Chapter 18 The two submissive at the castle (continued)

I was there waiting for the sequel.

He looked at me like a patient wild animal that knows in advance that the prey is his. I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, like a tingling. Was it anxiety, excitement, I couldn't say, but it was there, lurking deep inside me.

 He couldn't make up his mind, as if there was something he didn't like, something that bothered him.

 He circled the cross, ran his hand over my breasts, lingering on each nipple, pinching them, twisting them, then caressing the back of my neck, then went back down to my chest. Gently running his whip over my navel, he stepped back, looked me over from head to toe, thought, and looked at Walter:

 - The cross won't fit, detach it and install it here, he told her, pointing to a pulley hanging from the ceiling.

 Located almost in the middle of the room, it was between the cage where Lalielou was and the lounge area.

 There were several chains hanging from it. Walter untied me, carried me, rather than me following him, under the pulley and, raising my arms, attached me to it.

 - take off her pumps, let her be barefoot, I don't want her to twist an ankle struggling, I want to give her back to Master Tarl as intact as possible.

 How these words frightened me: "by struggling..., to make it as intact as possible"...., what was he going to do with me to make him take so many precautions? He was so cold, so methodical, so self-possessed... It made me feel even more fragile, more open, more abandoned to his pleasure if that had been possible.

 The pulley was not fully raised and my feet were resting flat on the mat.

 My arms weren't straight either and my elbows were barely higher than my head.

 The Marquis came near me, pressed himself against my back, he lowered his free hand towards my pubis, caressed it, went back up to my stomach, circled again around each breast, pinched the nipples again lightly. Then gently, like a breath, he kissed me on the nape of the neck. Turning towards Walter he asked him:

 - Lift her higher! Make sure her arms are straight enough that she's just flat on her feet!

 Walter grabbed a chain and pulled on it as the Marquis had instructed him to, my arms rose and I quickly found myself tense. The position itself was not uncomfortable. With my arms high above me, I raised my head and tried to see what movements I could make. I could only turn towards the Marquis, and he stepped back again and looked at me like an artist stepping back to check his work.

 He had kept the whip and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. Then he raised his arm...

 - Turn around!

 What I did, not wanting to see, I closed my eyes. I heard a whistle... I gritted my teeth, expecting to receive the first blow... which didn't come!? ...Then a sharp snap followed... But still nothing, no pain.. I opened my eyes.

 - I have to awaken your libido, the Marquis told me with a perverse air, well, what if we made you pay the rest of your debt, little female dog?

 And without warning, he raised the arm that carried the whip and in a sweeping motion brought it down on me.

 I heard the song of the leather snake again. It came, wild, coiling itself around my waist, like an overly ardent lover, causing at once fear, burning, and a flash of pain.

 When the wick hit me, just under my breast, I screamed, bucking under the infernal pain!

 The whip uncoiled, slowly, loosening its fiery grip.

 I caught a glimpse of the Marquis raising his arm and, with a sharp movement, once again flinging his whip in a cruel circle that ended its course around me, an involuntary partner in this infernal dance. For, entwined by this leather whip, a pitiless extension of the Marquis's arm, he made me dance.

 Yes, I was dancing, twisting in my bonds, arching my back, spinning, clinging to the pulley that held me, exposed on all sides to the Marquis's play. Taut as a guitar string, I vibrated under his bite. I screamed with each blow, begging for mercy.

 My skin was striped in a strange pattern. I thought I wouldn't last long at this rate. That he would end up tearing me, hurting me, that I would end up in pitiful shreds.

 He paused for a moment, Walter came to look at the scarlet marks on my white skin, which my Master finds so soft! Ah my Master, if you were here, you could stop this torture, take me in your arms...

 He signaled to the Marquis who approached, brushed against each mark, Walter squatted in front of me and placed his mouth against my dripping sex:

 - She's soaked, Mr. Marquis, her sex is dripping, she likes it, this slut!

 "NO, I don't like it. It's the pain, it's the fear that causes it! Don't you see?" I shouted.

