It is incredibly hard to lose both parents all at once—at the same time—especially when you have just celebrated your eighteenth birthday a few days earlier. It turns your life upside down, and when you aren’t prepared to live on your own, it can be deeply unsettling. The family home was about to be put up for sale, and I wasn’t sure what lay ahead or where I would be staying. I had no close family left to turn to, and the reading of the will took place quickly and without much ceremony.

My parents had stipulated that I could not live alone before the age of twenty-one, on pain of losing my inheritance. I was to complete my studies, and at twenty-one, my parents’ small fortune would be turned over to me. The will stipulated that my godmother would look after me until I turned twenty-one. My godmother? I didn’t even know her! She was my mother’s cousin, and honestly, I don’t think I had ever met her. Since my mother was German, I had assumed her entire family lived in Germany—but no, this cousin I didn’t know lived in a huge house on an estate deep in the countryside.

My personal belongings had already been moved to my new home, and all possessions other than the house itself had been placed in a storage facility owned by my late mother’s cousin. A driver arrived in a magnificent black luxury car to pick me up. Maurice seemed like a kind man and chatted with me throughout the drive. “Madame Agathe couldn’t come to pick you up herself, but she is very much looking forward to seeing you again, sir. She has even planned a small reception in your honor.”

Agathe. So, she was my godmother. My mother had often spoken of her, and I had seen photos of her; I also remember meeting her several times when I was young. In my memory, she was a beautiful, very sophisticated woman, and what struck me most about her were the soft leather gloves she always used to stroke my cheeks, her magnificent stiletto heels, and her long blonde hair. I loved the soft feel of her gloves against my skin, and every time, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. Damn, just thinking about it gives me a hard-on!

We arrived at the estate, and I realized it was far more vast than I had imagined! The grounds stretched as far as the eye could see, and the house was incredibly large! Maurice stopped the car in front of the entrance and said, “Madame Agathe will come to get you.” He then drove off to park the car in a large garage a little further away.

The front door opened, and I heard a small, flute-like voice say, “Edward! My handsome little Edward! How you’ve grown!” She was exactly as I remembered her. A stunning woman with her blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a beautiful, form-fitting black dress that fell to her knees, black nylon stockings, and her signature black stilettos—but above all, those magnificent elbow-length leather gloves! Her makeup was exquisite, featuring deep black eyes and lips just as dark. She looked absolutely radiant!

She came down the grand stone staircase, took my cheeks in her gloved hands, caressed them for a moment, and said, “Just look at you, you little rascal! You’ve grown into a charming young man! And I see you still have your beautiful, fine, delicate features!” The feel of the gloves against my face gave me goosebumps, and I felt my penis harden. Then, to shake off the sensation, I said, “Hello, Godmother! You are just as beautiful—if not more so—than I remember!” Agathe smiled and replied, “A gentleman, too! But please, call me Agathe—and you can drop the servant-like formalities! You are the only family I have, and I’ve always considered you my son!”

She gently caressed my hands, lingering over the touch, and I had the impression she had glanced at my crotch and spotted my erection. She smiled happily at me and invited me inside. “Come in, darling. I know nothing can replace your home and your parents, but I’ll do everything I can to make your life here as pleasant as possible.” She showed me around the house and pointed out my room. It was very large and featured a private bathroom as well as a spacious walk-in closet where my clothes and shoes were already put away—or at least, the few clothes I owned.

She introduced me to a stunning, petite young Black woman with large brown eyes. Her beautiful lips were painted a vivid red, and her large eyes were subtly made up—just enough to make them stand out and enhance their beauty. She wore a short red dress with a small white apron, long white thigh-high nylon stockings, red high heels, and—surprisingly—small, immaculately white leather gloves.

Agathe said, “Edward, I’d like you to meet Lucy. This charming young woman has been with us for a few years; she is very kind, and we are very fond of her. So, treat her well, or you’ll have to answer to me!” Lucy smiled and said, “Thank you, Madame Agathe! Sir Edward, I will be your personal attendant from now on. You may ask me for anything you wish, and I shall do my best to accommodate you.” I replied rather foolishly—like the now eighteen-year-old I was—with a silly laugh: “Anything I want?” Lucy giggled, and Agathe retorted sharply, “Provided there is consent—if that is what you are implying, young man. As I told you, treat her well, or you’ll have to answer to me! Lucy will be your ally, your best friend, and your confidante in this house, so see that you remember that!”

I felt myself blush and apologized: “I’m sorry, Godmother; I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.” “Agathe, never mind the ‘Godmother’ and the pleasantries. You have a rank to uphold—but I’ll speak to you about that later! Now, get settled; Lucy will come to fetch you for supper.” Agathe having left briskly, Lucy curtsied and said, “See you later, Sir Edward!”

Lucy came to get me and led me to the dining room. Agathe was already seated and said, “Come, my dear! Come sit next to me!” Lucy pulled out my chair, helped me get settled comfortably, and then left. A woman in her forties, dressed like Lucy but in gray and white, brought us wine, and another woman dressed exactly the same way brought a small pot and placed it between us.

Agathe poured me a glass of wine and poured one for herself, too. She picked up her glass, said, “To your fresh start,” and took a sip. She continued, “I get the feeling you have a thousand and one questions for me, my little kitten! Go ahead—I’ll try to answer as best I can to shed some light on things for you.” There was a major question—or at least a detail I had noted—burning to be asked, though it was a somewhat delicate subject. I felt myself blush, but I gathered my courage and asked, “My most vivid memory of you involves the gloves you wore—and still wear. Your caresses against my cheeks stirred up sensations in me, and I realized that is still true today. But why do you always wear gloves, and why do the servants all wear them too?”

Agathe took a sip of wine, smiling, and replied frankly: “I always knew my gloves gave you a thrill when you were little, and seeing the erection you had when you arrived, I’m pleased to note that they still give you that warm sensation! You love those gloves too, don’t you?” She took my hand and caressed it. She smiled and said, “I know it turns you on, my little kitten, so just let yourself go and get hard! You’ve always been like that!” She took another sip, then served us what was in the pot. Then she said, “Let’s eat; I’ll tell you all about it while we have supper.” She took a deep breath and continued, “Mmm, where should I start? Okay. At the beginning.”

Agathe launched into a long monologue—explanatory, to be sure, but highly arousing. She continued: “Gloves have always turned me on—especially leather ones. A little over twenty-five years ago, when I thought I was the only person in the world crazy about gloves, I met over the internet a magnificent woman—magnificent in every sense of the word, inside and out. She lives in a large manor at the end of this road, about a five-minute drive from here.” She paused in thought, then said, “Maeva saved my life; she taught me everything and opened my eyes. Everything you see here—the house, the grounds—it all belong to her. She put me in charge and made me the head of this household because she believed in me. She helped me embrace my passion for gloves and urged me to dive into it without reservation.”

She continued with verve and passion: “Twenty-five years ago, Maeva made me her personal assistant. After five years, she told me it was time to spread my wings and elevated me to her equal following a ritual—one I might tell you about someday. Maeva is my best friend, and we’ve met up at least once a week ever since. I’ll introduce you to her; you’ll see, she’s charming! In taking over this heritage, I wanted to preserve the traditions and pay tribute to my dear Maeva. Only the women wear gloves, and the design is virtually identical to the one at the manor. But the ones there are much larger!”

I was spellbound as I listened to Agathe’s story; the whole tale surrounding the gloves fascinated me. Then I asked a question that had been weighing on my mind: “Why didn’t you come to my parents’ funeral?” Agathe smiled at me and said, “But I was there, darling! With Maeva! She was the one who handled everything! We stayed in the background so as not to overwhelm you. Come on, let’s finish the meal—no more questions for tonight. We have plenty of time! Lucy will show you to your room and make sure everything is perfect for you.”

Lucy came into the room with me, pulled back the bedsheets, turned on the bedside lamps, and checked the bathroom. She came back out and said, “You have clean towels, Sir Edward. May I leave now, or do you still need me?” The more I looked at her, the prettier I found her in that uniform! Then, I ventured a small question: “Do you always dress like that?” She smiled and replied, “When I’m on duty, yes!” “And isn’t it uncomfortable?” She smiled again and said, “Not at all; it’s actually very comfortable and I love it—it brings out my femininity, and I really like that!” I smiled at her and said, “I don’t want to be inappropriate or rude, but I think you look magnificent! And your gloves—they’re wonderful!” She giggled and replied, “Thank you, Sir Edward; that’s lovely to hear! And as for the gloves—just between us—admit it, you really like them!” I felt a flush rise to my cheeks and stammered, “W-W-What do you mean?” She giggled and chuckled, “You’re getting an erection just talking about it, Sir Edward!”

Embarrassed, I grabbed a cushion and placed it between my legs. I hadn’t realized I was sporting a massive erection! Lucy laughed heartily and said, “Don’t be ashamed, Sir Edward! I find it fascinating; seeing you—pardon the expression—get hard when I haven’t even touched you makes me feel a little hot and bothered!”  I laughed a little shyly and said to her, “Edward, please let the gentleman be.” She smiled and said, “Alright, Edward! Shall we say goodnight?” She gave me a little wink and said, “Sweet dreams, Edward,” and then she left the room.

A week went by, and I settled into my new surroundings. After all, I actually quite enjoyed being surrounded by women in gloves, and I was starting to feel a heavy ache in my balls. Lucy’s magnificent uniform constantly reminded me of my childhood, back when I used to dress up in my mother’s clothes and try to apply lipstick. She found it amusing and would let me do it, seeing how much I enjoyed it. My dad, on the other hand, would fly into a rage whenever he saw me like that!

I was beginning to place my full trust in Lucy and was opening up to her—sharing my joys, my sorrows, and my innermost feelings. Then, one lovely afternoon, as I gazed at her, she said, “You love my uniform, don’t you? Admit it—you’d love to slip it on!” I started at her words. How could she know that my deepest fantasy was to wear women’s lingerie? After all, even though I had enjoyed wearing women’s clothes when I was younger, that desire had never truly gone away. “Why do you ask?” I replied. She smiled and said, “Because you seem obsessed with it, and something tells me it would turn you on quite a bit to step into my shoes!” She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, smiling as she waited for my answer.

She added, laughing innocently, “Come on! Admit it!” She tapped my arm with her gloved hand and continued, “It’s hardly a big deal to have fantasies and want to dress up as a woman to get turned on! You’ve been hard as a bull for a week just watching us wear gloves! So why not satisfy your urges?” I felt strange—as if I were about to faint—and then replied, “What urges? I don’t have any urges!” I spoke defiantly, which made Lucy smile; she added, “Aha, now the cat’s starting to come out of the bag!” I caught her drift and replied, sounding even more guarded, “Why do you say that?” She laughed heartily. “Because I have a sixth sense for these things, and you’re getting angry while trying to dodge the subject! Come on, let yourself go—spill the beans; it’ll do you good!” She spoke softly, like a true confidante.

I remained silent for a few minutes, deep in thought. After all, why not tell her everything? She would certainly keep my secret, and it would free me from this cursed burden I’ve been carrying for years!
I decided to open up my soul and reveal my most intimate secrets. “Look at me! Do you see my build? My delicate face? My curves? Can you hear my voice? I have the voice of a little girl! The only thing I’m missing to look like a girl is breasts! I don’t even have any body hair! Nowhere! Ever since I was very young, it has felt natural for me to dress as a woman—lipstick and all. I did this until I was fourteen. When I was little, I used to make my mother laugh, and she would let me do it. As I got older, she began to wonder about me, but she accepted the fact that I loved it. She even bought me girls’ clothes in secret so I could wear them while my father wasn’t around. She would take her time applying my makeup and tell me I was beautiful. My father, on the other hand, called me a faggot; from a young age, I quickly learned not to fear a belt across the backside. When I was little, my father didn’t hit me, but he would yell at me when I wore women’s clothing. Later, the belt came into the picture, and strangely enough, I loved the sensation of pain it caused. When I screamed under the blows, it was out of pure ecstasy, but my father thought I was crying.”

Lucy was listening to me with keen interest and said, “Go ahead, keep going—it’ll do you good to get the bad stuff out!” I took a short break and a deep breath, then resumed my story. “I started treating myself at a very young age. When I played at dressing up as a woman, I had a pair of yellow rubber gloves—a bit too big for me, but they gave me so much pleasure. Oh, how many times I played with those gloves while wearing tights and a little dress! All I needed was long hair, and everything would have been perfect!”

I was searching for the right words, and then it just came out. “At a more advanced age, when the belt came out, my father would take off his trousers. He’d lay me face down, hit me with his belt, and hurl insults at me—calling me a little slut, a whore, a faggot. Those insults turned me on while I was taking the blows, But what I liked most was the hard thing touching my lower belly. That piece of shit got liked seeing me dressed as a girl, and he loved hitting me!”

I felt a wave of heat, but I decided to go on. “Why did I stop dressing as a girl? Because my father got aroused by me. One day, while I was fully dressed as a girl, he came home early from the office. Seeing me, he flew into such a blind rage that he forced me to my knees and dropped his trousers. He was hard, telling me I deserved what was happening. I smashed his face in with heavy punches and that was the moment I gave up my greatest pleasure.  My father never hit me again, but he kept telling me over and over that, thanks to him, I was cured.”

After wiping a few tears from my cheeks, I continued, “I’ve always loved being a girl, but I’m not gay. I adore women—so much so that I aspire to be like them: beautiful, radiant, and delightful. I would love nothing more than to go back and feel that immense pleasure again! But how could that be possible?” Lucy smiled and said, “Wow! What a story! I knew you liked transforming into a girl, you sly dog! So, do you really enjoy being called all sorts of names and getting slapped?” I replied with a laugh, “It’s weird, isn’t it? I absolutely love it—just thinking about the sensation gives me a hard-on! As for the dirty talk, that just adds a little extra spice! But I’d never tolerate a man treating me that way. A woman, sure, but not a man. I hate men.”

Lucy stood up, massaged my shoulders, stroked my hair, and whispered, “The only place around here to find lingerie—and gorgeous lingerie, at that—is in Agathe’s room. I don’t know if she’d want you rummaging through her closets, but here’s a little secret: Agathe is leaving very early tomorrow morning and will be gone all day. And I have the key to her room. Just saying!” She kissed me on the forehead, let a gloved hand run along my arm, and left my room, saying, “See you later, Edward.”

I was thinking about what Lucy had told me, and the more I thought about it, the more the idea of ​​rummaging through Agathe’s drawers excited me. Yes, I would take action and talk to Lucy about it this very evening. After supper, Lucy came to check on me, and I took the opportunity to work out my plan. I asked, “Are you still up for helping me?” She replied, “Of course!” I said, “That’s perfect, then—nine-thirty tomorrow morning!” She gave me a thumbs-up and wished me goodnight. I was so excited about the next day that I fell asleep and had some pretty steamy dreams.

Lucy knocked three times on the door of Agathe’s office on the second floor. “Come in, Lucy,” she said. “And?” Lucy replied, “Just as you predicted, Mistress Agathe. He spilled everything.” She told Agathe the whole story; Agathe listened without saying a word. Then, slamming her hand on the desk, she said, “Goddammit. I warned Hilda about his condition several times when he was little. She was willing to listen to me, but that idiot husband of hers wouldn’t hear of it. Even Maeva couldn’t talk any sense into him. Poor little kitten. But from what I gather, he’s tough! We need to help him find his bearings and reconnect with who he truly is deep down. What’s the plan, Lucy?”

Lucy replied, “It’s more or less what we originally planned Mistess Agathe, but I have to bow out because I’ve gained his trust, and we absolutely cannot afford to lose it.” Agathe responded, “And what does that entail—me surprising him all on my own? You know I’m a lesbian, Lucy! I was counting on you for that part!” Lucy smiled and said, “Yes, you are a lesbian, Mistress Agathe, but you’re also a top-notch dominatrix—and a very persuasive one at that!”

Agathe looked a bit surprised and said, “So? What do you want me to do?” Lucy laughed a little and replied, “It’s easy! You catch him in the act, order him to keep going while sounding conciliatory and understanding—yet looking a bit angry—tell him he needs to be punished for snooping through your things, and then spank him with an implement of your choice. He loves that anyway! Then, instead of touching him as planned, you force him to masturbate in front of you and cum on your shoes; the real punishment will be having him lick up his own semen as it drips onto your feet!”

Agathe stood up, walked over to Lucy, cupped her cheeks, and said, “You’re amazing, my dear! Simply amazing!” Then she kissed her on the lips, looking more than satisfied. She added, “I’m so happy to have you as my personal assistant, lovely Lucy! You really are Béatrice’s little sister! Maeva will be thrilled when I tell her about this! Great job, sweetheart!”

Dawn broke, and I was already up. From my window, I could see the courtyard, and I watched Agathe get into a car and drive off. I was incredibly excited about what was coming and couldn’t sit still. I had breakfast, took a shower, and Lucy came to pick me up at 9:30 sharp. She opened the door to Agathe’s room and said, “Good luck! I hope you manage to find what you lost!” Then she closed the door, leaving me alone in the large room. I opened a door that led to a huge walk-in closet. There was a bit of everything—dresses, shirts, and skirts made of all kinds of materials, plus at least two hundred pairs of shoes and boots. I picked out the first pair of high heels I saw; they were glossy black. I brought them over to the edge of the bed and then set about rummaging through the drawers.

I found a pair of black satin panties, long black nylon stockings, a black satin bustier with garters, and then—to my utter astonishment—a pair of yellow rubber gloves, just like the ones from my childhood! I got a rock-hard erection, and my heart started racing. I took my haul and went to sit at the foot of the bed.

I started by putting on the stockings. They were soft and turned me on! Then came the bustier. I had a bit of trouble attaching the stockings to the garters, but I managed it after a few minutes. I put on the satin panties and then the shoes. They were a little too tight, but they would do. I made my way to the bathroom—walking was a bit difficult—and came back with a towel so I wouldn’t mess up the floor. I sat on the bed, ready for ecstasy. Just as I was about to put on the rubber gloves, the bedroom door opened and closed very softly.

Agathe stood in the doorway. She said nothing, fixing me with a cold stare. I tried to speak but couldn’t manage it. “I… I…” She motioned for me to be quiet and spoke in a soft yet rather cold tone. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little snoop looking for a thrill?” I managed to say, “I… I can explain everything!” She raised a finger and said, “There is nothing to explain, and you call me Mistress—is that understood?” I replied stupidly, “Uh, what?” She retorted coldly, “Shut up, and it’s ‘Mistress’—I won’t say it a third time! Is that understood?”

I had no choice but to yield to her demands; I had been caught red-handed. I replied, “Yes, Mistress, I understand.” She said, “Good. Now be quiet and listen to me. If you’re a good little girl and do exactly as I say, the punishment won’t be too severe. Get up and go over to the vanity.” I stood up and struggled immensely to make my way to the vanity; I was trembling, and my feet were buckling with every step.

