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Mini Coercive

   Part II



   By Reavan

   Master's Bedroom.  Sandra lit a lamp turning the wick to a soft glow and
then lit two candles on the opposite wall, leaving the drapes closed before
waking her master and madam.  "How can I pleasure my master this morning?"
She curtsied deeply smiling seductively and then presented her body,
swaying her hips, flaunting her curvaceous full figure in the soft
flickering lights.  Opening his eyes, blinking and stretching, taking in
his servant's luscious flesh; he considered the pleasures of her satisfying
him one way or another.  He stretched again and turned to his wife for a
moment.

   "My dear wife, I need to be in the store early this morning, get down
and start breakfast.  Sandra will be there as soon as I'm done with her. 
Go on woman!"

   "Yes, dear husband, why doesn't she just perform orally, it's so much
quicker in the morning dear, but you decide and please enjoy the wench. 
I'm on my way." She kissed him warmly on the cheek, got out of bed and
left.

   "Ah Sandra...oh yes...how do I want you this morning?" She smiled
seductively, breathing deeply, caressing her thighs, and then raising her
arms above her head, chest heaving, pelvis undulating, turning to reveal
her luscious butt, tempting him with a slow snake-like dance.  "Alright
Sandra, your madam is right; get on with it; make it quick while you report
on Olivia." She threw back his covers, crawled on the bed between his legs,
gently fondling his genitals.

   "Yes master, Olivia is highly sexed; I fingered her to multiple
climaxesthree times during the night, each very quickly...ummm." She
lowered her lips to his knob, kissing and sucking passionately and then
made eye contact again.  "She offered to return the sex but I refused of
course as you instructed...Umm.  She has no hymen but I'm certain those
shapely little thighs, never spread to allow a penis that honor, just to
allow her little fingers and a broken ladle handle." She swallowed him
completely.

   "So you think she is destined to offer her body for my sexual pleasures
and share your duties?" She momentarily uncoupled his member from her
mouth, pushing his foreskin back with her lips, kissing the now swollen
mushroom with a juicy smack; her hands continuing to frig and tease hiS bag
while replying.

   "Positively master, she's a multi-orgasmic keeper.  With my tender
loving seduction, alternating the madam's cane-wielding lust, that little
sweetheart will be helplessly enticed and ripe for picking in two or three
weeks." She girdled his knob with her tongue, kissing it passionately and
then swallowed the entire shaft holding it until out of breath, before
vigorously stroking, sucking and blowing.

   "Very well; oh Sandra, ooh...you do that so well...oooh." She slowed,
sensing the eruption, fingers teasing the ridge under his bag, while
meeting his eyes as he groaned sporadically.  She swallowed the load,
quickly squeezing his shaft before allowing him to eject a second.  Taking
in the entire shaft she released her grip and pulled back while smacking
her lips, downing the second load.  Choking and releasing his rod again she
deliberately directed the remainder to splatter partly on her face.  She
then caught his eyes and with an obedient expression of devotion to his
pleasure licked if off; scraping with her fingers and slurping them clean.

   Downing his shaft again she gripped the knob with her lips, squeezed the
root, sliding her hand to the knob, draining the last few drops and then
making eye contact licked her lips suggestively, making several deliberate
swallowing motions, each followed by a long satisfied um. ..

   "Ah Sandra, you do that so well; you're a treasure to me."

   "My master is too kind," she kissed his deflating knob tenderly.  "I'm
only performing my household duties.  Soon your nubile midget wench and I
cAN take turns or perhaps mutually pleasure our master; I know my master
will take relish deflowering her."

   "Yes, she is a delicious morsel to be sure, her youth, her innocence;
I'll savour that moment but it took years to perfect your skills Sandra;
she'll have a lot to learn."

   "She's a natural talent and guiding her in the skills of providing
sexual pleasure, before and after I escort her to my master's bed, will be
sheer pleasure for me.  I had no one to teach me but I'm sure with her
inborn sexual cravings, she'll be pure pleasure for my master in no time at
all."

   "That didn't happen with the last one Sandra."

   "No master, she just tolerated sex and the cane because of her easy life
in this house.  The madam enjoyed her resistance to lesbian sex for a while
but lost interest because she only went through the motions, not even
pretending to enjoy it.  What did my master do with her?"

   "I offered her to an acquaintance of mine, a mill owner, who was in the
market for a young wench but in spite of her shapely body and compliant
nature, he was disappointed with her performance; so he married her off to
one of his lead mill-hands.  I understand she's a mother now.  I'm hoping
we'll have more luck with Olivia."