 Electric shock! I jumped. Walter had placed his tongue on my clitoris, swollen to the point of bursting. I had never felt such intensity in this oral caress. I instinctively thrust my pelvis against his mouth! I hoped he would continue, that it wouldn't stop! It was at that moment that I felt the orgasm rising, like a strange animal, curling up, hidden in the pit of my stomach, rolling into a ball, ready to burst! But what was that? I was chained, whipped, but soaked and licked wonderfully by the butler.

 The Marquis then took my breasts in his hand, I moaned under their joint caresses, I undulated, I spread my legs as far as the position allowed me.

 The "animal" was preparing itself, I could feel it growing, curled up deep inside my body. I threw my head back and in an incredible spasm, the orgasm leaped out of me mixed with a stream of urine and the whole thing crashed to the floor in a powerful and abundant jet, flooding the carpet and Walter's hands. My body swayed under the spasms which slowly diminished in intensity, the "animal" ebbed and disappeared.

 I was equally shocked and confused by what I had just done. I glanced anxiously at Walter, who straightened up and looked at me with a perverse smile. I didn't know what to think anymore. After looking at each other, they both burst out laughing!

 - Mr. Marquis! What a stroke of luck!

 - Yes, Walter, here we are with a "fountain woman"! And what a fountain! I'm going to have to change the carpet! he laughed!

 Seeing my startled expression, they started laughing heartily again. A fountain woman? What's that? I had just ruined his carpet, and Monsieur le Marquis seemed happy!

 - Don't worry, little submissive female, few women have this possibility, this power, and that you reveal it to us tonight fills me with pleasure! I wanted to bring you to orgasm for fun, I didn't think it would go as far as the fountain woman! I'm delighted, little slut!

 - ...I didn't understand any of this. So I had something I didn't know to have? The respite didn't last!

 - Walter, I think this little female dog could enjoy another time or two, my friend the whip knew how to wake up the female that I felt in her, let's take advantage of it!

 Walter settled comfortably into an armchair and waited impatiently for what would follow.

 The Marquis picked up his whip and stood behind me. No, he wasn't going to do that again! Before he even raised his whip, I shook my head, silently begging for his compassion.

 - Don't worry, little dog, everything will be fine, you'll see!

 And before I could say anything, the whip resumed its mad dance, coiled, turned, whistled, cracked, streaked my body with flashes of pain, kissed me with a thousand kisses of fire.

 Little by little I lost my footing.

 I was entering another world where I was alone with the whip. It had, wielded with the dexterity of the Marquis, come to life, and we danced in a voluptuous and sensual hand-to-hand combat, made of searing pain, of cries rising high and freeing me, gradually bringing back to life the captive animal. I felt it, as the blows continued, growing, invading me, taking possession of my stomach, and waiting for the moment. I cried out less and less, felt less and less pain, doped as I was by the hormones that my body was pouring into my veins. I had only one desire, for it to continue, for it to never stop.

 I lost track of time, I heard, as if in a fog, someone speaking to me in the distance, but I didn't understand what was being said. I felt that despite the pain, my broken body no longer rebelled, it offered itself entirely to the pain, making it its own. I lived only for the whip, this snake, which made love to me as no one had ever made love to me, searching in my last refuges for the female I did not know. It made her appear, in a brilliant sun. "The animal," once again, came out of me in a thousand stars.

 My body tensed like a bow and my cry burst forth, powerful, bestial. I had become a vestal virgin enjoying myself for an ancient god, in a rite long forgotten by men. My pleasure carried me far away and a black veil slipped between the Marquis and me. I collapsed in his arms. He held me while Walter untied me.

 - I've rarely seen anything like that, Mr. Marquis! She was magnificent!

 - Yes, indeed, magnificent! Now take care of Lalielou, leave her in the cage, take off her raincoat, give her a blanket and close the door. It's getting late, eat and get some rest. We'll see each other tomorrow. Good night, Walter!

 - Good night, Mr. Marquis, see you tomorrow.

