Discipline of the Private House

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her strap hanging from it, dropped to the floor. She unhooked the fastenings of the shiny black leather tunic.
    T know why you don't want to,' Jem said. 'You're concerned that your authority will be lessened in front of the others. And that it will reflect badly on me, because you are my right hand. But you needn't worry. They will all be jealous of you. And afterwards I'll make them do much more humiliating things with each other.'
    By now, Julia was naked but for her collar, her boots and her long gloves. In the orange glow of the firelight Jem could see little more of Julia than the slim outline of her body. It didn't matter: Jem knew every part of Julia, intimately. She had suckled at Julia's small brown nipples; she had licked the length of Julia's slim, muscular legs; many times she had whipped Julia's small round buttocks; she had plunged her tongue into Julia's prominent, deeply split pudenda and into the dark, deep cave of Julia's anus.
    'Sit in my lap,' Jem said. In a moment Julia's lithe body was pressed against her. Each woman held the other; their lips met. Jem felt at peace.
    'I love you, Jules,' she breathed.
    Julia nibbled her ear. 'And I you,' she whispered. 'You can trust me. Always.'
    Jem giggled. T can trust you to be lecherous,' she said. 'Move your legs apart.'
    Jem's fingers were already pushing into the gap between the tops of Julia's slim thighs. As Julia parted her legs, Jem slid her hand down to cup Julia's dark mound. The women kissed passionately; Jem's fingers parted Julia's outer lips and invaded the wet interior.
    'Ask me,' Jem said.
    Julia sighed, and tossed her mane of dark curls. 'Please, Mistress,' she said. 'Play with it.'
    The piercing had been Jem's idea. A small gold bar had been inserted horizontally in the hood of Julia's clitoris. It was small enough to be invisible most of the time, although Jem liked to try to spot the glint of gold in the midst of Julia's black pubic hair.
    When Julia was aroused, the bar rested on her tumescent clitoris. There was nothing Jem enjoyed more than playing with the little gold rod and watching Julia's face as desire overwhelmed her, softening her features, and made her mew like a kitten.
    Jem's fingers teased Julia's pubic curls. 'Wider,' she said. 'I want you wide open.'
    Julia pouted, and moved her right foot to rest towards the back of the arm of the chair. She drew up her left leg and placed her foot on the chair's seat.
    'That's better,' Jem said. Her fingers explored. 'Now your wet little cunt is open and I can easily put my fingers inside. And if I reach a little further down - Ah! Here's my favourite secret place.'
    Even after all this time, Jem thought, Jules still blushes and wriggles when I touch her anus. But then, I never tire of touching her there. Such soft skin in the channel between her buttocks. Such a deep, dark cleft, with the sensitive little hole almost out of reach.
    Jem had long since tired of trying to find a way satisfactorily to whip Julia's anus: the guard commander's buttocks were so firm and round, and the valley between them so deep, that even with Julia's thighs stretched and bound far apart it was difficult to land blows accurately with anything wider than the flimsiest cane. Instead, Jem had devised more intricate punishments, and Julia carried always at her belt a leather drawstring purse containing, for Jem's sole use, a selection of small brushes, plugs and probes.
    Now, however, Jem wanted the most intimate contact possible. Pushing her hand firmly between Julia's buttocks she began to rub and pinch between her fingertips the silk-soft crinkled skin.
    Julia had slid from sitting on Jem's knees to a position almost lying across Jem's lap. Julia was the taller and stronger of the two women, but she was devoted to her Mistress; Jem's touches and kisses and whispered commands reduced her to childlike helplessness. Now Jem leaned over her friend and grinned in a predatory fashion as she placed cushions under Julia's

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