Anonymous - Astrid Cane

At that, Astrid's eyes dropped furtively and quickly, though sufficiently to see that the long quail's feather which Julia took from her maid had a well-pointed tip. Pursing her lips in a perfect agony of waiting, she parted her pale and lovely thighs in a posture that forced her knees to bend about an inch and made her feel exceedingly lewd. From the bag which she held behind Astrid, the maid then drew out a slender, velvet-covered dildo. At one end was a knob which she could clasp. At the other extremity-the device being some seven inches long-was a prominence that well resembled a man's knob and was of highly polished ebony that emerged from the sheathing velvet.

'Be still now, Astrid', murmured Julia. 'Look into my eyes and nowhere else!'.

With that she placed herself within two feet of the beautiful subject of her desires and training and, extending her arm down, brushed the tip of the feather lightly under the lips of Astrid's cunt, causing her jaw to sag momentarily. The tickling sensation, intense as it was, repeated itself. Every muscle in her body strove then not to stir, as simultaneously she felt Marie slyly part the springy cheeks of her bulging bottom and insert the polished crest of the slim dildo against her crinkled orifice.

'NEEE-YNNNNNG!', Astrid gritted between her teeth. The feather rolled, twirled, and moved back and forth, seeking to part her lips with its tickling persuasion and then circling around the pink bud of her clitoris, which erected itself like a tiny penis. Humming distractedly in her throat as she endeavoured to restrain her cries, Astrid felt the dildo force the rubbery ring of her bottomhole and ooze upwards within her, causing her legs to strain. Tears sprang into her lambent eyes, her cheeks puffed.

'Control, Astrid-this is what you must be taught- control. The dildo is but a path opener to your own private pleasures, my sweet. Is it well up, Marie?'.

'Almost half so, Ma'am, but she is tight'.

'WHOOOOO!', Astrid moaned, despite Julia's warning, though Julia knew well enough that she could not sustain this first dual assault without making some noise and hence did not upbraid her for it.

'Urge it up slowly, Marie. She must learn to take it. The pleasure of it will be upon her soon enough. She will come in a moment'.

'THOOOOO!', Astrid gritted. The beautiful sensation was swirling already in her belly. With a muffled gasp she received the whole seven inches of the slender, imitation prick in her bottom, causing her to clench upon it so tightly that Marie had difficulty in withdrawing it and urging it in again within. Sensibly the dear girl suavely caressed Astrid's quivering bottom-cheeks with her free hand at the same time, savouring the gleaming firmness of them and their springy jutting.

'Come, Astrid, come. You wish to but you are withholding it, girl. Imagine that there is a real cock up your bottom ready to sperm you there. How you will feel it pulsing!'.

'Oh, Julia! AH!'.

'Quietly, quietly, darling. You must learn to control your expressions of pleasure, in particular in the presence of an enslaved male. With women you may do as you wish, whether they are submissive or not. You are listening, are you not?'.

Astrid nodded. By punching her now occasionally, Marie was forcing her to work her bottom to the motions of the dildo, which second by second moved more easily in her until the sensation became less stinging and more pleasurable. Her long eyelashes fluttered.

'One prick in your cunt and another up your bottom-would you not like that?', Julia purred. Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she watched the girl's face, then with a quick gesture of her hand she thrust Astrid's looped drawers farther down so that they slid to her ankles, permitting her to open her thighs wider.

'Work your bottom now Astrid. A lovely sensation, is it not? A thick, warm prick will suit you even better there'.

'D… d… d… d…!', Astrid stuttered wildly, though she knew not whether she wanted to say, Do it!' or 'Don't!'. Quite miraculously she realised that she was controlling the otherwise natural out bursting of her orgasm, the fiercer and more abundant to make it when she did come. A divine shudder ran through her form, her clitoris peaking and quivering to the never-ending tickling of the tip of the feather. Her eyes beseeched. Her arms flung themselves about Julia's neck, the latter smiling and straining back so that Astrid all but toppled. In that moment Marie urged the full length of the dildo up into her bottom, causing her to jerk back on her toes. 'AAAAARGH!', she gasped, and was received into Julia's arms, their lips meshing rapturously as spurt upon spurt of pleasure liquid spouted from within Astrid's cunt, her belly seeming to be invaded by a thousand tiny rockets.

Long moments passed while Astrid quivered and came. The silky inner surfaces of her thighs were oiled with her juices right down to her stocking tops. Much more gently then was the dildo worked in and out, and then, as if with infinite regret, withdrawn. Weak and sobbing with the rapture of her pleasure, Astrid was led back to the sofa, on which she collapsed bare-bottomed while Julia soothed her brow and kissed her lips.

'A few more steps of training, my love, and you could have sustained all with scarce a murmur-but no matter. You have passed your trial exceedingly well', observed Julia while Marie departed silently.

'Oh, Julia, I never thought to experience such! I will be quieter, I will!'.

'I need put you to no further trials, for I am sure of it. Roll onto your hip towards me a little that I may feel you. How warm and moist your bottomhole is now! You are truly ready to receive there now, are you not?'.

'Yes', responded Astrid breathlessly. Her bottom squirmed as Julia's fingertip scouted the crinkled ring of her rosehole and then dipped mischievously within as their tongues met.

'Whose shall it be?', Astrid asked, almost as if to herself.

'You witch! You really look forward to it! It is an arcane pleasure, Astrid, that not all women allow themselves to succumb to. Those who refuse it are therefore best put to it by force. They learn soon enough that they can best feel the sperm pumping and bubbling there within. There is one, though, who has known the pleasure of it already. One quite close to you'.

'One close to ME? Oh, who? How can you know?'.

'I have been a little naughty, my dear, in your absence. Prepare yourself for an undoubted surprise. Your dear sister Patricia was the very one I put to it!'.

For a moment Astrid could not bring herself to speak. Her lips parted from Julia's and appeared to remain frozen.

'P… P… Patricia?'.

The same, my dear. I shall not take it badly if you decide to whip me for it but hear my tale first. There is a certain gentleman of my acquaintance, a major, who is wont to enjoy little games on his own without my permission. I will not have this, of course. Secrecy may be occasionally amusing but is not to be carried to excess. A particular penchant of his is to entertain young ladies with accounts of his adventures. The susceptible cannot help but listen. He has a way with him-an avuncular way, one might say-that teases their imaginations further. Perhaps they feel safe with him, believing him only to be a wicked story teller. Little by little he overcomes their prejudices with his lewd tales and puts them soon enough to his cock'.

'But men may do this of occasion, surely? You see, I am still confused a little'.

'Indeed they may, but I, being his true mistress and having well trained him through the years, expect him to first come into my confidence. It is a great pleasure for me to be present on such occasions and, moreover, the rascal misses his own punishments with such young fillies who, having been birched, believe that is all there is to it'.