"Reconnaissance duty, yet again? More like they have a sadistic sense of humor," Andraia muttered to herself as she scoped out the parameters. She was bonded within the coordinates set to "survey". She certainly didn't know how to break the bonding charm, so she was left at the whim of whatever mischievous game this was. Andraia rolled her eyes and muttered yet again in a sarcastic tone, "Thanks guys…just thanks…" She could swear she heard snickering, but was well aware it wasn't coming from a physical source nearby. This frustrated her even more, as she couldn't punch the disembodied laughter in the face. She growled in frustration and swung at the air instead, over-swinging which sent her off balance and falling over clumsily over a short wall into a courtyard with a high pitched yelp.
Eleanor Tremaine slammed her book down on the bench she was sitting on and glared in the direction of the clamber. "What is the meaning of this?" Andraia groaned a bit, rubbing her sore head, and as she attempted to stand up, noticed her backside was also bruised. She slowly turned turned towards the irate woman sheepishly. This was embarrassing to no end. And if the one who cast this charm was watching, they were probably having a hay day. But she didn't dare display any more temper at the predicament, that had caused her enough injury. She was certain she had suffered a concussion as her head was swimming, not to mention all the other contusions. The witness in the courtyard was merely rubbing salt into the wounds as Andraia was quite certain she was stuck here and it was more than likely this woman's house. Before she could even attempt to see how far she could get away, she felt an extremely firm gripping hand on her shoulder that demanded she face the owner. Met with striking emerald eyes the voice asked rather vehemently, "Who are you and what are you doing at my house?" And that was the last thing Andraia remembered before passing out that afternoon.
Andraia awoke disoriented. She was in a bed, hearth ablaze to the side. She made out a shadowy figure pacing across the path of the firelight. Figuring it must be Mesis, she called out, "I had an incredibly weird dream, babe." The figure promptly stopped pacing, and walked over to the bed. It was the woman whom she thought was in her dream. Andraia quickly threw her hand over her mouth, another moment of embarrassment to add to the ticker. She was going 0 for 3 today. The good news was the woman seemed to have softened her demeanor. As she came to the bedside and sat down on the mattress, she had a concerned look on her face. "Thank heavens you're okay, child, you gave me quite a scare." Andraia blinked in disbelief of the situation, but bothered to ask, "Where am I?" The woman promptly responded with, "Le Chateau de Tremaine. My name is Eleanore. Now I'd like to ask a few questions. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Andraia pushed herself up into a sitting position, "Andraia Treader, maam, and as for the reasoning of me being here, it's a long story..." She grabbed her head, still in a groggy haze. Lady Tremaine leaned over to a bedside table with a bowl, wringing a rag out of it, and reached up to remove Andraia's hand from her head. She then dabbed the rag along Andraia's forehead. "Well, in your current state, I'm certain you'll have time to explain yourself later. I'm pretty sure you'll need some time to recover, and I'm not going to let you go anywhere until then."
Andraia remembered the whole situation fully and muttered to herself, "You could say something like that..." as the woman inquired hastily, "What was that?" to which Andraia replied, "oh nothing" with sheepish blush to her cheeks. Why did they send her here in the first place? It must've been this woman, but why?
"You know, I could report you for trespassing." The manner of her tone had changed abruptly. Although the girl had had passed out in the courtyard and yes, it did concern her, she was after all there without permission. "The law states that you could be hanged for that." She had gracefully put the rag away and set her hands in her lap, her eyes set in a glare, those emerald eyes gleaming in the firelight among the shadows. As Andraia couldn't run away from the estate, the bonding charm was too strong for that, this would prove to be a tricky situation if she didn't smooth things over with the lady of the house. "Oh please don't report me. I'll do anything you ask." Andraia placed a hand on top of the woman's, meeting her gaze with a pleading look. At that, she raised an eyebrow curiously, looking down at their hands and then returning contact of the eyes. Andraia even detected her breath hitching a bit. The silence was getting, well, awkward. Andraia was about to recoil as she let out a "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." but Eleanor actually held onto her hand tightly. "Anything, you say?" The girl nodded compliantly, in the back of head it was dawning on her how this wicked game was being set up, even though blackmail seemed to be such a common practice in her lifetime. And to be honest, it wouldn't be that horrible if the road curved that way. She was a mature woman, but she aged quite gracefully. As a hand extended and brushed against her cheek, Andraia consigned to this arrangement mentally. Her friends must be really bored to do this to get their kicks though. If they were intently watching from...well...wherever they were...she definitely needed to make sure that sometime in the near future she flipped them off.
