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The Matriarch... Finale - Posted at 10:31 PM on Sep. 22, 2006 by Toolbox “Before we open the door. Remember, you’re all married and you’ve vowed to give yourself to only one man. Remember your husbands. Our resistance will give us the strength to free all of us.” She announced. The five of them stood alone, but she knew all her family was standing with her. It was exactly at that moment that she felt her sister’s presence. The pain from her scar was growing more intense, but at the same time, she felt she had the strength to overcome it. They waited for the door to be cast open. She concentrated very hard on not losing herself into the thoughts of seeking the pleasures of her body. At that moment the door cast itself open. The five women stepped past the door’s portal. A voice boomed inside her head. “You’ve come back to me. I always knew you would.” The five of them all heard it, but remained silent. They all thought of their vows. “You’ve returned to be reminded that you will always be slaves to your bodies. You can’t escape it.” The voice boomed in her head. “I can escape you!” she shouted in her head. In her mind she stood beside her husband sharing nothing more than a kiss. “You may take my body, but it will not be me.” One of her cousins shouted in the silent room. She could hear all of her cousins’ thoughts. But she also sensed the desires beginning to mount inside of them. She felt her own body respond from the touch of an unseen hand. “You will be first. yOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SAY NO. YOU WILL BEG ME TO BRING YOU TO FULL AND COMPLETE LUST.” The voice boomed in her head. She had not moved a muscle, but in her mind she saw herself lying fully undressed upon a soft bed. She saw a man in her mind, kneel before her and lick her gently between her legs. “I shall never beg anything from you.” she shouted inside her head. Her body quivered slightly as she began receiving an invisible tongue-lashing. Thinking quickly she knew she had to resist, but she was beginning to lose. “Is  that all? My husband loves doing that to me. I enjoy letting him, but only him. You can stop anytime.” She spoke within her head. “YOU THINK THAT IS ALL I CAN DO?” The voice boomed in her head. She felt the feeling of a man’s erection nudging her entrance. Her body responded as it always had. A warm sensation flooded over her as she felt her vagina open and allow a massive erection to be pushed by a man’s unseen hips deep inside of her. She felt the stiffness of her nipples and the wetness of her sex her body began aching for release, but she fought it down. In her mind she was not going to beg to have this unseen man to make her cum by ejaculating inside of her. And even if he did fill her with sperm, she concentrated hard on not allowing an orgasm to overtake her. “I CAN FEEL HOW WET YOU ARE. EVERY INCH OF YOU CRAVES MORE FROM ME.” The voice boomed in her head once again. She could hear her cousins’ voices in the background speaking to her but she did not understand what they were saying. Her scar burned on her thigh. She had the feeling of a massive erection deep within her begin to thrust. The lips of her vagina became swollen as each thrust withdrew leaving her completely empty then feeling the return thrust filling her. “I will not beg you to stop. Nor will my body respond to making me feel you cum inside me. Your sperm can do nothing. My husband has already fulfilled his duty. I have a daughter which grows inside me already.” She spoke in a commanding whisper. “YOU LIE, YOU BITCH. YOU’VE COME TO ME TO BE IMPREGNATED BY ME.” The voice boomed in her head. She felt, the invisible hips moving against her. In her mind she thought of her legs wrapped around this man’s hips, imprisoning him inside of her. She fought hard to remain in control and resist the urge to let an orgasm build. She continued to feel the huge mass of an erection deep within her body. “You don’t know how to fuck properly. Go ahead, cum. But you will find I will not join you with an orgasm. You will need to do more than this to satisfy my body.” She commanded with a whisper. “YOU DOUBT ME? I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY RESPONDNG TO ME. YOUR BREATHING IS BECOMING SHORT WITH EVERY THRUST INSIDE OF YOU. YOU WILL BEG ME TO CUM INSIDE OF YOU.” The voice boomed once more. “You are so senile, you must be thinking of another woman you’ve been fucking. I will not be a slave to my body, nor beg you to release your seed inside of me.” She quipped. “YOUR BODY WILL SOON BE MINE FOREVER. YOU SHALL REMAIN AS MY SLAVE. THE OTHERS MAY GO.”  The voice boomed once more. In her mind she was having intercourse with a very well endowed man. She could see every detail. Her cousins were released from his presence but they did not depart the room. “You may not take her, you have not the power to make her your slave.” She heard her driver speak. “BUT SHE WILL BEG ME FOR HER TO REMAIN AND FEEL MY SPERM FLOW WITHIN HER BODY. SHE IS NOT ABLE TO RESIST IT.” The voice shouted. But right now she felt completely and totally in control. Her sex felt the continued thrusts of this unseen man’s huge erection, but she felt as though it was nothing more than just being horny. “YOU WILL CUM WHILE I CUM INSIDE OF YOU.” “I know  I will not. I will cum only when I am fully satisfied. You will beg me to stop before I allow myself to become your slave.” She whispered aloud. Her cousins sensed this moment and fled the room. From the sanctuary of the door’s portal, she knew the presence within the room could not touch them. “YOU SEE,  YOUR FAMILY ABANDONS YOU. YOU SHALL REMAIN FOREVER AS MY SLAVE!” Instantly, she felt sperm flowing into her body. At precisely the same instant she imagined herself rolling on top and impaling herself. The manhood she felt ejaculating inside of her continued to ejaculate. “You will not stop Cumming until you’ve satisfied me!” She shouted.  She began exercising the muscles between her legs. A skill she had perfected using her vibrator. She remained feeling impaled but began using her body to expel every ounce of sperm. She surprised herself with not succumbing to lust as her body had always done while feeling a man ejaculate inside her. Her orgasm never happened. She concentrated on exercising her muscles. She continued to feel every inch of the unseen manhood continue to pump sperm within her. She felt every drop run down her leg. She smiled sweetly. In the past this same position allowed her to remain in control completely. But she always failed when her orgasm overtook her. She willed herself not to cum. By having herself in this position she knew no man was able to cast her off. She could keep any man’s erection within herself. “Slave, am I? I think not. You will beg me to let you go.” She whispered. She remained perfectly still. She felt the erection begin to dwindle, but her muscles contracted around it, instantly. “YOU WILL REMAIN MY SLAVE.” The voice boomed. Your body cannot resist it. “I think not.” She whispered, and contracted  her muscles again. “I can keep you hard and make you cum when I want you to.” She contracted her muscles one again, then at regular intervals. Speeding up then slowing down. “I will make you cum on my command. You cannot resist me. When you cum, you will know  I can never be your slave, nor will any other.”  She whispered. The presence of the erection inside of her remained. She continued with her regular intervals. She looked deep into her mind.  She remembered her husband trying  to hold his orgasm back. She tried desperately to remember how her womb felt just prior to his ejaculation. This thought would be the time that she would command her would be master to cum for her. By commanding it only once and not begging for it,  she would have resisted enough to break the curse and free everyone. It was soon, very soon. “Had  enough yet? want me to stop? You will beg me to stop or you will cum when I command you.” She whispered. The booming voice laughed in her head. Now she thought. “You will cum for me now.”  She commanded. She timed it perfect. No sooner had she said the final word, she felt sperm flow into her. She concentrated hard and did not allow her own orgasm to overtake her. NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!” the voice boomed in her head. Then the voice and the feeling left her body. She collapsed instantaneously to the dusty floor. 0 Comments - Post Comment - Permanent Link

