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Maid In America

By: Smokey125



SS49: "Maid In America" 

*** 

March 20th, 12:15 p.m. 

Madison Roschfeld rang her bell. 

"Miss Magnusson!" she called. "Tea time!" 

Recently hired Karin Eva Magnusson hastily put the finishing preparations on the tea for her socialite mistress and her guests. She couldn't afford to keep them waiting. Finally, she placed the saucers on the tray and the cups on the saucers. 

"Coming, Madame!" she called back. ...Just give me a few förbaskade moments, please, she silently added to herself. 

She straightened out her clothing, dried any visible perspiration from her face, and picked up the tray. 

Barely thirty seconds later, the bell rang again. 

"Today, please, Miss Magnusson!" came Madame Roschfeld's impatient voice. 

"Yes, Madame! Coming!" Keep your jäkla cranky-pants on, Your Prada-wearing Highness... 

Balancing haste with care, Karin made her way to the tea room. She took a breath to compose herself and pushed the door open. 

"Your tea, Madame, ladies." 

"Well," commented Madison, as Karin toted the tray and set the cups down. "I see Miss Magnusson has deigned to serve us." 

Karin blinked a few times and literally swallowed her anger over the way her employer treated her. Sometimes she hated this job, but the compensation and accommodations were amazing. So she put up with the verbal abuse by focusing on the pros. 

She finished placing the cups and withdrew the tray. 

"Please forgive me for having kept you vaiting. Vill there be anything else then, Madame?" she asked. 

Madison turned up her thankless expression to meet Karin's, saying nothing for just a moment. 

"...No." 

Karin nodded and curtsied. "Very good then, tack ska ni ha. Enjoy, ladies." 

She wasn't out the door five seconds before the bell rang again. "Miss Magnusson!" 

Sigh. Back in she came. 

"Yes, Madame?" she smiled sweetly. 

Madison gestured to one of her friends. "Miss Ashlyn has had a tiny spill." 

"Oh, of course, Madame," said Karin, whipping a small dish towel from the waist hem of her outfit. "I'll get that taken care of for you right avay." She cleaned the spill and was again dismissed to continue her duties. She kept on her mask of polite cheeriness in the ladies' company and dropped it as soon as she stepped back out. She swore, sometimes she honestly believed her boss created these "accidents" intentionally, solely to add to her workload. It was all but impossible to put anything past her. 

Karin was 22, from Sweden, and had been working for Madison Roschfeld for three and a half months thus far. When she met and originally began working for her, she hadn't gotten such a hostile vibe from her at all, but then again, Madison had not been the person interviewing her for the position; it was one of her assistants. She thought herself astonishingly lucky to have even been considered for this job, let alone hired. She'd won it through simple honesty and merit. She'd always been an extreme stickler for cleanliness and settled for none less. And she'd been performing tasks of maintenance and other upkeep for friends, relatives and neighbors since her teens. She was a qualified choice, so there was obviously no ulterior motive or favoritism going on here. 

Upon being hired, she wasn't sure if she caught Madison on a good day or what, but the dame welcomed her with open arms. The open arms were figurative, but warm and receiving. Madison Roschfeld was a wealthy heiress and socialite who traveled through only the upper crust of the status circles. She was famous for keeping stellar company. Her gatherings were lavish and extravagant. Her home was a luxurious villa bordering the countryside and city outskirts. Everything about her radiated power. Employment under the governing eye of Madame Roschfeld was quite a step up for a simple middle-class maiden from Stockholms län, Sverige. 

Over her first weeks, her experience, expertise and attention to detail served well. After one month, Madison decided Karin was ready to handle a party. It was an evening that made her quite nervous, but she concentrated, kept cool, did her best, and delivered. Guests were very pleased with her tending to them. Madison informed her she'd be rewarded for her competence with an additional week of paid vacation, but only after her first full year of employment. Well, Karin figured, it was something to look forward to. 

After the first month, however, Madison's cordiality towards her quickly wore off. It seemed Madison had been welcoming and benevolent to her the first four weeks in order to build Karin's trust and confidence in her before she began treating her like the everyday riffraff commoner she was. No more Miss Nice Madame. Karin was still in employ to cater to Madison's and her guests' needs at the parties, but the more time she invested in this fledgling career, the more it appeared she was carelessly pushed about, shoved aside and walked all over. Figuratively, of course, but her feelings were soon equally battered. 

About a month and a half in, Karin was brought abreast of the inside joke amongst the help that what Madame Roschfeld needed most was actually to get laid. The quip went hand in hand with the companion gossip that Madison happened to be a particularly uptight, chaste, prudish woman, with whom they'd practically never seen a gentleman caller. Between the lot of them, they didn't even know for sure if she enjoyed the company of men or of women. She didn't like her employees to do so much as flirt with one another while in her home. But they were certain that if she could just get herself a little action, she'd definitely loosen up and cut everyone a bit of slack here and there. One wouldn't think it such an arduous task, especially for Madison, but perhaps it was just her inalterable choice. Rather unfortunate for the slaves—er, servants—Madame Roschfeld held in her employ. 

Of course, while on the clock, Karin was expected still to behave and carry on her duties with only the utmost politeness and professionalism. It went without saying that any negative attitude shown towards Madison or her friends would not be rewarded. And so Karin was compelled to find other outlets through which to take out her aggression. One of them was sports. On the hobby side of her life, Karin had always been athletic. She enjoyed softball, soccer—o.k.a. football in her beloved native homeland—and especially swimming. Karin loved to swim. She absolutely adored the water. Along with the other help, she lived here in Madison's enormous villa, and during her time off while being relieved by her fellow maids and helpers, her perks included complimentary use of the villa's swimming pools, both indoor and outdoor—weather permitting, of course. So although resentment lingered over the way she'd been regarded lately, Karin was able to stroke, kick, and doggy-paddle her frustrations away. 

Still, this anger management technique worked better some times than others. But overall, Karin Magnusson remained a happy, optimistic person by nature, who could bear a little bossing around in exchange for an otherwise very lush, cushy, cozy living. While not on duty, she was permitted off the grounds for as long as she liked, and could bring home whatever material possessions desired. She was simply responsible for returning home ready to work at her assigned time. Technically, she could also get away with taking home her own guests, plausibly, but this was liable to be frowned upon without proper consent from Madame Roschfeld. 

But if the truth be told, what made Karin Magnusson happiest at this stage of her life was, in her eyes, a tremendous privilege in and of itself. She got to be, to reside and work, in the United States of America. She viewed it as the greatest country in the world and dreamed of living here as a child. When she turned 20, her dream came true. The first things she wanted to do upon arriving were to wear a stars-and-stripes T-shirt, see a baseball game while scarfing down a hot dog and follow it with a healthy helping of apple pie. 

She spent her first few months in the U.S.A. settling in her new home with her folks, putting down roots, and advertising her talents and acumen as a housekeeping professional. Before she knew it, an entire year and a half passed. One day she heard through a friend that the wealthy and prestigious Madison Roschfeld was looking for a new maid. She leapt at the opportunity. Well, she didn't exactly leap. She...tippy-toed. She was nervous dialing for an appointment to interview. But four months later, here she was. 

She'd made acquaintances with the others, but not exactly friends. When an employee of Madison's was taken onboard, he or she wasn't just automatically accepted into the club-like camaraderie among the veteran employees. The rookie had to earn his or her membership into their offerings of friendship—their powwows, card games—with performance and resilience. It seemed bizarre to Karin that as more time was spent under Madison's employ, her fellow service professionals grew more affable and amiable towards her, while Madison grew frostier and more aloof. Oh well, she thought, she wasn't being paid to make friends, and she supposed she couldn't do so with everyone. She wanted as many as possible to like her, but some simply wouldn't, for any number of reasons. 

She broke out her dish rag and wood milk to resume her tasks, polishing the furniture, as another servant made her way through. 

"God dag, Gabby," Karin greeted, balancing her tone with just the right mix of politeness and bubbly cheer. Gabby nodded. 

"Karin." It was the first time Karin could remember Gabby calling her by her first name. She considered it a step forward. She smiled. Things were looking up. Then she heard the bell again. 

Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling! "Miss Magnusson!" 

Sigh. "Coming, Madame!" 

*** 

March 20th, 7:43 p.m. 

Karin's workday had ended a couple of hours ago. She circled laps in the indoor pool on the ground floor, which she normally had more or less to herself. And she couldn't deny liking it. She thought of these moments as hers, her own personal alone time. She spent it unwinding, pondering her most philosophical thoughts, swimming away all her tension and stress. Being submerged in the refreshing, rejuvenating water made her feel so fantastic, just so...alive. When she swam, there was nothing she couldn't handle. 

The pool door opened. Sandals shuffled along the tile floor until being slipped off and temporarily discarded. 

It was Linny Cardell, a fellow blonde maid and resident of the Roschfeld Manor. A seasoned veteran at 25, she'd been under Madison Roschfeld's care and employ a full six years. She was proficient at her job and had seniority over just about everyone taking vocation in the villa. And while her level of experience commanded respect from the rest of the help, she never wielded it over their heads or condescended to them. She and Karin had the pleasure of meeting only a scant few brief times. Linny was about as nice and sweet as they came, but due to this such tiny margin of being acquainted, Karin didn't even notice. If the truth be told, Linny was not the first fellow staff member to whom she'd been introduced. And she had become pretty accustomed to the others' stoic attitude towards her, the new kid in town. Their indifference and apathy blinded her of Linny's sweet disposition. 

