7 comments/ 18369 views/ 13 favorites Forever M'Lady By: merf68 Author's preamble: I puzzled over the category to select but decided that the often brutal images in several scenes required the BDSM tag. For those who do not like surprises sprung upon them, I should add further tags: Lesbian sex, 'straight' sex, anal, oral, fisting, anal fisting, menstruation, pissing, piercing and a passing mention of gay sex (but don't worry, those who are put off by two men together: that element is truly miniscule and lasts only for a very few sentences with no detail.) All sexually active participants are over the age of 18. Forever M'Lady is a stand-alone story set in late Victorian England. Essentially a Romance, the story is entirely fictitious, a product of my own imagination. Any names, either of person or place, have no counterpart in the real world. Nor do the characters. I am no expert in late 19th century life so if there are anachronisms herein, I beg forgiveness. I am indebted to Dan Griffin for his prompt and scholarly editing of my text. If you find any more mistakes, they are entirely mine. Now nothing remains but the reading. I trust you will enjoy the story as much I enjoyed the composition.I welcome comments and votes. Merf68 Forever M'Lady. Chapter 1 Barton Court The day after my fourteenth birthday, my father took me to Barton Court, the local 'big house', where I was to be taken on as the most junior servant. Daddy patted me on the head and said he would see me on Sunday. He left me there in my Sunday best with just a change of clothing in a package clutched to my chest. A girl, who told me her name was Faith, took me in hand and led me first to the Housekeeper's door. She was just a year or two older than me. We entered her office when called in; Faith bobbed a little curtsy and hissing at me to copy her. Mistress Sharp was a tall, imposing woman wearing a starched, tight white blouse and voluminous black skirts. Around her waist was a wide belt from which hung a large ring of keys. "Well?" she almost barked, glaring at the intrusion. "Please, Mistress Sharp, this is the new girl, Jane Fairfax," said my guide. "Harrumph," Mistress Sharp grunted, looking down her long nose, which was as sharp as her name. "Come here girl, I do not bite. I want a proper look at you." As she looked me over, motioning for me to turn this way and that, she continued, "I am in charge. You will always address me as Mistress Sharp or just Mistress. I am Lord Barton's Housekeeper and so control his domestic staff." She finally gripped my jaw and looked straight into my eyes. "I will not tolerate misbehaviour. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress Sharp." "Faith, take her to the Linen Keeper for a uniform, then to the still room. Then return to your own duties." "Yes, Mistress." We both had to curtsy again before we left. That was four years ago. In that time I had made my place in the big house until, one day, Mistress Sharp summoned me. It was with some trepidation that I went. My only other visits to her office had been to be disciplined for infractions of the rules. I left each time with a very sore bottom imprinted with the marks of a large wooden spoon and tears flooding from my eyes. However, this time I knew of no reason to be summoned. I entered her office, dropped a curtsy and stood before Mistress Sharp and Master Johnstone, the Butler. I had learned in my time that Master Johnstone was even the Housekeeper's boss, only one-step below God, so I was even more nervous. It was almost like having the clock turned back when I was instructed to turn my head and my body this way and that, this time for Master Johnstone's inspection. "Show me your legs, Jane. Lift your skirts." I did as bidden, holding up my skirts and turning to give him views all round, until he told me cover up again. "Yes, Mistress Sharp," he turned to the Housekeeper. "She's a comely, buxom wench. M'lady told me to bring her although I cannot think where M'lady saw her. She has been kept downstairs?" "Master Johnstone, last week, Faith was ill in bed and Jane was sent to empty the chamber pots. Perhaps M'Lady saw her. I trust she has done nothing wrong?" "I think not, Mistress Sharp. M'lady did not seem annoyed or distressed when she instructed me." Turning to me, he said, "Come." He walked out of the door and I had to rush to keep up with him. "When did you last bathe, Jane?" he demanded over his shoulder. "All Souls Day, Sir," I responded. Without breaking his long stride, he turned to a side passage and took me to the large bathing room. He called for hot water and within minutes, four maids had filled the bath, meanwhile I had been ordered to strip. I obeyed reluctantly but I could have been a marble statue for all the attention he paid to me. A quick glance up and down, an almost imperceptible nod and then he turned to speak to one of the girls. She was to run and get me a new uniform. "And I mean 'new'," he finished. I scrubbed myself everywhere, yes everywhere, with carbolic soap until my skin was almost sore but felt tingling and glowing. I then dried with a big white towel and stood there shivering for a minute until my new uniform arrived. I quickly dressed myself and brushed my hair as best I could until Master Johnstone was satisfied. Finally, I was taken into the Family part of the house and it almost felt like hallowed ground. At the door from the servants' area into the Family area, he stopped and told me, in a very soft voice but his tone was hard as steel, "Whatever you see or hear beyond this door is Private. You will never tell anybody, not your friends, not your superiors, not even me. You will obey any orders M'Lady gives you instantly. If you transgress, you will be severely whipped and taken to prison. Is That Absolutely Clear?" "Yes, Master Johnstone." His face softened with a friendly smile. "Jane, M'lady has not told me why she wants to see you but I think your fortunes are changing for the better. Mistress Sharp has given me good reports on you so I am confident you will fit in. Good luck. Now, chin up and come with me." He led me into another world where everything was beauty and elegance. Up a grand staircase, he led me, and along a couple of passages until we stood outside a large, heavy door. He rapped loudly then opened the door and ushered me in on command from within. "M'lady, you wanted to see Jane." "Ah, Jane is a nice name. Come in girl, come in. Carry on, Johnstone." "Yes, M'lady." He closed the door as he left. I did not know what to expect so my heart was in my mouth as I curtseyed deeper than I had ever done in my years of service. "Come here, Jane. I want you to stand right there," she pointed to a spot just in front of her seated form. "Remove your clothes and set them down there." Again, she pointed, this time to a nearby chair. Twice within 30 minutes, I had been ordered to remove my clothing. I was nervous and embarrassed as I slowly removed my clothes and stood there in my birthday suit. I could feel my face burning and blushing and, as I looked down at my bosom, I saw the same deep red flush spread down there as well. I was not allowed to cover myself with my hands. I was turned round, bent over at all angles, touching my toes and any other position M'lady required. She touched me all over, examining every secret place with her fingers and hands, even her mouth on my nipples, which tingled and gave me a strange feeling