Podcast appearances and mentions of lady mary

It's time to say goodbye...for the first of many times. Lady Mary and Branson are without their +1's, Robert's looking pensive, Guy Dexter's on stage and Edith has it all.  To support the LoG on Patreon visit: https://www.patreon.com/lordsofgrantham To buy LoG Merchandise visit: https://www.teepublic.com/user/lords-of-grantham-podcast

WARNING: This episode contains spoilers for Episode Three of Wolf Hall: The Mirror and the Light.Actor Lilit Lesser is a familiar face to MASTERPIECE audiences, appearing in both Wolf Hall and Endeavour. Lilit joins us today to discuss playing Lady Mary in Wolf Hall: The Mirror and the Light, and examine how the character balances faith with fortitude.

In the winter of 1692, the village of Salem, Massachusetts found itself embroiled in a vicious witch hunt. A total of 185 people would ultimately be accused of witchcraft, resulting in the deaths of 14 women and 5 men. To commemorate the 333 anniversary of the Salem Witch Trials, Scary Stories for the Soul is releasing one episode a week in the month of February, following 10 of the accused. On this, the last episode of our Salem Witch Trials series, we will focus our attention on Martha Carrier, Ann Foster, and Lady Mary Phips. Sources for this episode are Wikipedia, the Salem Witch Museum, Web.Archive.Org/the Boston Public Library, Ancestors.FamilySearch.org, PressBooks.Pub, “Satan and Salem: The Witch-Hunt Crisis of 1692” by Benjamin C. Ray, “In the Shadows of Salem: The Andover Witch Hunt of 1692” by Richard Hite, the 2003 film “Salem Witch Trials” by Joseph Sargent

Hannah French visits Claire van Kampen - the Tudor music advisor & arranger for both Wolf Hall TV series - to explore the music associated with many of the main characters, including King Henry VIII, Thomas Cromwell, Anne Boleyn and Lady Mary, as well as some of the musicians at court: Mark Smeaton, John Taverner and John Blanke.

Introduction to Ascension consists of a series of channelled messages given by amended masters (Arch Angel Michael, Kuthumi, Ashtar, Sananda, Lady Mary, Matreya, Theodora, St Germain) that are designed to provide an easy to understand dialogue about the ascension (raising of energetic vibration) happening on planet Earth. These messages describe what is happening energetically on the planet and how we as individuals can prepare ourselves for this transition. The Wessex Research Group archive contains those lectures that have been digitised and are freely downloadable as a personal educational resource. https://www.wessexresearchgroup.org

On l'appelait à l'époque « la petite vérole » – maladie redoutable et qui tuait la majorité de ses victimes et défigurait les autres. Il aura fallu, pour commencer de la vaincre, l'audace d'une anglaise : Lady Mary Montagu. Mention légales : Vos données de connexion, dont votre adresse IP, sont traités par Radio Classique, responsable de traitement, sur la base de son intérêt légitime, par l'intermédiaire de son sous-traitant Ausha, à des fins de réalisation de statistiques agréées et de lutte contre la fraude. Ces données sont supprimées en temps réel pour la finalité statistique et sous cinq mois à compter de la collecte à des fins de lutte contre la fraude. Pour plus d'informations sur les traitements réalisés par Radio Classique et exercer vos droits, consultez notre Politique de confidentialité.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Have you always believed that Jane Seymour was the key reason Henry VIII reconciled with his estranged daughter, Lady Mary, who would later become Mary I? Think again! The story behind their reunion is far more complex than the popular version you've heard. In this talk, I'll be revealing the truth behind this enduring myth, and you'll discover that Jane Seymour wasn't the mastermind behind their reconciliation. Delving into this historic moment's intricate and often misunderstood details, we'll explore the real figure who helped mend the relationship between father and daughter. It's a story filled with political manoeuvring, emotional tension, and royal intrigue that goes far beyond what you've been led to believe. So, if you're ready for a deep dive into Tudor drama and to uncover the true forces at play, be sure to watch and learn the full story behind this pivotal event in English history. #TudorHistory #JaneSeymour #HenryVIII #TudorFacts #HistoryRevealed #RoyalIntrigue #MaryI

Join Ocean House owner and author Deborah Goodrich Royce for a conversation with Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York, who will discuss her latest novel, A Most Intriguing Lady. About A Most Intriguing Lady: From Sarah Ferguson, the Duchess of York, a sweeping, romantic, compulsively readable historical saga about a Duke's daughter–the perfect Victorian lady–who secretly moonlights as an amateur sleuth for high society's inner circle. Victorian London was notorious for its pickpockets. But in the country houses of the elite, gentleman burglars, art thieves, and con men preyed on the rich and titled. Wealthy victims–with their pride and reputation at stake–would never go to the police. They needed a society insider, one of their own, a person of discretion and finely tuned powers of observation, adept at navigating intrigue. That person was Lady Mary Montagu Douglas Scott, the youngest child of Queen Victoria's close friends, the Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch. Bookish, fiercely intelligent, and a keen observer, Mary has deliberately cultivated a mousey persona that allows her to remain overlooked and significantly underestimated by all. It's the perfect cover for a sleuth, a role she stumbles into when trying to assist a close friend during a house party hosted by her parents at their stately Scottish home, Drumlanrig Castle. It is at this party that Lady Mary also meets Colonel Walter Trefusis, a distinguished and extremely handsome war veteran. Tortured by memories of combat, Walter, like Mary, lives a double life, with a desk job in Whitehall providing a front for his role in the British Intelligence Service. The two form an unlikely alliance to solve a series of audacious crimes and indulge in a highly charged on-off romance. Pacy, romantic, and fun, A Most Intriguing Lady documents one remarkable woman's ability to be both the perfect lady and a perfectly talented detective…and, of course, to find love too. About Sarah Ferguson: Sarah Ferguson is the Duchess of York. She is also a bestselling novelist, memoirist, children's book author, and film producer, and has been a spokeswoman for Weight Watchers and Wedgewood China. She currently campaigns for her Children in Crisis international charity and works on historical documentaries and films that draw on her deep interest in Victorian history. The mother of two daughters, Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie, and grandmother of three precious grandchildren, she lives in Windsor. For more information about Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York's books, visit www.amazon.com/Sarah-Ferguson-Book. For information on Deborah Goodrich Royce and the Ocean House Author Series, visit deborahgoodrichroyce.com  