Andraia nuzzled the palm with her cheek and with a flutter of her eyelashes, spoke, "Yes, anything." Then she boldly turned, kissing along the inside of the hand to seal the deal. Lady Tremaine gasped a bit as warm inviting lips pressed against her skin. It had been a while since she felt the touch of anybody and in this day and age, she definitely had to keep a low profile about her preference. And this girl, who came out of no where, was offering just that on a platter. No having to walk on eggshells about the subject. It was clear cut, and this girl was far from naive about what that entailed. Those lips roamed up along Eleanor's fingers and elicited a sigh from her throat as the girl's tongue swathed around the tip before those lips suckled gently on it. She recoiled her hand from the girl's mouth and entwined it in her hair. She gave it a tug, drawing her closer. She was expecting a yelp and instead the girl moaned and there was a blissful look upon her face as her eyes closed and then flittered open again. Eleanore held fast her grip in the red locks and couldn't help but ravish that warm, inviting mouth with her own. It was met with a sigh and a wandering tongue. This provoked a hungry growl from Lady Tremaine's throat as she dined on Andraia's kiss like it was her last meal before an execution.
As she ravaged the girl's mouth, her hands grasped those wrists that laid idly by and used them as leverage to push her back into the pillows. Andraia diligently obliged, allowing the older woman to dominate her. This was a gift from beyond belief and Eleanor didn't want to be too hasty with it, but she also wanted to take it all in at once. She ran her hands firmly but lightly down those arms and following the scent of this girl's hair to nuzzle before kissing and actually biting along the nape. Her hands then ran down the sides of the girl's torso to the hem of the shirt and crept under the cloth, feeling the warm skin beneath. And she complied by craning her neck to allow better access and arched into her touch. "Oh you sweet girl!" She breathed into Andraia's ear, then drew in more of her scent before nipping sharply down her neck to her shoulder. Andraia's lip quivered as a sweet moan came from her throat each time those teeth clamped down on her skin. The sharp pain send shock waves straight to her loins, making her want to writhe her legs together. Those sweet little cries edged Lady Tremaine on as she moved to remove the shirt and shucking it to the wayside. The black and pink lacy brassiere beneath made her quirk her brow again. She was pretty sure she couldn't have been more hot and bothered than before, but that was quickly proven wrong. Even more so, when the trousers were removed to reveal that all her undergarments had a matching theme going on.
When she got her composure back, she commanded, "Up! On all fours!" to which was compliantly obeyed. Her hand went to grasp the throat right beneath the chin, then other delved to the girl's thigh, kneading upwards as she leaned in to speak softly in Andraia's ear, "I really don't know what's come over me, you just bring out the animal in me." Kneading the inner thigh prompted Andraia to spread a little, arching back her head, displaying her chest and behind provocatively. Eleanor used this opportunity to run her fingers to that sweet spot through the cloth of the panties, gripping the girl's throat still and softly prompting, "And you're so receptive, it's definitely making it harder to resist." Andraia groaned blissfully at the remonitions of the fingers right before it turned into a flat smack against her ass. This was followed by another one. The yelp of pain as Lady Tremaine's hand landed on her bruised buttocks was overwhelmed by the intense moan she help but belt out as her loins were now on fire with want. This went on for a good minute until it was more focused on rubbing her clitoris. She was drawn back against Lady Tremaine's body, hand still almost strangling her as the other worked its way into the cloth, pulling back the folds and hitting that little jewel straight on. "Are you my little pet?" seductively whispered into her ear as she nodded, her eyes closed in bliss, almost little crooning purring noises could be heard from her. That hand that was wrapped around her throat then found its way back into her hair, tugging harshly as it was hissed in her ear, "I don't want to hear your head rattle, child. I want you to tell me "yes, mistress..."" She replied with an exclaimed, "Yes, Mistress!" as the fingers below worked their magic. The hand grappled in her hair pulled harder as she was driven into a frenzy. "You want to cum for me, my little pet?" "Yes, please, Mistress..." she pleaded, heaving and on the brink of explosion. This provoked a satisfied chuckle, "You have my permission..." She mewled out as she came, then trembling, boldly turned and grabbed Eleanor's cheeks in both hands while kissing her dead on. As she let go, she grinned, "Now it's your turn to be taken care of." Lady Tremaine quirked a brow, but despite the insolence, she had to concede. She actually was shivering in anticipation as buttons were undone and her gown was sifted out of.
