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Chapter 5 Genevieve
“Are you a student, Mademoiselle,” asked Michelle,
the attractive flight attendant as she handed Genevieve a cup of coffee. To Michelle, Genevieve’s seat in first class,
designer clothes and stunningly good looks had seemed incongruous with the
thick text titled Introduction to International Finance she was studying.
“Yes, and a part time nanny, I’ll be
helping a couple with a newborn when I’m not in class,” said Genevieve taking
the coffee intentionally brushing her hand against Michelle’s. Genevieve caught the look in Michelle’s eyes
when their flesh touched. It confirmed
the correctness of her judgment about the tall, strikingly beautiful woman’s
sexual preferences.
“You are so beautiful. I took you for a model. You must like children,” said Michelle
excited by the fleeting touch. Michelle
had hardly been able to take her eyes off her since the plane left Charles
DeGaulle. She had been thrilled when the
girl sat in the nearly empty first class section that was her responsibility on
the non-stop flight from
“Among other things,” said Genevieve
smiling as she visualized how Michelle would look in one of the club’s private
rooms, naked, suspended by her wrists with her toes straining to touch the
floor. Genevieve pictured the woman’s
large breasts with the nipples captured in Nuremburg clamps with two kilogram
weights stretching them downward causing the sharp teeth to bite into the soft
flesh drawing blood. “Unless there is
blood, it is not true sadism,” had been the dictum of the Master who had
trained Genevieve.
Or perhaps instead of clamps, a breast
press would have been better. The flight
attendants breasts were large and a press would crush the flesh causing it to
tighten. Once tightened, it would be
time to bring out the needles, heat them in the autoclave and make her scream
and beg. Genevieve felt her sex react as
she pictured herself pushing a needle through the breast until it reached the
sternum then slowly scraping the point over the bare bone.
Michelle’s question brought her mind back
to the present. “What will you study?”
asked Michelle wondering whether she would find the nerve to ask the girl for
lunch or coffee before the flight landed.
That would be risky. Air
“International Finance, at MIT’s Sloan
School of Management,” said Genevieve extending her hand. “I’m Genevieve Roches.”
“Michelle Dumont, MIT, you must be very
intelligent as well as very beautiful,” said Michelle accepting the handshake.
“Thank you, but I’m hardly that. Friends and family connections got me in the
program at MIT,” said Genevieve holding Michelle’s hand in hers, not letting
go.
“You’re being modest. Perhaps we could meet some time and have
lunch. I could show you around
“I’d like that and later we could go
somewhere and compare bracelets,” said Genevieve moving her hand quickly to
capture the silver bracelet that encircled Michelle’s wrist. She twisted it to the side where the tiny
points dug into the flesh causing intense pain.
“You’re hurting me,” said Michelle
grimacing as the sharp metal penetrated the delicate skin of her wrist. The bracelet was designed to cause the wearer
pain when it was tightened in a certain fashion.
“See, I have one, but mine is different,”
said Genevieve allowing her sleeve to fall back revealing a bracelet almost
identical in design but vastly different in its meaning.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t know. Please forgive me,” said Michelle shocked
that someone so young and innocent looking would be wearing that particular bracelet.
“Nor do you know that I am not to be called
Mistress where others may overhear,” said Genevieve.
“I apologize. I wasn’t expecting one so chic
and beautiful to be in your position,” said Michelle. “Is there anything I can bring you,
Mademoiselle?”
“A cognac and a piece of chocolate would
be nice.”
“I did not see you on Avenue St. Germain
last night,” said Genevieve when Michelle returned with two miniatures of Remy
Martin and several pieces of
“I had a family crisis. My sister is very ill. But surely you are not a member of the
“My home club is in Lyon; but I was in
“I’m sorry I missed you last night.”
“Yes, it might have been interesting,”
said Genevieve picturing Michelle’s tightly bound arms thrusting her breasts
out and perched on the club’s Spanish Donkey with ten-kilogram weights attached
to her ankles. Her tender sex bisected
by the studded metal apex of the wedge would be creating a nexus of agony so intense
her entire awareness would be concentrated on that thin line where the metal
touched her flesh. Genevieve wondered how long before she begged to be taken
down. Would she last longer than the
pathetic little cunt she and Nicole had played with last night? Of course she would. Michelle was wearing one of the club’s slave
bracelets. She could have only earned it
by demonstrating outstanding capacity to endure mind numbing pain.
