3 comments/ 45097 views/ 2 favorites La vérité d'une femme By: mejau71 It was the spring of the year 1773, and the blossoms of the lilies had never looked so ravishing to the fresh and vigorous woman of 21 years, Miss Katherine Richardson. Having just established their new domicile in New England, life had begun to possess all the riches the New World promised. Katherine was the only child, with her being the only female of the Richardson's descendants. Her family had moved to the New World two years prior to the spring, and had purchased a vast amount of land thirty miles beyond the flourishing city of Boston. A secure English upbringing, Miss Katherine had all the comforts of a plush lifestyle. Their home was of elegant features as Katherine's father had it constructed while still residing in England. Their status within the social circles of England, and the New World was highly respected throughout the countryside. Sir George Richardson III was advised by the English parliament to reestablish his domestic arrangement in the New World to help garner patronage for England's dwindling shipping industry. England needed all the assistance She could garner since talk of revolution began taking root. Sir George III was the trusted Nobleman who would ensure that his Royal Highness would retain the most profitable ports within Boston harbor. Resembling her mother Victoria in several physical facets, Katherine inherited Victoria's well-proportioned outline, as well as a steady beige hue to her skin throughout the year. Her lengthy hair now hung passed the lower half of her back, and held a rich mahogany texture to each thick strand. Her lovely face still contained the fleshy plumpness of youth, filling out her jawbone and jowl quite respectfully. Yet her neckline matured increasingly well during the last year as her features were falling into form. Victoria often gazed at her daughter with esteemed pride, often recalling the days when youth coursed through her veins. Her luminescence sapphire eyes were obviously inherited from her father, along with teeming lips that trickled with an unspoken charm. These were the very features that enchanted Victoria during her fleeting courtship with George. Now it was as if those very eyes and delectable lips were once again beckoning Victoria... Only this time, those libidinous features belonged to the physique of a ripe and angelic female... Katherine. Victoria was of welsh decent, and quite modest in character. Being the ever so humble wife of a respected Nobleman such as Sir George III came at an expense. Her well-endowed womanly attributes were often concealed in large, insignificant dresses... constantly at the grating request of Sir George III, that is. Covetousness seemed to be a niche in his seemingly impregnable armor, never allowing his shameful flaw to be exposed at any time. Sir George III intermingled with (at times) a questionable crowd, and to display his exquisite spouse would present a potential risk to their fidelity as man and wife. His wife Victoria sincerely felt this as justifiable treatment since a woman's place in society (especially a wedded woman) was by her husband's side, no matter what the circumstances might entail. Her dreams, aspirations, and desires of the heart were sadly left to be swept away in the indifferent winds of the New World. At just 34 years of age, Victoria perceived the best years of her life well behind her. Katherine was encountering some rather tedious moments as she adjusted to her new life in the countryside of Massachusetts. Everything that she had come to treasure in her old life was slowly dissolved over the course of their three-month journey to the colonies. Every night, she faithfully transcribed her fragile emotions onto the leather bound journal her Mother had given her as a Christmas present. "Full moon, 18 of May. Four weeks into my new domicile, and my heart desperately yearns for the familiar, melodious ambience of Middlesex. The days are unbearably lengthy, with the nights even worse. The bureaucratic festivities Father devises are all I have to anticipate. The lavish gatherings are laced with mindless talk, and a most vulgar stench of tobacco. Only then, if fate is fortuitous, I might be presented with a fair daughter of one of the bureaucrats so that a conversation might ensue. That is my moment where the heart throbs with unquestionable delight. It is during these blissful moments that my thoughts travel outward, across the ghastly waters of the Atlantic, to Middlesex, curious as to how Lady Georgianne is faring. My heart bleeds with rapport at this very moment, and it is only in her divine presence that a cure can be identified for the mysterious ailment that seems to plague my indifferent heart. Are her thoughts basking in the tepid warmth of Miss Katherine Avonlea Richardson at this very moment? Lady Georgianne, a handsome, widowed Duchess was Miss Katherine's closest acquaintance in Middlesex. They held a deep association with one another since Katherine's seventh year. At times, Miss Katherine often felt resonant deference within her confidant, disclosing details of her everyday life, as well as the innermost behavior of the heart. This rapport left an unsettled sentiment deep within the core of Katherine's consciousness. Being torn from her life in Middlesex, as well as her delicate affiliation with Lady Georgianne scarred Katherine deeply. And it was during these trying moments that Katherine yearned for her warm shoulder to weep her worries upon. Her only means of escape from the preclusive home life was taking her leisurely afternoon strolls, which took Katherine through the rolling countryside of New England. These were the moments that she became aquatinted with a joy and delight never known before. The sunlight, much more resplendent than England's, captivated the lovely mistress's senses. The way the wind caressed the trees with it's slow, delicate wind... She had always admired the gentle delicacies of her surroundings, and this trait soon engrained itself into what she dreamt of to be the perfect lover. Every young mistress suffered from this stimulating anticipation, yet the customary methods of a courtship didn't appeal to Katherine's most sincere wishes. Her companions from childhood often spoke of the perfect man, fanciful visions of blossoming romance... yet Katherine's heart never would allow the opportunity to relish in these childhood fantasies. Her hopes were never to be addressed by any of her closest acquaintances, even Lady Georgianne... and there was a worthy rationalization as to why. Only when her healthy limbs took Katherine on her journeys (which soon evolved into faithful daily voyages) did she allow herself the luxury of indulgence. Transitory images of flowing hair... abundant, ivory skin... delicate whispers of undying devotion... and none of these daydreams possessed the mannerisms of masculinity in shape or form. As her path grew outside the realm of the community, Katherine soon discovered a few small residences outside town. One of which was a grand, sprawling mansion nestled between the scenic lowlands. Katherine had not cast her eyes upon such a lavish domicile since Middlesex. Ornamental flowers decorated the landscape, protected under the shade of towering trees. A rippling creek that forged itself through the property, providing refreshing crystal blue water for the blistering days ahead. The property held a certain imaginary quality to it, as if the lands held promise... a vow for vitality, fondness, and gracefulness. Her steps grew quick as her curiosity demanded more. As the venturous mistress's proximity grew closer, her eyes soon beheld a vision of grace and comeliness that caused her heart to billow with ardor. She had heard the unsubstantiated whispers before of how a spell casts itself on two people who are meant for another... Yet Katherine had never experienced this first hand. How the glowing allure burned brighter than any lamp or candle... The hearsay that Katherine never placed any faith in soon became a resounding voice of truth as she saw this heavenly Matron exit the doorway, taking the first steps out onto the feathery green lawn beneath her. The footsteps came to a halt... the surrounding ambience grew silent... The vital organs of both women hesitated as both sets of eyes assembled together in