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toys and accoutrements and placed them on a table for easy access from her chair. On each chair leg was a leather strap, velvet covered to ensure comfort within restraint. Smiling softly to herself, she attached one around each slender ankle. The resulting restraint pulled her arse to the edge of the seat, exactly where she required it to be. Spread-open legs were positioned perfectly for the ultimate view in the gilded mirror. Her pussy the star of the show, centered perfectly in the reflective surface, her lips and clit pouting their invitation, “feel me, touch me.” Finally she sat and spread her waist-long hair over the chair back so it would hang out the way of her body and not block her view in the mirror.
    She intended to take up the invitation. First, her rouge pot. One petite finger dipped into the pretty pot, and the rosy glow was transferred from finger to areola, increasing its blush, drawing attention to its inner prize—a pert, tight nipple. Both stiff nubs were treated similarly before a second finger dipped into the container, and its content was transferred to lush lips, enhancing the succulent red color.
    A third finger delved into a separate pot, its contents soft and sweet smelling, enticing and exotic, before moving to circle her clit, the motion increasing its dewy wetness and its sensitivity. Her body—hot, restless, and pulsing with desire—was ready and waiting for whatever she chose to do. Her legs, secured and spread, only increased her pleasure.
    Hermione sighed with anticipation as she slid one, then two, and then three fingers into herself to mesh and dance together, using her other hand to pinch and caress each nipple. Oh, she was so ready.
    Almost reluctantly she moved her hands from her clit and nipples to pick up a carved, wooden object. Silky smooth, no chance of any slither of wood becoming detached, it was her prize possession, one not even Ran or Berry knew about. It had been her intention to introduce it to them when she gave them her decision, as either a celebratory or commiserating move. Now, hmm, she would see. First it was for her to enjoy, and she fully intended to.
    Slowly, deliberately, and with much pleasure, the round end of her perfectly sculpted dildo slipped easily into her pussy. Ah, heaven! She watched in the mirror as her hand helped it in and out, mimicking the action of a rock-hard, erect cock. Why are their sexual parts called after animals? Although on reflection…
    She laughed softly and then gasped as she slid the thick toy inside herself up to the hilt. Perhaps some of their acts were animalistic. Beautifully so. The memory of some of the things she had seen performed as she watched herself and her lover in the mirror caused her hand to move to her clit. It blossomed under her ministrations. Time for more.
    Moving her rear she used one hand to slot her dildo into the indentation of the chair, designed for the express purpose of holding it in place as she moved it inside her, unaided by her hands. Indeed the chair had taken many hours of thought before she had approached Mr. George Hope with a commission. One he had undertaken without requiring explanation for its curiosity of design. She applauded her forethought in choosing such an exemplary furniture maker.
    Now her hands were free to tease her clit, pinch her nipples, and fondle her breasts. Her movements were slow, languid, and provocative, increasing the friction building within. Looking at her glazed eyes in the mirror, noting the flush making her skin almost as rosy as her rouged nipples and lips, Hermione judged it was time. The low chair arm made it easy for her to take another wooded toy from the table and anoint it with some of the contents of the sweet-scented pot. Her left hand gradually circled it behind her back, and she leaned forward in eager anticipation as far as her bound legs allowed.
    The smaller, equally smooth wooden toy slid inside her anus with the usual pleasure-pain sensation, but