Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

1802-1803 – Paris 

Sandra lay next to me sleeping. She had finally begun to sit next to me rather than at my feet. This was at least some progress but it had taken three months and she had shown little else in the way of freeing herself. Even sitting next to me she seemed uncomfortable, fidgety.

I rolled on my side and looked at her sweet face. She seemed so peaceful sleeping next to me, I was compelled to kiss her softly on the lips.

I contemplated my sweet Sandra as I lay in the darkness. And as I did, it became clear to me that she was bound in such chains as she may never be free. She may be destined to a life of subordination and servitude. Whatever Josephine had done to her could not be undone. It made me sad to know, but I felt sure I would relinquish the girl to her true mistress in all too short a time.

Sandra would always need a mistress. She would need one to control her, to guide her. I dressed her in fine dresses, fed her the finest foods, shared my bed with her, but she was no more free now than she had been in Josephine’s house.

I understood as I watched her sleep that she needed this. And then I understood too that if I were to win her I would have to become the mistress she so desperately wanted.

This left only one unanswered question. Should I use strong discipline and be harsh, or should I be gentle and pamper her like a child? She was so accustomed to Josephine that I thought I should learn to be firm with her. However, it simply was not in my heart to be harsh. I would have to win her with a loving hand. But even in my softness I must always let her know that I controlled her.

I closed my eyes with a new direction to move in. In the morning I would become her mistress, and I hoped that when Josephine returned Sandra would choose me.

In the morning I began our new arrangement, subtly. That day when we went into the parlor I had her sit at my feet while I played my guitar and sang. Once I finished I set the instrument aside and she laid her head in my lap.

I smiled as I sat stroking her hair. “Do you prefer this?” I ask.

“Miss?”

“To kneel before me.” She did not answer. I do not imagine that she knew the answer.

“Miss?” She said after a long silence.

“Yes, dear?”

“You once said that you could never love again… is that true?”

I remained quiet. I’d no answer for her. “You once said you loved me. Is that true?” I countered.

Sandra lifted her head from my lap and turned to look at me. When she saw my eyes she looked down, afraid to meet my gaze. “It is.”

She finally admitted this. It warmed my heart to hear it. Still, after so much time, she loved me.

“And the mistress? Do you love her as well?”

“I do, so much indeed, but it is different,” she replied, glancing up only for a moment. I caressed her cheek and she laid her head against my hand.

Different, that was good. However, that different love might be too powerful for me to overcome. It was a matter of having only a year to undo nearly a lifetime of training.

I understood what she expected of me, though. She saw herself as little more than an instrument of someone else’s whims. She expected me to use her for entertainment. I hated the thought, but I knew I must oblige this. However I knew I could do this in ways that would bring her some level of joy rather than discomfort. As I looked down at her, I contemplated what I might do.

I decided that I would begin after dinner. I had my maid, Josette, and she would make a perfect assistant in my taking of Sandra’s reins. I theorized that perhaps if I could wrest those reins from Josephine, I could quietly release them, letting her slowly discover herself.

“I want you to go and find Josette for me.” I told Sandra. She bowed her head and stood, hurrying off.

A minute later she returned with the servant girl in tow. “Go now, Sandra,” I said. “I shall find you when I am done.”

She curtsied and left. I was surprised at how easily she had fallen into her role as my subordinate. All I had done was have her kneel before me, and now she was fully prepared to serve me in any way I might ask.

“Madame?” the maid said once Sandra was gone.

“That girl,” I started, “she is more dear to me than I could ever describe… but that is not enough for her. She must be kept in bondage to feel safe, to be able to love.”

My attention turned fully to the maid, Josette. “I must play unfortunate games with her so that she will choose me when her year is up. I must do things I do not necessarily want to do, and I need your help.”

“Madame?”

“Will you let me use you?” I looked long at her. “For my… games?”

“Games, madame?”

“Of the sort we played at my party.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Madame!” she gasped. “With Sandra?”

