[Author's Note: The story of Etienne (Etiennette) and Monique is about two, lesbian, conjoined sisters who share genitalia. It contains BDSM, incest and a small amount of toilet play. All activities are fictitious and any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental...but if you happen to know any conjoined, albino, lesbian twins I could do with some help on the research ;)]
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Chapter 8: The dame, the domme, two sisters and their lover
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The car moved fluidly up the winding drive toward the house, the large surface area of the Citreon's tyres ground the gravel hard, a sound that felt unusually reassuring.
Huge elm trees, rowan trees, laburnum and oak lined the drive, very British. Monique remembered a fact from her school days, about hedge dating and surmised that this house had likely been here for some three to four hundred years. In fact it was present long before the French revolution, possibly as far back as the late medieval period.
The tyres continued to crackle across the gravel of the drive as the girls drew to a stop at the foot of steps leading up to the old house. Dutifully Veronique tooted the horn thrice then twice as instructed. There was a few seconds delay before the large double doors opened.
Two buff, semi-naked men stepped through the large dark oak doors carrying something on their shoulders. It was overly dramatic, pure theatrics, but executed with practised precision as two more buff slaves stepped into the open. Between the four they carried a sedan chair draped in a rich red material, on it a wrinkled old madame wearing far too much makeup becomame visible as the sedan chair tilted forward when the muscular slaves began their descent of the steps. Monique stifled a chuckle.
The old madame was dressed in a satin ball gown gathered in sharp pleats on her shoulder and at her waist. A dress-brooch glinted in the afternoon sun, dappling the floor at the base of the steps. Her almost white hair was lifted to a large bun on her crown.
"Shh sis' pay her some respect. She's forgotten more about bondage than you'll ever learn. Besides, if she takes offence and wants to spank you, I won't stop her even if it hurts me too."
"Okay little pet, get us out of the car and when you face the madame keep your head bowed, do not look her in the eye."
"Oui, oui Mistress." Veronique said with a slightly nervous quaver in her voice.
Veronique leapt from her seat and around to Monique's door. She opened it and held out her hand for the sisters to pull themselves out by. With a slight shuffle the sisters climbed out of the car and into view just as Madame Ricqot and her entourage reached the base of the steps.
"Good afternoon young ladies," Madame Ricqot stated with a crackling, elderly voice. Her accent was English and very well spoken.
"My my, what exquisite creatures you are, so exotic, delightful." The old madam said, raising a pair of worn opera glasses to her eyes. She scanned the sisters up and down.
"You must be the young miss Etiennette, Katharine has told me a great deal about you."
Etienne and Monique blushed slightly, seldom did they receive such a compliment on first introductions and never with such a theatrical flourish.
The old madame took note of the leash Monique held, and the route it took to Veronique's collar. All the while Veronique glared at the floor, but the bulge of the nearest slave remained just in her field of vision. She glanced away, she was struck by how much the sight of it repulsed her. The revulsive thought surprised her and for the first time she realised that she was genuinely in love.
"Madame, please permit me to introduce my sister, Monique."
Monique took her cue and bowed slightly, Etienne compensated for the shift in their centre of gravity by leaning away.
"My pleasure mistress Ricqot." Monique responded. To this Etienne was shocked and a little embarrassed.
"She's not our mis..." Etienne began to whisper to her sister through clenched teeth, but was interrupted by the madame.
"Oh-ho-ho! Little madame, I am not your mistress. If I were, you'd surely know it, oh what a beautiful plaything you'd make." The madame instructed her bearers to turn and return to the house.
"My daughter is in the study, I'll take my leave. Mina will be with you shortly to assist with getting your things up to your room. I shall see you at dinner?"
"Yes madame, we shall look forward to seeing you again." Etienne replied. She gave her sister a stern look to which Monique replied with a shrug. Veronique was nonplussed but said nothing.
Shortly after the old lady had retired back into the mansion, a tall, slender young lady appeared. She was statuesque. Her hair was cropped into a tight, asymmetrical black bob. Her face was chiseled and finely featured, with a demure but stern expression. She wore bright red lipstick and deep, dark eye make-up. Her clothes were unusual, a kind of business suit but with evocative styling. Instead of a shirt or blouse, there was just a collar and tie that plunged between her small breasts, her waistcoat beneath the jacket had a cup to them, lifting what little breasts she had into a moulded cleavage. Her pencil skirt had a slit up the front to just below her crotch. As she walked down the steps toward the trio there was the faintest metallic flash of a chastity belt beneath.
"Bonne journée madames et petite soeur, je suis maîtresse Katherine l'esclave. Je suis ici pour votre lit. Maîtresse vous attendra dans l'étude une fois que vous avez comble de votre voyage." The girl said fluidly, her voice was soft and serene in contrast to her appearance.
["Good day madames and little sister, I am Mistress Katherine's slave. I am here to bed you in. Mistress will await you in the study once you have freshened up from your journey."]
"Bon. Merci, s'il vous plaît aider notre animal de compagnie avec les sacs." Etienne replied, directing the girl toward the back of the car.
[Translation:"Thank you very much, please assist our pet with the bags."]
Veronique was already making her way toward the boot of the car, her hobbled walk was getting Monique excited.
Veronique raised the boot and pulled the bags and knapsack onto the gravel. She passed the knapsack to Mina not wishing to give her the bulk of the chore. She then lifted the two suitcases and Monique's briefcase gesturing for Mina to lead on, all the while Monique held on to her leash.
Mina bowed briefly and held out her arm pointing toward the hallway. Mina took the lead with Monique tugging Veronique along behind. Veronique struggled to keep up, the bags were heavy and carrying them as well as having to walk in such a restrictive skirt kept her off-balance.
Once in the hall all of the visitors were pleasantly surprised by the décor. It was not a harsh, imposing and dark dungeon-esque experience they had expected it to be. The staircase swooped down much like those at the sisters' house only it was fashioned exquisitely from dark wood. The walls, however were a creamy off-white wallpaper with tasteful sandy yellow filigree and a warm coffee brown below dado level.