very new to me. I went weak at the knees as her finger tried to push inside my privates. What was happening to me? I felt disappointed when she withdrew and ordered, "Kiss me, Jane." How was I to know what she meant? The only people I had ever kissed were my parents and my siblings so I leant forward, pursing my lips and kissed hers and withdrew. "No, no, Jane. Kiss me as if I were a boy who is courting you down behind the lake." "Please, M'lady, no boy has ever courted me. I'm a good girl." "I'm sure you are, Jane," she said, ringing a little hand bell. A maid appeared within scant seconds. "M'lady?" I had to look twice before recognising my dear friend, Faith, the very first girl I met at the Big House and with whom I had shared a room for two years. But my, had Faith changed since. Her hair was prettily brushed and tied back behind her cap. She was always a slim girl and it seemed that the only bits which had grown with her age were her breasts and hips. The rest, if anything, had slimmed down even more. Her bosom seemed about to break free of her very tight blouse and seemed almost freakish against her narrow waist, not much more than eighteen inches round, flaring out to child-bearing hips. Her uniform seemed tailored to fit her like a tight skin. She looked beautiful. I smiled in friendship and in admiration for her beauty. "You know Jane. You will be training her until you leave. First, teach her how to kiss properly." Faith stepped towards me smiling reassuringly. I did not know what to do so I just stood there as she put one hand behind my head and latched her mouth onto mine. Her lips were apart and very mobile. It seemed quite exciting and made my privates tingle, but when her tongue tried to push between my lips, I resisted at first then allowed it to invade my mouth. Her tongue was trying to 'play' with mine and I found myself liking it so I tentatively pushed my own tongue forward and it was hungrily sucked into her mouth. Faith held me in her embrace, our mouths glued together and our tongues entwining and exploring. Exciting feelings were coursing through my body and, for some reason unbeknown to me, there was a trickle of liquid on the top of my thighs. My breathing was heavy by the time Faith finally released me. "You may go, Faith. Now, Jane, come here and try again," instructed my Mistress. Her hand went straight between my legs as soon as I was close enough and I became more aware of the slickness as a finger easily penetrated my privates. She pulled my face close to hers and her mouth mashed onto mine. I tried to match her enthusiasm, kissing as Faith had taught me. M'Lady seemed happy with my new skill and I felt so good and tingly all over as her finger played around inside my privates. Strange new feelings were taking over my body and I yearned for ... for something. M'Lady's spare hand took a firm hold on my breast and pinched my nipple very hard and, as she did, I felt wave after wave of warmth spreading from my privates, through my belly, taking over my body. I tried to suppress it but I found myself calling out "Oh, Oh Mistress. Ooooh." I was almost senseless and my legs felt like one of Cook's jellies. Suddenly I realised that I was hanging on to M'Lady's shoulders. "I'm sorry M'Lady, I don't know what happened." I made to step back from her but she did not release me. She made me look at her, for my head was bowed. She was smiling, her eyes shining and her own breathing was speeded up. "You learn fast, Jane. I am very pleased that you climaxed quickly and I do not mind you calling out. Was that your first climax?" "If you please, M'Lady, what is a 'climax'?" "You just had one. It was when your body felt wonderful all over." "Yes, M'Lady, I have never felt like that before. I did not know what was happening but it felt so good." "I am quite sure," M'Lady chuckled, "you will have many, many more climaxes. You have a lovely body for me to play with and you will come to worship my body. Now come, lay across my lap." Nervously, I complied with M'Lady's instruction and found myself face down staring at the rich colours of the rug. M'Lady pressed my legs apart and her hand cupped my private parts. I could feel much wetness down there and soon her hand was spreading that wetness over my buttocks. The good feelings were coming back with each caress of her hand and each caress spread more of the fluid leaking from me. Suddenly, M'Lady's hand smacked my left buttock. It did not hurt too much, not after Mistress Sharp's discipline, but I flinched from the shock. Then I received another smack on my right buttock before her hand was once more dipping into my private parts. I made so bold as to whisper, "That feels nice in my privates, M'Lady." I received another, harder slap then her finger invaded me again. "You will call this your pussy. What is it Jane?" "Please, M'Lady, it is my pussy." Her finger nudged at the entrance to my back passage. "This is your arse." Her other hand grasped my breast: "These are your tits. You will use these words. So, you like me feeling your pussy?" "Yes, M'Lady." With that, she started spanking my bottom, very fast and hard. I felt my bottom cheeks getting warmer and warmer with each smack. Her strokes were stinging now, which made me squirm on her lap. She stopped smacking me and her hand went to my pussy again again. The glow from the smacks travelled to my pussy and, once again, the warmth spread itself through my body. Once more, I could feel those marvellous sensations building in me. My breaths were coming hard and fast and I felt a very hard smack on my bottom, and for some reason, the pain of that made me lose my senses again. I was given a minute or two to gather my wits then I was told to kneel between M'Lady's legs. She lifted her skirts and told me to kiss her cunt. "Cunt is another word we use for pussy," she told me when I hesitated. "Kiss my pussy." It seemed like a disgusting thing to do but I followed my orders. I kissed her pussy lips, which were open and wet. The taste was a little salty, but sweet. I instinctively started to lick up the delicious juices, which made my Mistress push my mouth harder onto her pussy, which she ground over my teeth until she gave out a loud cry and slumped back in her chair. I had been given no further instructions so I continued to kiss and lick M'Lady's pussy, which caused her to start bucking against my mouth again and in a few minutes she was throwing herself back in her seat and calling out, "Yes, Yes! Oh keep doing that." Eventually she stopped squirming about and pushed me away from her cunt. I was strangely reluctant to lose the wonderful taste and smell of her. She made me kiss her again, it was a slow and languorous kiss, without the fervour of our earlier kisses, but soft, and tender, until she sighed and had me kneel at her feet. "Listen carefully to your duties while you are with me, for you will be staying here as my personal servant. Faith is leaving me in two weeks and she will teach you what you need to know. My husband will summon you on occasion: Faith will tell you what you must do. You are a virgin. Yes?" "Yes, M'Lady, I have lain with no man." "Lord Barton will enjoy taking your virginity so you may expect him to send for you soon." She tinkled her little hand bell once again and Faith appeared within seconds. "M'Lady?" "Take this delectable creature, have the seamstress come and take her measurements for a set of appropriate