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A Matter of Perspective Ch. 02

By: MeanDickGreen



Upon awakening the next morning, Lenora opened her eyes to behold a simple glass of juice and some grooming utensils waiting beside her bed along with a robe and a note to report to the reverend and his wife. Also included were some instructions that she should shave her armpits and legs and a little map showing her how to find her way to a room with a ceramic peacock on the door. 

Taking time to think as she proceeded down the hallway, Lenora reviewed the stern warning given her by the King and she also reflected upon what she already knew about the reverend and his wife. 

The most pertinent to her situation was that they were not in any sense normal people and their adherence to the rules was absolute and unbending. They were the type of people that weren't just respectful of authority, they worshiped it. 

She realized that while the King had certainly given them a set of new rules regarding her, they were rules that fit very well within the very dark nature of their personalities and they would not only enforce them to the letter, they would very much enjoy punishing her for even the smallest mistake. 

She also knew that anything less than immediate and total obedience wouldn't be a small mistake, it would be a big one.

Opening the door, Lenora entered and found the reverend and his wife sitting in a simple chair on each side of a small bed.

"Good morning, Lenora," they both offered in turn.

"Good morning," replied Lenora, fear already beginning to find its way into her heart.

"Lenora, my dear," began the reverend's wife as she approached her, "I am going to go over some of the rules and requirements you will need for the immediate future. There will be two faces to our relationship, the public one and the private one. The public one will be as it has always been, but the private one, of course, will be much different now. 

Henceforth, whenever you are in the presence of only the reverend and myself, you will always be naked. There will be no exceptions. Privately, among ourselves, you will address Mr. Fairfield as Sir and you will address me as Mam. This will also be especially true regarding anyone associated with your duties for the King, no matter what their age. 

You will use all the proper etiquette of speech such as yes, Sir and yes, Mam, thank you Sir and so on. When someone tells you to do something, you don't just do it, you say yes, Sir, or yes, Mam first. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, as she removed her robe and placed it in Mrs. Fairfield's outstretched hand, her face and upper chest deeply flushed with embarrassment to be naked in front of them again.

"Lenora, come," began the reverend, without further delay, coaching her as she began to obey his instructions, "Stand at the end of the bed at attention... arms at your sides... arch your back, thrust your breasts out as far as you can... chin up."

"That's position one," informed the reverends wife, as they began to take turns, "Now, Lenora, spread your legs... lace your fingers together and put them behind your head... elbows back... keep your breasts out... keep your chin up."

"That's position two," announced the reverend, "You will remain perfectly still now as my wife has something to show you."

Reaching under the bed, the reverend's wife produced a long wooden object which she held up for Lenora's inspection.

"This is a switch, my switch, to be more exact," explained the austere woman, with an obvious enjoyment, "It is a very special switch made especially for me by the reverend. He is an expert at such things you know."

"Most people don't know anything about switches," continued the reverend, "They think of them as simply a branch from a bush or a tree like their mother used to use. Such switches are no good at all. They're too thin and cut the skin. A proper switch cannot simply be made thicker to overcome this problem because then it becomes too much like a cane and canes cause deep bruises."

"A proper switch is made to exact specifications," interjected the reverend's wife, "and overcomes both problems."

"A proper switch is exactly five feet long and one half inch wide and is made from two thin pieces of a softwood which are laminated with the grain going in opposite directions," explained the reverend, diabolically, "It is then sanded and soaked in oil for smoothness and flexibility and finally a nice coat of wax is applied so it won't stick to the skin."

"The crowning touch, however, is the handle," declared the reverend's wife, "The handle provides the needed leverage and, as you can see, this switch has a long handle. That's because it is made for me and I am not as strong as the reverend. I need to use both arms to get the proper speed and power."

"I am certain you will find it most effective," declared the reverend.

The switch alone, however, plays only a small part in the overall success or failure of the practitioner," declared the reverend's wife, "Using a switch is like making music. One must use the correct rhythm and placement. One must place just the right blow at just the right time and to just the right place. That's where true suffering begins."

"Of course, it's different for each recipient," continued the reverend, "The more experience the practitioner has with any one recipient, the better the results, but I'm not worried too much about that, Mrs. Fairfield is a very fast learner."

"Now, Lenora, my dear," announced the reverend's wife, "I am going to give you three strokes with this switch so you can become acquainted with it. I want you to bend over the bed onto your hands. You may flinch and cry out of course, but you must not move your feet or lose your position or I will give you an additional two for every time you lose your position. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, fearfully.

Taking a position behind her, after Lenora had bent over as directed, the reverend's wife promptly lifted the cruel instrument far behind her back with both hands and swung as hard as she was able, placing the first blow squarely in the middle of Lenora's buttocks. 

Hearing the swish of the air behind her and the loud crack as the long business end of the reverends special instrument impacted across her buttocks, there was a split second delay before Lenora felt the absolute fire that was ignited across her backside, and even though she had vowed to herself that she would remain silent and still, a loud yelp rushed from her throat and she thrust her buttocks forward and her legs almost buckled before she caught herself and resumed the rigidity of her position.

"That was very good, my dear," declared the reverend, "Two more to go."

Her eyes already filled with tears, upon the second blow Lenora not only thrust her buttocks forward, but clinched them tightly as she arched her back, lifted her head to the ceiling and gave a lout pitiful cry. 

Taking a long minute to recover, she was now openly crying and by the time the third blow was delivered and her previous actions had been repeated, her crying had turned into a long stream of continuous sobbing for several minutes until she could recover herself. 

Realizing now in a most profound way what the consequences for any disobedience or error on her part would be, Lenora vowed to avoid the evil instrument at any cost.

"What do you think?" asked the reverend's wife of her husband.

"I think she did very well," announced the reverend, "Perhaps now would be a good time to explain her incentive and discipline program."

"Very well," agreed Mrs. Fairfield, "Lenora, my dear, your performance is going to be evaluated by a system of merits and demerits. When you do something correctly, you will get neither, for that is what will be expected of you, but when you exceed expectations, you will get a merit. 

Should you, however, perform less than satisfactorily, you will get a demerit. An equal amount of merits and demerits will balance out, but at the end of each month, should you have a negative balance, you will be punished accordingly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mam, I understand," answered Lenora, vowing anew to avoid any such penalties.

"Since this is the middle of the month," continued Mrs. Fairfield, "Your first evaluation will occur six weeks from now. At that time you will automatically receive twenty strokes as a form of preventative discipline. Added to that will be a penalty of ten strokes for each demerit you still retain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, her mind racing to comprehend how she could possibly withstand twenty strokes, much less any more.

"Very well," continued the reverend's wife. Now, Lenora, feet together... arms straight out from your shoulders... Keep your breasts out... keep your chin up."

"That's position three," declared the reverend, "Now, Lenora, spread your feet... lace your fingers together behind your back... bend over until your back is level... Keep your chin up."

"That's position four," said the reverend's wife at her next turn, "Now, Lenora, bend over until your head is pointing straight down between your legs."

"That's position five," said the reverend, as Lenora's big breasts now dangled alongside her face.

"Lenora, now I want you to assume each of those positions again in turn, announcing each as you do so and holding each for a count of twenty before finally returning to the first," commanded the reverend's wife.

"Position one," said Lenora, as she began going through the progression realizing that the reality of dealing with the Fairfield's was going to be even worse than she had imagined.

"Now, come lay down on the bed, Lenora, and prop your head up on one of the pillows so we can see each other," commanded the reverends wife, "Spread your legs... draw your feet up toward you until you can put the soles of your feet together... lower your knees down onto the bed... 

That's good, now I want you to reach up and put your hands to the outside of your breasts and push them up on top of your chest. Move them around and so forth until they present themselves nicely with your nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling."

Doing as she was told, Lenora cupped her breasts and began moving them about on top of her chest, seeking what she hoped would be the position they were looking for, but quickly found herself admonished.

"What do you say when you are told to do something?" asked the reverends wife sternly.

"Yes, Mam, I'm sorry, Mam," Lenora quickly replied as she began to work even harder to achieve her goal until she had achieved what she could only hope would be a satisfactory result.

"What do you think?" asked the reverend's wife of her husband.

"I think she deserves one demerit for breach of etiquette," replied the reverend, prompting Lenora's heart to sink with the thought of ten extra swats from the awful switch.

"I agree," the reverend's wife confirmed, "but otherwise, I think that is a very satisfactory result. Her breasts are very big and yet she has managed to get her nipples straight up and down. I think she looks very nice. She also needs to learn to do it faster though."

"True," said the reverend, "You will work on that, won't you Lenora?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Lenora, quickly.

"Very well," continued the reverend, "Henceforth, this will be your 'home' position and remember that once you are ordered to a position, you will remain in that position until you are granted permission to exit from it."

"Yes, Sir," Lenora quickly replied again.

"Very well," continued the reverend, "We will go on to other things."

Suddenly startled as both the reverend and Mrs. Fairfield rose and sat on the bed next to her, Lenora didn't have much time to think about it as they each promptly reached out and took one of her nipples between their thumb and first finger.

Forced to utter a small whimper, she was grateful neither of them seemed to mind, but she still had no option other than to suffer the indignity as the reverend and his wife began silently exploring the full nature of her luscious mounds. 

Pulling rudely upward and about on her nipples and caressing and squeezing every part of her breasts that weren't covered by Lenora's hands, they spent the better part of the next ten minutes doing so before speaking.

"You have very nice breasts and nipples, Lenora," declared the reverend.

"Thank you, Sir, Lenora meekly responded.

"Are they sensitive?" asked the reverend's wife.

"Yes, Mam," she managed.

"Well then, I have a suggestion for you," offered the reverend, retrieving a small bottle of sweet smelling liquid from which he proceeded to dab a small amount of on each of Lenora's nipples and begin rubbing it in, "This will make your skin smoother to the touch. I'm sure your gentlemen callers will want to spend some considerable time with your breasts and especially your nipples. It will reduce the friction and prevent irritation."

"Thank you, Sir," responded Lenora, wanting to make sure she didn't get in trouble again, but very quickly her uncertainty turned to shock and fear as the reverend began dripping some of the liquid on her pussy.

Again not giving her any warning, the reverend reached between Lenora's legs and began rubbing the liquid onto her pussy before calmly spending the next several minutes massaging it as he had done to her breasts before delivering her the final indignity of pushing his finger deep inside her.

Forced to a sudden loud grunt as well as a subsequent groan, Lenora found that she could not help but punctuate the reverend's attentions to the most sensitive part of her body with her grunts and groans and soft moans, especially as he slowly added some of her own natural lubrication through the process of inserting his finger deeply in and out of her pussy and smearing her juices over it until it was thoroughly coated and slick to the touch.

"Very well, Lenora," continued the reverend, "I want you to simply relax and assume any natural position in which you feel comfortable as long as your keep your legs spread sufficiently that I may have access to your pussy."

"Yes, Sir," replied Lenora, grateful to have a bit of freedom as she put her arms back down on the bed and extended her legs, "Thank you, Sir."

Thus did the reverend spend another ten minutes subjecting Lenora's pussy to his will as she accompanied him with the sounds of her discomfort and the continuous squirming of her body as she curled her toes and moved her legs and hips the small amount she was allowed.

"Look at me, Lenora," commanded the reverend, finally, "I want to talk to you so keep looking into my eyes."

"Yes, Sir," Lenora obeyed.

"You know I was very proud of you at the inquiry, Lenora," he continued.

"Thank you, Sir."

"It's important that you serve well the man who saved you, Lenora," declared the reverend, "You realize that don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," answered Lenora, as she continued to squirm in response to the reverends ministrations.

"The King is a good man, Lenora," said the reverend, "and he is going to give you much."

"Yes, Sir."

"You will have to develop your skills," said the reverend.

"Yes, Sir."

"You know the King is depending on you," said the reverend, "and he cares for you a great deal."

"Yes, Sir," responded Lenora meekly, wishing, given the awfulness of her current position, that the King cared for her a great deal more.

"What do you think about that, Lenora?" asked the reverend.

"I will serve him well, Sir," answered Lenora, "I promise I will."

"Very good, Lenora," responded the reverend, "We are going to spend a few minutes together now to give you some time to focus on your promise.

Now using the knowledge he had gained of Lenora's responses, the reverend proceeded to give her nothing less than a thorough finger fucking. For a little more than a full half hour he amused himself as the only response Lenora was allowed was the continuous stream of soft whimpers, grunts and groans as she gyrated her hips and squirmed about helplessly.

Finally satisfied that she'd had enough, the reverend offered her one last bit of praise as well as a gentle caution.