Agathe had to stifle a fit of laughter and said, “Well, well—so you want to be a lady, yet you can’t even walk in high heels? It’s pathetic! Sit on the bench and put on your makeup like the little slut you are! You want a thrill? You’re going to get one, you little hussy!” I felt my penis stir at the insults—she was talking to me as if I were a girl! A wave of heat washed over me; I grabbed some makeup and applied it to my eyes as best I could. Then, with trembling hands, I picked up a lipstick and applied it to my lips.

Then she said to me, “Open the top drawer and put on the first wig you find.” It was black and shoulder-length; I managed to put it on without too much trouble, and then she said, “Stand up and look at me.” I replied, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled and said, “Good girl. You didn’t do too badly, all things considered, but it’s far from perfect, you silly girl. You’ll need practice if you aspire to be a real lady.” I replied, “Yes, Mistress,” and she said, “You’re starting to understand—good! Now remove your panties, go over to the bed and face it.” I heard her open a wardrobe, and then she came back.

I felt her close to me; she placed her hand behind my neck and said, “Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” and I heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle. She said, “You’re a real little slut, aren’t you?” and I felt the first strike. An immense joy washed over me, and my erection returned, harder than ever. I replied, “Yes, Mistress, I’m a real slut,” and then the second strike stung me right to the core; I was trembling with pleasure. Agathe said, “You like that, don’t you, you little whore? Admit you love the pain, you dirty bitch!” The third blow was harder, and I let out a cry of immense pleasure. I replied, “I love it, Mistress—punish me harder!” Then the fourth slap landed, even harder than the last. The pain was ecstatic, and I wanted more! “More, Mistress—I deserve it because I’m a slut and a dirty little whore!” The fifth was the last—the most striking of all, delivering a sharp, exquisite pain.

Agathe said to me, “Get up, good girl. Kneel down in front of me, masturbate, and cum on my shoes.” I replied enthusiastically, “Yes, Mistress—whatever you wish.” I put on the rubber gloves and made myself cum on her shoes. There was a huge amount of semen, and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Agathe said, “Now that you’ve cum, you little slut, clean my shoes with your tongue. That will be your punishment for snooping through my things.” I bent down and licked up every last drop of semen—and I loved it! Agathe says, “Now go change, take a shower, and meet me in my office. I’ll see to getting the mess you made cleaned up. You naughty girl!”

I was still in shock but so happy! It was a fantastic experience! Agathe was incredible and took my pleasure to new heights! I felt amazing in the role of the submissive—I’d do it again and again! My backside was sore, though. Even my father never hit that hard! It was wonderful!

I knocked on the door of Agathe’s office, and she said, “Come in, Edward. Close the door behind you.” Lucy was there too. She asked me, “Not too much pain?” and I replied, “Not too much, Mistress.” She laughed and said, “The Mistress isn’t here anymore, Edward; it’s Agathe speaking now. What happens in the room stays in the room—just between us, and Lucy. »

I didn’t understand, so I said, a bit surprised, “Lucy? Why Lucy?” Agathe smiled and replied, “All in good time, my dear. First of all, we want to know how you are doing now. Did you find what you had been looking for all these years?” Then, I understood. Lucy had spoken to Agathe. Before I could even say a word, Agathe continued, “Look at me, Edward—focus on me and my questions, and nothing else. I’ll ask you again. Did you find what you were looking for over the last few years?”

It took a moment for my brain to snap back to reality, and I replied, “Yes!” Agathe then added, “And what did you end up finding?” And I replied as simply as could be: “Me! Who I am! What I have lost, and what I want to be!” Agathe smiled again and asked me, “And what do you want to be?” I thought for a moment and replied, “I want to be a cute, submissive little girl who wants to have lots of fun! But I want to keep my penis!” Agathe and Lucy burst out laughing, and Agathe replied tenderly, taking my hand: “Well, young lady, you’re well on your way to achieving your goal, and we’ll do everything we can to help you!”

I was on cloud nine and incredibly excited. Finally, I asked, “Can I speak completely openly?” Agathe smiled at Lucy and replied, “Of course—go ahead!” So I launched into a whirlwind of words: “You know, I’m not gay—not at all. I’ve hated men since I was a little kid. I love women and want to keep loving them. But I feel like the best of both worlds is having everything a woman has—breasts, beauty, curves—but with a penis. It might sound strange, but I like penises—just not on a man. Am I making sense, or does that sound crazy?”

Agathe smiled and said calmly, “That makes a lot of sense! So, you’d like to become a woman while keeping your penis, and you’re into women but not men. But would you be able to love a woman with a penis?” I answered immediately, “Of course! I’ve dreamed of that since I was little! To be honest, I’ve never slept with anyone, but I’d happily eat a woman out, and I’d put a woman’s penis in my mouth without a second thought!”

Lucy couldn’t help but laugh, and before I could take offense, she said, “Edward, you’re really funny! You’ve completely changed tonight; the little girl who was slumbering inside you has just reappeared! It’s wonderful!” Agathe added, “Well, my dear, I think tomorrow we’ll go meet a few people at the manor! They’ll be able to offer much better advice than we can, and we’ll be there to back them up and help you make the right choices.”

I was happy and felt lighter. I also sensed that I had changed, yet one question remained unanswered in my mind: “Agathe, why did you stop coming to see us when I was younger?” Agathe looked pained and replied softly, “I was just about to get to that, my little kitten. It wasn’t by choice that I stopped visiting you and Hilda. I knew what you were—and so did your mother. Maeva and I stopped coming around when you were about eight because we confronted your father several times about you, and each time he threw us out of the house. The last time, he threatened to take us to court if we came back to harass him.”

She continued, “Oh, he would have lost everything he had if he had taken that step. We thought we were protecting you and your mother by stepping aside, but we made a grave mistake. We knew you were a little girl trapped in a boy’s body, but your father didn’t see it the same way we did.” And I continued, “But when you say ‘we,’ do you mean that Maeva and you? And who is this Maeva?” Agathe smiled broadly and replied, “You could say that Maeva is my wife, in a way. Even though we haven’t lived together for twenty years, we’re still in love and see each other at least once a week. And yes—to answer your next question—we do sleep together, but we have an open relationship, just like all the assistants and executives in the financial empire. Most of them are at the manor, and you’ll meet some of them tomorrow. Lucy, do you have anything to say, by any chance?”

Lucy cleared her throat and spoke. “Edward, I’m not actually a maid, and this outfit isn’t what I usually wear. In fact, I’ve been Agathe’s personal assistant for five years. I have something of a sixth sense for reading people—for getting them to open up and devising a plan to help them find themselves again. My mission since you arrived was to determine whether the little girl buried deep inside you could resurface, or if she was gone for good.” She looked at me and continued, “I managed to make you spill the beans and reveal why that wonderful little girl had been buried so deep. Mistress Agathe and I had hatched a plan to bring that little gem out into the open, but I had to back out so I wouldn’t lose your trust. So, I proposed a modified plan to Mistress Agathe—perhaps a bit drastic, I admit—to help bring out the real you, not the person your father wanted you to be.”

There was a silence lasting several long seconds, then I opened my mouth. “So, was all of this really just to bring my true self back to the surface?” I felt tears running down my cheeks, but I managed to pull myself together and told them from the bottom of my heart, “Thank you. A huge thank you. I never thought my true self would ever return. But to be honest, the scariest part was when Agathe walked into the room and caught me just seconds before I went through with it. I have to admit, I was really scared! The timing was quite a coincidence!”

Lucy giggled and said cheerfully, “There was no coincidence involved! There was a hidden camera hooked up in Mistress Agathe’s office. I simply texted her when it was time to go on! That said, Mistress Agathe improvised the whole thing and really embraced the dominatrix persona that made her famous. From the moment she walked into the room, she was completely genuine—she wasn’t acting at all!” I looked Agathe straight in the eyes and told her, with the utmost sincerity, “You know, you were amazing—you took me to places I never thought I’d go. Fuck, you hit harder than my dad! I loved that pain that made me cry! It was pure ecstasy!” Lucy asked me the killer question: “And what was it like licking your own cum off high-heeled shoes?” I answered enthusiastically, “It was wonderful! After the pain came the pleasure and ultimate submission! It was fantastic—and when it comes down to it, cum actually tastes good!”

Then Agathe spoke up: “Darlings, let’s leave it at that for now. I’m glad you want to grow with us, Edward, and we’ll have plenty of other opportunities to discuss this further. But right now, I have an important call to make. Go about your business. See you later.” Once alone in her office, Agathe picked up her phone and called Maeva to arrange an urgent meeting as soon as possible. “Hello, my darling love—am I disturbing you?” Maeva replied, “Not in the slightest, my dear! What is it? Nothing serious, I hope?” Agathe chuckled and answered in a sultry voice, “Everything is fine, my beloved Mistress. It’s about Edward. The little girl hidden deep inside him has resurfaced, and I’m going to need help with what comes next!” Maeva didn’t seem surprised and replied, “Oh, I see! That happened sooner than expected! How did it come about?” And Agathe told her the whole story in detail, laughing as she spoke.

Maeva was amazed by the story and the incredible plan Lucy had hatched. She laughed and said, “I knew Lucy would be a huge help! She has the same quick-wittedness as her sister! Do you want Florence, Charlotte, and Elisabeth to attend the meeting?” Agathe replied, “But that’s the whole point if we want to help her transition!” Maeva said, “Hold on a moment while I check the schedules… let’s see, does tomorrow morning at ten o’clock work for you?” Agathe, pleased with such a quick appointment, replied, “That’s absolutely perfect!” Maeva answered in a husky, flirtatious voice, “See you tomorrow, my beautiful blonde whirlwind! I can’t wait to French-kiss you! And give Béatrice a kiss too when you arrive; she’s been longing for your mouth and lips!” Agathe laughed like a little girl and wrapped up the call: “I certainly will! Her kisses are so delicious!! See you tomorrow, *mein wunderschöner Schatz*.” She sent a text to Lucy that read, “Meeting tomorrow at the manor at 10 a.m. with Maeva. Be ready in the entrance hall at 9:30 a.m.”

On the morning of the meeting, Lucy came to get me ready. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. She looked breathtaking! She was wearing a short, tight black skirt that revealed the tops of her long black nylon stockings, black high heels, a blazing red satin blouse, and lipstick just as vibrant as the blouse. And her gloves! Gorgeous short black nylon gloves with a polka-dot pattern! I struggled to pull myself together, so she did it for me. “Earth calling Moon—hello!” She looked me up and down, ran her gloved hand through my hair to tidy it a bit, and said, “At least you’re going to look perfect! Can you believe it? We’re going to meet the High Mistress in person! Soak it all in, because that is a rare treat, let me tell you! Come on! We shouldn’t keep Mistress Agathe waiting all alone in the hall!”

We arrived in the hall just minutes before Agathe. When she appeared, I was absolutely stunned by her incredible beauty! She was wearing a sleeveless black leather dress that fell to mid-thigh and very long black leather stiletto boots that disappeared beneath the hem. She wore her signature look: a ponytail cascading down to the small of her back, dark makeup, and black lipstick. And yes, she wore long black leather gloves reaching her shoulders, with a sort of black velvet scarf wrapped around her neck. She commanded attention, radiating the aura of a fierce dominatrix.

She looked me straight in the eye and spoke in the cold tone I had experienced the day before. “Today, I am Mistress Agathe. Do I make myself clear?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress.” Then she added, “Good. Mistress Maeva, Mistress Charlotte, and Mistress Florence—along with her assistant, Elisabeth—will also be present at the meeting. Under no circumstances are you permitted to speak to them unless invited to do so. Is that clear?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

Then she continued, “Edward, you will be scrutinized from every angle; you will be questioned, and you might even be touched as they analyze you. This meeting is the opportunity of a lifetime and your ticket to an incredible world. Answer with complete candor, offer no opinions of your own, look people in the eye when they speak to you, stand tall, be strong, and show your courage and determination! Do you fully understand what I’m telling you?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress, I understand. May I speak freely?” Agathe answered curtly, “No. From this moment on, you do not speak—you listen. If you see things happening that seem strange to you, show no emotion and stay focused. Come along, let’s get in the car.”

Maurice pulled up in a luxurious black limousine, opened the door for us, and we got in. The drive took place in total silence and lasted no more than five minutes. I was left speechless when I saw the mansion. It was gigantic—far more vast than I had imagined! Maurice parked the car in front of a grand stone staircase and opened the door; Agathe said to him, “Maurice, we’ll be a while; go grab a coffee with your friends at the garage, and I’ll text you when we’re ready to leave.” Maurice replied, “Very well, Madame Agathe.”

We climbed the steps, and upon reaching the door, Lucy pressed the doorbell. At least thirty seconds passed before the door opened and a tiny little lady, dressed as a maid in a gray gown, appeared. She wore black thigh-high stockings and black high-heeled shoes, and her white satin gloves matched her white apron. She said, “Good morning, Madame Agathe! Madame Béatrice will be out to see you in just a moment.” The hall was gigantic and ended with two grand staircases, one on each side. Everything was made of marble, and dark wood panelling adorned the walls. It was magnificent!

Footsteps were heard coming from a corridor on the left, and a magnificent, tall Black woman with long, curly black hair appeared. She was dressed entirely in white, wearing a short, tight, sleeveless dress, long white nylon stockings, white high heels, and long, glossy white satin gloves. Her lips were blood-red, and her eyes were a blazing electric blue! She was radiant!

As she approached us, she said joyfully, “Mistress Agathe! I’m so happy to see you!” Agathe cupped her face and kissed her passionately, and the beautiful Black woman wrapped her arms around Agathe’s neck to return the kiss more deeply. They kissed for several seconds, then the beautiful Black woman said, “Mistress Agathe! I’ve been longing for your sweet kisses! You’ve made me so wet—my panties are absolutely soaked!” Agathe replied, “My beautiful, sensual Béatrice—the best kisser in the world! I’m soaking wet too, and it’s giving me shivers!”

Agathe had warned me not to make a move, but I couldn’t control my raging hard-on! The beautiful Black woman exclaimed, “Little sister! I’m so happy to see you!” She took Lucy in her arms and gave her a huge hug. Then she asked, “Is this him?” And Lucy said, “Edward, I’d like you to meet my older sister, Béatrice. She’s the oldest in the family, but also the smartest! I inherited her personality traits and her love for gloves. Anyway, our four other sisters don’t speak to us anymore and have absolutely no idea what we’re doing here. And for your information, Béatrice is Mistress Maeva’s personal assistant and head assistant. So, in a way, she’s my boss!”

Béatrice approached me, looking me up and down; she took my chin, turned my head from side to side, examined my hands closely, and said, “Turn around.” She ran her hands over my shoulders and hips, then said, “Turn around and look me in the eye.” She caressed my cheeks, and I felt my penis swell. She placed a hand on my crotch and felt my cock through my trousers; I got an erection instantly. She smiled and said, “It turns you on! You like gloves, too—that’s good! You get hard fast, and you seem to have a fine, big member!” Then she looked at Agathe and said, “Mistress Agathe, there is plenty to work with here! He’ll quickly turn into a lovely young girl! His features are very fine and delicate, body hair seems nonexistent, and his face is beautiful and very feminine.” Agathe replied, “Doesn’t he remind you of someone?” Béatrice answered, “Absolutely—it’s the same look, just a much younger version! Well, if he’s willing, I give the green light for the interview with Mistress Maeva! Follow me.”

She led us into a large meeting room and then left. Agathe said to me briefly, “That’s very good, Edward! You’re doing a great job—keep it up, my little kitten!” The dominatrix’s voice had given way to Agathe’s usual gentle tone. I said absolutely nothing, as I was required to remain silent. The door opened, and three stunning women entered. Two were dressed identically in short, sleeveless red dresses, long black stockings reaching their thighs, and stiletto heels that matched the stockings perfectly; they also wore short black leather gloves. One of the two had straight black shoulder-length hair and appeared older, while the second had beautiful blonde curls cascading past her shoulders. The third woman wore a rather short black skirt, a dark red satin blouse, the ubiquitous black stockings and shoes, and short black satin gloves; she had straight black shoulder-length hair and she looked absolutely magnificent!  I was in awe, and my heart was pounding.

Agathe said, “Charlotte! Just look at you! You look magnificent! How is it going?” She replied, “There are ups and downs, but I knew what to expect. This week hasn’t been as good—I haven’t been feeling well—but Florence tells me it’s normal because of the hormones.” Agathe said, “I hope things get better for you, my dear!” and kissed her on the lips. Then she turned to the blonde woman and said, “My magnificent Florence, you look radiant! How are you?” Florence chuckled, “I’m doing very well, though I’m busy looking after my poor, beloved Charlotte!” Agathe smiled and said, “That’s so like you! Always so ready to take care of others!” She kissed her on the lips as well. Then she turned to the last woman: “My God, Elisabeth! You grow more beautiful every day, like a rare flower! I can’t wait for you to come over to the house!” The woman replied, “It won’t be long now, Mistress Agathe! I can’t wait either.” They shared a knowing little laugh.

Suddenly, a joyful cry rang out in the room. It was the curly-haired blonde who had shouted, “Lucy! You came! I’m so happy to see you, my dark beauty!” She rushed over to Lucy and kissed her passionately. Then she said, “Elisabeth! Look! Our beautiful Lucy is here! Come say hello, for heaven’s sake!” Elisabeth, all smiles, came over to them, and the three of them took turns sharing passionate kisses for several long minutes. Agathe smiled and said to Charlotte, “If that isn’t magnificent, I don’t know what is!”

Charlotte replied, “Oh, don’t get me started, Agathe! Ever since that threesome two weeks ago, that’s all she talks about—how fabulous it was and how Lucy knew exactly how to suck two cocks at once! I think your Lucy is pretty damn good!” Agathe laughed and replied with a big smile, “I can confirm that—she’s pretty damn good! She can eat pussy like nobody’s business! She’s just as fantastic at it as her sister! Come on, let’s go say hi to Lucy before the dresses hit the floor—and there’s someone I want to introduce you to.”

I had followed all the conversations and witnessed everything that was going on, and I just couldn’t believe it! What kind of fantasy world was I about to enter? Gloves and sex seemed to be the main focus here, and honestly, it turned me on—I couldn’t hold back my erection. And do these three girls actually have penises? I was hard as a bull in rut and felt euphoric! Charlotte walked over to the three girls—who were deep in an exchange of kisses, saliva, and tongues—and said, “Girls, save some for later! You’re going to end up choking, and Lucy’s going to make a mess on the floor!” The girls stopped their delightful activity, and Florence exclaimed, “Charlotte, that’s just because you haven’t made out with her yet! I swear, her tongue is a real pleasure machine!” Lucy burst out laughing and said, “You’re too good to me, Mistress Florence! But I admit, I’d do our little tryst from two weeks ago all over again in a heartbeat!”

