Bawdy Ballads

Mad Madam Mim

The carriage slowed to a stop and I glanced out the window at a large white house. The path leading to it was lined with lamps, making the house seem to glow even in the pitch black of night. “What is this place?”

“The house of Madam Mim,” he answered with a disgusted tone. I gave him a quizzical look. “His Highness insists all maidens that are brought to him as prospects must be prepared by the Madam first.”

“I don’t like the sounds of this,” I muttered. He gave me a grim look that did nothing to ease my nerves.

“Just do whatever she tells you and don’t sass back. I will wait at the door for you,” he instructed as he moved to climb out. He held out a hand and I took it feeling that same strange odd thud of my heart as my fingers brushed his. None of the other guards shifted from their mounts or even looked in the direction of the pristine house. What monstrous things were waiting inside of this white whale?

The captain tugged my hand urging us to walk side by side to the front door. I kept my back straight as I walked determined to face even this head on. “It’ll be alright Ashanti,” he said with an oddly soothing tone. The door opened and I froze at the sight of a short squat woman with purple hair. She looked up at my body with an assessing stare. I was stunned by her vivid green eyes.

“Who is this scrawny little sparrow?” she snorted looking at Captain Valiant for an answer.

“A new tribute,” he offered with a cold tone. “You know what to do Madam.”

“Just leave it to the Marvelous Madam Mim,” she chuckled. “This way girl.” I gave a nod following her into the stark white home. Everywhere my eyes glanced were almost burnt from the decor. It was all white on white. She stopped us in the center of the foyer and I just stared at her blankly.

She clapped her hands and we were surrounded by fluttering women who stripped my clothes away in a rush of hands leaving me naked before her judgmental eyes. My stomach tensed with embarrassment but I refused to show it. She walked around me in a slow circle.

“A bath of milk and honey to show off her pale cloud-like skin and heal the wounds,” she began barking orders. “Wash her beautiful blonde hair with the lavender and peppermint brush until it sparkles like the sun and then cut it to her shoulders.” The women all gave a single nod like they were one person. It was creepy. “Dress her in a pale green gown to make her brilliant sapphire eyes glow like a morning sky over a dew-covered field.”

“You describe me like I’m the embodiment of nature,” I snorted.

She stopped in front of me with a smirk. “You are the essence of nature, little honey pot,” she cooed. “No man will be able to resist you for I am the greatest, truly marvelous Madam Mim.”

She clapped again and hands grabbed my wrists tugging me away. I was pulled into a side room to my left and I saw a massive inground bath that appeared to be filled with golden cream. They pointed and I sighed heavily recalling what the captain said about doing whatever she tells me.

I walked into the bath and was surprised by the warm feeling. The steps led my body deeper and deeper until I was submerged to my shoulders. I dropped down ducking my head beneath the fluid wetting my hair before popping back up. I wasn’t comfortable with them just watching me so I moved to the ledge near them sitting with my back to them.

A girl poured the flowery concoction of lavender and peppermint into my tresses, scrubbing them before nudging me. I followed their silent cues letting them shampoo then I’d rinse until my hair felt nearly silk against my skin.

Another tap and I walked out of the tub. Fingers intertwined with mine and I glance at the girl in confusion. She gave me a playful smirk as she drew me into another room. Hands teased along my flesh with slower brushes than earlier as they had me step into a pair of tiny green panties pulling them up my legs fitting them to me.

The playful minx that held my fingers brushed her free hand over my bumblebee mark with a pleasurable look. Warmth spread out over my stomach surprising me. She gasped as she flattened her palm to the bee. “Honey,” she purred before dropping her head to my neck sniffing lightly.

I blushed then as heat flared deep in me. “You bathed me in milk and honey,” I reminded her. She giggled shaking her head but with a snap of her fingers I was moved again to a bench. They sat around me taking turns brushing through my long hair until it laid flat and smooth down my bare back.

Moments later the sounds of snipping filled the room as a light feeling moved through me. The minx ran her fingers through my hair with long touches from scalp to shoulders. “Soft as silk,” she sighed.

“Sister,” another whispered anxiously. She giggled but let her fingers fall away. I stood and they had me step into a gown tugging it up. It went just past my knees in jagged layers of sheer fabrics like flower petals. The bodice was a slightly darker hue of green when laced forced my breasts to mound up high.

“Stunning,” Madam Mim announced as she entered the room with a flourish. “Come on girl the game is about to begin.”

“Game?” I repeated in confusion, but walked to her side obediently.

“Oh yes I’m just mad about games you see and this one I play with the King is one of my all time favorites,” she chuckled dangerously. Crazy old bat, she should be called Mad Madam Mim. “Just remember honey, you’ve got to keep on your toes in this game.”

I felt the seriousness in her statement and gave a firm nod. The girls all giggled and I caught the wink of the minx as the Madam walked me out to the waiting Captain. He looked up as the doors were opened. His whole body jerked with a start.

“Game, set, match,” she said under her breath, “for the king.” She announced loudly and he blanched with a nod.

“Yes a fitting tribute for his Highness,” he muttered through clenched teeth. She laughed wickedly as I exited the door and long after it shut. Crazy old bat!