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The House of Sex - Volume 2, "The Beauty of Perversion". [Copyright 2006. Pippa HighHeels ([email protected])] [Synopsis: Impressed by my abilities, I am loaned out to a European 'House' to experience extremes I had never dreamed of. This story builds on the characters and situations in my earlier story 'The House of Sex' (q.v.). In that story, Philip chances on what he thinks is a sex shop, yet in reality it provides the facilities for him to dress as Pippa and enjoy himself with toys. As a regular client, he is invited to have sex with other clients. Eventually he becomes a TV hostess at the House and works there full time, leaving his former life and his wife and children. He becomes totally dependent upon 'Elaine', the Madame of the House who controls the destiny of all who work there. She, in turn, lends Pippa out to a 'House' in France after performing well with the wealthy Duke. What I have tried to do here is to write 'ultra-porn' - the hardest images that can be described on paper. Not all of the practices here are to my own sexual taste, though all fascinate me. Beware: this story contains descriptions of extreme sexual acts, including bestiality.] 1. The Visitor Each Sunday, the 'House' operated in the way I expect a commune would operate. Elaine would give us all tasks about the House and we all rolled up our sleeves and got cracking. Most of the laundry, cleaning, repairs and gardening etc we managed in this way. Sometimes we had a more specialized task, but normally we could use the expertise of one of our many clients in return for our 'services'. Around 5 o'clock each Sunday, we would gather, tired and ready for a cup of tea and a modest meal, in the kitchen of the 'House'. Elaine used this time to outline our timetable for the week ahead, the list of the clients who had booked to visit and any special requirements they may have. We used this time to swap notes too, in order to understand how to best please our clients. I had been in the House for less than a year. This particular Sunday, the list of clients was nothing out of the ordinary; that is, until Elaine came to name the last client. "Finally", she said, "we shall have the honour of the company of client number 100 on our list, who I'm sure most of you will know is a French nobleman of extraordinary wealth, power and international prestige. Monsieur Le Duc as he is to be called is also a man of extreme sexual appetite who keeps a house such as this in France, mainly for his own pleasure and those of visiting dignitaries and celebrities. In the first instance, I should like you, Pippa, and you, Erica, to entertain him. I'll brief you both in more detail as to his requirements." One reason I did not enjoy Sundays as much as the rest of the week was because we spent the time in working clothes - the usual asexual jeans and t-shirt, an although the 3 TV hostesses wore a little make-up and female underwear, we were not the painted sexual sirens we tried to be during the week. It was a relief, then, to get back to our rooms and surrender ourselves to more feminine attire. I walked up with Angie, who had the room next to mine. "I know this is perverse" I said, "but I can't wait to put on a pair of high heels. I do so hate wearing flat shoes." "Perverse it is, but perverse we are - and I agree. I always revert back fully on a Sunday evening. Why don't you come around once you've changed and I can tell you about the mysterious Monsieur Le Duc?" Angie entered her room with her normal flashing smile to me and gave me a knowing wink. I entered my room and quickly discarded my working clothes and was relieved to step into a hot, invigorating shower. My body, modified as it necessarily had been since my introduction into the 'House' full-time, was completely hairless, including my head. It was thus a sensual experience to soap myself all over to get rid of the grime of our labours. I quickly dried and powdered myself in anticipation of the thrill of dressing 'en femme' once more. Since I had been at the House full-time and left my drab family existence behind, there had not been one day when I had not enjoyed the sensuous thrill of dressing as the sexual woman; even now, lacing my corset, pulling up and attaching stockings, wearing breast forms, making- up, all gave me a superb, devious thrill. The biggest thrill of all, even now, was to slide my feet into the cool leather of a pair of high heels and feel the push of the muscles in my legs as I stood tall in them. Doing just that caused my panties to bulge to an extent that a G-string could not contain. I had made myself up using lots of alluring black eye liner and shadow and used scarlet lipstick; my wig was long and blonde cascading in soft ringlets about my face. I had been experimenting lately with larger breast forms and I now felt very sexy and bouncy in the new pair Elaine had supplied. My tight T-shirt showed my curvy figure; my short leather skirt hugged my bum and the slit in the side gave a cheeky glimpse of black stocking top. I had chosen some classic black patent court shoes with a 6 inch ultra-slim stiletto heel. "You look good enough to eat" said Angie as I relaxed in an easy chair in her room with a welcome glass of wine. And then she added as a rider "...and maybe I will - later!" She smiled at me with her wicked, cheeky smile as she seated herself opposite me. She was made-up to perfection as usual, her skills having been honed over many hours in front of the dressing-table mirror. Her hair was short and dark with blonde highlights, flicked over her forehead. She was wearing a long black diaphanous peignoir over full satin basque and sheer black stockings. On her feet she wore high-heeled sandals with very thin ankle straps and straps across each foot studded with diamonds - a gift from a regular and very grateful client. She wore no panties or thong, her cock and balls on full display as she draped her leg over the arm of the chair. "God, my cock needs some attention" she said, stroking herself to full impressive erection. I kicked my lips in anticipation. "I'll tell you what" I said, "if you tell me about the Duke I'll provide full relief." "Oh my beautiful friend Pippa, you're just the girl when I need some fun." I walked across the room seductively and knelt in front of her chair. I stroked her stocking tops, my face just inches from her fully-erect cock. As I had done many times before, I started to lick around the crown of her knob-end before taking her fully in my mouth and sucking deeply. "Oh, God, Pippa, you are the best. Go gently, otherwise I'll have to concentrate solely on your sucking and you won't get to hear of the Duke." She took a deep breath. "Hmmm, that's nice. Now where was I. Ah, yes, Le Duc de Montesque-Auriac is one of the most wealthy men in the world. He lives most of the time in a huge chateau in the South of France; it takes 15 minutes to drive from the gates to the house. Oh, that's good. I love it deep. I was lucky enough to go there last year, so maybe it's your turn this year, you lucky bitch. Has Elaine told you anything yet?" I shook my head causing her frissons of pleasure at which she moaned again. I eased off for a moment and kissed all along the underside of her cock, then delicately licked all around her prominent cock head. "It's said the Duke is descended from dwarves who were bred for their big cocks and used to service noblewomen. He is massively - and I mean massively - endowed. Both he and his wife have huge sexual appetites, are both fully bisexual, and keep a large staff to service their needs and those of their guests. They host large sex parties for the rich and famous. I know Elaine has been several times. I went there last year as I said. Oooh.. Pippa, this is such a good slow blow..." I took her long and deep again. I sucked long and gently; we were in no hurry, which is always the best way with any sex. "They gave me a personal maid whilst I was there - to cater for ALL my wants, and the sex parties were incredible; I could hardly walk after one of them I'd been fucked so much. I met some beautiful TVs there and we did some really kinky stuff but I loved it; you'll love it too if you go, but I'll miss you, especially when you can do this to me..." She moaned as my rhythm on her purple-headed cock increased in urgency. I settled into a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down her thick shaft. Angie relaxed back, giving herself totally to my actions. We had got to know each other so well over the months since I started full-time at the House; we had made love to each other in every possible way and trusted each other implicitly. I felt her stiffen, her back started to arch, urging her cock into my mouth. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, darling Pippa, take it all." I continued to suck gently, my mouth fully enclosing her turgid knob. I sucked slowly and gently in rhythm, her entreaties became more urgent. I held her on the edge as long as I could until the inevitable cry of ecstasy and the hot spurt of her love-cream in my mouth. I held it there, sucking all the time, taking each successive spurt and holding it in my mouth. When, and only when, she stopped, did I remove her from my mouth. I moved her cum around my mouth to taste and enjoy it fully until it slipped wonderfully down my willing throat. We did not need to say anything. She pulled me up to kiss her deeply, tasting her cum in my mouth. She took my hand and led me over to her huge, inviting bed. 2. Le Duc de Montesque-Auriac The following Wednesday, the house was completely devoted to the visit of Monsieur Le Duc. He arrived in a huge stretched limousine and was courteously invited into the library by Elaine, looking her erotic best. She was wearing a tight, soft, black leather bustier used to enhance and display her ample cleavage. Her short skirt was in the same material, with a seductive slit in the side, giving a cheeky display of black stocking top. Naturally, she wore her highest spikiest heels as she knew these to be a favourite of the Duke. Elaine had insisted (not that we required any persuasion) we all looked our sexiest and she inspected us all, girls, TVs and guys before the arrival of the Duke. The Duke was a short stocky man, though certainly not the dwarf of the rumour. He was around 50 years old, handsome and refined with impeccable manners and demeanor, dressed in a well-cut light grey suit. We were all presented to him one by one, and then Elaine led us all through to the dining room where a light lunch was laid. Elaine and the Duke spent this in deep conversation, as though they were making mutual plans. Elaine kept looking in my direction as we ate, giving the odd knowing smile. I knew we were going to enjoy an afternoon of fun. After lunch, Elaine escorted the Duke to our grandest suite to serve coffee and petit-fours; Erica and I followed, knowing our job that afternoon. "I'll leave you three to it", said Elaine with a smile, adding "Of course, there is absolutely no hurry, please ring if you need anything at all." And with that she left us. It would have been quite easy for there to be an uneasy silence, not knowing what to do or how to make conversation, but we were aware of the job expected of us. Erica simply stood in front of the seated Duke, bent low in front of him to ensure he got a good look at her massive cleavage and whispered in his ear: "We'll start off, join in when you wish." Erica is only slightly built, but has the largest, most pendulous, natural breasts I've ever seen. She peeled off her sweater, to show a bra straining to contain their contents. She rubbed them seductively, and then stood up to allow me to fondle them; I reached round to unhook her bra which was tight into her flesh with the weight they supported. As the clip flipped open, her huge globes hung free. The Duke gasped. "Oh, my dear, you have the most superb breasts." Erica reached around me and undid my skirt and I did the same for her. In the room were two sofas facing each other; the Duke was sat one with us before him. We turned to face the unoccupied sofa and wiggled our pantied bottoms at the Duke. Slowly we removed our panties, wiggling our naked bottoms at the Duke in synchrony, looking round to see him smile at us. He was starting to remove his silk tie. We eventually dropped our panties to the floor and stepped out of them, covered our parts with our hands and turned and sat on the sofa opposite the Duke. Then, at the same time we each hung a leg over an end of the sofa so as to open our legs even more. Erica laid back and sensuously opened her pussy lips as wide as she could to attract the gaze of the Duke. I did the same, my erect cock at full attention. Erica and I moved towards each other and kissed each other passionately, flicking our tongues in each other's mouths. Erica held my cock firmly, and then slid off the sofa to kneel and start to suck and kiss my cock. 'Oh, you are both Incroyable' said the Duke behind us, who was removing his clothes and folding them neatly. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of his incredible cock. The Duke was now fully naked and walking towards us, his huge member swinging between his legs. I was awe-struck by the sight; I looked at the Duke, then again at his cock. I'm sure my mouth had just hung open in amazement. 'No Sir', I said, 'it is you who are incredible. Erica, look!' The Duke stood before us, his cock not yet fully erect. I had seen some extraordinary members whilst working at the 'House', but nothing like this. It hung at least three-quarters of the way to his knees, but had amazing thickness I'd only seen on some of my biggest toys. There was no doubt that no human could take such a cock in the mouth, such was the incredible thickness of his wonder-cock. This wonderment took fractions of a second, yet seemed like an eternity. We were both licking, kissing and wanking his cock for all we were worth; we both tried to get the knob in our mouths and both failed, ending up each on either side of his swelling cock head, kissing, licking and sucking at his huge meat. 'Let us all go over to the bed where we can be more comfortable', suggested the Duke. We did as he suggested and he lay on the middle of the bed as we worshipped his cock with our mouths and hands. Erica took him between her huge breasts, massaging him as I licked his knob-end. Erica moved forwards, dangling her tits in face of the Duke who took them in each hand, the flesh overflowing, his lips at her saucer-large areolas and nipples. I held on the massive cock, wanking it rhythmically. Erica cried 'I must have your gorgeous cock in my cunt, please, please!' 'Of course you shall.' replied the Duke, slurping at her tits. 'Pippa, guide my cock into Erica's cunt please.' I was ultra-hard as I nudged the huge knob end of the Duke's cock between Erica's lips; her cunt was now dripping juice, so much did she need him. I heard her moan as the bulbous, monstrous head opened her up to the point of pain. Then she screamed as she was impaled most of the way down the massive shaft. I thought she was to faint as I saw her eyes roll almost in a swoon. 'Oh, oh, oh' she whimpered as she got used to the size within her. 'Oh, this is amazing. Fuck me deep, fuck me, fuck me.' She was on top of him, swinging her huge tits over his face as he enjoyed the hot silky wetness of Erica's cunt. I kneeled behind Erica, licking the cunt juice from the Duke's meat as he withdrew from her only to thrust deep again. 'Pippa, come sit on my face, please.' instructed the Duke. I did as I was bid and moved round to place my knees on either side of the Duke's noble head. Erica raised herself and made room for me. The duke pulled me down on his face and I felt the wet probe of his tongue on my arsehole. I moaned, leaned forwards to kiss Erica and caress her huge pendulous tits, I moved back such that he could take my knob end in his mouth which he did without the slightest hesitation. We switched positions, the Duke taking Erica in doggy-style. I was laying underneath, sixty-nining with Erica whilst stroking her huge tits and watching the Duke's monster cock cleave its way into her dripping cunt, with me catching the juice in my mouth. Eventually the Duke cried out. 