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                                  Tiny Coercive
                  		  Part III
                                    By Reavan

The Pantry

	They comforted each other on the mattress, Sandra kissing
Olivia's tears away.

	"Oh Sandra, I feel so good now."

	"You don't feel the pain."

	"Not when you hug and kiss me; it's strange my cheeks are
burning but when you kiss me it goes away."

	"Well that what hugging does when you like the person you're
with."

	"Like, is not the word Sandra."

	"What word would you use then Olivia?" She hugged her mentor
tight and kissed her warmly.

	"Love," she whispered shyly, kissing her again.

	"You've only known me for a short time and I'm a woman. How do
you know?"

	"I don't care how long and I don't care if you're a man or a
woman. I love you." She buried her face in Sandra's neck.

	"Sandra, what did the madam mean by a man's `erect penis'?"

	"Oh, when a man is not aroused his penis is much smaller and
soft hanging down."

"What do you mean `not aroused'?"


	"A man becomes aroused when he thinks about a woman he wants or
sees her, particularly when naked or partly naked."Olivia raised
her head looking wide-eyed at Sandra.

	"You mean a woman makes his penis get stiff and stand out like
the wood pole?"

	"Well, not quite as hard as wood but hard enough to penetrate
your vagina." a myriad of related thoughts bombarded Olivia's
mind as Sandra reminded her they had work to do in the kitchen.


	Daily Sessions

	Ten days after Olivia's arrival they were in the drawing room
for their daily afternoon session with the madam. Like on most
other days they had prepared her bath first, heating water on the
stove and pouring it in the tub. Olivia had learned by watching
and doing how the madam should be washed. She had also been
taught how to perform a sensuous massage on the madam, always
before the sexual session.

	On Some days they had been caned after satisfying the madam and
other times just dismissed. Occasionally one or both would get
caned before they had sex with her, which made the madam reach a
climax in a very short time. On this day, after they both
massaged her, she asked for the cane and then ordered them to lie
on the floor on their sides performing mutual oral sex while she
watched.

The madam had no interest in her servants reaching a climax; she
demanded in her loud voice to see their bodies in the throes of
passionate and continuous lovemaking. She then used the cane on
their behinds to encourage a more spirited performance. As soon
as she felt that one reduced her efforts the cane lashed lightly
but still painfully across her globes. She shouted for them to
get their fingers groping and digging and their bodies twisting
and undulating wildly; ordering them to roll over on one side or
the other, even occasionally with Sandra's full weight on top of
Olivia. Despite being at times crushed and caned Olivia lost
count of her climaxes as her tongue explored Sandra's vagina and
her fingers dug into her flesh.

	This went on for what seemed like hours until they were covered
with sweat. Then suddenly they were ordered to stop. The madam
looked sharply at Olivia as she threw herself on the divan
spreading her thighs and then reached for Sandra. They burst into
action; Olivia lips to her madam's vagina, sucking and licking
vigorously while her fingers dug into her globes; Sandra lips to
her mouth and hands to her body, the two of them driving her to a
prolonged climax.

	After they caressed her for a few minutes, and waited, knowing
the mood she was in, for the inevitable caning. She ordered them
to slobber each others globes first; the spittle increasing the
pain even though she caned them less vigorously than usual.  She
alternated between the two behinds, giving them a combined ten
quick lashes. Then in a surprising departure from any other
caning, she didn't caress or kiss their sore globes or let them
soothe each other but made them stand with their backs to her,
hands on top of their heads, suffering tearfully. Olivia could
hear her madam breathe deeply almost gasping with pleasure as
they stood there in pain with no hands or lips soothing their
sore flesh.

	That was the second time they had been caned while making love
to each other.Two days earlier they had been caned, one at the
time while taking turns performing doggie position strap-on sex.
The madam didn't cane them in a severe manner while making love
but hard enough, along with her verbal outbursts to maximize the
performance she demanded.


The Pantry

	Back in the pantry they nursed two sore bottoms, hugging and
caressing each other.

	"Sandra do you think the madam feels her climax for a long time;
that's why she canes us after?"

	"You are very perceptive Olivia; yes, you just have to watch her
face. It'slike she's in a trance when she reaches  her climax and
the act of caning us prolongs it for her. She didn't even caress
our cheeks or let us do it, to soothe the pain; she must have
been in a very deep trance."

	"I'm trying to love her, like you said when she canes me but
it's not easy."

	"I took me a long time to learn Olivia."

	"Sandra...I wonder what's it like to be penetrated by a real
penis; you know when it's flesh and blood not wood?"

	"It's nice Olivia, really nice."