flawless rapport. The distance between both, perhaps a dozen feet or so, miraculously condensed itself to within inches as their mutual gaze enraptured both unguarded women. This healthy looking stranger, so ethereal in sight, violently arrested Katherine's breath... Her blanched hair, attenuated and graciously released, flowed about her shoulders as the fortunate afternoon winds cradled each vivid strand... Almond shaped eyes that paralleled the bluest of sapphires gleaming in an ivory moonlight. Her skin retained a faint hint of the summer's brilliance in its hue, possessing a gentle radiance under the bright sunlight. The facial features, defined, yet supple without a blemish. Her lengthy, moist neck cascading down into a ripe and abundant bust, yet constrained by the fabric of her casual, mid afternoon dress. The restful silence flourished as their eyes saturated themselves in each other's presence. Not one word could be uttered between the two women, yet, for some extraordinary reason, both could hear the silent voices of truth begin to vocalize their song of irrefutable allure. As quickly as the moment etched itself in the pages of eternity, it concluded as the mysterious matron hastily dropped her basket of flowers, running to the confines of her home. Katherine flinched, wishing to voice her yearning for her to stay... It was all too soon that the profound moment slipped between her fingers. Inside the plush dwelling of the matron, the beguiled female shut the door behind her, leaning her back against it in a futile attempt to halt the torrent of veracity. Catching her breath, her gaze traveled all about the room. Confusion, delight, and rhapsody arrested the mature woman's disposition. What her eyes beheld seconds ago was the image of flawlessness and ardor she had scrutinized over in occasional, yet commanding dreams since her childhood. These mental images faithfully emulated the very essence of her being, yet were tragically quelled as the confines of adulthood began to run its course. Society had dictated its heartless expectations upon her, yet it was within the furthermost places of her soul that truth would always maintain it's undeniable custody. As her breath smoothed to a comfortable pace, she glimpsed out a nearby window to find that the young woman had vanished. In sorrowful reflection, she lifted her delicate, sensuous fingers to the windowpane- a heartfelt effort to project her sentiment outward, hoping that it would find the young mistress that so captivated her soul. In her native tongue, the matron whispered; "Mai notre croix de voies d'accès une fois de plus, mon amour.". Which faithfully translated: "May our paths cross once more, my love.". Wednesday arrived, and much to her surprise, Sir George III summoned Katherine to join him on a journey to Boston. Business matters were of top concern that day, and taking notice of his daughter's melancholy temperament, he believed the two-day junket might be appropriate. With two of Sir George's servants in tow, the entourage was soon on its way. This being the first trip into Boston, Miss Katherine was astonished by the size of the new colonial city. She had read several stories about this town, but now it was for her own eyes to feast upon. The local hotel received the Richardson staff with warm salutations, offering them two of the most magnificent chambers they possessed. Luxury and grandeur poured from every portion of her room, and Miss Katherine had, for a fleeting moment, a content sentiment she had not felt since Middlesex. It was superb. Still the little girl who joyously relished such opulent flair, she had decided that she was going to enjoy the large bed, and all the amenities that the hotel graciously provided. Her initial gesture was to brush the lengthy tresses of her cinnamon hair. It had been a diversion she had not participated in since Middlesex, and now, the moment petitioned Katherine's senses to yield to its irresistible charm. Sitting in front of the mirror, Katherine watched as her hands cascaded down each bundle of hair her fingers clutched. Her mind recalled all the favorable comments about her locks, and, for the first time in her 21 years of life, she finally could agree. She was a beautiful young mistress. Perhaps it was the overabundance of humility that her Father coerced upon his wife that made Katherine believe she was no more than the average, unadorned female. This journey to Boston, simple in nature, would be one that retained numerous implications for the young Mistress. And as the transfixed maiden stood after brushing her hair, her fingers leisurely grasped the strands maintaining the hold of the nightgown upon her undefiled body. Recalling the afternoon's tryst a few days ago with the older matron, Katherine's face glowed with obvious comfort. Gazing into the mirror, she was soon enveloped in a cloud of curiosity with herself. Unfastening the knots, Katherine observed as her graceful figure was liberated from the limiting vestments. The casting of her clothing awoke a quiescent voice that Katherine had never before noticed. Not an arrogant, conceited voice of reason, but an assured resonance of an undeniable truth. "You are a beautiful woman, Katherine Avonlea Richardson." The voice, intensifying with each fleeting moment, caused the covers of her eyes to flutter without regard. Her arms involuntarily lifted themselves, placing her moist palms over her abundant, motherly breasts. Katherine cooed in delight, realizing that she had acquired her Mother's healthful, tantalizing features. The skin of her palms tingled with a charisma never felt before... Each palm quietly soothed her heaving chest. This was something that she, in all truth, had never experienced before this sacred night. Her breath of life momentarily departed the flesh, swirling around the center of this fertile, untouched being before her... A resplendent aura of euphoria swept through, providing the wind so essential for her to soar. Intangible moans uniting with breathes of unblemished rhapsody... The welcomed gusts of spring pouring into the dark, lifeless canyons, releasing her from the clutches of a prolonged winter. Life was all around, embracing this young woman with eagerness and immaculate love. She could see her hands whisk across her perspiring flesh, frantic for release... desperate for freedom. She wanted to permeate her fertile womb, and become reborn in the aftermath of total bliss. A woman... Yes, a woman. It was a hidden truth that now demanded her every waking moment of regard. At this moment, a fanciful semblance of the fair matron entered the view of her mind's eye. A kiss, a touch... a whisper of truth in her unsuspecting ear... Katherine wanted this body, this flawless symbol of divine commitment. It was then that another resplendent spectacle made its presence known to Katherine... There, standing before her was an unclothed, drenched female. The candlelight casting a soft glow upon the shapely, glossed figure... Katherine envisioned herself approaching this supple woman, falling into her loving embrace. With eyes closed, she felt the lips of this female brush against her own. Skin meshing in impeccable rapport as the kiss grew in urgency... Opening her eyes, the identity of her fair lover was revealed. There, savoring her dampened tongue with unbridled passion was her beautiful Mother, Victoria... Katherine caught her breath, appalled, yet enticed by her heartfelt vision. But the self-indulgence had carried her too far to turn back now. Just as this realization washed across her, her aura suddenly fell back into the flesh... Convulsions ripped apart her body as her eyes swelled with pleasure. Now on the floor, Katherine's entire frame buckled as she slammed her free hand upon the solid wood floor. Her neck jolting backwards as yet another merciless downpour of delight ravaged her flesh... Her dripping thighs clutched together to absorb the initial shock, but it was useless. All that mattered was savoring this kiss with the reflection of her faithful Mother. Her image wouldn't take leave... Her spine now completely bowed, two short gasps followed as a final and awe-consuming moan of exaltation fled from her raspy lungs... Astonishment, love, excitement, and the libidinous image of Victoria's unsheathed body were all she could possibly perceive. It was unquestionable. Katherine