   "Olivia is a nymph master, a blank slate, raised in a tiny isolated
village; she has no idea she's a nymph or even what the word means.  I know
she'll eventually be passionately submissive about any sex act she's
ordered to perform.  The only little problem is that she was raised to
believe that only married couples can have sex; but with her trusting
nature, it'll just be a matter of replacing one old wife's tale with
another.  How did my master manage to pick out a winner this time?"

   "I read something in her face when I met her in the village.  She was
teased a lot there, accounting for her sad appearance but there was
something else in her eyes; a sort of dreamy unfulfilled yearning that I
found puzzling.  It took me a long time to convince the mother to let her
go but when she turned nineteen last month and that did it.  Then of course
she's pretty as peach and as we now know, my wife coerced a shapely little
goddess out of those ill fitting rags."

   "May I wash my master now before breakfast; I'm sorry I had no time to
warm up a pitcher this morning, I took that time to test Olivia one last
time."

   "It was time well spend; the water in the wash basin be tepid from last
night.  It'll have to do; restocking the store today will be a long grind.
I'll give your madam permission to seduce the wench today; I am hoping for
a good report."

   "I'm sure it will be master; I saw insatiable lust in the madam's eyes
when the little doll was coerced out of her clothing.  If it wasn't for my
master's orders to the contrary, Olivia would have been ravished on the
spot.  The madam stormed into the kitchen and took out her frustrations
caning me; then made me tongue her, until she had climaxed twice.  After
that I got three more with no caressing follow up.  My hands were ordered
on top of my head while she just stood there for the longest time, watching
me cry with that entranced look in her eyes."

   "Before and after, no soothing hands and your own not allowed, isn't
that unusual?  Yes, my dear wife can be testy when sexually frustrated."

   "Well not that unusual but I'm used to it; but my master more that makes
up for it and there is good sex with the madam too.  Give my madam
permission to wield her tongue today and Olivia will scream for more." "You
don't think we should go easy with the wench for a few days with just
mutual masturbation?"

   "There's no need master, please leave it to me." She finished drying and
began to dress him.

   "Very well Sandra I trust your judgement.  How do you feel about being
the loving half of her seduction?"

   "I'm crazy about her; she's so pretty, so sweet, soooo...innocent and
oooh...that luscious little figure...um!  I couldn't stop fondling and
kissing her last night.  And the way she responds; as if she wants to crawl
right inside me.  I don't have to pretend that I really care about her; I
can't help myself.  Sorry master, that's how I feel." Sandra presented her
behind and received three light slaps for which she thanked him.

   "You know, I approve and indeed insist that my females enjoy each other
bodies and if they fall in love I support that whole heartedly." She knew
of course that his approval was conditional on that love being channelled
to his sexual needs, when required.  "I'll give you a free hand to use her
as you please in the pantry."

   She responded by taking up the position again, receiving three more
slaps, smiling submissively over her shoulder.  In her years of service,
presenting her behind for a ritual spanking had long replaced: yes master,
thank you master, I understand master and also as his own acknowledgment or
agreement with her statements.

   She rose caressing her fleshy cheeks and as part of the ritual,
whispered `Thank you master', an expression of appreciation for the act
itself.  Then smiling obediently as if she'd been punished for defying him,
she buttoned his vest, fastened the gold chain and slipped the watch into
its pocket; opening then the bedroom door she curtsied.

   The master rarely spanked her harder than a noisy slap; only as a show
of his authority over all aspects of her life, her whispered `thank you',
implied her deference to that authority.

   The Kitchen

   The madam called Olivia out of the pantry and assigned her various
chores in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast for her husband.  She
wondered where Sandra was and why she wasn't making breakfast.  She didn't
dare ask and Sandra did show up after a while.  A setting was set up on a
tea wagon and wheeled out by Sandra.  Olivia was then given some chores to
clean up by the madam, who then left after telling her to return to the
pantry when finished.  The Dining Room

   Sandra and the madam served the masters his breakfast in the dining room
and then waited, as at all meals across from the table.  The madam stood
facing him, while Sandra knelt, with her back turned; the different
positions, being the masters concession to his wife's wedded status.

   "Dear wife I understand our new wench is highly sexed and responsive to
lesbian sex.  She is according to Sandra not a virgin, which is no matter
but I order you to use that tidbit today, as leverage for her total
submission to oral lesbian sex, unless of course she cares to return to her
village.  After her seduction, introduce her to the butt plug; Sandra
should also wear one for now, to let Olivia think it's a condition of being
in your service."

   "Yes dear husband and thank you.  I'll be delighted to introduce her to
oral sex."

   "You are happy with me finding this midget wench then dear, as you have
requested for a few years now?"

   "Oh yes dear husband I know it was difficult to find one this pretty. 
I'll treasure her as I do Sandra, with my husband's kind consent of
course."

