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The Essence of Helena Ch. 02

By: Calandria



I was still very much a novice in the art of being a slave, and I relied on my flatmate Mitzi to help me to please my Master. She had been in Mariano's service for some months, and enjoyed similar conditions to mine – namely, she had a 'normal' job during the week, and lived at Mariano's luxury home most weekends. Our other flatmate, the Costa Rican Paula, continued to keep her distance, and I thought she regarded us as a bit strange. One Monday, however, after Don Vicente had caned me quite fiercely across the back the day before, Paula came into the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth. It was a warm, sultry, New York June evening, and I wore only a camisole top.

'Wow,' she said, 'those are some stripes! I hope you've been to the police?'

I turned and looked at her, and didn't know what to say. Surely she knew that Mitzi and I were slaves – I had been spending my weekend with my Master for several weeks, and Mitzi for a lot longer. Then I saw a slow smile start to spread on her wide, attractive mouth.

'Don't worry, Helena,' she said, 'I'm not stupid, and I'm just kidding, right?' 

This was a side of Paula I had never seen – she had always been almost aloof, certainly without either warmth or humour, just someone who was always around.

'Come on,' she said, 'put some clothes on, and I'll buy you a drink. We should get to know each other better.'

I slipped on a miniskirt and a pair of heels, which was my normal mode of dress, and we went out to our local Irish pub, and sat down at a corner table with glasses of beer.

Paula, dressed in jeans and tee-shirt, regarded me with an expression that was hard to read.

'You fascinate me, you know,' she said.

'Oh, why?'

'This scene you're into, it just intrigues me.'

'But you disappear at weekends too,' I said.

'I did,' she said bitterly.

'What's happened?' I asked.

'It's a long story,' she said.

'I've nothing to do.'

So she told me: She had been employed at weekends, by a rich lawyer, as a babysitter in a mansion in the Hamptons. It soon turned out that he really wanted her to tend to the sexual education of his two sons, both of whom had recently graduated from high school. She said she didn't mind at all, because they were both handsome young men, and for several months, her weekends had been spent 'looking at their bedroom ceilings.' The lawyer paid her very well. The problem arose during the previous weekend, when he decided he would like to try what his sons had been enjoying, and summoned her to his bedroom late on the Saturday night. She hadn't known that the lawyer and his wife had separate bedrooms, but crept along the corridor in her negligee, and slid into bed with him.

Not ten minutes later, the door burst open and there was an awful roar, as the younger of the two sons, consumed by jealousy, tore away the bedclothes and started hurling oaths at his father, saying he always knew he had to share with his brother, but that his father was a filthy, lying whoremonger. The lawyer's wife, disturbed by the commotion, appeared on the scene, and Paula was ejected from the house, leaving behind her a violent row.

I reached for her hand. 'Don't worry, Paula, you're so pretty. Something else will turn up.'

'You really think I'm pretty?' she asked.

'Yes, and so does my M….friend, Don Vicente.' I almost said my Master. He had seen Paula occasionally when he had picked me up from the apartment.

'The dishy guy with the Lexus?'

'That's him.'

'Hmmm,' she said, 'has he got any brothers, friends, anything like that?' She was grinning, more relaxed than I'd ever seen her.

'Lots of friends,' I told her, 'but they're all………er, well, how shall I say….?' I looked for a way to explain, but she put a hand on mine.

'No, Helena, you don't have to tell me, I get the picture. They are all into……into, well, whatever you call it.'

She sat back and looked at me for a while, then whistled through her teeth.

'Wow,' she said, finally, shaking her head, 'I just don't know.'

'What don't you know?' I asked.

'I don't know what it is that fascinates me about all this,' she said, 'but something sure as hell does!'

'What do you want me to say?' I asked her.

