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Some of you perhaps have read my little paragraph about my first online Domme experience. Well I decided to make a story using some of those cyber sex story lines. I just started so be patient with me. Part of this is theraputic, I am working some things out.
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It was early afternoon and I lay down to rest. My belly is swollen from nearly six months of pregnancy. My feet hurt, my nipples ache and my back is in constant pain. The black maids outfit is tight round my belly and my swollen breasts want to burst out of its top, but Mistress demands that I wear the uniform of my station. Madame Claire allows me these afternoon naps but I rarely sleep, for even in these respites my Mistress torments me.
After I served Madame’s lunch and she had eaten, I was roughly bent over double. Claire barked for me to grab my ankles, sadly in that I failed. Because of my condition I could only reach my calves. I felt Madame’s bare hand upon my buttocks, smacking each cheek in turn. She spanked me until the warmth spread through my flesh and tears were dripping down my cheeks. I did not cry out; Madame would only beat me more violently.
I thanked her as she smoothed my soar rump. Madame could be so tender when she wished to be. I felt her lips on each cheek as she kissed my behind.
“You shall wear this, Andrea, until I remove it my sweet slave.”
I could only look up from my bent position and I saw something phallic but wide. It reminded me of a Rhinoceros horn like I had seen in the library. And then I felt its tip at my tiny puckered hole. It was wet with gel and Madame was pushing it into my butthole. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it.
“STOP IT!” Madame Claire smacked hard on my bottom, harder than her little punishment spanks.
I instantly froze. I bit my lip and closed my eyes tight. I felt the force of the penetration again. The tip pushed in and it quickly got wider.
“YOU MADE ME STING MY HAND ON YOUR ASS, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE COW!” She yelled through clenched teeth
Madame was very displeased. I am not usually insulted for my condition.
“I am deeply sorry, Madame. Please forgive me.” I plead with my face between my knees. “It hurt my asshole, Madame.”
I got a light smack on my bottom again.
“Who’s asshole, Andrea?” She looked down at my face.
I looked up at my Mistress, my sweet Madame. Her short dark hair frames her alabaster face contrasted by her pouty red ruby lips. She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes that see right through me.
“Your asshole, Madame.” I gave, in a quiet subdued voice.
“Continue.” She ordered. We have gone through this before, my willfulness and my inability to grasp that I am hers, all of me.
“My body is yours Madame.” I recite. “All of me. My pussy, my tits, these are yours. My mouth, my ass, even my tears are yours Madame.” I said in submission.
“Because…” She pushed for more while playing with the ring of my asshole.
“My Mistress is good to me. My Madame kept me after I embarrassed her by becoming pregnant while in her employ.”
Madame smiled, “Yes, you were a filthy slut.” She intoned slowly.
I felt two fingers slip into my wet hole. My pussy has been constantly wet since I reached my fifth month. I am not permitted panties so my thighs glisten. Madame rubs my hole and teases me, making me moan softly.
“Even now you crave something in this void, don’t you, Andrea?” Madame smiled wickedly.
“Yes Madame.” There was no lying at that moment.
“We will fill your ass first, slut.” She said emphatically.
And I felt the rest of this ‘Plug’ pushed into me. My asshole clenched around the tapered base as soon as it got past the wide horn. I felt full and had the urge to defecate but Madame said no and threatened severe punishment should I be found without it.
So I lay on my side on my small bed. My knees pulled up to try to ease the discomfort in my bottom and my hands cradle my big belly. I know my Mistress watches me, or has me watched. I dare not even manipulate the strange dong in my butthole.
My bell rings. I must have dozed off. I roll like a log off the small bed, getting my feet under my heavy belly and widening butt. As I stand up fully, I am reminded of the plug in my ass. As quick as I can I make my way along the second floor corridor. Madame has put me near her with special quarters in the main part of the house. The few other servants have rooms in the attic but my “service” has become much more personal to Madame.
I enter Madame’s bedroom to find her standing naked in the middle of the floor. Madame is like Artemis, the huntress. Her arms are supple, her belly flat. Madame Claire’s legs are toned and strong. My eyes rove over her slim body until I hear her throat clear.
“Are you done, my slut?” Claire says brazenly.
My face goes red and I stare now at the floor after being caught. “I am sorry, Madame. You are beautiful.” I hope the compliment will save me a spanking.
“Yes, I know. Now, turn around, lift your skirt.” She orders me.
I turn and bend as best I can with both hands behind me lifting my skirts and petticoats to reveal my bare bum. Madame Claire pats the handle of her dong that protrudes from my hole.
“Dress me now, Andrea. I have a guest for dinner this evening.” Claire stands again in the middle of the room.
I pick for Madame a fiery red gown that stands like a beacon against her white skin. My hand smoothes her lean bare back as I finish tying the laced cords at her waist.
“Surely Madame will not require me for this evening if she is entertaining?” I hoped for an early and easy night.
“Oh, on the contrary my pet,” Claire patted my cheek. “You will be the topic of conversation and inspection and therefore required.”
“Of course Madame.” I held my hands in front of me and looked down. “May I inquire who Madame’s guest may be?”
Claire turned quickly on me. “You are nervous?” She laughed derisively. “You shall have to wait then. I adore your apprehension my little pet. In fact go back to your room. I will send for you when he arrives.”
Madame Claire was never cruel to me but she loved for me to squirm, to never know when the next slap would come or where it would hit or if it would come at all. Madame would spank my ass red as I lay over the back of her mahogany leather couch. My flinches involuntary, she would faint a strike and laugh like a mad hen when my ass would jump when she hadn’t struck me at all.
