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The first part was me and Claire, retold to the best of my recollection. I guess you would rather say it was "Inspired" by our coupling. We made elaborate stories though and  were fleshing out our characters.
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The few other staff have left me alone for the week. With no Mistress in the house, it was just general maintaining anyway. All of Madame’s shoes and Boots had a high shine that I was proud of though, and a speck of dust could not be found in her room. At night, I lay in my own bed. Visions of Claire excite my already active libido. She teases and torments me. I am spanked and smacked and used by men for her amusement, but when she has me, I can see I am her world. She can lock eyes with me and it is just us. I am cherished and treasured. And for a moment she is open to me. Madame hides much from the world; one day she will tell me all.

My hands  roamed my belly and down my soft rump. One has cupped my growing breast and softly squeezes. I think of Madame’s eyes the first time she tasted that single drop of my milk. Her eyes smiled and she sucked for more. I cradled her head and we just stared at each other. She got maybe two more, but my nipple was extended and engorged as I had never seen it before.

 I pulled it now, gently with two fingers, the others pressing the flesh under that ruby cone. There was no suction, so it wasn't the same, but I pulled on my dark red nipple as my other hand delved into my slot. Three fingers were an easy beginning, my sex was so open and hungry.  I moaned aloud as they slid as deep as I could, reaching around my belly. How I wish I could roll over and grind my palm between my pussy and the bed.

“Claire, I need you.” I cried softly for my Mistress, as I did my best to relieve my frustration.


On Madame's return, I hurried to unpack and put her things away. Emma was dispatched with a single glare from me. Claire did not come to her room but instead visited the stables and the kitchen. I stood at the top of the stairs as she walked by, going towards the study. Claire looked at me... and smiled. Her whole face smiled. Madame's business must have went very well. But did she not know she was torturing me? Her little pet has not seen her for a week and my Madame strolls the grounds as if it was just a day trip to London.

Finally evening came, but Madame did not eat in her room. She did not even come to change. Mr. Preston served her in the dining room, where she sat all alone. It was driving me insane! I am wet all the time, as I have said, but the anticipation of my Madame's being home and using me had my juices flowing and my desire peeked. I couldn't wait any longer. Finally, I sat on the edge of Madame's bed. It was high so that getting my pregnant form back up would be easier than a chair.

I lifted the pleated black skirt with my left hand and let the right curve around my belly and find the top of my furred mound. I let my fingers run through the soft curly hair and then down the inside of my pale thigh. My legs were spread wide  and my hole was open, but I ran my fingers just along the outer lips. My palm pressed in just above my already stiff clit. If Claire walked in, I may be in trouble, but I would take a spanking now, happily, if she would just come and play with me.

 I brought two fingers to my mouth and let my tongue coat them as I pushed them inside. My eyes closed and I dropped the damp digits back to my waiting gash. I rubbed them slowly around the open hole. My mouth opened and I sighed. I let my fingers dip in at the bottom of my circles and back out with a flick at the top. My circles got a little faster and my palm was mashing my clit. I wasn't diving them in deep, just to the first knuckle. My pussy was already puffy and, I imagine, red. My juices were flowing and I tasted myself, sucking each finger as if just finishing a chocolate. I lay on my side at the edge of the mattress, my bottom  leg dangling above the floor. Now three fingers went deep into my dripping slot. I thought of the hard thick cocks that Claire has made me take, but as I plunge in and out of myself, my mind goes back further to the night and the man that put me in this condition.

He was lean but chiseled. His pale body glistened over me. Every muscle was taut and his hips drove incessantly, making our groins smack together. I tried to wrap my legs around his ass to ease his pace, to lengthen the pleasure and hold him tight to my mound. But the young, dark haired Lord had none of it and slipped his hands inside my thighs and pressed my knees to my chest, then he pounded harder. His heavy balls smacked at my exposed asshole, each time he drove deep. Beneath him, I was a wailing slut. My head shook back and forth. My hair in my face, in my mouth as I cried out. Above me he panted and cursed, not at me, but to the act. Finally he did speak to me just before he came.

“Look at me. Look at me, SLUT! Open your eyes!”

I opened my eyes to my Mistress; Claire, in the here and now. Her dark, almost black hair pulled back, making her face tight and fierce.

“What are you doing, slut?!”

 “Ma- Madame.” I knew I could get caught, but the reality was different. “I waited for you, Madame...” I was sitting up now and pushing my skirt down, looking to the floor.

“Obviously not.” Claire stood over me. “Have you been diddling yourself the whole time I have been gone?”

My cheeks went scarlet and I was embarrassed. Claire has had every intimacy with me, but yet I was ashamed.

“I, I could not help myself, Madame.” I was timid and could not look up at her, but I said it anyway. “I needed you, Madame.” I closed my eyes at my confession.

“And yet you didn't come to me?” She pointed out.

“I am Madame's servant. I belong to her; she does not belong to me.” I said slowly.

Claire lifted my chin to meet my eyes. They were pleading and needful. There was a small smile on her face as she seemed to look inside me for a moment.

“Get undressed.” She commanded. “We will take care of these... 'Needs'.” Claire's small smile turned into a grin.

I undid my side buttons. Claire offered no help, but walked slowly around me. She had dropped her skirts to show her milky white legs, but that seemed as far as she wished to go. When finally I was naked, one arm cradled my tummy, it seemed instinctive now and I did it as a matter of course. My other arm stretched across my breasts and I looked to the floor, waiting for Madame.