Charlotte took Lucy in her arms, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Perhaps one day, when I’m feeling a bit better? Hello, Lucy—I’m so glad you bring so much joy to my beloved little Florence!” And she replied, “Oh, Mistress Charlotte, you know very well that Mistress Florence is excellent too, and combined with the expertise of our magnificent Elisabeth, it makes for an unbeatable powerhouse duo for a double penetration!”

I had no idea Lucy had this side to her! She struck me as a real naughty minx! Hearing them talk like that made me get even harder! Then Agathe interrupted the conversation, saying, “Ladies, I’d like to introduce you to Edward.” The three women turned toward me; the blonde girl clapped both hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. She shouted, “Oh my God, Charlotte! He looks just like you did before you changed—but like a baby version of Charles! Oh, how I’d love to fuck a mini-you!” She turned to Elisabeth and said, “Lucky you! You’re going to tell me what it was like, right?” Elisabeth replied, “Mistress Florence, let’s not put the cart before the horse, please! One thing at a time!” Florence answered, “You’re right, Elisabeth! Thanks for keeping me on the straight and narrow, as always! We really make a great team, the two of us!”

The door opened, and a tall woman with black hair cascading down to her buttocks entered with a feline grace. She wore a short, sleeveless black leather dress, long opaque stockings held up by a black garter, and pointed black shoes with towering heels that made her look even more imposing. She wore the same style of makeup as Agathe and long black leather gloves that reached her shoulders. She exuded stature and determination. She walked over to Agathe without a word; they looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, caressing each other’s cheeks, and then kissed passionately. Then the lady spoke in a lighthearted tone that made everyone laugh: “If our three frivolous young ladies can swap spit to their hearts’ content, my sweetheart and I can certainly do the same!”

Then she took her place behind a chair, with Béatrice at her side, and spoke. “Béatrice, what do you think?” She replied, “Mistress Maeva, based on a quick glance and an equally rapid analysis—but guided by Lucy’s sound advice—I believe he is ready. We can proceed with the next steps, if you wish.” Suddenly, a flash of realization struck me, and I saw the image of that woman talking to my mother and threatening my father. Then, several memories came flooding back. She was always there when Aunt Agathe came to visit us. Aunt Maeva… How could I have forgotten her existence—and, above all, Agathe’s! They both used to come see us every week, and it was Aunt Maeva who had given me my yellow rubber gloves!

She resurfaced, like the little girl buried deep within me! I had locked away the memories I shared with those two wonderful women, and it all came flooding back like a movie playing at high speed!  I smiled, and Maeva noticed. She said aloud, “Little Edward, why are you smiling like that? Has something resurfaced in your mind? Can you tell us about it?” There was a moment of silence, which Agathe broke by placing her hand on my arm. She said to me, very softly and gently, “Edward, Mistress Maeva gives you permission to speak. Go ahead, my little kitten!” I tried to say something: “I…”

Then, I found the courage to pull myself together and spoke openly. “Mistress Maeva, until a few seconds ago, I had no idea you existed. It was upon seeing you in all your splendor and hearing your voice that I pictured you in my mind—talking to my mother and getting into arguments with my father.”

Agathe and Maeva exchanged a glance, and Maeva simply said, “And?” I continued, “Mistress, a flood of images came back to me. You were the one who gave me that pair of yellow rubber gloves that brought me so much pleasure. I used to call you Aunt Maeva; you would come to our house every week and spend a lot of time with me while Aunt Agathe talked to my mother and tried to calm down my father, who was angry. Now I realize that the gloved caresses on my cheeks weren’t from Mistress Agathe, but from you! You understood me and were so kind to me. You used to tell me I was a beautiful, well-behaved, and intelligent little girl, and that you would take care of me no matter what happened.”

There was a heavy silence, and Maeva said, “Ladies, Edward—let us sit down, please. As an exception, the assistants will take their seats alongside their mistresses for this interview. Take your seats, and let us begin.” She looked me straight in the eye and said, “For today, you can drop the ‘Mistress’ if you like—I won’t hold it against you—but know that in the future, you must call all of us ‘Mistress’ followed by our first names. Is that clear enough for you?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress Maeva, but I want to start calling you ‘Mistress’ right away.” She smiled and said, “That’s perfect; it does you credit.” She paused, clasped her hands, and rested her chin on them, as if deep in thought.

Then she began to speak. “Young Edward. You have grown into a young man of great courage and determination. I apologize for having to abandon you for a few years, but your father was threatening me, and he would have lost everything had he carried out those threats. Agathe and I withdrew to spare you from trouble even worse than what you were already enduring. I knew that as a teenager you were being subjected to corporal punishment for who you truly were, and Agathe and I are deeply sorry about that.”

She paused briefly and continued, “However, even though the physical abuse was unacceptable, you never flinched; you even fed on that pain, finding immense pleasure in it. You eventually confronted your father and buried your true self to spare your mother the backlash. The little kitten we loved so dearly buried herself to protect the one who had given birth to her—the one who understood her above all else. Yesterday was a happy day for you, and a source of immense satisfaction for Agathe and me—and for Lucy, of course! Our little kitten has made a strong comeback and is trying to bury Edward for good. And today, you tell me that everything is coming back to you, which means the little kitten is winning. However, there are still several steps ahead for the little kitten; this morning, we’ll see if we can help her fully emerge from her hiding place and neutralize Edward—and what your father wanted—so that the little girl who has always been inside you can blossom and flourish in peace and love.”

I didn’t know whether I should say anything, but I felt good and ready to face Edward. Then Maeva asked me, “Edward, are you ready to leave and permanently give up your place to the sweet, innocent little girl who wants to reclaim hers?” And I replied with the utmost sincerity, “Mistress Maeva, yes, I want to, and I am ready to let Edward go. Can you help me with that?” Florence whispered to Charlotte, “It’s wonderful! It’s exactly, exactly, exactly like your situation! You should help her—you’re the best person to handle this!” Maeva caught the whisper and said, “Ladies?”

Charlotte spoke up: “Maeva, may I have a word with Edward?” Maeva nodded and leaned back in her chair. Then Charlotte looked at me and spoke gently: “Edward, how are you feeling right now?” I replied, “Mistress Charlotte, I feel wonderful. I feel such joy being here with you, and deep down, I know that what I want more than anything is to fully rediscover the little girl I used to be.” Charlotte smiled and asked, “Yes, but has that little girl grown up since she went into hiding, or is she still fourteen?”

I hadn’t expected that question at all, but deep down, I knew the little girl had grown stronger and matured. I answered the question: “Mistress Charlotte, I doubt that my true self remained stuck at fourteen; I feel that even though the little girl has been hidden away all this time, her soul has continued to grow alongside Edward, and she is ready to resume her life with the help of guidance and an education. However, we must not harbor false illusions. That little girl will always be a docile, cheerful child, and she will always retain the heart of a curious youngster thirsting for knowledge and constant joys. That is her temperament.”

I saw the people at the table exchange glances; Mistress Florence’s mouth was wide open in a broad, surprised smile, Maeva offered a faint smile while slightly lowering her head, Charlotte gave me a wonderful smile, and I felt Lucy’s hand caressing my thigh. Charlotte continued, “Well, that’s quite an attitude! I see the little kitten has just crossed another boundary! Edward, you’re only eighteen—you have your whole life ahead of you! Why not take the time to think about what you really want?” I considered how to phrase what I wanted to say without being disrespectful, then replied, “Mistress Charlotte, may I be a bit direct—and perhaps even irreverent?” Charlotte laughed and nodded. “And you, Mistress—why did you wait until your age to finally put Charles to rest for good?” Florence burst into hearty laughter and said, “Oof! Right in the teeth, old girl! The little girl just totally owned you!” Maeva stifled a laugh, while Charlotte laughed wholeheartedly and said, “That settles it—I’m going to help you, little kitten! Just don’t bite me again, though!”

Then, Maeva spoke up again: “Little kitten, what is your relationship with the gloves?” I felt my cock getting a bit hard and replied, “Mistress Maeva, it’s true that ever since the little girl went into hiding, the gloves and I haven’t been in sync. I even asked Mistress Agathe what the deal was with the gloves here. But deep down, it turned me on; as the memories come flooding back, I realize I used to love gloves when I was younger, and seeing all of you wearing them turns me on so much that I’m fully hard!” Lucy placed her hand on my cock and said, “Confirmed—he’s hard as a rock!”

Maeva continued, “And what do you think about having to wear gloves all the time? Would that be a problem for you?” I replied without hesitation, “Mistress Maeva, the only problem that might arise is that I’d be constantly aroused. But that’s my problem to deal with!” Everyone burst out laughing, and Florence said with a laugh, “Don’t mention that to Gabriela; she’s been teasing Charlotte about it every day for six months because she’s always got a hard-on!” She touched Charlotte’s cock and said, “And yep, another huge erection! You two are exactly alike!”

Maeva teased Charlotte, saying, “That—that’s going to stay with you for a long time, my dear!” She continued, “Edward, what do you think about pleasure? Do you like receiving it? Giving it? What do you think about surrendering to pure sex? What about love in the midst of it all?” The answers came easily to me, so I answered from the heart. “In my view, love can be given and received in many ways. I do believe in emotional attraction between two people, yes, but I think that’s too limiting. Why not love more than one person at a time? You just have to let your love flow and surrender to it! As for sex—aside from masturbation and the sublime spankings from Mistress Agathe—I’ve never had sexual relations with anyone, so I can’t really say I know what I’m talking about. But I’d love to learn!”

Florence blurted out, “Are you more into pussy, cock, or both?” I replied, “Mistress Florence, I’m not gay, if that’s what you want to know. Mistress Agathe can confirm that—I explained it all to her yesterday. I hate men, but I absolutely love women. I’d eventually like to transition into a woman but keep my penis and balls. Everyone started laughing “You and Mistress Elisabeth are both stunningly beautiful, and I gather you each have a penis. But I see two lovely women who have the best of both worlds; if I could, I’d gladly surrender myself to taking one of your cocks in my mouth and learning to suck it just the way a woman would!”

Elisabeth says, “I love that little girl! She thinks just like us, doesn’t she, Mistress Florence? The little kitten is actually burying Edward! If you want my cock, come and get it, my little princess! And it’s Elisabeth—I haven’t been raised to the rank of Mistress.”

And Florence added, “Have you ever experienced anal pleasure?” I felt myself blush and replied, “Mistress Florence, unfortunately not. It’s not something that had crossed my mind, but I’m eager to learn! Are you offering to teach me?” Florence answered, “Of course I’ll teach you, my little kitten! So, if I understand correctly, you’ve never had your cock sucked either?” Just talking about all this made me so hard that I felt fluid wetting my boxers.

I replied, “Mistress Florence, not that either. I know I have a lot to learn.” Charlotte laughed and said, “If I were you, I’d ask Lucy to give you a blowjob. Florence keeps raving about her having one of the best mouths among us all!” Lucy laughed and replied, “Mistress Charlotte, are you a little jealous of my talents?” and everyone burst out laughing. Maeva rapped on the table three times and spoke up: “Ladies, a little seriousness, please. Edward, the last question is very important, and I want you to answer it without thinking. I’ll ask the question, and you answer immediately—forget about the ‘Mistress’ title. Just say whatever comes out of your mouth without even thinking about it.” Everyone fell silent, waiting for the question and my answer.

Maeva asked her question: “Edward, what do you expect from us, and what would you want most if we decided to include you in our circle?” And I answered as quickly as possible: “I want Edward to disappear, and I want to go back to being the little girl I was and the one I want to be! I want to choose a female name for myself and begin my transition! I want to become like Mistress Florence, Mistress Charlotte, and Elisabeth! And above all, I want to become like all of you—to study and learn so many things—but I don’t want to go to school; I want to stay with you! Teach me, instruct me in every possible field! And especially everything about sex and the art of love! I want to explore, discover, and experience pleasure!”

There was a silence as everyone looked at me, smiling. Then Maeva said, “Little kitten, would you like to step out of the room for a moment? Wait in one of the armchairs in the hallway; Béatrice will come get you when we’ve finished talking.” My fate was in their hands, but I was hopeful I would join them. And I would do anything not to disappoint them.

In the room, the discussion began with Agathe—who hadn’t said a word during the interview—speaking first. “So, ladies, what do we do?” Charlotte replied, “Personally, I think that ‘kitten’ has grown into a lovely, delicate young cat, and that Edward decided to leave just as Charles did six months ago. I vote to include her and teach her.” Florence said, “I adore that girl! She’s curious and has such a thirst for learning! I vote to include her.” Elisabeth then responded, “I like her too; she’ll fit right in with the group. I vote we make her the fifteenth member.” Then Béatrice spoke up. “She’s perfect! Young enough to be mold properly, and she has a truly contagious desire to learn. She has exceptional strength of character, she knows where she’s headed, and I adore her too! And maybe I could show her a thing or two using her tongue!” Everyone burst out laughing.

Maeva looked at Lucy and asked, “And what do you think, Lucy?” Lucy replied, “She is very sincere, and since thawing out, she is no longer the same person at all. She will be an asset to your team, though she will need a lot of time to learn the ropes. Mistress Agathe and I can also handle some of the training, allowing you to focus on your own tasks.” Maeva looked at her beloved and said, “You hit the nail on the head, Agathe; the two of you are the reason our little kitten has come back to life! So, shall we hold the initiation tonight?”

Agathe’s face lit up as she asked, “So, are we initiating her in the basement?” Maeva replied, “Of course not! She deserves a very special, private initiation—and you’re the one who will lead it, my love! Meanwhile, I’ll have her room and wardrobe prepared.” Charlotte asked, “But what will her role be?” Maeva smiled and said, “She wants to learn? She’ll be the very first student of our brand-new academy!” Charlotte asked, “But what will this initiation entail?” It was Béatrice who answered: “This event must be organized by the members of the Great House to prepare the new recruit for the transition to the Manor. Lucy, it is your job to organize this event. Tell us what you plan to do.”

Lucy broke into a big, radiant smile and said, “A medical exam!” Béatrice burst out laughing and said, “Oh! I think I know where you’re going with this! And you’re going to use the special exam room Mistress Agathe had fitted out just for you and your medical fantasies!” Lucy got excited like a little girl and said, “Yesssss!” Florence asked, “And I suppose you’re volunteering to take this exam?” Lucy looked at her with shining eyes and replied, “Well, obviously! Mistress Florence! But only if you and Elisabeth join in with me!” Both women jumped for joy, and Elisabeth laughed and said, “Holy shit—a third cock in her mouth!!!”

Agathe says, “Perfect—but just the three of you. And you, Lucy—you’d better come eat my pussy the way only you and your sister know how!” Charlotte laughs and says, “Here we go again! I’m going to hear about this for another three weeks! I’ll send Heather over to help you get the little one ready.” Then Maeva said to Béatrice, “Béa, please go get our little kitten.” Béatrice left the room, came over to me, and asked, “How are you feeling?” I replied, “Confident.” She smiled at me and said, “Come on, Mistress Maeva is waiting for you with the others.”

In the room, Maeva said to me, “Edward, we’ve made a decision that entails quite a few changes for both you and us. We’ve all been impressed by your courage, resilience, determination, eagerness to learn, and your burning desire to leave Edward behind. There is just one step left before you can join us and make your final decision. Tonight, you’ll undergo your initiation; you’ll have to choose your girl’s name for good and let Edward go. From this moment on, we’ll stop calling you Edward and call you ‘little kitten’ until you find your new name. Go in peace, little kitten, and good luck with the final step.”

I felt immense pressure on my small shoulders and was nervous about this initiation. What did it involve? I was nervous, yes, but curious at the same time! Agathe had called in the hairdresser, who gave me a superb short cut—short at the back with the hair standing up on top. It was a real “spunky little girl” haircut, and I loved it. Then came dinner, and Lucy joined Agathe and me to eat. Once we’d finished, Agathe took out three vials of a dark green liquid; she gave one to Lucy—who smiled—and then handed one to me.

Lucy tells me, “It’s for the initiation. You don’t have to take it, but I highly recommend it to awaken your senses and let your true self emerge without inhibitions or restraint. Plus, it’ll keep your erection rock-hard for a long time and significantly delay ejaculation so the pleasure lasts. You’ll feel euphoric and a bit loose, but your mind will open up and your senses will be heightened tenfold. You’ll be relaxed yet wide awake. Cheers! Oh, and the effects can last up to eight hours; it takes about an hour and a half to kick in. See you later!”

Agathe says to me, “Don’t be afraid; you’re going to experience pure pleasure and completely surrender yourself. Go get ready, Heather; Charlotte’s assistant is already here to lend a hand.” I arrived in my room and saw a beautiful woman with black hair, dressed exactly like Elisabeth had been earlier. She said to me, “Good evening, little kitten! I’m Heather, and I’ve come at Charlotte’s request to help you get ready. It’s a big night for you, and we’re going to make you look beautiful! While I get your outfit ready, go take a shower—and be careful not to get your hair wet; it’s freshly styled!”

I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. Heather said, “Come here; I’m going to do your makeup.” She worked on my eyes using brushes and pencils, then said, “You know, I did exactly the same thing for Charlotte six months ago. Purse your lips a little.” She applied my lipstick. “Look at me! Perfect! You can look in the mirror now.” I saw the little girl I wanted to be, and I thought I looked beautiful! I said, “I look beautiful!” Heather replied, “But you *are* beautiful, little kitten! You’re so young! In a few years, Florence and Elisabeth will be jealous of you!” And she burst out laughing.

Then she asked me, “Did you take the relaxant?” I replied, “Yes, and I think it’s starting to kick in; I feel strange and I feel like laughing and partying.” She answered, “Excellent! Now, take off that towel so I can help you get dressed! Come on, it’s not the first erect penis I’ve seen, you know!” She handed me some beautiful, silky black thigh-high stockings and told me to put them on. They were soft, and I loved the sensation on my legs. Then, she handed me a rather tight, white satin blouse with very short sleeves and told me to put it on. Next came a very short red-and-black plaid skirt, which I slipped on. I said, “But this looks like a schoolgirl outfit!” Heather laughed and said, “Well, it *is* a schoolgirl outfit, little kitten! Now, have you ever walked in high heels?” I replied that I had, but never in my own size. “Let’s give these a try, then. Put them on and walk around the room. Keep your back straight—that’ll help.”

After a few unsuccessful attempts, I managed to walk without breaking my ankles, and I started to feel more confident. Within about fifteen minutes, I had really gotten the hang of walking in them. Then, Heather handed me a pair of black gloves made of a material I had never seen or touched before. It was incredibly soft, and it really turned me on! As I slipped them on, I saw just how tight and smooth they were—like a second skin. They went all the way up to my elbows. “A special request from Mistress Florence; she’s absolutely crazy about latex.”