Linny, for her part, very much enjoyed meeting Karin. As a matter of fact, she wished to get to know her better. Much better. 

A warm sensation tingled inside her as she watched Karin cover the circumference of the pool, oblivious at the moment to her presence. She smiled, lowered herself to the floor and dipped her toes in the water, getting her feet figuratively and literally wet. 

From the moment they'd been introduced, Linny had begun fostering a crush. And crushes did not come easy to her. She'd always been very picky with potential mates. She'd had bad experiences as a teen, and learned not to let just anyone close to her heart. But time soothed her wounds to the point that she felt ready to open back up. This determination was reinforced by one quick visual assessment of Karin Eva Magnusson. She was the most irrefutably gorgeous woman Linny ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. She bode her time waving her feet, wiggling her toes, until Karin made her way back around to the area of the pool where she sat. 

Karin slowed her strokes as she noticed the pair of dangling gams greeting her at the edge. "...Oh." 

Linny smiled with a wave. "Hi, Karin!" 

"Oh, hello..." Karin greeted, treading. She was a bit embarrassed, unable to retrieve the name of this gal who clearly knew her. 

"...Um...oh, gosh, you're...vait, don't tell me..." 

She mentally toiled on it a few moments, but try as she might, the name wouldn't come. 

"...All right, tell me." 

"I'm Linny. Linny Ann Cardell. We do some of the same duties." 

"Oh! Of course, of course," nodded Karin. "Vell, uh...hi, Linny...vhat's up?" 

"Oh," Linny gave an idle wave of the hand. "...I...just thought I'd have a dip. I didn't know anyone would be here," she coyly lied. 

"Oh, I see. Vell, I vas just about to take a little break. If you'd like, you can have the pool to yourself for a vhile." 

"Oh, no, please, that won't be necessary!" said Linny. "...Perhaps we can share." 

Karin shrugged, oblivious to Linny's amorous motives. "I'm game if you are." 

A very happy Linny slid the rest of her body down into the heated chlorinated water. "Ooooh, it feels good!" she chortled. 

Karin tilted her body backwards 90° until she was motionlessly floating horizontally on her back. 

"It alvays feels good," she contentedly sighed to Linny, hearing now compromised with her ears underwater. "It's so soothing." 

Linny watched her float. She couldn't deny a certain measure of intrigue, watching this chick on whom she'd held a rapidly growing infatuation, clad in only her swimsuit, innocently, tranquilly gliding across the surface of the pool, not a care in the world. Eyes gently closed, she looked so serene, so ever at peace. Linny was sure the girl had no idea of her feelings for her. 

She reveled in the girl's splendor: the way the traces of water ran back down her silky soft skin, her curvaceous starfish pose, her shapely magnificence radiating from the tips of her adorable little piggy toes to the tip of her perfectly straight-edged nose. And all the delectable eye candy that lay between. Her plush ruby lips, her swanlike neck, her slender arms, her petite hands and fingers down to the almond-shaped pink-polished nails, her fabulously bobbing spheres, her rising and falling belly, her ever so slightly jutting hips, her lovely legs splayed at a 30° angle, and finally her daintily relaxed tootsies submerged to the heels. 

Oh, please let her like girls too, Linny silently, longingly prayed, trying to fight off the irresistibly tempting urge to playfully tickle her toes. I swear I don't usually ask for very much, but just please, please, please grant me the possibility that she might feel the same way about me. Just the possibility. That's all I ask. I've been a good girl. I deserve this. 

Karin's eyes opened as she felt the tingly sensation ride down the sole of her left foot. 

"Eee!" she exclaimed in a startled giggle, drawing her foot back. Linny immediately blushed as Karin raised her head. 

"Linny?...V—...vas that you?" 

Oh, dear. Which answer would serve as her better option? The evasive one?... 

Oh, was it? Excuse me, Karin, I was floating too, and I guess my finger accidentally touched your foot. 

...Or the honest one? 

Oh, was it? Excuse me, Karin, I...just...uh...find you devastatingly attractive and beguiling, and I felt the unignorable urge to just...touch you somehow, and at the same time, I happen to have a particularly goofy, somewhat naughty sense of humor, and-and, I...I just couldn't help it, I just had to find out if you, eh...y'know...might be a little...well...ticklish. 

Karin was staring curiously at her. Linny forced herself to make words. Any answer was better than no answer at all. 

"Oh, was it?...Um...excuse me, Karin, I...I-I'm sorry, I just...it-it was an accident." 

She immediately regretted the fib as soon as it left her mouth. Not only was it not an accident, this "explanation" sounded pitiful. 

Karin nodded. "Oh, that's okay, Lin. You just caught me off-guard. I'm extremely ticklish. Extremely. Honest, no kidding, you hold me down and just go crasy on me, I'll tell you every secret I've ever had in my life," she chuckled. 

She was joking, but her allure for Linny suddenly multiplied tenfold. 

"You don't say...y'know, Kare, you may have just shared the wrong secret with me." 

Karin giggled again. "Uh-oh," she played along. 

Okay. Well, that started a little awkward, but we got out of it. Let's see, how else might we be able to move this along... 

"You know, we haven't really had a chance to get to know each other very well," offered Linny. 

"Vell, I'm a pretty open person. I'm alvays up for possibly making a new friend...then again, who isn't?" 

Hmm...friend, huh? Well, all right. I guess I don't mind being friends for a while first. 

"Oh, cool. Well, uh...where shall we start?" 

Karin darted her eyes back and forth across the ceiling in thought. "Vell, you know my name, my job, vhere I live..." 

Linny chuckled. "Yeah, same two outta three as me." 

"Vhat else do you vanna know?" 

What do I wanna know? I wanna know if you think you might love me one day. I wanna know if you'd consider running away with me to a faraway island where we could leave all this behind and just be together forever, nourishing one another with only the fruit of our endless devotion and love, bound for only a lifetime of happiness together beneath the eternal starlit nights—... 

Whoa! Good God, Linny, cool it! Lucky thing she can't read our mind. Slow the hell down, girl! At least get to know the doll first! 

"Uh, hmm...oh, I know. Where are you from originally? I love your accent." 

"Oh, vhy, thank you! Tack så mycket! I'm from Sveden, a little part of Stockholm called Huddinge." 

"Oh, wow, that's awesome! Gosh, I'd love to see Sweden sometime," said Linny, casting the line, dropping a small hint. 

"It's very beautiful, yes. And very cold. But I love it here even more. America is my home now." 

"Oh. Huh. Well, y'know, I've lived here all my life. I guess that's why I'd like to explore other parts of the world. Grass is always greener, y'know. I guess at this point America's a little...I dunno, ordinary and dull to me now." 

"Oh, nonsense!" Karin said, raising her head to look her in the face. "You're so lucky, Linny! You should cherish your homeland! I cherish mine too, but America's just so magnificent! So much tradition, history, culture! I feel so fortunate I've been able to make my own place in this vunderful nation! Believe me, I vouldn't trade my Svedish life for anything, but Herre Gud allsmäktig!" 

Wow...she obviously feels much stronger about this than I realized. Maybe I should heed her advice. 

"Well, I mean, that's certainly true too," Linny agreed. "I guess...I dunno, I guess it just seems to me that Americans are...well, they sorta give off this...'cooler-than-thou' image. If that makes sense. They seem kinda lackadaisical. At least in my experience. Like they think they're...'too good' for certain things or something. Especially younger people. I mean, they...they act uninterested in things, or...or in other people, 'cause they think it makes them look hip or whatever. Like...they laugh at horror movies. They use sarcasm for amusement. If something doesn't utterly blow their minds, they just criticize it. They're uptight about sex. If you're not a prude, you're a slut. And vice versa. I..." She shrugged. "...I guess it's not the country itself that disconcerts me, it's more the population." 


Maid In America



Karin nodded, taking in what she was saying. "Vell, that sounds fair. I can understand that." 

"Yeah, I mean, I've never been outside the U.S., but thanks to the Internet, I've met people from all over the world. Not in person, but we've Skype'd and stuff like that, and...and...there's something just so...refreshing about them. About people in other parts of the world. They seem so hospitable. And so friendly! About nine out of ten of them told me if I ever got a chance to travel, and come see them, I was welcome to stay with them, as long as I liked! And a lot of them also said that when Americans come to their countries, they're received like heroes over there! It..." She laughed. "...It almost made my head spin." 

Karin had stopped floating midway through Linny's monologue, rotating back to standing position to listen more attentively. 

"I can't argue vith you on that," she told her. "Ve do proudly open our homes and lands to outsiders, and consider them friends. Although some kind Americans I've met have offered me similar courtesies as vell. Maybe I met some of the exceptional vuns." 

Or maybe it's because you're a mega-fox. 

"...Would it...would it be too nosy of me to ask if you've started seeing anyone since you came here?" 

Karin coyly shook her head. "No. It vouldn't." 

Linny waited, but all Karin offered beyond this was a smirk. Karin was going to make her come out and ask her point blank. 

"...Okay. Soooo...may I then?" 

