Anonymous - Gynecocracy

Lady Alfred turned her head from side to side upon the sofa. She had given her legs several jerks and had similarly signified her wish for the release of her hands. Her arms were concealed by the shirt sleeves as was also her back by that incongruous garment; but I saw enough of its graceful shape, white, elegant, and delicately curved, to make me long to see all. I thought of the picture in Maud's bedroom. I love the vue de dos of a woman.

What a strange whim on her part to wear trousers! to pretend to be a man! to have the pretence carried to the length of being punished like a boy! It was quite plain that it was this that gave the whole business its peculiar zest. What a mania!

Blase, all legitimate ordinary sensations used up, she was obliged, in quest of novel sensations, to have recourse to this distortion and perversion of ideas and of all the functions of her body. What sort of beings would she give birth to? In what way would this love madness affect her offspring? A study of the hereditary instincts imparted to it and of their ramifications and results, would be worthy of Ibsen.

"Well, Alfred," at length asked Mademoiselle, arranging her hair, which her exertions had slightly disarranged, "I think you have been properly punished this time. Will you acknowledge your fault?"

I knew that my petticoats in front were quite wet, and I dreaded lest Mademoiselle should notice the little mound something made there.

I think if the strap round her waist had not been so tight as to make it impossible, Lady Alfred would have moved up and down. I could perceive from her drooping eyelids and general appearance that she was in an extremely erotic condition.

"Shall I let Julia unfasten you?"

"Yes, please."

"No, not just yet. You had better lie there a little longer."

And Mademoiselle looked at her, then walked over to her and gave her bottom a few well-applied smacks with her firm, cold hand.

"Oh, oh, Mademoiselle!" cried Lady Alfred, violently jerking herself all over. "Oh, don't! I can't bear more punishment."

Mademoiselle immediately after the slaps let her hand slip through.

"How wet it is!" she observed, as she tickled it.

"Oh, oh!" exclaimed Lady Alfred in very different tones.

What a longing, what an intense yearning, the interjection conveyed!

Then Mademoiselle reseated herself in her chair.

"Now, Julia," she said; her severe tone made me turn white directly, and feel on the point of fainting. "Now, Julia, what am I to do to you for your impudence to Lady Alfred; how dare you make the remark you did? What induced you, was it Beatrice?"

"No, Mademoiselle! It was not-it was my-my petticoats."

"Your petticoats?"

"Yes, I am not a girl, and being treated just as if I was one, disgusted me, and made me so indignant, that I determined at the first opportunity to show up the hollow mockery."

"You had better let him come to Ridlington Court with me. I will teach him. Hollow mockery indeed! He is not half broken in."

"Julia, come here. Stand with your back in front of me-closer."

Mademoiselle put her left arm round my waist, and her right arm and hand underneath my skirts, between my legs through to the front. She caught the privy purse with her fingers and played with my testicles.

Of course in a few seconds I could scarcely contain myself.

"Will you acknowledge the power of the petticoat now?"

"Yes, yes-oh, yes! Oh, I did not mean-not seriously-any resistance! Oh, Mademoiselle, I will do anything you wish!"

She gave me a final and cruel squeeze of the globes, hurting me fearfully.

"Remember!" she said, sternly. "Now go," she bade me, trembling all over and half doubled up, "and unstrap Lady Alfred. It is your turn now, Miss."

"You won't flog me again?"

"Wait and see!" cried Mademoiselle, enjoying my discomfiture, and delighting in tantalising me.

I unstrapped Lady Alfred.

No sooner had she arisen than she tottered over to a chair.

"Take her some wine, Julia."

I obeyed.

"Make him strip, Mademoiselle, to his chemise," said Lady Alfred.

Again I felt all the colour fly from my face.

But Mademoiselle nodded, and with a sigh I undressed. The chemise covered me.

"I must have him, Mademoiselle."

"Very well."

Lady Alfred led me to the bench and fixed me down on my back. She drew down my arms and strapped my wrists together behind me and underneath it. Then she fixed my ankles in the same mode and drew up my chemise to my throat; displaying my nakedness in a shocking manner.

"What a splendid one it is!" she remarked to Mademoiselle. "What full testicles! We really must find a tight glove for it!" And she lifted her leg across me and inserted me into her hot, fiery organ. "There, now I have the devil in hell!" And she lay down upon me, her burning breath playing about my lips which were parched by her scorching mouth.

The strap round my waist, although not tight, prevented my moving and so also did my posture; but Lady Alfred was not hampered in this manner and she pounded me vigorously, sucking the life out of my affair which was closely bitten and held by her vulva over which she appeared to possess as much control as over her lips.

Her arms enveloped me, her tongue was in my mouth, her weight oppressed me, my implement was lost to sight, up to the hilt, in her plump body. She gazed amorously into my eyes.

"Now, Julian," she said, "as soon as you like!"

Mademoiselle could not refrain from twisting and moving in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her presence filled me with shame.

In the glass behind I could see my own legs twisted down and fastened below the bench and Lady Alfred's bottom oppressing me.

Various reminiscences flashed through my mind. I recollected the boudoir-the flogging I had just witnessed.

I felt the seminal receptacles fill, and a preliminary thrill shot all over me; and then with a gasp came the convulsion.

I sank back; and Lady Alfred, delighted, sank upon me.

I recovered.

"Now, Julia, again!"

"Oh, I can't!"

"You must! Remember the petticoat! You must be tamed!"

The reference to the petticoat stimulated me.

I clenched my teeth. Lady Alfred aided me vigorously.

In a few moments, the prolongation of which appeared to give her intense satisfaction, a second spasm was produced.

Still Lady Alfred did not rise.

"Won't that do, Alice?" asked Mademoiselle, who I suppose found the temptation too much.

Alice! How I thrilled at the feminine name! "No, it won't!" she returned. "He must do it again or be birched until he does. If he comes to Ridlington Court with me I will keep him always naked and he shall live between my legs. Besides, I determined to exhaust his impudence. I have the origin of it in my possession now and I will teach him to taunt me with my sex! I will teach him who really rules. I will make him understand, and admit, and feel that man is but woman's slave, soul, passions, and all that he possesses."

"I really can't-I should like to-but I feel already exhausted-empty!"

"Have you another birch there, Mademoiselle?"

My being underneath her made it much harder work for me, but the reference to the birch made me show I would really try though it should be my death.

Alice, seeing this, put her hand underneath Mons. Priapus, underneath his bag, upon the thick muscle that runs between the legs. She squeezed and rubbed it vigorously.

"I shall put a stiff hairbrush under you, if you give me any trouble," she informed me rising on her elbow but still holding my diminished organ inside her.

"A very good idea," cried Mademoiselle. "Here is one!"

Those moist, curved, cherry-coloured lips, the little head, with its closely cropped hair, the laughing, sparkling eyes, the tones, and the touch, and the embrace, all affected me very deliciously.