She stood before me and moved my arm. Her hands came up to my dark, almost brown nipples. My body has changed, not just my belly. My areolas are wider and darker. My “B” cup was now easily a “C” and still growing. Madame pressed them to me, slowly, exploring me. Her thumbs pushed down on my growing nipples. She kneaded my flesh and then seemed to heft them. Timidly I looked into her eyes.

“Thank you, Madame.” I barely whispered.

Claire moved in tight to me and whispered in my ear. “You may change your tune when I beat that arse of yours.” but she licked my earlobe and sent shivers to me. “Go kneel on that chair, girl.” She ordered softly.

I knelt on Madame's chair with my hands over its sides and my face pressed into the back's material. I had feared a spanking, but I had also hoped for it. I felt her hand smooth my back, slowly and then trail down to my rump. Claire rubbed it and squeezed before going back up my spine. Her other hand tweaked my dangling nipple and then I felt her breath in my ear.

“You said you needed me.” She whispered. “Ask for it then, little pet.”

I didn't hesitate, “Please, Madame. I need you.” Her hands kept fondling me.

“What do you need, my pretty slut?” She toyed.

“You, Madame” I knew she wanted me to beg for the spanking, but I just couldn't.

Roughly my hair was grabbed and my head yanked back. “Don't toy, little one.” her voice was still calm though.

“Please, Madame Claire. I have missed you.” I pleaded.

“Perhaps not enough. Should I leave for a few more days, so you can diddle your pussy in peace?” She mocked.

“No.” I whimpered. Her hands had never stopped caressing me. “Please, Madame.”

“What?” She put succinctly.

I hung my head and closed my eyes. “Spank me. Punish me for playing with myself.”

“If you wish.” She mocked in my ear softly, before the first swat fell.

Claire spanked my left buttock hard, once, twice, then three, before moving to the other. I winced and bit my lip as her hand stung my bottom. She paused and smoothed it, rubbing my butt. She licked my ear again, making me arch my back from the tingle, then smacked my bottom hard. Each cheek in succession, she Beat, leaving prints until I cried out.

“Shh, little slut.” She soothed in my ear. “It is what you asked for.” She mocked again.

My hands gripped the top of the chair now and I let my body hang. My Mistress swatted my ass red, and I could feel the warmth of the rushing blood, but I did not cry out. I groaned and winced and even moaned when she licked up my back, but I did not cry. I felt her arms wrap under me and cup both my breasts. Claire pulled me up and pressed her body to mine. Her groin pressed into my burning ass, and her mouth was again at my ear. I leaned back into her and tilted my head; offering my ear, my neck, anything she wanted.

“You did miss me.” She finally said as she smoothed my round tummy and then slid down to my sex.

“I dreamt of you.” I confessed to my Claire.

She smiled a little. “Go lay down, pet.” pointing to her bed.

Claire had undressed and was approaching me like a huntress to a trapped prey. She moved slowly with grace and control, kneeling on the bed and coming over me, on all fours. My eyes never left her. Her knee was between my legs and she lifted mine as she hovered over me, touching my belly with hers but not pressing down. My Claire looked hungry and lustful. Her eyes were locked on mine. Softly, she kissed me and then I felt her grind. Our thighs rubbed at each others sex. We were making love as best as we could do.

I reached for her and leaned up and licked her pink nipple and got the best reaction.

“Suck it, pet.” She hissed and held the back of my head up.

I suckled my Claire, and tongued her small nipple in my mouth. I was clamped to her and moaned my own satisfaction through a full mouth. Slowly, Madame ground us together, our pussies so close but still on the others thigh. My hands roamed her body now, down her back and teasing her sides till I gripped her gyrating bottom. My Madame is supple and toned. Her body is tomboyish and slim, but my delight. We pressed together more. Claire mashed my belly. I didn't care. I just wanted her, but she stopped us.

“Are you OK?” She smoothed my cheek.

“I'm fine, Madame.” I assured her, but she flopped down next to me.

“Get on top.” She insisted.

Easier said than done, but I hovered over my Mistress and again we made love. I think Claire loved my hanging belly rubbing into hers. Our grind got needful and began to get faster. Claire took my nipple into her mouth, and her eyes smiled at me as she sucked upon it. I could feel it swell and lengthen and it wasn't long until... Claire's eyes lit up when the drops hit her tongue. She suckled me hard, breathing forcefully through her nose. My nipple seemed to have a wire straight to my pussy which began to spasm. I clung to her, holding her head to my breast.

“I'm cumming, Madame!” I cried out.

“Shhh.” She admonished for a moment then went back to feeding.

I fell to her side, but we remained locked. We held each other and her hips gyrated. My eyes to hers, we were one. I gripped her ass and I was cumming again. My Claire was like a beast, breathing through flared nostrils. She had to be close. She gave short grunts as the circles of her hips got tighter and she refused to let my nipple go. My Claire was clinging to ME. I wiggled my leg to help and I kissed her forehead and smoothed her damp hair.

And she came. Claire shook in my arms. She finally broke from my nipple and moaned aloud as she breathed tiny short breaths. I could feel her pussy jerk against my thigh. Slowly she came down, and was gulping air and let me hold her. I looked at her like a babe in my arms and wanted no one else. She was my Claire and I was hers.

