2 comments/ 31982 views/ 1 favorites Dutiful Pleasures and Displeasures By: mummys dirty angel "Where is your Mistress?" Reluctant to give him any information I stood there in silence. "Tell me young lady?" Master snapped his long brown leather belt between his hands. The piercing crack sent shivers coursing through me. "It bothers me greatly that you protect her. Just why do you do it?" I swallowed hard between my heavy breaths. A loud snap of the belt close to my ear startled me, causing me to break my silence with a gasp. His fingers grabbed my hair and he roughly turned my head to face him. "Go to the desk, lift your skirt and tuck it into the waistband." He released my hair and I slowly walked to the large sturdy table that sat in the window overlooking the green lawns of the estate. I lifted my skirt and gathered it loosely, tucking it into the waist. Outside I could see the darkening clouds building behind the green hills in the distance. "Lower your knickers young lady and spread your legs." I fumbled with the thin material of my pure white knickers and shakily edged them down my thighs, over my knees and finally set them down at my ankles. A swipe of the belt cut through the air alongside my head causing my spirally curls to tickle my ear. The end of the belt landed on the desk with a resounding smack. "Now bend over!" I lowered myself across the desk and stretched my arms to the edge. I cringed as his cold hands rubbed on my bare cheeks. I looked up at the threatening clouds that gathered over the faint hills, now sprinkled with distant rain. "You will stay in this position until I return." His footsteps faded and he slammed the door then turned the key. For him, this time alone for me was so that I could reflect on my silent behaviour. But for me, it was a time to remember just why the silence continues. I was fifteen years old and worked on my fathers market stall selling coloured silk scarves with shiny coloured sequins adorning them. I had no idea who she was, and being fifteen, did I really care? To me, she was just another one of my father's customers. I remembered staring at her intently as she spoke to him. She smiled continuously as soft words floated from her perfect lips. From that first smile she stirred something in me that I had never felt before. Her sea green eyes twinkled after every blink and when the gentle breeze whispered around her hair in the summer sun you could see red and gold tones in many a strand. My upbringing was strict and I was only permitted to have friends in school and they were few and far between. As soon as my learning day was over and my chores were completed at home, I retreated to my room and continued with my studies. As I was forbidden to mix with others at weekends I helped my father on the market stall. Each school holiday was the same, everyday on the stall, travelling with him to different towns. When I returned to school my friends would boast about shopping and parties. I curiously listened when they talked about boys and other riskier subjects. They would talk about the moist forbidden place between their thighs and the way they felt when they touched that cute little button that seemed to explode as they feverishly explored it. They told of how their private regions had got wet, how their breathing changed and how their stomachs felt all light and fluttery when they touched it. These were feelings that I had never experienced before and my own special place had never been touched in a sexual way by anyone, even me. And back then on that day, standing in front of her, her beauty, her smile and her laughter made my stomach flutter and my special place pulse and throb. That first night I had gone back to my room and found that cute little button. I felt the wetness around my fingers as they skirted around it. I found it swelling and hardening with every touch. Soft mewls turned to excitable whimpers that progressed into moans. Then I felt it, the explosion that my friends had said they felt, coinciding with a blinding flash in my closed eyes. I recovered slowly after that first orgasm, shaking and sweating until it all finally subsided leaving me contented and satisfied. As the months passed she began to talk to me. She would say 'how are you?' or 'hello'. Each time I talked to her I felt elated that she gave me just a little of her attention and when she walked away my world sank back into its mundane routine. By the time I had turned sixteen I was more comfortable around her. Turning another year older meant a little freedom in the evenings. I was allowed to attend a few parties and go shopping occasionally with my friends. When she stopped and talked to me I could always find something to say about my weekend and what I got up to. My