Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (45 page)

7 May – It is again early morning and I have rested and
enjoyed the last twenty four hours. I slept until late in the day and awoke with
a bursting bladder. When I dressed myself I went into the room where we had
supped and found a cold breakfast laid out with coffee kept hot by the pot
being placed on the hearth. There was a card on the table, on which was
written, “I have to be absent for a while. Do not wait for me. W.” I set to and
enjoyed the meal, all the time wondering whether I must again make use of the
tokay goblet but I could find it nowhere. I tried to lift the coffee pot but
the handle scorched my hand. I waited for the fire to die down, hoping the pot
would cool. I paced back and forth upon the floor once I had supped, feeling
the need to pee building all the time. Glancing around I saw no option other
than to find a corner of the room to soil. I shook my head, unwilling to debase
my surroundings in such a way.

Finally I thought of a solution, wrapping my dress around my
hand and pulling the pot from the hearth. I opened the lid and stood over it,
unwilling to squat and risk burning my legs on the hot metal.

I aimed as best I could at the hole in the top and let my
bladder relax. A trickle at first ran down my thigh but it soon strengthened
into a flow that primarily ran into the pot even as stray droplets splashed the
floor and my legs. As I peed, I sighed loudly, the sense of relief palpable as
I was finally able to calm my bestirred spirits.

Once I had finished my toilet, I left the pot upon the floor
and decided to explore the house. I found certain odd deficiencies considering
the extraordinary display of wealth around me. The table service was of gold
and of immense value. The curtains and upholstery are of the costliest and most
beautiful fabrics and must have been of fabulous value when made for they are
centuries old and worn and frayed. And yet in none of the rooms is there a
mirror or a toilet. I had to use my mirror from my personal effects to adjust
my makeup. I have not yet seen a servant anywhere or heard a sound except the
howling of wolves.

Sometime after I had finished my meal I looked about for
something to read for I did not like to wander around the castle too far
without the Countess’s permission. There was nothing in my room, no book,
newspaper or even writing materials. I opened another door and found a sort of
library. The door opposite mine I tried but found locked.

In the library to my great delight I found a vast number of
erotic books in English, whole shelves full of them and bound volumes of
magazines filled with lithographs and woodcuts of the most obscene nature. A
table in the centre was littered with English magazines and newspapers of a
similar vein, containing etchings and inkings of scenes the like of which I
could scarcely believe possible in reality.

Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened and the
Countess entered. She saluted me in a hearty way and hoped that I had had a
good night’s rest.

“I am glad you found your way into my pornographic library
for I am sure there is much that will interest you. These companions, “ and
here she laid her hand on some of the books, “have been good friends to me and
for some years past ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me
many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know the women of your
great England and to know them is to love them. I long to go through the
crowded streets of your mighty London to be in the midst of the whirl of whores
and the push of prostitutes. But alas! As yet I only know so little of your
language.”

“But Countess, you know and speak English thoroughly.”

Se bowed gravely. “I thank you my friend for your all too
flattering estimate but yet I know the grammar and words and not how to speak
them.”

“You speak excellently.”

“Not so. Here I am a noble. The common people know me and
can indulge my predilections but a stranger in a strange land is no one. You
come to me not alone as an agent to tell me of my new estate. You shall, I
trust, rest here with me a while so that by our talking I may learn the English
intonation. And I would that you tell me when I make even the smallest of
errors.”

I said I was willing and asked if I could indulge in the
library when I chose.

“Most certainly. You may go anywhere in the castle you wish
except where the doors are locked where of course you will not wish to go. We
are in Transylvania and not England. Our ways are not your ways and there shall
be to you many strange things.”

This led to much conversation. I asked her of some of the
strange things I had seen on my journey here and she talked for a long time
before finally changing the subject. “Come tell me of London and the house you
have procured for me.”