'I really haven't a clue. Part of me wants you to introduce me to this….this scene. Part of me is shit-scared of being physically hurt. I don't know – it's just that I'm amazingly fascinated!' She sat back and took a long slug of her drink, then said, 'Say, isn't there a sort of halfway-house way in to this sort of thing – know what I mean?'

'Not that I know of, but I'll ask Mitzi, see if she knows any more about it than I do.'

We finished our drinks in companionable silence, and wandered home in the warmth of late evening.

Later I spoke to Mitzi, when Paula had gone to bed.

She said she'd think about it, but it wasn't until breakfast the next morning that she put her hand on my shoulder and said, 'I think I know what I can do to help Paula.'

I looked into her big brown eyes expectantly, and she smiled faintly, then asked, 'Got anything planned for tonight?'

I shook my head no, and she sat down opposite me. 

'Here's what we do,' she said, 'you remember where we went to the barbecue?'

As if I could ever forget – it was where Don Vicente had taken my cherry a few short months ago, and I still got hot thinking about the way it had happened. Mitzi was continuing, 'Just so long as I can fix it with Mariano, we can take her there this afternoon, and fix her up with his cousin, who owns the place.'

'But….but,' I started.

'But nothing,' she said, 'it might just work – Saul, the cousin, isn't really into BDSM, but told me that he 'gets ever so excited' at the idea of me having been whipped when he saw how I had been marked.'

We all worked only until three o'clock on Tuesdays, and Mitzi and I arrived home at the same time, before Paula.

'I've fixed it with Mariano, said Mitzi, and guess what? He's going to take us out there!'

'We won't all get into the Porsche,' I pointed out.

'Oh, I expect he'll bring the Lincoln,' she said nonchalantly, 'and by the way, we're all invited to dinner!'

At that moment, Paula arrived home, and we rushed to tell her that we were taking her out. She panicked, saying she had nothing to wear, and wasn't prepared, but Mitzi put her hands on the other girl's shoulders and said, 'Don't worry, darling, we'll take care of your preparation. You are the same size as Helena, and I'm sure we'll be able to dress you appropriately.'

We led her into our bedroom, and told her to strip. She took off the suit she had worn to work, and stood in lacy bra and panties.

'Those too,' I said, and she unhooked her bra at the back and slipped the straps from her shoulders, revealing pert, smallish breasts with large brown aureolas. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and drew them down long slender legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She had a neatly-trimmed bush, just a triangle of black fuzz pointing down to the dark brown of her labia.

'We may as well do away with that,' said Mitzi, pointing to it, 'she'd be prettier without it, don't you think?'

I agreed, and Paula mutely consented to being led to the bathroom. I didn't have to use the scissors on her, as the hairs were already short, but once I had removed the triangle, I had an excuse to ease her legs apart, and smooth my fingers around her pussy, ostentatiously to check for more stray hairs. But she knew I liked the feeling of her soft, puffy cunt-lips, and her hardening clitoris was evidence that she too enjoyed my touch. I asked her to turn over, and then actually did find a few small hairs growing around her puckered little arsehole, which had all the appearance of being virginal.

'Can anyone play?' asked Mitzi, laughing, 'Only we've got to be ready in an hour – I just thought you guys should know!'

I finished my treatment of Paula's nether regions, and we attended to our clothing.

Our wardrobes, Mitzi's and mine, had been augmented enormously by the financial help of our respective Masters, and we had little trouble in finding adequate clothing for a summer evening get-together. We agreed on short dresses, and Mitzi chose a peach organdie halter-necked mini-dress, as light as gossamer – she was practically naked. I opted for a tight black silk cocktail dress, with a high neck, long sleeves and a skirt which was tight around the hips, but which flared out to the hem. Through its thin material, the outline of my breasts and buttocks could be clearly seen.

For Paula I selected from my wardrobe a flimsy, backless, white silk mini-dress, which would conceal her breasts by means of two narrow strips of material. Her coffee-coloured skin would contrast sensationally with it, and she would, I hoped, steal the show. When I told her that none of us was going to wear any underwear at all, she was wide-eyed with incredulity, and her mouth opened to say something, and then closed again as she remembered our conversation of the previous evening.