uniforms for her new duties, which you will explain to her in full. She will sleep with you until you leave for your new position. You must play with each other so she will learn how to pleasure me. Now go, both of you." Faith told me to pick up my uniform and led me through a door and across the passage to her room. She took me into her arms and flooded my face with kisses. "Oh, I am so happy for you, Jane. I suggested to M'Lady that you might be a suitable replacement for me and she seems to like you." Her voice took on a serious note: "M'Lady likes to hurt her maid." She turned me around and inspected my bottom. "I see you have already been spanked. Well, girl, you will get many spankings, and worse, should M'Lady feels so inclined. Sometimes she will whip you, just for her own pleasure. "Lord Barton will also want to use you, but he is altogether different. He will want you to whip him and he will then want to fuck you in your cunt or your arse or your mouth. Whatever he tells you, you must do it, no matter how strange you find his orders." Faith dropped her voice until it was a conspiratorial whisper. "He married M'Lady for her family's money and she married because she wanted the title. It is a marriage of convenience but a happy one although they do not enjoy 'marital relations': that is where you come in. You will have to take care of both their needs. Get yourself dressed now, while I bring the Seamstress to come and measure you." Faith left me alone so I slipped into my uniform and sat waiting for her to return. As I was sitting there thinking about my new position and what duties I might have to perform, I heard the tinkle of M'Lady's bell. As Faith was missing, I felt I had to answer the summons. "If you please, M'Lady, Faith has gone for the Seamstress. How may I help?" "Very good, Jane. Through that door is my bedchamber. There is a robe on my bed. You will bring it here." I opened the bedchamber door and was entranced by the beauty of the room. I saw a deep red silk gown laid on the bed so I retrieved it and took it to my Mistress. "Undress me." I opened all the buttons on her blouse and eased it off her shoulders, folding it and setting it to one side, on the same chair where my own uniform had been placed earlier. Her breasts were firm and stood proudly underneath her shift. I loosened the buttons on her silky skirt and steadied her as she stepped out of the garment. I removed M'Lady's underclothes, getting a good look at her slim body, then held the robe open for her to put her arms into the sleeves and I wrapped the robe around her and tied off the belt at her waist. "Take those away," she indicated her discarded clothes, "Faith knows what to do with them. Tell her I wish to bathe as soon as she returns. If the Seamstress is with her, she must wait until I have bathed because you must help Faith. Go now." "Yes M'Lady." I bobbed a courtesy and took the soiled clothes with me. I did not have to wait long before Faith and the Seamstress arrived. I relayed M'Lady's message, which sent Faith rushing back out again, presumably to summon hot water for M'Lady's bath. Again, I had to respond to the tinkle of her bell: M'Lady told me to bring before her the Seamstress who was instructed to make my uniforms tight around my body, accentuating my breasts. We were then dismissed. When Faith returned this time, two strapping boys carried a large tub into the suite and deposited it in a room in which the floor was covered with tiles. They placed it on the floor and left quickly. Soon there were four scullery maids, each struggling with two large pails of water yoked across their shoulders. They emptied those into the bath, but one pair was just set on the floor still full, and scurried away with the empty pails. "Tell M'Lady her bath is ready," said Faith as she checked the water temperature and added a little cold water from one of the pails. I went quickly to M'Lady's chamber and gave her Faith's message. She rose slowly from her bed and, with me following respectfully, repaired to the bathroom. Faith was standing by the bath, wearing nothing but a smile. "You must undress too, Jane. Whenever you bathe me, you will remove your uniform." I complied, thinking that I seemed to be naked as often as not around here. Faith removed M'Lady's robe folded it and placed it to one side while I was once again getting out of my clothes. I had to stand on the other side of the bathtub and assist M'Lady into the water. Faith started washing M'Lady's body and I was instructed to do the same. As the water splashed all around, I realised why we were naked: our uniforms would have been soaked. We were drying her off when a snagged nail caught across her breast. M'Lady immediately slapped me very hard across my face, bringing tears to my eyes. "Trim your nails, girl. Faith, make sure she does." Forever M'Lady "Yes, M'Lady," we said in unison and continued our task, with me making sure my offending nail did not hurt her again. When M'Lady was quite dry, we had to powder her everywhere then we returned to M'Lady's bedchamber. We had to dress our Mistress in a foundation garment, which seemed cruelly tight and then over all, we helped her into a beautiful gown. I had the task of brushing her long dark tresses but I was cautioned by Faith to be very careful not to tug on the snags. Meanwhile Faith was powdering M'Lady's face and applying very delicate colouring to enhance her cheeks. Faith then showed me how to pile M'Lady's hair onto the top of her head and pin it there. When we were quite finished, M'Lady looked so beautiful. She seemed to glide elegantly out of her apartments, leaving Faith and me alone. "Time for our bath," said my companion with a smile. "We must always bathe after M'Lady." We returned to the bathroom where Faith added some hot water to the tub and stepped into the water. I bathed her then she made me get into the tub and I was scrubbed for the second time that day. When we were bathed, dried and dressed, we collected M'Lady's soiled clothes and Faith led me out of the apartment. She found Master Johnstone whom she told that our Mistress had finished bathing. We then had to take M'Lady's clothes to the laundry room and collect yesterday's washing, including Faith's own uniform which she changed every day. We returned to our room to find the Seamstress waiting patiently. Again, I had to strip as she took all my measurements with her tape measure. "I'll bring your first set in the morning." She informed me before scurrying off to her tasks. Four strong youths arrived and took away the bathtub then we made ourselves busy tidying up the apartment. Faith then showed me how to clip and file my fingernails so they would not cause any more problems, and instructed me to be sure always to keep them short and smooth. My friend showed me how to tie and pin my hair, although our hair was not so intricately coifed as our Mistress required of her own. She then sat me down and gave me a lecture on my duties: how M'Lady might want to use me and how to cater for M'Lord's peculiar demands. I would be expected to spank his bottom, much as M'Lady had spanked mine. Sometimes I would have to strap him to his bed and whip him, very hard. I would be required to suck his cock when he so desired and he would want to fuck me in my cunt and my arse. "That will hurt," she told me, "but you must not complain, however he wants to have his way with you. Make sure your back