Avonlea Richardson had become reborn. The next morning, Katherine awoke to the bustle outside on the street. With gentle finesse, the vivacious Mistress stretched out her lovely arms, tightening every muscle she could in a all-consuming yawn. Even in this unadorned state, she emerged as beautiful as the night before... Her demeanor glowing with a truth always known, yet now fully adopted in her consciousness. She was in love, and the early morning sunlight that flooded the room only vindicated an incontestable reality. Completing her delightful yawn, Miss Katherine smiled, knowing that as soon as she returned home, a fruitful and affectionate pursuit of the clandestine Matron would ensue. Climbing out of her sumptuous bed, still disrobed from the previous evening's liaison, Katherine cloaked her bare, humid flesh with a thin sheet from the bed. With her well-developed arms and shoulders bare, Katherine made her way to the window, parting the curtains to see dozens of citizens gathering at the corner of the street. A large wooden platform had been hastily constructed since her arrival yesterday, and a crude sign declaring that a slave auction was to be held at twelve o'clock noon today. "How uncivil." thought Katherine as she contemplated registering her objections with the authority at the hotel. Somehow though, deep in her thoughts, this gathering entranced her. Her Father attended numerous auctions in the past to purchase their own slaves, yet something deeper attracted Katherine to this event. Her mind wondered how any human could be captured, and savagely sold as property. It was detestable in nature, yet an element within it's savage attributes appealed to Katherine. Swiftly preparing herself for the day's events, Miss Katherine shared a quiet breakfast with her Father. About the only topic that contained any type of discussion was when they planned to return to their home. It was a somber gesture of how their relationship was, distant and quiet. Sir George was taken by surprise when he heard his daughter speak... "There is an auction I would like to attend today, Father." She said in her secure voice, which baffled him. "I see... and what is the reason you wish to observe this untamed spectacle?" "Mother has been in need for a kitchen maid since our arrival. That as well as I am in need of a chambermaid." She said in a demanding, yet soothing voice. "Please see to it that our credit is valid after I make a purchase." Sir George cautiously set aside his crumpet in concern. "Katherine, these spectacles for not the eyes of such innocence. These people are cruel beasts on their best day." With her respectful ladylike manners, Miss Katherine wiped the corners of her mouth, and quickly sat up from the table. "My request is poised, Father, Sir. Please see to it that my purchase is acquired at the appropriate time." With a determination never before seen in his Daughter's eyes before, he watched as she quickly made her way out of the room. She was indeed changed. A deep sigh followed as Sir George realized his only child was, against his will, becoming a woman. If he only knew the extent of just how she was... La vérité d'une femme The auction began at exactly noon as a dozen men were led to the pulpit, shackled in thick heavy chains. The locals had made their appearance, some out of curiosity, others looking for a purchase. The bright sunshine of the day beat down on everyone's moist brow, and yet, Miss Katherine stood a safe distance away, safely beneath the shade of her umbrella. Outfitted in her most elegant spring dress, she stood like a silent bird of prey, waiting for her game to make its appearance. Whispers of awe and lust quickly passed through the hoards of men, mostly of earthly origins. Yet as she strove to maintain her remote demeanor, the sensuous woman deep inside began to swell. Something told her she had to be here today, as if her very existence stood in the balance. Hours passed by as Katherine witnessed families torn apart, men sold at undignified rates. It was unbearable to watch. Yet she remained steady, knowing that she must stay. And it was when the workers began lighting the torches surrounding the auction platform that Katherine's eyes beheld the sight that would forever change the course of her life. Carried in by a team of horses, Katherine glanced over to see a large, primitive cage that looked as if it held a atrocious beast. Chaos arose as a dozen workers tended to the cage, preparing to release this esoteric monster. As the steel enforced gate flung open, a ferocious scream erupted as the citizens gasped in fear. The loud clang of chains and shackles echoed throughout the street as the workers grappled with the beast, which now stood on the street. Katherine peered over to see the creature, which she could tell bore the resemblance of a woman after hearing the cry. Covered from head to toe in thick burlap, several leg irons and heavy weighted steel orbs dangled about the creature in an effort to keep the creature at bay. Katherine was revolted by the sight, yet watched in curiosity just as every other spectator did. The workers angrily wrestled the creature toward the main stage, stopping every few feet to thrash the beast into compliance. Katherine winced as she could tell the person struggled to move not only their own weight, but also the cumbersome anchors that lagged behind them. Just as the hooded captive reached the platform, the auctioneer began his heartless address. "Gentlemen of this fine city of Boston, I present to you the last offering of the evening. Captured from the horrible streets of Madrid, Spain, this vassal was of untamed and savage upbringing. Not even possessing the power of speech that we all enjoy, this specimen is guaranteed to be most effective in the scorching fields of your lands. Hard, wearisome work is what you will prosper from if you choose to purchase this savage, yet effective brute. With a sudden whisk, the auctioneer removed the heavy burlap from the slave's body. There, standing in shorn clothing that barely concealed the flesh, stood the mysterious creature that seemed so brutal as it made it's dramatic entrance. Still draped in thick chains, the slave filled Katherine's fascinated eyes. With deeply bronzed flesh, every muscle in the body seemed to boil with pure strength. Yes, it was a female just as Katherine suspected, yet her identity was still cloaked as her lengthy, saturated coal black strands of hair fell about her face. Katherine could tell that the slave must have been perspiring all day beneath the burlap because every inch of her body was glazed with moisture. Perhaps that was one of the most enticing attributes Katherine first came to appreciate. "Or, if you had other uses for this barbarian..." the auctioneer continued as he approached the slave, ripping off the clothing around her naval. There, freshly exposed was her tone abdomen, glistening in the brilliance of the flaming torches. "I'm sure her offspring would yield many generations of hard workers." With that, the slave reared back, and spat upon the auctioneer in defiance. Still constrained, the slave lunged toward the auctioneer in vain. With a haughty laugh, the auctioneer angrily grasped the drenched mane of hair, pulling it back so the audience could see her face. Katherine winced at the sight, yet was gladdened to see her face. Thick brows that accentuated her dark, ravenous eyes. Her sculpted jaw and statuesque face meshing with the abundance of youth seemed to make this untamed creature more like a prize than a purchase. There was beauty in this woman, a primitive attractiveness no one could see beyond the chains and perspiration. Katherine's eye fell beneath her face, down to her mid-section as she began measuring up her possible purchase. Healthy, nutritious breasts... an equally tone stomach... and extended powerful legs that any man or woman could devour with unconstrained lust... It was then the auctioneer turned the slave around so all could see even more of her admirable features. Katherine soon found herself enraptured with this woman, this nameless vassal. Her eyes could not take leave of each defined muscle in the slave's tawny backside. The remaining shreds of clothing were ripped off as the audience now could see the slave in its most natural form. Katherine's eyes soon fell upon the pair