	"Oh Sandra," She sat up laughing and shaking her head. Your
fooling me, that`s not nice; you were never married." Sandra
turned over and reached for her tiny lover kissing her.

	"I do have sex with the master sweetie."

	"But...but how could that be you're not married to him...the
madam is?"

	"I'm a servant Olivia; a master has that right with his wench"
She kissed Olivia squeezing her tight.

"You mean being a servant is like being married?"
	"Sort of, it's an unwritten law from the dawn of time. Think of
the word master, what does it mean?"

"It means he's your boss and can tell you what to do... I
think...and that includes submitting to sex?"

 	"You just said it yourself; he can tell you what to do. How
could you refuse?"

	"Hem...do all masters make their servant girls have sex with
them?"
	
	"Well maybe not all but I think most of them do."

	"Is there a ceremony like in a wedding, Sandra?"

	"Kind of but not in a church; the master performs the ceremony
himself."
 	
	"So if he wants to do it to me; I have no choice about it?"

	"Of course not Olivia, he's your master."

	"He doesn't like me that way then; I'm not pretty enough?"

	"Why do you say that?"

	"He hasn't performed the ceremony."

"Why? Do you want him to?"

	"Well no...I mean maybe yes; I mean...I don't know what I want.
I just wonder what it would feel like; I mean...having a real
flesh and blood penis in there, instead of a finger or wooden
pole. No one will marry a midget, so unless the master...
well...you know...does it to me; I'll never know what it feels
like to have a husband."

	Sandra kissed her warmly and slid a hand between her thighs.
Olivia spread wide thrusting her pelvis to meet the finger,
moaning expectantly and then closed them tightly, cooing as the
finger penetrated. Oh Sandra that feels so good" She climaxed and
grasped Sandra's hand sucking on the wet finger. They relaxed for
a while as many thoughts flashed through Olivia's mind
	"Sandra, what is the ceremony like?"
	
	"That I'm not allowed to tell you; it's an intimate ritual when
a master takes a servant wife; the act itself is your personal
memory for life. No servant wench must ever know the details
ahead of time. If you did go through it, you couldn't even tell
me. "

	"That sounds mysterious Sandra. A real penis, is it bigger that
the big wooden carved rod and does it hurt?"

	"A little bigger and it does hurt the first few times because of
skin to skin friction but it's so nice when it's in there
throbbing."

	"Throbbing! Sandra, what do you mean?"

	"It just does when a man's really excited and jams it inside you
all the way;holding it there for a while; it throbs, then you
squeeze it with your vagina each time it does."

	"Squeeze...with your vagina? What do you mean?"
	
	"That takes practice I'll teach you sometime...if you need it."

	"Does the cream of life come out of the penis then?"

	"Yes but not in your vagina; you must be quick when he's ready
to ejaculate, to get his penis in your mouth and swallow it."

	"Swallow it! You mean in your mouth, eat...drink it down in your
stomach; why...why doesn't it go in... ejacu... what?"

	"Ejaculate, that's what it's called when the sperm comes out. If
it goes in your vagina you could get pregnant Olivia."

	"Oh, so only a legal wife can have the cream...sperm...in her
vagina, a servant-wife must...swallow! Why in the mouth Sandra,
couldn't it go on the bed?"

	"That just part of being a servant-wife Olivia; the sperm must
be taken into your body to make your master feel satisfied."

	"But...but how do you know when he is ready to...to ejacu...?"

	"Well, when he begins to groan, it takes a little practice to
know just when."

	"What does it taste like Sandra, bad?"

	"Just salty that's all; no real taste. I kind of like it."

	"What if you spill some?"

	"You lick it up wherever it is and apologize."

	"Does he get angry then?"

	"Not usually but I have been caned by the madam later on, if she
noticed; so I'm very careful when swallowing."

	"The madam is there when he does it to you?"

	"Yes of course she's his wife that's her bed too but she's
usually sleeping."

	"The master doesn't cane you?"

	"He gives me a few light hand-slaps sometimes but he's never
canes me; in this household only the madam does."

	"Do you think the master would do...you know...that to me?"

	"What? Have sex with you?"

	"Well yes just the one time, to see what it's like."

	"You would have to see the madam and ask her permission first."

	"Would she get angry and cane me?"

	"Maybe, that's a chance you take." Olivia hugged her mentor,
reflecting on her life and the real marriage that could never be.

	"Sandra when you were working for that cruel master he didn't do
it you. Did he?"

	"Why do you ask that?"

	"Well you can only get married once or is it different for a
servant wife?"

	"No, it's not a legal marriage so maybe you could serve more
than one master. Anyway my first master was into young boys,
that's why he didn't touch me."

