I was suprised, one thousand dollars is about two hundred and fifty pounds today. The silver crisis was devaluing the dollar, so, for me, that was not a lot of money – I don’t want to live the life of a poor worker. I had hoped to realise a lot more for my maindenhead that that. I needn’t have worried, I heard bids coming thick and fast. There were eight men, bidding, then five, then two and the bids reached ten thousand dollars. Really, neither man was attractive, even as a Chinese, but a bargain is a bargain. Li told me this could happen.
At last, one of the bidders pulled out, shaking his head. The final bid was eleven thousand five hundred dollars, about two thousand three hundred pounds. Even with Mrs. Caldwell’s commission, that will still leave me with about one thousand five hundred pounds. This will help me live comfortably for a while, but it won’t be enough for what I will need.
I was taken by the hand to another room with a large bed in it, where my defloration would occur. The decor could only be considered seductive, with nude women on the walls, enticing aromas, very precisely and carefully lit. I waited, while the final details were arranged. Mrs Caldwell would be paid the funds within an hour of the auction closing. Then the man would be brought to me. This was a very long hour, I can tell you Dear Diary. I was brought refreshments, then I required to use the privvy. I was taken there and then to the washing facilties, where it was explained I was to undergo further cleansing. This was more mechanical, and when completed, I returned to the room and waited. This time for not very long.
Mrs. Caldwell entered the room and motioned everyone else out. “Sixteen hundred quid for you, my dear. A profitable night so far. The money will be here for you before you leave. I suggest you don’t take it, and I will deposit it into an account at the Shanghai Bank for you, Monday morning.”
It may seem an odd thing to say, Dear Diary, trusting a woman of ill-repute, a tart, but I did trust her. She obviously knew my father, how well though, I don’t know. Well enough for him to buy Li Ling’s services. So I am now wondering how much of her services did he buy? I shall have to find out. Anyway, I knew the money would be there and I would receive a deposit book. I agreed.
“Your mandarin will be here in a moment, so I will leave you. Have you been taking that potion Li Ling was giving you?” I nodded, not trusting my voice. “Good, it will stop you from having a baby.” I knew. “The blushing virgin, been a long time since I was one of them.” She smiled, a kindly smile, “All we can do is be graceful, so bear up and think of a better tomorrow.” She nodded and left.
A few moments later the highest bidder came in. The man was Dongshen Jin, someone I knew, a business associate of my father. He is tall, at five foot ten inches, smooth skin and while no longer in fighting trim, he is still thin and looks healthy. He has a look about him that emanates power, and is in that age range between thirty and sixty years. I have found that many Chinese men have a look younger than they really are, until one day you notice that they are actually quite old. I have seen this in their women too, and am quite envious of it.
“You can take the mask off Miss **,” he said in good English, “I know it is you. May I call you Victoria?”
“But-but we have never met,” I stammered frightened that my identity was so easily known.
“No we haven’t, but do you think that I would not know who the daughter of my friend and associate would be? I know who you were the moment you walked in the door, which is why I wanted to be the highest bidder. Besides, you will find it much more pleasureable by not hiding behind a mask.”
I knew I was defeated, so removed the mask. “You better put it back on before leaving though, it would not do to have anyone else know.”
“If you know then why wouldn’t anyone else know too?”
“They will suspect, certainly, but they will not know!” he said, “And your secret is safe with me.”
I won’t go into any more detail of that conversation for the moment, Dear Diary, but I did find it quite interesting. We talked for a long while actually, I learned so much I didn’t know about my father. Then we came to the point of the evening.
“Now, Victoria, you are here to become a woman?” I nodded, “Then I shall do my best to show you the way. But I am curious, why this way?”
“Desparation, in part, curiosity in another part. I will not survive on the pittance that Mr Caper allows me, and he is so cautious that by the time I can inherit, there will be nothing left to inherit. If I remain hidden, no-one will be able to create any scandal around me. ”
“Ahh, yes. Caper is a good man, but unimaginative, his conservative investments do not always pay well. As for the secrecy, you are not powerful enough to keep people silent. That may change if you are as clever as your father, though.”