Then she asked me, “How are you feeling?” I replied, “Pretty good—a bit heavy, but my brain is racing! I feel numb but super alert!” She said, “Wonderful! Come on, it’s time. Are you ready?” And I answered, “Let’s go.” We walked down a hallway that led to a stone staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, there were a few armchairs and a door. Heather told me to sit in one of the armchairs and wait for her; she opened the door, went inside, and closed it behind her.

After about ten minutes, the door opened and Heather appeared. “Little kitten, come here.” She let me in and stepped out of the room. It was clearly a fairly large medical room, fully equipped with everything necessary: ​​a chair with stirrups, an examination table, and shelves stocked with vials and all sorts of medical instruments. A metal cart on wheels had been positioned next to the chair, with a large, lit lamp positioned above it. At the back of the room, facing the chair, stood an armchair positioned so that anyone sitting in it could see everything. Cameras were set up in the room to film from every angle. I was amazed and absolutely thrilled! My initiation was going to be a medical examination!

Then, Mistress Florence, Elisabeth, and Lucy entered the room through a small door beside the armchair. All three were wearing the same outfit: long white thigh-high stockings, white high-heeled shoes, a short white nurse’s dress that ended just below the buttocks, a procedural mask, and surgical gloves. I was freaking out! My heart was racing, and I was completely captivated by the concept! Lucy went around starting up the cameras, while Elisabeth silently took me by the hand and positioned me facing the armchair. Then, the door opened and Agathe walked in, dressed just like the other three girls.

Agathe sat in the chair, crossed her legs, and spoke. “Little kitten, it is time for you to fully break free and bury Edward for good. After your rite of passage, you will officially become the first student of the new Maeva Academy. Have you chosen your name?” I replied, “Yes, Mistress Agathe. I have chosen to honor my mother, and I have selected Hilda as my maiden name.” Then, uncrossing her legs, she said, “Hilda, get on your knees and come taste your mistress’s pussy.” Lucy gave me a gentle push, held my arms behind my back, and bent me forward. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began licking my mistress’s pussy. Agathe let out a soft moan, and I felt her pussy grow wet beneath the strokes of my tongue. Lucy pulled me back up, and Agathe said, “Hilda, surrender to the pleasure—Explore, come, and make come.”

Lucy lowered her mask, cupped my face, and kissed me. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but her tongue was so soft that I decided to mimic her movements. She stopped, looked me in the eye, and said, “That’s good—keep it up!” She slipped her tongue back into my mouth while sliding her hand under my skirt to grab my hard cock. She stroked it gently as she swirled her tongue in my mouth, then she cupped my balls and caressed them, kissing and licking my neck before moving her tongue back to my mouth; meanwhile, she grabbed a buttock under my skirt and stroked my penis, which was rock-hard with desire.

Florence and Elisabeth had removed their masks and approached us, wrapping us in an embrace. They took turns kissing me on the mouth, and the four of us swapped tongues in turn. Then, Florence took my hand and placed it on her hard cock. Instinctively, I began to stroke it with my latex-gloved hand. Then, Elisabeth moved behind me and kissed my neck while caressing my buttocks with both hands. It was incredibly delicious!

Lucy unbuttoned Florence’s dress from behind and slipped her hands inside to cup her breasts. They kissed, and Lucy freed Florence’s breasts from the dress. I tilted my head slightly and began licking Florence’s rock-hard nipples as she stroked my head. She whispered softly, “Hilda, you’re so good at this! You learn fast!” Meanwhile, Elisabeth moved up beside me; I looked up as she unbuttoned her dress and bared her beautiful breasts, caressing them. I was pleasuring Florence with one hand—licking her breasts—while using my other hand to grasp Elisabeth’s cock and stroke it gently.

Lucy took the opportunity to move toward Agathe; she knelt down and set about eating her out just the way she loved to do. I turned my head and began licking Elisabeth’s breasts; she moaned with pleasure, saying, “Yes, little kitten, lick me!” I’m not quite sure why, but I shifted into a sort of seated position—while remaining on my feet—and took Florence’s cock into my mouth, all the while moving my hand back and forth along the shaft. I ran my tongue over the head, then took the cock back into my mouth and sucked on it.

I stroked Elisabeth’s cock a little harder and sucked Florence’s with relish; she moaned with pleasure as she caressed my hair. Then, I took Elisabeth’s penis into my mouth and did the same, while the two of them caressed each other’s breasts and kissed. Meanwhile, Agathe lifted Lucy’s head and gestured toward us. She says to Lucy, “Well, our little kitten learns fast! Go on, join them—I want to masturbate while watching you in action!” Lucy walked over to us, kissed both girls, and said, “How about we move closer to the table and the chair so we’re more comfortable?” She patted my shoulders and said, “Get up—you’re going to get a cramp in your legs. Come on, beautiful Hilda, let’s go explore a bit.”

She took me by the hand and motioned for Florence and Elisabeth to follow us. Once we reached the chair, she said, “Sit down, spread your legs, and place your feet in the stirrups.” Then she raised the backrest so I would be in a semi-seated position and able to see what was about to happen. From where I was sitting, I could clearly see Agathe caressing herself while watching us and running her tongue over her lips very sensually. Florence and Elisabeth came to stand on either side of me, and Lucy went to sit on a small rolling stool between my legs, ready to examine me! Florence leaned over me and began to kiss me under the watchful eye of Elisabeth, who was pinching her nipples while biting her lower lip. Both of them had remained erect, and their hard penises were turning me on like crazy!

Suddenly, I felt a pleasant, moist warmth around my cock and an indescribable sensation of suction. Lucy had taken my cock into her mouth and started sucking it gently while caressing my balls. She let out little sounds of satisfaction and began to suck more fervently. It was absolutely divine; I had never experienced such a pleasurable sensation in my entire life! Then Florence said, “Look, little kitten—see how Lucy loves sucking cocks! She absolutely revels in it!” Elisabeth then chimed in, “You’ll see, my lovely Hilda: Lucy is amazing with her tongue! She can do absolutely wild things with her mouth!”

Hearing this, Lucy looked at me with a very naughty glint in her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and took my cock deep into her throat while licking my balls and letting out a soft moan of pure bliss. I groaned, showing her how much I loved it. She looked up at me again, took my cock in her hand, and began moving it back and forth rapidly while sucking me furiously and swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. I couldn’t help but let out a sharp, intense cry, and Elisabeth said, “See? She’s incredible with a cock! She’s got amazing talent!” Florence laughed and stroked my hair. Then she said, “You like that, you naughty girl!” And I replied, “Yes, Mistress Florence, I love it!” I took each of their penises in my hands and masturbated them with the utmost pleasure, telling them, “I think I really like your cocks! I love jerking you off in my latex gloves, and I absolutely loved putting them in my mouth to give you pleasure!”

Elisabeth let out a long moan and said, stroking my head, “Oh, little kitten, you learn so fast, and you are divinely good!” Then Florence caressed the hand I was using to masturbate her—guiding it to show me how to pleasure her even more—and said, “Do you like the feel of the latex, little kitten? It suits you perfectly, and you give me so much pleasure, my beautiful little schoolgirl!” I replied, “Mistress Florence, thank you for introducing me to this material and these wonderful gloves! I don’t know if it’s the relaxant making me talk, but these are the most beautiful and softest gloves I’ve ever seen! I adore them!” And Florence replied, writhing with pleasure, “I knew that… Ahhhh, yesss!!! You’re making me cum, you little she-devil! I knew you’d love them! Ohhhh, aaaahhhh! Fuck, you’re so beautiful and you turn me on so much!”

Agathe had moved closer to us, visibly aroused by our pleasure. She unbuttoned her dress and took it off. She had a magnificent body and beautiful, firm breasts that I would love to lick! She placed her hand on Lucy’s head and said, “Darling, save some for later; you’re going to make that poor girl come too soon! I know you absolutely love licking and sucking her cock, but let her discover other pleasures!” She made her stand up, kissed the back of her neck, unbuttoned her dress, and removed it.  She said, “Go drink some water and catch your breath.” She stepped behind Florence, unbuttoned her dress, and removed it. She told Elisabeth and Florence, “You go have a drink too,” and removed her dress too. She took my hand, helped me down from the chair, and handed me a bottle of water. “Drink, my dear little Hilda. You mustn’t get dehydrated. Catch your breath—you have so many other pleasures yet to discover!”

She removed my skirt and asked tenderly, “How are you feeling, my darling little kitten?” I replied, “I feel so relaxed and full of happiness!” I was so relaxed that I foolishly blurted out, “Mistress Agathe, you have such beautiful, inviting breasts!” She smiled, took my head, and buried it between her breasts, saying, “You’re dying to do it, aren’t you, you little bitch? So lick them!” I didn’t need to be asked twice; I licked one nipple while teasing the other between my gloved fingers. She let out a deep sigh of pleasure and pressed my head tighter against her breast so I could take it fully into my mouth. “Come on, you little slut! Bite my nipples! Show me what a bitch you really are!” The insults and the dominance turned me on and fueled me to go even harder.

Then, she pulled my head away from her chest, took my cheeks between her index finger and thumb, and said, “You know you’re a real little harlot?” I felt a gentle wave of warmth wash over me, and I was fully ready to submit to my Mistress. I replied, “Yes, Mistress, I am a dirty, ungrateful little whore!” And she continued, “That’s right! Good girl! I’m going to show you what we do with a little slut like you! Girls, do you see this little tramp who loves sucking cocks? Come here! We’re going to show her how to get fucked like the little whore she is!”

“Lucy, bring the flogger and the spanking paddle. This little brat needs a lesson in good behavior!” Agathe made me bend over face-first onto the examination table and said in a cold tone, “Spread your legs, you little slut!” I was already relishing what was coming—and Agathe hit hard! Lucy arrived and handed the items to her Mistress, who asked her sharply, “What do you expect me to do with these, you little fool? Choose between the two and administer the punishment!” Lucy was taken aback and said, “But, Mistress, I…” Agathe replied in a more annoyed tone, “What? If you aspire to rise to the rank of Mistress one day, you must show authority when the time comes! Suppress your emotions and deliver the punishment she deserves!” Lucy replied, “Yes, Mistress—with the greatest of pleasure!”

Lucy chose the spanking paddle and didn’t hesitate for a second. The first blow was a bit weak and didn’t really affect me. Agathe said, “Is that all you’ve got? Hit harder, come on!” The second blow was so powerful that the sound of the smack echoed through the room, wringing a startled cry of pain from me. At the impact and my reaction, Lucy felt a shiver of pleasure, and her pussy instantly grew wet. The third blow was just as hard as the last, and my cry was one of satisfaction rather than pain. Lucy let out a sound of pure delight and grinned broadly. Agathe’s face lit up, and she said, “There it is!” She placed her hand on Lucy’s pussy, stroked it lightly, looked at her gloved hand, and licked it. Then she said, “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you? You’re getting wet with the desire to give another one!” And the fourth spanking was the hardest I had ever received! Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but it was magnificent!

Lucy was reveling in the pleasure; a dormant side of her personality had awakened. She loved giving pleasure with exquisite tenderness, yet she had just discovered that inflicting delectable pain drove her wild with desire! She moved to deliver the fifth spanking, but Agathe stopped her and said, “Wait! Since our little naughty one seems to be enjoying her punishment, let’s give her even more of it. Mistress Florence, Elisabeth—would you be so kind as to sit side-by-side on the table, facing our curious little princess?”

Florence answered for both of them: “With pleasure, dear Mistress Agathe!” They settled down facing me, and Agathe said, “Do you like cocks, my little kitten? Then give them some pleasure!” I put Elisabeth’s cock in my mouth and began sucking it vigorously while jerking it off, all while stroking Florence’s cock with my other hand. The fifth thrust came with incredible force. I moaned with pleasure and kept sucking Elisabeth’s beautiful cock. Then I took Florence’s into my mouth and continued relentlessly, bracing for the thrusts. Lucy took ten thrusts, each one as powerful as the last. With every thrust, I moaned louder, sucking and stroking the cocks with growing eagerness and sheer delight. Lucy’s pussy was so wet that long rivulets were running down between her legs, and the floor was starting to get soaked; she was deriving immense pleasure from it and had never felt anything like it before.

Agathe exclaimed, “That’s enough! Lucy, you’re absolutely dripping wet! How about letting our little slut—who’s really getting a taste for sexual pleasure—eat you out? Take the ladies’ place, please!” She grabbed a bottle of water, handed it to me, and said, “Drink!” Lucy took the two girls’ spot, and Agathe said, “Now, little kitten, you’re going to pleasure our beautiful Lucy. She richly deserves it for everything she’s done for you! Eat her out with all your heart and soul, and penetrate her with your fingers!” I obeyed, saying, “Yes, Mistress,” and began licking Lucy’s beautiful, wet pussy under the watchful eyes of Florence and Elisabeth—who were caressing each other’s breasts—and Agathe, who was gently stroking her own pussy.

Lucy placed a hand on my head, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back slightly. She let out a loud sigh and said, “Hilda, you’re amazing! You know how to use your mouth without ever having been taught!” I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to penetrate her gently. She pressed down on my head, moaned in pure bliss, and said, “That’s it, keep going just like that! I’ll guide you.” Florence stepped closer and began massaging Lucy’s breasts while kissing her. Agathe opened a cabinet and returned with a bottle of lubricant, which she handed to Elisabeth. Agathe said, “Would our little naughty girl like to get fucked? What do you think, Elisabeth? Would you like to show her how to fuck the ass of a little slut like her?” Elisabeth smiled and replied, “Why, that’s exactly what I was waiting for, Mistress Agathe!”

I felt something wet gently caress my anus and let out a soft sigh. Then, Elisabeth inserted a finger and made small, delicate movements. It was surprising but very pleasurable. Then a second finger slid in, making me moan. I kept eating out Lucy and penetrating her pussy with my fingers, and then I felt something larger enter me. I stopped eating her out and let out a loud cry of pleasure. Every thrust Elisabeth delivered made me lose my senses. I never imagined I could feel such pleasure having my ass pounded like that! Lucy grabbed my head again and said sharply, “Keep going, you little whore! Don’t stop! Make me cum!” I slid my fingers in and put my mouth back on her pussy. Elisabeth was going harder and harder, fucking me without pause. Then, I must have hit a sensitive spot, because Lucy shouted, “Stay right there, press down from the top, and don’t let up!” After a few seconds, she let out a hoarse, intense cry, and multiple hot jets spurted forcefully right into my face. Lucy kept screaming! Elisabeth, who had been pounding me, stopped and said, “Well, would you look at that! She pulled off Charlotte’s secret move!” I had stopped everything and was completely stunned. My face was soaked, and I could see a look of sheer bliss on Lucy’s face.

She pushed me away, climbed off the table, pulled me up, and beckoned Florence and Elisabeth over. She bent down and started sucking us off, one by one. While sucking one cock, she’d grab the other two and give them amazing, rapid strokes. She was going wild and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. She took my cock into her mouth, grabbed Florence’s and took that in too, then managed to fit Elisabeth’s in as well. Florence burst out laughing and shouted, “Holy shit, she actually did it!” Lucy kept sucking all three cocks in her mouth with incredible relish, as if her life depended on it; she firmly fondled our balls and gripped our penises to slide them even deeper inside.

Agathe was beaming and shouted out as she masturbated even more vigorously, “Go for it, my love! You can do it! Make them cum and take it all!” Agathe cried out in ecstasy; Florence held Lucy’s head with one hand and her penis with the other to keep it from slipping out of her mouth, while Elisabeth did the same, grabbing my cock to guide it deeper into her throat. Lucy was insatiable! Her eyes were sparkling, and she seemed happy to give us such pleasure. I felt my climax building and exploded with a loud shout. Then, Elisabeth and Florence came at the same time. Semen was spilling from her mouth and sticking to her chin, yet she kept on sucking like a madwoman!

We pulled our cocks out of her mouth, and she was begging for more! She used her gloved hands to wipe her chin and licked the gloves clean so nothing would go to waste; she wanted to swallow every last drop. She licked her lips and sucked her fingers greedily, as if she were licking a dessert plate! She moaned with pleasure as she swallowed all that cum, then flashed a beaming smile of satisfaction and said, “Wow! Girls, you really had plenty of juice! That was delicious! I could have gone for more!” We burst out laughing, and I helped Lucy back to her feet, my face still dripping.

Agathe handed me a towel, gave one to Lucy, and said, “Come sit on the table and catch your breath, ladies!” We sat side by side on the table, sipping water, as Agathe spoke up. “Wasn’t that amazing? So many boundaries were pushed tonight, and we witnessed some incredible things!” She looked at Florence and Elisabeth and said, “Ladies, a huge thank you for your wonderful participation! You experienced pleasure, but you also gave so much pleasure!” Florence replied with her characteristic liveliness and enthusiasm: “Mistress Agathe, it is such a joy to be sucked by Lucy! She is incredible!” Elisabeth smiled and said, “She’s the best! Though she does have some competition from Hilda!” Lucy, Florence, and Elisabeth applauded, and I felt embarrassed!

Agathe continued, “Lucy, my dear, you really outdid yourself tonight, darling! You taught the lesson and even managed to reveal Charlotte’s secret weapon to Hilda!” Lucy replied, looking up, “Mistress Agathe, that was just a stroke of luck! She hit the spot, and I seized the moment! But damn, was it intense!” Agathe smiled and added, “You also discovered—and really enjoyed—a side of yourself you didn’t know existed! What did you think of it?” Lucy answered, “Mistress Agathe, I wasn’t sure at first with that initial strike, but when you urged me to hit harder and I did, something inside me clicked, and it turned me on incredibly! With every blow I landed, I felt close to an orgasm—but how did you know?”

Agathe burst out laughing and replied, “But it was just a stroke of luck! I wanted to run an experiment and push the limits of your abilities and personality traits—and it worked! The tigress came out, and she learned a thing or two! And you, my little comedian… you really love sucking cocks!” Everyone started laughing, and Lucy replied, “Mistress, sucking cocks is my greatest pleasure in life; it’s an uncontrollable passion. I go absolutely wild when I put one in my mouth! I loved having three at once, but I think there’s still room for a fourth!” She laughed and added, “And I love cum! I’d put it on my toast in the morning!” She laughed again.

