In the days following her return, Duchess Andrea spent much of her time in her boudoir, the sounds of her pleasure reverberating throughout the entire Château. She appeared at mealtimes with a flushed, sweaty face, or took walks through the grounds with a bounce in her step and a smile permanently beautifying her features. 

On one particularly stunning day, she spent all morning and afternoon simply strolling through the fields and gardens, conversing at length with the relaxed stewardesses. She admired every colourful flower and fluttering bird, her hands wandering as she walked. She wore a short, flowy sundress of lightest cotton, a deep blue with white dots that freed her shoulders and swished as she walked. She wore no shoes, relishing the fresh coolness of the grass and dew. 

Her cage remained, however. She hadn't removed it once since her arrival, its cold grasp on her limp cock a constant reminder of her status, her pleasure, and her yearning. Today, it sat couched behind plain blue cotton panties. A Duchess must match her outfit, of course. 

That night, she invited all her stewardesses to dine with her, forsaking her regular spot at the head of her long table. Instead, she and the other women sat three to a side in the middle of the heavily laden table. Laughter pierced the dusk as they shared their meal, the room aglow with the rich scent of food and the warmth of company.

"I find cakes too heavy and sweet. My ideal dessert is a sharp cheese paired with fruit," Zoe said from across the table, closing her eyes and shaking her coppery hair as she imagined the flavours. "Perfection."

"Too sweet?" Ana asked from Zoe's left, an expression of outrage on her face. "Dessert is supposed to be sweet! An apple pie, that's a proper dessert. What about you, my Lady?"

All eyes turned towards the Duchess. "My favourite dessert..." she said slowly. She pursed her lips.

Her first thought was Eva's lips, soft and sweet and tantalising. She bit the top of her thumb in an unconscious move and out the image out of her mind. The true answer came easily after that, as a memory of a perfect candlelit evening returned to her.

"Lavender crème brûlée," she said. 

The stewardesses made sounds of interest and surprise.

"Crème brûlée?" Isabelle asked. 

Andrea nodded, a strand of dark hair falling into her face. The edge of her lip curled upwards as she remembered Lady Eva spooning that first bite into her mouth, her dark eyes burning into her. She felt that sweltering heat even now through all the years, and recalled every tiny detail.

"It's delicate, but indulgent. It requires care and always leaves you wanting more. And it needs a little work to break through, a delicious reward for cracking that outer shell." 

Isabelle cocked her head to the side, and Ana giggled. 

"And the lavender, Duchess?" she asked. 

"The perfect final touch," Andrea said. "It smells peaceful and calm, but strong, like a moonlit tryst in a quiet wood. It's the most romantic dessert ever made."

Isabelle fixed her with a knowing look while Alexis, the woman to Andrea's right, threw up her hands in mock frustration.

"Well, now I feel silly for saying cake," Alexis said.

Laughter filled the room once more, with mockery flying over the table. Andrea smiled and was about to join back in the discussion when she heard the soft thud of the Châtaeu's front door. She frowned and turned her head to listen. 

The next sound she heard made her heart stop on her chest. She felt the skipped beat in her throat, and let out a tiny gasp despite herself. The unmistakable clack of a familiar high heel rang through the entry hall and into the dining room, where the Duchess and her stewardesses sat. The second clack sent a shiver up her spine. Lady Eva had arrived. 

Isabelle jumped up from her seat, and the other stewardesses looked towards the door in surprise. Duchess Andrea stayed exactly where she was, one hand creeping up to her chest, a futile attempt to slow her racing pulse. Must she come now? While I am dressed so... Plainly?

"Lady Eva!" Isabelle called before she'd had the chance to move from her place at the table. "May I take your coat?"

Andrea raised her eyes and turned her head. Butterflies took flight in her stomach, and her thighs tingled at the sight of her lover. She squirmed in her seat, pressing her legs together, the hard plastic of the cage biting into her. Lady Eva met her gaze with breathtaking hunger and obvious lust.

