14 comments/ 105724 views/ 43 favorites Serving Girl By: LadyParts ***This story involves people over the age of 18, domination, reluctance, deflowering a virgin, and 2 males on one female. It's just a little fantasy I thought I'd share on a whim. * The worn leather boot sank a good few inches into the ice cold mud. As the hem line of her dress absorbed the icy water and brown silt, she gasped realizing this was her only dress and now she would have to find work wearing wet muddy clothing. The carriage drove off and the girl squinted and turned her head in the direction of the carriage. She thought she heard laughing, but it could have been coughing instead. The shop keeper's wife had a nagging cough and her laugh sounded much like her cough. The girl pulled her little satchel closer to her body to ward off the cold and began trudging her way up the hill. 'Up this hill, down to the river and head west until I see a wooden bridge. I take the bridge across and follow the road to the manor house of Lord Jeffery Stahlings,' she remembered. Of what he was lord, she didn't know, nor did she spend precious energy wondering. Lord Jeffery Stahlings was said to have a large manor house and employ many people; she hoped to soon be one of them. Her mother now gone, she had no way to support herself, nor any funds to travel to her brother's home in hopes he could take her in. It had been three years since she'd heard from him and a full ten since she'd last seen him. Alone and penniless until she could ascertain his whereabouts, she had no choice but to find work. The shop keeper's wife assured her that this Lord Jeffery would take her in and give her work; even pay her more than the shop keeper paid. This was wonderful news since she didn't like the way the shop keeper looked at her. Frozen to the bone she knocked on the door of the servant's entrance. An older woman with a pinched face answered the door. She looked at the girl with undisguised surprise and asked what her business was. "I'm sorry to arrive unannounced Ma'am..." she gave a slight curtsy; "but the shop keeper's wife said you're always looking for serving girls and I need a serving job. I can work real hard Ma'am and I'm not afraid of..." "Are you insane girl? Go on now git. This aint no place for a young girl to work. Go now fast." With that the woman shut the door in her face. The girl stared at the door for some time before she was able to shake off her fear and knock again. "Please Ma'am, I've got nowhere else to go." "Lord have mercy on the young and dumb!" The older woman looked heavenward. "Then I guess you best come in. Keep real quiet girl. Not a sound." They walked silently through the kitchen and down a narrow hall, then down a flight of stone steps. At the bottom of the steps there was another hallway and several doors. They entered the first door they came to. In a whisper the old woman said; "Don't want no one else knowing you're here until I explain the way things work round here." The woman shut the door and motioned the girl toward the little coal heater in the corner. "What exactly did the shopkeeper's wife tell you about working here girl?" The old woman took a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around the girl. "That Lord Jeffery Stahlings was a fine Lord and had a large manor house where he employed many people. He would employ me and pay me more than her husband could pay me. She even brought me half way out here and told me how to find my way through the short cut by the river." The old woman's eyes bugged out for a moment just before they, once again, went heavenward. "Making sure you arrived wet, shivering and unable to leave anytime soon..." the woman muttered almost to herself and she peeked out her door; than quietly shut it again. "Ma'am, if you please, is there something amiss? This is Lord Stahlings manor home and he does need serving girls, am I right?" The girl's agitation caused her voice to rise slightly. The old woman's attempts to quiet her went unheeded, she sighed in resignation. "Now you've done it girl." With that, the woman moved to the door and appeared to be listening. Then she threw open the door at the same time she turned back to the girl and spoke rather loudly; "and you'd be right of course. Just thought you should clean up before I bring in Mr. Jamison. He'll be doing the decision making as is his role and right." The woman turned around and feigned surprise at coming face to face with a rather stern looking bald man who was frightfully tall and solid looking. Mr. Jamison raised a single eyebrow as he glared at the old woman. Then his gaze traveled toward the girl who stood with her hands to the coal burner. She was wrapped in a blanket so his perusal of her figure revealed very little. But her face was pleasant to look at. She had clear unblemished skin and full sultry lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a knot which was covered by a cotton bonnet that had clearly seen better days. He could see the little wisps of tantalizing curls peeking out on all sides. She looked thoroughly windblown and chilled raw. He smirked knowing in very short time she'd find herself pleasantly warm. "Mr. Jamison sir, I was just coming to alert you to a prospect that just arrived." The old woman wrung her hands and tried to look honest. "I see. Thank you Nellie. See her to my office directly." With that said, he spared no second glance toward the girl, but turned and walked away. Nellie closed the door and wrung her hands again, then walked over to the girl. "Tell me your name child?" "It's Susannah Miller, Ma'am." "Well, Miss Susannah Miller, tell me what you know about the ways of men and women and bed sport?" Susannah clutched at her blanket drawn together at her bosom and blinked several times. "I... bed sport, Ma'am? Is that something to do with gathering the chicken feathers for stuffing? Cause I remember I was real good at that growing up and could gather more'n my brother even on a windy day." Susanna stood proud knowing she would be very good at this bed sport. "Oh saints have mercy on the ignorant!" The woman took a deep breath and opened the door. "Susanna, just know that after all's said and done, staying here won't be as bad as the alternative. And also remember, I'm very good tending small wounds and simple ailments." Nellie walked Susanna back up the stone steps and into a small room just on the other side of the kitchen. The room was modestly furnished with a tall backed wing chair, a leather covered padded ottoman, and a writing desk behind which sat Mr. Jamison; hands folded, resting on the desk, sitting straight and obviously annoyed at having been kept waiting. "Sir, this here is Susannah Miller come to see about serving the master. She was fearful cold when she arrived and it's only to see her teeth stop chattering that I brung her to my room and not directly to you." "BROUGHT, Nellie, brought her to my room, not brung." Mr. Jamison waved his hand and Nellie was dismissed. She shut the door behind her as she left. "Remove that blanket girl, just lay it over the ottoman." He silently watched her obey. "Now stand straight and let me see your posture." He got up and walked around her. He made no effort to hide the part of her body he was most closely studying. He stood right in front of her, his eyes directly on her large breasts. He stared and studied as if he was trying to determine their secrets. "No girl, stand straight, here like this." He cupped each of her shoulders in hands as large as her whole face and pushed down and back, forcing her to nearly bend backwards. "There, that's how you are to stand when being addressed by me or your master. Can you remember that? Master doesn't tolerate slouches in his employ." "Yes, sir, yes I can." Susannah was scarlet faced knowing her breasts were pushing the fabric of her bodice obscenely. She hoped the stitching would hold. Jamison had seated himself in the wing chair and continued to study her. "Fold that blanket to the size of this square pillow then stand at attention again." As Susannah rushed to comply she paid no heed to what Mr. Jamison was doing. Her only concern was to fold precisely and quickly. Bending over to get it just right her dress gaped and sagged thus showing much more of her breasts than she was aware. She completed her task and stood at attention again. Jamison immediately tisked and walked toward her. "Just as I thought, you cannot remember not to slouch. Here is how we fix that problem in the master's manor house." He grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and ripped. Susannah gasped and made to keep the fabric in place but Jamison batted her hands away like he'd bat an annoying insect. When her chest was completely devoid of covering, he grabbed her hands and held them down. "Uncomfortable to be baring your breasts isn't it? Do you think you can remember how to stand properly now?" He backed up a step. Susannah again brought her hands up to cover her breasts and Jamison barked at her. "Get your shoulders back. Tuck your elbows in. Right now girl!" In a state of mortification, Susannah complied with the strict posture and pushed her shoulders back, making sure her elbows were tucked in close to her waist. "Excellent! Now you've got it. With women, this is the very best way to teach proper posture." He gave a slight smile and sat back down again. He sipped from a glass and studied her breasts again. "You have very large breasts my dear, tell me are they terribly sensitive?" "I... I don't know sir. How would I tell?" "We'll get to that soon. Do you know much about bed sport?" "Well, I know growing up it was my favorite thing to do. Always ended up in a fit of giggles and covered in feathers." "Tits out girl, tits out! Your tendency to slouch is appalling!" "Oh, yes sir I'm sorry. I'll get better at it I promise." "Yes, you will. I'll tell you how I know you will. Your breasts shall not be covered until you can go four whole hours without being told not to slouch." Susannah opened her mouth but nothing came out. Certainly he wouldn't have her cleaning the house bare breasted? "Yes, bare breasted you shall work. This alerts all the staff here that you are learning not to slouch. Constant correction girl; how else will you learn without constant correction?" He shook his head and took a breath. "I said Tits Out!" Susannah pushed her breasts out obscenely realizing she had drawn her should in as she absorbed the humiliating lesson she was faced with. The next day Susannah found herself red faced, bare breasted and dusting the trinkets on the mantle of the master's study. She kept shooting self conscious glances at the doorway whenever she heard sounds from the rest of the large house. So far she hadn't gone for more than a quarter of an hour without being reminded to "stick her tits out." Lord how she wished to never hear those words again, but feared she'd be hearing them for some time. She sniffed a tear from here eye and raised her chin. She could handle this. Just a matter of forgetting her breasts were bare and doing what needed to be done. She was genuinely surprised to learn she had such bad posture. Remembering her mother's advice to always wear her best smile and to keep her back straight, she was sad she'd let her mother down on both accounts. It was hard to smile while feeling so humiliated. She gently replaced the odd looking figurine and picked up another to wipe with her dusting rag. This one was of a woman gracefully draped in a cloth, just covering her private womanly areas. Susannah held the figurine up for closer inspection and was surprised to see the perfect posture. She was once again reminded and immediately arched her back; reminding herself to make sure she was living up to her master's requirements as communicated through Mr. Jamison. "Ah, here you are Susannah." Jamison entered glancing not at her face but