Agathe spent a moment staring at me with a broad smile, then said after several seconds, “Our little kitten won tonight—and she roared like a lioness! Hilda, you let yourself go completely, and the most amazing thing is that you gave so much pleasure before even thinking about your own! But where did you learn to do all that? It’s as if you’d been making those moves for ages! Can you tell us about it?” I thought for a moment and replied, “Mistress Agathe, I knew absolutely nothing about any of this, and it all just happened instinctively. In fact, I gave exactly what I would love to receive, and I adored it. I still have a lot to learn, but I’m curious and attentive. Lucy really surprised me, and to be honest, Mistress, she hits quite a bit harder than you do! I could feel her conviction and a genuine desire to inflict that divine pain on me. And I’ve truly taken to heart what she taught me. I should be able to make her squirt next time!” We all burst out laughing, and Florence hugged and kissed me, saying, “I love you so much, my little lioness! And to be honest with you, I didn’t bring it out tonight, but I’ve got a secret weapon too—just for those who have a penis! Ask Charlotte; she’s absolutely crazy about my little trick! I’ll even teach it to you, if you want!”

Elisabeth chuckled and said, “Mistress Florence, you know full well that I’m just as crazy about your little trick—and that you go absolutely wild when I do it to you!” Florence laughed and said, “You little rascal, you’ve let our secret out!” Then Elisabeth turned to me: “My little lioness, how did you like getting fucked the way I did it?” I gave her a huge smile and said, “Elisabeth, it was magical! I never imagined I could feel such pleasure! Getting taken like an animal like that, and the sensation of your cock in my ass, gave me incredible satisfaction! I could have gone on and on!” She smiled and replied, “Well, I’m happy to hear that! But that’s absolutely nothing compared to Mistress Florence’s trick! We really have to show you!”

Florence giggled and said, “Oh yes! We could even ask Charlotte to join in! A fantastic foursome—all about ass and cock—it would be wonderful!” Agathe started laughing and said, “Well, why not! You’ll have to tell us all about your exploits!” And Lucy jokingly said, “Well, I could join you for the grand finale, too, and have four lovely cocks in my mouth!” That brought the house down.

Agathe made one final circuit of the room and asked me, “Hilda, even though I am certain I know the answer, I must ask you a very important question.” Before the question could even be voiced, I said emphatically, “Mistress Agathe! I am staying, and I am ready to do whatever it takes to become one of you!” Agathe chuckled and continued, “Tonight will be your last night in the Great House. Tomorrow morning, you will move to the manor, where you will be placed under the care of the Circle of Fourteen. That will be your home, and you must abide by all the rules. You are to address the seven Mistresses by their rank and first name, and the assistants by their first name. You are strictly forbidden from mingling with the staff or entering their quarters. You must respect your rank and do exactly as you are told. And from now on, I am Mistress Agathe to you at all times as well. Is that clear enough for you, or do you have any questions?”

Florence, being the only other Mistress in the room, added, “Don’t worry, little lioness. It is essentially only to Maeva and Agathe that you owe the utmost respect; never be disrespectful to them, and above all, never offer your opinion unless they ask for it. The six of us are all very kind, and we are all looking forward to getting to know you and working with you.”

I ventured to ask a question: “Mistress Agathe, why aren’t you part of the Circle of Fourteen?” She smiled at me and said, “You’ll find all that out in due time, my curious little lioness! Now go! Go wash up and get ready for bed. Heather will be here at six o’clock to do your hair and makeup. So, breakfast at five and departure at seven for the greatest adventure of your life!” I stayed on the table for a moment; Agathe looked at me and asked, “What is it, Hilda?” I replied, a bit sadly, “But Mistress Agathe, I won’t see you or Lucy again.” Lucy said, “Aww, little lioness!” and came over to give me a big hug. “But of course you’ll see us again! Several times a week, even! We’ll be in charge of part of your training! And I want you to do that thing again! I really want to have fun with you, over and over!” She kissed me languidly; the taste of semen returned to my mouth, and I said, “Semen tastes good! I think I’m going to like it!” She burst out laughing and said, “Start by swallowing the semen from just one penis before you try anything else, you curious little thing! Come on, off to bed!”

The next day, I was in the dining room for breakfast, but neither Mistress Agathe nor Lucy was there. I went back to my room and took a shower. At six o’clock sharp, three soft knocks sounded at the door, and I told the person to come in. It was Heather. She looked stunning with her shoulder-length black hair and impeccable makeup! She was wearing a gorgeous, short, sleeveless black velvet dress, long sheer black nylon stockings with a wide floral band at the thigh, glossy black high heels, and long black satin gloves. Seeing her gave me an erection, and she noticed it. She laughed and said, “You really are just like Charlotte, aren’t you? I’d love to suck you off to bring that down, but we don’t really have the time this morning. But maybe another time? I love penises very much too!”  And she winked at me, as if she knew something.

She had told me that in all seriousness, as if she were discussing some mundane topic. I certainly had a lot to learn! She took out my outfit. It was slightly different from the one I’d worn the night before. Same white blouse, same bottoms, and same shoes. But this time, the little skirt was black-and-gray plaid, and the latex gloves had been replaced by lovely short leather gloves in the same shade of gray as the skirt and there were white satin panties. Then she said, “Lesson number one: the eyes.” She showed me how to apply my makeup and told me she would help me until I could produce a more-than-satisfactory result. “Lesson number two: the lips.” She showed me how to properly apply lipstick and gloss. “Lesson number three: the cheeks”—and she taught me the subtle interplay of colors. I was a quick learner and was already eager to try it out on my own the next morning.

Then she said, “Get dressed! Time is flying!” I got dressed, and she styled my hair. She looked me over, satisfied, and said, “You look magnificent, young lady! You’re going to make a great first impression, and I’m certain Mistress Myako will get soaking wet when she sees you!” She smiled and whispered, “You’re going to hear things that would make most people’s ears burn, but just remember: all the women in the Circle of Fourteen are nymphomaniacs! How’s that erection coming along?” She slipped a hand under my skirt and said, “Oh well, never mind—it won’t be any worse than Charlotte! Let’s go; it’s almost time!”

When we reached the hall, Mistress Agathe and Lucy were waiting patiently, chatting. Mistress Agathe took my face in her hands, kissed me deeply with her tongue, and said, “You look breathtaking, my little lioness! They’ll all be amazed to see you!” Then Lucy looked at me and said, “You look incredible, Hilda; you’re going to make a few of them jealous!” She gave me a lingering kiss and placed her hand on my penis. She started to laugh and said, “Don’t worry! Béatrice won’t let you go around meeting the Fourteen while you’re that aroused!” She laughed and said, “Good luck, my beauty!”

As we entered the Manor’s grand hall, Heather said, “Wait here; I’ll go let Béatrice know.” She disappeared down a corridor, and barely three minutes later, I heard footsteps pounding against the marble; Béatrice appeared, wearing a dazzling, radiant smile. “Simply incredible!” she exclaimed. “You are breathtakingly beautiful, my lovely little lioness! I was right—you’re going to make others jealous! Welcome, little Hilda!” She embraced me with great fervor; it felt just like hugging Lucy. “Come with me,” she said. “We have a little time—I’m going to take care of that small problem of yours before introducing you to the Circle.”

She led me down a hallway, opened a door, and said, “Come in.” It was a spacious bathroom. She bolted the door and told me, “Take off your skirt and panties. I don’t want you making a mess.” She noticed my erection and said, “Wow! That’s really hard! Lucy warned me! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that for you!” She crouched down, gripping my penis with a leather-gloved hand, and gave me a truly memorable blowjob! She swirled her tongue around my cock while it was deep in her throat, all while stroking me and applying fantastic suction with her mouth. In less than three minutes, I felt an orgasm building and ejaculated into her mouth as she watched me come with those deep, intense eyes. She cleaned everything up with her tongue and mouth, swallowing it all without leaving a single drop.

She stood up, smiled at me, and said, handing me a small wet towel, “There! Quick and easy! Clean your cock and put your panties and skirt back on.” She rinsed her mouth with water, took out a small bottle of mouthwash, and rinsed again. I stared at her, open-mouthed, and she said, “Who do you think taught Lucy everything she knows? Mistress Florence and Elisabeth might claim she’s the best at giving head, but that’s only because they haven’t had *me* go down on them yet! And she’d need to be able to fit four cocks in her mouth to match me!” She laughed and winked at me, saying, “Come on, let’s go—they’re waiting for us!”

We went back into the hall and took the stairs up to the third floor. At the top, she opened the first door facing the staircase and said, “My office—er, I mean, *our* office! Your space is at the very back; you’ll have some peace and quiet there to study.” She closed the door. We headed to the right, and she said, “General Administration and Accounting.” Then, at the end of the corridor, we turned slightly left, and she placed her hand on a door handle to the right. The door was labeled “Large Meeting Room No. 1.”

She said to me, “Are you ready? Oh, and by the way, everyone knows every last detail of your initiation! Mistress Florence is very talkative and enthusiastic, and she’s fallen in love with you! Congratulations! You really impress me!” Then she opened the door and let me go in first. They were all seated around a large round table, and Béatrice went to take her place between Mistress Maeva and Mistress Charlotte. Charlotte looked at Béatrice with an amused expression and whispered, “Mouthwash?” Béatrice replied in an equally low voice, “A minor issue you deal with every day, Mistress Charlotte.” Charlotte smiled and whispered, “Oh, is it that bad?” to which Béatrice answered, “I’m afraid so—though it’s nothing unpleasant to handle; quite the opposite, in fact!” As I entered, Mistress Maeva tapped the table three times with a small wooden mallet, and everyone stood up without a word.

Mistress Maeva looked me up and down, flashed a big smile, and started to applaud. All the others followed suit, smiling at me. I smiled back, and then Mistress Maeva spoke. “We have heard—in great detail—that the little kitten has turned into a roaring little lioness! Thanks to Florence for sharing this wonderful news! Little Hilda, you are here before us today because the Circle of Fourteen has been permanently dissolved. You are, therefore, the fifteenth member of the new Circle of Fifteen!” Everyone started applauding, and I saw Mistress Florence looking at me happily, like a delighted little girl. Maeva continued, “I’ve called you my little kitten ever since you were tiny, my lovely Hilda, and rest assured that your place in my heart has always been just as important as that of Mistress Agathe and all the wonderful women you see around this table. Come take your seat between Béatrice and Charlotte, my little lioness and welcome!”

Thunderous applause broke out as I made my way to *my* seat. Béatrice embraced me, and kissed me passionately, saying, “Welcome to the fold, my lovely Hilda!” She pulled out my chair and said, “Take your seat!” Then everybody sat back down except Mistress Maeva. Mistress Charlotte placed her hand on my shoulder, smiled at me, and said, “I am very proud of you, little lioness!” Then Maeva stood up and spoke. “Hilda, you are now part of this council, and your role is that of a student. Consequently, you may not express your views or speak at all until you attain the status of assistant. However, you may—and I encourage you to do so—share your perspective with your mentor; she will assess the merit of your ideas and convey them to us if appropriate. You are here to learn, and your training and education will span several years, until the council decides to elevate you to the rank of assistant.”

Maeva looked at Béatrice and said, “Béatrice, please stand up. Hilda, you stand up too.” We stood up; Maeva looked at us and took Béatrice’s hand. Béatrice, in turn, took my hand, and Maeva continued speaking. “Agathe of the Great House was the first to do everything in her power to bring about Hilda’s emergence and put Edward to rest once and for all. I listened to Agathe—my heart took the lead—and I let her prove to me that Hilda was worthy of joining the Circle. She was right. Although Charlotte was the first to vote for her inclusion and wanted to take her on, it was Béatrice who convinced me to interview her—because our lovely Béatrice has an incredible knack for spotting talent, and it’s no coincidence that her little sister Lucy became the personal assistant to Mistress Agathe of the Great House.”

She continued, “My beautiful and incomparable Béatrice became my personal assistant twenty years ago, taking over from Agathe. She was barely twenty, burning with passion, and—above all—highly talented in countless fields. Just as I always placed blind trust in Agathe, I have always had total confidence in Béatrice, and I have never—not for a moment—questioned her judgment.” She paused, and, moved, said, “That is why, in addition to her title of chief assistant, I am appointing Béatrice as Director of the Maeva Academy and mentor to Hilda. This new academy has only one student for the moment, but it will grow over time; we will seek out very young students to prevent other tragedies like the one Hilda suffered. My dear Hilda, you are the first of a long line, and you are beginning your training right now to become Béatrice’s personal assistant. Embrace and become one!”

Béatrice smiled at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me the most passionate kiss I had received all week. Everyone started to applaud and rose to their feet as we shared our passion. Florence and Elisabeth were weeping with joy, Myako wore a radiant smile, and Astrid covered her mouth with her hands, overcome with emotion. Maeva struck the table three times with her mallet, and everyone sat back down. Then she continued: “You will notice that Hilda does not have a Mistress. Every assistant—or future assistant—is strictly required to have a Mistress; that is the rule. Since Béatrice is my assistant, it would have been logical for me to become Hilda’s Mistress. However, I absolutely did not want to show any bias, so I rejected that idea, acting on Béatrice’s sound advice.”

Maeva glanced around the table to gauge reactions and saw that everyone was captivated by what she was saying. Then she spoke again. “I thought Charlotte would be best suited to become her Mistress, given the similarities they share; however, with her characteristic analytical nature, Charlotte confirmed that she wasn’t the right person for the role, especially following her own recent transformation. So, Charlotte suggested the ideal candidate, and in light of yesterday’s events, it became clear to me that this was the best possible choice.”

Mistress Charlotte looked at me and winked, then Maeva said, “Florence, Elisabeth, stand up. Hilda, stand up.” Once we were on our feet, I saw tears streaming down Florence’s cheeks. Maeva continued, “For the incredible and unwavering love you have shown Hilda during her initiation, and your ardent desire to teach her the Way—Florence, I name you Hilda’s Mistress.” Florence burst into tears of joy, and Elisabeth did everything in her power to comfort her. She continued, “Elisabeth, you will make an excellent teacher for Hilda; together with Béatrice, you will ensure that everything goes smoothly and that she receives the best possible education. Kiss each other passionately and become one.” We kissed with fervor and passion; Florence took my face in her hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “I will love you forever!” Then we returned to our seats, and Maeva took a brief pause before resuming her speech.

Maeva looked at everyone and smiled. She said, “Now, introductions! Mistresses, please stand up.” They looked magnificent in their little, form-fitting, sleeveless white dresses—cinched with black belts featuring large buckles—along with long black thigh-highs and stunning patent-leather heels! And not to mention their long black nylon gloves! If Béatrice hadn’t sucked me off, I’d still be rock hard!

Maeva began the introductions: “To my left is my fiery, passionate Astrid! She’s the VP of Accounting. She’s hot-headed and straight-talking, but very curious. She loves all kinds of gloves!” Astrid spoke up: “Welcome, Hilda! You are absolutely stunning—and just so you know, I fuck everyone! The fantastic blonde beside me is Alice; she’s a bit shy at first, but she warms up pretty fast! She loves fucking everyone too, and if you want to drive her wild, wear surgical gloves—she’ll make you cum in no time!”

Maeva smiled and continued, “Next up, my lovely Myako is the VP of IT security. That little spitfire doesn’t mince words—she’s very direct—but when it comes to teaching, she’s a total sweetheart: patient and understanding!” Myako said nothing at first, then blurted out, “You know, you really turn me on—I got soaking wet the second you walked into the room! I love all kinds of gloves too, and now that we know you can pull off Charlotte’s trick, you’re going to be in high demand, darling! This stunning short-haired vixen here is Niahm. She loves gentleness and tenderness. Her favorite gloves are long satin ones, and since she’s wearing them today, I’m sure she’s all worked up! “Are you getting wet, Niahm?” Niahm smiled and nodded. Then Myako finished by saying, “If you want to explore pure, unadulterated softness, come see her; she’ll stroke your balls until you’re writhing with pleasure!”

Maeva looked at me and said, “Well, that’s quite an invitation! Camille, our VP of Administration. She works directly with Charlotte. She’s 100% lesbian, but she doesn’t say no to a cock every now and then.” Camille smiled and said, “I ask a lot of questions and I’m endlessly enthusiastic—and I like all kinds too! This stunning panther here is Anya. She’s the complete opposite of me, but she puts things in perspective for me and calms me down. Sorry to break it to you, but she really doesn’t like cocks! But she loves having her pussy eaten out and has learned ‘the Charlotte trick,’ so she makes me come several times a week! I have to put plastic sheets down everywhere—hee hee!”

The introductions continued: “This gorgeous Spanish woman here is Gabriela. She’s our VP of security, and she doesn’t mess around when it comes to safety. She’s a fiery, passionate soul—but such a romantic! She arrived here straight, and now look at her—she’s really into women!” Gabriela fixed me with a smoldering gaze and said, “Hilda, you are a stunning little creature! I got so wet the moment I saw you! And I’m sure Charlotte is rock-hard just because you’re sitting next to her! I’m a huge fan of rubber gloves—Florence can vouch for that—so if you want a full lesson on that, come see me, my lovely darling! The gorgeous tall blonde here is Natalia—my beautiful Italian who turned me around and showed me pleasures that stupid men are incapable of understanding! She’s also crazy about rubber gloves, and she confessed to me that she’s really keen on a threesome with you and me! I think she’s really got her eye on you!”

It was Mistress Florence’s turn, and Maeva let her introduce herself without saying a word. “We know each other quite a bit better. I’m the VP of IT, and I work closely with Myako.” She lowered her voice a little and said, “If you want to drive Myako absolutely wild, fuck her in the ass and then let her suck you off! It makes her totally hysterical! Anyway, I’m getting a bit sidetracked, but I’m crazy about latex—though we can talk more about that later. You know Elisabeth, too, and you know the wonderful feeling of her beautiful cock in your ass! She’s a huge latex fan as well; we’re going to initiate you—you’ll see!”

Then Mistress Charlotte spoke up. “I’ve known Maeva for thirty-five years. The day of my initiation was the anniversary of the first time we met—though we hadn’t actually seen each other until six months prior. She’s the one who made me CEO. I’m crazy about satin gloves, and if you really want to experience the ultimate in softness, let me tell you: Niamh is a true expert! You know Heather a little bit. She’ll become your best friend because she’s fantastic and excels at everything; if she offers to go down on you, say yes immediately and just let go—it’ll blow your mind!”

Maeva introduced herself: “I am the Head Mistress, and I have a great love for leather. I am authoritative but very understanding. You’re going to hear about it anyway, so I might as well tell you right now: I have Alzheimer’s disease, and my faculties will gradually begin to decline. This team was formed to take over in a few years, and you are now part of it. I am a confirmed lesbian, and the only people I sleep with are Agathe and Béatrice.” She motioned for Béatrice to stand up and introduce herself.

Béatrice stood up and said, “My little lioness, we don’t know each other yet, but my sister has praised your virtues so highly that I feel like I know you by heart already. You’re a miniature Charlotte in almost every way. You’re even more beautiful than she is!” Everyone burst out laughing, and she continued, “My favorite gloves are leather ones—especially the very long kind. Mistress Maeva knows this and often takes advantage of my weakness. I haven’t slept with many of those women yet, simply for lack of time, but that will come, because I’m in love with all of them. But with you—the minute I saw you in the hall before the interview, I knew. My heart skipped a beat; and now, seeing you looking so splendid and beautiful… I get soaking wet just talking about it. That blowjob earlier was just a taste of what I can do to you.” There were whistles, and Maeva stared at Béatrice, open-mouthed!