I did squirm as I waited in my room. My mind rolled over all of Madame’s friends and those that she has allowed use of me before. She did say “He” so perhaps Madame would simply give me to this man for the evening, although that is usually not Madame’s style. She likes to watch at the very least.
At half past eight I was called for and entered the dining room. All the curtains were drawn and the room was dimly lit for a cozy and intimate dinner. Did Madame have a beau? Would I be shared by the couple or worse, would I lose Madame’s affections? Now I did squirm inside. My Mistress’s attentions were MINE. If she cast me away I could not bear it.
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Momma_Andrea
I am already hooked. An interesting & fabulous read. I look forward to the next episode. ;D :P
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Slowly I stepped to the edge of the light, making my presence known without interrupting. Madame sat at the head of the small dining table; It sat only six. To her right was an older gentleman with graying hair and a mustache. They were laughing over something when the man noticed me.
“Ah, here she is now, I believe.” He said pleasantly.
Madame Claire swung her head to the left to put me in her gaze. “Yes, this is my Andrea.” Madame smiled as if proud of me. “Pet, this is Doctor Aldridge.”
“Good evening Doctor. I hope your meal was pleasant.” I greeted as years as a maid had taught me.
The Older gentleman smiled at me. “It has been delightful so far, Andrea.”
Madame broke up the pleasantries. “The good doctor is here to examine you, pet. He will be your physician at the birth.”
“Thank you, Madame.” Was all I could think to say.
Doctor Aldridge stood and walked to the empty end of the table, taking off his dinner jacket. “Come here, young lady.”
I obeyed of course and stood before the Doctor.
“Well disrobe girl.” He said in disbelief at my inaction.
I looked to Madame but my hands were already going to the buttons on the front of my uniform. Madame just smiled at me, her eyes all over me, relishing my disrobing. My uniform and petticoats were tossed to a chair. I stood naked with one arm across my full D bosom and the other cradled my belly.
“Relax, girl” the man soothed. “I am a doctor”
Doctor Aldridge gently moved my arm and then cupped both of my large breasts, hefting them as if comparing one to the other. The old man rubbed his thumbs across my nipples.
“Some lanolin will help those nipples” His hand slid down my taught belly. “Also here. It would ease the stretch marks.”
He had gentle hands at least. I felt him swoop low and lift and feel my belly and then down to my mound. The Doctor seemed to be measuring me with his fingers and hands.
“Six months, definitely.” He said to Madame. “She seems healthy, but let’s be thorough.” The Doctor patted Madame’s dining table. “Up on here, Andrea.”
“On…the table, Sir?” I hesitated. Looking at him.
“Do as you are told, pet.” Claire said sternly and automatically my eyes went to the floor.
“Yes, Madame.”
Slowly I lifted my bottom to Madame’s polished oak table and scooted it backwards. I felt the doctor put a hand under my back and ease me down.
“That’s a good girl.” He praised.
Then he put my heels on the table as well so my legs were splayed wide and my pussy a gaping hole. I put a fore arm over my eyes in embarrassment. Next I felt fingers inside me, probing and moving in my sex. The doctor was pressing on my furred mound with one hand and feeling inside me with the other. It wasn’t sexy but I still moaned. Something was inside me and to body that was enough.
“You see, Doctor.” Madame came around the table to him. “She is a lustful slut.”
Doctor Aldridge smiled. “That is normal at this stage. The poor girl’s hormones are raging within her. See here, how her pussy is wet?” He rolled his hand up my lips to demonstrate
“Yes, I swear the girl has been dripping on my carpet.” Madame scolded.
“As I said, normal. Also see how open she is? Her vagina is like a cavern at this point instead of a silky tunnel. I had 3 fingers inside her easily.”
They spoke of me as if I wasn’t there, but at the same time I was the center of their attention. I felt the doctor’s fingers spread my lips further.
“I scarcely doubt that you would have trouble getting a hand inside her.”
“Oh, could I?” This piqued my Mistress’s curiosity. “Would it hurt the baby?”
“Oh no, just don’t challenge him to a boxing match.” The doctor laughed. “I daresay it might do her good to have a release. Was there a reason for the buttplug?” The doctor flicked the handle coming out of my bottom.
“Just routine discipline” Madame was nonchalant. “Could I really get my hand inside?” that still interested her.
“Would you like to try?” He was serious.
I looked up at them but they paid no attention to me, well not my face. I felt a cold gel smeared across my sex. I jumped involuntarily, and then I felt four of Madame’s fingers slowly spreading and entering my opening. She went slowly, working her hand in and then out, then up and down stretching my flesh a little and then with a push I felt her inside me.
“Oh, that wasn’t so hard.” Madame finally looked at me. “Do you feel that, pet.”
How could I not. My Mistress was inside me. I nodded to her. Madame smiled.
“The Doctor says, my pet could use a release. Shall I fuck you my little pet? With my hand?” Madame Claire teased me seductively.
I nodded again.
“Ask for it my slutty pet.” She said coldly.
I looked over to Dr. Aldridge whose eyes were glued to my pussy. It was embarrassing but I said it anyway. “Fuck me, Madame. Please.”
I felt Madame pull her fist to my opening. Her thumb pushed up on my pelvic wall. She moved her fist in circles just inside my pussy. I moaned loudly and squeezed my own tit and then I felt the doctor’s hand on the other side, rubbing my hairy pussy mound. The two of them had my entire sex between them. My clit was mashed by the doctor’s thumb and I wailed out again, biting my pinky as my back arched.
“You have left her alone to long, I think.” The doctor said jokingly.
“Hardly,” my Mistress laughed. “the girl is just a wanton little slut. Aren’t you, my pet?”
“Yes, Madame.” I answered almost automatically.