the Matriarch... Continued (6) - Posted at 10:29 PM on Sep. 22, 2006 by Toolbox “Do you think they’re still listening to us?” her driver mentioned, now that all the pretences were aside. “Of course they are. I know my husband.” She quipped. “Will you knock, on the partition glass please, darling?” the two women could of course hear both the men still. Her driver laughed loudly, but they did not hear a knock on the partition glass. “They must have not turned the intercom back on then. How disappointing. I thought you knew him better than that.” Her driver quipped. I do know him well. Because if he doesn’t knock on the glass and turn the intercom off, he’s going to have to walk the rest of the way to the hall.” She stated very calmly. “How does she do that?” she heard her husband ask through the earpiece. You had best learn to do as you have been asked and try not to keep secrets from your wife. Just as I have learned.” The two women clearly heard her driver’s husband laugh. “She knows you far better than you think she does. Now hurry up before she stops the car and makes you walk.” She began to slow the car and she heard him gently knock on the partition. “Thank you, Darling.” She giggled and both women burst into laughter. “You’re welcome.” Her husband spoke. She couldn’t help it but continued to laugh as she glided the car to a halt in front of the Hall’s main doors. Her driver kept very much to decorum and opened the car’s door and their husbands alighted from the car. Her driver knew that even now, for anyone to see Ma’am, wearing a uniform of a driver would be scandalous. Her driver got back into the car and they drove sedately back to the garage.   “I have to know if it’s time.” She spoke. “Time for what?” her driver asked. “I need to know, that if we do this with our husbands, if we will end up where we were the day we locked the door.” She responded. Her driver had a look of complete horror in her eyes. “We swore to each other that we would never open that door again.” Her driver spoke quietly as she glided the car into the garage. “Our cousins will know at once we opened it.” “I know, but it is a risk I must take. I have to know, or I will not go through with it.” She spoke quietly. She could feel the invisible scar on her thigh that had faded with time. With the door sealed, the phoenix tattooed on them had faded quickly, but she remembered how the scar had come to be. “We dare not!” her driver whispered, as though even thinking about it would have been shouted. “It must remain sealed.” “Send word to summon our cousins this afternoon. I have to know, so I will need strength from all of us to resist it.” “But you must let time be on our side and we’ve worked so hard for so long to resist its temptation.” Her driver spoke. “If it is indeed time for me to fulfill the duties of my station… she started. “But you have already proven to everyone already that you are the one.” Her driver interrupted. “I know, but I must know if I have enough strength to be able to resist being a slave to my body. If I can do this, then I shall be able to have a daughter.”  “But our gentleman will know if you are to have a daughter. He has always known if there was a daughter waiting to be born before anyone else knew. You cannot deny that he knew we were to have daughters to watch grow up. Her driver whispered.  I sensed that yes, we were to have daughters, and I also sensed that there might be something more. So opening the door is something I have to do. And I must do it alone.” She stated. “You know full well, that I cannot allow you to do this.” Her driver spoke trying to remain quiet, but trying to be insistent. “You also know what happened the last time someone interfered.” She spoke extremely quietly. “Then you leave me little choice. I shall not interfere, but I will be at your side. It is my station, and I have sworn to fulfill my duty. Her driver spoke, shattering the calm around them. The remainder of the morning passed quickly. Three cars approached at different times to the great hall and her three cousins arrived with out anyone else taking notice, except one. She was just finishing lunch when her grandmother appeared. “A moment, my dear.” Her grandmother asked. She froze where she sat. “Yes Gran?” she spoke, almost trembling, but hiding it well. Her grandmother slipped into the empty seat beside her. “Please tell me why the five of you are all here, in the hall, so soon after the portrait was hung?” her grandmother asked. “You know that your scar will be clearly visible soon if at least one of you does not depart soon?” “Yes Gran, I know.” She spoke in a calm yet firm voice. “The door to that room must remain sealed.” Her grandmother spoke quietly, but in a commanding tone.” “This I also know.” She spoke. “If you sister should arrive unexpectedly, your scars will all appear and remain so, until you do open the door. You will have no choice then. This is foolish.” Her grandmother said in a commanding tone. “Gran,” she spoke in a voice so calm that there was no mistaking that she held the family’s highest station. “Should you ever presume to speak to me in that manner again, you will leave me no choice but to change the colour of your robe.” Her words were like she had personally slapped her grandmother across the face. She had never in her life ever spoken to her grandmother in such a tone. “Yes, ma’am.” Her grandmother spoke in a tone of complete respect. Hearing her grandmother respond shamed her. She had never in her entire life ever defied her grandmother. Not even once. “You have just shown me the same courage your sister displayed yesterday. I hope I have taught you well enough and I pray that we shall not pay the same price as the day we had to seal that door.” “Gran, I have sworn to the entire family I shall never give you reason to doubt my loyalty to all of you. As you have taught me, you must trust me now.” She spoke in the same tone she used before. “You are not the only five to have the scars. There are others.” Her grandmother spoke. “But we cannot help you. When you bore the scars, the curse went to the five of you. Your sister was unlucky enough to have been watching when she should not have been. It was most unfortunate. You suffered so much more than the others did. Your sister told no one except your mother, and your mother had no choice but to tell me. I sent word to your sister soon after I noticed the five of you were all here, but your sister has not yet received the message. I fear your sister will be in mortal danger, should she come to the hall.” “Then I must place a burden on you to personally ensure that she is made aware of what is happening. Fail and the price will be greater.” She spoke calmly. It was too late now to reverse what she had started. She realised that she should have listened earlier and not commanded her cousins to be here, but her heart was telling her something so strong that she could not ignore it. She wished she knew what it was, but she did not know exactly what it was. “I shall find your sister immediately.” Her grandmother spoke. “I hope she receives the message from the messenger I sent before your scars become visible. Swear to me you shall not proceed before I send back word your sister is safe?” “I swear it, but the scars will appear to summon us to open the door, you taught the five of us to know that.” She spoke calmly. ”I know.” Her grandmother spoke. “You remember well my dear. I am sorry I never told you before, that your sister’s scar is in the exact same place as yours is.” The scars were all upon the same thigh, each one at different heights but each one lower from the height of her own, but her sister had one as well. This news told her something. She knew it in her heart, but did not know what it meant. She didn’t think that her grandmother knew either. But she did know it was important. Her grandmother departed without another word. “I am worried now.” She spoke quietly to her driver. “I feel it is time for the five of us to be together again, but dare not risk it. My head is telling me one thing and my heart tells me something else. Both feelings are so strong. “I feel it too.” Her driver spoke. “I just had a thought… I know this sounds absurd, but perhaps it’s true. I remember how much you suffered, but Gran didn’t mention if your sister suffered too, and she did mention that both of you have exactly the same scar. Could it be that your sister and you each took a half while the rest of us each took an equal part?” “And I suffered more because I didn’t receive all of it? That’s it! That’s exactly what it is, like a candle burn. You feel the heat and you take you hand away. I didn’t feel the heat because my sister took half. But because of that, I had to suffer twice as much. You’re brilliant! That must be what it means!” she exclaimed. “The only problem is, what does having half mean to you and your sister.” Her driver spoke. “It gives me an edge. You’ll not b able to overpower the curse, but with only a half, I might be able to.” She spoke. She felt suddenly very relieved to know this. She knew it almost immediately. She remembered her sister telling her about the very few times that any woman in the family had been able to resist the curse. And remembered the last time her sister had spoken it. “When we were growing inside of her.” she muttered. “What did you just say?” her driver interrupted. “That’s it! The curse is broken for a little while when we have our daughters growing inside of us. The curse returns after they are born. We return to being slaves to our bodies.” She spoke. “Brilliant!” her driver shouted. “I remember you on your wedding night. You were insatiable. I would never have been able to tease my husband the way you teased your husband last night. That silly tray of sweets would never have been used for anything except