at her breasts, thrust out as far as she could manage. "Very good dear, nicely done." He murmured to her breasts, then walked back to the doorway. "Yes Sir, indeed she is here as was requested." Jamison turned back to her and lifted a stern eyebrow in silent warning, again looking directly at her breasts, immediately sparking a tingle of fear in her spine. This time she also experienced something funny between her legs. She took in a breath as her nipples tightened and puckered a curious sensation that was happening more and more often. In walked a man who obviously could only be Lord Jeffry Stahlings; his very self in the flesh, and here she was, showing far too much flesh than could possibly be considered modest or appropriate. "Tits out Susannah, don't let me down now." Jamison whispered barely moving his mouth as he stood beside her, his back ramrod straight. "This the new one then?" Lord Stahlings stood directly in front of Susannah looking at her breasts, making her want to squirm and cover them with her dusting rag. He had dark brooding eyes and big bushy eyebrows a clean shaven face that stood out as darker in complexion than she had expected. Susannah slowly peered up into his eyes but no sooner had she seen them then Jamison barked out, "Eyes down in humility girl! You have no right to look upon your master!" She lowered her eyes and drew in a deep breath, which caused her already up-thrusted breasts and her puckered nipples tangle themselves into the open button hole of Lord Stahlings' jacket. Lord Stahlings' mouth curved into a lascivious grin upon hearing the delicate whimper from the girl as she surreptitiously untangled her nipple from his button hole. "I see I have employed yet another one with bad posture! And how long until this one can remain properly erect?" Lord Stahlings was standing so close his breath could be felt on Susannah's nipples, causing them to pucker ever tighter. With her eyes cast down Susannah suddenly realized he must be only a few inches taller than she. His hands looked very large though, clean with well kept nails. His trousers didn't appear to fit well as there was an odd bulging in front. She wondered what it could be. "Yes, my Lord, she's been here since yesterday afternoon and she's been bare breasted ever since. I fear she may take a long time to learn how she is to stand when in company of men. No experience there, you see." Jamison added the last part with a sardonic smile that brought Lord Stahlings eyebrows up and a smile to his face. "I see. Well, we can't have slouches here." Lord Stahlings walked around to his desk and sat in his chair, not taking his eyes off poor Susannah who was so flustered she was forgetting her posture. "Tits out girl, keep them out and up damn it! Give her the bells then, Jamison." "Yes, sir." After rummaging through a drawer in the credenza by the large windows, he came back with something in his hand. "Go and stand in front of your Master so he may supervise; as is his right." Susannah rushed to comply wanting these men to know how hard she was trying and how well she could learn. Lord Jeffry turned in his chair and spread his legs giving the idea that he wished Susannah to position her person between his legs. She stopped just short but Jamison came up behind her and nudged her forward causing her to take the remaining steps until her knees touched the edge of the seat between the master's legs. A tingling sensation that had been nagging at her all morning began to be more insistent and harder to ignore. Her belly felt funny and the place between her legs felt sort of itchy, like it needed to be rubbed more than itched. Her breath hitched when she felt Jamison's hands wrap around her waist and slowly make their way up toward her breasts. "Oh, no, you mustn't do that sir." Susannah whispered desperately hoping her person would be respected and she would not anger them by asking such. "Indeed Girl?" Boomed Lord Jeffry. "You are my chattel; I claim eminent domain on all that work for me. You have no rights in this whatsoever, if you wish to work here that is. I shan't have this conversation again. I shall have Jamison throw you from my property this very second or I shall hear a hearty apology and see a proper demonstration of you obedience! Now girl, make your choice!" Susannah was shaken to the core and unable to concentrate with the ever growing tingling between her legs. As her fear and humiliation grew, this horrible need grew too. Faced with a full days walk back to town bare breasted and in this cold, she gathered her strength and pushed out her tits. "My lord, I most humbly apologize for forgetting my place. I shall be your obedient serving girl." Susannah whispered to Lord Jeffry's feet. "Jamison, get on with it." Lord Stahlings was clearly irritated now. She felt the return of Jamison's hands sliding their way up toward her breasts. His hands mauled, groped, and kneaded her breasts until they were getting quite sore. Then he found her nipples and pinched and rolled them between his fingers. All the while he muttered in her ear; "these belong to your master, stick them out and offer them to your master girl. Stick them out, all the way, further, further." Then he grabbed both nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched very hard. He pulled them out, and kept pulling until clearly, she was meant to follow along to where he was pulling her. She had to reach out and grab the arms of her master's chair to keep from falling directly into his lap. "Right there. Don't move." Jamison ordered and let go of her aching nipples. The grabbed her arms and brought them behind her back. "My Lord, do you find these tits satisfactory?" He said as he used some sort of fabric to bind her arms in place. All the while Susannah, leaning over the master, her tits thrust out her back arched, was finding it rather difficult to drawn a complete breath. Lord Jeffry sat forward in his chair and brought his mouth to her left breast. He licked the nipple and watched it bounce and pucker. He grabbed both breasts and squashed them together until her nipples were touching one another. He licked both simultaneously and Susannah was overcome with sensation. She closed her eyes and tried her best to keep the moan that had been building inside for several minutes at bay, but it was no good. She was as over powered by her body's sensations as she was by the powerful and demanding men. Her moan was torturous and deep and resonated between her legs. Lord Jeffry spared a glance at Jamison and they both smiled. "That's very good my girl. Very good indeed." Lord Jeffry continued to manipulate her breasts and nipples as he spoke to her. "This is your body recognizing its master, as it should. I have ownership over all on my property. You shall obey each request I make as if it is a command, the same for Jamison for he makes decisions for me when I am otherwise engaged." Lord Jeffry began to bite and chew on her tender nubs causing more moans to break forth from Susannah who had been trying mightily to hold them back. Each moan was a surrender she wished not to make. She lost her composure for a fatal second and attempted to pull away. "You dare fight this? Deny me, girl?" Lord Jeffry pushed her back into the arms of Jamison who caught her and held her immobile while Lord Jeffry stood. She made an enticing target for Lord Jeffry's irritation. He raised his hands and began to smack and swat hitting just the very tips of her beleaguered nipples. He flicked and pinched and twisted with malice and the intent to hurt. She was in tears before he grew bored with the punishment. He sat back in his chair and blew out a disgusted breath. "Ungrateful wench! Jamison, the bells. Then, I think the belt, if she remains disobedient." "Yes, my lord." Jamison reached around and Susannah felt a piercing pain on her nipple and when he removed his hand she saw her nipple had been clamped in a vicious contraption. A metal bar stuck forward from the end of her nipples from which dangled a delicate chain and three tiny, silver bells. With each movement the bells tingled and jangled. It was humiliating and degrading; she hung her head in defeat. Serving Girl and Sunday Sermon **This can be read as a stand alone, but it might be better to read Serving Girl. Again, just a little fantasy I thought I'd share. It has no basis in reality nor is it intended to bring to mind real persons either living or dead. "We begin this morning's sermon with a reading from St Paul..." The round man orated from his perch atop the lectern. Susannah had been taught to pay strict attention to the preacher, for he would show the way to piety and goodness, and Susannah had never questioned her mother's teachings and by extension the lessons taught by Minister Davidson. Mr. Davidson had been a kindly gentle soul who always took time to pat Susannah on the head and with a twinkle in his eye, admonish her to obey and honor her mother. Therefore, Susannah sat tall and gave him her full attention. But this preacher, this short, rounded man with a booming voice and greasy hair, seemed to meet each parishioners gaze with a look of accusation which caused Susannah to search her memory for the misdeeds she ought to confess. He scared her so much she was nearly able to forget the pinching in her nipples. That was her misdeed, she realized. After seven full days she was still being caught showing improper posture and this morning Lord Jeffry, who curiously didn't seem truly irritated, switched from ordering her to wear the bells, to ordering her to wear the crosses. Seven days of being the new serving girl for Lord Jeffry Stahlings; seven days of performing her duties bare breasted and sometimes completely nude with her arms bound behind her, and still she could not maintain Lord Jeffry's edict of strict adherence to a woman's proper posture. Simply put, she could not remember to always stick her tits out. "Bearing in mind, God created man in his image, and then created woman to be Adam's helper..." the preacher boomed as if he wished the whole county to hear his voice, "and that a large amount of time passes before Eve is seduced by the snake; thus bringing the downfall of man and the woman's curses resulting in the pangs of childbearing, during which Eve submits to Adam and helps him in every way. Dear people, Eve submits to Adam not for the sole purpose of procreation, but because it is God's wish and Adam's right." Susannah felt Mr. Jamison grab her breasts and pinch her nipples again. Unfortunately, she let out a squeak and the preacher turned his accusing eyes directly upon Susannah. "Wives be submissive to your husbands, let women be silent in the churches. These were not suggestions, made by St. Paul, oh no. These were commands from God Himself, revealed to St. Paul and we are grateful for the knowledge of how best to please God!" He raised his fist in the air and then pounded the podium thrice. "Go with the Lord my children." "Oh girl, you've done it now." Mr. Jamison whispered in her ear as they filed out of the little country church. Being servants of Lord Jeffry, they waited while he made his way out and shook hands with the preacher. Lord Jeffry then motioned to them indicting they should wait, and so they did. When the church was empty and the parishioners had all left, the preacher turned his gaze back into the church and motioned Susannah forward. "Did you have something you wished to add to my sermon, girl?" The preacher stood in the doorway and blocked Susannah from exiting. "Nnn no sir... I'm... I'm terribly sorry for..." Susannah could barely even get a whispered reply out she was so afraid of this man. "And do you have anything you wish to say other than this pathetic, simpering excuse for your disgraceful lack of humility?" Susannah clasped her hands together in front her and looked at the ground, wishing it would swallow her up, and