Madame was moving her hand faster inside me but she did not go deep. She stayed at the entrance of my love hole and when she tried to pull out I would feel a jolt to my very core. I moaned and writhed on the dining table.
“Good Doctor Aldridge needs paid, little pet. Should we let him fuck you?” I heard her say.
I looked to the doctor who smiled at me again but this time with lechery in it. I nodded anyway. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to be fucked. They pulled me from the table and Madame bent me over as the good doctor dropped his pants. Before he shoved his half hard cock in my waiting mouth, Madame was in my pussy again to her wrist.
“Pay the Doctor, pet.” She encouraged as she fisted my pussy.
My hands gripped his waist to hold me up and I swallowed his cock. I took it deep in my mouth and felt it instantly grow under my care. I could see the grey hairs in his groin as I took him down. I moaned around his meat as Claire pummeled me from the inside. The good doctor got hard fast. He wasn’t big but he was sturdy. He gripped my head by the hair and worked my lips over his cock and then pulled back from my hungry mouth.
“The table, girl.” He ordered.
Madame eased her hand from me and guided me over the table. My belly hung down with my tits just on the polished wood. My legs were wide and I know my pussy dripped. I felt those gentle but strong hands grip my waist and the doctor plunged into me. My hot pussy welcomed him and gripped him. He buried into me until I felt his balls mashed on my clit.
The doctor pounded me, slamming into my ass with his hips. Madame watched from the side as I took her friends fucking. I locked eyes with her and began to moan for her. He was fucking me but I was fucking for her. I moaned loud, almost a cry. Madame reached for my cheek and she stroked me. She cooed to me. Leaning in closer
“Cum little pet.” She said just for us.
“Thank you” I mouthed for her before I screamed down the roof and threw my head back.
The Doctor exploded inside of me. His hot cum washed into my pussy. My pussy spasmed, and milked him but in front it was just me and Claire. I gripped her hand as she stroked my hair. Finally he pulled out and I lay panting on Madame’s table. Madame Claire stood up and simply went to the doctor.
“So my girl is healthy?” She smiled at him.
“The picture of health” He pulled up his trousers. “And strong. I foresee no complications.”
“Will she need to see you again before the birth, Doctor?” Madame inquired.
“Oh, I will definitely check in from time to time.” He said.
“Come along, Andrea. We must see our guest out.”
“No need. I can find my way.” Dr. Aldridge began to protest.
“Nonsense, we thank you for your service Doctor and must show every courtesy.”
They moved out of the dining room and to the main hall. I followed, still naked behind my Mistress. She let the doctor out who took a final look at me and once the door was closed Madame took my shivering body in her arms.
“You will go upstairs, pet, get the fire blazing and don’t you dare put anything on.” She said kissing my lips.
“May I take the plug out, Madame?” I pleaded.
She smiled at me. “Not just yet, little one.” Then she turned me towards the stairs and gave my bottom a playful swat.
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Madame walked into her room as I stoked the fire place with the poker. The heat was wonderful on my naked body and Dr. Aldridge’s cum was drying on my thighs. I pulled myself up by the mantle and faced my Mistress whose eyes were all over me.
“Come undress me, pet.” She beckoned.
“Of course Madame.” I moved to her quickly and Claire actually turned around for me.
My fingers quickly worked on the bows and knots and Madame stepped from her dress as I held the bodice. Madame was a Greek statue. Her skin was flawless, with a modest bosom and slim hips. Her patch was dark and lustrous just like her hair. Quickly I broke my reverie and put Madame’s dress into the wardrobe. Madame Claire had already reclined upon her chaise lounge. She watched me with an arm draped over her head and her legs spread wide as if she was absorbing the fire’s heat.
“Drop to your knees.” She said casually.
I got down where I was and sat on my heels with my hands in my lap.
“What does Madame wish?” I asked with true curiosity.
She gave a crooked smile and leered at me. “I’m thinking about that now, pet.”
I blushed. Even though she has seen me taken by many of her acquaintances, and has had me do nasty things to her own body and her to mine, My Mistress still makes me tingle and bashful.
“Come, crawl to me.” She finally said and crooked a finger at me.
On my hands and knees for her, I slowly moved, cat-like towards her. My tits swayed though and hung nearly to my elbows. Madame watched me and scooted closer to the edge of the lounge and her legs opened wider. ‘She has decided what she wants’ I thought to myself. I smiled a little. I did love to eat Madame. Making her cum was the only control I seemed to have.
I reached her knees and kissed each in turn, then gently pushed my head between them, letting my brown hair brush Madame’s leg as I would kiss the opposite thigh. Slowly I moved up, going back and forth, kissing those alabaster limbs. My kisses got close to Claire’s sex but never to it. Instead I buried my nose in her black fur. Kissing her mound and letting my hands roam her thighs. Madame smelled of roses in bloom. I powdered and perfumed her body myself.
Gently I pushed her legs wider and moved my lips to the soft inner thigh, that little crevice next to the pussy and licked my Mistress slowly and lovingly. My cheek barely brushed her pussy and Madame Claire purred for me. Her hand slid into my hair and my Madame held me.
“Here, you little tease.” She giggled and moved my head to her red wet lips.
I kissed her pussy over and over. I would still take my time and would love it when my Mistress was flung over the edge… by me. My tongue came out and licked each lip from top to bottom, getting into the crevices then pulling them apart. It is hard to go so slow, my Claire is delicious, but I want to please her, to truly cherish my Mistress as she deserves. My tongue slips inside her and Madame Claire moans her pleasure of me. My mouth covers her sex and gently I suck it, with my tongue snaking into her tunnel.
Claire grips my hair. “Oh eat me, my little pet”
We look at each other and she strokes my hair as I gently lap her. My tongue slides up and down her sweet slit.
