Blanche's scream floated up to them through the open window, the laughter of his lordship's men thin on the night air as they continued their amusement, but Lord Thayer was no longer interested in the fate of the peasant maid.

"I have yet to tell you how proud I was of the way you conducted yourself down the aisle this morn." He said. "You have learned to move within the confines of the belt with elegance and grace. This pleases me."

"My father told me you wanted me to learn self-control. To temper my passions, until I could be with mine husband once more." Xaviera said. "Is this true?"

"Aye. " Thayer answered. "But I would hear from your lips what more you have learned these past six months." The pad of his thumbs stroked the sides of her flat belly, running along the edge of the thick belt.

"I feel. . . . .more aware of my body than I have ever felt before." Xaviera replied. "I've learned self-control, to discipline myself to wait upon my husband's touch, m'lord."

"Regardless of being touched and held by the woman, Blanche?" he asked her, his dark eyes narrowed upon her face.

Below, in the garden, the screams had quieted as hearty male laughter rose on the air and Xaviera wondered briefly what torments the hapless Blanche suffered now.

"It 'twas not as it would seem, m'lord." Xaviera struggled to explain. "Blanche. . . . only sought to comfort me. . . . .when my need grew so great that I found it nigh unbearable."

"And that is the very thing I wanted you to learn to control, my young wife." Lord Thayer patiently explained. "There will be occasions when I will not be with you to offer you release. I may be with one of my mares or gone from Belsoie on one of the 'hunts' for a long period of time. I would expect you to temper your body for me, to learn to wait for my touch and your own sexual release only when I am ready to give it to you and not to the likes of a little chambermaid whose touch is untutored and inadequate. Can you tell me now that you are up to the challenge I offer you, Xaviera?"

Xaviera bowed her head. "Yeah, m'lord. I will not be a disappointment to you."

"You must learn to temper any jealousies within you as well. I vowed to you once that I will give you no cause for envy when I am preoccupied with my mares. You will be mistress of Belsoie, Xaviera, in every way. You own my heart as no woman has ever done."

"I understand, m'lord. I would that you be proud of your new wife."

Lord Thayer smiled down at her bent head. "Look at me, Xaviera." When she had complied, he said, "You are my bride and my delight. You will grace Belsoie with your beauty." He bent his own dark head to kiss each tiny, pink nipple in turn. "There are no finer stables in the king's realm than mine own." Thayer boasted. "And I would that my wife be a part of it. You will partner me in my endeavors. That is why it is important that you put all enviousness aside. Together, there will be nothing that you and I cannot accomplish!"

At last, Xaviera offered him a smile of her own. "I have no other desire than to make you happy, m'lord, especially on our wedding night. I long to be out of the belt and to be a proper wife to you in all ways."

But her hopes were summarily dashed when she saw him sigh, though a smile continued to play about the hard edges of his mouth. "Alas, my love, the belt will not be removed from you this night."

"M'lord?" Xaviera's smile faltered as she looked at him in confusion.

" 'Tis my wish that you continue to wear the belt until I return with you to Belsoie."

"But. . . . .but, why, m'lord? 'Tis our wedding night!" Xaviera exclaimed, her disappointment evident.

"A little more temperance will do you no harm." His tone was arrogant, even as he smiled down into her stricken expression. "And mayhap, this time, you will not need to coax a serving maid to comfort you, my sweet bride. I have every confidence that you have disciplined yourself well. But if not, then I must reconsider and leave you in the belt until I determine otherwise."

Her heart sank at his words. So, he was not going to leave her unpunished after all. This was his reprisal for her small indiscretions with Blanche in the garden. There was to be no consummation of their union this night. If she showed him the slightest resentment or sullenness, or begged tearfully for release, if she did not show her whole-hearted willingness to remain confined in the chastity belt, he would leave her in it indefinitely.

In spite of herself, Xaviera groaned, her body trembling with a need so great she did not know if she could stand it. But Lord Thayer had decreed that she could. . . . .and would. He ignored his bride's obvious discomfort. Drawing her close against him once more, he said, "Now, give your husband a proper kiss, the way it is expected of a bride on her wedding night."