'I'm gonna cum! I want to come over your tits, Erica!' Erica eased off his cock and quickly changed positions; in seconds she had his slimy pole enveloped in her tits. He continued for a few seconds, anxiety on his face as though he were about to experience a terrible event. He continued to grunt louder and louder until eventually he came with a huge cry of relief. I'm sure I saw tears of joy in his eyes when rope after gluey rope of thick, creamy cum spurt over Erica's fine pendulous breasts. I took his cock and oozed the last goo from the eye of his cock and licked it up, then turned to Erica and licked up the spunk from her breasts, kissing her to share as much of it with her as I could. 'Oh, darlings, that was wonderful, wonderful. But I'm sure I'll have some for you.' He leaned over to me and kissed me, licking my spunk-fresh lips and tongue. We had a drink and the Duke explained to us how he would like to fuck some more. In particular, he wanted my arse! Although he was monstrously endowed, I was not afraid of his size; in fact, I was looking forwards to being taken. Erica and I worked the Duke vigorously with our mouths and hands and soon he was fully erect once again. He lay on the bed, but with feet on the floor. With my back to him, I straddled the waiting monster. Erica continued to massage him with both hands to maintain his erection. The knob, engorged and purple must have been over 3 inches across at the corona and soon it was nudging my slippery hole. I think the Duke underestimated my capacity, for it was not long before I had relaxed enough such that his knob-head was waiting to enter. A gentle push and I felt my sphincter close over his head; we both moaned at the feeling. 'Oh, this is so good, so good' said the Duke, taking me a little deeper. I too felt good, and knew that my hours spent playing with my toys would allow Monsieur Le Duc to have an experience he would never forget - I was determined to take all of him into my eager rectum. I was in charge being above him; I took a deep breath and relaxed even more; another 4 inches of cock slid into my hot slimy arse, then another two inches and he was at my next gate. But I knew I could take more. I was happy to fuck him like this for a while; the end-point of each thrust nudged the next gate. I knew when the next sphincter would relax and give him a thrill he'd never had before, so I was in control. I leaned back over his chest and felt Erica take my member in her mouth. Life could never be better than this. 'Oh, oh, c'est incroyable!' screamed the Duke, 'tr?s douce!' I knew he was ready for the next surprise. I leaned back up, holding my weight on bent legs, shifted myself over to one side, wiggled a little, then I and the Duke felt our union go even deeper; I had taken the whole of his super-cock into the depths of my arse. I leant back again onto his chest and turned to him as best I could. 'This is truly wonderful. I feel incredible. Thank you so much for fucking me; you can fuck me forever like this. I adore it.' He was in a state of ecstasy, writhing under me, unable to comprehend how I could accommodate so much of his freak cock, yet loving every second of it. I was moving very slowly, as I could tell he was near the edge and wanted to extend the pleasure for us both. 'Oh, oh, oh, I am going to cum, to cum, to cum in your beautiful asshole' he screamed. I felt multiple shots of warm cream and the monster was slain and was retracting back from its warm haven. The Duke was ecstatic, gushing with praise and appreciation. I knew I had done my job well and Elaine would get a good report. 'Monsieur Le Duc, you are undoubtedly a master of the erotic arts. You fucked me beautifully. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Now, would you like a mouthful, or shall I give it to Erica?' Erica smiled. The Duke eased his cock out of me and it hung limp and slimy between his legs. Erica did not need a second invitation and was soon licking the cum and cock-slime from his flaccid cock. 'Erica, you too have treated me wonderfully this afternoon. Please lick my cum from Pippa's amazing hole.' Erica lay on the bed. I sat with legs astride Erica's head and shoulders. The Duke kneeled at the side of the bed to see our perversion at close detail. Erica pulled me down to her mouth and I felt her tongue dart up into my highly dilated hole. She slurped and licked at the little drips of cum from me; eventually, big globs of creamy spunk dropped out of my slimy arse and into her open, waiting mouth. 3. Le Chateau The following day, Elaine came to see me. I had indeed pleased the Duke, and as expected by Angie, I had been invited to his Chateau for an extended visit. Elaine explained that the Duke maintained a magnificent chateau deep in the heart of France. I was to leave in two weeks time, and was invited to remain there for 'several weeks'. Elaine simply said that I would see and experience there extremes which were not possible at the House. She said that she thought I was mentally tough enough to go there. The Duke and Duchess were both addicted to sex in its many forms; their staff were trained to participate in their sex with them and their guests. They were willing sex slaves to their Master and Mistress. But the Duke, and especially the Duchess, would not tolerate any hesitation at all when one of their staff was required to perform a requested act. Hence, Elaine needed me to be mentally disciplined. Should I hesitate to perform in the slightest way, either for the Duke, the Duchess or their rich and powerful guests, I would be sent home in shame with the House and Elaine's reputation in ruins. I was to travel privately 'en femme' and all the necessary arrangements were already made. I could take as much or as little clothing as I wanted as everything I could want would be available to me in France. During the week before traveling, I was excused sessions with clients; instead I was to prepare my mind and body for the month or so ahead. Geraldine and Angie had both been to the Chateau on extended trips; Geraldine, having been at the House for several years had been many times. Both 'girls' had been a great support and source of inspiration to me since joining the House. Their sheer sexuality and seductiveness, their attention to detail, their femininity, were all a wonderful model to me. I pressed them both about the Chateau, but neither was willing to give me the detail I craved. How could I do more there than here, surely I had experienced everything? Geraldine taught me how to meditate and relax myself deeply; I could use this to avoid the stress of new surroundings and new expectations. I gathered I needed to be very relaxed, particularly in one area of my body... I made sure my body was completely free from hair, I practiced my makeup under Angie's superb tutelage to get the required effect demanded by my temporary patrons, I ensured I was cleaned out deeply and completely, and I kept myself very supple by use of my thickest and longest dildos. Elaine requested I wear a special plug; in many ways it was shaped like a normal butt plug, yet much wider than normal models. It had three distinct ripples up the main body but at the top it was elongated into a long semi- flexible rod around an inch in diameter. The idea was to insert this such that it kept open the sphincter at the top of the rectum where the gut bends to the left. It was this 'gate' that was breached during very deep penetration and I had to be sure to be open there at all times. I had decided I had to take some of my favourite clothes - lingerie, shoes, make-up and wigs. I was requested to travel wearing the special plug I had been given and I was more than happy to oblige. It felt comfortable