“Did you like my fist, little one?” She smiles
I nod with wide eyes, not taking my mouth from its favorite task.
“I loved being inside you, sweet pet. Never have I done anything like that. I was INSIDE you. I FUCKED you.” Madame was excited and both her hands found my hair.
I looked up from my task. “I will take you gladly, my Mistress.”
Claire grinned wickedly, “You will take me whenever I damn well want. Now eat little slut.”
Madame rubbed my face into her juicing pussy and then I slide a finger inside her. Madame only requires two at best. I think a man has never been between these legs but she will watch me be rutted by the thickest cock. I suckle now on her swollen clit and move my digit in and out in a circular motion for Madame. Her legs come off the floor and rest on my shoulders. I begin to finger fuck Madame faster and faster. My mouth licking and sucking the top of her pussy as I push the second finger into her. Madame lifts her hips and grinds.
“FUCK ME! EAT ME PET!” She yells.
My hand pumps hard and fast into my Claire, trying to work her quickly to a sweet frothy cum. My fingers turn upward and I rub Madame’s sweet spot, those little nubs of flesh make her respond to my touch. This tight pussy clenches further on my fingers and I reach up for her small tit and squeeze it easily in my hand. The hard nipple gripped at the base of my fingers. Madame begins to buck and it drives me on, I long for her climax. I want her to cum, to cum on me, to cum for me. My tongue laps her clit and I feel her begin to shake. My Mistress cums. I lay my head on her belly and ride it out with her. My fingers as deep as they will go, my other arm wrapped around her. I hold on as she shakes.
I kiss Madame’s belly as she sighs softly. Her fingers stroke my soft hair and I pull my fingers out and lick them.
“Madame is pleased?” I smile sweetly at her, knowing she is.
“Very. Go to bed now, pet. Don’t forget your clothes in the dining room.”
I pouted. “Can I not sleep here, Madame?”
“NO” Madame was adamant. “I provide you with your own room.”
“Madame Claire,” I pushed.
“GO, or get the beating of your life.” Madame pointed to the door.
My head hung down and I looked to the floor. I had ruined what was so special. I sat back on my heels with hands in my lap again. Tears welled up in my eyes
“I am sorry Mistress. I did not wish to anger you.” I said contritely.
“You already knew my answer, Andrea, yet you pushed it.” Claire pointed again. “Bed” she ordered.
“Yes, Madame” I spoke to the floor and got up without looking at her. “I AM sorry, Madame.”
She did not respond. I walked out the door, naked into the cold hall. I still had to retrieve my uniform.
come on, comments. I need them ;D
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I am also hooked and interested to read more, plus it is educating me about a world I know very little about.
I always enjoy your stories and hope you continue this and many more. :)
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It has been a great read! I find the character development of the domme involved rather interesting. A great deal of intimidation utilized, and slightly shocked at the physical threat on a 6 month pregnant pet. Which is a good response in a way by generating some form of an emotional response. Keep up the good work I look forward to reading more.
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It is a good read and brave of you to take on the taboos of the domination of a pregnant pet and then the fisting. It works and leaves me wanting to read more.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love Feed Back, ANY feed back. Criticism is good, as long as its constructive.
A version of this scene was played out on Yahoo 11 years ago by me and Claire. (I think Claire played the Doctor...?)
P.S. in my mind I am pronouncing it maDAM, emphisis on second sylabol instead of MA'dam emphisis on first sylabol. the thought was that Claire was british (which she is) and perhaps Andrea was French.
OH, and perhaps 'beating of your life' was a bit much. but maybe Claire threatens a lot and Andrea is easily cowed.
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Very creative story honey ! You have a really expressive style, and touching such a taboo area, in a well written way was great.
Anyways, just as one who likes to write also, I just wanted to say FABBO, well done, and keep it up honey.
Love n huggys
Carrie <3
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I slept a deep sleep. Claire and the Doctor had both exhausted and satisfied me. As the sun began to pour into my room, my eyes opened up to the dawn. I had time. Madame never awoke so early. I had lotions and lanolin put away, so as the doctor suggested I applied some to my nipples. It was cold on my warm flesh and made my nipple stand out, which sadly was painful, not pleasurable. But I continued to rub the balm into my deep red areola and into the flesh of my breast. It did feel better and I’m sure over time it would be beneficial.
I began to rub my belly and spread a thinner lotion into my skin. This was wonderful. I lay back on the bed with my knees up and rubbed my tummy. ‘I wish Madame would do this for me’ I thought to myself. ‘Her fingers would send shivers through me.’
At eight a.m. I was dressed in a crisp, fresh uniform. This one fit marginally better because I had let it out, but it showed a very deep cleavage. I opened Madame’s door to find her still asleep with her body flung naked across the bed. A brandy bottle and glass on the night table suggested she did not go to sleep when I did.
Madame Claire can be delicate in this condition, also grumpy.
I sit on my heels so my head is near Madame’s on the bed. “Madame Claire.” my voice soft and lyrical. “It is morning, Madame.”
Gently I brush a strand of raven hair from her eyes. “Madaaaame.” I sing.
Slowly an eye opens. “What time is it?” she grumbles.
“Just past eight, Madame.”
“Good, I have to be in London by noon.” The other eye opened. “That should give me time to collect myself. I have a meeting; you know what I’ll need.” Madame slowly became animated.
“I will get your clothes now, Madame.” I began to get up.
“No, draw me a bath first.” She looked me up and down, obviously catching sight of my ‘décolletage’ in my altered dress. “Did you change that?” she pointed.
“Yes, Madame.” I admitted. “To make it fit better.”
“You need new clothes. You’re coming with me.” Claire decided instantly and got off the bed, moving towards the bathroom.
