kitchen and told Sophie to hurry and take coffee to Nicola. A part of Cassandra wanted Sophie to be too late, so that she could report this act of defiance to the baron, but another part of her realised that the girl was only half-awake and scarcely conscious of what she was doing.
Luckily for Nicola, although Sophie took quite a long time, she herself came to her senses just as her fingers began to edge up her soft thighs. She suddenly remembered the baron's words and quickly withdrew her hand. She couldn't imagine how he would know if she disobeyed him, but at this early stage she didn't dare take the chance of risking his disapproval.
No sooner had she drunk the coffee that Sophie brought her than she heard a light tap on the door. 'Come in,' she called hesitantly, wondering if it was the baron back to explore her body once more.
Cassandra entered, and noticed the hint of disappointment in Nicola's eyes. It seemed that her experiences the night before hadn't put her off the baron despite her protests at the time. 'I thought I'd better take off your chain before you had your bath,' she explained.
Nicola flushed. 'I can take it off myself.'
'That isn't allowed. The baron's instructions for the day are quite clear, and this is one of them. Did you sleep well?' she added.
'Yes thank you,' lied Nicola.
Cassandra could see the dark rings beneath the girl's eyes and knew better, but she was surprised that Nicola felt it necessary to lie to her. A disturbed night would not have been unusual in a strange bed. It could only mean that the disturbance had been due to erotic dreams and sexual frustration that she was unwilling to admit, even to herself.
'Take off your nightdress then,' she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Nicola hesitated, and for a moment Cassandra thought she was going to refuse but then she pulled it over her head. The older woman saw how heavy and ripe the girl's breasts looked, and how tightly the miniature handcuffs were fixed to the erect nipples.
Cassandra crossed the room to where there was a small washbasin and let the cold water run over her hands. She then returned to the waiting girl and let her fingers stimulate the areolea as she unfastened the clips. The coldness of her touch made the nipples grow even harder and Nicola gasped at the sensation.
'Are my hands too cold?' asked Cassandra with apparent concern.
'A little,' replied Nicola, wishing that her breasts wouldn't keep swelling and responding to every kind of stimulation they received.
'Never mind - you can have a warm bath now, that will help. I'll get Peter to run it for you.'
'Who's Peter?'
'The chauffeur who collected you from the airport. He's really the baron's personal servant and can turn his hand to most things.'
'Can't I run my own bath?' asked Nicola hesitantly.
'Didn't your servants look after things like that for you in England?' asked Cassandra in surprise.
'Sometimes, but never a man.'
'You'll have to get used to Peter, you'll be seeing a lot of him during your stay here,' said Cassandra with a smile. The smile disturbed Nicola. 'Come along,' she continued. 'He should have it nearly ready for you by now.'
Nicola went to put on a silk housecoat but Cassandra stopped her. 'There's no need for that. You have to learn to take pride in your body.' She hustled the naked girl out into the corridor and then down the single step into her old-fashioned bathroom with its large cast-iron bath now over half-full with water. When Nicola saw the well-built young chauffeur wearing only a brief pair of shorts waiting in the room, she tried to back out but Cassandra was behind her and swiftly locked the door then pocketed the key.
'I'm not bathing with him here,' said Nicola, trying vainly to cover her nakedness.
'The baron has requested it, and later we're all to use the outside pool together. It's a beautiful pool, and a real sun-trap during the morning,' responded Cassandra. 'Honestly, Nicola, a lot of girls would envy you such a
Luckily for Nicola, although Sophie took quite a long time, she herself came to her senses just as her fingers began to edge up her soft thighs. She suddenly remembered the baron's words and quickly withdrew her hand. She couldn't imagine how he would know if she disobeyed him, but at this early stage she didn't dare take the chance of risking his disapproval.
No sooner had she drunk the coffee that Sophie brought her than she heard a light tap on the door. 'Come in,' she called hesitantly, wondering if it was the baron back to explore her body once more.
Cassandra entered, and noticed the hint of disappointment in Nicola's eyes. It seemed that her experiences the night before hadn't put her off the baron despite her protests at the time. 'I thought I'd better take off your chain before you had your bath,' she explained.
Nicola flushed. 'I can take it off myself.'
'That isn't allowed. The baron's instructions for the day are quite clear, and this is one of them. Did you sleep well?' she added.
'Yes thank you,' lied Nicola.
Cassandra could see the dark rings beneath the girl's eyes and knew better, but she was surprised that Nicola felt it necessary to lie to her. A disturbed night would not have been unusual in a strange bed. It could only mean that the disturbance had been due to erotic dreams and sexual frustration that she was unwilling to admit, even to herself.
'Take off your nightdress then,' she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Nicola hesitated, and for a moment Cassandra thought she was going to refuse but then she pulled it over her head. The older woman saw how heavy and ripe the girl's breasts looked, and how tightly the miniature handcuffs were fixed to the erect nipples.
Cassandra crossed the room to where there was a small washbasin and let the cold water run over her hands. She then returned to the waiting girl and let her fingers stimulate the areolea as she unfastened the clips. The coldness of her touch made the nipples grow even harder and Nicola gasped at the sensation.
'Are my hands too cold?' asked Cassandra with apparent concern.
'A little,' replied Nicola, wishing that her breasts wouldn't keep swelling and responding to every kind of stimulation they received.
'Never mind - you can have a warm bath now, that will help. I'll get Peter to run it for you.'
'Who's Peter?'
'The chauffeur who collected you from the airport. He's really the baron's personal servant and can turn his hand to most things.'
'Can't I run my own bath?' asked Nicola hesitantly.
'Didn't your servants look after things like that for you in England?' asked Cassandra in surprise.
'Sometimes, but never a man.'
'You'll have to get used to Peter, you'll be seeing a lot of him during your stay here,' said Cassandra with a smile. The smile disturbed Nicola. 'Come along,' she continued. 'He should have it nearly ready for you by now.'
Nicola went to put on a silk housecoat but Cassandra stopped her. 'There's no need for that. You have to learn to take pride in your body.' She hustled the naked girl out into the corridor and then down the single step into her old-fashioned bathroom with its large cast-iron bath now over half-full with water. When Nicola saw the well-built young chauffeur wearing only a brief pair of shorts waiting in the room, she tried to back out but Cassandra was behind her and swiftly locked the door then pocketed the key.
'I'm not bathing with him here,' said Nicola, trying vainly to cover her nakedness.
'The baron has requested it, and later we're all to use the outside pool together. It's a beautiful pool, and a real sun-trap during the morning,' responded Cassandra. 'Honestly, Nicola, a lot of girls would envy you such a
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