The moment had passed, and what I hoped she would forget came to her lips.

“Off to bed, little pet.” Claire sat up and disengaged from me.

I did not argue, it was to perfect to ruin. Slowly I rolled to the edge to get my feet under me. I stood there naked for a moment, but I asked one concession.

“May I have a kiss, Madame?” I looked hopefully, but still expected her refusal.

To my surprise she came up on her knees at the edge of the bed, and took my face in her hands. Claire kissed me deeply and lovingly.

“Good night, my little pet.” She finally said.

I smiled before turning to gather up my uniform. “It was something.” I thought to myself.

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Madame's mood with me was good for the next few weeks, although I still got playful swats. I would catch her looking at me, or rather my belly, and she would be smiling.  I had to take more pleats out as we entered the seventh month and I felt like such a cow. Claire reveled in my body though. She loved to feed on my swollen breasts and would rub and stroke my tummy. When she first felt the baby kick, she screamed with such surprise and delight.

“I think he is jealous.” She looked up at me with a wry grin. We were kneeling on the bed with Claire on her heels as she explored my body.

“Do you think it's a boy?” I asked her.

“I hope so.” She put honestly and then seemed to hold something back. “A little boy running through this house would be wonderful.”

Claire kissed down my belly and then laying on her back,  she guided me over her and put her head between my thighs. She rubbed my belly and seemed to caress the baby as she lapped at my cunny. I settled lower on her face  with my elbows under me and my cheek on her thigh, and purred as my Mistress devoured me to her own contentment.  Slowly my aching nipples began to leak and Claire must have felt it drip on her tummy. she wiggled down the bed to my hanging udders and with a hungry little growl began her second course of me.

Madame made me wince as she would bite and pull as she liked on my sore extended nipples. I truly felt like a cow; on all fours and being milked. Claire’s humble chest was before me. My Claire has the palest alabaster skin and it makes her rosebuds seem so pink and beautiful. Softly I kissed them, such a contrast to the rough feeding I was enduring. Gently I licked around the areola and then across it with my tongue. I kissed her nips sweetly and breathed warm air on them.

“I love you, Madame.” I confessed softly.

Claire rolled out from under me, and now standing on the floor, grabbed a nipple with thumb and finger.

“Come here and prove it.” She said with a grin while pulling my tit.

Slowly I got off the bed and from her constant pulling, I realized she wanted me down on my knees.

“Good girl.” She smiled at my submission and I couldn’t help but look up at her.

Claire spread her legs wide and grabbed my head. She pulled us together and my nose was buried in her dark soft fur. Our eyes were locked as my tongue slithered out and along her little slit. I opened wide and pressed my mouth to all of her. My tongue sliding through her lips and dipping into her nectar. My hands came up and held her slim butt cheeks. I sucked on her sex and let my tongue fuck into her hole. Claire grinned at me and held me by the hair as she ground on my face. I ate my Mistress to a delicious cum and delighted as she shook above me. She bent down to kiss me , and commanded me to wait.

Madame threw on her riding outfit by herself. I stared at the floor with my hands on my folded legs. Finally she came to me with what looked like a dog collar. I lifted my hair for her and received the leather around my throat. I looked confused at Claire, but stayed silent as she hooked a leash to me.

“You know how I am always calling you ‘my little pet’” She offered and I nodded. “Well, now you are.” She said quickly and gave a tug on the leather lead. “Come along, pretty. The doctor will be here shortly for another exam.”

I tried to stand but was quickly corrected.

“No, no” Claire said sharply. “Crawl, my little kitten.” and she gave another tug.

I followed my Madame out of the room, naked and at her heel. If any of the other servants saw me I knew I would be mortified, but it was a short walk to my own room. Thank God I was not asked to go down the stairs on all fours.

In the middle of my room was one of the round little coffee tables from the library. How and when it got here I don’t know. Madame lead me to it and patted its polished top.

“Up here, my pet.” She said quick and sweet as if coaxing a dog or cat.

I got up as elegantly as I could. The tabletop was big enough that my knees and hands were not crowded. In fact I lay my head and chest down as we waited for the doctor. Madame began to stroke me as one might a pet.  There was finally a knock at my door, it was Mr. Preston on the other side.

“Mistress Claire, the doctor is here.” He said through the door.

“Send him in.” Claire said crisply. “And you may retire for the evening, Preston.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

And he was gone. He didn’t even stay to get a peek. The doctor on the other hand did take a long look at me. Madame yanked my head up with the leash when she greeted him.

“Here’s our girl, Doctor.” Madame sat back down as the Dr. Aldridge removed his suit jacket.

“Well, let’s see shall we.” He began.

His hands were cold from being outside. He bent and put them on my belly. He seemed to be feeling the baby and hefting it. I tried to ignore his examination and looked at my Madame, who was watching the doctor. His chilly hand tweaked my swollen nipple.

“She could use more lanolin here.” He suggested.

“But I hate the taste of it, doctor.” Madame cracked a smile, but she wasn’t joking.

“Olive oil could be used instead, but it’s not as good.” He stayed serious. “We don’t want the poor things to become cracked.”

“Of course not.” Madame agreed.

I felt his fingers now at my opening. With two, he probed inside. I could feel him at my uterus but he didn’t go any deeper.