“Of course, thank you, Madame.” I was a little stunned but it seemed I was going shopping. With Claire, one must be able to shift to her whims. ‘But shopping is nice.’ I thought.
I was still in my maid’s attire but wearing my coat. Madame took me to her tailor in London who suggested a suitable shop for our needs. It was only a block further into the district.
“I have business to attend to. You will go yourself.” Claire said.
“Of course, Madame.” I nodded.
“I will come for you when I am done.” And Madame was out the door.
It was a simple dress makers shop but there were a few servant liveries on display. None looked like mine. British fashions were different than Paris. Mr. Shipmore, the tailor looked at me with raised eyebrows when I took off my coat.
“You are quite pregnant.” His eyes were not only on my belly though.
“Yes Sir, I know.” I said in exasperation. Why do people tell me what I know?
“Most women would leave their post and be with their husband.” He said.
“I have no husband.” I said quickly. “Can you make something in this style that fits?” I wanted this over with. Madame would have given instructions and he would have done it.
“That short skirt? Not very practical…for most things.” He didn’t hide his assumptions as he looked down his nose at me.
“My Mistress does not like long skirts” not on me anyway. I didn’t say.
“Perhaps if she did The Master of the house wouldn’t have got the goodies.” He said quietly.
I was beet red. I could feel it. I was angry, I was ashamed, mostly I wanted to hit him.
“Well, I am sorry I wasted your time.” I said coldly and turned to leave.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t help you.” He spoke up behind me.
“Oh and you have been so helpful up till now.” I said bitterly and stormed out to the street where I began to cry.
I pushed away tears as I walked. It was the garment district after all, there were other tailors. I could sew if need be. I looked back. Madame would expect me at that shop though, but I couldn’t go back, not now. More tears came because I didn’t know what to do. She would be furious if I wasn’t there and she would be furious if I had no new clothes. I moved to the side as people bustled by me, trying to stop crying but I couldn’t. I turned to a wall and put my head against it and sobbed for so many reasons.
“Are you alright, dear?” I heard a woman with a cockney accent at my left shoulder.
I tried to wipe my eyes again as I turned to her. “I’m sorry. Am I in the way?” I said apologetically.
She was probably in her fifties with ginger hair going to grey and only came to my shoulder. And now she looked a touch confused.
“No, dearie. I just get concerned when a young mother-to-be is crying in front of my shop.” She smiled at me. “Come on in, dear. You can collect yourself inside.”
She guided me to the door. “Thank you” I said and then she guided me to a stool.
I wiped my eyes once more and blew my nose and I heard a sewing machine. The small round woman went back to working on the garment that I interrupted.
“You are a seamstress?” I asked the obvious.
“No, dearie. I herd sheep.” She laughed a little. “What else would you find in the garment district?”
“Well, do you take orders?” I asked hopefully.
“Depends on what you need done.” She shrugged as she kept working.
I took off my coat and before I could speak… “Ah, I see. It hardly fits, does it dear?”
She got up and came over to me. “You jumped at least 2 cup sizes. The girls really got bigger, didn’t they?” She had her tape measure out and was already busy. “I could make it in this same style but your belly is going to grow more. Plenty of pleats to be let out would help and they could be re-sewn after the baby, but the skirt will just have to be longer.”
“Not too much longer?” I was hopeful, she sounded as if she knew what she was doing. “Are you sure you can do it?”
She stopped and cocked her head at me. “Just who is paying for this and how many will you need?”
I smiled at her self-confidence. “My employer, Madame Claire Bathurst, and four I would think.”
She continued to measure me. “Then yes, I can do it.” She stood up straight and patted my cheek. “Is that what all the crying was about, dear?”
I was not able to beat Madame Claire back to Mr. Shipmore’s. My Mistress was already inside and asking where I was. I came in the door out of breath and rushed to her side.
Madame looked at me puzzled. “Mr. Shipmore says you left.”
“Mr. Shipmore did not seem to like the job at hand.” My eyes cast daggers at him. “Or it’s wearer.” I finished.
Madame looked from him to me. “I see.” She said shortly. “Go wait outside, Andrea.”
“Of course, Madame.” I quickly turned to obey and waited a few minutes outside until Claire came out.
“You made other arrangements?” She looked at me expectantly.
“Yes, Madame.” I gave quickly.
Madame gave a small smile. “Very good, dear.” And we went home.
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Madame Claire never shows affection or attachment to me in public or in front of the few other servants. I am “Girl” or “Andrea” or at times “Dear”, but in the tone that one would address a subservient or younger charge. And of course my response is always, “Yes, Madame.” No matter the situation. But it always was, even before we started this…arrangement.
Madame requested her dinner in her room, so I had to retrieve it from the kitchen. The cook and the downstairs maid no longer talked to me. They would be civil of course but the banter of co-workers was no longer there. I missed the gossip most, but I am sure at this point the subject is me.
Claire sits at a corner desk behind the door. The house has a study but I have never seen her use it. She is pouring over an old leather bound book and seems to be comparing things in a modern hard cover text.
“Your dinner, Madame.” I stand waiting for instruction.
Claire moves some things at the corner. “Here.” She points and I put it down.
I wonder what she is doing but I’m not sure how to ask. Madame seems deep in her research, so I move to straighten the room and put her things away. Madame will toss things everywhere in her room, but she grew up with someone always cleaning after her. Still, it is just her room; Madame does not treat the rest of the house this way. ‘The nobility are strange.’ I think to myself.
“Stop moving behind me, pet.” She says without looking up. “I have read the same passage three times.” Her voice a little irritated.
“I am sorry, Madame. I only meant to tidy up.” I explain.
“Sit here.” And she points to the floor on her left side.