Obediently, Xaviera rose up on tiptoe to press her pliant lips against his hard mouth. He kissed her with all the ardor of a groom for his bride. He forced her lips to open to him, plunging his tongue inside her warm mouth, tasting of her deeply. Xaviera felt the telltale wetness staining the gold mesh protecting her pubis, the uncontrollable throbbing of her clitoris within its shield. Lord Thayer had deliberately aroused her, and now, her agonized moan was lost inside his mouth as his lips claimed hers.

He lifted his head. "Come, m'lady. Undress your husband so that we may retire for the night. I have no intention of leaving my bride on her wedding night."

Three days later, Lord Thayer returned to Belsoie with his retinue of men and his bride, who traveled in her own coach, which he had gifted to her as a wedding present. Blanche, given to Xaviera by her father as her own personal maid, rode in subdued silence on the cushioned seat opposite her mistress.

The party did not tarry long on the journey homeward. Lord Thayer was anxious to show his bride her new home and to be about the business of Belsoie. His long absences during his courtship and subsequent marriage to Xaviera had caused his mares to become a bit fractious and misbehaved. They missed their master and longed for his presence among them.

Upon their arrival, Lord Thayer introduced the new mistress of Belsoie to the castle servants who had lined up at the entrance to greet her. The servants themselves, were curious to meet the young lady who had stolen their master's heart. Xaviera observed straight away that his household revered him, that there was nothing those in his keep would not do for him. They appeared friendly and unintimidating, and willing to accept her as their new mistress. Still, they were strangers and Xaviera was glad that she had insisted on Blanche accompanying her to her new home.

Ascending the wide, marble staircase to the second floor, Damien, Thayer's trusted page, trailing behind, filled his master in on all the happenings at the castle and down at the stables since his lordship had been away. Lord Thayer inquired if their bedchamber had been prepared as he'd ordered before he'd left to attend his wedding. Damien assured him heartily that indeed it had been.

Linking Xaviera's hand into the crook of his arm, Thayer led her down the east wing of the castle to a set of double doors which Damien hastened to open for the couple. Xaviera stepped over the threshold and into a room so exquisite as to take her breath away.

The floor and walls were entirely of marble. The canopied bed, which dominated the room atop its dais, was large enough for a dozen persons to sleep comfortably. The carved bedposts, topped with intricately carved capitals, rose in majestic splendor to the ceiling. On the far side of the room, four sets of double marble columns, connected from floor to ceiling, surrounded an immense sunken marble tub with steps leading down into its depths.

A large fireplace graced the far wall of the bedchamber to keep its occupants warm on cold winter nights, and heavy gilt mirrors, a rare luxury, even for the most aristocratic of homes, were evident everywhere about the room. The fireplace was flanked on either side by two tall mirrors that made the room appear even larger than it was, and multi-squares of reflective glass decorated the entire wall nearest the sunken tub, so that the newly-wedded couple could not help but view themselves as they bathed. Another large mirror was strategically placed on the ceiling above the bed.

The furnishings were just as exquisite as the rest of the room and far finer than anything Xaviera was accustomed to in Lord Malcolm's country manor. The master's chair before the hearth was large and heavy, intricate with carvings of hunting scenes, boasting broad arms that would easily hold a large goblet of wine. A smaller, but equally comfortable chair with plush cushions, sat beside it, ready and waiting for the new mistress. Immense wardrobes stood on either side of the bed. A mirrored vanity was situated against a wall with bottles of perfume, silver-backed hairbrushes and combs, which lay amid other feminine delights to pleasure a young bride's heart. On the floor, beside the vanity, stood a small wooden chest banded in iron. Xaviera was to learn soon enough that, within it, contained a priceless collection of beautiful jewels, which was another of Lord Thayer's wedding presents to his new wife.

A cushioned chaise lounge, supported by heavy claw feet carved from ebony sat near the marble tub. A variety of tables, both large and small, set about the room topped with a pitcher and bowl, or a collection of soft, thick towels, another held a pitcher surrounded by jeweled goblets.

This, then, was the room in which Lord Thayer would bed his bride. But, as he had instructed Damien, he would maintain his own personal quarters in the west wing of the castle to enjoy his mares at his leisure.

At this moment, however, Lord Thayer suggested to Xaviera that she freshen up from their journey. Damien would return shortly to escort her down to the Great Hall, where the two of them would rendezvous for a tour of the rest of the castle, and then, down to the stables and paddocks.

