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Chapter 4 – The Opera
‘Tonight, we are going to the opera,’ announced Alice one afternoon. ‘Have you ever seen opera before, Yune?’
‘Mistress, I could never afford to go,’ replied Yune, ‘but from what I’ve heard, it must be at least a little like the Noh plays of Japan.’
‘Perhaps, although I think opera must be more exciting.’ said Alice. ‘The one we’re going to see is quite new and quite shocking. It tells the story of an innocent young girl called Manon who intends to be a nun, but who is instead seduced by dissolute men and led down the path to ruin.’ She was clearly relishing the prospect.
‘Noh performances can last all day, but if we’re just going this evening then an opera must be shorter,’ said Yune.
‘It still lasts for hours,’ said Alice, ‘but no-one ever ever sits through the whole thing! And anyway, we’ll have a private box all to ourselves so we can come and go as we please.’
By the time they arrived at the theatre, the opera was well over half way through. They sat next to each other in the luxurious box, which afforded an excellent view of the stage. And there on the stage was poor Manon herself, now clearly well down the path to ruin. Alice, though, was far more interested in the audience than the stage, and was looking around to see who was there and what they were wearing.
After some time, Alice turned to Yune intending to point out some details of the new season’s fashions to her, but she was gone. Or rather, when Alice looked down, she could see that Yune was actually still there but on her hands and knees, and slowly moving into position in front of Alice’s seat.
‘Yune,’ whispered Alice, ‘what are you doing down there?’ After a few moments, though, it became quite clear what Yune was doing. She lifted up the front of Alice’s skirt and petticoats, and being so tiny, was able to go up underneath them. She then spread Alice’s legs, and lifted them so they were resting on her shoulders. Alice felt Yune’s small fingers opening up her pantalettes, and then she felt Yune’s mouth there at the opening.
‘No, Yune, please, not here, not now...’ whispered Alice, but of course Yune could not hear her over the sound of the orchestra and the singers. She started to lick Alice’s clitty very slowly, and in an ironic reversal of the norm, Alice tried desperately not to become aroused because, from the shoulders up, she could be seen clearly by the rest of the audience – surely people might notice if she, like Manon, were to be overcome with desire.
Alice did not know what to do. She could not move from the seat because her feet were raised up off the floor, so she squirmed around, trying to move her pussy away from Yune’s probing tongue, but it was no use. She even tried to grasp Yune’s head and push her away, but that was no use either as the layers of petticoats prevented it.
In the end, Alice was left with no choice but to surrender herself to Yune and to hope that somehow she could avoid public embarrassment. Yune was clearly in no hurry, though, and so, as the opera finally reached its climax and Manon tragically died, Alice reached her own climax, her own glorious petite mort. Thankfully, by this point every eye in the auditorium was on the stage, and her moans were drowned out by the loudness of the music.
Afterwards, Alice asked Yune never to do such a thing in public again, but, with a glint in her eye, Yune replied, ‘But mistress, you said we could come as we pleased!’
Alice looked at Yune, and said ‘Be sure, then, that you shall perform an encore once we are home!’ and they walked, smiling, towards where their carriage awaited.
Notes:
Massenet’s opera “Manon” was performed frequently in Paris starting in 1884. It would not actually have been performed in August, though, as the opera season started in September.
Pantalettes were female undergarments popular in the 19th century. They were like a pair of trousers, made of linen and often decorated with lace, etc. They were open at the crotch as it was (quite correctly) believed to be more healthy for this area to remain uncovered.
“La petite mort”, literally “the little death”, is a French euphemism for an orgasm.
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