I obey and gently go to my knees and sit on my heels beside her. I feel Madame’s left hand slide to the nape of my neck and she holds me.
“There, now I know where you are at.” She says with finality.
But slowly her hold becomes a rub and a caress. Madame absentmindedly pets me as she reads. I close my eyes and it is rapture. She strokes my hair and pets my neck. When her hand leaves me, I hear Claire eating, but then her fingers return, running through my shoulder length hair. Boldly I rest my head upon her thigh. Madame does not protest but strokes me more. I am content at her feet.
Claire finishes her food and then finishes her work. She looks down at me, but is still in thought.
“Get undressed.” She finally says.
I stand, using the desk to help me up. My foot has fallen asleep. I move away to be nearer the chair in the other corner where I will put my clothes. Madame watches me. I unbutton the ill fitting top and my breasts spill out. I see Claire’s lips pull into a little smile. I pull each sleeve down and then just push the skirt past my hips; that is getting harder to do as my bottom gets thicker. I am not allowed panties, so that leaves just the white stockings and my shoes. I bend a little to unhook the garter belt from them…
“Stop there.” Claire makes me halt.
My hand goes instinctively under my tummy. My nipples harden. The fire is not roaring and the room has a chill. Finally Madame waves me over and I come to her. She is sideways now in her desk chair. Her left hand slides around my waist and the right one gently presses my belly. Her hand rubs in a slow circle. Softly, I sigh. Madame looks up at me and I smile sweetly to her. Her arm pulls me even closer, so I stand between her open legs and she kisses my breast, not the nipple but the soft white flesh. She kisses it tenderly and cups it in her right hand. As Madame squeezes my swollen tit she moves to my cleavage. Her nose burrows in between those soft hills. She nuzzles them and kisses them, working slowly to the left, covering me with her lips till finally she greets my left nipple and sucks it in and kisses it. I moan and bring my hand to the back of her head. I can’t help myself. Softly, she sucks and then releases, making sweet kissing sounds. I press her face into my breast as she massages the other into my chest.
Both of my nipples are hard but the one in her mouth expands and is engorged. Madame flicks it with her tongue and suckles me and finally closes down on my flesh with her lips till drops of my milk meet her tongue. My legs clamp shut as I try to rub myself and I bite my lower lip. Claire sucks harder and a little more comes out. She giggles naughtily at this. I look down at my Mistress and our eyes lock and this time I stroke her hair. I feed Claire what little milk I have and she seems pleased.
“Go kneel on my bed.” She instructs me. “Hands and knees, pet.”
I move to obey and try to saunter sexily to Madame’s bed as best I can. On hands and knees, my ass faces her with my feet dangling off the side of the bed.
“No pet.” She is amused. “Head at the head, feet at the foot, just like my girl is getting up in the morning.”
I rearrange myself and my Madame stands at my side. Her hands slide over my back, one slips to my round bottom and the other holds my hanging breast. I feel her fingers ease down the crack of my butt and then gloss across my always wet lips. I am on display for her and Madame inspects her property. Her hand presses forward between my legs to rub my lips and my mound and I moan for her. Claire slips in her thumb to my drenched sex, roaming for my sweet spot.
She speaks softly near my ear. “Do you remember last night, little pet,” Claire licks my ear, sending shivers through me. “When my hand was inside you?”
“Yes, my Mistress was inside me.” I say with passion.
“Did it hurt, little pet?” She pinches my nipple for a little emphasis.
“No, Madame.” I confess “Madame Claire was inside me and it was exquisite.”
Madame’s hand leaves my tit and she tilts my chin, kissing me deeply, passionately.
“I will have you again, little pet.” She kisses my nose.
I purr at the thought and snake my body for her. Claire goes to her dresser for something and I feel that cold gel again smeared over my hot sex.
“The Doctor gave me some.” She says behind me. “He does recommend that my pet have a regular release.”
“Mmmm, yes please, Madame.” I moan as her four fingers are sliding up and down along my lips. “I want you in me. I want my Claire in me.” I say without thinking.
Claire gives a haughty laugh. “Oh, I am yours now, am I?”
I feel the press as she pushes her fingers inside me. I feel a burning as her hand passes into me, stretching that flesh but she is in. My Madame is inside me.
“You belong to me, little pet,” Claire explores my insides. “Not the other way around.”
Her hand is a fist now and she tries to pull it out as before and it rubs my inner walls. She presses into my pelvic bone. My pussy clamps and squeezes her wrist and I drop face first on Madame’s bed. I moan deeply and beg her for more. My Madame works it around, fucking me. Shivers and jolts run through my body until I collapse on my side. But Madame does not stop. She lies next to me, watching my face and speaks to me as she keeps fucking me.
“You are my pet, my slutty slave. I saved you. I own you.” There is passion in her words. “Say it!” She commands as her fist nearly pulls out.
“I am yours, Mistress” I cry out. “Always yours, forever yours my sweet Madame.” Tears form in my eyes as I cum again from her invasion of me.
I reach for her and she allows it. I cling to her as my orgasms over come me. Her hand needs barely move inside me and I am jolted again. Madame has to wait to pull her hand out as my pussy grips her wrist. Slowly they subside and we stare at each other. My eyes adore her and she gives me the smallest smile.
“Go eat me, pet.” It sounds more like permission than a command.
My face smiles and I work down her slim beautiful body. On our sides, she drapes a leg over me and one under my head. Lazily I begin kissing my Madame. Kissing her pussy and exploring her lips with my tongue. Slowly I will work her. Only one finger in Madame’s tight pink tunnel, but I will suck on her engorged little button. Madame’s beautiful clit will have all my attentions until I feel her grab my head and grind against me. Claire will use obscenities and I will know she is cumming. She will grind and curse or even roll on top of me pinning my face under her spasming sex as she quivers on my tongue.
