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This story had stalled out on me. I knew that I needed to wrap it up, but after the last chapter, I didn't know where to go with it, so I wrote some other stories instead. Like Catherine, I needed a little time away from Kelly. But, when she came back to me, her character told me exactly what to write. This story is shorter and with a little bit less sex, but it reveals more than any of the stories I've written who Kelly is. Enjoy!
Note 1: This is a work of fiction and the characters depicted herein are purely figments of my own imagination; any resemblance to any other persons, real or fictional, is entirely coincidental and unintended. And, on the advice of a good friend, this work is copyrighted. To me. I own this, so don't steal it.
Note 2: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. Although entirely fictional, the characters are all over the age of 18.
Note 3: This story includes themes that involve kink and light S&M. If such themes bother you or offend you, feel free to pass.
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It had been over a week since Catherine D'Boudec had dominated her impudent tenant in the garden and, now, once again, rent was due. In the past, Kelly had always managed to use her raw sexuality to captivate and confuse her, like a sort of mystical snake charmer. Catherine, with her deeply repressed lesbian desires, had been reduced to putty in Kelly's hands and Kelly had used that to her advantage.
This last episode, however, was the most debauched and debasing sexual experience Catherine had ever participated in. But, unlike her previous encounters with Kelly, this one had brought Catherine down into the depths of her depravity and afterward, she was forced to re-examine herself. The next morning, when Catherine had looked at herself in the mirror, she'd had to come face to face with who she was and what she was. Her feeble attempts to deny her own desires had made her weak and easy to manipulate. Yes, Catherine was still going to have to "behave herself" in this conservative little village, but now she could accept herself and find ways to seek out the pleasures she wanted without doubting herself. She had had a breakthrough and now, uninhibited and freed of her own emotional chains, she was brimming with new confidence. This time, when she went to collect the rent, if Kelly wanted to fuck her sideways, great. But the manipulative little tramp would still have to pay.
That evening, Catherine strode confidently up the path to the little cottage at the far end of the property that she rented to the American student. Kelly's bicycle was leaning against the shed and there was a light on inside. Catherine knocked forcefully at the door. "Allo! Bon soir! Je suis venu pour le loyer!" She called out. "The rent is due, Mademoiselle Kelly!"
For a few moments, there was no response. Then, Catherine heard a voice call out from somewhere inside. "I'm not decent!" came Kelly's voice. "Donnez-moi dix minutes. I will come up to the house."
Catherine sighed. "Not likely," she thought to herself. Catherine made her way back to the main house. It was early evening. The tourist season had ended by now and the main house was empty of guests. Autumn in Bretagne was usually cool, windy and grey, but this week, the region was experiencing a rare spot of warm, sunny weather. The low angle afternoon sunbeams streamed through the trees, setting the autumn leaves glowing with a fire of red and gold lights intermingled with a dapple of shadows. A warm breeze rustled them, making the lights and shadows dance.
The old chateau loomed especially large now that it was empty. Catherine entered and crossed the towering, vaulted entrance hall. She recalled as a child how the servants would chase her around the winding corridors and cavernous chambers. There were no servants now; she was barely managing to juggle the household expenses herself without dipping into the estate trust. It had been a decent season despite the slow start and the chambre d'hote had turned a modest profit. Catherine hoped that word would spread and she'd see a steady increase in bookings over the next few years. But now it was time to settle in for the quiet part of the year. If she had made more money, she'd consider closing it up and going abroad for a few weeks, but she was determined to make a legitimate go of this business, and that meant spending the off-season on improvements and marketing.
Catherine entered the kitchen. Unlike modern houses that featured grand, luxurious kitchens with polished stone counters, tasteful recessed lighting and slick modern appliances, the chateau's kitchen hearkened back to the days when the kitchen was a strictly working operation for the household staff, kept out of sight of the owner and guests. The kitchen was located at the back of the house so that food and supply deliveries could be made via the servants' entrance. The interior access was through a hidden doorway that opened into the main dining room. Inside, it had a worn, bare stone floor, dozens of plain wooden cabinets, thick, butcher block counters and prep tables, and a deep pantry. The old wood stove had been replaced with a modern, flat-top model, and the fridge/freezer was a commercial walk-in style purchased from a restaurant that had been going out of business. In the corner was the original brick oven, but it had not been used since Catherine was a child.
It was getting late and Catherine had not eaten yet, so she decided to throw something together. She had replaced one of the rolling cart prep tables with a small dinette so that she could eat in private away from the paying guests in the dining hall and it was here that she ate most of her meals, sitting alone in silence. Catherine opened the pantry and stood staring at the nearly empty shelves. She then opened the giant commercial fridge and did the same. There was some frozen chicken.. some vegetables of unknown age, and various jars and containers with left-overs. She frowned. It was then that she heard a knock at the rear door. When she opened it, she saw Kelly standing there at the servants' entrance with a big grin and a sack of groceries.
"Est ce que vous avez mange?" She asked. "I thought you might be all alone for dinner. I am all alone also and so I thought you might let me cook for you." Catherine stood aside and allowed Kelly to enter. She wore a bright yellow sundress and a white floppy hat. She was barefoot and the way the sundress clung to her toned, fit body made Catherine suspect that she wore nothing underneath it.
