Soon after my grandmother's death, Eleanor decided that I needed to be taught in the ways of dominance. As the headmistress, it was a simple thing for her to get me hired on to an infamous opera singer. Eleanor cautioned me to play the part of the virgin, which I did with complete perfection.
When Madame arrived at the school, she appeared thrilled with her new charge. I had taken special pains that day to wear my school uniform and braids, giving me the charming appearance of innocent youth. She inquired as to my age, and having learned I was over eighteen, a faint sweat appeared on her brow. Once under way, Madame offered me a sip from her travel flask. After several such sips, I pretended to be inebriated and allowed myself to admit to several very personal masturbatory explorations from her less than delicate questioning into that arena of my education. Madame quickly moved across the carriage and began to mimic my recollections, which although factual were also greatly embellished for her benefit. Before the carriage reached the train station, Madame had given me the first of many orgasms.
From then on, Madame seduced me quickly and efficiently, caressing my breasts in her dressing rooms, fingering me under my skirts in carriages as she had that first day, sucking me to orgasm on trains despite my many protestations. She ordered me to bare my breasts whenever we were alone, even made me do my daily exercises naked while she masturbated herself. I remained a ‘virgin' up until the Madame and I arrived in Vienna.
It was in Vienna after a performance that Madame drew me down onto my knees in the conservatory and bent me over the piano bench. Madame was extremely thorough and most pleased to see a small bit of blood on the phallus she used, which didn't surprise me at all given the voracious with which she thrust into me. To this day, I have never come close to experiencing the power of her hips with another lover, although the duchess did come close and of course, the machines.
Madame took me soon after to her favorite shop and requisitioned me in an entirely new set of lingerie. Most of which seemed to have split seems between the legs. After seeing the shop owner caress my buttocks several times, Madame offered me to her. The shop owner introduced me to the delights of mutual oral sex, under the careful eye of Madame, who sipped tea in an easy chair a short distance away. The French certainly have a way with their mouths, not to mention their hands.
The shop owner took a seat next to Madame afterwards and I was then introduced to the delights of multiple simultaneous partners, as the shop owner's very knowledgeable female staff took me in hand. I was laid on the floor, while the ladies divided the duties among them. One of them kissed me, another two sucked on my breasts with their sharp little teeth barely covered, the last one fingered me while she rubbed my clitoris until I screamed in pleasure. Since then, I have spent many a beautiful evening remembering this day. Madame was always quite generous with me, giving me both lavish clothing and numerous delightfully wicked partners.
That night when Madame and I returned to our suite of rooms, her lovemaking was nearly violent but very satisfying. I can only believe that watching me with other women enflamed her, as she continued to give me to her female friends, always watching out for my safety but allowing me to come to new heights of sensual delights. Thinking back to that night, it was the most thoroughly submissive night of my life. "Take off your clothes, Margaret," she ordered. I removed my clothing slowly, with deliberate shyness, watching her dark eyes the entire time. She murmured her satisfaction at the myriad bruises the French women had made upon my body and asked whether I was bothered by unease or pain.
"No, Madame," I replied, shyly. "They make me feel quite decadent," I whispered. Madame nodded, satisfied. She waved her hand to the cabinet where she kept her sexual apparatus, telling me how to set the scene for this evening. According to her instructions, I placed several bottles of oils on the piano. The bench had been cleverly made and was quite unique. Once the cushion was removed, there was a grooved notch to which a phallus could be inserted. I did this at her instruction, pretending all the while to be shocked at her orders.
As I stood there, waiting, Madame went to the cabinet and took out a long-handled phallus of the type Eleanor preferred when she was in a dominant mood. Madame laid it on the piano bench, before binding my hands behind me. She took me in her arms, pressing my naked flesh to her stiff velvet. I shuddered delicately, loving the feel of my skin against such textures as her expensive clothes. She captured my mouth readily, willing me to submit as I always did to her ministrations.