"Yes. You may." 

Oh, Karin was enjoying toying with her like this. She seemed aware this was tricky for Linny to do skillfully, and also seemed amused watching Linny wriggle her way through it. Perhaps she already sensed Linny liked her. And if this was true, then it didn't really matter if Linny managed to ask her the question or not. If the girl was single, outstanding. It she wasn't—or if she was just straight...well...Linny'd figure out some other way to...go on living. 

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Lin. There are plenty of lovely fish out there in the sea who'd love to get you in their radar. You are quite a catch yourself. Besides, what's the rush? Take your time. Enjoy the conversation. Flirt a little. See if she flirts back. 

"Okay. I just wanted to know if it would be too nosy. Thanks." 

"You're velcome." 

Karin smiled back. The Swedish girl's game was deep. But Linny enjoyed playing. She kept up the coy act, engaging in a bit of impish byplay. She turned away as if something suddenly made her shy, and slowly returned only her eyes and a tiny smile. Karin countered by effortlessly sticking her tongue out at her. Linny let out a small gasp. 

"How dare you stick that out unless you intend to use it," she boldly but delicately admonished. 

Well, that was a giveaway. She had shown her hand. Her cards were on the table now. How would Karin react? 

"Like this, that's how." 

To her utter charm, Karin repeated the gesture. Linny felt a tingle of happiness play her spine like a xylophone. 

"Why, Miss Karin..." she chirped, feigning naïve ignorance. "...Are you flirting with me?" 

Karin narrowed her eyes and broadened her sultry smile. "You tell me." 

Linny's heart rate doubled. That was a definitive "YES!" if ever she'd heard one. Oh, she was starting to become very happy she'd come down here to the pool this evening. 

"I dunno," cooed Linny, mirroring the nuances of the Swedish girl's eyes and lips. "Why don't you tell me." 

Karin reached out a hand and flicked the water, giving Linny a light, mischievous splash in the face. 

"Ah—he-ey!" Linny splashed back. 

"Hey yourself." Splash. Splash. Splash-splash-splash. 

"I think you are," Linny declared, raising her voice to be heard above the splashes. "And I could prove it, too. I could make you tell me. You already told me your weakness." She leered roguishly at her. "I could tickle it outta ya." 

Karin abruptly stopped splashing. Linny thought she was on to something. Then appeared the simple, inscrutable smirk again. 

"You have to catch me first." 

She submerged, kicked off the side, and began rapidly swimming away. 

Linny giggled, relishing this game. "Hey!" she playfully protested. "Come back here!" 

She splashed after, giving chase in hot pursuit, but unaware of just how quick a swimmer Karin Magnusson was. The girl from Stockholm had been in and out of the water practically her whole life. With her skill set, she could begin a second career as a fish. It was like a sighted game of Marco Polo, thereby defeating the purpose, but it mattered not. She eluded Linny with ease, at each lunge the predatory princess made towards her, until both began to lose energy. 

Linny slowed down to catch her breath. 

"Okay, Speedy McSpeederson," she panted. "You win. Keep it to yourself whether you're flirting with me or not." 

Karin drifted closer. "Vell, perhaps this vill answer your kvestion," she murmured. She took Linny's hand in a curtsy motion, ever so softly kissed it, and caressed her own cheek with it. Linny was utterly enchanted. Charmed yet further was she to hear Karin say— 

"Efter vår första dejt kommer du få reda på." 

With that, she swam to the edge, turned back to Linny just a moment, flashed her a smoky smile...and winked. 

"...What's that mean?" 

Karin's smile broadened ear to ear. 

"You'll find out after our first date." 

*** 

March 20th, 9:58 p.m. 

Linny Cardell could not believe how magically her impromptu evening spent with Miss Karin Magnusson had turned out. She obviously too liked her enough to wish to go out with her one day. She was filled with such happiness and excitement she didn't know how she would ever fall asleep tonight. She did, however, have one technique that usually proved quite effective. 

Unless a social gathering was going on, Madame Madison Roschfeld normally put herself to bed relatively early, most nights sometime between 10:00 and 11:00. As a result, she tended also to rise early, which, because of her rather demanding nature, compelled her first-shift servants to get themselves up and at it equally timely. Linny, a morning-shifter, wasn't the quickest to fall to sleep, and oftentimes wished their prestigious lady of the manor stayed up a bit later herself, thereby affording Linny and the others an extra while to sleep in. Tonight, conversely, she welcomed Madison's early bedtime. 

Normally on off nights, she sat in her room until sleepy-time, and engaged in non-stimulating activities, such as reading, thinking peaceful thoughts, and enjoying a nice, refreshing glass of water. Tonight, once again, she had something different in mind. 

Regardless of standard set shift times, Madison was known nonetheless for her propensity to beckon any servant at random to perform any personal task for her, up to and including putting her to bed at night, tucking her in, and wishing her sweet dreams, as if she were a child. In some ways, technically, she remained from her early years a spoiled kid. She had, after all, been born with a proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. She could be difficult, but the amenities that came with the job made up for it. 

Privacy was a simple, commonsense privilege that came with living in someone else's home, and so the servants were permitted to shut and lock their doors while not actively on duty. And Madison had made it crystal clear that no one—not even she herself—was allowed to go through anyone else's things without consent. In addition, each bedroom was equipped with a ventilation fan for the purpose of noise elimination, and a modest-sized television set equipped with all the goodies, bells and whistles. Aside from this, each looked after her or his own comfort. They were within their rights to visit one another and spend a little time just hanging out, again, when off the clock. There were more than enough beds and bedrooms for them all, and so spending the night together was frowned upon as a rule, but would not necessarily result in automatic termination of employment. 

Linny wasn't planning to have any overnight guests this evening—although, just to hypothetically amuse herself, should Karin show up at her door and ask her to snuggle with her in bed together, there was no way in heaven or hell she was turning her down. 

Instead, she made sure her fan was on, door secured shut, tippy-toed back to the bed, feeling a sensation of mischief—even though she wasn't doing anything wrong—and slid open one of the bedside drawers which lined the box spring all around. This compartment served as her "toy" chest. She rummaged before locating the plaything she wanted. She shut the drawer, plugged the fortuitously extra long cord into the wall socket, tossed it on the mattress, took off her clothes, and deposited them in her hamper. 

Linny didn't ordinarily spend a wealth of time doing this. She found that if she pleasured herself too often, it began to lose some of its amazing appeal, and she obviously wanted it to be as special and lovely as it could. After this evening, however, even should she up the frequency, she didn't imagine any amount of self-love lacking the exquisite design she so craved. She was so happy. She didn't want to rush, but was too excited not to. She fetched her sleep mask from the headbar, slipped it over her eyes, and crawled in. 

She stretched, loosening herself up, rolled her head back around her shoulders to get the cricks out, and laid her hands on herself. 

She began with some soft massaging, light caresses and pinches to warm herself up. She preferred to do this sightless, as she had a wonderful sexual imagination. She actually enjoyed Sapphic pornography, and she happened to be one of the few lesbians who loved girl-on-girl tickling porn. She understood it was mainly tailored by and for gents, yet something about it spoke fluently to her twisted, kink-ridden side. And she couldn't explain why, but tickling had always been just about her favorite thing on Earth. She loved it. She sadistically adored the kinky bondage, turning the playful fun into excruciating torture. She relished the contrast between the tied-up "ticklee," often vulnerably naked, effortlessly easy access to each and every weak point on her flesh. She couldn't resist how wild the victim went once those predatory fingers, feathers, brushes, wrought merciless havoc on her exposed, bare pussy. She utterly delighted in the desperate torment the restrained naked girl was forced through as she helplessly guffawed, trying frantically to wrench herself from the bonds, but to no avail. She melted with torrid desire at the evil grin on the face of the cruel tickler. How she longed to be under her ruthless control. Linny was a born submissive. It lit her up like wildfire. 

Well, now she had a could-be playmate with whom to live out tickle fantasy scenarios, if only in her mind. She and Karin had met previously, but yet unaware if her fancy might be returned, the prospect of putting Karin in her fantasies held no allure before. 

Now was a different story. She teased herself, rubbing and inching closer and closer each second to her pussy before pulling back again. Simultaneously, she put her imagination to work, retrieving one of her kinkier mental stories and opening it up. 

In high school, Linny'd been a cheerleader. Sometimes she missed it a bit. She also wished as a girl she'd been allowed to actually play school sports. She enjoyed sports in general and also happened to be a particularly keen fan of the WWE wrestling Divas. It wasn't in the proverbial cards for her at the time, but this made grown-up cheer camp—where she considered going on vacation from her job—an ideal setting for a sexual scenario. She enjoyed being innocent and submissive, so she placed herself in this position. She got zero vibes from Karin in the veins of dominance, malice or malevolence, but she could pretend... 

It's morning. Linny awakens slowly and goes to rub her eyes, only to find that she cannot move her arms. 

A further examination of her situation reveals that she can neither move her legs. What's more, she is naked. She lies completely nude on the bed in her room at cheer camp. Oblivious to whatever is going on, she begins to panic. She whips her frantic gaze back and forth at the ties holding her hands and feet in place at the bed corners. She lies sprawled on her back in the shape of an 'x'. 