maybe a treat afterwards.” “But that also means… “ she started to say. “You must be pregnant already.” Her driver interrupted. “No way… if you remember, a slave to our bodies. The only way any one in the family ever became pregnant was after the rings had bound them. And it was only after a few months. You’ve been married less than two months and I’ve been married just two days.” She stated. “I know. I watched you last night. Remember? You showed much more restraint that I ever could. And I have tried to resist it. I went to bed last night and couldn’t help myself. I nearly attacked my husband when he got into bed. And I pounced on him again this morning.” Her driver giggled. “Wow. I woke up yesterday and was able to break away with just kissing him…” she started to say. “And this morning you didn’t even do that.” Her driver interrupted. “Until we are reborn. That’s what is inscribed in my ring. Do you have an inscription?” she asked. “No, just the family crest.” Her driver spoke. “That’s it… it must be.” She held her hands on her belly. “It can’t be true. Less than a week and pregnant already. This is a new record.” She spoke aloud. She thought very hard. Pregnant this soon after getting married was almost impossible for any woman in the family. But to be able to control her body this much. She just realised  that she hadn’t even been horny today. Not like she usually was. She was always ready for more. But today, not even once since last night. “Has you been with your husband today?” she asked. “What do you think I was doing before lunch?” her driver spoke. “I think I just put all the pieces together.” She said. “Don’t ask why, Tell Gran to bring my sister here, to the hall before she leaves. I will meet you in the music room.” “The music room?” Her driver responded. “Yes, the music room. I’ll explain later.” She commanded. The two of them left the table quickly and departed. She headed quickly towards the music room when she found her other cousins coming out of the library and they all hugged each other for they had not seen each other for several years. “To the music room, and quickly no time to explain, I need your help to find a book.” She commanded. Her cousins immediately complied and they all headed for the music room directly. The sound of the running footfalls echoed through the walls. “Do you all remember the music books we used when we were younger?” she asked. “Yes.” Her cousins responded. “Do you all remember there was one with writing in it?” she asked. “We need to find that book.” They four of them quickly set themselves to task in trying to locate the book. They found several of the others but not the one particular book. “Do you all remember what we tried to do when we opened the door?” she asked. Her cousins flinched. They all remembered quite well. They remembered their scars and how they got them. “But what has our scars got to do with this silly book.” One of her cousins asked. “Do you all remember how Gran sang us a song to try and comfort us?” she asked. “Well, yah.” Another of her cousins stated. “I’ll never forget how much you suffered. You scar glowed long after ours had begun to fade.” “We need the words, the ones written in the book, and we need to not speak them but remember them together.” She spoke. Trust me, I know what it is we need to do. There’s not much time.” “What are you ladies doing here?” her grandmothers voice boomed. Just as she heard her grandmother’s voice, her scar turned vividly red and began to ache. The five cousins all turned to each other and bared their thighs. Each of them knew that the Phoenix had reappeared by the fact that they were able to see it on each other’s thighs. It was time, but they had not found the book. “I heard all of you talking before we arrived. The book you seek is in the bend under the piano.” Her grandmother spoke. Her grandmother crossed the floor, lifted the bench lid and took out the book. “What do you need this for?” “Gran, since you’re here, sing us the song you wrote in the book, we need to remember the words.” She spoke. Her grandmother did so. The sound of her grandmother’s voice floated across the room. The five of them remembered. It all came flooding back to her. She remembered that song like she heard it yesterday. But she also remembered how many times her sister had sung that same tune to her when she was younger. Their scars began burning, and their Phoenixes began glowing more visibly. “That’s it. All the pieces.” She said. “The door must be opened soon.” “But what do they mean?” her driver asked, looking very puzzled. “By presenting my own sister with the Maltese, she displayed courage more than I have ever seen in her. I hope I am right that it will give her sufficient strength to resist. With the two of us each having only half, and the rest of you equal shares, I will be able to break the curse.” She stated in a soft but very focused voice. “But why the book, my dear?” her grandmother stated. “By having us remember the words, our scars began burning. My sister’s will also begin to burn. She’ll not waste anytime seeking the one person who she confided in. We’ve summoned her to us.” she stated. Her own scar now burned deeply. She knew her sister was very close. She had to be. There was no other explanation. She noticed looks of complete understanding in all of her cousins’ eyes. “It is time.” Her driver stated. “I know it is.” Everyone nodded silently and they left the music room. They did not stop until they reached the sealed door minutes later. Trembling they waited. Pain from her scar was becoming almost unbearable. 0 Comments - Post Comment - Permanent Link

The Matriarch... Continued (5) - Posted at 10:28 PM on Sep. 22, 2006 by Toolbox She awoke that morning feeling completely refreshed. Her body having been completely satisfied hours previously, felt as though she had been released from being enslaved. She looked up and found her driver’s eyes gazing into her own. “Good morning, Ma’am.” Her driver said mischievously. “I have mentioned that you and your husband need to be UNDER the covers.” She looked over and found her husband very much exposed. “And I have mentioned that it is much to warm afterwards to remain covered.” She giggled. “It’s fortunate for you two that I had entered before the locksmith had arrived to fix the lock. I hung a drape across the doorway to conceal the two of you.” Her driver said with a smile. “And not to worry, the locksmith was blindfolded before entering and leaving the passages. And different routes were used, so he has no idea where this chamber is located.” She noticed her driver’s gaze fall upon her husband’s manhood. “Very nicely hung, isn’t he?” she giggled. “We have the very same taste in men.” Her driver giggled back. At that moment, her husband began to stir. She rolled over on top of him and held her hands on his blindfold. “Time to wake up sweetheart.” She spoke mischievously to him. He became fully awake feeling her body resting on top him. “You must keep your blindfold on.” “I thought I heard voices. Is there someone else here with us?” Her husband asked. Her driver shook her head and motioned that she was not to mention it was in fact her, but she completely held up her hand and motioned for her to speak instead. “Will that be all, Ma’am?” her driver spoke. “I will be needing some assistance in gathering my husband’s clothes so that you may escort him to the car.” She motioned that it was to be pretence. Her driver nodded her head in understanding. She grabbed a spare sheet and covered her husband’s modesty. “You must promise me to remain blindfolded and not remove it until instructed to.” She commanded him. “I promise, I will.” Her husband stated. Her driver had disappeared a short distance away and had silently removed her garments. When her driver returned, Her husband spoke. “Am I to dress myself or do I have to grope about until I find one of you?” she motioned for her driver to assist her husband with his trousers. Other than her driver’s auburn hair, the two of them could have been twins. Their bodies were almost exactly the same. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Her husband spoke. She put her hands to her lips, but whispered from behind her driver’s ear. “You’re welcome, darling.” She darted back while her husband’s arms rose around her driver. She motioned for her driver to not respond, but to give him a kiss. She wanted to know if her husband was able to tell them apart. Her driver and her husband kissed and silently parted. “My driver shall finish dressing you while I get myself dressed, darling.” She whispered, from beside her driver’s ear once more. She motioned for her driver step away, and dress in her clothing. Her driver began donning her clothes while she quickly put on her driver’s uniform. She motioned for her driver to remain away, while she continued to dress her husband. Her husband made no further attempts at being amorous. She motioned for her driver to fix his tie and stepped behind her driver once more. “I will meet you at the hotel later, Darling.” She whispered and darted back once again. Her husband kissed her driver once again, and they parted yet again. She stepped behind her husband and took his elbow. “I shall guide you to the car.” Her driver spoke from beside her ear, this time. “Lead on, I shall try and not be a burden to you.” Her husband spoke. Her driver poked her in the ribs and gave her a silently mouthed “OK” to her. She guided her husband down the passage, her driver followed close behind, trying not to make her presence known. