She leaned down and planted the daintiest of kisses right on my filthy pucker! Bear in mind I had not had time to wash at all since she’d assaulted it, and I’d come twice since then for Helen, it must have been rank with sweat and worse. Her lips felt so sweet, butterfly soft on the tender flesh. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. Turned her attention back to my equally disheveled head and tousled my hair.
“Kiss my feet pet. All over. Then take off my stockings and do it again.”
“Yes Miss Alice,” I stammered.
How odd. That flutter of arousal she had sparked with her lips on that most shameful place spread right up through my belly to my aching tits. I didn’t care that I had still had my arse in the air when Stella came back with the tray.
By then I had Alice’s stockings off, and was licking right between each pampered fragrant toe, massaging her arches with both my hands. She adjusted herself in the chair, fidgeting with arousal. What had I done? Playing with her dainty feet was improving both her mood and her libido, it was terrifying but mesmerizing all the same.
I played a path of kisses up her calf to the back of her knee, then teased back down to her toes. I put out my tongue, and shamelessly licked up her shin, stopping at her knees, asking with my eyes only, begging like a puppy.
“After tea perhaps,” she said breathlessly. “Mmm Stella. That tongue of hers. She’s not as skilled as you yet, Piglet, but she will test us.” She snapped her fingers and I came up to my knees. She finally took an interest in my bruised teats. “I admit, I thought I’d be chastising you daily for going easy on yourself, but you really have done us all proud.”
“Thank you Miss Alice.” I settled with my hands clasped behind me lest I inadvertently cover any part of myself she wished to see.
“Stella. Have the other chambermaids draw me a nice hot bath in the other room. I want it ready within the hour.”
“Oui Madame,” she said, but she looked a little troubled. She glanced at me in sympathy as she closed the door.
Oh God.
“I see the little wheels going round,” Miss Alice said as she nibbled on a toasted teacake. “Here pet.” She broke off a piece laden with fruit and fed it to me. “Don’t you want to be clean?”
“Believe me Miss Alice, I only want to make you happy,” I said. “I was worried for you when Stella came to fetch me.”
“Nevermind that. If you still give a fig about me when I’m done with you tonight, I’ll be surprised.”
I gulped. I had to choke down the next morsel. And the next. The sip of tea she gave me helped to calm me.
I was still all a dither as she led me to her bed and put me face down over the foot of it. I closed my eyes and let it happen.
My arms were pulled behind me and she rocked her hips up against my hips, her silk nightgown was luxurious on my skin. She did something clever with my arms and shoulders and a long ribbon of lace, my palms and elbows met, trussed together for her sport. My shoulders burned already.
“Uppy up precious.” She pulled the ribbon up and I scrambled to stand up and avoid the inevitable strappado pulling back my arms. “Ah ah! Knees down. Tummy down. Head and shoulders up!”
I squealed as she tied the ribbon off to some ligature point on her bed frame.
“Open those legs as wide as you can.”
I did, God help me. I felt my joints beg for mercy. She rolled something out from underneath the foot of the bed, a saddle of sorts carved from dark timber. She strapped my legs to it. This furniture was obscene! What craftsman would knowingly make such implements of lust and torture?
“My God, you have some courage, pet. You know what I want and still you offer me everything.”
I squeaked in surprise as she knelt behind me and went to work on my sore hole, tongue fucking me as eagerly as Stella had. I would come, I knew it. And she would be so angry with me if I let it happen without her golden rule.
“Oh Miss Alice! Oh! Oh no!” I could barely form the words. “My tits! Please! Don’t!”
“Oh dear,” she laughed. “I almost forgot. Wait until you see this.”
I gave a sob of relief as she moved away. Then there was an ominous jingling sound. She came and sat on the bed in front of me so I could see.
“Isn’t it marvelous?” she gushed.
It looked like a big pair of goggles. A large cold metal ring would encircle each breast, sitting against my chest, secured in place with thick leather straps at my back. Each ring had a similar one about six inches above it, with a metal bar across the diameter.
My breath quickened as she positioned it on me, tightening the straps and adjusting my tits, each now effectively held in a cage of its own.
“We can work with clamps, or I think some twine today, it’s gentler. Hold still.”
I couldn’t. I trembled as she tied a neat little noose around each teat. She tugged playfully on them and I rocked as far forward as I could to ease the pain.
“Oh!” I yelped as I reached the limit and she pulled just a few fractions of an inch further. “God!”