Once the door had closed behind them, Xaviera whirled giddily in the center of the room, before flinging herself upon her back into the depths of the massive bed. She giggled happily, pleased and impressed with her new surroundings. She rolled over onto her side, eyeing Blanche, who was already unpacking Xaviera's belongings and placing her gowns inside one of the huge wardrobes.

"When you've finished, Blanche, you must inquire of Damien where your own room is to be." Xaviera climbed down from the bed and wandered about, examining every nook and cranny of this exquisite room as she continued to address the chambermaid. "Then you may go down the kitchens and find yourself something to eat. Introduce yourself to the other servants. Have it understood that you are my personal maid and I want no other to attend to me within these chambers, unless I request it.

"Yes, m'lady." Blanche turned from her task and curtsied a bit formally.

"I'll have no further need of you tonight. I wish to be alone with my husband. But I expect you all the earlier on the 'morrow to assist me with my toilette."

"Yes, m'lady." Blanche repeated with little enthusiasm for her new duties, continuing with the unpacking.

Xaviera sat herself before the vanity upon the cushioned bench, fingered the handle of a hairbrush, trailed the tips of her fingers over delicate bottles that gleamed in the light. "I shall be happy here." She spoke aloud to her image in the mirror. Her eyes flashed to the image of Blanche closing the heavy door of the wardrobe, took in the maid's sober expression, her downcast eyes. "You will learn to like it here as well, my faithful Blanche." Xaviera promptly informed the wench as if, to her, it were a foregone conclusion. She perused Blanche's somewhat tense features, observed the way she walked toward her with nimble tenderness on the soles of her feet.

A small, cruel smile playing about the edges of her mouth, Xaviera insisted, "Come. You must brush my hair and ready me for the Great Hall. I am anxious to be with my husband and to see the rest of the castle."

Silently, Blanche picked up a hairbrush from the vanity top and began to work the bristles through the soft strands of flaxen hair, her eyes carefully avoiding meeting her mistress's in the reflection of the mirror.

But Xaviera remained unmoved by the maid's air of injured feelings. She gazed at Blanche with hauteur. "You brought it on yourself, you know. You must abide by his lordship's rules. Did I not tell you so that first time? But within his household you will respect Lord Thayer's wishes, as well as my own. Do that and you will fare well here at Belsoie. But I must warn you, dear Blanche. I detest sullen servants. Do not make me dismiss you so soon after our arrival here." She stated with a coldness that belied the sweet, delicate features of her face.

"Yes, mistress." Blanche replied, still without meeting Xaviera's gaze, concentrating on the task at hand as she busied herself with the white-blonde tresses.

Xaviera's eyes narrowed for just an instant on the wench, then said, "Well, you must be tired after the long journey. You may take your leave, Blanche. Send Damien to me, so that he may escort me below stairs."

Blanche dutifully curtsied, replacing the brush on the vanity, then retreated from the room. A moment later, Damien entered. He bowed before Xaviera, who rose, with ladylike decorum, from her seat at his entrance.

"His lordship awaits you in the Great Hall, madam." Damien announced.

"Take me to him." She requested regally, proceeding him out the door.

The rest of the castle was as equally impressive as their private chambers, however, Xaviera was more curious about the famed stables of Belsoie, and was quite anxious to see them, causing Lord Thayer to laugh aloud at her obvious impatience.

The stables were everything she'd heard whispered about and more. The women who were brought here, she was informed, were pampered and given the best of creature comforts as long as they behaved themselves, conducted themselves properly, and took to their training and discipline well. They came from all over the surrounding countryside, encompassing Lord Thayer's numerous properties and the local villages whose inhabitants swore their fealty to him. With the signing of the marriage contract years before, Lord Malcolm's lands had also come under his jurisdiction, Thayer explained.

Xaviera discovered that her husband was very discriminating in the young women he brought here. Not every woman was deemed suitable material for a "mare". From the first moment a female was brought into the stable yard that was the way she was referred to. . . . .as a mare. Some of the wilder ones, who initially rebelled against their capture, were placed in enclosed paddocks with other, more experienced mares, so that they would quickly learn their role in the hierarchy within the fold. The more temperamental mares were given special "treatment" to help calm them down, make them less fretful and anxious about their situation. Still others, took to their new life almost as if they were born to it. Yet, it was also a pleasure to watch each female progress through her own training. Each female, Thayer explained, endured a thorough inspection for any flaws that may lessen their value, as well as her own singularly unique attributes. Training was begun immediately upon a mare's arrival to Belsoie, to help them forget as quickly as possible that other life they'd led outside these gates. When Xaviera questioned if any of them attempted to escape, Lord Thayer replied that those rare few who had tried were always caught and punished, and special treatment applied until they no longer had the desire or inclination to run away a second time.

