Anonymous - Pauline

I might add that Arpid got all the sucking he needed that day, but with the three passionate women operating on him, he was of little use to me that night.

Three weeks after our little exercise with Arpid, the new show opened and was a huge success from the very start. Invitations were pressed upon me from so many different sources that I found it impossible to take care of them. Ministers, businessmen, and bankers were all turned down-and turned over to Nina and Anna. I depended upon them to choose the most worthy for my attention.

That's a strange way of putting it, isn't it? I use the word “worthy” and I mean just that. My two friends, knowing everyone in Pest, chose only those they thought I would care to see. If this one seemed a prude, his or her name was discarded. If this or that couple had children, their names were discarded.

"Here,” Nina said, holding up a letter, “is a person you should cultivate."

"Yes?” I answered, taking the letter. “Who is she?"

For a long moment, Nina looked at me, then said, “Have you ever been whipped, my dear? For love, I mean?"

"I have,” I answered. “Why?"

"Then by all means go and see her; but if you have a tender skin, then stay away."

"Sounds interesting,” I offered. “Tell me more about her."

Then followed the strangest story I had yet heard. This woman, it seemed, was a Russian. In her early twenties, very beautiful and greatly sought after not only by the wealthy men but also members of the nobility as well, she was an enigma, a paradox if there was one.

She had caused more men's hearts to flutter than any one person in all Pest by her daring dress, or lack of it. She invited the handsomest men to her villa, only to have them bodily thrown out; she had a positive fetish for appearing in public in the most bizarre dress; she had herself driven through the streets, reclining in her carriage wearing but the thinnest possible nightdress; she received her guests in plastic; never wore a thread of dress within her home, and had once entered a celebrated hotel and walked the full length of the dining room stark naked. I listened to all this from the lips of the two girls, and wondered.

"Her lover?” I asked.

"She has none,” came the startling answer.

"A girl lover, perhaps?” I offered.

"If she has one, it has never been found out,” answered Anna.

"What, then, does she do for her entertainment?” I asked, interested.

"Now we're right back where we started from,” offered Nina. “The delightful creature depends on her whip to furnish her pleasure."

I was becoming more and more interested in this woman, and made no secret of my desire to meet her. “You know her?” I asked.

"I've had the pleasure,” answered Anna, “and I do not care for her very much. Nor does Nina."

"Why?” I asked. “I can't imagine you disliking a pretty girl,” I said, looking at her in a decidedly naughty manner.

"Who's a better judge of that than you?"

"Naughty! But tell me more about this woman,” I said. “Perhaps I shall call upon her; I have her invitation, you know."

"There's very little to tell,” offered Nina. “That is, there's precious little anyone knows about her except that she maintains a dozen beautiful maids and that she goes in for active flagellation. Aside from that, little else is known."

"You intrigue me,” I said. “Please let me see her letter."

Scanning the letter, I noted the date she would expect me; it was for the following day, and I was expected to dine with her. I would have ample time before the performance that night.

"This is very unusual,” I said. “Here I am being invited to this woman's home to take dinner with her, and I have never had the pleasure of meeting her.

"But that's where you're wrong,” suggested Anna. “She has already been here; she was among your guests at your ‘at home’ day."

"Indeed. It's strange I do not recall her. However, since that is the case, I believe I shall call as she suggests."

In truth, I was all excited to meet this strange woman, but I was hardly prepared for what I was to witness the following afternoon.

The following day, at precisely two o'clock-the arranged time-I was driven to her door and ushered in by one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. This was shock number one. Shock number two came at the same moment; this latter was caused by the most unusual dress I had ever seen a domestic wear. It consisted of a little purple jacket, fit tight about her waist, and a skirt, if the thing could be called a skirt. It was actually just a stiff ruffle about her waist. It flared out straight from her, leaving her stark naked from her waist to the tops of her purple stockings. On her feet, she wore heavy shoes, like those commonly worn by Russian peasants.

I noted, as I followed this girl through the hall, that her bottom and thighs were marked with long, red weals, and I wondered if it were possible that this beautiful girl had recently been the unhappy victim of her mistress’ wrath?

A moment later, I was shown into a luxuriously furnished room where I was immediately joined by this Russian woman, whose name proved to be Rosenloff-Countess Marie Rosenloff.

Something of a name, don't you think, my dear?

But it wasn't the name, however, that bothered me; it was the most fantastic dress that went to make up her costume. It consisted of a crown of ostrich feathers. That was her entire costume; otherwise she was stark naked!

If ever in my young life I wanted to laugh outright at anyone, it was this strange woman. After looking her over, however, I became more or less used to it. She was very beautiful; her body was well formed and unusually fair, and it was evident that she had taken good care of herself.

"You do not object to my dress?” she asked, seating herself in the direct rays of the sun. When I assured her I did not object in the least, she said, “I thought you wouldn't; I have been given to understand that you, too, like to be about in the altogether."

"That is quite true,” I said, “but I do not limit myself to the indoors.” I wondered if the countess got the significance of this. Evidently she did, for she said, “We are the pioneers, my dear. Sooner or later everyone will discover the benefits of going about stark naked."

My visit to this woman's home had been brought about by curiosity alone. A woman who has no male lover, yet will walk into a hotel in a state of complete nakedness, must have some direct reason for doing so. I put her down as a conservative; and I mean by that, one who chooses her lovers, and these lovers were a select few among the girls and young men. In brief, I put her down as an out-and-out tribade-a lover of her own sex. Wishing to draw her out, so to speak, and perhaps learn for certain just what she might be, I took the bull by the horns. And I might add here, my friend, that I found it something of a delight and joy in gazing upon her nude charms.

Here I was, practically a total stranger to her, yet she greets me in complete nudity! Knowing, as you do, that I have a weakness for well-formed girls in the nude, I might be forgiven for gazing with a certain amount of longing upon this splendid young woman.

Her hair was corn yellow, there was the unmistakable slant to her eyes, her nose was rather small, and her mouth was unmistakably Russian. Like women of her race, she was big boned, though not too much so; her breasts were full and, I thought, unusually erect, while the nipples were pointed and stiff, and quite cherry in color. Her waist was small, her hips full, and her bottom-cheeks were beautifully rounded and plump. Her thighs were things of beauty! Round as apples and as smooth as ivory, they tapered down to graceful, dimpled knees; her ankles were small and her feet were dainty. But that wasn't all I found myself fascinated with; what took my interest most was the fact that there wasn't a trace of hair about or above her full-lipped cunt, which she seemed bent on my seeing in all its glory.