She stood several inches taller than Andrea without her severe heels, but now her slender frame filled the doorway. She had pulled her travelling coat tight around her, so every fold revealed her figure. Her midnight hair, touched with streaks of raven blue, spilled elegantly over her shoulders and down her chest. Her heavy-lidded eyes radiated the same fire Andrea had always seen in them, the sight making her legs weak.

"Thank you, Isabelle, but I think I'll let the Duchess take it," Eva said. 

Her voice was as rich as molasses, the soft, certain purr of a delighted predator. Andrea's eyes flicked inexorably over Eva's body, spying the black stockings, the hint of lace at her neck. Eva, seeing this, responded by slowly undoing the coat's too button, exposing the elaborate web of silk and leather that criss-crossed her chest. Andrea suppressed the urge to bite her lip and stood, steadying herself against the table.

"Should we take our leave, Duchess?" Isabelle asked.

It was Lady Eva who replied, her voice still low and sultry.

"I daresay the Duchess, and I will be taking our leave regardless," she said. 

All eyes turned to Andrea again, who nodded and swallowed hard before daring to speak. 

"Lady Eva, would you join me in my private quarters?" she asked. 

She moved towards Eva like a stone pulled to the bottom of a lake, an irresistible magnetic force connecting them, melting away the space between their bodies.

"Nothing would bring me more pleasure," Eva said, and she held out her hand.

Andrea took it just as the stewardesses began to stand and file out of the room. Eva's touch was cool from the evening air, but Andrea's skin burned all the same, a flush creeping up her cheeks as they left the dining hall behind.

The short walk to the boudoir felt like an agonising voyage that could not be over too soon. Much like when she had first returned to the Château, Andrea longed to break into a run, to reach the room and the privacy it offered that very instant.

When they did finally seal themselves in that most sacred sanctum, Andrea let out a breath she did not know she had held, and sank into Eva's arms. Her scent overpowered the sweet perfume of the room. She smelled of peaches and a soft smokiness that made Andrea feel light-headed. She kissed her lover fiercely, every supple contact with her lips a fireworks inside her, but Eva broke the embrace within seconds. 

Her brows forming concern and confusion, Andrea placed a hand on Eva's chest, felt the subtle curve of her breast and the firm heartbeat beneath. Eva placed her own hand on Andrea's cheek, her heels forcing her to look down to meet her gaze.

"Have you been a good girl, my Duchess?" she asked.

Andrea felt her brows rise further. "I... I think so," she said.

Eva, sensing her lack of understanding, gave a wicked grin. "The box, my love. Did you obey my instructions?"

The glossy black box swam into Andrea's mind, and she stood up a little straighter, raising her chin in an imperious way.

"A Duchess always follows the rules," she said.

"Then perhaps the Duchess will consent to following some more..." 

Eva pointed to the closet door, and Andrea knew exactly what to do. When she returned with the still unopened box, she stopped dead. Eva had removed her coat, revealing the full effect of her elaborate outfit. 

Her breasts were framed by the black leather and lace of an intricate corset, accentuating their shape. Her midriff was bare, leaving the temptation of her skin between the corset and garter belt beneath. Complete with a pair of black lace panties that did nothing to hide her dormant cock, and those unmistakeable heels, Eva was like a drug for Andrea's eyes. She wanted to drink in the sight forever, etch every detail into her mind. Eva had other plans.

"Open it," she commanded. 

Andrea obeyed, laying the box on the end of the bed and using the very tips of her careful fingers to remove the lid. 

"It seems you have most wicked plans for me, my lady," Andrea said as she lifted some of the items.

She found a black lacy garment, a long, lush feather, a leather riding crop, and a collar attached to a long, fine silver chain. She inspected the embossed collar. 'Eva's Duchess.' Always, she thought.

"Put them on," Eva said, and she strode over to the box.

Andrea took the garment and the collar as Eva claimed the feather and riding crop. Seeing the long tool in her hand made Andrea's mouth water. She lifted her dress with clumsy hands, a strange, bashful prickling on her cheeks as she revealed her body. When she slid her panties down her legs, her total exposure made her want to lower her face and succumb to embarrassment, but she kept her head high. I am a Duchess! I do not possess shame.

