“What now?”
Stella sat back against the bath with a little huff of exasperation.
“Well? What if this is it, what if her ladyship’s asleep for the night?”
“Merde.” She tossed the comb onto the towels.
I shifted uncomfortably, and slowly lowered my knee. It dug the hook deeper into my bottom but my thighs couldn’t take anymore. My bladder throbbed, full and sharp under the increased pressure.
“These bonds are really hurting.” I tried to read her expression with no luck.
She unfastened my ankles and my muscles screamed with relief.
“Please, I need to relieve myself, Stella. I’ve not had the chance since yesterday.”
The maid grumbled away under her breath as she brought me a pot, helped me squat over it and wiped me down again.
“The hands are cold too much. Allez. Il faut réveiller la tyranesse.”
It was obvious to me how much Stella adored her mistress, but that made her no less fearful as she urged me ahead of her, and we crept into the bedchamber.
Miss Alice lay like a starfish, mouth half open, snoring softly. Stella stood behind me wringing her hands. I took the initiative, knelt beside the bed and lavished the lady’s feet with kisses. At first there was no sign of life but slowly, inevitably, a flush spread from her cheeks across her bosom, and she murmured, “You wicked little thing.”
What a simple pleasure this was for me to give her. I almost forgot why I was doing it.
Stella cleared her throat softly, “Pardonnez moi madame. The hands are cold, le chouchou souffre trop.”
Miss Alice groaned. She sat up groggily, still half asleep and I looked up at her with naked adoration.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she teased.
I held her attention as I licked hungrily at her sensitive arches.
“That was terribly careless of me, pet, and I apologize unreservedly. I have no wish to damage your hands, that would be shameful.”
She patted her tummy and I took the hint, swinging around to straddle her while I worshipped her feet.
Blessed relief as she loosened the bonds around my wrists and lower arms.
I wiggled my fingers, flexed my elbows, though they were still pinned together behind me. The strain in my shoulders eased a little.
“Goodness, what’s this?” The buckles holding the hook firmly inside me clinked open.
“Ooooh!” I shivered as she began shafting me gently with it.
“How long have I slept?”
“Only an hour madame,” Stella said, an adorable wobble in her voice.
“Scandalous,” Miss Alice said. “You only let me rest an hour? Demanding creatures you are.”
“L… le bain refroidissait.”
“I suppose so.” Cat like, she stretched and opened her legs. “Come, pet. Show me what you’ve learned.”
The scent of her drove me wild. I forced my tongue high and hard into her, seeking her bittersweet nectar, the fruit of my labour, but I didn’t linger there. I sucked her sex greedily for a moment or two before repeating the same lewd kiss on her pucker.
She gasped, lost for words it seemed. I felt her hand shaking as she continued to sodomize me.
I laved and suckled, rooted and fucked her hole, and it opened out a little, just as hungry for me as I was for her. I rolled my cheeks against her, savouring her musky arousal.
“Enough! Enough…” she breathed.
I keened as she put more force into her thrusts.
“Now. Softly, pet. Just the tip of your tongue in the very best place you know?”
It was so unfair, so humiliating! Banging into me, hurting me as I gave her the sweetest of pleasures. It felt just perfect, maddeningly so.
“I was so tired,” she yawned, “what did you want, Stella, permission to clean her up and put her to bed?”
“Oui Madame.”
“Silly creatures, both of you.” The ball popped out of me but they didn’t toss it aside this time, it was too heavily used and would have marked the rug. Stella took it away gingerly while Miss Alice guided me to the luxurious bath.
I had never experienced such a sensation. I sank into the warm bubbles, arms still bound behind me. She washed me tenderly, soaped the ingrained filth from my body, took her time fondling my breasts, my arse, even my belly button. She let down my hair and supported me to lay back in the water until it was thoroughly soaked. Then she lathered up my tresses twice and worked the tension out of my scalp. I trusted her. My body was putty in her hands. My hair had never been shampooed before, it was lucky to see a bar of soap on Sundays. To rinse out the suds she cradled me in the water again, eyes roving down my nakedness as the bubbles subsided.
“Stella tidied your cunt.” She frowned then shrugged it off. “It’s a good enough job. Only I was looking forward to doing it myself is all.” She sat me back up and kissed my shoulder. Rested her head against mine.
“Whatever has happened, Miss Alice?” I grit my teeth and drew up as much courage as I could muster. “You were so sad before, I couldn’t bear it.”
“Ha.” She stayed as she was, hands wandering across my sweet scented flesh. “You couldn’t possibly understand. Simple girl.”