	"Boys...what for, you don't mean?"

	"Yes Olivia, some men are like that. You do it with me and the
madam."

	"But...but how could that be, they don't have ...ooooh I see...
that is strange!"

	"How did you come to this house Sandra?"

	"The master bought me from my mill owner master."

	"But...but there's no slavery anymore, isn't that illegal."

	"They did it under the table, I think; all I know is one day I
was taken here."

	"Did the madam make you undress and cane you then...and...and
have licking sex?"

	"Well she made me undress and caned me but then she ordered me
to the master's bed and he performed the ceremony."

	"And you became his servant wife."

	"Of course Olivia, that's his privilege; I'm his servant."
	
	"You didn't have sex with the madam then?"

	"Not until the next day, many times that day; she wouldn't stop
until the master came home from the business."

	"Did you like it the first time? I mean female sex with the
madam?"

	"It wasn't my first time with a woman, I shared a sleeping space
with a girl in the Mill bunkhouse, we used to do it but it was my
first time with a man."

The Kitchen

	In the morning after the plug was inserted Olivia fell to her
knees again and waited, with her eyes on the floor.

	"Yes wench?" She looked up at her madam tears welling up in her
eyes.

	"Please, I...I know this will make my madam angry, I love
serving and making my madam feel good. I would like...to...to try
being a servant wife like Sandra...just...just one time." She
looked up at her madam, her body trembling, tears leaving
glistening trails on her cheeks. "I understand if you want to
cane me now; I'm, I'm very bad."

	"Well I am surprised but so far your body and teary responses to
the cane have provided me with pleasure. I will think about it."
She pointed at the cane and Olivia handed it to her, bending over
clasping her thighs waiting. The madam rested the cane on the
floor fitting it in between Olivia's cheeks, telling her to
clench them on it. She then took her time groping and hand
slapping her globes.

	"Relax now wench I'm removing the cane." Olivia took a deep
breath and then cried out as the cane seared into both cheeks.
Tears of pain mixed with the emotional tears already there. She
waited as usual, never knowing how many she would get before
ordered back to her chores. With an eternity between each, and
the cane returning to be clenched between each, it lashed across
her cheeks three more times before she was ordered to stand.

	"Thank...Thank you...you madam...oooh," she stammered through
her tears facing the madam, curtsying and bowing deeply.

	"You may caress your own cheeks wench," Olivia gasped, taking a
deep breath in relief and caressed her burning flesh. The madam
clasped her face kissing and licking her salty cheeks and then
tongued her passionately. Olivia stopped soothing her pain to
embrace her madam; gingerly and carefully fondling her body. Her
madam moaned and then suddenly wrestled Olivia down on the floor;
flinging herself on top in the opposite direction, groaning and
sucking her lips ferociously into her vagina, while digging her
fingernails into her cheeks. Olivia responded quickly, attempting
to match her madam's fiery passion; she climaxed several times
before her madam moaned her satisfaction. She then kissed and
caressed her gently until she got up and ordered her to retrieve
the cane.

	This time she was ordered to lick half the canes length before
handing the dry end over. She assumed the position and was caned
three times; before being handed the cane for the wall. The madam
did not caress Olivia's cheeks and left the kitchen abruptly

	"She angry now, she won't ask her husband to do it to me will
she?" Sandra lifted her to stand on a chair caressing and kissing
her burning globes.

	"You don't know that Olivia, but there's no way to tell with the
madam."

	"She has never done that before setting the cane between my
cheeks like that and making it wet?"

	"Our madam has many ways of demonstrating her power over us
sweetie. You should know by now that no two days are ever the
same."

	The following morning when the madam entered, Olivia curtsied as
usual and then fell to her knees asking for the plug. The madam
inserted the plugs in her servants and then ordered Olivia to
stand.

	"My husband was very surprised by your request but he might be
willing to try you out as a servant wife. You will need training
to even come close to the skills Sandra has, in order for him to
received pleasure from such an act. She will be preparing you for
the next few days. That will include you being present when she
serves him, to watch and learn. My husband will then be able to
look your naked body over while posing and then decide if your
body and looks suits him. If he decided to go ahead with a trail
ceremony you must commit body and soul, without reservation to
his every desire, proving you're worthy ofbeing his servant-wife;
it is not easy for an inexperienced young wench to satisfy a
mature man.

	I will of course still use your body for my own pleasure as
usual and I'll expect you to perform with extra diligence or the
ceremony with your master will never happen. You must understand
that going through the ceremony does not make you a servant-wife,
unless your performance is acceptable to his needs.
	After it's over he will let you know. If he's satisfied you will
then be his number two servant-wife. If he does not find you
suitable and even though I'm satisfied, you could be going back
to the village.