in my guts despite its size, shape and length. It was a sharp, bright spring morning in May when my car arrived at the door of the 'House' which had been my sanctuary of sex for many, many months. This was the first time I was to leave my welcome prison of my dreams. So, it was with a little apprehension that I sat in the back of the limousine. The others in the House had been sensitive to my parting; all had come to my room to wish me well and to hug and kiss me. Elaine had checked everything was in order. Her last words were in my ears: 'Pippa, come back to us even more sexual than you are now. Take the opportunity to experience everything you can. I'm sure you'll please the Duke and Duchess if you thoroughly enjoy each and everything they ask you to do. I wouldn't be sending you if I thought you were going to take offense and I don't think you will. Enjoy yourself. You'll be well looked after and anything you want will be at your disposal.' The limousine whisked me off to a nearby airfield. The Duke's Lear jet was waiting for me on the tarmac and in just over an hour we had landed in a private airfield in a remote part of France. I did not ask how passports and customs had been bypassed. I imagined the Duke could arrange these things with his immense wealth and power. The temperature was much warmer now and I felt comfortable walking across to the waiting limousine in my high-heeled sandals. The fresh air swirled about my black stocking tops and my boobs gently bounced as I walked. I felt relaxed, free and feminine. I sat into the limousine seat as elegantly as I could in a short skirt; the driver smiled at me as he held the door for me. 'Some champagne for you, Madame' he indicated as I sat in the limousine. The driver entered from the other side, and poured a glass for me with a knowing smile. As I sat sipping the champagne, I heard my luggage being loaded into the car. 'We shall be at the Chateau in around 20 minutes, Madame. Please relax and help yourself to more champagne.' The car whisked off into the spring sunshine; I did some deep breathing as instructed by Angie; this, and the effect of the champagne allowed me to arrive serene and relaxed. The plug, deep in my guts, felt comfortable and secure; it had already been in place for 3 hours so already I would be wide and gape beautifully. The Duke's estate was obviously huge. From the massive iron gates off the lonely country road, the car snaked through tree-lined well-maintained roads aside lakes and woods. The house itself was on a similar scale, a large baroque palace in symmetrical form, amid formal gardens in immaculate state. The out-buildings and stables were themselves immense, set off to one side of the main building. The limousine stopped by the main steps of the chateau and the driver came around and opened the door for me; I stepped out, stood straight and took a few moments to drink in the splendour of my ducal surroundings. A young maid, dressed in a short, low-cut, tight fitting black dress and wearing high black stilettos, tottered down to meet me at the car. 'Welcome, Madamemoiselle' she said with pronounced accent, 'please follow me. I have instructions to take you to see the Duke immediately.' I followed her up the steps to the huge front doors which were flung open to let in the warm spring air. She led me across an open marbled hall; the sound of our heels clicking on the floor excited me. She led up a large open staircase; my eyes followed her up the stairs. I was able to see her black stocking tops and tight suspenders underneath the short flared skirt. I could also see she was wearing nothing beneath the skirt save the tell-tale flare of a butt plug between the cheeks of her tight young arse. The maid ushered me into a library. At the far end, behind a vast desk was the Duke, signing papers. As the door opened, he rose and smiled. 'Ah, Madamemoiselle Pippa, bienvenue a mon petit Chateau!' He held out his hands for mine and lightly kissed me on both cheeks in the French manner. 'Please, do come in and sit down. I trust the journey was not too tiresome? I must say that you look ravishing.' I thanked the Duke for the travel arrangements and his kindness. The Duke turned to the Maid, who awaited his instructions. 'Merci, Claudette. Allez chercher Madame Rayner, s'il vous plait.' The Duke then turned to me again. I've asked Claudette to fetch our Housekeeper, Madame Rayner. When she comes, do not be alarmed by her appearance, for she is very striking. Madame Rayner runs the house here; she is like Elaine at your house, but she has a whole team of people who run the estate, the house, the animals and, of course, our entertainment... Oh, and apologies from the Duchess who is not here to greet you. She is presently returning from the USA where she has commissioned some porn films to her specification. It is her latest project. Like all her projects, I think she will be successful.' 'Ah, here is Madame Rayner now.' I was glad the Duke had warned me about Madame Rayner's appearance. She was a woman of around 30 years old and had an air of quiet and efficient authority. Her figure was probably a perfect '10', being slim and petite; she glided across the library floor towards us, on precipitous high spike heels. I was almost ashamed, for her heels were higher than those I had on my own feet. My eyes followed her shapely legs, encased in the sheerest black stockings. Where the eye expected a skirt there was none. She wore a skin-tight black leather basque with 6 slim suspenders on open display. Neither did she wear any form of thong nor panties, save a leather strap which was attached to the hem of the basque and went vertically down between her legs and up the other side to attach once again to the basque. The strap was tight and pushed apart her fleshy outer labia, which were pierced with 3 thick gold rings on each side. I learned later the strap had a openable metal ring used to clip around the narrow lower part of an anal plug; she was undoubtedly wearing one at this first meeting. Her waist was very narrow and accentuated her breasts and cleavage. The top of the basque was cut very low, such that her nipples were almost on show. Her head showed her to be classically beautiful; she had added to her looks in the style we all loved - heavy black eye make-up coupled with scarlet lips; but her most striking feature was the lack of hair on her head which was shaven smooth. Her air of authority was more enhanced by the riding crop she carried in her delicate hands. 'Permettez-moi de vous presentez Madame Rayner' said the Duke to me with a great flourish. 'Madame Rayner, please meet Miss Pippa HighHeels.' We shook hands cautiously, with exchanged 'Enchantez' I could not help but say to her 'Madame, you look so beautiful and erotic.' She obviously understood me and smiled. 'I have heard good things about you from the Duke,' she said to me with her heavy accent. 'He says you took him all the way, and only a few have ever done that. I must now show you to your room and to meet with your maid, Mireille.' We walked together, though it was hard to keep up with Madame Rayner. She had a very erect bearing and business-like manner. We walked down opulent corridors with marble floors. Madame Rayner gave me a running commentary as we walked; she explained how the Duke loved the sound of high heels on stone floors so most of the flooring was in the French style with no carpets. We were walking at the back of the house; each window gave a glimpse of the vast formal gardens and he parkland beyond. Madame explained how the 'staff' of this 'House' lived in the wing we were in; the 'guests' used the opposite wing. Mireille was to be my Maid and be my constant companion whilst at the Chateau. 'I trust you are wearing the plug we sent for you?' she enquired. 'Of course' I replied, 'I have been wearing it since I left this morning.' 'Good' Madame Rayner said, then with a hint of wickedness added 'you're probably ready for something bigger then.' 