Less than a clue what's happening, Linny's heart jumps a beat at the next her senses detect. Her eyes dart to the turning doorknob as she hears her door being opened. She gasps in fright. 

The door opens to reveal none other than the cheer camp coach herself— 

Karin Magnusson. 

Linny's eyes widen in fright as Karin gasps herself at what she sees. 

"Vhy, Miss Linny Cardell! Just vhat do you think you're doing naked in your bed like this?!" she demands in outrage. 

More frightened than she can remember being in she doesn't even know how long, Linny meekly stutters, shaking her head. 

"I-I-I-I-I...I don't know!" she exclaims helplessly. "I honestly don't know! I...I have no idea! I just woke up like this a minute ago!" 

Karin crosses her arms, authoritatively tapping her foot on the floor. 

"I don't know vhat you're up to here, young lady, but if this is your idea of a joke, you've got another thing coming." 

Linny is close to tears. "I...I...I swear, Miss Karin!" she weeps in humiliation and fear. "Someone did this to me! I didn't do it!" 

Karin inches on her splayed body. 

"Are you trying to tell me..." she asks ominously, "...That you had nothing to do vith this?" 

Linny nods. "Y—...yes! I-I mean, no! Yes, I had nothing to do with it! I didn't!" 

Karin's icy glare penetrates Linny's trembling body into paralyzing dread. 

"Vell, I simply don't see how that's possible, Linny." 

Linny watches in terror as Karin perches on her bed, between her feet. Karin avoids eye contact with her for the moment. 

"Because I certainly had nothing to do vith it." 

Abruptly, Karin turns to face her, permeating her brain with intimidation. She injects as much heart-stopping horror as she can into the naked girl as she proceeds to ask— 

"...Or...did I??" 

As her mind registers these three petrifying words, Karin's face stretches into the scariest, most sadistically gleeful evil smile Linny has ever seen. Her body quivers. She whimpers with fright as the true weight of the impending doom descends upon her. 

"Y—...you...did this...to me, Miss Karin?" she squeaks. 

Karin nods at her, devilishly grinning ear to ear. 

"I did," she coos, her voice dripping like sinister syrup. "Vhile you vere asleep, I crept into your room, ever so subtly undressed you, hid your clothing avay, and tied you up to the bed." 

"But...but...but..." 

"And, now..." Karin continues sternly, searing Linny with her narrowed eyes. 

"...You have been found stark naked in your bed, uncovered, right out in the open, in broad daylight. 

"That, young lady...is a big...big no-no," Karin admonishes her, shaking a tsk'ing finger. 

"BUT...BUT..." 

Karin reaches behind her back. 

"And NOW, you realise..." 

From behind her, Karin produces an object that makes Linny's blood run frigid. 

A feather. 

A long, stiff, white goose feather. 

Karin finishes as Linny's petrified whimpers continue. 

"...That I am going to have to..." She menacingly waves the feather. "...Punish you for this." 

"Oh, God, but..." Linny gropes for words. "Oh, Miss Karin, please!" 

"Too little, too late, Linny. 

"And furthermore, the cheer campers have all embarked on an outing together for the day. Vhich means it's just you... 

"...And me." 

"OH NOOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO!!" Linny half-laughed and half-cried in character, writhing uncontrollably about her bed, imagining she was being relentlessly tickle tortured by her unforgiving mental version of Karin. One hand penetrated herself in her now soaking wet pussy with her toy while the other auto-teased her bulging clit. Her swollen, crimson cunt had stretched to its maximum length by her mighty vibrildo. She was a blazing inferno, so ragingly horny she thought her head would explode. 

Switching characters, she did as she imagined Karin doing in her mind, grinned wickedly and verbally taunted herself. Doing so made the experience more real and sublime. And her pussy thanked her for it. Her face was coerced out of the leer she pictured on Karin's beautiful kisser as an overwhelming surge of pleasure rocked her world. She could neither bear nor get enough of it. 

On Karin pours the torment, terrorizing poor little Linny past tears. 

"Goochie-goochie-goo, naughty young lady," Karin purrs. 

Linny cannot help but guffaw her pretty little head off as her cheer coach wreaks utter havoc upon her. She feels the feather swirl and Karin's nails dance aimless patterns over her vulnerable, susceptible flesh, nose to toes and back again. Linny can only beg and plead desperately for a small measure of mercy. 

"OHPLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE!!" she beseeches between hysterical laughing fits. "MER-CYYY-Y-Y-YYYY!!" 

Linny cannot fathom how incredibly aroused the tickling has made her. Her body heats, heaves, sweats and burns. Her nipples have solidified into irreparably erect pebbles protruding from her breasts. Her cunt spits and spews pre-come, spraying the mattress and her thighs. She can only imagine what hell she will catch from Karin for this involuntary act. 

"Vell, vell, vell, vhat have ve here then..." comes the ominous voice. 

Linny shuts her eyes in embarrassment and blushes. 

"It vould seem you're an even naughtier girl than ve reckoned, no?" 

Linny says nothing, though she knows she cannot hide her situation from Karin. In every sense of the words, she is all wet. 

"Vell, let's just see vhat ve can do about that, shall ve?..." 

Linny's body goes up in flames. But when she feels the deadly feather blade edge its way between her labia and twirl inside her...she freaks...she squeaks...she shrieks. Pinned down to the bed, she may otherwise literally go through the ceiling. 

"Now then...let's have a peek at that nice, hard clit, hmm?" 

Hands occupied, Linny heaved a breath, sank her teeth into a dormant pillow and sandwiched her head between it and the pillow in current use so her screaming didn't disturb anyone. Even though her fan was on, she didn't need this drawing any attention. But now with a real-life crush involved as a fierce dominant figure in her scenario, her autopassion had never been so intense. 

Most of her body was by now covered with sweat. Her cunt and inner thighs were caked in hot premature come. Her throbbing, diamond-hard clit drove her crazier and crazier as her fingertip grazed and brushed it around and around, fantasizing having it now brutally hell-teased by Karin's feather. This was a new high the likes of which she'd never felt before. Just like her cheer camp character, she didn't know how much more of this she could possibly take. 




Maid In America



"You do realise vhat the best part of all is, do you not, my dear?" 

Raucous, delirious, forced laughter is Linny's only reply. 

"Vell, I'll tell you. You see, it has been common knowledge since the beginning of our symposium here together that you have been eagerly pining for me, thereby giving me all the leverage in our situation. 

"Ergo, my young friend, good luck getting anyvun to believe that it was I...who decided to tie up and seduce you. 

"Everyvun will come to blame you. 

"And you'll have no vun to blame...except yourself. 

"This is all...your...fault." 

Linny is forced only to go blue in the face as the agonizing tickling unabatedly wears on. She knows Karin is right. Everyone at camp does in fact know what a massive crush she's begun harboring upon their coach. She doesn't know if she's in heaven or hell right now. Her feelings are quite mixed. Part of her feels hurt and scorned that Karin has taken such ruthless advantage of her this way, especially given what a position of trust and esteem she holds in this setting. Another big part of her—three guesses which—absolutely welcomes the abject humiliation and authoritative power Karin dominantly holds over her. This locus of submission in which she has placed herself is simply and utterly delicious. She hates it and loves it. She cries and laughs. She sobs and moans as the feather in her cunt brushes across her sweetest spots. From the intensity of Karin's presence and her manipulative mastery of the feather alone, she is mere moments from suc-coming to the hottest forced orgasm in human history. She is also particularly charmed by the wondrous powers worked upon her by this remarkable tiny object, light as a...well, as a feather. 

Vicariously living through her fantasy, Linny whined and groaned through her wild throes of ecstasy. Her mind, body, heart and soul were altogether as one: on fire. Crackling sexuality sizzled over her like lightning electricity. Her heart smashed against her chest like a presto percussion solo. Her stretched, swollen pussy drenched the vibrildo inside in sticky love honey, visibly reddened with all the blood rushed in. She was no longer in control of her own hands and dexterous movements, but it was all right; her pussy had this at the current point. She desperately grabbed and groped at herself, trying ever so telepathically to feel that magic feather. 

"OHHHYES! OHHHYES! OHHHYES! OHHHGOD! OHHHYESSS! OHHHGOD!!" Linny screeched. Oh, was she glad she'd turned that fan on now. She could count it down as she passed plateau after plateau of limitless divinity. Her scorching body generated a Cardell-shaped tracing of perspiration lining her mattress. She didn't have any control left over what her lungs were doing either, but fortunately her climax would hit before her voice box gave out to laryngitis. She again tried to pinch her tits, but her pinches ended up more as smacks at herself. She proceeded to blast herself through heaven and beyond. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" she exulted as the mighty, ticklish 'o' at last glam-slammed her like the great Beth Phoenix. She was dizzied, she was dazed, she was drooling...but she felt good. She was convinced she could never have achieved such a momentous orgasm without the knowledge that Karin could well feel the same way about her that she did. What a fantastic feeling...what a supreme sensation...what ebullient emotions...what vivacious vibrations. 

When she finally noticed the buzzing still going on, she reached down with her quivering hand and turned off the vibrildo. 

*** 

March 30th, 6:17 p.m. 