shook her head. "I see." He stood silently and studied her for a moment, the turned to Lord Jeffry. "Mr. Stahlings, it seems your servant girl has learned neither posture nor the humility required to be man's helper as dictated by God Himself. I should like to instruct her further, if I may." Susannah stole a glance at Lord Jeffry and was even further alarmed when she noticed he looked on with apprehension. "That is very good of you sir, but this morning I have pressing business. Perhaps, if you would be good enough to come to dine this evening you could offer her your guidance." "Very well. In that case, I shall provide her with reading material... er, can she read?" When she noticed Lord Jeffry shrug his shoulders Susannah felt compelled to come to his rescue and she slowly shook her head. Lord Jeffry stepped forward and grabbed Susannah's hand and propelled her forward past the preacher. "Reverend Fallwell, please be assured she will be instructed during our ride back to my manor. When you and I dine this evening, you can then test her. Good day." In the carriage Susannah struggled to understand how this preacher Fallwell could be so very different from Mr. Davidson; the kindly minister she had grown up listening to and always wanted to impress with her unwavering obedience to her mother. "Well Jamison, while that was fun, it certainly was a narrow escape." Jeffry growled at Jamison. "Now I shall have to suffer through a dinner listening to the..." He stopped and looked at Susannah. "Tit's out even when riding girl. Jamison, remove her covering again today." Jamison reached over and unbuttoned her coat, then instructed Susannah to complete the rest. As she slid her arm from the sleeve of her coat Lord Jeffry stayed her hand. "Just loosen your top enough to pull those tits out, it's too cold for anyone to be completely topless. I am an exacting master but I am not cruel." "Ah the silver crosses, I forgot you were wearing them today." Lord Jeffry reached over and fondled her breasts absentmindedly. "Come closer girl, don't make me reach across. On your knees right here and say again what your place and purpose is while in my employ." "I am you obedient serving girl. I obey you in all things. My purpose is to serve you and to make you happy. I offer you this body to use as you see fit." Susannah whispered as she brought herself into the position her master had instructed. She then cupped her large full breasts and offered them to Lord Jeffry. Her nipples were inflamed with irritation from the clamps and puckered from the cold. She held in a groan when he began to play her nipples. He removed the clamps and handed them to Jamison. "Exacting, not cruel." He rubbed her poor swollen breasts and then loosened the buttons on his trousers. "Suck it." Susannah took a deep breath and smiled at Lord Jeffry's kindness and attention. He was indeed exacting and seemed to stay just behind the line where cruelty begins. She pulled out his member and began to lick all around his staff, as she'd been taught to do by Nellie while she practiced on Jamison. Lord Jeffry grabbed her head and pulled her away. "I didn't say lick. I said suck. Oh, you will have to attend me better than that." Then he pulled her back onto his thick member which still hadn't fully reached its massive size and began to work her head up and down over his staff. "I gave you the opportunity to suck but now you shall have to show your willingness to be the obedient vessel as you wait to take my seed." After several minutes Susannah's jaw was getting sore from being forced open so far and her neck was hurting from the vise-like grip he kept on her. The carriage went over a bump in the road and she bounced up, and then came back down impaling her head upon his staff. It went all the way down her throat but before she could gag, another bump and impalement followed and she felt Lord Jeffry's grip loosen allowing her head to fully react to the bumpy road. Jamison chuckled and suggested the carriage take the back way to the manor for it was a very bumpy road. Apparently that's what they did because Lord Jeffry switched from holding her head to holding her tits, simply to keep her from bouncing all the way off his staff. "Jamison, you may shoot your seed into her mouth once she has taken mine." Her master growled through gritted teeth, then grabbed her head and pushed his staff all the way down her throat. Susannah was alarmed when he failed to pull her back off. She knew to stay malleable and remain as Lord Jeffry placed her. Just as she was beginning to worry that she would run out of air, she felt him shoot his seed down her throat, he then pulled back a little and shot the rest deep into her mouth. "Hold it in your mouth girl, don't swallow it yet." He pumped a few more times the lay back on his seat, pulling her head with him. "Just wait right there, keep my seed in your mouth. Jamison is nearly ready to gift you. Jamison get it all in her mouth." While holding Lord Jeffry's shrinking member in her mouth Susannah shifted her eyes toward Mr. Jamison's lap and saw that he was frantically rubbing up and down on his staff. The taste of her master's seed was becoming overwhelming. The texture was not something she was likely to ever get used to. "All right girl, go get your gift." Susannah released her master's staff and crawled over to Jamison. She had to tuck the seed already in her mouth under her tongue, lest she spill as she opened her mouth for Jamison to shove his staff in. "Now!" Jamison said and grabbed her head to pull her close enough that he could safely shoot his entire gift straight in. "Susannah, keep all the seed in your mouth. Swish it around all over your tongue, around your cheeks; make sure it coats all of your teeth. Now remember these words for when Reverend Fallwell dines this evening. 'Now I praise you, brethren, that ye remember me in all things, and keep the ordinances, as I delivered them to you. But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man...' That, Susannah is from 1 Corinthians 11, and what it means is that Christ resides in the head of man. The end of a man's staff is often referred to as the head. Christ resides in the head of my staff and receiving a man's seed is receiving the redemption of Christ. Do you understand?" Susannah had never had Corinthians explained thus and her eyes went wide as she came to understand why it was so important that the gifts she had been given were indeed gifts to be cherished. She nodded her head enthusiastically, so happy in her new understanding. "Now you may swallow." Susannah did so and with tears in her eyes, she gratefully thanked her master and Mr. Jamison for their generous gifts. **Susannah will return soon as we peak into the dinner with the good reverend. The party will come next, I think. **Your comments on Serving Girl prompted me to write this little snippet. The votes, while honestly appreciated, do not mean nearly as much as your comments, good or bad. In a perfect world, you'd take a moment to do both. Serving Girl and Sunday Sermon Ch. 02 ** A continuation of Serving Girl. Susannah has been tricked to serve in the manor house of Lord Jeffry, where female servants are expected to obey; in a town religiously led by a cleric with rather unconventional ideas. Everyone in the story is over 18. You'll find reluctance, domination, submission, light bondage, anal, and double penetration. ***Any similarities to actual persons, either living or dead, are unintentional and purely coincidental. "There, that should do it. How does that feel? Any pinching?" Nellie patted the straps over Susannah's shoulders. Then took a step back to take in the full effect of the harness in which she had just dressed the new serving girl. Susannah had begun to look upon Nellie as a bit of a mother hen. Always fussing and making sure Susannah was prepared to serve Lord Jeffry. Susannah stood facing the full length mirror that hung in the narrow hallway in the servant's quarters. Her face was beet root red and she was unable to gaze at her own reflection. This was the first time Susannah had been shown her proscribed serving attire and it still needed alterations. This was also the first time Susannah had ever seen her unclothed body. The site of her naked chest scandalized her. "Nn... no ma'am." She desperately wanted to cover her breasts and made fists the stop herself from wrapping her arms around her chest. A part of her wanted to study the body in the mirror, the body she knew so well but never gave a thought to how it appeared to those facing it directly; how it would look to someone else. She couldn't look in the mirror, she might give herself away. Susannah stole a quick glance at the reflection of Mr. Jamison who was standing behind her with his customary combination of a scowl and a lewd grin. As the right hand man of Lord Jeffry Stahlings, her employer, Mr. Jamison was stern and watchful; the only person he answered to was Lord Jeffry himself. In the seven days she had been the serving girl, she learned that Mr. Jamison set the example for all the staff repeating endlessly "for his lordship's pleasure and comfort..." Then she looked into the eyes of the saddle maker who was standing in front of her, but off the side; who also wore the lewd grin but without the scowl. The saddle maker and Mr. Jamison were staring at her breasts. But Nellie was studying the harness, it seemed. The harness had stiff leather strapping under her breasts and around her back where it buckled in place. A second piece of leather was attached the first, that ran underneath both breasts the up around the outside and was attached to a collar that encircled her neck. Two more strips of leather ran from the collar, in back of her neck, down her back and attached to the strap that encircled her chest. When Nellie had tightened the last two straps, the harness forced her head and chest up. To Susannah, the effect was shocking; her full breasts were pushed up and out. It looked like her breasts, fair skin with the exception of her aureoles and nipples-that always seemed to be bright red from being manhandled so frequently- had been placed in a frame designed to draw the eye to the breast. She could feel the heat in her face and wished she could disappear. She felt as if she was nothing more than a barnyard animal on display. Standing here in this hallway, with her breasts pushed out thus, these men openly and with impunity staring at her breasts as if they were sizing up cuts of meat on a platter, made her feel inadequate, less than human, and also very queer between her legs. Susannah kept her gaze demurely lowered. She didn't want to see these men looking at her; she didn't know how she was supposed to behave when this happened. She was very young, just 18. She had no family to protect her, since her brother could not be located. She was a mere serving girl. And as if that wasn't enough, she was a female; the first and last factor dictating the highly limited control she had over her life. Her mother, God rest her soul, had taught her to honor, obey and love God; the most important lessons a good woman could teach her daughter. Honor, obey and love God were the lessons women were taught in church too. To love God, a woman must submit herself to God, and by extension to man; for God made Adam in his image. She was to honor men, obey men, and, as she had learned earlier today, if they wished to take their pleasure from using her body, she was to submit and obey. Mr. Jamison stepped forward and ran his hands up her back, around her shoulders, and ended his exploration by filling his hands with her breasts. After several minutes of mauling her breasts he pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear; "This harness will make your tits stick out nicely, as they should. It is to be worn each and every day. Your master had this especially made for