Erle Dexter - Mabel

"Come here, Mabel," Dorothea ordered, "on your knees, and lick my feet!"

Trembling, and beginning to feel a strange kind of ecstasy, the girl knelt down. Her lips drew near the dainty little feet of her mistress with devotion.

"I'm going to teach you," she went on, "to lick your mistress's feet the way it should be done. Pull out your tongue as far as you can start by licking my toes, then between them, so that your caress be at the same time a cleaning, finally, you'll take as much of my foot as you can into your mouth and cover it with saliva — slave slobber — and you will lick it until I tell you to stop. Now start!"

A prey to an odd sensation, Mabel started. At length and respectfully she licked the feminine feet which she found so sweet-flavoured. Soon, she became as if drunk with them. Dorothea let her lick, and, from time to time, she lashed her with the horsewhip a little to activate or slow the rhythm of her caresses. Mabel, gasping, was all in a sweat. This servile licking seemed to her an honour and a feast. For a long half hour she satisfied thus her governess's lust.

"Enough!" Dorothea said at last. "Now, climb on to the bed, lie down on your stomach between my legs and kiss softly between my thighs."

Without fully understanding all that the order contained in perversion, the slave obeyed. Squeezed between Dorothea's beautiful thighs, she put her head into the warm hollow of the femininity. The soft black down penetrated her mouth and nose and tickled her deliciously. She could feel, under the perfumed hair, the warm fruit of love which palpitated like a small precious animal.

"Go on," the governess said in a voice dry with passion, "do your best to caress me as I wish… That's good, continue like this… Drive your, tongue in, now! Draw your tongue more, slave! Drive it as far as you can! Now, pull it back and do it again… in, out, in, out… that's good, continue!"

Mabel was getting frantic. Under the orders, accompanied each time with whiplashes, she did as best she could. A delicious acrid feminine odour penetrated her intimately. Under her agile tongue she discovered new mysteries; she had the impression of discovering a new world.

Dorothea breathed loudly and squeezed more and more the slave's head between her robust thighs. Suddenly she grasped with both hands the heat that was caressing her and rubbed it against her flesh with a kind of fury. Mabel, crushed, gave herself passionately to this new game. She had stopped to think that she was a slave and that her mistress was using her as she would a mere towel or like a pleasure beast. She did not think of anything. Dorothea's flesh was to her like a divine essence and her lips trembled with ecstasy at its contact. A virgin, and ignorant of perverse pleasures, she brought to this act all the zeal of not even feeling, the whiplashes which Dorothea gave her on her back with more and more violence.

Finally Dorothea's beautiful body arched itself and her throat gave out a very soft hoarse moan. At the sama time, Mabel's face was inundated with a dew that went into her month, and her head was terribly crushed between her mistress's thighs; nailed to the gasping belly, blinded, drowned, the slave felt herself die with joy.

Only a long time later did Miss von Berner release her prey. And now, her eyes had regained their hard and bright expression.

"On your knees at the foot of my bed!" she ordered.

Briskly recalled to her condition, Mabel obeyed. The governess looked at her with a mocking contempt.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress, I adore it," Mabel sighed, in ecstasy.

"Pull out your tongue!"

Between her fingers, Dorothea pinched Mabel's pink tongue, holding it prisoner.

"You see," she went on, "this tongue is a slave's tongue, it is at the service of my body, and every time I feel like it I shall drive this tongue into me, for my pleasure!"

And she concluded:

"As for you, I want you to be always ready to kiss with joy and respect any part of my body, even the most intimate. Otherwise I shall oblige you to do so with the whip. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"From now on," the implacable Dorothea went on, "you will no longer call me just 'Mistress' but 'Divine Mistress'. That is logical, since I am your God as well as your Master. Now, go and fetch the panties I wore to day and use them to wipe me up."

With trembling hands. Mabel wiped up the wet sex of her mistress with the pink silk knickers. Then Dorothea used them to wrap around Mabel's head, seeing to it that the most soiled parts of the material should be in direct contact with the slave's mouth.

Then she made her lie down, all naked, on the bed-side rug and tied up her feet and hands. Immobilised and blinded, the slave heard her mistress go back to bed, and then her voice from above her, saying:

"I hope you're happy, slave, to have dared kiss the secrets of my body?"

"Oh, yes, Divine Mistress," Mabel said indistinctly through the soiled panties.

"And I hope you will thank me for it tomorrow by obeying me still better than usual and submitting totally to me?"

"Yea, Divine Mistress, I swear I will."

"That's good. You may sleep now! And don't let me hear a sound out of you, or else to-morrow night I'll let you sleep in the toilet."

"Yes, Divine Mistress."

At last satisfied, the beautiful Dorothea lay down softly among her silk pillows and went to sleep at once.

A few days later an unusual event took place — a visit at Kelingson castle, that of Eva Crimpton, a friend of Miss von Berner's who came to settle down in Scotland for an indefinite period.

Eva Crimpton wag a strange woman. Aged about forty, she must have been very beautiful, but she had let herself grow rather too fat All sorts of stories were whispered about her, and all were true. She had been at one time a singer in a "cafe-concert"; richly kept by several men, she was known by her hardness of heart and a strange sadism — she loved to see the others suffer.

After having reduced to misery a few lovers and getting rich herself, she had amassed a considerable fortune and had founded near London a girls' boarding-school which did not admit any girl but only orphans or girls of whom their parents wanted to get rid. Once in this boarding-school, the poor girls never came out of it again, for, as one can easily imagine, they were submitted to the most rigid discipline and became slaves in the hands of the plump manageress.

When the pupils came of age and had for ever lost all semblance of a personality, their destines changed. Miss Crimpton kept a few as domestic slaves, and the others were sold at very high prices to young aristocratic women who were as sadistic as Eva and who kept these girls captive in the country and used them to their cruel ends. Eva's school will be the subject of our next book.

Dorothea von Berner had at one time been a teacher in that strange school, it was Eva Crimpton who first initiated her to the perverse domination of girls and it was there that Dorothea had learned to become a fearsome governess. She was in very good terms with Eva Crimpton and that is why the latter wanting a holiday, had come to settle down in the castle, with Lord Kelingson's assent. She had arrived with numerous pieces of luggage and she drove herself a luxurious car.

Mabel Sunway, absorbed in domestic work, had not seen her arrive. It was only when Eva was installed that Miss von Berner called Mabel to the drawing-room.

Mabel felt surprise and shame to see her mistress talking amicably with an unknown woman. She stared with terror at this majestic and heavy person sitting on the sofa. Miss Crimpton, very elegant and dressed in black silk, was wearing numerous jewels. Her face was heavily made up and still had remnants of a great beauty, Her eyes were of a wonderful light grey colour, her nose small, her mouth sensual and with a lot of lipstick on; her auburn hair was admirably coiffured; and the skin of her neck and arms seemed that of a young girl so white, milky and soft it looked.