“Indeed. And I will begin straightway but I felt I must warn you of what is to come. Besides, why be so shocked? It is not as if you have not already been with her.” There was a long silence.

“Oui, madame,” she finally said with a curtsy, then hurried away.

I shuddered. Was I awful, I wondered? To use my maid so and to do what I was contemplating with my very lover? I sat alone for a long time, awash in guilt for all the things that I would do. All the consolation I could find in it was that perhaps Sandra eventually would choose me.

After dinner I led Sandra up to our room. There I had Josette draw a bath for us both and we sat in my large tub quietly soaking. Once I felt the day’s tensions melting away, I sat up and took a washcloth. I bathed Sandra, caressing her as if I were making love to her. Once finished, I washed myself then stood from the tub and began to dry off.

I helped my lovely Sandra from the bath, and naked we crossed the room to where a single nightgown lay on my bed. I donned this. Sandra said nothing. She simply stood, keeping her eyes lowered.

I placed my hands upon her shoulders and instinctively she knelt before me. Sandra turned her face up toward me and I gazed down upon her. She seemed to tremble in anticipation. This was what she wanted. For her, the true joy in lovemaking came not from her own climax, but instead from being made to serve.

“Serve me.”

She lifted my gown and leaned in, covering my sex with her mouth. She pushed her fingers into my folds and I felt myself grow weak on my feet. I coaxed her around until I could lie back on the bed.

Sandra was an expert lover. She lapped at my clitoris and reached her fingers deep within me, curling them as she pulled them out and brushing them across the patch of flesh just behind my pubic bone.

I wanted to be in her place. I loved the taste of another woman. But for now I would have to content myself with Sandra’s attention.

The girl sucked my sex, running her tongue across the knot of flesh that brought me the most pleasure. I rocked my hips, folding my knees over her shoulders. I drew her closer and she seemed to welcome it.

I was aching for release but she was drawing it out. She would stop or change her rhythm as I drew close to a climax, causing the tension to diminish again until at last her new rhythm brought me close.

I was moaning, and as I did her movements grew faster. “Yes,” I whispered. “Do it now.” I tightened my legs on her shoulders and she began pumping her fingers in and out of me furiously.

She continued on this way until my orgasm burst forth, causing me to arch my back and cry out. I could feel my sex spasming around her fingers as she pressed her tongue hard on my clitoris. She had her fingers buried deep within me, but still I pushed forward trying to draw them deeper.

Slowly Sandra withdrew from me, and I relaxed against the bed. I was breathing deeply, enjoying the sensations moving through me.

The dildo. I would use it on her. It would keep her subservient, but it would allow me to pleasure her.  I would have much preferred to bring her to climax with my tongue and fingers, but I knew I had to do what would most excite her, and making her submit to me was what I was sure she wanted.

Sandra remained on her knees before me. I sat up and looked at her with a smile. “Absolutely wonderful, my dear.” I said. I cradled her chin in my hand. “And what should I do for you, child?”

She blushed and lowered her head.

“Rise,” I commanded.

She stood, keeping her eyes on the floor.

“I think I know.” I reached beneath the bed and withdrew the bag containing my dildo. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, though she averted them from me.

I donned the device and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply. I lowered her to the bed, keeping my lips to hers. My tongue explored her mouth and my hands explored her flesh. I cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with my thumbs.

Sandra moaned softly, her eyes closed, as I kissed her neck and throat. She stroked my back with her fingers and I could feel her nails dragging on my flesh. “My mistress,” she whispered absently.

I smiled. Whether she had meant me or Josephine, it was good enough. She was being treated as she wished to be. I kissed her belly and her sides. I nibbled and licked her nipples and breasts. Her lips seemed to silently move as I lavished my affections on her. But when I drew close enough, I could hear a whisper. She was saying something, so softly and so fast I could not begin to understand.

I reached between her legs, pushing my fingers into her sex, then pulling them out and tasting them. I could not do what I most wanted to, but I could at the very least enjoy that slight indulgence.