After a few minutes of silence, Maeva said, “Well, look at Béatrice opening up! You must have really made an impression on her, Hilda! Make the most of it, because she’s a hell of a good lay!” She laughed and added, “You know, Agathe told me Lucy was incredible, but she doesn’t have her sister’s experience yet. And I think you got a taste of that yourself a little earlier! Lucky you! Hilda, as you’ve likely noticed, we’re all really into sex here—we absolutely love it. There’s no room for taboos; we talk about it openly and constantly. To be honest, most of us screw at least once a day, and some even masturbate multiple times daily—just ask Heather! Most of the ladies around this table have already hooked up with each other. So, you’re very likely to receive propositions—and feel the urge yourself. Don’t hesitate to ask for or suggest a hookup; these lovely nymphos are almost all up for sleeping with you anytime. The most important thing is our motto: Explore, come, and make come.”

Once the introductions were over, Maeva concluded the meeting and said to Béatrice, “Take her to her room and show her around the manor. Béatrice nodded but asked, “Mistress Maeva, I’d like to have a quick word with my assistants first, if you don’t mind.” She leaned in close and whispered, “Mistress, I’d like to organize a little welcome party for Hilda—just among the assistants—so we can get to know each other, if you catch my drift!” Maeva burst out laughing and said, “Good heavens, Béatrice! She’s really got you worked up! Go on, my dear! Let loose for once! Explore, come, and above all—make come!”

Béatrice blushed and smiled. She stood up and said aloud, “Assistants, please remain in your seats; I need to speak with you for a few minutes. Hilda, would you mind leaving us for a moment? I’ll give you a tour right after my meeting with my assistants.” Florence said cheerfully, “Don’t worry, Béatrice—I’ll look after her in the meantime!” Béatrice replied, “Thank you, Mistress Florence.” Then, the room cleared, leaving the assistants alone with Béatrice.

She spoke in a low, honeyed voice to avoid raising her volume. “My lovely friends, I’ve neglected you so much since the circle was formed six months ago, and I feel terrible about it! Before you arrived, I was alone with Mistress Maeva, and my only intimate encounters had been with Mistresses Maeva and Agathe and my sister Lucy. Now, I know society and its rules frown upon sex between family members, but for us, it’s a completely different story.” Anya said with a little snicker, “I’m still waiting for you to eat my pussy!”

Béatrice smiled and continued, “Hilda’s arrival changed something in me and awakened what I had buried under work and obligations.—I have a lot of lost time to make up for with you all in that regard. So I thought, why not start tonight by organizing a little welcome party for Hilda—just for the assistants?” The assistants looked at each other, stunned and completely thrilled by the idea. Natalia said, “Wow! Count me in!” Anya, beaming, said, “Then I’m putting my name at the top of the list so you can eat my pussy!” Alice said, “I’m second! I can’t wait to experience the pleasures your legendary tongue delivers!” Elisabeth smiled and said, “Great, I’ll get to fuck Hilda’s tight little ass again tonight!” Heather exclaimed joyfully, “Wonderful! Will I get to try out the new blue surgical gloves Mistress Maeva dug up for me? Either way, there’s going to be some pussy to eat!” Then Niahm said shyly, “That little one makes me wet! A bit of tenderness will do her a world of good!” Béatrice smiled and said, “So, are we all agreed?” And all six of them heartily said yes.

Alice, who hadn’t said much up to that point, spoke up: “I propose we start a weekly tradition that brings all eight of us together—no exceptions. We pick a theme each week and have a blast!” Béatrice gave her a dazzling smile and said, “That’s an excellent idea, Alice! In fact, I’m going to show you exactly what I can do with my tongue tonight! As for the very first theme, I’m proposing one that will push some of us out of our comfort zones while bringing immense pleasure to others.”

Niahm said, “I like the idea! A little spanking might just tempt me! What do you suggest?” Béatrice smiled and said, “I’ve heard that you usually pick out your favorite gloves and outfits for your little get-togethers. To let Heather try out her new gloves without having to wait too long, I propose a theme night featuring surgical gloves and latex gloves. That gives you two choices, and the options complement each other perfectly. You have plenty of outfits in your walk-in closets to get creative, ladies! If you need anything specific, just ask me; I know a shipment of new, different gloves arrived a few days ago.”

Clearly thrilled with the theme, Elisabeth says joyfully, “Hilda discovered latex yesterday, and I think she loved it very much. She even claimed the gloves she wore were the softest and most beautiful she’d ever had on. So, since Niahm wants to bring a touch of softness, I propose we dress Hilda entirely in latex. And I think the evening itself should be all about softness! Niahm can guide everyone in that direction—no roughness, aside from maybe a playful smack or two, but rather tenderness, sensuality, and an awakening of the senses through gentle caresses!”

Niahm approached Elisabeth, caressed her cheek with infinite gentleness, and kissed her very softly, with delicacy and tenderness. Then she said, “Like this, my beautiful one?” Elisabeth bit her lip sensually, smiled at her, and replied, “Exactly like that!” Béatrice seemed very pleased and said, “Wonderful! That’s the plan. I’ll take care of the arrangements. We’ll use the large playroom; I’ll have it set up accordingly. See you at lunch.” Surprised, Anya asked, “You’re going to have lunch with us?” Béatrice replied, “From now on, I’ll always have my meals with the seven of you.” She took out her phone and made calls to arrange the evening’s preparations.

Béatrice came out of the meeting room and saw that I was deep in conversation with the six Mistresses. The assistants had gone off to attend to their tasks, and she said to me:

“Come, I’ll show you your room! Your things have already arrived.”  Béatrice thanked the Mistresses, and Florence said to me, “See you later, little lioness!” We went down to the second floor, and she said, “To the right are the Mistresses’ rooms and those of their assistants. Over here is your room, along with rooms for potential candidates. Further down are our quarters, featuring a cinema, a gym, and game rooms of every kind—and when I say *every* kind, I mean *every* kind!” She gave me a mischievous wink.

The first door on the right was my room, with a stylized sign reading “Hilda.” Béatrice opened the door and showed me in. The room was huge and included a bathroom and a sitting area with every amenity. There was even a bookcase filled with books and a large television mounted on the wall! Armchairs were arranged here and there, and I even had a dresser with a mirror for applying makeup.

She spoke, “for the past twenty years, my room has been downstairs, near Mistress Maeva’s. I know my room isn’t close to yours, but it isn’t far from Mistress Florence’s. So, if you need something important, don’t hesitate to knock on her door—unless the “Do Not Disturb” sign is up. In that case, come downstairs to see me immediately. In any event, you’ll receive your new phone sometime today, and my number will be in your favorites.” Béatrice opened a door and exclaimed, “Ta-da!” It was a huge walk-in closet filled with hanging plaid skirts in every color, blouses in various shades, and dresses! Shoes and boots were arranged on shelves—there must have been around fifty pairs! She opened one of the drawers next to the wardrobe and said, “Here are all your undergarments, socks, and gloves.” Hanging on the wall was a sheet listing the days of the week, with detailed instructions on exactly what I was to wear. She says, “Even though you are the only student for the moment, follow the dress code at all times and make sure you don’t get the day wrong!”

She took a small black-and-grey handbag from the closet and said to me, “Here, for carrying your makeup and phone.” She glanced at a small chest of drawers next to the bed and added, “Oh! And here is your new phone! Please hand over the one you have now.” I replied that I didn’t have one; she seemed surprised but said nothing. She glanced at her watch and said, “Goodness! It’s already time for lunch! Before we go—and before you hear it from someone else—there’s a little party in your honor tonight. Just the assistants and the future assistant. I have to tell you right now: you’re in high demand, and you’re going to get plenty of love and pleasure! No Mistresses are invited. Let’s go eat; I’ll give you a tour of the Manor afterward.”

We went down the stairs and turned right once we reached the hall. We turned right again at the end of the corridor, and she opened the first door on the right. She said to me, “This is our dining room. A little further along are the kitchens, and then the Mistresses’ dining room. The kitchens are situated between the two dining rooms to make serving easier.” Upon entering, I saw that the table was already occupied by the six assistants and that two chairs were still free. Béatrice said, “Sorry for the slight delay, girls—we didn’t notice the time!” Natalia said, “You’re forgiven, my dears! We haven’t been served yet. It’s strange seeing you here, Béatrice!” I asked her, “Why is she saying that?” Béatrice smiled and said, “Because I’ve neglected my assistants ever since the circle was formed! I always grab a quick bite at my desk! But that’s going to change from now on—and it’s largely thanks to you!”

Anya said cheerfully, “Our Béatrice really likes you! But I can’t wait for her to like us a little, too! It’s about time she ate my pussy!” Amused, I couldn’t help but reply, “If she eats pussy as eagerly as she sucks cock, you’re in for a treat, babe! Let me tell you, her tongue is incredible—I got a taste of it this morning!” Heather laughed and said, “You’re lucky to have gotten that special treatment, my little lioness—because if we’d had the time, *I’d* have been the one to take care of that little problem between your legs!” Béatrice laughed and simply added, “And according to some, Heather is quite the champ in that department!” I replied, “Well, I can’t wait to compare! You’ve got competition, Heather! I’ve already had Lucy and Béatrice!” Heather chuckled and answered, “Challenge accepted! I love cocks and cum, too!”

And Alice said, “And you love eating pussy, too! You’re a damn good licker, to boot!” Niahm said, “Wow, the little lioness has quite a roar and gets wild fast! I really like this one!” Elisabeth shot back, “Niahm, you like her a hell of a lot more than that! I’m sure you’re getting wet just thinking about all the sweet things you’re going to do to her tonight!” Niahm replied, “You’re jealous because you’d love to be able to get wet instead of just getting hard! Hilda, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is!” Everyone burst out laughing, and I said, “So, if I understand correctly, I’m going to have to handle all of you tonight?” Alice said, “Except Anya!” Anya frowned and said, “I didn’t say that! If Hilda does the Charlotte thing with me, I’d be up for it! I just said I wouldn’t suck her cock!” Elisabeth said, “But if she fucks you from behind, it’s no different than a girl with a dildo!” Alice said, “Elisabeth has a point there!” Anya looked a bit frustrated and said, “We’ll see when the time comes! It’s true I almost said yes to a double penetration scene with Elisabeth and Mistress Florence.”

I put my foot in my mouth by saying, “Well, I’ve never put my cock in a pussy or an ass before, so don’t worry about double penetration tonight!” There was a silence, and they all stared at me in astonishment. Béatrice broke the silence, saying, “You shouldn’t have said that! Now you’re going to have to pay the price, my little lioness—who roars pretty loud!” Heather added, “Oh, you bet! Now you’ll have to prove yourself and fuck us one by one! And Anya, don’t be a prude! Explore, come, and make come!”

Béatrice said in a slightly innocent tone, “Girls, tomorrow is Saturday and we’re off. What do you say we take some relaxant tonight?” Anya exclaimed, “Really? Well, if we take relaxant, I’d love to try getting fucked by a cock—or why not two?” Heather said, “Girls, if I take relaxant, I get really, *really* kinky—you know that, right?” Alice replied, “Then let’s take it and fuck like crazy!” Niahm said, “Ouch! When I’m on relaxant, I get even more into it, and I’m even softer and more sensual!” Natalia nearly choked on her mouthful and said, “Oh my God! If I take that, I’m going to have my way with every single one of you—no exceptions! I am totally up for it!” Elisabeth said, “Why not? Hilda, what do you think?” and I replied, “I think that if I feel the way I did last night, I’m going to want to suck you like a demon!” Elisabeth answered cheerfully, “Then we’re getting some! You know, girls, our little lioness learns fast? Before long, she’ll be a fierce competitor when it comes to sucking cock!”

Heather asked me, “Hilda, have you ever swallowed cum?” I replied, “Yes—my own! While licking Mistress Agathe’s shoes!” She laughed and said, “So, I’ll take care of your cum, and you swallow Elisabeth’s?” Béatrice said, “What about me?” and I answered, “I’m happy to share with you, if you like!” Everyone burst out laughing, and Béatrice replied, “You’re too kind—it’s a deal!”

Lunch over, the assistants wished me a good afternoon and headed to their respective offices. Niahm quickly walked over, gave me a tender kiss, and said, “See you at dinner, my lovely feline! I’ll be thinking about what I’m going to do to you all afternoon!” Béatrice laughed and told her, “Niahm, focus on your work, or Mistress Myako will punish you!” Niahm replied, “Oh, she’ll just want me to eat her out so I can focus on the work!” Béatrice retorted, “Yes, but if she complains to me about your work, you’ll have to answer to *me*!” Niahm laughed and said, “Promises, promises!” Then she left.

The tour of the Manor began, and Béatrice said to me, “You settled in pretty quickly! You’re a fast learner!” I replied, “Is it always like this during meals?” She laughed and said, “I don’t know, but knowing them, I’d say so! We’ll both find out soon enough!” Béatrice took the time to show me everything, and the guided tour lasted the entire afternoon. She took me around every floor and to all our designated areas on the grounds, and explained the rule about always wearing gloves outside our rooms—even at the pool, using nylon gloves designed for that purpose. We met each Mistress in her respective department, and each one introduced me to her team. Gabriela explained that her team consisted of eight agents who guarded the estate twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. They were armed and trained for combat. Béatrice told me that Natalia was a formidable fighter and an incredible shot—and that she was fierce on the job! It didn’t pay to cross her.

I had noticed that every girl on every team was dressed in a form-fitting black sleeveless dress that hugged her thighs, black nylon stockings, and black high heels. They all wore short black leather gloves, regardless of the department. Béatrice explained to me that they always dressed that way and that the majority of them stayed on the estate during the week, spending their weekends at home. A few lived on-site permanently for security purposes and had a small house at their disposal. Everything was provided for them, and they all earned a very decent salary.

I found it fascinating! I asked Béatrice, “Are the employees glove fetishists too?” Béatrice smiled and replied, “No. They follow the dress code but aren’t like us. However, there’s a seventeen-year-old intern on Mistress Myako’s team who started last week. We’re certain she’s one of us; she was recruited jointly by Mistress Maeva and Mistress Myako. They’re currently sizing her up. If she passes the interview and the outcome is positive, she will become the second student—provided she accepts, of course!”

My brain was racing, and equations were tumbling through my mind. Then I asked her, “Béatrice, if Mistress Maeva’s health deteriorates, she’ll inevitably have to be replaced! And if she wants to run her academy and take on students, she can’t very well hold it here in this—let’s face it—very adult and uninhibited universe! I was told I was training to become your assistant, which means you’re bound to become a Mistress sooner or later. So, why not host the Academy in the Great House? There are twenty-four unoccupied rooms in there, and plenty of large ones that could be turned into classrooms!”

Béatrice stopped walking, turned toward me without a word, and studied me for a brief moment with a completely expressionless face. Then, she burst into a genuine, joyful laugh and said, “Well, would you look at that! You’re a sharp, perceptive one!” She pointed to two armchairs and said, “Come on—I’ll reveal to you what I was going to reveal later anyway. This arrangement has been in place for a year, ever since Mistress Maeva was diagnosed. You know that Mistress Charlotte and Mistress Maeva have known each other for thirty-five years. Well, even though Mistresses Maeva and Agathe are a “couple”—physically and sexually—and love each other deeply, it is Mistress Charlotte who holds Mistress Maeva’s heart! Those two are united for life and share an unconditional love!”

Everything was falling into place in my mind, and my memories were completing the puzzle. I said to her, looking thoughtful, “So, Mistress Charlotte is going to become the High Mistress, you’re going to take Mistress Charlotte’s place, and Mistress Agathe is going to become the Head of the Academy!” Béatrice smiled and said to me, “There you go! And you’re going to become my assistant! Mistress Charlotte and I will split Mistress Maeva’s duties. I’ll be in charge of the entire estate—including the Great House and the academy—while Mistress Charlotte handles the financial empire and all the companies. The idea for the Academy came from Mistress Agathe and Lucy. They—and they alone—are spearheading the project, with Mistress Maeva’s help. My little lioness, you’re the one who sparked the creation of this Academy! And you are here for us to teach you everything—the inner workings of the estate, the lands, the various properties, and all that it entails. Take tonight’s celebration, for instance: managing this kind of event will be your responsibility—ensuring nothing is missing and everything is perfect!”

She took me by the chin, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “You’re going to make one hell of an assistant!” Then she kissed me with those incredible tongue movements of hers! Her watch beeped, and she looked at her, saying, “Dinner is in fifteen minutes! We’d better get going so we can get ready for your welcome party! Your outfit is already hanging in your walk-in closet, and Heather is coming to help you get ready. Oh, I almost forgot! Starting tonight, every Friday evening we’ll have this kind of get-together—just the eight of us—to bond and have some fun. They’ll be themed nights, and tonight’s theme is surgical or latex gloves. Elisabeth picked out your outfit for tonight, but for all the future ones, you’ll have to be creative!” I replied, “Surgical or latex gloves… It promises to be quite a night!” And she answered with a smile, “Oh, absolutely—it’s going to be wild!”

We arrived just a few minutes before the others; then they all arrived at the same time, chatting and laughing loudly. Béatrice said, “Well, girls, what’s got you in such a good mood tonight?” Natalia replied with a laugh, “Don’t play the comedian, Béa! You know perfectly well we’re in the mood for a wild night!” Just then, Niahm walked past me and whispered in my ear, “You drive me crazy! I’m going to give you some pleasure tonight, my beautiful little roaring lioness!” She planted a soft kiss on my cheek, then stuck out her tongue, gave it a gentle lick, and went to sit down.

In the blink of an eye, my erection returned. Béatrice slid her hand under my skirt and announced, “This looks promising! We’ve got a ‘Charlotte-style’ bulge here!” Niahm smiled triumphantly, blew me a kiss, and said, “Welcome.” Dinner was served, and the wild antics resumed with renewed vigor. Béatrice asked Heather, “Have you tried out your new gloves?” Heather replied, “No, I held off, but by mid-afternoon I couldn’t take it anymore—I was so wet just thinking about tonight! I slipped on a pair of gloves I keep in my office and, with Mistress Charlotte watching with amusement, I masturbated like crazy! Mistress Charlotte closed the office door and told me not to cry out too loudly. I squirted a little, and it was running down the insides of my thighs! I had to stifle a scream, but I came!” Alice said, “I hope you licked your glove after you came?” Heather replied, “What do you think?” Alice answered, “Cool! You and I think alike on that; there’s nothing more satisfying than licking a surgical glove wet with our own juices after climaxing! Fuck, I’m getting wet just thinking about it!”