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn you two are up to something.” She did not respond. She knew that if she did, her husband would have instantly recognised her voice. Her driver walked almost on top of her. “Ma’am has instructed me to inform you, you may remove your blindfold once you are in the car. Another driver shall take you to the hotel.” Her driver spoke from directly behind her, their cheeks touching and their bodies perfectly in step with each other, before her driver stepped back. “I understand.” Her husband spoke. She was greatly relieved that her husband did not speak again until they had arrived in the garage and she had closed the door of the car behind him. “May I remove my blindfold, now?” he asked from within the car’s interior. “Not yet, darling.” She spoke through the closed door loud enough for him to hear her. She motioned for the two of them to step behind the car and in case he had decided to peek, the two of them stood so that he could not clearly see who was who. “Please tell me who does your sister’s hair.” She spoke aloud. “I just adore the way the sunlight reflects off her blond hair. It reminds me of my own. And I need you to accompany your sister to the hotel and retrieve some of my things.”  “I shall ask her while she drives your husband to the hotel, and I will need a list of what you require, Ma’am.” Her driver responded. She motioned for her driver to get into the car on the passenger side, but her driver quickly disappeared and returned a moment later fully dressed in a spare uniform. With their masquerade complete, she slid quickly slid into the car’s driver’s seat as her driver whispered so that her husband could not hear what was said, but he would know that someone’s voice was speaking. She responded with an answer in the same manner. She quickly adjusted the driver’s mirror so that her husband would not be able to see her face and she started the car’s engine. She placed the car in gear and began raising the partition hiding her husband in the back seat. She noticed her husband was removing his blindfold as the partition slid fully into place. She quickly locked the partition’s controls and switched on the intercom, knowing full well that her voice would be disguised. “To the hotel, Sir?” she mimicked in the same polite voice she had been accustomed to hearing through the car’s intercom. “Yes.” Responded her husband. She knew that her husband had often been in the habit of switching the intercom button down and not releasing it. She had shown her husband this trick, when they had conversations in the back that they wanted to keep private. Her husband had commented previously how he could hear everything going on in the Driver’s compartment. She had motioned discretely for her driver to read from the driver’s notepad where she had left her driver a note. The note had simply read, “Play along.” “Tell me, please. You’ve seen him while ma’am and her husband have been sleeping. Is it true? Is he as well hung as the other drivers say he is?” she spoke. She thought to herself how much fun this was going to be. “He is indeed.” Her driver spoke. The two of them giggled. “Does he know that Ma’am thinks the two of you can switch places and he’d never know?” she asked. “Ma’am has not tried that particular idea yet, but I think he’d know instantly. After all, I wouldn’t be able to kiss him like she does. Besides, my hair is auburn and Ma’am’s hair is blonde, you know that.” Her driver stated. “But why would Ma’am ask, who colours my hair? Do you think she has something in mind?” She asked. “Oh, my! If she is planning something, then having me colour my hair would give her an opportunity to be hidden somewhere.” Her driver stated. “I think ma’am is using the bedchamber, and blindfolding him so that she can get him used to trusting her completely. But if she’s not careful he might find the hidden passage, and catch her trying to slip out.” She said. “I wonder why Ma’am needs all this stuff. She knows their entire luggage was packed yesterday and taken back to the Hall. She particularly wanted the map of the north tower.” Her driver said. “But isn’t the north tower where the men’s sanctuary is?” she said. The north tower was indeed the men’s sanctuary, but the entire north tower was crisscrossed with hidden passages. The two of them knew everyone of the passages by heart. “Yes it is. It’s curious because, the only women who have ever entered the north tower have been the gentlemen’s mistresses.” Her driver stated. “I wonder if perhaps her husband already has a mistress. After all any man hung like he is could have any number of women he wanted.” She stated with a wink. “I know, I wouldn’t mind having him to myself for a night.” Her driver stated and winked back. “Well, we’re almost at the hotel. Will you open the door for Ma’am’s husband? I have to stop at the post and pick up a package. I will return to pick you up.” She spoke. “Ok, I shall not be long. Picking up Ma’am’s things should only take me a moment.” Her driver spoke as she glided the car to a halt slightly ahead of the hotel’s door so that her husband would not be able to get a clear look at who was behind the driver’s wheel. Her driver opened her door and then opened the passenger compartment door. Her driver stood perfectly in a position that completely blocked anyone’s view of the driver’s seat. She had no doubt her husband would be thinking of every word they had spoken. She quickly ripped the note she had written earlier on the driver’s notepad, and stuffed it into her pocket. She pulled the brim of her hat down slightly to shield a little more of her face. She clicked the intercom switch off, but found that the system did not shut off. She knew instantly that the passenger compartment switch had been left on. Her husband had heard every part of her driver’s and her conversation, and she pondered how she could use the present situation again to have some more fun. She drove off slowly and rounded the corner. She dialled the hotel front desk using the car’s phone and asked if her driver had arrived. The desk clerk replied that her driver had just entered the atrium and a moment later, she heard her driver’s voice. “Yes, ma’am.” Her driver spoke. She knew several things would be happening right now. Her husband would be within listening to her driver. And the hotel operator would be listening as well. “Please inform my husband that our gentleman has requested that he have tea with him this afternoon.” She spoke in a most clear voice. She only ever knew her great grandfather to have a glass of sherry in the smoking room while afternoon tea was being served. She also knew that the operator would not know this to be a signal, because they had not used this signal in several years. Her driver would of course pass this message and her husband would be returning with them. She knew that her great grandfather would have no doubt already informed her husband that he only ever took his glass of sherry and never, ever had afternoon tea. Her great grandfather would have informed him that any mention of tea instead of his normal sherry, meant that something was afoot and the men would need to gather and compare notes. This would give her husband an opportunity to seek out some of her great grandfather’s knowledge. She also knew that they would not speak of the signal, lest the women ever found out about its existence and tried to use it against them in some way. This would allow her and her driver to be inside the hidden corridor next to the Library and listen. “I shall pass the message, Ma’am.” Her driver responded, and her driver hung up the phone. Her driver and herself thought a lot alike, and she knew her driver would ensure that her own husband joined her husband. She stopped a short distance later and checked that the hidden microphone was still in place and that the two of them would each have an earpiece. She got back in the car and adjusted her jacket to hide the cord for the earpiece and set the second one down on the seat.  