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At 7 of the evening on the day after my encounter with Mistress Pickles in her bedchamber, Jenkins came to my room and entered, as always, without knocking. I was wearing the new silk underwear I had been given. It was diaphanous and felt delicious against my skin. I was freshly bathed and my hair was pinned. I was rolling a stocking up my right leg as she entered and I looked up at her. ‘Continue.’ I ribboned the top of the stocking above my knee and then stood. I took a corset from my table and Jenkins came and laced it about me tightly, her hips pushing at my buttocks. I had grown to find her increasingly desirable and half-turned to kiss her but she merely pulled the laces even tighter and said, ‘Tonight you belong to another.’ She sounded angry and I obediently stood in silence as she slipped a fine petticoat down over my undergarments but left my breasts quite naked. She then buttoned me into a dark, red dress that cupped my small bosom, was laced to the waist and flowed to the floor. I was led to the salon. Mistress Pickles introduced me to the other girls, all attired more or less similarly to me except one who was dressed in masculine attire. There were five and I had noticed them all before but now was greeted Ataşehir Escort as a friend by all. They welcomed me into their conversation but, I observed, asked no questions of the normal social sort, such as my birth place or family history, but discussed items of clothing, the weather and other inconsequential matters. It was not until at least 8.30 that the first guest arrived. She too was greeted warmly and invited to sit. Wine was brought, served by Amy who was supervised by Jenkins, the perfect butler. My guest was the last to arrive. She looked stunning in a long dress of the darkest blue velvet which did not itself cover her breasts. Her bosom was covered by almost sheer white silk and the darkness of her nipples was readily visible. She sat with me and accepted wine. She seemed to have a certain excitement about her but kept her composure and entered into conversation with me, enquiring as to my age and health and commenting upon my clothing and appearance. I engaged in conversation with her as Mistress Pickles and Jenkins had advised me I should, complimenting her and making no enquiries concerning her identity nor her private life. We conversed genially and occasionally Ataşehir Escort Bayan she would touch but never immodestly. I noticed Miss Jenkins placing paper shades around the candelabra and the atmosphere in the salon became more intimate. A harp suddenly began to play from behind a screen in a back corner of the room and I alone seemed surprised. My Lady’s hand immediately found my thigh and rested there. As the music played one of the girls, Bella, stood and began to sway sinuously in time with the music, moving between the guests and performing before them. When she stood before my Lady she moved her hands to the bodice of her dress and pulled one lace. This had the effect of revealing two things; the first being that her bodice was not attached to her dress as it appeared to be and the second was that as the bodice fell open it revealed her large breasts, each nipple having a ring through it and between the rings, a chain. She cast her bodice to the floor and bent forward so that her breasts dangled deliciously before us as she continued her sinuous dance, the chain glistening in the subdued lighting. Another girl, Marie, the one who was dressed as a man somewhat Escort Ataşehir in the manner of Jenkins, stood and danced towards Bella. They danced together and then a third girl whom I knew to be Grace and who was entirely naked but for silk bloomers which were open at her privates revealing a dark triangle of sumptuous abundance joined them, she behind Bella, Marie in front. They swayed together and then Bella’s hands descended to Marie’s britches and fumbled there for a moment and, to gasps from the audience, extracted from within the britches’ embrace a dildo, like Miss Jenkins had revealed to me. She caressed it wantonly as, to yet another gasp, Bella’s skirts fell to the floor, clearly having been unfastened by Grace. The three girls separated and danced momentarily alone, Marie caressing her dildo, then they reassembled. Grace elegantly knelt before Bella’s cunny and Marie swayed behind Bella and although one could not clearly see I suspect she entered Bella as Grace buried her face between her legs, her hands reaching up to grasp and gently pull the chain which glistened between her breasts. My Lady’s hand was alternately gripping my thigh and stroking me, a sensation which was by no means unwelcome. The act of love which was being performed in front of us continued: Marie, still fully attired rocking her hips behind Bella and Marie pushing her face hard against Bella’s intimate parts. The music’s pace increased somewhat and assumed a more urgent pace and greater volume as did the moans of pleasure from Bella’s lips.