Agent kingdom of maidenh.., p.31
Agent: Kingdom of Maidenhead Book Two, page 31
Bit has me roll my own stockings up and attach them to my garter straps. I quickly discover that there is very little give at the waist of my corset, so I have to bend from my hips. While I’m putting my stockings on, Betsy is digging into the back of her closet, and I hear a muffled ‘Ha’ of triumph.
She backs out of the closet with a pair of boots in her hand. The heels are only half the height of the monsters on her feet, which is a good thing, as I doubt I’m escaping without those boots being laced up to my calf. Unfortunately, the platforms seem lower, too. Any forlorn hopes that they aren’t for me are quickly dashed.
“The heels are quite low on these, but I believe they are the only heeled boots I have that will fit you,” Bit says. “I’m sure Aunt Millie will have you properly fitted by the time we leave her shop tomorrow.”
“I can’t possibly wear those,” I say in astonished protest. “I’ve never worn anything with heels, let alone monsters like those.”
Betsy’s silver tinkle of laughter sounds like Winter Solstice bells.
“You’ve never made love to a woman before, and how did that turn out?” she asks me.
“It was wonderful,” I gush.
“You’ve never been tightlaced before. How does it make you feel?”
I wrap my arms around my middle. It isn’t until now that I can put a name to the warm feeling the embrace of my stays has created in me.
“It has its restrictions, but I’m coming to quite enjoy it,” I admit.
“That’s good,” Betsy says. “We’ll be finishing cinching it down in a little while. I’ll ask Yenjy to come in and remove your discomfort before we do. Now, as to the heels, they are another piece of clothing a woman of substance will never be seen without. Don’t worry. I’ll ask Aunt Millie to top your heels out at five inches. That way, you will be the same height as Bethany.”
I’m certain my eyes bug out, both at the finish cinching comment, as well as the height of the heels she wants me to teeter around on. I’m still lost in thought when I realize she is already tightening the laces of my second boot. They fit well enough that they are comfortable enough, though, like my corset, something about them doesn’t feel quite right. Bit rings her bell, and an early teenage girl steps into the bedroom after a few moments. My hands fly up to cover my naked breasts. Bit pulls my hands off my breasts as she speaks to the girl.
“Anjie, send one of your minions to give Miss Millie a message. I will be bringing in a totally gorgeous full makeover to her shop in the morning. The woman will need a full wardrobe and spa treatment. Then, ask Yenjy if she will come into the bedroom. We can use her talents.”
“Yes, Betsy,” the young girl replies.
Anjie leaves, and I round on Betsy.
“Why did you force me to expose myself to the girl?” I demand.
“She is my lady’s maid in training,” Betsy tells me. “Anjie is in here most mornings helping me dress from full nude. You may as well get over your modesty right away, as several of my staff and friends will see you naked on a nearly daily basis starting after our bath in the morning. Often times they will bathe with us, if you allow it.
On top of that, Anjie is a very curious and clever young woman. Covering yourself will encourage her to figure out how to see what you are concealing sooner or later, so you may as well remove the temptation.”
I still glower at her, though I can see her point. I’m just not ready to let her know I’m conceding yet. At least I don’t relent with my glower until she leans in and nails me with a gentle, nibble-rubbing, soul-scorching kiss. This is the position Yenjy finds us in when she enters the bedroom.
“I didn’t know you were inviting me in to watch you two make out,” Yenjy says. “If you did, I expect you to allow me to participate.”
I’m sure my face turns beet red. Betsy, of course, makes light of it.
“Mhmm, there’s a thought,” Betsy coos. “Maybe another time. I asked you to give me a hand with Eliesse. She’s never worn a corset or heels before.”
Maybe another time? Would this incredibly beautiful Mundi woman really want to make out with me?
“I see,” Yenjy says. “That’s somewhat disappointing. Don’t be surprised if you see Danys and Brenda walking somewhat bow-legged tomorrow.”
