Agent kingdom of maidenh.., p.30
Agent: Kingdom of Maidenhead Book Two, page 30
I know the owner is currently rewarding my previous loyalty with ridiculously low rent for my penthouse. I hope he doesn’t raise it too much on me when my reward period is over. We enter Bit’s penthouse, and I’m astonished.
“This is where you live?” I ask in astonishment.
“Most of the time, yes,” Bit says as if it is nothing. “This is Yenjy and Danys.”
He introduces me to two very beautiful women. Yenjy is a tall Mundi woman, and Danys is tiny and curvy, likely descended from Anders’ stock. Bit gently kisses Yenjy, lays his cheek against hers, and whispers something into her ear. I see tears instantly form in Yenjy’s eyes. Bit doesn’t see them, as when he pulls his cheek away from her, he never looks back into her face. We then enter a massive bedroom. The bed is huge, and closets seem to ring the room.
“This could be confused with a lady’s bedroom,” I say. “Have Yenjy or Danys been living in here with you?”
“Both of them have,” Bit says. “But they knew you would be coming here someday.”
“Will they be living in this room with us,” I quietly ask.
“Not for now. If you decide you want them to later, then we can talk about it. Now, there are several things I haven’t told you about myself. To start, this is my closet.” Bit says as he opens it.
The closet is full of dresses, corsets, and boots with absurdly high stilts under the heels.
“How do those girls wear these things?” I ask. “Why do they need to keep their clothes in your closet?”
“That is one really big thing I want to tell you,” Bit says. “Please take my shirt off.”
I step up close to him and smile while I lift his shirt off over his head. I see that he has what looks like a very wide bandage wrapped around his chest with some swelling under it.
“Did you break a rib or something?” I ask.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” he says. “Please take the clips off the end of my binding.”
“Okay.” I cautiously say.
I undo the small metal clips, and the end of his binding comes free.
“Now grab the end of the binding and start pulling,” he directs.
I take hold and start pulling, hand over hand. Bit starts to spin to allow the binding to come free. As he spins, I pull harder, making him spin faster. As he starts to twirl, I develop a grin on my face. Soon enough, the other end of the binding slips off Bit’s chest, and I see a generous pair of breasts with large gold rings fixed in the nipples. I can tell my grin turns into an ‘O’ of astonishment.
How does a young man have breasts? Then I feel kind of stupid. But I need to be sure, so I slip his pants down. He has always worn loose clothing, so the generous swell of his hips and backside has been hidden. When I take his small clothes off, I see what she is. I’m still trying to figure all this out. Bit moves in close to me, and she kisses me. I can’t help but to kiss her back. She moves my hands to her butt, and I begin to revel in the feel of her soft ass cheeks.
She pulls back from me, gently takes my hands again, and holds my palms against her breasts. My hands stay rigid for a time, and then I start to gently flex my hands and slowly but gently rub her breasts just like I do mine. Or at least I have been doing to mine since I met Bit. I see her lids start to hood over her eyes as she feels the pleasure of what I’m doing to her. After a few moments, she takes one of my hands and moves it down her torso to just above her vagina.
She then places both her hands on my shoulders and leans in to kiss me. I continue to massage one of her breasts with one hand. The other, I slide down toward her cleft. I tickle my fingers across her clit’s hood, then my middle finger goes further and seeks her opening. I find her to be very slick there. First, my middle, then my ring fingers slide into her vaginal canal without resistance. I start to slowly slide my fingers in and out while massaging her hood with my palm.
As I work her, she is less and less able to keep her full attention on kissing me. Her mouth soon opens in an almost rictus gape of pleasure as she pants and moans into my mouth. I tickle the end of her tongue with mine, and soon, her cries start to become louder, and then she shudders and comes with a wail. As she gently collapses against me, I ask myself what I’ve done. Based on Bit’s reaction, I’ve done quite well.