father began to answer my questions about her, like who she was and where she was from. I felt my heart sink into my stomach when he told me she was married. She never wore a ring on her finger and I assumed that there was no man in her life. Despite me knowing she had a husband it didn't stop me exploring myself. I saved my pleasure for just that one day a month. On the last day of the market season in our town, I hoped and prayed she would come to me. I was kneeling on the ground trying to find a particular colour of a scarf that a regular customer had requested. I looked up to my father to tell him that the colour wasn't in that batch and there she was, looking directly at me. She held my stare, her emerald eyes burned into me. I attempted to get up from the cold ground and her voice sternly told me to stay. I did as she requested and was rewarded with an expression on her face that I had never seen before. She grinned at me with a look of approval. Her delicate hand confidently handed me a small ivory coloured card that had an elegantly printed address on it. She told me to be there the following day. She then told me to stand and again gave me that look of approval with a hint of a smile. Again, that night, without fail, I pleasured myself. The following morning as I approached the front door to leave my house, my father called to me. He passed me a small suitcase and told me to give it to the Lady of the Manor. I assumed it contained a bundle of silk scarves that she loved to collect. I kissed my father goodbye and made my way to the address written on the card. From then on my life and future belonged to her and her husband. I became her personal maid. I undressed and clothed her, bathed and dried her and washed her clothes. I prepared her for evenings out and important functions. They were my pleasures. I knelt when requested and spoke when I had permission to speak. I was also mildly punished by her at times for my mistakes. She sent me to the corner with my knickers at my ankles or she would deny me orgasms when I masturbated. She of course controlled my orgasms. That was a condition from the first day. I was to only masturbate with her in the room. She would tell me to lie on her bed and she would sit beside me, holding my hand in hers. With my other hand I explored my body, my breasts, my neck, my stomach...everywhere. I was forbidden to speak at those times. She would talk softly to me, telling me how beautiful I was and told me how I pleased her. When my gasps and breaths told her how close I was to my release she would grant me permission to let go and within seconds I would be screaming and writhing on her bed with her hand still holding mine. I treasured those moments and the closeness we shared. I longed for her attention. An occasional touch to my arm or my cheek would stir something so intense and deep within me. If only she knew what I truly felt. Her husband, or Master as I was told to call him was older than her. He was nice and polite at first, but I soon learnt that he had a dark streak to his nature that she never told me about. He was born into a wealthy family whose generations had spawned men with a roving eye. His infidelities went unnoticed, unlike my Mistress'. Their relationship was different to others'. She had her own bedroom and only slept in the large bedroom with him when he requested it. I found that odd at first, but soon got used to it, especially when she requested me to sleep at the foot of her bed sometimes. And now, here I am, waiting for another punishment. The creaking of the door interrupts my recollections. The carriage clock on the mantelpiece telling me I'd been alone with my thoughts for nearly forty minutes. Master walked to me, his hand again rubbing my bottom. "I think I left you alone long enough don't you?" I slowly nodded my head, not wanting to speak to him. His fingers moved lower down the curve of my cheek. He ran them along the crease where my buttock meets my thigh. He traced the outline of my legs, from my inner thigh down to my ankle and all the way back up. I was confused. He'd never done that before. He usually came in and gave me my punishment and then left me to recover. I lowered my head to the desk and tightly closed my eyes. His fingers ran down the crevice between my cheeks and they continued their journey between my thighs. I jumped as they stroked my special place. No one other than myself had touched me there. He tugged on my hair, lifting my head from the desk. His breath fell heavy on my ear. "Does the little maid like that?" I shook my head. "Answer me." My silence broke. My words stumbled out. "No, no Master... please don't touch me there." "So its true what my unfaithful wife tells me. You are untouched." "Yes Master." I