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The following morning saw both girls presenting a repentant face. I took them from their cages, removed their restraint coats and gags, and allowed them the use of toilet and bath.
Estelle in particular appeared apologetic but I insisted that she should prepare for the day’s training before any further discussion of the preceding evening’s events would occur.
Eventually I brought the two girls up from the cellar and escorted them to my study. I sat at my desk. They stood, naked except for the belts provided by Giacomo, in the approved manner with their hands clasped behind their backs and their heads bowed.
Quite against the normal protocol, Estelle spoke out. “I want to apologise, Sir, for my behaviour yesterday” she began. “I was overcome by anger. I don’t understand why. I know that you have encouraged us to think carefully about our feelings and our responses but I must confess that I behaved most unreasonably. You were right to treat us as you did.”
“Yes, Sir, Amanda added. “It was deserved.”
I was pleasantly surprised by their response. I had half expected their confinement to inflame them rather than to calm them but perhaps Aristides was correct in suggesting that their anger was merely a form of reflected sexual orgasm and that once expressed, calm returned.
“Well, I am pleased that you see that you were treated justly. Let us draw a line under the behaviour of yesterday and turn instead to the challenges of today. Please sit.” I waved to two chairs. The girls looked at one another, surprised by my offer.
“When you are married, I am sure that there will be occasions when you are in the wrong or when you believe your husband is in the wrong but that, for the sake of household harmony, you choose to place yourself there. That is exactly how you should approach it. Congratulations.”
The girls smiled. It is my experience that approval, appropriately delivered, when earned, is as powerful a means of developing character as punishment. It was clear that the two of them had learned their lesson but I was keen to explore Aristide’s suggestions for preventing a recurrence.
“Now, let us consider today’s matters. What do you know of the poetess Sappho?”
My question was directed at both of them equally but it was noticeable that while Estelle hung her head and bit her lip, it was Amanda that spoke up.
“She was a Greek, a poet, of the sixth century BC and she lived on the island of Lesbos, in the Aegean not far from the coast of Turkey. We know her work more by repute than through the originals; only one complete poem is known and only four others in fragmentary form. It is said she proposed love between women much as Greek men expressed their love for one another at that time.”
“An excellent, if academic summary. But perhaps I can ask if you have ever encountered proponents of the Sapphic lifestyle? Perhaps among friends? Or others?
Amanda shook her head. “No Sir, not to my knowledge.” Estelle remained silent.
“Estelle? Tell me if you have encountered such ideas.”
She was evidently having difficulty in confronting her desires. She sat silent for a few moments, then drew breath and spoke. “You know, Sir, I believe, from the material you have been given that I have entertained such fantasies. You should also know, Sir, that fantasy is all that it has been and that I have never experienced sexual acts with another woman.”
“Bravo. It is hard to confess to desires; still harder to confess that you have not acted upon them. Let us continue in this spirit of honesty. Tell me, what is your dearest wish? Your sexual dream of an encounter with a woman?”
Amanda looked uncomfortable but Estelle to her credit appeared relieved by the question as though in providing her with the chance to express her desires I was breaking some bond that had held her previously.
“To lose my body in hers, Sir. To be naked with her, our mouths on each other, our hands on each other’s breasts, deep passionate kisses and close embraces, our bodies pressed one against the other, our…”
I could see that she was aroused by her own expression of her desires. Her nipples had stiffened, her skin flushed, her breaths had become shallower and shorter.
Amanda was staring at her in disbelief. It was evident that she had no idea that her sister harboured these desires.
I interrupted her. “How do you believe these feelings should be handled once you are married?”
“By being suppressed, Sir. Surely my husband will expect me to keep myself solely for his sexual pleasure? I think that is what I have understood from your teachings. I will have to put such feelings aside on marriage.”
“I think you are taking a rather simple view of my teachings. And an overly simple view of what might be your husband’s sexual pleasure.” I could see that Estelle and Amanda both looked puzzled.
“How so, Sir?”
“Suppose I told you to embrace your sister, exploring her body as you have described to me. Suppose I told you that this would be a source of amusement to me; that it would give me pleasure to see you at play together?”
Estelle looked sceptical.
“With your consent, Amanda. Estelle, embrace your sister.” Estelle looked at me in disbelief. “Do as you are told,” I said in as stern a tone as I could manage. “Kiss her on the neck. Go on.” Estelle turned towards Amanda, who to her credit, did nothing to resist her sister’s advances. “Good!” I declared. “Now, Amanda, return her affections. A hand on her breast. Play with her nipples; you must feel they deserve a squeeze, surely.”
The two needed little further encouragement. Aristides was right. Estelle’s predisposition to Sapphic love and the deep frustration felt by both girls as a result of imprisonment in Giacomo’s belts, coupled with the sexualising effect of the situation that played to their sado-masochistic interests had built within them a sexual pressure that could now be relieved. I watched as the two of them fell on each other’s bodies with enthusiasm, licking, biting, squeezing, sucking and kissing. At one point I thought the two of them would tear each other’s belts apart but the strength of Giacomo’s constructions defeated them and they returned instead to satisfying themselves with the parts of their bodies that were accessible to them. It was in and of itself an arousing spectacle. Amanda proved herself every bit the equal of Estelle in their sexual gymnastics and the two had soon abandoned the chairs for the greater space available to them on the floor of my study. Where not twelve hours before they had rolled in the embrace of their restraints, they now rolled in one another’s.
In time, sated, they sat back, suddenly finding themselves back in the real world, confronted by their teacher and in part surprised, in part embarrassed at their display.
“Do not be upset,” I counselled. “It is a delight for any man to witness such abandoned passion. No husband would be other than delighted to share his bed with two women amusing themselves and pleasing him at the same time. You will find your husband's approach to sexual matters quite simple in many ways. A display of sexual arousal is usually a more than sufficient trigger for his approval, even if it appears directed at another woman.”
Estelle looked up at me and placed one arm affectionately around her naked sister’s shoulder. “I shall certainly try to live up to your teachings in that respect,” she said with a mischievous grin. Amanda, to her credit, appeared embarrassed by her sister’s impudence.
I was able to forgive her cheekiness, though. It brought a pleasant lightness to the house; a great improvement on the tense situation of the night before.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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