After a moment, she lets out a throaty chuckle. Then, she quickly undresses me. When I say quickly, I mean that it seems like I merely blink, and I’m naked. She pushes me back on her bed and crawls up on top of me. She then kisses me while rubbing her breasts against mine. The feel of her rings rubbing against my nipples is exquisite. I’ve never had anyone else touch me in the areas that she is touching me now.
Bit starts to slide down my body. The feel of her lips, tongue, and teeth on my breasts is indescribable. When her tongue later starts tickling my clit, I start screaming myself. I’ve never felt anything close to what she is doing to me. At least two of her fingers are stroking the inside of my vagina. She seems to know the perfect place to tickle and caress.
I have a mind-blowing orgasm in almost no time at all, but she doesn’t stop. She keeps going and going and I feel a second trip to nirvana quickly growing. Shortly before I come again, her fingers withdraw, and her long tongue takes their place as she licks me into a massive, screaming explosion of blissful pleasure. Her ministrations leave me panting for breath.
She climbs back on top of me like a stalking lioness, with a fierce grin on her face. She kisses me, and I taste what must be my pussy on her lips. For some reason, this makes my mind melt. When I start to regain awareness, the top of one of her thighs is rubbing against the center of my pleasure, slowly building my joy toward a coming peak. I feel the slick wetness of her puss rubbing against the top of my thigh.
At one point, Bit arches her back, presenting her breasts to me. I can’t help myself and clamp my teeth on the ring dangling from one of her nipples. She suddenly shifts her thigh tightly against my crotch, causing my head to slam back. I didn’t think to release her ring from my teeth. The quick stretch of her nipple shocks a scream out of her. I freeze and quickly release her ring.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I cry.
“You only startled me. There is nothing to apologize about,” Bit growls out with a smile. “Please do it again.”
Bit hasn’t stopped rubbing the two of us, so I smile and run the tip of my tongue through her other ring. I use my tongue to draw the gold ring in between my lips and firmly bite down on it. I don’t know how she gets a shocked reaction out of me again, but she does. This time, when her nipple stretches out, Bit throws her own head back and moans in open-mouthed wailing pleasure. Her eyes are slitted almost shut in her passion. We soon both come at nearly the same time.
Now, she rolls me over on top of her and grins up at me.
“Willing to try licking me now?” Bit softly asks.
I already have both hands gripping her hair as I lean down to kiss her my yes. When my tongue finally finds its way in between her thighs, her pussy is absolutely dripping. I can’t really describe quite how she tastes other than to say Bit should package her essence for all to enjoy.
The feel of her tunnel squeezing my tongue is exquisite. When she comes, the flood of her into my mouth makes me whimper in passion. I feel sorrow that my first oral experience is over. Bit clearly has other ideas about that, when she places a hand on the back of my head. She is holding my mouth to her crotch. I hope she can feel the smile on my face as I delve my tongue back into her depths.
I slowly run my hands up to her breasts and thread my middle fingers through the rings fixed in the tips of her mounds, all while massaging them. I think back to what Bit’s tongue did when she was pleasuring me, and I start to do those things back to her.
Bit starts quivering, and her hips thrust when I make the right moves. This makes me smile even more. I begin to let my tongue wander, thrust, curl, and tickle, trying to find what actions create the most reaction from her. She orgasms much more quickly this time.
By the time she starts to come with massive hip thrusts, she has both hands on the back of my head. She doesn’t let my lips leave her heavenly gate, even after she starts to calm down from her latest nirvana. I continue my ministrations, trying to refine my pleasure-giving abilities. I squeeze my ring fingers into her rings, along with my middle fingers, while I continue to massage her lovely globes.
Based on the reaction of her body, I can tell what I’m doing to her is right. I can feel her developing a truly epic orgasm, and I’m soon proven right. When she comes, she orgasms so intently that she bows her back, which thrusts her hips so high off the bed that the highest part of my body still touching the bed are my knees. I continue to lap up the delightful essence gushing out of her as she slowly comes down from the crest of her joy. She gently lowers us back down to the bed.