sobbed. He pushed my head onto the desk and removed his hands from my body. I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away from me. Moments later the loud crack of his belt smacked down hard onto the desk and I sensed in a split second that this punishment was going to be different. "I hope she appreciates your loyalty young lady." He swung the leather belt and the intense sting cut to my core, ripping over my bottom. I tightly gripped onto the rough edge of the desk causing my knuckles to turn a creamy white shade. Again the belt snapped onto my cheeks, the cracking sound echoing throughout my room alongside my gasps and cries. I sobbed openly, my tears falling one after the other and landing in a puddle beneath me. Another crack of the belt and I screamed, throwing my head back and feeling the desk cut into my fingers. The intense pain of the strike shot across my upper thighs while the tip of the belt curled around my leg and kissed a deadly sting on my soft inner thigh. I was panting and crying. My legs were shaking and buckling but no way on earth was I going so break my resolve. Again he struck me, across the back of the knees. Higher he went, another stinging crack on my thighs. He was relentless. No sooner had the belt crashed onto my bruised skin he was pulling back for another and another. There was silence for a few seconds, no sound from him or any movement. All I could hear were my sobs and whimpers. Dare I look behind me? I relaxed my sore hands and upturned my palms. They were cut, small indentations with tiny blood veined lines seeped along each one. I still couldn't tell if he was still there. I attempted to lift myself up on my elbows. A cold chill ran through me as I heard his voice. "Did I tell you to move?" I clenched my bottom as his hands drifted over each welt. His fingers traced over the vicious bruises. "I think you could take a few more for your Mistress' behaviour. She's been very bad lately hasn't she?" I still wouldn't break my loyalty to her, no matter how many swipes of his belt he dealt out to me. My sore fingers tentatively gripped onto the edge of the desk, preparing myself for another assault. I lowered my cheek into the puddle of my salty tears. Seconds passed and, CRACK! I screamed and held the table tighter. The belt caught me on the crease between buttock and thigh. It stung like never before. I arched up, still gripping the desk. Again, CRACK, exactly the same place. The stinging pain was so intense. It burnt. Searing heat wormed its way through my layers, shredding through to reach me inside. I collapsed on the table, breathing hard, gasping and crying. My legs barely held me up and I was slowly falling. He came up close behind me, pressing up against my tortured body. He pushed my head onto the top of the desk and his hands grasped onto the collar of my blouse. With one almighty rip he tore it away from me, nearly choking me in the process. He growled into my ear. "Are you ready for the final one little maid?" He stepped away from me and I shivered as the cool air lingered over my back. "Hold on for your life young lady!" I regained a little composure and hesitantly clenched my injured hands over the edge. SMACK! The belt landed diagonally over my back. I screamed and held onto the desk. Droplets of blood squeezed out of my clench fists. It oozed from between my fingers and helplessly dropped onto the wooden floor. My breathing was ragged and hard and my legs finally gave out. They couldn't withstand anymore. In slow motion I slumped to the floor, bruised and battered with a beast of a man looming over me. I was beaten, not just physically, mentally as well. Through stinging and watery eyes I saw him unzip his trousers. They fell to the floor closely followed by his pants. His cock was hard and he began to gently stroke himself. He was standing right over me, looking down on me as if I was nothing. "This is what little maids get when they disobey!" His strokes on his cock became faster and faster, his hips began to ride back and forth. He dropped to his knees and now his cock was by my face. "Open your mouth and keep those eyes open!" I had no resistance to fight back. The tip of his cock kept tapping my nose and cheek as he masturbated over me. His clenched fist pumped to and fro, banging onto my face. It continuously pounded my cheekbone, it ached and I wondered if it would bruise. I looked up to his face, contorting and straining and getting redder by the second. He began to grunt, louder and louder. With a final jerk of his hips I felt his warm gooey cum spray onto my face. It crept into my nostrils and dripped into my mouth, hitting my taste buds before sliding down my throat. It coated my skin, covered my eyes and dripped from my