A week and a half later, things were going swimmingly at Roschfeld Villa. It was cold and windy outside, warm and toasty inside. Madison was away this late afternoon at a social event, and so aside from keeping the lady's manor immaculate and spotless, the servants were, while technically on the clock, otherwise free to do as they pleased. While all the servants had been hired on merit of their skills and attitudes, deep down each adhered to her or his own degree of diligence. And if they were to be honest, they were decently relieved on the once-in-a-while occasions when Madison adjourned out to a socialite gathering. Just between them, themselves and they, sometimes they thought if they heard that little bell ring one more time, disastrous results would be led to. 

Linny and Karin had elected to take this afternoon for a fun little date amongst the two of them. Madison had no set time of returning to the villa, so whether they remained on the clock or not, departing the grounds wouldn't be the hottest idea today. So the girls stuck to the property, taking a handheld walk around the surrounding greens, the rocks and brooks, traversing the pedicured lawn. They pushed each other on the swings, sat in the grass, watched squirrels chase each other about, and then did just so themselves, playing tag to warm up when they got chilly. After they worked up a bit of a sweat they came inside for a dip. 

The indoor swimming pool was simply perfect. It was heated in the winter, it was cool in the summer, it was refreshing and freeing all year long. It really was one of Karin's (and now also Linny's) favorite privileges that came with the job. Since Karin shared with Linny just how much she loved the water, Linny realized just how much she felt the same way. 

They'd spent the ten days since their lovely initial pool encounter in a basically business-as-usual manner. They worked, performing their daily duties with normal proficiency, with only one additional delightful concern on their minds. As usual, they didn't come in much contact with one another on the professional end, but once they stopped working, they connected to the manor cyber-network and chatted online, until they decided mutually to meet for a formal date. Karin couldn't believe how much she'd suddenly begun to harbor interest in this remarkable American who'd come down to visit her at the pool that night. She'd really gotten Karin thinking. She was truly different from most all the other Americans Karin had met in her time here. She had appeared a truly fascinating, scintillating companion to her in the short while they'd shared. She was friendly, she was upbeat, she was funny...she was cute, sweet, lovely, charming, intriguing, bright, warm...she had everything going for her that Karin could see. 

Karin was bisexual, but hadn't always known it. There were times when she thought she was only straight, and then others she believed she was strictly gay. It wasn't until relatively recently she'd realized she was both. She thought she could only be one or the other. And she'd been out with both a few boys and girls in her 20s, but this was a big something she and Linny had in common. While Karin was willing to offer herself in return for something substantial, these particular individuals were interested in little more than taking Karin's heart, and tossing it out the window for her to go fetch. So after being hurt like this enough times, she took a nice break from the courting scene. Now after getting to know Linny, she found herself very much wanting to test the waters of romance again. She didn't think she could be in love with her yet, but she couldn't know. She'd had no firsthand experience of being in love before. But it seemed a bonafide possibility nevertheless. She had always been charmed by the idea of love at first sight. 

Neither wanted to rush their first date, but neither thought she could wait terribly long at the same time, so they agreed on a week and a half. Madame Roschfeld had a dinner engagement the evening of the 30th, so they would reunite on this date and enjoy each other's company. To what extent, neither knew, but both looked forward to finding out. 

After returning inside from the outdoor portion of their rendezvous, Karin turned to Linny and took her hands. 

"Möt mig på simbassängen." 

Linny tingled. She loved hearing Karin speak Swedish. She might just have to get Karin to teach her this beautiful language, but for now, she was vastly enjoying Karin's smoky voice speaking her own native tongue, and the mystery therein. 

"What does that mean?" 

Karin leaned in to her to whisper. 

"Meet me at the pool." 

Linny grinned and hopped excitedly on her toes, replying with the one Swedish word she knew. 

"Ja!" 

*** 

March 30th, 8:25 p.m. 

Sun quickly on its way down, Karin Magnusson and Linny Cardell reconvened at the pool fifteen minutes later in their swimsuits. Karin was excited, but had she known just how jazzed her companion was, she'd be surprised to find that her own enthusiasm couldn't hold a candle. Little did she know that Linny planned this evening to unveil the crush she'd been developing on her. 

Both planned for about two seconds to retouch their makeup before remembering they'd be swimming, so following the same thought process, both decided to just remove it. So far they'd held hands, hugged, and kissed cheeks, but their romantic travails consisted of no greater physical affection than this. Perhaps tonight would further their touchy-feely sensibilities. 

Karin arrived first, as she had ten days before. Linny made her way in to see the object of her affections in her tie-dye one-piece, with her back turned, sliding off her sandals and laying her towel over one of the poolside lounge chairs. Linny smiled as she stared at Karin's now bare, soft-looking feet. She wondered if Karin would let her nibble on them...how much it would make her giggle... 

Now swim-ready, Karin about-faced to hop in before looking up to notice her lady friend had arrived. Their eyes met with a smile. 

Karin padded to the edge and slipped in, letting her body adjust to the heated, cozy water. Maintaining eye contact with Linny, she gave her a head nod, indicating a simple, "C'mon in. The vater's fine." 

Linny, a whimsical free-spirit, sauntered to the edge, daintily ladylike...and proceeded to jump, grab her knees, and cannonball in. 

SPLASH! 

A startled Karin let out a tiny scream and tossed her hands up over her face as the catapulted water splooshed her. Linny popped back up two seconds later, face covered in hair. They broke out laughing. 

"Oh, jag gillar dig, min väninna," Karin told her. 

Linny giggled. "What does that mean?" she wanted to know. 

"It means I like you, my gal pal." 

"Aw, why, how sweet, my sweet! I like you too," Linny rejoined through her goldy-locks, dabbing Karin on the nose. 

This evening, they expanded their repertoire of pool activities. They raced, they splashed, they took turns playing Marco Polo (the proper way), they held hands at arms' length and spun each other as fast as they could, they took hold of one another to see how high and far they could throw each other, they walked as far as they could across the pool bottom on their hands. 

After about an hour of giggling and water fun, Karin exited the pool to go tinkle. Linny watched her head off. 

Karin didn't mention how long she would be, but Linny's moxie was building fast this evening. She was determined to really show Karin just how much she was coming to mean to her, and hopefully vice versa. So far she hadn't said a word. She'd wanted to just kick back and enjoy the fun. As Karin passed through the pool door into its adjoining restroom, a quirky scheme crossed Linny's quirky mind. She had come down to the pool to meet Karin in her light blue bikini. 

When Karin emerged from the restroom and padded back, she failed to notice the two wet additions to the poolside floor. 

SPLASH. Karin submerged and bobbed back up, to see something unusual before her eyes. 

Her cool baby blues may have played the occasional trick on her with water spilling out of them, but this was no trick. The baby blues in question widened as she in fact detected what she thought she was detecting. She cast her glance to the tiled deck floor, and what should she see indeed but the very same light blue bikini her companion had been wearing ten minutes ago. 

Karin whirled back on Linny in astonishment. It was true. The girl was leaning against the side of the pool, submerged to the clavicle...stark naked. She wore nothing, except a sly, seductive smile. 

"D—..." Karin only stared. Something in the startling nature of the situation made her revert to her mother tongue. 

"Du, Linny, du är ju naken!" 

Linny raised her eyebrows. 

"...If...that means what I think it means...then, yeah! I am!" she laughed. "Guilty as charged!" 

Karin found herself at a loss for English words. 

"But...but..." 

Linny turned around to show her. "Yep, there it is!" she announced, proudly shaking her rump under the water. "There's m'butt!" 

It was Karin's eyebrows' turn to raise. Even through the washy blur of the water, she could tell this was a nice ass. An ass with which it was difficult to argue. An ass which suggested the rest of this nude feminine figure wasn't half-shabby either. 

"I see," remarked Karin, accentuating the double meaning in her statement. 

Linny wiggled her tush, giving her a little naughty entertainment. This wasn't easy to dispute either. The fact that she could only half-adequately evaluate the ass on display under the water made the show more enticing. She had no goggles with which to poke her head under and get herself a real precise examination. Karin gradually allowed herself to be drawn into Linny's little racy world. 

She looked back up to notice that Linny was talking to her. 

"Y'like that, do ya?" came Linny's coy voice. 

Karin did not answer at first, but Linny could tell from her expression. Her sneaky smile grew. 

"...You do, don't'cha?" 

Karin brought her eyes up to meet Linny's. The American girl was grinning saucily at the Swede. It seemed she was...daring her. Karin's competitive instinct began to kick in. It seemed this could become a fun little battle of the wills. 

"Jag kanske gör det," Karin cooed inscrutably. 

Linny did not allow herself to be daunted by the foreign language. 

"And what does that mean?" 

Karin did not allow herself to be daunted by Linny's undauntedness. 

"Vouldn't you like to know." 

Linny turned back around and wiggled her fingers at her with a dark sneer. 

"Don't tempt me, ticklish girl. I will catch you this time." 

Karin took the initiative. She was liking this game, and she wanted to win. She reached between Linny's arms and stroked a single fingertip down the center of her exposed chest, between her bobbing boobies. Linny gasped and retracted her reach. 

"I think you may be at a bit of a disadvantage," Karin declared. "You're naked. And hence, more vulnerable than I am." 

Linny's blood went smolderingly hot. 

"Don't undahrestimate, dahling," Linny shot back, deepening her voice, effecting a fake Euro lilt. "I can be one tough cookie." 