you because you have been unable to keep the posture required of a serving girl." Susannah lowered her eyes in shame. "I'm sorry Mr. Jamison." "Good coin the master has spent on this harness because you fail to recognize your place among men, because you lack humility. You need to show your gratitude not just for being in the master's employ, but for his willingness to take a shameless woman who is unwilling to be subservient to men, and teach her her place." "I will Mr. Jamison. I am grateful to be taught my place." Susannah implored. "I'm grateful when I am filled with Christ's redemption, when you and the master offer it to me. I'll try to be more humble, really I will." Susannah was now ringing her hands in fear for her mortal soul. "We shall see your level of obedience tonight when Reverend Fall well dines." He slapped each nipple lightly and turned to Nellie. "Bring the trays Nellie, we shall see that Susannah can remember her place." "Now then, girl, I want you to hold this tray in one hand, the other tray in the other hand. Hold the trays out to the side; do not attempt to block access to your tits by keeping the trays in front of you." Mr. Jamison mumbled as he and Nellie began to place stemmed wine goblets filled with water and small bowls of fruit on each tray. "Now, pay attention Susannah. You will be serving hors d'oeuvres during the first part of this evening wearing this harness. You are to keep the trays steady and out to the sides. Do not make a fool of the master by upsetting your tray, keep your hold steady no matter what." Mr. Jamison then popped a slice of apple in his mouth and grabbed a glass from the tray in her right hand. Susannah had been paying attention was able to adjust her fingers so the tray remained balanced. "Excellent, my dear. I'm very impressed." Mr. Jamison said into Susannah's beaming face. Then he began to feel her breasts in a most gentle way. The saddle maker joined this activity and Susannah was becoming flushed with the delightful feeling that traveled from her breasts down to her lady part. The men stood chatting to each other and munching on the apple slices whilst Susannah was becoming over run with delicious sensations between her legs. "I sees this'un's lathering up. She's an easy train, eh?" The saddle maker spoke to Jamison while tweaking her nipple. Susannah had to concentrate very hard to remain silent and not move, lest the tray spill. "In some aspects, yes, easily trained. Mouth skills still need work. But all in all the tits are really just perfect wouldn't you say?" "They's alright. But where them legs meet a'hind, that's the tickle spot fer me." Having said that, the saddle make ran his other hand down Susannah's back and began to fondle her bottom over her skirts. "We gone ta do any belt work on this 'un?" "Not likely any time soon. She's still being broken in." Mr. Jamison switched hands; his left tweaking her nipple while his right began to pat and rub her lady part on top of her skirt. Susannah was in a fog where nothing existed but the sensations her body was being forced to absorb. Her nipples puckered and swelled, her lady part tingled and pulsed. She closed her eyes and as her head slowly dipped back, she became aware of that tension building between her legs. It kept getting stronger and stronger. She began to need deep breaths and she couldn't help the low moan that escaped. Remotely, she felt the ties at her waist band loosen but she didn't react. The sensations and tension that were building inside her, making her feel like spreading her legs and moving her hips, those feeling were overriding anything else. She wasn't fully aware when the cold air hit her skin which meant her skirts had been removed. She stood in front of the mirror; Mr. Jamison tweaking her right nipple, the saddle maker tweaking her left. Their hands were all over her body, kneading her bum and rubbing her lady parts. She spread her legs and pushed out her hips, her lady part wanted more. "That's enough!" Mr. Jamison viciously pinched and twisted her nipple. Susannah came crashing back to reality; suddenly aware that she almost dropped her trays so lost in sensation she had become. She was filled with shame. An obedient and humble woman would not allow herself to be lost in pleasure unless that was what she was told to do, she thought. Tears of self recrimination filled her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I lost sight of my duty to serve you. I'm shameful and..." "Hush child." Nellie said with warmth. "You're learning to be a serving girl and there will be mistakes. You'll be forgiven so long as you keep trying." "Nellie, take the trays back to the kitchen." Mr. Jamison watched her go and then pushed down on Susannah's shoulders. She willingly sunk to her knees mumbling her wish to humble herself before God and be obedient to His wishes. "What she mumblin bout?" The saddle maker whispered to Jamison. "Susannah attended Reverend Fallwell's sermon this morning and the spirit of the Lord filled her." "Ah, so she's one a them... what they call 'emselves? Holy sumpin er others?" "I can't remember exactly, MOR something, Men Of Rank... oh doesn't matter really. Susannah, if you feel the need for redemption you may ask Vergil for his gift." "Oh, thank you Mr. Jamison. Yes. Mr. Vergil, please will you give me Christ's redemption?" Susannah kneeled up and put her hands together pleading. When the saddle maker's eyebrows drew together in confusion Jamison whispered in his ear so that Susannah couldn't hear. "She has been taught a man's seed is the gift of redemption from Christ. We like to make her swish the seed all around her mouth before she's allowed to swallow. Wait till you see her try not to grimace as she swallows." Then Mr. Jamison drew back with a large grin on his face. A look of shock and surprise took over the saddle maker's face. "Truthful? Well, I ain't passing that up." He stepped closer to Susannah and loosened his pants so he could pull out his staff. It was smaller than Mr. Jamison's and much smaller than her master's so Susannah felt she could be very pleasing to him without much discomfort. But when he drew closer, the smell was noxious enough to make her turn her head away. "Something unpleasant girl? Perhaps the Lord wishes you to atone for you sin of pride?" Susannah blinked a few times before she nodded her head in agreement. Then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Jamison shoved her forward and motioned for the saddle maker to take over. "You are unworthy of this gift. And yet, good Vergill is willing to give it to you anyway. Show your devotion girl and make it good." Mr. Jamison growled in her ear. "Oh damn that's... yeah... yeah... that's it girl suck it good." The saddle maker had threaded his finger through Susannah's hair and was slowly bringing her in so her nose touched his short hairs, then slowly dragging her back out. "Suck harder girl, I should have ta push hard ta move yer head out. Harder girl. Yeah... like that... Oh damnation..." Then he pushed Susannah back and his staff popped out of her mouth making a slurping sound. He lifted up his staff and pushed her back into his crotch. Susannah whimpered, her eyes watered, the smell was so concentrated she thought she might faint. "Lick my balls girlie, lick all the way down get yer tongue inta my whole. Oh, yeah that's it... now suck on my balls more." The saddle maker had opened his legs giving Susannah more access and allowing his aroma to envelop her. "Alright, that's enough, back to my staff. Suck it girl." Susannah was grateful to have more access to cleaner air and gave his staff the best sucking she possibly could. Without warning, he shoved his staff all the way down her throat a few times then pulled it out of her mouth, continuing to rub it hard. "Open girlie, let me see how grateful yer bein ta get my seed." Susannah, desperate to get every drop tried to cover his staff with her mouth but he denied her so she opened her mouth as big as she could, with the hope she could catch it all. The first spurt of the creamy seed landed mostly on her nose, the second landed half on her cheek and half in her mouth. All the rest dribbled into her mouth. With hands nearly as filthy as his crotch, the saddle maker scooped up the goo splattered on her face and pushed it into her mouth. "Lemme see ya spread it all over yer front teeth; like spreading lard." "Ain't that a sight! Them tits pushed up, nipples red and swollen, got my cum in her mouth and looking like a right slut she is. Alright girl, lemme see ya swallow." Susannah could taste the filth from his balls and from his fingers, the texture of his seed seemed stringier than her previous tastes from Lord Jeffry and Mr. Jamison. It was almost a chewy texture. She was holding back swallowing until she was sure she wouldn't automatically bring it all back up. When she finally got it all to the back of her throat, she prayed to be worthy of this gift of redemption in the hopes it would stay down. "Thank you sir, thank you for your gift as undeserving as I am." Susannah spoke the words Lord Jeffry had taught her as Jamison pulled her up to standing and removed the harness. "Right nice piece a work ya got here. Can't wait fer a time when I get ta do em belts. I specialize in belts fer sluts and you gone need one right soon enough." He cackled as he gathered his tools. Susannah wanted to ask what a slut was but she still had that disgusting taste in her mouth and instead waited to be dismissed so she could rinse her mouth with something strong. "The Reverend arrives in two hours girl. You may rest for a short time, then you are to be scrupulously clean, Nellie will show you, and present yourself in the kitchen to await further orders." Fully rested, Susannah was taken to a special stall in the barn in the middle of which was a table, where she was told to lay down on her back. Nellie placed a funnel in her bottom's back opening and poured in pitcher after pitcher of warm water. Once that humiliating cleansing was completed, she was rinsed, then scrubbed and rinsed again. Nellie wrapped a hooded blanket around her and escorted her back to the servants' quarters. Susannah's face was red with shame passing the line of stable lads who gleefully watched throughout her preparations. "That filly's bout to get her shitter plugged, make no mistake." "Yah, the reverend's coming tonight. Better her 'an us, eh? "Just ignore them Susannah. Not worth being punished to talk back. Keep walking dear." Nellie kept a strong hold on Susannah as they walked, being followed by the lads from the barn. "He's a bugger fiend that one. Don't make no difference what's up front, it's the shitter he likes." "Hey girl, make sure you don't cum with reverend. He don't give nothing and he's fearful angry when it gets tooken." "Shut yer wholes ya stinking fools! Don't worry girl, just put a candle in yer window and we alls come visit and give ya all the cums a slut could want." By the time Susannah and Nellie arrived at the door to the kitchen Susannah's knees were weak and she could hardly hold herself upright. Nellie brought her to the long work table and then brought her a strong cup of tea. "This here's special tea. It's special fer serving girls. It'll keep you strong, makes your skin glow and if you drink it every day your monthly courses stop flowing, which makes the master happy. A course in my day, his lordship's father simply used my mouth and my bum. Didn't mind much in general, but during my courses it hurt like the dickens." Susannah gasped and looked at Nellie. "My ma said when your courses stop, you are with child or you are going to die. I don't want to die Nellie! If I drink this will I get with child then?" Just then Jamison walked into the kitchen from his office. "Discussions of this nature are at the discretion of his Lordship only. You know this Nellie. I'm half tempted to send you to the Reverend for some extra teaching." "Oh please Mr. Jamison, sir. We didn't really discuss anything. I was just..." "Quiet! I believe you Nellie, you've always been obedient. But you will be punished for this. Get Susannah oiled and prepared, the Reverend should be arriving soon. Susannah found herself standing in the parlor wearing just the harness and the new black serving skirt. It wrapped around her body and tied in the back. She had her long auburn hair twisted up in a special knot, with long tendrils seductively framing her face. She was not wearing her white lace serving cap. That was for day work, never for serving supper meals. Her skin glowed from the vanilla and citrus scented oil that which Nellie had rubbed all over her body. Nellie had also taken sharpened coal and smudged it around her eyes, then she'd rubbed crushed berries on her plump lips. When Susannah looked in the mirror she wasn't sure she was gazing at herself. She was quiet shaken when Nellie insisted on putting lard into her bottom and spreading extra oil on her lady parts. "You'll thank me fer that lard later girl, just do yer best to keep it all in yer bum." Nellie had told her. Susannah kept hearing references to her bottom and so many new words today, she was trying to figure them out. 