ears. He casually lifted his pants and trousers and told me to stay. With a swish of his belt cutting through the air in my direction he left my room, leaving the door wide open. As soon as he left I burst into tears. I gathered my shirt in my cut hands and wiped the semi dry cum off my face. The tears flowed continuously and painfully I rolled into the foetal position. I shook, from the shock, the pain and now the coldness. Time had passed, although for how long I didn't know. My room was sparsely lit and it was dark outside. The light from the dimly lit staircase filtered in and standing in a silhouette in the doorway stood a petite figure. "Mistress, please..." I sobbed, painfully calling out to her. She rushed over to me. "My god, what did he do to you?" Before I could answer she had risen and turned on the light. My eyes closed then reopened adjusting to the brightness. "Jesus...why, why did he do this?" Her eyes wandered over my body, the crimson diagonal stripe catching her gaze. Her eyes welled with tears as her fingers peeled away the sticky hair from my face that still had remnants from his cum dried on it. She went to hold my hand and I pulled it back sharply. She grabbed my wrist and told me to show her. I slowly opened my palm. Small rivers of dried blood had settled over numerous small cuts. "We need to get those clean." "I can't move Mistress, it hurts too much. Please stay here." My voice was full of need and desperation. I wanted her to hold me, wanted to feel those delicate arms around me. It was the only place I felt safe. "Ok, let me get us some blankets, you're shivering." I nodded my head and she went to the closet and took out numerous blankets. She walked around me and noticed the scarlet strip across the back of my knees. My skirt hid the majority of the purple coloured welts. "Is there more?" Again I nodded and the tears immediately followed. I jumped at her touch as she hesitantly raised my skirt higher and higher. With every inch of revealed skin the bruises got darker and angrier. My knickers sat just below my sore bottom showing the first welts of his assault. "Did he touch you?" She enquired. In between sobs I mumbled a 'no'. "Are you sure?" Her fingers brushed over my exposed skin and although turmoil and pain consumed me, her touch soothed the hurt away. "He, he did touch me down there... and I asked him not too. And that's when he started to strap me hard. He's usually not that violent." Her touch stopped and she walked in front of me and crouched down. "Usually!" She broke down in tears. "How many times? And why?" I closed my eyes and stuttered. "I, I was protecting you. He knows... about you. Where is he?" "I don't know, he wasn't here when I got back and his holdall has gone and some of his clothes. He's the least of the worries right now." My Mistress stood and turned the light off before she slipped in beside me under the thick cover of blankets. Her lips touched my forehead followed by my cheek. "I didn't tell him anything at all. I knew that you would get punished as soon as you returned home. It happens each time he suspects you are out with your lover." Her fingers graced my stained face, her voice a mere whisper in the faint light. "But why? I don't understand why!" I couldn't tell her. The words were on the tip of my tongue, eager to slip out and ruin this tender moment. "The affair is over now. I told him today and if it wasn't over today, it would have been tomorrow, especially after this." My heart fluttered at her words. I grimaced as my hand reached up to her face and caressed her damp cheek. "I'm glad you ended it Mistress." My stare held hers intently. "Me too." She kissed me softly on my lips, just a simple peck, so innocent, so caring... so powerful to me. "You need some sleep, I'll clean you up in the morning." I nodded as another kiss landed on me. Her arm slid underneath my neck and she held me tightly, cradling me into her. Within seconds all was calm in her arms. I woke up the following morning in only a little pain. My eyes fluttered open to an empty space beside me. Was it a dream? Was she not lying beside me before I went to sleep? I pulled up the blanket and remembered she was here. I touched my lips as I thought of her kiss. My hands were still bruised and blood stained but the pain wasn't as bad. I looked up to see her standing there, carrying a tray. "Hey sleepy head... you've slept for most of the day. Its four o'clock, it'll be getting dark again soon." She smiled at me, lowering the tray to the floor. She sat down and poured the tea. "This makes a change doesn't it, me serving you?" Smiling back at her, I went to take the cup from her. "Don't worry, let me..." My Mistress lifted the cup to my mouth and tilted it a little until I tasted