CHAPTER TWO
INTRODUCTIONS
Once again, the manservant, Karl, was called upon, this time
to remove young Stephanie from the room. She fell from our
arms into his, unknowingly, for she was still in the
unconscious bliss of the devastating climax that had been the
result of her failed test. She would, Mlle. T. assured me,
have much time in the next few days to regret her failure and
to contemplate the price she must pay.
"You shall see how our Stephanie adapts to her restraints.
We shall visit her this very evening," said Mlle. T. "And, of
course, time permitting, you may be present at Stephanie's
Tonguing when the event occurs. In any event, there will be
many other opportunities for you to judge for yourself the
effects that intense discomfort may have in stimulating erotic
satisfaction in a girl of Stephanie's unique sensitivity."
Mlle. T. now turned to the four young girls who remained
with us in the room, and who had watched the proceeding events
with a mixture of horror and, I suspected, at least some
slight degree of excitement. The girls shivered in the
firelight, dressed as they were only in their short tunics and
brief white panties.
The Mistress approached the first girl in the line of four,
the youngest of all, a blonde-haired darling of about
fourteen.
"This is Beverly," Mlle. T. informed me. "She is our
youngest. Please remove your tunic, Beverly, so that Thomas
and I may examine you."
The girl shifted a side-long glance in my direction,
obviously new enough to her training to be embarrassed at the
thought of displaying herself so intimately before a male.
But no doubt fearing the wraith of Mlle. T., she quickly
unfastened the silver clasp at her shoulder and the silk tunic
whispered to the ground at her feet.
The girl's young breasts were barely developed, small and
firm as ripe summer pears, too small for the picking. A tiny
red nipple pointed away from the tip of each, swelling,
hardening visibly with this sudden exposure to the room's
chilly atmosphere. The girl watched Mlle. T. as the woman
quietly circled, examining each delicate curve, each subtle
nuance of Beverly's ripening femininity.
"She is beautiful, is she not?" the Mistress asked softly,
seemingly in actual awe at the young girl's tender loveliness.
I did not answer. It was not necessary. Nor, I must
confess, would it have been possible. The sights and sounds
of the Chateau Noir that I had experienced thus far had left
me quite incapable of speech. I could scarcely think, much
less translate my confused thoughts into the spoken word.
"Now, Beverly." Mlle. T. continued. "We must show Thomas
that the rest of you is no less a vision of perfection. Your
panties, now, my dear."
Beverly closed her eyes with a small whimper, hooked her
thumbs beneath the waistband of the tiny garment, and quickly
slid them down her slim thighs and on past her knees, where
they joined the little white pile that was her previously cast
off tunic. She then righted herself, and stood awkwardly
under her Mistress's gaze. The girl was truly beautiful.
"There is only one thing that unfortunately contrasts and
mars this girl's perfection." Mlle. T. said at this point,
again demonstrating the air of professional detachment she had
shown earlier when young Stephanie was being tested.
"Beverly, please assume the Cat position."
Instantly, the well-disciplined girl dropped to her knees
upon the hard floor and sat in the manner of the classic
Egyptian feline presented in much of the statuary of that
period, her feet tucked beneath her small, bare bottom, knees
pressed tightly together, hands resting palm downward upon her
thighs. Her head was bent downwards in the subservient
attitude of an obedient slave.
Mlle. T. stood before the girl, and motioned me forward as
well.
"It is a small imperfection, it is true, but one which can
be easily rectified. Knees apart, Beverly, as wide as is
possible."
The girl instantly did as she was told. Her knees spread
apart, with a motion that somehow touched a secret place deep
within my person.
"Now, lie back, just as you have been instructed, far back."
Some degree of gymnastic training was apparent in the way
young Beverly now bent her supple body backward, until her
shoulders actually touched the hard floor. The tender divide
of the girl's young sex was now prominently displayed before
us. Beverly was well aware of this, of course, her eyes
remaining tightly closed in embarrassment.
"You see the imperfection, I suppose?" Mlle. T. asked of me.
Not waiting for a reply, she continued on. "Our Beverly,
although to all other respects a barely developed young
female, has one trait that has developed somewhat prematurely
in relation to her other physical attributes. Notice the
foliage that is already most prominent about her mons venus.
It is abundant for a girl Beverly's age, is it not? Oh,
forgive me Thomas! I forget that your experience in these
matters is somewhat limited. Do not be ashamed, my dear
Thomas. All that will soon change. But you must accept my
judgement in this matter. This precociousness on the part of
one portion of Beverly's development is most impertinent. It
spoils the effect of purity and innocence. A simple shaving
of this area can, of course, eliminate an imperfection of this
sort, but it also makes the problem even more noticeable,
unless the procedure is repeated at least twice per day. And
even in the event of such careful maintenance, the result
would still far from the pristine effect we desire. Something
must be done. And it will be done. Up, now, Beverly!"
The girl quickly unbent from her awkward position and stood
again stiffly before her Mistress.
"Tonight, Beverly, you will report to my chamber at
midnight. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," the girl replied, quietly, obviously as in
the dark, as was I, at what Mlle. T. had in mind for her.
Indeed, apart from a shaving, a procedure which the Mistress
had already denigrated, what could be done to remedy the
problem of the girl's voluptuous vulval curls?
Mlle. T. caught my look of perplexity, and winked at me
slightly, with an almost mischievous smile.
"Thomas, I would like you there tonight as well." she said.
"My chamber, at midnight. Then all will become clear."
Mlle. T. then proceed to introduce the remaining three
girls, who stood quietly awaiting their Mistress's command.
They each disrobed for our examination, as their two sisters
students had done before. Each was as lovely in her own way
as the others had been in theirs.
There were two girls of sixteen, Ariel and Jennifer, who
appeared to be exact opposites in temperament, if not in
looks. Both were dark. Both displayed a certain timidity,
but that timidity was somehow manifested differently in each.
Ariel, for all that she was described by Mlle. T. as being
currently virginal, gave the impression of an already awakened
sensuality that was quite palpable in the confident way she
stood, unconcerned over her nakedness. Jennifer, on the other
hand, although reportedly the more sexually experienced of the
two, seemed somehow less comfortable with her knowledge of
eroticism. She had, in fact, "known" a man. But for all of
that, she seemed somehow more untouched than her compatriot of
the same age.
The last girl to be introduced was Allison, an overtly
haughty and proud young beauty of seventeen. Her hair was cut
in a saucy page-boy. Her shoulders she held straight and
defiant under our intimate visual examination. Of all the
girls, Allison alone had the courage to meet our gaze, and
when my own eyes met hers, it was I who felt the challenge and
looked down, feeling defeated, and even somewhat embarrassed.
That a naked and vulnerable young woman could inspire such a
chastened reaction in a fully clothed male said much for the
girl's spirit and power. Mlle. T. seemed to notice my reaction
and, calling me aside for a moment, informed me whisperingly,
while out of the girl's hearing, that just as there were ways
to correct young Beverly's imperfection, there existed means
just as effective for curbing the unattractively daunting
hostility toward males that marred the attractiveness of this
older girl. Wait, she said once again, and I would see and
understand all in time.
The faithful Karl imposed his presence upon us at this point
to announce that dinner was served. The girls were dismissed,
stooping to gather up their wispy garments as they went, and
Mlle. T. and I went in together.
There was good food and good wine, and a few hours of much
needed rest to look forward to.
And midnight would come, all in due time.