	The union is binding and permanent; that means you will never
have the right to leave this house or refuse to serve your master
with your body, do you understand?"

	"Yes madam I understand."

	"Good, if and when my husband feels you're ready for a trail
ceremony,you'll be told."

Two Bells

	"Let your hair down Olivia."

	"But Sandra the master just rang for you?" She undid the bun and
let her long hair down. Sandra then fitted the blindfold on her
and took her hand.

	"You are coming with me tonight; you will experience sounds that
you have never heard before and you will be given orders for
posing. Other than that you will remain silent. You future
depends on it, understand?"

	"Yes Sandra I'll do exactly as I'm told. They walked into the
foyer and Sandra picked her up carrying her up the stairs. She
put her down and the master's voice ordered them both to pose.
After a while the master spoke again;

	"I'm ready Sandra."

	"Yes master." Olivia continued posing while listening to the
sounds of loud kissing and then sucking slurping noises, heavy
breathing and groaning first from Sandra followed by the deep
male voice. Then she heard Sandra licking and slurping what had
to be the cream of life.

	After a while she heard the sound of a cloth being dipped in
water and something being washed. Finally Sandra thanked the
master for letting her serve him after which they were both
dismissed.

	Olivia was shaking while Sandra carried her down the stairs.
"Did he like my body Sandra please tell me? I'm so nervous."

	"Well he looked you over and I think he was pleased." She put
her down in the foyer and took off her blindfold before walking
to the pantry.

	"Are you sure, I mean you know the master?"

	"We'll know tomorrow when the bell sounds."

More than Two Bells
	
	The following evening after a nervous day for Olivia; when the
bell finally rang, she held her breath after two and gasped in
relief at the third and fourth. That night and the following two
Olivia posed next to the master's bed without the blindfold,
while watching Sandra satisfying him. She watched in amazement as
his soft penis grew and grew becoming stiff when Sandra fondled,
kissed and sucked it. She also fondled and sometime kissed that
strange looking bag under the penis. With each day she became
more fascinated by this flesh and blood object that was soon to
enter her vagina. She marvelled at the knob; watching it swell as
it emerged when the skin was pushed back and the way it glistened
after Sandra sucked on it. She became completely fixated by, what
was to her a magical transformation. The top of the bed was
shadowed by furniture so she could never tell if he was watching
her body as she went through all her poses.

	She watched as Sandra got on top of him using one hand to guide
the penis into her vagina and then lie still for a while only her
cheeks and thighs contracting rapidly. She knew then that she was
squeezing the throbbing penis. Then she would start bouncing up
and down faster and faster until the master began to groan
loudly, at a certain point she would then very quickly move down
and shake his penis rapidly while fondling the bag; her mouth
wide open to catch the cream as it squirted out. She would
squeeze it hard after the first squirt and then release it and
swallow a second. Some of the third squirt would spray on her
face which she then licked off while looking at her master.
Everything went lightening fast and she was worried she wouldn't
be able to do that part. What if she couldn't swallow all that
cream or spilled most of it?  Maybe he would forgive her as long
as she apologized and swallowed as much as she could.

	 On the fourth day she was ordered to stand at the foot of the
bed where she could watch the master's penis moving in and out of
Sandra's vagina as she bounced her large behind up and down.

	Every night when they were done she followed them into the next
room where Sandra washed his penis at the wash stand and then
dried the now shrinking penis, pulling the skin back over the
mushroom. Finally he would go back to bed where Sandra covered
him up. He then dismissed them after which they curtsied and
thanked him; turning out the oil lamp before leaving for their
pantry.


Four Bells


	The fifth night Sandra took extra care to bathe Olivia in the
small sit-up tub in the pantry where they usually bathed the
madam after lunch. After washing her she lifter her out and stood
her on the milking stool to dry her.

	"Sandra when the bell rings it will be for my ceremony, won't
it?"

	"Why do you say that sweetie?"

	"You washed me with extra care; I can feel it in my bones."
Sandra kissed her and rubbed her down with the towel. Then the
bell rang four times. "That's for me isn't it?"

	"Well that's actually both of us; three bells would be you.
Let's go." She took her hand as they walked to the foyer where
she picked her up like a baby. Olivia cradled her neck, kissing
her as she started up the stairs.

	"I'm so nervous Sandra, what if he doesn't like doing it to me?"