“Is the baby active?” He directed the question at me.

“He kicks all the time now.” I finally answered.

My heart rate was checked and my blood pressure and the diagnosis was I was still healthy as a horse and everything was fine. Madame turned me around so my face was at the doctor’s crotch. I felt a swat at my bottom.

“Pay the doctor, girl.” She ordered.

I reached up to open his trousers and Dr. Aldridge helped pull it out. I began to kiss it and give it tender swipes with my tongue. Madame decided to encourage me by smacking my ass rhythmically, one cheek to the other. Once he was hard I took it fully in my mouth and to the back of my throat. The doctor tasted salty but clean. Madame’s smacks would knock me off my rhythm, so I was glad once he took me by the head and began to fuck my mouth. I could forget the motion and just use my tongue to play with his pistoning head. I sucked hard to let my cheeks come in and I pressed him to the roof of my mouth. I was doing very well until I felt her small hand at my pussy.

Madame had lubed up from the doctor’s bag and now pressed her four fingers into me. I moaned with a mouth full of cock and the next time the doctor forced it to my throat, Madame shoved the last digit into me. I must have looked like a spit roasted pig.

“Move on it, slut” She commanded.

Madame and Dr. Aldridge held still as I rocked back and forth between them. I fucked him with my mouth, then pushed back on Claire’s hand. I was only moving a little which seemed frustrating to the doctor, so he began to pump against my movements. His balls slapped into my chin and sometimes the head popped into my throat. Then Madame started spanking again.

“Faster faster, slut.” I could hear a tint of sadistic joy in her voice. “Make him cum, or I give him your ass.”

I wonder if Madame knew he had already had my ass. But I began to concentrate on the cock in my mouth and tried to ignore the fist in my pussy. I reached for his hanging hairy balls and caressed them as I sucked sloppily on his rod. I tried to be vulgar and dirty, that made men cum, when a girl was shameless and slutty. I moaned loudly, more for his ears than from my delight. I sucked the extra spit off and then began jerking the base as my tongue and lips fondled the head of his prick.

The old doctor stiffened and arched his cock towards me. I was rewarded with spunk shooting into my mouth. he grabbed my head so I wouldn’t leave his twitching cock until he was done. Slowly it softened a little and he pulled it from my lips. He was still catching his breath as he stuffed it back into his gray trousers.

Claire slowly pulled her hand from my very wet cunny and got up to show the doctor out. I didn’t move, hoping I could wait here instead of going with them. They left my room, with Madame wiping up with a towel. When the door closed I collapsed on the round little table.

Madame liked my collar. She would grab the ring and quickly pull me in for a kiss and perhaps a grope of my belly. At eight months pregnant my duties were very little. I took care of my own room and Madame’s and her things, so the collar was worn for most of the day. I got used to it, and at times it was comforting. When the day seemed long and I missed Claire, I could reach up and touch it and know I was owned and cared for, I was hers.

The end of the day I was to be found in her quarters. Most evenings I was ordered to strip and Claire would watch as I took off my uniform and folded it neatly and put it on top of her dresser.  My belly was like a beachball now, but my Claire always looked at me with desire. She would have me get down, which I did slowly, and crawl to her. She would hook on the leash, which she kept on her person. I like to think during the day she would hold it and think of me, as I thought of her.

“Good girl.” Claire led me to her empty tub and I climbed into it. There she would reach for a large bottle of olive oil and would get on her knees to attend to me.

“Madame,” I began hesitantly. “I could do this myself.”

“Nonsense.” My Mistress waved me off, “The Doctor said it was needed. My pet will be healthy when she brings us a child.” Claire almost sounded proud of me.


She would fill her hands with olive oil and would cup my breast and rub the nipple with the viscous fluid. Madame would be so tender. The aching I had had healed but she still did this most every night. Her hands would glide across and under my heavy breasts and then she would run them softly down my huge belly. If the baby kicked it just seemed to be an extra treat for Claire. She  would speak to my tummy and maybe smile at me.

She always seemed in good spirits while doing this for me, so I asked. “Madame,  what are your plans for my baby?”

She did not stop massaging, but I could see she was forming an answer in her mind.

“Do you trust me, little pet?” She looked at me and asked plainly.

I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t meet her gaze. “Of course, Madame. I should never have…”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” Claire cut me off and took me by the chin and made me look at her. “Understand that you two are precious to me...for many reasons.” She added.

Tears started to well up. I couldn’t help it. “I am sorry, Madame.”

Claire was gentle and let go my chin, and rubbed my  cheek, pushing my hair behind my ear. “I see that you are, pet.” and she kissed my forehead.

Madame took great care getting me out of the tub , now that I was more slippery than a sardine, and I smelled like a salad. I got down without being told and she smiled as she gripped the leash. She talked as we went back to her adjoining bedroom.

“I am planning on making your child my heir. It will be scandalous of course.”

I stopped crawling. I was stunned.

“We all know I will never have a child of my own.” Claire said with distaste. “He… or she will never get the title but this house and the lands and money I acquired on my own will be his.”

I sat on my heels with my mouth open and stared up at my Mistress. I could not believe what my ears were hearing. As it sunk in, my hands cradled my belly and child. Slowly I began to cry.

Madame looked back at me and squatted down in front of me. Again she brushed my hair back and wiped tears from my cheeks.