"You have done well, Lenora," he declared, "I'm looking forward to doing this with you on a regular basis. I want you to return to your home position now."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," answered Lenora, as she quickly went about the business of making sure her breasts were properly in place with her nipples pointing straight up.

Waiting only until Lenora had resumed her home position, the reverend's wife simply picked up where the reverend had left off, thoroughly exploring Lenora's pussy as she demanded Lenora keep looking her in the eyes.

"You know success in any endeavor requires great discipline, don't you dear?" asked the reverend's wife.

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, as the reverend's wife sank her finger deep and hard into Lenora's pussy and proceeded to keep pushing in and out slightly.

"You must be diligent in all regards," Lenora was reminded.

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, as she now was forced to endure the indignity of the reverend's wife picking up the pace and vigorously pumping her finger in and out of her pussy for a minute or more before once again slowing down each time she had something to say.

"You must not let anything distract you from your duties."

"No, Mam, I won't," assured Lenora.

"You must obey all your instructions promptly and completely."

"Yes, Mam," Lenora, continued to answer, over and over as the reverend's wife went about her business for another ten minutes or so before finally granting Lenora her reprieve.

"Well, I think that's enough for now," declared the reverend's wife, "but don't worry, Lenora, my dear, we will do this quite often in the future."

"Very well," said the reverend, "Now, Lenora, I want you to get on your hands and knees facing the door. That's it... hands and knees just a little bit further apart... chin up, now."

"Yes, Sir," Lenora remembered to respond, as she quickly assumed the position.

"That's position seven," informed the reverend, "Don't forget."

"No Sir, I won't," answered Lenora.

"Very well," said the reverend, "do you have any questions, Lenora?"

"No, Sir," answered Lenora.

"In the corner over there," instructed the reverend's wife, now pointing to a corner of the room, "you can see a basin of water and a wash cloth. You may go over there now and wash your pussy. You will, of course, face us as you do so."

For some reason, Laura felt more humiliation than ever before as she was forced to spread her legs, bend down slightly and rub her pussy with the damp rag, having to do so for some time before she could finally get the last of the oil from all the crevices of her most intimate anatomy. 

"Very well," said the reverend, when she had finally finished, "Now you will proceed to the 'Blue Room," but, henceforth, you will report back here to us promptly at six o'clock in the morning each and every day. You have many more positions to learn."

"Yes, Sir," answered Lenora, exceedingly glad her ordeal, at least for now, was over.

"And don't worry about your robe," added the reverend's wife, "You won't be wearing any clothes from now on."

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, meekly, as she found her way into the hall and proceeded, naked and alone, down the hall.

A Matter of Perspective Ch. 03



Grateful she did not encounter anyone as she made her way down the various hallways, Lenora entered the spacious Blue Room and immediately covered her breasts as best she could.

Being confronted by Bailey as soon as she entered the room, she could see in the distance a long couch fronted by a padded platform about the same size as a small bed. Seated on the couch were three well-dressed women, who were obviously ladies of the court and a man standing nearby who appeared to be only somewhat younger than Bailey and sporting very nice salt and pepper hair. 

Accompanying the man, there was also a young woman carrying a large black box. 

By her demeanor, it was obvious the young woman was the man's assistant, and the

man himself, though rather short, was nevertheless, rather distinguished in his own way and it was obvious he was a person of some importance. 

"Lenora, my dear," Bailey addressed her, after leading her to stand in front on the couch for everyone's view, "This is Mr. Greystone and his assistant Miss Tisdale. These ladies will introduce themselves to you later, but for now we have some business with Mr. Greystone. Please assume position one now dear."

Not knowing exactly what to expect, but certainly not wanting to get in any trouble, Lenora warily lowered her arms to expose her breasts and assumed the position of attention, arching her back and thrusting her breasts as far out as possible.

"Good Lord! Her tits are huge! I've never seen nipples that big in my life!" exclaimed the obviously over-eager young assistant, before being admonished by the gentleman.

"Mind your manners, Miss. Tisdale."

"Yes, Sir," responded the young woman.

Taking his time, the man began his slow, silent and careful perusal of Lenora's body, and to Lenora, it seemed he was able to see all the way into her very soul. In a way, she had never felt so naked in her life as she watched his eyes roam over her body and make his appraisal.

In contrast to the man's silence, the young woman was immediately quite exuberant and vocal with her assessments as she walked around and around Lenora, commenting on everything until the man had to once again admonish her.

"Her cheekbones are so high, and her skin is so creamy... Her hands and feet are so delicate... She has beautiful feet... Nobody has beautiful feet... Her buttocks are perfectly arced... and her nipples... I've never seen nipples that big..."

"Mrs. Tisdale!" barked the man softly, but with great authority.

"Yes, Sir," answered the young woman, now knowing she had gone too far.

"Shut up."

"Yes, Sir," the young woman answered again, making it obvious by her tone that she would now be on her best behavior.

Studying Lenora for fully another three or four minutes, as everyone waited in silence, the man made his final decision and pronouncement.

"Number twenty-six," he said softly, "The complete set."

"Oh! Yes, Sir!" enthused the young woman, as she opened the big black box and began unfolding the little shelves inside, revealing a treasure chest of fine jewelry, "Excellent choice, Sir."

Finally producing the called-for items, the young woman began the work or adorning Lenora's body with a beautiful ensemble of ear rings, necklace and ankle bracelet.

"Rubies and diamonds," declared the young woman, "It sets her skin off perfectly."

"Well done!" exclaimed one of the Ladies, but all were surprised as Greystone next spoke.

"No," he declared, softly, "Miss, Tisdale, please measure Mrs. Buckley's nipples... gently."

"Yes, Sir," answered the young woman, quickly producing a ruler and a set of calipers and making her pronouncement after she had carefully placed the instruments to each of Lenora's nipples, only barely touching her, "one and one quarter inch long, Sir, exactly, and also exactly one-half inch in diameter... each the same... exactly the same... amazing," declared the young woman.

Now reaching into the jewelry case himself and retrieving some thin gold wire and a dowel, Greystone carefully and quickly made a small double-wind ring of the wire and presented it to Lenora.

"The left side," said Greystone, simply.

Grateful that he hadn't put the ring on himself, Lenora took the small ring and slowly slipped it onto her nipple and pushed it back until it nestled nicely up against her areola. Held in place by the spring tension of the wire, it had been perfectly made, just tight enough to remain in place, but also entirely comfortable. 

"Exquisite," echoed one of the ladies in the background, followed by further comments of approval from the other two.

"Mr. Greystone, you are a genius! Absolutely magnificent!"

"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," added the young woman softly, still unable to contain her natural exuberance.

"Miss. Tisdale," added the man, as they all took a long moment to simply admire what was before them, "She is the most beautiful woman any of us has ever seen."

"Yes, Sir," answered the young woman.

The first business of the day being concluded, Lenora was left standing at attention as the women retreated to the couch and Bailey escorted the royal jeweler and his assistant out, but upon her return, she was told to go sit on the platform facing the women. No longer trying to cover herself, Lenora sat down to face both the women and her fate. 

"Lenora, My name is Elizabeth Darby, but my friends all call me Libby. You may call me Libby," said the first woman on her right, "To my immediate right is Abigail Ellsworth and on the far right is the Lady Eleanor Harrington. You will address her always as Lady Harrington."

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, very unsure of the proper etiquette, but proceeding as best she could and hoping for the best, "I'm very pleased to meet you all, I am very sure."

"And we are very pleased to meet you as well," replied Libby, to Lenora's great relief, "You can be sure I speak for us all when I say we find you most lovely."

"Most lovely indeed," added Abigail.

"Thank you, Mam," responded Lenora, but she was not at all ready for the response of the The Lady Harrington.

"It is easy to see why His Majesty is so enamored of you."

"Thank you, Mam," Lenora once again responded, this time blushing a bit as all the women smiled at having caused her to do so.

"Lenora, my dear," Libby began anew, "I am certain you have been wondering a great deal about what is going to happen to you and what plans His Majesty has for you, so we are going to explain that to you now."

"Yes, Mam, thank you, Mam," responded Lenora, grateful that the woman's comments were indeed going directly toward her immediate concerns.

"I think I should begin by telling you a bit about each of us here," continued Libby, "The Lady Harrington is, of course, royalty. She is the wife of Lord Harrington, of whom I am sure you have heard."

"Yes, Mam," replied Lenora, as everyone in the kingdom knew of him.

"Abby and myself are, of course, not royalty, but neither are we exactly commoners," continued Libby, "for you see, I am, in fact, a courtesan to the royal court."

"As am I," added Abigail. 

"Now, the reason we are telling you this is because you too, Lenora, my dear, are also to be a courtesan to the royal court," declared Libby.

"I see," responded Lenora, now aware of her fate for the first time.

"I know this must be a shock and huge disappointment to you, Lenora, my dear," commiserated Libby, kindly, "but do not underestimate the importance of your service to His Majesty, for a sovereign never rules by power alone. A King must cultivate and reward loyalty. His very survival depends on it."

"And I am to be that reward," responded Lenora.

"A woman as beautiful as you," declared Libby, "The King would be remiss, even incompetent if I may be so bold, were he to not take advantage of such an asset."

"I suppose," responded Lenora.

"The King loves you, Lenora," assured Libby, "Everyone knows it. He couldn't hide it if he tried and he doesn't try. He's proud of you and he loves you, as best a King can."

"I shall loose so much sleep feeling sorry for him," replied Lenora.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughed Libby, along with the rest of the women, "Ladies, I like this girl!"

Waiting until the moment had subsided, Libby once more returned to the business of Lenora's education with some more kind and wise words.

"Do not despair too much, my dear, for there is one good think about it. You are not to be just any courtesan. Like me, you are to be a very special kind of courtesan."

"A special kind of courtesan?" responded Lenora.

"Very special indeed," continued Libby, "Lenora, do you know what a 'Willy walker' is?"

"No, Mam," answered Lenora.

"Well," laughed Libby, "You do know what a willy is, don't you?"

"I guess so," responded Lenora, afraid to state the obvious.

"Don't be afraid, my dear," laughed Libby, "Of course you do. A willy is a man's dick and a Willy Walker is a cock sucker. That's what I am. I am a professional cock sucker and so will you be too, a professional cocksucker. That's why I'm here, to teach you how."

"I see," replied Lenora, now more or less at a loss for words due to the shock of it all, but she also found herself entirely unprepared for the next aspect of her future as it was revealed by the courtesan Abigail.

"And I am here to teach you how to make love to women."

Stunned to immobility, Lenora suddenly found herself unable to speak or even breathe. Beginning to swoon and sway slightly, her vision began to blur and she would have feinted had Libby and Abigail not quickly gone to her aid, sitting beside her, putting their arms around her and offering her comforting words and caresses as she began to cry.

Taking most of the next twenty minutes to have her cry and recompose herself, Lenora was next comforted as The Lady Harrington moved to sit across from her and take her hands in hers.

"Don't worry, Lenora, my dear. Everything's going to be alright. There are worst lives to be led in these times you know. At least you are not going to want for anything and you are not going to have to fuck men with all the dangers inherent in that, and you have the love of the King. He may be a son-of-a-bitch for doing this to you, but he does love you. If it comes down to it, you will always have that in your pocket."

"Yes, Mam," replied Lenora, the woman's words well summing up her situation and somehow offering her some consolation.

"Now, aren't you excited to know what I am here to teach you?" asked The Lady Harrington.

"No," answered Lenora, bravely, but truthfully, giving all of them another good laugh.

"Well, right you are," laughed The Lady Harrington, "and all I can tell you is, it could be worse. I am here to teach you the finer points of the social graces."

"You mean how to use the proper eating utensils and such?" asked Lenora.

"If need be," answered The Lady Harrington, with another little laugh, "but for today, I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you how to go naked in public."

"Really?" queried Lenora, surprising all the women by her tone, which told them that Lenora considered this perhaps the worst news of all, "I have to go naked... in public?"

"Lenora, my dear," replied The Lady Harrington, "I'm afraid that from now on you are going to spend more time naked than clothed. A woman as beautiful as you are deserves to be seen."

"I see," responded Lenora, resigned to another terrible fate.

"So are you ready to begin then?" asked The Lady Harrington.

"Yes, Mam," responded.

"There are just a few things a lady needs to know about being nude," informed The Lady Harrington. The first is that you must be no more concerned about someone seeing your breasts or your pussy than you are your hands. That is to say, not at all. At all costs and at all times, that is the attitude you must convey to everyone, even yourself. There is, however, a certain etiquette that must be observed.