	"You have nothing to worry about Olivia; trust me I know our
master." She reached the top of the stairs and kissed her
passionately before entering the master's bedroom. "Just give
yourself totally to his every wish, as you do with me and the
madam; that's all there is to it, nothing else." She walked into
the bedroom and set her down. They both curtsied and the master
dismissed Sandra, who curtsied again and left, quietly closing
the door behind her.

	Olivia began her poses, breathing erratically as he watched her.
The madam on the far side of the bed had her back turned and was
probably asleep as usual. He watched her for a short time and
then sat up on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to
approach.

	She walked to him and stepped up on a low stool between his
knees, nervously waiting for him to touch her. She trembled as he
motioned her to turn around and then guided her hands to the top
of her head. His fingers then touched her just below the armpits
sending shock waves throughout her body. Then very slowly both
hands travelled down, tracing her body shape to her waist, over
her hips and down her thighs to her knees.

	She stopped trembling; his hands were unbelievably soft and
gentle barely touching yet magically stirring bumble-bees under
her skin. She had expected his hands to be rough like the gritty
hands of the mill and forest workers at her father's funeral.
There was none of the madam's explosive passion, no fingers
digging deep into her flesh; just magical bees buzzing; even
gentler than her beloved Sandra.His hands retraced their journey
to her armpits and then down, this time clasping her waist,
holding it, gently squeezing, resting the bees, while twisting
her body one way and the other.

	Moving lightly again, waking the bees, clasping and stopping the
bees in short steps over her hips, her thighs, stirring the bees
when moving until reaching her knees.

	He moved up again, clasping the soft flesh on the back of her
thighs, stopping the buzz; moving again with the buzz, clasping
and no bees; until his fingers grasped her cheeks; squeezing them
together; rotating them one way and the other; spreading her
crack wide; squeezing it together; rotating again, repeating it
over and over again. All done with that same tender feel,
continuing that bumble bee buzz. He licked and kissed both cheeks
softly, then pushed gently on the small of her back; she bend
over and without being told, spread her feet on the stool as he
spread her cheeks and then did nothing for a while. She had been
terrified that first day when she knew the madam was looking at
that her most intimate area of her body; that had then been
followed by the cane. What was he doing, checking her vagina in
preparation for penetration? Was that part of the ceremony?

	He made her step off the stool and turn to face him, taking her
one hand he held it to his lips, gently sucking each finger and
then kissing her palm, licking and kissing the soft underside of
her forearm, then the plump upper arm and over the shoulder to
her neck. She gasped as he continued to kiss her neck, nibbling
on her one earlobe, then the other; moving down across her other
shoulder, down her arm kissing and licking his way to her
fingers.

	After sucking the last finger he picked her up and set her next
to him on the bed, gently leaning her back until she was lying
with her rear end near the edge. He dropped to his knees and
proceeded to lick and kiss the toes of one foot, then the other.
She was amazed, being tongued, almost washed all over; being
tasted like sugar candy; licking kissing and sucking her skin;
she wondered how much of her body he would cover. He licked her
feet all around, one foot and then the other; then after making
her grasp her ankles pulling her legs wide, he did her  calves;
the back and inside of her thighs, sucking, lightly chewing,
licking and kissing.

	The bees now swarmed permanently all through her body, making
her tremble with pleasure, not fear; the feeling intensifying as
his lips closed on her crotch. She jerked as his side whiskers
brushed against her clit.. She jolted, shrieked and climaxed
instantly, loosing hold of her legs instinctively wrapping them
around his head, as he kissed her clit and then slurped his way
down to her anus; twirling his tongue, licking, kissing making
her climax again; so intensely she squealed while pounding her
heels into his back again and again. He then sucked back to her
vagina, his tongue locating the hole, licking her insides.

	She climaxed repeatedly, wondering why she hadn't seen Sandra
get this kind of treatment. Was he examining her body before
penetration? Was this part of the secret ceremony? The madam
always watched her for a long time before using her. Sandra said
it warmed her up for sex; the master didn't watch her pose for
long but he was feeling and indeed tongue washing her body
everywhere, even performing licking sex; making those wonderful
bees buzz, buzz and buzz.

	Maybe it was necessary for him to warm up with a new servant?
After all, she was the one requesting the ceremony; the madam had
said he was surprised she wanted to serve him. He already had
Sandra; why would he need two servant wives? She could hear him
breathe deeply now, like the madam did when she was almost ready.
it made her feel better, he had found her body acceptable then;
now if she could only remember everything Sandra had
demonstrated, swallowing the cream so he wouldn't be angry with
her.

	He stopped licking and sat down on the bed, lifting her onto his
lap. He kissed her passionately. She moaned, responding with her
tongue; the moment coming closer she began to tremble from the
fear of not being able to do it right. He palmed one cheek of her
behind and fondled her breasts; tracing their shapes like he had
done her body shape, stirring the bees again, especially near the
nipples.