 I slowly came to, the Marquis put his lips to my forehead and said, you were superb, little female dog. I love it when women become female dogs and tonight you gave me a magnificent show, now you're going to rest.

 Like a great lord, He carried me, with his powerful arms, through several rooms to a bedroom. I fell asleep, slowly rocked by his majestic, slow gait. He carried me, without difficulty. I heard his heartbeat against my ear, my body no longer reacted. He placed me on the floor, stretched me out, and tied my hands to the foot of the bed. I didn't understand what he was doing, but overcome by fatigue, I fell asleep on the thick carpet...

 I felt someone pass a hand over my back, my legs... Then nothing. I slept soundly, interrupted by jolts.

 In the early morning, I woke up there, still tied to the foot of the bed. I had trouble remembering what had happened and how I had gotten there and why my Master had tied me to the foot of his bed.

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 But I quickly realized that it wasn't his bed, and it wasn't his room either. But where? Then, everything came back to me at once. No, it wasn't my Master who had tied me there! Torrent of fear! Torrent of pain, unbearable... the whip woke me up!

 No, just the memory of him! I screamed, I shook the bonds that held me prisoner to this bed like a slave to a post.

 I heard, coming from the bed, a growl ordering me to be silent. The Marquis? Was I chained to the foot of the Marquis's bed? But why? I didn't grasp the situation, I didn't understand it. Reality was slipping away from me.

 The Marquis sat up slightly and pulled a cord at the head of his bed. Immediately the door opened and Marie, the cook, appeared. Was she standing behind the door waiting to arrive immediately?

 She entered the room, approached the bed, bringing with her a wonderful smell of coffee and warm croissants. A smell that reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything for... too long. My stomach cried out in hunger before I did. The Marquis sat back against his pillows and asked me:

 - So, female, did you sleep well? I didn't answer. In fact, I was like a female slave, naked, tied to the foot of her bed, Marie looked at me ironically:

 - Well, the little one was in trouble, Monsieur le Marquis was very good at it!

 - What are you saying! She was asking for more, the little whore!

 - but not at all ... I dared to say in a hoarse voice, I hadn't noticed that my throat hurt

 - and what's more, she's talking without permission, I think you still have some work to do with her, our good Marquis!

 - Indeed, Marie, indeed! I'm not finished with her, give her my leftovers. Then take her to the "bathroom," but the one intended for females of her kind, if you know what I mean...

 He stood up, loosened my ties, ran a hand through my hair, and walked toward a door hidden by a screen. I ate the Marquis's leftovers with gusto. The almost full bowl of hot coffee was nectar for my irritated throat. I thought about what he had said. From the way he had said it, I could tell that there was something, not very pleasant for me, attached to those words. The cook's laughter had hardly reassured me either.

 Restored, I felt a little better, however. Marie had left with the tray, asking me to wait for her, as if I could have gone far tied up as I was.

 While the Marquis performed his morning ablutions in the adjacent bathroom, I was able to take the time to look around. The carpet on which I had fallen asleep had soft, warm colors. The floral pattern was pleasant. It was thick and soft, which allowed me a restful sleep, softening the hardness of the floor. The four-poster bed was immense, enormous quilts were thrown over it, and I, who had slept on the floor! I found the room large for a bedroom. A wardrobe leaned against one of the walls, along its entire length. Opposite, a secretary served as a small desk, finely crafted, I found it very elegant. The only two windows were on perpendicular walls. I therefore assumed that the bedroom occupied a corner of the castle.

 Old paintings adorned a few empty spaces, figures from ancient times, ancestors of the Marquis? I couldn't guess.

 One of them, however, made me wince. Wasn't that the Marquis Donatien de Sade?

 The Marquis was leaving at the very moment when my gaze fell on the painting and seeing my astonished expression said to me:

 - and yes, it's him! Donatien de Sade, or the Divine Marquis, it was he himself who gave it to one of my ancestors as a thank you for inviting him into his home when he was released from prison in 1784.

 Mary arrived at this point and exclaimed:

 - You're all handsome, Mr. Marquis. Are you going out? Should I ask for the Rolls-Royce?

