Caroline's Realm

Title: Caroline’s Realm

Author: Euryleia Rider

Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

 

 

Part IV – Caroline’s Realm

 

 

Harriet would have tossed and turned all night if she had any freedom of movement.  Martha did her usual thorough job of securing her to the bed. Each wrist and ankle was encircled by soft leather and then tied to the each of the four posts.

 

She was also nude again. Upon their return to her room, Martha had unlaced the corset and ordered her to clean it with a lightly damp cloth. While it was nice to breathe freely again, she was super conscious of the way that the breeze from the open window moved across her bare flesh.

 

The pillow beneath her belly kept her from being able to rub her mound against the bed, as she desperately wanted to do. All day, she had been immersed in arousal and her body hummed with need.

 

It was a need that she could not yet fully understand. She knew from her cousin’s last words to her that the new day would be a learning experience for her. While she was scared about what tomorrow would bring, she trusted Caroline would look after her. Finally, she fell asleep with the vision of her cousin’s body in her mind’s eye.

 

“Rise and shine, young Miss,” Martha trilled as she came into room. She flung open the curtains to let in the sunshine. Marching over to the bed, she pulled the cover off Harriet’s hips and to the end of the bed.

 

Harriet startled out of her erotic dream and shuddered as the cloth slid down her body. Every inch of her skin seemed more alive than ever before.

 

“We’ll be cleaning you completely today in preparation for today’s big event.” Martha calmly walked around the bed while she released Harriet’s bonds. Slapping her lightly on the bum, Martha said, “Get into the bathroom, now.”

 

Harriet quickly obeyed. She shifted from foot to foot as she waited on the cold tiles for Martha to fill the enema bag. She wanted to complain or even to ask to do it herself but she stayed quiet.

 

“Bend over, dear, and spread yourself.”

 

Complying, Harriet tried to relax as the nozzle entered her ass. The warm water filling her bowels was still an experience that she could not decide if it was more pleasurable or painful. She just knew she was uncomfortable as the cramps began.

 

Martha made her keep the liquid inside for five minutes. Once Harriet expelled it, she was filled again. Finally, Martha declared her clean. She then made Harriet get into the tub and soak in lavender scented water.

 

It was the first time since her arrival that she had been able to bathe. She relaxed in the warmth until Martha ordered her to stand up.

 

“It’s time to get clean,” Martha explained, as she lathered up a soft cloth and began to run it over Harriet’s body.

 

The experience was exquisite. Her muscles were relaxed but all of her new found erogenous zones were wide-awake by the time Martha told her to rinse off. The freshly heated towel rubbed over her body caused her entire body to goose bump.

 

“Someone certainly likes this,” chuckled Martha.

 

Harriet blushed as she saw that the housekeeper was staring at her erect nipples.

 

“Her Ladyship was quite right about you,” Martha said as she directed Harriet over to the dressing table. “Now, let us do something with your locks.”

 

Martha brushed her hair for almost twenty minutes and it shined when she finished putting it up in a twist. Harriet turned her head from side to side as she looked at herself in the mirror.

 

“I’m beautiful,” she said in awe.

 

Martha looked down at her in shock. “Of course, you are. Not only are you well proportioned, you are positively glowing.” She tapped Harriet on the shoulder to get her to stand up and get dressed in the corset.

 

Stepping into the cool leather, Harriet trembled slightly. She tried to stay still while Martha laced her tightly.

 

When finished, Martha led her over to the oval mirror. “See? There is nothing in the world that can make a woman more beautiful as when she awakens sexually.” She patted Harriet’s bum and smiled. “I can hardly wait to see you tonight. You’ll be a sight to behold.”

 

Harriet blushed and bent slightly for the usual hold. Martha brought her directly to the dining room. She jerked upright when she heard clapping.

 

“Bravo, Martha. She looks good enough to eat.”

 

“You’re welcome, My Lady, although I must say that you’ve done wonders with her yourself.”

 

“I do try,” Caroline sighed. She ran a cool hand up Harriet’s leg. “It is nice when a plan comes together.”