Join Olympic champions Sanya Richards-Ross and Greg Rutherford for the latest episode of Inside Track, where the duo are joined by the legendary Lady Mary Peters and United States Paralympian Hunter Woodhall. Mary shares her incredible history in the sport as she takes in her 13th Olympic Games, whilst Hunter tells us how he balances sprinting and social media, including the story on how his wife Tara "shot her shot!" Follow this podcast for the “Inside Track” on the World of Athletics and watch the full video version of this, and the other shows, at worldathletics.org. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's the quarterfinals and this week in the tent sees the very first Tudor week. The merry band of bakers must face the royal judgement of Sir Paul and Lady Mary as they take on a savoury pie signature, a jumbled biscuit technical and a mad marzipan showstopper. Who will be crowned the next Star Baker and who will be banished from court? Join Sarah, Jane and Howard as they discuss Tudor week and Andrew's cheeky knights!This year we're also bringing back our Bake-Along classes where you can bake some delicious recipes inspired by the 2016 series. You can sign up for the Series 7 classes by checking out our online baking classes on our website for more information.We have a range of virtual classes on sale, where you can bake and learn from the comfort of your own home. The classes are great fun and if you use the code PODCAST at checkout you'll get 10% off, whilst gift vouchers and bundle packs are also available.*** If you enjoyed this podcast please do leave us a review, it'll help ensure more Bake Off fans find us and would be a huge motivation for to keep making these podcasts for you. Please note we're not affiliated to the show itself or Love Productions, but we're huge fans of their work.*** Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/the-bake-down-bake-off-unwrapped. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts.Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage.Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered. I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?” “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband. “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it. “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.” “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing. “Can it be a little looser, please?” “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body. “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?” “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding! “So when? When will it happen?” I ask. “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.” “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ” I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. “ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below…” “Your future husband” I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered. “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?” “Yes, my Lord.” “Okay.. so we can start.” “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew. “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.” “It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable? by Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered. I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?” “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband. “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it. “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.” “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing. “Can it be a little looser, please?” “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body. “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?” “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding! “So when? When will it happen?” I ask. “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.” “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ” I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. “ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below…” “Your future husband” I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered. “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?” “Yes, my Lord.” “Okay.. so we can start.” “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew. “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.” “It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable? by Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur. I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother. He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile. “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So… who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered. I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?” “Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband. “Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it. “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.” “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing. “Can it be a little looser, please?” “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body. “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?” “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding! “So when? When will it happen?” I ask. “In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. “Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.” “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ” I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. “ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below…” “Your future husband” I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered. “Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?” “Yes, my Lord.” “Okay.. so we can start.” “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew. “Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.” “It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable? by Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married. by Lady Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto. [[MORE]]  Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.  I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father. My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.  I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.  He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said;  “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.” “ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.  “Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”. “My household?”  I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white. “This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.” “So... who will it be?” I ask timidly. “You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few... procedures involved.” “Procedures?” I asked. “Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well... That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.” “Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office. My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately... although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them. “The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me. In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said. So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee. I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me. He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed. “Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.” “What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately. “Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned. I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls. “Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.” “Excuse me... I never... “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity. “It's very nice...” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?” “Am I sinning?”  I ask almost in a whisper. “Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places... that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.” “No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me. “Relax, it's a good sign... Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper.  “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.” I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so. “Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive... Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?” “No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.” I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment. “You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.” I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is. “Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.  I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain.  “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take... it's very important.” Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this... but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror. “I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool.  Numbers appear every few centimetres.  “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.” I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick... I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything... although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it. “Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.” I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears. “Try again,” he orders. “I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing. “Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.” I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air. “10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo.  “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.” Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father. “Thank you doctor and... I apologize for my behaviour.” “Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother... The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.” I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects. “The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.” “Who is it? My fiancé?”  “Daughter... These things only happen at the altar.”  She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt. I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.  “Do married women... have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.  “Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.” I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman. “Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses... but here your spouse will have a word.”  “I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.  “Can it be a little looser, please?”  “Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist. I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.  “Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”  “It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.” A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!  “So when? When will it happen?” I ask.  “In a few days... Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those... the most important ones. Yours is coming.” For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding. My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed. I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair. “Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall.  “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon.  I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.”  I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath. I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open... a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.  My God... what... white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but... it didn't cover anything. Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart. "Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”   “I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.” “Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.” “At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll... " I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter. " Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.” “Then take your phone and call the number below...” “Your future husband" I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the door I sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.  “Um... hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one. I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”  “Yes, my Lord.”  “Okay.. so we can start.”  “Start wha, ah, ah!”  I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped. “ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.” I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh. They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.  “Oh My...” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why...” “You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”  “It was wonderful. Thank you... what's your name?” “You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time... and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman... was also pleasurable? By Lady_Mary for Literotica