We all put finishing touches to our make-up, slipped on stilettos – again, I had provided Paula with a pair of four-inch heels – and attended to our jewellery.

An expensive-sounding horn blared outside, and it was time to go.

'Just a minute,' said Paula, and disappeared into the bathroom, to return as we were greeting Mariano's dishy young chauffeur at the door.

'Just had to have a shit,' she whispered to me, as we got in the car, and she was shaking, so I put a reassuring hand on her long, trembling fingers as we made our way out of the city traffic.

We swept smoothly into the familiar driveway of the mansion an hour later – it was still broad daylight, warm and humid on the banks of the river.

When we got out of the car, we were greeted immediately by Mariano, his cousin, Saul, and a friend, a huge black guy they introduced as Marv. I regarded him in awe – he was an impressive figure of a man, and he made a bee-line for me! He handed me an envelope, on the front of which I recognised Don Vicente's elegant script. 

I opened it up, and read:-



The Essence of Helena Ch. 02



Riding back to our apartment in the taxi, Paula couldn't stop talking about how much she had enjoyed the evening. After her own light punishment, she had watched what I had done to Mitzi, and couldn't believe how excited she had been, just watching. I suggested that perhaps I could take her with me to Don Vicente's one weekend soon, if we could arrange for Saul to come too.

'Oh, would you, Helena?' she said, 'I'd love that.'

That evening I rang my Master and told him all about it.



The Essence of Helena Ch. 03



After the initiation of our friend Paula into our world, nothing was said next morning at breakfast. Mitzi had a sore back, and was disinclined to talk, and Paula had to rush off to work earlier than me, but I found time to call Don Vicente and relate the happenings of the previous evening to him. He was disappointingly cool with me, and I went to work feeling dissatisfied and unhappy.

I spent the day at work distracted, and couldn't wait for Friday, when I would see Don Vicente again. 

After an interminable wait, the time came for him to pick me up, and I breathed a sigh of relief when his sleek Lexus rolled to a halt outside in the street. But he was still offhand with me, and I didn't want to broach the subject of Paula coming to spend any time with us, until the air was cleared between us.

In silence, we arrived at his luxury apartment, and he nodded curtly to Wilmore, the doorman, and we were swept up in the lift. Once we were inside the apartment, he turned me around to face him, his eyes hard.

'Now, young lady,' he said, 'I'm going to have to teach you just whose slave you are. I loan you to my friend, and hear things about you I should prefer not to have heard. Go into the bedroom and undress. I will give you something to think about!'

'Yes, Master,' I said meekly, and went into the spacious double bedroom. There I got a shock. I was not alone. Standing by the bed was a slight, pretty figure in maid's uniform of a black silk miniskirt, white blouse and frilly little apron. She had Asian features, probably Vietnamese, I thought.

'Hi,' she said, 'I'm Kiri. I help you, yes?' She held out a long white nylon nightdress, which I didn't suppose I was expected to put on, and I shook my head.

'Yes, yes,' said Kiri, 'Master says you put on, please!'

I shrugged, and, after stepping out of the dress I had worn to come in, slipped it over my head. It fell around my body, fitting me perfectly. My Master always provided clothes which fitted me to perfection. 

Before I could wonder what was in store for me, Don Vicente appeared through the door I had used. He slipped metal cuffs onto my wrists, joined by a short chain, and led me, without a word, into the huge adjoining bathroom. At one end was a large, walk-in shower, and he led me into it, and dragging my wrists up, chained me to a snap-link already in place beside the shower-head. I was thus helplessly suspended, only just able to touch the ground, below the shower-head. I saw that Kiri was stood behind him, quietly holding a tray, on which were arrayed whips and canes of various types. I also noticed, irrelevantly and with a brief pang of jealousy, that she was very beautiful, with amazingly long, silky black hair, black, slanting cats' eyes, and sharp little breasts that extended her silk blouse pleasingly. I would bet that she was more than just a maid.