“So many months ago I promised to take care of you and that you would be my pet.”

I could only nod as the emotions overcame me. My Claire dropped to her knees and took me in her arms. I rested my head under her chin and she stroked my hair.

“I was going to tell you once the baby was delivered, because I knew you would be like this.” She said as if it were just a mild perturbing, but still she held me and stroked me.

“I love you, Madame.” I finally croaked out.

Gently she rocked me, “Prove it” she dared.


Madame was naked and sat so far to the edge of the bed she was nearly just leaning on it. Still on my knees I began at her alabaster feet. I kissed my Claire on her ankle and up her calf. My tongue found the back of her knee. Madame did not turn her leg to help me. This was my proving, to please her where she stood. I let my boobs wrap her calf in flesh as I kissed and nibbled inside her leg.  My tongue trailed up her thigh. I looked up at her and so wanted to please her. Gently I kissed back down and moved over to the left leg. She held out her foot.

“Suck my toes.” She said softly, but it was no less a command because of that.

First I took the littlest digit into my mouth and let my tongue slide under it. Claire squealed and scrunched her toes, but I continued. I kissed them all and we stared at each other as I sucked her big toe like a little cock.  Claire spread her legs but still had her feet on the floor.

Her fingers splayed out her sex. “Come here, pet.” She said seductively.

My Mistress was impatient and so was I. It was a quick trip up her other thigh and my tongue stopped just before the lips. I let my hot breath pour over her as I kissed all around her pussy. I even put my mouth on the raven furred mound above. My Madame rewarded me by pressing her pelvis up and pushing my head down. My eyes smiled at her as I finally tasted her pussy. I kissed her clit and she shuddered.


She finally lay back and with her legs spread, I put them on my shoulders and  lapped at my Claire. My nipples rubbed against the side of the bed as I devoured her cunny. My lips covered her and suckled. Sweet and salty flavor filled my mouth. My tongue moved in circles , not quite entering the hole. And Madame moaned above.  Her hand found my hair and she held me to her, grinding into my face.

My fingers gripped her tight bottom, while I tried to shove my tongue inside of her. Claire rocked her hips and I knew she was ready for a finger.  I slid it in slowly. My tongue and lips still at her clit. I let that single digit explore her tight folds, searching for hidden pleasure nods. I began wetting a second finger and ran it along her lip and pressing it in. When I did insert the second one I got up on my knees to easier put my palm upward and my fingers curved up as well. I kissed Claire’s flat lower belly as my fingers rubbed inside of her. My tongue found her navel and I dipped it in and kissed her there. Claire had her eyes closed and held her thighs up in her hands. My fingers moved with a quick rhythm but rolled in a circle, pressing up into her.


My fingers pistoned and my tongue lapped up each time they almost came out. I didn’t have to go deep to hit her spot, but I wanted to stay on it. I could feel her clenching and she gave a moan. My need to make her cum was probably as great as hers to cum. I sucked on her clit gently, it was hard and extended. My fingers flew beneath my chin. Her walls were clamping down. I would pull them out completely and she would moan and then growl again when I put them back in.  I could feel it getting tight in there. I pressed myself in between Madame’s legs and finally I pulled them out and Madame “gushed”

Fluid sprayed from her for a second and covered my oil sheened tits. It was warm and smelled of sex and tasted of Claire herself; her pussy, her sex. I licked her now, slowly but hungrily all of her groin, her thighs, her lips, her mound. Madame sat up and smoothed my hair lovingly.


“Good girl, pet.” She smiled at me. “Go to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I looked up adoringly but needed just a little more. “May I have a kiss, Madame?”

“Of course, my pet.” She said tenderly and grabbed  my collar to bring us together.

She kissed me with passion and love. She held it so long, I thought we would start all over again, but finally it broke and we looked at each  other with half closed eyes.

“Go to bed, little pet.” She told me.

All of me smiled, “Of course, Madame.” And I gathered my uniform and walked to my room naked. If the others saw me I didn’t care, and if they didn’t know how it was by now, they were blind.

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My labor started a little early. Claire blames herself; we were playing that day, and as she loves to do it, her hand was inside me. There wasn’t much  room for a fist but all her fingers were coaxing an orgasm as she milked my tits with her ruby lips. Dr. Aldridge had to keep assuring her everything was fine. It was late in the evening, my hair was damp, I was tired and my night gown sweaty, and I just wanted this baby out of me.

I turned to put my feet on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Claire questioned me sharply.

“I want to STAND UP!” I said irritably to my Mistress.

The doctor intervened, “It’s alright. She can walk around the room.” and he helped me to my feet.

I walked to the rocking chair that Claire had brought from the Estate house.  Generations of Bathursts were rocked in it, she said. Well now it held a french farm girl from Mormant. I gripped the armrests and growled as the next contractions hit.

“Don’t push, Don’t Push!” The Doctor yelled and hurried to squat down in front of me.

I looked at him fiercely through sweat matted hair, my lip curled. “IT WANTS OUT!” I screamed at him.

Claire was behind me now, rubbing my shoulders and whispering to me.  “Shh, my pet. Almost time.” She assured me.

I looked up at her in anguish. “But it wants out. I want it out.” I pleaded.

The doctor finished checking inside me and said “Almost; get her to the bed.”

“No, no more laying.” I whined.

