His Mistress’s Voice (22 page)

She read the note and then invited him inside. Apparently satisfied with his bona fides, she said, ‘I’m Helen. Just a moment while I get the key.’ Tom looked more closely at her when he heard her name. He was almost certain this was the woman whose photograph Harriet had shown him when she came back from her shopping trip. But she said nothing about that visit, and gave no sign of recognition. Tom wanted to ask her, but hesitated. What if she weren’t the same person? It wouldn’t do to be blurting out to just anyone what he and Harriet were doing across the road. He remembered the red hair he had found. Helen’s hair was brown.

Helen came back with a key which she gave to him. Still she gave no sign of recognition. Tom thanked her and went back to Harriet’s house, where he let himself into the hallway. He was careful to lock the door behind himself. Harriet’s habits were rubbing off on him. As he closed the door he felt the silence of an empty house. It was different from a house in which someone was merely sleeping. Hard to say what the difference was, but it was there. A certain quality of silence which said empty.

He went through into the front room. True to her word, Harriet had left the French maid’s costume ready for him. She had also left a note. It said:
Called out unexpectedly. Wait until I get back before you try this on. I imagine you’ll need help the first few times anyway. While you’re waiting go to the cellar and look in on our guest. I think that will pass the time agreeably enough until I get back
. It was signed simply, H.

Tom put the note back on the settee and inspected what she had left for him. There was a black satin dress with a short skirt; a lacy apron; a silky black lady’s slip; and a pair of black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps. There was also a pair of breast-shaped foam rubber pads whose use he could readily imagine. When he saw these things, he was glad he had chosen a black corselet and tights. At least everything would match. He also found a long brown wig which she had left for him.

It all seemed straightforward enough. He thought he could manage to dress himself, but he knew better than to disregard Harriet’s clear instructions. Besides, there was something else he had to do. A decidedly pleasant something else. He brushed the silky material of the dress with the back of one hand, imagining how it would feel against his skin.

The key was hanging in its usual place. He opened the door quietly and went down the steep wooden steps. The door to one of the cells was ajar, and he concluded that Katrina was in the opposite one. On the locked door there was a notice:
Katrina Roos. Stay indefinite. Nil by mouth
.

It was exactly the sort of notice one saw so often in hospitals. Tom remembered that Harriet had trained as a nurse. He wondered how strictly the nil by mouth part of the note was to be taken.

The key to Katrina’s cell was hanging on a hook nearby. When he opened the door and looked in he saw the reason for Harriet’s instructions. Katrina was gagged, though he couldn’t think why that should be necessary. Harriet had said often enough that the walls were soundproof. Perhaps Harriet had simply decided that the gag was something Katrina needed to experience.

Katrina had heard the key turn in the lock. She turned to look directly at him as he entered her cell. She was nude and wore an iron collar about her neck. A chain led from her collar to a ring in the wall. She also wore her thumbcuffs and a light rosy flush from head to toe. It was probably from embarrassment, but it could have been due to anticipation. Beautiful blonde women do not ordinarily sit starkers, in a locked cell with their hands cuffed behind them so that they can be found by passing strangers. More’s the pity, Tom thought.

There was a look of alarm on her face: eyes wide and nostrils flaring as she regarded him. Her shoulders moved convulsively as he entered. Probably she was instinctively trying to cover herself, but her hands were held behind her.

Katrina relaxed somewhat when she recognised him, but he could clearly see that she wasn’t totally at ease. Harriet might have asked, ‘Why ever not?’ But Harriet was a naked (or at any rate a partially clothed) singularity. Tom decided on the Mary Kingsley approach. ‘It’s only me,’ he said, as reassuringly as he could manage. It couldn’t have been all that reassuring in these circumstances. Nevertheless the words had a soothing effect. Katrina relaxed visibly but still kept her eyes on him. Tom produced the note which Harriet had left on the door. ‘She says “nil by mouth”,’ he explained. Otherwise I’d take your gag off. But it’s best to follow Harriet’s rules in her own house.’