"Oh? Is that so?" queried Karin, leaning in nearer her. "Care to find out...älskling?" 

Linny couldn't resist another second. She seized Karin around the middle and commenced tickling the hell from her. 

She'd caught her off-guard. Karin lost some control to Linny's aggression, but retaliated, surprising both of them by instinctively digging her fingers into Linny's perky 36C breasts. Before they knew what happened, both girls were squealing with gut laughter. They practically fell into one another tickle-fighting, trying to remain upright. This was a new experience for Linny. She'd had tickle fights before, but never in the water. She couldn't believe how fiercely turned on she was. Karin was getting pretty lit up herself. 

"Pretty t—hee-hee-hee!—tough cookie, huh?!" Karin laughed. "Looks to me like y—ee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!—like you've been dunked in the milk once too often!" 

"Oh, you—ha ha ha ha!!—you're gonna pay for that one, y—ha ha ha ha ha ha!!" cackled Linny. 

The tickle war raged on until the couple of them started to go purple in the face. They were also generating some traces of moisture between the legs—Linny a fair bit more so than Karin—but luckily, even without her swimwear, the telltale sign was undetectable. Once neither of them could go any longer without needing a breather, they agreed to call time-out and go to their neutral corners. 

"Round two starts, you're going down," Linny playfully threatened. 

"On you? Oh, you vish, Lady Godiva," Karin countered. 

She was quick, Linny'd give her that. And she had a wonderful and sexually suggestive sense of humor. Nice ass-ets, she thought. 

They did plan to go on with the tickle fight, but after it took a bit longer to catch their breath, they decided to call a truce and hold off on any more just now. In fact, they were a little worn down from all their other activity as well. 

They approached one another again, now having called a halt to their workout. They resisted the urge to break their truce, and instead, Linny balanced herself against the pool edge with one hand and caressed Karin's cheek with the other. 

"You're so unbelievably beautiful," she murmured. "Just so...just so amazing." 

"Aw, thank you," smiled the lovely Scandinavian lass. "You're kwite dassling yourself." 

"You know, um...I seem to recall you telling me something last time, in Swedish, and when I asked you what it meant, you said I'd find out after our first date. But I'm really curious. Is it too early to ask?" 

"Mm, I suppose I've kept you in suspense long enough. Honest, though, Linny, I vas kind of messing vith you. Vhat I said was literally the vurds, 'You'll find out after our first date,' in Svedish. 'Efter vår första dejt kommer du få reda på.' That's vhat it translates to. So you see, vhen you asked me vhat it meant, I actually told you. Just vanted to give you something to think about." 

Linny snickered. "Why, you sneaky little scamp!" 

The young ladies let their giggly laughter fall away as they sat still a few moments, studying each other's pleasing features. Their hair had become wet messes, but only added to their intense, double-sided attraction. Water dripped from their eyelashes, their ears, their noses, their lips, their chins. They began grazing each other as softly as they could with their fingertips. All four eyes blinked multiple times, beginning to glaze over. Suddenly, the situation wasn't so funny anymore. Neither of them even noticed their collective breath starting to pick up again. They moved in closer. And closer. Their hearts seemed to pull to each other like magnets. 

"...K—...Karin?" whispered Linny, their faces close enough to feel each other's breath. 

Karin brushed a sticky cluster of hair strands from Linny's honey-colored honey-glazed eye back behind her ear. 

"Yes, Linny?" 

Linny was going dizzy gazing into Karin's dreamy eyes. She had to do what she wanted to do before she became hypnotized. 

"I...um..." 

Linny's heart was pounding. She didn't know what she would do if it turned out she had been misdiagnosing Karin's signals. 

"...I don't, uh...I don't know if this is the right time, but—" 

Karin jumped in with an emphatic nod of her head. "It is," she confirmed, with neither hesitation nor doubt. 

Linny's heart almost exploded. 

"But, um..." she gasped, trying to look for any hole in the plan. "I'm just not sure if you're ready, uh—" 

Again, Karin nodded, placing a single finger to Linny's shivering lips. 




Maid In America



"I am." 

Linny lowered her eyes to the index finger Karin had shushed her with. Karin removed it and gently pressed up under Linny's chin, encouraging her to look her back in the eyes again. Linny obeyed. Karin licked her (own) lips. 

"Oh my gosh," Linny silently mouthed. 

Karin smirked again, indicating her next move was deliberate. And so it was. 

She stuck out her tongue. 

Euphoric revelation washed over Linny's countenance. Just like Linny had told her the week and a half before, during their first flirting session, right here in this very same setting. She couldn't believe it. Her dream was about to start coming true. Her heart rate tripled. She fought for control of her motor skills, moistened her own lips as well, leaned in closer, and let it happen. 

At last, the heart-shaped bubble above them broke as their lips came in contact, engulfing them in warm, supple love. Once their lips touched, they couldn't bear to keep any more of their bodies apart by an inch. They embraced, fondling, massaging hands up and down each other's hot, ripe hides. They couldn't lay down, but they leaned against the side, cuddled, and played footsie. Linny tried to focus on the miraculous act taking place right now, but her mind had moved on to her next wish: for Karin to remove her own bathing suit, and naturally to proceed accordingly from there. She yearned for the succulent eye candy of Karin's own statuesque nude body. Still, each second heightened the deepening amor between them. Neither could've guessed what the other was thinking. 

Linny was thinking, Oh my goodness, I can't believe this! I cannot believe this is happening! I am the luckiest girl in the world! I can't believe she wants me! She's just...such a goddess! And she wants me! Damn! Luckiest...girl...ever. 

Karin was thinking, Åh gode gud, detta är otroligt! Jag kan inte tro det här händer! Jag är världens lyckligaste tjej! Jag tror inte att hon vill ha mig! Hon är ju...en sådan gudinna! Och hon vill ha mig! Fan! Tursammaste...tösen...nånsin. 

This was the most magical thing that had ever happened in the girls' lives. Here in such a wondrous throe of loving passion, it proved amazingly easy to believe they were becoming hopelessly enamored of one another. In this moment, they could not peel their lips from each other's if their lives depended on it. They had a definitive emotional connection, they could discern this much. Linny uttered a statement to Karin muffled through their unstoppable liplock, and somehow, Karin comprehended it absolutely perfectly. 

"Mm wuhm ffoh hwah tuh mayhf mwuh tuh hwu wiyh mwao Kwuhwihf." ("I want so bad to make love to you right now, Karin.") 

Karin smiled through the kiss. It was a true statement, but Linny didn't expect Karin to actually understand it. She opened her eyes as she felt Karin break the kiss to simply bat her own baby blues, and murmur a quick, "Okay." 

Linny went agog in astonishment at what she had just heard. And then she could swear the heavens opened above her as Karin removed her swimsuit from her body. She tossed it behind, turned 360° to put it all on display for Linny, and announced, "Ta-da!" 

Linny melted. She had to tell her beating heart to be still. She visibly fanned herself, and she and Karin re-embraced. They giggled unisonously and harmoniously at the beauteous sensation of their naked, silky skins pressing together, both under and above the water. Fingertips ran through wet, stringy hair. Heated breaths of invisible girlfume infused the air with chlorinated romance. Kisses of fire ensued, tongues dancing in erotic delight, stiffening nipples nubbing across one another, letting off sparks of hot passion. 

"Karin..." Linny breathed between kisses, "...I don't think I can deny my feelings any longer. Ever since the first time I saw you, you are and have been the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my life." 

"Oh, Linny..." Karin gasped, "...I knew there vas something just as special about you." 

Linny wrapped her arms around Karin and squeezed her as hard as she could. 

"Mmm!..." she celebrated. "Karin, will you go out with me?" 

"Yes." The make-out session resumed. 

The rest of time momentarily vanished as the lasses reveled in their newfound amorousness. They went on carrying conversation as they swapped generous doses of affection. They shared their hopes and dreams, their loves and fears, their feelings and desires, their memories and regrets. They eventually did not even remember they were swimming until Linny jumped right off the bottom of the pool and swaddled her legs around Karin's middle. Thanks to buoyancy, Karin could hold her up, keeping her swept off her feet. 

Their making out soon progressed the natural short distance to making love before the girls knew it. Linny flexed and loosened her thighs around Karin, and Karin thrusted and parried against her. Linny had to keep at least one hand around Karin's neck to prevent herself from falling, so she fondled with the other, ever so subtly brushing across her tender, shapely breasts. Karin emitted a quiet moan and responded in turn, gliding down Linny's belly and giving her a thrill with an initial loving stroke down her fuzzy puss. 

"MMMMM!!" Linny exulted through a mouthful of tongue. She peeled her lips off Karin just to throw her head back in joy. 

"YES, my angel!" 

"Ja?" uttered a smirking Karin, returning to her native language. "Lite mer, älskling? Tycker du om det? Va?" 

She continued stroking her, to Linny's wild elation. Stroke after stroke, Linny flung her dizzy pretty little head back and forth, in one direction and another, unable to contain her delirious excitement. Her dream girl adored her all the same, and here they were, together, making glorious love. She saw Heaven alive. She couldn't believe it was true. In this one moment, life was perfect. 

"OH!" gushed Linny, clasping onto Karin's hair. "This is the best feeling I've ever had in my life!" 

