Written
by:
Jenne
They
continued
to
make
their
way
down
the
passage.
Estelle
had
no
idea
where
Cavendish
was
silently
leading
her.
As
they
reached
what
appeared
to
be
their
final
destination,
Estelle
felt
the
throbbing
between
her
thighs
begin
to
subside
somewhat.
Her
mind
was
still
confused
as
to
what
had
actually
taken
place
that
morning,
but
it
was
more
worried
about
what
would
happen
later.
Somehow
she
knew
that
her
education
in
this
house
had
barely
begun.
When
she
thought
about
it,she
wasn't
sure
that
she
wanted
it
to
end
yet.
Cavendish
opened
the
door
to
Estelle's
room
and
told
her
to
remain
there
until
the
Master
required
her
presence
once
more.
Once
inside
the
sanctuary
of
her
small
but
comfortable
room,
and
more
importantly
alone,
Estelle's
thoughts
began
to
wander
back
to
the
morning's
events.
Why
had
she
enjoyed
what
she
had
done
so
much?
Why
had
the
Master
not
touched
her?
So
many
questions
once
more,
again
so
few
answers,
only
half
guesses.
She
laid
on
the
bed
and
began
to
run
the
events
through
her
mind
once
more.
She
felt
the
warm,
tingling
sensation
invade
her
body
one
more.
She
wanted
her
Master
to
touch
her
as
he
had
done
the
night
before.
She
had
pleased
him,
but
he
seemed
to
have
little
regard
for
her
feelings
in
such
matters.
She
must
have
drifted
into
a
light
sleep,
as
the
next
thing
she
knew
there
was
a
knock
at
the
door.
She
rose
quickly
and
answered
it.
Daisy
stood
there
with
a
tray.
"Cook
told
me
to
bring
this
down
to
you,
Estelle."
"Thank
you,
Daisy."
"Ah,
but
there's
more.
Cook
says
I
can
stay
and
keep
you
company
this
afternoon,
if
you
wish."
There
was
almost
a
pleading
tone
to
her
voice
as
she
uttered
the
words.
"Why,
of
course
you
can."
Estelle
found
it
difficult
to
keep
the
excitement
from
her
voice.
She
certainly
hadn't
relished
the
thought
of
spending
the
afternoon
alone
once
more.
Daisy
placed
the
tray
on
the
dresser
and
raised
the
platter
.
On
the
plate
beneath
was
a
large
meal,
quite
unlike
any
that
Estelle
had
encountered
in
the
village.
These
were
strange
foods.
The
aroma
told
her
it
was
good
food
though,
and
she
was
hungry.
She
noticed
that
two
forks
had
been
placed
on
the
tray
and
assumed
that
Daisy
would
be
joining
her
for
lunch.
They
sat
and
ate
in
silence.
It
was
as
though
both
were
under
a
spell
of
some
sort.
Both
deep
in
thought
but
neither
daring
to
be
the
first
to
ask
the
other
what
those
thoughts
were.
Finally
Daisy
broke
the
silence,
much
to
Estelle's
relief.
"So
what
did
he
make
you
do
this
morning
then?"
The
directness
of
the
question
startled
Estelle.
She
had
to
think
carefully
before
she
answered.
She
really
had
no
idea
how
to
explain
what
he
had
made
her
do.
"I'm
.
.
.
um
.
.
.
I'm
really
not
.
.
.
."
Estelle
stumbled,
trying
desperately
to
find
the
right
words.
"It's
fine
Estelle,
I
don't
really
understand
either,
even
though
I've
been
here
a
long
time.
I
wish
I
did
understand.
He
teaches,
but
none
of
the
lessons
makes
much
sense.
But
it
does
feel
good,
doesn't
it?"The
pitch
of
her
voice
gave
away
the
fact
that
she
found
it
exciting
too.
Estelle
thought
for
a
second
if
Daisy
found
it
exciting,
then
it
must
be
fine
for
her
to
feel
the
same.
"It
does
feel
good,
but
I
have
little
idea
of
what
it
means
either."
"Has
he
made
you
taste
it
yet?"
"Yes,
today."
Daisy
stifled
a
giggle.
Why
did
Daisy
find
this
so
funny?
Estelle
didn't.
Talking
about
it
made
her
nipples
harden
and
the
butterflies
in
her
stomach
flutter
once
more.
But
this
fluttering
was
not
from
fear
or
nervousness,
as
before.
Estelle
began
to
relax
in
Daisy's
company.
At
least
she
was
someone
who
talked
to
her
and
knew
what
she
was
going
through,
though
neither
girl
really
understood
their
purpose
in
being
there.
Still,
at
that
moment
it
seemed
to
matter
not.
"Does
it
leave
you
feeling
bad
sometimes?"
Estelle
enquired
with
a
note
of
caution.
"Sometimes,
if
the
Master
does
not
touch
me."
"Does
he
do
it
often?"
The
questions
tumbled
from
her
mouth
before
she
had
engaged
her
brain.
"Occasionally,
but
now
that
he
has
you
he
will
not
bother
with
me
for
a
while."
Daisy
sighed.
Estelle
felt
strange
to
hear
her
say
this.This
was
not
the
first
time
he
had
done
this,
then.
At
least
some
of
her
unanswered
questions
were
being
answered.
"Did
he
touch
you
this
morning?"
Daisy
asked.
"No,
he
just
made
me
taste
it."
"Bet
you
wanted
him
to
touch
you
though,
didn't
you?
I
always
do,
but.
.
.
."
"You
must
obey,"
Estelle
finished
the
sentence
for
her.
"Yes."
Daisy's
voice
was
quiet.
Then
it
was
nearly
a
whisper.
"There
are
ways
to
make
it
feel
better
though."
Daisy
went
to
the
door
and
locked
it.
Estelle
had
no
idea
what
Daisy
meant
with
her
words
or
with
that
action,
but
she
felt
safe
with
Daisy.
They
seemed
to
understand
each
other's
needs.
Daisy
sat
back
on
the
bed
once
more
and
looked
at
Estelle.
"If
I
tell
you
this,
you
must
promise
never
to
breathe
a
word
to
a
living
soul.
Do
you
promise?"
"Yes
.
.
.
."
"Say
it,
say
I
promise!"
"I
promise,"
Estelle
whispered.
"I
found
a
way
of
making
it
better
when
he
didn't
touch
me.
Want
me
to
show
you
how?"
Estelle
thought
about
this,
felt
the
butterflies
swarm
through
her
entire
body,
then
made
her
decision.
"Yes
.
.
.
."
She
looked
at
Daisy
and
wondered
what
on
earth
the
other
girl
meant,
but
had
an
idea
it
had
something
to
do
with
the
place
the
Master
had
touched
her
once
but
hadn't
touched
her
again.
"Do
as
I
do
and
you
will
learn."
Estelle
watched
as
Daisy
began
to
undress,
slowly
unbuttoning
each
garment.
She
beckoned
Estelle
to
do
the
same.
The
sights
that
meet
her
eyes
caused
the
emotions
inside
Estelle
to
run
rampant.
As
she
began
to
follow
Daisy's
example
the
low
burning
sensation
flared,
became
urgent.
The
two
girls
sat
on
the
bed
naked
and
studied
one
another.
Daisy's
frankness
in
looking
at
her
gave
Estelle
the
confidence
to
observe
the
other
girl's
form.
She
had
seen
her
sisters
naked
bodies,
of
course,but
she
had
never
really
noticed
certain
things
before,
or
at
least
their
naked
bodies
had
never
had
the
effect
on
her
that
Daisy's
was
having.
Estelle
noted
with
some