Agent kingdom of maidenh.., p.32
Agent: Kingdom of Maidenhead Book Two, page 32
A young girl curtsies in front of me and looks up at me with impossible light-grey eyes. I bend down from my hips and kiss her forehead after she introduces herself as Moira.
The last to greet me is an even younger boy. He is staring at me with wide eyes and a gaped-open mouth.
“Teddie, it’s not nice to stare,” Betsy says.
“But she’s so beautiful,” Teddie blurts out.
“Yes, she is, and she will come to enjoy being admired for it someday. But it’s not proper for a young man to ogle.”
Teddie’s eyes start to brim, just a little, with tears. “I’m sorry, Miss Elliesse,” he stammers out.
I get down on one knee and open my arms to him. He falls into my embrace, holding me tightly with his thin, boyish arms around me for a few moments. When I release him, he steps back with a happy smile on his face. I catch his cheeks with my palms and lean in to give him a motherly kiss on the mouth. After, his lips open into a wide gap-toothed grin.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” Charlie rumbles out before he heads off with Teena in his wake.
I really need to find a way to have a long conversation with him. I could probably finish just from his voice. Anjie, Moira, and Teddie start setting the table and I get to sit with most all the yummy adults and get to know them. When dinner is ready, the conversation is good, and the food is fantastic. After dinner is over, Betsy takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom.
She quickly strips me out of my dress, petticoat and camisole. Then I remove the same garments off her and we fall into bed together. After a time, I find out she meant what she said about her finger prison. It must have imprisoned myself for at least two hours before I finally pass out from exhaustion.
I fall asleep with my fingers still trapped and my mouth still applied to her mons. I don’t wake up that way, though. I do wake up still wearing my corset and boots. How did I possibly fall asleep while wearing them?
What actually wakes me is Betsy. I’m lying on my back, with the most incredible feelings coming from between my legs. I look down and see Betsy’s hair as she ministers to my unconscious, now conscious desires. This is the best way I’ve ever woken up.
I reciprocate when she finishes me, and then we end up in the most incredible tub I’ve ever even heard of. Betsy was right yesterday when she called it her bathing pool. There is enough room to escape from her if I was foolish enough to want to try to. Washing each other with our bodies is ridiculously erotic.
When we finally get back to the bedroom, Anjie and all the household’s women except Teena are here. Before I know what she’s doing, Betsy removes my robe, and I’m suddenly naked in front of a room full of women and one girl. I’m pretty sure I didn’t blush, but I may have. If this had happened yesterday morning, I would have been red from head to toe. I’m almost disappointed Anjie is here. I’d gladly spread for any and all the rest if the younger girl was absent. Since she’s here, I end up being dressed.
Now I meet Elizabeth. She’s taller, narrower-waisted, and more elegant than Betsy. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but she talks differently than Betsy as well. She doesn’t quite intimidate me, but she isn’t as homey as Betsy. I still find her absolutely lovely. She is astonishingly beautiful, and I’m desperately in love all over again.
Now, Elizabeth leads me out of her penthouse. My hair is pulled back the same way as it was for dinner last night, and we’re headed out into public! She leads all the women out onto the street and over to Prince Street. This is a busy shopping street, and dozens of people see me. At first, I don’t understand their reactions as they stare at me, but then I realize they are looking at all of us. That means I fit in with all these beautiful women. This may be the first time I truly take in that I’m beautiful.
We stream into a shop. Elizabeth is first. She immediately greets the owner.
“Aunt Millie! It’s so good to see you,” Elizabeth says.
“Elizabeth, welcome,” Millie says. “I was happy to get your message yesterday. Who is our guest here?”
“This is Elliesse. She needs a full wardrobe. Her complexion is an issue because she’s hidden her face from the sun for so many years. Now that she will be exposing her face more, it should darken some.”
“I see.”
“Elliesse is my girlfriend and will need training to move in all circles of society.”
Miss Millie starts looking me over, measuring me with critical eyes. She smiles at me.