 

Harriet shivered from the contact. She wanted more but was embarrassed at how her body was reacting. Involuntarily, her hips moved as Caroline’s hand continued to roam over her legs.

 

Smiling to herself, Caroline removed her hand and pointed at the floor.

 

Harriet had to bite to lip not to ask for her cousin to continue touching her. In resignation, she sank to her knees.

 

“Look at me,” commanded Caroline.

 

Lifting her chin, Harriet raised her eyes. She was surprised at the genuine affection she could see in Caroline’s gaze.

 

“I’m very much looking forward to this afternoon. Now, have something to eat. We’ve got to keep your strength up.” Saying this, she fed Harriet bits of sausage and toast.

 

After breakfast, Harriet spent the morning following Caroline around the house as she spoke to Martha about the upcoming ball and the necessary chores that went into getting ready.  Hearing about the crowds of folks that were to be expected, Harriet felt her heart pound. She just knew that her cousin would have some diabolical plan for her that would involve more humiliation than she had so far had to endure.

 

Caroline hand fed her a light snack for lunch and then had her escorted up to her bedroom. She had Claire and Sarah take her upstairs. They removed the corset and wiped her down with a soft chamois cloth before brushing her hair. Giggling, they finally left her kneeling on the floor before a three-panel mirror.

 

Harriet knelt on the wool rug and tried to keep from fidgeting. She kept taking surreptitious glances behind her. She was fascinated by the multiple views of her naked body. She was not entirely sure where the beautiful creature she saw had come from but knew, instinctively, that she owed it all to her cousin.

 

Like a mouse mesmerized by cobra, Harriet swayed slightly as Caroline entered the room and strode across the floor toward her.  Her cousin’s grey eyes held her in a spell. As Caroline began to undress, she had to run her tongue over suddenly dry lips.

 

“You’ve already learned the first lesson of the day.” Caroline spoke softly, so that Harriet had to listen intently. “Keep your entire focus on me. While you will enjoy what will happen to you here in this room, your pleasure is not the point. What I do, I do because it entertains me.”

 

As she spoke, she shrugged her chemise off her shoulders and shimmied out of it. The silky cloth puddled at her feet and she braced her fists on her hips. “Take a good look, girl. I am your owner and you will worship this body before the night is out.”

 

Harriet gulped and obeyed. Her eyes trailed from Caroline’s eyes down to her toes. It was the first time in her life that she had the luxury to actually study the female form. Except for inadvertent glances as she bathed, she had never even seen herself so revealed until she entered her cousin’s service.

 

“Stand up,” ordered Caroline. She stepped toward Harriet and flicked a finger over her erect nipples. “My, but you’re eager to get started.”

 

Harriet had not thought she could be any more embarrassed. Standing for her cousin’s perusal fueled a sense of shame while it deepened her sexual excitement.

 

Except for the sounds of Harriet’s breathing, the room was quiet. Caroline walked around her and then squatted behind her. With a feather light touch, she ran her fingers up the back of Harriet’s legs.

 

Harriet wanted to escape the sensations that were shooting through her body while at the same time she desperately craved a stronger touch. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she tried to regain some control.

 

Her efforts were in vain as Caroline brushed her hands over and around her legs. She occasionally pinched but she concentrated her efforts on slowing ratcheting up the tension.  Harriet found the touches too exhilarating for coherent thought.

 

Continuing to stroke the trembling skin of her prey, Caroline circled Harriet. She moved upward, skipping over her mound and breasts but trailing her fingers over every other inch. Sometimes she used her fingernails to lightly scratch and other times, she used the pads of her fingers.

 

Harriet believed that she could feel every ridge on Caroline’s fingertips. Her breathing became irregular and she moaned when Caroline circled the base of her breasts. But Caroline didn’t touch her crinkled nipples. Instead, Caroline continued to stroke upwards. She rubbed her shoulders, brushed Harriet’s hair behind one ear and drew her fingers over the parted lips and closed eyelids.

 

With a cruel smile, she reversed direction and just as deliberately caressed her way back down Harriet’s body. The trip downwards took almost twenty minutes. As she bent down to tickle Harriet’s feet, Caroline could smell her cousin’s arousal.