Karin chortled. "You're velcome." 

Linny giggled with giddiness, both at the tingly feeling of having her pussy fingered and also as the full realization of her reality set in. She would never have believed it had she not felt it with her very own cunnie. 

This is the most wonderfully exquisite moment of my life, said Linny to herself. 

This is the most wonderfully exquisite moment of my life, said Little Linny to her owner. 

She wanted to reciprocate, so she groped and squeezed Karin's titties with all the love she could press into them. And there would be plenty of time for her to give Karin the best hand job she could manage another time. Her efforts were rewarded as Karin groaned back to her. Things began to get so hot and heavy the girls tuned out their entire surroundings. 

They did not notice the pool door slowly slide ajar. Nor the shadow that crept inside. Nor the footsteps approaching the pool. 

What they did notice, however...came but a moment later...over their heaving gasps and moans. 

"Would someone care to explain to me just what is going on here?!" 

The girls froze. All four eyes popped open in guilty, shameful dread. 

Madison. 

*** 

March 30th, 10:14 p.m. 

The girls were caught red-pussied. Quietly peaceful as they'd begun, the activity had simply grown too intense to maintain decorum. Unfortunately for them, Madison had returned, and happened to be passing by this area of the mansion as their action heightened. When she saw what they were doing, she became violently angry and indignant. And she knew exactly how to punish them for it. 

"Out of the pool, right now," she ordered. 

They were too scared to obey. They wanted to fetch their swimsuits first, but Madison wouldn't allow it. She swiped them up. 

"Get out!" she commanded, crossed arms damp with their bathing suits. 

The naked maids sheepishly and fearfully did as she said. They ascended to the tile floor, covering themselves with their arms. 

"P—...p-please don't fire us, Madame," Karin pleaded. 

Madison glared at them, tapping her foot. 

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." 

The maids were scared silent. They could beckon nothing constructive or useful to mind. And Madison was waiting. 

"Somebody had better start talking," she threatened. 

"M-M-Madame, we are so, so, sorry," Linny sulked. "W—...I-I just...don't know what to say. We're..." She looked back and forth from Karin to Madison as she decided to tell her the whole truth. "We're in love. 

"And...and, I...I guess we just got a little carried away." 

"'A little carried away.'" 

"O-okay, a lot carried away," Linny amended. 

Madison shook her head. "Miss Magnusson, I'm very disappointed in you." 

Karin remained silent, but looked at her as if to ask, Me?? Why me? 

"That's right. I choose to blame you for this. Six years Miss Cardell has been loyally by my side as a faithful and well-disciplined employee. Three months, in you waltz with your loosey-goosey libidinous Swedish ways, and corrupt my faithful servant." 

Karin looked so hurt by this remark Linny had to step in. 

"Oh, no, no, no, Madame, please don't blame Karin for this. It's my fault. Honest. I seduced her. And we really are in love." 

Madison stared at the two of them for what felt like an eternity. 

"...Love." 

Karin and Linny nodded cautiously back to her. 

"Well. Isn't that adorable," Madison stated flatly, unable to care less. "And this justifies you to desecrate and dishonor my home." 

"Madame," beseeched Karin, "Please—" 

Madison held up a reprimanding hand. "Silence, Miss Magnusson." 

Karin backed off. "Förlåt, Madame," she apologized quietly, looking to the floor. 

"So," Madison went on, secretly enjoying having the two guilty maids at her mercy. "You two silly little hearts have fallen in love, and decided furthermore to display your lovey-dovey feelings for one another...by engaging in coital acts... 

"...In your employer's swimming pool." 

Karin and Linny lowered their faces to the tiled floor. Madison was enjoying watching them squirm. 

"That, young ladies, is a big...big no-no." 

Linny's heart jumped. This was not part of her fantasy. 

"And NOW, you realize..." 

Her heart jumped again. Oh, God. It was coming true. Her fantasy was turning into a nightmare of reality. She couldn't control it. 

"...That I am going to have to punish you for this." 

OH, GOD! 

"What exactly do you propose we do about this, ladies?" she inquired, intentionally asking them a question to which they had no answer, in order to maintain her intimidating authority. The girls knew if they gave her a flip, sarcastic answer, they would only be hanging themselves, digging an even deeper hole than they were in already. They of course remained silent, so she went on. 

"All right then, here are your options. 

"One: you pack your things, security escorts you off the premises, you do not return, and good luck ever working in this city again." 

Understandably, the maids were quite threatened and frightened by this choice. They waited another eternity for Madison to give them their additional option(s). The Madame intentionally waited for literally a couple of minutes solely to torture them. Finally— 

"Two: you give me your solemn word that this shall not happen again, and your employment in the Roschfeld Empire continues." 

The girls looked back up at her hopefully. There had to be a catch here. 

"After, that is, being subjected to my own personal form of punishment." 

There it was. Their faces reverted to fear once more. 

"Your decision is final, ladies, and expected within five seconds." 

They knew they couldn't ask what Madison's personal form of punishment entailed. They had to figure it must have been pretty bad news. But they couldn't afford to be terminated. As the Madame said, she'd see to it they never got another job in this town for the rest of their natural lives. So, difficult as it was, they each held up two meek fingers. Madison Roschfeld smirked. 

"Very well...now you two wait right here then, like good, well-behaved little maids, and I shall return shortly. You'll remain in that very spot. Do not move, do not speak...if you know what's good for you, do not even breathe. 

"Be right back!" She departed with their swimsuits. 

*** 

March 30th, 11:20 p.m. 

The Roschfeld punishment was already worse than the girls could ever have imagined. Madison had adjourned to her closet where she kept her own toys. This stash was a concealed secret she normally only kept amongst herself, in order to maintain the illusion that she was indeed chaste, prudish and holier-than-thou. But she took this opportunity to share her own kinky bondage side. 

She had returned to the pool and produced some thin but very sturdy rope, with which she tied the girls up. Linny was roped hand and foot to one of the lounge chairs, strategically facing the pool. She felt helpless and scared. But she had to ask herself how she thought Karin felt right now. Poor Karin was lying, half-upside-down, over the edge of the pool, legs up and spread out, hands tied behind her back, ankles tied to the outsides of the pool's entrance ladder. She was in a very uncomfortable position, where if she relaxed too much, her head would dip far enough into the water that she couldn't breathe. She was between a rock and hard place. So she could either keep herself achingly tensed up and breathe...or unclench, loosen up and not breathe. Nearby sat another chair for Madison. Karin was ideally positioned to be utterly brutalized through any number of horrible trials and tribulations. 

And her unfortunate sweetheart Linny, who now adored her more than anything, sat, horrified, bound in her lounge chair, forced to watch her beloved Karin be hellishly tormented. And so subsequently, she would be hellishly tormented. 

So this was Madison's personal chastisement. Or part of it, at least. She really was ruthless. 

But now what was she going to do?? 

Finally, she addressed them. "Comfy, ladies?" 

Linny only stared forlornly at her. Karin couldn't even do this much. 

"Well, I certainly hope so, because we're going to be here for quite a little while." 

Somehow, this failed to comfort the girls. 

"So, then!" Madison blew on her long fingernails. "I suppose you're wondering what's going to happen now, hmm?" 

More silence. "Very well. You see, ladies... 

"...I devised this special, custom-made castigatory measure just for you, by a thorough perusal of Miss Magnusson's private diary." 

Karin whipped her head up from the surface of the water high as she could reach. "VHAT??!" 

It was the young maids' turn to be angry and indignant. 

"Wh—you did what??! But...but...but Madame, that's a terrible thing to do!" exclaimed Linny. 

"You, my friend, are in no position—pun intended—to lecture me regarding a proper lady's etiquette, pardon me very much," Madison pointed at her. "But yes, as I say, it was this diary that inspired my particular means of discipline." 

"Vh—b—h—...how could you??" Karin demanded to know. "I-I mean, how could you? I write my diary in Svedish!" 

"Why, Google translate, of course," Madison answered, implying the following parenthetical, "...dummy." 

"Oh, yes, I read all about it, my dears," she continued. "I read all about how much you love the water, my young Nordic friend...about how free and wonderful it makes you feel...and about how all your cares just drown away when you swim. 

"And I read about how deathly ticklish you are, Miss Magnusson..." 

The girls' eyes went wide open in terror once more. 

"...And how helpless and vulnerable you felt during that day Miss Cardell caught you unawares..." she recited. 

OH, NO... thought Linny. PLEASE, Madame... 

"...And so now...I know exactly what to do." 

"Oh, Mada-a-a-ame," whined Karin. "Ple-e-e-ease, have pity on me-e-e-e..." 

"I'm sorry, Miss Magnusson...perhaps next time you'll think twice before showing your employer and workplace such disrespect." 

Madison ominously took her own seat in front of Karin's very nervous, scrunching-up feet and toes. 

"Is it too late to be fired instead?" she half-joked. 

"Madame, please don't do this!" Linny begged. 

Madison ignored their pleas. "Welcome to America, my little Swedish meatball." 

And into the little Swedish meatball's soles dug Madison's rapacious fingernails. 

"HEEEEHEHEHEEEHEEEEHOOOOOHHHHNNNOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEHEEEHEHEHEEE!!" Karin shrieked. 