the familiar beverage. She placed the cup back on the tray and she picked up the teaspoon and smashed it onto the boiled egg. "You know who that was don't you?" I giggled and said, "yes, but don't take it out on my egg!" She smiled as she peeled the broken shell from the egg. Taking the spoon she dipped it into the yellow centre and I eagerly opened my mouth as the spoon came towards me. Her hand followed as I swallowed the egg and she removed a stray piece of shell from my lip. "I could get accustomed to this Mistress!" She raised a questioning eyebrow. "Really now... I wouldn't get too accustomed young lady!" She smiled as she said it and fed me a soldier of toast dipped in sunny yellow yolk. "After this we'll get you cleaned up ok?" "Yes, thank you Mistress." I shifted position, gasping at the pain that shot through my thighs and bottom. "You're gonna have to help me up." I falsely laughed, trying so hard not to cry. Dutiful Pleasures and Displeasures "I know... do you want anymore of this?" She held the cup of tea to me and I nodded. She tilted it a little more than before and it spilled down my chin and onto my partially covered breasts. Her hand immediately grabbed at a napkin and wiped the tea from me. I looked at her and her eyes were trying not to focus on my hardening nipples. She kept glancing away from them as she wiped the tea from my warm skin. "It didn't burn did it?" I reached up to her hand just above my breasts and held it there. "No, its ok, it didn't burn." She looked into my eyes and I wondered if she could feel my heart pounding just below her palm. Reluctantly she prized her hand from beneath mine. "I better get this put away and run your water. I'll be back in a minute, don't move ok?" "I won't." I whispered as she walked away from me. I achingly turned towards the window thinking that she was right. It was getting dark. Before too long the water tanks burst into action. I dearly hoped that she would run the shower and not the bath, there was no way I could sit in the bath. She skipped into my room. "Ok, you ready?" "I think so... I know one thing, I need a pee!" I shuffled uncomfortably towards my bed. She put her arm underneath my armpit and began to slowly hoist me up. I stabilised myself with my elbow on the mattress of the bed. I was soon standing up, albeit in an odd fashion. "Come on, let's go." She placed her arm around me and guided me slowly out of my room and along the hallway to the bathroom. Mistress placed her hand under the running water of the shower. She chuckled, "I knew damn well you'd never get in or out of there," pointing at the lavish corner bath. She eased me out of my ripped blouse and again her eyes landed on my hardening nipples. Her hands ignored my skin as she began to lower the zip to my skirt, revealing the whole of my bruised body. I heard her gasp. Tears again welled in her eyes and her hands covered her mouth. "You're beautiful body, scarred and battered." Her fingers came close to the bruise on my inner thigh where the belt curled around from the back. I wanted her to run her fingers over it, to feel it, but instead she hooked them over my knickers and slowly lowered them, taking care not to brush against the welts on the backs of my legs. I held onto her shoulders and stepped out of them. She took me in her arms and directed me to the shower. I stepped into the shower and the water cascaded over me. It revived my tired and aching flesh. The welts and cuts stung as the water pulsed repeatedly over them. She held a soft sponge, filled with abundant frothy bubbles in her hand. It glided softly on the skin that had been untouched by the belt. I hung my head as she washed my shoulders and arms. The marbling of the bubbles floated down my body, over the welts, cleansing them until the froth seeped into the cloudy puddle at the bottom. "Mistress, I need to pee." "Do it there. Turn around and face me as you do it." Just after she said that she knelt in front of the shower. She took the sponge and washed it over my stomach and moved lower, over my hip and my thigh. I released a steady flow of pee. It traced down my inner thighs, mixing with the cloudy water at the bottom, turning it a shade of pale yellow. Her hands moved to the insides of my legs and my pee was still trickling down them. It ran over her hands, continuing its journey. Our eyes never met at this feeling of shared closeness that was happening. I watched her, she was mesmerised by it trailing over her hands and wrists. When the trickles slowed to nothing, she casually began to cleanse the rest away from my skin. I spread my legs a little more and the sponge touched me between my thighs. It felt so good to have her touch on me there. A soft murmur left my lips and she looked up at