 

Walking behind Harriet, Caroline turned her so that she was staring at herself in the mirror.  Harriet’s arms twitched as she thought of covering herself but she resisted the urge. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so alive.

 

Placing her hands on either shoulder, Caroline leaned forward and gently bit down on the lobe of Harriet’s ear. “Can you feel how your slut juices are just pouring down your legs?” Caroline whispered. She watched Harriet stare at herself. “You were mine from the day you came into my house but, tonight, I’ll own you completely.”

 

Reaching for Harriet’s hand, she led the younger woman to the bed. Pushing back on her shoulders, she forced Harriet to lie on her back. Caroline grinned as Harriet writhed on the sheets. Caroline knew that the erotic sensations coursing through Harriet’s body would overload her brain.

 

Straddling her, Caroline continued her sensuous torture. For the next two hours, she fondled Harriet to the brink multiple times. Based on Harriet’s reactions, she fine-tuned her actions until Harriet was begging.

 

Harriet was stuttering as she pleaded for something, anything more. She was uncontrollably undulating, just aching for further contact.  Her clitoris seemed to throb in time with the beat of her heart.

 

Suddenly, Caroline stood up and moved to the bell pull. At Harriet’s mewl of distress, she leaned back over the bed. “Don’t worry. We’re just taking a short break.” She poured a glass of water and shared sips with Harriet as they waited for new sheets to be put on the bed.

 

When they were alone again, she ordered Harriet back onto the bed. Harriet watched, fascinated as Caroline then donned a leather contraption and buckled it about her waist. From an ornately carved box, Caroline removed a darkly white rod about two inches wide and six inches long. Carrying it in both hands she sashayed over to the bed.

 

“My father brought this back from China. It is a solid piece of ivory and I will be using it to take your maidenhood.”

 

Harriet swallowed. Her toes were still curling from the earlier activities but she was filled with trepidation at the thought of losing her virginity.

 

“Kiss it. Good, now lick it.” Caroline allowed Harriet to become familiar with the instrument of her further education.

 

Placing the rod in the contraption, Caroline moved between Harriet’s legs. With small movements of her hips, she stroked the phallus gently through the matted curls. Teasing Harriet with micro-thrusts, Caroline kept going until Harriet was moving in unison with her.

 

“Just relax,” Caroline warned as she drove forward, impaling the younger woman in one smooth motion.

 

Harriet took a breath to cry out in pain but let it out in a breathy sigh as Caroline withdrew and then thrust again. She raised her legs to coax Caroline deeper inside her. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried as she was plowed.

 

Caroline growled in her ear, “You’re mine, mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

 

“Yes, ma’am. I’m yours. Only yours,” wailed Harriet as her long denied orgasm washed over her. The sensations were astonishing. It felt as if the top of her head had blown off.

 

Blearily, she blinked the spots from her eyes. Harriet focused on Caroline who was poised above her.

 

“We’re not done yet,” Caroline promised with a smile. She began to move again, slowly building up the pace as she approached her own climax. “Take it. Take all of it.”

 

Harriet gasped as she opened herself to the compelling force of her cousin. She could not understand how her body was craving more after all she had already experienced.  But she was and so she moved with increasing desperation.

 

Their tandem movements disintegrated as Caroline came.  Holding herself still, she reached down. With a couple of quick strokes on Harriet’s clitoris, Harriet cried out in rapture.

 

Once Harriet calmed down, Caroline eased herself out and rolled onto her back. “Harriet,” she said. “I want you to clean yourself off my tool.”

 

Harriet looked at the rod, almost expecting it to be covered in blood. It wasn’t, though. Instead, it glistened in the low light.

 

She crawled down the bed and licked it like a lollipop. At Caroline’s urging, she took it into her mouth and sucked until her taste was removed.

 

With both hands, Caroline stroked her breasts and pulled on her nipples. The pressure of Harriet’s mouth was pressing the base of the dildo into her. Fully recovered from her release, she was ready to go again. Reaching down, she moved it aside to allow Harriet access to her skin.