Did seeing Betsy and me kissing tit-to-tit really excite her so much that she’s going to ravish and wear out two women tonight? Now I’m very intrigued. Yenjy smiles at me in a way that lets me know she’s enjoying my desire. What has Betsy done to me? Is this what it feels like to be a wanton strumpet? I realize they have been talking during my musing as I regain awareness of their conversation.
“… I should come with you to Miss Millie’s in the morning then,” Yenjy finishes.
“I expect so,” Bit responds. “I’ll get started on her hair. If you would, please take care of her feet and find a proper dinner dress that will fit her while I do. We’ll try and figure out her cosmetics after that.”
“I’d be happy to.” Yenjy then gives Betsy a familiar peck on the lips.
I wonder why I don’t feel jealous that another woman just kissed my girlfriend in front of me. Come to think of it, what I felt when I saw Bit kissing Muns was a desire to be part of that kiss. I didn’t understand that feeling then, but after this morning and afternoon, I understand it now. My only negative back then was wondering if either of them wanted the other more than they wanted me.
I feel something happening with my hair, and I look in the mirror. I see Betsy is brushing out my tight curls. Based on her expression, she wants to have her fingers in my hair almost as much as she wants to have sex. Then she grabs a large hairbrush and continues, to my delight.
The intimate feel of her grooming my hair calms and warms my soul. It warms somewhere else, too, but I try to ignore that. My puss has gotten more than enough attention for the time being. Thank you very much. Still, I know the only thing that is saving Betsy from being ravished is Yenjy’s presence.
There is a sudden warmth in one of my feet. When I cast my gaze down, Yenjy has my booted foot grasped in both of her hands. After a few moments, she moves over to my other foot, and I feel the same warmth. I’ve yet to try and stand in my boots, but I somehow know, I won’t feel any discomfort now when I do.
Yenjy then puts her hands around my narrowed waist and the warmth from her hands comes again. All lingering discomfort from my stays disappears, and I look at Yenjy with astonishment. I can’t help responding to the gentle kiss Yenjy lays on my lips. Betsy doesn’t even break the rhythm of her brushing during the kiss. When I realize what I’m doing, I look at Betsy in the mirror with guilt written all over my face. She smiles back at me with an expression of approval.
My look of doubt must not have cleared fast enough for Betsy’s satisfaction. She stops brushing my hair long enough to gently turn my head towards her. She initiates a kiss that starts much as my kiss with Yenjy started. Then she does what I now realize I wanted Yenjy to do and softly parts my lips with her tongue. Mine leaps forward to meet hers in desperate desire. I relax back into her, and then, with a quick caress of one of my bare nipples, she goes back to brushing my hair.
Wait, I was topless when Yenjy kissed me? Why didn’t she caress my nipples? Oh, goddess, get my mind out of my cleft. I’ve just been thoroughly and emphatically made love to for the first time ever. I never felt desire for a woman before this morning. Now, I’ve made love to and been made love to by a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman who is my girlfriend. Why am I lusting after another woman right now?
“The curse of being a Helladane woman is endless lust,” Betsy says to me as if reading my mind. “The blessing of being a Helladane woman is the ability to control that lust.”
“I’m only half-Helladane,” I reply. “I think I only got the curse and not the blessing.”
Betsy giggles, “Believe me, if you didn’t get the blessing, Yenjy would be gleefully making love to you right now.”
Betsy giggles again at my whimper as I cast my gaze on the open closet door where Yenjy has escaped to.
“Does the desire ever fade?” I ask.
“Oh goddess, I hope not,” Betsy says. “But it becomes much easier to live with. Especially when you have someone in your life. Several someones can be even better. Trust me on that.”
With a strangled groan of frustration, I lean back into Betsy. My nipples may get a little more finger attention at this point. We hear a rustle from Betsy’s closet, and we quickly separate with a lingering caress and a shared quiet giggle. All too soon, Yenjy exits the closet with a mass of clothing lovingly gathered in her arms.
“Are you two done yet?” Yenjy asks.
“Almost,” Besty answers.