	Stopping kissing her he watched his own fingers, feeling
probing, gently squeezing and then tapping her breasts to watch
them bounce. She watched his hand and then smiled up at him,
thrilled with his patience and apparent spellbound fascination
with her breasts. She began to expanded and heave her chest,
eagerly presenting each by turning her body slightly each time
his hand moved from one to the other; delivering and holding it
there for his hand while smiling up at him, her mouth wide open,
licking her lips, breathing with deep satisfied passion.

	She churned slowly on his lap as the swarm now buzzed in her
lower body. She scrunched and squirmed her crotch squeezing her
thighs together, desperately awaiting penetration. He'd made her
hot all over except deep inside that orifice aching to be filled.


	She cautiously ran her fingers through his chest and stomach
hair, trying to divert her own attention, surprised by the amount
of hair on a man's body. His penis was hardening, rising between
her thighs as she spread and closed them squeezing it, moaned
expectantly.

	She thought of her imaginary prince, only a mirage, an illusive
image; effeminately handsome with large dreamy eyes; cleanly
shaven and no body hair; having no physical presence, his penis
real but only a ladle handle. But her master was real, a real
breathing man and he was hopefully going to penetrate her shortly
as if she was a legal wife. She made-believe she was that real
wife; her madam she thought now, probably did not have sex with
him. Sandra was black and could not be a white man's wife. Her
penetration would be a ritual wedding, turning her servant
status, in her mind to that of a wife.

	He lifted her down on the floor, palming her shoulders, making
the bees buzz there as she was gently lowered to her knees.
Sandra did that sometimes before being penetrated; so this was
it, just a little titillation and then penetration.

Finally that long awaited moment, she reached for her `flesh and
blood' penis; finding it so much larger than she'd imagined when
watching Sandra from a distance and much thicker than the wood
strap-on. She held that magic object with both hands squeezing
and bending it; staring, totally mesmerized by its purpose and
how a woman could mysteriously make it erect and have it release
the juice of life inside her vagina if a legal wife or in the
mouth if a servant wife.

	She stroked it as Sandra had shown her, opening her mouth wide,
looking up at her master gasping with excitement, before kissing
the covered head; girdling it with her tongue then choking when
attempting to swallow the entire shaft, as she had been
unnecessarily advised by Sandra. She reached as Sandra did for
the bag with both hands, fingering it carefully, curiously
surprised by the soft roundish objects inside it. She grasped the
shaft again, her tiny hand spanning only just over half its girth
and began frigging, sucking and blowing, while anxiously watching
her master's reaction.

	It didn't get hard and she was unable to push back the foreskin
with her lips, as Sandra did. She began to tremble in
frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. Peering up she saw his
eyes half closed, and his face showing no emotion. Desperate for
inspiration, without knowing why, she grasped the bag again
moving her face over it as if using a washcloth; then doing the
same with his penis and then the bag again; repeating that over
and over while sobbing nervously.

	He couldn't believe his luck picking out this little goddess; a
multi orgasmic nymph, bisexual to booth; the find of a life time;
just a chance meeting in an isolated village.  Now he was beside
himself with lust, having waited impatiently for three weeks,
while his nubile little servant was being manipulated by his
females to beg for his favours. He hadn't been this turned on
since, he as a teenager had coerced his parent's black house
slave twice his age in the hayloft

	He tried to think of his lesbian wife, watching or sleeping next
to them, to contain his lust. But the sudden departure from any
technique in his experience by this innocent teary-eyed doll, was
more than any man could resist. His manhood stiffened to the
bursting point, even pulling back his foreskin half way without
her help.Olivia sighed loudly in relief, smacking her lips on the
bloated red mushroom, pushing the foreskin over the ridge with
her lips; then swallowing as much as she could without choking;
she palmed his bag and frigged the shaft.

	He had wanted to break her in and then ejaculate in her mouth
later but the excitement of her innocent fumbling attempt to
please him, her tears, her awkward performance was too much. He
blew his load in one powerful volley, filling her mouth, choking
her completely. She coughed and sputtered as gobs of semen poured
out of her mouth while more splashed on her face, spilling on her
breasts, stomach and thighs.

	She had watched Sandra breaking his load in three parts and
swallowing nearly every drop. Having failed completely, she
sucked in what she could and then licked around her lips,
scraping gobs with her fingers and slurping it off. Trembling
with fear she swallowed his member again sucking desperately on
what was left in the shaft. She then used both hands to scoop
gobs of cream of her breast, stomach and thighs, then licking and
swallowing of her hands and fingers; intermittently peering up at
him with a desperate apologetic look, tears streaming down her
angelic face.

