After the Dreams (Caroline's Company) (9 page)

‘Could you help me?’ Janet covered her shoulders with a
towel, and Cassie cautiously sprayed some highlights into the older woman’s
dark brown hair. Janet tossed her head and looked in the mirror.

‘Perhaps a bit more here... and the copper here.’

They compared themselves.

‘This is fun,’ said Janet. ’Now I think I can find something
that matches your necklace!’

She rummaged in a jewellery case, and placed a heavy copper
and gold cascade around her neck.

‘Can you fasten this for me?’ She held her hair up, and
Cassie fastened the heavy necklace behind her neck.

‘I don’t wear this often, it’s quite a weight. John likes it
though’

The gold and copper plates came down between her breasts,
and emphasised the swelling curves.

‘Must find something else to match.’  Janet looked in her
makeup box and found the same brand and colour lip gloss that Cassie was
wearing.

Sitting down, she carefully re-lined her full lips with a
copper-bronze pencil and touched in the lip gloss with its little brush.

Cassie remembered that hers needed refreshing as well. She
opened her clutch bag, but realised that her black gloves made handling
difficult.

‘Here let me help.’ Janet touched her lips gently with the
brush.

‘Now I’d better have some gloves as well.’ Janet pulled on
her own black opera gloves.

‘There we are.’ Janet struck a
pose in the mirror, and beckoned Cassie to join her. For a few minutes, as the
older woman posed provocatively in several ways, the younger one copied her in
mirror image. Both of them giggled. After one last spectacular attempt, when
they bumped bottoms together, they both burst out laughing.

‘Well, I’ve never dressed like
this for one of Caroline’s events before. But it is nice to dress up isn’t it!
And it’s nice to have a sister. I’ve never had one you know.’ She glanced at
herself in the mirror again, and frowned slightly critically. ‘You know, I
don’t usually like seeing myself in the mirror. It must be your influence
Cassie. Let’s go and shock John.’

As they went downstairs they
agreed a plan.  They walked across the hall, making as little noise as possible
in their heels, swung open the double doors to the drawing room, struck their first
pose, and were frozen speechless by the magic of the room.

John stood in the open garden
doors, looking sideways into the room. The moonlight gleamed on his shirt
front, and glistened on his lapels of his dinner jacket and the stripes on his
trousers. He looked the handsome epitome of a male evening guest. Cassie’s eyes
were drawn however, past Caroline, still sitting where they had left her with a
quiescent Poppy at her feet, to where on the other side of the fireplace, Jo
plucked living magic from the strings of the large harp which Cassie had
previously assumed was merely an ornament.

Each note shivered serenely
into the silence of the room.

Entranced, and stuck by the
same idea, the two copper haired women moved into the room, and walked hand in
hand in time to the music towards the fire. Still in unison, they bowed to
Caroline and to Jo, and then Janet moved to her husband framed in the doorway.
She struck her most provocative pose. His arms went round her waist, and they
exchanged a deep kiss. He patted her bottom, and she giggled gently.

Cassie, feeling a bit embarrassed, wondering whether she had
been led astray by Janet, and not knowing quite what to do, sat down on the
empty sofa where she had sat before. Caroline smiled at her, and Cassie immediately
felt more comfortable.

Janet led John to the same sofa, and sat him between herself
and Cassie.

‘And you can keep your hands where they should be.’ They all
heard as she cuddled up beside him. She placed his hands on various portions of
her anatomy, and nibbled his ear.

‘Cassie, can I borrow a tissue?’

Cassie passed one from her bag.

Janet gently wiped the evidence
of her kisses from her husband’s face, and having established her rights of
ownership, settled down and sat still.

Jo carried on playing; the
shimmering notes somehow matched to the firelight, the moonlight, and the
beauty of the women (and the one man) sitting quietly in the room. Caroline was
still stroking Poppy’s now plaited hair.

To a series of rising chords,
Poppy stood, lifted both of Caroline’s hands in hers and kissed them. With a
grace that seemed unlikely after the noisy Poppy of the dinner party, she
curtsied to Caroline, to Jo, and the trio on the other sofa.

Still very gracefully, and in
time with the lilting music Poppy gradually removed all of her clothes.

