A European Queen

Chapter Four

Meeting lovely Older Women

In the room were only four other people, all females. Two were dressed as Corrine was, and then there was a tall slender woman in her mid-30s Corrine surmised but dressed in a formal 1940s-style outfit. The dress went down to her mid-calf and was buttoned from her neck to her waist. The neck had a small lace frill which looked odd with the stark grey material used for a plain dress. A simple thin white belt around her waist made the bland nature of her outfit, stand out. The sleeves finished at her elbow also with a small lace cuff.

On the top of her head, where she wore a small hat complete with a lace arrangement that came down covering her forehead. Her makeup was immaculate. Her eyebrows had a natural arch and had a hint of a dark eyebrow pencil. Her eyes were green and her mascara a dark brown, not overdone, not enough to take you away from those beautiful clear, sparkling eyes. Her cheeks had a slight touch of rouge on her apples brushed up to her cheekbones, very delicate, very tasteful and finally her lips were coated with a simple red matte lipstick, natural once again, no need to bring your attention to her mouth, her smile did that automatically.

She was wearing stockings not silk, but rather a matronly looking heavy-duty style. No black line up the back, it's a school ma'am outfit. To Corrine, she looked sensational.

Corrine stared at her, unable to look away. The movie Carol came rushing back to her.

The woman looked at her with contempt in her eyes, then turned a cold shoulder towards her, and cocked her head back in her direction, seeing this French maid, wearing a collar she smiled at her while letting the tip of her tongue escape her mouth and curl up over her top lip.

Madeleine Osborne observed the exchange and ran her fingers down Corrine's bare back. Corrine shuddered and broke eye contact with this gorgeous creature right out of the 1940s. Then the tutor leaned in and whispered to her. "Lower your eyes and expectations sweetie. She is owned and her Mistress doesn't let her wonder from her chosen pathway,"

She dropped her chin onto her chest and looked down. "What do you mean?" She asked innocently.

"That means she is 'Out of Bounds' to everyone," She was told.

Madeleine Osborne took her into the near-empty entrance hall and instructed her to wait there. She then went off in search of her friend and hostess Margaret (Peggy) Hodge. When she returned Corrine was where she was told to be, her hands clasped behind her back. Peggy was a woman in her 60's her sandy-coloured hair had silver streaks around her roots, and her hair had been coiffured that afternoon and looked like it was stuck on. The wrinkles and creases on her face added to her beauty.

"Peggy, this is Corrine, unfortunately, she doesn't believe she wants to attain the position as a sub. Isn't that right Corry?"

"Yes, Mistress," And she dropped her chin to her chest.

Peggy looked at her, shrugged her shoulders, and told her, "It isn't for everyone and it is best you don't waste a Mistress's time by pretending to be someone you're not. So good on you. And as you are dressed for the occasion please stay and enjoy your time with us. That's if you want to,"

Madeleine Osborne moved behind her and started to undo her collar, it was fiddly to get undone, and after a short while of tugging it came undone. Corrine rubbed her neck, she had gotten used to it and felt strangely naked without it on.

"Thank you, Mistress," she said quietly.

"No Corrine you don't call me that now, Madeleine will do," There was a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yes, Madeleine,"

Peggy looked at her and approached, she was almost toe to toe with her and she held her gaze. She smiled and gently kissed her lips. As she did so her fingers ran up under her short frilly dress and she touched her mound, gently. She wanted to see her reaction.

Corrine closed her eyes at the touch of her fingertips. She didn't move, not even to open her legs, although that was her first thought.

Peggy stepped back and told Madeleine "I think she will fit in tonight, she can help my Betty,"

"Who's Betty?" Corrine asked.

Madeleine told her in a matter-of-fact type of tone. "That was the woman you were drooling over when you came in,"

Corrine shot her a glance but said nothing. Corrine looked down but was not going to give in to the temptation of responding to the tutor.

Peggy waved to Betty and called her over. It was the way she walked, the way she talked, it was her style, her charm it was all those things and Corrine felt the very first twinges of love. She was mesmerized. Her self-confidence disappeared, she stumbled over her words, and she couldn't stop looking into her eyes. Peggy took hold of her sub's hand and said. "Betty sweetheart, meet Corrine, she is going to be helping us out this evening. You can look but you mustn't touch,"

"Corrine, Betty is my partner as well as my lifelong sub," Then Betty pulled a silver necklace out from under the collar of her buttoned-up dress and a simple silver chain with an attached symbol told the world that Betty was owned.