She waited another five minutes and returned to the hotel. Her driver was most dutiful and opened the rear door once again, and still managed to expertly shield the driver’s compartment from view. Once the doors of the car were all closed once again she slipped the car from the drive and began heading back to the great hall. “Why is your husband and Ma’am’s husband returning to the hall?” she asked. She also listened for any conversation from the rear of the car with the earpiece. She motioned for her driver to retrieve the second earpiece. They both listened intensely. Our gentleman has asked for my husband and Ma’am’s husband to join him for tea this afternoon.” Her driver replied. At that moment, they both heard, through their hidden earpieces, her driver’s husband speak clearly. “Is the intercom switch turned on? I don’t want my wife listening in.” He stated. “Of course it is, didn’t you just hear the two of them?” her husband stated, referring to the last statement she had made to her driver. “I told you upstairs that my wife is planning some kind of a ménage-et-toi and your wife is involved somehow.” The two women continued small talk in the front of the car while they listened, through their hidden earpieces, to their husbands in the back of the car. “After the incident in the Pastor’s office, I don’t think your wife has any inhibitions about being with another woman or having another man watch. I heard it from the Pastor himself during dinner about how his secretary gave your wife a tongue lashing while you fucked her brains out.” “How do you feel about your wife being with another man?” she heard her husband state. “My wife has never mentioned it to me, but I’ve known for some time that the two of them had been quite the pair when they were younger. In fact there are still rumours about they had hidden themselves in the same room you were with her last night, and shared quite a number if trysts together.” Her driver’s husband laughed. “If you’re up to it, how do you feel about keeping up pretences and catch them in the act? It might be a lot of fun to see what they have to say about it all. I heard just this morning that my wife might be planning on having your wife switch places with her.” She heard her husband laugh back to her driver’s husband. “Wasn’t Ma’am going to see our Gentleman today? She stated clearly. “I think she was, but she did not tell me what it was about. It must have been something very personal for Ma’am not have me with her.” Her driver stated. The two of them knew full well that their husbands would be listening to them. “So, who was the post for?” Her driver asked innocently. “Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh… Listen for a moment.” She heard her husband say. “Oh, that… Looks like Ma’am has some more film back from the developers.” She quipped. “And? Have you taken a look at any of it yet?” Her driver asked. “Some of it is very, very naughty. By the way, what were you and Ma’am doing in the Ferrari yesterday afternoon? You were both seen throwing your clothes out the windows.” From the silence the two women heard through their earpieces, they knew their husbands were listening intensely. “Oh, that. Ma’am just wanted to feel the afternoon sun.” Her driver remarked. “But with no clothes? I’ve already heard that a lorry driver saw Ma’am stand up through the sunroof and bare her chest at him.” She stated, knowing full well it never happened. They both heard the two men snicker through their earpieces. “Did you hear that? She heard her driver’s husband state. “I don’t know about you, but if that had been my wife, I’d be asking her what she’s doing in parading around in public to lorry drivers with out any clothes.” “If you recall, what we just heard, your wife was with her as well and in the same state of undress, and driving the Ferrari I might add.” Both the women heard her husband state. “I am beginning to wonder if we shouldn’t confront both our wives and find out if they are planning a tryst involving the two of us.” They heard her driver’s husband state. They had them, they had the perfect opportunity to confront both their husband’s with the very same idea. She quickly, scrolled a note on the driver’s notepad and held it for her driver to read. The note simply read, “NOW OR LATER?” Her driver gave her a “thumbs up” signal and she unlocked the partition controls and began to slowly lower the car’s partition, they both heard the intercom button being switched off and her husband’s voice asking. “Please do not disturb us.” And the partition began rising again. She glided the car to a halt while locking out the partition’s controls again and she lowered the car’s partition to the fully retracted position.  The two women remained facing forward. “You are both busted.” The two of them spoke simultaneously. The two of them turned to face their husbands with a most mischievous grin that matched each other’s. The two men sat in the rear of the car and regarded their wives. “What, how, no bloody way…” her husband spoke. “There is no way the two of them could have known.” “Darling, how long have you two been listening to us?” Her driver’s husband spoke to her driver. “Since you got into the car.” Her driver sang. “Can’t tell us apart when you’re blindfolded, can you darling?” she sang to her husband. And she took off her hat allowing her long blonde braids to fall past her shoulders. “You don’t seem to be able to recognise me when I’m less than a few feet away from you.” She stated, taking note of her husband’s complete look of surprise. “Since we’re both Busted, would you two care to explain?” Her driver’s husband asked. “Perhaps.” They both sang, and she gunned the car’s engine and sped towards the great hall. “I think it’s time you both realise, that you should listen better to what our gentleman has to say. We are of course two of his favourite great grand daughters.” Her driver spoke to the men. “What do you want from us.” Her husband spoke to her. “To take it lying down.” She giggled. “And give us what we want.” Her driver giggled as well. “After all, we are quite a pair, especially when it comes to pleasing our men.” They sang together. “Oh?” the two men responded. “Sounds like a challenge.” “It will be.” She responded. The two women looked at each other and laughed mischievously. “We both have such good taste.” Her driver giggled. “Absolutely, do you think we should give them a reward?” she asked. “What kind of reward?” her driver’s husband asked. “A most pleasurable one.” Her driver continued to giggle. “One last question if I may be so bold?” her husband asked. “Of course, darling.” She replied with the sound that she was still singing. “Since when, do you drive?” Her husband asked. “She’s actually a better driver than I Am.” Her driver interrupted. “It’s another one of my hidden talents. Care to be blindfolded and learn about a few more?” she giggled. “What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” Her husband replied. “And does it include the two of you as well as both of us?” Her driver’s husband interrupted. “Perhaps.” Her driver giggled. The two women winked at each other and she began raising the car’s partition. Tonight would be a night their husbands would remember for quite some time.   0 Comments - Post Comment - Permanent Link

The Matriarch... Continued (4) - Posted at 10:27 PM on Sep. 22, 2006 by Toolbox Her grandmother strode silently into the chamber and walked toward her. “Do you have news, Gran?” she asked as her grandmother stood before her. “He lives, but is not well. The doctor tells me he had far too much excitement today with the knowledge that three of his great granddaughters hold the family’s highest stations. He is so proud of the three of you.” “Is he allowed to have anyone see him, Gran?” she asked. “He has asked for all three of you.” Her grandmother stated. “I told him the three of you will attend to him at once. The news of this sparked her heart racing. The news spread quickly throughout the remainder of the banquet hall. The four of them left through the doors and ascended the stairs towards their great grandfather’s private chambers. As little girls they remembered the man who used to teach them to ride, and of course the three of them all enjoyed hearing his voice as he read bedtime stories to them. They halted before the doors and her grandmother knocked gently on the door. The door opened and only the three of them entered. Her great grandmother sat quietly and beckoned them inside. “He is resting but will be happy to see the three of you. I see you’ve found your broaches that is good. He will be please to see you but I must ask you not to have him move about. He needs rest. Is this understood?” Her great grandmother commanded. The three of them nodded together and they rushed the door to the bed chamber together, each one wanting to be the first to give their great grandfather a hug. She noticed her great grandmother smile. They all rushed the foot of the bed and stared at their gentleman. Each of them beamed a great big smile as he opened his eyes. Light reflected from behind them gave the illusion that the three of them all had halos. “Lord, if I am dreaming, please do not let me wake. If I am awake, then please never let these three ever be far from me.” He softly spoke. The three of them could no longer refrain and tears began streaming down their faces. “My girls, my young beautiful girls. How you have all grown up. I never thought I’d be alive to see the day where the three of you would be here with the broaches I had made for you when you were still little girls. I am sorry though, that the banquet was cut short on account of me. I must apologise for not being properly attired. How about a hug for an old man?” The three of them leapt onto the bed and the three of them wrapped their arms around him. Tears from their faces continued. “Dry your