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband's adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.I nod in respect as I enter my father's study. He sits in his swivel leather-covered chair, looking as perfect as ever in his suit trousers and white shirt, ironed by my mother.He said in a cordial tone, indicating a chair for me to sit down, then said; “Mother praises you immensely, you have become a great help to her. I am extremely pleased about that.”“ Thank you, Father. Praise always makes me happy.” I said with a smile.“Therefore,” Father puts the stack of papers aside. “I thought you were mature enough to think about your household”.“My household?” I repeated in surprise. I felt my face turn white.“This is what awaits every woman. I thought my mother and I had instilled this in you all.” The man walks around the desk and sits on its edge almost beside me so that he can brush his fingertips against my cheeks. “You are our great pride. You will be the same for your husband. Lucky him.”“So… who will it be?” I ask timidly.“You will find out in time. You will like it. Of that I am certain.” Father blinks one eyelid at me. “First the engagement and a few… procedures involved.”“Procedures?” I asked.“Your mother will prepare you. You have nothing to fear. Well… That is all. You may return to your duties, my child.”“Thank you, father.” I bow my head before I leave my father's office.My preparations for the nuptials began almost immediately… although I did not know to whom I would be married. I also still didn't know anything about the procedures I was to go through and my father had mentioned them.“The doctor will be with you shortly, lie still, my lady.” The maid instructed me.In fact, there was nothing wrong with me, but it was necessary for the engagement to be announced. That is what mother and one of my brothers said.So I was fulfilling a commitment. I lay in my huge bed, dressed in something like a nightdress, but much shorter than a standard one, for here the linen material ended above my knee.I didn't wait too long as the door to my room soon opened. I saw a man with blonde hair and at first sight he was two heads taller than me.He placed his brown leather bag on the table that was next to the bed.“Lady Cecily? I'm doctor Mason. I am here to confirm your readiness for the sacrament of marriage. I understand that this is your first examination of this kind, but I assure you that you have nothing to fear.” The young doctor sent me a weak smile. “ At first, I ask you to move down toward the base of the bed and spread your legs.”“What? “ I could not believe what I had just heard. Red was on my cheeks almost immediately.“Lady Cecily. It would be far better for yourself to do it voluntarily. Neither of us wants it to be unpleasant, do we?” he warned.I obediently move down and spread my thighs. I seek solace in looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. It was decorated with hierubines that were supposed to watch over the cleanliness and good conduct of the girls.“Wider. Lady Cecily, I will have to say a word to your father and husband-to-be. None of them will be pleased.”“Excuse me… I never… “ I'm at a loss for words, but I spread my legs as he asks me. This contributes to the material of the garment falling up over my stomach and the man can now see my femininity.“It's very nice…” I feel the touch of a stranger's single fingers on me. In a place so carefully hidden. The blonde man takes a seat on the stool between my legs. “I can see the hymen. It is not too thin That's good. Your spouse will be pleased with this gift. Are you sinning?”“Am I sinning?” I ask almost in a whisper.“Have you ever touched yourself in a sinful way? In places… that you shouldn't have? Don't lie. I'm a representative of the church. God listens and can punish.”“No, no, never! I swear.” I plead terrified, but almost immediately I let out a shrill scream. I feel something inside me.“Relax, it's a good sign… Your husband will have something to work on.” I watch as the doctor slides one of his fingers out of the copper. “With God's Grace, you will not be a less fruitful woman than your mother. Undress.”I untied the 3 bows on the front of the shirt without protest. I didn't want my future spouse to think I was a troublemaker. I am far from it. I rose to a sitting position when asked to do so.“Considerable for such a young person, but very nice. 85d to my eye.” He affirms, squeezing both my breasts in his hand, which makes me squeal. “Sensitive… Your husband will be really happy. Have you eaten anything since yesterday?”“No, my mother told me not to eat anything after breakfast yesterday. The test could give bad results.”I look up as the man walks away towards his leather bag. He looks for something for a moment.“You have a wise mother. Kneel down politely on the floor.”I do so, but first I throw on and tie my petticoat. I see the doctor smile but say nothing for a long moment. He takes slow steps towards me with something shiny in his hand, but I can't see what it is.“Open your mouth wide.” he ordered.I do so immediately and unexpectedly the doctor stuffs something into my mouth, sort of like a bite block that a dentist might use, and ties it at the back of my head. My mouth opens even wider, which causes a slight pain. “Take it easy. Put your hands behind your back and let them stay there.” The man sighs somewhat amused. “Now listen to me carefully. We must see how much you can take… it's very important.”Take? I understood absolutely nothing. I wanted to talk to the man, but my mouth was opened by some metal. I could not form anything into words. I kneel impatiently as the man walks towards his bag again and firmly presses something to the wall mirror. I am unable to see it for a long moment. Then at last I see it! I have heard about this… but a long time ago I put it out of my mind. Wives had to please their husbands in many ways when they were pregnant, often doing it with their mouths, wrapping their lips tightly around the penis to please the man. The doctor came to me and helped me to stand up, leading me to a kind of test where I knelt down again, facing the mirror.“I know that the lesson programme for female marriage preparation talks about this. However, I understand that you may have forgotten. What you see is a dildo. Silicone. Here on the side.” He points his finger to the right side of the tool. Numbers appear every few centimetres. “This will tell us what level you are starting from. Hence the spider gag in your mouth so you can get the best possible result.”I look at the man, at the reproduction of the male penis. It is so big and thick… I can't take it. Indeed, it's a good thing I haven't eaten anything… although my stomach is starting to hurt just thinking about it.“Go ahead. I won't finish this visit until you take.”I squeeze my hands together behind my back and slowly slide the dildo into my mouth. I start to choke when I feel it at the starting point of my throat and almost immediately pull my head back, causing me to cough and my eyes fill with tears.“Try again,” he orders.“I ca ca.” I want to say I can't make it, but I can't form any words and all doctor can hear is sobbing.“Take it easy. Many young women fail to do this properly.” The doctor kneels beside me. “I'll push your head and hold it for a while Okay? This might hurt a little.”I nod in acknowledgement that I agree, although the truth is that he didn't need my consent. I felt his large but gentle hands sink into my brown curly hair and after a moment he pushed my head without indicating. I'm running out of air, so my hands are almost immediately on the wall to push back. My saliva flows out of my mouth onto the floor and mixes with my tears. Soon the push subsides and I gasp loudly for air.