 

Caroline put her hands on Harriet’s head, guiding her to exactly where she wanted Harriet’s mouth. With a few words of encouragement, Harriet tasted every part of her cousin with her tongue. Her lips were finally directed to find purchase on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of Caroline’s furrow.

 

Finally, Caroline exploded in orgasm and Harriet hungrily sucked down her wetness. Her own pleasure had been mounting as Caroline danced on her lips. She was panting as Caroline pushed her head away.

 

Feeling Harriet squirm as she beside her in the bed, Caroline thought about how best to continue to lessons. Lying with the phallus sticking up in the air, Caroline smiled to herself as she had an idea.

 

“Climb up, Harriet. I want you to ride it this time.” She jerked up on down on the rod a couple of times and shivered from the aftershocks.

 

Harriet balanced precariously on the bed and lowered herself onto the rod. Her legs were shaking by the time it was sheathed within her and she was only able to breathe in short gasps.

 

“Now, up and down.”

 

Obeying the order, Harriet raised up. The sensation was strange; she had to think about squeezing and releasing her inner muscles while flexing her legs. The intense feelings from earlier stayed just out of reach.

 

She lifted and lowered herself for what seemed like hours. Her arousal built but would not crest. No matter how hard she tried, she could not bring herself off in this position.

 

She cried out, “Ma’am, help me, please.”

 

“See, you can’t get pleasure from the superior position. You need to be on the bottom.” Caroline rolled them over in a single motion and began to thrust. In no time at all, the increased friction and pressure brought Harriet to her much needed release.

 

“Thank you. Oh, ma’am, thank you so much.” Harriet could not stop babbling as her body shook again and again.

 

Caroline slowly pulled out of Harriet’s spasming pussy. She unbuckled the harness and dropped it off the side of the bed. Rolling back over, she watched Harriet come down from the height of ecstasy.

 

“How do you feel,” she asked.

 

Almost sobbing, Harriet mumbled, “I can’t feel my hands.”

 

Caroline laughed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That will be the last time you climax without my permission. You’ll be punished if this happens again.” Caroline brushed the bangs out of Harriet’s eyes. “I am pleased, though, that you remembered to thank me. I’m going to ring for some nibbles. Why don’t you go and get a basin and water and come back and tend to me.”

 

Nearly stumbling as she made her way across the room. Her bones were jelly and she was still shaking from her last orgasm. She filled a bowl with warm water and, after glancing around at the oils and unguents, decided to add a few drops of rose essence. She put a washcloth and towel over her arm and then carried it all back into the bedroom.

 

Martha was in the room, directing Jenny in remaking the bed for the second time that evening. She glanced up and smirked at Harriet, nearly causing her drop the bowl. Harriet lowered her eyes to the patterned rug and scurried over to kneel down before Caroline.

 

Caroline was reclining in her chair. She held a silver platter on her lap and was smiling down at Harriet.

 

“I had Martha bring us up a little something sweet to snack on, as your sexual training took us right through supper.”

 

Harriet could feel the tips of ears burn from embarrassment.

 

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” Harriet replied. Glancing over into the bright eyes of the housekeeper, she ducked her head and muttered, “Thank you, Mrs. Sims.”

 

“You’re welcome, Miss. I know that the flavor won’t be as good as the taste of your Mistress but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

 

Caroline laughed. “You’re sweet to say so. I can hardly wait to get started on teaching her to appreciate and discern a variety of vintages.”

 

“Oh, My Lady. You don’t have to worry. Believe me, she’ll never forget her first.” Martha waved Jenny out of the room and took her leave with a slight bow.

 

Dipping a slice of mandarin orange in the melted chocolate, Caroline held it down for Harriet to take in her lips. She fed herself and Harriet bites of orange and chocolate until the bowl was empty.

 

“That was good, wasn’t it?” Caroline asked as she held her fingers out for Harriet to lick clean.

 

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome. Now, then, wipe me down.”

 

Caroline relaxed as Harriet wiped her body down with the damp cloth. It was nice to have the evidence of the evening’s exertions cleaned away. She knew that she would sleep so much better now.