Never ever cover yourself with your hands and try your very best never catch anyone looking. That puts both you and the viewer at the disadvantage. If you do accidentally catch them, simply give them a quick and pleasant smile and quickly avert your attention elsewhere. Your breasts you never seek to obscure even with your posture. Your pussy, on the other hand, you always seek to obscure with your posture, but only with natural posture. 

For example, when you are standing, there is no way to naturally hide your pussy so you don't even try, but when you are sitting, you must always cross your legs or at least hold them together. Similarly, if you are sitting on your bottom, you can always draw your legs up alongside you. Of course, you must never bend over. If something must be retrieved from the floor, make sure someone else does it. 

In summation, you must accustom yourself to the fact that from now on, there are going to be times when your pussy is going to be available for everyone to see. Some of them will be people you like, some of them will be people you won't like and some of them will be strangers. In any case, you never try to hide it, but neither do you ever show it off. That is the difference between a lady and common slut, and you, Lenora, are going to be a fine lady. Do you understand all that, my dear?

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora.

"Very well," continued The Lady Harrington, "Now let's teach you to walk properly. In contrast to your pussy, breasts are something a lady can and should show off... in a lady-like fashion, of course. 

What I want you to do now is walk for me from the far wall to the other. As you do so, you will notice that your breasts will move about of course, but you will also notice that there is a certain rhythm about it. Your breasts will move about in all directions, but after a bit you will notice there is a repeating pattern to it. It is different for each person, of course, but there is, nevertheless, a pattern that will establish itself. I want you to learn that."

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, as she reluctantly obeyed and began walking back and forth in front of the women, from one wall to the other.

"Always place each foot directly in front of the other... head up... see how your hips sway... find the rhythm, Lenora..."

Using up more than the next half hour, Lenora was forced to walk back and forth between the two walls, bouncing her big breasts about for the four women and covering the distance dozens of times, but as she did so, she gradually began to understand what her mentor was looking for. She did not, however, like it even slightly. 

Just as she had been told it would happen, she found that her breasts did indeed move about in all directions, and sometimes very vigorously, but also just as she had been told, there was a pattern to it.

Beginning with a few small vertical bounces, these grew in intensity until they were soon transformed into three or four very robust movements from side to side followed by a somewhat less intense series of bounces that were a combination of both the horizontal and vertical until once again the cycle began anew with the small vertical bounces.

Finally satisfied that she had indeed learned the basics, The Lady Harrington again bade Lenora to sit in front of them and completed this particular lesson.

"That was very good, Lenora, your breasts put on a very delightful display. It embarrasses you to do so though, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora.

"I understand," consoled The Lady Harrington, "but you understand that from now on it's something you will be expected to do at all times when you are nude and your embarrassment mustn't be evident to anyone, or you will be given demerits."

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora. 

"Very well, then we will move on," continued The Lady Harrington, "At this time, we are all very curious, My Dear, so we want you to show us your pussy."

"Mam?" responded Lenora, not knowing exactly what to do.

"I think position seven will do nicely," continued The Lady Harrington, "Just turn around and assume the position on the platform. Back up toward us until your feet are dangling off the edge so we can get a close view."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, reluctantly turning around and assuming the position on her hands and knees as ordered and once again beginning another humiliation which was only compounded as she was quickly given another admonishment.

"I'm afraid you have forgotten to keep your chin up, Lenora," declared The Lady Harrington, as in her embarrassment, Lenora had forgotten to do so, "I shall have to give you a demerit. If you forget again, I shall have to give to two."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, chastising herself for her forgetfulness and silently vowing never to forget again.

"I must say," began Libby, as all four women gathered around to inspect Lenora's pussy as closely as possible, "It is indeed the most substantial pussy I have ever seen, and the most beautiful as well."

"I have never seen one to compare," agreed Abigail, as Lenora felt another hot wave of humiliation flood through her body from head to toe, "It protrudes out almost as far as do her buttocks and it must be a full three inches across. I wish we had Mr. Greysone's ruler. Tomorrow we shall have to take a measurement."

Her clitoris is as large as my ring finger and almost as long," added The Lady Harrington. 

"I love her lips," continued Libby, "On most women they are much smaller and very irregular, but hers are smooth and round."

"Indeed," responded Abigail, "but the most attractive feature is that they swell so profoundly and form such a beautiful oval as they surround her entrance. About as big as an apricot I would say."

Trying not to cry as the women required her to display herself for their curiosity and pleasure, Lenora was taken to even new heights of humiliation as her ordeal continued.

"Glory to the King, she has a hairy ass," Bailey suddenly declared.

"Indeed she does," agreed Abigail, with a giggle, "The hairiest I've ever seen."

"It's thick as fur," insisted Bailey, "All the way up and down the crack. Some of it sticks out even when she is standing up."

"So it is, and so it does," agreed The Lady Harrington, "I guess what was supposed to grow on her pussy grew on her ass instead."

"That and twice as much more," continued Bailey, her obvious sensitivity to body hair again becoming manifest and sending a new round of fear into Lenora's heart, "Perhaps we should wax it."

"I don't think so," reasoned Libby, "His Majesty has surely seen it. He must like it that way, or he would have told us to attend to it."

"I suppose so," agreed Bailey, reluctantly.

"Lenora, my dear," asked Libby, "Has His Majesty ever mounted you from this position in the daytime?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, horrified at having to answer the question.

"Well, there you have it, Ladies," giggled Libby, as the other two women joined in, "His Majesty likes a hairy ass." 

"Well, I can't say I blame him," The Lady Harrington felt compelled to add, "I like it too and she has a very nice ass hole if I do say so myself."

"Indeed she does at that," agreed Abigail, adding her own observations, "Most ass holes are simply concave openings, but hers has a nice big rim around it. It looks rather nice surrounded by all that hair, like a little nest."

Having to endure as best she could and thinking her humiliation couldn't possibly get any more profound, Lenora was surprised and horrified as Libby added yet another whole dimension to her absolute degradation.

"Lenora, when I tell you to do so, I want you to begin puckering and relaxing your ass hole and I will expect you to keep doing so until I give you permission to stop. If you do stop before I give you permission, I will start giving you demerits. Do you understand?"




A Matter of Perspective Ch. 03



"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, now unable to stave off the tears which began to form in her eyes.

"Very well, you may begin," ordered Libby.

Slowly experimenting with the necessary muscles, Lenora soon found the coordination necessary to push her anus in out and continued to do so several more times until Libby gave her permission to stop.

"That was very good, Lenora," praised Libby, very good indeed, but if you don't stop that stupid blubbering, I'm going to beat that cute little ass hole of yours with a bakers spoon until you beg to die."

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora.

"Her skin is so smooth," announced The Lady Harrington, somewhat unexpectedly, "Are there very many women who have no hair on their pussy?"

"It's very rare," Abigail informed her, "but with an acute sensitivity born of long experience, she immediately recognized a tone in The Lady Harrington's voice that told her the question was not an innocent one, even though she herself probably wasn't aware of it. Sensing an opportunity to ingratiate herself with the royal woman, she extended the appropriate invitation, "Perhaps you would like to touch it? 

"Perhaps I should," The Lady Harrington softly agreed, "Since I'm going to be assisting you with her training."

"I think it would be most appropriate," agreed Libby, enthusiastically."

"Might I suggest the honey oil," Abigail continued, realizing it would be best if The Lady Harrington was offered some guidance, "There is some in the bag at the end of the couch. I will get it for you."

Retrieving the small bottle of oil as Lenora inwardly cringed at the thought of another assault on her pussy, Abigail carefully instructed The Lady Harrington on the finer points of how to go about seeking her own pleasure.

"Just put some oil in your palm and turn your hand upside down... that's it... now, just rub it in from front to back," instructed Abigail, as Lenora felt the third hand of the day begin rubbing her pussy.

Now knowing for certain that the true nature of the situation was one in which The Lady Harrington was experiencing a true life transformation and that feelings she heretofore wasn't even aware of having were now guiding her actions, Abigail discretely facilitated her pleasure quickly and efficiently.

Ringing the small service bell, Abigail ordered some tea and she and Libby and Bailey occasionally exchanged knowing glances as The Lady Harrington went about the business of seeking her newfound pleasure.

For The Lady Harrington's part, she quickly escalated past simply feeling Lenora's pussy to taking charge of her completely. 

Almost in a trance and certainly in a new little world of her own, she began by ordering Lenora to resume the position on her hands and knees in the center of the platform, affording her complete access and room to maneuver.

As the other women casually engaged in polite conversation and pretended not to be paying any particular attention, they each, however, remained astutely aware as the drama played out before them.

"Lenora, My Dear," The Lady Harrington whispered softly, as her first order of business, "I assure you that you are doing everything correctly, however, I want you to do something further for me. I want you to spread your knees further apart... further... that's it... now I want you to adjust your posture according to my fingers."

"Yes, Mam," Lenora dutifully answered, suspiciously.

"Very good," assured The Lady Harrington, as she placed one first finger in the small of Lenora's back and the other first finger under her chin.

Simultaneously pushing down with one finger and up with the other, The Lady Harrington soon had Lenora's back deeply arched and her head pointing almost straight up toward the ceiling. 

Having guided her to her new and even more submissive posture, The Lady Harrington began to work her way around Lenora's body, caressing her legs and back and kissing her all over as she continually complimented her on the beauty of her skin and body. 

Her gently treatment, however, did not extend to Lenora's breasts. Giving each one its turn as she came to it, she would tightly secure the big nipple between a finger and thumb and pull it toward her until the whole breast was painfully extended as far out from Lenora's body as it would go her before using her other hand to squeeze and rub it, forcing Lenora to a cadence of soft whimpers with the pain of it for the five minutes or more that she spent with each one. 

It was Lenora's pussy and ass, however, which The Lady Harrington explored in earnest, spending more than a quarter of an hour penetrating her deeply with her finger and rubbing her clitoris rather vigorously, pausing only occasionally to indulge herself in another newly discovered object of her fascination as she would run her middle finger up and down the length of the crack of Lenora's ass over and over, commenting on how much she liked the feel of the thick hair therein.

Worst of all for Lenora, she was also forced to participate as The Lady Harrington also insisted upon her own private conversation with the new object of her infatuation.

"Lenora, my dear, I do so love your pussy."

"Thank you, Mam," responded Lenora, as she knew she must, but also with some difficulty as the overall severity of her position was causing her a good deal of discomfort and the extension of her neck as she tilted her head back as far as it could go made it hard to speak.

"Do you enjoy sex, My Dear?" asked The Lady Harrington.

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, now aware that something was going on that no one had planned and that she must be very careful and pliable.

"Very much, or just a little?" asked The Lady Harrington.

"Very much, Mam," answered Lenora.

Indulging herself for another ten minutes or so, The Lady Harrington next released Lenora from her position and bade her simply lay on her back, but continued with her pleasure as she took Lenora's head in her hands and brought their lips together. 

Kissing her lightly a few times and stroking her cheeks, The Lady Harrington again found Lenora's breasts and began fondling them anew as she once again put their lips together and this time thrust her tongue deep into Lenora's mouth.

Knowing how terrible the consequences would be if she disappointed or offended this royal woman, Lenora exercised her only option and wrapped her arms around the obviously infatuated woman the same as she would have a male lover, returning her kisses, sharing her tongue with her and spreading her legs appropriately as The Lady Harrington's hand also found its way back into her pussy.

Thus spending another quarter hour acting as if she had somehow fallen madly in love, Lenora was soon delivered another horror, as The Lady Harrington issued an impossible demand.

"Lenora, I want you to come to yourself for me now and I want you to do it by yourself," announced The Lady Harrington, "You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, as The Lady Harrington ceased kissing her and simply propped herself up on one elbow and gave her last command for the moment.

"And I don't want you to close your eyes. Keep them open. Keep your eyes open at all times and don't try to fool me about coming to yourself. If you fail in either one of these endeavors, I will give you three demerits and I will send for the switch and administer them myself, right here and now. I also want you to tell me when you are about to come to yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mam," replied Lenora, fearfully, knowing this royal lady had fallen fervently into her own little sexual escapade and, therefore, had to be humored and obeyed at all costs. 

Not at all knowing if she could possibly do as she had been ordered, Lenora reached for her pussy, but was quickly interrupted as all the other ladies suddenly forsook their previous activities and moved to sit on the platform surrounding her on each side and offering her their encouragement.

"You can do it, Lenora," encouraged Abigail, taking the lead, "I know you can."

"Of course you can, My Dear," offered Libby, "Just concentrate and focus."

"It's just coming to yourself," offered Bailey, speaking for the first time, "It's quite a natural thing and nothing we haven't all seen before. We are all your friends. We just want you to share this part of yourself with us." 