The mares were not abused or treated harshly, Thayer hastened to explain to Xaviera. The pain they received during their discipline and training was a sexual stimulant that they craved. He forbid any blood to be drawn, and if a mare's delicate skin were unintentionally broken, she was taken well care of until she had healed. The mares were kept sexually stimulated in a variety of ways, all of which Xaviera would eventually discover, on subsequent visits to the stables and paddocks, but they were rarely allowed to achieve full completion of their body's natural urges. It 'spoiled' them, Thayer said, and made them useless.

He went on to explain that Belsoie held special viewings at various times of the year for the nobility, who wished to see for themselves the newest additions to his stock, and perhaps, to purchase a mare or two of his own if they were so inclined. Thayer bought and traded mares among his friends and acquaintances quite frequently. New women were continually being added to his stock. There was no shortage of women available. Some of them, who knew of his famous stables, would often come to the gates offering themselves, but Thayer frowned upon this, rarely adding to his stock that way.

But it was the mating ritual at festival time that was most looked forward to by nobleman and peasant alike. Each year, in mid-summer, a 'mare' was chosen from Belsoie to mate with a 'stallion' from a neighboring lord's estate. It was an occasion of great celebration and festivity. Thayer was looking forward to celebrating Xaviera's first festival with her.

When Xaviera showed curiosity about the stallions, Thayer explained that he kept no stallions on the premises. His interests did not lay in that direction. He was quite fond of his pretty little mares who kept his coffers and his stables quite full enough to please him.

The daily life of a mare, he went on, consisted of grooming, training, discipline, and dressage. Lord Thayer boasted a trusted group of stable hands and trainers to maintain the vast amount of work it took to care for so many females. He would bring Xaviera down to the stable yard one day soon, he promised, so that she could get a first-hand look at their routine. The mares were all provided comfortable, albeit luxurious horse stalls in which they slept and ate. The paddocks were gathering places for the mares, for recreation and to enjoy the company of other females.

Xaviera was enthralled by the naked women she observed as she walked among the holding pens on her husband's arm. It amused her when they preened themselves quite openly at their approach, with no apparent embarrassment or shame at their current predicament. All of the mares had been warned of the new mistress's impending visit, and all were on their best behavior. None dared to address his lordship or to touch him. All were silent, forbidden to speak, except with their bodies, unless commanded to do so by Lord Thayer.

The women who were kept here, Thayer informed Xaviera, had a stay of at least one year, depending on how well they developed under his tutelage. The more recalcitrant and stubborn they proved to be, the longer their stay, which could be up to three years, but never beyond that, at which time, they must be turned out of the gates with a fat purse in their possession. He was a generous master, and would not leave them destitute. The coin he rewarded them with allowed them to return to their farms or villages as was their wont, or they could depart to the farthest horizon to seek a new life for themselves. However, once a mare was set free, she was never allowed to return to Castle Belsoie again, though many had attempted to try. But Lord Thayer's guards kept vigil at the gates with instructions to turn them away.

"And what of your private coterie, m'lord?" Xaviera asked coyly. "Are they not here among these others?"

"So your ears have been keen these many years," Thayer smiled down at her, "and you have heard of my prime bevy of mares? But nay, they are kept separate from the ordinary mares. They are my special stock and I do not allow them to be spoiled by undue viewing, or handling. I do not want them subject to the uncouth behavior some men are wont to display around the mares."

"And will I not be allowed to see them?" Xaviera teased, assuming that, as mistress of Belsoie, she would have access to his private stables.

"Nay." Lord Thayer instantly dashed her hopes. "You are welcome down to the stables and the paddocks at any time, Xaviera, but you will not be allowed to see my private coterie. My men have strict instructions that no one is allowed to see them without my express permission. But it grows quite late." Thayer abruptly changed the subject, turning his bride away from the intrigues of the stables, "And I have a delightful surprise awaiting you upon our return to the castle."

