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slave.
    What Stephanie
had discovered for herself, on her sexual odyssey, was that she
seemed to have an infinite capacity for sex, for excitement, for
fantasy, for extending the boundaries of her own - and other
people's - sexual awareness. She had, it appeared, an instinct, a
sixth sense when it came to other people's sexuality; an ability to
read their deepest sexual desires and, with the facilities of the
castle, fulfil them. But at the same time, at precisely the same
time she had also discovered that her own sexual feelings could be
roused to fever pitch by impulses she had no idea she possessed, by
the impulse to dominate, to have power, to command obedience and
punish defiance.
    In the last
six months Stephanie's life had been transformed. Here at the
castle she lived in complete luxury, her life spent in catering for
Devlin's needs and the needs of the guests who were flown to the
castle, customers and business associates like the Baron, their
access to the castle an inducement to continue a productive
relationship with Devlin's companies. But best of all, better than
all the luxury and wealth and the incredible beauty of the lake and
the island, was that in satisfying Devlin and others like the
Baron, she was above all satisfying herself. The orgasm she had
experienced tonight, so sharp, intense and long, was all part of
that, all part of knowing and controlling, of being at the centre.
Knowing the Baron was watching had brought her off but it was the
idea that she had constructed and orchestrated the spectacle that
was really at the root of her sexual enjoyment.
    The thought of
the Baron reminded her that the plan for the evening was not yet
complete. 'Is Molly ready?' she asked James.
    'Yes mistress,
she's waiting outside in the corridor.'
    'Well, you'd
better get her to come in.'
    'Do you want
me to stay, mistress?'
    'No James,
just tell Molly to come in and then go back to the cellars.' James
was still lying on the bed. 'Now,' Stephanie prompted with a snap
in her voice.
    James immediately scuttled to the door. Stephanie smiled to
herself. She had thought of presenting the Baron with a threesome,
having Molly lick at James's balls while he was fucking his
mistress, but she thought the Baron would appreciate more intimacy.
He had seen orgies of sex over the weekend. Now she wanted him to
watch her. That was the point. She wanted him to be excited
by her body, her reaction, her sex. And that, in turn
of course, would excite her.
    A small,
petite blonde, her hair cut in a short bob, her eyes a radiant
blue, came through the bedroom door. Though not tall she was
perfectly proportioned except for her big, full breasts that
threatened to burst the confines of the white lacy underwired bra
she wore. Her legs were sheathed in very white holdup stockings,
their welts, fashioned in thick bands of white lace, reaching so
far up her thigh they almost touched the crotch of her panties.
These were white and cut very high on the hip, so high in fact that
the strip of material between her legs was not wide enough to cover
all the flesh between her legs and managed only to conceal the
central slit of her labia. Thin, wispy pubic hair was exposed at
each side.
    'Well, Molly,'
Stephanie said. 'You know what you are going to do, don't you?'
    'Yes,
mistress,' Molly replied.
    'Do it
then.'
    At once Molly
knelt by the foot of the bed, the metal tag bearing her name
bouncing on top of her deep cleavage.
    Stephanie
liked Molly. Molly had a fleshy, soft mouth and a long, probing
tongue. She had used Molly before. A thrill of pleasure made
Stephanie shudder unexpectedly. She scrambled down the bed and
hooked her black-stockinged legs over Molly's shoulders and around
her back, the heels of the black shoes digging cruelly into her
back. Molly's mouth was inches from Stephanie's wet labia.
    'Lick it,
Molly... Lick the spunk out of me.' The words thrilled Stephanie
because she knew the Baron could hear them. She dug her heels into
Molly's