“I’m happy to meet you, Elliesse,” Miss Millie says. “You are absolutely lovely, my dear. Let’s get you in the back so I can get some measurements.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I acknowledge her direction.
She has me strip naked, and two of her girls help her take a ridiculously large number of measurements of my body. Then she takes me to another room that has all the other women laying back naked in chairs that have the occupants recline back into it.
They are all chattering away with each other as Millie’s girls work on their bodies. I’m seated in a chair next to Elizabeth’s. Two of the girls immediately start working on my hands and feet. The pampering isn’t as good as sex, but it’s still wonderful. What they do with my hair may be better than sex.
About an hour and twenty minutes later a very attractive Helladane woman comes storming in with thunder in her face. I realize she looks quite like Elizabeth.
“What do you mean by trying to break up with me by a note,” the woman demands of Elizabeth.
“Oh, Anne,” Elizabeth says. “I didn’t say we were breaking up. I said I need to concentrate on Elliesse for the time being.”
Anne? Is this the Queen? Is Elizabeth the Queen’s girlfriend? If she is, why would she go with me instead of her?
“That’s the same as breaking up with me,” Anne insists.
I can see that Anne is all but in tears. Elizabeth quickly gets out of her chair and takes Anne in her arms to soothe her. Anne starts sobbing, and several of the women surround her in a group hug. Now I’m quite uncomfortable. What have I done to Elizabeth’s household? Is this what I want for me? Do I want to see my naked girlfriend kissing an extremely beautiful woman in the middle of a puppy pile of naked women? Why is this making me rub my upper thighs together?
The group hug last for several minutes until apparently Anne gets control of herself. Now, Elizabeth holds her hands out to me to help me stand up.
“Elliesse, this is Empress Anne,” Elizabeth introduces us. “Anne, this is my girlfriend, Elliesse. She is known as Murmur when she’s actively working for Arem.”
Oh, my goddess, it is the Queen. Wait, Elizabeth introduced her as the Empress. Whichever it is, she is my monarch and ultimate boss. I curtsy to her. I realize after I start how absolutely ridiculous it will look since I’m fully naked. Anne’s laughter is a sound I will seek out whenever possible. She reaches out and lifts me up with a finger under my chin.
“Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you,” I say.
“You are right, Elizabeth,” Anne says to my girlfriend. “She is absolutely lovely. Elliesse, just call me Anne outside of formal situations,”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply to her.
Anne chuckles some, then says, “We’ll work on that, my dear. I can’t wait until Elizabeth decides to invite me back into her bed. If she waits too long, I’ll be so horny both of you won’t be able to satisfy me.”
I’m sure there is a look of astonishment on my face. I’m going to become the Queen’s lover? How can this be happening to me? One thing I’m not going to do is complain about it.
“Yes, Anne,” I say. I’m quite looking forward to it.
Anne steps up to me, embraces me, then kisses me. It’s a good thing she’s not naked right now, or we wouldn’t be waiting for Elizabeth to invite her to our bed, nor would we be waiting for a bed. These couch-like chairs look close enough for me.
We get back into our chairs. Anne strips herself and gets in the chair that is on the opposite side of me from Elizabeth. We start chatting, and soon I’m comfortable enough to realize Anne is a very lonely woman. I can see how important having a relationship with Elizabeth is to her.
We are here for quite some time, and we spend most of it visiting and gossiping. A light lunch is brought to us, and we continue our pleasurable spa time. All too soon, Miss Millie comes in and says my first set of clothing is ready. When she laces up the corset, I swear it is already tighter than the fully laced corset I was wearing this morning. A belief that is confirmed by the warmth from Yenjy’s hands going completely around my middle.
With as many women who seem to have their hands on me, I don’t even realize when different boots are laced onto my feet until I go to stand. I have to be trained all over again how to walk after more of Yenjy’s ministrations. When it is time, Elizabeth and Anne both work on my laces. Now I feel like both of them are giving me a continuous hug.
Once Yenjy has removed the scream of discomfort this monster is threatening to force out of me, I’m dressed in a lovely blue day dress with two petticoats under it. Once I can see myself in a full-length mirror, I immediately think impossible. My waist hasn’t been this small since I was ten, if then.