With an apology for my remissness I went into my room and
retrieved my papers. Whilst placing them in order I heard a rattling and turned
to find the table had been cleared and the lamp lit. The lamps were also lit in
the library and the Countess was lying on the sofa reading a book about the art
of anal sex with certain choice objects. I thought of the dildo in my pocket
but decided not to mention it for fear of offending her.

When I came in she cleared the table and I set down the
plans and deeds. He asked many questions and I answered as I could telling him
about the house and its twenty acres surrounded by solid stone. There were many
trees on the estate and a deep pond fed by springs. The Countess loved to hear
of all.

Presently with an excuse he left me and I looked at the
erotic book, finding inside a map of England folded into quarters. Upon
examining the map I saw rings marking places. One was near London, another
Exeter and a third was Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.

I refolded the map and began to examine the book closer. The
images within brought out a manifest desire in me to attempt some of the
suggested items and I found myself glancing around the room but could see
nothing of which I could make use for such a purpose.

I picked up another book which seemed to contain only
pictures of women copulating in a variety of poses with accompanying stories of
the filthiest kind. As I read, my heart began to beat faster and hearing no
sign of the Countess returning, I allowed my hand to move slowly down my body
until my nipples were found. I tugged at them through my dress, stroking them
softly until they were hard and tingling.

I read on, turning the page to see an image of one woman
tied by her limbs to a table as another sat upon her face, her features clearly
displaying her pleasure at the sensation.

I wondered what it would be like to be constrained in such a
way, unable to breathe anything but the scent of the woman above me. My hand
moved lower as my pussy began to drip with desire. I reached under my dress and
slid my hand up my thigh, stroking the soft skin that puckered under my touch
until I found my soaking wet labia. I rubbed at my waiting clit with the palm
of my hand whilst sliding two fingers into my pussy. I slowly fucked my hole as
I read further into the book, picturing myself the entire time as the woman
tied to the table, being used for the pleasure of others in a way that I knew I
would never gain the opportunity to try in reality.

My limbs soon began to tense up and my toes curled as my
clit throbbed ever stronger until a sensation of pure joy burst from it and
spread through my body. I allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over me as I
panted quietly and at that moment I heard the sound of footsteps in the hall
outside.

I quickly withdrew my fingers and pushed my dress down,
licking the juices from them to prevent any suspicion being aroused. My cheeks
were still flushed as the Countess entered, smiling at the sight of the erotic
book at my side.

“There is no shame in enjoying my library in the way it was
intended,” she said cryptically. “But supper is ready.”

She took my arm and we went into the next room where I found
an excellent supper on the table. The Countess again excused herself as having
dined when away from home. But she sat and chatted whilst I ate. Afterwards we
spoke for hours until it became very late and I was increasingly desirous of
the toilet. All at once I heard the crow of the cock coming up with shrillness
through the clear morning air and realised we had conversed away the entire
night.

Countess Wetula jumped to her feet. “Why there is morning
again. How remiss I am to let you stay up so long.” With a courtly bow, she
left me and I ran through to my room in urgent need of somewhere to urinate. I
could see nowhere that was suitable, reminding myself that little had changed
in a day to assist my needs. I looked along the dinner table but was surprised
to find it had been emptied whilst I was at my bedchamber. I went over to the
window and glanced out, seeing an empty courtyard beyond.

A chill wind hit me and I shuddered, a trickle or piss
leaking from me and soaking into my knickers. I paced back and forth, my hand
between my legs as I tried to decide what to do. There seemed little option but
to make use of the window and thus I lifted my dress to expose my pussy to the
cold air of the morning, hoping none might see me in such a position.

Thrusting my hips forwards I pressed myself to the sill and
pushed with all my might, wanting to get this over with in all possible haste.
Immediately a fountain of piss sprayed out of pee and went sinking down to the
courtyard like a fall of rain. I almost found humour in the sight of my self
created shower of yellow rain. My body felt instantly better as I pushed every
last droplet from myself. Once finished I pulled the curtains closed, shame
taking over my body at the thought of what I had just undertaken. With that I
sat and wrote of this day.