'Bugger fiend' what could that mean she though. She wondered if the words 'Cum' and 'Slut' and also 'Cums' were words a lady should use? Then she remembered how Mr. Jamison made it clear Susannah was not to ask Nellie or talk with Nellie about these things. Was she to remain ignorant or was she to ask Lord Stahlings to explain? That must be it, she thought. Lord Jeffry Stahlings had taught her about a man's staff and a woman's sheath, he'd shown her where a man could put his staff when he wanted pleasure and though it hurt, he did give her pleasure that day. Susannah's face turned red as she remembered being gifted with seed that first time. If she had only known how special and holy the seed was, she would have been asking for seed from many men. "Girl! I said now!" Lord Jeffry's command startled her out of her pensive thoughts and she quickly walked forward, carefully keeping each tray out to her side. As the Reverend took a square of cheese from the tray on the right side, he reached out and pinched the nipple on her left side. She successfully remained silent but couldn't help the grimace she'd made. "You see that? Lack of gratitude, lack of humility, lack of remorse." Reverend Fallwell ticked off each "lack of..." by flicking her nipple. "Woman is to be subservient and submit to all the punishment the daughter's of Eve deserve. I say we do a disservice to mankind by not punishing women several times each day. Only when women have seen the error of their ways and atoned enough for Eve's sin will the Lord grant us entry into Eden." "Quite right, Reverend, quite right. Come, let's refill our glasses and begin our meal. After you good sir." Serving Girl and Sunday Sermon Ch. 02 Susannah curtsied to their retreating backs and scampered to the kitchen as fast as she could. She picked up a soup tureen and followed Mr. Jamison into the dining room. Nellie had just placed down the first course, so Mr. Jamison indicated she should put the soup tureen on the sideboard and stand behind and to the left of Lord Jeffry. "You say the lad wishes to complete his studies under your tutelage? How did he manage to find you?" "I daresay it wasn't easy. My particular calling is not met with the agreement it should in many places as you well know. One or two cowardly colleagues grumble about a few bruises..." The Reverend grumbled into his drink leaving his last remarks unintelligible. He shoved a spoonful of creamed fished in his mouth then turned back to Lord Jeffry. "I believe he mentioned over a year he's been searching me out." The Reverend spoke with his mouthful of creamed fish and it spewed all over the table. Susannah was about to step forward to wipe up his fish filled spittle, until she caught Mr. Jamison's gaze. He looked sterner than ever but softened his features when Susannah placed her hands behind her back. "Welcome the lad into our society, yes but I don't think our little village has enough people to support two preachers. How long do you think he'll stay with you?" Lord Jeffry brought his hand up and motioned Susannah forward. When she stepped forward, she didn't know what he wanted and again she glanced at Mr Jamison. He looked sternly at her breasts, then leaned forward slightly. Susannah looked down at her breasts, looked at Mr. Jamison, then she noticed Lord Jeffry's elbow, resting on the arm of the chair. His hand was up and he was wiggling his fingers. She leaned down thinking he would whisper something in her ear but instead, he rubbed his fingers over her breasts and nipples. Susannah froze in place and glanced again at Mr. Jamison who clearly was pleased. So she remained bent over to allow Lord Jeffry to fondle her breasts without having to lift his elbow off the arm of the chair. "Joseph claims to have funds to support himself for a limited time. He plans to learn and then begin his own Men of Rank ministry in some distant place out west. I was hoping, Mr. Stahlings, that you could lodge him in the little cottage you keep beside the barn. Give him more opportunity to learn our method before he must deplete his funds. It will be difficult for him to begin his own ministry, our faith isn't well looked upon just yet." More creamed fish went flying and this time some of it landed on Susannah. She realized she'd probably been placed there on purpose so the Reverend's spittle wouldn't land on Lord Jeffry. "Reverend, once again I bring to your attention, you fail to address me..." Lord Jeffry was clearly angry; he was now pinching Susannah's nipple and it was beginning to hurt. " But... I thought your title had been..." "That, Reverend, is beside the point. Even though we are as you say 'in this country without an aristocracy' a foreign title remains the respectful address." "Please accept my apologies My Lord. I shall address you as is your due henceforth." The Reverend laid down his spoon and for the first time looked at Susannah's face. "She is awful young, have you taken her yet?" "Yes, she's highly responsive too." Lord Jeffry gave her nipple another pinch then indicated she could stand again. He pushed out his chair and stood behind it as Mr. Jamison swept in to clear the first course. Out of nowhere Nellie appeared and took the used bowls and utensils as Susannah replaced them with fresh. "Come here girl." Revenend Fallwell commanded Susannah. "You experienced pleasure when you were breached for the first time? Can this be true?" Susannah bowed her head and nodded. She was confused because Lord Jeffry said she could have it but now the Reverend made her feel as if she'd done something wrong. "Harlot! Jezebel! You are the reason we no longer live in Eden. You are not to feel pleasure, ever. Woman must be ever vigilant to guard against pleasure. Eve took pleasure from the apple, then seduced Adam. She went against God's command and took pleasure. You are not to take pleasure, you evil slut!" Susannah was about to apologize but remembered she was not to make a sound while serving the Reverend, so she nodded. "Jamison, next course if you will?" Lord Jeffry said jovially as he sat back down. After the Reverend sat Susannah followed as Mr. Jamison placed the soup tureen on the table. She picked up the Reverend's bowl and held it so Mr. Jamison could fill it. Then she did the same for Lord Jeffry. "Girl, see to the soups temperature." Lord Jeffry indicated she was again to lean her breasts forward but was very surprised when Lord Jeffry sat back in his chair and indicated his soup bowl. Perplexed, she looked at Mr. Jamison and nearly exclaimed out loud once she understood his gesticulations. She leaned over Lord Jeffry's soup and dipped her breast as far into the frothy mixture as she cold manage. She sucked in a breath; it was still quite hot. She then brought her soup dripping nipple closer to Lord Jeffry's mouth. "Bring that tit closer girl, don't make me reach for it." Susannah cupped her breast and brought it to his mouth. He sucked in her nipple and alternated between licking it and biting it. Susannah started to have that tension between her legs again. But when Lord Jeffry grabbed her other breast and began to play with that nipple, she was in fear of making a noise and even worse, enjoying this. She closed her eyes and tried not to feel pleasure. "See to the Reverend's soup now." She was still breathing rather heavily when she stood up and walked over to the Reverend's place. His soup was also hot but this time she was prepared. When the Reverend got hold of her nipple she was grateful he bit down so hard. The last thing she wanted was to anger him by taking pleasure. She made a decision to ask Lord Jeffry how she could keep her pleasure at bay. She hoped the Reverend's testing would end soon; her nipple was in great pain. Obviously he was having a difficult time discerning the temperature of the soup; he kept biting, taking little pinching bites that felt as if he was breaking her skin apart. She tried very hard to keep her face neutral, but after a particularly long pinch she sucked in a breath and made a squealing sound. The reverend immediately released her nipple from his bite but grabbed her breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples viciously. "Eve gave up her right to pleasure and accepted her fate. Her daughters suffer the same. You shall accept the pain." As the Reverend explained thus to Susannah he smiled in her face. Looking at just his smile, he would appear so kind and loving, but once she glanced into his eyes, she saw cruelty and coldness and Susannah was very afraid. How would she atone for having taken pleasure? She didn't know she wasn't supposed to. "I shall deal with you after the soup, away now." The Reverend motioned to Mr. Jamison who moved to the fireplace and added another log. "You know Reverend," Lord Jeffry picked up his spoon and dipped it into his soup, after he swallowed he went on. "While the daughter's of Eve suffer, and I shall not dispute the doctrinal support for that stance, it is my pleasure, your pleasure, indeed , all Men of Rank pleasure that matters. Now, I find a woman's skin, so soft and clear, to be appealing. I prefer my women to be fair of skin and have a healthy glow." "Lord Jeffry, you forget we must punish. That is our role over women, part of our duty to see she suffers enough for her sin." Susannah was startled when Mr. Jamison stepped behind her and began to unbuckle her harness. Once it was off she was glad the restriction was no longer there, but felt naked without it. He walked her to the other side of the table and stood her near the fireplace. He bound her wrists together then held them up and hooked them to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. She had noticed the chain, oddly dangling a few feet in front of the fireplace, but had no idea that its purpose was to hang her from the ceiling. "A pink glow, yes, I find that desirable. Even a ting of red in a few select areas can be arousing. Not a black and blue mottled complexion. Makes them look sickly and ill. I don't like it and won't permit it." Lord Jeffry waved a dismissive hand at Reverend Fallwell. "For your attention this night, she hasn't yet been opened in back. I understand that can be... uncomfortable for them if done the... ah, the right way." "Indeed." Reverend Fallwell stood up and walked over to where Susannah hung; feeling like a live pig in a butcher shop. He grabbed the bulge between his legs and rubbed it slowly as he looked Susannah up and down. "My formidable weapon has given many a punishment over the years." Susannah looked at the round man with fear. Was this why she had to take all