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Tiny Coercive Ch. 02

By: Reavantwo



Master's Bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Kitchen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Kitchen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you think you must do now?"

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

"She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, meeting the hairy mound as it settled and wiggled on her face. Hot and cold chills flooded throughout her body, as she attempted to imitate what the madam had done to her; kissing, sucking and licking anything her madam's movements centered on her mouth. She heard loud moans and felt her breasts being squeezed hard. Her hands were guided by Sandra to the madam's fleshy cheeks, while whispering to dig her fingers into and caress the soft flesh. The madam's moans encouraged her to lick and kiss passionately, knowing she was doing something right. She squeezed her fingers into her flesh as the madam began to moan sporadically.

Then she stopped moving and pressed her vagina down hard on her mouth. Olivia poked her tongue into the moist orifice, exploring the inside as the madam groaned loud and long. She then got off, flopping hard on her back next to Olivia, gasping for breath. Sandra encouraged Olivia to caress the madam gently, easing her down from her high until her breathing slowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pantry

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

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

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


Tiny Coercive Ch. 02



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

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

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

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

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

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

The image mesmerized her, made her heart pound, sending fiery twinges into her crotch; then suddenly her expression turned severe and the cane flashed in and out of the image. That didn't scare her; she was determined to be good and obey the madam's orders, work hard on her chores. The cane was only a reminder, it couldn't be an omen? Irresistibly drawn to the image she squeezed the plug harder, intensifying the vision; that face, those eyes penetrating her soul, that demanding yet tender smile, that enticing tongue.

The image faded and closed in on her vagina, thighs spread wide as before above her head, pelvis twisting and jerking temptingly, clitoris and labia glistening with spittle, her own; then back to her lips, then only her lips being moistened by that tongue licking, licking, licking. She wetted her own lips, gasping for breath;desperately wanting to lick and be licked. Letting go of the plug, she squeezed her thighs together, palming her vagina, penetrating with a finger, gasping in frustration, tossing wildly from side to side.

"What's wrong Olivia? Are you hurting?" Sandra had entered unnoticed.

"I...I...I was dreaming, I...I think," she stammered breathlessly. Sandra, do, do you...do you believe in magic, do you Sandra?"

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

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

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

"Is the madam a real witch Sandra?"

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

"Doesn't servile mean slave?"

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

"Yes, when I touch the plug; I do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"After the first time, I made love to her and then she caned me again."

"You licked her and she rewarded you with more pain?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really Sandra! Pose?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But it rang in the kitchen."

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

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

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

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

"Oh Sandra I posed for hours I think."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course Sandra, anything she wants."

The Kitchen

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

"Yes wench what is it?"

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

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

"There get back to your chores wench."

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

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

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

Drawing Room

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

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




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"Suck on this wench, make it nice and wet." She opened her mouth and covered the pole with saliva, totally confused. She was then ordered to lie down on an ottoman and spread her legs. The madam mounted her, fitting the pole to her vagina and then slowly pushed it in. She gasped, feeling a little pain at first but soon it became pleasurable, this was like her ladle-handle just a little larger with that strange knob. "Rock your body wench show me you like it."

The madam barely had to tell her; she embraced her madam as she stroked her slowly at first. Olivia climaxed again and again, until the madam stopped and pulled out, rolling off her "What do you think this looks like wench; have a good look at it." She stared at the pleasurable item, thoughtfully shaking her head.

"It's a carved wooden pole madam."

"So you have never seen anything like it?"

"No madam...never!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued

Reavan



Tiny Coercive Ch. 03



The Pantry

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

"Oh Sandra, I feel so good now."

"You don't feel the pain."

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

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

"Like, is not the word Sandra."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean `not aroused'?"

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

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

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

Daily Sessions

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pantry

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's nice Olivia, really nice."

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

"I do have sex with the master sweetie."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hem...do all masters make their servant girls have sex with them?"

"Well maybe not all but I think most of them do."

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

"Kind of but not in a church; the master performs the ceremony himself."

"So if he wants to do it to me; I have no choice about it?"

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

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

"Why do you say that?"

"He hasn't performed the ceremony."

"Why? Do you want him to?"

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

Sandra kissed her warmly and slid a hand between her thighs. Olivia spread wide thrusting her pelvis to meet the finger, moaning expectantly and then closed them tightly, cooing as the finger penetrated. Oh Sandra that feels so good" She climaxed and grasped Sandra's hand sucking on the wet finger. They relaxed for a while as many thoughts flashed through Olivia's mind "Sandra, what is the ceremony like?"

"That I'm not allowed to tell you; it's an intimate ritual when a master takes a servant wife; the act itself is your personal memory for life. No servant wench must ever know the details ahead of time. If you did go through it, you couldn't even tell me. "

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

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

"Throbbing! Sandra, what do you mean?"

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

"Squeeze...with your vagina? What do you mean?"

"That takes practice I'll teach you sometime...if you need it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What does it taste like Sandra, bad?"

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

"What if you spill some?"

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

"Does he get angry then?"

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

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

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

"The master doesn't cane you?"

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

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

"What? Have sex with you?"

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

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

"Would she get angry and cane me?"

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

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

"Why do you ask that?"

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

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

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

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

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

"How did you come to this house Sandra?"

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

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

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

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

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

"And you became his servant wife."

"Of course Olivia, that's his privilege; I'm his servant."

"You didn't have sex with the madam then?"

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

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

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

The Kitchen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes madam I understand."

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

Two Bells

"Let your hair down Olivia."

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

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

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

"I'm ready Sandra."

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

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

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

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

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

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

More than Two Bells

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

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

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

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




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Four Bells

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

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

"Why do you say that sweetie?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

feet all around, one foot and then the other; then after making her grasp her ankles pulling her legs wide, he did her calves; the back and inside of her thighs, sucking, lightly chewing, licking and kissing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Tiny Coercive Ch. 03



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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Reavan