As he spoke Tom noticed another note above Katrina’s bed. It too was in Harriet’s distinctive handwriting and said simply
Take me.
It reminded Tom of the label on the bottle Alice was adjured to drink. Katrina must have seen and understood the note already, so she knew what to expect. When Tom looked back at her she looked either alarmed or anticipatory, it was hard to be sure which.

Tom took the time to admire her heavy breasts and her legs. Seen for the first time, they fulfilled the promise he had noted at the airport. He was glad she didn’t have skinny legs, as so many large breasted women did. When he looked at her stomach, he noticed stretch marks. Apparently she was a mother, and a recent one at that. He glanced back at her face to see how she was taking this scrutiny. Katrina seemed calmer, with just a hint of suppressed excitement. She held his gaze for a moment then she trembled slightly and looked down at her breasts. Following her glance, Tom noticed that one of them was leaking. There was a wet trail from the nipple and down the underside of the breast, continuing down her ribcage. Katrina was still lactating, which explained the extra weight of her tits. She seemed embarrassed by her condition. Tom felt excited. He had never known a woman who was still giving milk.

But he realised it was impolite to stand fully clothed before a woman who was nude and unable to cover herself. So Tom, always the gentleman, as he told himself repeatedly, took off his own clothes before moving to sit on the bed beside Katrina. He couldn’t help his fascination with her breasts. When he cupped them he was impresed by their weight and tautness. They were obviously full of milk. He squeezed her nipples and she leaked over his hands. Katrina gave a low moan which wasn’t a sign of pain. She seemed to be enjoying this tentative foreplay.

Tom had heard that nursing mothers were stimulated by the act of giving suck. It was supposed to be one of the fringe benefits of breast-feeding. He had never, until now, been in a position to verify the information. He knelt quickly on the floor, urging Katrina to spread her legs so he could get closer to her tits. He took one long nipple in his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue. When she leaked again he swallowed the milk. With his free hand Tom cupped her other breast and squeezed the nipple. At this Katrina gave a loud moan and leaned forward to offer herself more fully to his hands and tongue. It looked as if the tales were true. He continued to arouse her, swallowing the milk from one breast and letting the outflow from the other run down his hand and arm.

Tom moved his free hand down between her legs and gently parted the labia with his fingers. She was warm and wet, so that was all right. When his finger slid inside her Katrina gave a loud snort behind her gag. Her hips began to jerk spasmodically almost at once. She was obviously on the verge of orgasm. Tom continued working on her breasts and her sex, encouraged by the muffled sounds of pleasure Katrina was making through her nose and deep in her throat, and by the thrusting of her pelvis against his hand. The simultaneous stimulation of all her erogenous zones was driving her wild. Katrina was now leaking milk copiously. It was dripping down his arm and onto the floor between her feet.

Katrina spread her thighs even further without any urging from Tom, trying to allow him access to all of her. She was making loud continuous moaning sounds through her gag, and her nostrils were flaring as she drew breath in great shuddery gasps. Her nose had to do all the work since the gag prevented her from breathing through her mouth. A long drawnout groan seemed to signal her orgasm.

But she didn’t pause there, going straight on to the next, and the next. Tom was doing his best to keep up, fighting his own rising excitement. He was stiffly erect himself, and wanted nothing more than to plunge into her open sex. But to do that he would have had to change position, and he knew Katrina wanted him to continue with what he was doing. So he resigned himself to waiting a bit longer. Katrina was responding like someone who hadn’t had sex in a long time, and Tom wondered fleetingly if she had been abstaining because of the baby. But there was no time for further speculation.

In one of the short pauses between orgasms Tom stood up. Katrina opened her eyes and looked up at him questioningly and a little desperately. The gag prevented her from saying anything beyond an interrogative grunt. Tom drew her to her feet and quickly lay down on the bed. He helped Katrina to kneel astride him and guided her down onto his erection. She gave a small gasp as she settled down onto him. The chain from her collar hung down between her breasts, making a disturbing contrast with her flushed skin.

