The Secrets We Keep

Day 7: Strap-On – "The Secrets We Keep"

Cressida's gaze flickering nervously between Eloise and the object in her hands. It was something Cressida had never seen before—something foreign and strange, yet thrilling in its unfamiliarity. The object in question was a strap-on, though, of course, they had no modern term for such a thing.

Crafted from smooth, supple leather and shaped with meticulous precision, the device in Eloise's hands looked almost too sophisticated to belong to the era in which they lived. But it had been crafted with care, every inch of it designed with purpose. The base was made from polished brass, engraved with delicate filigree patterns, the straps of the finest leather that would buckle securely around Eloise's waist and hips. The phallus itself was carved from ivory, its smooth surface gleaming in the dim candlelight, shaped to resemble the male anatomy in startling detail.

Cressida's eyes widened as she took in the sight of it, her breath catching in her throat. She had heard whispers, rumors of such things—secret devices made for women who sought pleasures beyond what society allowed. But to see it here, in Eloise's hands, ready to be used, was something else entirely.

Eloise's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile as she saw the look of wonder and curiosity in Cressida's eyes. "You're intrigued, aren't you?" she asked, her voice low and filled with amusement. "I knew you would be."

Cressida swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest as she met Eloise's gaze. "Where… where did you find such a thing?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly as her mind struggled to comprehend the implications of what Eloise had brought into the room.

Eloise's smile deepened, her fingers trailing lightly over the polished brass and ivory as she stepped closer to Cressida, her presence commanding the space between them. "I've just received it," she admitted, her voice soft but filled with quiet confidence. "I had it made… specifically for this."

Cressida's eyes widened even further, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at Eloise. "You had it made?"

Eloise nodded, her gaze darkening with desire as she set the device down on the edge of the bed, her fingers deftly beginning to unfasten the ties of her gown. "There's a woman in the East End," she explained, her voice low and deliberate. "A Frenchwoman who caters to… particular tastes. I heard of her through a friend, and I knew I had to see what she could make for me."

Cressida's breath hitched at the revelation, her mind reeling with the thought of Eloise venturing into the more shadowed corners of society to seek out such a thing. It was so unlike anything she had ever imagined for herself—so foreign and dangerous. And yet, the thought of Eloise taking charge, of commanding their intimacy in such a way, made her pulse quicken with a mixture of fear and desire.

"She was more than happy to oblige," Eloise continued, her voice thick with satisfaction as she slipped out of her gown, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the soft underclothes that clung to her skin. "And when I described exactly what I wanted… well, she crafted this."

Cressida's gaze flickered to the device once more, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she took in its intricate design. The leather straps, the polished brass, the smooth ivory phallus—all of it was crafted with such care, such precision, that it left her trembling with both curiosity and trepidation.

Eloise knelt before her now, her hands reaching out to gently undo the fastenings of Cressida's gown, her fingers brushing lightly over the exposed skin as she spoke. "I've thought about this for a long time," she murmured, her voice low and filled with intent. "About what it would feel like to take you like this… to possess you in a way that only men are allowed to."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as her gown slowly slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft, pale skin beneath. The thought of being taken, of being possessed in such a way, sent a rush of heat through her body that made her heart race with anticipation.

"I want to show you what it feels like," Eloise whispered, her voice thick with desire as she stood, slowly buckling the leather straps of the device around her hips. The brass buckles gleamed in the candlelight, the leather fitting snugly around her waist and thighs, holding the ivory phallus in place. "I want to take you… as a man would."

Cressida's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched Eloise finish fastening the device, the sight of her lover wearing such a thing both thrilling and terrifying. There was something undeniably powerful about the way Eloise stood before her now—something commanding, something deeply masculine, and yet still undeniably Eloise.

Eloise stepped forward, her hands reaching out to gently guide Cressida back onto the bed, her touch firm but filled with care as she laid her down on the soft sheets. Cressida's body trembled with anticipation as she lay there, her breath coming in shallow bursts as Eloise knelt between her legs, her hands sliding up the length of her thighs, spreading her open with a care that made Cressida's pulse race.

The cool touch of the ivory phallus against her inner thigh made Cressida gasp, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as she felt the weight of what was about to happen settle over her. There was something deeply primal about the way Eloise held her now, the way she positioned herself above her, the smooth surface of the phallus pressing gently against her entrance.

"Are you ready?" Eloise whispered, her voice low and filled with intent as she met Cressida's gaze, her hand resting gently on her hip, steadying her as she prepared to take her.

Cressida's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as the weight of what was about to happen settled over her. She had never done this before, never allowed herself to be taken in such a way. And yet, the thought of being Eloise's, of letting her be the first to claim her like this, made her pulse quicken with both fear and desire.