	"I'm very sorry master; please forgive me, please?"

	He wanted to hug her and tell her how much he was turned on by
her amateurish performance; tell her that he knew her little
mouth could never hold his load completely; tell her how
beautiful she was; how turned on he was by her youth; tell her
how incredible her soft curvaceous body was and that it was the
most exciting sex act he'd ever experienced. He resisted the
temptation, saving her desperate attempts to please him for
another session and did not answer her plea.

	After letting her lick up as much as she could he got up and
walked into the next room, casually motioning her to follow.
Standing by the basin, she washed his penis and bag as she'd seen
Sandra do. After drying him she fumbled with both hands for a
while and finally succeeded in pulling the foreskin back over the
mushroom. He then pointed at the drying streaks of cream on her
body and motioned her to wash herself. She hurried, trembling
nervously, as he returned to bed. When finished she walked in the
bedroom and stood facing him, waiting.

	His eyes were closed. Not knowing what to do and not having been
dismissed, she remained in the number one pose with her hands
behind her neck, breathing nervously. She suddenly realized a
strange taste in her mouth; the semen, in her nervous excitement
the taste had not registered while she attempted swallowed it.
Sandra had said she kind of liked it; it was just salty and kind
of sticky, she licked her teeth trying to taste the flavour but
she wasn't sure now.

	After a long time he began to watch her, with a sleepy uncaring
expression. She began to go through all the poses over and over
again with no reaction. Finally he stood up and motioned her to
suck him standing. She eagerly worked on his soft penis, managing
with her wash-cloth technique, to get it hard in a short time. He
then lifted her to stand on the bed and proceeded to fondle and
kiss her, gently probing the insides of her vagina several times.
Finally, he pushed her down very gently on the bed and spread her
legs wide with his hands.

	She trembled with anticipation tempered by fear, and began to
rock her pelvis while twisting her upper body offering her body
for his pleasure. She had never seen Sandra do this; she always
crawled on top of him to be penetrated and she thought the master
just wanted to enjoy her body in pose number one,lying down.

	He got on top of her, fitting his penis tight to her orifice
without penetrating. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as the
bees began swarming in her vagina.Closing her eyes she tried to
relax, while the bees buzzed all through her body. Finally a
penis was to enter her in this strange position, without her
being really married. Maybe masters did it on top for the
ceremony; as a reminder of her low social status. She opened her
eyes, looking up at the huge man, as his knob pressed harder into
her orifice, while he held most of his weight on his elbows.
taking a deep breath, she spread her thighs wider and smiled up
obediently at her master.

	She wrapped her legs firmly around him while an inside voice
said: `please perform the wedding ceremony master'. He rammed the
knob through the orifice,stopping the buzzing, holding it there
for a moment. She let out a loud shriek, closing her eyes, more
from the sweet excitement of the moment, of this...her...wedding
ceremony, than actual pain. She then looked up him again with an
angelic `I love and belong to you smile, as he slowly inched it
deeper until she felt his bag touching her perineum. He held it
there throbbing, giving her the sense that it filled her body
completely; as thousands of bumble bees hummed throughout her
body.

	She reached up cradling his neck, trying unsuccessfully to
squeeze her vagina on his penis. She parted her lips as her
inside voice repeated: 'I do, I do, I do'. He kissed her warmly
as she closed her eyes, feeling she was in heaven with a real
throbbing penis inside her body, not her handsome prince and a
wooden ladle handle substituting for the penis but her madam's
legal husband; she was now hopefully a servant wife, his servant
wife. She wanted to serve this big muscular bear of a man,
reminding her of those rugged forest workers in her village.

	He began stroking her, very gently while watching her face for
any discomfort. A female tenderly pleasured was a thankful
female, who would willingly and sincerely return to his bed.
Despite feeling pain she climaxed again and again with swarms of
bumble bees buzzing everywhere. Before long he began to groan and
rolled of her.

	She quickly moved to swallow his mushroom just in time to choke
on the load, coughing and spewing some on his body but she
managed to squeeze the shaft with both hands giving her time to
swallow what was in her mouth. She then released her grip and the
remainder exploded into her mouth, choking her again. She cupped
her mouth with both hands catching most of it while gulping
desperately and then slurped up and downed what was in her palms.
Having licked them clean she grasped his shaft with both hands at
the root, like she'd seen Sandra do with one hand, squeezing and
pulling sucking out the remainder making swallowing motions. She
then whispered, sorry master and began to suck up what had
spilled on his hairy stomach, while he laid back breathing
deeply; shifting his body to accommodate her tongue; sated,
relishing the devoted effort of this angelic subservient addition
to his household staff.