“Alright,” I breathed. “Perhaps not. But even knowing how stupid I am, might it not set it right in your own mind if you gave voice to your troubles?”
“You really are the sweetest little thing.” Her voice cracked alarmingly, but she kept herself together. She wrapped my long hair up in a turban and practically lifted me out onto the toweled carpet to dry me. Finally she unbound my shoulders. Rubbed the knots out of the strained muscles with oil of sandalwood and roses.
Then she noticed the chamberpot. “What is that?”
“It was from before, when you were sleeping.”
Miss Alice clenched her fists and breathed a long slow sigh. “It can wait. Damn it, everything can wait.”
She draped a Chinese robe over my shoulders and brought me back to her bed.
Stella stood back in her spot by the door looking miserable. I had a little epiphany then. Stella likely wasn’t miserable because she was afraid of being punished. She was likely miserable because she hadn’t been punished once all day. Not for bringing me to her mistress without being asked, not for taking me away and playing with me herself, not for letting me use the basin instead of her mouth.
Miss Alice curled herself around me, held me tight under the covers. The bed was pillow soft, my body wanted nothing more than to melt away into exhausted sleep but I wouldn’t let it. Something had happened, something terrible, I just knew it.
I turned under the curve of her embrace and pressed my face to her bosom. She let me hold her in turn.
“I received three letters today from London,” she said at last.
“The first, from my son, demanding money to settle his debts behind his father’s back.
“The second, from my husband, was written by his clerk, informing me my son is now dead. Shot clean through the heart in a duel over some bloody card game. The Lord Cranwell also expressed deep regret that he could not make arrangements to mourn with his household until his business was concluded.”
I held my breath.
“And a third letter. Addressed to one… individual in Bristol, penned by my husband in his own hand. Informing her that due to a personal tragedy he must flee to her for simple comfort as he cannot bear to even look his degenerate wife in the eye. Delivered to me in error, I expect.”
I heard Stella give a little sob from her corner.
“So you’ll have to excuse me,” Miss Alice said. “I’m not safe to beat you, Piglet. I don’t know if I could stop.”
I shifted myself up the bed and drew her to my breast, held her as great heaving spasms wracked her whole body, though she made barely another sound. Such sorrow is exhausting, and soon enough, she slept.
*
That morning I came to my senses before either of them. The sky was barely light. I could see Stella had curled up and slept on the floor in the drafty corner. Miss Alice had separated from me some time in the night. Her glossy hair had unfurled itself across her pillow, her cruel face was serene.
I watched her chest rise and fall as I immediately got to work on my nipples. They were badly bruised, still puffy from the bondage I had endured. I wasted no time but pinched and twisted until I could not bear it, and tears blurred my vision. No one stirred as I whimpered. Again I pinched and pulled, gasping at the brutal lancing pain of my nails digging into the puffy teats.
I sat up. In the distance I could hear the beginnings of the dawn chorus.
The room was freezing. Naked and shivering, I set about sweeping out the grate and building a small fire to take the chill off. Shivering, I lit it with matches and kindling, blowing the flame to life on my hands and knees.
A soft laugh came from the bed and I turned away blushing deeply. Sure enough, Miss Alice was awake and staring at my arse.
“Good morning Mistress,” I mumbled.
She sighed. “It could be, I suppose. Let’s pretend that it is.” She wriggled her toes suggestively in my direction.
I crawled over to the foot of the bed and kissed her outstretched foot, daintily at first, then licking long strokes under the arch of her foot, just as she preferred.
“Look at you, pet,” she breathed, “my angel. Come.” She lifted the blanket, patted the mattress. I clambered up beside her and she turned me away from her, spooned up against my back, resting her fingers in the folds of my sex, unmoving. I was at a loss until she began snoring gently, so I let myself drift off too.
She woke me again with gentle kisses up the side of my neck, and I felt something prodding into me from behind.
“Shh…” she giggled. “I’ll see to you just a little before breakfast, my pet. Loosen you up ready for later.”
I yelped as her ivory rod found its mark, slipping up the well worn path until her cool metal harness rubbed my buttocks. She thrust gently back and forth as I lay there, her hand rubbed delightfully at my clitoris as the harness jingled in time.
“Oooh…” I whimpered, “Miss Alice, please…”
She teased me like that until Stella began to stir. Once she had the chambermaids full attention, she grasped my nipple and stretched, even as she redoubled her delightful abuse of my clit.
“Ugh!” The spasm had my hips rolling back against her, “Ugh! Yes! Oh, yes!”
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