And then Madame will send me to sleep in my own room.
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This is absolutely one of the best things ive read...it shows evertying in the head...I am hooked and need more
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Thank you. I thought you would like it. :-* So glad you did. BUT WAIT...THERE'S MORE!
well, I'm still writing it. so wait...just... just not here. :P
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Beautiful!
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On Saturday, my first uniform arrived from Mrs. Sibley, the seamstress. She did a rush job on this one but the rest, she said, would be a week or two. I clutched the brown paper wrapped parcel like a girl with a Christmas gift and my smile was from ear to ear.
Madame walked in from outside. “I saw the delivery boy.” She knew what I held. “Well go put it on. Let me see what I bought.”
I still smiled and looked at her, “Right away, Madame.” And moved at best possible speed to my room.
I opened the box to find instructions from Mrs. Sibley. There was a petticoat of one layer instead of four and to put the opening in front, so should my bottom get wider, the cloth would spread there. The skirt wasn’t truly longer but seemed so because all those petticoats weren’t there to trumpet it out. The front was shaped to my belly and actually provided some support from the white apron front that was stitched just under my tummy and then continued loosely to just above the hem of the skirt. The best was the chest actually fit and my boobs weren’t squished to my chest or spilling out the top, which still showed cleavage but not vulgarly so. The old seamstress even included a diagram of which pleats to open up and in what order. She was brilliant.
As I shifted my body happily in the mirror, I remembered that Madame waited on me. I slipped my shoes back on and charged out the door. Madame waited at the bottom of the steps with a foot on the first one and her hand on the curled rail end as if contemplating coming up after me.
“Sorry, Madame” I said apologetically.
She waved it off. “Just come down slowly. Let’s have a good look at how you spent my money.”
I blushed; Madame’s eyes were all over me. I had to look down, but I would glance up every few steps to make sure I still had her attention. Claire backed up as I reached the bottom.
“Go on, twirl.” She said flatly. “You know you want to.”
I obliged her of course and twirled, and then I stood holding my hands in front of me.
“Is Madame pleased?” I was hopeful, but Madame started slowly walking around me.
“All these pleats…” She began.
“So it can be let out as I get rounder, Madame.” I offered.
“Did you ask for these puffy short sleeves?”
“No, but I believe it is the fashion, Madame.” I explained.
She came back to the front. “It will do.” Claire finally said. “I may have her make a fifth one with a few changes, but, yes, very good.”
“Thank you, Madame” I smiled again, relieved that she was pleased.
That evening my raven haired mistress directed me to pack her bags for a long trip to Manchester.
“I will be gone for most of the week.” She said crisply. “Be certain Emma knows where things are.”
“But Madame,” I interjected “I am your Lady's maid.”
Madame Claire turned back at me quickly, but any harshness left her voice as she saw my eyes. “You are ACTING lady's maid.” She came to me and pressed my belly. “You will stay here and take care of what is important to me.” She stared at me and rubbed my tummy. “Understand?”
I was taken back by this display of caring and kindness after I had questioned her, but my mind raced, was I important to Madame or the baby... or both. I bowed my head putting my eyes to the floor.
“Of course, Madame.” I was still sad but accepting.
The next night my Claire was gone and her room empty. I had cleaned it and then tidied it and then cleaned it again. I was about to strip the bed until I pulled back the coverlet and caught a waft of her scent. A smile came across my lips and an idea to my mind. This was my Madame's bed, where I never get to sleep, but my Madame was not here.
I locked the door and put out the light. Only moonlight broke the darkness as I disrobed. The buttons on the side made it easy, and at last in just my bra, I slide head first into Madame's bed. I could smell the rose petal and baby powder on the sheets. I pulled a pillow under my head, but made sure I hugged Claire's top pillow to me. I thought of my Madame and she was with me.
Her pale, nude body glowed in the moonlight. She smiled at me as she walked slowly to “Our” bed. She pushed the covers back and slid next to me. I felt her warmth and beheld her scent. My Claire wrapped me in her arms and kissed me without a word. Our legs entwined and our mounds rubbed. She bit at my throat and called me precious. Slowly her lips moved down. The door was banging.
Madame's lips went to my breast. The door was banging.
I gasped as she sucked my nipple in. The door was banging.
My eyes popped open to the daylight of Claire's bedroom. A heavy knock was at the door.
“Yes?” I answered, nervously.
It was Mr. Preston, the butler, “Why are you in the Mistress’s room?” He barked, still on the other side of the door.
Frantically, I was scooping up my dress and stepping into it. He would tell Madame, just to get me in trouble.
“Open this door!” He barked.
But I became bold, remembering who I was. “I am Madame's Lady's maid, and I am taking care of her things!”
Finally my clothes were back on, if a little disheveled, and I unlocked and swung open the door. Mr. Preston looked past me to see the bedclothes in a pile on the floor.
“I will get that.” He said, as if it were beneath him. “The Doctor has come to see you.” He involuntarily looked down to my belly. “We expected to find you in your room.” Mr. Preston's tone implied I would be lazy in Madame's absence.
“I got up early and started working.” I huffed, and then brushed past him to go down the hall.
Dr. Aldridge was staring out my window as I entered the door. He turned as he heard me. He was a man of gray, gray hair, gray mustache and a gray three piece suit. He looked me up and down as if deciding where to start.
“Good morning, Doctor.” I greeted him nervously
“Ah, good morning, Andrea. How are you feeling, girl?” He said cordially.
“Very well, thank you. You didn't have to come out and check on me, Doctor, not this early.”