Katrina shifted slightly and then settled. Tom reached up and began to tease both her nipples with his fingers. The combination of the penetration and the continued stimulation of her sensitive breasts set Katrina off on another series of wild orgasms. She was lunging up and down, almost losing him on the up stroke, then sliding down to take him fully with a moan of pleasure. Tom meanwhile was having some difficulty holding onto her breasts, so violent was her motion. During it all Katrina continued to leak milk in spurts. It ran down her ribcage and into her pubic hair. Tom could feel the warm fluid dripping onto him as he lay beneath her.

Katrina’s eyes were closed and her face contorted. She was having her orgasms one after another, with almost no pauses. Under these conditions it wasn’t long before Tom felt himself losing control. He thrust himself deeply inside and came, holding her against him by pulling down on her breasts. Not that Katrina was making much effort to escape. When they were both spent she collapsed slowly onto his chest. He could feel her heart pounding as she struggled to catch her breath.

Gradually they both subsided. Tom put his arms around her and they both dozed, oblivious to the damp patches of milk and the sweat drying on their bodies.

Tom was pleasantly surprised when he woke up to find himself still inside Katrina, and becoming erect again. Never one to examine gifts too closely, Tom began to stroke her bottom and the backs of her thighs, which were all he could reach from his position. He shifted himself and felt the liquid sliding of his cock inside her. Katrina said, ‘Ummmm,’ and opened her eyes. She smiled directly down at him and nodded her head vigorously. Clearly it was time for the next exercise.

Katrina began by sliding herself up and down his body, her breasts rubbing against the rough hair on his chest and her nipples stiffening as she moved. Abruptly she leaked again, the warm milk acting now as a lubricant between their bodies. That seemed to drive her frantic, for she began to move much more quickly and violently, at one point almost sliding off. Tom had to catch her quickly to hold her in place on top of him. He almost wished her hands were free so she could do the holding and he could use his own on the rest of her body, notably on those amazingly full breasts.

Katrina must have had something similar in mind. Tom could feel her struggling to sit up. He helped her by pushing up on her shoulders until she was once more astride him with her breasts jutting out proudly, if a bit damply, within easy reach of his hands. Tom thought briefly of homing pigeons as he reached up to touch both of them. Once more he teased her nipples and Katrina gasped with pleasure as he extracted her milk. Tom felt her vaginal muscles tighten in rhythmic spasms around his cock as he manipulated her breasts.

Tom saw that her eyes were closed. Katrina was apparently enjoying the ride. She stiffened abruptly and he almost lost control himself as she came. The orgasm was accompanied by an explosive whinnying noise through her nose. When she stopped shuddering Katrina opened her eyes and looked questioningly down at Tom. Did she expect him to stop there? When it became apparent that he intended to continue Katrina looked alarmed and tried to shift off him. Once again Tom held onto her to keep her in place. She made muffled noises of protest but he paid no attention. As he moved inside her Tom felt her tighten once more around him and knew she was still capable of yet another orgasm. For a moment she seemed inclined to fight it, but as he watched her face he saw the tension go out of it. Her nipples leaked again as the wave of excitement swept over her.

He felt the stiffness leave her body as she settled onto him. This time he had to work a little harder to bring her to climax, and it seemed to be weaker than the last. Perhaps she was tiring. Tom relaxed as her vaginal muscles contracted warmly around his shaft, and he let himself come with her. When she was spent Katrina once more collapsed against his chest and lay recovering. She made small contented sounds from time to time.

This time they both slept, Tom holding Katrina atop him to keep her from sliding to the floor. The next sound he heard was Harriet’s footsteps coming closer. He was beginning to recognise her characteristic decisive tread. And of course it could hardly be anyone else. She was wearing high heels, Tom could tell from the sound. At first he was alarmed at the idea of Harriet finding him and Katrina in flagrante delicto, but he remembered her instructions. If nothing else, he had looked after their guest.

Harriet strode into the cell as if she owned the place, as of course she did, and everyone there (still a matter for debate). Harriet wasn’t interested in legal debate just then. She asked unceremoniously, ‘Everything all right, then?’

Tom nodded and indicated Katrina, who slept the sleep of the sexually exhausted, if not exactly that of the just.