 - No Marie, I have business at the castle, I'm receiving, have you forgotten?

 - No, of course not! But it's only tonight!

 - do what I asked you...

 And untying myself and holding out to him the rope of my bonds:

 -...take this female to the cleaning!

 - right away, Mr. Marquis, right away!

 I moaned as she tugged on my arms, simultaneously awakening the pain in my shoulders.

 I looked at myself. Not an inch of skin had been spared. I had bruises appearing here and there, streaks running across my body. To my great surprise, I smiled, deep down proud of these marks. Knowing myself, I knew they would still be there when my Master came for me.

 Marie unceremoniously led me down to the ground floor and into a room at the back of the castle. In fact, it was more of a bathroom than anything else. A simple concrete slab covered the cold floor. Lalielou was already there, waiting. She smiled at me as I entered the room.

 - How are you? she asked me.

 - Silence, both of you! the cook yelled before I could reply. The Marquis wants me to wash you, not for you to hold court!

 - Let her wash us! Here! I wondered? But where was the shower, the sink? There was only a stone sink and a Turkish toilet.

 - First you go do your business there. She told us, pointing at him.

 No, it wasn't possible, not here, not like this, not without a door, not in front of my friend!

 - So you're going to get dressed, she ordered us from under , taking out a small leather whip her apron.

 Lalelou, who remembered the sadistic cruelty of this woman and what she was capable of, went first to the toilet, squatted down and, after a moment, managed to urinate. I blushed just as much as she did when I heard the urine hitting the tiles. She turned around, looking for something to wipe herself with!

 - Don't look, there aren't any, Marie told him, it's your turn now. I offered her my hands so she would release me so I could relieve my bladder.

 - No, the Marquis told me not to untie you.

 - ???? but how am I going to do it?

 - Just pee right out, my little slut! she sneered.

 What a humiliation, I spread my legs over the filthy hole and... nothing, I could do nothing. No matter how hard I tried, how hard I forced myself, the nauseating miasmas rising from the hole, the uncomfortable position, the presence of the cook and Lalielou, prevented me from relieving myself.

 placed on the sink come here, come closer, she grabbed a brush that was in a - it doesn't matter, bucket countertop and began, without consideration, to brush Lalielou who screamed under the combined assault of the rough brush and the cold water. She scrubbed her all over, so hard that Lalielou's skin quickly turned red.

 She did the same with me. The marks left by the whip made me scream and gesticulate in all directions when she passed the brush over it:

 - Oh, what a wimp, that one, there's nothing better to get the blood circulating! Hold still or you'll feel my riding crop, she said with dominatrix eyes.

 I took it as a warning and restrained my reflexive recoil.

 She turned us over, turned us over, lifted our arms, brushed our breasts, our legs, our sex, which one she lingered perversely to rub her lips. Everything was there, I had the impression that the sadistic cook found pleasure in it.

 She looked everywhere, and where the skin was not the shade she wanted, she endeavored, with a good stroke of the brush, to make it take on the one she wanted.

 When she thought her work was done, she left, leaving us there without a word. Neither of us dared to move. Time passed. We didn't know how many hours we stayed there, an eternity. I wondered if we had been forgotten. No one came looking for us.

 After a long moment, we moved closer, at first step by step, then, unable to bear it any longer, we threw ourselves into each other's arms. Kissing, embracing. Crying bitterly, comforting each other as best we could. Calm finally returned to us. Lalielou stepped back a little to look at the marks of the whip. She followed them with a light finger, making me shiver.

 - Am I hurting you? she asked me.

 - No, it's okay now, it's less difficult.

 - You know, you were beautiful last night, while you were screaming under the whip, I would have liked to be in Walter's place, I wanted you, she said to me, sticking to me, her hands cupping my buttocks, her breasts pressing against mine, her mouth seeking mine.

 I stepped back.

 - Lali I can't do that! Not with a woman, I'm not... I've never... I mean you understand... I... I...

 - Lali, I can't do that! Not with a woman, I'm not... I've never... I mean, you understand! And then someone

 might surprise us!