'Ah, here is your suite, I hope you will be comfortable. And here is Mireille. I shall return later to brief you properly on your duties and our expectations here. I believe we have prepared some lunch for you. I shall return around 5 o'clock.' With that she turned on her elegant heels and walked off in the other direction. Mireille was in her early twenties, slim and petite, very pretty with short auburn hair. She wore a plain black mini-dress and high heeled ankle boots. I guessed she was wearing little else. I was left with Mireille, standing there at the door, having not uttered a word to each other. We both saw the humour of the situation and laughed briefly, then Mireile greeted me like an old friend, kissing me gently on both cheeks. 'Hello. I'm very pleased to meet you.' I said, rather lamely. 'Do you speak English?' 'Of course, but I want to speak it better,' she said with strong accent. 'Angie helped me and I hope you will too. How is she?' We were still standing in the corridor and we both realised it at the same time, our hands reaching for the door handle in synchrony. Again we laughed as we almost fell towards each other and into the room. The room, or rather 3 rooms, was a full suite, comprising a comfortable sitting room with large screen television. To one side a table was set with a selection of cold meats, cheeses and salads. A door led to a bedroom with huge bed and large walk-in wardrobe. The adjoining bathroom was also huge and even had its own private colonic washout machine. 'Do you like it' asked Mireille, beaming. 'It's wonderful, like everything I've seen here.' I paused and then added '...including all the people. Tell me Mireille, where is your room?' 'I shall sleep here with you and with whoever you entertain here or elsewhere. I'm afraid you're stuck with me. I hope you like...did not Angie tell you.' 'No. I think Angie and the rest were forbidden from telling me all but the essentials of life here. They wanted it to be a surprise. And it is - a very pleasant one. I'm delighted you are to be my friend.' 'I'm glad, but remember I'm only your Maid. You are the star of the show. I'm here to do your bidding; I will, of course, do anything at all for you, anything at all. You realize my body is yours to do as you wish; my holes are available to you anytime you wish and I hope you will want to have sex with me in many combinations. I'm sure you are as sexy as Angie. She was great.' She smiled at me again, a great warm smile to capture the heart. I suddenly realised it was past two o'clock and I was very hungry. Mireille seemed to read my thoughts. 'Please, I guess you must be hungry?' I helped myself to food and felt much better once I had eaten and had something to drink. I explored the apartment further; all the luggage I had brought had been unpacked and neatly put away. But there were other clothes there. Mireille explained that they had been chosen especially for me and I could wear them as I wished. She told me that I had to be 'en femme' at all times and that outside the room I had to have some form of anal plug in place. This was a strict rule which could not be broken. She opened up a deep, wide drawer which full of every sort of sex toy imaginable - dildos in every size, shape and material, plugs of different sizes and vibrating toys too. 'You can use these when and how you like,' said Mireille, pulling out a huge double ender and stroking it sensually. 'I think I could take half of this in here,' she said, placing her boot on a chair, lifting her skirt and pointing to her bum hole - which was already filled (as was my own) with a plug. Within 5 minutes we were on the bed in a 69 position, she having discarded her dress, me having lost my skirt and panties. I licked and probed her soaking crack, massaging the thick but short plug in and out of her arse; in turn she sucked me deeply and slowly, teasing my hole with my plug. We continued like this for a considerable time, she having several large noisy orgasms; when I could hold back no longer I screamed that I was about to cum. She was underneath me and let me judge the pace of my cock movements in her mouth; she kept her lips just where they should be - down the shaft, and sucked gently. When it came, it was a great creamy gush into her mouth. Mireille never flinched; she took it all to the last drop. When I had finished, she tapped my leg to move; she had not yet swallowed. We were both kneeling on the bed; Mireille could not speak as her mouth was so full; she pointed at my mouth and at her mouth, asking me if I wished to 'snowball'. I nodded and lay back. She smiled with her mouth tight closed as her pretty red lips homed in on mine. Our lips touched and she let out a tiny dribble of my salty cum into my mouth, then more and more and finally, allowed my to take the free liquid. Her tongue followed and chased the globs of cum cream she had dribbled into my mouth. We swapped and I gave her back my cum. 'Please,' I said, 'it is surely yours to swallow.' Mireille swallowed it all, looking into my eyes and smiling all the time. 'That was gorgeous. Thank you.' She kissed me, knowing I would relish the taste within her mouth. 'Let's have some dildo fun now. Please, relax back, let me do you first.' She organized the bed with towels and pillows at each end. My bum was up high and she eased out the plug that I had been wearing since early that morning. I felt that wonderful gaping, open feeling I loved so much. Then I felt Mireille squeeze some lubrication into my arse and felt it running down my love tube. Mireille took hold of the huge double ender and introduced the knob-end into my hole. I sighed with pleasure. 'I think this one feels so good...' she said as she wriggled the dildo into me. 'Hold it there and I'll do the same here.' She placed herself on her back opposite me and got herself comfortable. Then she eased out the plug she herself was wearing. It was thicker but shorter than the one I had removed. Then, with some ease, she took the first 8 inches of the dildo to match the depth in my own gut. She moaned 'Oh, don't you just think this is the best feeling? I think it's much better in the arsehole than in the cunt.' 'Oh yes. This is very, very good,' I replied truthfully, 'I need more to go through the next gate.' 'Me too, but let's just take things very slowly, we have no need to rush this and as it's just so good and comfortable...' We lay back and wriggled slowly, enjoying the slow probing within us. As I relaxed further I felt the dildo cross the divide through the next gate and into the higher gut. 'Oh, I've just taken it through the gate, it's fantastic, wonderful, oh this is superb..' I loved this feeling of being opened up and probed deep. 'Oh, it is good, so good,' said Mireille, '...but I've never gone through the top gate and want to so much. When I can do that Madame will let me go with the very big customers who demand it. Oh, help me Pippa, I want this so much.' Mireille was obviously a little distressed. I knew myself how difficult this final barrier can be as it coincides with a large bend in the gut. My problem was stopping the rest of the monster go into me rather than in Mireille, for I had already taken my half. I tried to think how I had finally conquered my own 'gate'. I wanted Mireille to relax and enjoy this; I was also confident I could help her and I said so. 'But we must first use something much thinner than this one...I can help you if you just leave things to me, OK.' Mireille nodded in acceptance. I eased my self off the double-ender and eased it out of Mireille also. I had taken 18 inches of the monster and I had to admit I was reluctant to remove it as It did feel so good, but if I could help Mireille, she would be able to enjoy the same degree of ecstasy. Mireille told me that she had been trying for several months. She would have to demonstrate to Madame Rayner that she could do this, then Madame would allow her to have her nipples pierced, indicating to staff and customers alike that she could do this. 