THE MANY PLEASURES OF IRONWOOD

 
THE MANY PLEASURES OF IRONWOOD. The bevy of girls who entered the room were all 
barefoot; identically clad, in nothing but their simple Greek-style tunics. 
Short, and gauzily white, these were sleeveless, one-piece affairs with a 
shallow curving neckline that dipped low in front and rose in narrowing shoulder 
straps to loop thin shoulders. Now they took their places, lining up as though 
presenting themselves for our approval. There were seven of them: Charli, Robin, 
Kitteridge, Nikki, Annie, Diane and Meredith. The wide scoop neckline left bare 
the upper region of each smooth girlish chest while the loose bodice fell in 
soft folds, the thin material gathered at the waist to form the top of a pleated 
skirt -- a skirt so brief that the hemline rode not quite halfway down the 
lengths of the firm young thighs so pleasingly dislayed. These were the seven 
girls whose progress I was to follow in the next few weeks, helping out whenever 
I could.



Excerpt from The Many Pleasures of Ironwood

Her lashes fluttered nervously, and I saw her work the fists she held stiffly at 
her sides, The blush was rising in her face as she stood there for what must 
have seemed an eternity to her, displaying her vulnerable feminine charms to the 
raunchy men in the darkened audience while her mistress, seated behind her, 
casually inspected her naked bottom.

At a gesture from Victoria, Madeleine moved up to the rigid girl and whispered 
in her ear. Gradually, like an automaton moving in slow motion, she turned and 
lowered herself, obediently getting to her knees, kneeling before the 
black-stockinged legs of her mistress, undoubtedly grateful to have her back to 
the audience once more. Madeleine unclipped the lead, and surreptitiously 
shifted the riding crop to her right hand, signaling her readiness to use the 
instructive wand should it become necessary. Now, with a light warning tap on 
Diane's bare behind, she urged the girl forward, towards the crossed legs of her 
mistress.

Diane moved up on her knees, her eyes on those attractive legs, and the 
stockinged foot that swung idly before her. The Mistress of Ironwood slowly 
raised that foot, and held her rigid leg out, the pointed toes aimed straight at 
her naked love slave. Diane hesitated, suddenly unsure, wavering as though 
unable to continue what had been started. Madeleine, on the alert for just such 
a sign of reticence, leaned over to hiss a harsh command in the girl's ear as 
she drew the tip of the riding crop menacingly up the eloquent curvature of 
Diane's tense posterior which tightened instinctively at the deadly hint.

The threat was real enough. Diane submitted, moving to do as she was told. She 
reached out and took the proffered foot in her hands, unbuckling the thin straps 
that held the sandal in place, and slipping the loose shoe off the stockinged 
foot. Then, without pause, she leaned over, bending down to bring her lips into 
contact with the toes of her mistress, bestowing a kiss through the veil of 
black nylon; the perverse thrill made those toes curl with pleasure.

Now she kissed the top of the foot, then looked up hesitantly at Madeleine who 
stood over her, arms akimbo, watching her progress with a critical eye. 
Madeleine nodded, and Diane proceeded to kiss her way up to the ankle, kissing, 
moving her lips, nibbling her way up.
"Lick it!" Madeleine's insistent hiss was loud enough to be heard where we sat.

Obediently, Diane extended her tongue and began to lap up that gorgeous nyloned 
length. Victoria's eyes lidded over as she sunk back into idle bliss, warmed by 
the pleasures of her love slave who paid this mindless, obsequious devotion to 
her elegantly curved legs. The girl was dutifully kissing and licking a wet 
trail up the leg to the knee, then shuffling closer at a tap on the bare bottom 
from her mentor, she brought her face up to her mistress' lap, there to offer 
her kisses along the top surface of the curving thigh.

Victoria looked down on the girl, watching her ministrations through hodded 
eyes, and she stirred sensuously, slowly, liquidly moving her hips, uncrossing 
her elegant legs. We heard the rasp of nylon in the silence of that expectant 
room as those long legs scissored languidly, then fell loosely apart in 
negligent, wanton abandon.



  
Many Pleasures of IW