the water into her bum? Her bum was still in pain and this man was going to put his staff in there? As these thoughts occurred to her she looked at Lord Jeffry who was still seated. But he merely smiled. She looked at Mr. Jamison who looked back with his usual grin and scowl combination. "Well then Reverend, I believe it would be wise for you to open her with your punishing staff before you go." Lord Jeffry nodded to Jamison who stepped forward and untied her skirt. Susannah was left completely nude and unable to cover herself. She felt more vulnerable than a newborn lamp amidst hungry lions. Susannah was mortified as the Reverend stepped forward and gazed at her lady part. "Quite disgusting that." He motioned to the place where her legs met. "The root of all sin. As soon as a woman gets broken in she begins to steal little bits of pleasure. But, when we restrict ourselves to the back place, we don't run as much risk to her thievery." Susannah looked down into the short round man's eyes. Her own eyes filled with tears, pleading with him silently. He gave her another evil grin, turned her in place and smacked her bum. Susannah almost yipped. She hoped her sharp intake of breath didn't count as talking. He smacked her again and said, "Silence means without sound. Women shall be silent unless asked to speak by a man." "She's up too high. Jamison, place her bending over the seat of the chair." Jamison unhooked her from the chain then led her to the previously indicated chair. He lashed her wrists to the back of the chair down at the seat. Then pushed between her should blades. "Keep those elbows on the seat at all times, girl." He said as he kicked her feet wide apart. By now Susannah was so terrified she was hyperventilating. Why did Eve eat that apple, she thought? "Oh Reverend, be sure she gets your seed." Lord Jeffry called between sips of wine. "I intend to bury my seed deep within her bowls." Reverend Fallwell was standing to the side of Susannah gazing at her with an evil grin. She could see Mr. Jamison rubbing up and down on the Reverend's pants where his staff was tucked. "That's good Jamison, my beast is now ready to rip." "No, her mouth Reverend, I mean give your seed in her mouth." Lord Jeffry was laughing now. "Her mouth? Why that's... that's perfect Lord Jeffry. I shall do just that." Susannah could feel the reverend's hand grip her hips and he moved forward. Then stepped back. "She's still too high Jamison!" "Sorry sir, allow me..." Then Susannah felt Jamison kick her legs out even more. She was widely spread out now and could only imagine the lewd picture that could be seen by those behind her. "How's that?" Jamison asked as he too seemed to be laughing. Again she felt the Reverend's hand on her hips. She felt him step forward and felt what must be his staff trying to poke into her bum. He pushed and pushed and Susannah did her best to keep her bum as tightly closed as possible. She was breathing so hard and praying to be forgiven for her lack of courage to take her punishment. Then she squealed when she felt the Reverend slap her bum. "Jamison, untie her hands so she can spread herself." Susannah was now resting her breasts on the chair and made to reach back and pull apart her bum cheeks to fully expose herself and allow the reverend to penetrate. She closed her eyes tightly as she took a deep breath and prepared for a large amount of pain. He entered her, but the pain was nothing like it had been when Lord Jeffry had opened her. In fact, after the Reverend had pumped in and out a few times, Susannah realized it didn't hurt at all. What hurt was how tightly she had to grip her bum cheeks in order to keep them spread apart. His huge belly would no doubt be an impediment to his full penetration, by pulling her cheeks apart, she leveled his playing field, so to speak. His staff entering, sliding in and out was neither painful nor pleasurable. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her grip. "The wanton slut is even enjoying her first back door? Lord Jeffry, this woman must be whipped!" "No, Reverend she's not enjoying your punishment. Feel her cunt, why don't you? You'll find it dry I suspect." Now Lord Jeffry was smiling as Susannah had never seen him smile before. "I'm not touching that revolting thing. You do it Jamison." Reverend Fallwell was clearly repulsed by her lady part. Susannah felt Mr. Jamison stick his fingers in her and wiggle them around. Then she felt him rub the place where he rubbed her before. She could feel the moisture he rubbed on her tickle spot. "No, Sir, dry as a bone in there. I think the pain must be great indeed for her to have let go her hands. I expect she's fighting back tears with that almighty staff reaming her." "Quite right. Get ready girl, your pain will become more than you can bare, but bare it you will." With that, the Reverend increased the speed with which he slid in and out of her bum a few more times before he yelled. "Quick, down on your knees slut!" Susannah, grimaced as she realized she'd be taking his staff into her mouth after it had been in her bum. But she dutifully opened her mouth and prepared herself for Christ's offered redemption. When she felt Reverend slide something in her mouth she thought it was his finger. She opened her eyes and realized that thing in her mouth was not his finger but his mighty staff and it was the size of his finger; his littlest finger. She glanced at Lord Jeffry in surprise and he winked at her. "Don't choke on his staff girl, keep your wits about you and be grateful for his offering. "Mr. Jamison said through gritted teeth. He too seemed to be filled with mirth. The Reverend grunted and groaned and Susannah felt a drop of seed land on her tongue. She waited for more. "There now, swallow it all girl." Reverend Fallwell backed up to the chair by the fireplace and wiped his sweaty brow. After a few deep breaths he tucked his finger sized staff back into his pants , rested for some time, and then stood to leave. "I thank you for a lovely diner Lord Jeffry, but I must caution you against using her cunt. She was able to withstand great pain with me, this means she'll be stealing pleasure in no time at all." "Have no fear Reverend. I shall ensure that what she feels is what she ought to feel." Lord Jeffry clapped him on the back once Mr. Jamison had helped him on with his coat. "Good night Reverend, I look forward to meeting your protégé." He watched as the Reverend walked out the door and down the walkway toward his buggy. When Lord Jeffry turned back into the room he burst into gales of laughter. Jamison walked in behind him also laughing. Susannah hadn't moved from her position, on her knees in between the two big wing backed chairs, not knowing what was expected of her. Jamison poured two glasses of port and handed one to Lord Jeffry, the other to Susannah. "Drink up girl, it'll sooth the pain." Lord Jeffry snorted and joined Mr. Jamison in more laughter. Mr. Jamison took her glass once she'd drank the harsh tasting liquid. Having that slide down her throat was more painful than anything the Reverend had done to her. She coughed and gagged. Once again both Lord Jeffry and Mr. Jamison looked at her and burst into laughter. "I... I don't understand sir. Have I done something wrong?" Susannah meekly whispered once they'd quieted. "Not at all girl, you did just fine tonight. Now come over here and suck me." Already on her knees she stayed on her knees and sort of crawled the few steps to where Lord Jeffry was sitting. "Wait, stand up. Let me see..." Lord Jeffry drove his fingers into her lady part and wiggled them around. He brought them out and watched the clear moistness glisten on his fingers. He looked at Mr. Jamison and raised an eye brow. "If I may sir..." Jamison, standing right behind her, brought his hands up to fondle her breasts. "Tits out cunt, shall I have you sleep in your harness?" He rolled her nipples between his fingers as he bit down on her earlobe. "No sir... I'm s... oh. I'm ... ooh..." Susannah dropped her head backwards so it rested on Mr. Jamison's chest. She did not understand how this feeling in her breasts was also felt between her legs. Then she felt what must be Lord Jeffry rubbing around her tickle spot. She moaned lost in pleasure. "Oh No! Sir no, please no, I mustn't feel pleasure!" Susannah gasped and attempted to right herself. "That's right, Reverend did say that didn't he. Well, then you shall have to find a way to stop your pleasure, but if you ever say no to me again I shall beat you silly. Jamison, put her back on the chain." "Am I to be punished now, the way Reverend Fallwell said I should? I don't understand why it... it was supposed to be painful wasn't it?" Susannah asked as Mr. Jamison once again affixed her to the chain hanging from the ceiling. "How to answer... hmmm... I will punish your cunt. Then Jamison will punish you elsewhere." Then Lord Jeffry grabbed both her breasts, pushed them together and sucked on both nipples. "Mmmm, I shall have to remember to have these decorated for the party." Susannah was lost in sensation again, but this time she was fighting it. Between Mr. Jamison kissing and licking her neck and ear, and Lord Jeffry sucking on her nipples, she was building up a lot of pleasurable tension. She didn't know what to do to stop it. "Oh sir, punish mmm..." Then Lord Jeffry grabbed her bottom and made her wrap her legs around him. Mr Jamison assisted by keeping her thighs spread and somewhat supported. When Lord Jeffry entered her, she felt completely lost. It was so lovely to be filled thus. He moved in and out at a steady pace while Mr. Jamison played with her nipples and whispered in her ear. "Don't feel pleasure girl, you know what the reverend says. If you cum you make woman kind into the sluts they are. Don't cum girl." He whispered over and over again. But she didn't really understand his word, she only felt his hot breath on her neck and ear, it was very pleasant indeed. "I don't know that that word means Mr. Jamison. Or any of the words the stable lads used." Susannah realized as she focused on the meaning of words, she lost track of the pleasure. She decided to ask more. "What does 'Bugger Fiend' mean, or 'slut'? What is 'cum' or 'cums?'" Lord Jeffry stopped pumping into her to laugh some more. "Ah girl you're such a delight! Bugger is what the good Reverend did to you tonight" He pumped into her hard and wiggled his belly onto her tickle spot. "And what Jamison will do to you in a second or two." He repeated his action again. "Slut is a woman who enjoys submitting her body to men's pleasure." He repeated his action several more times only faster. "Cum, that's the feeling you get when the tension builds up..." More pumping; "between your legs," Even faster pumping. "crescendos for a while and then goes away." He slowed down but continued the motion of sliding in and out. "Cums, are when that happens over and over again." Serving Girl and Sunday Sermon Ch. 02 Then she felt Mr. Jamison tilt her forward ever so slightly. Lord Jeffry had become motionless, buried inside her. She felt something being smeared all over her bum and then she felt something like Reverend Fallwell's slight invasion inside her again. Then, there came a much larger pressure push into her, let go, then push in again. She felt a stretching from something enormous. She was afraid again. "Push out girl, push out and open yourself to me." Mr. Jamison grunted at her. She struggled to obey him. He was not yet inside her and already she was opened so much more than she had been for the reverend. Finally he popped in and Susannah mewled with pain. She was leaning forward, her head nearly on Lord Jeffry's chest, being supported by Lord Jeffry's staff which was buried inside her. Meanwhile Mr. Jamison had inserted his staff into her bum which clearly was not intended to be stretched this far. She felt Mr. Jamison pull out slightly then push in even more. He repeated this over and over until he finally was all the way in, according to his announcement. Susannah thought he had been in all the way some time ago. "Painful girl?" Lord Jeffry asked looking into her eyes which were squeezed shut. She nodded, not trusting her voice. "There there, allow me to bite these titties. Pull them up and put them in my mouth for me. My hands are busy holding your bottom up." Susannah made to ignore the pain in her bum and do as Lord Jeffry bid. But when she arched her back, she slid down even further impaling herself upon Mr. Jamison's staff. She sucked in a breath and froze. "Now you are all the way in Jamison." Lord Jeffry blew on her face. She startled and opened her eyes, looking at Lord Jeffry. "You will keep you gaze on me. Contrary to Reverend Fallwell, I do not wish you to experience an overly amount of pain." Then he looked at Mr. Jamison behind her. "Allow her to relax." Susannah felt Mr. Jamison wrap one hand around her breast, the other he slid down to her lady part and rubbed her tickle spot. "Come now girl, I wish for you to be more open. You will relax." Lord Jeffry stared into her eyes and Susannah felt compelled to concentrate on her bum, relax it and open it. It was working; she was no longer in pain and knew Lord Jeffry was true to his word. 