[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
[Part Three A](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gpls57/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_mfff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Chapter Six
My husband, the Roman, remained still on the bed; his cum slowly drying on his toned lower abdomen. When Katarina and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I started to talk with giddy excitement. Katarina quickly placed her index finger to my lips and gestured to the door.
The two of us walked into the Cottage’s courtyard and to a shabby wrought-iron garden table. We sat cater-corner on the set’s teal blue chairs. Neither of us spoke for a good three minutes as we absorbed the afternoon sun.
“I think he enjoyed himself.” Katarina said. “You can stop feeling guilty now.”
“Yes … yes, I think he did.” I replied. “And I’m going to make him pay for that.” I carried on in slight laughter.
I felt eternally grateful for Katarina welcoming me into this world and for arranging this opportunity. On our walk the other day, she had explained to me the lengthy process she normally takes to vet her guests. There were several things she required before a guest could attend one of her events. None of which she had asked of me.
Katarina’s invitees all had to answer a list of questions which would be used to conduct a thorough background check. They all had to execute consent forms and have them notarized at one of several locations she specified. Among other things, this form instructed prospective guests of two safety phrases: “the Dove,” for when one sought momentary reprieve, and “the Raven” for when one sought a complete cessation of the activity.” Each member was also required to submit records of periodic STI testing and sign a non-disclosure agreement. Failure to follow any of the Estate’s rules would result in a permanent blacklisting.
Part of me felt like I owed Katarina for her hospitality. “How can I repay you for this?” I asked. “When we go back in there do you want to …” I hesitantly implied the offer for Katerina to fuck my husband.
As I lingered in my sentence, Katarina kindly interjected, “Not in that way.”
Chapter 7
After several more minutes in the sun, Katarina and I returned to the Cottage. I put on the velvet gloves as Katarina grabbed me a glass of water from the kitchen. She took a sip and handed it to me to finish. Her rosewood lipstick stained the glass.
I led the way up the staircase and into the bedchamber. The blindfolded Roman stirred as he heard the melody of my stilettos grow closer. Like a caesura, I abruptly stopped a foot away from the bed. For a minute, I stood there silently allowing the suspense to reset.
I reached out allowing the first thing the Roman felt to be my velvet hand delicately cupping his scrotum. His slightly engorged penis shifted. I massaged his testicles and the base of his shaft until he became erect. With my wrist inverted, I ran the length of my fingers up his shaft before giving five rhythmic strokes.
I placed one of the thick pillows under the Roman’s shoulder blades. His neck was now elevated and supported while his arms remained anchored to both sides of the headboard. I slid my black lace bikini cut underwear to the floor. The heavy wooden bed creaked as I positioned myself atop the Roman’s stomach. His mouth opened slightly as he felt the warmth of my vagina on his cool skin.
I reached behind my back and stroked the Roman’s cock as I gazed intently at his face searching for signs of pleasure. I felt his diaphragm rise and fall between my hips as he drew longer breaths. I lifted my hips slightly and my velvet hand placed the tip of the Roman’s head inside my labia. I worked myself down his shaft; the intensity of the moment providing natural lubrication.
I rolled my hips and angled his cock in such a way that stimulated my clit. I did this three or four times before I glanced at Katarina. This round, she had taken position to the left of the bed. She sat comfortably along a grey chaise lounge, her legs extended, and bare feet exposed. She nodded, signaling me to begin the next phase of her scheme. I picked up the pace of my riding and watched as the Roman bit down on his lower lip. I leaned forward and removed the blindfold from around his mask.
Chapter 8
I leaned back while continuing to roll my hips. The Roman’s eyes adjusted to the daylight. He had been blindfolded for over an hour now. As his eyes acclimated, I perfected my posture, straddling him with a straight back. I peered directly into his face as his eyes took a final blink.
I felt the Roman’s entire body jolt as he peered up at the black cheetah print mask. He undoubtedly recognized me as his tormentor from the night of the ball. I watched as the Roman wriggled his wrists to grab hold of the slack in the nylon tie-downs. Pulling on the rope, the Roman inched back toward the headboard and was able to achieve a slightly greater incline. Despite this maneuver, I still maintained a dominating straddle.
Peering eye to eye with the Roman, I gripped his solid lats, and thrust my hips with greater force than before. The bed creaked and the headboard clacked against the wall. I moved my left hand to the mound of his shoulder and thrust for a second and third time. On the fourth, I felt resistance as he lifted his hips to meet mine. His timing was perfect. I felt the full length of his cock inside me.
Maintaining the same degree of force, I quickened the pace of my thrusts. The banging headboard and creaking bedframe echoed our perfect rhythm. My hands were now firmly pressed against the headboard. We were both motivated by levels of hate. I sought to punish him for stepping out. He sought revenge for the deprivation he endured while I fucked the ever-living shit out of two younger gentlemen.