This was not the provocative
routine of a burlesque show. It was the gradual self display of a deeply
womanly and sensual creature. Her red dress was unfastened behind her neck, and
fell to the floor. She was barefoot, and wore nothing on her strong legs, she
was wearing a red silk slip that finished around her hips. She flirted with it,
raising it and letting it fall. With a decisive movement, she removed her red
briefs, and flung them into the fire. To the flare of the sudden (and quite
brief) blaze, she let the red slip fall, and with one hand over her pubis and
one over her breasts, stood in one place and swayed and twisted gently to the
music.

Jo played a fierce accelerando
and Poppy’s hands moved as though she were caressing herself. As the music rose
to finale of rippling chords. Poppy stood still, her hands behind her neck, her
large nipples erect, proudly naked. She pirouetted on the spot, looked almost
defiantly at all of them, then she stood facing towards Caroline, her lips just
open, and a pink tongue just showing.

Poppy was totally naked and
totally unashamed.

‘Ah,’ a soft sigh came from
Janet, and she moved her husband’s hands over her own body.

In the sudden silence, Poppy
still with all of her new grace, knelt down and, waving her bottom to the room,
crawled back towards the fully clad Caroline, and curled up at her feet.

Jo stopped playing. The mood
changed.

‘Well now I am definitely
feeling overdressed, and quite hot and thirsty. Playing that harp is hard work
you know.’ Jo moved over and sat beside her blonde friend.  First she bent over
and gently kissed the naked and almost purring Poppy on her lips. Then she put
a hand round Caroline’s neck and drew her into an intricate and highly amorous
kiss. Their tongues wound round each other, they delicately matched their lips,
and finally Jo pushed her tongue deeply into Caroline’s mouth, and hung there
for what seemed minutes.

‘We’re thirsty as well’ said Janet. ‘Where are all your
serving staff? Have they gone off to get dressed?’

‘Well the last time I saw one of them she was wearing
something that might have been called a dress,’ said Jo. ‘And it was a little bit
larger than a pocket handkerchief as well!’

‘People who come to a harp recital looking as though they
have just escaped from a Playboy Club will just have to wait,’ said Caroline.
‘Your younger sister looks a lot more stylish than you. It’s a nice idea
though, you do look like sisters.’ She winked at Cassie.

‘Well to tell you the truth I was a bit jealous,’ replied
Janet. ’Why should all these other women look so glamorous and not me.’

‘Well next time you get these feelings,’ said Caroline,
‘warn me and we can find you something more appropriate!’

‘Yes and be paraded about naked and in chains I suppose. I
know you Caroline. You like your little ways and you always think that you’re
right!’

‘Caroline
is
always right,’ said Jo. ’That’s one of
the remarkable things about this house; and you know that really.’

‘Yes.’ A little sigh. ‘Would you like me naked and in chains
Husband dearest?’

The reply took some time and did not need words.

Caroline and Jo looked at the entwined couple, at the
slightly embarrassed Cassie, and all three of them laughed.

‘You will have to teach your big sister manners Cassandra,’
said Caroline.

‘In this house?’ Janet retorted disentangling herself

‘We have excellent rules and manners in this house Janet, as
you can see. They didn’t interrupt us before because we were occupied with
Poppy’s.... revelations. But now here are the staff, and refreshments are about
to be served!’

The double doors from the
dining room stood open, and a large trolley was pulled into the room. Sylvie
and Sadie in matching little black leather dresses, bare legs, and black five
inch heeled sandals , encouraged the previously missing member of the party
(who was doing the pulling), with encouraging flicks  from little leather
quirts. They also held the chains that ran through his metal collar, through
cuffs on his wrists and then to a wide leather belt locked round his waist.

Philip, (Poppy’s husband) had
rather changed since they last saw him.

If not entirely naked, he was
certainly in chains, and he might have retained more modesty if he had been
naked. His silver hair was bounded by a leather circlet, which had hoops so
that it could be fastened to his collar. His upper body was bare, hairless, and
shining with a light oil. He appeared to be heavily tanned. This emphasised his
slim but well developed form, especially his pectorals and his abdominal
muscles. The only garments he wore were a pair of knee length leather breaches,
from the front of which protruded an absolutely enormous codpiece.

The effect in the moonlit room
was dramatic and slightly ominous.