Feeling none the better for the encouragement, Lenora once more reached for her pussy and after anchoring her heels in the padding of the platform, began to fondle herself, grateful that she indeed was a strongly sexual woman and, especially since the death of her husband, did often enjoy pleasuring herself.

There were two things about it, however, that Lenora, still disliked almost unto death. The first was that she was going to have to share herself so intimately with another woman in the company of other women, but the other lay in her own individual way of expressing herself sexually.

Specifically, Lenora knew that she didn't vocalize in the same way other women did during sex, or at least that is what her husband, who had been much more experienced than she before their marriage had always told her and had teased her about accordingly.

"You're the only woman I ever met who can grunt, growl, moan and groan all at the same time," had had often laughed as he teased her. 

Having never thought much about it before he had brought it up, Lenora came to understand that while other women whimpered and squealed and even screamed, she always expressed herself only in the lower register and with a much more guttural style.

She had never really minded or cared one way or the other before, but now, in the company of these royal women, like her hairy armpits and legs before Bailey had insisted she shave them, it seemed to emphasize her stature as a lowly and simple peasant, naturally devoid of any of the finer graces.

No amount of self-realization was of any comfort at the moment, however, as she had no alternative but to masturbate for this royal woman and she knew she would have to do it for real.

Placing her right middle finger on her clitoris just below where the triangle of her pubic hair pubic hair ended, Lenora began the familiar circular motion she always preferred along with the occasional slow stroke along the entirety of its length until it slowly became engorged and thus substantially exceeded its already larger than normal size. 

Concentrating as best she could, Lenora faced another moment of supreme embarrassment as she did as she knew she must and began using the fingers on her left hand to massage the big oval of her entrance and occasionally penetrate herself with her other middle finger in a rhythmic manner.

Suffering through the first few minutes of this prelude, the true horror of this new humiliation soon began for Lenora as she was indeed able to establish a certain amount of arousal and the first small grunt forced itself from her throat for all to hear, followed by a small groan and thereafter, a steady progression of each in a steady progression of increasing volume.

Thinking things could not possibly get any worse, Lenora was quickly proven wrong as she discovered that she could utilize the sounds she was making to focus and thereby escalate her arousal. Thus she was forced to begin announcing her pleasure much past that which she would have done had she been alone and soon found herself loudly grunting and groaning and growling as she dug her heels into the platform and humped her hips and used both hands to vigorously masturbate for the practical strangers surrounding her.

Finally able to build and establish a high level of arousal after almost another ten minutes of effort, Lenora still wasn't sure she would be able to "come to herself" as The Lady Harrington had phrased it until the wise and experienced Abigail came to her rescue, albeit in a strange and totally unexpected way.

"Say, pussy," Lenora, commanded Abigail, authoritatively, but kindly, "Come on, you can do it. Say pussy."

"PUSSY!!" Lenora suddenly shouted out loudly, but in doing so found the reason behind Abigail's command as she realized the loud vocalization allowed her to find the final focus she needed to accomplish her goal.

Now adding the occasional extra loud outburst to the various other exaggerated sounds she was making, Lenora continued the vigorous application of physical stimulation to her pussy for most of the next five minutes while the four women surrounding her were treated to a very fine exhibition until, with one last loud groan, Lenora raised her hips up off the padded platform and stroked her clitoris hard before reversing the action and lifting her legs as she spread them apart and stroked her clitoris hard and fast through a powerful orgasm, miraculously also not forgetting to make her required announcement.

"Shouting out her success with growls and groans so loud that the sound must surely have penetrated the large doors and filled the hallways, Lenora informed any with earshot that she had indeed "come to herself,' before finally collapsing limply into the padding of the platform gasping for breath. 

Heaping praise upon her as she lay back exhausted, the four women took turns using a cool rag to carefully and affectionately wipe and cleanse the whole of Lenora's body as they showered her with compliments and finally helped to up to once again sit on the edge of the platform and face them.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it," declared Abigail.

Reaching for and receiving one of the wet rags from Abigail, Lenora used it to wipe one side of her neck and take a moment before giving her surprising answer.

"Bitches," declared Lenora, the tone of her voice and slight knowing smile on her face indicating she was being a good sport about what they had just made her do.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I know!" declared Libby, very pleased with Lenora's attitude, "Aren't we though!"

"There's one more thing," declared Lenora, staring directly at The Lady Harrington in a way that left no doubt she meant what she was saying, "In the future, Lady Harrington, I can assure you that the next time you abuse my nipples like that, I'm going to break your nose." 

Quite taken aback that any commoner, especially one of Lenora's status, should speak to her in such a way, The Lady Harrington was stunned to silence for a moment before her better nature found its way to the front, as well as the realization that Lenora did indeed mean what she had said, regardless of what retribution might be later reaped on her. 

Once again approaching Lenora to sit beside her and take her hands in hers, the very powerful and royal woman, who just as easily could have ordered the flesh whipped from Lenora's back, issued her a sincere apology, to the complete amazement of the other women.

"I'm afraid I did get quite carried away, Lenora. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again."

"Well, that's alright, we all get carried away sometimes," offered Lenora, in acceptance,

"Of course, you realize that doesn't mean you won't still have to pose for me, nor that I'm not going to give you a good fucking from time to time as soon as I learn to do it properly, The Lady Harrington added, "I kind of have my heart set on that."

"I'm sure both of those things will happen," replied Lenora, "and as long as it's done politely I think you will find me most enthusiastic, but please be aware that I give as good as I get." 

Having issued her somewhat ambiguous reply, Lenora, then clarified the statement and amazed everyone again as she simultaneously reached for The Lady Harrington's left breast.

Squeezing the somewhat diminutive breast slightly, Lenora audaciously reached behind The Lady Harrington's head, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Staring into her eyes confidently just before she gave her a long deep lingering kiss, the obviously smitten royal woman whimpered slightly and melted into the beautiful Lenora's arms for a long moment as Libby, Abigail and Bailey exchanged very pleased and knowing smiles.

"Well, moving on," continued Abigail, after The Lady Harrington had composed herself and returned to her position on the couch, "Lenora, my dear, I'm assuming you have no experience with women, sexually speaking?"

"No, Mam," answered Lenora, taking another big and long breath as she marshaled her strength for another most unpleasant ordeal.

"Well, I'm afraid there's no way to put this off any longer, my dear," announced Abigail, kindly, as she took Lenora's hands in hers "but you're going to be strong for me now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, with resignation.

"One good thing about it," assured Abigail, "If you're going to get fucked, it's best to get it from someone who's good at it, and I can assure you, I'm very good at it."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, just managing to look into Abigail's eyes and give her at least the weak smile she was looking for.

Not giving her any more time to think about it, Abigail promptly reached into a bag that had been stationed at the end of the big couch and produced a large black dildo, complete with all the necessary straps to turn a woman into a man.

"This will belong to you now, Lenora," explained Abigail, as she held it up for Lenora's close inspection, "and you are to never allow anyone to use any other. There are a million nicknames for them, but most people just call them a 'Bobby.'" 

It must be boiled in water for two hours both before and immediately after each use and when it is not in use, it must be completely submerged in fresh honey at all times. You should also always dip it in honey oil just before you do use it. That will insure the silk stays very soft just like natural skin. 

Both of those measures will also protect you against any infection. While you are here at the palace, this will be done for you, but thereafter, you must take care of it yourself. Do you understand?

"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, her head spinning slightly at the seriousness and impact of the information.

"As you don't know about such things," continued Abigail, "I can tell you that this one has been made especially for you by one the finest craftsmen in the land and is an exact replica of His Majesty's member, which as you may or may not know, is on the rather large side. 

It is made of basswood and has been covered by black silk which, since it has already been boiled, has shrunk to a tight fit. And, as you can see, it has a hinge here at the base for functional reasons. I can also assure you, it is the finest one I have ever seen. There is no doubt in my mind it will serve you well."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, now softer than ever, and with much more resignation than enthusiasm.

"Very well, then," continued Abigail, not reacting in any particular way to Lenora's state of mind and simply getting on with the business at hand, beginning with a liberal application of honey oil to the silken shaft, "I want you to assume position seven in the center of the platform. Since you are taller than I, you will have to lean back a bit so I will be able to mount you easily and correctly."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, as she assumed the position on her hands and knees while Abigail proceeded to remove her lower clothing and strap on the big black dildo, but she was also given a small caveat.

"Don't forget to keep your chin up, My Dear," reminded Abigail, "after you are mounted, you may move freely, but until then, you must always assume your positions correctly."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, her humiliation now matching her anxiety and displeasure at knowing she was going to be fucked by another woman in front of other women, but she was also offered a chance at some reward.

"Don't worry, Lenora," encouraged Abigail, "I'm not going to hurt you in any way, I'm just going to give you a good fucking, and if you come for me, I will give you a merit. That would be nice wouldn't it?"




A Matter of Perspective Ch. 03



"Yes, Mam," answered Lenora, resolving to try, as she knew she would probably need it along the way.

"Very well, easy now, Lenora, my dear," announced Abigail, as she put the tip of the dildo at Lenora's entrance, placed her hands on each side of her pelvis for leverage and politely but firmly pushed forward in one steady motion until her large and lovely oval entrance expanded to accept its full girth and only the smallest sliver of black silk could be seen.

Knowing exactly what was going to happen and doing her best to prepare herself accordingly, Lenora still couldn't help but do what she most desperately didn't want to do and promptly issued a loud and long groan followed by an equally long one of only slightly lesser volume. 

Regaining her composure after a moment, Lenora found it not to be of much benefit as she was forced to continue her vocal protestations on a continuous basis as Abigail unhesitatingly went about her business.

Taking her time, but wasting none of it, Abigail promptly set a moderate pace, making sure she delivered every inch of the black silk on every stroke while Lenora suffered the awful indignity of establishing a rhythm of her own, both with her characteristic high volume grunts and groans and also with the rhythmic swaying back and forth of her big breasts, leaving nothing to the imaginations of the three other women who sat calmly and casually on the couch watching her reveal the very last of her intimate secrets.

With nothing left to do but endure, Lenora collected her wits and slowly began to realize that this very experienced professional lesbian courtesan was being true to her word, and that word had been immensely understated. She knew she wasn't just going to get a good fucking, she was going to get a seriously thorough and thoroughly serious fucking the likes of which she had probably never before even imagined.

Unable to restrain herself from reporting the impact of practically every stroke with her loud grunts and groans, it soon became clear to Lenora that Abigail was systematically doing no less than simply fucking the hell out of her and she was beginning to enjoy it emmensely. 

Stroking her relentlessly in a myriad of ways, the well versed woman quickly rendered Lenora helpless to do anything more than report the results of the relentless assault and by the time only slightly more than five minutes had passed, for the first time in her life, the beautiful Lenora had added a loud and long howl to her rather limited repertoire of sexual sounds.

Firmly in the grip and control of both Abigail and the nine inches of Basswood she was wielding with every bit as much expertise as a master artisan would wield a brush, Lenora grunted and growled and moaned and groaned and howled piteously for more than a quarter of an hour as her big breasts bounced and swayed and flopped about below her chest, every bit as helpless and humiliated as she was.

Finally driven near her limits to take any more, Lenora began to think seriously about simply begging for mercy, but as the moments went by, she slowly felt a subtle but profound change, and what had once felt overwhelming now began to feel more tolerable and as more and more time went by, tolerance transformed itself into pleasure and then even more and more pleasure until finally, pleasure was all there was and she began seek it desperately and to hope it would never stop.

Oblivious now to whom might be watching or anything else in the world for that matter, save the big black stick as it rapidly rammed home its magic message deep into her pussy, Lenora began adding her own motions, causing her big breasts to flop about even more vigorously and even the cooling effect of her own juices as they copiously oozed from her insides and dribbled down from the tip of her clitoris to the padding of the platform in one long thick sticky string couldn't tame the fire in her pussy. 

Finding a new and even lower register for her vocalizations, she transformed them anew into even louder and longer grunts and growls, grinding out her pleasure with a primal determination bordering on frenzy until her orgasm thundered off the big room's walls and all four women were rendered silent for a long moment of awe.

Finally collapsing onto her elbows in exhaustion with one last long groan, Lenora too fell silent as Abigail withdrew the evil and wondrous stick from her pussy and deposited it in a bucket of water.

Not able to even move until all four women once again came to her and began to wash her with a cool cloth, Lenora allowed them to roll her onto her back and accepted their encouragements until she was once again sitting on the edge of the platform.

It was only then that once again she softly began to cry and the women once again to console her for almost another quarter hour until she had recovered herself.

"Jesus Christ!" remarked Lenora, finally and softly, with a weak smile.