Lord Thayer escorted Xaviera back to their bridal chamber, where, she discovered a low table, surrounded by piles of soft cushions upon the floor, had been set with gold plate, jewel-encrusted goblets, bowls filled with brightly colored fruits, trenchers of breads and yellow cheeses, platters of succulent beef and roast lamb, and tiny, delicious sweetmeats that looked as if they would melt upon the tongue.

Torches sputtered, wavering in their sconces along the walls, making the shadows to waltz gaily about the room. Beyond the table, to Xaviera's astonishment, were two nubile, bare-breasted young women, dressed only in the sheerest of pants snugged low on their hips and fitted tightly about their ankles. Fine, gold chains were fastened across their bellies with a small, shining jewel fitted into their navels, the nipples of their petite breasts capped with gold studs. Both young females were blonde, their forms supple, trembling with eagerness to please. Lord Thayer introduced them as Anneleise and Suzette, and they were here to wait upon their lord's and lady's every desire this eve.

They began the evening's duties by undressing the master and mistress on his lordship's order. Xaviera was unaccustomed to such intimate servitude, but her husband was a man who gave orders and expected them to be obeyed promptly and without question. He fisted his hands on his hips, appropriating an arrogant stance, waiting for them to proceed. Each young sylph stepped forward, smiling, silent, with no hint of shyness, and began to remove their clothing. Xaviera, on the other hand, was embarrassed to appear before the two, still imprisoned within the chastity belt. She glanced at Lord Thayer, but he was concentrating with obvious interest on the little Suzette, whose nimble fingers were already removing the wide leather belt at his waist.

Anneleise, who had assigned herself to Xaviera, approached the young mistress and began to remove the gown she wore, letting it slip from her shoulders. She knelt on the floor to gather up the dress as it slid down her legs, assisting her mistress in stepping out of the folds of the skirt. Anneleise raised her eyes to her ladyship, and Xaviera detected a trace of sympathy in her gaze at sight of the belt which swaddled her hips. She felt the color rise in her cheeks, and with a haughtiness she did not feel at this moment, Xaviera raised her chin, as if daring the mare to show a pity she did not want or desire from someone beneath her station. Anneleise glanced awkwardly at his lordship, who glanced at them both, a smile playing about his chiseled mouth.

"You have never looked lovelier, m'lady." Lord Thayer commented, his eyes nearly black in the torchlight fixed upon the contraption adorning her slender hips. He was almost tempted to leave her in the belt a while longer, his bride looked so slim and lovely encased within it. He could easily relieve himself with the mares, Anneleise and Suzette, while Xaviera watched. But while the thought was intriguing, his desire for Xaviera overrode that temptation, at least for the moment. He took the key he wore from around his neck.

"Hold to the back of the chair, my lovely bride." Thayer indicated the tall, high-backed master's chair before the hearth. "Stretch out your arms as far as you can, but do not let go of the chair."

Xaviera obeyed as the two wide-eyed wenches watched.

"Now, spread your legs wide, and though it 'twill be difficult, I know your body craves to be out of the belt."

She straddled her legs above the floor, assuming a slight squat, because of the constriction of the chastity belt. The tautness of the chain stretched tight across her belly, snugging the little cup against her clitoris. Xaviera felt fully exposed to the mares behind her, and she knew her degradation was complete. Her face burned with the humiliation of it. She felt as if she had been a naughty child who was only now reprieved of her punishment.

Lord Thayer stepped up behind her and grasped the tiny gold lock between his fingers. She heard the scrape of the key in the lock and then, Thayer deftly plucked it from its hook. He motioned the two mares forward. "Remove the belt from her." He ordered.

Kneeling behind and to the side of her, Anneleise and Suzette carefully removed the belt, peeling away the gold mesh from between her buttocks. As the belt loosened, the small chain at her belly went slack, and Anneleise reached around to pry the gold cup from between her nether lips. The belt fell away from her body, and Xaviera was inwardly amazed that she could miss the heavy metal which had cradled her body these many months.

Anneliese and Suzette moved her to an upright position, gently turning her to face Lord Thayer. His eyes raked down her body slowly, savoring the sight of her, naked before him at last. She was even more slender and lovely than he remembered. Her pink nipples swelled and grew taut, nearly glowing against her pale skin, as her body immediately reacted to his intimate perusal. He let his eyes linger on the little clitoris peeking out naughtily between the silken folds of her nether lips, happy to be free of its enforced confinement.