   "Sandra seems to think the seduction will be a snap; we'll see.  I want
to hear full report on her response this evening and do not cane the wench
today.  Being introduced to your spirited brand of love making will be
enough for her system to endure, before Sandra calms her down in the
pantry."

   "Yes dear husband, your word is my command.  May I ask how long my
wenches and I will remain naked in the house?"

   "Well I don't know; at least until Olivia has become a regular part of
my sex life.  Clothing will of course be necessary when the summer is over;
most certainly before the stable boy begins to stoke the fireplaces.  I did
leave Olivia's rags with the seamstress to be replaced, with your order for
her servant's uniform."

   The Kitchen

   When Sandra returned Olivia was called back in the kitchen to help with
more food preparation, which turned out to be another setting for the tea
wagon and breakfast for the two of them.  Sandra wheeled the madam's
portion out and returned a few minutes later.  After they ate Sandra
pointed at a hand pump and a pail and told her to scrub the kitchen floor.
Olivia couldn't believe that the water pump was located inside the house at
a sink but soon got on her hands and knees with the brush and set to work.
When the madam came in an hour later Olivia was nearly done with the floor.
She rose and curtsied along with Sandra.

   "Sandra I wish to examine the wench to make sure she's fit; get her on
the table." Sandra lifted her up and let her stretch out on her stomach
close to one edge where the madam could reach standing on a low stool.  She
groped her everywhere, probing and stroking like a doctor, ordering her to
turn over before continuing.  "I want to check her vagina Sandra," she
rotated Olivia on the table; then grasping her ankles spread her legs wide.
The madam got off the stool and probed her vagina, spreading the orifice.
"There is no hymen here Sandra.  What were you wench?  The village whore,
she doesn't deserve to serve in this house!  How many men have you been
with wench?"

   "Oh no please madam, I've never been with a man; I...I've masturbated
and used a broken ladle, making believe it was my prince." She began to
cry; "please madam it's the honest truth; please don't send me back to the
village.  I'll work really hard, do anything my madam wants...please
believe me?"

   "Well we'll see; set her down Sandra." The madam stood back,
deliberately leering at her body as Olivia quickly assumed the required
stance.  "So, you're not ashamed of displaying your breasts and genitals
this morning wench?"

   "No madam," she placed her hands behind the neck, thrust out her breasts
and vagina as far as she could, "I'm very sorry about yesterday madam."
After being seduced by Sandra, she was less embarrassed displaying her
privates to the madam; but still scared of her, yet strangely exhilarated.
She sensed that the madam was going to seduce her and tried to smile
expectantly through her tears.  "So...am I allowed to touch your body
now...do anything I want, at my...pleasure?"

   "Yes...madam, of course...anything" She whimpered, while Sandra dried
her tears.  The madam moved in pressing and rocking her body tightly
against her, Olivia gasped as she eased back enough to fondle her breasts
and nipples.  Then she grasped she her by the waists, kissing her
passionately.  Olivia responded by opening her mouth as her madam's tongue
entered; unsure of what to do, she embraced her neck.  The madam's
breathing now became laboured as her probing fingers reached Olivia's
vagina.  She groaned with pleasure as she had with Sandra, anticipating
finger penetration.

   Suddenly the madam stood back and ordered Sandra to lift Olivia up on
the table again and spread her thighs as before.  Her crotch was no sooner
wide open before the madam's open mouth smacked into her vagina.  Olivia
gasped in shock, her entire body trembling while a blazing fire burned from
her crotch into her very soul.  She squealed as the madam licked and nipped
her clit, and again even louder when her tongue penetrated where her hymen
should have been.  She gasped sporadically climaxing almost instantly, then
again and again while she groaned ecstatically, revelling in this strange
new licking experience.

   Olivia was then told to stretch out on her the back, arms above the
head. While the madam ordered Sandra to lift her up on the table, where she
straddled Olivia's face and slowly lowered her crotch, to just above her
lips.  "What do you see wench," the madam demanded breathlessly?

   "My...my madam's vagina."

   "What do you think you must do now?"

   "Kiss...kiss and lick it, like my...my madam did...did to, to, to me?"
She stammered as her chest heaved rapidly while gasping for air; she
trembled partly from the fear of not being able to satisfy her madam but
mostly from the shocking introduction to this unbelievable sexual act, she
had never in her life imagined would happen.