"I know," replied Abigail, "Men fuck to please their dicks. Women use their dicks to please the other women. I can also happily inform you that you did indeed earn a merit."

"It was humiliating," declared Lenora, now not afraid to speak at least somewhat freely.

"I know," replied Abigail again, not denying the truth, "but you don't have to let it make you feel that way. This is your lot in life now, Lenora, and you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Do all women fuck that good?" asked Lenora, with another small smile.

"Oh my no," laughed Abigail, "Only we professionals, but one good thing about it, there are several of us who work for the crown and you will be getting it from at least one of us every day from now on, at least for the next few months."

"Really?" asked Lenora, "Every day?"

"Ummm," replied Abigail, softly, but then with a bit more cheer, and just wait till my friend Giselle Dupree puts you on your back. She is French and everyone agrees she's the best."

"I can't wait," replied Lenora, sarcastically.

"Well, I think we can move on," interjected Bailey, much to Lenora's dismay.

"Very well," responded Libby, "Lenora, my dear, for the rest of the day, I am going to assign you to His Majesty's personal garden. The gardeners are working down there today and you are to assist them in whatever way they feel would be most helpful."

"I don't suppose I get to wear any clothes?" asked Lenora, hopefully.

"Lenora, my dear," replied Libby, with a little laugh, "I'm afraid you aren't going to be wearing any clothes for a long time."

"Lucky me," replied Lenora.

"Don't worry, they aren't going to fuck you," informed Libby, "We are just going to get them warmed up for tomorrow. In fact, the first thing I want you to do is walk back and forth along the main path at least twenty times. That will give them a nice treat and you an opportunity to practice showing off your breasts. In the future, you will be held to a high standard in that regard, so you must practice very diligently."

"Yes, Mam," responded Lenora, but couldn't resist inquiring about just what the gardeners were being warmed up for.

"Oh, yes, well," answered Libby, matter-of-factly, "Tomorrow you are going to suck their dicks." 

"I see," replied Lenora, without enthusiasm.

"Lenora, my dear, you have sucked a few dicks in your lifetime, haven't you?" asked Libby.

"Only two," replied Lenora.

"I see," replied Libby, somewhat surprised, but also with a little laugh, "Well, after tomorrow it will be eight."

"I can't wait," responded Lenora, for the second time.

"Well, if there's nothing else," declared Libby, "I suppose you can proceed to the garden now."

"There is one thing," announced Lenora, "I was thinking I should thank Mr. Greystone... you know, for the jewelry."

"Well now, I think that is a splendid idea," agreed Libby, after getting an agreeing nod from Bailey, "I will send for him forthwith and in case you want to know, his first name is Liam."

Waiting with great anticipation to see just what Lenora had in mind and how she would handle herself, the women gave her no instructions and availed themselves of the couch as discreetly as possible when the surprised elderly gentleman entered the room.

Not knowing exactly what to expect, Greystone soon became the most surprised person in the room, although by only a little bit, as Lenora walked to meet him just inside the big doors, doing her best to bounce her breasts properly for his benefit.

"I wanted to thank you for the jewelry... and everything," offered Lenora, in a noticeably sultry voice, as she stepped up to him much closer than necessary and began to fiddle with the collar of his shirt, "You are a true gentleman."

"Thank you, and you're welcome," replied Greystone, politely, although, being very astute, he was instantly aware of Lenora's obvious overture and, of course, totally aware that she was the crown's newest courtesan, "It was a pleasure, but I would be less than a gentleman if I didn't point out that your verbal thanks are more than sufficient, you being new and all."

"I know," replied Lenora, now placing her hand at the base of his neck and stroking him softly behind the ear, "but I honestly find you attractive. I hope you don't mind. May I call you by your first name?"

"Of course I don't mind and you certainly may," replied Greystone, "and I must say I have always been convinced that a woman cannot be beautiful on the outside, lest she first be beautiful on the inside."

"Thank you so very much, Liam, I think that is the most beautiful compliment I have ever received," offered Lenora, softly, as she stepped even closer, gave him a soft kiss on the lips and made her offer explicit, "I would like to be intimate with you if you would like it as well... and if it would be appropriate, of course."

"My wife died some years ago," offered Greystone, forthrightly, "and I would indeed."

"I'm afraid we would have an audience, me being a beginner and all and still under supervision," explained Lenora, her cheek now against his and her words softly whispered in his ear.

"Fuck em," replied Greystone, with a smile as he took his moment to reach up and caress Lenora's left breast gently.

"My sentiments exactly," grinned Lenora, as she wrapped her arms around his head and let him have a couple more long moments with her breasts as she nibbled on his ear before leading him to the end of the platform and helping him undress.

Saving his underwear for last, Lenora then sat on the end of the platform as he stood over her and lowered them for him, receiving a most unexpected surprise in the process. Although diminutive in height, there was nothing at all diminutive about the kindly gentleman's dick.

Hanging proudly below his mostly grey pubic patch in the style that stood out from his body in a singular and pleasing arc, it was every bit a match for the King and then some, being noticeably thicker and at least an inch longer with the added attribute of having nary a blemish or protruding vein to mar its most pleasing complexion.

After looking up at him to offer an assuring and knowing smile, Lenora gently took his well matched testacies in her hands to fondle them for a few moments and then proceeded forthwith to insert as much of his dick as possible into her mouth and begin massaging and stroking it without reserve.

Exchanging glances of both amazement and amusement, the four women on the couch watched in fascination as both they and Lenora quickly discovered that what still looked good also still worked good, and before very long at all, was ready for some action.

Now ready to go to work herself, Lenora spent no more time in prelude and quickly coaxed the fortunate jeweler to her as she scooted to the center of the platform on her back and lifted her legs high and wide.

Guiding his dick into her pussy after he had taken a long look and settled over her, Lenora announced their coupling with her customary loud groan and began giving the most distinguished elderly gentleman her best as he returned the favor.

Proving he still had it, or at least most of it, Greystone held his ground. Offering Lenora excellent value, he promptly began stroking her vigorously and with more than a little expertise. 

Quickly responding to his much more than adequate performance, Lenora soon enjoyed the pleasurable resumption of her customary grunts and groans as she pumped and flailed her legs about accordingly, sometimes lifting them high into the air and sometimes anchoring her heels to hump along with him and other times wrapping them tightly around his waist as she gave a particularly long and loud groan or growl.

Not giving any mind to who was watching or what they might be thinking, the two new lovers treated themselves to a good quarter hour of pleasure before their experience allowed them to reach a mutual conclusion, also much to their mutual satisfaction.

Not content with a simple ending, once they had both lain on their sides caressing each other and exchanging a few kisses until they had recovered, Lenora then pushed Greystone over on his back, positioned herself over him, and promptly took his dick into her mouth once again. 

Stroking and licking it while holding it in one hand, she thoroughly cleaned it with her tongue and finally gave it a long kiss before once again helping Greystone dress himself and bid her a heartfelt pleasant goodbye.

"Well, I'll be damned!" declared Libby, after the women had taken more than a few long moments to digest their mutual amazement, "Lenora, my dear, you have earned yourself another merit."

"How about that, Liam," enthused The Lady Harrington, "Who would have thought."

"That little guy can still fuck and then some and who knew he was hung like that!!" added Libby, but it was left to Bailey to see further than the other three women as she issued a stern caveat.

"Lenora, my dear, to play a game with His Majesty's jealously is to play with fire."

"Why, I don't know whatever you mean," insisted Lenora, coyly, "The only game I know how to play is chess."



A Matter of Perspective Ch. 04



Proceeding to the garden as ordered, Lenora dutifully began her walk down the long main strollway and was happy and relieved not to see any of the gardeners, but upon turning around at the end, her brief moment of happiness came to an end as she saw all six of them evenly spaced out along her return route, casually leaning on their shovels and rakes in anticipation of her return walk back.

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, she prepared for the embarrassing gauntlet, but as each one tipped his hat and gave her a friendly smile, she was surprised at the familiar and good feeling she got from once more being among what she quickly recognized as friendly souls.

Finding her good mood somewhat restored, she even inwardly smiled as each man made the obligatory racy but good natured comment about how he would gladly marry her or that she was more beautiful than the stars and she was at one moment struck by the powerful realization that she was now truly a creature of two worlds and at least part her salvation lay in turning that fact into an asset.

Quickly preparing herself to have some witty and humorous retorts ready for another similar onslaught upon her next trip by them, Lenora was even looking forward to it, but as she turned around to do so, she was made even happier and proud of the men when she saw that they had all politely went about their business, affording her the respect they felt she deserved as one of their own.

Finishing her walk, Lenora took a moment to simply close her eyes and soak up a little sun, but upon opening them, found one of the men motioning to her with his hat. Following him to a small enclave, she happily discovered they had prepared lunch and had even come up with a fresh clean towel which, with a grand and highly animated gesture, one of the men happily laid out for her to sit on. 

The polite gesture, however, and quite predictably, came with the price of a good natured, but thoroughly crude remark, which Lenora recognized through long experience was really only a thinly disguised challenge to see what she was really made of. It was a price she cheerfully paid and a challenge she eagerly accepted.

"A lady shouldn't have to put her pussy on a cold slab of old cement," declared the man, with a big grin, as he placed the towel down for her.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," retorted Lenora, "a hot pussy like this one, sometimes it feels good to cool it off a little."

"That's some pussy alright," offered another one of the men, extending the challenge and purposely giving Lenora a chance to excel, "Most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."

"That's because it's the ONLY pussy you've ever seen," retorted Lenora, giving them all a good laugh, as the two men on each side of him pushed his hat down over his eyes and made fun of him.

Carefully practicing her instructions regarding being nude, Lenora gradually found the wisdom of what The Lady Harrington had taught her and she slowly began to feel more and more comfortable even as she made the men feel comfortable, especially taking care not to catch them starring at her obvious points of interest and giving them a kind and knowing smile if she did before quickly looking away as if it were nothing at all.

Not even having to suggest they all take an extended lunch, Lenora gladly used the time to simply enjoy the good company, but she also knew that just as these men already knew all about her, they also undoubtedly knew much more about what went on in the royal community than anyone ever suspected or gave them credit for.

She knew it was a resource she couldn't afford to ignore and thus she subtly cultivated their friendship, not only for this reason, but also because she simply liked them. Waiting until the return to work could be delayed no longer, Lenora made her move with a natural, but also sincere overture.

"I want to thank you gentlemen for being so polite this morning," declared Lenora, "and for the most excellent lunch."

"You're welcome, Mam," quickly assured all of the men, and through their over-all demeanor, clearly revealed that they still considered her one of them and that she had indeed made some friends.

Not leaving it at that, however, Lenora sealed the deal in the way she knew best.

"Of course, I am very disappointed that no one complimented me on my tits," Lenora teased everyone into another laugh, but they also showed some wit of their own as the foreman pushed one of the men forward assigning him to work with her first.

"Take her to help you with the crepe myrtle," laughed the foreman, "and for God's sake say something nice about her tits, or you won't get any work out of her at all."

Spending the rest of the long summer day working with each man for a while in turn, Lenora actually enjoyed herself immensely. It wasn't exactly the way she would have chosen it to be, with her big breasts flopping about as she carried branches and fetched tools and raked up debris and so forth, but she enjoyed it anyway. 

Of course each of the gardeners enjoyed it a lot more, but Lenora also knew and was encouraged by the knowledge that after what she was going to do for them the following day, there wouldn't be anything they wouldn't do for her in the future.

Having worked until sundown on a long summer day, Lenora didn't finish her supper and bath till very late in the evening, but very soon after she had finally taken to her bed, she was presented with the somewhat tentative presence of the King as he lay down beside her. 

Turning her back to him and not speaking, Lenora lay quietly, but the King persisted by cuddling up to her and testing the waters.

"I understand you did very well today," offered the King.

"Fuck you," Lenora retorted, surprising herself by the emotional outburst, but also realizing it was the way she truly felt, decided not to retreat. If it was the end of their love affair she reasoned, then it would be just as well if it ended now and she would simply take her punishment and move on. 

"I know," responded the King, somehow sensing her resolve and backing down, but not giving up, "but I am very proud of you."

"Thanks," replied Lenora, giving him a little room, having already made her point.

"I do love you, Lennie," offered the King, as he pled his case, "I swear I do, I love you so much and I'm sorry things have to be this way, really I am.

"Fucker," retorted Lenora, still not mollified.

"I know," replied the King, again, "I am the worst human being who ever lived, but I will die if I loose your love, Lennie, I know I will, and I know you still love me too. I know you do so I'm begging you to stay with me. If you don't, I will understand, but more than anything I have ever wanted in my life, I want you to and I hope you will."