Eloise must have seen the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes because she paused, her expression softening as her free hand gently caressed Cressida's cheek. "It might be… uncomfortable at first," Eloise murmured, her voice soft but filled with care. "I've heard it can be that way for women. The stretch… it may hurt, but I'll go slowly."

Cressida swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. She wanted this—wanted to be taken by Eloise, to give her something she had never given to anyone else. But the thought of the pain, the unknown, made her hesitate, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her as she tried to steady herself.

Eloise's hand slid down from her cheek, her fingers brushing lightly over the soft curve of Cressida's breast before moving lower, gently parting her legs. "Let me check," Eloise whispered, her breath warm against Cressida's skin as her fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. "I need to make sure you're ready for me."

Cressida gasped softly at the touch, her body responding instinctively to the slow, careful movements of Eloise's fingers. She was already wet—her body had been aching with desire from the moment Eloise had revealed the device—but the gentle caresses sent a fresh wave of warmth through her, making her breath catch in her throat.

Eloise's fingers stroked her carefully, exploring her with a precision that made Cressida's head spin. "You're so wet," Eloise murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as she pressed a soft kiss to Cressida's inner thigh. "You're ready for me."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch as she felt the cool ivory of the phallus press against her entrance, the weight of it both thrilling and terrifying. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with the enormity of what was about to happen.

"I want this," Cressida whispered, her voice trembling as she met Eloise's gaze. "I want you to be my first."

Eloise's eyes softened, her expression filled with both affection and desire as she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips. "I'll be gentle," she promised, her voice low and filled with care. "I'll go slowly. If it hurts too much, you tell me to stop."

Cressida nodded, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she tried to steady herself, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as Eloise positioned herself between her legs. The cool ivory pressed against her once more, the sensation making Cressida's body tremble with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

"I'll go slowly," Eloise whispered again, her voice filled with quiet command as she gently began to press forward, the smooth surface of the phallus stretching Cressida in a way she had never experienced before.

Cressida gasped, her body tensing instinctively at the sensation, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the stretch. It was uncomfortable—Eloise had been right—but it wasn't unbearable. There was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a fullness that made her pulse race with both nervousness and excitement.

"Are you all right?" Eloise asked softly, her movements slow and measured as she waited for Cressida to adjust, her hand resting gently on her hip, offering comfort and support.

Cressida nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to relax into the sensation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just… need a moment."

Eloise nodded, her touch gentle as she waited, her eyes never leaving Cressida's as she held her in place, giving her the time she needed. The weight of the ivory phallus inside her was overwhelming, the stretch uncomfortable but not unbearable. And yet, there was something deeply intimate about the moment—something that made Cressida's heart swell.

When the discomfort began to ease, Cressida shifted slightly, her breath catching as the movement sent a fresh wave of sensation through her body. "I think I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You can… move."

Eloise smiled softly, her hand sliding up Cressida's waist as she gently began to move her hips, the slow, deliberate thrusts sending ripples of pleasure through Cressida's body. The stretch was still there, the fullness almost too much, but as Eloise moved inside her, the discomfort began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that made her breath come in short, shallow bursts.

Cressida's hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation as Eloise's movements grew more deliberate, the rhythm of her hips steady and controlled. The cool ivory of the phallus slid in and out of her with a precision that made Cressida gasp, her breath coming in ragged bursts as the pleasure began to build inside her.

"Does it hurt?" Eloise asked softly, her voice thick with both desire and concern as she met Cressida's gaze, her hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left no room for doubt as to her control.

Cressida shook her head, her body trembling beneath Eloise as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to the source of her pleasure. "No," she gasped, her voice breathless as her mind reeled with the intensity of it all. "It feels… so good."

Eloise's smile deepened, her hand sliding up Cressida's thigh as she thrust deeper, her body pressing firmly against hers with a force that made Cressida gasp. "I'm glad," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction as she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Cressida's lips. "Because I intend to make you mine… completely."

Cressida's breath hitched at the words, her heart racing in her chest as Eloise's movements grew more insistent, the pleasure building inside her with every slow, deliberate thrust. The weight of the phallus, the cool ivory pressing deep inside her, made her mind spin with the rawness of the moment, the way Eloise commanded her body with such care, such precision.

Cressida had never felt anything like this before—never been taken in such a way, with such intent. And yet, as Eloise's hips moved against hers, driving the phallus deeper inside her, the pleasure built inside her with an intensity that left her gasping for breath, her body trembling beneath Eloise's touch.

"You're mine," Eloise whispered, her voice low and filled with quiet command as her hips moved faster, the rhythm of her movements growing more insistent, more demanding. "Only mine."

Cressida's body arched off the bed, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside her, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her that made her head spin. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, her body aching with the need to let go, to give herself over completely to Eloise's control.

"I'm yours," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling as her hands gripped Eloise's shoulders, pulling her closer. "Only yours."