"Hello, Corrine," she said nervously. Up close Corrine thought she was even more beautiful than at a distance when she first saw her.

"Betty sweetheart, please show young Corrine around, she will be waiting on the table tonight for us,"

"Yes, Mistress," Was all she said and took Corrine by her hand and led her away from the older two women.

Peggy turned to Maddy and commented. "She is delightful, I wonder what changed her mind?" Her look suggested that the tutor may be the culprit.

"Don't give me that look Peggy darling, she is not convinced she is as submissive as I thought she was. Plenty more fish in the sea, as they say,"

"Yes there is, but you'll need better bait if you are going to have what you seek, Darl.......ing," Peggy replied, drawing out the last word to add to her sarcastic remark.

Madeleine laughed at her dearest friend and mentor, "When I find what I'm looking for, 'my bait'," She said tapping her crutch, "Will be more than enough, thank you very much," They laughed along with each other.

Meanwhile, Betty took hold of Corrine's hand and led her into the main dining room. The large square table sat in the centre of the room it had been set to seat three guests on each side. A very ornate candelabra was the main feature in the centre of the table, the four large penis-shaped black candles suggested to Corrine that they may end up being used before the night was over, but not as candles.

Betty then informed young Corrine that she would be responsible for three guests, and pointed to one side of the table. She then led her into a smallish service room, where two other young women, dressed in similar outfits to Corrine were checking the wine list with the stored wine, those that had to be chilled and those that should be served at room temperature.

"Girls," she said as she entered the room with Corrine in tow. "This is Corrine, she is helping us tonight,"

She then told the girls that each of them would be responsible for only three guests for the evening. That was met with an audible sigh of relief.

Corrine smiled at them and said hello. The girls were demure and looked quite shy. They were quite different to each other. While Corrine stood out due to her height and small breasts and her boyish good looks, Michelle, or Mitch as she was referred to, was small just reaching 5' 2" and had an all-rounded shape to her. Her smile was infectious and her large bosoms were sagging without any support. She bowed her head as she said in the quietest but sweetest voice, "Hello Corrine,"

Joanne, or Jo, was different yet again, she was slim approaching thin, and her breasts were of an average size but the freckles over her nose and on her cheeks gave her the appearance of a much younger person than her 23 years suggested. Her height of 5'6" made her look longer and thinner than she was. She too had eyes that sparkled and a cheerful disposition. That was the one thing these two girls had in common, Corrine noticed, their cheerful disposition, both girls were effervescent.

Betty watched the three girls before she spoke. "Mitch and Jo, please treat Corrine as just another sub, even though she relinquished her collar this evening, she is still a sub to our guests." Her tone had a disapproving inflection attached to her words. Corrine turned her head sharply to look at Betty as she heard her words, before returning her attention to the two other girls dressed as French maids.

The instructions were clear, the French maids were to serve pre-dinner drinks and 'mingle' with the guests. The nine other ladies who were dining that evening were what a polite person would say of them, as being of a mature age. Corrine noticed that none of them appeared to be younger than forty years of age. Corrine had a silver tray, holding six glasses of champagne, chilled to the right temperature. As she met each new guest she smiled, and bowed her head instinctively, even though she knew she didn't have to.

She noticed that all of the guests were dressed in men's suits, one in a tuxedo complete with a top hat and tails. Another was dressed in a pure white 3 piece suit, a red bowtie matched her red lips and her dark eyeliner pencil was used to draw a pencil-thin moustache which drew your attention to her face and away from her ample body. All of the other women were dressed as men also and somehow they pulled it off so eloquently. Two women caught her eye, not only in how they were dressed but the way they carried themselves, their charming good looks, and their style.

She was stunned by it all, a fancy dress party perhaps? But why were Peggy and Madeleine dressed as they were while everyone else was dressed up so? Most odd she thought.

Corrine overheard several conversations, she sensed she had become the centre of all their chatter. Who was she? Where has she been hiding? Who brought her along? What was her name?

