Eilwy nods

What a choice. Either an evening being whipped and caned in the Marquess's dungeon, or being humiliated between her bedsheets as a plaything. Eilwy had heard rumours of the Marquess's sexual appetites at the King's Court, and had laughed at the foolishness of the ladies and gentlemen that had allowed themselves to be captured or manipulated into such demeaning acts. How had it happened to her?

As if reading her mind, the Marquess smiled playfully. "Come on Eilwy, it's your choice. What do you want more?"

Eilwy's face was burning red. She knew that she'd never live this day down no matter what her choice was.

"Are you a little hot, dear?" Celia said lightly. "You've gone all red and.... oh, my!" She covered her mouth with mock surprise at Eilwy's slowly stiffening nipples. "It looks like a little girl has made her choice!"

Face burning, eyes lowered, Eilwy gave a brief nod. The two maids giggled.

Celia smiled teasingly. "What's that dear? Did you just ask to come to my bed?"

Eilwy nodded again, unable to meet the young Marquess's amused and lustful eyes. She was all too aware of how her body was betraying her, like that of a simple peasant girl.

"Well, well, well. You dirty girl, Eilwy! I look forward to seeing how flexible you are..."

She was interrupted by Syla, who came swishing from the main hall eagerly in her dark dress.

"Marquess, we have him."

It took Celia a moment to refocus. "The priest?"

"Caught with his pants down, cock in hand. My girl played her role beautifully. We have him in the dungeon, awaiting your pleasure."

Celia paused to reflect. What a wonderful day it was! But did this news change her plans? She'd had fun with the enchantress already... perhaps round 2 could wait until the next day? But then she caught sight of poor Eilwy's nipples poking sensitively through the purple bikini and the enchantress's glowing face - it would be such a shame not to get on top of her tonight and learn the limits of her body, Celia mused indecisively.