   "She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, meeting the hairy
mound as it settled and wiggled on her face.  Hot and cold chills flooded
throughout her body, as she attempted to imitate what the madam had done to
her; kissing, sucking and licking anything her madam's movements centered
on her mouth.  She heard loud moans and felt her breasts being squeezed
hard.  Her hands were guided by Sandra to the madam's fleshy cheeks, while
whispering to dig her fingers into and caress the soft flesh.  The madam's
moans encouraged her to lick and kiss passionately, knowing she was doing
something right.  She squeezed her fingers into her flesh as the madam
began to moan sporadically.  Then she stopped moving and pressed her vagina
down hard on her mouth.  Olivia poked her tongue into the moist orifice,
exploring the inside as the madam groaned loud and long.  She then got off,
flopping hard on her back next to Olivia, gasping for breath.  Sandra
encouraged Olivia to caress the madam gently, easing her down from her high
until her breathing slowed.

   "You have pleases me somewhat wench and I will think about your claim to
be a virgin but it will depend on your willingness to perform all assigned
duties diligently and honestly over the next few weeks.  "

   "Oh thank you mistress, you won't be sorry I'll work really hard and do
anything you say."

   "Of course you will; like I said, we'll see if you can be trusted! 
Sandra, lubricate a number one for the wench." Sandra lifted the madam down
on the floor and ordered Olivia on her knees with her head on the table. 
Sandra handed the item to the madam, Olivia jerked in surprise as the item
was held snugly against her anal orifice.  "This will be a physical
reminder of your wish to retain your position." The madam said in a snooty
voice as she rotated the item slowly, applying a little more pressure
making Olivia wonder what she was doing to her.  "I also want you to think
of it as a symbol of your servant status; that is...your unconditional
submission, to my needs.  Serving me, giving me pleasure could be a
satisfying experience for you.  It could also be very painful, bring you to
tears but as long as I am satisfied; the pain you suffer, your tears...will
only intensify my pleasure.

   Relax your body now; this will hurt just a little bit.  " She then
slowly twisted and pushed it inside.  Olivia gasped, in astonishment and
disbelief as her anus was penetrated, expanding it painfully and then
seemed to ease on a smaller part.

   "There," she jerked the plug as if testing the insertion.  "You will
make a request every morning to have this plug reinserted.  If I decide to
favour that wish, you will remain here as my servant; if I decide not to
insert the plug; or should you refuse, you will be back in the village
before nightfall.  Now get back to your chores wench!"

   Olivia scampered off the table, curtsying before returning to her task.
The plug was extremely uncomfortable at first, seemingly filling her entire
body; then after a while, she actually began to enjoy the sensation, as it
rubbed on something inside her as she crawled along scrubbing the floor.

   The Pantry

   Sandra sent Olivia to the pantry with a warms kiss, when her chores were
done.  Curling up on the mattress, she struggled to make sense of what was
happening to her.  The madam was angry because she was not a real virgin,
accusing her of being the village whore.  She could be sent back, unless
she decided to believe her story, about penetrating her hymen with a ladle
handle.

   She had then shocked her, by suddenly out of the blue, smacking her
mouth into her vagina, kissing and licking; triggering, after the initial
shock an explosive series of orgasms, far more intense than a finger or
handle.  She wasn't sure, but wondered if that startling assault on her
vagina by a sucking mouth and relentless tongue, combined with her frazzled
nerves had intensified the experience.

   She thought about her mother and the morals of her upbringing.  What if
she knew, her daughter had been licking a woman's vagina and had a plug,
symbolizing ritual submission inserted in her bum?  She wiped a tear,
shuddering at the thought, as the ordeals of her first twenty-four hours
torn from the security of her family, scrambled through her brain.

   Fate had forsaken her on a desert isle with no means of escape; marooned
and at the mercy of a midget ogre, living a bad dream, a nightmarish
fairytale.  She had been forced to strip naked; display her intimate
privates to the madam's shameless eyes; caned to tears and then just now,
threatened with a humiliating return to her village, for not being pure. 
Finally, with her self-confidence ripped to shreds, leaving her utterly
defenceless; a sex act had been forced on her, that she'd never in her
wildest dreams, imagined anyone could or would do.

   She now felt a deep sense of shame, much stronger than the first few
times she fingered herself; at that time shame lasted only until an
irresistible craving in her vagina became unbearable.  Later, as time went
by she felt less guilty, though it was always in the back of her mind,
until she confessed that intimate secret to Sandra.  Could that happen with
the licking sex too, or was it just too indecent?

   She wiped a tear, shuddering again, as conflicting thoughts raced
through her mind.  On the one hand, the disgrace associated with being
sent, or asking to be sent back to the village.  With no chance of finding
a husband what would happen to her then, off to a circus, being displayed
as a freak?  No one would know about her self-inflicted loss of virginity;
just, that she couldn't handle a simple housekeeping job.  On the other
hand, stay here and continue to be coerced into licking sex, plus what ever
else the madam had in mind.

