“Yes, pet. What progress you have made! I am proud of you. My good girl. We’re almost ready to start trying without this.” She pinched my clitoris ever so gently. “All being well.”
“Th… thank you Miss Alice.” I stammered as she gave my aching tits a final squeeze.
“And as for you, Stella, get your filthy self into the parlor, wait for me there. Don’t touch a thing until you’re told.”
“Oui Madame. Je…”
“Piglet! Shoo!”
The poor maid took her leave with a relieved curtsy.
My body shuddered as the ivory slid out of my arse. She thrust it in my face and though the thought sickened me, I did not hesitate to take it into my mouth. It was tiny compared to some of the other toys she’d used on me.
“Good, pet. Beautiful,” she gushed as I laved and suckled the oily prick. “Now, sit up. Hands stay by your sides, no fussing.”
She set aside the phallus and my heart sank as she reached for the brutal chest harness. The very thought of it was enough to set my lip quivering. She leaned forward and kissed my lips so gently, so lovingly, I was astounded. I made no complaint as she fastened it to my body, my tits still free to move though it looked absurd.
“No clothes today, pet.”
I nodded, breathless.
“Let’s see how we go. I may keep you with me a day or two. Your presence is a great comfort.”
“Oh, I hope so, Miss Alice.”
“Hands and knees by the lovely fire you’ve set. Stay put until I come to take my ease.”
So I crawled, naked but for the bizarre brassiere, to take my place as her footstool. My tits hung down, I could see the teats were already visibly longer and thicker than they were before I began the life of service. My cunt was far wetter too.
I heard everything that passed between Miss Alice and her piglet in the other room. The poor creature was made to drink every drop she should have done the night before, and then some. I felt the uncomfortable fullness in my own bladder throbbing as piglet choked and spluttered next door. It was all at once too much and not enough for poor Stella. It was the first time I really heard her struggle to cope with the lady’s expectations, but Miss Alice wouldn’t take no for an answer, and honestly, I don’t think Stella would want it any other way.
I heard Mistress force Stella’s head under the cold filthy bathwater, and I pressed my thighs together as I heard her bare arse spanked at last. I rubbed my sore tits, imagining the sweet saltiness of Miss Alice pressed against my own face. What must it be like to serve her as completely as Stella did, I wondered. To need her so profoundly.
Guiltily I recalled my happy nights of making uninhibited love to sweet Helen. My heart was false and selfish to think such a thing, but it still quickened my pulse to imagine her taking care of herself that morning without me.
A bedraggled Stella hurried through the chamber without even looking my way. She closed the door of her own little room more firmly than most employers would tolerate and it made me jump. Still I waited on hands and knees for Miss Alice.
My mistress went to her writing desk and spent some time penning her correspondence. When she snapped her fingers in my direction, I eagerly crawled to her.
She pet my head, and bound my wrists behind me, I shivered at her casual touch.
When she sat back down she picked up some small object from her desk.
“You’d do anything at all for me, wouldn’t you pet?”
I saw what she had in her hands. Still I knelt there nodding, less eagerly than before it must be said.
“Hmmm sweet little thing.” She passed the sewing pin through a candle flame and held it there. “I’m going to use this on your lips, that’s all.”
“B…but that will really h… hurt me Miss Alice…”
“It will bruise you is all and give you a slutty pout, my pet. Make your mouth more sensitive to my attention.”
“But why?”
“I love the way your lips look when others have been using your mouth. And since you won’t be doing that for a while, this is the next best thing.” She smiled again, gazed longingly into my eyes, “And as for hurting you? I cannot resist that temptation.”
She swabbed my lips with rubbing alcohol and let it dry. Then she turned sideways on her chair, sat with my kneeling body clamped between her knees.
“Open your mouth as far as it will go, pet. Nice and wide.”
She bit her own lip and smiled impishly as she worked the tip of the pin in and out of my sensitive lips. Along the lip line, in and out, like a machine needle stitching a row. Then back around on the plumper less sensitive flesh as the tears pooled in my eyes. I cried out quietly with each breath, and sobbed as I breathed in. She cooed and hushed me, as though she was merely demanding I swallow castor oil for my own health, not needling my face.