I kissed her mouth again, pinching her bottom lip between my own lips and pulling slightly at it as we parted. I could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was growing more stimulated with ever moment.

Was this what the mistress did to her when they were alone, I wondered? Instead of punishing or using the girl to satisfy a whim, did she instead make love to her?

“I want you, my mistress,” Sandra said quietly. She opened her eyes and very nearly met my gaze. “I beg of you, fuck me,” she urged in a breathy whisper.

‘My mistress,’ I thought to myself. I almost hated to hear her say it. It made me ache to think that she saw me in such a role. Yet I did not deny her. I kissed Sandra deeply as I rubbed the dildo between her legs. She raised her hips to greet it, and seeing no reason to torture her I pushed the device into her sex.

Sandra drew a deep breath and her eyes fluttered shut. “Yes, my mistress,” she whispered.

We were moving in time with one another. I drove the device deep within her and she tightened her arms about me each time. As we grew faster, she wrapped her legs about my waist and used them for leverage to pull us tighter together.

“Tell me, girl,” I said to her. “Tell me what you want.”

She nodded her head absently. “Yes, mistress, oh yes, I beg you, harder… deeper.” She was panting. “Fuck me harder, mistress!”

I did my best to fulfill the request, driving the device in deeply and with force. She grunted and moaned with each thrust. She dug her fingernails into my behind as I began driving so deep that I thought surely I would hurt her.

“More!” she begged.

I was afraid I would injure her, but I did as she asked. I would have suffered anything for the girl, done anything she asked. I would even now take the glove for her, take any humiliation Josephine could dream up if it would please her. However, I had never thought that to please her she would have to be the one being degraded.

Sandra began to cry out, nearly screaming with each thrust, until at last she pulled hard on my behind and tightened her legs across my back, driving me deep and holding me there only a moment before allowing me to pick up the rhythm again.

She was thrashing her head and arching her back. She pushed hard against the phallus, and tightened her grip on me even further. I had never seen a woman in such orgasmic ecstasy before. I felt ashamed that I had never known such an exquisite joy, nor given it to any other.

When Sandra finally relaxed and her body went limp, I gently removed the dildo from inside her and took it off. I placed it on the night table and lay down next to her. “What a wonderful joy you are,” I said.

She blushed and moved close to me, burying her head against my chest. “It’s never been like that,” she said quietly.

That should have made me happy I am sure. However it only gave me mixed feelings. Of course I was happy, but I was sad as well. Sad that I would have to treat her so to elicit such reactions from her in the future.

 

* * * * *

 

For the next few months I dominated her. During the days, I was busy acquiring my third ship. At night, I showered Sandra with adoring control. I had begun to use Josette, having my lover service her most nights.

Sandra wore fine velvet and silk dresses and accompanied me everywhere I went. So it was no surprise that she should be at my side when the Madame invited me to meet with her at her home.

“Madame,” I said, curtsying low. Sandra followed suit. Annabelle rarely spoke to me in English anymore, since my French had improved so much. However with Sandra there she would not have, anyway.

“This is Josephine’s maid, is it not?” she asked me in French.

“Oui.”

Sandra understood enough to have gotten the question. She bowed her head slightly.

“She is in your employ now?”

“No, Madame. She is not. She is…” I hesitated.

“Say it, dear. She is your lover. Among our type, such things are not unheard of. No, we must take our love wherever we find it. It simply would not do to discriminate.”

She looked Sandra over. “Lovely girl.” Her attention then focused fully on me. “I would like to start shipping my Champagne to America. I understand you have a number of ships.”

“Two. I’ll have a third by the end of the year.”

“When you have it, I would like to contract with you. I have made arrangements that would guarantee an income for the ship year round.”

“Madame?” I said, surprised.

The woman nodded her head. She then presented me with a cigar, and offered one to Sandra as well, but she did not accept.

“I will ship for you,” I told her.

She nodded and smiled, as if she seemed to know I would not pass up her offer. After all, she was Annabelle La Granade. That alone meant I mustn’t refuse.