   She had revelled in the act, during and relished the feeling for a while
after.  But now, the reality of her upbringing surfaced to haunt her.  Was
itreally wrong to get pleasure from fingering and licking?  No one had of
course known about her masturbating, until now.  Maybe, all or many women
did that; even the licking sex?

   She was nineteen, an old maid by her village standards and on her own
for the first time; was it possible she was just learning about the
realities of life?  Could it be that all servants were treated this way or
worse, by their wealthy madam's?  She knew slaves were beaten by their
masters; slavery was illegal now, they had been freed, but what about
caning a white servant; was that just the way of an outside world she knew
nothing about?"

   She touched the plug; a symbol the madam said, of trust and submission.
As she held it, the madam's intimidating face, flashed into her minds eyes
and the words: 'trust' and 'submission' resonated in her ears.  She closed
her eyes, shaking her head, but the image persisted; an eerie hypnotizing
vision, irresistibly spellbinding, blocking all other thoughts; but leaving
her strangely attracted to a woman who had caned her to tears.  Did the
plug posses some bizarre magic?  Was she under a spell?  She let go and the
madam faded in a mist.  She touched it again and there it was, her face
emerging out of the mist, smiling invitingly now, licking her lips
demandingly.

   The image mesmerized her, made her heart pound, sending fiery twinges
into her crotch; then suddenly her expression turned severe and the cane
flashed in and out of the image.  That didn't scare her; she was determined
to be good and obey the madam's orders, work hard on her chores.  The cane
was only a reminder, it couldn't be an omen?  Irresistibly drawn to the
image she squeezed the plug harder, intensifying the vision; that face,
those eyes penetrating her soul, that demanding yet tender smile, that
enticing tongue.  The image faded and closed in on her vagina, thighs
spread wide as before above her head, pelvis twisting and jerking
temptingly, clitoris and labia glistening with spittle, her own; then back
to her lips, then only her lips being moistened by that tongue licking,
licking, licking.  She wetted her own lips, gasping for breath;desperately
wanting to lick and be licked.  Letting go of the plug, she squeezed her
thighs together, palming her vagina, penetrating with a finger, gasping in
frustration, tossing wildly from side to side.

   "What's wrong Olivia?  Are you hurting?" Sandra had entered unnoticed.
"I...I...I was dreaming, I...I think," she stammered breathlessly.  Sandra,
do, do you...do you believe in magic, do you Sandra?"

   "Well yes, of course.  why?" Olivia recounted her vision.  "Well now you
know the powers of the madam's mind." Sandra turned around bending over.

   "You have a plug in your bum too Sandra."

   "Yes, that connects us to her; we're helplessly under her spell."

   "Is the madam a real witch Sandra?"

   "I prefer the word enchantress Olivia.  She can be cruel and discipline
us for her own pleasure but mostly, providing you are servile, she is kind
and giving, like there are two minds in the same body.  I think that
somehow between the two lies her magic powers."

   "Doesn't servile mean slave?"

   "Our wages Olivia would not buy the food you eat or a roof over your
head.  We're slaves; how could we leave, where would we go?" Olivia shook
her head not knowing what to say.  "You want to do it with her again, don't
you?"

   "Yes, when I touch the plug; I do

   "You will but not with the madam until tomorrow.  Get on your back."
Olivia eagerly obeyed reaching for Sandra, spreading her thighs,
instinctively raising her pelvis.  Sandra got on top of her, holding most
of her weight on her elbows and kissed her passionately.  When I came in
you were masturbating weren't you?  That is a no- no by a servant in this
house.  Understand?"

   "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, the vision drove me crazy."

   "Just don't do that again Olivia.  Um...am I squashing you?"

   "Never Sandra I promise and you can squash me all you want," she cradled
her neck, pulling their lips together again; kissing her passionately,
while wrapping her legs tightly around her waist." Do you see the madam's
face Sandra, when touching the plug?"

   "That's the magic sweetie; we're always under her spell."

   Sandra turned on her side, licking her lips, looking down at her vagina;
Olivia quickly reversed her position, burying her face in a new exerience
of frizzy curls.  Sandra rolled on her back with her little lover on top,
caressing her cheeks and thighs.  Olivia explored with her tongue, finding
Sandra's clitoris larger, the labial lips surprisingly different from the
madam's and when discovering the orifice, bored her tongue inside.  She
feltSandra's body flexing and twisting in respond to the invasion and
twirled her tongue vigorously until Sandra moaned loudly, her body
shuddering as she climaxed.

   She then felt herself lifted by the waist and pulled up until her vagina
kissed Sandra's mouth.  She closed her thighs on Sandra's head and sucked
on her stomach, clutching her soft hips, as Sandra's tongue brought her to
three quick climaxes.  She was then lifted in the air, whirled around and
dropped, their bodies smacking together.  Olivia laughed, grasping Sandra's
face, kissing her passionately and then cooing contentedly, buried her face
in her neck, while Sandra stroked her back.