tears, girls. I expect that Ma’am will want to retire soon and make sure I do not expire during the night. I promise the three of you that I shall endeavour to rest comfortably, though I regret that I do not have a book with which to read to the three of you.” He winked. “You gave all of us such a fright.” They sang together. “I agree, I think I may have even frightened myself. I hope you girls all do me the honour of having daughters for me to enjoy watching grow up, as much as I have enjoyed watching the three of you grow up. Ma’am tells me you all do the family much honour. And you most of all.” He looked directly at her. The three of them blushed slightly and tried to wipe the tears from their eyes. “It seems to me that in order for you to remain happy, we had best make sure you have another generation to tell bedtime stories to.” She stated with a giggle. The four of them quietly laughed. “And do you three make that a promise?” he asked. “I promise.” Her sister spoke first. “Me too.” Her driver spoke. “Me three.” She spoke last. Her driver, her sister and herself all winked at each other and giggled. “Yes indeed, Ladies.” Her great grandmother announced from behind them. “I never could keep the three of you from monopolizing your great grandfather’s attention. I expect your own daughters will be no exception. As was the case with my daughters and your mothers. Now leave us Ladies.” The three of them each kissed their great grandfather and politely left. Standing in the corridor the three of them seemed to be thinking the same thing, but her sister spoke first. “If we’re to keep our promise the three of us had better make sure our husbands like the idea too.” Her sister stated. “My husband already knows.” She stated. “What?” her driver asked. “Ma’am, made it part of my blessing yesterday, and I already told my husband that he had better fulfill his duty if he wants to keep me happy.” She retorted. My husband is going to be surprised.” Her driver stated calmly. I’ve already told him that I will tell him when I want a daughter. The three of them snorted with laughter. There was no sense in delaying anymore and the three of them rushed back down to the banquet hall. Everyone bombarded them with questions as soon as they entered. She held up her hand and waited for silence. “He is weak, but resting. The best thing for him right now is rest. Ma’am will send word when he can receive visitors. Until then let us all retire and send him our love in the morning.” She stated. Everyone nodded in agreement and began to retire for the night. She clasped her husband’s arm and proceeded through the doors and headed for her bedchamber. “I would teach you how to get around the hall quicker, but I am not allowed to show you where the passages are, sweetheart. But I can blindfold you.” She winked. “If it means I can make love to you sooner, then you may do anything you want, darling.” Her husband responded. “Then close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you. I do not want to have to take a punishment if we are caught. From around her waist she removed a silken belt and placed it over her husband’s closed eyes. She spun him around several times and led him down three corridors before returning to the now vacant banquet hall. She was not disappointed to see her driver waiting to open the panel for her and guide her down the passage to the hidden bedchamber. Her driver and her said nothing to each other and her husband only knew that only she was with him. She pushed him through the hidden doorway, and told him to keep his eyes closed. “Open the door for us in the morning. She whispered to her driver. “I shall be here, I might even be able to convince my husband to join us.” Her driver whispered back with a wink. And she disappeared back into the hidden bedchamber and closed the door behind herself. The inside lock was still broken, but the bedchamber had been cleaned. Fresh linen was on the bed as well as a small tray of sweets. “Do you have any idea where you are sweetheart?” she asked him while sliding her arms around him. “Somewhere with a heavy door with a very loud lock.” He stated. “Only one way out and the lock is broken on the inside, so you could say, you’re my prisoner.” She giggled. “Stay where you are for now. Are your eyes still closed?” “Yes dear, they are.” He responded. “Take exactly three paces forward and stop.” She commanded. He did as he was commanded; the tray of sweets was less than a pace in front of him. She walked over to the bed, shedding her clothes as she walked. She placed her bra on top of her husband’s shoulder and jumped into bed. “You may remove your clothes for me” She commanded. “Leave your blindfold on for now.” He removed his clothing. He was used to doing this in the dark as they had often hidden themselves in dark rooms where they would not be discovered. She enjoyed watching him remove his clothes and display his body for her. She found herself yearning for him but wanted to see if his trust in her would allow him to remain blindfolded for what she needed to know. “Beside you is a tray of sweets, I should like you to bring me some.” She commanded him. He slowly searched around him for the tray, and found it with little difficulty. “Find where I am sweetheart. I am not far. Let the sound of my voice guide you to me.” She spoke softly. He held the tray in one hand and slowly crept forward towards her. “Closer, sweetheart. Almost there.” He found the edge of the bed and climbed in, still holding the tray and searching for her body. She silently moved closer to the centre of the bed and lay on her back. Her found her legs a moment later and slid his hand up her thigh and across her belly. He placed the tray of sweets between her breasts and snaked beside her. “I am going to tease you mercilessly, but you must promise me that you will not remove your blindfold, sweetheart.” She asked sweetly. “I shall remain blindfolded until you ask me to remove it.” Her husband replied. She was delighted. She smiled naughtily. She took one of the sweets from the tray and held it close to her husband’s mouth. “Taste, sweetheart.” He opened his mouth and she placed the sweet into his mouth. “I want you to remember the taste. I shall have you find some more of them. She removed the tray from between her breasts and set the tray beside herself. She withdrew one of the sweets and placed it where the tray was. “Kiss me, and find one, sweetheart.” She commanded. He kissed her passionately and began nibbling her ears and down her neck. He found the sweet between her breasts quite easily. She held another sweet in her fingers and traced her belly with it. “Find another one, sweetheart.” She giggled. As his mouth moved over her body, she moved the sweet away a little bit every time he came too close to it. She led a trail down her belly and hid the sweet between her legs. “Having a hard time, finding this one sweetheart?” she purred. Her body was covered in small trails if sweets.  He gently licked the trails from her body and replaced them with his glistening saliva. Her body shivered as his tongue found the sweet hidden between her legs and she gently urged him to probe deeper into her soft folds of skin. She lifted his chin and inserted one of the sweets from the tray into herself. She guided his tongue to where it was hidden. Her body exploded with pleasure as he probed deeper into her. “Don’t stop.” she whispered. “Don’t stop.” Her nipples hardened with every moment of her arousal. His tongue slowly brought her to the very brink of orgasm. “Kiss me, sweetheart.” And she held a sweet in her own lips as her husband shared a kiss with her. Their tongues probed each other’s mouths. He broke their kiss and slowly began kissing her neck again. She began to whimper slightly with pleasure. “Sweetheart, do you remember what Ma’am asked us to do within the year?” she whispered delightfully. “I do.” He replied. “Make love to me like we did this afternoon. I would like to wake up tomorrow with my daughter growing inside of me.” She whispered in his ear. “As my mother gave my great grandfather the pleasure of watching me grow up, I want to give him the same thing and have him watch my daughter grow up. I want Ma’am to be able to hold her great, great granddaughter and have all of us stand together. Will you grant me this wish my husband?” “It is my pleasure and my duty to see that your wishes are met and that you are happy.” Her husband whispered back to her. She opened herself completely to him and shuddered with pleasure as he slowly penetrated the space between her legs. Her body responded with shivers of delight as he continued to make love to her. She lost complete control and abandoned herself to the delights her husband gave to her. “A Daughter, Yes, My own little girl to watch grow up. A daughter who may one day take my place.” She thought only to herself. “Don’t stop, sweetheart.” She said aloud yet almost a whisper. “Make love to me. Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her pleasure continued for several hours.  His ejaculate deposited deeply inside of her more than once. They curled up together in each other’s arms, completely nude, lying on top of the bed.   0 Comments - Post Comment - Permanent Link