'It is what I want most in the world' she implored with doleful, deep brown eyes. I went to the 'toy drawer' and soon found the ideal toy - a long double- ender which was only one inch across, very thin by our advanced standards. I stroked, caressed and licked the lying Mireille, then I got her to kneel with her wonderful arse in the air, head in a pillow. I squeezed lots of lubricant into her distended hole and easily introduced the head of the double-ender. It slid easily to the top of her rectum; I massaged it in and out and she moaned with pleasure. 'Will you be able to do it,' she said anxiously. I decided I must take her mind off her fear of failure. I got Mireille to turn over onto her front and went into the 69 position with me on top. I got Mireille to suck me whilst I probed her with the long dildo; eventually, after much probing I felt the end against the turn in her gut, and, very, very gently I applied pressure. The toy had nowhere else to go. As it slipped through the sphincter of upper gate, Mireille let out a gasp, and then, very easily, another 4 inches of the dildo disappeared up into her. 'Oh yes, yes!!' she cried and sucked me even more passionately. 'Oh, oh' she whimpered, 'oh, thank you, thank you.' 'Please, relax. We'll do it again.' I eased out the toy and probed until the gate was breached again and massaged gently so she was comfortable with the toy at such depth. 'Now let's try something slightly thicker.' I left the dildo deep in her whilst I found and prepared a similar toy which was half as thick again. Again I introduced it gently; it slid easily to the gate and with a little pressure eased through to another gasp of joy from Mireille, now almost crying with happiness. 'Does it feel comfortable?' I asked. 'Oh, Pippa, you've taken me onto a new level now. How can I ever repay you?' I moved up on my knees between her legs and slid my aching hard cock into her soaking cunt; I reached behind to the flopping end of the double-ender and pulled it up and slid it into my arse, both to pleasure myself and to stop the dildo being ejected from the depth of Mireille's beautiful arse. I could not fuck her hard, but instead we enjoyed a slow grind. I had half my mind on the toy which linked us, for I was anxious to keep it as deep as possible in Mireille, who was obviously enjoying herself by her moans and groans with every turn. As we writhed together I became aware that we were not alone. Madame Rayner had been standing in the shadows of the lounge looking through into the bedroom and I had now heard the tapping of her heels on the floor as she came in to join us. 'I can see you're getting into the swing of things here, Miss Pippa. No please, don't stop on my account. I adore to see live fucking. Mireille, do I gather you've done it at last?' 'Oh, Madame, Madame,' she gushed, 'look how deep the dildo is within me! I adore it! Pippa has been a darling. Oh, Madame, Madame, can I get my nipples pierced, please!' Madame did not answer, but tottered across to the toy drawer and produced an even thicker double-ender. 'Here, take this up to here' - indicating about 18 inches - 'and you can.' Mireille and I de-coupled and I eased the dildo from within us both. The new dildo was twice as thick as the one we had first had success with and had rings each couple of inches up its length. 'Mireille, don't panic, this will be easy - and you'll faint with pleasure.' I applied lots of lubrication and eased 8 inches up Mireille's wonderful willing arse. She wanted this so much. I had to admire her willingness and dedication. Madame stood by the bed and held Mireille's hand. 'It is the most wonderful feeling, is it not, Mireille?' Oh, yes, Madame, yes, oh, it's in and past and, oh, oh, oh, fucking so deep in my arse, oh Madame, it's wonderful, wonderful.' Madame Rayner indicated I could occupy the other end. By the time the toy was fully installed in me and in Mireille she had taken the depth required by Madame. I too had taken a similar length. We lay, on our backs, interlinked, withing and bucking to give the other pleasure. Mireille came again and again. Madame came around to my side. She had removed the strap between her legs to reveal the rest of her intimate piercings; she had at least 5 horizontal piercings around her clitoris, each having a jewel, giving the impression of a row of jewels running in a vertical line over her hood. She also had a vertical hood piercing in thick steel in bar-bell shape to give her permanent clitoral stimulation; in addition were the piercings which seemed on constant display piercing her outer labia. 'You like them?' she said to me. 'They are immensely sexy,' I said truthfully. Madame got on the bed, this time with her back to me and positioned herself astride me. Immediately she bore down on Mireille, kissing her passionately. They exchanged words in French, which I could not understand, yet they spurred Mireille on to carress Madame over the whole of the area she could reach. She rubbed her hands over the whole of her bald head, revelling in her ultra-nakedness. Mireille turned down the cups of Madame's basque to reveal her pert breasts and her nipples, pierced with large rings and dainty trialing chains. Madame's cunt was dripping and hovered above my aching cock, still erect from the sucking by Mireille and turned on by the whole scene and the gorgeous dildo which impaled my arse. To my side, I could see Madame's superb shoes, an erotic masteriece of minimalism. Her dainty foot was held in place by two tiny straps, one across the toes and one as an ankle-strap crossing behind the heel. The heels were very high and very slim; in addition, her stockings, which now brushed the side of my body were ultra smooth, black and sheer. They were attached to her leather basque with 6 slim suspenders. As she was bent over Mireille I had a marvellous view of her jewelled cunt and the huge plug in her arse. She turned towards me. 'Please. Can you lean forwards and remove my plug for me?' I did as I was bid and slowly removed the most singular plug I had ever seen. It was like a very short convential plug at the base but connected to a set of balls strung together; the largest, and nearest, were over two inches in diameter; these would fill up her rectum; the higher balls tapered in diameter as they would have gone past the second ring and into the higher gut. The balls popped out in sequence, the whole string being some 18 inches long. As the last ball pulled out she leaned back and sat on my cock, taking me to the root in one motion into her slimy arse. Then she removed herself again and impaled me again, this time in her cunt. Like this, she rode me whilst continuing to caress and encourage Mireille, who was, of course still in complete ecstasy whilst connected umbilically to me via the double-ender. I could not hold out much longer and warned Madame of my impending cum. 'Oh, yes, spray your cum in my cunt' she cried. I exploded, for I had been stopped and started several times since my initial cum in Mireille's mouth, and groaned my pleasure. She hopped off and disappeared back into the other room. Mireille and I disconnected from the huge rubber phallus that connected us. I gave my end to Mireille and she gave her end to me; we looked at each other as we licked and sucked each other's ends, then kissed with some passion. 'And now my real mission,' said Madame Rayner coming back into the bedroom, 'is to test you Pippa, to your absolute limit. Mireille, please stay with us. You have done well, Mireille. I shall ensure we have a very special evening sometime.' Mireille came to her and they kissed softly. 