She spread her own legs. She smiled up at me, a devilish grin overcame her. Her eyes lidded and she sighed a little as she stroked the leather inserts between her legs.
“I like the feel of leather on my skin,” she purred, “and these inserts will serve us well when we mount this morning.”
She emphasized her words in a husky voice. I could not take my eyes off of her intimate stroking.
“The kid leather insures that our legs will not chaff on the horses sides, the barrel of a horse, and the tactile nature of leather insures a good gripping. It’s as if you are attached, as if you are one with the mount, and with the horse’s rocking movements. I find it quite pleasing.”
She winked at me. “You do like a feeling of pleasure. Don’t you Sibyl?”
“Oh yes My Lady.” I almost shouted, and we both bust in girlish laughter at my response.
“Step forward a bit dear, one last thing.”
I waddled toward her and we both giggled at my unnatural movement, my legs spread so wickedly apart. I watched the slow and deliberate movement of her arm. I thought, oh my God, she’s not going to…
She cupped her hand and raised it ever so slowly until my pussy lips lay sweetly in her graceful palm. It seemed forever until she spoke. My face was crimson. My knees were twitching. Finally she spoke.
“The leggings must be tightly fitted. Particularly here in the most delicate of places.” She touched her own sex with her free hand. “Any unwanted friction between our legs is to be avoided.” She removed her hand from me, purposely dragging her fingers over my pouting lips as she did so.
My Lady stood and faced me. “Are you alright Sibyl? You’re trembling. Tell me.”
A small tear hung to my eyelash. I was so turned on by her touch that I feared that my awful secret would betray me on my first encounter with her. I feared that I would begin to heave in a violent thrashing climax at her touch.
“I’m just so very happy My Lady, please forgive me. You have been so kind to me…”
Lady Julia smiled, stood and opened her arms. I fell into her arms choking back on my lust and whimpering through my tears of joy. She held me for a full minute in silence until I recovered. I looked up at her. She kissed my forehead.
“Get yourself some tea dear.” She patted my cheek. “Sit down and I’ll brief you on today’s agenda.”
Chapter 5:
Most Intimate Instructions
I made my tea, light with lots of cream, set it down and seated myself across from My Lady, she in the brocade wingback chair, and I on a complimentary chair, one covered in a rose velvet. We looked to be a pair of Ladies of the English aristocracy preparing for the mornings hunt. I was excited.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing the Estate My Lady. Thank you for doing this for me. I want so much to do a good job as your assistant.”
“Well, let us begin then.” She pointed to an ottoman that sat to the side of where we were seated. She then motioned to her booted foot. I rose and shuffled the ottoman to her and she rested her crossed ankles upon the cushions.
“Your position is Executive Assistant to Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau. Let’s be clear on that. I want you to feel comfortable and responsible with that title.”
“Oh My Lady…!”
She stopped me in mid-sentence. “I’m not conferring a title that is selected with any frivolity Sibyl. Indeed a few of your predecessors found the responsibility to be quite taxing, even painful on occasion.”
She sipped her tea. “Are you strong enough for the position?”
I thought about her question. In a short time I had learned that My Lady did not ask frivolous questions. So I wanted to be forthright, I wanted my answer to be crisp.
“I knew my instincts were spot on with you Sibyl.” She clapped her hands with delight.
“My Lady, I don’t understand? What have I done?”
“Intelligence,” She said. “You were organizing your thoughts before you made a careless response. I like that,
“I like the feel of leather on my skin,” she purred, “and these inserts will serve us well when we mount this morning.”
She emphasized her words in a husky voice. I could not take my eyes off of her intimate stroking.
“The kid leather insures that our legs will not chaff on the horses sides, the barrel of a horse, and the tactile nature of leather insures a good gripping. It’s as if you are attached, as if you are one with the mount, and with the horse’s rocking movements. I find it quite pleasing.”
She winked at me. “You do like a feeling of pleasure. Don’t you Sibyl?”
“Oh yes My Lady.” I almost shouted, and we both bust in girlish laughter at my response.
“Step forward a bit dear, one last thing.”
I waddled toward her and we both giggled at my unnatural movement, my legs spread so wickedly apart. I watched the slow and deliberate movement of her arm. I thought, oh my God, she’s not going to…
She cupped her hand and raised it ever so slowly until my pussy lips lay sweetly in her graceful palm. It seemed forever until she spoke. My face was crimson. My knees were twitching. Finally she spoke.
“The leggings must be tightly fitted. Particularly here in the most delicate of places.” She touched her own sex with her free hand. “Any unwanted friction between our legs is to be avoided.” She removed her hand from me, purposely dragging her fingers over my pouting lips as she did so.
My Lady stood and faced me. “Are you alright Sibyl? You’re trembling. Tell me.”
A small tear hung to my eyelash. I was so turned on by her touch that I feared that my awful secret would betray me on my first encounter with her. I feared that I would begin to heave in a violent thrashing climax at her touch.
“I’m just so very happy My Lady, please forgive me. You have been so kind to me…”
Lady Julia smiled, stood and opened her arms. I fell into her arms choking back on my lust and whimpering through my tears of joy. She held me for a full minute in silence until I recovered. I looked up at her. She kissed my forehead.
“Get yourself some tea dear.” She patted my cheek. “Sit down and I’ll brief you on today’s agenda.”
Chapter 5:
Most Intimate Instructions
I made my tea, light with lots of cream, set it down and seated myself across from My Lady, she in the brocade wingback chair, and I on a complimentary chair, one covered in a rose velvet. We looked to be a pair of Ladies of the English aristocracy preparing for the mornings hunt. I was excited.
“I’m really looking forward to seeing the Estate My Lady. Thank you for doing this for me. I want so much to do a good job as your assistant.”
“Well, let us begin then.” She pointed to an ottoman that sat to the side of where we were seated. She then motioned to her booted foot. I rose and shuffled the ottoman to her and she rested her crossed ankles upon the cushions.
“Your position is Executive Assistant to Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau. Let’s be clear on that. I want you to feel comfortable and responsible with that title.”
“Oh My Lady…!”
She stopped me in mid-sentence. “I’m not conferring a title that is selected with any frivolity Sibyl. Indeed a few of your predecessors found the responsibility to be quite taxing, even painful on occasion.”
She sipped her tea. “Are you strong enough for the position?”
I thought about her question. In a short time I had learned that My Lady did not ask frivolous questions. So I wanted to be forthright, I wanted my answer to be crisp.
“I knew my instincts were spot on with you Sibyl.” She clapped her hands with delight.
“My Lady, I don’t understand? What have I done?”
“Intelligence,” She said. “You were organizing your thoughts before you made a careless response. I like that,
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