The Matriarch... Continued (3) - Posted at 10:25 PM on Sep. 22, 2006 by Toolbox “Damm,  you’re good.” She winked, and  they both burst into giggles and snorts. The car blasted past the front gates and shortly after the car skidded in front of the great hall’s doors. The engine died as her driver removed the keys and she grasped the sword from behind the seat and they leapt up the stairs and into the entrance hall. She held the sword and sceptre in front of her as they raced towards the doors of the great hall. She noticed the clock seconds from chiming as her driver inserted the key in the lock and the lock sprang open. The clock sounded its first chime and they pushed the doors open together. She quickly handed the sword to her driver and they paraded themselves into the hall. Everyone turned towards the doors as they had swung open, and the women all began applauding. Her great grandmother smiled and nodded to her to take her place. The applause continued as she stood before her great grandmother as her robe was draped over her shoulders once more. She unfolded the white robe bearing swords and draped the silken robe over her driver’s shoulders. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done this with out you.” She whispered. “As I could not have done it with out you.” Her driver  whispered back to her. She turned and sat once again in the gilded chair. One of her cousins stepped forward and held above her head, a Tierra, bearing a single clear white sapphire. She bent her head forward and accepted the small crown upon her head. “I shall present my letter to you later, Ma’am.” Stated her cousin. “You may do so now.” She quietly commanded in response. Her cousin stood frozen in a stated of shock. Her cousin’s red robe appeared assisted by unseen hands on her shoulders and she kneeled before her. “Ma’am, In accordance with tradition, I hereby submit a list of possible dates for your approval.” She handed her sceptre behind her, and opened the letter. She quickly read the letter and studied the reasons for choosing any of the dates listed. “You shall wed on the day which falls halfway plus one day between your birth and your perspective husband’s birth. This shows compromise between the two of you and that he cherishes you by giving you a day for yourself.” She stated. “I never even considered such a date, Ma’am, Thank you.”  Her cousin stated. She folded the letter and handed it back to her cousin. Her sceptre reappeared from behind her and she once again held it in her hand. “Well done.” Her great Grandmother whispered behind her. “You took that one straight from the book, didn’t you?” “Of course.” She whispered back. Everyone began donning their robes once more and slowly they all began drifting towards the gardens where afternoon tea was waiting to be served. She seated herself in the chair she had often seen her great grandmother use during gatherings in the garden. “A word my dear,” Her grandmother’s voice called to her. “Alone.” She motioned her driver to remain, but everyone else departed. Her grandmother spoke. “This is very difficult for me, as I held the responsibility for both your teachings. I hope neither of you resent me for having your lessons bring you so close together. I know you two have been closer than sisters. I never thought it possible. I had dreamed that one of you would one day wear the white robes. But here you are, both if you. You have both learned your lessons well. There are many things the great book contains.”   “Gran?” she asked, “I have yet to choose who shall wear the Maltese. I am sure you have been preparing someone for that station?” “I think you already know, my dear.” Her grandmother said calmly. “She started her lessons before either of you were born. She is someone you know you can trust. Believe in yourself as we have all believed in you and trust your heart first.” “Have the Maltese robe in the library after tea, but have it remain hidden.” She spoke to her driver with out her grandmother hearing. “And summon my sister.” She noticed a car round the drive next to the garden and drive directly to the garage. A cousin in grey robes approached her ear. “Your husband has arrived, Ma’am.” Her cousin whispered to her. “He’ll be having tea in the Smoking room with the men.” Her cousin disappeared after delivering the message. Another cousin appeared bearing afternoon tea. Her sister joined them at the small table. “You wanted to see me, sis?” her sister asked. She gave her sister a stare for using such informality when all the other houses were present and pretended she had not heard her sister’s indiscretion. “Please join me in the Library after tea.” She spoke directly to her sister. “Yes, Ma’am.” Her sister spoke softly, having realised her mistake. Her driver joined them at the table and nodded to her, signalling that the Library had been readied. “Gran. I wish to make an announcement at the banquet this evening. Everyone shall wear robes this evening.” She commanded. “I shall inform the heads of the other houses, my dear.” Her grandmother replied. “Will you accompany me to the Library, sis?” she asked as she finished her tea and set her cup on the table.  She rose from the table and departed with her grandmother quickly leaving to inform the other houses. Her sister joined her as her driver walked behind her slightly. They headed across the garden together, no one speaking until they entered the great hall. “I have a task for you, sis” she spoke calmly. “As you wish, Ma’am.” Her sister replied. She thought to herself if her sister suspected anything. She needed to test her sister’s loyalty and honesty to be absolutely certain she was making the right choice. They entered the library together. And she seated herself in the chair opposite the great book. “You told me yesterday that you’d been sworn never to tell me the portrait existed. Is this true?” she commanded. “Yes ma’am.” Her sister spoke. “As I now know the portrait exists, I must ask you to tell me where it was hidden.” She commanded. She saw a tear begin to form in her sister’s eyes. “I cannot tell you, ma’am.” Wept her sister. “Ask me another question if you must, but I beg you not to test my loyalty further. I had sworn never to tell you of its existence, nor tell you where it was hidden. I took that vow in the presence of only two others and one is here with us. If you command me, you’ll not be able to trust me and I cannot have you ever doubt me, not now, not ever. I had given my word. My word is all I have to show you that I never break my vows.” Her sister sank to the floor and wept. She knew her sister was right. If she had commanded her, her vow broken, then she would be forced to choose another, and her heart told her she could not allow that. She stepped towards the great book and opened the lock. “Read for me, your passage.” She commanded in a soft voice. Her sister rose from the floor and dried her tears. Her sister dutifully did so. Her Latin was as impeccable as her own was, though she stumbled on a few words when she began.   “Do you know and understand the meaning of the task I have set before you.” She asked her sister. “I do, but dare not speak it. For I have not earned what it is you have asked of me.” Her sister wept. “You may take your leave, I shall see you at the banquet.” She commanded her sister. Her sister rose and fled the library. She scanned several pages of the great book before closing the cover and snapping the lock shut. “I must leave you for a while and meet with my husband.” She spoke. “Wake me before the banquet this evening.” “I will know where you are and it shall be done.” Her driver winked. They walked to the alcove off the banquet hall and she found the clothes she had worn earlier that day, waiting for her, folded neatly on the chair. She changed quickly and departed for the smoking room. She found the butler seated outside the door. He rose to his feet as she approached. “Please inform the gentlemen that they shall not be joining us this evening, have them take their dinner in the dinning room this evening.” She spoke. “Inform my husband I am waiting for him.” It was custom that whenever the women had a gathering with robes, the men were excluded from attending. As a consolation, the men had their own sanctuary and she dared not cross the portal into the smoking room. The butler retreated to the sanctuary of the smoking room. Her husband appeared a moment later. “I am sorry sweetheart, but I was detained.” She spoke sweetly as she took her husband’s arm. “You’re forgiven, dear.” He replied. “Can I make it up to you in some small way?” She hinted mischievously. “I can think of a few ways to spend a few hours before dinner.” He winked at her. She led him by the arm and guided her to the bedchamber she had always used whenever she had spent time at the great hall. Her husband’s eye’s widened when he’d noticed the bed in the room as she closed the door. “Feeling frisky, sweetheart.” She asked coyly. Her body feeling as though the passions she had spent the day before needed to be repeated. “Yes, but are