passage is clean - I will show how to do that - and it will need greasing. You should do this before you go to him because you will not get a chance to do so later. Even though it will hurt for the first few times he does that, you will find that you will enjoy him fucking you there. I know I enjoy it and often I have a climax. However, Jane, you must always remember that your pleasure is not the object, only theirs, our Master and Mistress. Sometimes you will have to sleep with him or her. You will always be unclothed when you do so and may be woken up during the night to give service, as they require. Another thing, Lord Barton has very bad breath but you must never show any revulsion when he wants to kiss you. You must ignore the unpleasantness. "I'm not trying to frighten you," she continued, "just make you aware of your duties. To speak the truth, this is a good position: much better than working in the stillroom or anywhere else 'downstairs'. You will frequently have to deal with the senior members of staff as you relay M'Lady's messages and instructions, so you can, you should, walk proudly through the house as befits your new position. You should not have any more dealings with your old friends downstairs, which is why I have not seen you for two years. "During the day, our Mistress will take her meals here in her apartment: it will be your duty to collect her food from the Cook and serve her. Most evenings, however, she will dine with Lord Barton and you will often be present to attend to her needs. Ignore the serving staff, even though they may tease you. Mr Johnstone is in charge of them and he has a keen eye for any misbehaviour on their part. His beatings for their infractions are much worse than any that Mistress Sharp administered. "Well," Faith said, finishing her lecture, "that is how your life will be from now on. In two weeks, I will be taking up a new position as Lady Cynthia Smythe-Jones' maid, I am very excited about that, and you will take my place here. I am sure you will do well." With that, she hugged and kissed me. Now let us get your back passage clean for I'm certain Lord Barton will call for you as soon as he learns you are a maiden." "It is called an enema," my friend informed me, "and you really need to do this every day after you have moved your bowels, because you never know when M'Lord may want you and he usually has you sucking his cock right afterwards." With that, she produced a fierce-looking metal contraption, which had a large plunger on one end and a narrow metal tube, bent in an 'L' shape, at the other. She showed me how to fill that plunger with warm water and a special soap. I had to lay on the floor, on my side with my knees pulled up. Faith greased my arse and pushed her finger inside a short way, and then she carefully pushed the little tube into my arse and started depressing the plunger. My belly was swelling and I felt very full as she continued to pump more water into me. She made me wait and told me to endure the cramps, which soon started. I had to hold it all inside me for ages before she let me evacuate the smelly mess and then she did it again, and a third time and by then the water passing from me into the pail was clean. When I was dressed again, Faith took me to the kitchen where we were given our meals. We ate quickly in case M'Lady came back earlier than expected. Chapter 2 Entertaining M'Lord and M'Lady In fact, it was more than two hours before M'Lady returned to her chambers. It's not my place to say so, but she seemed a bit tipsy, from the wine at dinner, I assumed. "Take Jane to Lord Barton then return to me immediately," my companion was instructed. I quickly returned to our room and made sure my arse was well greased then followed Faith along the corridor with my tummy churning. What would my Master be like? What would he require of me? "If you please, Sir, this is Jane, Lady Diana's new maidservant." Lord Barton dismissed her and turned his attention to me. He was not a big man, smaller than I was, and he was quite portly. He was perspiring heavily and seemed more in his cups than had been M'Lady. "Don't just stand there, gel, undress then undress me," he instructed. Once again, I stripped and followed M'Lord to his bedchamber. As I was removing his clothes I realised that Faith was correct: he had very bad breath and I almost gagged from the stench. "So you are still a virgin?" "Yes, M'Lord, I have lain with no man." He was fondling me as I undressed him, gently caressing my breasts and gripping my buttocks, his fingers probing my private parts, front and back. "Nice tits, gel, nice arse too." When he was naked, he lay back on the bed and I was instructed to suck his cock. I forced myself to take his limp member into my mouth as he held my head. Before too long, as I continued to service him, his cock grew and hardened and soon he was trying to force my head further onto his flesh until it was trying to push into my throat. He pulled back and I saw, for the first time, a fully rampant male member. Surely, it was too big to enter my body, I thought, it will split me apart. I was more than a little fearful when he had me lay on the bed with my legs apart. He knelt between my legs and I felt his cock probing at my cunt and pushing its way inside me. M'Lord gripped my hips and thrust himself forward. I think it was fortunate that I had moistened his cock with my mouth, because I was quite dry down there but he did not care. He just pushed into me until he came to my barrier then moved slowly in and out. That gave me feelings similar to those M'Lady had given me and I felt my body reacting by flooding my pussy with liquid. This helped a lot but, when he thrust himself savagely past my barrier, I felt a sharp pain that made me squeal aloud. M'Lord ignored that, building up a rhythm of pushing in and out, as my pussy tried to adapt to this invasion. As he continued to drive into me, my body took over and I felt that nice warm feeling my Mistress had given me. His thrusts became more and more urgent and he was grunting with each push until suddenly he rammed his cock all the way into me and I felt a throbbing and his seed pumping into me. This made me almost faint with the pleasure I felt and I experienced an empty feeling as his softening cock withdrew. I was made to take that cock into my mouth again. It was covered in my blood and I could taste my own juices and his seed. I must admit to enjoying that. After several minutes, the flesh in my mouth grew back to full size and he was trying to force it down my throat, with only limited success as it made me gag, but M'Lord persevered until I felt my throat being forced open by his cock. I was just becoming accustomed to this assault when he pulled out. "In that drawer, gel, find the paddle. Get it and sit there." M'Lord indicated a solid upright chair. I retrieved the paddle and sat as instructed. M'Lord bent over my lap and I was told to spank him. My first stroke was tentative as I was not sure just what he wanted. "Spank me like you mean it!" I was told, so I started spanking much harder until he was squirming on my lap but I was instructed to continue. His bottom was very red and looked sore by the time he had experienced enough. I was then thrown back onto the bed and he fucked me again, roughly. He had made me bring the paddle with me and I had to use it as he fucked in and out. It was quite difficult for me to concentrate on