He reached over and touched my face, in a gentle gesture. “All young women go through this, and they learn things they never knew.”
He caressed my neck, heightening a feeling that came from inside me. I knew this was it, the time I was losing my innocence. I was trembling as his hand slid down the front of my gown to cup my breast. His thumb caressed my nipple which grew hard like it does when Li touches me. My breasts are larger than Chinese women’s breasts, much larger than Li’s. Li says they are heavier than any other woman’s breasts she has touched. My nipples are quite large and dark, they protrude a lot when I am aroused. I could feel them pressing hard on the material of my gown.
A man’s hand on my skin is different than Li’s. The underlying softness is not there. Dongshen’s hands have muscles and bones that women’s hands do not. Dongshen’s hands are as soft as any man’s hands I had ever touched, not that I am familiar with many men’s hands, but they were softer than my father’s, or any man who has offered me a hand alighting a carriage. They are much, much harder than any woman’s hands.
He touched my neck, then slowly undid the buttons at the throat. He took his time and then he surprised me, utterly. He kissed me. I was shocked, for I did not know that Chinese men knew how to kiss or even what a kiss was. I have never seen them kiss their wives, their children, anyone. Never.
Dongshen sensed my shock as he stop and asked if something was wrong. “No,” I told him, “I have never been kissed like that before” I covered up, but he seemed to accept it. “You are doing a lot of things you have never done before, I think. So relax and enjoy it.” He kissed me again, and like when I kiss Li, the fire in my loins ignited. So far, only Li’s tongue has manage to quench that fire, but perhaps this man can too.
I felt his hands roaming all over my body, and Dear Diary, a man’s hands are very different than a woman’s. They are harder, bonier, caloussed in places where a woman’s hands are soft, gentle. I found the differences to be quite exciting. He touched my breasts again and again, fascinated with the size I expect. He slipped the gown off my shoulder and exposed my left busom, where he just looked at it. I know that not only are my breasts larger than any Chinese woman I have met, but my nipples are larger, the brown skin at the peak of my breast is a sharp contrast to my pale, white skin.
As he took the nipple into his mouth, I felt again the differences between a man and a woman. Li’s mouth is soft, and loving, a man’s is harsher and his movement, his suckling, is much stronger. I do not, Dear Diary, say my nipple didn’t like its treatment, for it surely did. As he suckled, he eased the gown off the other shoulder and I was naked from the waist up. As he suckled my left nipple, he cupped my right busom, and ran his thumb over the nipple. Working these as one made me feel quite excited, quite trembly, all over.
He pushed the gown down so it fell away, gathered at my feet, and I was completely naked before him. He lifted his head off my breast and stepped back, taking a long, lingering look at my body. While I must admit I was a little shy, and embarrassed, I didn’t make any attempt at covering myself. I was fascinated with the look on his face. I think it must have been lust, for there came a change in him, a new look of intense emotional expression I had never seen before on the normally inscrutable oriental face. He led me to the bed, and backed me up to it, gently laying me down, with my legs over the edge.
He pushed my knees apart and I was revealed to him, for the first time a man was looking at me, and I was so excited by the very though. I thought that if he touched me right then, in my secret part, I would have felt xìng gaocháo. Instead, he ran his fingers over my stomach, and down the front of my legs. My breath just caught in my throat, the sensations made me gasp. This was similar to what I felt with Li, but it was also very different. The quality of his skin I think, is the major difference. Li’s is fine and soft, whereas Dongshen’s is much coarser and rougher.
As he touched my legs, I felt his shoulders beween my knees and his lips on the inside of my thighs. Yes! He was going to lick me. Oh Dear Diary, you know how much I love that! I felt his mouth moving over my skin, his lips mouthing it, his teeth gently nipping parts of me, then his mouth was on my quim! I felt his lips on my nether lips, his tongue toying with my little button. His chin was slightly prickly, with his bristle, but I didn’t mind that at all. It was his mouth that was pleasuring me.
Dongshen stopped and spread my nether lips, and I think he was just looking to ensure he has seen what he was paying for. I knew my maidenhead was intact, Li made sure of it. “Mmmm, nice,” he said. “I am going to make you feel good now, just with my tongue.”
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