Natalia said, “Hey, I’ve got a proposal! Since Hilda is basically the queen of the night, she has to take us all on one by one and manage to give us the shivers without making us cum!” Anya replied, “I’m in!” Elisabeth said, “Me too—provided she takes my cock as deep into her mouth as possible without gagging!” Heather said, “Honestly, girls! Give her a break,” and I replied, “Alright! Challenge accepted! I’ll give you all a little shiver as an appetizer; it’ll be good practice for the main course!” Alice said, “Let’s do it, but you have to take a shot of whiskey before you eat me out, just to warm me up a bit!” Béatrice looked at me and asked, “Do you really want to do this?” and I replied, “Absolutely! But Elisabeth goes last!” Everyone burst out laughing, and Heather said, “Girls, it’s going to be a fucking great night!” After dinner, we were served shots of a relaxant; Béatrice said, “Ready? Let the party begin!” and we downed our shots in one go.

Heather said to me, “Hilda, don’t be surprised if the relaxant kicks in faster, since you took some yesterday and it’s still in your system!” I replied, “Well, I’ll get kinky sooner!”
She smiled and said, “I’ll come by your room in an hour. Take a shower and start getting ready; your outfit is hanging in front of the door in your walk-in closet.” An hour later, Heather knocked on the door and entered. She was dressed as a nurse, wearing a short dress with buttons down the front that were easy to undo; she had left a few of them open, offering a glimpse of her breasts. She wore long white nylon thigh-highs and white high-heeled shoes. Her eyes were made up in black, and she wore a bright, luscious red lipstick!

She wasn’t wearing gloves! I said to her, “But where are your gloves? You could have gotten caught!” She started to laugh, showed me her pocket, and pointed to a packet of gloves. Then she said, “I took the long way around to avoid the stairs. We’re allowed to go from one room to another in our quarters without gloves.” Then she said, “Come on, I’ll help you with your makeup.” I replied, “Supervision only—I want to do it myself. I’ve already picked out what I need to go with my gorgeous latex outfit! I’m going to be all in black with blonde hair! I’m going to look stunning!” I started applying black mascara and more black on my eyelids, then put on black lipstick and gloss. Then she said, “Look at me. Fantastic! You’re a quick learner, gorgeous!” Putting on the latex was a bit more of a challenge. First the garter belt, then the stockings, and finally the short little dress with a strap around the neck. She said, “Wait!” She pulled down the top of the dress, helped me put on a pair of latex fake breasts, and said, “We did the same thing for Mistress Charlotte!” Once the fake breasts were on, she pulled the top of the dress back up, and I saw a magnificent bust perfectly molded to my torso! I was overjoyed! I asked her, “Can I wear this every day?” She replied, “Well, of course—if you want to!”

Then, she helped me slip on long black latex gloves that reached up to my shoulders and said, “You’re perfect! We won’t need to add any shine. Put on your shoes and walk to the back of the room sensually.” I was hard, and the effects were starting to kick in. “Turn around slowly, come back—you look magnificent and absolutely fabulous!” I replied, “I’m getting an erection just looking at myself in the mirror!” She started to laugh and said, “You’re going to make us all wet and give Elisabeth a hard-on tonight.” She took the packet of gloves out of her pocket, opened it, removed the paper wrapping, and laid it on the bed to unfold it. She exclaimed, “Oh my God! They’re gorgeous—look at that beautiful dark blue!”

She was squirming on her feet. She picked up a glove, let out a soft, plaintive little cry, and said, “Oooooh, they’re incredibly soft!” She slipped it on while wriggling and crossing her legs, as if she needed to pee. The glove reached up to her elbow. She stroked it with her hand, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy; she was experiencing immense pleasure, and seeing her like that sent shivers of pleasure through me. She put on the other glove and began to tremble. Her legs gave way, and I had to steady her. I asked, “Are you okay?” She smiled at me—her eyes still rolled back—and said, “I just had an orgasm!” Then, she raised her gloved hands to her face and smelled them. I saw shivers run along her arms; her body shook like a leaf, and she let out another, louder moan.

She caressed her cheeks and neck, sighing loudly. She undid two more buttons on her dress, slipped her hands inside, and caressed her breasts, throwing her head back and letting out a hoarse cry. She turned me on incredibly; I found her so beautiful when she was aroused like that! I had to admit that her gloves had an effect on me and that I was hoping she would touch me with them. She pulled herself together, buttoned up two buttons, and said to me, “I’m making you hard, aren’t I, my little lioness?” I replied, “I’m already hard, but damn, seeing you cum like that really turns me on!” She smiled and said, “That’s the effect surgical gloves have had on me since I was tiny! Just seeing a pair makes me instantly wet, but these ones are the ultimate! I orgasmed without even touching myself!”

She pressed her hands against my face and said, “Smell them!” I took a deep breath. They had a somewhat strong chemical scent, and with the second breath, I felt my body tremble slightly as a massive shiver ran through me. She said, “That’s it! You love the smell too! It makes you shiver with pleasure!” Then she lowered one hand and reached under my dress to grab my cock, which she began to stroke. I let out a low gasp of ecstasy, and she started jerking me off, whispering, “You love it! Yes, you love it! You were hoping so much I’d jerk you off with these amazing gloves! You wish I’d never stop! You want me to make you cum, my little lioness! But we’re going to stop for now. I promise I’ll make you cum like never before later on!”

She looked at me with a mischievous little half-smile and said, “Let’s go! Let the party begin! Explore, come, and make come! We walked to the end of the corridor, and the large playroom was the first door on the right. A “Do Not Disturb” sign was already displayed on the door. She opened it and ushered me inside. The room was indeed spacious; a huge bed stood facing the entrance, and the mattress was covered in glossy black sheets. Heather said, “Fantastic! Béatrice had a latex mattress topper put on! It’s going to be so soft and smooth!” The lighting was dim all around the bed but of very high intensity over the bed itself.

I glanced around the room and saw cameras everywhere, so I asked, “What’s the deal with the cameras?” Heather replied, “Everything is filmed to preserve the memories. Mistress Florence’s team edits the footage to keep the best angles and scenes.” Then she added, “But the cameras in this room are live, too, and can broadcast to the movie theater if the broadcast code is entered. I think it’s going to be shown tonight; some of the mistresses have expressed a desire to watch. There are some who are going to masturbate while watching us!”

Tables and sofas had been arranged all around the bed, allowing people to sit and watch the action in the center. Various sex toys, such as dildos and strap-ons, had been neatly placed on the tables, alongside boxes of surgical gloves in various sizes and bottles of lubricant. Over to the left, at the far end of the room, I could make out various cabinets, stools, tables, and a large X-shaped cross, but that area wasn’t lit. I asked Heather what it was all about, and she smiled and said, “You’re definitely going to like that corner, but we won’t be going there tonight because this is a gentle evening. That area is for pain and submission.”

Various bottles of spirits, wine, and champagne had been arranged on the right on a sort of bar. Bottles of water had been placed in a small refrigerator, just in case. Heather said to me, “Do you want something to drink? I’m going to have a glass of champagne.” I said, “Me too, then!” The relaxant was really kicking in, and my erection was driving me absolutely wild! I could feel my anus stretching, and it was making me incredibly horny!

The door opened. It was Anya and Alice arriving. They were giggling like schoolgirls, and I heard Alice say, “I’m totally gone! I get wet just looking at my gloves!” Anya replied, “I’m pretty turned on too! And I have to admit, these gorgeous gloves really do it for me!” Alice was dressed exactly like Heather. Same dress, same stockings, same shoes. The only difference was their gloves. Alice’s were a glossy dark green and reached mid-arm.

As for Anya, she was wearing the same dress, but in red; she wore the same stockings and shoes—also in red—and likewise had on white surgical gloves reaching to the middle of her arms. Barely thirty seconds later, it was Niamh’s turn to make her entrance. She was dressed exactly like Heather and Alice, but in a pale green dress and magnificent brown surgical gloves that reached almost to her elbows. All four of them had exactly the same lipstick and eye makeup! It was strange seeing Niahm with red lips, but it really suited her!

The three girls came over to join us, and I stared at them, open-mouthed and in a trance. I said, “Girls, you look so hot—you make me want to fuck you right now!” Niahm moved seductively close to me and whispered in my ear, “Not so fast, my little lioness! Don’t roar too soon! But you… you make me want to suck you gently. You are simply majestic, and even though I’m pretty high, I have to tell you—you’re making me so wet.” She sensually licked my lips from bottom to top and caressed my shoulders with incredible tenderness. I felt a burning fire spreading through me!

Alice, in turn, stepped closer, caressed my cheeks, and kissed me. Her gloves were incredibly soft—just like Niahm’s, for that matter! She whispered, “You look radiant, and you’re making me flush with heat, my darling little lioness!” She slipped her hand under my dress, gave a mischievous smile, and very gently stroked my cock, murmuring, “Oh… it’s so hard!” She placed her hand over her pussy, stroked herself lightly, and showed me her glove, wet with the juices of her desire. Then, she licked it while giggling like a schoolgirl and biting her lower lip.

Anya looked at me and said, “You are absolutely breathtaking! Seriously, you’re turning me on so much that I want to touch your cock with my soft gloves! Can I?” She slid her hand under my skirt to cup my penis in her palm. She let out a soft sigh, licked her lips, then gently closed her fingers around my penis one by one and began to stroke it very softly, all while the other three watched with excitement. She whispers, “It’s really hard! I had no idea that touching and caressing a penis would give me such sensations! Will you let me have a taste? Maybe I’ll actually end up liking it?” She kissed me on the mouth, using her tongue, and said, “I want you!” Heather smiled and said, “We’re quite the concept, don’t you think?”

In the movie theater, Myako says, “Can you believe the effect that little lioness has? It’s incredible—even Anya touched her cock! It’s the first time she’s ever held one in her hand, and suddenly she wants to shove it in her mouth and get fucked!” Charlotte replied, “She certainly has plenty of charisma!” Gabriela added, “I can’t wait to see what happens next!” Camille said, “I have to admit, I’d happily let that gorgeous creature fuck me!” Astrid replied, “Be patient—it’ll happen! We’ll have a threesome!” Moved and excited, Florence said, “She’s amazing, you’ll see! She’s going to be fantastic!” And Maeva grabbed a piece of popcorn, saying, “She managed to win Béatrice’s heart, and she’s back to her old self! Incredible!”

Then Elisabeth and Natalia walked in. They were dressed exactly like me, though Elisabeth was in red and Natalia in yellow. Their makeup was identical to the others’, and a multicolored aura radiated from them. Elisabeth came over, kissed me, and said, “We make a great couple, you and I! Tonight, we’re going to have a blast, darling, and I’m going to teach you a trick you’ll never forget!” Natalia leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, “You look so beautiful and radiant, my lovely lioness! Black suits you perfectly, and you’re positively glowing with the joy of living! I can’t wait to give you a blowjob and have my pussy eaten out!”

Heather had completely forgotten as the relaxant had already kicked in. She set down her glass of champagne, took Alice, and showed her the new blue gloves. Alice’s eyes widened; she took Heather’s hands and let out a little squeal of excitement. She held the gloves up to her face and breathed in their scent. She let out a deep sigh of contentment and felt a wave of warmth wash over her. She said, “So, what was it like? Tell me!” Heather realized she was wearing her blue gloves; she began to squirm and cross her legs. Catching the scent of the gloves, she let out a cry as her eyes rolled back. Trembling, she opened her mouth and cried out in ecstasy. She took a deep breath and calmed down, feeling a warm glow deep inside. She took a sip of champagne and flashed a radiant smile at Alice, who asked, “An orgasm?” Heather replied breathlessly, “That’s the second one already!” Alice said, “You’re so lucky! You climax just thinking about your gloves! Will you be able to finger me with them later?”

Béatrice made her entrance like a panther. We all watched her walk in majestically. She was dressed exactly like Elisabeth, Natalia, and me—but all in white. She looked stunning, and her stride spoke volumes about her intentions. She was wearing black makeup, just like me. She stepped toward me, took my glass, pulled me into her arms, and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. The kiss lasted at least two minutes of pure passion; then she pulled back, looked at me tenderly, and said, “Little lioness, you’ve brought back the woman I used to be so long ago. Tonight, it’s my turn to thank you properly!” She handed my glass back and took one for herself; we all raised our glasses, and Béatrice said, “Explore, come, and make come!

Niahm pressed against me, caressed my cheek with the back of her index finger, and whispered softly in my ear, “Come with me.” She took my hand and led me toward a sofa. We sat side by side; she took my glass, set it on the table, and whispered right into my ear, “You’re beautiful—incredibly beautiful! You make my heart race and make me feel all hot and bothered.” She gently caressed my cheeks, letting the gloves merely graze the skin without applying pressure. She moved down toward my neck, gazing at me sensually. Then, she leaned in and let her lips softly brush against my neck and shoulders, planting light kisses here and there while continuing her gentle, gloved caresses.

She rose and straddled me, facing me, and caressed my hair and cheeks; she grazed my lips with a finger, letting the glove slide softly against them. Then, she cupped my face and kissed me languorously. I tried to touch her, but she pushed my hands away, insisting I let her take the lead. She ran her hands over my fake breasts—right over my dress—then looked up and smiled at me, whispering, “They look good, but when you have real ones, it’ll be a thousand times better!” Then she went back to kissing me tenderly.

Elisabeth said to the other girls, “Let’s go over there before Niahm keeps her all to herself!” Anya came and sat next to us, evidently to watch. Heather took a seat on a side sofa, and Alice came and sat beside her. Elisabeth and Béatrice came to sit at the foot of the bed, facing us, to watch as well and Natalia sat alone on a couch preferring watching on her side. Niahm continued planting soft, delicate kisses on my lips, neck, and shoulders, and began moving her hips slightly to rub her pussy against my erect penis beneath my robe. She let out soft, gentle moans to show she was enjoying it. I had never received such gentleness and tenderness in my entire life, and I surrendered to those delightful caresses.

Alice bit her lip and undid a few buttons on her dress, slipping her hand inside to caress her breasts. She let out a soft sigh as she pinched a nipple, then leaned back against the sofa, shifting her hips forward and spreading her legs slightly. Niahm stopped kissing me, took a cushion, and climbed off me. She placed the cushion on the floor and knelt down. She very gently lifted the hem of my dress and smiled. Anya bit her lip and put a finger in her mouth to lick and suck on it. Then, Niahm took my penis in one hand and caressed it very softly, letting only the glove touch the surface without applying any pressure. She made light back-and-forth movements, still without exerting any pressure. I closed my eyes and let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

It was incomparably gentle. Alice had unbuttoned her dress halfway, baring her breasts, and was slowly caressing herself in time with the caresses Niahm was bestowing upon me. Anya placed her gloved hand between her legs and began to stroke her pussy very softly, letting out little sighs of contentment as she watched Niahm at work. Unable to wait any longer, Heather had also started gently caressing her pussy, feeling her soft gloves slide over her wet clitoris. She let out a moan, and Alice smiled as she lowered a hand to her crotch and began to gently stroke her wet clitoris with her green glove.

Béatrice did the same. She, too, began caressing her pussy very slowly, carefully matching Niahm’s rhythm. She took Elisabeth’s gloved hand and placed it on her own penis, encouraging her to masturbate it gently as well. Niahm began planting soft, light kisses on my penis, blowing gently and running her tongue along its length while carefully avoiding the head. Then she grazed the sides with her lips, still never touching the head. My breathing quickened, and the sensations were simply wonderful. The other six girls masturbated delicately while watching us, each letting out soft moans of pure pleasure. Then Niahm gently took my penis into her mouth and began to suck it softly. I let out a long, louder moan. And Niahm began to suck a little faster, while maintaining the same gentleness and pressure.

Myako simply couldn’t believe it! Her Niahm was leading the way, and all the others were masturbating in time with her gentle rhythm, helping Hilda discover the joys of that gentleness. Astrid said to her, “Admit it—that makes you incredibly wet!” Myako replied, “Well, yeah! What do you think? Just look at Niahm go! You can’t help but get turned on!” Camille let out a little cry of pleasure and said, “Excuse me, I got carried away!” “Don’t apologize, Camille! Masturbate and let your pleasure out,” said Maeva. Charlotte replied, “I have to admit, it’s quite a show so far!” Florence added, “Aren’t they magnificent, pleasuring themselves like that?” And Gabriela said, “As for me, I’m waiting for things to go further before I touch myself!” Maeva said, “And I have to admit, this concept involving surgical gloves and latex is really interesting!”

Myako said, “Maeva, I have to admit, seeing you stark naked like that while wearing surgical gloves feels a bit strange!” Maeva laughed and replied, “But Myako, we aren’t completely naked! We kept our stockings and shoes on, and we’ve all put on surgical gloves! The reason I wanted us to be naked tonight is so we can really give free rein to our pleasure while watching our assistants go at it—and I find that incredibly arousing!”

Niahm gently stopped her magnificent, tender blowjob, ran her tongue up the length of my cock, then took Anya’s hand and placed it on my penis, saying, “Your turn. Go ahead! You’re dying to do it, and you’ll find it a hell of a lot better than a silicone dildo!” She stepped aside to make room for Anya and headed to the bar. In the movie theater, Camille exclaimed, “She’s going to do it! I bet you she’s going to suck it! The lesbian in her is opening up and exploring!” Maeva replied, “That’s great!” Astrid said, “And what about you, Maeva? Wouldn’t you be tempted by a nice cock—at least once before you die?” Maeva answered, “There’s only one cock I’m going to try, but I’m not ready yet.”

Anya started masturbating me while kissing me languidly. Then she said, “You know, this is the first cock I’ve ever held in my hands? And I think I love it!” She began stroking faster, letting out little sighs. Then she whispered, “I won’t be as good as Niahm, but can I try putting it in my mouth?” I smiled, caressing her cheeks and head, and replied, “It’s not a competition, Anya! Just explore!” Anya smiled at me, slid off the sofa, knelt on the cushion, and very gently took my penis into her mouth; applying light suction, she began to suck me avidly. Camille says, “I knew it! And she actually likes it, too! Myako, do you see what I see? The little lioness managed to convince a lesbian to suck a cock!” Astrid laughs and whispers, “Camille, don’t disturb Myako while she’s masturbating! She’s super focused!”