“10 centimetres. Perfect for a start, young lady.” I feel him unbuckle the strap from the spider gag on the back of my head and pull out the dildo. “In the face of everything, I can confirm that you can marry. You can stand up, Lady Cecily.”Although I was still a little stunned, a smile appeared on my face. My parents will be proud, especially my father.“Thank you doctor and… I apologize for my behaviour.”“Nothing has happened. Fortunately, you turned out to be as obedient as you are said to be.” The man hides the instruments in his bag and pulls out a notebook. “You bleed regularly, according to your mother… The only thing I can recommend is vitamins. This will help in creating a family and in bringing new life into this world.” He speaks confidently and writes down on a piece of paper, which he seals at the end. “God bless you, young bride.”I say goodbye to the doctor, and immediately after him mother enters the chambers, before whom I bow as I did before my father to pay my respects.“The doctor has praised you. Father is delighted. So is your fiancé.”“Who is it? My fiancé?”“Daughter… These things only happen at the altar.” She says amused by my question, which I could ask several times a day. “Now you must be clothed and this must go back to its place.” She points to my belt, my virginity belt.I have worn this attribute of maturity since I started menstruating. This has happened to every young woman in our faith. Without it, we might have sinned and tarnished the honour of the family, thus derailing any chance of a favourable marriage. It was locked with a key, and this was put in father's possession. On the wedding day it will be given to my husband.“Do married women… have to wear it too, mother?” I ask as she helps me put it on and then locks it.“Depends on their husbands. When they are in a blessed state, they usually don't, at least in the later stages of pregnancy.”I look at my mother. She was only 36 years old and pregnant, another fruit of my parents' marriage. My mother has never been without a child for more than 2 years. My parents believed that procreation was the purpose for which God created man and woman. They fulfilled it scrupulously. The Church also had this as the highest value of human life, especially of a woman.“Your underwear needs to be replaced. This one is too childish for a married woman.” mother says. “The same with your dresses… but here your spouse will have a word.”“I will put on your corset. A young married woman has no right to hunch over.” Mother pulls out my white Victorian-style corset from the wardrobe, to which I obediently allow myself to adorn and tie it, even though it was an uncomfortable piece of clothing.“Can it be a little looser, please?”“Wait a minute. You will soon get used to it. Look here, my dear.” I turn to the mirror & see my image. No one dreams of such a waist.I smile because I would be lying if I didn't like seeing how small I can be at this point on my body.“Will my sister Elizabeth be coming to my nuptials?”“It is hard to say. She is expecting a baby. It is a delicate time for a woman. You will see for yourself soon enough.”A woman puts a white dress with embroidered sunflowers on me. My shoulders were prominent, so I was a bit surprised by this choice by my parent. However, I immediately understood that this little boldness was meant to imply that I was expecting the wedding. Exactly. Wedding!“So when? When will it happen?” I ask.“In a few days… Our faith wants a girl to become a woman on her fertile days, preferably on those… the most important ones. Yours is coming.”For days afterwards, preparations were underway for the big event. The family and the servants were preparing for my wedding.My belongings were packed, although most of my clothes remained. I was assured that a wardrobe tailor-made for a married woman awaited me in my new home. Mostly my cosmetics, bedding and a small collection of jewelry were completed.I was obliged to go to bed early. Like a younger sibling, I was supposed to be in bed by 8.30 p.m. already. All this so that I would not be a tired bride. I was also taught the art of make-up and made sure my body was smooth. Husbands did not tolerate unnecessary hair.“Lady Cecily, a box for you.” a servant said from the hall. “A box? At this hour?” I ask surprised when the maid puts the box on my bed. It was of considerable size and wrapped in cobalt ribbon. I have never received a package before bedtime. “Thank you. You may go.” I had just come out of the bath wearing my robe and my belt was off for the bath.I waited until I was alone and with great excitement began to open… a gift? I guess you could call it that. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid.My God… what… white lace underwear appeared before my eyes. I took one part, which was supposed to be panties, but… it didn't cover anything.Only after a while did I see a small card. I take it in my hands with a trembling heart.“Hello My Spouse-to-be. I'm sure you're surprised by the contents of the package. Consider it a gift for the night that will make us soon married.”“I will be extremely pleased to see you in it. I believe that you care about pleasing your husband.”“Nevertheless, I know that you are a woman undefiled in deed or word. But I want to let you have a taste of the married life. I've discussed this with your parents, so you don't have to worry about me tarnishing your good name.”“At the bottom of the packet is something like an egg and a gel. I would like you to moisten your womanhood and gently insert the egg as deep as you can, my doll… ”I lifted the full material of my underwear and pulled out a pink ball from under it. It did indeed look like a small egg. I took a deep breath and placed a few drops of gel on my fingers. I opened my legs and this opened up my womanhood. I rubbed some of the gel in, but thought it might be worth doing with the toy itself. I breathed deeply to relax and do the job properly. I moaned several times, feeling my hole being expanded and trying to swallow I took a piece of paper in my hands to read the rest of the letter.“ Once you've done that, put on your belt. We don't want a sinful moment to come over you. Give the key back to your maid who is waiting outside the door.”“Then take your phone and call the number below…”“Your future husband”I was extremely uncomfortable in something inside. I was taking big steps, and it was apparently going to stay in me for an unknown amount of time. After putting on my virgin belt, I handed over the key to the maid who was indeed waiting outside the doorI sat on the bed, but this position was uncomfortable and I did much better when I lay down. I picked up the phone and with my thoughts swirling I called the number indicated. I did not wait long, because the call was answered.“Um… hello? Lady Cecily?” I heard a warm male tone. Nice one.I've been waiting for your call. So I believe you did what I asked for?”“Yes, my Lord.”“Okay.. so we can start.”“Start wha, ah, ah!” I screamed as I felt some vibrations in my womb, but almost immediately closed my mouth with one hand and the vibrations stopped.“ What's wrong, doll?” I heard the man's amusement. “Forgive me. Apparently that's too much to start with. I want you to lie down politely. Relaxed and closed eyes.”I felt the vibrations again, but were much softer. But I couldn't help but sigh.They grew stronger every moment, and that made my breathing heavy. I felt the muscles in my lower abdomen tighten and the tension grew.“Oh My…” I sigh loudly, but then the vibration stops. “What? why…”“You need to rest, little doll. I cannot let you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. It awaits you only in our life together.”“It was wonderful. Thank you… what's your name?”“You'll find out soon. Now go to sleep as a good girl.” He said, then hung up. I experienced something like this for the first time… and it's not the end, apparently. So, the life of a married woman… was also pleasurable?by Lady_Mary for Literotica

