This choice: How about a tour of your new estate instead? • Go Back...Chapter #7How about a tour of your new estate instead? by: milida  "How about a tour of your new estate instead, your property seems idyllically placed?" you interjected quickly.
Istabel laughs "Spoil sport, but sure, I do agree that I have an amazing place here. Think what you have missed out by dumping me"
She smiled somewhat ferociously then added "It's my special sanctuary. There are no other houses for miles and I'm sure I can come up with a better option than that putting you in that silly costume anyway."
You started by walking around the grounds, where you got to see a lavish display of gratuitous wealth. Naturally there was an Olympic-sized swimming pool set in the most magnificent garden, there were also a large stable and expensive statues everywhere.
You walked past some paddocks and saw livestock grazing haply "What a beautiful horse," you murmured. It was a tall chestnut brown stallion with a regal bearing.
"Yes, this is my stallion, Razoul" she said, stroking him affectionately when he came up to the fence "He can be fussy, but I know how to keep him in line. I just wish I had more time to ride him."
"Let's go inside," she then suggested.
The interior of the house was equally stunning. The surfaces were all luxurious stonework and oiled wood. Local paintings and sculpture by recognized masters was tastefully arranged throughout. You got to see the indoor pool, the games room, the enormous gym and the impressive library.
"And here is my inner sanctum," Istabel declared as she opened the doors to a massive bedroom. It contained a fireplace, a sitting area with sofa and chairs, and an enormous canopy bed.
You stared around the room. The artwork here definitely had a more erotic bent to it. Istabel smiled mischievously as she guided you deeper into the room.
"Would you like to see my closet?" she asked.
You blinked your eyes in confusion "Your closet?"
"Yes. I'm told it's the largest in the Kingdom and I'm quite proud of it"
Before you could find a suitable reason not to Istabel had grasped your hand gently and pulled you through a pair of double doors.
She was right. It was an enormous walk in robe, many times larger than your own and could indeed be the biggest in town. It had two long rows of clothes and a counter with drawers down the center. Everything was organized by occasion
and color. Boxes full of who-knows-what on shelves to the ceiling.
For some reason, the enclosed space was making you feel warm and light headed.
"Would you help me with something, John?" Istabel asked as she lead you deeper into the closet. Naturally you couldn't really decline so simply vaguely nodded your head
At the far end it opened up into a sitting area with full length mirror and dressing table. Istabel opened a cabinet door next to the table and asked "I'm trying to decide on a new fragrance. What do you think of this?"
She plucked a bottle from the shelf, uncorked it and held it to my nose.
"Nice." The floral scents were sexy and made the nape of your neck tingle. "I love it in fact" you added.
"Are you sure?" she teased. "Here, let me put some on you."
Before you had time to object, she used the applicator to dab scent behind your ears, on your wrists, and then directly under your nose.
"Now what do you think?" she asked, looking at me with an intense
expression.
The scent was overwhelming and with every breath, intoxicating.
"So wonderful," you sighed, feeling a rush of happy warmth. You then shook your head trying to clear it as all your instincts warned you this situation was not good.
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