   "Am I squishing you Sandra?" She kissed her neck, cooing.

   "Yes you're killing me," she chuckled, caressing her slowly.

   "Sandra...why did you get caned yesterday, were you bad?"

   "No Olivia, I just got caned that's all."

   "But why, if you were good?" She raised her head looking bewildered and
then kissed her neck warmly.

   "Um good, well sometimes the madam takes pleasure in caning me."

   "You mean...I can get caned even if I'm good, do my chores and...submit
to...you know?"

   "If the madam feels like caning you, that's her right; you're in her
service,"

   "Hem...but you got caned twice...why?" She kissed her neck, as if easing
her pain.

   "After the first time, I made love to her and then she caned me again."
"You licked her and she rewarded you with more pain?"

   "It's not reward or punishment when you haven't done anything wrong;
it's just that she enjoys doing it.  For her, it's a rush; she gets aroused
from maybe: the sound, your tears, watching your cheeks redden or seeing
you tremble with fear from the power she has over you.  I'm not sure why?"

   "Do you hate her for caning you; I mean if you're bad you deserve it but
when one is good...well?"

   "No Olivia, I love her; I love serving in this house."

   "But...but you are beautiful and normal size you could easily get a
husband."

   "I'm black Olivia; I was born a slave.  There are poor white people too,
like your family, but freed blacks are far worse off; life is hell.  I'd be
living in a shack bearing a lot of children and maybe my husband would beat
me because his life was hard.  This is a beautiful comfortable house, I'm
well fed and...loved...in a manner of speaking.  I've even, despite the
tears, learned to love her and I feel she loves me, even when caning me. 
I'm here to serve in many different ways: one is to accept pain but then I
get sexual and other pleasures too.  Think about it Olivia: if you've never
known pain, how would you know pleasure?"

   "I don't understand that Sandra; I like being happy and not hurting."
She mused on it for a while.  "Well maybe I do understand Sandra, sort of."


   "It is like your beautiful face Olivia: if there were no ugly people,
how would you know you were beautiful."

   "I'm not, Sandra." Sandra squeezed her tight kissing her passionately.

   "Um...ah, Oh yes you are sweetie; you're very...very beautiful.  Again,
if you are happy all the time, how do you know you're truly happy?  Pain
makes you appreciate the pleasures you experience in life.  Being caned
once in a while is much better than working in the cotton fields, a dirty
mine or mill."

   "Did you ever work in one of those places?"

   "Yes in a filthy mill, twelve hours a day for a mean boss who beat us
for not working hard enough."

   "Sandra...are we supposed to do what we did last night and just now,
will we get caned if the madam sees us with the magic?"

   "She knows what we're doing and we won't be caned for that.  Just don't
ever masturbate again; the madam will cane you severely if she senses that,
and...I would be very...  jealous." She squeezed Olivia tight, kissing her.
"Did you like having oral sex with the madam today?"

   "Oral sex...what?  Oh I see, like we just did.  Yes Sandra but it
surprised, no shocked me at first and then oh...it was so good" She felt
better about the licking now; all feelings of shame faded away with
Sandra's reassuring words and licking sex.

   "She liked it too, I'm sure and your body pleases her.  I'm going to
teach you how to pose when she orders you to; that will make her like you
even better."

   "Really Sandra!  Pose?"

   "Your madam likes to watch your naked body for a while; the sight of
your flesh stokes her flames, warming her up before using you to reach the
climax she craves.  First of all when you're ordered to pose you already
know, never to cover certain parts of your body with your hands, right?

   "Yes Sandra, the madam made that painfully clear, yesterday.  She's told
me how to stand when she talks to me and that to kneel if I have a
question."

   "Yes but posing is another matter because you present your body for her
sexual enjoyment; in effect you're pleading to be used.  Always think about
your hands being an insult to her eyes.  Also very important, smile shyly
with a willing expression, lips slightly parted while constantly moistening
them with the tip of your tongue.  You willingly present your body to
stimulate her desires.  She might not want you after you pose for a while
and tell you to stop, and maybe have me satisfy her instead.  You will then
do pose number one and watch us, with a slightly disappointed yet eager
expression.  Now let's get up and I'll show you.

