After she helped me on with my short white bathrobe I left Kitty to clean the bathing room and returned to my bedchamber. I rang to the kitchens for a scullery maid and ordered a light dinner for eight o'clock. Papa was at an overseas political function and would not be back for several days; he seems to be particularly busy of late, I thought, and I don't see nearly enough of him. At least the knowledge of his absence would keep John at his ease. I strolled out onto the balcony to take in the evening air.
Untying my bathrobe I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it slip to the floor. It was the height of summer yet the evening air was refreshingly cool and upon my powdered and pampered skin felt most invigorating. I stretched then leant on the parapet, looking out into the garden. Below, the scurrying of gardeners' apprentices caught my eye. One shirtless young in particular man held my gaze as I watched him sweeping the wooden oval of the musicians' platform.
"Mistress!" A sharp whispered gasp sounded behind me. I ignored it. The click-clack of quick little steps sounded; heels on stone.
"You couldn't wait then?" I casually asked, eyeing a particularly strong looking lad as he carried a large, cut log on each shoulder. The click-clacks momentarily paused, before a quickened clattering announced the arrival of my handmaid. "Wait for what, Miss?" she asked, dropping down behind me.
"Do not fuss, Kitty!" I said as I felt my robe upon my shoulders.
"But Miss," she whined as I turned to her. "What if the gardeners were to see you?" I felt like casting the robe over the parapet and awaiting their upward eyes with hands lifted into my hair. Instead I merely smiled.
"Then I think they would have much to look at, and to later discuss," I said with a wink. Kitty blushed. I looked her up and down, my robe in one hand and nail basket in the other. "To wear your new special pink dress," I said and took the bathrobe from her. She stood, looking blankly. "You don't usually perform these rituals in your uniform," I clarified.
"Oh, I know, Miss, yes, but, I just couldn't wait to wear it. It's so pretty! I'm just so excited about tonight." She rocked her hips this way and that, half-twirling like a child.
"Indeed." I sat on a chaise longue, safely hidden once more in my fluffy white bathrobe. Kitty was correct; the dress was pretty, and in it she looked especially sweet and desirable. Its outer layer was very light pink; almost white, and beneath that white lace frills spilled out from every hem. An erotic version of her usual French maids uniform, much smaller and shorter, the skirt more flared and so high upon her thighs it would take only the merest lean forward to display her skimpy knickers to all who watched her. All manner of ribbons, bows and frills added to its effect, and unlike the usual representations its laces were only for show as it had a secret row of little quick-release buttons ensconced beneath the fold on one side.
Pink high heels and hold-up stockings with pretty ribbon bows at the back matched the outfit, as well as frilly cuffs on her wrists and garter straps around her upper arms, and just below the dark band of her stocking top she wore a frilly pink and white garter around her left thigh. A special pink choker had been made resembling a cats collar, and along with the frilly maids hat I had also purchased an adorable little pair of fluffy pointed cats ears in matching pink. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders and part way down her back. She looked both daringly erotic and delightfully cute at once, and I knew John would have trouble controlling his cock later that night.
Kitty manicured and painted my nails, and pedicured and painted my toes. I had cautioned her not to leave my chambers tonight so as not to spoil John's surprise. She was beside herself with excitement. I had a scullion bring dinner to my rooms and ate on the balcony, allowing Kitty to join me. We ate and drank and together spoke of the fun we were to have that night.
Despite all her light-headed clumsiness Kitty could be at times very shrewd, especially when it came to reading my moods and desires, and I could not successfully deny to her my wish to become a woman by the cock of a man I trusted so implicitly as John. She had, apparently, sensed the need in me, and thought it particularly prudent to choose one over whom I exerted such control.
Talk of General Stanton's visit had, I assumed, suffered some exaggeration in its retelling, and perhaps had I not let the dastardly rogue wash me with his sperm I might not have escaped with my virginity intact. It bothered me not, for I had long since learned to ignore the incessant gossiping of the lower orders.
Kitty, though, not only thought it a perfect solution, but thought it also a plan entirely of her own devising that she and I together sacrifice our girlhood to my dashing butler. I nodded, and congratulated her on her insight whilst retaining an air of reticence. She cheerfully assured me everything would be perfect, and sat smiling like the Cheshire Cat, swinging her feet beneath her chair as she munched a slice of buttered bread.