It's time to set the record straight with Lady Mary Tudor! Was she really bloody Mary, was she as terrible as some history books make her out to be? Join me in conversation with Amanda Schiavo as we dive into the Tudor world and set the record straight. We'll also get a peek into her incredible historical fiction In Her Own Right You can find Amanda here! Buy the Book https://www.blackrosewriting.com/historicaladventure/inherownright TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@authoramandaschiavo?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc ⭐️⭐️Calm History!⭐️⭐️ Try the new podcast, Calm History: https://www.calmhistory.com/ Want more For the Love of History? Patreon  https://www.patreon.com/fortheloveofhistorypodcast?fan_landing=true&view_as=public Instagram  https://www.instagram.com/fortheloveof_historypodcast/?hl=en Webstite  https://www.fortheloveofhistorypod.com/about TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@4theloveofhistory Spotify  https://open.spotify.com/show/6SjwlXC5e8uvPxXE8siyEZ?si=1f813135bad1471c Merch Store  https://www.bonfire.com/store/for-the-love-of-history/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The panel reads three poems by Lady Mary Wroth, from The Countess of Montgomery's Urania and Pamphilia to Amphilanthus, discussing their context, social impact, and the paradox of their genre conventionality but also Elizabethan authorial radicalism.Continue reading

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I couldn't stay away from Carsely, so I decided that I wouldn't. With a whole series to choose from I decided to return to the small Cotswold Village with book 31 in the series, Hot to Trot. Agatha and Charles are in trouble, and it's not the fun kind. Charles's new and admittedly unbearable young wife, Mary, has been found dead and of course, CI Wilkes is placing Agatha on the suspect list. Agatha knows that she has to solve the murder before Charles is jailed for killing his bride...but the suspect list is long and time is growing short. With the help of her friends, she will find out who killed Lady Mary and get an innocent man free before things go even more wrong. Find out what I thought about this 2020 cosy mystery release, and you know I won't reveal the ending! Featured episodes Cosy mystery playlist There Goes the Bride A Spoonful of Poison Dead on Target Iron Flame Episode links Instagram Being Bookish Website