 - Shh, Marie, shh! She said, looking at me. They've all forgotten us.

 Lalielou's fingers slid furtively over my skin. There was still engraved the mark of the whippings of the day before. She went through each drawing:

 - You look like a work of modern art, she smiled. She approached me and repeated softly, tenderly:

 - I wanted you, Marie. When Walter caressed you, when you writhed under the pain of the whip, I would have liked to be in his place, to take care of you, to comfort you with my mouth, to soften your pain with my lips, to reassure you with my hands. Because I find you beautiful and I desire you.

 I shuddered to hear these words from the mouth of a woman for another woman. Lalielou looked at me, her magnificent eyes fixed on mine. She seemed sincere. I saw it, I felt it, yet I was a little lost, invaded by contradictory feelings.

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 Her fingers then resumed their sensual course on me. She continued to look into my eyes and she caressed me.

 Her hands moved up gently, slowly. She cupped my face in their hollow and approached me. I wanted to pull away but she maintained her hold.

 He continued his approach and his lips soon rested on the soft skin of my face.

 Her face against mine, she felt it, even sniffed it, running her nose along my neck, going up towards my ear as if she were delighting in my scent, a scent that seemed to revive memories and intoxicate her little by little. When she was right against my ear, she murmured:

 - I miss the softness of a woman's skin, Marie. You know, it's been a long time since I've been able to touch one, and yet my desire is still there, great, present, lurking, unfulfilled: a burning memory of an intense happiness shared by two and forever lost.

 I looked at her, discovered her fragile, I was astonished. She who seemed so strong, hid a sad treasure in her heart.

 I was moved by her confidence. Despite this or thanks to this, she said she wanted me, wanted to make me discover this love, pure and true, between two women.

 I stiffened despite the gentleness of her caresses and her tender words. I dreaded what was going to follow and yet

 I was curious to know, to discover a world of sensuality that until then had never attracted me. Lalielou raised my face so that I could look at her and said to me:

 - Your reluctance to my caresses is understandable, because this is new to you and you think you do not desire the caresses of a woman.

 She had kept my face in her hands, she slid her lips slowly towards mine while one of her hands surrounded my waist. She pulled me towards her. I let myself go. Gently, with great tenderness, she kissed me while smiling at me at the same time:

 - Relax Marie, you'll see, it will be a magical moment, she kissed me again.

 Her hands moved up my back. With her fingertips, she ran down my sides, up towards the nape of my neck, then slowly down my spine. Barely touching my skin, they ended up getting lost on my buttocks. Lalielou moved away from me a little and with a light step passed behind me.

 In her movement, I smelled the scent of her perfume that the cook's brushing hadn't erased. She whispered tender words in my ear. Her calm breath, light as a butterfly's flight, passed over the back of my neck and made me shiver.

 Her hands didn't stay inactive. They wandered along my arms to reach my breasts that, modestly, I tried to hide from her caresses, but which she ended up going around and going back down to lose herself on my stomach.

 Her lips placed tender kisses on the nape of my neck, her hands slid over my stomach, up towards my breasts which I gave her access to this time. With one finger, she traced their moving curve. Then, closing her eyes, she matched her breathing to the rhythm of mine. She understood at once that I felt a certain unease at her caresses, that my body was beginning to respond, to awaken to the love of Lesbos,

 I felt her smile. Her hands, this time, gently cupped my breasts from below, as if to appreciate their firmness. She caressed them, running over the entire surface of the skin.

 Tasting again the softness and suppleness of a woman's breast, his fingers lingered, reacquainted themselves with this sweet sensation. His heart shuddered at this sweet memory. His thumbs caressed me just above the areolas before coming, slowly, closing on them, to tickle and pinch my nipples,

 I let my head fall on her shoulder. One of her hands came towards my face, took it, turned it towards her, she kissed me. I then turned to face her, and looking at her timidly, I began to reproduce her caresses. My hands were hesitant, clumsy.