   "Pose one is something like the way you've been ordered to stand when
she talks to you, feet apart and your fingers on the side of your thighs,
like you are going to scratch them." Olivia eagerly copied her.  "Most of
the time she'll watch the same pose for a long time.  When her eyes are on
your breasts, think and act as if her lips are kissing them; occasionally
look down and then make eye-contact again as you breathe deeply, heaving
your chest in an exaggerated manner, close your eyes while inhaling, by
twisting your body offering her one breast then the other.  If she shows
you one or two hands as if grasping something, that mean you are to fondle
a breast or both still making the same movements; but being very careful
never to touch or hide a nipple from her view.  Again imagine that she is
doing the fondling and is about to kiss your nipples.

   "Then if she lowers her eyes to your vagina, you act in a similar
manner; look down, momentarily, spread your feet and knees little and move
your pelvis forward in a twisting motion.  Again think about your madam's
tongue licking your vagina.  Then if she rubs her fingers together you will
stroke your thigh creases on both sides of you vagina while spreading your
knees, never let your fingers even touch a curl.  Your mind must be
intensely focused on submitting to anything she wants; it's very important
making that mental connection.  You know by now that she has magical
powers, she knows what's on your mind and thinking about something or
someone else could lead to a caning.

   "Pose two, she will tell you or hold up two fingers, is displaying your
behind, and moving it invitingly while smiling at her over your shoulder.
Sometime she'll order you to bend over and spread your cheeks, by making a
`V' with her fingers, so the plug is prominently displayed.  "She is in her
mindset, relishing in the humiliating display of your anus, impaled by a
plug symbolizing your submission; deliberately asserting her status over
you; a common wench who must obediently accept wearing it or suffer the
cane.

   "Pose three is your body in profile, usually with hands on your head or
behind your neck; make sure to arch your back letting your behind stand out
and thrust out your chest.

   "Pose four is like pose one but with movement; your feet spread, jerk
your pelvis ahead, and then slowly draw it back.  You are showing the madam
that your vagina is ready for her pleasure.

   "Pose five has more movement, watch." She began to rotate her hips,
while turning slowly.  They both performed a slow dance churning and
turning.  "Now with each pose there are variations, you can turn your hands
flat out away from you body.  You can place your fingers on your shoulders,
or hands behind you back, that way your arms are not shielding any part of
your body.  Finally you can place your hands on top of your head or behind
you neck; that way all parts of your body are exposed.  You will learn
eventually by watching her face where your hands should be, but don't worry
about that for now.

   "Once your flesh has fanned her flames to the point where she's ready,
she'll order you into whatever position suits her at that moment.  'Using
you' is the key here, because that's what she does.  She'll never fondle
and kiss you to make you feel good, only to feed her own lust for a climax;
your feelings or your climax is of no concern to her."

   "But...but how could that be Sandra, that she doesn't care; when she
licked me I felt like heaven inside?"

   "She did that because it made her feel good, she was using you to
achieve her climax not yours; don't forget she gets pleasure from caning
you as well and you don't enjoy that.  So you see, she couldn't care less
about your feelings.  There are exceptions to that, sometimes she'll demand
to hear and see you climax, usually just before she does.  But again it is
only to satisfy herself, by demanding you do; you can't fake it, she'll
know.  Finally if she claps her hands and holds out her arms during any
pose, you'll fly into her embrace or her vagina if she's lying down with
her legs spread, literally attacking her with wild passion.  She never
snuggles quietly during intercourse like we do; her path to satisfaction is
passionate and wild.

   "You must never slow or stop gratifying her, even for an instance, until
she reaches her climax, then you kiss and caress her tenderly until told
not to.  Why don't you show me all the poses while I pretend to be the
madam?"

   Olivia went through the poses including some variations while Sandra
made comments." That was pretty good Olivia you're a quick study.  Now, do
it again with this blindfold on." She posed eagerly, sometimes laughing and
apologizing when loosing her balance a couple of times.  "That will take
some practice Olivia but you're doing fine.  Take off the blindfold now"
She clapped her hands, holding out her arms and Olivia flew into her
embrace.

   "I'll practice every day Sandra when I'm alone in here." She was
interrupted by a bell sounding twice from the kitchen.  "What was that
Sandra?"

   "That's the upstairs bell; I'm needed there."

   "But it rang in the kitchen."

   "It's hooked up with strings or something going through the walls and
floors.  Tomorrow I'll teach you how to perform a massage, the madam likes
that."

   "What is a massage Sandra?" She didn't answer and removed the plug
before leaving.  She felt abandoned without Sandra and the plug and
deciding to practice her poses.  She put on the blindfold, doing them over
and over, until she dropped and fell to sleep.

   She woke when Sandra kissed her, while removing the blindfold.  Olivia,
half asleep cuddled up moaning cosily.  "Do I pose now madam?"

   "This is Sandra not your madam; wake up, I want to talk."

   "Oh Sandra I posed for hours I think." "That good, now listen, your
madam likes female love making.  So do I and so do you...I think?"