It was two hours into the flight when
Genevieve encountered Michelle on a visit to the restroom. A quick glance around convinced Genevieve no
one was watching. She grabbed Michelle’s
wrist and pushed her into the tiny compartment.
“Get me off,” said Genevieve raising her
skirt then pulling the narrow band of her panty to one side as she sat down on
the commode. Genevieve raised her legs
planting the soles of her shoes against the wall bracketing Michelle as she noisily
allowed her bladder to empty. The
confined space filled with the aroma of fresh urine and the sounds of Michelle gulping
down mouthful after mouthful.
“Yes,
Mistress,” said Michelle displaying not the slightest hesitation to pass her
tongue over Genevieve’s dripping sex.
“Who trained you,” asked Genevieve after
several minutes of Michelle’s oral ministrations? Genevieve’s hand was on the back of
Michelle’s head pressing her face against her vulva, smearing her fluids over
the woman’s face.
“I serve Mistress Simone,” said
Michelle. “Shall I do your anus?”
“Of course, show me how you perform for
Mistress Simone,” said Genevieve relaxing back against the bulkhead as she
raised her legs further and elevated her pelvis giving Michelle access to her
sphincter.
Michelle murmured, “Yes, Mistress
Genevieve,” before tracing the tip of her tongue across the wrinkled flesh of
Genevieve’s rectal opening. Once the
surface was sufficiently moistened she placed her finger in the center of the
anus and applied a slight pressure. A
sigh of pleasure escaped Genevieve’s mouth as she felt the first joint of
Michelle’s index finger slip inside her rectum.
“Eat me slowly and well or I will not tell
Mistress Simone to whip you till you bleed.
If you do a good job, I just might give you a reward,” said Genevieve
closing her eyes as she relaxed.
Genevieve’s orgasm arrived quickly but
once there, she managed to make it stay for a while causing her Bartholin
glands to dispense a thick and copious flow of fluids Michelle eagerly
swallowed.
“That was satisfactory. Here is your reward,” said Genevieve leaning
forward to kiss Michelle. As their lips
met, Genevieve’s hand slipped into the flight attendant’s tunic then down into
the cup of her brasserie. Her strong
young fingers seized the nipple twisting and compressing the fleshy tendril. Once extended and vulnerable Genevieve angled
her thumbnail into the soft flesh and pressed hard. It was a simple technique for causing intense
agony Genevieve had learned by having it practiced on her. A hiss of pain escaped Michelle’s lips
followed by a moan of pleasure.
“You may stand up now,” said Genevieve
breaking the kiss and releasing Michelle’s breast.
“Yes, Mistress,” said Michelle rising to
her feet.
“Raise your skirt.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You have beautiful legs but pantyhose,
how ridiculous,” said Genevieve reaching out to run her hand up Michelle’s
thigh.
“The company requires it, Mistress. It’s part of the standard uniform.”
“Take them off.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Michelle somehow
managing in the small space to push her pantyhose down to her ankles, step out of
her pumps then the hose. Michelle stood
silently looking straight ahead while Genevieve pulled down her panty.
“Are these Mistress Simone’s,” asked
Genevieve referring to the gold rings piercing Michelle’s labia and
clitoris? Genevieve separated Michelle’s
labia then flicked the three gold rings piercing each side with her fingernail.
“Yes, Mistress Genevieve,” said Michelle
fighting to control her desires.
Michelle would have loved to be groveling at Genevieve’s feet begging
for the kiss of her whip.
“Provide me her email address along with
yours. I will send her a full report of
how you offered yourself to me like some pussy starved slut desperate to get
her head between a young student’s legs.
I’ll recommend she punish you severely for your disloyalty,” said
Genevieve trailing her fingers across Michelle’s clit.
“Thank you Mistress,” said Michelle her
brain reeling with the masochistic pleasure of the encounter. Pain and humiliation were her opiate.
“And if Mistress Simone does not object, I
will give you my email address. Before
each visit to
The prospect of being punished by a
seneschal was exhilarating. He would
know ways to hurt her she had not yet experienced. “Thank you, Mistress. You are most kind.”
“Now, unbutton your tunic and blouse.
Expose your breasts.”
Once Michelle had slipped her bra up over
her breasts, Genevieve spoke, “Now you may play with yourself. Get yourself off
before you wind up going up and down the aisle begging some poor dyke to let
you go down on her.”