Eloise's smile deepened, her hands tightening on Cressida's hips as she drove deeper, her movements growing more insistent, more demanding, as she pushed Cressida closer to the edge. "Then come for me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire as her hips moved faster, the cool ivory pressing deeper inside her. "Come for me, my love."

Cressida's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body trembling beneath Eloise as the pressure built inside her, overwhelming and all-consuming. Every thrust of Eloise's hips sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, the cool, smooth surface of the ivory phallus filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made her mind spin with the intensity of it all.

Her hands clutched at Eloise's shoulders, her fingers digging into the soft skin as she arched her back, pressing herself closer to her lover. The rawness of the moment—the way Eloise took her with such care, such precision—made her body tremble with both fear and desire. She had never been so open, so vulnerable, and yet the way Eloise held her, the way she moved inside her, made her feel cherished in a way she had never imagined.

"Eloise," Cressida gasped, her voice trembling with both need and desperation as her body responded to every thrust, her hips lifting off the bed to meet Eloise's movements. "I… I can't…"

"You can," Eloise murmured, her voice filled with quiet command as her hands gripped Cressida's hips tighter, pulling her closer as she thrust deeper, her body pressing firmly against hers. "You will."

Cressida's breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as Eloise's words washed over her, the intensity of the moment leaving her gasping for breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, building inside her with every slow, deliberate thrust, the cool ivory filling her completely, stretching her in a way that made her body tremble with both fear and anticipation.

Eloise's movements grew more insistent, her hips driving deeper, faster, as the pleasure built inside both of them. The sound of their bodies moving together, the slick heat between them, filled the room, creating a symphony of desire that made Cressida's head spin.

The pressure inside her grew unbearable, her body trembling uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release, the pleasure building with every stroke of Eloise's hips, every whispered word of possession that slipped from her lips.

"Come for me," Eloise whispered again, her voice low and filled with desire as her hips moved faster, the cool ivory pressing deep inside her. "I want to feel you fall apart in my arms. I want to know that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Cressida gasped, her body trembling beneath Eloise as the pleasure built inside her, each thrust sending her higher, her body aching for release. She had never felt anything like this before—never known that pleasure could be so intense, so all-consuming. And yet, here, in Eloise's arms, she felt as though she were being unraveled, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm of Eloise's movements, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she teetered on the brink of release.

The pressure built inside her, the heat between them growing unbearable as Eloise's thrusts grew more forceful, the ivory phallus pressing deeper inside her with each movement. Cressida's breath came in desperate gasps, her hands clutching at Eloise's shoulders, her body trembling with the need to let go, to give herself over completely to her lover's control.

And then, with a soft, breathless cry, Cressida fell over the edge. Her body convulsed beneath Eloise's, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her mind spinning from the sheer intensity of it all. The release was overwhelming, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure surged through her, leaving her breathless and undone.

Eloise didn't stop, her movements slow and deliberate as she coaxed Cressida through her release, her hands stroking her skin with care, her breath warm against her ear. "That's it," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet satisfaction as she pressed a soft kiss to Cressida's neck. "You're mine, my love. Completely mine."

Cressida's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She felt utterly spent, her mind spinning from the sheer intensity of her climax, her body still tingling with the sensation of Eloise's touch.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet of the room settling around them like a warm embrace as they lay together, their bodies still entwined. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, its warmth filling the room, but the only heat Cressida could feel was the warmth of Eloise's body pressed against hers, the soft weight of her presence a comfort that made her heart swell with affection.

Eloise gently withdrew, the cool ivory sliding from Cressida's body with a care that made her breath hitch, the sensation both tender and overwhelming. Cressida winced slightly at the loss, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release, but the gentle touch of Eloise's hands soothed her, the soft caresses making her feel cherished in a way that no one had ever made her feel before.

When Eloise finally lay down beside her, her arms wrapping around Cressida's waist, pulling her close, Cressida felt a wave of contentment wash over her. The intimacy of the moment—the way their bodies fit together, the way Eloise held her—was enough to make her feel safe, protected, and completely hers.

"You were perfect," Eloise whispered, her voice soft but filled with quiet reverence as she pressed a kiss to Cressida's temple. "Absolutely perfect."

Cressida smiled, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release as she turned to face Eloise, her gaze filled with both affection and desire. "Only for you," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet certainty. "Always only for you."

Eloise's smile deepened, her hand sliding up to brush a stray curl from Cressida's forehead as she kissed her again, her lips lingering on hers for a moment before she pulled back slightly, her gaze filled with quiet satisfaction.

"And now," Eloise murmured, her voice thick with both affection and intent, "you'll never look for anyone else. No one else could ever know you the way I do."

Cressida's breath hitched, her heart swelling with both love and devotion as she met Eloise's gaze, her voice barely a whisper as she responded. "I wouldn't want anyone else. I'm yours, Eloise. Always yours."