Eva's eyes, rich coffee brown, flashed as she spied Andrea's cage. Her arousal was plain beneath the lace of her panties as well, and Andrea felt an overwhelming hunger for her.

"Caged and ready, Duchess? You have been a good girl."

The words sent blood rushing all through Andrea's chest and loins. Her cock rebelled against her cage, and her mouth fell open as if in response to an intimate touch. All semblance of self-consciousness replaced by unfettered lust, she pulled the bodysuit on. 

It was scandalously tight, the high waist showing off her hips, strangling her cage, the pink at odds with the flawless black of the fabric. Her stomach was now adorned with black floral patterns, her chest with straps, but as soon as she donned it she knew why Eva had chosen it. A slit at the back left access completely open, the perfect window to her ass.

"I almost forgot how fucking hot you are," Eva said, her cock fully erect now, straining the fabric of her underwear. "Put the collar on, too."

When Andrea clasped the collar tight around her neck, her transformation felt truly complete. This was not the outfit of a romantic partner, but that of a plaything. A toy to be used and dominated, to be commanded and pleasured. She swooned at the encompassing sensation, the relinquishing of control.

Eva came closer, her peachy scent cascading over Andrea. She fingered the collar with a smirk, then ran her hand down Andrea's chest, all the way to her inner thigh.

"How do you feel, Duchess?" She took hold of the chain with her other hand, each link sliding through her firm fingers.

Andrea took a deep breath, trying to notice every inch of the form-fitting bodysuit, the way it hugged her, the way it accentuated her, the way it moved as she did.

"I feel fucking hot," she said, standing up straight to meet Eva's gaze.

"Then get on the bed and show me."

Andrea obeyed without another thought, the chain still in Eva's grasp. She crawled onto the covers and turned on her hands and knees to push her exposed ass out. She looked back at Eva, but the smiling woman shook her head.

"Eyes ahead, darling. It makes the anticipation all the sweeter."

Andrea looked to the wall instead, the collar keeping her neck in place. Before she could even think to say another word, a light touch on her hole made her recoil involuntarily. Her toes curled, and her hips rolled forward as Eva brushed the feather against her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"Now now, Duchess, a good girl stays put for her Mistress," Eva said, with a gentle tug on the collar's chain. 

"Yes, Lady Eva," Andrea replied in a breathy whisper. 

She reset her position, and the feather's tip found the back of her thigh. It tickled and tingled, but she resisted the temptation to shift or squirm. It traced a path up her leg, across her cheeks, and to her lower back. She moaned as chills spiralled up her, the feather an agonizing tease. When it found her opening again, she gasped. 

It was exquisite torture, the sensitive touch on her ass both incredibly exciting and nowhere near enough. Just when she thought she could bear no more, the riding crop cracked across her cheek. She shuddered and cried out, but kept herself presented. The sharp sting of the leather dulled instantly to pleasurable ache.

"Good girl," Eva said.

Andrea moaned again as Eva struck once more with the crop, partially from the firm blow, partially from the delightful affirmation. Eva struck her ass and thighs harder, pulling the chain tighter as she did.

"Oh fuck," Andrea said to a particularly hard blow on the inside of her cheek.

The next thing she knew, the riding crop was gone, and Eva's wet tongue was pressed against her hole. 

"Fuck! Eva!" 

She pushed against Eva's face, forcing her tongue inside her, but the intoxicating feeling ended within seconds.

"No, don't stop!" she said, but her protest was cut short.

Eva entered her. Firm and steady, her cock slid inside Andrea until they were pressed hard against one another. Andrea pushed her ass against Eva as hard as she could, desperate for every last millimetre to fill her, to complete her. 

"Oh, I won't stop," Eva said, her voice dripping with power and pleasure. "Not until you're shaking like a proper sissy and I've filled you with cum."

"Yes, yes!" Andrea cried out so loud she felt her voice falter as Eva slid out and back into her again.