He removed his coat and began moving towards me. Madame left me no instructions about Dr. Aldridge. He was my doctor, but should he want payment as before... I didn't know what to do. I stood stock still and let him touch my round belly. He pressed lower and rubbed the underside.
“Go lean over that chair, Andrea.” He ordered me.
Standing behind the chair, I leaned over its back, and put my hands on the seat. Because of my months of being Madame's pet, this command was very familiar.
My skirt was flipped up and with no panties, I immediately felt his fingers splay my lips apart.
“Are you always this wet?” He asked.
“Yes, Doctor.” I answered with my head down.
“Open your legs wider.” He said and I felt light slaps to my thighs.
Two fingers were pushed inside me. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I didn't want to moan. I could feel the rest of his hand ramming into my cheeks and I felt his finger tips at my cervix and feeling inside my wet puss. Then he pulled away.
“All seems fine as before.” He said almost jovially. “How are your bowel movements?”
“Pardon?” I wasn't sure about the word.
“Do you go poop, dear.” He put bluntly
“It is...troublesome at times.” I finally admitted.
“I can do something for that.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” But before I could get up I felt both his hands spread my cheeks and his face mashed to my dripping cunny. I couldn't see because of the chair but I could tell he was on his knees. The Doctor was sucking my tender lips and licking my hole. Now I did moan.
“Oh, Please.”
He sucked on me and swallowed my juice. I rubbed my chest into the chair's upholstery. My nipples hardened and I bit my lower lip. I felt his fingers go back inside but the exploring was different; He sought those crevices that excite me, and stretched me with three of his long fingers.
Smacking my pale rump, “Reach back and spread it, Girl!”
I pulled my cheeks apart and felt his nose in my butthole and then his tongue. Dr. Aldridge swabbed my tiny hole and fingered my puss. Soon I was moaning constantly and my hips were rocking. I felt that cool gel, but not on my pussy. He smeared it across my bottom and pressed two fingers into my butthole.
“NO, Doctor, Please.” I protested, but he drove them deep and pushed the gel in there with them.
I was barely lubed and I felt him grab my shirt collar from behind. He yanked it to tell me he was in charge.
“Keep holding those cheeks open, girl.” His normal calm voice was now one of a predator. Slow and meaningful, with a hint of a growl.
His fingers left and I felt the head of his cock. He forced it into my ass and it burned. Madame has used that hole with things or others, but she usually takes her time and gives me mine. The Doctor was rough and drove it in until I cried out.
“PLEASE!”
I got a swat for my protest. “SHUT UP, GIRL!”
He grabbed just above the curve of my ass and began ramming me. His groin slammed into my butt and his balls smacked into my lips. I held the chair now, keeping my belly away and just hanging down. I was panting, but it still hurt a little. I moaned aloud, hoping it would help him cum. I hung my head and pushed back like a slut. I groaned for him, and wiggled my round butt. He was grunting now and soon I would be let go.
He yanked hard on my top, nearly choking me, but he was grunting and panting. I could feel his cock stiffen even more. “SLUT” He said through clenched teeth and I felt his sperm spray into me. His hot cum flooded into my anal canal and it felt like a lot. The Doctor pulled out, and told me to shut my “gaping hole”.
I turned around slowly and stood straight. Dr. Aldridge was already tidying himself and tossing his suit coat back on. I couldn't meet his gaze.
“Tell your Mistress, all is well” He said before letting himself out.
My face was red, I knew it. But I did feel like I had to poo.
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Andrea, this is a great story, how did I miss it for so long?
Did you & Claire really do this over Yahoo together?
You could publish this and it would sell!
Can't wait to see what happens as you get closer to birth.
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Blu
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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.
Thank you :-*
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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?!”
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“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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As usual Momma_Andrea, your stories are enthralling and I can't wait to read more. I am enjoying how the characters are developing and am intrigued on the circumstances of Andrea's pregnancy.
Will await your next episode with quiet impatience. ;D
Keep up the fantastic work , your fans are waiting. :-*
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Sorry it has taken so long, but sometimes the Muse abandons me :(
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.
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So good Momma! :)
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About time you wrote something. Good stuff. One of the few people whose writing actually make me squirm in my seat.
Btw, congrats on the 1000th post.
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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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Andrea, this story is so erotic and charged....
It fascinates me and I love the way you bring the characters out..
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Thank you, Blue
It is 43 pages long with a font size of 14 (so my half blind ass can see it) I can't believe it.
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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.
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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
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Well Done Momma!
I am in awe of your talent!
I love your deep understanding of your characters.. Andrea really is such a sub and Claire is such a controller.. their relationship works in a way that those who are neither of these things may find difficult to believe, but I can really relate to.
I hope everyone else loves your writing too and I award you the Denim Booker Prize!
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Well, sucks to be James.
Good writing like always Andrea. Each sentence kept me on the edge of my seat. Always able to arouse. And always able to make me squirm with with your sultry, erotic story telling, I can only dream of aspiring to your level of writing.
Great work, and congrats on concluding your work.
P.S Work on your Angel and Demon story.
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Well, thank you.
I was going to have him killed on safari or maybe poisoned. Something where the reader would go, "OMG, she had him killed!"
but the horse thing seemed like Karma, and who is to say she didn't have him killed. ;D
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I liked the subtlety of Andrew's demise. I liked the idea she knew the character of her horse and that of Andrew so it was a case of when not if...
Chuckling, Did she or didn't she.. that is the question...
Great story Andrea. Thank you for sharing it with us here in our Forum Village.
As usual your work enthrals, excites and delights. I am so glad you are resident here and look forward to reading and enjoying many more.
Congratulations on your success.
A Bee Badge to go with your Denim Booker Prize.
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