'Arrange to have you nipples done as you wish. Now, can you help me into this, it's quite hard to position comfortably.' Madame lay back on the bed and held her legs apart. Mireille had the most amazing toy I have ever seen in her hand. One end was about the size and shape of a small aubergine. Mireille introduced this end into Madame's cunt, which enclosed over the narrower neck. Flush with her body were straps which were then tightened about her waist and legs to form a harness. Sticking forwards was a huge knobbly phallus and I had a good idea what Madame was going to do with it. At the body end, the root of the phallus was around 3 inches in diameter; after 4 inches of length it narrowed to something just over 2.5 inches in diameter and finally, around a foot from the root narrowed again to maybe over 2 inches in diameter; at the tip was a large bulbous knob that would test any of the hostesses at the 'House'. The whole thing was around 20 inches long. 'Now which position shall we try first? Mireille, some lubrication for Pippa's arse and for this beauty please.' Mireille ensured the amazing 'toy' was very well lubricated. I knew she was so grateful for what I had done for her that evening and knew that she did not want me to fail here. With me lying on my left side I felt Madame introduce the knob into my gaping hole. I had had something in my hole for most of that day so I was well lubricated and relaxed, but I had not prepared for the brute within me. The first eight inches went in easily; Mireille was by the bed, whispering encouragement to me as Madame fed my arse with more of the monster. I felt the knob go through the second gate and into the higher gut. Then the thicker section entered below and began to stretch and fill my rectum. Soon, I had all but the thick root within me. Madame sensed my comfort. 'Is that so good, Pippa?' 'Oh Madame,' I replied in some rapture, 'I would do anything for this exquisite feeling.' 'Then feel this...' She pressed a button on the root of the device; I was sure it was going to vibrate, but no, I felt my ring being expanded further and then the feeling surged up my rectum as though I was being opened up, then relaxed again. I was as though a ball were made to roll within the device, the ball being larger than the diameter of the tube containing it, having the effect of pushing out the diameter of the tube temporarily. The feeling stalled at my second gate, though I felt more open here than ever before. I was seized with fear and held Mireille's hand. I started to pour with sweat. 'Relax, Pippa, relax,' implored Madame, 'you're doing really well, we have all night if necessary. Mireille, suck her please.' I raised my leg to give Mireille access to my cock. In doing so, I felt something move within me and I knew the 'ball' had got though the gate. The feeling was incredible as my upper rectum was widened further than ever before, and I screamed 'Oh, yes, yes, yes, that is truly amazing.....' Instantly, I dumped my third load of cum that day, the second in Mireille's beautiful welcoming mouth. Madame directed: 'Mireille, please swallow your prize for being so good tonight. I shall now cause the ball to run in and out.' Madame again pressed a button on the root of the device, causing the 'ball' within the device to roll backwards and forwards, expanding me out, then allowing my tube to contract back to the original girth. The feeling was so intense I thought I should cum yet again. Madame continued to work my arse by wriggling about, slowly, very slowly massaging in and out; at the same time the girth of the monster was being flexed out along the full length by the 'ball' within it. After maybe half an hour of this, I was in a state of some delirium; Mireille was mopping my brow, urging me on. 'I think you can take more, Miss HighHeels, don't you', said Madame, somewhat sternly. She increased the rate at which the ball within traveled up and down the girth of this wonderful device; as the 'ball' was pulled back out, it came right out of my ring before entering again. As the ball popped from me, still within the retaining tube, it smacked into Madame causing her good sensations, judging by her moans of satisfaction. 'Mireille, please go to my apartment and get the next size from Yvette,' instructed Madame. She stopped the ball, then started, very slowly to back out the toy. It took at least 10 minutes, by which time Mireille had returned and lubed up my next challenge. This was in the same form as the previous 'toy', yet all dimensions were bigger, especially the girth of each section which, to my eye, was at least half an inch bigger than the previous one. 'Look at Pippa's hole now, Mireille, see how beautifully open it is. Many will want to marvel at it. I can already think of several clients who would be satisfied just to see such a beautiful hole. But I think you can take more, let us see.' I was a limp rag whilst all this was going on. I felt rent in two, but the feeling of openness was truly wonderful. I was too far gone now to resist; they could have done anything to me and I would have agreed. The level of pleasure chemicals in a human body can reach a point to give high better than any narcotics. I was higher now than ever before and destined to go higher still. I knew Madame was going to test me severely. No doubt the Duke and Duchess had demanded it from Elaine. There were customers who would pay lots of money to see and experience an arse of my - now very considerable - dimensions. I lay there as Madame, assisted by Mireille, fed my arse again with the huge toy. The first and narrowest stage, though still around 2.5 inches thick went in easily. I felt the stretch, I thought I should rip, but I opened more and more, the tip breaching the high gate and stretching me there, too, further than ever before. I was gasping for air, and in a state of delirium; Madame massaged the monster gently within me. Then she turned on the ball... 4. Mireille's story I do not remember more. I guess I must have passed out. I woke up some considerable time later, my brow being stroked by the ever-attentive Mireille who was whispering to me in French. I recall looking up at her sleepily, not knowing where I was at first whilst the fog of my mind cleared. 'How are you?' she whispered to me. 'Madame Rayner was so pleased with you. Did you enjoy it?' 'That was, by any standard, a wonderful experience. I was so high with the feeling. I'm a little sore, but just feel so... open, gaping. I feel deeply ravaged, but I know I've moved my capability on to another level.' I leaned over to caress her breasts and play with her nipples; it reminded me of Mireille's desire to have them pierced. 'And so have you. When do you have your nipples pierced?' Mireille smiled as if she was happy to remember a forthcoming treat. 'Madame will arrange for the house doctor to do it next week. I can't wait. I think all my clients will like it.' As we lay in each other's arms, the cool morning air stirred the curtains and allowed the sunlight to flash briefly into the room. I turned to Mireille and in a whim asked 'May I ask, how did you come to be here? If you don't want to tell me, I don't mind. I don't want to pry...' Mireille smiled and turned to me, but stared ahead as she spoke as if in another world. Her father had worked on the estate as a gardener and odd- job man; they had had a small cottage tied to the job. Her mother did jobs as they came along, taking in washing and the like, but looking after Mireille and her elder brother, Jacques. Jacques was a talented musician and Mireille's mother wanted Jacques to have the opportunity to train properly, but that was not something her father appreciated or understood. He was a brutal man who got drunk, and when he did so, was often violent to Mireille's mother and sometimes to the children. One night her father returned home, drunk and moody. Her father and mother started to fight and it soon got out of hand. Her father drew a kitchen knife from a drawer and was about to stab her mother when Jacques hit him over the head with a pan; her father fell like a sack of potatoes, hit his head on the corner of the table as he fell, and lay dead at their feet. They all stood transfixed, not knowing what to do. Mireille was 15 at the time, her brother two years older, and her mother still a good-looking woman of 40 but her life had been