Chapter One

 

"There's been a complaint," said Rachel.

"From whom? About what?" Hannah asked.

"Flora went to service a Mrs Beasley, on the other side of town. She is a married woman of between forty and fifty. Perhaps slightly overweight, but attractive." (Rachel was rail-thin; a trifle too much, Hannah thought. She would have to speak to her.) "When she got there she found that the entire session was to be watched and filmed by Mrs Beasley's husband, though he was not to participate."

"So?" said Hannah. "Is that so unusual?"

"Flora made a fuss. She said she had never shown her naked body to any man and she wasn't going to now. She stormed out. Eventually, Mrs Beasley said, she got another girl. From Miss Varney," Rachel added pointedly.

"When did this happen?" Hannah demanded.

"Yesterday afternoon."

"And we have only just found out about it?"

"Flora said nothing, and Mrs Beasley only reported the matter an hour ago."

"I see," said Hannah. This was serious. If they did not take action, the reputation of the entire enterprise would be damaged. Clients didn't like it if a girl tried to lay down what they would and wouldn't do after a session had begun. They expected that, having paid their money and agreed terms, they would have a free hand. And Miss Hannah didn't like it if they lost business to a rival organisation.

"Find Flora and bring her to me," Hannah said. Taking one look at the stern look on her face, Rachel hurried to comply. An hour later she had located the girl and brought her. She now stood in front of where Hannah sat at her desk, glasses on the end of her nose, as she went through some accounts. Flora was being made to wait, as a small indication of Miss Hannah's displeasure.

Finally Miss Hannah looked up. She said nothing, but got up from her chair and came round in front of Flora. The girl was dressed as Miss Hannah liked her girls to be dressed: white blouse, hair in a braid, short, pleated navy-blue skirt with white socks up to her knees, and flat shoes. Hannah on the other hand wore a silk blouse tucked into a tight black skirt that showed much of her elegant legs and the stockings that covered them. Her heels were high.

"You have damaged my reputation," she said to Flora. "That is a very serious matter."

"I don't like men," Flora began.

Hannah held up her hand. "Silence," she snapped. "Do you suppose for one minute that it matters to me what you like and don't like?"

Flora head dropped. "No, Miss Hannah," she muttered.

"What are you?" Hannah demanded.

"I am a cunt, Miss Hannah," the girl said.

"And what is a cunt?"

"A cunt is a creature of no consequence, the mere plaything of powerful pussies."

"Do cunts have desires of their own?" Hannah snapped.

"No, Miss Hannah," Flora said. "Only a desire to please those to whom they are subject.

"When you went to visit Mrs Beasley, what was your purpose?"

"To provide her with whatever services she required, Miss Hannah."

"And what did she require?"

"She wanted to beat me and then fuck me with her strap-on while her husband watched, Miss Hannah."

"Did the husband offer to take part?"

"No, Miss Hannah, but he was looking at me -"

"Just answer the question."

"Yes, Miss Hannah."

"Was it mentioned when the appointment was made that he would be a spectator?"

"She did mention something about an observer, but she didn't say it would be a man."

"What is so disturbing to you about having a man watch?"

"I only like girls, Miss Hannah, and I want only girls to like me."

"I accept that you don't like men. As you know, our girls are never hired out to men. But having a male voyeur, I can't see that's so bad. After all, he probably wanted to take part, and forbidding this is Mrs Beasley's way of asserting her control. Isn't that good?"

"It's good that she controls him? I don't want to think about anything to do with men at all, Miss Hannah."

"You are altogether too picky, Flora. Too rigid in the conditions you set. If you are to get plenty of appointments you need to be more flexible. It galls me to think that Mrs Beasley found a girl from a rival operation. You have cost us money."

Flora hung her head. "I am sorry, Miss Hannah."

"In future if there are any more problems like this, you will be expelled from the Circle. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Flora said miserably.

"And I shall consult with my assistant, Miss Rachel, on a suitable act of penance."

"Yes, Miss Hannah."

Miss Hannah dismissed her. She wanted time to think. She sympathised with the girl's unwillingness to have men involved sexually in any way. But there was a principle involved. Once Mrs Beasley had made the appointment and mentioned that there might be an observer, if Flora was so fussy about it not being a man she ought to have mentioned it.