Her dildo had been nothing compared to the pleasure of Eva's perfect cock. The pace quickened as Eva pulled the collar tighter, forcing Andrea's face upward. So deep, so raw, and so hard, Eva thrust again and again into Andrea's tight ass.

Andrea rocked her hips back with every stroke, moaning uncontrollably each time, her mind blank except for total bliss. Eva's grunts of satisfaction spurred her on, and a strong guiding hand on her hip kept her close, kept them intertwined.

Working up to a feverish tempo, Eva used the riding crop again. Crack! It sent heat radiating from Andrea's right cheek. Crack! The left took a blow too. Eva was hitting her spot with the head of her cock now, every thrust increasing her pleasure tenfold, every slick slap of their bodies an incredible discovery of intensity. Crack!

Eva drove harder, making the entire bed shake with the force, pulling the collar tighter still. Not quite choked, but constricted, Andrea's mouth hung open. Her cage barely moved in the bodysuit, serenely placed like a trophy behind the black lace, leaking precum against her stomach.

Andrea felt it building now. Eva must have sensed it too, for she lengthened each thrust, forsaking the riding crop to pull her hip once more.

"That's it, my dirty little Duchess," she said between heavy breaths. "Feel me fill you. Feel me claim you. Are you close?"

Andrea had to force herself to focus just to speak. "Yes, I'm close, I can feel it coming!"

"Not yet," Eva commanded. "I want to hear you beg. Beg me to let you cum."

Andrea swallowed, still pushing against Eva, still savouring the fullness of her cock, the sweet smell of her musk, the animalistic moans. 

"Please," she said. Nothing has ever felt better than this moment. Eva fucking her, the bodysuit clinging to her, her cock caged and about to explode. "Please!"

"Please, what?" Eva asked, withholding the full length of her cock as she demanded the right phrase.

Andrea groaned in a mix of ecstasy and frustration. "Please let me cum, please fuck me until I cum."

"As you wish," Eva said.

It only took a single thrust. The fullness in her ass restored, Eva hit her prostate and started the chain reaction. 

Blinding heat pounded through Andrea as her arms shook. Cum already spurted into the bodysuit before the sissygasm reached its peak, but when it did, she screamed in pleasure. Grabbing handfuls of the sheets, she bucked wildly, desperate to keep Eva's cock firmly in her ass to the hilt. Unlike her moments of privacy, however, Eva did not slow down.

The orgasm had barely ended when Eva let go of the collar and pushed Andrea's legs together, forcing her down onto her stomach on the soft bed. Her cock rubbed against her cage, surrounded by sticky cum, oozing up her stomach to coat her skin. Her ass was so sensitive as Eva kept sliding in and out, the continued prostate stimulation making her gasp, each thrust a bolt of lightning.

Eva lay on top of her, pressing her hips hard against Andrea's soft cheeks, letting go of the chain to instead grab a fistful of her hair, holding it fast, pulling so sweetly. 

"Did you think we were done, Duchess?" Eva breathed in her ear.

Still whimpering, still coming down from her sissygasm, Andrea screwed up her face and grabbed handfuls of pillow to keep herself from screaming. It was such an artful blend of sensitivity and overstimulation, her body awash with post-orgasm fire, her hole weak from the pounding, throbbing and clenching around Eva's relentless cock. 

"I told you I would fill you with cum, and I intend to. I want to watch it leak out of that pretty little hole of yours."

Eva's voice in her ear made her tingle all down her back, and pinned as she was, she could do nothing about it. Eva took complete control, forcing her face into the bed, locking her legs in place, slamming her into a pool of her own wet cum over and over again. 

Her cock ached from lack of use and the rough thrusts bouncing it in its cage. Her mouth was full of her own hair, but she still found herself whispering, pleading, begging again, this time for Eva's release.

"Yes, Eva! Fill me, fuck me, cum in me, please!" 

She wanted to feel Eva throbbing, needed the sensation of the warm liquid deep within her. 

"I'm close, Duchess. You're such a sexy little sissy. I want you to feel me cum inside you," Eva said, her voice rising in pitch.

Andrea's moans rose to meet them, growing more insistent. 

