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Jasmin's pulse quickened.  Yes, Mistress, she breathed.
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Following Sonya's terse orders, Jasmin dressed her in a gray suit with a fine black pinstripe, gray boots and a black silk textured shirt. Sonya used an
ice-pack to numb Jasmin's genitals and reduce their swelling to change her cap, and then Jasmin dressed in her own simple black suit when Sonya
allowed her the use of the bathroom. When the plane landed they were both ready to disembark immediately.
A white Rolls awaited them on the tarmac, and at Sonya's nod, Jasmin scrambled in first and knelt on the floor. As soon as the car pulled away, Sonya
commanded,  You will worship while I instruct you concerning the rules of my house. It will put you in the proper frame of mind for our arrival."
Jasmin bowed all the way to the carpeting and put her lips to her mistress boots, and kept them there for the duration of the journey. She groaned
inwardly as her clit began, inevitably, to swell under the cap.
 You will follow me into the front hall and kneel until I have instructed my staff. When I retire to my chambers, you will follow and prepare the room for me to
receive my first slave. During her entrance, you will kneel, naked of course, and watch. When I take her to bed, you will kneel at the foot of the bed and
observe. After I dismiss her, you will pleasure me again, as my slaves release is usually quite stimulating, but as a result, they are unable to perform that
duty. Normally another slave would perform this task, but I will have you. Any questions so far?"
Jasmin withdrew her tongue from Sonya's instep long enough to acknowledge,  I understand, Mistress."
 Good. I will give you further commands later, as necessary. And as Jasmin kissed her boot again, she raised her heel slightly to press her foot against
Jasmin's mouth, causing her to whimper with need.  Very good, slave, Sonya whispered.
After a few more moments, Sonya ordered,  Up, slave. We are approaching my estate. Perhaps you would enjoy the view. She patted the seat and when
Jasmin joined her, she slid her hand between her slave's legs and pressed the cap. Denied the dignity of underwear, Jasmin sucked in her breath at the
sharp sensation, and Sonya kissed her deeply in response.  Enjoy this, slave. None of my own slaves ever sit in my presence."
 Thank you, Mistress, Jasmin managed to gasp, and then Sonya's tongue was in her mouth again, making her suck until she moaned.
A footman ran out to open Sonya's door as they pulled up at the front of an immense Greek Revival mansion, topped by a high dome, and Jasmin
followed Sonya through the great carved double doors into a truly baronial entryway. Facing one another across the grand expanse were two full-length,
life-sized oils, one of an imperious Margot in Royal Navy full dress, and the other of Sonya herself in a regal blue uniform covered with a gold sash and
various orders. Jasmin's mouth dropped open as she finally put two and two together.  I know who you are. You're of the House of Be "
 Silence, slave. On your knees, Sonya ordered, coldly furious.
Jasmin dropped to the floor and kissed Sonya's boots in a frenzy of apology. Sonya ignored her and in rapid French, addressed a towering woman in
formal livery, obviously the major doma of the house. After a few exchanges, Sonya headed up the immense, curved, marble double staircase and Jasmin
followed, chastened and terrified.
Sonya walked rapidly down the hall that ran the length of the house, stopping exactly halfway along. At her nod, Jasmin opened the double doors for her,
and followed her into the most amazing apartment Jasmin had ever seen.
Over their heads was the dome Jasmin had seen from the outside. At the very top it was covered with a fresco of beautiful naked women, eight angels
including Sonya, surrounding one at the center, undeniably Margot, in what could only be described as an apotheosis. Below that was a level of clerestory
windows letting in light from every direction, and below that, a bas-relief of women in various erotic positions, all in excellent taste. Sonya and Margot
figured prominently as the recipients of various forms of sexual stimulation and worship.
Involuntarily, Jasmin gasped. Then she remembered her place, closed the doors, and fell on her knees at her royal mistress feet. She wanted to
apologize for her earlier indiscretion, but was afraid to even begin. Silently, she rubbed her cheek against Sonya's boot in wordless supplication.
 Yes, yes, I know. I suppose I should have told you, Sonya grumbled.  All right, you are forgiven. Come here, she said, going to sit on the foot of the bed.
Jasmin followed and pressed her face gratefully against Sonya's thigh, quivering with relief and reawakened desire.  You now know which country, and
perhaps even my title. We need not speak of it further. My family chooses to ignore my ... orientation, but they can't disown me because of my service to
the nation and the world."
 Is there any chance you would... Jasmin began.
 Come to the throne? No. I have sisters and brothers older than I and they already have children. I may be a black sheep, but I am also very useful. I have
my freedom and privacy here. Can this possibly make any difference to you? You are already a slave!"
 No, Highness. You are my mistress regardless. I was just startled, and overwhelmed for a moment."
 Excellent. Then we will proceed as before, she directed, and Jasmin nodded.
The bed on which Sonya was sitting was enormous, easily capable of accommodating eight luscious female bodies at once, should Sonya so choose. It
was round and sat directly below the dome on a low platform, and was covered with a deep purple, quilted silk bedspread. Around one quarter of it ran a
matching headboard, and against this were piled dozens of purple pillows of every imaginable shape and size. The rest of the room was appointed in
shades of mauve and gold. It was absolutely lovely, and just perfect for Sonya and Margot, Jasmin thought, humbled at such an image. She felt
tremendously out of place, certain she didn't belong there.
A discreet knock interrupted her musings and she rose to answer the door. A servant brought in their luggage and when they were alone again, Sonya
said,  Run me a bath, unpack and prepare the bed. I will not use the tub immediately, but it will hold the heat. First, a brandy."
Jasmin stood and oriented herself to the room, then hastened to obey her orders. Sonya went to the French doors that gave onto the balcony, from which
a panorama of the Alps could be enjoyed. She stepped outside and Jasmin brought her drink there, shivering at the cold.  I will come in shortly, slave. You
should be naked when I do."
 Yes, Mistress."
Jasmin stripped quickly and went about the rest of her duties as swiftly as she could gracefully do so. She saw that directly opposite the foot of the bed
was either a throne or an easy chair, depending upon one's point of view. Before it was a footstool and Jasmin was certain these would play a part in the
activities to follow.
When Sonya came in off the balcony, Jasmin was kneeling naked on the marble floor, facing her and awaiting orders. Sonya looked around and nodded. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]