of moistened spheres that burst forth with round, salubrious contours. Tipping her head back slightly, Katherine held her anxious breath in discriminating wonderment. This was exactly why she was drawn to this auction tonight. Now she knew why she had to attend. This slave, this woman was to be hers. "Five hundred." Exclaimed Katherine as she unofficially began the auction. The Auctioneer, taken by her price, slowly found where the voice was coming from in the crowd. "Ma'am, opening bids have yet to commence." Said the amazed middle aged man. "If anyone objects or wishes to contest my price, please let them speak now." Said the glowing young woman. Surprised, the Auctioneer thought to himself how easy this was since he was going to begin bidding at a low twenty-figuring no one in their right frame of mind would purchase such a contemptuous beast. The slave slowly looked over her shoulder in the direction of Katherine, as if she understood what was about to transpire. She knew what was about to happen. And when her eyes descended upon Katherine's, their fate had sealed the unavoidable purchase. Katherine's brow wrinkled in anxiety as her breath increased... all the while gazing up at the slave in dire hope that no one would contest her needful bid. "Five hundred, gentlemen. Five hundred to the lovely lady in the ivory dress." Bellowed the Auctioneer as the gaze between the two women flourished. Katherine felt the powerful thumping of her heart against her bosom as she could barely manage a breath. The slave, still peering over her shoulder looked so magnificent. So pure... so raw in her most animalistic demeanor. Katherine's fondness to this woman was unlike that of the Matron... it was as if the hand of the slave reached out and thrust itself deep inside Katherine, gripping her heart in a most taboo and fantastic manner. Katherine's most primitive and earthly cravings were being brutally caressed by this Spaniard... like an animal wanting to mate with the other... breeding together in the most lustful and savage means of circumstances. "Going once..." Shouted the Auctioneer. A thin smile of hope graced Katherine's beautiful face as she held her breath. As if she were to say, "I need you." "Going twice..." The slave returned a quick expression of faith, reassuring Katherine of her hopes. "Sold to the woman in ivory!!" Katherine liberated her breath, as well as the overwhelming anxiety. She had done it. She now owned this prize, this creature of unquestionable beauty and desire. With the chains being reapplied to the slave, Katherine happily fulfilled her obligation with the Auctioneer. With the handing over of the sufficient funds, Katherine heard the choirs of truth once again chant their melody from within. The same that she heard just the night before as the waves of truth washed over her unmercifully. That evening, Katherine arranged to have her purchase placed in a nearby blacksmith shop for safekeeping. The merchant had adequate wall anchors to reinforce the slave's restraints, should she decide to attack, or flee. This was against Katherine's wishes since she wanted to regale her newly found vassal too much more benevolent and humane treatment. But the previous owner strongly suggested Katherine follow his advice, and allow her to be chained until their departure two days later. Being the strong willed young woman she was, Katherine would have nothing of it. Those chains had to be lifted from her as soon as possible... at all costs. Departing her Hostel long after bedtime, Katherine crept passed her Father's room, down to the now dimly lit foyer to the hotel. Seeing no one except the night registrar, who was now fast asleep, Katherine made her way out to the bright moonlit street, carrying a basket of fresh fruit for her slave. The crisp air of the New England night apprehended Katherine's shivering shoulders as she quickly tightened her shawl around her exposed neckline. Once again, the familiar disposition of optimism stirred in her soul... encouraging her every step as she neared the murky workshop. The streets were abandoned, all except for the lustrous young female that strode by the darkened buildings- illuminating the unlit area with her glowing anxiety. As she neared the rear entrance of the shop, Katherine found that the door was unlocked, just as the keeper had arranged for her. The massive wooden door creaked open as Katherine heard the rustling of someone nearby. The darkness overwhelming her as she reached for a nearby oil lamp. All that was heard was Katherine's nervous exhaling and the crackling of straw off in the distance. Fumbling as she tried to light the lamp, her frustrations grew louder as the efforts floundered each time. Finally, on the fifth attempt, a low flame sprouted from the wick as Katherine's eyes could finally see the disheartening surroundings. Her feet almost took over, carrying her in the direction of the berth of the captive. A fierce growl welcomed her as Katherine screamed in absolute fright. Stepping back, she could clearly see the snarling face that clearly warned her to stay away. The lamp nearly crashed to the ground, and would have ensured a devastating fire. Every link in each strand of the chains tightened as the slave lunged for Katherine. All Katherine could do was stay away as far as possible, watching the beastly female protect her domain. Noticing that the lanky clothing she wore earlier had been hastily refit on the slave's flesh, the shreds were still noticeable from the auction. It was unbearably sad to see such conditions. It was then that the sympathy for this young human being took control of Katherine's heart. Setting down the basket of fruit, Katherine extended her hand outward, like she would to any fierce animal she had back on the plantation. As she did, she knelt on the straw, assuming an agreeable position since the language of the body would probably be the only dialect the slave would perceive. Hushed whispers of tenderness exited from Katherine as the slave stooped to her knees, ready to strike at any moment. Katherine knew she was establishing their foundation of trust, and decided to speak in her most melodious and peaceful tone she knew. "I'm not going to hurt you." she said as her hands gradually fell upon her thighs. Her soft, comforting English accent echoing throughout the wooden walls. No response came from the barely clad Spaniard. Unprepared, Katherine seized a glimpse of an exposed, tone leg... bloodied and bruised at the ankle from the leg irons. A sorrowful sigh of pity came as Katherine glanced back at her newly found object of affection. "Do you speak English?" she asked. No answer came. "Do you speak French?, Latin, or perhaps Spanish?" She asked, all in native tongues. Still no answer came. Disappointment soon followed. "Do you understand anything I am saying?" she asked, again in the most loving tone she could muster. Still, no response. Unexpectedly, through the dampened strands of hair, the Spaniard's brooding, ravenous eyes lifted up to meet Katherine's. It was the identical expression she had seen earlier, just before the Auctioneer had pronounced the sale. A slight hint of a smile could be seen as the slave's demeanor gradually eased. Katherine relaxed, casting back a gentle smile as well... smitten by the moment, and by this voluptuous female. It was then that she gently rose to her feet, and began to approach the chained woman. Both hands extended outward in assured tranquility, Katherine knelt beside the woman as she crept backward. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not at all. Ssshh..." Katherine whispered as the tone of her voice calmed the slave's perceptions. Still somewhat frightened, the Spaniard curled up, bringing her knees up, and wrapping her arms around them in a protective arrangement. Katherine settled beside her, yielding her right hand outward as it rested upon the Spaniard's left knee. The delicate sensation gripped both women, yet only their expressions would declare such truth. Katherine gazed forward at the Spaniard, still not able to see her piercing eyes through the thicket of hair. Her hand eased back, drifting downward to the harsh leg irons. As she did, she noticed the ravaged apparel that barely clung to the skin. Helping her mother at times as a seamstress, Katherine could tell when she saw a cultivated piece of apparel. Stained and tattered, the dress exhibited meticulously precise seams. Pressing the material between her thumb and forefinger, she could also tell that the fabric was of opulent origins. No slave would be allowed this type of clothing in any circumstance. This aroused Katherine's suspicions as to where exactly this remarkable Spaniard came from. Another gaze ensued as the Spaniard recognized Katherine's dubious thoughts. Sets of keys were brought out from the fruit basket as Katherine released the cumbersome shackles from the Spaniard's ankles. She knew that either the slave would either attempt freedom, or stay in place. It was a questionable risk, but one she had to submit to. Gently opening the rusted fragments of the manacles, Katherine kept her eyes on both the ankles, and the Spaniard's puzzled gaze. No words came forth as the situation deemed such an expression inappropriate. Katherine was setting this tortured seraph free in more ways than one... Perhaps the Spaniard wasn't the only vassal being freed from these shackles... And as the oppressive constraints were set aside, the Spaniard could only stare at her gentle and appreciative liberator... both hands then began to free her wrists. The resonating sound of the chains crashing to the straw below filled their ears, as the Spaniard's flesh was totally free from all deterrents. Silence was taking its command... silence that spoke volumes of truth to both women. Despite the barriers of language, or lack thereof, the two basked in the presence of one another. No doubts, no fear... only truth. The choirs of virtue initiated their chants once more, except this time, there would be two females listening instead of one. Their realm was maturing... growing. The door to Katherine's room slowly unlocked as she sauntered in. Turning around, she gracefully guided the Spaniard inside her room as she discreetly sealed the door behind her. Katherine had placed a blanket around the Spaniard to safeguard her on the short, but chilly journey back. "Ssshh... All is well now." Katherine uttered softly as she noticed the Spaniard shivering from the crisp air. "I'm going to draw you a bath now. That will help with the chill." For the next hour, Katherine tirelessly labored bucket upon bucket of hot water up to the bath from the boiler room downstairs. All the Spaniard could do was watch as this woman continuously worked for the sake of her pleasure. Never before had anyone gone to such lengths for her, and Katherine's efforts were certainly not go unappreciated. As the last bucket of steaming water was poured into the massive porcelain tub, Katherine approached the Spaniard as she grasped each hand with hers. "It's okay. You're just going to be bathed." Katherine expressed with a gentle smile and a tug on each hand. As she guided the Spaniard inside the wash chamber, she gazed about at the lamps and candles that barely kept the room illuminated. The moisture from the bath enveloped her as she inhaled the delightful humid air with gratifying bliss. Katherine could see the tranquillity in her eyes as the afghan was carefully cast off. A breath of veritable regard exited Katherine as the candlelight grazed each supple curve and crevice the Spaniard retained. With her trembling fingers, Katherine clutched each strap of the bedraggled dress, bringing the material down passed her shoulders. Under it's own weight, the garment abruptly fell to the floor... Motionless, bare-breasted, and completely unclothed was this creature of undeniable splendor. Never before had Katherine been in such close proximity with another female... This woman, this shrine of bronzed and tone flesh was hers... "You're so... beautiful." Said Katherine under her fleeting breath. Her eyes filled themselves with the Spaniard's flesh... her wholesome, plentiful breasts... the rigid, yet motherly texture of her reddish-brown abdomen... thick, rounded thighs that gracefully descended to a pair of thick, luscious legs. And the Spaniard knew all too well that her proprietor was in complete admiration of her. Raising her arms, the Spaniard's fingers parted the long strands of her hair that up until now had concealed her face. Bringing the tresses behind her ears, the Spaniard bestowed Katherine with a pure, unfettered sight of her face. A fleeting gasp ensued as Katherine desired nothing more than to fall into the arms of the beige vixen. At this moment, Katherine's heart solidified the ripening validity that her body would never succumb to the relish of a man's touch... How could it? A woman exemplified pureness, beauty, love... How could any living, breathing woman allow this undeniable truth to pass them by? Lady Georgianne, the lovely Matron she saw, and yes, even Victoria, her Mother... all of these women forged a place deep in Katherine's heart. And now, before her was this subjugated woman who was burrowing herself deep into Katherine's existence, without even possibly knowing it... Yet the slave knew... No human could disguise such a look of devotion. Katherine's hands lifted themselves, placing them into the grasps on the slave. This simple touch thrilled both women, yet Katherine remained the ever-proper lady. Guiding her over to the basin's edge, Katherine motioned her slave to step into the steaming water. Their reciprocation now simmered with rich facial expressions all deeply compelled by their hold on each other's hands. Katherine gazed down to see both legs gently ease in to the water, eventually kneeling down as several varied moans of appreciation came from the vassal. The water's surface enveloped around her angelic form, and as she sat in the basin, the surface of the water sealed itself around the top of her chest, encompassing each p erfectly shaped orb of her healthy breasts. Katherine's knees fell weak as she saw the ripples of the bath water lapping across the top of her slave's tawny breasts-like waves would upon the sands of an awe inspiring beach. A modest gaze ensued between the two as Katherine reached for her sponge she herself used. Lowering it into the tepid pool, Katherine lifted the drenched sponge above her slave's head, squeezing the contents out soaking the tresses of her attenuated auburn hair. Several drops of the cleansing water fell into the still water, breaking the crushing silence in the room. Closing her eyes, the slave basked in the pristine sensation of the water... Her mouth opened, a further moan of lavish indulgence leaked out, reassuring Katherine of her unhurried, yet courteous actions. This rare moment would present Katherine with her first chance at exploring another woman's features and well proportioned contours... all the years of curiosity, all the lazy afternoons spent contemplating this infrequent chance... The opportunity enslaved Katherine, leaving her newly purchased vassal as her indebted captor. No words were uttered for the next hour... How could they be? The only sounds would be the water gently splashing into the basin, and light whimpers of fluttering expectations. Each glistening knoll of flesh was painstakingly washed, each crevice thoroughly cleansed, and every contour was washed away from the dirt that soiled her slave's past. Katherine laundered the grime, uncovering the glowing, beautiful angel beneath. And as Katherine was tidying up after the bath, she glanced up to the heavenly sight before her eyes. There, stretching her arms above her head, the slave untangled the drenched mane of hair with her fingers. Arms spread out, stomach tightened, and the spine completely curved, the early morning rays of sun crept in to the bath chamber, illuminating her body in a way Katherine never imagined. Love was conceiving its truth into the deepest regions of Katherine's essence. La vérité d'une femme Saturating the nameless servant in her own perfumed, valuable body oils, Katherine carefully massaged her sore muscles. The bruised flesh, where the iron shackles milled its brutal marks was lovingly covered in healing ointments. This faithful, silent conduct quelled the slave's doubts. This woman who had just exhausted the entire night, and early morning hours just for the sake of her slave's tranquillity... Why would any Master go to such painstaking lengths for her? This relationship, whatever it might evolve into, was unique unto itself. She knew there would be respect, dignity, and