A letter from Kate arrived two days after we had flown back to Lyon.
My Dear Mentor and Mistress Jen,
I miss you so much already, but I can't wait to tell (and show) you all that I have been learning.
Jean-Pierre and Emmanuelle came to see me after I had been bathed to tell me that you had to fly back to Lyon because of the weather. I was a little sad that you had to leave so early, but Jean-Pierre told me that they had a nice lunch with you and that I was in good hands (as he was massaging my shoulders).
Emmanuelle kissed my forehead and led me to a table where I was served a nice tomato salad with mozzarella and fresh basil and a glass of chilled white wine. When I was through with my dessert of lemon tart, Emmanuelle returned and handed me a small black leather pouch. In it was a refill of my birth control prescription and a disposable enema kit that she told me to use before my initiation that evening. Then she ordered a young male technician to show me to my room. The technician said that he would carry my things and asked me to put my hands behind my back so that he could bind me with leather cuffs which he then attached and buckled together. He then attached a thin chain leash to the black leather collar that Jean-Pierre and Emmanuelle had placed on me and led me down several long corridors to my room.
The technician removed my cuffs, handed me my key, and stood there for a moment as though he was waiting for a tip. When he realized that I did not understand, he unzipped his white slacks and firmly pulled down on my leash. Taking his not-so-subtle hint, I knelt in front of him and looked up into his ice-blue eyes while I finished undoing his pants. He unbuttoned his starched white tunic to expose his "6-pack" abs and toned pecs to me. He was kind of cute with a boyish face and uncombed blond hair.
I hooked my thumbs into his waistband and pulled down his trousers and tight white briefs to just above his knees. His cock was pulsing as it hardened in anticipation, so I took it in my hand and slowly licked him. I started with his shaved balls and worked my way up the shaft and finally to its shiny purple head. I swallowed him whole until my nose pressed against his bare pubic mound, which made him gasp with surprised pleasure. My white cotton dress had ridden up my thighs (like yours did Jen yesterday when you sucked off the coachman).
I could feel the technician staring at my spread thighs as he began to slowly fuck my mouth. He reached down to fondle my breasts, and finding my nipples already hard, he pinched them firmly making me moan on his cock. I caressed his balls and stroked his prick with my right hand and slipped my other hand under my dress to rub my clit. Then, he admonished me saying that I was not allowed to do that. I blurted out that I was sorry, but he slapped my cheek with his right hand, and he put his cock back in my mouth and held my head to shove it deep into my throat to make me gag.
My eyes began to tear, and my pussy flooded when he started face-fucking me again. His cock became coated with my saliva that flowed down my chin as he fucked my mouth. After a few minutes, he found the "tearing-notch" cut into the neck of my little white dress and tore open the front of it down to my pussy. The flash of my nudity must have been what he needed because he came then. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and emptied his balls all over my face, tits, and belly. His warm cum felt wonderful as it ran down all over me. I hear someone coming so I'll have to go so I'll sign off for now. Hugs and kisses to both of you.
With all my love and affection,
Kate
The technician dressed and then opened the door to Kate's room. As she entered, she saw Sara sitting on a bed combing her long auburn hair and smiling at her. Sara was dressed in the same simple white cotton dress as Kate wore.
"Hi, you look a mess," Sara smiled observing Kate's torn dress and cum-covered breasts.
"He tore my dress...and..."
"I heard, it sounded hot," Sara interrupted. "Come here...Kate, isn't it?"
"Are you English?" Kate asked.
"No, I am Canadian from Vancouver. Emmanuelle told me that you are American." Sara continued.
Kate walked across the small room and sat down on the bed under an open but barred window that looked out onto a grey courtyard surrounded by the grey walls of the chateau.
"Yes that's right, I'm very pleased to meet you," Kate said kissing Sara on both cheeks. "You were in the demonstration today."
"Yes, did you like it?" Sara asked hopefully.
"Oh yes, and I came just when you did. They must have activated my egg vibrator but I'm pretty sure that I would have come anyway, it was so hot watching you. You are so beautiful and..."
Sara reached inside Kate's torn dress and pulled her body close to kiss Kate fully on the lips. Kate responded by kissing Sara deeply and then she began to cry, her warm tears rolling down her face.
"It's okay Kate. It was just a lot of stimulation for one day."
"But he...he slapped me for touching myself, and I almost came from it...and then he came...and there's cum all over...and my dress is torn..." Kate sobbed.
"There are plenty of those dresses, all washed and pressed...they get torn every day...sh...sh... it's okay." Sara kissed and comforted Kate until she stopped crying.
"Did Igor hurt you?"
"Igor...really? Kate sputtered.
"Yes really...kind of fitting, no?" Sara laughed.
Kate's sobbing turned to giggles and then she hugged Sara and kissed her passionately, her tongue probing Sara's mouth and her spent tears wetting her face.
Sara lifted Kate's torn dress over her head and Kate did the same to Sara, stripping her nude.
Sara lowered Kate onto her back with Kate's head on the pillow and moved over her covering Kate's face with kisses, further inflaming their combined passion.
Sara cupped the back of Kate's head pulling Kate's lips tighter to her own while she gently began to fondle Kate's breasts with her other hand, coaxing Kate's nipples to hardness. Kate parted her thighs so that Sara could slip her thigh between them. Sara held herself up by her arms, positioning herself so that she could gently caress Kate's cum-streaked nipples with her own.
"I need...more," Kate begged.
Responding to Kate's need to come, Sara slipped her right leg under Kate's left one and lifted Kate's left leg so that their pussies touched. The frantically excited women tribbed each other grinding their sopping clits together until first Kate and then Sara flooded the other with their juices. Sara's body collapsed onto Kate's. Panting with exertion, they peppered each other's faces with grateful kisses. They fell asleep in each other's arms for what seemed like minutes, but which lasted nearly an hour.
"Kate, wake up!" Sara exclaimed.
"We have to get you ready for your initiation tonight."
"Huh...what?" Kate murmured sleepily.
Your initiation ceremony with Emmanuelle and Jean-Pierre is tonight, you can't be late."
Kate sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes and then smiled at Sara."
"Just a little while longer?"
"We better not," Sara returned.
"We are probably in enough trouble already."
"We weren't allowed to do that either?" Kate asked.
