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