I waited for him to rip my nightgown off and whip me, anticipating with the usual thrill of pleasure mixed with the dread of pain that accompanied waiting for his punishment, and squirmed with the discomfort of my position. 

For the first time that evening, he said something nice to me. 

'You look lovely, my dear,' he said, 'and this is by way of an experiment for us to enjoy.'

Without further explanation, he moved a pace forward, and deftly turned on the shower-tap, so that a deluge of cold water poured out, taking away my breath, and plastering my hair to my head. As the water ran down my body, the nightgown became one with my skin, and, when he turned off the flow of water, I saw Don Vicente picking out a single-strand riding whip from the collection.

Expertly, and without delay, he lashed me viciously across the buttocks with his first stroke, and the sting of leather against my wet skin, through the thin nylon, was terrible.

'Thank you, Master,' I knew I had to say, and the whip snaked around my waist, it very tip catching my navel as he struck me a second time. Higher then, he lashed me across my tender back, the tip striking the side of one breast, and I felt the new sensation of the soaked garment clinging to my body, combining with the terrible, excruciating, near-unbearable, exciting pain of my Master's whip. On the very point of receiving

that stroke, I could hold back my welling orgasm no longer, and screamed with its intensity. 'Do you want some more?' he asked, when I came down.

'Yes please, Master,' I asked, in a low voice, and I saw Kiri run crying from the room, as my Master lashed me twice more, across my upper thighs, before he took me down, stripped off the gown, and dried me tenderly in a huge, fluffy towel. 

'The young girl doesn't yet understand,' he said.

'I'm sure you'll soon teach her,' I said, unable to keep a trace of bitterness out of my voice.

'Now, now,' he smiled, 'I'm sure you will enjoy using her too.'

I didn't ask him what 'using' might consist of, but slipped a silk robe on while Don Vicente went to fetch Kiri from wherever she was hiding. When he brought her back, she seemed quite composed, and he gave her a pot of balm to rub into the marks he had inflicted on my back and arse. They were superficial, and Kiri's hands were soothing as she smoothed the cooling lotion into my flesh. When she reached the mark which curled around the side of my breast, she let her hand linger just a moment longer than was strictly necessary, cupping my breast in her hand, and looked into my eyes as she did so, her dark, slanted eyes serious. I reached for her wrist and held it there for a moment, to let her know that her touch was far from unwelcome, and a tiny smile flickered momentarily on her lips.

The moment passed, as Don Vicente's head poked around the door.

'You wanted me to invite Saul and your friend, no?'

I hadn't mentioned anything of this to Don Vicente, but supposed that Saul had been in touch.

'That would be very kind, Master,' I said, as humbly as I could.

'They're coming to dinner this evening,' he said, 'so you will need to dress for nine o'clock.'

While I dressed, Don Vicente was in a surprisingly good mood. He had already put on his tux, and was enjoying the spectacle as I chose my clothes from the wardrobe – or rather, he chose my dress for me. He insisted I wore a backless dress, so that it would be obvious that I had been punished that very evening, so I wore a long black evening gown with a pencil-slim skirt, open right down to the crease of my buttocks at the back, and while Kiri was putting up my hair in a French knot, he confided that Saul had asked his advice about Paula's further training, as her career as a slave had only just begun.

'I suppose I'd better ask her what it is she really wants,' I said, 'perhaps not everybody wants what I want.'

'And what do you want, my dear?' teased Don Vicente.

'To serve you, Master, and be your slave,' I said.

'And tell me what you really like, my dear,' he said.

'I like you to whip me, Master.'

'What else?'

'I like your cock in me, Master!'