Genevieve watched silently as Michelle’s
fingers worked her clit and nipples. It
wasn’t long before she climaxed. Once
Michelle’s orgasm had run its course and she fell back against the corner,
Genevieve quickly stood up, straightening her skirt. She unlocked and opened
the door to find one of the male passengers waiting to use the lavatory. The man’s face registered his shock as he
looked past Genevieve at a half naked Michelle whose hand was still captured in
her crotch.
Genevieve stepped close to the man and
asked, “Would you like to fuck that slut?”
“Huh,” said the disbelieving man.
“You are from
“Yes, I am employed by Siemens,” said
Oscar.
Genevieve brought her mouth to the man’s
ear and whispered, “Her name is Michelle.
She just ate my pussy. She gives
excellent head. Do you want her to suck
your cock?”
“Why yes, I do,” said the man having a
difficult time trusting his senses.
“What’s your name,” asked Genevieve?
“Oscar Homolka.”
Genevieve’s arm circled his waist drawing
him tight against her. “Oscar, there is
one precondition?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Before Michelle sucks your cock, she
wants you to piss in her mouth. Have you ever pissed in a woman’s mouth?”
Oscar looked slightly embarrassed. “Yes, once, the fraulein was willing.”
“Michelle is very willing. Aren’t you, Michelle?”
Michelle had not moved. She was still
standing against the bulkhead with her skirt above her waist and her bare sex
on display. She nodded her head in
agreement.
“Michelle, this is Oscar and you are to do
whatever he wants. When he comes in your
mouth, don’t swallow it. Show it to me
first.”
Genevieve pushed Oscar into the
restroom. She waited until she heard the
click of the lock before returning to her seat.
A half hour later, a redressed Michelle appeared in the aisle beside
her.
“Show me,” said Genevieve.
Michelle opened her mouth to reveal a pool
of pearl white liquid resting on her tongue.
“Good, you may swallow,” said Genevieve
watching Michelle immediately gulp down the liquid.
“How was he?” asked Genevieve.
“A German pig, he fucked me in the ass;
then made me lick his filthy cock clean,” said Michelle.
“Excellent, you can always count on a
Prussian to be brutal and cruel. Now bring me a blanket and pillow. I need a nap.”
***
Unable to sleep, Genevieve slowly pulled
her skirt up and pushed the crotch of her panty aside. Her sex was still warm and wet from
Michelle’s oral service. As her fingers
slid into her vagina while the heel of her hand massaged her clit, Genevieve
purred with pleasure.
A slight movement from across the aisle
caught her eye. The distinguished
looking man of the elderly couple was watching her. His wife was fast asleep. Genevieve found the idea of being watched by
a stranger exciting. She shifted
position so he could see more.
Deciding she needed further stimulation,
she reached into her carryon bag, extracted an anal probe made of rings of
graduated soft polymer and a tube of lubricant.
She coated the probe’s surface with some of the lubricant then eased the
pointed tip past her sphincter. Inhaling
and exhaling in rhythm, she slowly pushed each ring into her rectum until her
anus closed around the narrow neck holding it inside her. She clinched her sphincter enjoying the
sensation of having her rectum pleasantly filled.
She purred with pleasure as she recalled
the events of last night. She and her
best friend Nicole had met at Bar Noir to plan their evening.
“I want to do something special my last
night,” said Genevieve conscious that her looks and short skirt were attracting
the attention of the other patrons. The
two stunning girls, one blonde and the other brunette, were seated at the bar.
“I could call Rudi and Jeremy to see if
they have anything planned,” said Nicole, recent bride of a prominent
“I reserved a room at the Club for later,”
said Genevieve
“Rudi would like that. He adores it when you twist his balls,” said
Nicole taking a sip of her vermouth cassis.
“Jerry is always up for a good thrashing. That’s the English in him.”
“No, we can do that anytime. I want someone fresh; a married couple who
have never known pain would be best. A
man who has never had his balls twisted and a woman that has never been whipped,”
said Genevieve looking around the room.
“Tourists perhaps,” said Nicole. “
“And I know just where to find them. A new club called The Satyr opened in
Montmarte a month ago. The crowd is
absolutely depraved. A rich American owns
it. It’s popular with couples who come
here from the
“A couple would be nice,” said Nicole. “Especially if they are on their honeymoon,
madly in love and without a care in the world.”