you ready for more?” her husband hinted to her. “Definitely” she replied, grinning widely. She collapsed into his embrace and he carried her to the bed. Her husband slowly removed her clothing as they continued passionately kissing each other. His fingers set her skin on fire as he gently tickled her. She giggled loudly. Her body responded to his every touch, his every kiss. She could feel his erection through his trousers and beckoned him to remove his clothes. He teased her with his   tongue down her belly towards her swollen clit. He gently probed the folds of skin hiding her clit from him. He gently blew on her womanhood and her body shivered with delight. Her body begged for release as her husband continued to tease her. His tongue began to expertly explore her entrance and she begged him not to stop. Her orgasm began to slowly mount. Shivers of delight ran down her spine as her husband continued to give pleasure to her. “Oh, enough… please, sweetheart… I want you inside me.” She whispered, her voice almost out of breath. Sweat glistened on her skin. He stood up from the bed and she turned on her side to watch him disrobe. She always enjoyed watching him undress for her and she laid on her back once more. Her nipples ached for his lips, to feel the warmth of his mouth upon them. She looked up at him and motioned with one finger for him to join her on the bed. An absolute look of mischief spread across her face as she gazed deeply into his eyes. He climbed on top of her and kissed her softly.  She placed her hands above her head as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She quivered slightly as he slowly lowered himself into her. She enjoyed several orgasms before her husband’s erection began filling her with sperm. Her final orgasm began instantaneously. He collapsed on top of her and they rolled onto their sides. They both immediately drifted off to sleep still attached to each other.   “Time to get up, sweetheart” she heard. Her body became instantly aware of who’s voice it was. She kissed her husband and smiled deeply. She wanted nothing more than to remain exactly where she was, curled up inn her husband’s arms. “What time is it Darling?” she asked softly. “Almost time for dinner, by the way, someone must have been here and left you a note while we were asleep.” He stated and he rose from the bed and retrieved the envelope for her. She took the note and quickly headed for the privacy of the water closet. She sat on the edge of the basin and opened the note. Her eyes fell upon the neatly scrolled handwriting that she recognised instantly. She read the note silently to herself.   My dearest sister:  I do not know what it is that torments me so, but I must beg your forgiveness for showing such weakness when you had taken me to task. For the task you placed upon me, I can only hope I fulfilled what it was you wanted of me. I dare not ask it, nor speak it, unless you have spoken of it first. Please do not think I am ungrateful for being given the opportunity to be the first you had chosen to test. My loyalty to you shall forever remain unbroken.   With all my love and all my heart,  I am forever your servant.   Tears began to form in her eyes and she struggled to remain silent. In all her life she had never known her sister to be so honest. She had always known her sister to hide behind humour and laughter. This note was final proof of her sister’s honesty. The words came directly from her heart and she knew her sister meant every word. There was no doubt in her mind who would be wearing the third white robe. There was a gentle knock at the door. “Sweetheart, everything all right?” her husband asked from the other side of the door. “Yes, it is, I’ll be out in a minute.” She responded. “I have to go, the butler was just here and announced dinner is being called. I’ll see you after your banquet.” Her husband stated. When she emerged from the water closet, her husband had already departed. She noticed her robe had been brought to the bedchamber and she quickly slipped it over her shoulders. Maltese white robe had been directly under her’s. She draped the robe over her arm and strode over to the sliding panel hidden in the room. She released the catch and disappeared behind the panel. Her driver’s eyes met her in the dimly lit passage. “Your sister begged me to deliver her note, I hope it doesn’t mean you’ve changed your mind about her.” Her driver spoke softly as they began descending the passage stairs. “Quite the contrary, she provided me with the final proof I needed.” She responded almost in tears.” I’ll be able to tell her that by slipping this robe over her shoulders tonight.” “I know she’ll be very grateful by honouring her.” Her driver spoke softly. They continued silently down the passage and they exited the passage into the alcove across from the Library. They quickly entered the hallway and headed towards the banquet hall. “By the way… Ma’am, you and your husband should really try and sleep under the sheets from now on. There is really no doubt why he pleases you so much.” Her driver whispered to her. She blushed slightly and giggled slightly. “But why? It’s much too warm for me after he’s made love to me.”  She quipped. “Because I find it very difficult to resist the urge to join the two of you and I am not sure if my husband would understand.” Her driver spoke softly. “Make arrangements to have the broken lock on the door of the hidden bedchamber repaired. And have the room thoroughly cleaned. Supervise it yourself. We shall have need of it.” She whispered with an evil grin. “You amaze me, not even crowned for a day and making plans for him.” Her driver chuckled. “I expect my daughter to have as cousin, to learn her lessons with, as I had.” She commanded softly. She remembered the endless nights they’d shared and exchanged lovers while they had laid in the same bed. “Our private bedchambers are of course still off limits.” Her driver replied. “Of course, we do need to set boundaries.” She whispered back. “I daresay, that your own husband is most definitely blessed too.” “We both have the same good taste in men.” Her driver quietly snorted back. They both regarded each other’s gaze and burst into laughter as they approached the doors to the banquet hall. Everyone else had already entered the hall and rose to their feet when she entered the hall. Everyone’s eyes fell upon the Maltese clearly visible on the white robe she had draped over her arm. There were only five chairs at the head table. One she noted would remain empty for some time, as that would later become her daughter’s chair. Her great grandmother stood in front of the chair at the opposite end. Her driver took her place in front of the chair next to the empty chair, and she stood before the centre chair. The last chair stood empty between her great grandmother and herself. She gently draped the robe on her arm over the back of the empty chair, making sure the Maltese remained clearly visible. “Please be seated.” She announced and everyone took their seats. She knew exactly where her sister stood as the empty space next to her sister marked the location she, herself, had stood only once before. At that banquet,  she had presented her letter and  had stood before all of them to announce her acceptance of her fiancé’s proposal. “Is there anyone among you who wishes to challenge my choice for the Maltese?” Her voice boomed across the hall. No one moved. Tears began to fill her eyes as she witnessed her sister slowly rise. She could see her mother beckoning her sister to sit back down. A murmur raised through the hall and she raised her hand for silence. “You wish to challenge my wisdom for my choice of Maltese.” Her voice boomed once more. Her sister stared across the hall, directly into her eyes. “Yes Ma’am, I have reason to believe that your choice lacks the necessary courage to fulfill that station.” Her sister spoke only loud enough to be heard.” Silence filled the room completely. Only the slight shifting of robes could be heard as everyone waited for her reply. She knew in some way her sister was trying to strain the limits of her knowledge. She quickly searched her mind for the wisdom she had often seen her great grandmother display. With her mind made up and her own resolve unmoved she spoke softly, yet loud enough to all hear her words. “My dear sister, It takes a great deal of courage to challenge your enemies. But it takes a great deal more to challenge your family. Courage and strength of character are truly reflected from one’s heart. You’ve shown where you heart belongs and where your true duty lies. That is why, it is you who shall take a place at my side and honour me by accepting the Maltese.” She announced in Latin. The Maltese robe slipped from the chair in her great grandmother’s grasp. Her great grandmother held the empty robe for her sister. Applause rang loudly through the hall as her sister allowed her green robe to flutter to the floor. Her sister walked proudly towards the head table. She saw tears streaming down her sister’s face. Her sister now stood before her and her great grandmother draped the final white robe across her siste