'Exacting not cruel' as he frequently said. "Excellent Susannah, that was good my dear." Susannah blushed with pride at Lord Jeffry's kind remarks. "The pain is not so very great my Lord. This is an excellent way to use me and not run the risk that I might steal pleasure." "Of course not girl, we certainly don't want you stealing pleasure. You cunt is extremely tight now with Jamison in your arse. He and I will now proceed to our customary tempo when double teaming a wench." Lord Jeffry nodded to Jamison and they began a pattern that left her full at all times. When Mr. Jamison withdrew, Lord Jeffry pushed in. When Jamison pushed in, Lord Jeffry withdrew. "Oh, goodness. You have practiced this, have you not?" Susannah was growing concerned that not only was the pain bearable, she found herself anticipating their movements and swaying her hips to and fro in compliment. She was indeed experiencing pleasure and it was mounting at an alarming rate. "Oh! Oh dear... This... is... oh my..." Susannah was panting with wild abandon and could not think of a way to keep from stealing. "No, I do not wish to be a thief. To praise God... Yes... that's ... Oh... m... Yes, praise... Oh... uh..." The inward and outward complimentary movements of the two men were overwhelming, She could no longer remember why she must not feel pleasure, nor any words to focus on which might distract her. She could only feel what was happening down below, those lovely sensations filled her. She rocked her hips back and forth with building strength. As Lord Jeffry bit down on a nipple and Jamison rubbed her tickle spot, she lost all control. She threw her head back and let out a primordial chant that was totally nonsensical. The two men glanced at each other and smirked. "Well done Jamison. Hold fast though. I'm not ready yet." "Yes... Sir" Mr. Jamison grunted out his response and continued to stroke Susannah's little nubbin. Both men continued their symphonic movements and with a look from Lord Jeffry, the tempo increased yet again. "Oh, please... I mustn't... I mustn't... Oh not...aga..." Again Susannah gave forth a flurry of sounds the meaning of which she knew not, but both the men understood loud and clear. When her sounds died down she began to cry in earnest. "Please, I wish to please God. Please no more pleasure. Help me not feel pleasure?" She begged. Exactly who she wished to intercede on her behalf, whether God himself or the two men, she did not know nor was she aware of the need to distinguish just who the intended target should be. Of one thing she was certain, no one was listening, for yet again the tempo increased and her pleasure became so overwhelming she went slack in the restraints that encircled her wrists. Lord Jeffry gave yet another signal and both men lost their tempo as they chased their own ending to the evening. With a mighty roar Lord Jeffry launched the attack of his little soldiers into her cunt while Jamison flooded her arse with his creamy contribution. After a few minutes, Lord Jeffry dislodged himself and sank back into the armchair by the fireplace. On some silent signal Nellie appears with her pail of warm water and handful of soft towels. Once both men had been cleaned and put to rights, Nellie unhooked Susannah from the chain and bade her to bend over so the drippings could be cleared away. Smoking his pipe, Lord Jeffry gazed into the fire. "Susannah, do you realize you not only took pleasure this night, but your also spoke in... what is it Reverend Fallwell calls it? Voices?" "No, my Lord. He calls it tongues." Jamison got up to fetch Lord Jeffry a brandy. "Ah, yes quite. Susannah, you spoke in tongues. Do you know what that means?" "No, my Lord I do not." Susannah mumbled to the floor. She was very upset with herself for the pleasure she stole. She tried very hard not to but it was not something she could control. "It means that, among other less important things, the spirit of the lord entered you for those moments. He was probably reminding you not to steal pleasure. I shall have to think about what will become of you for your thieving this night." Lord Jeffry glanced at Jamison and tipped his brandy sniffer in Jamison's direction. "I should think there will be much redemption you will need to take in. Much. Jamison will have to adjust your duties accordingly." Susannah sank to her knees on the small carpet between the chairs the two men occupied. "To please God, may I begin now with you? The stable lads mentioned they would like to assist me?" "Of course you may girl. You might also wish for Reverend Fallwell to ask the men folk to stay after next Sunday in order to be filled to the brim with the redemption our Lord died on the cross to offer us." "You are a very kind master. I am eternally grateful." Susannah mumbled as she sunk her mouth onto the master's staff. ***Next story will probably be the party. But, as the holidays are fast approaching, it may take a bit longer to finish this silly series. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your comments are precious to me. Serving Girl With the second nipple thus clamped and belled both Jamison and Lord Stahlings smiled in pleasure. Jamison placed his hand on her shoulders and shook them from side to side making her breasts wiggle and jiggle and the bells jingle and jangle. The weight of her breasts being tossed around and the pinching of her nipples added to her misery and humiliation. She was panting and wanted to rub herself in the worst way. "Music to my ears Jamison." Laughed Lord Jeffry. "Come here girl and be obedient. You'll be glad to forgo the belt, trust me on that." Susannah humbled herself and offered her breasts to her master's upraised hands. He clutched them and gently swatted her bells, giving a boyish grin as the music continued. "Very enjoyable, as they should be, as is my right as your Lord." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "Now stand up straight girl, you're about to learn the second part of good posture." She did as she'd been bid to do and wondered what more there was for her to learn. Jamison, still standing behind her cleared his throat and spoke as he absentmindedly continued to fondle her breasts. "You are a serving girl and there is a particular posture that is required of all serving girls. As such, not all girls can be serving girls. If you wish to continue your employment here, you best attend these lessons closely and learn quickly. So pay you attention and be grateful your master takes such particular care of his serving girls." "You have your back posture, tits out, chin up, eyes down, yes? But, what to do with your legs and buttocks? They are the second part of serving girl posture." Lord Jeffry spoke as if lecturing a child. He motioned to Jamison and Susannah felt his hands let go of her breasts, move down to her waist and grasping at her skirts, he loosened the ties. With her arms bound behind her back she was powerless to stop him and realized this was probably a good thing since she'd no doubt earn another punishment for attempting to prevent what was happening. She couldn't help being modest, it was ingrained. Once her skirts pooled at her feet she was directed to pick up each foot to help Jamison clear them out of the way. Finally she stood before her master, completely nude, with the exception of the bindings on her arms and the clamps on her nipples. Lord Jeffry took some moments to study her legs up and down. He studied her lady parts rather closely. Susannah was beside herself attempting to quiet the bells. With each breath she took the jingled and now it was so difficult to calm her breathing her breasts were creating the sound of steady rain beating against a tin roof. "Now then, place you right foot on the other side of the left foot, effectively crossing your legs. But, keep you back arched and do not look down." She made an attempt and would have toppled over if it hadn't been for Jamison ready to keep her in place. "Focus girl. Try again." Lord Jeffry commanded. Again and again she tried, but she could not keep her balance for more than a few seconds before she began to topple over. Keeping her breasts thrust out, her back arched and chin up seemed a recipe for disaster in her case. She was frustrated this was so difficult for her. "Ah, pardon sir but I wonder if her lack of focus is caused by an internal... ah, need?" Jamison politely suggested. What the suggestion meant, Susannah didn't know and was nearly certain she didn't want to find out. "Quite right, I'm sure. Good job. Girl, raise your right foot and place it on my desk. Susannah looked at the desk and gasped. That would spread her out and make her secret place open. Oh surely they couldn't mean... Tentatively, she raised her foot, attempting to keep her knee bent inward for modesty's sake. They both laughed at her attempt. "Nice try girl, get that foot up and knee out. I'm not happy about reminding you again. You shall obey my requests." With that Lord Jeffry stood and placed her leg where he desired it to be, then sat down in his chair and looked at her lady parts. Susannah, unable to keep silent, whimpered at the tingling down there that had been growing all afternoon. Lord Jeffry sniffed the air and closed his eyes a moment. "Yes, internal it is." Then Lord Jeffry reached out and began to stroke her lady slit. "Very wet and malleable, here Jamison, give it a feel." Jamison reached around and while he rubbed her slit, he steadied her by holding onto her breast, whilst rubbing the very tip of her nipple. Susannah lurched back and moaned. "That's it girl. You've built some tension in there and it must be released. Now cooperate whilst Jamison gets rid of it." Jamison continued to stoke her slit up and back and then side to side. She melted into him, having no alternative but to do as they wished and allow Jamison to rid her of this tension. But it wasn't getting better, it was, in fact, getting worse. "Pardon my lord, but I fear he's doing it wrong. The tension... it's... it's getting worse my lord." Susannah stuttered, trying to be helpful and also wanting to be rid of the growing tension. "Don't fret girl, Jamison knows what he's doing. Faster Jamison, harder, she's ready." Jamison's hands became a blur of motion as he sped up and rubbed her slit and nipples at the same time. She felt overwhelmed, completely open and at their mercy. She had no option but to go with the feelings Jamison was forcing her to feel. She was lost in sensation and then she exploded, not knowing the keening moan she heard was coming from