When her shudders finally subside, she moves her hands down to the sides of my head and lifts me away from my treat, my questing tongue vainly trying to maintain contact with her center of joy. I’ve been trying to lick her clean. Okay, I’ve been trying to slurp up as much of her juice as I can. I give a whimper of protest as she lifts my face away from her nummy center. I look up at her and see Bit with a happily satisfied smile on her face.
“Come up here and kiss me,” Bit demands.
I smile at her and try to do her bidding. My arms are currently wrapped around the backs of her upper legs, legs that are resting over my shoulders. So, I need to draw my hands down to unwrap from her lovely legs. All I succeed in doing is to pull her nipples toward me. This draws a pleasured moan from Bit.
I try to work my fingers out of her rings, and I find they are well and truly stuck. With a little bit of panic, I try to move one of my hands over to help work the other out of her rings. This action yanks a husky bark of pleasure out of Bit. I give up and stop struggling.
“I’m trapped,” I say.
“Mhmm, what a lovely prisoner I have trapped with my nefarious scheme,” Bit replies. “Are you sure you have fully served your sentence? Maybe you should serve some more time, just to make sure.”
“I’d like nothing more, my wonderful jailor, but my tongue is well and truly done. I can’t serve anymore, at least for now.”
“Hmm, your tongue’s out of shape then, well, out of condition at least. Its shape is wonderful. We’ll definitely have to work on your joy giver’s conditioning.”
“How are we going to do that?” I ask.
Bit’s answer is a throaty chuckle that has me furiously blushing. Of course, I’m smiling as well. The feel of her surging breasts under my hands all but forces me into more breast massages. I look up into Bit’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly lower my lips and kiss her clit hood. My lower lip feels her engorged treasure escape from under its thin, fleshy cover once more.
I lift up and ask, “Please, my lovely captor, will you release me from your delightful prison of ultimate pleasure?”
I punctuate my request with another kiss on her hood, with a quick lick on her clit. Bit’s husky chuckles at my corniness-given pleasure shivers right through my center.
“Fine, my prisoner of love, I’ll parole you for now,” Bit says. “Know that if you allow yourself to be captured this way again, I will not release you until you have served your full sentence.”
“Mhmm. I could only be so lucky.”
Bit whimpers as she works my fingers out of their delightful imprisonment.
“Why don’t you just take the rings out?” I ask.
“They are permanently mounted. They can’t be removed,” Bit replies.
“Why would you do that to yourself?”
“This is the fashion among noblewomen.”
“You are a noblewoman?”
“I am the highest-ranked noble in the empire.”
“How did that happen?”
“That is a story for another day. Just be aware, if the Queen decides Arem’s star intelligence gatherer needs to be a noble, you’ll be sporting a pair of permanently fixed gold rings yourself.”
I fall silent as I consider the implications of her statement. Not so intently that I miss the chance to drag my fingers across her nipples once she frees them. Hearing her groaning moans of pleasure is music to my ears. They make me wonder if I shouldn’t jab my fingers back into their preferred prison. I want to kiss her too much to do that right now, though.
Chapter twenty-eight
Dressing
As soon as I’m free, I slither my body up hers until our lips meet. She holds me in our kiss as her questing tongue licks me clean of her essence. Our kissing goes on for what must be some time. I know we have long missed lunch, but the only hunger I have is for Bit. Finally, after what I’m sure was too long a time, but definitely all too short, Bit pulls back with a smile on her face.
“I’d like you to help me with something,” Bit says.
“Of course, Bit. I’d love to,” I answer.
She leads me over to her closet and selects a corset. Bit shows me how to close the busk after she wraps it around herself. Then she turns her back to me and walks me through the lacing process. When the corset is finally laced to Bit’s satisfaction, she reaches behind her back and shows me how to tie the laces’ knot.
“When you perform my final lacing, you’ll get to tie the knot yourself,” Bit says.
“How can it get any tighter? I’m surprised you can even breathe now!” I blurt out.