Andraia's fingers were diligent in getting the job done, though, and also working on the corset beneath, careful to heed permission before she cupped each voluptuous bosom in her hands. The older woman crooned with approval as the girl embraced a nipple with her mouth, suckling vehemently to Lady Tremaine's pleasured cry out, "Oh such a clever girl!" There was certain to be a mark on the areola, but who cared. That mouth was sending the woman into seventh heaven as she embraced the back of her new little found pet's head. That mouth was working wonders, igniting passion that was long ago forgotten. But she ordered to her to lay back, none the same. If it could work magic just by what she was doing, she'd certainly know what do if her mistress sat on her face. As she straddled dominantly over little pet's face, the face came forward folding back the lips and that tongue delving to its designated spot. It was running circles and ferocious lines over her clitoris, sending her into euphoria. She sighed out, "Very clever girl, oooo thats the spot!" as she grabbed the girl's hair to hold her in place. That tongue battled away at its current job, until the recipient shrieked with delight, and set to dig her nails into the scalp of the giver. In the post-cloital glow, the haste to hold her close and reunite their lips lead to falling asleep in each other's arms.
Again, Andraia woke up disoriented. She felt the need to get out of bed and stretch. Instead, she got tangled in the sheets and embarked on yet another clumsy excursion. All too convinced last night was yet another dream, until she disturbed the slumber of the one sleeping next to her. She had fallen out of the bed, sheets flying with her. It was excruciating to hit that bruised spot sharply, as she cussed lowly to herself. "Goddamn fuck it all.." closing her eyes tightly gasping in air through tightly clenched jaw. The other had woken up at the sudden sounds and her head peered over the edge of the bed, with a look of distaste. "The hell is going on?" came that same voice from the other day. Nope, none of it was a dream. Andraia was definitely going to have to get used to this being reality, otherwise she was going to believe she was in some perpetual inception mode. She tried to smooth out the situation, as embarrassing as it was. for What was this? 0 for 5, now? "Sorry, mistress, I'm such just such a klutz sometimes." The rage in those eyes seemed to have dissipated and the mouth just flattened into halfway irritated and almost pity. "Why were you getting up in the first place?" Eleanor had to wonder out loud as perhaps the girl was making an escape? Yes that flew through her mind rapidly. "I was just going to get up and stretch, I wasn't going anywhere." Andraia had caught on to the gist of why that question was asked. To demonstrate, she shuffled out of the sheets that were crumpled around her, pushed up to a standing position and walked over to the bearskin rug close to the fireplace. She began a sun salute yoga routine to get the blood flowing and the limbs flexed for the day. And although she really wasn't expecting an audience when she first insisted on doing this, having watchful eyes on her made her want to show off a bit more. She stanced herself, being careful of how she she jutted out during downward and upward dog poses. Lady Tremaine edged over to side of the bed to watch intently. If this was going to be a morning routine, minus the clatter, she wouldn't mind so much.
That body curved with catlike prowess, the dying embers of the fire still reflecting across skin moving in the shadows. It was a nice little show to watch, but after a little while, she had to make her intentions known. She threw on a robe that was draped by the bedside, as the morning had produced a chill in the room. As her little pet breathed into a standing position, she was met with those hands pinioning her back against her mistress's body. "That will be quite enough of that for now," she crooned into Andraia's ear, and nuzzling in the scent of her hair. Her hands cupped around the girl's breasts, beginning to massage as she nipped along the earlobe, "Good morning, my pet." A hand ran up the chest and to the throat to extend it by cupping the chin upwards, the other still working around the breast, and then sharply pinching the nipple. All Andraia could make out verbally was a garbled cry of pleasure. Eleanor took that response just fine, giving a satisfied chuckle at just how receptive the girl was. As she reached back to run her fingers into her mistress's velvety folds upon return, she was greeted by a possessive biting of the neck. Then dragged back to the bed, where Lady Tremaine sat back against the pillows and Andraia drank in her essence, kissing up her inner thighs worshipfully and made it to that sweet spot yet again. Dear Lord! This girl knew /exactly/ what she was doing, Eleanor was certain she'd be extremely spoiled by all this. She suckled the hood and swathed her tongue over the clitoris with such precision. Lady Tremaine was calling out, "Oh my dear girl! Oh! You're going to make me cum all over that sweet face of yours.." hands grappled in hair, tugging, as legs trembled and locked in the time of le petite mort. She then flipped the Andraia over to straddle her. Sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, she domineered her, grinding against her, hand back to the throat, the other took a swat at the underside of the girl's breast. That satisfied chortle as she heard and watched this receptive vessel respond in ecstasy. As they reached the precipice together, Lady Tremaine grabbed her hair and kissed her for dear life.
