A Lady's private moments

Victoria was reading about different levels of contact with divinity, and yet she couldn’t take Rosemary out of her mind, and the possible threat she posed to her Master. Master… she could not allow harm to reach him, not after what he had told her last night. Not after the responsibility he entrusted upon her. Not after what they did together last night. Last night. Last night…

Victoria slammed the book shut. She got up and paced around the room. This will not do… this will not do. She was too distracted. She was too much in love with Master for her own good. She loved thinking about him as much as the next girl in the castle, but if fantasizing about the moments he shared with her the night before was getting in the way of her protecting him, this had to stop. She returned to the first room and went straight for the book she knew would always be there. She picked up a book about Ximenian pottery, a subject she knew all too well would not be of any interest to anyone in the castle. She opened the book and beheld its hollowed out interior, having its pages cut through all but the edges. And she beheld one of her own secrets hidden inside. She was going to break one of Master’s rules again.

It was an open secret in the castle that Victoria had her rebel days when she first got here In fact, she suspected the new girl had already heard about them. What wasn’t so well known however, were some of the lengths she had gone to try and escape from her Master’s control, before realizing he did indeed know what was best for her. Last night had been yet another proof of that.

One of the many ways Victoria had pushed her boundaries and tested her Master’s limits was through her contraband of items. Master took some of the girls once or twice a month to the nearby town to gather supplies, restock, and sell some of the wares. The girls that accompanied him were also allowed to use some of that disposable income to buy whatever they wanted to better their own lives within the castle. Victoria had, after gaining the trust of everyone present in these trips, been able to buy and hide magical items, weapons, and whatever manner of contraptions that would facilitate her escape attempts. Running away on these trips was a no go, Master made sure the charm was extra strong and that it would hold for the 24 hours they were away, not to mention the athletic powerhouses of Natalia and Freya were always one step behind her. No, her escapes had to come whenever no one was expecting.

Needless to say, every single one of these attempts had failed. After figuring out what was going on, Master was thorough on his questioning of any and all dangerous items she had brought along with them, as well as her plans and their hiding places. Having been suffused with love and devotion in his presence, Victoria had very rarely been able to lie or hide the truth on these occasions. Rarely.

Due to clever interpretation of his wording, Victoria had revealed the locations of all the dangerous items she had bought. But she managed to keep a very small selection of harmless, yet forbidden magical items out of everyone’s sight. And it was one of such items she beheld hidden inside the book on pottery. It resembled a very small wand, it was made of wood, the size of one's finger, and was covered in runes. It also had a flat base with a bigger rune carved on it, as if you could set it standing on your desk. She grabbed the object, put the fake book back on the shelf, and returned to her comfy chair near the fire.

She looked at the object once more and, after a few seconds, made her decision. She removed the bottom part of her uniform, pressed the object against her pussy, and pushed the rune at the base. The little wooden object began to vibrate, and Victoria ran it up and down her slit, causing herself to let out quiet little moans.

The vibration sent shivers through her back. She bit her lip to not make any louder sound, due to her worry that someone might hear, but also because of her lifelong respect for libraries and the silence they demanded. Her other hand found its way to her breast. She kneaded it, massaged it, she moved her top away from her nipple so she could better pleasure herself.

“This is so wrong…” she moaned, “This is so wrong, I’m so sorry, Master.” She knew the rules too well. The girls were only allowed orgasms when in her Master’s presence, or during bathing. But this was too important. She needed a clear mind, she needed to rid herself of the distractions of the flesh. Or at least that is what she told herself as she rammed the vibing wooden object inside her pussy.

She held it with two fingers, using the base for support, and moved it in and out, in and out, gasping, moaning and shivering each and every time. Until she found the perfect spot, the vibrator near her clit, it sent its vibrations to inside and outside her pussy, and that drove the librarian into a frenzy. She bucked her hips against her hand, wildly giving in to her pleasure.