"Obviously love for you comes with conditions and is a secondary issue in your life," Lenora positioned.

"No, Lennie, my love," insisted the King, "My love for you is unconditional. I will always love you. Till the day I die I will love you, but since the day I was born I have been King. It's not who I am, it's what I am. I can't change it. I must do what I must do, but I can't change my love for you either.

Taking a time to think carefully, in what truly was the longest moment of the Kings life, Lenora finally turned to face him and delivered both of them to their fate.

"You will make it up to me in a thousand ways," replied Lenora, making her stand, "and I will also be who and what I am, and I too will do what I must do and you will damn fucking well not give me any grief over it."

"Alright, Lennie," agreed the King, "but I must know for sure. I'm asking you to tell me truly and from you heart if I am right and that you do love me."

"Yes," declared Lenora, "I do love you, Majesty, and I'm not even sorry that I do. I guess that too is a part of who and what I am."

Feeling better than he had ever felt in his life, the King offered Lenora his heartfelt response.

"You won't regret this Lennie," assured the King, "and I will make it up to you in more than a thousand ways. I am a better man because of you, Lennie, and I will be a better man because of you."

"Oh, don't worry," teased Lenora, finally letting him off the hook, "I intend to see to that."

"Well, since that's all settled, do you want to make love?" asked the King.

"I am now certain you have lost your mind," replied Lenora, knowing the King had full knowledge of how she had spent her day.

"It's just that... I have to leave tomorrow... on business. I won't be back for a few weeks."

"Good," responded Lenora, "Then you won't be underfoot. I have lots to do."

"Do you want me to go now so you can rest?" asked the King.

"No, you silly boy," replied Lenora, after she had given him a warm and loving kiss, greatly assuring and gladdening his heart, "I want you to hold me and let me wake up in your arms."

Turning her back to him once again and snuggling up to his warm chest, they both lay silent for a while until Lenora broke the silence.

"Majesty?"

"Ummm," answered the King, lovingly.

"Do I have a hairy ass?"

"Well, I don't know," hedged the King, "everyone has hair on their ass."

"Compared to other women," persisted Lenora.

"Lennie," declared the King, not sparing Lenora with a white lie, "I think that would amount to comparing a pea to a watermelon."

"I see," replied Lenora, spearing the King where it hurt most, "Well, no matter, I loved the jewelry. A girl can never get enough jewelry."



A Matter of Perspective Ch. 05



"Welcome back, Your Majesty," offered Bailey, as she approached and hugged him before they sat closely opposite each other in the King's most private room.

"Thank you, Bailey," replied the King, "It's good to be back."

"I found it, Your Majesty," declared Bailey, handing him a brown leather satchel from a larger one she had brought with her, "Or rather Johnny Pockets did."

"Johnny Pockets!" replied the King, "You let him out of jail?"

"No, you did," laughed Bailey, "I just signed the papers. He only had a couple of months to go anyway. I had been looking for three days and he found it in three minutes. It was under the fireplace mantle."

"Good work, Bailey," declared the King, as he opened it and began going through the papers inside.

"They're all there," assured Bailey, "All the permits and licenses."

"A man really should share his business details with his wife," observed the King.

"I think he must have kept her mostly in the kitchen... and the bedroom, of course," reasoned Bailey, "It was too bad, she was better at it than he was."

"Indeed," agreed the King, slowly rising and throwing the leather satchel in his own fireplace and standing silently for a while as he watched it burn.

"No one save we two and God will ever know she was innocent," observed Bailey.

"The perfect plan, perfectly executed," said the King, still staring into the fire.

"Except for one thing," observed Bailey.

"What's that?" asked the King.

"You fell in love with her," replied Bailey.

"Well, there is that," responded the King.

"Come, Charles," said Bailey, suddenly breaking protocol, "Come sit with me."

Doing as she asked, they sat in silence for a moment before Bailey spoke.

"You know, I love you like a son, don't you, Your Majesty, since the day you were born.

"I love you too, my loyal Bailey," replied the King, "I can't decide if I love you more as a mother or as a sister, both I guess."

"Your, Majesty," inquired Bailey, "I'm not sure I understand why you don't just set her free and take her to be your love. There are plenty of beautiful women in the kingdom who would jump at the chance to be a royal courtesan.

"If it were only that I would," replied the King, "but she loves me too, therefore I cannot."

"I am lost, Your Majesty," responded Bailey.

"Do you not see, my beloved Bailey?" explained the King, "She loves me. I can trust her. Think of the places she can go that I cannot, the people she can get next to in a way no other ever could, the things she could see if she knew what to look for, the things she could find out if she knew how to pick a lock."

"You are going to make her a SPY!!" exclaimed Bailey, but after a long moment of consideration, gave her verdict, "My God she would be good at it!"

"How is she, Bailey?" asked the King, with his heart.

"She is fine, Your Majesty, honestly she is," replied Bailey, reaching out and touching his hand with hers for a moment to reinforce her assurance.

"So give me the big picture," said the King.

"She is magnificent, Your Majesty, in every regard," replied Bailey, "She's quite more than a handful to say the least, but in a good way."

"Tell me about it," laughed the King, but then, after a second thought, broached the next difficult subject, "and tell me about her and Greystone."

"She goes to his bed," replied Bailey, not daring to shade the truth.

"Often?" asked the King.

"They are discreet about it, Your Majesty," replied Bailey, "and not gluttonous, but often enough."

"I see," responded the King.

"I didn't know what to do, Your Majesty," continued Bailey, "I judged that I should leave it to you."

"Your judgment was sound, as always," replied the King.

"You could easily put a stop to it, Your Majesty," offered Bailey.

"I could," replied the King, "but I can't."

"It's clear she has an affection for him, but I'm certain she's not in love with him. Do you think she is doing it just to piss you off?" asked Bailey, "or to punish you?"

"I don't know why she is doing it," laughed the King, "but if she's doing it to piss me off, it's a jolly rousing success."

"And if she's doing it to punish you?" asked Bailey.

"Well, I guess it's not like I don't deserve it," observed the King, "I guess you do what you do and you get what you get."

"Regretfully continuing along those lines," inquired Bailey, "About tomorrow, will you be able to stand seeing her beaten?"

"It would be worse not to be there," responded the King, "I'm assuming you have arranged a place for me to watch without being seen?"

"Of course, Your Majesty," assured Bailey.

"Maybe you better give me the detailed report," decided the King, after another moment of thought.

"Really? You mean everything, Your Majesty?" asked Bailey, "Do you really want to know?"

"Everything," assured the King.

"Of course, Your Majesty," replied Bailey, retrieving her notes, "Well, let me see... It's been fourty-five days since you left and we have kept her totally nude since the very first day so she's gotten used to it for the most part... She meets with the Fairfield's each morning promptly at six..."

"How about those two Bobby Brains," asked the King, "Are they behaving themselves?"

"Absolutely, to the letter, Your Majesty," replied Bailey, "and they are kind of invaluable in a way as they are the only ones around here that she really fears, but they don't abuse her, really they don't. She is what she is though, Your Majesty, and her status is not voluntary. She will always need discipline I'm afraid."

"I suppose so," replied the King, "Very well, go on."

"Well, as you know, she is going to be an artist's model as well as a courtesan, so that's mostly where the Fairfield's efforts lie at the moment, teaching her the various positions. She's pretty well mastered 22 of them so far and she's getting very limber so that should progress nicely...

Libby is her second appointment of the day and so far she has serviced 176 gentlemen a total of 234 times."

"Why the duplications?" asked the King.

"You know how it is, Your Majesty, with the weather and the various vagaries of life's circumstances and all. Sometimes people coming in from a distance get delayed so the palace staff gets a little extra lovin if you know what I mean, but at least it's good for their morale. 

She seems to favor the gardeners and the horsemen for whatever reason and we allow her a little flexibility in that regard. I'm afraid those boys are living high right now, if you know what I mean, but the other boys are getting their share too and I'm afraid she has the whole staff pretty much wrapped around her little finger."

"That's kind of scary," laughed the King.

"Abigail is next," continued Bailey, "and that area is going to take the most time, of course, because she is not a natural lesbian. She hates even the idea of it, but she's coming along. So far she just gets fucked once a day and twice on Saturdays, but only by the other working girls. 

She hasn't even begun to eat pussy yet. We all agree she needs to have her first discipline session before we get into that because she's going to need some convincing, but she's still got plenty to learn and do.

Three or four times a week, depending again on travel and so forth, I invite small parties of the right people to little socials where she gets introduced and spends a little time with them. It's always strictly a look but don't touch type of thing, but it's good for her and good for us. She is most adept socially and as soon as she learns some of the finer points, The Lady Harrington says she is going to far surpass any of her peers.

There is, however, one minor complication in that regard, I'm afraid."

"And what is that?" asked the King, his eyebrows now raised and his eyes fixated on Bailey.

"I'm afraid The Lady Harrington is in love with her, I mean really in love with her," replied Bailey.

"The wife of one of the most important Noblemen in the country is in love with her," reasoned the King, with a slight grin, "And just how is that is a problem?"

"Quite," grinned Bailey. 

There is also one special feature that we've added just because it was too good to pass up," continued Bailey, "and I'm afraid it's absolutely wretchedly wicked, but also wretchedly effective. 

Twice a week, we invite various small select groups of royal and other extremely well placed women and have her masturbate for them. Her natural style is to do it with two hands and it's absolutely the most amazing thing you ever saw. You wouldn't believe how many noblewomen have absolutely begged me to let them have a go at her after they see it, but I can't see giving away a valuable commodity. 

Trust me, Your Majesty, she is going to be wildly popular among both men and women and she is really learning how to handle herself."

"That's good and I know what you mean," responded the King, "My secretary told me this morning he already had a basket full of requests.

"Really, only one?" laughed Bailey, "I've got three."

"Well, quality is more important than quantity," declared the King, "The more valuable the asset, the more efficaciously we must utilize it."

"Of course, absolutely, Your Majesty," agreed Bailey.

"Well, how many demerits does she have?" asked the King.

"Eight, Your Majesty," replied Bailey.

"Really, that many?" inquired the King.

"I'm afraid it took her a while to learn the art of getting a man's dick all the way down her throat without gagging," explained Bailey, "but she can do it easily now."

"That's one-hundred strokes with the switch. Do you think she can stand that?" asked the King.

"There will be no lasting damage, Your Majesty," replied Bailey, "but I think the real question is whether or not you can stand it."

"Well, like I said before," replied the King, "You get what you get."

"She will beg, piteously, Your Majesty," warned Bailey, "She won't want to, but she will."

"You wouldn't care to wager on that?" challenged the King.

"And what would be the stakes?" asked Bailey.

"Double or nothing for a month with Mr. Osgood," offered the King.

"Very well, Your Majesty, a wager it is," agreed Bailey.

Taking some time for casual conversation after he had prepared some tea for them both and had laced it with some good whiskey, the King and Bailey spent some time relaxing and catching up on the various social and trivial aspects of their lives in general until the King suddenly intruded upon Bailey's most closely and dearly held lifelong secret.

"So tell me, my dear Bailey," the King inquired, "Just how is it that you happen to know all these women who like other women?

"I... well... It is my business to know... everything," stammered Bailey, fearfully.

"And why is it that you have never married?" pressed the King, "Never even been mentioned in reference to a man?"

"Well... I've dedicated my life to serving the crown," Bailey attempted to cover, "I've never had time for such things."

"Liar," declared the King, as he leaned close to Bailey and starred into her eyes.

"Please, Your Majesty," begged Bailey.

"I will hear the answer," demanded the King, still starring sternly into her eyes.

"Because I am one of them," Bailey confessed, having been presented with no other choice.

"Well, I judge you not, Bailey," responded the King, kindly, "and I love you no less for it."

"Truly?" asked the greatly relieved servant.

"Most truly," replied the King, "and I hereby give you my word I shall never speak to anyone else of this."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," responded Bailey, happy that the King seemed to drop the subject as they sipped their tea in silence for a while, but the respite was short lived as the King returned to the subject, albeit this time simply in a friendly and even jovial tone.

"I suppose each to his own, of course," replied the King, before a smile began on his face, "but really, Bailey, never a man, not even once?"

"Never," replied Bailey.

"And how old are you now, Bailey?" inquired the King.

"I'm sixty years old, Your Majesty," answered Bailey.

"And you've never wanted a man's dick inside you?" persisted the King, with a friendly grin, "Just to see what it was like, if for no other reason?"

"Never," replied Bailey, forced to her own grin and now relaxed enough to express herself somewhat more explicitly, "a woman's delicate finger is plenty enough for me."