my task as once again, my body was overcome with another climax and his seed flooded my pussy again. He flopped out of my pussy, rolled over, apparently exhausted, and dismissed me to return to my Mistress. As I dressed, he pulled on the cord on the wall behind his bed and, while I was still half-naked, Johnstone entered the bedchamber. "You rang, M'Lord?" he said, ignoring me. I hurried out of there and walked back to M'Lady's chambers, trying to let myself in without disturbing my Mistress, but she must have heard me and called for me to attend her. She was on her bed with Faith, both of them naked and Faith's face was very wet as she looked up from her position at M'Lady's cunt. "Did my husband fuck you?" she demanded. "Yes, M'Lady, he did that twice." "Strip and onto the bed with you, Jane. Faith, clean out her cunt. I don't want to taste him at all." Again, I found myself with my legs spread and Faith ministering to me, giving me more of those lovely feelings through my body. It was helped by my Mistress playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples and taking them between her teeth, all the time requiring me to tell her all about my evening. I felt Faith's tongue penetrating me, seeking out all my Master's deposits. She was everywhere, even pushing her tongue into my arse, which was curiously delightful. When I got to the part where I had to clean him after he had fucked me, I told M'Lady that I tasted my own blood on him. "Did you like that taste?" she asked. "Yes M'Lady, I think I did. It was not too long before M'Lady changed her place. I was still in the same position with Faith between my legs but now my Mistress was kneeling over my face and she sat down and smothered my mouth with her pussy. She tasted delicious and I needed no orders to start servicing her with my tongue and lips. I was in heaven with my friend servicing me as I was doing the same to M'Lady. For more than an hour we all played together on M'Lady's bed, giving each other many climaxes. At one stage, M'Lady had me on my back with legs spread as much as possible while she pushed a finger up my slick pussy. A second finger was introduced and the two fingers moving inside me found sensitive spots which had never been touched before. Faith was told to play with my clitoris which made me gush more. The third finger hurt at first but it was a nice pain which faded slowly and soon felt wonderful as they all moved in and out, giving me another climax. Then we two girls spent the next hour just pleasuring our Mistress with our mouths and hands before she finally ordered us to towel her down and dress her for bed. We then left for our own bed spooned together with my hand resting gently on the huge swell of Faith's breast. Chapter 3 Faith's last night The next two weeks seemed to fly past. Faith showed me all I needed to know about my new position. It was mainly to keep M'Lady's apartments clean and tidy, carry messages to the Housekeeper or Butler, ensure M'Lady's clothing was properly washed and pressed, dress her as required, bathe her ... all those little tasks occupied much of my time. And, of course, to be on hand to meet any of M'Lady's requirements and frequently that meant satisfying and abating her passions. M'Lady seemed almost insatiable, demanding that one or both of her maids service her at any time, day or night. Truth be told, we both enjoyed that side of our life and even liked to have our own pleasures once M'Lady dismissed us for the night. Lord Barton sent for me three more times in that period and fucked my arse each time. Faith was correct, I did learn to enjoy having my back passage fucked and being clean inside myself made the task of sucking his cock afterwards less unpleasant. Because M'Lady did not like the taste of her husband in my arse and pussy, Faith taught me how to douche and cleanse myself inside before attending my Mistress. I had my bottom spanked by M'Lady several times: I was getting used to these and found the pain very exciting, much to her pleasure. I was surprised by the attitude of Mistress Sharp and Master Johnson: they both seemed to have a greater respect for me and if I had business with either of them, they attended to me right away. It was Faith's final night before she left M'Lady's service to travel to her new position. My Mistress surprised us maids by ordering a couple of bottles of wine to celebrate. She insisted that we both had three glasses of the stuff and M'Lady drank the rest. I had never drunk any alcohol so three glasses of wine, while delicious, had me feeling more than a bit dizzy. But M'Lady was in a fine mood and decided that tonight I was to be the plaything of them both. I think Faith enjoyed paddling my bottom as much as I enjoyed it: my mouth was clamped on M'Lady's pussy and Faith had to spank until our Mistress had a climax. When she had recovered, M'Lady told Faith to get the whip. My friend went to a certain drawer and brought out a horsewhip which she presented to our Mistress. I was told to stand in the middle of the room, legs apart and with my hands clasped behind my neck. M'Lady walked round my body, touching it with the tip of the whip. Suddenly she flicked the tip over one of my nipples. Ow, that stung and made me suck in my breath before the other nipple was struck. She circled me some more, trailing the tip of her weapon over my skin, before standing in front of me, she whacked right up between my legs, aiming the vicious strike at my pussy. I squealed through clenched teeth as this new wave of pain hit me. Satisfied with my reaction, I saw M'Lady's eyes glistening with pleasure. She stepped close to me and kissed me sexily, the while rubbing the staff of the whip between my pussy lips and over my clitoris. "Tonight, Jane," she panted in a whisper, "I am going to hurt you and hurt you. I'm going to make you scream and cry. I was going to beat Faith as well, but we can't send her off with the bruises so you will have her share as well as your own." Faith was told to kneel behind me, hold my pussy lips apart to expose my clitoris which M'Lady whipped several times. It was agony but I did not get any time to absorb the pain before she lashed across the soft flesh of both my breasts, catching across my nipples. I looked down at my breasts to see a dark bruise starting to form against the pale skin. She put the whip to one side briefly then took one breast in her hand, pinching the sore nipple before taking it into her mouth and biting harshly on the hard nub. This was repeated on the other breast before she slapped both breasts with her hands several times and then picked up the whip again. Walking back and forth in front of me slowly, she picked out target after target with the whip until my front was crisscrossed from shoulders to thighs with dark stripes and I was screeching with each stroke and blubbering like a baby but she was relentless until I moved my hands to try to protect my body. "Straps," she ordered and Faith produced a set of leather bindings. I was put face down on the bed while Faith proceeded to bind my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed until I was spread out and helpless. M'Lady just let rip on my back, striking repeatedly with the whip. Oh god, how it hurt from my shoulders to my thighs. Eventually Faith was told to release the straps and I was made to turn over, face up. M'Lady knelt between my legs and insinuated a finger into my pussy