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Analyses of Literary Techniques in "To His Coy Mistress"
"This is Stephanie, my new house slave," Snyde said to Nina.
Stephanie's heart stopped. She wanted to protest but Nina simply looked over her half-naked form with mild curiosity and perhaps a hint of resentment.
"While she's here, she'll be taking over some of the household duties. Is that clear?"
Nina nodded. "Yes, mistress, of course."
"Good. I want you two to get along, so it's probably about time you got used to each other. Go to her and introduce yourself."
The swarthy bombshell knew what that meant and strutted towards Stephanie with enthusiasm. Then, she pressed her hands on Stephanie's waist and leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Stephanie began to recoil.
"No, kiss her back," came the order.
Unwilling but unable to stop herself, Stephanie immediately put her own hands on Nina's toned body and closed her eyes, her mouth pressing against Nina's lips. The kiss was wet. Forceful.
After Nina pulled away, Stephanie shivered. Snyde stroked her chin, smiling softly.
"Stephanie, have you ever kissed a woman before?"
"Well I think you'll do just fine from now on. Nina...help her lie down."
Nina took Stephanie by the hands and returned her to the rug, resting her on her back and bearing down on her.
"This is gross," Stephanie said quietly. "Please. I'm not a fucking dyke. Please get off me."
"No complaining anymore, Stephanie. You're to do what I tell you without objection. Nina, why don't you turn around the other way..."
Nina's eyes flashed and with cat-like grace she turned, swinging one leg over Stephanie's head until she was straddling her in the sixty-nine position. Her bulbous ass was only inches from the redhead's face, which wore an expression of horror at the fact that she was somehow being made to engage in a tryst with another woman.
"If you're to serve me properly, I'm afraid you simply must learn how to eat pussy. Now stop teasing each other like a couple of flowering teenagers and start licking each other out."
Stephanie felt Nina's breath between her legs and then the sudden wet warmth of her tongue snaking out and pressing against the thin fabric of her panties. She raised her own head and felt herself reach out with her tongue and do the same to the olive skin around the woman's under carriage. Simultaneously, both women pulled their partner' underwear to the side and began to explore each other's private areas with their mouths. Stephanie's mind recoiled but her body betrayed her, forcing her face into the musky depths of Nina's snatch.
Stephanie's first taste of a woman was curious. Metallic. Like olive oil and iron.
Snyde chuckled as she watched the women submit to her commands, one through the overwhelming need to please and degrade herself, the other through a permeating mind-washing inability to do anything but. The gorgeous girls sucked and licked on the floor like two starving lionesses. The Madame reached down to her own crotch, feeling herself excited by the spectacle and the thought of what this new slave meant to her grand scheme. She watched for several minutes, fingering herself, working her way to an excitement that made her breathing heavy.
Stephanie was breathing heavily too. Shocking her own sensibilities, she was working her tongue inside Nina like someone with experience. As their Sapphic routine went on, the humiliation of her actions seemed to stoke a deep arousal in her. The tingling sensation spread from her loins through her nerve endings and the tips of her fingers and toes. It was as if the more she thought about what she was doing, the more turned on she was getting and she couldn't understand why.
Eventually, Snyde commanded them to stop and ordered Nina off. Stephanie gasped for breath, frowning with pained confusion at what she had just done.
"On your knees, Stephanie, in front of me," Snyde snapped and as Stephanie crawled to the position, she added, "This is a position you'll soon get used to. My slaves kneel and bow before me if I so much as point to the floor."
Quaking with fear, Stephanie stared up at the woman, anxious about what was next. Nina too knelt on the floor, watching from a few feet away as the Madame tugged her jodhpurs down and revealed her own naked and aroused cunt lips which featured a slightly sagging labia but an otherwise well manicured strip of dark bleached blonde hair. Stephanie's face was just inches away from it and she could feel the heat coming off her.
"Now that you've had some practice, I want you to worship the woman who owns you. Kiss and lick me to orgasm, slave. NOW!"