We leave the shop shortly after we’re all dressed, A squad of guards surrounds us. I see they are all wearing a heavy silver cuff bracelet on their left wrists, with a couple of them having different gemstones set in them than the rest. Instead of taking us home, Elizabeth takes us across the street and a short way down the block.
We enter a locksmith’s shop, and I’m introduced to Drea, the proprietress. She takes us to the basement and through a hidden door. Here, I’m given a fortune in jewelry. Each piece is probably worth more than I’ve earned in my entire lifetime.
“So, Anne, what is with the bracelets that your guards are wearing?” I ask.
“It was Elizabeth’s idea,” Anne tells me. “The first time she brought me here to see Drea, she figured that my imperial guard should have something to set them apart from others who serve in the army. The gemstones set in them denote the individual’s rank.”
“I see.”
“It’s ironic that all of that jewelry is quasi-stolen.”
“I would likely have had it all in the end. It would just have been messier for the nation if I had done it all legally,” Elizabeth says.
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”
Anne seals her statement with a kiss. Right here on busy Prince Street! How do I bring up to Elizabeth how much I want Anne? It probably won’t be best to tell her that part of it is how physically similar the two are. I don’t want her to believe that my desires are in anyway superficial. The Empress stays with us and comes into the penthouse with familiar ease, almost as if this is her home.
“Anjie, I expect you should get your charge’s suite prepared,” Elizabeth says.
“Yes, ma’am,” Anjie replies. “I’ll check on its progress. I sent a message to Moira and Teddie to see to it while we were still at Miss Millie’s.”
Her charge? I thought Elizabeth is her charge. Wait, is the Empress here frequently enough to have her own suite? What have I gotten myself into?
A short while later, I find that sitting in a dining chair with my new corset is much more comfortable than when I sat with my loaner corset. Anne insists on sitting beside me rather than the place of honor next to Elizabeth. My girlfriend looks at the two of us with an indulgent smile. After dinner we gather and talk in the great room. I’m still not sure how the three of us are able to sit comfortably on a loveseat meant for two. Nor do I know why I’m in the middle again.
Elizabeth finally takes me to bed after she shares an intimate goodnight kiss with Anne. One that has me tingling inside my panties. Then Anne’s goodnight kiss with me has me wondering if I’ve now ruined this pair of panties. I hardly notice as my panties disappear before Elizabeth and I are halfway across the bedroom, along with everything else except my foundation and footwear.
After the first frantic go-round, Elizabeth’s and my lovemaking this evening is much slower and gentler than last night. It is all the more sensuous for it. After a time, I’m laying partway across Elizabeth, and my head is resting on the front of her shoulder. My free arm is gently cradling her breasts.
“Elizabeth, how good of a lover is the Queen?” I hear myself ask.
“You mean Empress?” Elizabeth answers. “Since she made Bethany a Grand Duchess Imperial, she can put up with being an Empress.”
“Empress, fine. How good is she in bed?”
“I’m certain you’ll find out in due time.”
“When?” I blurt out.
“Impatient much?”
I blush in embarrassment, then admit, “I am, I guess. Sorry, all of that just spilled out. I don’t know what has come over me. Yesterday was the first time I’ve ever made love to anyone. Now, I seem to want to get in the pants of everyone I find attractive. Anne just seems intoxicating.”
Elizabeth lets out a gentle chuckle. She slides out from under me and gets up. Her outstretched hand is more a demand than assistance. I appreciate the assistance it provides, as I just about stumble when I stand to a still unaccustomed height. She leads me over to a closet and hands me a short robe. She goes to her closet and puts on a robe she finds there. Elizabeth takes my hand and leads me out of the darkened room.
She starts leading me down a hallway when we pass a nightlight. Elizabeth is ahead of me, and I can see her stocking tops and garters peeking out the bottom of her short robe. My robe can’t be that short, can it? Then I realize I’m looking through her robe!