He had got to his feet, and was stood by my chair. Suddenly his huge cock was in his hand, fully erect, and I rounded my lips to take its tip into my mouth. As I did so, Kiri bent over and cupped his balls in both hands, letting her glossy black hair fall erotically across his weapon as he thrust himself slowly into my ready, waiting mouth. I took hi whole length deep, deep, deep into my throat, then let him fuck my mouth in long, loving strokes, as he moaned, and Kiri massaged his heavy balls, running her slender fingers up his exposed shaft as it left my mouth. I sucked fiercely, and he groaned with pleasure as his cum welled and forced its inexorable way to his shuddering climax. I swallowed his every drop, and then let Kiri lick him clean, while I went to repair my make-up.

When I returned, my Master was as suave and smartly groomed as ever, instructing Kiri as to her domestic duties for the evening.

In no time at all, the buzzer announced the arrival of Saul and Paula, and I knew I had a role to play. When they entered, I took Paula's knitted wrap from her, and held her at arm's length to admire her, as she indeed looked lovely.

She had scraped her hair back into a long ponytail, which cascaded down her back to her waist, and the style suited her dark features, with her full, luscious lips, and dark, almost black, almond-shaped eyes, with their long, long lashes. She had chosen a pair of the longest ear-rings I had ever seen, which came down to rest on her elegant, bare shoulders. She wore a long maroon silky shift, with spaghetti-straps, and her nipples jutted appealingly through the thin material. She appeared to be naked under the dress, unless I was much mistaken, and I felt a new wetness start to mount in the centre of my womanhood, just from her nearness. 

When I turned to take her wrap to the cloakroom, she gasped.

'Oh, Helena, she said, 'your back!' 

'I know, darling,' I smiled, looking over my shoulder at her, 'I've been punished. I deserved it.'

'But......but it must have hurt terribly?'

'Yes, it hurt, of course, love, but it's so.......so, oh, I can't tell you, really I can't,' I said.

'I've seen you marked before,' persisted Paula, 'but not like this.' 

I could see she wanted to continue the conversation, so I took her hand. She pressed it. 'When Saul whipped me the other night,' she said, 'it warmed me, sort of made me start to glow, you know?'

'I know, darling, but that was a taste, nothing more. You need to feel the true sting of a real lash before you know where pain and pleasure meet.' I heard myself talking like a veteran, when I had only been introduced to this world a few short weeks ago.

But I had an idea, and led Paula into my room.

I rummaged in a drawer and came up with a pair of gold nipple-clamps, connected with a fine gold chain.

'Would you like to try these?' I asked her, and she nodded dumbly.

I stood before her, and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her shift fall down to her waist, so that her small, firm breasts stood out naked, their nipples thrusting pertly out from the big brown, puffy aureola. I couldn't resist fondling them, revelling in their youthful feel, and the hardness of her nipples, for just a moment, before I took a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and slipped one of the tiny gold clamps into place. 

'Mmmm,' she murmured, at the initial touch and feel of the clamp, pulling at the sensitive bud, then, when I tightened the screw down hard, she cried out sharply.

'Hey, that hurts, owww, oh, oh!'

Ignoring her cry, I repeated the dose with the other breast, and stepped back to enjoy the pretty sight of her nipples joined by the loop of fine gold chain. I pulled the straps of her dress back into place on her slender shoulders, then drew her to me, and kissed her. Her tongue sought mine instantly, and our bodies melted into one another for two or three minutes.

'I love you, Helena,' she said, then, in a whisper, 'will you do m a favour?'

'Name it, my darling,' I said.

'I want you to whip me tonight, nobody else. Will you?'

'I'll have to ask my Master if he'll let me,' I said.

I spoke to Don Vicente while we were waiting for the meal to be served, and, to my relief, he was amused by Paula's request, and acceded to it, provided he could watch.