“This is just Betsy’s corset. Wait until you see what Bethany’s or even just Elizabeth’s stays do to me.”
All I can do is gape at her.
“Now, please grab those stockings on the table there. I’ll show you how to roll them up my legs and attach them to the garter straps from my corset. They will make my legs look sexy,” Bit directs.
“Your legs are already the pair of the sexiest things in existence,” I say.
After a soul-searing kiss to thank me for the compliment, she says, “You ain’t seen nothin yet, girlfriend.”
The way she says girlfriend makes my heart shimmy a happy dance. She proceeds to show me how to roll up her stockings and attach them to her corset garter straps. Betsy next has me lace a pair of boots on her feet. The boots have an impossibly high stilt of a heel under them, even with the small platform that is under her toes and the ball of her foot. I don’t believe she can possibly walk in them.
Bit immediately proves me wrong as she stands and elegantly strolls over to a lighted mirror. She told me the truth when she said the stockings would make her legs even sexier, something that should have been impossible. I’m not sure if it is her heels or stockings, or corset that has my clit pulsing with her every step.
When she arrives at the mirror, she stops and pivots her entire body sideways. This makes sense, as there is no possible way she can rotate her torso. She twists an arm across her front, which lifts her lovely breasts, and she crooks her finger at me.
I’m in such a daze about her lovely body that I don’t remember crossing the room. Bit asks me to turn the long bench in front of the mirror sideways. This way, I can straddle the bench and sit behind her.
I thought I knew all that is needed to know about a woman’s hair. Bit proves me wrong. We spend almost half an hour grooming Bit’s hair. When we are done, I can’t clearly say just what we changed. It is absolutely no longer the hair of a young man but that of an elegant woman.
“It will do for now,” Bit finally says. I move to get up, and she adds, “Next, we need to work on my cosmetics. It will be more accurate to say you will work on my cosmetics.”
“Why me?” I ask.
“Have you ever put on cosmetics before?”
“No.”
“Then it’s best we begin to train you on a face that I know how to make up to start with. We are going to have to figure out how to best enhance yours after.”
Bit may now stand two inches taller than me rather than the four inches shorter she used to, but her torso is still shorter than mine. So I can easily reach around her and work on her face. She directs me what to put where, and how to do it. It takes surprisingly little time to transfer her absurdly attractive features into true beauty. I simply want to lose myself in the vision of her, but Bit is having none of that. She has me tighten her corset again.
“How much do I tighten it?” I ask.
“Until the edges snuggle against each other for their entire length,” Bit answers.
I expect she doesn’t know the corset’s edges are still over an inch apart. I tighten it until the creaking satin garment can’t be tightened anymore, then tie off the laces. I’m in disbelief that I’ve heard no complaints from Bit. She walks over to her massive closet and pulls out another corset, which she hands to me. She can’t expect me to layer a second corset on top of hers, can she?
“Wrap it around your middle and fasten the busk,” Bit says.
“Why do I need to wear a corset?” I whine.
“Because a woman of substance will always be properly corseted when not bathing.”
I harumph but do her bidding as soon as the last loop goes around its eye. I feel the grip of the stiff garment grow as it starts to tighten snuggly around me. Bit is lacing me in!
“When I’m wearing this combination of corset and boots, I’m Betsy James,” Bit says. “What did your parents name you?”
I haven’t told anyone my real name since my parents died, and yet I find myself saying, “Elliesse, Elliesse Harin.”
“It’s lovely to meet you Elliesse Harin, my lovely Elliesse.”
The shiver in my soul makes me wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. She continues to tighten my laces, but I’m not paying attention as I think about Bit, no, Betsy. This could become confusing. When Betsy stops lacing, there is very little discomfort.
I’ve no doubt, based on my recent experience, that she intends to lace it more later. For now, though, I’m kind of enjoying the embrace of the silky soft cloth and its rigid ribs, even if it is crushing me. My movements are definitely restricted, but I can still breathe okay. At least I can, for now.