Claire got under my arms, more to coax me than to carry me.  We got to the  edge of the bed just as the next contractions hit. They said don’t push but I did anyway, bent over and gripping the mattress. I felt it move, but not enough. Then I was in the bed and a minute later it hit. Claire held my leg back, the nurse the other, and I pushed and screamed.  No time for a breath, I pushed and screamed again. I breathed deep finally and pushed. I no longer listened to them. I did what my body commanded. I pushed.


Mmm, I think I slept. Maybe it was just a few minutes. I was so tired. I felt my hair being moved from my face and a hand caressed me.

“Andrea? Look at this, sweet pet.” it sounded like Claire.

She held a swaddled bundle, and sat on the edge of the bed with me. Slowly I sat up a little and looked up over the white blanket.

“My baby, is it…?” I reached for it.

“He’s beautiful.” Claire smiled so wide and placed him in my arms, then wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “You did so good, little pet.” She praised and kissed the top of my sweaty head. “Look at him.” She cooed.

“I should feed him.” I said unbuttoning my gown.

“Oh, he’s is going to like that.” She said saucily.

“Madame…” I started but there was no one else in the room now.

He took to my breast with clear instinct and I nestled down lower in the bed.  I thought about Claire saying she will adopt him, so I looked to her. “What will we name him?”

She settled in closer to me and spoke softly. “I have been thinking about that for some time.”She confessed “He is a part of you, and he will be a part of me.” She  put a finger to his hand and he gripped it. “He will be Andrew Clarence Bathurst.”

“Andrew” I repeated it sweetly, “Oh, my Andrew.” I looked at him, his mouth pumping away for milk. “It’s perfect, Madame.”

She kissed the side of my head again. “He’s perfect.”



The household changed very quickly. I was Andrew’s mommy, so Claire made me Nanny. Emma was now Claire’s ladies maid; I watched her like a hawk. Mr. Preston had problems. Claire reminded him he was a professional, as I eavesdropped outside the door to her study.

“Preston, I am adopting that boy, so to you he is ‘young master Andrew’ if you can not set aside personal biases and feelings I am sure there are other households that could use your excellent services.” Claire was calm but blunt.

“No, my lady. I spoke out of turn. Forgive me.” He stammered and looked to the floor, away from her gaze.

Claire’s eyes can turn to cold steele and I swear she could stare down a lion.

“Andrea and her child are under my care, and always will be. I need you to get along, Preston.” She softened a little it seemed.

“My lady is generous to a fault.” He paused. “It seems she answers directly to you, my lady, so I will leave her to your ministrations.”

“Thank you. That will do.” She dismissed him.

I hung back in the hall to avoid Mr.Preston, but hurriedly went in to see Claire once he passed the corner. I had Andrew in my arms, who was sleeping.

“Good morning, Madame.” I said sweetly.

Claire did not respond in kind but instead chastised me, “Would you please not antagonize Preston. He runs my house very well, and I would rather not sack him.”

I felt Mr.Preston started the “Altercation”, but I gave a diplomatic “Yes, Madame.”

“I asked my cousin to stop by for lunch. Afterwards I will be discussing things with him. I want you near should he want to see the baby.” Claire just put it out there with no tact. She was on edge.

I was dumbfounded and really didn’t know what to say. “Why?” was all I could get out.

“He is the father.” She reminded me. “I will give him the opportunity to be honourable.”

“But, but Andrew is ours. Yours and mine, Claire.” I gripped my child tighter and turned him away from her as if someone would snatch him now.

Claire read me easily and spoke softly. “Pet,” She came towards me and caressed my cheek. “Andrew will live here, no matter what.”

“I barely remember him.”I lied. “It was just the one night.” I tried to sound innocent.

“But you flirted with him most of the day.” Claire had a good memory. “Was he any good?”

I didn’t answer, but looked at Andrew while I turned scarlet.


Madame met him at the front door and then brought him into the library. I came around from the dining room and waited at the door, as instructed.

“James, please sit.” She sounded cordial.

“What is this about, Claire?” He seemed in a hurry.

“I haven’t seen you in over ten months, can we talk?” She gave nothing away.

“I heard about what you did. That girl is here, isn’t she?” It sounded like an accusation.

“Andrea is here. I couldn’t toss the poor girl to the streets.”

I peeked in only to see Claire looking relaxed in a reading chair with one leg draped over the other and her elbows on the armrests and her fingers in a steeple.

“Rumor is you’re going to adopt the child.” James spoke smugly as if he had divulged secret information he shouldn’t have.

Claire dismissed it with a wave, “The paperwork is in process; should be done in a few days. I would like an heir.” She finished simply.

“So why am I here?” James was already suspicious of his cousin.

“I will be blunt then. That child is a Bathurst. I know it, you know it, this whole house knows it.” Claire hammered the points.

“Ha, you know nothing. That slut could have rutted with anybody.” He said vulgarly.

My mouth dropped and I thought of storming in but Claire spoke up.

“James,” She placated, “don’t be that way. I will give him the name when I adopt him. I will also give him everything I have of my own. All I ask is that you recognize him.”

“Why in God’s name would I do that?” He almost shouted. I could hear him stand up abruptly, but I still only saw Claire, who remained calm.

“I will give you the title.” She spoke clearly. “The moment you acknowledge him, you will be Baron Bathurst.” She emphasized the monicker. “The lands, the manor house, the seat in parliament, all yours.”