“There now.” She dabbed with a cotton pad and smeared some oily salve around my mouth. “Come.”
I struggled after her on my poor knees, tits flopping about in their cages. She stood in front of a long dressing mirror and I knelt beside her. I couldn’t close my mouth, it was too sore, but it looked… Slutty. Sexy. Swollen. Wanton. I mean it didn’t look as bad as it felt.
“Thank you Miss Alice,” I said clumsily.
“You are a sweet thing, my pet. No more tears?”
I looked up at her. I knew that was a fairy tale.
“Lie back, pet. Just as you are, on your knees.”
That was a stretch for me. My head and shoulders met the floor but my back was arched, and my tits jiggled as I breathed.
She sat beside me, spread out her silk skirts against my side. “Do you trust me?” she said.
“I want to,” I said, and I meant it with every fiber.
“And these odd little toys I have, these sadistic habits, do you think I have used them before? On other little pets?”
I didn’t answer that. I kept eye contact with her though.
“Do you think you’re special to me?”
“I wish that I was,” I said forlornly, sure that I was not.
“Well, you are special,” she said solemnly. “Because I have other pets, it’s true. But they have never sought me out the way you do. Never…” she touched my poor lips softly, “never thanked me for this.”
“You’re changing me, Miss Alice. It scares me how… how it feels.”
“How good it feels?”
I nodded, barely, the stretch excruciating by then.
“Stay as still as you can. I have a little something more for us today.”
I felt myself flush as I heard chinking, metal or glass perhaps? But I kept looking straight up.
“I hear you when you say you do not trust me completely, but you want to.”
“I need to!”
She chuckled softly, “Yes, pet. I need you to. But this is a very naughty game I want to play with you. It goes beyond your blushes, and your orgasm, and your pleasure.”
I looked at her with a question on my bruised lips but she hushed me.
“Ah ah! Let me take care of you. Let yourself feel it, that’s all I ask.”
I felt like my shoulders would crack out of their sockets. My lips were burning. My hands were already numb. She produced a pair of glass cups, odd little things, and held them in the candle flame for a while. Then she pressed them to my teats. The warmth was intense, then as the cups cooled, my nipples expanded into the vacuums within. The stretch was lovely at first, as though I was drawn into the gentlest pair of hot little mouths. But of course, the mouths were relentless and tireless. My flesh stretched just beyond comfort, then stayed put, bigger and longer than ever, aching to be touched but completely out of reach.
“Sit up now pet. Good girl.” With broad red silk ribbons she artfully bound the firmly attached cups to my bondage frame. “Give them a little shake, dear. A firm one.”
I yelped as the flesh pulled but the cups held fast.
“Perfect. Now up. Let’s get you mounted for the day.”
Mounted? She let me stand and took me through into a little dressing room. There was a window with a pleasant view onto the mill pond where the swans and other fowl were gathered in great numbers. She opened the doors of an innocent looking cupboard.
Mounted I would be, indeed.
“Sit,” she beckoned.
“Do.. do you want it up my bum Miss Alice, or…”
“As you prefer.”
I straddled the wicked hobby horse, and gradually let myself open around the built-in rubber phallus. I used myself as she had used me, though I felt filthier than ever knowing I could have chosen otherwise. Little by little I sank onto the pole.
“Ugh,” I whimpered, “it’s big.”
“Too long, too wide?”
“Long!”
“Bounce a little as you breathe out, go gently, see if that helps.”
So I squatted up and down, fucking myself as she nodded her approval. She came and strapped my legs down firmly. There were straps for my body too, holding me upright.
“Good girl. Now, chin up, look, this is for your mouth.”
“Oh,” I whimpered, but I took it. She adjusted the thing, another rubber cock, until it rested on the middle of my tongue.
“Good girl. Now suck hard.”
I did. To my surprise, fresh water dripped steadily from the appendage.
“Ride this pole and suck the water for as long as you can.”
I looked at her in wide eyed terror, and she came and stroked my hair.
“There within reach of your foot is a push pad that you will kick if and when you can bear it no longer. I will immediately release you upon hearing the bell.”
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