Dead Love Has Chains by Mary Elizabeth Braddon audiobook. We see another facet of Mary Elizabeth Braddon's amazing talent in Dead Love Has Chains, written in her seventies. Focusing on character and human psychology rather than detection and crime, this is one of her most interesting novels. Pregnant and unmarried Irene Thelliston is sent home from India to live with her Aunt in Ireland. On her sea voyage she reveals her secret to Lady Mary Harling who swears to keep her confidence. Several years later to the horror of Lady Mary she becomes engaged to her son Conrad who has his own rather questionable past. Desperate to prevent this union, will Lady Mary break her oath?? When Irene's former lover returns threatening to come between her and Conrad, will their love prevail?????? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

"He's nice. He likes cars, and he's mad about you. I rest my case." - says Tom Branson to Lady Mary about Henry Talbot. Initially, I figured… meh! - Downton Abbey is going to be some stuffy pre-war British soap drama, it'll be just OK, I'll give it an episode or two. But I found myself rather enamored by all aspects of it. The show has its moments of exaggerated drama and bits of upstairs/downstairs… but each episode is packed and feels like a separate movie and not a serial or episodic story. Oh yea, and there's lot of interesting cars in there too!  Articles from the TL:DR mini-series can be found on gtmotorsports.org; and if you'd like early access to these minisodes, be sure to check out our Patreon. ======================================================================== Check out our membership program and go VIP at: https://www.patreon.com/gtmotorsports Other cool stuff: https://linkin.bio/grantouringmotorsports GTM = Years of racing, wrenching and Motorsports experience brings together a top notch collection of knowledge, stories and information. #everyonehasastory #gtmbreakfix - gtmotorsports.org

In this week's episode of Downton Abbey, the Crawley family and the servants prepare for the annual flower show. But even as they enjoy the festivities, they are also dealing with some serious challenges. Isobel is upset to learn that Countess Violet has won the Grantham Cup for Best Bloom for the past 10 years, even though Molesley's father grows the best roses. Violet denies any wrongdoing, but Isobel is not convinced. Isobel is a kind and compassionate woman, and she believes that Molesley's father deserves to win the award. She is determined to find out the truth, and she sets out to investigate. Daisy is still shaken by the events of the previous episode, when she witnessed the death of Mr. Pamuk in Lady Mary's room. O'Brien and Thomas continue to scheme against her, and they try to get her to tell Lady Edith about Mr. Pamuk's death. Daisy is scared and confused, and she doesn't know who to trust. She is afraid that if she tells anyone what she knows, she will be blamed for Mr. Pamuk's death. Bates is framed for stealing a snuff box by O'Brien and Thomas. Anna and Bates are able to clear Bates' name, but the incident leaves them shaken. Bates is a good man, and he is innocent of the crime. But O'Brien and Thomas are determined to ruin his life. They will stop at nothing to get what they want. Lady Mary is still dealing with the fallout from Mr. Pamuk's death. She is worried that her reputation has been ruined, and she is reluctant to marry Matthew Crawley. Lady Mary is a strong and independent woman, but she has been through a lot in the past few weeks. She is not sure if she is ready to move on with her life. Sir Anthony Strallan arrives at Downton Abbey as a potential suitor for Lady Mary. He is everything that Matthew is not: old, stuffy, and not very attractive. Lady Mary is not interested in him, but her mother, Lady Cora, is determined to see her married. Lady Cora is a loving and supportive mother, but she can be a bit overbearing at times. She wants what is best for her daughter, but she needs to learn to let her go. The episode ends with the flower show. Isobel is overjoyed when Molesley's father wins the Grantham Cup. Lady Mary is also happy, as she realizes that she does not need to marry Sir Anthony Strallan to be happy. She can be happy on her own terms.

Welcome to the Downton Abbey Podcast, where we recap and discuss every episode of the hit period drama. Today we're talking about Series 1 Episode 3, which aired on October 10, 2010 on ITV and January 16, 2011 on PBS. •  This episode is also known as "The One With Pamuk", because it features one of the most shocking and scandalous events in Downton Abbey history: the death of a Turkish diplomat in Lady Mary's bed. •  The episode begins with the arrival of Evelyn Napier, a handsome and wealthy suitor for Mary, who brings along his friend Kemal Pamuk, a dashing and charming Turkish attaché. Mary is instantly smitten with Pamuk, who flirts with her at every opportunity, while ignoring the jealous Napier. •  Meanwhile, downstairs, Gwen, one of the maids, reveals her ambition to become a secretary and has bought a typewriter to practice her skills. She receives a letter from a potential employer, but hides it from the rest of the staff. Sybil, the youngest and most progressive Crawley sister, discovers Gwen's secret and offers to help her with her application and reference. •  At night, Pamuk sneaks into Mary's bedroom and seduces her. She initially resists, but then gives in to his advances. However, in the middle of their passionate encounter, he suffers a fatal heart attack and dies in her bed. Mary is horrified and calls for her mother Cora, who enlists the help of Anna, the head housemaid, to move the body back to Pamuk's room. They manage to do so without being noticed by most of the household, except for Daisy, the kitchen maid, who sees them carrying the corpse. •  The next day, Pamuk's death is announced as a natural cause and his body is taken away. Mary is traumatised by the experience and fears that her reputation will be ruined if the truth ever comes out. Cora and Anna assure her that they will keep her secret, but they are also worried about the consequences. Daisy is confused and frightened by what she saw, but keeps quiet for now. •  The episode also features several subplots involving other characters: Bates tries to cure his limp with a painful device that Mrs. Hughes helps him remove; Edith spends a pleasant day with Matthew, who is still oblivious to her feelings for him; and O'Brien schemes to expose Gwen's secretarial aspirations and sabotage her chances. What did you think of this episode? Did you like Pamuk as a character? Do you sympathise with Mary or blame her for her actions? How do you think this scandal will affect her future? Let us know your thoughts in the comments or on social media. And don't forget to tune in next time for Series 1 Episode 4. Thanks for listening!