perhaps... yes, even love. And as Katherine yielded her very own bed to the slave, an indisputable calm not felt in years enveloped the speechless vassal. And the passed few hours of silence was finally, at long last broke... "You're going to sleep as any Princess or Queen should." Whispered Katherine. "From this moment forth, you will no longer live to serve others... you will instead live to be served." She said as she motioned her object of affection into the comfort of the plush, sheltered bed. Still clothed, Katherine clutched her lovely ally's hands, guiding her disrobed, well-oiled flesh into the temple. Katherine placed the pillows beneath her head, leaving the bed linen at her feet, should she wish to cover herself later in the day. As she became snug, Katherine respectfully stepped back, taking in one last view of the magnificently chestnut hued body before going to bed. "Sleep well, my heavenly Princess." Whispered Katherine as she took her leave. In the adjoining room, Katherine collapsed into the servant's bed. Smaller and certainly less comfortable than her own, Katherine stripped herself of her apparel, leaving on her corset. Easing onto the mattress, her mind still envisioned the majestic sight of that woman in the next room. Then the actuality of what she had just done caused her heart to race into a frenzy. It actually happened. She had caressed and admired another woman in the safe, seductive confines of an intimate immersion. Fatigue was beginning to command its hold upon Katherine, yet the thrill of the experience bravely battled for Katherine's attention. Images of her hands grazing across the backside of the slave... feeling the weighty mass of each shapely, dampened knoll in the palm of her hand. Admiring the marinated, smooth thighs she possessed, wondering how they became so tan. She was so muscular, unlike any other woman she had ever admired. Yet complimenting those well-toned muscles were the healthful, nourishing curves of her breasts, hindquarters, and abdomen. Katherine froze in thought... That abdomen. So even and tone... She recalled how her palms groped her sacred region... she remembered thinking what her slave would have looked like pregnant with a child... realizing how fertile her womb must truly be. It was Katherine's innermost longing to conceive a child, and perhaps this was why she envisioned such a thought. These thoughts continued to swirl about in her mind, causing a restless attempt at sleep. It was useless to resist. Tossing and turning about, the Spaniard could hear her Master's restlessness in the next room... and yes, even she too was unable to surrender to the safety of sleep. Both souls knew an endeavor must be made to squelch this urgency ... these sensations were simply too tenacious to disavow for one more moment. Still clothed in her corset, Katherine quickly sat up as she heard a thud from the next room. Although the closed door managed to separate both rooms, Katherine could tell someone was walking about nearby. The crisp air of the early morning brought a chill to her skin as she covered herself with her afghan... perhaps one last effort to withhold her demure nature. She stood at last, approaching the door with careful footsteps so that she wouldn't be heard. Yet the aged wood flooring wouldn't allow a silent passage as creaks gave her approach away... She came to a halt two feet from the door as she tried to reassure herself of this moment. Katherine knew full well that if she passed through that door, there would be no turning back. The door itself embodied a multitude of objectives. Women who desired others were simply outcasts. Some would go as far to say that they were witches, or demoralized beyond all reason. The risks weighed heavy upon Katherine's heart, yet as she closed her eyes, the reassuring voices of truth swept over her troubled soul... Let the axes fall where they may... Katherine was in love with another woman. The slight turn of the brass doorknob fortunately made no noise. A gentle nudge cracked open the door about an inch as Katherine curiously peeked through the opening. Grunts of exertion were heard coming from the Spaniard's room as the scene made it's way into Katherine's view. There, knelt out on the floor before the large window was the Spaniard, leaning backwards with her arms extended above her head. Her unshorn mane of hair lay spread out across the wooded floor as her arms twisted in an odd, obviously foreign technique of exercising. Her ankles and lower legs were tucked safely beneath her hips, yet there, Katherine could plainly see the Spaniard's flush, smoothed abdomen. Every muscle in the Spaniard's upper torso wielded itself into pulling herself up, hunching over as her body went in the opposite direction. Her back completely hunched, the Spaniard's hands lay flat upon the floor... her fingers fanned outward, as if they were reaching for an invisible handgrip to grasp. Katherine fell weak as the dark shrubbery of her hair fell over and atop her head, concealing her lovely face. All she could see was two drawn out arms, a bowed back, and thousands of dark hairs going in each different direction. All that added with the early morning glow of the sun upon her flesh crippled Katherine... It was then that the tasseled mane of hair threw itself back. Mouth agape and eyes closed, the Spaniard's look was of absolute ecstasy. Her eyelids suddenly opened, looking directly at Katherine across the room. Katherine flinched, yet remained in place. A foreboding smile came across the slave's face, just as it did the day before at the auction. Sitting up, the Spaniard remained knelt as her hands parted the tresses of dark hair from her face, so that Katherine and she could continue their gaze. The scrawny door crept open as Katherine stepped into the room filled with the aroma and scent of this rare woman. Still enshrouded with her blanket, Katherine sauntered closer to the mute female as her heart mercilessly pounded against her chest. All that could be heard were the gasps coming from Katherine's lungs, and her meticulous footsteps. The dark eyed seducer watched as the scrupulous English female now stood from her, inches away. Katherine didn't know what to look at, there was just simply too much beauty for one to consume. Defined, broad shoulders... full, healthy breasts... the neckline... Her focus shifted when she saw the Spaniard reach up to grasp each end of the blanket. There she stayed, knelt, gazing up with a wanton expression of seduction and incantation. This female would make the perfect mate for Katherine. Parting the heavy cloth with ease, the Spaniard brought down the constraining material to the floor. Katherine's eye crinkled in awe as her shoulders and arms stood bare... She felt a pair of hands grasp the sides of her legs, clutching the corset forcefully, as if it were going to be ripped off her frame. The Spaniard's hands migrated upward as Katherine's arms rested comfortably at her sides... Now the dark skinned seductress raised her body, yet still on her knees as Katherine became bold. Bringing her hands around, she placed them upon the Spaniard's head. Feeling the velvety mass of her locks, Katherine delicately caressed the chestnut colored locks as her mistress opened her mouth, elevating it upward as the strings of her corset fell into her awaiting mouth. Combining all the tempting elements of this action, Katherine's head swelled with a dire necessity to forever claim this vassal as her one and only mate. She longed to express this sentiment in her flowery language, yet that option didn't exist. How could Katherine avow this indisputable, fated affinity? Perhaps the language deficit gave both women more stamina to concentrate on their physical expressions of love? Whatever the scenario, Katherine and the Spaniard quickly vanquished whatever obstacles came across their path. Her ivory teeth clamping down on the strings, the Spaniard pulled back her head to loosen the corset's hold on Katherine's flesh. Still maintaining their gaze, Katherine watched as her plentiful breasts spilled outward. Then, the Spaniard's teeth once again locked themselves on the loose fabric of the corset, bringing down the confining garment with proficient ease. "Oh my love." Exhaled Katherine as her breasts heaved with anxiety. The corset now came down to her ankles as Katherine's eyes