Our Lady was in the bower, behind a large oak double door with silver handles. We knocked once and then knelt, not being allowed to look on our Lady until she commanded it. A short man answered the door with a snap, “Well, look at you two. I thought you’d never be back after last night.”
He clucked and opened the door for us to enter. We came in with our heads down, bent over like Asians greeting each other, only much more uncomfortable. Our Lady spoke in a deep and couth voice. “What have we here? Annie and Wicked? I’m glad to see that you haven’t been frightened away.”
I glanced over at Wicked, her scarred and scraped backside livid in the candlelight. She didn’t mind.
“Rise, girls, and tell me what it is you’d like to say.”
We both rose in unison. Our heads were still bobbed low and we kept our eyes toward her meticulous boots. “I want to apologize for crying,” I said. “I only hate to see you in anger.”
“Bygones will be bygones,” she said.
She rose and rapped her long switch against the table before her. “Mendel, get the lights.”
The short man raced around the room, extinguishing candles at an alarming pace. I began to shiver. There was no telling what our Lady would do in the dark.
“Girls, I have three hands of rope here. I’d like you tell me what I won’t do with it,” she whispered, very close to my ear now.
I hesitated. Wicked spoke, “Throw it out of the window?”
Our Lady laughed. “And?” she said.
“Lose it,” I said.
“I don’t expect to.”
“Ta–” Wicked was cut short with a muffled scream. I almost fell to the floor. I hated the in-the-dark games.
I felt a pair of chilly hands pulling apart my knees. I was scared to move; Our Lady tended to be violent when challenged. There was a brush between my thighs and a sharp pain as I felt the rope pulled up hard between my legs, cutting into the gap between my lips and pressing hard against my, now-swollen, clit.
“What am I not going to do with this rope, Annie?” the Lady asked.
I groaned instead of answering. She was almost lifting me from the floor.
“Let it go?” I finally asked.
She dropped it. “Of course I am. Get out.”
With a flicker, Mendel relit a few candles at the doorway and I could see Wicked rising. I didn’t know what had happened to her, but she looked okay now. We left in a rush.
“She’s in a bad mood,” she said to me in the hallway as we trotted away. “She shoved that thing into my pussy and her fingers into my mouth. I thought I was going to piss myself.”
I looked over at her, calm and looking sexy in the dim light of the hall. She had a red mouth that always looked delicious to me, like cherry popsicles or something. I reached out and touched it with my fingers. “Are you really alright? I mean, after last night?”
She nodded. Nothing fazed her.
We sought out a bedroom, just for us, down the long, dark hallway.