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Helping to eradicate smallpox. Experiencing bewildering treatment in an Ottoman bathouse - a hamman. Having a failed relationship with Clotworthy Skeffington. The story of the life of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu is extraordinary. Listen to William Dalrymple and Anita Anand tell it. IRC link: https://www.rescue.org/uk  DEC link: https://donation.dec.org.uk/turkey-syria-earthquake-appeal LRB Empire offer: lrb.me/empire Twitter: @Empirepoduk Goalhangerpodcasts.com Producer: Callum Hill Exec Producer: Jack Davenport Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Today's Tudor quote is from the eight-year-old King Edward VI, who was actually Prince Edward at the time.  Historian and author Claire Ridgway shares a letter he wrote to his half-sister, the Lady Mary ( Mary I).

Please subscribe! ToDiForDaily.com's Kinsey Schofield talks to author Gareth Russell about his new book, Do Let's Have Another Drink! The Dry Wit and Fizzy Life of Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother. The pair discuss how his uber-talented friend, Michelle Dockery aka Lady Mary Crawley of Downton Abbey, motivated him to pursue this tribute to the Queen Mother. They also discuss a car accident that could have taken the life of baby Queen Elizabeth II and how society's reaction reveals public perception of Edward VIII. PLUS, Queen Mary... Million Dollar Matchmaker! Who knew?! Purchase Do Let's Have Another Drink! (Simon and Schuster) now! Link to purchase - https://amzn.to/3niTC8i. Visit ToDiForDaily.com for additional information. Kinsey Schofield is a Los Angeles-based royals expert and the host of the To Di For Daily podcast. The To Di For Daily podcast cover art was designed by famed pop artist, Analy Diego. You can now listen to these interviews wherever you find your favorite podcasts and YouTube. Search To Di For Daily or Kinsey Schofield. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/kinsey-schofield/support

Lady Mary Wroth is often considered the first female writer in England to publish a work of prose under her own name. But her romance, The Countess of Montgomery's Urania, would lead to scandal for more reasons than just a female author... Support Noble Blood: — Bonus episodes, stickers, and scripts on Patreon — Merch! — Order Dana's book, 'Anatomy: A Love Story' and pre-order its sequel 'Immortality: A Love Story'See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tess gives a talk on Marian Apparitions as part of the Women in the Bible series. *Disclaimer:* The audio gets more clear about halfway through the recording (about 8:54).

Author of the first prose romance published in England in 1621, her reputation at court was ruined by her thinly veiled autobiographical writing. Visit the family home, Penshurst Place in Kent, and you can see Lady Mary Wroth's portrait, but New Generation Thinker Nandini Das says you can also find her in the pages of her book The Countess of Montgomery's Urania, which places centre stage women who "love and are not afraid to love." Scandal led to her withdrawing it from sale and herself from public life. If you are interested in more discussions about women writers you can find an Arts & Ideas podcast episode called Why We Read and the Idea of the Woman Writer which includes a discussion of both Anne Bronte and Anne Dowriche. And there is a collection of programmes about women writers on the Free Thinking programme website Producer: Torquil MacLeod

Sir Nigel by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle audiobook. By 1348 the House of Loring has fallen on hard times. Together, the Black Death and the greedy monks of Waverley have bled away all of the Loring wealth. Even the manor house will have to go to pay their debts. Then a chance encounter with the King of England provides Nigel, the last of the Lorings, with the chance to seek his fortune in the constant wars with France. But more importantly for Nigel it also means that he may be able to do the "three small deeds" that will show he is worthy to ask for the hand of the Lady Mary in marriage. Filled with chivalry, humour, and high romance, Sir Nigel is simply a rattling good yarn.

In DOWNTON ABBEY: A NEW ERA, based on the popular PBS series, things at Downton Abbey are changing. The year is 1927. Violet Grantham, the family matriarch, plans to leave a French villa she owns to her granddaughter, Sybil, whose mother died during the series. Many characters from Downton travel to see it and make sure the inheritance is legit. Meanwhile, Lady Mary and the servants at Downton welcome a film crew to the estate, just in time for the technology of filmmaking to change, which requires extra help from the Downton staff and family.

Michelle Dockery joins the podcast to talk about her role as Kate Woodcroft in the six-part series Anatomy of a Scandal. Dockery explains how she prepared to play a barrister, details getting to work with co-star Sienna Miller, and breaks down a few of her favorite scenes from the series.   She also reflects on the surreal experience of gaining international fame as Downton Abbey's  Lady Mary, shares details on her and Michael Fox's recently released album "The Watching Silence " and tells listeners what has been bringing her joy these days. 