Before we filed into the dining room, and the four of us were drinking sherry in the library, Don Vicente announced an innovation that he had provided. He told us that the dining chairs to be occupied by the ladies now incorporated a novel feature, and that we were to raise our skirts and sit down with care.

As I took my place I caught on immediately, finding myself impaled on a shaped metal dildo, which slipped smoothly into my cunt as I lowered myself onto my seat. Looking across at Paula, I saw from her wide eyes that she was experiencing a similar occurrence.

'I trust the dimensions of new features are not excessive?' queried Don Vicente, 'I merely wished for a level of arousal.'

With that, he pressed a button on a remote control he had beside him on the table, and I felt the dildo's buzzing vibrations set my juices in instant motion. Paula's eyes closed, her long lashes flicking down prettily onto her olive cheeks.

When the first course appeared, born in by Kiri, the vibrations ceased, and were only resumed from time to time during the meal.

After we had finished, we went to the library, trailed by Kiri, who took our orders for drinks, and then we sat around on the two sofas, chatting for a while, like two couples anywhere.

Suddenly, however, my Master stood.

'Paula,' he said, sternly, 'get to your feet, girl!'

She stood up, trembling slightly, slim and beautiful in her long, silky shift, the curves of her body clearly visible under it.

'You want to be trained.' It wasn't a question.

'And you understand that this involves pain?' 

Paula nodded.

'Please answer me!'

'Yes, I understand.'

'Hmmm. Undress!' he said, and she slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting her shift fall to the ground in a soft, silken whisper. She was naked but for a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals, and the gold nipple-clamps I had put on her.

Now Don Vicente tugged at the gold chain, sending a sharp pain through her body, and she gasped.

'Cushion, Kiri!' he called, and the Asian servant put a big cushion down on the floor, as if she knew exactly what was required.

'Kneel!' my Master commanded Paula, giving another pull on her chain, and she knelt down on the cushion. He grabbed her ponytail, and impelled her into a more upright position, then left the ponytail hanging over her shoulder, where it lay between her breasts. She was shaking now, but Don Vicente was in no hurry and turned to the rest of us.

'As she is your slave, Saul,' he said, 'I think you should warm her arse with the paddle, then, as she has requested it, Helena can finish her off.'

Again, Kiri knew exactly what was needed, and handed a thin leather paddle to Saul.

Saul came around behind Paula's slender form, gave the paddle a trail swish, then brought it down with a resounding 'thwack' on Paula's lovely rounded buttocks. She took it well, scarcely moving as he laid into her, thoroughly reddening her arse with the narrow leather instrument. But she was gritting her teeth as he walked around and kissed her, when Don Vicente gave him a nod.

My Master strode over to Kiri, and whispered to her, whereupon she went to a cupboard and came back with a thin bamboo cane with a leather grip.

'I think she can take six good strokes,' said Don Vicente, as I tested the weight of the cane in my hand. It was a vicious instrument.

I kissed my friend briefly on the cheek, and said, 'Sorry, darling.'

Then I swung the cane through the silent air of the library, listening to its rush through the air, then the sharp crack as it met Paula's tender upper back, drawing a lovely line of red where it had marked her. She couldn't help crying out, bringing an admonishment from Saul.

'If you persist in crying out, you'll have to be gagged,' he said.

I lashed her again, just a shade lower down, raising another pretty welt, and causing her to gasp and squirm on her cushion. The third stroke was to the left of her middle back, the fourth to the right, and her back was now getting nicely marked. She was now moaning constantly.

Don Vicente ordered me to pause, while Saul checked her.

'See how wet she is,' he said, and Saul knelt beside her, forced her legs apart, and roughly shoved his hand between her legs.

'Soaking,' he reported.

'Can you take two more?' asked Don Vicente.

'Yes!' she answered in a clear voice, and I quickly thrashed her twice more, once across each buttock, before Saul helped her up.