Betsy and I share a smile in the mirror. I was almost done, but now I revel in the simmer I feel bubbling away in my loins.
“Really?” Yenjy exclaims. “There is no way I was in your closet for that long.”
“Oh, get your mind out of the gutter,” Betsy retorts. “We just shared a quick kiss and cuddle, along with the nipple attention you failed to apply when you tried to seduce her.”
“You couldn’t wait on that?”
“Elliesse was worried that I would be upset by her liking you kissing her. I was only disappointed by your refusal to take advantage of her clearly engorged assets.”
Yenjy looks down at the still-engorged nipples in question and licks her lips. My face blushes down past the nipples in question. She starts to move slowly toward me, zeroing in on the object of her desire.
“Too bad the moment has passed you by,” Betsy says.
“You’re right, I’ll be more mindful in the future,” Yenjy says as she straightens.
They both giggle at my cry of despair.
“You really wouldn’t have minded watching me kissing her nipples?” Yenjy asks Betsy.
Betsy snorts, “You know exactly how that would make me feel.”
Yenjy smirks back at her.
“So, what are you going to do with her hair?” Yenjy asks, now ignoring my predicament.
“Something simple for now.”
Right in the middle of Betsy’s answer, Yenjy quickly snakes her head around, surrounds my nipple with her soft, generously-sized lips, and quickly flicks her tongue across the tip of my nipple a few times, then does the same to my other breast to even out the attention.
Betsy never stops talking through Yenjy’s actions, nor does she stop as she lightly bops Yenjy on the tip of her nose with the back of the hairbrush.
“I expect Aunt Millie’s girls will know best what to do with this glorious mass of beautifulness,” Betsy says.
“I expect your right,” Yenjy answers, as she needlessly rubs the tip of her nose, unrepentantly grinning.
“Please find me a length of the wide green ribbon,” Betsy requests.
“Okay,”
I feel Besty start to separate my hair into a few large tufts while Yenjy is rustling around on the table in front of the mirror.
“Any time now, nipple-napper,” Betsy teases Yenjy.
Yenjy sends a wide, happy smile back at Betsy. Then she pulls a longish piece of rich green ribbon out of a small drawer and gives it to Betsy. I feel my girlfriend start to weave the ribbon through and around the separate tufts, then she wraps the ribbon back through my hair on the other sides of the tufts. Lastly, my love pulls the ribbon tight and ties a knot.
Betsy moves back from me, much to my disappointment, and holds up a hand mirror. This allows me to see how she has woven the ribbon through my hair, right at mid-neck level and tied it into a perfect bow knot. The ends of the ribbon evenly dangle down to just below my shoulders. I like it very much. Next, both of them move in front of me and start applying stuff to my face. They go through a fair amount of trial and error in the process.
At one point, Yenjy asks me, “How did you get your complexion so fair?”
“I doubt her face has received full sunlight for a long time,” Betsy answers for me. “She has kept her hair fully covering her features for years.”
“Oh, my dear, why have you hidden such beauty from the world?” Yenjy rhetorically asks.
Just about that time, they both lean back and inspect their work. They look at each other, smile, and nod. Then they step aside, and I can see the mirror. I quickly look around for the beautiful woman I see there before realizing it’s me. My mouth falls open, and even with that expression, I feel a desire for myself. I quickly close my mouth, when I realize what desire a man would have for that expression.
Yenjy reaches down and holds both her hand out to me. As stunned as I am, I take them without thinking. She pulls me to my feet, and something feels a little off. She keeps one of my hands and starts walking me across the room, and it quickly comes to me. I’ve still got the stilts under my heels. As soon as I realize that, I, of course, stumble.
I try walking without thinking about it, and I feel much more stable on my feet. My guide walks me around the room for several minutes before she lets go of my hand. I look at her uncertainly until Yenjy gestures for me to continue. I start walking around.
Every time I turn away from them, I know Betsy and Yenjy are looking at my ass. I can feel it sway more than normal due to the heels. I know I will purposely sway my butt even more once I get some real confidence with walking in these boots. Once I seem to be able to move with seeming confidence, my two admirers start to teach me the proper way to walk in heels.