With a quick gesture of his hand, he motioned Suzette to finish undressing him. Afterwards, both mares escorted their master and mistress into the tub where a bath had been prepared for them. Thayer entered the tub first and watched as the mares assisted Xaviera down the marble steps. The water was pleasantly warm and he held out a hand to his

"Come, my love."

She placed her small hand inside of his much larger one, let herself be drawn toward him. Thayer gathered her into his arms, pulling her tight against his side. He ignored the two girls standing above them as he gave Xaviera an open-mouthed kiss, his hands coming up to caress one small breast with possessiveness.

He lifted his head, holding Xaviera's gaze with his own. "Isn't she lovely, ladies?" He asked, not expecting an answer from them. The two giggled in girlish delight at his lordship's obvious display of affection for his young bride. "They've promised us a proper bathing." He murmured against Xaviera's lips. "And afterwards, we shall feast like royalty." He inclined his dark head toward the lavish table, ready and waiting for them in the center of the room, before glancing at Anneleise and Suzette. "Quickly!" He ordered good-naturedly. "Bathe us! We starve!"

The two mares made short work of peeling out of their sheer pants, kicking them away across the polished, marble floor, then joined the couple in the depths of the tub.

Xaviera gazed at them, fascinated, noticing for the first time, the little silver bells dangling between their thighs. Taking up the soft-scented soap, they lathered their hands thickly and began to bathe both his lordship and his lady. Anneleise's hands were supple and stimulating on her body, particularly her breasts. Lord Thayer nuzzled her throat as the mare concentrated upon her task, and in the meantime, Suzette moved next to her master, lathering his broad chest, her nipples lightly brushing against him. Thayer's cock rose hard and erect, bobbing in the water between his legs, nudging insistently against Xaviera. He caught his bride's longing gaze upon him and he smiled.

"These two," he nodded toward Suzette and her companion, "have clever, skillful fingers that require a man's fortitude. Take care, ladies." Thayer warned light-heartedly, "my young bride is still very fragile. See that you treat her with delicacy. I'll have your hides otherwise."

Xaviera gauged Anneleise's features at her master's posed threat, but she continued to gently apply her ministrations to Xaviera's breasts, undisturbed by his lordship's words.

Xaviera relaxed in the warm water, nestling into Lord Thayer's arms. She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle lap of the water at her hips, the mare's supple hands moving over her, always coming back to her breasts, lifting them, squeezing ever so tenderly, teasing the tiny nipples with her fingertips. Xaviera sighed with pleasure as those clever hands trailed down her flat belly, caressing the slight swell of her hips, sneaking coyly between her legs beneath the water. She knew she should tell the wicked thing to stop, but it was much too hard to open her eyes, too difficult to form the words, too easy to enjoy the delicious sensations those cunning fingers were creating within her.

There was movement behind her, a gentle shifting of bodies, but Xaviera was too lazy to take heed. Anneleise parted her thighs and Xaviera felt the warm water lapping at her cunt. Thayer's strong fingers encircled her waist as Anneleise sought and found the sensitive little nubbin of her clitoris. Her hips arched toward the girl as the tiny nub swelled and ached with a need it had long been denied. At the same moment, Lord Thayer entered her from behind, the thickness and length of his penis making her gasp aloud as he sheathed himself within her. Xaviera felt herself go weightless in the water as he rode her, his hard thrusts lifting her slightly, in and out of the water.

Anneleise had drawn very close to her now, the pointed tips of her breasts kissing her own pebbled nipples, her soft lips pressing against Xaviera's own, as her fingers continued their wicked ministrations between her parted thighs.

Xaviera's tongue met and mated with Anneleise's as she reveled in the powerful thrusts of her husband's cock. Suzette tended to his lordship, entwining her legs around his muscular thighs, her sex caressing his buttocks, even as he thrust into the body of his bride. But he was not immune to the little vixen. Suzette's tits were high and proud, her supple hands clever, teasing his arousal to greater heights, assisting him with each strong stroke. He turned his head to the side, swiftly capturing the mare's ripe lips, kissing her hard, his tongue plundering her mouth.

