Gynecocracy

"Oh, Gertrude Stormont! Oh, Mamma!"

She kissed me, called me "good boy," drew me to her side, and placed my head next hers on the pillow, covering me with her garments, and then we must have both fallen asleep, the last thing that I remember being her placing her right leg across me. Her arm lay across my neck and the gentle pressure of her form thus upon mine inspired me with delicious dreams.

I was awakened by her shaking my shoulder. Why does the woman always wake the first? Probably because she is insatiable.

"You lazy boy! You lazy Julian! Now-Baby-Baby-awake! It is" (kiss) "just" (kiss) "seven o'clock." And she locked me in her arms. "Jump up, and help your mamma to dress!"

"Oh, Mamma!" I exclaimed, rubbing my eyes, and smiling at her. "Oh, Mamma dear!"

That night I was attired as a young man for once again in my life-trousers, a stiff shirt, an open waistcoat, socks. It positively felt a strange garb and I felt at a loss and uncomfortable in it. I retreated into my room; I washed, dressed, and returned to Gertrude. I found the stockings she wished to wear, changed those she had on for them; and anyone who has done this office for a lady will understand how much the words mean-the tremulous blushes, the stolen looks and touches they include. I found her her silken chemise and drawers, her satin corset, which I laced, and her evening dress, which I fastened. I handed her her bracelets and jewels, and admired her shapely arms as she knotted up her hair and fixed it with a stab of an agate pin studded with diamonds.

CHAPTER 12

Bacchus Docens

When she was dressed Gertrude turned and gave me a glittering smile looking so fresh and beautiful in her exquisite toilette of faint pink, that, without delay, I fell in love with her over again. It was this lovely form, I reflected, that had sat so long upon my lap in the train, those hands that had invaded my privacy, and subjugated my rebellious male sex, those bright eyes that had seen all I had to show.

She smiled at me and daintily raising her voluminous and clinging drapery from her feet, showed me her low-cut shoes and slender ankles in the pink, open-work silk stockings I had had the privilege of putting on for her; so high did she raise them that I gained a glimpse of the trimming of her pink silk skirt-drawers.

"Oh, Mamma, Mamma!" I exclaimed, falling on my knees and clasping my hands before her divinely corseted and dressed form. I kissed the backs of her hands one after the other as they held up her skirts.

"Julian, how impressed you appear to be! Would you," with a lovely flush, "like to lose yourself, to be smothered in all this drapery-under-under my petticoats?" And she gazed at me inquiringly and archly half lifted them.

"Above all things!" I cried with enthusiasm.

So with a charmingly mischievous air she walked across to where I was kneeling and threw her skirts over my head and lifted her legs, one by one, across my shoulders.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Julian!" she exclaimed, moving rapturously. "Oh, Baby! Whoever taught you to do it so well?" as I found, amid her glowing flesh, her well-developed clitoris and tickled it vigorously with my tongue.

"Oh!" she cried. "Stop! You must let me lean against the bed." There I continued my delightful task and tasted and swallowed the divine nectar of the woman I loved.

Mademoiselle very soon returned and we went to dinner. Mademoiselle was in very high spirits, declaring London of all places the most charming, saying she was positively obliged to me for having occasioned the visit.

"I have got a box for the Gaiety tomorrow night and you shall attend us in your smartest corset, Miss," she said to me. "Your smartest corset! Oh, I have seen such lovely ones! I wonder how you will like the regime of the stay-lace!"

Gertrude's pretty assumption of authority over me thrilled me as did also her constant glances. I looked at her silently in reply.

Towards the end of dinner Mademoiselle made an observation to me to which I replied rather petulantly.

"His trousers make him uncommonly pert," observed Mademoiselle.

"Yes," rejoined Gertrude, "he shall be punished after dinner by being deprived of them and of all his masculine garments; and as we have no others to give him just now he will have to remain without any at all."

Mademoiselle looked at me with a provoking little smile and a sparkle of satisfaction in her eyes as much as to say: "How will you like that, I wonder?" Aloud she said: "I am glad your mamma keeps you well under her thumb. She evidently knows how to deal with a precocious boy."