which was leaking copiously. A second, then third finger soon joined the first, all of them moving and massaging me from the inside. That was nice but then she pulled back and before long four fingers were trying to enter me, stretching my poor pussy almost unbearably. Eventually M'Lady pulled out then shoved all four fingers as far as she could. I screamed and writhed, trying to close my legs, trying to pull back, away from the relentlessly thrusting hand. She stopped all the movement and just ran her fingers over my pussy but told Faith to strap me again. The straps were pulled taut until I was stretched and helpless again. M'Lady's four fingers penetrated me again, but more slowly, allowing me to adjust to the pain as they tickled right up inside my pussy, twisting this way and that until I found myself raising my hips to meet each penetration which sparked off little bush fires racing through my body. M'Lady withdrew her fingers and brought her hand to my mouth. I had to lick it all clean while Faith bent down to nibble at my clitoris. I could not see what was happening 'down there' with Faith's head blocking my vision but I felt M'Lady's fingers once more entering my stretched pussy. Oh god, I felt her curl her hand and her thumb joined the fingers as she pushed them further into me, I felt I would surely be split wide open but she eased it back and forth a few times. M'Lady whispered something to Faith who swung her legs over my upper body and I saw her pussy descending onto my face and mouth, dripping as it came down. My mouth was smothered and I used my tongue to go inside her. Suddenly I felt a whole hand powerfully, relentlessly, enter my passage. My screams of agony were muffled: Faith's pussy was grinding into my mouth as M'Lady's hand repeatedly violated my pussy. Then suddenly, I found myself on a plateau on which all the pain transmuted into pleasure and Faith moved so she was back at my clitoris. I was gasping for air and squealing in pleasure as M'Lady thrust right in and Faith bit hard on my clitoris. The most massive climax completely took over my body and I was thrusting back at the hand that was pleasuring me so much. I do believe I lost consciousness for a short while and came round to see both my torturers smiling down at me. Faith's hand massaged my clitoris gently as M'Lady slowly pulled her hand out of my pussy. There was another painful stretching as the width of her hand passed out, then only a feeling of emptiness and soreness. Forever M'Lady I was totally drenched in sweat as Faith loosened the straps but that did not stop my Mistress crawling up my body to kiss me passionately, her hands moulding my breasts and pinching the nipples hard which, after the pain my pussy had suffered, was just a pleasure. When I was free of the straps, I was ordered to towel myself down then rejoin M'Lady and Faith. Now it was my friend's turn and M'Lady told me we had to spend the rest of the night pleasuring Faith before she left us in the morning. It was well into the night when we finally dressed our Mistress and put her to bed before we both retired, exhausted and glowing from the night's activities. We overslept a little and then it was a scramble for Faith to get ready for her new life. M'Lady had ordered the Seamstress to run up a small trunk of new clothes for her and a carriage would come to take her away but she had to dress very quickly. When she was ready, we both entered M'Lady's bedchamber for Faith to say her goodbyes. Even our Mistress was tearful as we all kissed. Faith left me to dress my Mistress as she walked out of my life. We did meet up later but in very different circumstances, as I will relate. "Well, Jane," M'Lady said after I had dressed her, "it's just you now. Come, kiss me." She hugged me close and I flinched because of the painful bruises all the way up and down my back. She immediately released the hug and took my face in her hands as her tongue pushed insistently into my mouth. "Undress, Jane. Let me see how you look." I complied and M'Lady inspected the damage she had inflicted upon me. "You will be sore for a few days, Jane, but you were very brave last night. I will not let my husband have you for a day or two. Now go about your duties." "Yes, M'Lady. Thank you, M'Lady." It was about four days later that M'Lady started menstruating. I was horrified when she ordered me to lick her clean until she reminded me that I liked the taste of my own blood. Although reluctant I touched my tongue to the ooze of blood and tentatively drew my tongue back into my mouth. Not as bad as I thought. I will try some more. Yes I think I like this metallic taste, was my feeling as my mouth closed in on its target. "Oh, that's nice Jane. Why I always want more sex when I'm bleeding, I just don't know, but you may neglect some of your duties because you will be spending much more of your time right where are for a few days. Ah yes, just there girl, harder. I can't wait to taste your blood." Two days later she got her wish when my own bleeding started and, now I had learned the joys of sex, I too felt almost insatiable. We were fortunate in that our times were close together because we could both go on forever. Within a couple of months, our cycles matched exactly. One month we spent four days in her bed doing nothing but pleasing each other, broken only by my visits to Cook for trays of small foodstuffs, like some of Cook's own pork pies, or sausages or a cheeseboard and bread and butter. We hardly slept, we did just about everything that two women can do to each other, always seeking that time out of time when climax merged into climax. Faith was right, this was about as good a position as a serving wench could get. M'Lady did not give me too many tasks, I think M'Lady was a little bit in love with me and I had the temerity to feel the same about her. Lord Barton required me to attend him about three times a week. As well as having his pleasure with me, he sometimes had one of the page boys, whom he liked to bugger join us. I am glad Robin Farrer, the page, also kept his back passage clean because I would have to suck Lord Barton's prick after he had buggered Robin, and I sometimes had to pleasure Robin with my mouth. Robin was as sweet as our master was foul. The only other times I enjoyed my evenings with M'Lord was when I had to beat him. M'Lady knows I enjoy being beaten and it gets her very erotically charged to whip me, and maybe that is why she loves me a little. Sometimes she really lays into me with her horsewhip and I have a climax just from the exquisite pain. So, I thought, one time when M'Lord was telling me to beat him hard, if I can make him climax like that, maybe I would not have to lay with his stinking body on and in me. Therefore, I kept on hitting him as hard as I could. Now I knew why M'Lady liked doing this to me. I watched the welts appear across his back, buttocks and thighs and then, glory be, his body was jerking as his tool was spurting its cream onto the bed covers. I was right, he was too spent to want to use me again so I was dismissed. M'Lady wanted to know why I was so excited when I returned to her chambers so I found myself telling her what had happened, how her husband had spent on the bedclothes when I beat him mercilessly. M'Lady wanted me to tell all the details and I could tell from the juices leaking from her pussy that she was getting very excited too. I finished my tale across