"Oh my God," she said, her eyes opening wide. Deep inside her, her prostate was tingling again, her whole ass a pinnacle of gratification. She's going to make me cum again!

"Fuck," Eva said, her voice melting any resistance Andrea's body had left. "Oh, Andrea!"

She felt Eva's cock pulsing, ejecting hot cum into her ass a mere moment before she shook and tensed again, cumming against Eva, cumming together, as one. She felt the new release against the bed from her useless cock, making such a mess of the bodysuit and the covers. 

Eva clutched her in the aftermath, her cock still buried inside Andrea, throbbing and sealing her hole, keeping the beautiful sensation going. Andrea gasped for air, tears of joy streaming down her face. There they stayed for nearly a minute, and Andrea felt Eva slowly soften inside her, until the other woman pushed herself up and slipped out with a wet emptiness following. 

Andrea felt Eva's cum leaking out of her, just as promised. It coated her inner thighs. It kept her hole slick and warm. It felt like love. 

"Look at me," Eva said. 

She flipped Andrea onto her back with one effortless motion, bringing her flushed face close to her lover's. Andrea stared into those large, brown eyes and smiled wider than she had ever since her return to the Château. Eva wiped her tears away and kissed her. Slow, soft, tender.

"How was it?" Eva asked.

Andrea shook her head and moved a hand down to feel the wetness at her ass. "Indescribable." She felt at her stomach, her fingers finding more stickiness. "This bodysuit is wonderful, but I think I may have ruined it." 

Eva laughed. The sound was like a heartfelt symphony. "I think you've improved it, my love." 

They kissed again, their tongues meeting. 

"I've missed you. Your touch. Your smell," Andrea said. She reached down to grab the front of Eva's panties. "Your cock inside me."

"So have I, my love. My Duchess," Eva said. Then she reached under the fabric of Andrea's bodysuit, touching the patch of cum she had created. She brought her hand out and raised it to her mouth, licking each slick finger dry. "I missed your taste."

Andrea shivered. That might be one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

"Did I obey you well, my lady?" she asked.

"Well, I do have one more order."

"Oh?" Andrea asked, sitting up slightly. "Do you want me to clean up? Lick every last drop off of you?" 

"No, my love. I want you to take that cage off and fuck me."

The sincerity and longing in Eva's voice sent a thrill through Andrea's core. With shaking hands, she pulled the bodysuit to the side, revealing her cage. 

"The dresser," she said.

Eva went to it and grabbed the key, unlocking the cage for her. She was covered in cum, from tip to base, and all around the cage itself. Relishing the raw sensuality of her own ejaculate, longing to take Eva as she had just been taken, she grew hard almost instantaneously.

"That's my Duchess!"

Eva pulled her into an embrace and a passionate kiss. Andrea bit Eva's bottom lip, tasting herself on the impossibly beautiful woman. Then, she twisted and threw Eva down. 

She pulled Eva's panties aside and lined herself up, then entered her in one smooth motion. She was as smooth and taut as the first time they'd made love. 

Eva wrapped her shapely legs around Andrea, pulling her close, forcing her deep inside. Andrea had almost forgotten this joy, the wonderful grip of Eva's tight ass, the view of her lingerie-clad body expertly moving beneath her. This is cumming like a Duchess, she thought.

They locked lips again as Andrea quickened her thrusts, grabbed at Eva's hips and thighs, cupped her bouncing breasts, and fondled her re-hardening cock through the lace. 

It didn't take long to cum again. For the third time that night, she released her load, this time the feeling localised to her rock-hard cock and her brimming heart. 

"Oh god yes," Eva said as Andrea came inside her. "I love it when you do that!"

Andrea lay back down, totally and utterly spent. They wanted together, the room smelling of sex, the sky outside only lit by a pale sliver of moon. Eva rested her hand back on Andrea's cum-soaked stomach, her fingers idly caressing the tip of her cock.

"I think I may stay a while," Eva said.

Andrea turned her head to look into Eva's face. She smirked.

"Your Duchess commands it."