As the kiss broke away, Andraia's stomach began to growl a bit. She sheepishly asked, "Where's the kitchen? I'll make some breakfast and coffee..." "Let's get dressed first, I don't want anybody else seeing your body. It's mine." Eleanor replied sharply. "As you wish, Mistress..." Luckily her effects were brought in, as she found her pack and dug around in it. There was no shame in changing clothing, as she slipped a black mesh covering rainbow ensemble of underwear and an almost matching cami with Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon on it, and a pair of bondage pants. She got directions to the kitchen, and put her ear buds in for some music to entertain herself. Lady Tremaine really had to take in that this girl definitely was not from around here, she must have fallen from heaven, as she wore that outer worldly garb and that contraption was so small but it was playing like a symphony. She figured she must have been angel after all this...and she could be heard singing down the hall with that device in her ears. "Breathe out so I can breathe you in, hold you in. And now, I know you've always been there, out of your head, out my head I sang..." She didn't recognize the song, but it was ethereal to listen to. She got herself dressed and later ended up strolling into the kitchen, to see Andraia singing while finishing up some eggs, bacon, and toast. It was rather rambunctious, and she seemed to be lost in the music with her back turned. So...passionate in it. And those words, "And I'll never need to see the sun again, there's enough light in your eyes to light up our world..." So odd, yet so alluring. She crept up on her, grabbing her close and kissing the top of her head. This startled Andraia a bit, as she was lost in the music, but she removed the bud from her ear. Her mistress brought up a question, "So you enjoy music. I enjoy it as well. Perhaps we'll play the piano later, hmmm?" "I'm afraid I don't know much about playing the piano beyond Chopsticks..." Lady Tremaine quirked an eyebrow, "Well, then I guess I'll just have to teach you. You'll have to show me this 'Chopsticks' first however." Andraia changed the subject, "But first, breakfast." She procured a plate with eggs and bacon in a smiley face with the toast. She even figured out how to percolate the coffee, even though she was used to machines that did the work for her. It was pretty exciting that she got something done right instead of being a klutz about it. She set it at the table along with the mugs of coffee and had to do a little victory dance in place. As Eleanor sat down, she noted out loud, "You're such an odd girl..." "Well I got something done right for a change." She grinned and sat down next to her. A hand grasped her knee, "Oh you got more than one thing right." Andraia stopped sipping her coffee and turned with a grin, and she just rubbed her nose against Lady Tremaine's, causing yet another shocked look. Oh she was tres mignon! She then went to eat her breakfast, the girl could eat...it'd probably been a while since she had, so Eleanor wasn't going to chide her indiscretion on manners at the moment, she just diligently ate away at her breakfast in turn. There would be plenty of time to discipline the girl if her manners remained uncouth. She just took it in stride and handed her a napkin, giving a ahem, to which Andraia blushed, giggled, and dabbed away at her face and hands. She ducked her head rather apologetically, while doing so. She was just too cute when she did that. Her mistress would have to be extremely rigid to not soften if the time came that she had to put her back in line, and it was going to be difficult if the girl did things like that. As breakfast finished, Andraia set to getting the dishes cleared and washed. Around here, it wasn't like back at the Morgenstern estate, things had to be physically done. She put the earbuds back in while doing so, singing along the music, "I love myself, I want you to love me, when I feel down, I want you above me. I search myself, I want you to find me, I forget myself, I want you to remind me..." Interrupted once more by being drawn into a deep kiss, Eleanor quickly bit the girl's bottom lip in turn for teasing her. "Now I think it's time for a piano lesson, don't you think?"
She led Andraia around the estate to the music room, rather hastily. Damn! This woman really wanted to hear Chopsticks, apparently. "Now have a seat, my pet. I'll let you play this Chopsticks first, and then you're going to learn how to play properly." She drew out something that resembled a maestro wand, as Andraia curiously noted it. She went to play the chords of probably the simplest song to play on the piano. Lady Tremaine didn't look amused. "Now, you're going to learn how to properly play, child." She flipped through a book of notes, picking out a simple song in her mind. Andraia fumbled with the keys and was soon met with a quick swat of that wand across her knuckles. She held back a gasp and cuss of pain, wincing. "You really do need to learn, don't you?" Came the quick retort, "Here, let me help you with where your fingers go on the chords." She boxed her in manipulating her fingers along the keys. "Now try it again!" She played out a few chords before fumbling again, which was met with yet another thwack of the stick on her knuckles. After a few tries and some definite welts forming on her knuckles, Andraia finally got it down. She was accompanied by Lady Tremaine singing along, and she had a marvelous voice. "Sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale, high above me..." Afterwards, she held Andraia's hand to her mouth and kissed along the knuckles. "Very good job, my pet. I probably should bandage that up for you, but that's what happens when you don't learn quickly." The girl resigned, "Yes, Mistress..." She ran her hands down Andraia's cheeks and neck, "Mmmm, but you've caught onto that quite quickly..."