Stephanie lurched forwards, puckering her lips and planting a kiss on the older woman's box, feeling the hair tickle her nose as she went to work. Snyde grabbed the back of her head with one hand and leaned back a little, giving the once proud woman more room to debase herself at her feet.
Prunella Snyde moaned as she felt the tongue flick her clit and run up and down the length of her thick pussy lips. She then snapped her fingers at Nina, requesting something that Stephanie couldn't hear with the woman's thighs pressed so tightly against her head. Not that it took her long to discover.
Snyde took the cat o' nine tails from her veteran house slave and lengthened out the knotted leather whips with the other hand.
"To serve me is to also know punishment. For your protests earlier, you're to feel my whip."
Stephanie's eyes grew wide as she took this information in and with barely seconds to prepare herself, felt the sudden sting of the leather against her back. She flinched and moaned at the strike but didn't stop licking.
"Ugh! I hate having to teach the most simple of things. Thank me each time I whip you, you fucking slut!"
Stephanie stopped and leaned her head back to look Snyde in the eye, her own crystal blue pools peering up with silent pleas of mercy and her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
"Thank you, my queen."
"Did I tell you to stop licking?!"
"No, madame," Stephanie mumbled, quickly moving her head back between the woman's legs.
"OW! Thank you, my queen!" Stephanie called out, her words muffled as her face remained stuffed in the confines of Snyde's body.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Each time, Stephanie thanked the woman for whipping her. The occasional bite of the knots on her back and ass made her buck each time and the pain, like the humiliation, sent strange signals of pleasure through her body like electric currents. Each time, it spurred her to keep licking and each time she felt her own pussy tingle with an alien need to be touched and rubbed and satisfied.
Soon, Snyde was rocking her hips with abandon, moaning loudly and forcing Stephanie's face further into her.
"Yes! YES! YES! YES! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! RIGHT THERE! OH FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!"
Snyde hit her peak and throwing her head back, began to cum against Stephanie's face as she rolled her pussy hard onto her mouth, trembling from her boots to the tips of her hair as the pleasure coursed through her. The young woman could taste the flow of juices seep over her tongue and penetrate her nostrils. She felt disgusted by the orgasm, refusing to believe she had just brought a woman off by orally servicing her against her will.
The domme relaxed, taking a step back and hoisting up her pants.
"You're good at that already," she said. "I can tell you're going to fit right in. Nina, bring the paperwork."
Nina strode off again and returned with several sheets of paper and a clipboard. Stephanie eyed them with worry.
"Do you know why you're here?" Snyde asked.
"No, miss," replied Stephanie, eyes tearing up.
"Oh but I think you do. Deep down, I think you always knew this was waiting for you in some way." Snyde placed the papers on the floor in front of the shivering girl. "So we're going to start by putting right some of the things you've done wrong. And although it will take a very long time to get there, we're going to take it one step at a time. To begin, this is the deed to your apartment and a number of other contracts and forms that will release everything you own to me. Everything, including access to your financial accounts."
Form and Meaning in Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress"
This is shown by the way he has structured his piece he starts of explaining what they could do if they had all of the time in the world "We would sit and think which way to Pass our long loves day." This means that they would just spend the whole time talking and planning their life because he says o...
// Form & Meaning in to His Coy Mistress;2012, p1
According to Brigid McConville and John Shearlaw, 'cunt' "reflects the deep fear and hatred of the female by the male in our culture. It is a far nastier and more violent insult than 'prick' which tends to mean foolish rather than evil. This violent usage is a constant and disturbing reminder to women of the hatred associated with female sexuality and leaves women with few positive words to name their own organs" (1984). The 'cunt' taboo is but the most extreme example of a general taboo surrounding the lexicon of the female genitals: "Mild, non-specific [...] euphemisms are employed to not name that part of women's bodies" (Virginia Braun and Sue Wilkinson, 2001).