Following an incredible and expensive blind date involving a masked ball, Virginia - Ginny - has found her ideal but older man, lost her virginity, and become engaged to be married. Her fiancée, it transpired, was an ardent fan of the author her father, Henry Watson, came to be after first becoming a lawyer.
She has also found out that her Nanny was her father's lover after he became widowed and handicapped. Now her Nanny's role has been revised to 'companion'. That was not her only discovery. Others included Nanny - now Alice - being bi-sexual, Ginny finding she enjoyed lesbian sex with Alice, and that her bed was fitted with restraint ropes...
At 29, Ginny had won a Nobel for Economics, completed a PhD and become a lecturer at the London School of Economics, where her nickname was 'the Virgin Queen'. As a result of the Masked Ball, her virginity was a thing of the past. Marrying a very rich man would allow her, if she chose, to give up the lecturing and just write books on Economics. A BBC documentary on her had claimed that she was too busy earning fame in the economic world, and was too self-centered, to have any form of private or social life. Hence, her spinsterhood.
That may have been partially true, but Virginia felt it was simpler than that. Until the Masked Ball and Peter, she had never met anyone who 'lit the blue touch paper' of her emotional and sensual sides. It was simply that simple.
******************************
The restraint ropes had triggered all sorts of possibilities in Ginny's mind. She had tried them out with Alice, who had driven her wild by brushing her restrained naked body with a feather. For her next use of them, she planned to be naked and restrained when Peter entered her bedroom on Friday...
For the longer term, there was giving that BBC reporter her comeuppance, and Peter's fantasy of a threesome. Could the two be combined? In the few days of being alone while Peter was in Dorset, she had realized how much she had changed.
Had she gone from Nun to Sex Addict in one leap? From Saint to Sinner overnight? Who cared. Now she had discovered sex and love in the same place, with the same person, she was going to maximize both.
Ginny may have been dizzily and impetuously in love, but she had not lost her Economist's logical mind. She may have fallen in love and got engaged in one weekend, and she had the big diamond to prove it, but she was not going to hurry into a wedding in the next couple of weeks. She and Peter would take some time to confirm to themselves and each other that everything was real and long term. They would just have a lot of fun and physical satisfaction proving it.
Her experience, lesbian experience, with Alice also taught her another thing. There was emotional, loving sex, where every movement, every moment, was designed to give or receive love. Then there was physical, consensual sex, where every movement was designed to physically please the giver, the receiver, or both. Emotional love was not part of it, purely the level of physical response.
Alice invited Ginny up to her room on the Wednesday evening, and together they watched a lesbian porn movie before getting into bed naked with each other. Ginny decided that lesbian sex was pleasant enough, being gentler and softer, but she did actually prefer the energy and physical possession of hetero sex. She decided she was missing Peter. In other words, she could and did enjoy lesbian sex, but the physicality, the literal physical energy of hetero sex with Peter, underpinned as it was by their emotional response and feelings for each other, was what she enjoy more. She also realized that, despite her professional strength and self-confidence, sexually she tended to the submissive, at least with Peter.
Ginny and Peter spoke every day, if only for a few moments, and he called her Friday afternoon to say he would be in Kew by 5 p.m. At least her living in Kew, when he was coming in from Dorset, meant he didn't have to go all through London on a Friday night.
That afternoon, she had a leisurely bath, washed her hair and shaved her body hair, deciding to keep the small, short landing strip she had created the previous weekend. At 4.40 p.m., she placed a feather on the night table, got the ropes ready, and pulled the covers up so that she was completely covered. Then she inserted her hands through the loops and jerked the slip knots tight. She was there, naked, restrained and covered, until discovered and released.
It seemed like ages before Peter was heard coming in downstairs, although he was in fact a few minutes before 5. She heard Alice tell him that Ginny was in the bedroom. She heard the elevator clink its way up - Peter seemed to love that thing - and then heard him stride into the bedroom.
As she couldn't see him, she couldn't tell if he could see her, although the big bump in the bed should be obvious. She heard his voice - deliberately made manly and lordly - demand "And where is my Lady?"
