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Hello Hello, welcome to the forum. People post pics and GIFs and stories and crazy rants about the game.
Fun stuff, slightly serious stuff, Stuff your Mama warned you about.
Anyway, HI
Outside of ACHAT, I GAME and I…(surprise) Write non-sexual stories. :
I was a big Jedi Academy fan and I am in a clan. I wrote a Star Wars story for myself and for my clan. This is the first story I have ever written and it started over 3 years ago… still not finished, and I am editing it now, for format though, not content.Oh Yes
The first part was me and Claire, retold to the best of my recollection. I guess you would rather say it was “Inspired” by our coupling. We made elaborate stories though and were fleshing out our characters.
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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.
Momma_andrea, where did you find that because…..
http://open.salon.com/blog/kolikalove/2010/04/07/dear_authors_of_porn_for_women
I got it here,
http://dishevelleddomina.tumblr.com/page/180
But she got it here.
http://anaistheninja.tumblr.com/post/1248558753/how-to-write-anais-xx
Aww, a do-it-yourself pin up girl
Good for you, sweetie.
OK, she made me laugh… and wince at the same time.
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