 She kissed me again and moved her lips down my neck, continuing her slow progress towards my breasts. She caressed one with her tongue and kisses and the other with one of her hands. The other hand remained on my back, becoming heavy on my kidneys. She forced me to arch my back slightly so that my stomach brushed against her breasts. For the first time

 In my life I felt the roundness of the curve of another woman's breasts. It was soft, warm, squishy. I found this new sensation very pleasant.

 Lalielou took care of my breasts a little longer and then knelt on the bathroom floor. His mouth left my breasts and slowly moved down to my stomach, taking his time. His hands against my buttocks forced the arch of my back a little. His mouth came to brush the top of my pubic mound, in a reflex of modesty my legs tightened.

 She looked at me and smiled at me with mischievous eyes. Her hands came to caress the inside of my thighs, pressing lightly on them, she made me open them again. Then gently one of her hands brushed my sex, shivers ran through me and the long sigh that I let out told her a lot about the excitement that I felt. I became aware of it too and wanted to get up. But Lalielou placed a firm hand on my stomach, refusing me any escape:

 - The last protective reflexes you have are normal, she reassured me, because it is not natural for you and you feel a certain shame about it, let yourself go to the pleasure that arrives, let me guide you, trust me.

 I looked at her, her eyes didn't leave mine, so I put my hands on her shoulders. She continued to look at me. Then she moved one of her fingers which ended up slipping between my labia. They opened under the caress. Slowly Lalielou began to enter me.

 I arched my back. She tilted her head, her mouth slowly searching for my clitoris. She found it, swollen with my desire for her. Her caress electrified me, my fingers gripping her shoulders.

 Under her active tongue, I felt my body surrender to her. She knew how to give me gentle and tender caresses in turn and the next moment would propel me very high.

 Her tongue continued to circle my clitoris, sucking it, releasing it before taking it back with a powerful suction, giving a rhythm to our lovemaking that only she knew the score of.

 I panted, bucked, my body following the rhythm that Lalielou imposed on it. I was no longer in control of my senses. It was she and only she who decided my pleasure, I could only follow her desires. With only her shoulders to hold on to, I crushed them in increasingly strong spasms.

 She was still teasing my lips with her finger, she pushed it into my hot, wet vagina.

 He was soon joined by a second, I undulated, propelled my belly to meet his mouth and his fingers which searched me. I felt my sex opening calling for greater penetration.

 I was lost in the limbo of a new pleasure. I moaned, I undulated under the intensity of her caresses.

 My legs opened to the maximum of their possibilities, indecent. My fingers scratched, lacerated Lalilou's shoulders. This awakened a little demon in her.

 I felt her happy to see me taking pleasure under her caresses.

 She took hers, feeling my nails ploughing her back and leaving deep marks that I inflicted on her in disturbing lacerations. Under the caresses of her tongue combined with those of her fingers I lost my footing little by little.

 I still clung to her shoulders, the only anchors available, the only points of reference in a world of intense pleasures.

 Her free hand came to rest on my lower back to bring me even closer to her.

 She continued to play with her tongue on my clitoris. She introduced a third finger which, in my sex joining the other two, acted on the sensitive areas inside me. I felt my tender flesh swell, tighten around them, as if to hold them prisoner forever.

 She gave a quick movement to her hand, going back and forth, following my moans, and finally she brought me to an extraordinary pleasure. The swell that swept me away was so violent that, screaming, I threw myself back, taking him with me because my hands had tightened on his shoulders. My whole body tensed to the extreme, I flooded his fingers. I could not hold back a long moan.

 Then the swell ebbed in the pit of my stomach, the contractions lost their intensity, calm returned. I realized that my hands were still tight on her. I let go of her, confused to let go like that. She smiled at me, came back up to me and tenderly kissed me. I responded to her kiss with a whole new passion! I had just discovered a new world. I was going to thank her for it when I saw them.

 Lalielou, feeling me tense, followed my gaze. They were there, both wearing riding boots, looking at us, the whip in their hand, furiously whipping the leather of their boots.

 We huddled together, expecting the worst...