her lap while she gave me a really good spanking. When I had finished telling her. She had me retrieve the whip from its drawer then bend over the back of her chair. "I know what we both need, Jane," she whispered before the whipping started. It was amazing that she had a climax, without being touched, at exactly the time of my own. There was an added bonus for me. M'Lord did not send for me so often, only once or twice a week, but after about a month I would have to beat him again. Afterwards, I was usually whipped by M'Lady to the extent that we both climaxed together. Oh, they were lovely, those nights. Chapter 4 Lord Percival Underweir Three times each year, Lord Barton and M'Lady travelled by train to other cities in connection with his business interests and as a holiday for her. Their personal servants travelled with them. Master Johnstone and I would travel in the luggage car to each destination. It was almost a year after I had taken up my position as M'Lady's maid that I was sleeping in the strange servant's quarters on one of the journeys when I was shaken awake by our hosts' housekeeper, told to dress quickly and instructed to follow her. Eventually she knocked on a door and I was ushered in. M'Lady was laying across the bed lasciviously, wantonly naked. Her pussy was open as if she had just been fucked and leaking a cream which I recognised. A strange man, as handsome and comely as I have ever seen, who was also unclothed, was kneeling next to her playing with her breasts, tweaking at her nipples which I knew she loved. "Jane," said M'Lady, "Clean this gentleman's prick with your mouth. Undress first, girl." I stripped quickly and took hold of the man's almost-soft prick and licked the tip for a while then sank my mouth over it. I could taste my mistress on him, and the saltiness of his sperm. It was such a lovely tool, I was enjoying taking it into my mouth and, as it grew hard with my ministrations, I took it into my throat, as I had been forced to do by Lord Barton. But this time I was doing it willingly and the gentleman took hold of my head and fucked my mouth and throat. I was enjoying myself and was disappointed to hear M'Lady say, a little impatiently, "Now come and clean me girl." But I moved from one pleasure to another as I worked assiduously to savour the taste of everything in her pussy. I know she had two climaxes before she was satisfied for the moment and my face was pushed away. All the time I had been pleasuring M'Lady, the gentleman was fondling my breasts, playing with my nipples. He leaned over and whispered something to M'Lady. "Of course you can. Use Jane any way you like. Spank her if you wish: that always gets her excited enough to go wild and willing for anything. It will be interesting for me to watch her reactions." "Thank you Diana," he spoke aloud for the first time. A deep voice which rumbled, the sound seemed to penetrate my flesh, vibrating in my depths. He spoke again, "Jane, that's a pretty name for a pretty wench. Come, let me look at you." Standing, he held my face between his hands and stared at me with his big liquid brown eyes. I felt almost shameless, staring at this very handsome man. I tore my eyes away from his and cast my gaze down but he shook my head gently and raised my face to look at him again. His hair was a deep red, as was the goatee and bushy moustache. The long forehead led down to those intoxicating eyes. He had high cheek bones, an aquiline nose and the generous lips were slightly opened in a smile. Pulling my face to his, he kissed me, so soft and gentle it made my heart melt like ice on the hot stove. We both gasped as he pushed our faces apart. "Indeed, Diana, she is a delectable creature." He seemed just as delectable to my sight and had sparked a fever in me I had never known before. I desperately wanted to kiss him again so, bold as brass, I did. His lips were very mobile and his mouth opened with his tongue starting to probe. I held his tongue between my lips and sucked it hungrily into my mouth as if I were sucking his cock. As we were kissing so passionately, his hands were roaming all over my quivering body, tweaking my sensitive nipples, squeezing and fondling my breasts, brushing lightly over my abdomen, fingers running through my bush then penetrating my slit. I gasped into his mouth when he touched my pleasure button, my body became limp in his arms and he laid me gently on the bed. I welcomed him between my legs, I welcomed his hard tool teasing up and down my pussy lips, I welcomed that tool into my body and had a climax as soon as he thrust himself right into me, stretching my pussy, taking control. He plunged deep in heavenly long, slow strokes repeated endlessly, seemingly touching places never before discovered. He was driving me out of my mind as he speeded up his thrusting, making me squeal aloud with each stroke. I knew he was close to shooting inside me so I tried to squeeze my pussy around his prick until finally he cried out, "Jane, oh Jaannnne ..." as I felt him pump into me and that lit the wildfires coursing through my soul. We clung to each other, gently kissing as we recovered from the intense passions of the past few minutes. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his tool softening in my pussy and felt bereft when it finally left me. I was startled by the touch of a cool hand wiping away the tears of sheer joy from my face. I opened my eyes to see that it was M'Lady hand performing this service. Her eyes glistened with pleasure. Turning them to my lover she said, "That was beautiful and so exciting to watch, Percy." She was on one side of me, he on the other. M'Lady kissed him passionately over my body. He broke the kiss with M'Lady, bent down to kiss me briefly then said in that deep voice, "Jane, I think your Mistress should taste our juices." "Oh no Percy, I won't do that," she cried. He put a finger in my pussy, stirred it around then brought it to M'Lady's lips but she held them clamped shut, refusing him with a shake of her head. Undeterred he bathed her lips with his wet fingers, until she relented and opened her mouth to suck his finger clean. He dipped his fingers in my pussy again and brought them back to her mouth. This time she needed no urging. It seemed she liked the taste after all. Twice, thrice and four times he repeated his actions. Then he smiled at me and told me to sit upon M'Lady's face. Again M'Lady defied him, saying, "No, Percy. She is my servant." "Trust me, Diana," he coaxed, "you like the taste on my fingers, I promise you will enjoy licking her cunt for more of the taste. Jane, sit on her mouth. She wants it but is afraid to admit it." I looked at her to check for her permission but she said neither yea or nay so, urged by the man, I presented my pussy to my Mistress. He spoke truly. Not long after I felt M'Lady's first, tentative, licks, her tongue was penetrating my pussy, performing the service that had been mine to her, as her maid. His smile was mischievous as he asked me, "Jane, you like a spanking, don't you?" "Yes, Sir, I like to be spanked." "Then I'm going to warm your pretty little bottom before I fuck it." That thought set me all-aquiver again as I enjoyed the tongue licking out my pussy with enthusiasm. Then M'Lady made to lick her tongue firmly over my clitoris which propelled me to another climax. As she was coping with the extra flood, he was making free with his hands on my breasts and