her own throat. When she became aware again she felt calmer, but still, there remained a trace of that mysterious tension. She looked at Lord Jeffry and gasped at what she saw. He had his trousers fully opened and he was stroking a long fat digit that was surrounded by hair. It was the ugliest thing shed ever seen and it scared her. "Oh, Oh My Lord, there is a hideous snake in your lap!" Lord Jeffry laughed merrily and continued to stroke his snake. "It's no snake silly girl. This is my staff. All men have a staff. Women don't have a staff. Women have the sheath into which the man puts his staff. That is why a woman must be obedient to a man, lest the staff do her harm." "I have a sheath, my Lord?" Susannah began looking about her body trying to discover this sheath into which a staff that size would fit. "It rests between your legs, where your monthly courses come from. The blood tells you that your body is ready for a staff. You bleed of course; have been for some time right?" "I'm not supposed to talk of such things." Susannah whispered, unable overrule years of teaching by her mother in just one day. "Quiet right, no man wishes to hear of it either. But that is where my staff shall go whenever I see fit to put it there." Susannah was aghast and felt ready to faint. This could not be so. "This cannot be so my lord. I mean no disobedience but it simply cannot be. That will never fit into... will never fit is all. There must be some other place it is meant to go." Both Jamison and Lord Jeffry broke into laughter. "Well, now you mention it, there are a few other places I can fit my staff." He nodded at Jamison. "Kneel between my legs and I shall show you." Susannah reluctantly kneeled and was pushed closer to the vile looking staff by Jamison. He unbound her arms and nodded at Lord Jeffry. "Cup your hands together girl and place them over my staff. That's right, feel how smooth it is. Look closely, see this skin at the top, pull it back and see what's inside. That's my pee hole, it's also where my seed comes out. A woman must always be grateful for the seed offered to her from a man. Seed must never be wasted. Keep stroking up and down my girl that feels good. Take care now, a man's staff is both a powerful and precious tool. It must be worshiped." After a few minutes Lord Jeffry seemed to be both happy and agitated. "Now put your mouth on the top and kiss it." She hesitated as they both knew she would so Jamison grabbed her head and shoved it into Lord Jeffry's lap. "Open your mouth and take your Lord's staff obediently!" Jamison snarled through clenched teeth. She did, and as his staff slid into her mouth she felt Lord Jeffry's hands wrap around her head and gather her hair in his fist. He pulled her off. "This is where you make your final decision to stay or be dismissed right her and right now. If I feel teeth you are out, if you bite down you are out, but first you'll be whipped. You will worship my staff with enthusiasm if you wish to continue here." Lord Jeffry glared at her letting her know this was no longer a laughing matter. "Yes, my Lord." Susannah whispered then obediently opened her mouth and waited to be shoved back down on his vile staff. He pushed her down and pulled her up, repeating this action over and over until he pulled her off and let go of her hair. "Place her on the little table by the sofa." Jamison grabbed her by the hair and marched her over to the table. He smacked her tits hard and made the bells jingle. "Tits out you dumb cunt!" Jamison flicked her nipples and mauled her breasts, creating that tension to build up once again. "I'm sorry Mr. Jamison, I'll do better I promise." Poor Susannah was terrified of being whipped and then cast out into the cold with only her skirts and her mother's woolen shawl to keep her warm. "Get on all fours on the sofa table." After Jamison had manipulated her into position, she realized Lord Jeffry's crotch was directly in front of her face. He grabbed her hair again and said; "Open your mouth and suck it!" Completely nude but for those horrible clamps Susannah opened her mouth and waited to be shoved into her master's crotch. She fearfully kept her tongue firmly covering her bottom teeth as his staff slid into her mouth a small way. She felt it slid back out a little, then slide back in a little. She kept her mouth open and accommodating so as to appear obedient and willing. "Good, now we go a little more." And Lord Jeffry shoved his staff even further into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. Her mouth tried to close and she had to focus and force herself to keep it open. "Relax your throat girl, I own that too." After some minutes of Lord Jeffry owning her throat he pulled out and Susannah was able to close her aching jaw. "Not very good Jamison. I'm afraid you shall have to spend extra time teaching her how to suck me." Lord Jeffry continued to stroke his shaft pointing it right in Susannah face. "What about her cunt sir perhaps that could alleviate your tension?" Jamison was stroking the slit in her lady part. "It remains wet and malleable." "Quite right Jamison that may well be of assistance. Hold her steady." As Lord Jeffry moved to face her rounded buttocks, Jamison pushed her inner thighs outward, and then pushed down on her shoulders until her head was resting on the table. "There girl, remain in that placement so your master can insert his staff into your sheath." Susannah, certain this could not fit began to squirm. "Please sir, please, it won't fit. It's not possible, it too big. Please sir there must be some other way. My mouth shall get more pleasing." "Be still insolent child!" Lord Jeffry smacked her bottom hard and Susannah yelped. "It shall fit, now relax and be still. I shall show you." Susannah felt more rubbing on her slit and then felt something push into her a little bit. She felt a stretching in her sheath that didn't hurt exactly, but did make her very afraid of what was to come. She began to whimper and cry expecting the worst. "You go ahead and whimper if you need to but you do me injustice. I say it shall fit, you must relax and believe me."And he smacked her bottom again. He continued to push in a little and pull out a little; it began to not feel so alien or frightful. "There now, you can be a good girl when you try. Here comes the rest." Susannah felt the giant log push itself all the way into her and felt herself rip. She drew in a deep breath and screamed in pain. The tears squeezed out from her eyes of their own accord. Then she felt someone stroking her slit and someone stroking her shoulders and neck. They were comforting her and that was a welcome feeling. "There there now girl, tut tut. The worst is over, just relax, soon the pain will be gone." Jamison muttered into her ear and then kissed her forehead. "You're doing quite well. You make your master happy now he can use your sheath when he wishes to. This is what you were made for girl. Your sheath is now open and ready to give your master its pleasures." Susannah felt her master's staff begin to move again, very slowly it pulled out and she thought it was over. But then she felt it slowly push in again and she expected more pain. But it didn't come. Again his staff slid out and slowly back in, still no pain. She took a deep calming breath and began to relax. "Excellent my girl. The pain is gone and now if you're good, you shall also feel pleasure." Lord Jeffry declared. His motion of pushing in and pulling out kept repeating itself, over and over and Susannah was indeed very surprised that it began to feel pleasant. Lord Jeffry picked up the pace by grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her back to meet his thrusts. She heard herself grunting from his impact, and it felt better and better. The bells jingled and jangled and her nipples were on fire. Jamison reached under her belly and began to stroke her slit. That felt very good too. Very, very, good indeed. "Alright now girl, that's what I like. I use your cunt for my pleasure and if you are good, you get some too. This sheath between your legs, your cunt now open to me, this is mine. Your cunt is mine to use as I see fit. Your tits are mine to use, to decorate, to manipulate for my pleasure." "Yes, my Lord." "Jamison, well done. Feed her your staff now." Jamison walked in front of her with his trousers opened and his staff sticking up. He stroked in front of her face a few times. "Open your mouth and suck it girl." Susannah, barely able to catch her breath did her best to accommodate her master's man. She drew in a sharp breath when she felt the clamps being removed from her nipples and moaned around Jamison's staff when she felt her nipples being rubbed and soothed. Lord Jeffry's pace picked up and he began slamming his way into her sheath while Jamison gripped her hair and shoved his staff into her mouth. It didn't go nearly as far as her master's had so she was able to breathe as the tension in her lady parts continued to climb. She heard both men grunting and her own moans became louder and louder until once again she exploded, unaware of the wiggling of her hips, just the pleasurable sensations that engulfed her entire being. Lord Jeffry's pace and depth became impossibly more frantic and then he grunted and moaned for several thrusts until he stopped and slowed to a point where he was nearly still. "Not in her mouth Jamison, I wish her to see you offer your seed." Jamison pulled out of her mouth and stroked his staff at a furious pace. "Keep your mouth and eyes open girl, I am gifting you with my seed." And with that Susannah was shocked to see creamy goo shoot from his staff. Some landed on her tongue, some on her nose and chin. She kept her mouth open and stared in awe as more and more shot out. "Swallow it girl, don't you dare let it drop." He waited until she had swallowed the few drops that had landed on her tongue. He wiped the remaining goo from around her face and pushed it into her mouth. She swallowed again and again. It tasted funny, and felt rather odd sliding down her throat. But it left a tingling sensation in its place, which was very curious to her. Lord Stahlings stumbled to the sofa and sat watching her, his staff now shrunken and tinged pink. He motioned to Jamison, who then walked to the doorway and pulled on a bell chord. Susannah remained on the table, unable to make sense of what just occurred. Some time passed, how much she wasn't sure, and Susannah saw Nellie walk into the room carrying a bucket of water and some soft towels. Nellie knelt down in front of her master and proceeded to wash off his staff, then she tucked it back into his pants and set him to rights. She then knelt in front of Jamison who remained standing by the doorway and repeated her ministrations with him. Next she came to Susannah and gently washed her lady parts, then helped Susannah stand. Jamison pointed to behind the desk and Nellie proceeded to gather Susannah's skirts. Then, grabbing the bucket and towels, with the skirts tossed over her shoulder, she curtsied to her master. "Take her back and let her rest until supper. She will resume her instructions then." Susannah was led to her little room and made to lay down on her bed. Nellie gently covered her with a blanket and kissed her forehead. "It's not so bad here Susannah. You'll be worked hard, but also cared for. It looked like you did well your first time with the master." "Is there much more to learn, Nellie?" Susannah yawned. "Yes, much much more. The master is hosting a gathering in two weeks time and you must ready for guests. Rest up now. Mr. Jamison will expect you in a few hours. I'm to teach you suck him before you begin supper preparations." And with that, Nellie kissed her again and quietly left the room. * ***Hope you liked it. I might get to writing the rest of the fantasy, specifically the dinner party. Let me know if you think I should...