She tied the strings to the cages. My poor tits burned. The taut nooses made my nipples cold and dusky by the time she’d rigged her strap on. It was the smallest toy I’d seen yet, with a gentle upward curve.
She swung the phallus lazily too and fro, ready to fuck me where her tongue had kissed so gently. “You see how I care for you, pet?” She murmured as she lubed up the shaft. “I can be soft with you.”
My rim protested for less than a second before she slid the length into me. In a single stroke.
I grunted low and hard as she bottomed out and held me, hands curled around my hips right on yesterday’s bruises. “My Molly,” she breathed, “dear sweet precious thing.”
“F… fuck!” I screamed as she began to thrust, never pulling out, just rocking… deeper… into me… filling me… making me… “Aaaah! Ah Fuck! Fuuuck!”
“Good girl,” she said, holding still and squeezing my bound hands. “Yes. You. Are.” Her rhythm changed, longer strokes, angled higher.
“Oh Miss Alice!”
“Beautiful. Simply beautiful.” She unhooked my hands and I fell forward.
The cages dug into my chest but the blessed relief in my arms was worth it. I moved my hips with hers, matching her strokes. I was nowhere near orgasm any more but I loved it anyway, the feel of her fucking my dirty hole on those magnificent brocade sheets. There was an ache in my battered insides that sharpened with each thrust.
She unfastened my legs and spun me around. The cock slurped out of me as she pushed me up the bed, then slurped right back up into me and we were face to face, fucking, perverted domination of my shit hole and my heart. She ragged me from side to side with the awful cages, laughed out loud as I begged for mercy.
“You’ll rip them off!” I screamed as my nipples stretched further than I’d believed possible.
“Not today pet. Open your mouth.” She shoved her right hand in and grasped my jaw, and began frigging my clit with her other thumb, forcing two fingers into my cunt.
Fuck, fuck, fuck in my face, my arse, my cunt widened around her intruding fingers. I was hers, every bit of me was hers. She had no more use for my maidenhead, so she destroyed it thoroughly with her hand. Before I realized it was already done.
I gazed up at her as she demanded another climax from my exhausted body. I whimpered as she withdrew her hands, unfastened my nipples, ivory cock still deep in me.
“You are stronger than you ever believed, yet here you are at my mercy.”
“Oh yes, oh please!” I begged. “Use me!”
She unbuckled the strap on and left it in me, lay herself down beside me on her bed.
“Oh, Miss, please let me pleasure you,” I said.
“Ha.” She sighed, satisfied. Stared up at the roof of the four poster bed. “Stupid slut.”
I snuggled up against her and closed my eyes. She put her arm around me.
“You know…” she said. Then silence. Long silence. I listened to her breathing quieten as she fell asleep.
For a moment I struggled with the urge to get up, push the phallus from my backside, seek help to untie my arms. Not an urge, the vestigial remains of my shame. I suppressed it, relaxed my shoulders as much as I could, wedged the toy firmly in place, and tried to sleep beside her.
The door clicked softly as Stella entered. She hushed me, beckoned me out of bed. Did something to reverse the loose strap-on harness so that it stayed fastened around my hips, pulling it firmly against me. I winced as the full length settled into place. I caught sight of myself in the dressing mirror. Arms pinned behind me with a deftly woven length of lace, leather and metal harness my only underwear.
“Monstrous…” I whimpered. I yelped as Stella propelled me through to the lady’s parlour, and closed the door gently behind us.
A bath had been drawn up near the hearth while Miss Alice had been fucking me; the carpeted floor was covered in soft cotton towels and linen sheets.
“W… we mustn’t do anything without her, surely?”
“Non, ma petite. Here.” I lay on my side next to the bath as she directed. Before I could protest, she’d looped something around my ankles and threaded it through the binding on my arms. It was such an unnatural position, I had to open my knees to make it bearable.
“Oh! Oh no, please Stella!”
The phallus slid out, and that horrid ball on the end of the hook popped in to replace it. She had to push pretty hard to overcome the involuntary clenching of my buttocks, but there was no resistance left in my hole.
“Maintenant. Squeeze.” She gave me a little warning slap on my cheek.
It was not as bad as I’d feared. I did my exercise without further complaint. I saw the reasoning behind it now we were outside the heat of passion. Strength was my only salvation if my body was going to be used this hard each day. I worked those crude muscles, bruised as they were.
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