Anonymous - Gynecocracy

I gave a slight scream. She was twisting my testicles round and round with her hand and then had caught hold of the foreskin and was forcing it back.

"One moment, Elise," said Mademoiselle, placing one of her hands on the mouth of the bag while with the other she drew the tapes tight so that the mouth closed round our necks. When she had closed it so that our heads were fastened closely together, she knotted the strings and put them where neither Elise nor I could get at them.

"There, now do what you like, Elise," her hand over my body, outside the bag. "Acquit yourself like a gallant youth, Julian!"

On to the top of us she then bundled a feather bed, and over that a large eiderdown, and so left us in the dark. Elise's breath and mine mingled. We soon began to perspire, to sweat, and to stew. Elise would not keep her hands quiet, and I could not protect myself, deprived as I was of the total use of mine.

"Now, you vagabond, you wretch who have made me be prostituted, you will just beg and pray and beseech me to pardon, and I will punish you as I did upstairs."

Whereupon she caught my unhappy implement, swollen as it was by her exciting fingers, and notwithstanding my cries and supplications, forced back the foreskin, hurting me cruelly, rubbing my raw flesh against the bristling hairs of her navel-her leg across my back preventing me from moving my body even so slightly away as the width of the bag would have permitted.

The greatest, because the most perpetual and unavoidable cause of discomfort was undoubtedly the narrow tape running the wide hem at the mouth of the linen bag for the purpose of closing it. Had the tape been wider, had it been fastened about any other part of our bodies-the annoyance would have been less. There was my face fixed close to Elise's as she snarled at me. I could not avoid catching her breath or breathing into her face to her great vexation.

When she spoke, and, forgetting the string, attempted to move her head to the ordinary distance, she found herself brought up by a sharp jerk emphasised by the tape and finding my face still close to hers, notwithstanding her endeavour to remove from it, she was, of course, the more exasperated.

And, vice versa, if I moved, in blushful forgetfulness of the tie which bound us, I gave her a pull which she promptly resented.

She could not get out her hands to slap my face; she therefore slapped my body with all the force she could muster in the confines of the bag, pinched it, and gave me sudden blows with her knees.

She complained of the warmth of my breath, and of my weight; every movement was checked suddenly and unexpectedly by the tape-a perpetual source of irritation, a very ingenious contrivance on Mademoiselle's part.

For the prayers which now, at Elise's order, I entered upon for forgiveness, were seriously hampered, having to be uttered in her immediate neighbourhood. However, my only hope of pacifying her lay in their accomplishment.

I found it difficult to put much heart in them principally because, as Mademoiselle had said, I was gone on the subject of being incarnated.

It may have been because Elise was a lower order of animal that I cared nothing about her receptivity, her passion, her being. Besides I was being forced into the most abject entreaties to be permitted to do that which I did not at all desire to perform.

Elise made me beg and implore her to permit me to do to her what Mademoiselle had made her ask me for.

She had a smooth skin, a beautiful body, which I felt close against mine; this was my only encouragement. A purely animal one. I had no psychical encouragement, but intense psychical aversion to overcome. This was, of course, the point of Mademoiselle's punishment; this was why she chose to confine me with a woman in a bag.

Elise's hand had not been quiet all this time. Tired of my weight upon her she had placed me at her side.

She had much interrupted my thoughts by the manner in which she twiddled my testicles, interlaced her legs with mine, rubbed my bottomland pressed her fingers forcibly against my rear. When she did that, Love used his wings and I felt myself become a beast. Her evolutions seemed to excite her more than myself.

Pressing her lips against mine, she inserted her tongue into my mouth, and at the same instant catching Mons. Priapus, moved her hand to and fro upon him drawing the foreskin to and fro with it, thus performing with her hand the office her hairy mouth should have performed. All ideas of decency, love, prostitution, copulation, stallions, mares, dogs, cats, Mademoiselle, Maud, Beatrice, quickly vanished from my mind under this treatment.

"Oh, Elise, let me put what you have in-your hand into-into you."

"Pig, you want to put your nasty rank smelling stick into my body-a fine, a modest idea! How dare you suggest such a thing to a lady! You would be at the tricks with me you practised with Miss Maud!"

She continued all the while exciting me to distraction.

"Oh, Elise! Elise! I know I have done very wrong; but forgive me, have some kindness for me!"

"Some kindness for you! What will that thing do when it is inside me?"

"Oh! You know."

"Yes, I do know. It will wet me, it will pollute me. Why should I have its nasty-injection-in my body?" kissing my lips and inserting her tongue.

"Then, why excite me so?"

"Excite you! Because I choose to. Tiens! I had to say the shameful word, so shall you."

"Now, Miss Elise. I do beg and pray of you."

As she moved her head she suddenly burst out: "Damn and blast this accursed tape-"

"Ah! Miss Elise, you are throttling me!"

Half reclining upon me she inserted one arm down my back between my arms which were bound together. The other hand she placed in front of me. I spasmodically contracted all my muscles in a supreme effort at fortitude.

Not one minute had passed, during which Elise's hands, which had suddenly seemed to become much stronger, were hard at work in back and front, before I cried: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Now ask," said Elise, abating the punishment.

"Please, Miss Elise, do let me-"

"Say the word."

"F-fu-fuck you. Please, Miss Elise, do let me fuck you."

She moved lasciviously.

"Do you want to, very much? Must you now-an hour hence, will that do?"

"Now, now," replied I, catching fire from her. "Now, let me, oh, pray let me fuck you."

She placed her lips to mine and rolled over on to the top of me. She clasped my shoulders with her arms, my body with her legs. One hand she put underneath me behind. She inserted him into her terrible engine. I feared he would be sucked off. He was inside her up to the hilt.

As she moved up and down, I felt myself becoming Elise. Her soft breasts, her body and legs, gave me much pleasure by their contact. The confinement of our heads was very irksome.

I forgot who she was individually. I recollected only that she was a woman.

The deed was done.

I lay happy and reconciled in her arms until the morning.

It was a long time after that I heard what had become of Maud.

In the first place for six weeks she was degraded to the rank of a scullery maid. All her own clothes were taken away and locked up. She was dressed in the short frocks and the coarse and common underclothing of a rude little village maiden. She was not permitted-great girl of twenty though she was-to wear drawers. In these short garments she was compelled to wash and scrub floors, dust the staircase, mount steps, and clean windows and pictures.

For the first ten days she was whipped, birched, three times each day. For rebellion or slovenliness she received smacks with the tawse, the fringed edge of which she hated and dreaded more than the birch.

She was sometimes dressed in a very short chemise; hung by the wrists to a bedpost, her feet only just touching the ground; or made to stand in the stocks in a stiff backboard, the collar of which was raised extravagantly high for long periods.