closed. Feeling the Spaniard motion her feet from the clump of fabric, Katherine stepped out. At long last, Katherine now stood before her object of affection completely bare. Not one stitch of clothing hung from her frame as the Spaniard knelt back to absorb the divine spectacle of this woman. Katherine felt somewhat timid, wondering if she was worthy enough for her. With a bashful look, Katherine politely covered her spherical breasts with her hands. Almost immediately the Spaniard responded by grasping Katherine's wrists, and pulling them away from her chest. Their silent language of affection was coming to fruition as the Spaniard assured Katherine she was indeed deserving of her love. She an assuring look, the Spaniard's face looked as if to say; "I want you." Still holding her wrists, the Spaniard gently eased Katherine's hands downward so that she could see her motherly bust. Releasing her grip, the Spaniard brought her hands upward and placed them upon Katherine's ripened abdomen. A gasp of realization ensued, causing Katherine to slightly buckle. Her very first touch from a woman... and it felt almost celestial. Katherine's head leaned back, clinching her eyes shut once more as she felt the feminine palms graze upon her broad, comfortable hips. The slave's movements were so slow, as if she were retaining as much knowledge of this body as possible. But she knew... all women know how to be touched, or to touch another. A female knows these secrets, tucked away safely in the core of their being. The Spaniard did indeed know. She marveled at Katherine's flesh, so enamoured with how beautiful her wide hips were... how her stomach retained a fullness all unto itself. Her glossy attenuated legs... traits that would cripple any common man with unbridled lust. Yet this temple of elegance would not be procurable for the male species. Perhaps she was molded from birth to behold and cherish the female essence? The Spaniard couldn't conclude, but did take notice of the golden hue of Katherine's skin. The contrast between their skin alone made the Spaniard whimper in awe. Katherine heard this, and looked downward... and what a sight it would turn out to be. There, between the valley of her abundant breasts was the face of the Spaniard-looking directly at her with the same lustful expression. It was a moment of awareness... so powerful and urgent. And this literally brought Katherine to her knees. Grasping each flank of the slave's face, Katherine adjusted herself on her knees as well so that she knelt across from her lover. Yet now their faces and anxious lips were barely an inch apart... their warm breath filled each other's nostrils as Katherine placed her impatient palms upon her lover's shoulders... Katherine's eye lids fluttered, capturing a glimpse of her slave's lips, gleaming with the early morning sun that fell upon those priceless morsels. A sigh of realization ensued, grasping Katherine's awareness that it was their destiny to become lovers. It was inevitable, unavoidable... it was their destiny. The Spaniard instinctually rested her hands on Katherine's wide, fleshy hips... they felt so welcome there for some reason. But the pressing issue was not where their hands were, yet it was the inescapable kiss that loomed over both women. This was the defining moment that would forever seal both women's fate. If their lips met, this would bind their lives together for all time. This just wasn't a fleeting opportunity for a taste of something rare... this would be eternal... and they both knew it. Their stare proved it... what brought Katherine to that auction yesterday, what made her purchase this vassal... that reason alone inspired her to lean in, and graze her lips across the Spaniard's. Eyes still open, yet both not completely fulfilled, Katherine did so again, yet this time brought her right hand upward, resting her forefinger beneath the Spaniard's chin. Elegance poured from her every move as Katherine closed her eyes, and shared her very first kiss with a woman. Each set of lips motioned together, depressing them carefully so that each woman could relish the significance of this invaluable moment. The gentle resonance of their resounding kiss echoed deep within their ears, and throughout the chilly room. Sounds of their saliva and breath blending together... sunlight basking both women... every sense Katherine employed was put to use by this dark skinned enchantress. With gentle finesse, Katherine eased both hands upward, using the backs of her fingers to caress each yielding cheek of the Spaniard. Her fingers widened, fanning out to clutch her lover's thick mane of hair. As her actions continued, Katherine felt her Spaniard's warm pressing tongue forge itself into her mouth, rippling between her lips as if it were thirst quenching water. Both women's simmering saliva ensured the safe arrival of her tongue, now being thoroughly savored by Katherine's eager mouth. Katherine buckled, apprehending this moment. She was inside her... so profound in truth. She wished that she could inhale her entire body in this one kiss... to forever hold this bronzed, voluptuous goddess inside her. How could any woman not be drawn in to this intoxicating custom of unbridled rhapsody? Katherine was lead to her feet as the two advanced toward their bed-hand in hand. It was at the foot of the bed where Katherine felt another woman's breasts graze her own for the first time... this day would etch itself into the memory of the young female's everlastingly. It would become a day of realization, reckoning, and acceptance of her veritable fate. She knew from her earliest memory that her life would be spent in the arms of a Frau... The circumstances embodied such flawlessness... so much tenderness... and magnificence. This hope crystallized itself when Katherine's mouth surrounded the moistened womb of her bronzed lover. Katherine suspected that her newly found mistress had drank from this sacred goblet before... her skillful movements, the method of her actions... eager, yet confident whereas Katherine's anxiety seemed to grapple with her every breath. But it was lovingly accepted. Katherine didn't concern herself with the slave's former life... In fact, the thought eventually aroused her musing-- imagining whom else this cherished vassal shared a bed with in previous months. Who else had tasted the fruits of this luscious belle? Did that female savor each drop of wholesome nectar as Katherine did? Did they scale each browned leg with their thoughtful tongue as Katherine was doing? Oh, the thoughts were indeed weaving themselves deeper in Katherine's core of existence. The early morning relinquished it's command to the afternoon... and the sunlight still bathed each ardent beau, still consummating a maturing love for one another. Except now the sun cast longer shadows in their bedroom, making way for more fulfilling, daring deeds of commitment. Katherine's tongue furrowed deeper, fingers that caressed before now were tools of indulgence... yet every daring movement Katherine could conjure, the dark-haired goddess seemed to outdistance at every opportunity. Motioned onto her stomach, Katherine felt her fleshy thighs being massaged with compelling seriousness. Bracing herself upon her elbows, Katherine felt the eager fingertips press into the plump, rounded knolls of her hind end. Resting her forehead into her palms, Katherine realized that the dark, alluring crevice of her derriere was gently being divided by a couplet of ever-loving hands. Katherine made a fist with her right hand, clenching it with her teeth as the powerful sensations began to douse her entire body. She couldn't believe how remarkable this felt. She had always seized glimpses of a female's wide, inviting backside, but never once considered it to be vulnerable to a lover's touch, much less a kiss. Tiny droplets of perspiration formed on Katherine's forehead as her breaths grew deeper, almost in unison with her slave's tongue, now delicately lathering the insides of her delicious fissure. Summoning her longing to see this sight for herself, Katherine flung her lengthy soaked mane of hair around her shoulder so she could see the spectacular sight... "Oh, my precious love... seize me... seize me for all eternity." Was all she could utter in quick gasps as she held witness to the glorious feast before her eyes. Katherine