“I’m sorry Master! This is so wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this.” he chastised herself. But she soon continued. “Except I have to. For his sake. For his own good. For his own cock. I have to keep going, and going, and going…”

Her other hand was assaulting both tits now, she had completely moved her top aside and was now alternating which breast would receive her caress each time. She loved having her breasts played with, it made her feel electric, it made her feel alive. She arched her back, she bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream in cries of pleasure. She imagined her Master last night, how he owned her, how she proclaimed her body was his object, his property to use! Its only function was to satisfy him. And yet…

“I’m so close, Master, I’m so close. Only a little more of rule breaking. I only need to be a bad girl for a little more… oh my gods, I am such a bad girl!”

The vibing inside her pussy was at full power. Her hand mauled her breasts with wild fervor. Her eyes were closed shut. She bit her lip with as much **** as she could, to not let any traitorous screams ring out. Her thoughts were only of Master, of her utter submission last night, of his gentle touch, of the amazing way he fucked her, of his beautiful smile, of his sweaty skin, of his loving gaze, of his arousing musk. Master. Master. Mas—

“Oh, my Lady! Your meal is ready!”

FUCK!

Victoria scrambled to hide her misdeeds. She pressed the rune and the vibing stopped, she then pushed it all the way into her pussy and covered the bigger base with her uniform. She adjusted her tits back into place as best as she could, and her hands fumbled against each other in her rush to grab any book and open it in an effort to look busy.

And just as she did, Iris opened the door to the reading room bringing a tray of food.

“Lady, you gotta smell this breakfast! The smell is so good!”

Thank the heavens her nose was busy with the food, or she might have smelt me! Victoria thought to herself.

“I-I’m sure it is, sister! Why don’t you put it down? I’ll be there in a moment to try it.”

“That is no problem at all, my Lady.” Iris said as she found a small space between all the books on the side table just big enough for the tray. The raven haired florist then looked at Victoria and gasped. “My Lady! Are you ok?”

“Yes! I mean, yes, I’m fine. Why?” Maybe she could smell her after all.

“Your face, it’s beat red! Are you feeling well?”

“Oh, no, I mean yes, I am fine. I was just…” Victoria racked her brain for a good excuse. “Reading.” Such a great excuse. “It is riveting, it’s making me emotional.”

“You’re getting emotional about…” Iris got closer to the librarian. “‘The effects of divination magic on the development of trading routes, mercantile vessels, and the green initiative’?”

“The history is full of backstabbing and forbidden romance. It’s a lot more personal than you’d think.” Victoria lied through her teeth.

“Ok, if my Lady says so, I believe her,” Iris said with a smile. “Anyway, I should be going. I have a lot to take care of in the garden before our communal exercising routine begins.”

Victoria got off the chair so she could curtsy her sister goodbye. As she did, the vibrator almost fell out of her uniform and her blood ran cold, but Iris did her curtsy as a reflex and was already mostly out the door when Victoria shoved her hand into her panties to fix the issue.

When she heard the noise of footsteps disappearing in the distance, Victoria let out a gigantic breath she was holding. She needed to fucking relax. She grabbed the cup of tea with both hands to sip it, certain that the serene smell and the delicious taste would help calm her nerves.

They did not. In fact, the moment she felt the taste in her tongue, she knew something was up. The taste was mixed, meaning two flavors had been brewed together. Not only that, this taste immediately reminded her of her afternoons in the grand library, where two of the biggest tea aficionados of the staff would compete to see who had the best brewing technique, and by the end of the day everyone would have both teas mixed in their cups anyway, and no winner was ever declared. It all had always been in the spirit of good fun, and this just so happened to be her favorite tea combination of theirs.

She now knew for a fact that Marianne hadn’t been the one to brew this. Her culinary expertise was great, but she had never been one to experiment with tea, it just wasn’t her specialty. Which meant that there was only one person who could have randomly guessed Victoria’s favorite tea flavor ever. Someone with divination powers. Rosemary. Victoria needed to check the girl out for herself, and now she knew exactly where she was.

Wait, not check her out like that! She meant check out as in, go deep into the hole of trouble the… no, that sounded extremely wrong, too. She would finger out her intentions and— ok, maybe she did need to finish her masturbation session.