The Roman’s athletic build proved a formidable opponent. I soon became exhausted by the vehement thrusting. I walked myself back into a vertical straddle. Beads of sweat transferred from his chest through my velvet gloves.
I continued to roll my hips as I had done before. I failed to hear his periodic moans as I closed my eyelids. I found myself back on top of the executive desk the night of the ball. I was unmasked looking face to face with the young bull of a stud. His thick cock was deep inside me and his hands caressed my breasts. For the first time, I faintly recalled a tattoo on the man’s shoulder. It was a figure riding atop a pale horse.
Hands now pressed against my chest, I snapped back to the moment when I sensed Katarina approach the bed. The Roman was moaning and near orgasm. Katarina reached out and forcibly placed my balled-up panties in his mouth. I abruptly stopped thrusting and dismounted. Thankfully, Katarina intervened at the right moment. The Roman’s cock pulsed once but settled without ejaculating. I retied the blindfold and followed Katarina downstairs and out to the courtyard.
Katarina sat me down at the iron table and firmly commanded “Don’t lose sight of your objective. You cannot allow yourself to get caught up in your own pleasure. Yes, sure as hell enjoy the experience. But edging requires tremendous focus if you want to truly find the edge. Focus too much on yourself and you will drive him right off the cliff.”
“I’m sorry.” I replied. I started to explain how I could not help but think of the night of the ball when Katarina cut me off.
“No excuses.” She interrupted.
Chapter 8
It was late in the afternoon when Katarina and I stood in the bedchamber ready to begin round 3. The Roman laid still on the bed while I signaled for Katarina to unzip the back of my dress. She did so slowly then worked the top off my shoulders. From my waist, she pulled the dress down past my garter belt and onto the floor. My back stood before her. I unclipped my bra and tossed it on the floor. I pulled a few pins out of my bun and allowed my wavy brunette hair to fall to just above the curve of my butt. I was now only wearing stilettos and the lace garter belt which was attached to black thigh high stockings.
I approached the blindfolded Roman and repositioned him to a lower incline. He responded to my touch without rebellion. I grabbed hold of the top of the headboard and swung my right leg over his body. I now straddled his face. The Roman instinctively tilted his head back, relaxed his jaw, and began to delicately lick around my clitoris. I lowered myself slightly to increase pressure. Admittedly, the Roman’s mask proved cumbersome at times and it periodically irritated my pubic area as the Roman repositioned for air. Remembering Katarina’s lesson, I did not mind, as the Roman’s servient act was the important element of this exercise.
After a few minutes of this oral preparation, I straddled the Roman’s cock and lowered myself to the point where my bare breasts rested on his skin. I teased his ear. Blindfolded, I imagined he felt four sensations aside from the sound of the creaking bed; 1) the slow methodical riding of my vagina, 2) the soft touch of my natural breasts as my body moved back and forth on his torso, 3) the tickling of my tongue lightly tracing the contours of his ear, and 4) the feeling of warm air as I periodically breathed into his ear.
I took notice of the Roman gripping the white linen in his fists. When his forearms tensed, I eased off his cock and stood beside the bed. I took three pillows and stacked them behind the Roman. Without speaking, I guided him to fold his legs under his buttocks. Hands flat on the bed, his locked arms bore the weight of his upper body, which was now leaning back on an incline against the stack of pillows. I learned this position from Katarina during the last intermission.
I climbed back onto the bed and knelt away from the Roman. I lowered myself onto his fully exposed erection and leaned forward steadying myself with my hands flat on the bed. Katarina instructed that from this position, I had complete control over the rhythm and depth of penetration. With this in mind I began rocking back and forth on all fours.
Once I established a steady pace, I lifted my left hand from the bed and brushed the hair away from my face. I turned my head to the right and glanced at Katarina. She was lying on the chaise lounge staring intently. Her left leg was bent at the knee, her right was fully extended. Her bare foot pointed like a ballerina.
Katarina’s left hand was up her dress. She rubbed her clit while squeezing her breasts with her right hand. When we locked eyes, I began rocking back with greater zeal. Katarina reciprocated by pleasuring herself with greater intensity. A few moments later her back arched and her jaw dropped as she let out a restrained moan. I continued to rock back on the Roman, alternating between bouts of slight and deep penetration.
I was not entirely sure whether the Roman would near climax while sitting with his legs bent in this position. I dismounted and assisted the Roman with extending his legs. I guided the Roman so that his back sat vertically against the headboard. I removed his blindfold so that he could enjoy the view. Facing the footboard, I knelt over his legs and lowered myself onto his cock. Again, on all fours I rocked back achieving the deepest penetration possible. Periodically, I whipped my hair back and usually followed this gesture by increasing or decreasing tempo.