Hannah didn't like her clients to be disappointed or inconvenienced. It was bad for the reputation of the organisation. And she was very strong on principles. She could not let her girls take things into their own hands in this way. Hannah sighed. When Miss Judith had given her the job of running the organisation, she had little idea of how much work was involved. It seemed as though every day there was some new crisis. Admittedly most of them were minor, and easily resolved; nevertheless, it all took time. On the other hand, Hannah had come to realise just how much she enjoyed exercising authority. And then there were the girls. Those selected for training were a mixed bunch; the Circle needed a widely varied collection of girls to meet all tastes: tall girls, short girls; skinny girls and well-rounded ones; blondes and brunettes, girls who liked to be fucked and girls who liked to fuck, and so on. And once they had been selected for training, Hannah had plenty of opportunities to test out their sexual prowess. Flora was a pretty little thing. But right now Hannah had to be firm. Flora was ordered back the next day.

"I've made a decision. If you have limits, you articulate them in advance. You don't spoil a client's pleasure by causing disruptions during a session. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Flora said. She was contrite, that was clear. If she had shown any truculence, the punishment would have been severe. Perhaps Flora would have been suspended. As it was, Hannah resolved to be lenient, though not too much so,

"Bent over and lift your skirt," Hannah said.

Flora immediately complied. Hannah pulled the girl's white cotton knickers down to her knees. She went over to where she kept her cane, just above the mantelpiece. She came back, swishing it from side to side.

"Six," she said. "Hard ones."

Hannah landed the cane right across the centre of Flora's unblemished bottom. At once there was a red mark. Flora clenched her buttocks and lifted her feet, one at a time.

"Keep still," Hannah ordered. The cane swished again. The second stroke fell in almost an identical spot. Hannah prided herself on the precision of her aim, achieved with much practice. The third and fourth strokes fell close together. Flora was breathing hard, trying to remember what she had been taught: relax, breathe slowly and deeply. Don't fight the pain; go under it.

The fifth stroke was aimed at the tender spot just where the buttocks met the top of the thighs. Flora cried out. "Silence," snapped Hannah. The last stroke was harder, landing with a loud crack across the middle of her bottom. Flora stumbled and began to cry.

"No snivelling," Hannah said. "It's all over. Now listen. You will make another appointment with Mrs Beasley, with no extra charge. If Mrs Beasley wishes her husband to watch, he may do so, though he may not touch you. And if there is the least argument, you will be expelled from the Circle. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Flora said through her tears. "Thank you."

Hannah gave her a little kiss on the forehead. "You're a good girl, Flora. You must just grow up a little and not panic about men. They are inferior beings, and no concern of ours."

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Flora said.

 

Chapter Two

 

Julia had reported to Miss Hannah for her weekly interrogation on masturbation. Some girls were apt to over-indulge, taking the edge off their appetites, and needed to be closely monitored. "How many times?" Miss Hannah said, looking at the book in which she recorded the sexual activities of her girls.

"Two, Miss Hannah," Julia said. "But I only kept it down by a superhuman effort. I've been so horny, Miss Hannah, I couldn't think of anything else."

"You must continue to control it," Miss Hannah said sternly.

"But it's hard. I feel this buzzing in my cunt all day."

Miss Hannah smiled. "Perhaps it's bees," she said.

"No, seriously, Miss Hannah," Julia cried. "I don't know if I can help myself."

"You must," said Miss Hannah. "You know that I wish my girls to be in a continual state of arousal, not to dissipate their desire in self-abuse. You have an appointment this week and I want you ready."

"Yes, but that's not till Friday. How can I control it till then?"

"Perhaps you need discipline," said Miss Hannah ominously.

Julia knew only too well what that meant. She could feel the goose pimples rising on her bottom already. She didn't want it; Miss Hannah was notoriously strict with her cane. She didn't want it; but perhaps she needed it.

"Go to the gym," said Miss Hannah. "Then take a cold shower. Come back and see me tomorrow."

Hannah tried always to practice what she preached. She was sparing in the orgasms she allowed herself, even though she had plenty of opportunity for sexual play with the girls she was training. When she had first taken on her responsibilities, she wondered if it was right for her to use these young girls for her pleasure. Was she not just exploiting them, indulging herself at their expense? She discussed it with Rachel.

"They look up to me, these girls. I want them to. I want them to believe in me, believe in what we do. But how can they do that if they feel they are being taken advantage of?"