“And in the return, you can bring back tobacco,” she continued. “It will mean a little more time at sea, since the ship will have to land at three different ports, but the money will reflect that.”

“You’re too gracious,” I said, trying to adequately thank her.

She drew on her cigar and sat quietly for some time. “I did not think you would turn out like Josephine,” she said.

“Madame? I don’t understand.”

“Sandra, child. To dominate her as you must.”

“I would not do so if she did not need it,” I replied.

“But you wanted to set her free?”

I nodded my head.

“Josephine is skilled at what she does,” said the Madame. “Give your lover what she expects, Elizabeth. If there is anything I know about life in my advanced years, it is that you cannot expect someone to be something they are not.”

“But she was made this way,” I said quietly.

“Perhaps. But it is what she is now, and you must accept that.”

I understood, but I much preferred the idea of setting Sandra free.

 

* * * * *

 

The time passed slowly. Weeks grew into months, and I found myself growing becoming comfortable with the things I had to do to please Sandra. I remembered that years before I had gotten but a taste of what it might be like to have a slave at my beck and call, and then it had seemed romantic to me. The reality, however, was not at all so. I felt guilt, as if I was taking advantage of her.

Yet, when we made love and I looked into her eyes, I saw that she was happy. This alone brought me joy. A guilty joy, but still it was joy. I knew how to please my darling Sandra, and I enjoyed knowing that she was greatly satisfied whenever we indulged our passions.

It was evening, I had been drinking absinthe with Sandra for a time when I rang the bell for Josette. I was having very wicked thoughts as I sat on my sofa with Sandra’s head in my lap. I gently stroked the girl’s hair, and she glanced up when my maid came to stand before me.

“Josette, dear,” I began somewhat drunkenly, “I think I should like some special entertainment tonight.”

Sandra raised her head and smiled up at Josette. Even if the maid did not know what was to come, Sandra did.

“Madame?” asked Josette, with a slight frown.

“I think that I should like for you to entertain me.” I smiled up at her. She looked curious, but when Sandra stood and approached her, she took on an expression of understanding.

“Don’t be afraid,” Sandra whispered as she stroked my maid’s cheek.

Josette swallowed hard and closed her eyes. I watched as Sandra eased the girl to the floor. She began kissing the maid gently, trying to help her to relax.

“Madame?” Josette asked of my lover.

Sandra paused and nodded to her.

“Are you sure?” the young girl whispered.

“Shh… of course I am.” She covered Josette’s mouth with hers and kissed her deeply. The maid closed her eyes as she drew her hands up Sandra’s back.

Sandra pulled at my maid’s clothing until she managed to get the dress off of her. She then began removing her own garments.

Naked, she pressed her body against Josette’s. I watched, feeling my own excitement rise, while Sandra kissed her way along the maid’s body. Josette dragged her nails along my lover’s back and this seemed to garner a reaction from Sandra.

Sandra spent a time kissing and licking Josette’s small breasts. She cupped them and teased them, eliciting moans from my maid.

My lover kissed along Josette’s sides and across her belly as she made her way steadily lower. I felt my anticipation growing until at last Sandra pressed her face between the girl’s legs, lapping at her sex.

Josette moaned and arched her back, lifting herself to Sandra’s touch. My lover pushed her fingers deep and moved them out quickly, then sucked feverishly at Josette’s sex. The girl was rocking her hips and had brought her knees up, laying her legs over Sandra’s back.

My lover worked faster and faster as Josette lay moaning and grunting. Her breath was shallow and rapid, and I could sense that her climax was very near.

When at last Josette cried out, I watched Sandra as she suckled my maid’s clitoris and drew out her orgasm for as long as she could.

Sandra sat back and smiled down on Josette. The maid lay looking up at us, seemingly satisfied, though she tried not to show it.

My lover coaxed the girl to sit, and they kissed again. Sandra lay back and pulled the girl on top of her.