“Why would you do that?” James was very suspicious now.

“You could wait until I die.” Claire shrugged. “But I might outlive you, we are only a few years apart.” she reminded him.
There was silence for the longest time. I heard the squeak of leather when he sat back down.

Finally, “You would raise him?” He sounded cautious still.

“I already said so.” She reaffirmed to soothe his fears.

“He wouldn’t put a claim to the title later on?”

“Once you have a legitimate child his claim will be very weak, and still through you. Besides, he will have all this.” Claire stretched out her arms.

“When would this happen?” James seemed intrigued now.

“Let me finish the adoption, then we will go to the House of Lords, committee for privileges and conduct and do it all at one fell swoop. You will be Baron and he will truly be a Bathurst.”

“This means that much to you? You’ve gone soft, Cousin.”

“Aahh, they say children do that to you.” She said whimsically. “Would you like to see him?”

“No need, draw up the papers and tell me when to be there. I still can’t believe you’re doing this.” James sounded excited.

“You were going to get the title eventually, this will make growing up easier on Andrew.”

They were coming to the door, so I went down the hall back to the dining room.



That night Claire played with me for the first time since the baby. We cuddled before and I would get her off, but the Doctor had said nothing for me. In truth, after the baby, I didn’t really want to. I didn’t want to right then, but Madame didn’t give me much choice. I was on my knees on her room chair. My chin on top of the back, but my bottom stuck far out. Her hand was beating my bare rump, going from cheek to cheek and in between she would spout things about James, but it was I who was there.

“That loathsome prick.” SMACK “won’t see his own child!” SWAT. “He’s worthless you know!” SMACK. “No business sense.” Smack. “If the estate isn’t bankrupt in 5 years, I’ll be amazed.” SWAT.

Claire grabbed me by the throat now, and put her head near mine. I groaned as her fingers gripped tight. Her other hand was rubbing all over my sore ass.

“Look at me” She commanded. “Do you feel anything for him now?”

I looked my Claire in the eye and spoke truthfully. “I don’t think I felt anything for him then. He was just so...tres beau.” I finished in french.

Madame gripped my hair. I wasn’t sure what she would do, but she pulled my head back and kissed me. her mouth was like wine and her tongue ran across my lips. I felt her fingers pull my nipple. I breathed in with a hiss, it hurt and she knew it. Madame ran her mouth down my exposed neck. She bit me gently but growled. Claire was agitated and on fire, but I was the vessel that would take her heat. Her hand swatted my bottom again. I felt her fingers pull at my cheeks. She rubbed my tightest hole and plied it with a single finger. Still she ate at my neck, biting and sucking, until she pulled me up by my hair and we stood there.

Her nostrils flared and her eyes searched my whole face until finally looking into my soul. “You are MINE.” She nearly growled. It was almost violent, it was possessive. It was ownership, but that is how Madame loves. What is hers she holds with a fierceness. She plays with it and watches it squirm at times, but it is hers.

“Always yours, Madame” I responded tenderly,quietly.

She kissed me again and snapped her fingers then pointed them to the floor. On my hands and knees for her, I didn’t hesitate.  She took up my leash and led me towards the bed. We stopped and she turned with arms out a bit. I knew my cue, and I stood and unbuttoned her dress. I pulled it down her body. Her smooth white shoulders and the toned arms. I kissed Claire’s spine as I dropped back to the floor, guiding her dress with me. I smiled; My Mistress had no panties.

“Suck it!” and she yanked on my chain as she bent over the bed.

My fingers grabbed her legs just above the knee and my face went into her folds. I didn’t tease it tenderly. She said “Suck It” and I obeyed. I covered that slit with my open mouth and sucked those honeyed lips. My tongue slipped into her tight hole. My hands slid up her alabaster thighs and gripped her hips as she began to grind into me. Claire was advancing so quickly in her arousal. Her breath was in pants and she growled as she moved her ass.

“EAT IT, YOU SLUT!” She yelled.

She was already near the edge. I put two fingers inside and Madame began to FUCK them. She moved her hips back and forth on my digits, grunting and growling her need. I sat and turned under her. I watched as her swollen red lips took my fingers. I hardly moved them as she bucked on my hand. I went up and lapped at her dark fur covered clit. And that was all. She grabbed my head and ground her mound to me. Her pussy clenched and gripped my fingers. Claire shouted out her cum. I worried she would wake Andrew in the next room. My head was pinned under her as she mashed me into the side of the mattress.

Heavily she breathed. Slowly she moved. My eyes looked up at her as she gently lifted off of me. She sat down on the carpet next to me and caught her breath. Then she gently and sweetly kissed a nipple and lay her head in my lap. Something still bothered my beloved Madame, but she would not speak it. I caressed her hair, and she sighed. I was content to be her pet, the catcher of her wrath, the target of her swings, and the object of her desire.

Months went by and we fell into a domestic routine, with afternoon walks to the park and dinner at six. Madame had always prefered the smaller house in town that we lived in anyway. We had just a cook, Emma and Mr. Preston, and of course me, but I didn’t draw a salary. The Manor house belonged with the title as well as the lands, but Claire was her father’s daughter, and had made a fortune on her own and hid it away, before she had inherited. James had claimed that Madame’s beloved horse, “Paladin”, belonged to the Estate. She gave it up with just a smile and no argument. I was shocked, Madame loved that horse. James did it just for spite, I think.