8 May – I feared as I wrote here that I was too diffuse but
now I am glad of the detail for there is something so strange here that I am
becoming uneasy and wish I were safe out of it in a location which at least
could provide me with toilets.

There is no one even to speak to except the Countess and I
fear I may be the only living soul here. Let me say at once how I stand. I
slept a few hours when I went to bed before I got up. I hung my mirror by the
window to apply my makeup and a desire to masturbate overtook me. I leaned back
on my seat and lifted my legs to the window ledge either side of the mirror,
glancing at my own pussy in the glass. I was just sliding my fingers into my
hole when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the Countess say, “Good
morning.” I jumped backwards for it amazed me that I had not seen her in the
mirror. In starting I wet myself a little but did not notice it. I turned back
to the glass but there could be no error for the woman was close to me and I
could see her over my shoulder but there was no reflection of her in the
mirror. The whole room behind me was displayed but no sign of any woman except
myself.

I blushed as I hid my body under my clothing but the
Countess mentioned nothing of my indiscretion. At the instant I noticed my
knickers were damp with urine, I looked around for a fresh pair to change into.
When the Countess saw my panties, she lunged at my pussy with demonic fury, her
eyes blazing. As she lunged for me, her hand hit the dildo sticking out of my
pocket and in an instant the fury passed so quickly I could hardly believe it
was ever there.

“Take care,” she said when you wet yourself. It is more
dangerous than you think in this country.” Seizing the mirror she went on. “And
this is the wretched thing that caused the mischief. Away with it!” And opening
the window she flung out the glass which shattered in the courtyard below. Then
she withdrew without a word. It is very annoying for I know not how to apply my
makeup without the mirror.

When I went into the dining room breakfast was prepared but
the Countess was nowhere to be seen. It is strange that I have never seen her
eat or drink. After breakfast I explored the castle and found a room looking
south. The view was magnificent. The castle is on the edge of a terrific
precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without
touching anything. As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops.

But I cannot describe beauty as when I had seen the view I
explored further, becoming needful of the toilet and hoping to find at least
one but found only doors everywhere and all locked and bolted. In no places
save from the windows is there an available exit. The castle is a prison and I
am a desperate prisoner.

When I found that I was a prisoner a wild feeling came over
me. I rushed up and down stairs, trying every door but after a while a feeling
of helplessness overcame me. I sat down at last, rocking back and forth on a
step as my bladder threatened to explode and thought what was to be done.

Of one thing I am certain. It is no use making my ideas
known to the Countess. She knows I am imprisoned and doubtless has her own
motives. My only plan will be to keep my knowledge and fears to myself and my
eyes open.

I had hardly reached this conclusion when I heard the great
door below shut and knew the Countess had returned. She did not come to the
library so I went to my own room to again pee from the window but I found her
making the bed. This was odd but only confirmed there were no servants in the
house. Once she had left my chambers I went to the window and again raised my
dress, having no choice but to pee into the open air once more, my body greatly
relieved as piss gushed from me and sank to the courtyard, pooling on the stone
below.

As I peed I became increasingly aroused, the feel of the
wind on my clitoris joining the touch of my fingers until I had to come. Bless
the woman who gave me the dildo. It gives me comfort and strength to touch it.
I made use of it at the window, feeling a strange sense of exhilaration that
someone may observe me in my enjoyment. I slid the dildo into my pussy and
fucked myself as fast as I could, wanting only to achieve climax in as little
time as could be managed. Within a minute I felt the familiar building
sensation and then it burst from my pussy as the dildo squelched in and out. I
finally let it slide out as my body recovered from the powerful orgasm I had
just enjoyed. I turned and saw the Countess laying the table in the dining
room, confirming there was no one here but her. I must find out all I can about
Countess Wetula that I might find it useful to understand her better.