I stop in shock. I’m still holding her hand, so my action pulls Elizabeth into a half-spin, leaving her facing me. I can easily see her breasts, including her finger prisons, through the diaphanous material. I look lower and see the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her mons. I cast my eyes further down and clearly see my own nipples. They are hard as rocks, pushing against the front of my robe.
“I can see right through my robe,” I whisper.
“I know,” Elizabeth quietly replies. “Why do you think I bought it for you.”
Then she moves into me, her rings pressing against my nipples in an absurdly enticing way. Elizabeth firmly kisses me for several moments.
When she leans back, she says, “Now come.”
I do exactly what she says, though likely not what she intended. It’s a good thing she still has a hold of me, as I likely would have collapsed to the ground. My knees are so weak. When I come to my senses, I see Elizabeth smiling a soft, quiet smile at me, as if she is taking pleasure in sharing my joy with me. After I can stand on my own again, Elizabeth leads me away. She turns down a dark hallway.
“Good evening, Erin,” Elizabeth says. “Congratulations on your promotion.”
“Good evening, Your Grace,” I hear an unseen voice say. “Thank you. The bump in rank was unexpected.”
“Is she engaged?”
“I expect so, ma’am. Likely quite pleasurably.”
“Did anyone leave?”
“Only Anjie, Ma’am. That was almost two hours ago.”
“Mhmm, she should just about be warmed up for me by now, then.”
I hear a little whimper from what must be a royal guardswoman. I don’t know for certain, as the hall is almost black.
Elizabeth leads me forward again. Then I hear a door softly close behind us. Soon a curtain is drawn from across the short hall we are in. We enter a dimly lit room beyond the curtain. Once inside, I see a very large bed with a pile of mostly naked female bodies. They are still all wearing their corsets and boots like I am. I’m starting to get a suspicious thought about that.
Elizabeth slinks across the room ahead of me. Her nearly nothing robe artfully slips off her body. I have to settle with taking mine off normally. I see Anne stare at Elizabeth as if my girlfriend is what is needed to keep the Empress alive. They come together and immediately intertwine. I’m not sure if I’m jealous or not. If I am, I’m not sure who I’m jealous of.
Before I go farther down that rabbit hole, a smiling Yenjy fills my vision, and she makes me forget all my negative feelings. I find myself lying on my back, with my head tilted back, and my mouth is open in ecstasy. I quickly find out that an open mouth in this home, is soon to be filled. It will either be stuffed with a tongue or something decidedly yummier. For me, it is Brenda, with something decidedly yummier.
When Brenda finally relents and rolls off my face, I look down and see Elizabeth’s golden-brown hair. I look around and see Yenjy and Elizabeth cuddled together, watching me with smiles. I look down in shock as I realize my Empress is gleefully munching on my muff.
She is also doing very good at it, extremely good in fact. So much so that my mouth soon needs to be filled again. At that point, I lay my head back and open my mouth just to see what ends up in it. A smiling Danys eagerly takes Brenda’s place. I’m sure she feels the smile on my face as I delight in snacking on her.
I wake in the morning to find myself half-smothered by two breasts. Their owners are lying on me in a way that keeps me trapped in my delightful predicament. I start nuzzling the breasts and exploring with my tongue. I eventually have two beringed nipples between my lips.
That means I’m trapped by my girlfriend and Empress. The moment I get their rings in the right position, I firmly bite down on their rings and start moving my mouth around. This draws a quick squawk and giggle from Anne and just a giggle from Elizabeth.
Chapter thirty
Dancing
Elliesse’s ministrations are delightful and lead to a wonderful end. Eventually, we make our way to the tub. Elliesse and I are in the center of the happy group of women moving down the hall, as we only have our wispy robes from last night. Anjie is in the bathroom, and she helps us finally get fully undressed. I ask her to swap out our night robes for day robes.
Bathing with a large group of women certainly has its appeal. After a while, Elliesse is sitting on Anne’s lap, leaning into her for a cuddle. Anne has her arm loosely draped around Elliesse’s waist. Two of her fingers are lightly dancing across my girlfriend’s hood, keeping her at a low simmer.