She moved a little under the covers, and then as submissively as she could, replied "My Lord, I am here."
The covers flew back, and a fully dressed Peter looked down on her restrained naked body. "Now that is a sight for sore eyes for a Lord returning from the battle," he said. "All trussed up and served for my delight. Shall I save you for a leisurely sweet dessert after dinner, or have you now as an apéritif?"
"As my Lord prefers, but if I am to be an apéritif, I could also be a dessert afterwards, as my Lord commands."
"How wise you are, m'Lady."
Standing where he knew she could see him, he slowly stripped, facing her the whole time. He saw her raise her eyebrows when, on removing his briefs, she saw he was already fully erect. He took the feather in his hand and knelt across her such that his scrotum hung down and rested on her pussy between her opened legs.
Gently, really lightly, he dragged the tip of the feather around her nipples, which were now standing up more than Ginny had ever seen. They stood up when she masturbated, but not like this. Tickling her waist directly above each hip also produced quite a reaction, as these were Ginny's most ticklish spots.
Then, he slid down her legs and, opening her outer lips with his left hand, he teased her clit with the tip of the feather. Now she was really rocking and rolling beneath him.
He put down the feather, and as he lowered himself forward on to her, he widened her legs with his feet. His lips were a little way below her breasts, and he started to kiss his way up her body. She bent her knees and lifted her bum a little, and as his lips reached hers, she felt the tip of his cock just penetrate her pussy lips. A hands-free penetration. As he lifted his face, she whispered "Welcome home, my Lord."
She couldn't embrace him, caress him, dig her finger nails in to him, and he was laying on her providing no support for his weight so as to pin her down like a wrestler going for a fall. She was completely vulnerable. She marveled once again how far into her his cock seemed to reach when he impaled her like this. She also marveled at how erotic, exotic, sensual it felt when he started to create the rhythm of thrust and withdrawal inside her body.
Today was Friday, and they had made love on Monday night. But it was still a surprise to her how hungry she was for him, for his love, his wit, his shaft, and in particular, his sperm. She felt the surges working up his shaft and exploding inside her, and then her own explosion and, despite being full with his penis, her juices still managed to squirt out.
They lay there, him on top of her, like two partially deflated balloons, and then she felt him loosen the slip knots, and finally, finally, she could embrace him.
After a long embrace he rolled off her, and then got on his side to look at her. "A welcome home like that sure makes going away worth it." They kissed, and together headed for the shower.
******************************
Alice, as Nanny, had been a lot more than a nanny. She had been the house secretary, accountant, bill payer, chief cook and bottle-washer. As chief cook, she had developed a formidable array of 'plates-des-Maison', as she thought of them. Tonight's dinner was one of them - roasted duck in an orange and lemon sauce that was more citrusy than sweet, served with baby roast potatoes, and asparagus, followed by a lemon meringue pie with mountain-high meringue and fresh whipped cream. A nice Canadian Okanagan Chardonnay, with its citrus hints, was a perfect match.
Peter looked at Alice as they were eating. "We must talk about how we shall, together, run the household, assuming I can get this young lady to complete the deal and marry me. We shall need, quite often, to host dinner parties, and I recognize, Alice, that your culinary skills are more than adequate for the task. But, it is my preference to have you at those parties as a member of the family, and not have to work them as the cook - even the head cook."
"I see," said Alice.
"On the other hand, I can tell by the excellence of your cooking that it is a personal pleasure to do it, and not a chore..."
"Indeed."
"So I would like you to investigate looking into bringing in someone who can do the odd family dinner just for us, plus the formal ones, and have you indulge us with your masterpieces on all the other nights. Does that seem a workable arrangement to you? From my perspective, it's the best of both worlds. When it is just us four, it will be predominantly your cuisine, and for formal functions it will be your menu, supervised by you, but leaving you free to enjoy the party."
"I think, Peter - if I may call you that - such an arrangement would indeed work well. I am happy to do any role you and Ginny 'cook up' for me except one. If you have any children, my days as a baby's nanny are well behind me."