loved language, and speaking it whenever the need arose. This by no doubt was a most dire need. The barrier of language between the two didn't affect the outcome, yet Katherine wished she could listen to her lover's words of unconditional commitment. There, resting between the raised spheres of her saliva-coated backside sat her vassal's face, gently swaying as her tongue then swept across her tender cleft. A moan of complete surprise bellowed out from Katherine as muffled whimpers of desire came forth from the slave. Her eyes opened, seeing Katherine gazing directly at her... now quivering in ecstasy, Katherine managed to bring her hand around to grasp her lover's hand resting on her annular cheek... Katherine's clutch soon grasped as many dark strands of hair she could in order to pull that tongue deeper inside ... and soon enough, her wish was granted as that moistened tongue now wedged itself deep inside Katherine's hindquarters. Like their kiss, Katherine basked in the powerful sentiment that another woman was inside her. Yet this act of penetration held a deeper meaning for her. Closing her eyes once more, Katherine slowly brought her head back, descending onto the feather pillow below her. Mouth still agape, Katherine settled in for what would be a complete swabbing of her backside... Those muffled whimpers still echoing throughout the room, Katherine's delight soon manifested itself in tears of pure rhapsody, knowing she was at long last with a woman. More importantly, a woman she now deeply loved with every ounce of devotion she could muster. The last rays of the afternoon sun expired as the chilly winds of the evening soon took stage. The hurried bustle of life outside the lavish hotel diminished as Sir George arrived back from a bustling day of commerce with the local Boston merchants. Greeted by his faithful servants, Sir George was notified of his daughter's lack of emergence all day long. He knew his daughter had made the purchase of a slave since the invoice arrived for restitution, but why the daylong seclusion? "Tomorrow's journey back home must be weighing heavily on her mind. Think nothing of it, Tibbs." Said Sir George as he poured himself a brandy. "You may return to your quarters." He said, taking a long sip of the fine, cultured liquid. If he only knew the factual reason for his daughter's seclusion... if he only knew who she was sharing her bed with... what great lengths she had come to fulfill her destiny... now sleeping peacefully, nestled against another woman's full ripe breast. La vérité d'une femme Later that evening, the two lovers lay nestled in the proximity of their recent union. Katherine, comfortably resting on her side, lifted her heavy eyelids to see the Spaniard on her back, fast asleep. Katherine was positioned as if a child nestled next to their parent... clinging on to her body as if it meant everything so dear to her heart. Her right arm lay draped across the Spaniard's stomach, hand and fingertips lightly caressing her lover's arm with attentive finesse. Her other arm tucked beneath the Spaniard's head-- as if it were a soft pillow reserved exclusively for her, and her alone. Bringing her right thigh upward, Katherine eased her thick leg upward with a hushed sigh-rousing herself from her snug and secure state. These were the moments of affection Katherine dreamt of as a child... hoping she would find these very moments she was now partaking in. She had just experienced the most anticipated moment of her entire 21 years of life. Vivid flashbacks of the night before raced across her mind's eye, brining a genuine smile upon her face. The golden hued woman's skin felt wonderful against her own... So warm... so right. Just as it should be. And just as she exhaled another gracious sigh, she saw her lover's eyes stir... Catching her breath, Katherine's eyes quickly ensured that the very first sight her slave would behold would be that of her freshly unearthed paramour. Flickering her eyes to gain focus, the weary eyed slave soon recognized whose face was near at hand. A thin smile broke the sleeping vixen's stoic, restful face as Katherine accepted this as a sign of her approval of her. With a low moan of seductiveness beneath her breath, Katherine crept forward as her sweetened, unfettered hair fell about her enchanter's glowing face. Her delicate movements were that as to a blossoming flower of spring. Christening the new day (and new life) with a lengthy kiss, Katherine cupped her lover's chin with her fingertips. Eyes closed and mouth agape, Katherine quietly skimmed the lips she so longed for with her own. "My fond governess, how my soul longs to be entwined with yours... my utterances falls upon deaf ears, or perhaps you heed my words of undying devotion for you." A full kiss ensued as she once more leaned back to continue... Indeed this presented Katherine with a unique challenge. Considering this was the first person she was ever intimate with, how would she bestow this woman with her unconditional love without words? Katherine glowed with a smile as she accepted the challenge, no matter what the costs might have been. The two spent the evening preparing for their journey back to the residence on the morrow. It was a joyous evening spent with countless embraces, several moments where their lips bathed in each other's torrid saliva. Katherine took notice of how delighted the Spaniard was behaving. Even though the barriers of language stood between the two newly christened lovers, Katherine made every attempt to bequeath the Spaniard with her overflowing joy. As the laughs and frolics gradually faded into nightfall, the two fell back into one another's arms, and into the soothing confines of their warm bed. Arms and legs gradually spiraled together as the Spaniard rested her head between the dip of Katherine's neck and shoulder. Shuddering by this act of nurturing, Katherine sealed her arms around the woman, sighing in pure contentment. "I love you, dear one." Whispered Katherine as she felt the embrace being lovingly returned. That proved to her that even without the understanding of language, that her lover could interpret her tone and inflections. With that, the two slipped away into the warm slumber of each other's love. Katherine awoke the next day to see the carriage outside waiting for her. Gathering her belongings, she debated how she should present her newfound mistress. Would outfitting the Spaniard in one of her own garments reveal an intimate affinity, or should she be treated in the similar fashion when she was purchased? There was no time for self debate... Katherine's Father was now knocking at her door with requests for an immediate departure. Against her will, Katherine unwillingly placed the very threads she so gloriously shed the night before back upon the Spaniard. The casting off of the garments seemed so significant, so true in the Spaniard's quest for growth. She was simply no longer a slave to Katherine... she was her equal, and in some ways, her loving superior. The Spaniard noticed the hesitancy in Katherine's expression as she was dressed, yet understood her lover's dilemma. With a gentle caress upon Katherine's young supple face, the Spaniard eased Katherine's distress with a telling smile. The doubts vanished as their gaze anointed each other's full attention. Heavy shackles were latched to the Spaniard's wrists and ankles, just as they were two days prior. The same rags once again hung from her body as she was carelessly tossed upon the flat carriage behind the main procession. Stiff straw was the only barrier between her flesh and the inflexible coarse wood below. Kneeling up, the Spaniard attempted to settle herself in for what was to be a seven-hour journey back to the Richardson's homestead. It was an insufferable trek... Not only did the young female have to tolerate the unfriendly bumps and jostles, but also she warded off the unwelcome advances from Tibbs, the Richardson's main servant. A rugged, brawny man of African descent, she knew Tibbs could quickly overpower her in any attempt of self-gratification. And considering that the main stagecoach was a far enough distance away, any assaults would clearly go unnoticed. The Spaniard comforted herself with the thought of Katherine... wondering if she too suffered from this dreadful separation. Indeed she did... To be continued...