"But do they?" countered Rachel. "It's my observation that the girls are proud to have sex with you. They regard it as a privilege. They feel they learn from you, both in technique and in how to conduct themselves as the servants of prestigious pussies. They are happy to be of service both to you and to the clients."

"I hope you're right," Hannah said. "But I think I need to be vigilant about my motives in order not to deceive myself."

She decided she would try not to take more than two orgasms a week, and to have sex with no more than one of the girls every week. Of course limiting herself in this way only served to increase the prestige of sharing her bed, since Rachel was right; most of the girls were eager for the experience, not just once but often.

"Rachel," she said, "if ever you see me over-indulging with any particular girl, warn me about it. I cannot afford to have favourites, or permit myself to fall for the charms of one above the others."

"I will," said Rachel. "But I think you are hard on yourself at times."

Rachel was well aware that Hannah expected her deputy to follow the same principles in her involvement sexually with any of the girls. Sometimes it was hard; the girls were pretty and there was a general air of frankness about sex, hardly surprising in view of the activities they followed. And the girls themselves were often only too ready to hop into bed with either Hannah or Rachel, hopeful that they might win special privileges, or merely gain prestige.

Julia came back to see her the next day. "Have you done it since I last saw you?" Miss Hannah asked her.

Judith looked down at the ground. "I went for a run with a couple of the girls, hoping to work off some of my appetite. But when we got back we all took a shower together, and the other two started fooling around, touching, kissing, and I became so aroused I just could not help myself, especially when one of the girls put her hand between my legs. I came almost at once, Miss Hannah."

"I am disappointed in you, Julia," Miss Hannah said. "Perhaps you need a lesson in self-denial."

"What kind of a lesson?" Julia asked, fearful.

"Take off your clothes," Miss Hannah said.

"What, all of them?"

"Of course all of them. Quickly."

Miss Hannah had Julia lie on the sofa on her back. She sat beside her and put her hand on Julia's belly. It was smooth, soft, contoured as it dipped towards her mound. Hannah slid her hand downwards.

"Open your legs," she said.

Julia obediently parted her thighs. Hannah's hand continued on down, stroking over the freshly shaved mound, then on down to the lips of the cunt, gently tugging on them, prising them open. Hannah put her finger into Julia's cunt. The girl sighed and moved slightly.

"Shh," said Hannah. "If you make any response, any response at all, I shall stop."

Julia closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Hannah began to slide her finger in and out of her cunt. She ran it up and down the little pink lips, then pushed it back inside. Hannah found the clit, already slightly swollen. Julia gripped a cushion, breathing hard. Hannah began to caress the little nub, coaxing it into life, feeling it get bigger and bigger. Julia began to tremble as her orgasm got near. Hannah passed the tip of her finger slowly over the top of Julia's clit. Her breathing was tense. Hannah could feel the orgasm was very, very close. Then she took her hand away.

Julia sighed with disappointment. "I wasn't moving, Miss Hannah, really I wasn't."

"I think you've had your ration of pleasure for this week," Miss Hannah said. Julia whimpered with frustration.

Miss Hannah put her finger back on Julia's clit and began to stroke. "You must learn control and restraint," she said. "Little girls who are dedicated to the service of superior pussy deny their own desires and think only of the desires of others." She took her finger away.

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Julia said with a sigh of resignation.

"You have an appointment at the end of this week," Miss Hannah said. "Show me how you plan to pleasure the pussy you are assigned, without regard to your own needs."

"Yes, Miss Hannah," Julia said. Without further instruction, she slid down onto the carpet and pushed up Miss Hannah's skirt. Slowly she slid down Miss Hannah's black silk knickers and buried her face between her legs. Miss Hannah parted her thighs wider and pushed the girl's head down, holding it firmly in place as her tongue worked Miss Hannah's pussy and sought her clit. When she found it, she sucked it carefully into her mouth, then licked it across with her tongue. Miss Hannah purred with pleasure. "Good girl," she said.

Miss Hannah lay sprawled on the sofa after Julia had completed her task. "Remember," she said. "No more than twice a week. If I discover you are exceeding the limit, you will be locked into a chastity belt."

Julia didn't care for the idea, a band of cold steel next to her cunt. Surely it must be uncomfortable. If she couldn't stay within the limit, she would have to be very careful indeed not to be found out.