me, the twinkle of her green eyes taking all the pain away. She stood up. "Give me your hands." I lifted them together and opened my palms. The majority of the blood had gone but she softly glided the velvet sponge over my cuts. Once cleaned, she lifted them higher and kissed each palm. She turned the water off and gently ushered me out of the shower. Mistress grabbed the luxurious white robe from the radiator and wrapped me carefully in it. "You look so much better." She smiled and took a small towel from the rail and loosely ruffled my hair with it. "Come with me," she said softly. I was more steady on my feet now and was able to walk unaided, albeit a little slow to her bedroom. She took a thick blanket from the ottoman and placed it on the stool in front of her dressing table. "Go sit down, I want to talk to you." I swallowed hard. Was this it? Is this the end? I panicked slightly at the thought of being set free. In two years I hadn't left the estate. I'd wandered inside the perimeter fencing and trees but I'd never stepped out of my boundary. Where would I go for a start? Not back home to my father that's for sure, forgiving him for his betrayal in giving me away, at least that's how I thought of it, had never entered my mind despite the fact that it would never have changed a thing. If he'd asked me to come here and serve my Mistress and not return home, I still would have done so. I could feel the tears rising again and when I looked up into the mirror her face was staring back at me. She placed her hand on my head and with the other she ran a hairbrush through my dark waves. "How many times?" My gaze connected with hers. "Nine." I muttered. Her hands stopped their stroking on my hair. "It wasn't always like this though was it? I've never seen markings like this on you before." There was a long silence and she began to brush my hair again. "I was only ever spanked before, about ten on each cheek, sometimes more." "But why?" "I told you, to protect you. The reason I got punished was because of my silence. At those times he always asked me where you were. I was never going to tell him." She sat beside me, her fingers running through my hair as it draped over my shoulder. Our eyes met again. "I, I care for you so much and I couldn't let him punish you." She bent forward slightly and kissed me tenderly on my lips. Her lingering mouth parted slowly and her tongue licked along the seam of my closed lips. She added a little more pressure and my tongue greeted her tentatively. I heard a soft whimper from her, quickly followed by one from myself. The gentle noises appeared to heighten a desire between us and the kiss became hungrier with each breath that we took. I opened my eyes to be greeted by her emerald gems. She continued to ravish my mouth as I swam in her green pools. I was just about to helplessly drown when she pulled away from me. Standing behind me once again she gently eased the robe from my shoulders. My back was on full show and the marks of Masters dominance shone through my creamy skin. Mistress knelt and kissed along each thick, dark pink stripe. "What are you doing?" I moaned. "Kissing away the hurt," she cooed. Whatever she called it, it seemed to be working. I felt the hurt ebb away with every soft touch of her lips. Occasionally I would take a sharp intake of breath as she whispered over a tender patch of my inflamed skin. She got to her feet and held my wrist. "Come with me..." I didn't question her invitation. I slowly eased myself from the stool and followed her closely to her immaculately made bed. She gently lowered the white robe completely off my body. "On your front," she whispered and helped me onto the bed. Within seconds her tender kisses drifted onto my bruised thighs and buttocks. I continuously moaned while her kisses and touches carpeted over me. She moved between my legs and her hair glided over my back. Moments later her soft breath tickled my ear and I dreamily heard her telling me not to move. For a few seconds her presence couldn't be felt and in a short time I began to miss her tenderness on me. I wanted to see her and curiosity was about to overcome me but her movement back on the bed thwarted me into doing anything. Her warm fingers spiralled upwards from my ankles to my thighs. Her hair shrouded my head and her soft breath in my ear softly issued me an order. "Turn over." I twisted myself slowly around and was welcomed by her nakedness. She literally took my breath away. Many times she had been naked in front of me when I undressed her and bathed her, but now it was different. My skin tightened and tingled, my innards coiled in a feeling I had never encountered. "Mistress, I..." Her fingers on my lips silenced me. She looked into my eyes, seemingly