The attention she garnered left Corrine feeling rather special. She had on more than one occasion felt a nice hand squeeze her backside. Uncertain as to the culprit was, she didn't offer up any protests. She had been forewarned that the French Maids were there to be appreciated and enjoyed by whomever so fancied them, and in any way they deemed fit.

Before the meal was to be served, Peggy rang a small silver bell and the room went quiet.

"Thank you all for accepting my invitation to dine with myself and Betty this evening, You will notice that with have three maids attending to our needs this evening but I ask that you all respect the protocols and not indulge in any 'outright playful festivities' until after dessert," She let that sink in before continuing.

"Let me introduce them to you. Firstly, some of you may remember sweet little Mitch, as you can see she has a Mistress but for tonight's dinner, she has been given permission to accept all advances," Mitch curtsied. "Then you may recognise Joanne or Jo as we affectionately call her. She too has been given a free license to misbehave this evening, however, her Mistress has advised us that they are looking for a third wheel for the remainder of the weekend. Those of you who recall just how 'flexible' Jo is and have some free time on your hands, please speak to her Mistress," Jo bowed, bending right over. Whoever was behind her saw all of what would be on offer. Peggy looked around the room and made eye contact with Corrine.

"Thirdly there is Corrine, She is the tall one, with that gorgeous boyish charm about her, and is not owned by anyone. She is no stranger to our Sapphic lifestyle but feels, at this time, not to live a life of submission. She is here as a guest of my dear friend Madeleine. Am I right in saying Maddy, that you have no ownership claims on this beautiful Sapphic creature?"

Madeleine Osborne smiled back at her friend and then turned to Corrine and winked at her. "None whatsoever," came her reply.

Peggy smiled at Corrine before she told them, "So all you tough old dykes out there if you want to talk to the young lady and see if you can take her home, by all means, you are welcome to try,"

All eyes in the room fell on her, some more lecherous than others and she now knew what it felt like to be caught in a hunter's crosshairs. She was likely to be stalked all night long she thought.

Corrine blushed at the formal announcement of being available to bed as if she were a piece of meat on a butcher's hook at the meat market.

Corrine refused to let her head drop, and she stared back at the many faces staring at her. There were two women whom she would accept any advances from and she tried hard to hold their gaze for a moment longer to allow them to maybe approach her later in the night. Her messages were sent, but she was unsure if they were received. She continued to smile at everyone.

Madeleine Osborne came up to her before she was seated at the dinner table, and whispered to her. "Didn't you once say to me that you wanted to experience an older woman, well tonight is your lucky night," She patted her backside and then went and sat down next to her friend and her sub.

Corrine was uncertain as to what to make of the events so far that evening. Betty she thought was so desirable but not attainable. Both Mitch and Jo were nice enough but like so many at college. Several guests kept making eye contact with her, she acknowledged them as a courtesy but the two she would so hope might, whom she was attracted to, gave her just passing glimpses.

The dinner progressed well, the chatter was subdued during the meal, with some gentle laughter. The three ladies she was serving, all were polite and at different times ran a hand up her leg, as she poured them their wine. She allowed them to go further than appropriate and changed her stance so they could reach what they were searching for. Her breathing changed several times during the evening. She watched paying attention to her guests and was a little surprised when Peggy stood and the table went quiet.

She addressed the three French maids, "Subs, we will be taking our Port in the games room," And with that statement, the ladies at the table rose, almost in unison, it seemed everyone was eager to go into the games room.

Corrine followed both Jo and Mitch back into their little preparation room. Mitch was on her tippy toes trying to reach a higher shelf where a collection of Port glasses was stored. Corrine smiled at her, "Let me grab them for you," Mitch smiled and blushed.

"Thank you Corrine, I sometimes wish I was a couple of inches taller," She told them both.

"Don't wish your life away Mitch," Jo responded. She then collected a selection of Ports and Fortified wines from their storage space and sat them on the table before turning to Corrine. "This is where the night gets interesting. Can I make a suggestion," She said turning to Mitch as well. "I guess that Corrine here is going to be very popular to start with, so I suggest she doesn't do any pouring, just taking orders, I can do the pouring and you'll serve. That way the wine won't get spilled," She said talking to Michelle.

