A Libertine Woman: Lady Baincourt

These fell to the ground, one by one around my legs. He helped me to step out of the heap of fabric, and then made me sit on the edge of the bed.

He took my clothes, and went to set them on a chair in the corner of the room.

He approached me once again, and made me spread out on the bed. He then fastened my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. I was only wearing my panties and my stockings. I was too aroused to stop him from finishing his task. He looked at the result of his labors, and walked over to a corner of the room. The cold air of the room caused me to shiver.

“Please caress me. I am cold,” I said to him.

“It is not my place to do so, Madame.”

“I beg you, come and rub me, lick my pussy. I yearn for it!,” I said, writhing on the bed.

He did not respond. I heard a door close.

“Leave us, but remain nearby, for I may well have need of you,” she said.

The door closed again.

She appeared in my field of vision. She looked at me, pouting.

“So this is the pearl about which I have heard many talk in their bedrooms,” she said. “I am Madame de Porterie, mistress of the manor. You will call me ‘Madame,’ since I am your elder by a few years.”

“Very well, Madame!”

“Are you well accommodated?”

“Yes, Madame.”

She smiled and removed the glove from her right hand. She then moved her hand toward me, and placed her fingers directly on my wet and soaking panties, caressing sweetly my intimate flesh. I moaned, my body undulating.

“I see that your reputation has not been usurped. Your attitude during my party had already confirmed my opinion, especially the way in which you attended to that young couple only a little while ago. I rejoice to meet you.”

She stopped her caress, much to my despair.

“Do you like being chained in this way?”

“Oh, yes!”

“You wish to be my slave?”

“Oh, yes!”

“I did not hear you.”

“Yes, I want to be your slave!”

“Fine.”

She freed me from my bonds.

“Get up!”

I followed her orders, and approached her. We looked at each other for a long time, and our lips joined in a delicious and wet kiss. Our tongues happily intertwined. She pushed me back.

“You are beautiful. You turn me on,” she said.

She sat me down firmly on the bed, and undressed in front of me. She had a desirable body, a beautiful pair of breasts, and a pussy that simply asked to be licked.

“Lick me!,” she said.

With pleasure! I spread myself out along the bed at the height of her pussy, and proceeded to do what she had asked with lashes of my tongue. The beauty was not unmoved by all of this. Her vulva was as completely wet as mine. I tasted of this new nectar. She moaned.

“Go, get down on your knees, now!,” she said.

I did what she told me to do, turning my back most obviously, in order to offer her my sweet cheeks covered by panties. She slid them off of me. Then, grabbing my two globes in her hands, she spread them until I felt a naughty tongue slide across my pussy lips, completely saturated with their juices. She also slid her tongue into the warmth of the little cavern of my vagina.

I moaned on account of such sweet fondling. My body pitched with pleasure. She held me by my ass and waist, slapping every now and then my round ass cheeks. This treatment was divine! I finally had a woman of my stature with whom to share in these Sapphic games! My young protégée was still not of the level of Madame de Porterie. I became wetter and wetter.

Her mouth was replaced by two fingers. She then masturbated me. What a delight! Her enterprise was facilitated by her saliva and my abundant juices.

She withdrew her fingers, and licked my vulva one last time. I was on the verge of orgasmic pleasure.

“Oh, no! Continue, Madame!,” I said with despair.

She smiled.

“Stay in this position. Martin, if you please.”

The man entered the room with a box made of an exotic wood. He sat it down next to me, and opened it. He removed a superb ebony dildo.

It was the first time that I had seen one. I later learned that it was a present from one of the lovers of Madame de Porterie who had traveled all across Africa, and who had had this object made in a village. He had chosen the finest specimen from the members of the tribe, and asked someone to sculpt his penis in wood. This thing, the dildo, was still not widespread in the West.

Through an ingenious system of harnesses, the man attached the object to the waist of Madame de Porterie.

Never would such a device be able to enter my vaginal flesh, even if it was amply lubricated!

She then took a viscous product from a jar, which she spread on the wooden member.

“Leave us,” she said to her assistant.

The man left the room while she settled down behind me, on the bed.

I trembled with all of my being when I felt the tip of the device on my lips. She spread my ass cheeks and pussy lips, and penetrated me. It hurt, and I howled with pain.

“In a minute, you will not feel so bad,” she told me.

The object continued its progression into my vagina.

“Stop, stop, it hurts too much!”

She stopped and I felt the device come out. She began again with full force.

“Oh, that is so painful!,” I said to her in agony.

“Too bad!,” she said, “I am certain that I can go further into you. Not good enough!”

She withdrew again.

I wanted it with all my being, this wooden penis. I wanted it to tear my flesh.

“Wait, wait!,” I said with a groan.

I rested my head on the pillow, and spread my ass cheeks and lips with my two free hands.

“Again, I beg you. I want you to own me.”

I again trembled when the device penetrated me. I felt that, in this position, the ebony penis would go deeper inside of me. I was again in pain, but I said nothing. I did not want her to stop for anything.

Much to my relief, I felt her lower stomach against my ass. The object was completely inside of me!

“Wait a moment, Madame. My flesh needs to become accustomed to it.”

I felt my intimate flesh adapt to the wooden shaft.

“I am fine, Madame, you can own me now.”

It was then that began, slowly but gradually faster and faster, the finest fuck of my life. She made me hotter by saying filthy and smutty words to me.

“Does that please you, my beauty?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Would you have ever thought that you would one day be owned by a woman?”

“No, no. Fuck me harder!”

“You are a real slut, and you like it!”

“. . .”

“I did not hear you.”

“I am a slut . . .”

“True, but . . .”

“I am a real slut, and I like it!”

“Faster, please!,” I said to her.

She fucked me in this way for fifteen minutes before I let go. I had a powerful orgasm that left me gasping for breath.

When I awoke, I found the device that had given me so much pleasure while within me. I took it, and looked at it for a long time. What a delightful object that works wonders for its owner!

It was daytime. I dressed, and left the room of debauchery. I promised myself that I would return.

I was not able to pay my respects to Madame de Porterie. She had been invited to Versailles.

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Well, my dear journal, that is all for today.

I closed the intimate diary of Madame de Baincourt, a book that I had found by chance in a second-hand shop. This woman could have been my ancestor. She loved sex as much as I love it, a dominatrix and a submissive at the same time, and with people whom she desired both male and female.

I placed the book on the sofa. The light of the day was growing weaker. I took a cherry from the bowl near me, and ate it. I took a second one that I kept in my mouth. I then took Stephanie’s head between my hands, and had her leave the warmth of my thighs.

I kissed her, offering her at the same time the cherry in my mouth. Her mouth had the scent of my juicy pussy.

“Thanks,” I said to her sweetly.

She smiled and kissed me with greater passion.

“O, yes! That is so wonderful!,” she said before returning to moisten my pussy, all the while licking her lips with greed.

In the setting light of the sun, I had my orgasm in Stephanie’s mouth, thinking of Madame de Baincourt and her young peasant.