	This time she consciously tasted the semen; it was, salty and
sticky but she told herself in her overjoyed state of mind that
it was delicious. When she was done he pointed at the floor next
to the bed. She got up and waited as he lay there with his eyes
closed. Finally he opened them looking at her with a satisfied
smile and reached for her hand. He squeezed it with both hands
and then kissed it like a knight kissing a lady. "I have accepted
you as my servant wife. You may clean me up now in bed." He let
go of her hand as she nearly fainted with relief and feeling her
knees buckle, dropped to her knees.

	She was not going back to the village. There would be two, three
or four bells from now on at nights. She held her hands in the
praying position keeping eye contact smiling thankfully at her
husband. "Thank you master; thank you," she wanted to say more
but her head was spinning as her heart pounded wildly; she had
been accepted, despite choking on the cream; her body was good
enough, she was good enough. He smiled back at her almost in
disbelief at her subservient reaction as she staggered to her
feet and stood for a moment regaining her composure.

	The madam was snoring as she retrieved a wet cloth and towel
from the next room and proceeded to wash and dry her master's
genitals; the man she now belonged to, her man, her husband; the
man's who had made her a woman; a married woman even though the
cream was for the most part swallowed and not in her vagina; yet
still where it should be, inside her body. The wedding ceremony
was complete; she was on her honeymoon. After putting the wash
cloth away in the other room she returned to his bedside and
waited.

	"You are dismissed, Olivia." He spoke quietly without opening
his eyes, using her name for the first time; she was now no
longer just a wench.

	"Thank you master for accepting me, thank you master for letting
me serve;" She curtsied elated with her new status, as she gazed
with devoted eyes on her man; his face glowing with
gratification, fingers intertwined on his chest, breathing
deeply. He was a picture of tranquility and she was responsible:
her hands, her lips, her breasts, her vagina, her  body had
succeeded in satisfying her master, as a proper wife should. She
watched him for a moment, wiping an emotional tear of joy; then
after covering him up she put out the lamp, curtsied in the dark
and then very quietly closed the door.

	With her head spinning in a dizzying state of joy, she covered
her eyes with both hands choking down the tears and then
spreading her arms soared like a bird, curtsied again, unseen in
the dark, bowing nearly to the floor, in deference to her new
status: Olivia, servant wife.

	She rose, slowly lowering her wings and mentally landed. Raising
her wings again she flew very slowly to the landing, into the
moonlight created by a full moon in the night sky. She was
startled for a moment, catching her profile in a floor length
mirror and lowered her wings. Her breasts, rare the madam had
said and fascinated the master as he fondled them. Her behind
much too large she's always thought, the madam and the master
almost mesmerised groping and fondling it, though also the center
of pain she was slowly trying to love.

	She faced the mirror assuming the stance demanded. She had
always been told her face was pretty, now her entire body was
beautiful, very beautiful. She smiled at herself and felt her
`rare' breasts, careful not to hide the nipples; she held her
`waspy waist' and caressed her `curvaceous hips' and then
fingered the thigh creases catching a few curls. She stroked her
shapely thighs, 'thick sculptured' the madam had said; a subject
of ridicule in the village because of the way she walked. No one
laughed at her now; she was appreciated and loved for her beauty
like only the prince of her dreams had done in the past.


	The moon light flooding through a hallway window illuminated the
landing and some steps with a misty glow; casting weird shadows
off the banister and spindles the way only `her' moon knew how.
Any other time such a setting would have been a ghostly nightmare
but tonight, a good omen, a fairytale setting celebrating her
wedded status. Her feet kissed each step at a dreamy slow pace,
befitting the beautiful new lady of the house. Before every kiss,
as her knee flexed to the limit, and an opposite tiny foot, toed
for the tread; her groin stretched wide, revisiting the
tenderness in her vagina; a satisfying reminder of its flesh and
blood cause, her badge of honor.

	Reaching the dark foyer; she felt her way to and through that
long hallway, so scary three weeks ago, when she bashfully
avoided her madam's rolling cheeks; into the moonlit kitchen,
home to an indoor pump and servants' bells and where licking sex
became indelibly tongued into her memory.

       Then at last her safe haven, the pitch-dark pantry, where she'd
been coerced naked, caned and groped, that first terrifying day;
but now, reborn in a new life and just married, she cuddled up in
the arms of her mentor-lover, cooing and warmly kissing her
Sandra, her now sister-servant-wife.

The End

Reavan
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