Katarina was no longer pleasuring herself. Sensing that the Roman was near orgasm she studied my methods to see if I had learned anything from our earlier conversation. I all but stopped my pace and rocked back with four intense thrusts. I watched the Roman’s toes curl and finally pulled away. The Roman’s head was tilted back, his cock pulsed twice and again stopped short of ejaculation.
Chapter 9
Katarina arranged for the brunch spread to be replaced with a hearty dinner. While I waited outside, she untied the Roman and provided him with a second set of printed instructions that I had yet to see.
The Roman was to wait five minutes then head downstairs. He was to head outside and split several bundles of firewood. He was to use the remaining daylight to bath from an outdoor hose. He was provided a tin tub, soap, shampoo, and a sponge for this purpose. He was further instructed to finish dinner by 9:00 pm. At that point he was to light a fire in the second-floor chimney. He had to be laying on the bed naked with his mask and blindfold donned by 9:30. At no point was he permitted to relieve himself through masturbation.
Katarina guided me into the mansion at around 5:00 pm. She led me to an elegant guest room with an attached bathroom. We dined together at a table that was comically too long for just the two of us. Following the meal, Katarina excused herself stating that she had a matter to attend to. She welcomed me to freshen up and stated that she would come by around 8:45.
I walked the halls back to my guest room. But not before stopping at the Parlor. Now in evening light, the room evoked a greater sense of nostalgia. The empty decanter set, standing mirror, leather couches, ottoman and executive desk were all exactly as they were the night of the ball. I walked over to the desk and ran my fingers along its edges. I recalled the incredible sex I had with the tattooed stud who shall henceforth be remembered as the Horseman. With my pulse elevated, I closed the door and headed to freshen up.
The bathroom was simple but elegant. Its main feature was the large white claw-foot tub. I ran warm water from the copper faucet and undressed in the bedroom. I dimmed the bathroom light and entered the water. I immediately felt relaxed. I closed my eyes and drifted into daydream; my mind chaotically flipping between memories of the Horseman and the sight of Katarina pleasuring herself on the chaise lounge. I bit down on my pointer finger before tracing the contours of my torso down to my vagina.
I gently rubbed my clit in a counterclockwise manner as I re-imagined the night of the ball. Everything remained the same up to the point where I mounted the Horseman on the desk. I conjured up the feeling of his thick cock and our untempered passion. Only this time, I looked up from his gaze and toward a figure darkening the parlor door. There Katarina stood. The silver in her crown mask reflecting a minuscule amount of the incandescent light.
I nervously awoke from my dream; afraid I had let too much time pass. I wrapped a towel around my body and headed back into the bedroom. To my surprise, my dress was neatly folded on a chair and a paper wrapped garment was draped over the bed. I looked back through the bathroom door and toward the draining tub. Embarrassed, I pondered who had come and gone.
A small card sat atop the package. “Wear this!” it read in feminine handwriting. The short message was underlined. The first item was a short belted wrap dress. The color was burgundy. The second item was a set of similarly colored lingerie. The lingerie consisted of panties and a lace bustier with vertical piping that ran up either side. The center lace consisted of several rows of roses. The underwire cupping was opaque with a subtle rose print and thin straps ran suggestively up the neck. The bustier connected to matching thigh high stockings.
I had just finished tying the belted dress when Katarina entered. She had not changed from earlier. “Good, I was sure it would fit” she remarked.
Chapter 10
Katarina and I walked through the garden to the cottage. As we neared, I saw the flickering light of a fire illuminate the second story. I was pleasantly delighted as the light fabric of my dress did nothing to repel the cold breeze that was looming out of the evening’s darkness.
Katarina and I passed through the iron gate. We opened the cottage door to the sight of a slender female leaning against the stairwell. She was dressed in a matching navy belted dress and I presumed similar lingerie to that which I was wearing.
I turned and backed out the door into the courtyard. Up until dinner, we had been following Katarina’s plan as discussed at lunch. While her scheme had not run into the evening, I assumed we were simply following the same path. Katarina never mentioned a third woman.
I could not tell you whether I felt jealously or anger. What I can say is that I felt betrayed. Katarina caught up to me as I paced out into the courtyard. “Look” she said. “I couldn’t be sure you would go along with this part of the plan.”
I wanted to get far away from the Estate. As far away as I could. I was speeding through an unfamiliar world and up until this point, the only thing I could rely on was my blind trust of Katarina. Though I wanted to leave and dash through the garden, I felt restrained by some intangible force, the kind of force that drives a dog to sit still despite slack in the bitch’s leash.
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Can’t wait for the next installment!