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The evening drew in, lamps and candles were lit and dozens of white and pink roses clustered in vases around my main bedchamber. Petals were scattered upon the bed and rug, and their wonderful summer fragrance pervaded the room. Kitty applied moisturisers and creams, perfected my flowing black hair, powdered and scented us both, then helped me dress. I wore exactly the same as she, only my dress and all of my little ribbons and bows, my diamond jewelled choker and my frills, garters, heels and straps were of pure white. We offered quite a treat for each of the senses.
I sent for a servant and minutes later Kitty opened the door after came the little knock. "Come in then," she said with amusement as the little page boy stood transfixed by the sight of her. He stepped inside, only able to draw his gaze from her shining smooth legs and mouth-watering curves when his eye caught movement across the room.
"Boy," I said. He stood agog, eyes wide and jaw slack, staring somewhat impertinently at me as I dropped a rose stem into a vase. "Instruct the butler to bring absinth and wine for three. Speak of nothing else. And be quick about it." He remained rooted to the spot, his eyes traversing my every curve and fluttery ribbon and frill. I turned from him to bend and breathe the petal scent of each rose.
"You heard the mistress, quickly, quickly! Chop chop!" Kitty shooed him with swishes of her arms. Reluctantly he backed away, turned and scampered off down the hallway to the stairs, his shoes softly thudding in rapid succession on the thick moquette carpeting. I smiled. there would no doubt be much gossiping below stairs tonight, and potent jealousy rife from the lower echelons of servants towards those few above them.
"Everything is ready, Miss," Kitty tentatively announced. Her apprehension was as evident as her eagerness. I smiled knowingly and nodded to the balcony, and she flitted across the large circular fur rug in quick little tiptoed steps that turned to rapid click-clacks on the flagstones outside. Leaning on the parapet she looked down and signalled to the quartet. A moment later soft string music filtered up into the room. Kitty returned to my side. All was set.
"My Lady?" John spoke from behind the ornate oak door and knocked twice.
"Enter," said I. Kitty squeezed my hand. The door slowly opened and a moment later, after picking his tray up from the hall table outside, John walked in. His face was a picture! And it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. A range of expressions alighted upon his features. One first of surprise as his eyes beheld me in wondrous astonishment. Open-mouthed his gaze flicked to Kitty, and up and down his fervid pupils roved as he took in the sights before him. "Do put the tray down, John," I said with a chuckle. "I should not want you to drop it and spoil my beautiful rug."
He stood a moment as though no longer able to command his feet, not unlike the page boy I thought, and it was only when the glasses and bottles began to clink together from the shaking of his hands that the spell was broken. He flushed and flustered and looked first one way then the other, until noticing the low table near the open balcony doors. I thought for a moment he might trip over himself before he safely reached it, but with some relief he lowered the tray to it without incident. He stood and bowed and eyed us both once more with astounded looks that barely concealed the desirous lust welling up within his eyes.
"My dear John, Kitty and I have talked much of you recently, and as you know you and I have had our own conclaves to discuss her. All has been leading to this night, and let us not pretend each are shy to experience what the other has to offer. But first I think a drink is in order. Prepare the absinth and pour the wine John, while Kitty and I get comfortable."
Her hand was a little hot, as I assumed mine must also have felt to her. I squeezed it to assure her all was as it should be. She squeezed tightly back, conveying her excitement to me. We sat side by side on the bed and watched him work. I let her hold my hand in her lap with both of hers. Her legs kicked a little. First he placed a little white cube onto a draining spoon which he proceeded to set light to. It fizzled and dripped into the glass of liquid below. I am loathe to admit I never have had need to learn of the process from which the drink is fashioned and instead turned my attentions to Kitty. She turned to me. Moving close I brushed my cheek to hers and whispered what fun it might be to strip him of his garments. Kitty giggled and nodded her head. As we looked back John was pouring wine into tall stemmed glasses.
He rose to bring them to us on the bed, but instead I held up my hand to stop him. We stood together and moved to each side of him, taking a glass each and sipping from them.