Anneleise released Xaviera's lips, lowering her head to kiss and suckle at the hardened nipples which throbbed now with need. Xaviera felt her body trapped between that of Anneleise and the hard cock of her husband. And then with a suddenness that shocked her, her orgasm burst from her. She cried out as wave after wave of warm liquid pleasure flowed from her. Her body went lax and she barely comprehended when Thayer ordered Anneleise on a harsh breath, "Do not withdraw from her. I want her to come again." With his hips still rocking against hers, he rasped into Xaviera's ear, "You have been many months in the chastity belt, little one. Your body begs for release." He thrust into her deeply. "Give it to me, Xaviera! Give me your release! Let me hear it! Let me feel it!" He demanded.

The sensitive clitoris throbbed painfully beneath the mare's lingering fingertips. Xaviera moaned in semi-protest, uncertain she could give his lordship what he wanted of her.

"M'lord," She begged weakly, turning her head into the crook of his shoulder, "I cannot! Forgive me, but I do not think I am strong enough to do it a second time."

But Lord Thayer remained adamant. "Yes, my own, you can." He arrogantly dismissed her reluctance. "Your body demands it of you. . . . .as does your husband."

With his cock stroking in and out of her, he motioned over her head to Anneleise to continue, and the mare manipulated the rock hard clitoris relentlessly. Smiling, Suzette watched over Lord Thayer's shoulder, tenderly cupping the large scrotum of her master in the palm of her hand.

Xaviera's very limbs trembled with the intensity that began to build deep within her once more, her body held fast by the male cock impaling her, her own womanhood throbbing heavily between her thighs as Anneleise obeyed her master, working the young mistress, until Xaviera abruptly came again, the orgasm strong, nearly wrenching from her body. Crying out her pleasure over and over, Xaviera's muscles tensed, her body straining against the cock that rode her, the fingers that massaged her. Her screams reverberated off the marble walls of the bedchamber and the two mares released a sigh of deep pleasure laced with envy at their mistress's accorded pleasure.

Thayer felt her orgasm clench around him and his thrusts came harder, faster. As Anneleise comforted her quivering, sobbing mistress with soft lips and hands, Suzette once more offered her lips to his lordship, who kissed her back passionately, hungrily, reveling in the feel of her hands stroking him until his climax rolled violently up and out of him, spilling himself into the pliant body of his bride. Xaviera cried out again as the force of his orgasm thrust his cock deeply, satisfyingly into her.

Afterwards, Anneleise and Suzette assisted the master and his lady out of the tub, patting their damp bodies dry with soft, thick towels. Lord Thayer requested his black silk robe which he belted loosely at his waist, but Xaviera, he insisted, should remain unclothed as they reclined on the plush cushions around the low table ladened with a lavish supper.

As Anneleise and Suzette plied the couple with food and drink, Xaviera felt relaxed after their "bathing" and now, replete and satiated with the food that was fed to her and the wine which flowed in her veins, she no longer felt shy or bashful before the two mares, though they were far more well-endowed than she. The mares' ardent attentions combined to make her body feel supple and uninhibited. She reclined on the cushions near Lord Thayer, one leg bent at the knee, resting the upper half of her body on her elbows in decadent fashion, allowing Anneleise to feed her bits of fruit, offer her sips of an excellent wine from a jeweled goblet.

The wine warming her belly, was starting to go to her head. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Suzette, on her knees before Lord Thayer, tipped his wine goblet, spilling the sweet red liquid over her ample breasts, then offering them for him to suckle upon. Fascinated, Xaviera watched as Thayer bent his dark head, his tongue lapping at the wine, his mouth closing upon a tempting nipple which thrust itself at his lips. Suzette giggled and Lord Thayer, feeling the effects of the wine himself, tumbled the mare onto the cushions, nipping and sucking heartily at the ample globes. Grabbing another goblet off the table, he splashed more wine over her breasts, down her belly, letting it trickle between her legs. Using his tongue, he followed the wet trail down the length of her body.

Xaviera's own body reacted to the sight with uninhibited desire, her heart pounding hard within her breast, her nipples aching to be suckled, the moistness of her arousal making itself felt between her thighs. Lord Thayer's greedy tongue traced over Suzette's belly and between her legs, lapping up the wine. Suzette let out a small moan, raising her hips, seeking her master's tongue within her, but Lord Thayer lifted his head, laughing deep in his throat, then good-naturedly smacked the flat of his hand against her backside. He sat up abruptly, motioning to Anneleise. "The phallus, Anneleise. Now."