“It’s alright.” She assured me. “Andrew will need a good pony when he is five, not that beast.”

Still it struck me, Claire let it go, as if it didn’t matter to her. She doted on Andrew and me instead of riding that horse. She loved to watch him nurse , with a smile on her lips and adoration in her eyes, and at night she would take her turn to feed.

We would cuddle up in Madame’s bed, with her thigh between my legs and my arm under her head. She would latch on and we would stare into each others eyes as she suckled. My milk flowed easily and she would moan with a hunger. Claire would rock her hips, her thigh rubbing my mound. I would squeal and giggle as she sometimes nibbled my nipple. Andrew favored the left, so Madame balanced me out on the right. But at times sucking the one got the other leaking and she would roll me on top of her, letting gravity help her get both into her greedy mouth.

Her hand would find my slit and mine hers. My middle digit compared to her three. We would frig each other, not too deep, just inside.  Madame’s sucking  sent jolts to my womb and her fingers would get clamped on. I smiled down at her half closed eyes. My fingers ran along her lips as the middle one rolled that spot. Claire moaned underneath me and around my tit. She never gave up her prize, not even in orgasm.

Her hand smacked my ass as a signal, and we ground together. My hands free, I went to one side again and cradled my Madame. Our pussies so near as we rode each other. Claire battered into my lips with her leg. If she had a cock she would have been slamming into me. Again the smack on the ass and we went faster. She wiggled beneath me and hot air from her nostrils warmed my tit flesh. Now she spanked my ass in constant encouragement. The bed creaked with our rhythmic movement and my bottom was swatted in perfect time. My ass was getting warmer, but my orgasm was building. Each strike a ticking of the countdown to bliss.

We rubbed at each other until I felt Claire try to clamp her legs and shudder. She never let go my nipple but I felt her cum. For my reward, she thrust her hand between us and shoved the duckbill shape of her fingers into me like a fat cock.

“Ride it pet!” She commanded. “FUCK ME”

Her wrist was on her mound and I rocked on her fingers and fucked them into my slit. I was so close before it took only a few strokes.

I shoved my face into the mattress next to Claire’s head and shouted my cumming. Madame bucked her hips up, helping to drive the fingers into me. My Mistress was fucking me. I shook and finally collapsed on her. My Madame purred and stroked my back. We rolled to our sides and held each other until I thought I would fall asleep.

“Pet,” Claire finally broke the embrace. “off to bed, sweet one. Andrew will need you.”

My room was the nursery now, and she was right. Still, I could have fallen asleep in her arms and been content. Instead I rolled out of her bed and stood on the floor.

“A kiss, Madame?” I asked as usual, and she smiled, her eyes seemed soft and adoring.

She sat up and I leaned in so she could take my face in her hands. This kiss was gentle, not hungry or passionate. A loving but sated kiss before slumber.

“Good night, my pet.” I hesitated thinking she wanted to say more, but no.

“Good Night, Madame” I replied and turned away.


Just before Andrew turned one a tragedy had struck. Claire came to us in the little garden in back, where I was getting sun and air with my beautiful boy. Our little man could sit up and had a smile like sunshine. He always had giggles for Claire who would only be silly for him. But today she seemed quite her serious self.

She sat on the edge of a wicker chair with a folded newspaper in hand. She looked at the stones underfoot and not to us.

“James has met with an accident.” She began slowly.

Mr. Preston came out with a large scotch on a tray for his Mistress.

“Thank you” Claire took it and downed half of it. “He went riding on the estate , on Paladin, and was thrown when the horse balked at a jump.” Claire shook her head. “Damn fool broke his neck.” She put bluntly.

“I’m so sorry, my Lady.” Preston offered solemnly and then moved back inside.

Claire got up and walked around, sipping the rest of her scotch. Finally when we were sure to be alone she came towards me.

“Do you know what this means?” She had a half smile now. “James had no heir.” She picked up our Andrew. “Well, not a legitimate one.”  She actually winked at me.

She smiled wide and poked his little belly making him giggle. Claire spun around now in absolute glee with Andrew secure in her arms, who laughed and laughed.

She held him out before the sky. “I present to you, Lord Andrew Clarence Bathurst, 14th Baron of Bathurst. My heir, my son.” She said proudly. Madame was radiant in… victory was the only description. She hugged him close and kissed his cheek before giving him back to me.

“Take that father, There’s our heir.” Claire spoke to the air as she sat back in the chair now. “By your rules.”

It was sinking in to my head. “So as his guardian…?”

“It’s mine to care for until he comes of age.” She smiled, but her voice had seriousness to it.


That night Claire made love to me. She still tied me down and spanked me, then rolled me over and teased me to the edge time and time again, only to smother me with her wet pussy. But after she rode my tongue and then ground my pussy into paste, grinning down at me, she held me in her arms until I got up on my own to leave.

“Stay” She reached for me and pulled me back to her. Her body formed around my back again and her arms encircled me. She nuzzled me anew  and I fell asleep within the warmth of her protection.


Sometimes I look at Claire as she plays with Andrew and wonder if she planned it all, even my getting pregnant. But I shove those thoughts aside. How does one make a man fall off a horse, let alone make sure a maid gets pregnant.


THE END