Don Vicente summoned Kiri to sooth her wounds, as she had done mine earlier, and told her to lay face down on the sofa, but once she was on the sofa, she looked up at us with tear-stained face, and said, 'First, I want to be fucked!'

'All yours, Saul,' grinned Don Vicente, and pulled me with him to the other sofa.

After what had happened, I was a hot as hell, and the combined effect of having been whipped earlier, sitting with a dildo up my cunt throughout dinner, and whipping my friend, not to mention my new-found desire for her, had put me right on the edge.

Don Vicente had to go and relieve himself, he said, but when he came back, he found me kneeling in front of the sofa, my hands cupping my breasts, kneading my nipples as I anticipated what I knew my Master would want. 

Sure enough he threw my dress up over my waist, and I obediently shuffled my knees apart, and then reached behind me with both hands, pulling my arse-cheeks wide apart, to present my Master's favourite prize to him. I knew that the weeks of wearing the cruel butt-plugs had paid off, and that my arsehole was as inviting as any, a dark, cavernous, warm hole that he always desired. He was at my portals in an instant, hi massive organ starting to penetrate me as I relaxed and let myself sheath him, felt my natural peristalsis take over and grip him, drive him to his ecstatic joy as it took me inexorably to mine. My cunt-juice welled and flooded as I came in a searing, flooding, thunderous orgasm, my second of the evening. Judging from the scream emanating from the other sofa, Paula had cum too, as Saul had given her the fucking she asked for. 

When we surfaced, Kiri was tending Paula's ravaged back, whilst Saul was reading 'National Geographic.'

That night, after Saul and Paula had gone, Don Vicente asked if I would mind spending an hour with Kiri before coming to bed with him.

I looked at him curiously.

'Oh?'

He smiled. 'I suppose you thought I let her sleep with me, didn't you?'

'Er......well,' I started.

'Helena,' he said, 'she is a servant, and must know her place.' 

He turned on his heel and left me to go to her room. Once there, I found her sitting in a chair, crying quietly.

'What's wrong?' I asked her.

'Nobody loves me,' she said, 'I see much fucky-fucky, and everything, and me – nothing.'

'Come here, my dear,' I told her, and she stood beside me, whilst I sat on her bed. She wore black stockings, and their tops were only just hidden by the hem of her silk miniskirt. I could see, as I sat by her, a tantalising view of white flesh above them. I looked up at her and ran my hands up her slim legs, under the little skirt, encountering no resistance. She moved in closer to me, and was suddenly unbuttoning her white silk blouse. Her breasts were pointed, like an adolescent's, but with large, dark aureola, and long, hardening nipples, which she now thrust into my face, so that I couldn't help taking one in my mouth. I bit down on it, and she gave a little scream, and as I did so, I found my hand creeping into contact with her hairless gash. 

'Oh, Mistress Helena,' she gasped, and nobody had ever called me that before. I picked her up bodily and threw her onto the bed, pushing her legs wide apart. Then I dived into her wet pussy, and ate her like a banquet. I alternated between sucking her now erect clitoris, and thrusting my tongue deep inside her vagina, while my fingers found her capacious arsehole, and I rammed two then three into her as far as I could. She screamed at the top of her voice when I did this, and her cunt-juice actually squirted in my face. She had, meantime, manoeuvred around, and had her own head in between my legs, and was eating my pussy too. I came at a more leisurely pace, as she lapped me gently, then sucked my clit until my orgasm could be held off no longer.

When we had finished, I sat beside her for a while, and said, 'Feel better now, Kiri?'

'Oh yes, thank you, Mistress Helena,' she said.

I went back to sleep with in my Master's strong arms.

After the weekend, I saw Paula for thee first time on Monday after work.




The Essence of Helena Ch. 03



'Well?' I enquired, 'enjoy the weekend?'

'Oh yes, darling,' she said, 'but can I ask you something?'

'What's that?'

'Will you sleep with me during the week – at least sometimes?'

'I thought you'd never ask,' I said.