"Well, it's not enough for me," declared the King, as he suddenly picked up his service bell and rang it loudly.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" asked Bailey, fearfully, but then found true panic as a huge man suddenly entered the room carrying a rolled up mattress. Holding it easily under his giant arm, he quickly threw it down on the floor and grinned as it unrolled on its own accord at Bailey's feet.

"I believe you know Mr. Eugene Osgood, His Majesty's Blacksmith," offered the King.

In fact, the King's blacksmith was known far and wide by everyone. Probably the largest man in the kingdom, he stood a half-foot beyond six feet tall and had a physique to match. It was neither his height nor his physique, however, for which he was famous. The royal blacksmith was known primarily for his amazingly thick dick.

As the word had gotten around over the years, it was many an adventurous maid who had been unable to resist trying out the huge member as well as even quite a few fine royal ladies and all agreed that "Big Gene" not only had it, he knew how to use it.

"You stay away from me Eugene!" warned Bailey, pointing her finger at him as he simply stood and grinned at her.  Proceeding to quickly remove his clothes, he then simply put his hands on his hips as Bailey was forced to take into account his massive member already massively erect. 

"I'll cut that hideous dick of yours clean off Eugene! I mean it!!" Threatened the panic striken Bailey, ineffictively.

"You might as well take your clothes off and get down there, Bailey," advised the King, with a big smile on his face, as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the small table between them.

"The hell I will!!" exclaimed Bailey.

"Very well, you may proceed, Mr. Osgood," declared the King.

As quick as he was strong, Osgood suddenly reached out, grabbed Bailey by the hair of her head and divested her of her dress in one quick downward swipe of his huge hand, leaving her with nothing to do but grab onto his big wrist with both hands and curse.

"Goddamn you Charles!!" screamed Bailey, once again calling the King by his first name and forgetting all about protocol, "You goddamn dirty-assed pig fucker!"

Not wasting any time, Osgood next ripped Bailey's breasts bindings away followed quickly by her underwear, leaving her with nothing left to do but struggle in vain underneath his big arm, her head aimed slightly toward the floor as she tried without any hope of success to kick him with her soft slippers.

Taking a moment to ogle his prize, both Osgood and King were quite surprised to see that the elderly servant actually presented a better than expected appearance. 

Having almost none of the usual diminishments of complexion usually associated with persons of her age, she also still had a pleasing enough figure, especially her buttocks which were nicely rounded and neither too full nor too lean. 

Her legs were still nicely firm as well and, as no one who knew her would have doubted, were nicely clean shaven, leaving her mostly white pubic hair as her own ancillary adornment below the neck.

Her smallish breasts, clearly having been rather non-distinguished in her youth, save for a fairly robust puffy little nipple, found themselves well served by those same features in her maturity as the loss of firmness brought upon by the effects of time hadn't cost her much in terms of their appearance.

Deciding it was time to get on with it, Osgood suddenly reached out as quickly with his free hand as he had done previously with the other and secured Bailey's left nipple between a big forefinger and thumb, transforming her loud cursing into an even louder howl. 

Twisting clockwise for almost a full half circle before lifting it up sharply, Bailey's breast was suddenly extended well away from her chest and her posture was transformed from that of bending over and kicking to one of standing well up on her tip-toes and hopping up and down. 

Her demeanor as well also quickly changed from that of cursing and swearing vengeance, to one of abject pleas for mercy.

"OWWW!! NO!! STOP IT! OWWW! Please!" cried Bailey, "Eugene! Please! NO!! Let me go!! Eugene!! Please!!"

"You will behave yourself then?" asked Osgood, calmly.

"YES! Please! Eugene! YES! YES! Owwww! Eugene!! Please!" assured Bailey, as she continued to hop around on her tiptoes, one hand on each of Osgood's wrists, but neither having any positive effect on her plight.

"And I will find you forthwith on your hands and knees?" demanded Osgood.

"YES! YES! Eugene! Please!! Owwww! Please! Owwww!!" assured Bailey.

"Very well," agreed Osgood, as he released her and watched with satisfaction as she reluctantly did as she had been told. Unable to refrain from doing so, she also supported her upper body on one arm, needing her other hand to rub and console her highly abused nipple, not forgetting, however to continue cursing the King and Osgood.

"Goddamn you dirty sons-of-bitches! You damned dirty fuckers!"

Revealing her pussy to be of the type that concealed all the inner parts, it still gave a nice appearance by being both little and fat and thus stuck out nicely from between her legs. With the crack down the middle being its only feature, it presented itself pleasingly as a smaller version of her buttocks. 

Neither was her ample compliment of pubic hair out of proportion, being neither too thick nor too thin and sporting just enough black within the white to also present a rather pleasing appearance.

What wasn't pleasing at all to Bailey, however, was Osgood's continued treatment of her. Placing his big left hand on her neck to keep her still as he went to his knees beside her, he took a moment to pleasure himself by squeezing and rubbing each of her buttocks until he had satisfied himself before proceeding to his next awful task.

"Just take it easy now, Bailey," advised Osgood as he began to push the big middle finder of his right hand into her pussy, ignoring her loud growl as he did so, "You don't want me to go in there dry."

Having nothing else to do but grunt and groan and growl, Bailey did plenty of both for the next three or four minutes as Osgood's finger did its work, slowly appearing and disappearing into and out of her pussy until nature did its work and finally furnished the natural lubrication needed for copulation.

Removing his finger from her pussy, Osgood promptly filled his palm with his own spittle and coated his big dick with it before casually placing it at Bailey's entrance, causing her to once again beg for mercy, but to no avail.  

Circling his dick slightly until it was positioned correctly, Osgood once again counseled Bailey to remain calm, but it was impossible for her to do so as he stretched her unfortunate little pussy to a diameter which would have easily accommodated a large cucumber.

Continuing until the whole of his massive shaft had disappeared into her pussy, Osgood then gave a long pause and held it there as Bailey lifted her head to the heavens and howled out her disgust and displeasure at the fact that her lifelong virginity now belonged to someone else, stolen away with one slow steady stroke.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhggggggggg! Ummmmm! Ohhhhhhhh! Noooooo!!" whailed Bailey, but she found no relief as Osgood simply waited with his big dick fully inside her until she dropped her head in resignation and he was able to go on with his business.




A Matter of Perspective Ch. 05



Proceeding at a slow and careful pace for a couple of minutes as Bailey grunted and moaned and groaned, there was, however, no respite as Osgood continued to dominate her with his big dick and her further pleas for mercy were denied.

"Please, Your Majesty," pleaded Bailey, "Make him stop, it's so awful. Please!!"

"Oh, stop complaining," scolded the King, "You're not going to die and you've only got another hour or so and it'll be over."

"No, Your Majesty, please," begged Bailey, but received only an admonishment.

"I'm going to make it two hours if you don't shut up," responded the King, adamantly, prompting Bailey to end her calls for mercy and resign herself to her ordeal.

Having to endure for another ten minutes, as her puffy little nipples bounced about below her chest, Bailey simply grunted and groaned in rhythm to Osgood's strokes as he relentlessly plunged in and out of her overmatched pussy, but ever so slowly, her sounds began to include a slight whimper and her moans and groans began to be unmistakably those of pleasure rather than displeasure.

With both men watching intently in fascination, Bailey's announcements of pleasure slowly became louder and louder and more and more intense until she arched her back and one long loud moan made it evident to all that, for the first time in her life, Bailey had been brought to orgasm by a man, and although it wasn't thunderous, it was as much as one could expect from a woman of her age under the circumstances.  

Exchanging a knowing and satisfied smile with Osgood, the King even offered her some consolation, but without much success.

"My hearty congratulations, Bailey," offered the King, "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"You fuckers," cursed Bailey, "You damned dirty fuckers." 

Finally feeling Osgood withdraw his oversized and overactive reproductive muscle, Bailey, lowered her head to the mattress for a moment of rest, but once again was given no quarter.

"On your back, Bailey," ordered Osgood, and watched with satisfaction as she complied without further protest.

Pinning her wrists alongside her head to hold her down, Osgood once again mounted the Kings most loyal servant and easily pushed himself fully into her as she once again issued a loud groan in response.

Ignoring the feckless efforts of his victim as she flailed her legs about, Osgood began his pleasure anew, this time treating Bailey to somewhat more variety in terms of speed and vigor. It was also with much more speed and vigor that Bailey's nipples bounced around on her chest, an ancillary benefit fully enjoyed by both men as they happily watched with both a mixture of curiosity and pleasure.

After spending some time experimenting with her leg positions, Bailey unhappily discovered that pulling her knees back toward her chest and spreading them wider in total submission afforded her the least amount of discomfort and so she thus spent another quarter hour until, as had happened before, her moans and groans signaled another transformation and within only a couple more minutes she once again gave a long groan, tightened her stomach muscles to lift her head from the mattress, and let nature give her at least some compensation for her ordeal in the form of another orgasm.

Now beyond feeling any pleasure resultant to Osgood's ministrations, Bailey was left with nothing to do but continue offering her pussy to Osgood's pleasure as he went about the business of giving her a through and robust fucking for almost another twenty minutes before it became clear that she wouldn't be able to take much more. 

Giving her a momentary respite as he withdrew and rose up on his knees, Osgood then bestowed the final indignity upon his exhausted victim as he released her wrists, took hold of her thighs just behind her knees and pushed forward and out, simultaneously lifting her pussy up to him and spreading her legs to the full extent of his long arm span.

Suddenly finding her pussy pointed high into the air and her knees forced down almost to the mattress, Bailey was then forced to endure the worst ten minutes of her life as Osgood proceeded to pummel her mercilessly, rapidly pumping his oversized organ deeply in and out of her overstretched pussy with long powerful strokes as she tossed her head back and forth and howled her displeasure. 

Continuing until he knew she absolutely couldn't take any more, Osgood finally relented and Bailey felt the gush of warmth as he deposited his copious reproductive fluids deep inside her, the grimace on her face as he did so signaling her final defeat. 

Propping herself up on her hip and one arm after Osgood had withdrawn his massive muscle, Bailey silently busied herself with running her fingers through her hair to restore it to at least some semblance of order and listened as the King issued yet another awful proclamation.

"Mr. Osgood, you may expect that henceforth from this date and into perpetuity, my loyal servant Bailey shall report to your quarters promptly at nine o'clock each and every Tuesday evening to offer you her services for one hour as your pleasure requires."

"I shall be looking forward to it," grinned Osgood.

Examining her clothes after Osgood's departure, Bailey quickly found them to be of no further use and thus simply took possession of the nearby flask of whiskey and sat in the chair next to the King and partook of it heartily before handing it off to the King.

"Fucker," declared Bailey.

"I know," replied the King, taking a big swig, "but that was too good to pass up."

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," declared Bailey.

"I did, indeed, immensely," replied the King, handing the flask back to her with a self satisfied smile, "That's the best time I've had in a long time, but that's not why I did it."

"I suppose it was state business," responded Bailey, sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact it was," declared the King.

"And just how, prey tell, did the state have an interest in my getting horse fucked?" asked Bailey, incredulously.

"Perhaps now you will have a broader perspective," replied the King, softly.

Knowing by the King's tone and her long knowledge of him that he was actually challenging her to find the profundity of his words, Bailey dove deeply into her thoughts to find the answer until it finally struck her that the whole episode was about Lenora and his love for her. 

In the best and only truly realistic way, he had made sure the person most responsible for her well being, besides himself, knew what it was like to walk in her shoes, but as suddenly as the answer had come to her, she was struck with another and even more profound realization that he was trusting her with this knowledge, trusting that she would use it only for the good, trusting her to forgive him and protect the love of his life. 

"Indeed I shall, Your Majesty," replied Bailey, "I swear on my love for you that I shall."

"I knew I could depend on you, my beloved Bailey," replied the King.

"You're still a fucker," added Bailey, with a grin, as she took another big drink of whiskey.

"I know," replied the King, "And you still have to report to Mr. Osgood every Tuesday night."

"You're a bad man, Charles," declared Bailey.

"I know that too," replied the King, "but I'm a good King."

"Perhaps," countered Bailey, "but your girlfriend is fucking another guy."

"It doesn't mean anything," responded the King, "She just likes jewelry."

"She sucks his dick too, lots," continued Bailey.

"Well, he's just a wee fellow, no doubt she has to, him not having enough and all," declared the King.

"Nay, and to the contrary," gloated Bailey, "He's got you beat."

"Greystone's dick is bigger than mine?" asked the King, incredulously.

"Quite," answered Bailey.

"No shit?" asked the King.

"No shit," replied Bailey.

"Damn, I hate that," responded the King, taking the whiskey from Bailey for another big swig.

"Funny thing about perspective," declared Bailey.