understanding my unsaid words. "I'll be gentle... but you must remember one thing, I am still your Mistress and your rule applies. Understand?" I nodded my answer. "Good girl." Her face lowered to my foot and her moist tongue licked underneath each toe. I giggled at first and flinched as she softly tickled me between each toe. It was such a strange feeling and deeply intimate. Her tongue curled around followed by soft kisses on my foot and ankle. As I softly moaned, my gaze caught hers and she whispered to me. "This is how you will pleasure me when I request it." It wasn't a question but her look beckoned an answer. Between slow and heavy breaths I gave her the words she wanted to hear and the words I wanted to say. She smiled and resumed her gentle ministrations. This was all new to me. My insides were coiling up and my pussy began to throb and ache. Her tongue reached higher up, trailing her gorgeous, flowing hair across my legs. Higher she went until her nose brushed over my soft dark haired mound. I gasped at the intimacy. Her delicate fingers opened my puffy moist lips and the wetness of her tongue melted into me. I arched my back and opened my legs wider. I moaned a string of incoherent words as her tongue slowly glided up and down my special place. "Your pussy is so beautiful... it opens up like a fresh flower in the spring rain." Her tongue feverishly lapped at my engorged lips then moved tenderly to my inner lips, spreading them open and probing me inside. I grasped her head, forgetting about my cut hands and I squealed at the pain. She looked up at me, mostly with concern, but also with a hint of harshness in her eyes. "Am I gonna have to tie your wrists?" Oh god, tie my wrists, could she do that? Would she do that? I breathed heavily and found myself thinking of my wrists being tied. The image in my head was one of pure delight. "Well... would you like me to tie you?" No words were needed as I looked her straight in the eye and lifted my arms to the top of the bed. From the bedside drawers she pulled out one silk scarf. A turquoise blue with shades of green intermingled. I recognised it as the last one she ever bought from me on the stall. That was the day she handed me her card. She straddled my waist and leant over me, her breasts swung down just above my mouth. Her hands wrapped the scarf around my wrists and as she moved her nipples brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue out to feel her hard nipples. I'd seen them countless times but to feel one on my lips and have my tongue swirling around it heightened my desire. With a final tug on the silk scarf my wrists were now bound to the bed. My Mistress eased herself back up and her nipple popped out of my mouth and she slid back to between my legs. Her tongue returned to my pussy, doing as she did before, licking and nibbling along my lips. She flicked my inner ones and gently sucked them into her warm, moist mouth. I fidgeted and arched my back once more as her tongue randomly tapped and flicked on my hard sensitive button. My hips rose and fell, grinding my pussy more onto her with an urgency that I had rarely felt. I writhed beneath her ministrations, my breasts jiggled and my legs parted and lifted. They held onto her, bringing her closer to me. Shrieks and cries filled her bedroom. "Please... PLEASE!" That word was all I could shout. I looked down at her, working me with her mouth. Her delicate hands held my hips. "Please..." I panted. She nodded her head and at once she danced her tongue continuously over my clit. The room filled with a crescendo of my moans and wails. They slowly receded into whimpers and trailed off into soft satisfying moans. "Mistress, thank you!" She moved beside me and the smell of my arousal lingered heavily in the air. Her lips came close to me, intoxicating me with my scent. I edged my face nearer to hers and parted my lips. The fragrance got stronger as her lips gently touched mine. I groaned at my first taste of myself. I licked along her lips, savouring my flavour and planting quick, continuous kisses on her delightful, edible lips. Shortly after, Mistress got to her knees and straddled my head. "Your turn to taste me." Her pussy was soft and shaved and her distended lips slipped over my nose as she positioned herself on me. Her wetness coated me, suffocating me in its fragrance. "Stick your tongue out and pleasure your Mistress!" My tongue probed each and every fold. I sucked and kissed her large damp lips. She slowly began to grind against me and in between the sounds of my slurps and kisses her moans were becoming louder. Her clit was protruding and I sucked and caressed it and twirled and twisted my tongue around it. Her moans continued to build momentum. Looking up, I could see her