Manon and Belle, a love story, part 2
Belle was walking along behind her mistress humming happily to herself. Her tea at the Ritz had been lovely, after what had been a very successful afternoon. Mostly though she was happy because her mistress had suggested that she was going to fuck Belle when they got home, or possibly even let Belle fuck her, which would be a very special treat. Then there was the fact that by her count Belle was owed at least three punishments, so all in all she was hoping for a very nice finish to her day.
Her mistress, Lady Manon, walking slightly in front of her Belle, was also smiling to herself. Her plan to exact revenge on her step brother for trying to kill her had gone very well, even though sadly it had gone a little off script, as by now her brother and his three friends would all be dead, or about to die.
She really had only intended to humiliate the idiot, albeit extremely. She had calculated that were he to be murdered, she would almost certainly become the chief suspect very quickly, as her feud with her half brother would have been uncovered. No plan, however devilishly cunning, she thought to herself, could be guaranteed to work.
Just to make things worse, on leaving her brother's house, she had walked straight into an acquaintance, and even the dimmest of detectives would be able to follow that trail to her after a little while.
Still, listening to her slave, lover and friend humming happily behind her, cheered her up, and although Lady Manon already had decided on her next course of action, which would be tedious and upsetting, she was resolved that for the rest of this afternoon and evening she would not let that concern her. She'd deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow.
Arriving home, a very large house on the strand, built around three sides of it's own courtyard, she led Belle into the wing which she regarded as her home, as it was self contained and very few of the otherwise numerous staff of servants were allowed into it, so it was very private. Which given what happened in there was no coincidence.
Lady Manon was met in the hallway by her butler, Mr Dillon. Dillon had been her family's butler for a very long time, or at least that's what he thought. He was actually only 30, and had been in service to Lady Manon for only 3 years, but she had done so much work on him, the he not only believed he was over 60, but he looked and behaved like it to. He was very loyal and discreet, courtesy of those same treatments and was in charge of the private household.
"Good Afternoon Madam," Dillon said, taking Lady Manon's coat as she shucked it off.. "Dillon." She acknowledged, "Anything to report?" Looking particularly lugubrious, as even when very happy Mr Dillon's face looked like nothing so much as a rather depressed bloodhound, "I am sorry to say there is madam."
Manon was walking upstairs, trailed first by Dillon with Belle bringing up the rear. "I'm afraid Vera got out again madam. I was attending to my duties elsewhere, and so by the time I found her, she had I'm afraid found young Lucy, the new junior housemaid." Lady Manon smiled, Lucy had entered her household only a month ago, on leaving her orphanage at the age of 18. Since then Manon had been enjoying herself by very slowly corrupting the lovely little Lucy, by feeding her small doses of drugs that were gradually altering her behaviour.
Manon and Beth had been greatly enjoying the virgin's confusion, as she found herself increasingly prone to lewd behaviour, despite how upsetting she found it.
"I see, what happened?" "Lucy was cleaning your private bathroom madam, when it seems Vera found her. By the time I found them, Vera had clearly had Lucy at her mercy for quite some time. Lucy had the handle of your hairbrush in her bottom madam, and Vera was riding her face while attempting to get her fist into Lucy's cunt madam, it was quite a sight."
"Oh dear." "Indeed madam. As instructed on how to deal with an emergency, I dosed Vera with the no 3 green you left, making her compliant, but I was of the opinion that Lucy was beyond saving, so I dosed her as well with the no 2 yellow you had also left for emergencies. I have locked both them together in the playroom by your laboratory. They have been keeping each other entertained for sometime now."
"Very good Dillon, you did well. It's a shame, but were you able to save the hairbrush?" "I am sorry to say no madam, extracting it from Lucy proved too difficult, so I had to leave it where it was, though I noticed when I checked them both half an hour ago, it now seems to be lodged in Vera's arse. I've put the spare from your travelling trunk out for you, and have ordered a replacement from Trumper's on Jermyn St."
Entering her first floor sitting room, Manon turned to face Dillon who had stopped in the doorway, "Very good Dillon, thank you. I will send Belle to see to Vera and Lucy shortly," and bowing Dillon left, closing the door behind him.
"Undress girl, and then run my bath. You may join me in it, I am very pleased with you today," Manon said, making Belle squeal happily. Smiling as her slave ran into the bedroom, Manon stretched out, thinking about what she was in the mood for, after her bath. Despite her best efforts to ignore the issue for now, Manon found herself thinking about tomorrow anyway, and so with a sigh, she decided that she might as well give Belle a rather different treat from her usual reward, and put her plan in motion this evening.
First though, some straightforward bath sex and a spot of facing sitting should help jolly her on, and then she'd break the news to Belle and Dillon. Almost an hour later, Lady Manon was leaning back in the bath, resting on Belle, who had her arms wrapped around her mistress.
Belle had been a real trooper, as Manon had bent her over the bath, and fucked her not once, but twice with the strap on that was kept in the bathroom. The first time, fucking her cunt, Manon had been fascinated to watch Belle struggling, as since the bath was full, when ever Belle relaxed, her head and shoulders had gone underwater. She only pushed herself back up with her hands to breathe when she had to, and had wriggled about underwater in the most stimulating manner.