"You know," observed the King, "Maybe I'm going to actually enjoy tomorrow night after all."

:)



A Matter of Perspective Ch. 06



"First of all, Lenora, I must impress upon you the importance your performance tomorrow night to His Majesty," declared Bailey, after she had led her the center of the big blue room, "There will be over two hundred people in this room and they will all have come to see you, or more specifically, to see the King's first and only love. 

They all know about you and everything about you and the whole situation plays right into everyone's fairytale fantasies. You know, the peasant girl who stole the heart of a King and all that. The whole kingdom is excited and the impression you leave will reflect strongly upon the His Majesty.

On the one hand they could be given the impression that the King is a man of substance, or on the other they could be given the impression that he is more or less a dolt with bad taste in women. Either way, it will have an effect on the state. Do you understand?"

"Certainly," replied Lenora, having secretly been given permission by Bailey to speak freely when it was only the two of them, "They want to see the King's new girlfriend's pussy."

"Exactly," responded Bailey, "and you're going serve it up with a smile on your face, right?"

"I promise," assured Lenora. 

"A small padded platform will be here," continued Bailey, "All around the rest of the room will be various ensembles of furniture and small tables for people to gather in small groups to talk and partake of cheese and fruit and wine.

Promptly at eight O'clock, you will enter and begin posing on this platform while three artists make sketches of you as gifts to a few select individuals chosen by the King. None of your poses will be overtly sexual, but you can be certain they will all feature you pussy, so you might as well get used to the idea.

The guests will take turns gathering around in small mixed groups to watch as the artists make their sketches, but of course it's all just a pretense for indulging themselves in the naughtiness of the situation, but that is a truth that is left invisible in all regards and at all costs. 

Every half-hour you will be given a short break and it is then that they will engage you in small talk, or compliment you, or ask you questions or whatever. 

Don't worry too much about it, these people have taken polite conversation to the level of a fine art. If one of them does, however, say or ask something awkward, you must keep your wits about you and turn it about so they get off the hook and are not embarrassed in front of their friends. Do you understand?"

"I don't get to call them a stupid shithead?" asked Lenora.

"There is probably a better alternative," replied Bailey, with a grin, but then dutifully returned to the seriousness of the situation, "Make no mistake here, Lenora. These people know their horses."

"I understand," responded Lenora.

"Convince me," demanded Bailey.

"I believe charm and authenticity are the words you are looking for," replied Lenora.

"That's my girl," responded Bailey.

"I do have one question," queried Lenora.

"Yes, of course, dear," granted Bailey.

"Will I ever get to wear clothes again?" asked Lenora.

"No," answered Bailey, "Now, follow me."

Following Bailey to a small room adjacent to the Blue Room, Lenora's attention was immediately drawn to the familiar looking device in the center of the room.

"As you can see," explained Bailey, "This is just another, but more elaborate version of the chair, the main difference being that the spike has been replaced with this padded wooden framework in the shape of a capital I.

You will be positioned face down upon it with the center beam extending down the center of your body between your breasts from your shoulders to your hips. The front crosspiece will support your shoulders and the rear crosspiece will support your hips.

Your head, arms, breasts and legs will not be supported nor attached to anything and you will be elevated until you can't reach the platform even with your toes, but your torso will be firmly secured to the framework by soft leather straps. 

There is also a large spring between the lower stationary platform and the upper revolving platform. It has been wound already and when the time comes, the upper platform will slowly turn on its own at the rate of one revolution every two minutes so everyone will get an equal view."

"And just who is everyone?" asked Lenora.

"Only the eight most important and women in the realm," answered Bailey.

"Not that I really give a fuck," said Lenora, "but why only women?"

"His Majesty feels that the women of the realm are an underutilized recourse," replied Bailey, candidly, "There are a great many of them, especially in the merchant class, with whom he would like to establish meaningful relationships."

"Sort of like the wolf wooing the sheep you mean," commented Bailey.

"Be that as it may, I want you to listen very carefully to me now, Lenora," cautioned Bailey, using what was becoming one of her favorite phrases, "this is very critical."

"Alright, alright," assured Lenora, as Bailey led her to a nearby group of chairs and sat down with her to emphasize what she was about to say.

"This is the way the evening will go," continued Bailey, "At precisely midnight all the guests except for the eight women will be escorted out and thereafter you will meet and visit with them until the conversation comes to its natural end. 

Now, the thing is, they are going to be very predisposed to view you favorably. Like everyone else, they know your story and they admire you for it. They know you are a courtesan and they don't care, nor will they look down upon you for it. Truth be told, there isn't one of them who hasn't sucked a dick or two at some time or another to get something they want so they know the score and they admire strong smart women. Don't worry, they will be thrilled to meet you. Again, charm and authenticity, that's all you have to do. Thereafter, you will be escorted back here. 

The only other persons in attendance will be me and Mrs. Fairfield of course, but she will be wearing an actor's mask so no one will know who she is."

"Why would they want to watch me getting my ass beat?" asked Lenora, "Are they sick or something?"

"Well, yes and no I suppose," replied Bailey, "That's just human beings for you. It will be a dramatic thing to see, a spectacle if you will, and in their mind, an act of heroism on your part."

"I can't wait," responded Lenora.

"I know, my dear," consoled Bailey, "I'm sorry things have to be this way, but you will not only survive, you will prosper. I have faith in you.

"What about His Majesty?" asked Lenora, saving the big question for last, "Will he be here?"

"He won't be in the room, but he will be secretly watching," answered Bailey, "He would never let you go through anything like this without being there to assure your safety. You know he loves you, My Dear."

"Don't worry, Bailey, I love him too," assured Lenora, sensing by Bailey's tone there was a question inherent in her last statement. 

"Lenora, my dear," asked Bailey, after a suitable pause, "Will you ever confide in me regarding Mr. Greystone? I am supremely curious."

"No," replied Lenora.

"I didn't think so," laughed Bailey.

:) 

Having meticulously secured Lenora to the platform, Mrs. Fairfield went about the business of carefully lighting the whale oil lamps that had been placed in elevated clusters in each corner of the room, leaving Lenora to slowly revolve in a counterclockwise direction upon the device.

Finally finishing her task, she looked around with satisfaction to see that Lenora's body was well illuminated, especially her magnificent pussy as it proudly protruded from between her legs.

Taking her chair next to the far wall, she rang a small service bell and waited quietly as the eight women entered the room and took their seats in chairs which had been arranged in a circle around the platform with just enough distance to provide her with enough room to perform what she considered almost her sacred duty. 

With nothing to do but watch the floor as all her appendages and her breasts dangled below her, Lenora occasionally twisted her ankles and moved her feet and arms about a bit, but mostly just lay quietly waiting for her ordeal to begin, but as more and more time went by, the muscles in her neck began to tire and she was eventually forced to drop her head in submission to the forces of nature.

Realizing the purpose of the long wait was not only to force this final submission, but also to slowly build anticipation among the guests and emphasize the coming drama, the dread and fear in Lenora's heart also began to grow, finally reaching a crescendo after almost an hour had passed and the reverend's wife finally rose to her feet.

Looking fearfully back between her legs as she saw Mrs. Fairfield's lower legs take up her stance behind her, Lenora tried to remember her previous encounter with the horrid switch and prepare herself, but as the reverend's wife raised the instrument behind her back and brought it forward with all her strength across the backs of both her legs exactly half way between her buttocks and her knees her whole body exploded in agony.

Finding new strength in her neck, she gave a loud cry and desperately lifted her calves up to meet her thighs in an effort to fend off any more blows. Her eyes already moistening up, she was greatly surprised as no further punishment was forthcoming.

Seeming to grant her a reprieve, her tormentor simply waited, slowly taking each step necessary to maintain her position behind Lenora and allowing the big spring to slowly turn her around and around for the benefit of the observers.

Holding on for over ten minutes, Lenora finally lowered her legs again, but with frightening speed, the evil switch again flew through the air and she once again felt the streak of fire across the backs of her legs.

Crying out even louder this time and kicking her legs about randomly for a moment, Lenora once again returned to the refuge of her former position, now experimenting unsuccessfully with holding her feet in different positions to ease the pressure on her hamstring muscles.

Making three more revolutions before the strain began to really take its toll, Lenora accompanied the subsequent six revolutions with an ever louder and longer series of groans as her muscles began to tighten up and she finally took the risk of lowering her legs for a moment and swiftly paid the price.

Using the last of her strength to keep her lower legs elevated until they finally refused obey her, she suffered the fourth blow and her loudest cry yet was followed by another of only slightly less intensity and then a steady sobbing offered itself up for the contemplation of all.

Making no effort to fend off the fifth blow, its arrival prompted another desperate strategy as Lenora lifted her legs forward and held them there for several more rotations.

Watching with satisfaction as Lenora's new position stretched her buttocks away from her pussy and thus facilitated its display, her masked tormentor nevertheless maintained her focus and held her position perfectly as Lenora now began to grunt and groan once again with her efforts to spare her legs from the awful switch.

Managing to endure for three more revolutions, the muscles in Lenora's upper legs and stomach finally succumbed to the inevitable as well and the next blow swiftly followed as Lenora once again lifted her head and howled and sobbed unceasingly for another two revolutions, a long string of fluid hanging from the end of her nose.

With the sixth blow Lenora used the last of the strength in her legs to flail them about as best she could in a useless effort to escape further punishment, and within only two more revolutions they could only dangle helplessly below her and present themselves to the mercy of the woman in the smiling theatre mask who knew not the meaning of mercy.

With the next three blows coming in quick succession, Lenora was left with nothing to do but lift her head and howl continuously in agony as the backs of her legs throbbed and burned and it took the next two rotations before her head once again drooped toward the floor and the fluid once again began to run from the end of her nose and onto the platform as she sobbed and sobbed.

Her legs having now been rendered useless, Lenora was granted another two rotations before the awful stance was once again taken behind her, but this time her legs proved to be of no interest to her tormentor and suddenly the swish and crack of the awful switch could be heard repeatedly for what seemed like an eternity as ten continuous blows landed across Lenora's buttocks and her piteous cries filled the room.

Sobbing and wailing unceasingly, it was now that Lenora was subjected to an additional terror that could only have come from an obviously tormented mind. No longer making any pursuit of Lenora as she slowly made her rotation, the devious reverend's wife, simply stood her ground and waited for Lenora to come to her.

As each rotation put Lenora in the appropriate spot to receive a blow, the decision of when where and how many was exercised by her tormentor in a totally random manner. Sometimes receiving many, sometimes few or sometimes none at all, with each rotation Lenora was inescapably forced to guess, but of course, was never able to do so. 

On and on for the next hour and one half, the devilish reverend's wife doled out Lenora's punishment as she screamed and cried and blubbered and wailed, but not once did she ever beg for mercy from anyone.

Finally finishing her task and bowing to the guests, the satisfied Mrs. Fairfield promptly left the room as piously as she had entered and soon thereafter Bailey rang the bell as the signal for the guests to exit as well, but the eight attending ladies were having none of it.

Ordering Bailey aside with their eyes as the rose, they themselves carefully removed Lenora's restraints, and with the two largest one's supporting her on each side, they formed a procession of three in front and three in back as they slowly walked her down the various hallways to her bedroom.

Spending the next hour carefully sprinkling water on Lenora's backside and fanning her with a towel to bring some soothing comfort to the offended areas, they lovingly attended to her with their actions and their words until she was once again able to stand on her own.

Then they did the unimaginable. Removing her hat and placing it in Lenora's very surprised hands, one of the women slowly began to remove her jewelry and place it in the hat. Continuing until every piece had been rendered, she then stepped aside as each lady in turn did the same.

Finally leaving her with a kiss to the forehead and a few words of admiration and affection, each one also made her to promise to call on them if ever there was anything they could ever do for her.

"Well," said Bailey, after the women had left, "I think this time somebody thought to grease the pole."

"How much do you think?" asked the still stunned Lenora, looking into the hat in amazement.

"Twenty thousand marks and more," answered Bailey, "or my name isn't Eleanor."

"Humm," smiled Lenora, "So are you ever going to tell me how you came to be called Bailey?"

"What do you think?" smiled Bailey.

"I didn't think so," laughed Lenora, but was then was struck as she could tell Bailey had suddenly remembered something unpleasant enough to make her curse.

"Shit!" exclaimed Bailey, remembering her bet regarding the dreaded Blacksmith.

"I know, my dear," mocked Lenora, having full knowledge of Bailey's bet, as did everyone else in the palace, "I'm sorry things have to be this way, but you will not only survive, you will prosper. I have faith in you. Besides, I think Mr. Osgood is rather handsome."