bouncing breasts and the tight grasp she had on the bed frame. "More..." She moaned. "Don't stop..." I snaked my tongue around her throbbing button and lapped the length of her pussy with my flattened tongue. She bucked heavily on my face and with a series of short sharp jolts she screamed her orgasm out. Her thighs trembled around me and her copious juices dripped down them. I licked them from her and kissed her slightly flushed inner thighs. Her hands fumbled around my wrists and soon my arms were free. She took each wrist and kissed where the silk had lightly marked my skin. She scooted down my body, covering my clammy skin with her wetness. "I want to taste myself on you now!" And with that she lowered her mouth to mine and ravished me with a kiss that I could only describe as animalistic. I melted into her, our beings blending and becoming one. Moments later she pulled away from me and snatched the blanket from the ottoman and draped it over us. She eased herself against my back, her whole body moulded into mine. She stroked my arms until I couldn't feel her anymore. Tiredness had taken over as we cuddled into each other 'til morning. I awoke and reached over to her and again she wasn't by my side. She was stood at the window, naked. Her perfect body silhouetted in the light of dawn. "Come back to bed." I wearily requested, lightly patting the empty space next to me. "There's something I have to tell you." Her head lowered and she slowly walked towards me. She sat next to me and a solitary tear fell on her thigh. "You are free to return to your father if you want." "What? I don't understand. What's he got to do with anything?" "It was your father who I was having the affair with." More tears helplessly fell to her lap. "What I did was selfish and what your father did was unfair." She sobbed. I should have seen it all back then. The way she was always smiling when they both talked to each other. Her gentle laughs as they spoke. "So that 'is' how I ended up here? I was an exchange between the two of you. I was just a piece of meat caught up in your torrid affair, is that what I was?" I began to cry, everything taking its toll on me. She took my wrist and held it tightly, "Let me explain, please?" I nodded reluctantly, not knowing if I wanted to hear her excuses. "Your father and I often talked about you. How you worked yourself to the bone helping him with his business and how you never complained and was always willing to help everyone. He said that you were good at home, you cooked and cleaned and kept the household together. I mentioned to him, albeit teasingly, that I wished to have someone like you to take care of me so thoughtfully. After a few seconds of silence he said if I continued the affair you could come and live with me and my husband." I swallowed hard at what she was saying and my eyes met hers. "So why did you finish the affair?" "He wanted me to leave my husband. I couldn't do that. That would mean losing everything, including you. Your father wanted me to bring you so you could serve him as well. I refuse to share you, with anyone. I began to really like you, care for you... and feel for you." She openly cried. Tears streamed down her blemished face. "I'm sorry I've hurt you and I'm not sure how to mend this but I don't want to lose you." Whatever had happened, I would never go back to my father and despite her betrayal, I still loved her and wanted to be her maid and anything else she wanted me to be. I put my arm around her and her hair fell to my breasts as her head came to rest against my shoulder. "So what happens now and what I want to know is how do you really feel about me?" Our eyes met as she brushed my hair from my forehead. "When I saw you laying on the floor my heart sank and my stomach churned. I realised how much I cared for you." Her delicate fingers traced over my tender hand. "I love you..." My finger rose to her lips and she softly kissed it. Her hands held my face as her moist lips delicately breezed across mine. I pulled away slightly and whispered, "I love you too, I always have!" I eased her down with me and we cuddled into each other, soft kisses melting on our shoulders, necks and lips. She kissed my ear and her warm breath as she spoke sent shivers coursing through me. "Will you stay here?" "I'm not leaving you Mistress, but I want reassurance from you that if your husband returns I will never be touched or punished by him again. Can you guarantee that will never happen to me again?" Her sea green eyes looked up at me through her dark strands of hair. "I promise." I kissed her with a softness that didn't match the intensity that was burning inside of me. As we kissed I wondered just what new experiences she would bring to me and to our new beginning.