Annabel Sarin was a proud and beautiful woman. She had married well at a young age and now spent her time traveling between all her favorite venues in Europe. On this occasion she found herself at Brandauer Castle in Austria where she was the honored guest of the Count and Countess.
The entertainment for the evening was a formal ball which gave her the opportunity to showcase one of her stunning, silk gowns. She made her entrance properly, pausing on the landing of the double staircase to the ballroom as her name was announced.
"Lady Annabel Sarin of Queensbury." the stuffy man servant announced prominently to the room.
She descended the stairs with finished dignity, her chin held high as she acknowledged the looks of admiration directed to her. She wore a wig that was impossibly complex and that could more rightly be considered architecture. Her face was powdered but flawlessly smooth and her large eyes were made even bigger by artfully applied black mascara.
The Count and Countess quickly introduced her to several of their high born guests who were immediately charmed by her regal bearing and engaging physical beauty. She floated from one group to another before the orchestra opened with The Blue Danube and the Count had the honor of leading the waltz with her as his partner. They glided over the floor like figures in a music box and at the end of the dance the Count bowed deeply before releasing the Lady's hand. And so the evening proceeded as all of Annabel Sarin's evenings proceeded, with perfect graciousness.
But unbeknownst to her or the other people there, a fiend was watching the entire affair from an upper window, clinging with desperation to the leaden sill.
After the ball Lady Sarin returned to her room with that satisfied feeling she always had after social events of this kind. She freed herself from her layers of finery and then popped open her corset which allowed her large breasts and voluptuous belly to finally breathe.
After her petticoats were also shed she squatted down naked over the chamber pot in the middle of the room and released a deluge of hot urine into it, filling it almost to the brim. Her body had God-given size and firmness and she had no need for rear attachments to her corsetry since her buttocks naturally protruded quite prominently.
She walked to the pitcher and basin and soaped her hands, washing her face before moving the lather over her breasts and underarms. Finally she washed her over-grown crotch and then rinsed herself methodically with the sponge.
Then she did a series of exercise moves she had seen in one of the new physical culture magazines. She spread her legs and alternately bent over and touched her right hand to her left foot and visa versa. Then with her legs still spread she shifted her body deeply from side to side like a speed skater. It was then she became aware of a thumping noise coming from behind the wall opposite the bed. She stopped what she was doing and listened. The sound stopped. She continued with her bent-over stretches again and the sound returned. She stopped a second time and the sound ceased again. She walked over to the wall and listened but nothing could be heard.