utterly shattered by the tragic events of that night. Mireille remembered her mother did not know whether she was shocked, relieved or angry; nor did she know what to do. Jacques had a good idea that Monsieur Le Duc could help the family, all of whom had worked for the estate over the years. Monsieur Le Duc is a kindly man who retained the trust of his staff by caring for them. That night, Jacques went off to ask to see M. Le Duc himself, something unimaginable had the circumstances been different. Eventually, after much pleading and persistence, M. Le Duc saw the boy and listened to his story. M. Le Duc was aware of the violent and drunken nature of her father. To Jacques's amazement, he came personally to the house and organized everything with his most trusted staff. Jacques was sent to music college where he thrived and now plays in major orchestra; her mother required much therapy and is still very fragile. Mireille came to the Chateau as part of 'the deal'. She said to me: 'They completed my education. I can now speak 3 languages. I can handle myself properly in any social situation, no matter how rich and powerful the guests. I am confident now, whereas before I was very shy and timid. I am financially secure and have the very best of everything. I really, genuinely, enjoy what I do and that comes through in the appreciation of my clients, but it was not always so...' 'One is not allowed to have proper clients here until you are at least 18. Monsieur and Madame Le Duc and Madame Rayner make sure we are very mentally prepared before we take clients, and like all the girls and guys here, I was well prepared. Yvette, who is Madame Rayner's personal maid was my mentor - she's gorgeous - and such a good teacher. When I was 16 she explained to me what really went on here - or some of it anyway. Of course, I was amazed, but I just wanted to be so beautiful and sexy like her and all the other girls I saw. I saw the huge cars and the helicopters arrive with rich, famous people and was entranced by it. Yvette started with make-up, dress and deportment. As you know, it's so important to be able to walk properly in high heels, to know how to dress seductively, to apply just the right amount of make-up and perfume. That reminds me - we should prepare ourselves for the day.' We got up, and helped each other through the long process of preparing ourselves for the day: a full colonic washout, followed by a hot shower. I shaved closely, then shaved again in the way I had been instructed many months before. We both checked to see if we required any further depilation. We spent at least half an hour making sure our make-up - particularly the eyes and lips - were done to perfection. I wore a long blonde wig cascading in ringlets. 'I think you'd like to try these' said Mireille. She held up a pair of huge false boobs with their own harness. I tried them on and they felt wonderful - big and well rounded with very prominent nipples. Mireille found a bra and a tight shapely t-shirt style top with key-hole neckline to show my new beauties. I was amazed at their weight and bounciness when I walked. 'Oh, yes, I'd love to have a pair of real ones like this.' Mireille came and fondled them through the t-shirt. 'Well, they'll certainly ensure you're noticed when we meet others.' I put on a very tight waspie to hold my shiny sheer black stockings and an ultra short skirt with deep waistband to trap the t-shirt tightly over my new boobs. I slipped on a tiny pair of black silky panties which just about covered my seemingly permanent semi-engorged manhood. Then the part I loved more than any other - the choice and fitting of my high heeled shoes, a process so divine as to be mystical for me. I had many pairs to choose from; not only the ones I had brought with me from England, but around 20 more pairs, all in the correct size for me. All were elegant, all were expensive and well made and all had high slim heels just as I loved them. I chose a rather unusual pair of strappy sandals with straight spike metal heel around 6 inches high. The first time in the day when I walk in heels is an experience with no comparison, when the muscles in the back of the legs stop screaming and one starts to glide across the room with short, feminine steps, then one feels truly female and alluring. Mireille joked that we should be the tarty sisters; she simply put on a tiny leather thong and a pair of high white court shoes and announced 'Voila!' Then she thought better of it and put on a thin white T-shirt which still allowed her nipples to be seen clearly. We were just about to step out of my suite when Mireille shouted 'We have forgotten the rule!' and pushed me back into the room. We had forgotten the compulsory butt plug. Mireille chose a long, bendy creation, designed to probe the turn of the gut and keep it opening and closing as the user walked. Wishing to underplay myself I chose the plug I'd worn the day before, but could hardly hold it in, so I had to choose something much thicker. It too was long and probing with an softish tip to hold me open deep in my guts. We strolled down to an open dining room with large windows opened on to a huge terrace. Mireille introduced me to most of the 'staff' here, including at least 6 very elegant and ravishing TVs, all dressed in the required stockings and high heels, all made up and looking very convincing. Plus many girls and some guys were in attendance, all very good-looking, all laughing and joking in French over their traditional breakfast of croissants, jam and 'chocolat chaud'. In the middle was Madame Rayner, giving directions to small groups, then moving on the tell other about their clients. Eventually she arrived at our table, excused herself and sat down. She was wearing the same minimalist garments again and I heard her metal labial rings against the chair as she sat down. 'Mireille' she started 'Your schedule is very light this week as you have Pippa to look after. However, Monsieur Gaillard has rung. He wants his usual slow oral. Pippa is to join you and may join in, but you must finish him off personally, completely and properly. He has 2 hours, so take your time. OK?' 'Of course, Madame Rayner, I shall be delighted.' smiled Mireille. Madame gave a curt nod, and rose on her dagger-like shoes; she started to move to the next couple, but stopped and returned to us. 'Oh, I nearly forget.' She was stood directly in front of me, my lips only inches from her exposed outer labia with their cascading rings. I looked up to meet her dark, heavily blacked eye. 'Madame La Duchesse arrives tomorrow and wants to see you both at 3 o'clock.' After breakfast we walked in the garden and sat down at an arbour giving shelter to some seats. 'I wish she wouldn't always remind me to finish off my clients completely and properly as she puts it. It makes the other girls think I'm no good at oral, or even worse, that I don't like it. I have many clients who come here just for my oral skills and Monsieur Gaillard is one of my regulars. You'll like him.' 'Why does she do it then?' I enquired. 'Well, I started to tell you when we were getting dressed. When I had one of my first clients - he wanted to cum in my mouth as most of them do - I'm pleased to say - and, against all my training and the advice of Madame Rayner and the others, I pulled away at the last moment and took the cum on my tits. The client was not satisfied and Madame was furious. The client got his money back and I had to pay his fee myself. As you can imagine, like your house, this is not cheap. Madame Rayner spoke to the Duchess and they were thinking to throw me out. I begged to stay because I was really beginning to enjoy it and because I wanted Jacques to remain at music college. They said I could stay if I agreed to 'therapy' to stop me ever refusing to take a load in my mouth again. I'm pleased to say their 'therapy' worked. I was intrigued. 'I know you have absolutely no hesitation in sucking and swallowing now. I know from experience that you e