Linny gasped in terror at the scene. Oh, this was bad. On many levels. Just as predicted, she felt Karin's suffering, and couldn't do a thing about it, save to futilely beg Madison to stop. What was more, she felt her fledgling romance with Karin invasively violated by this wickedness. She felt scared, wounded, and she just wanted to cry. She also felt angry. She and Karin had done something wrong, but they didn't deserve this. She wanted to nail Madison for harassing them to such an extreme level as. She wanted to...to... 

... 

...Why...was she getting wet watching this??... 

She couldn't believe it. She had always felt her heart, brain and vagina were together on the same wavelength, but the ordeal at hand was proceeding to prove her wrong. Against all odds, this horrifying performance was...arousing her. It was unbelievable. Her heart, mind and soul were outraged, and yet...her libido liked it! What the hell was wrong with her?! The information was impossible to process logically. She was watching her employer, whom she now veritably hated, tickle the living daylights out of the woman she adored, and...her pussy was melting! And God help her, her nipples were hard as well. Incredible, she thought. She knew she had a fondness for tickling, she might even go so far as to call it a bonafide fetish, but, this...this was something else again. 

Oh, this was far worse than she thought. What is the matter with you?! she demanded of her hormones. 

Her only answer was more fluid secretion. She whimpered in inner conflict. She tried to close her eyes, but could still hear Karin's forced raucous laughter. It was no good. For Heaven's sake, Madison probably somehow also knew this would stimulate Linny like crazy, thereby putting her through this incongruous mental madness. This was easily the cruelest thing that had ever been done to her, let alone to Karin. She had to do something, if only for her own sanity. She raised her voice and shouted over the cacophony. 

"MADAME, PLEASE STOP IT! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HER! SHE CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE!!" 

Madison gave Karin a small reprieve and turned momentarily to Linny. "Oh?" 

"Y-yes!" Linny stammered. Madison's daunting glare tended to throw her for a loop and bring out the stutter in her voice. "Th-this is just too much for Karin! Please, Madame, you have to take my word for it, you don't know what you're doing to her!" 

Madison held up one long-nailed finger. "Ah, but I command to differ. I know exactly what I am doing. But I concede there is more than one way to teach a lesson...perhaps Miss Magnusson would care for a break from having her little tootsies tickled?" 




Maid In America



The girls exhaled in relief. "Oh, thank you!" they chorused, almost in perfect unison. 

"But of course," rejoined Madison, something else up her sleeve. "In lieu of which, perhaps you'd prefer we switch to a, eh..." 

She reached further down and waggled her fingertip over Karin's labia. 

"...A nice little coochie-coo on her coochie then, hmm?" 

Still in virtual stereo, the maids gasped. "NOOOO!" they shrieked. 

"Oh, yes. This shall be fun, I can tell." Madison dug her nails into Karin's cunt. Suddenly, her voice shot into the stratosphere. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" shrilled Karin, dying laughing. 

"Oh, Madame, please! For God's sake!" Linny cried. Her lacrimal ducts and her pussy both leaked desperately. Before she knew what was happening, she was sobbing her eyes out. Madison, who hadn't a wealth of experience in showing mercy, just went to town on Karin, and seemed content to do so until the cows came home. She sank her claws into Karin's pussy with one hand, raking one of her soles and sets of toes with the other, then switched off, also reaching farther up on her to attack her belly, sides and ribs. But she had the feeling she was wreaking enough havoc as was. Karin was starting to really struggle just to keep her head above water. 

Linny was bawling like an infant. How had this terrible thing happened? she began to wonder. Two hours ago, she had practically died and gone to heaven! Now she and her partner in crime, so to speak, were suffering through endless circles of hell! And to make matters worse, her vagina wouldn't leave her alone. She oozed a continuous stream of moisture and pre-come all over her owner's inner thighs. Linny had more than enough to contend with aside from the conundrum of simultaneous mental horror and intense sexual arousal. She didn't know what to do. There was really nothing she could do, other than to sit here and cry like a baby. 

Madison eventually decided to have a heart and give Karin another little time-out. She received something of an unexpected surprise when Karin's explosive laughter ceased down. As hard as she was laughing a second ago, a fit of crying blew up from behind her. Madison turned to see Linny sitting still in her chair, sobbing uncontrollably like she only had an hour to live. 

The Madame did not see this twist coming. At first she thought Miss Cardell might just be throwing a tantrum to blow off steam, but as she looked closer, she realized that these were in fact real tears. Heartbreakingly real tears. And her face was covered in them. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her nose was equally red and running. Her lips trembled, and just about every inch of her face was soaked. She couldn't reach her face to wipe it with her tied hands, which sat in her lap, so she'd stopped trying. 

For the first time, it occurred to Madison that due to this horror-stricken reaction Miss Cardell displayed, perhaps she and Miss Magnusson really were in love. Up until this point, she hadn't believed them. She'd assumed this was just a pathetic ploy to justify their thoughtless romp in the pool. But...was it possible that they...that they really, actually could be in love with one another? Miss Cardell wasn't that good of an actress. She couldn't bluff for beans when she played cards. This wasn't an act. 

It had seemed inconceivable to Madison, but as she continued studying Linny's crestfallen face, she began to realize that she didn't think she herself had ever really been in love before. She liked to believe she knew everything about everything, quite frankly, but...maybe, just maybe, these two young girls knew something she didn't. Her spoiled nature suggested to her that involuntary devotion had no place here, that they had stepped out of line and needed to be persecuted to the fullest extent. But... 

A lesser-seen side of her started prevailing the more she examined Linny's face. A more human side. Perhaps, for once in her silly little silver spoon-fed life, she should...grow up, she thought, radical as it seemed. 

She let Karin relax and try to catch her breath back. Meanwhile, she laid a hand on Linny's foot. 

"All right, Miss Cardell, stop crying," she said. 

Linny blinked open her drenched eyes and glared at Madison. I hate you so much, she thought, wishing she could say it out loud. 

Madison made an announcement. "All right, I've begun thinking, and I believe the two of you have endured enough this evening." 

Linny opened her glistening eyes wider. Karin did likewise hearing this news. 

"Wh—...y—...r—...really?" Linny asked cautiously. 

Madame nodded. Strangely, she wasn't sure precisely how to explain this. She didn't think she could be honest with them about the sudden change of heart she'd just undergone. She figured they would become suspicious and wonder what was the deal here, what was her angle. She couldn't say she'd have blamed them, given her behavior up till now. Perhaps it was also time she take a closer look at the way she regarded her staff. For now, she untied Linny and they both untied Karin and helped her out of the pool. 

"Okay, you two," she said, keeping authoritative for the time being. "Shall I presume you've learned your lesson?" 

Linny nodded vehemently. Karin was a little too dizzy to nod, so she tossed Madison a half-hearted thumbs-up. 

"Very well. Stay here, and I'll retrieve your swimwear." 

After she came back with the maids' bathing suits and her purse, she presented them with something else as well: a surprise. 

"I have something to say, girls. I don't expect you to believe me after the things I've done to you during your time here, but I ask you only to consider the possibility that people can in fact change...and as an example of this, I'd like to give you something else." 

She opened her purse, and produced two $100 bills. 

"I want you to take these, and the day off tomorrow, and spend it together, having some nice meals, shopping, what have you. Courtesy of the house. Consider it something of a bonus. Now, I know what you're thinking: what's the deal here? What's my angle? Well, like I told you, I don't expect you to believe me, but there is no catch. No strings attached. I will not expect you to work extra time to make this up, nor will I expect this money returned to me. I am giving you this as a gift. You may do with it as you wish." 

Linny didn't know about the poor vertigo-ridden Karin, but her own mind was blown by this sharp turn of events. This was surreal after the rollercoaster ride this night had turned out to be. She slowly reached out, half-expecting this money to transform into holograms or vanish or something, but she took it, and Madison let go. They were real, non-counterfeit $100 notes. She was dazed. 

"...I-I-I don't know what to say," she uttered. 

Karin piped up. "This...this isn't some really really really cruel early April Fools' joke, is it?" 

Madison shook her head. "It is not, Miss Magnusson. And Miss Cardell, I understand your feelings. I can imagine how bizarre this seems given everything else that's taken place here this evening. But I feel you deserve this. You see, in this short time, I have changed my thinking. Miss Magnusson, I no longer think of you as a libidinous corrupter of professionalism. You're a good laborer. The both of you are. You're hard-working, loyal young ladies, and you tolerate quite a bit from me. If you don't believe me now, then I hope you shall in the future. Also, though I realize you've fallen in love, I would personally prefer you keep to your own rooms and beds tonight. Perhaps we can discuss future arrangements at another time, but for right now, this is what I ask of you." 

Linny, and Karin—who had now recovered most of her senses—acquiesced with a tranquil, low-key, "Yes, Madame." 

"Very well. Now why don't the two of you be off to bed," advised Madison. "You've got a big day tomorrow. Sweet dreams." 

Redressed in their swimsuits, the maids stood, and slowly headed for the pool door. 

"Oh, and girls?" came the voice behind them. They turned. 

"Nighty-night, sleepy tight, see you in the morning light. And, eh..." 

Madison flashed them what had to be the first smile they'd ever seen on her face. She waved her long nails at them. 

"...Don't let that big bad scary tickle monster under the bed get'cha."