Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2010 04:29:45 +0100
From: Jen Carob <jenifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Led into Shadow 5

Chapter 5

I was now assured of my suspicion that an unseen world of illicit pleasure
existed within our household, although it's scope had surprised me. The
morning following my discovery of their tryst, neither my governess nor my
step-mother gave any indication that they were aware I had discovered them,
and I felt obliged to keep up their pretense. I began to seriously doubt
that I had been discovered. At the very least, Mademoiselle had not seen
me, so if mama had not told her she would not know. But I found being stuck
with this secret infuriating, and my mind was distracted with constant
fantasies of what had been going on behind closed doors around me.

The idea aroused me whenever I thought of it, and I found myself more often
stealing moments to indulge in that arousal. The orgasms I gave myself
seemed to get stronger and deeper, but the more I pleasured myself the more
I realized that what I really wanted was to be able to join the indecent
cabal for their games.

Not long before the idea would have seemed shocking, but I gave in to my
desires willingly. All the same, the idea seemed shocking and
impossible. How could I, a young girl, approach my governess, let alone my
own step-mother, and ask to be ushered into their sexual society? And what
of the coachman, and his impressive member? Could I really let him use it
on me?

I resolved to find a solution to my exclusion, and settled on the idea of
forming my own sinful secret society. If I were discovered by them to be
enjoying the same illicit pleasures, perhaps they would invite me into
their confidence, and reveal to me the other secrets of their lustful
world.

But where could I find a suitable partner to reveal myself to? I briefly
thought of engaging Severine, but felt her innocence was still a little too
pristine. Perhaps one of the maids would do? But perhaps they were already
ensnared in the house's secret, a possibility which led me to cast my net
beyond our walls.

There were no suitable young men anywhere near, but I did have a friend who
lived only a couple of hours away. Her name was Francoise, and I had stayed
with her family for a few months after mother died, and occasionally since,
though we had rarely returned the courtesy. She seemed the best candidate
indeed, as we had always got on closely, and the last time I had stayed at
her house we had spent a forbidden session kissing one another on the
pretense of practicing for boys.

I approached father in his study one day, and he agreed,

"It will be your birthday in a few months, perhaps we shall ask Francoise's
family to let us stay with us for a time around then?"

"What a lovely idea," said my step-mother, who stood behind my father's
chair with her hand on his shoulder, "I used to so enjoy having girlfriends
stay with me when I was a girl", she said, smiling.