After they seem satisfied that I won’t likely fall on my face, Yenjy calls me over to help her dress Betsy. First, we help her step into three frothy petticoats which are then covered by an exquisite green silk gown. The color of her gown matches my hair ribbon.
Then it’s my turn. First, my corset is tightened to a rib-crushing degree. The now familiar warmth of Yenjy’s hands removes any and all physical discomfort. I only get one of the petticoats over a soft cotton camisole. My dress is silk as well, but it is colored to nearly match Betsy’s deep hazel eyes. I preen for several minutes in front of a full-length mirror. I look like a woman I would have only admired in the past.
“I can’t do this,” I say in despair. “I’ll never carry off the deception.”
“You can’t now, but you will,” Betsy says. “You have a whole team of us that will make sure you do.”
“But why do I need to?”
“I mostly move in high society circles these days. As my girlfriend, that is where you will spend much of your time as well. I’ve heard Arem lament about your inability to move in those circles. He once said he would be able to justify paying you two or even three times what he pays you now if you could only move amongst the snobs.”
I snort with her characterization of the rich and powerful. More gold never hurts, I tell myself. I may as well give it a try. Betsy clearly sees the resolve on my face.
“Now, moving with a skirt and petticoats feels quite different than with just your lovely stocking-covered legs,” Yenjy says.
I swear my clit starts dancing when she calls my legs lovely. We start to walk around, and I instantly feel what she means as my petticoat swishes around my ankles and threatens to trip me up. I continue my practice with Yenjy at my side. A few minutes later, I regret concentrating on the floor as I hear a door shut behind me.
Chapter twenty-nine
Dinner and Miss Millie
When I look back in panic, I realize Betsy has just shut the bedroom door with all of us outside of it. My face is uncovered all the way back to my ears! We are in the great room with what looks to be her entire household smiling at me. I want to cover my face, but Betsy quickly moves up beside me and takes possession of my free hand.
“Everyone, please meet Elliesse,” Betsy introduces me.
The girl, Anjie, quickly comes up to me.
“Welcome to the family, Elliesse,” she says.
Anjie gently rests her hands on my shoulders and gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek before moving away.
The tiny, very beautiful woman is up next.
“Welcome, Elliesse. If you remember, I’m Danys,” she says before resting her fingers on my face and gently kissing me on the mouth.
My lips are still tingling, and my sight is somewhat hazy when I have a vision of a boulder falling off a mountain, headed straight for me. Then I realize the mountain is the largest man I’ve ever seen. He is bowing to me, and the boulder is his head.
“Welcome to our home,” he says.
His voice rumbles from the very marrow of the planet. My clit vibrates with every rumble of this extremely handsome man’s voice.
“I’m Charlie,” the man adds.
He kisses my forehead, and I almost whine out the question, ‘What’s wrong with my lips?’ but I accept his forehead kiss silently.
A moderately smaller man introduces himself next. His name is Sal, and he is intimidatingly good-looking in a dark sort of way. I expect he is primarily Etruvan. He, at least, seems to like my lips as his kiss lingers for a soul-straining second or two.
The next two are highly attractive maids. What is it with the adults in this household? My body seems to yearn for every one of them. I have the wicked thought of wondering if Betsy beds any of them, and will she share?
The maids introduce themselves as Amy and Heather. They merely curtsy to me, which I’m quite disappointed by. The next maid is Brenda, and after her curtsy, she gives me an even better kiss than Sal did. She skips over to the other two maids, and their three heads quickly come together in a flurry of whispers and giggles.
Teena, the fourth maid, and Dellen, the butler, kiss me on opposite cheeks. After they are done, I see them studiously try to not look at each other and I smile. There are two I won’t have between my legs. Good for them, too bad for me.
Once Dellen clears out of the way, Amy and Heather have inserted themselves back into line and claim their kisses. They might not be as good as Brenda’s, but one could starve on the difference.