his mouth on mine. I reached down to feel his prick growing in my hand as I stroked it up and down. As it leaked from the top, I spread his own juice all round, making it slippery in my hand. After many heavenly minutes of this, he decided it was time to spank me so I was bent over the side of the bed as he stroked my bottom, the calm before the storm. M'Lady saw her chance and manoeuvred her body until her cunt was in my face so I started to lap at her juices. Then Percy's hard, horny, hand came down for the first of many times. It was as good a spanking as I had ever had, with soft caresses after every few strikes. He then used his hand and my juices to lubricate his prick and my arse, positioned the hard flesh at my back entrance and pushed right in. Oh, that lovely burning pain as my arse was stretched to accommodate him and he was in full heat as he thrust himself into my arse relentlessly. He gave me two climaxes like this before I felt him give a final deep thrust and hold it there as his sperm pumped my back passage full. When he was finally spent, he presented his softening tool to M'Lady's mouth. She did not hesitate for long before she reached her tongue out to taste then took the tool between her lips and sucked. Well, we three played around until my Master and Mistress were satiated. He had been very persuasive and had M'Lady do things she had never considered before but she always relented and seemed to enjoy whatever he suggested. So it was that I was eventually dismissed. I left them still entangled in a passionate kiss and found my way back to the room I shared with a maid from our hosts' household and pulled the blanket over me as I fell, exhausted, to sleep. I attended M'Lady the next morning to wash and dress her and had to start by using my mouth to bring her to a couple of orgasms before completing my usual tasks. She seemed thoughtful when I served her breakfast and finally said, "Jane, you will join me and Lord Underweir this evening. He finds you very attractive wants you with us again." "Very good, M'Lady," I replied, thrilled with the prospect as I liked him so much. So it was that, as M'Lady walked to Lord Underweir's chambers that evening, I followed her. When we arrived, our host kissed M'Lady first then turned to me, took me in his arms and kissed me deeply and passionately. I hoped my Mistress would not get jealous that he was kissing me much more than he kissed her but she did not seem to mind and soon we three were on the bed naked and setting about the business of giving and receiving pleasure together. This state of affairs continued each evening for about a week until one day M'Lady said I was to go to Lord Underweir's chambers on my own, without her. I had an evening of loving with Percy, as I was instructed to call him and we spent the night in his bed, although we did not get much sleep. The following evening it was M'Lady who went to Lord Percy alone. She returned to her own rooms at the end of the evening and, as I prepared her for bed, she kept looking intently at me with an enigmatic smile playing about her lips. After M'Lady broke her fast, a page arrived and asked M'Lady if I would attend Lord Underweir so she instructed me to go to him. Little did I know that my life would be turned upside down in the next few minutes but I knew something was different when he told me to sit with him. He took my hands in his and just simply asked me to marry him. His proposal, coming out of nowhere like that, caused me to swoon. I came round in his arms to see the concerned look on his face as he stared down at me. He sat me upright again and said, "Well Jane, what do you say? Will you marry me?" M'Lord, how can I marry you, I am a simple serving wench, a lady's maid." "If you say 'Yes', Lady Diana will teach you how to be a Lady. We will all talk about it shortly and arrange how this is to be done." I stared at the man, saw the love in his eyes and realised that I was deeply in love with him. "Yes, M'Lord, I will marry you, if you can make it possible." His put a finger to my lips. "Not M'Lord, Jane. I am Percy and you must call me so." "Yes, Percy." He took me into his arms once again, kissed me thoroughly then we both returned to M'Lady's chambers. Over tea, we discussed how I could be introduced to him officially. I did not have much to add to the conversation, still wondering about this momentous change in my life. Soon they had a basic plan laid out. Diana, as I was told to call M'Lady, would teach me the ways of an English lady. I was to have basic schooling and various tutors to coach me in all the skills I would need. Percy would provide me with a complete new wardrobe which would befit my new status. We spent the whole morning making plans for my future. I think Diana was as excited as I was at the prospect of taking me under her tutelage. We all had lunch together and then Percy left us to take care of his business. Chapter 5 Mistress Jane Now Diana (I still felt uncomfortable calling her that) and I talked about our return to Barton Court. She would introduce me to our neighbours and her friends as a distant cousin and install me in the suite next to hers. When Diana thought I was ready, I would be introduced to Percy as her cousin. There would be a long courtship as my training progressed until, finally, we would be wedded and I would become Jane, Lady Underweir. Lord Barton was, naturally, acquainted with Diana's plans and guffawed loud and long when he was first told. He was amused by the whole affair and, give him his due, he never again treated me as his wife's maidservant except the second day after we arrived back at Barton Court, he asked me - asked, not ordered - to attend him and give him one final thrashing 'for old time's sake' as he said. Robin was there, too, and Lord Barton was buggering him while I turned M'Lord's arse black and blue before he finally ejaculated into Robin's back passage. M'Lord actually thanked me and wished me well for the future. The promised suite adjoining Diana's was made available to me and I was given a small wardrobe of some of Diana's clothes to see me through until Percy's wardrobe came. I felt so strange in M'Lady's - no, Diana's - gowns but they fit me with just a little adjustment. Lord Barton summoned me and Diana to his office then rang the bell for Johnstone to attend. He was informed of my change of status. Johnstone was to instruct the whole household staff that there should be no gossip about my change of status but that I was to be treated with the same respect Lady Diana commands. She was to have a new maidservant and one would also be allocated to me. Johnstone had a twinkle in his eye for me as he left to carry out M'Lord's instructions. My final task for Diana would be to train her new maid, as I would also have to train my own girl. Lord Barton insisted that either or both new girls should also be available to him when he so required. It was I who suggested that Eleanor, who was currently working in the linen room, might suit Diana's needs. She had the sort of figure Lady Diana preferred and she had a happy nature. My choice for myself was Annie, a pretty girl just turned eighteen with a sweet disposition and comely body and who had shared my room when Faith became Diana's maid. Annie had also been with me in the still room I had left just over a year ago. I joined Diana in her chambers as Johnstone was instructed to bring the two girls to us.