I could not stand it any longer now, and slid from the sofa to the floor. I eased Josette over to the side and began kissing my lovely Sandra, who tried to pushed herself up to take her place between my legs, but I stopped her. No, I wanted Josette to satisfy me, though it did diminish my standing as mistress to gratify my lover myself. I had not tasted her since leaving Josephine’s home and I would have it tonight.

I lay down and positioned Sandra on top of me. I held her breasts in my hands and teased her nipples as I waited for her to lower her sex to my waiting lips.

Behind her, Josette kissed and caressed my breasts. I pulled Sandra’s sex to my lips and covered her clitoris with my mouth, suckling on it. She immediately began rocking her hips and I pushed my tongue as hard as I could against her.

Josette slowly made her way down my body to my sex where she lapped at my folds and my magical knot. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations of performing my favorite kiss, as it too was performed on me.

Josette’s fingers pushing into me caused me to shudder, but I continued to suckle my darling Sandra’s clitoris and lap at her folds.

Sandra was rocking against my face and moaning loudly. I dug my fingers into my lover’s thighs and my eyes rolled. Josette’s ministrations were working their magic on me, and I knew I would climax at any moment.

I was trying to stretch it out though. I wanted to wait until the pleasure exploded out of Sandra.

I could feel that she too was drawing close, and I began suckling her clitoris harder and pressing my tongue against it. Sandra rubbed her hands over her breasts and her head lolled forward. Her eyes suddenly opened and she cried out. She ground against my lips slow and hard.

Almost as soon as Sandra climaxed, my own orgasm burst forth. I held my lover’s thighs tighter and this seemed to excite her. She was shuddering and moaning over me as I arched my back and pressed my sex against Josette’s face and fingers.

Sandra rolled off of me. I coaxed Josette to lay on top of me and I kissed my wetness from her lips, then rolled on my side to look at Sandra.

“I love you, my mistress,” she whispered.

I smiled at her, but I was sure she was not nearly as satisfied as she would have been had I forced her to satisfy me.

I hated to move. I wanted to remain lying there, but the floor was hard, even covered by my fine Persian rug. I coaxed both girls to their feet and led them to my room where we piled into my bed.

The following morning, Josette was up with the dawn. Although she tried to get out of bed without waking anyone, I found myself watching her as she frantically searched the room for something to cover herself with so she could go down to retrieve her dress from the parlor.

“No one will see you,” I said, sitting up.

She startled. “Forgive me, madame. I did not mean to wake you.”

“Don’t think of it.” I turned and let my legs fall over the edge of the bed. “Darling, just go and get your dress.”

Josette looked stricken, but she bowed her head and hurried out of the room. I contemplated getting out of bed. In the end, though, I pulled the covers back over myself and snuggled close to Sandra.

The maid returned some time later and began to prepare my bath. When she had finished, she opened my heavy curtains and I opened my eyes, realizing I would not fall back asleep.

“Your bath is ready, madame,” Josette said as she walked past my bed, seeing I was awake.

I smiled at her and sat up, gently nudging Sandra. “Time to wake, little princess,” I whispered.

Half asleep, she smiled and turned to look up at me. “Good morning, mistress,” she said quietly.

I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Our bath is ready.”

Sandra and I bathed together before breakfast, getting out of the tub only a few moments before Josette came to my room with our tray.

While we were eating, Josette left and soon returned with a paper in her hand. “Madame, this is the guest list for your party,” she said, handing it to me.

“Already?” I said, mostly to myself. “Seems only yesterday that…”

I trailed off as I read the names on the list. Everyone was accounted for, but I wanted one more. She was a girl who had been coming to my tavern, the Velvet Pony, alone for some time. I did not know her well, but I knew enough to know that she would likely fit right in with the more… indulgent of my friends.

I handed the list back to Josette. “Send an invitation to Sasha as well.”

“Madame? Sasha?”

“Never mind, dear. Simply prepare an invitation and I will deliver it to her at my tavern.”

Continue on to Chapter 15