Dust off your tiara and slip into your finery because this week we are joined by Downton Abbey's Lady Mary herself, Michelle Dockery! As a ‘Downton Abbey' obsessive (I mean those savage Maggie Smith one-liners give me life), I have wanted to talk to Michelle for the longest time, so I am so excited that we are talking to her this week. We take her journey to the big screen all the way back to the beginning… After growing up in Romford, Essex Michelle started her career in theatre - understudying 10 roles at one time (!!) - before she got the break of a lifetime, starring in Downton Abbey when she was 27. Ten years later, after six seasons, four personal Emmy award nominations and one box office smash of a movie, we are heading back to Grantham for the latest movie, Downton Abbey: A New Era. Whilehalf of the family skip off to France, Lady Mary oversees the filming of a silent movie in the family home. It is also a new era for Michelle who recently starred in Netflix's Anatomy of a Scandal as bad babe barrister, Kate. The story follows Kate, a QC who represents Olivia (Naomi Scott) a woman whoaccuses her former boss and MP, James (Rupert Friend) of rape. Meanwhile, James'wife, played by Sienna Miller, not only has to watch the unfolding drama in court, but also has to reflect on her own role in proceedings. The plot twists are so juicy - so be warned there are some spoilers in this episode! Michelle has also starred in ‘Defending Jacob' opposite Chris Evans as a mother whose teenage son is charged with murder (if you haven't watched it yet, head to Apple TV+ RN), Guy Ritchie movie, ‘The Gentleman' and Netflix's Western TV drama, ‘Godless' playing Alice, a widowed outcast who takes in a stray outlaw played by Jack O'Connell. Lucky Alice! Today we talk about Michelle's incredible journey from living in a house share with her mates to the big screen, the no's she faced along the way, and what her career has taught her about success and failure. We of course talk about returning to Downton, how working on Anatomy of a Scandal made Michelle reflect on how sets can be so male dominated, the coaching she did with a real barrister for the Netflix show, and how she felt truly in her own power when she turned 40. I loved hearing Michelle talk about the start of her career so I hope you find her story just as inspiring as I did. I also hope you continue to listen and find the power to Reign in your own lives. If you love this episode, please get in touch (follow me across social media @joshsmithhosts), I love hearing from you. Love, Josh xxx

Host Jacqueline Coley talks to Michelle Dockery about the development and trajectory of her character Lady Mary, including the great fun of playing a character with a very sharp tongue and an occasional taste for the jugular, and the most scandalous secret of the entire series. Don't miss the new film Downton Abbey: A New Era. The motion picture event returns this Spring.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We kick off 2022 with an episode devoted to a woman famed for her wit and beauty, and later for her status as a sort of early inoculation influencer. Her tale is told by DLS co-founder and devoted traveler, Florian Duijsens.   English aristocrat Lady Mary Wortley Montagu was raised to keep her opinions to herself, be it at home or in the King's court, but she travelled widely, published secretly, and convinced many to take important steps that saved lives. When her husband became ambassador to the Ottoman Empire in 1716, she accompanied him to Constantinople. Gaining access to female spaces in Turkey, she witnessed smallpox inoculations there and had her son immunized in the same way, using a small sample of the live virus that had killed her brother and caused severe scarring to her own face. The principle was adapted into what we now know as vaccination. Lady Mary later left her husband behind in England after falling for an Italian count, only returning after she was widowed. She wrote poetry, essays, and copious letters, many of which were published after her death, encouraging other ladies to travel as she had done.   DLS other co-founder Katy Derbyshire joins producer Susan Stone to introduce the featured Dead Lady.    Find our more about Lady Mary Wortley Montagu on our show notes page here: https://deadladiesshow.com/2022/01/19/podcast-49-lady-mary-wortley-montagu/   Our theme music is “Little Lily Swing” by Tri-Tachyon.   Thanks for listening! We'll be back with a new episode next month.   **** The Dead Ladies Show is a series of entertaining and inspiring talks about women who achieved amazing things against all odds, presented live in Berlin and beyond. This podcast is based on that series. Because women's history is everyone's history.   The Dead Ladies Show was founded by Florian Duijsens and Katy Derbyshire. The podcast is created, produced, edited, and presented by Susan Stone.   Don't forget, we have a Patreon! Thanks to all of our current supporters! Please consider supporting our transcripts project and our ongoing work: www.patreon.com/deadladiesshowpodcast   If you prefer to make a one-time donation, here's the link: paypal.me/dlspodcast

The Steves welcome Ronnie Diamond, Dowager Countess of France, on to discuss his favorite show of all time, Downton Abbey. Before they travel across the pond, they discuss what's making them happy and our recommendations of what to binge in pop culture right now.Highlights includeYes Day on Netflix- BingeThe Irregulars on Netflix- BingeThe Last Blockbuster on Netflix- BingeDownton Abbey overviewThe quest for who will inherit Downton after Lord GranthamThe romance between Lady Mary and Matthew CrawleyPoor Mister PamookThe brilliance of the Dowager CountessThe sisterly drama between Lady Edith and Lady MaryBeing gay back then was not so great- surprised?Anna and Bates, along with the rest of the servantsEnding- Any music or audio clips were borrowed from the original source material.Support the show (http://www.patreon.com/happylifepod)