Alice was masturbating Heather, and Heather was masturbating Alice. Both were thoroughly enjoying themselves, letting go and expressing their pleasure with loud moans. Béatrice had taken hold of Elisabeth’s cock and was stroking it vigorously while thrusting her fingers into her pussy, crying out in pleasure. Natalia kept watching in silence, legs crossed sipping her drink. In any case, she was captivated by the whole spectacle, and it didn’t bother anyone, since they all knew she took immense pleasure in voyeurism. Anya kept sucking me off and was really getting into it! And honestly, she was pretty good for a beginner! Niahm came back with bottles of water and a shot of amber-colored liquid, which she set on a table next to the bed. Then she went over to Alice and Heather, held out a hand to each of them to help them up, and said, “It’s challenge time, girls! Hilda said she’d do it!” Alice and Heather looked at each other, and Heather said, “Wonderful!” Alice, for her part, said happily, “I want to go first!” They stood up, and Niahm asked Béatrice and Elisabeth to scoot over a bit to make room for the other girls. The bed was wide enough for all seven of them to sit side by side while still having space to move. She motioned for Natalia to come and sit down. She stood up and took her place between Elisabeth and Béatrice, crossing her legs again.

Niahm turned back toward us, leaned over to Anya, and said, “So, gorgeous, how do you like sucking a real hard cock?” Anya kept sucking me frantically, and Niahm started to laugh, saying, “Oh! So you really love it, my beautiful panther! Come on, get up and go sit next to Béatrice. It’s time to get your pussy eaten out by Hilda!” Anya stopped, stood up, and said, “Oh yes! The challenge!” Then she went to sit next to Béatrice. Niahm held out her hands, inviting me to get up from the couch, and whispered in my ear, “Show us what you can do with your tongue and mouth, my beautiful little lioness!” She grabbed some cushions and spread them on the floor in front of the bed. Then she asked, “Girls, can I go second?” Heather shifted over a bit, patted the mattress with her hand, and said, “Of course, my sweet redhead!” Astrid said, “But what are they doing there? Why are they lining up like that?” Myako sighed and said, “Can’t you see they’re all about to get gobbled up by Hilda? Shut up and listen! Go masturbate—that’ll keep you busy for a bit—and let me get myself off!”

Niahm handed me the glass containing the amber liquid and said, “To warm Alice up, as promised!” I took the glass and downed the shot, holding the liquid in my mouth; she took a seat between Alice and Heather, and I dropped to my knees, swallowed the whiskey, and set about eating out Alice’s pussy, which was wet with pleasure. At the very first licks, Alice let out a long moan and gently placed her hand on my head. I licked her with delight, sliding my tongue into her pussy, and heard her moan even louder. She caressed her breast while holding my head, then cried out, “Holy shit! You’re so good! You learn really fast, little lioness! Come on, show Niahm what you can do!” She looked at Niahm with wide, astonished eyes and said, “She’s incredible!”

I shifted slightly and, smiling, began eating Niahm out. I was incredibly gentle with her, just as she had been with me. I heard her sigh and whisper, “Oh my God.” Then I licked her a bit more vigorously for a few minutes, and she moaned with pleasure; she was incredibly wet, and I gave her truly royal treatment. I knew when to stop when she started screaming loudly, grabbing my head to pull it away from her pussy. Laughing, she said to me, “How did you manage to learn to do that in less than a day? Just imagine—with some experience, you’re going to be a total goddess! Béatrice, Heather! You’ve got some competition! I’m loving you more and more!”

Heather said, “Competition! Just like that! Did you hear that, Béa?” Béatrice replied, “She has to prove it to us; I’m skeptical!” Then Heather said, “Come on, show me what you can do!” I had quite a surprise in store for her. It was going to be fierce! As she spread her legs, I grabbed her by the buttocks, pulled her hard against me, and began devouring her wildly with my mouth. I sucked her clitoris passionately, thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, and went back to eating her out with determination. She must have loved it, because she was screaming like a madwoman, saying, “Fuck, you’re a real little bitch!” She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed down, making me eat her out even more fiercely. I felt fluid flowing into my mouth; she let go and screamed, “Stop! Stop, I’m gonna cum!”

She stared at me in a daze and said, “Say, are you some kind of humanoid with artificial intelligence? You learn incredibly fast! It’s amazing how you devour pussy like that! Béatrice, you’re not going to believe this!” Alice placed her hand on my shoulder, handed me a bottle of water, and said, “Drink and catch your breath!” Laughing, she added, “You’re pretty impressive, young lady!” Maeva was overjoyed! She had even started masturbating along with the other Mistresses. Astrid said, “Myako, we really need to invite this little lioness over soon!” Myako replied, “I can see that! I’d give anything to take Anya’s place—she’s in for a real rough time!”

Anya had been waiting for this moment for a long time and was dying for me to lick her little pink pussy. She spread her legs and lifted them into the air as she lay on her back, holding onto the heels of her shoes to offer up her pussy to me. Camille smiled and said, “That’s her favorite position! She loves getting eaten out and fucked while she’s set up like that!” I placed my hands under her buttocks to lift her slightly and licked her clitoris. I opened my mouth and used small sucking motions, taking her entire pussy into my mouth at once. She got wet and let out a long moan of satisfaction. The more I ate her out, the more she cried out and the wetter she got. She was positioned so perfectly that my tongue could go deep, and I flicked it against her insides, making her moan with pleasure. She let out one last cry, saying, “Stop! That’s enough! Don’t make me come just yet, for fuck’s sake!”

Everyone started laughing, and she said, “She’s fucking amazing! She eats pussy to perfection!” Béatrice looked at me and said, “Well, show me that, my little lioness—roar!”
I knew I’d have to get creative to impress Béatrice. I planned to use my fingers too, but I’d have to stop in time to avoid pushing her over the edge too soon. I started by eating her very gently, running my tongue over her pussy and clitoris. I traced a path down to her anus, licking it softly, before moving back up to her pussy. She let out a sharp little cry and said, “Wow!” Then, I repeated the same movement, but a bit more firmly and quickly. She sighed, “Fantastic!” and stroked my hair. As I repeated the motion, I lingered longer on each spot and intensified my licking.

She began to moan more loudly and said, “Little lioness, you are really good at this!” Hearing that, I slid two fingers into her pussy and made small movements against the upper wall, right on her G-spot, all while continuing to eat her out with relish. She let out a loud cry, saying, “Little lioness, you’re making me come!” but I kept up the movements. She cried out in ecstasy again and again. Then she said to me, “Little lioness, stop, or I won’t be able to go on afterwards!” She looked at me with a wide, toothy grin and announced, “Girls, we’ve got a pussy goddess on our hands!”

Natalia sat with her legs crossed, her yellow latex-gloved hands resting on her thighs. She said to me, “It won’t be that easy with me, little lioness. You’re going to have to show me you can roar loud!” I took a sip of water, leaned forward, and began to lick the shoe on her crossed leg. She seemed surprised but let me do it. I licked the top of the shoe, then the sole, all while looking at her with a feline gaze. Then, I put the heel in my mouth and began to suck on it gently. She sighed and said, “You catch on fast; you’re a good girl.” I had just hit a sensitive spot, and the others were all amazed. Béatrice said, “Incredible—Natalia, the little lioness, just found your weak spot!” Then, I took off her shoe, put her latex-covered toes in my mouth, and began sucking on them avidly, all while looking at her with a very naughty expression to make her get wet.

I ran my tongue over the sole of her foot while holding it in my hands. The sound of latex against latex was arousing. I lingered on the sole, then on her toes, before running my tongue over the top of her foot with quick, light strokes, like a mother cat licking her kittens. She let out a small sound and said, “Damn, you’re making me wet with pleasure!” I grasped her leg with my latex-gloved hands and stretched it out, pointing it up into the air. I kept licking her leg, using longer strokes like the lioness I was, and made my way up to the top of her thigh. I could see the inside of her thigh, with trickles of fluid sticking to the mattress. She moaned with pleasure, watching me, completely captivated.

I let go of her thigh and very gently took one of her hands, which I began to lick—first the palm, then finger by finger, taking the time to suck on each one with pure pleasure while looking at her with eyes that longed to make her come. She let herself go and relaxed her muscles, and I took the opportunity to spread her legs and reach her pussy, which was soaked with desire. I began licking her fiercely and rapidly, sucking on her clitoris and burying my tongue deep inside her while making small, circular motions. She started moaning loudly and cried out, “Oooohhh! You are so good at this! I give up—you won the bet!” She looked at Béatrice and said, “But Béa, she has absolutely no experience! What’s it going to be like when she actually does?” Béatrice smiled and said, “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

I positioned myself in front of Elisabeth; she stroked my hair and said, “I know you’re good at this!” I replied, “Oh really? Are you sure?” I grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart with my hands, then began licking her anus with eager frenzy. She let out a gasp of surprise, her breathing growing heavier and faster with every stroke of my tongue. She cupped her breasts and kneaded them vigorously, crying out, “Hilda! That feels soooo good!” She began letting out short, successive cries as she threw her head back. I licked her balls and took the whole sack into my mouth, running my tongue over it. She cried out in pleasure and looked at me in disbelief. Then, I took her cock into my mouth and sucked vigorously while stimulating her anus with my index finger. She cried out louder and louder, her breathing ragged like someone on the verge of climaxing. Then I took her cock deep into my throat, pulled it out, and licked her balls. She writhed and cried out in pleasure, saying, “Damn, you are incredible!” I slowly slid her penis out of my mouth while applying strong suction, and when it finally popped free, it made a little “pop” sound. In the movie theater, everyone was masturbating and moaning, and some were even thinking about starting to have sex with each other.

I got back up and, looking at the girls, said warmly, “So, shall we have a quick shot of whiskey?” They all burst out laughing, and Alice went to get a tray with eight glasses. Béatrice raised her glass and said, “Explore, come and make come,” and we downed our shots in one go. Then Béatrice took me by the hand, laid me down on the bed, lifted my dress, and straddled me. She caressed my cheeks and said tenderly, “Have you never put your cock inside a pussy?” Then she took my cock in her hand and sat down on it, smiling at me. The sensation was incomparable. It was soft, warm, and wet. She lowered herself as far as she could and began to grind her hips. Then she leaned down to kiss me, placed her hands on my arms above my head, and began moving her ass up and down, sliding her pussy along the length of it.

I let out a sigh of genuine pleasure and she said to myself, “We’re all going to have our way with you, darling!” She got up, and Niahm took her place, doing exactly the same thing. Then Niahm went over to Béatrice; they lay down—half on their backs, half on their sides—facing each other so that their cunts were touching. They caressed their own breasts and rubbed their cunts against one another. Natalia straddled me and fucked me hard. After a few minutes, she got up and squatted over Niahm’s face; Niahm began devouring her pussy. Heather then took her turn fucking me for a while before settling her pussy onto Béatrice’s face, who licked it greedily. Alice took wicked pleasure in sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, plunging it as deep as she could; I was in a state of ecstasy, fucking for the first time in my life.

Alice grabbed a dildo and went to lie down next to the girls, who were in the middle of making love. She slid the dildo into her pussy and started fucking herself. Elisabeth asked Anya if she wanted to try getting fucked, and Anya replied, “Yes, but I want you to fuck me in the ass at the same time!” Elisabeth said, “Well, look at that! You’ve finally decided to go for double penetration!” She grabbed some lubricant; Anya shyly sat down on my cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, letting out a little cry of pleasure. She began moving up and down and moaning. Elisabeth climbed onto the bed, knelt behind Anya, applied lubricant to her cock and Anya’s anus, and penetrated her very gently. Anya let out a hoarse cry, leaned over toward me, and said, “Go ahead—you take over the movement.” I began moving my hips up and down, and Elisabeth started penetrating her more vigorously.

Heather was now fingering Béatrice’s pussy with three fingers, while Alice had strapped on a dildo and was fucking Heather from behind. Natalia and Niahm were locked in a 69, and everyone was moaning with pleasure. Anya was screaming at the top of her lungs, “Again! Again! Harder! Fuck me hard, for fuck’s sake!” She let out a scream of incredible intensity, and I felt fluid flowing onto me. She had experienced a powerful orgasm. She pulled away and went to sit on the bed to watch the others climax.

Elisabeth motioned for Béatrice and Heather to come closer. They positioned themselves on either side of me and began stroking my cock with their gloved hands. While one stroked my cock, the other fondled my balls. Niahm sat on my face, and I began licking her pussy. Then, I felt something wet against my anus and a finger penetrating me. Then, a second one.

Beatrice and Heather took turns sucking me, passing my cock back and forth, licking it simultaneously from both ends to keep sucking. Elisabeth pushed upwards into my ass and I felt a powerful wave engulf my body. I let out a cry while eating Niahm. Then, a second wave arrived, stronger this time; I was trembling from the intensity. Then, the third seismic shock hit like an electric jolt. At the same moment, Béatrice and Heather received an explosion of sperm right in the face. They licked themselves and licked my sperm with relish.

I quickly got up, took Elisabeth’s hand, pulled her onto the bed, and had her lie on her back; then I gave her the same treatment, but this time by sucking her. I grabbed some lubricant and slid two fingers into her ass, mimicking exactly what she had just done to me. And I began to suck her insatiably. The other girls were masturbating vigorously while watching us, letting out cries of intense pleasure. I sucked Elisabeth passionately, maintaining the pressure so she could feel the electric jolt coming. She began to tremble, her eyes rolling back in her head, and let out a cry of pure ecstasy as she exploded, shooting all her cum deep into my throat. I swallowed it all and ran my tongue over her penis to ensure nothing was left behind.

The girls took turns climaxing, crying out at the top of their lungs, and even Anya found enough strength to pleasure Niahm and bring her to orgasm. In the movie theater, Myako had just swallowed Florence’s semen after climaxing. Astrid had just reached orgasm while masturbating and taking Charlotte’s semen into her mouth. Camille had climaxed a little while ago and still couldn’t believe that Anya had achieved orgasm through double penetration by real cocks. Gabriela had learned how to make herself squirt and had soaked the floor. Maeva licked her fingers, wet with her own juices, and said, “It was a fantastic evening, wasn’t it?”

The small circle of eight sat in a ring on the bed, laughing, caressing and kissing one another, and basking in their shared pleasure. I felt accepted; they had welcomed me as one of their own. The seven assistants gathered around me and gave me a big group hug. Béatrice said, “You are truly special, and we all love you so much already, even though you’ve only been with us for a few days!” Niahm kissed me and said, “Oh yes, we love you, little lioness!” Natalia remarked with her sharp tongue, “Niahm, something tells me *you* love her a little more than that.” Everyone burst out laughing, and I whispered in her ear, “I love you a little more, too.” I licked her lips from bottom to top, just as she loves to do to me; she looked at me tenderly, gave me a wide smile, and kissed me gently. She said, “I will teach you tenderness, and you will teach me pain.”

Alice asked me, “Tell me, Hilda, did you really tailor the challenge to each of us?” I laughed and said, “Of course! I’ve already got you all figured out and I know how to handle you! Sure, there were common elements in what I set up for you, but I adapted things based on your personalities and the kind of things you like to receive!” Béatrice said, “Our little lioness is sharp-witted and incredibly quick on the uptake; she’s figured out everything coming up regarding the Academy and the handover of power!” In the movie theater, the Mistresses exchanged astonished glances, and Maeva smiled, saying, “Without a doubt, this little one will make the best chief assistant we’ve ever had!” Béatrice said, “Come on, girls, let’s go to our rooms; the Mistresses are waiting for us to get back before they leave the movie theater. Breakfast is at seven tomorrow morning!” Everyone wished each other goodnight and returned to their rooms.

At 6:40 the next morning, I heard a knock at the door and went to open it. All six of them were standing there, and Niahm said, “We’ve come to get you for breakfast! We’re all going together! Are you ready?” I started crying tears of joy, and Niahm said, “Hey, what’s wrong?” I replied, “You came to get me, and I’m dressed just like you this morning!” Heather wiped my cheeks and said, “Yes! Beatrice decided that on Saturdays and Sundays you’d wear the same thing we do, since we’re all off duty and given that the manor descended into chaos when we wore whatever we wanted on weekends. It was quickly decided that the dress code would always apply to avoid confusion among the staff. Besides, we always go out to breakfast together, so we’re coming to pick you up! And it’ll be like this every morning!” We were all dressed in black and white, wearing short-sleeved black dresses with white, buttoned collars, long opaque white thigh-high stockings, glossy black heels with small white buckles on the instep, and stunning long white nylon gloves.

Béatrice was overjoyed to see us all arrive together. She said, “Hello, girls! I see the little lioness is with you this morning!” Natalia said in a sharp tone, “Well, is she on the team or what?” Béatrice smiled and said nothing more. She looked at me and gave me a wonderful wink. Alice said, “We should start thinking about next week’s theme!” Niahm said, “We’ve had ‘softness’—why not ‘pain’?” Elisabeth replied, “Why not? We could all dress in leather!” Heather said, “That would be fun! Getting tied up, gagged, and whipped!”

Anya giggled like a little girl and said, “Hilda could show us!” I replied, “Personally, I like receiving—not necessarily giving—but I think Natalia would get really wet at the thought of hurting us a little!” Natalia burst out laughing and said, “Oh, my sweet little lioness! You’ve got me figured out! But I won’t be able to give that pleasure to all of you, because it’s pretty physically demanding!” I glanced at Béatrice and saw that she knew what I was going to say. “Béatrice, you’re the head assistant. So, the boss of all the assistants—including the ones at the Great House—right?” She laughed and replied, “You’re right! We could include Lucy, too! And you never asked *me* if I could ‘give’!” And she flashed a wide, almost sadistic smile as she took a sip from her cup.

Anya asked, “Is it true that another student might be joining us?” Niahm replied, “Absolutely! Her name is Judith. She is tiny—really tiny. She can’t be more than a meter and a half tall or weigh more than forty kilos! But she’s very well-proportioned and very pretty. She wears glasses and always ties her beautiful black hair up in pigtails, which gives her a little-girl look. She’s seventeen, but she turns eighteen on Monday.” Heather asked, “Where did she come from, and where is she now?” Niahm replied, “Mistress Myako has known her for a few years. She’s a hell of a hacker—even better than Mistress Myako. They’ve been talking for years, and one thing led to another, and the subject of the gloves came up. I’m pretty sure she’s just like us; we’ve caught her masturbating several times since she arrived a week ago! Her housemate says she never takes her gloves off and hears her climaxing every night.”

Béatrice spoke up: “Before rumors start flying in every direction, I’d rather tell you about it myself. The girl has been an orphan since she was six and has never been adopted. She lived in an orphanage and has been in contact with Mistress Myako for two years. She is currently an ‘intern’ on Mistress Myako’s team so we can observe her behavior, and her conduct has been impeccable. She does exactly what she’s told without a word of complaint and loves being here. She has a thirst for learning; she is curious and perceptive, though very shy. She doesn’t let people get close easily, but she is adapting quite well.”

She continued, “She has her interview with the Council on Monday morning. Hilda, this will be your first Council session, and your task will be to study and sound her out. I know this will be easy for you; Mistress Maeva is entrusting this mission to you personally, and you will deliver your verdict directly to the Council.”

To be continued…