Corrine listened and looked on, she shrugged, "I'm happy with that,"

Joanne then looked at Corrine with a smile on her face and explained. "This is called a games room, but unless you have been here before, they are like no other games you have ever played,"

"So true Jo," Taking Corrine by the hand, she explained. "These ladies are going to be playing with us. Not only physically but in very many different ways. Take my Mistress as an example, Mistress Shirley," But before Mitch could finish the sentence Jo chipped in. "That's the Mistress in that glorious black Tux and tails. God, I fancy her,"

It was then that Betty stuck her head in the door, "What's keeping you, girls they're getting restless in there," Looking back over her shoulder checking to see she wasn't being watched, she slipped into the room.

She grabbed Corrine's face in her hands and looking longingly into her eyes, she passionately planted a kiss on her mouth, her tongue swept around her mouth toying with Corrine's. Taken by surprise, Corrine stood there, as both Jo and Mitch sucked in a deep breath and moaned in sync with each other. Betty broke the kiss and let her hand cascade down her near-naked body slowly, stopping momentarily to pinch a nipple and she cupped her mound. Sliding two fingers back and forth along her heated and now moist labia folds.

Looking at Mitch and Jo she told them, "Don't you two say a word, or else I will make your life a misery," She patted Corrine's pussy and quickly took another kiss and just before departing she put her finger to her lips and said "sssssshhhhhhhhh......."

The two subs looked astonished and flustered, "Oh wow Corrine, I mean..... Oh My God. She kissed you in front of us. Do you know what that means?" Asked Michelle.

Corrine looked at the two girls and the look on her face that said she was bewildered. "No, I don't, but I'll tell you what I do know and that is that there are only four people who know what just took place. Now I can't vouch for three of them but I know this one person isn't going to say a word," The smile on their collective faces gave Corrine a sense that the secret would be kept safe.

Corrine looked around for a pen and order notebook. "What are you looking for?" Jo asked.

"Something to write the orders on," She replied.

Mitch shook her head, "Sorry sweetie, you have to keep it up here," tapping her head. "The trick is there are only four Ports they can choose from. They will try and confuse you because, for every mistake that you make, they get to have you do something for them. So with each Mistress, hold your hand behind your back, and if they want, Penfolds Grandfather Port that's number one. So you signal us like this," With her hand behind her back she showed her simply to show her fingers, either one, two, three, or four. "Two will be the Tawny Port, Three will be the Isobella Tokay and last but not least number Four is the Liqueur Muscat,"

Corrine's eyes narrowed as she glared at them. "It sounds tricky, is this why you wanted me to take the orders?" she was joking of course.

"NO!" She replied, "Trust us, if you were pouring, they would be bumping into you or blowing smoke into your face. If you were serving they would be running their hands all over you, and for every drop you spill, there would be consequences. They will be exploring your body as they give their orders, but when you get their orders wrong, and you will, all they will do is run their hands over you once again,"

Out they went, Michelle leading the way with the four bottles of expensive wines followed by Joanne carrying the 12 Port glasses on a silver serving tray and Corrine brought up the rear. This was a regimented formation and two of the three maids had a solemn look on their faces, their heads bowed as they entered the games room. Both Michelle and Joanna had been in the room before so its size and splendor didn't surprise them. However, Corrine was seeing it for the first time. She was unaccustomed to such a room.

The double solid wooden doors actually creaked when they were opened. It was a large room by any description. There were no ceilings as it was a vaulted roof, a very Middle Ages English castle look about it. Directly opposite the entrance doorway was a large open fireplace, the hearth was at least 8' wide. A fire was well established and warmly inviting you towards it. On either side of the fireplace was a doorway. Just a single doorway, of dark stained wood, featureless. So featureless that unless you knew they were there, you wouldn't see them.

Each corner facing the maids as they entered the room was curved. The room itself was baron, stark, with only two large wall tapestries adorning the walls which were made of stone. The lighting was scarce, and it gave the room an eerie look. The fire sent flickering shadows bouncing off the walls. In the centre of the room was a low loveseat, it was positioned in front of the fire. The flames from the fireplace gave it a surreal high alter look about it.