With the exception of the fully
clothed and highly uxorious John, all of the other inhabitants of the room were
clearly rounded and glamorous females. Suddenly here was this very male figure,
presented in an overt manner to be as male as possible, even though he was
chained and under the complete control of two pert young women.

Poppy stirred, knelt upright,
and looked at her transformed husband.

‘Poppy I....’ the chained male was interrupted by a sharp stroke
on his back from Sylvie’s quirt.

‘He keeps trying to talk, Mistress. You didn’t want to gag
him – yet. Shall we ...’

‘Oh I think we should. Don’t you Poppy? You don’t want him
to talk to do you?’

Poppy, without taking her bright eyes away from looking
lasciviously on the naked oiled torso, shook her head. Caroline kissed her
again. ‘That’s a good girl.’

‘Oh well’ said Jo with a sigh.
‘It should be all right. You’ll have to use a bigger dose for that big man
though.’

Caroline made a little gesture
at Sadie and Sylvie, and Sadie picked up a small salver of strawberries from
the trolley. Sylvie took one of the fruits, and ran it around the man’s
pectorals, flirting round his body while never making more than a light contact
with it. She dipped the strawberry in cream. The man held his mouth resolutely
closed. Sylvie looked at her Mistress. Caroline nodded, and Sylvie kissed the
chained object passionately. As she broke away, Sadie gave him a sharp whip on
his leather clad bottom, and he took a sharp breath. As his mouth opened,
Sylvie popped the strawberry in. The man looked aggrieved, and everybody and especially
Poppy laughed at the slickness of the two girls. Sadie and Sylvie took a little
bow, and there was a brief round of applause and more laughter.

‘Just ask for what you want, and Pip here will fetch it for
you.’ Caroline sounded delighted. Cassie thought that ‘Pip’ sounded a small
name for a big man.

‘I think that Janet would like some strawberries’ said John.
His wife poked him in the tummy.

‘The Moselle for me please.’ requested Janet. ‘The Male
Chauvinist Pig here can choose for himself.’

‘I think a brandy please, and what for you Casssandra?’

‘Oh some Moselle please.’
Cassie had liked the light fruity wine at dinner.

The girls made quite a display of the simple task of serving
drinks.

Pip was made to carry the ice bucket, and to kneel with his
head bowed before Janet and Cassie in turn. Sadie proffered wine glasses, and
Sylvie poured the light wine for Janet and Cassie.

As Cassie took a sip, she saw the man raise his head and
wink at her.

She got a strange sensation in her abdomen with a nearly naked
man kneeling at her feet.

‘When you’ve finished with Miss Fishnets and her party, we’re
thirsty over here.’ This was Jo.

‘Champagne for us please,’ said Caroline.

Pip had to carry the ice bucket and kneel before Caroline.
In close proximity to Poppy, their eyes devoured each other.

Sadie and Sylvie pulled back on
his chains, forcing him to pull the ice bucket in towards his stomach. Sadie
stroked him with her whip, and his eyes went down to the floor, away from his
naked wife.

Caroline and Jo had one glass between them, and drank from
it as from a loving cup.

Sometimes one of them held the
glass so the naked woman at their feet could take a sip.

Once John had his brandy, (Pip
had warmed the glass in front of the fire – Cassie felt for the naked man so close
to the flames), the trolley was pulled to one side (in case anyone wanted more
to drink, or to eat any of the fruits, cheeses, and confectionary that were
available). Pip was left chained to the trolley, with his wrist chains also
shackled to cuffs around his ankles. All he could do was stand there, with his
monstrous codpiece in front of him. The two girls gave him a last little caress
with their quirts.

Caroline kissed Poppy, and then standing up herself she
raised the naked woman to her feet. She took her to the middle of the room, and
the two girls gathered around her.

First Cassie saw that a bit,
like a horses bit, was placed in Poppy’s mouth, and fastened round her head
under her pony-tail. Her arms were placed into a kind of double glove, and laced
behind her back. This forced her not inconsiderable breasts forward. She knelt
again, and the girls were busy around her face and her feet. When she stood,
she had ultra long eyelashes sweeping her cheeks, and her feet disappeared into
what looked like horses hooves, forcing her to stand as though her feet were in
incredibly high heels. Leading reins were attached to her bit.