Anonymous - Pauline

Going into my lounging room, I settled down on a broad, low divan, making her kneel beside me on the floor. Here, while she stared into my eyes with ever-increasing wonder, I plied her with questions, drawing out the whole story of her life. She answered all my questions and asked not one in return.

"I believe,” I said, by way of opening the subject most dear to my mind, “you love me, Rose. Tell me why."

She smiled. “I do love you,” she said in a low tone. “I've loved you ever since I saw you that first time."

"In the prison, you mean?” I finished for her.

She nodded. I saw the word “prison” hurt her, and I never uttered the word again.

"Tell me,” I continued. “Was it because I really liked you, or was it because I happened to be naked? Perhaps you fell in love with my nudity, yes?"

"I don't know,” she said. “I only know that I love you more than ever. What I told you about wanting to be your slave is true. All my life I have wanted to be a slave to a beautiful woman, and you are beautiful."

"What did you think when you saw me that day-of my nakedness, I mean?"

"I have often seen naked women; almost daily one sees naked women wandering about that place."

"Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you know why I was naked?” I asked.

Again she shook her head. “It was because I wanted a maid,” I said, “and the warden wouldn't allow me to enter the place until I first undressed. Do you know why he made me undress?"

"Only too well,” she answered. “He makes all the women undress who call there."

"And you don't hate me for it? Even when you know that he had me? That he ravished me?"

She shook her head. “Many women come there to pick out girls, and he does it to all of them; that's part of the price one must pay."

"Do you realize, Rose, that I did it for you and not because I liked him?"

"Yes,” came the ready answer. “And that's why I love you, and want to be your slave! I want to be abused! I want you to undress me and whip me! I want to lie naked on the floor and have you walk on me! I want to suffer for you!” Sincerity was written all over her face.

Very well, I thought, if you want to be my slave I shall make you one, but in a far different manner than you think!

I said, “Have you ever acted as lady's maid?” She shook her head, and a fear came into her eyes.

"Don't be alarmed,” I laughed, “I'm not going to send you away. I but wanted to know, so I would be able to gauge where to start with your education. But I could never bring myself to abuse you, Rose. You are far too beautiful to be treated in that terrible manner. There is, however, something you can do for me that would please me far more than anything you could possibly think of.” I saw the light return to her eyes as I went on. “I used to have a maid just like you, and she did something for me which I dearly loved, and I wonder if you would do it for me?” And as I said this, I slipped my hand beneath her short skirt and gently patted her naked bottom.

Her eyes were brighter now. “Oh, I will do anything you ask!” she cried.

"Anything?” I asked, sliding my fingers up and down between her firm bottom-cheeks. She couldn't seem to find words to answer this; she just nodded her head, and I continued: “Very well, Rose, but before I ask you to do this something for me, I want you to go to your room, take off all your clothes, then come back to me. Now hurry!"

She darted away to her room. Taking advantage of her absence, I arranged myself in the most perfect position I could conceive.

Moving my bottom to the very edge of the divan, I dropped one foot to the floor; the other I drew up close to my bottom, and here, my thighs well parted, I awaited her return. She had shed her scant covering quickly, bounding back into the room almost before I was ready for her. She stopped stock still, stood, and gazed into my fully exposed crotch, for like herself, I was stark naked. And as I allowed my gaze to sweep over her girlish charms, I realized she was even prettier than Gene, my former maid! I beckoned her to me. Making her kneel beside me again, my arm slipped about her, I drew her close and kissed her lips again and again!

"Do you love me now?” I asked, holding her close.

"Oh, yes!” she answered scarcely above a whisper.

"Still want to be my slave?"

She nodded her head in answer.

"Then get the little comb off my dresser and bring it here,” I said.

She returned in a moment. “Now I shall find out if you really want to be my slave,” I said. “Kneel between my thighs and comb the curls there; my former maid used to do it for me, so you need not fear hurting me."

This, undoubtedly, was the first time she had ever so closely examined a woman's sex, and I thrilled as I watched her stare at it. After a moment or two, I said, “You like doing that, Rose?"

"Oh, yes!” came the ready answer. “You are so pretty!"

"That's what my lover says. Of course, I have no lover here, but I am going to have one pretty soon. They all like to find fine, silky hairs about a woman's pussy.” I let this sink in, then: “Do you think mine pretty, Rose?"

"It's beautiful!” She breathed the words.

"Back in Pest,” I went on, “I had a lover who admired it so much he was never satisfied unless he lay between my thighs and imprinted little kisses on it! Wasn't that about the strangest thing ever?"

I could, of course, command her to gamahuche me. Like the girls Bernice had purchased from the Budapest prison, Rose was, in reality, my slave, to do with as I saw fit, but I preferred to bring her on in easy stages. I had learned that it was far better to allow one to creep before asking one to walk. She hadn't answered my question, so I said, “Don't you think it a strange thing for one to do to another?"

She shook her head. “Most of the girls did it-where you found me."

"Indeed. And have you ever done anything like that to another?"

She shook her head. “Once a girl asked me! But she was dirty. She beat me, but still I would not."

"But I'm not dirty, am I?” I asked, smiling down into her eyes.

"No. You're beautiful!” she answered.

"Naughty,” I whispered, moving my hips a little to keep her eyes riveted to that part of me.

It had the desired result. The comb dropped from her hand, and she settled down upon the floor, her eyes glued to my cunny.

Through half-closed lids, I watched her for a long moment, then whispered, “Kiss it, Rose!"

And so began the education of the lovely little Rose. She was a novice, true, but a willing one, and ten minutes later I bathed her tongue with a profuse spend! After that, she confessed that though she had never done it before, she loved it.

Satisfied for the moment, I fell into a peaceful sleep. Opening my eyes, I found her at my side. “Still love me, Rose?” I asked. When she nodded, I said, “Then get on your knees and kiss my cunt again!” I thought it would surely be a shock to the pretty girl, but it apparently had no effect upon her sensitive nature. And I believe she would have kept up the play all night had I not put a stop to it.

The ice having been broken, so to speak, I made her take my place-and you can imagine the rest. Afterward, we lay side by side on a couch, and I learned still more of her life. But I won't tire you with that. Enough to say that her incarceration had been a trumped-up charge, a plot to connect her with the murder of a man she never saw; and it was my efforts alone which saved her from a life a thousand times more wicked than that which I prescribed for her.

All in all, I believed I was fortunate in getting such a talented girl for a maid, and beginning that very day, she proved in a hundred ways that she was willing to do anything for me.