Anonymous - Gynecocracy

She got up and rang for Sophie.

When that damsel entered the room, Beatrice told her that I had attempted to assault her indecently and had adventured to make improper overtures to her.

Sophie looked very serious indeed and said I must be severely punished for my uncontrollable passion.

"What shall we do?" asked my lady. "If Milady pleases, I have a godemiche."

"A what?" asked Beatrice.

"A little instrument to put here behind," explained the soubrette, touching me as she held me.

"Capital! That will teach him! Do it now, Sophie, before me."

"I will go and get it," she answered.

"How do you like what is in store for you?" asked Beatrice, stately, handsome, and smiling at my predicament.

"Oh, how hard you are to me, Beatrice! How you will disgrace me before you, and by this maid, too!"

"Before you want to put things into me you should consider whether it would be agreeable."

"I did ask."

"Yes, it is not for you to ask. It is for me. A quoi bon etre femme? You are my toy; not I yours."

Sophie returned with a box, which she shew to Beatrice, who, taking it, lifted out a great phallus.

"It is charged," observed Sophie.

I danced about the room.

Sophie came after me. "Come, Sir; come, Milord, I must take down your trousers, you must be complaisant, you must be good-you must suffer! Such impudence to Milady! Oh! You will find how a lady punishes; how she can make you feel here-behind. You like to have this in your jesse-in your what you call bottom. No? Oh, yes, you will! It will do you good ever so. Anyhow, you must!"

Sophie took me by the shoulders to the bed and fastened the affair outside her dress round her waist below her corset, and her gravity and the instrument made between them cut such a ludicrous figure that Beatrice laughed until the tears coursed down her cheeks.

Sophie, with a grim smile, unfastened and took down my trousers and drawers and pushing me down on my face very roughly, inserted her godemiche, whilst Beatrice walked over to the other side of the bed and held me down by the shoulders.

Sophie then commenced a series of strong thrusts at me which hurt badly and which overwhelmed me with shame and confusion. I groaned and resisted but the lively French girl was too much for me; slipping her hand round me to the front she grasped what she declared to my lady was the source of all my trouble. I, at once, spasmodically moved up and down and her persistent steady pressure quickly accomplished her purpose.

She moved the mock penis to-and-fro as Mademoiselle had done the candle. At length, at a nod from Beatrice, she gave it a squeeze and I felt myself deluged internally with a warm flood, shot into me in jets.

"There!" said Sophie. "There, Milord!"

I groaned, lay still, and hid my face.

"He is too ashamed," said Sophie. "He hides his face-he must face his shame! Hold up your head, Milord!!"

Beatrice put her hand under my chin.

"Shall I do it again, while he lies in your lap?" asked Sophie.

Beatrice had been so much excited and was now in such a state of erotism that she at once jumped at the idea.

I protested vigorously and uselessly. My protests merely emphasized my degradation.

Beatrice returned to her armchair. I was placed between her legs. Mons. Priapus was inserted into my wife and Sophie's phallus into my rear. Beatrice was more tremendously excited than she had ever been before.

I never again ventured to make overtures of this sort to my wife.

But I was very frequently sent to her room. Other lady visitors or fellow travellers, with that rapid feminine perception which amounts to intuition, promptly understood my case, and congratulated Beatrice upon my strict subjection to the petticoat. But to return to Maud and myself.

There was nothing for it but to obey Bee's order and we all three went to the bedroom, Maud covered with blushes.

Beatrice made me undress. I made some kind of protest-uselessly, of course.

"You have done it before to Maud, why this ridiculous affectation?"

Maud blushed.

"May I help him, Bee?"

"To be sure; and he shall help you."

"How queer it is," said Maud, "to take off a man's trousers! You know he had a petticoat at Downlands that day."

"What difference can that make?" said Beatrice.

"Oh, it does!" said Maud, red and hot all over, as she took off my clothes, slipping off my shirt and vest.

"Do you want him? I intend to make you ask for him, Maud."

"Oh, Bee!" she said.

"Yes, you know I do. Now, you'll please undress. Help her, Julian."

Of course I readily did so. She would keep me in countenance; and besides, had she not stripped me?

She made some resistance and seemed more than once upon the point of tears. When her petticoats had been removed and I was unlacing her corset and about to take off her shoes and stockings, she said to Beatrice: "I suppose you think it does not matter my being made to have him, because-"

"Rubbish!" returned Beatrice quickly. "You know you have had him already. I have heard the history of that stained bed quilt."

"Beatrice, it is too bad, your stripping me like this," said Maud, trembling, as the corset was unfastened and the other articles quickly followed.

Beatrice only smiled.

Maud's last garment-her chemise-was very soon slipped off over her head, and there we both stood naked before Beatrice, who, being herself dressed, made us the more sensible of our nakedness.

"You need not die, need not languish, Julian," remarked Beatrice. "You have had her once and shall again. When I took you it was understood that you were to be transferable."

"Oh, Beatrice-your husband!" exclaimed Maud.

"What of that? Now, Maud, do you not want him?"

She looked at me before she answered.

"Won't you ask him?" suggested Maud.

"Ask him!" replied Beatrice, with great disdain. "Certainly not. Why on earth ask him? He is not his own, he is mine."

"Oh, indeed!" said Maud. "Yes, of course he is."

"Now, Maud, you knew what there was between Julian and me at Downlands-"

"Why, he had only been four or five days in the place! You don't mean to tell me you were engaged then!" cried Maud, forgetting in the heat of the discussion both her own and my nakedness.

"You knew," went on Beatrice, "what there was between Julian and me. You knew there was love; and you took him, and," looking at Maud's middle, "had him; and now you'll just ask for him!"

"Oh, Bee! But I don't care if I do! I am glad to have him on any terms."

Maud made no more ado about it. With entrancing ravishing coyness, very love sick and glancing at me, she requested Beatrice to permit her husband to fuck her.

Beatrice insisted both upon this naughty word and upon my being described as her husband. The feelings evoked in me may be surmised. I became wild.

Maud, on Beatrice's assenting, took me by the wrist and led me to the bed. She lay down, and drew me upon her white breasts and ravishing form. We clasped each other with our arms. I kissed her with enthusiasm. I complied with her desire.

Beatrice witnessed it.

"How dare you commit adultery under your wife's own eyes?" she asked me angrily when she had given our passion a few moments in which to subside.

I was stupefied. Had she not ordered me to do so?

She, however, fastened my feet to the iron foot of the bedstead, soles uppermost, and whipped them cruelly for my committing adultery.

"Oh, Beatrice! Oh, how severe you are! Has he not had enough?" said Maud.

"No!" shouted Beatrice. "He can't drive much because of the condition of his bottom; and he won't be able to walk much now because of the state of his feet. Before my own eyes to-to-fuck you, my sister!"

Lash, lash! Lash!

Beatrice worked herself into a perfect fury. When she had finished beating me she tore her clothes off. I must acknowledge I was weeping bitterly. 409