The woman before me was Mrs. Bowyer, I thought, and her eyes looked over my shoulder at Lola, who was standing behind me. The displeasure in Mrs. Bowyer's face instantly changed to anger, and her bright red nails dug into the door. Mrs. Bowyer drew back her angry expression as she heard Catherland call her name from behind the door. She tried to force a smile on her face and said, "I think you must be Miss Emily, our queen is busy, and usually no one dares disturb her interest at this time, and if you have nothing important to do, I suggest you leave!" "Tell the catherland I need to see her!" I said adamantly. "Honey, don't you understand what I just said?" Lady Bower said in a warning tone, "no one dares disturb the Queen at this hour, ever!" "Maybe I can just go in there, so don't bother nagging me here!" When I tried to break in, Mrs. Bowyer instantly blocked me with her rounded body. "Fine, I'll tell the queen what you want, but until then, please be patient." Lady Bower wh
Finally, I raised my eyes to Catherland and said, "Perhaps I don't need a relationship counselor, but I do need a smart lady to teach me about court etiquette, and I think Lady Lola is a good choice!" As I said this, Lola gave me a grateful look. Her expression lightened. "So, Lola, stay with you!" Catherland glanced at Lola, who quickly returned her gaze to me, "How about we have lunch together? I'm hungry!" "I'm sorry for your Highness, Prince Leon has asked me for lunch. I must wait for him. I think I should leave!" I said, rising and curtseying to Catherland. "Okay, then we'll make another appointment!" The landlady remained seated as she watched me go. "It's good to be young!" The heather sighed behind me. "As past lovers, we all know that candy that has been opened has a shelf life. Very short!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Bowyer's voice, and her words meant something to me. "That's why we need more fresh fun!" Catheran actually chuckled at that, and then Mrs.
I opened up to Lola, "Tell me all about you and your mother!" Lola froze, surprised, "I thought you were going to ask about Prince Leon!" "I just want to know why your mother whipped you?" I softened my tone toward Lola, "Does she hit you often?" I do not know why, but I have always felt a surge of sympathy and compassion for Lola. For I did not see any maternal love in Mrs. Bowyer's eyes for Lola. My gut told me that Lola's mother had done more than flog her. She must have suffered a great deal. "To my mother, I'm just a whore!" Lola smiled wryly, "My father was a gambler, and he died unexpectedly after leaving a large gambling debt. My mother gave my 14-year-old sister to a duke who was said to have several idiosyncrasies. No virgin can leave his castle in one piece. The next day a box of gold was brought to my mother by the duke's servant, who told her that if she wished my sister to die, she would not take advantage of it. Sometimes she tries to kill me for money. "Damn Mrs.
I did not go to the dining-room until dinner-time. I knew that Leon would come looking for me if I did not appear. Just before dinner-time a message came from Leon asking me to wait for him in the dining-room. As soon as he returns to court, he will join me in the dining-room for dinner. This time, instead of obeying, I hid in my bedroom. My sex counsellor, Miss Lola, tells me that men like compliant women, but that men can be pleasantly surprised and stimulated by the occasional female insubordination. Men like to be conquered, they like to be challenged. But men hate to lose, so in the game of love you have to let the man win, or at least feel like he has. "Emily, are you in there?" Leon threw the door open, and when he saw that there was only one light in the room, and that I was not in bed. His next tone became anxious. "Baby, where are you? Don't kid me!" "I'm here!" I stepped out from behind the curtain in a sheer white gauze dress. A faint fragrance wafted through the room
Leon's hands caress my breasts, his index and middle fingers clasping my nipples and pulling me upwards. Leon kissed each of my nipples separately, and my nipples became hard and wet with Leon's tongue. "I want you, please!" I groaned and prayed. Leon gave me a wicked smile as he thrust one finger inside me, then two. He rhythmically massaged the side of my vagina, and I could feel the flesh tighten around his two fingers. Damn, my vagina seems to be crawling with countless ants, and it's itching! I began to orgasm involuntarily, all my nerve endings throbbing. I groaned aloud, and before the real climax came Leon thrust his enormous body into me again. He thrust in at the best of times, and one of his hands squeezed my breasts. Light, I closed my eyes and felt a flash of yellow. My hands clenched the sheets as pleasure and satisfaction sprayed like fountains over my head. I seemed to pass out, and for a few brief seconds I felt as though I were floating on a cloud. "Baby, I don
Today's entree is roasted reindeer, and Leon is in a good mood. He had already eaten more than the last time. But he took care of my stomach first, as he always did, and when he saw that I had several pieces of meat in it, he slowly brought them from his fork to his mouth. Leon moves gracefully, even the way he chews his food. By Jove, I am stuck in this mess! "This is the last dessert of the evening, my prince!" Lola's impossibly gentle voice appeared behind her, and she came to Leon's side with a silver tray in her hand. Lola had nothing to dress for to-night; she was only in her regular maid's dress. She kept her head down, and her eyes did not linger on Leon. Lola laid down her dessert and immediately withdrew, finally leaving the dining-room in silence. I saw Leon's eyes glance casually at Lola, but there was no ripples in his eyes. There was no surprise or joy as I had expected. It seemed that Lola was just another maid, and Leon never looked at her again. He shifted his gaz
"Lola, does the corset really need to be that tight?" I was almost out of breath, and my waist already looked smaller than usual in the mirror, but Lola was still trying to shrink it. "Miss Emily, you don't know that those aristocratic ladies don't eat or drink for three days before the feast, just to show off their slender curves and proud breasts!" Lola stuck her head out from behind my waist and looked at me in the mirror. "Trust me, the ladies will be privately commenting on everyone's dress and body. Their comments at dinner parties will be passed off as gossip by slave girls too! Miss Emily, I really don't want you to be in those negative comments!" Then Lola let go her hands at last and stood aside, looking at me for a long moment after her relief. It was like a painter admiring his final work. "Very good!" Lola complimented, "I'm sure you'll shine at the party tonight!" I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in an off-the-shoulder rose gown with a sparkling jewel neckl
"Honey, don't put too much pressure on the kids, just smile, okay?" Queen Catharine nudged the king with her elbow, and gave him a look which implied that he should be kinder to me. The King glanced at Queen Catherland, and then gave me a slight sneer. Instantly a chill ran down my spine. The sense of uneasiness increased. Queen Catharine glared at the old king, who bit back his sneer. He turned his head toward the dancing girl directly in front of him. Eyes still distant! "Father, if you will excuse us!" Leon's tone was slightly sour, and he took my hand and returned it to its place. As soon as we were seated, a porter hastened to Leon's side and whispered something in his ear. I saw Leon frown, and then he said to me. "I need to leave for a while, I'll be back!" Leon kissed my forehead and followed the porter. My heart felt empty as I watched Leon's retreating back. Why should not even a brief separation from him be acceptable now? I am such a stupid woman! Then the song of