   "Oh yes Sandra it makes me feel so..."

   "I thought you would say that," she found her lips in the dark and
kissed her passionately.  "Now, when you masturbated at home, did you
fantasize about anyone?"

   "Well yes...sometimes; there was this handsome boy in the village and
then of course the prince in my dreams."

   "What about women, did you fantasize about women?"

   "Sometimes, well a lot of times I did, yes." She cradled Sandra's neck
and snuggled in tight, cooing.

   "Um...  there are some women who like sex with women only and they don't
really care that much for men or not at all.  Women like that have a
special way they like to have sex with other women.  So you will experience
that tomorrow with the madam; you will of course submit to her wishes,
right?"

   "Of course Sandra, anything she wants."

   The Kitchen

   Olivia was scrubbing pots when the mistress entered the kitchen in the
morning.  She curtsied and then immediately fell to her knees.

   "Yes wench what is it?"

   "The plug madam in my behind, would madam please put it there."

   "Very well, up on the table wench." Olivia clambered up on a chair and
then the table on her knees.  Sandra prepared the plug and the madam pushed
it in shaking and jerking it.

   "There get back to your chores wench."

   "Yes madam and thank you." She curtsied, feeling her servant's position
was secure again and watched through the corner of her eye while the madam
inserted Sandra's plug.

   "I'll take my lunch in the drawing room today Sandra, after you clean
up, bring in the wench as we discussed."

   "Yes madam," they both curtsied as she left.

   Drawing Room

   After lunch Olivia was blindfolded and taken to another part of the
house.  After performing all her poses she was embraced, fondled, and
passionately kissed by the madam.

   "Wench, I have fondled your body because it pleased me, now you will
fondle mine." Olivia began in a gingerly manner to caress her madam's body.
"More passion wench," she dug her fingers into her madam's flesh, her
breasts, her thighs and her cheeks.  "That's better, kiss my nipples and
finger my vagina." Olivia slowly began to feel at ease with being an active
sex partner.  Her blindfold was removed and she was told to get on her
hands and knees.  She watched Sandra strap a belt on the madam with a
carved wood pole, crowned by a strange clefted mushroom-like knob, sticking
out from where her vagina was.  The madam came close, placing the tip of
the pole near her mouth.

   "Suck on this wench, make it nice and wet." She opened her mouth and
covered the pole with saliva, totally confused.  She was then ordered to
lie down on an ottoman and spread her legs.  The madam mounted her, fitting
the pole to her vagina and then slowly pushed it in.  She gasped, feeling a
little pain at first but soon it became pleasurable, this was like her
ladle-handle just a little larger with that strange knob.  "Rock your body
wench show me you like it." The madam barely had to tell her; she embraced
her madam as she stroked her slowly at first.  Olivia climaxed again and
again, until the madam stopped and pulled out, rolling off her "What do you
think this looks like wench; have a good look at it." She stared at the
pleasurable item, thoughtfully shaking her head.

   "It's a carved wooden pole madam."

   "So you have never seen anything like it?"

   "No madam...never!"

   "It is an exact copy of a man's erect penis." Olivia stared in amazement
at the carved pole.

   "I...I've never seen a penis madam." She knew of course that men had
some kind of external organ like farm animals but this was a revelation. 
"Well, now that you know what a wood copy feels like, did you like it?"
"Yes madam it was good inside me." Sandra removed the harness from the
madam and strapped it on Olivia.  She was surprised to feel that another
pole was inserted in her own vagina from the strap between her thighs. 
Sandra then unscrewed the penis pole and mounted a larger one.  The madam
spread her legs, reaching for her.  She clumsily obeyed and with Sandra's
help fitted the pole into her vagina.

   She began to move, gingerly stroking the pole in and out, feeling very
awkward.  She was now in a way a man, having real sex with a woman.  Sandra
grasped her plug and worked it, making her moan as she stroked her madam.
She climaxed several times as the wooden pole in her vagina and the plug
just about drove her crazy.  She stroked her madam faster and deeper until
she groaned with pleasure and pushed her away.

   The madam then got up and ordered Sandra to take her place.  She spread
her thighs and reached for Olivia.  The madam watched intently for a while
and the ordered them to stop.  They were then ordered to their knees; she
nodded at Sandra.

   "Thank you for allowing me to pleasure my madam's body." She then nodded
atOlivia, who repeated Sandra's words.

   "The cane Olivia, and position." She pointed in a trancelike manner at
the menacing object on the wall.  Olive handed it to her, taking up the
position next to Sandra.  They both received three lashes, after which she
hand-slapped them a few times and then caressed and kissed their cheeks. 
They both thanked her and were then dismissed.

   To be continued
   Reavan

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