 

Leaning back in her chair, Caroline sipped from her snifter of brandy. The rich taste coasted her tongue with her second favorite flavor. She partially closed her eyes and watched Harriet in the soft glow of the lamps.

 

Harriet was on her knees before Caroline’s chair. She had finished bathing Caroline’s body and was now working on her feet. At Caroline’s suggestion, she was massaging scented oil into her flesh. Harriet was still in a dream state from the days events and was not even aware at how gently she fondled and caressed her cousin’s feet.

 

“You may kiss them, if you want.”

 

Caroline’s voice broke her out of her daze.

 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Harriet asked.

 

“I said you may kiss them.” Caroline languidly waved her hand at the tender way Harriet was stroking her foot against her breasts. “You very much look like you want to make love to them.”

 

Harriet blushed. She had to confess that bathing her cousin’s body and moisturizing her feet had rekindled her arousal. She actually did want to taste her cousin’s skin again.

 

“If you want this,” Caroline said, spreading her knees slightly. “You’ll start there.”

 

For a moment, Harriet studied the foot in her hand. She knew it was freshly clean but she was still a little tentative as she puckered her lips and placed a chaste kiss on the arch.

 

“Mmmm,” murmured Caroline, appreciatively. “That does feel good.”

 

Encouraged, Harriet kissed the top and bottom and even sucked each toe into her mouth.

 

Slowly, Caroline exerted pressure to lower her foot to the rug. Harriet followed the motion and was soon in a kowtow position so that she could keep her lips in contact with Caroline’s flesh.

 

“Now, give some attention to the other one.”

 

Harriet obeyed without thought. She was soon licking and sucking Caroline’s other foot and getting more excited herself as her nipples dragged along the wool rug as she moved to lavish care on every inch.

 

“Excellent. You’re making me feel very good.”

 

Flushing with pride, Harriet glanced up into her cousin’s eyes.

 

Caroline winked at her and asked, “Why don’t you work your way higher?”

 

“Thank you, ma’am,” breathed Harriet. She began to lave the silky skin of Caroline’s ankles and calves with her tongue.

 

Caroline opened her legs and shifted slightly on the chair to allow Harriet greater access. She was astounded at how quickly Harriet had taken to carnal activity and secretly pleased at how well suited the young woman was to sexual slavery.

 

She lightly touched the blonde head that was nestled into the apex of her legs and Harriet responded with pressing a kiss to her mound. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, Caroline whispered, “Oh, yes.”

 

Harriet had to pause a moment after her tongue made contact with the rich nectar. She felt a shudder pass through her body as she savored the flow of juice.

 

Not able to contain herself any longer, she began to dig her tongue deep into Caroline’s channel as she sought the liquid at its source. Quickly, her entire face was coated in Caroline’s essence and she moaned into the damp folds of flesh. The feel and taste of her cousin under her tongue was the most wonderful thing that she had ever experienced.

 

She heard Caroline’s breathing increase as she flicked the tip of her tongue furiously against Caroline’s hard clit. Harriet felt an echoing throb between her legs and under her mouth as Caroline’s thighs tensed about her head.

 

Caroline glanced down in shock as she registered the shudder that passed through Harriet’s body at the same time as her own climax.  She had never had a simultaneous orgasm with a submissive before. Once again, her young charge had amazed her with her facility for passion.

 

“That was very interesting,” Caroline said as she stroked the damp hair at the base of Harriet’s neck. “I am flattered that you came from touching me but I did tell you what was going to happen if you came with permission, didn’t I?”

 

“Yes, ma’am.” Harriet’s voice quavered as she tried to slow her panting and pulse. “You said I was to be punished.”

 

“Yes, I did. But you pleased me so well, that I’ll have to defer it until tomorrow.” Caroline stood on shaky legs and walked to her bed. She loosened the bed sheets at the bottom and waved Harriet over.

 

“You may lay here at the foot and keep my feet warm.  I’ll let you know tomorrow what your punishment will be.”

 

Crawling between the cool sheets, Harriet felt a lassitude creep over her body. She cradled Caroline’s feet against her belly and drifted toward sleep. Her last thoughts before sleep stole her away were that once again, her cousin was right. Harriet knew that she would never be the same again.