Part #2.

Rhoda turned away so Lady Elizabeth didn�t notice her mischievous smile. She prepared her patron�s bath as well as a fruit beverage, the same one that her patron had been drinking during bath since she was 13. Rhoda was just a couple of years older than Lady Elizabeth and had been her maid of chambers since Lady Elizabeth turned 12. Elizabeth�s mother died that year and little Betty turned into Lady Elizabeth, the maximum authority among the females of the castle. Rhoda was very pretty and curiously was a redhead too. Maybe that was the reason Lady Elizabeth chose her among other adolescent girls, or maybe she was subtly influenced by her father to take that decision. All in all they were a cute pair, Rhoda was a little taller and had a slenderer body, her breast were maybe a little less than a handful, she managed to look classy in almost any dress. Elizabeth on the other hand, had a very attractive hour glass figure and looked more tempting than any other thing.

Just a few months after Rhoda started working in the palace Elizabeth knew for the first time about the rumors that claimed that Rhoda was the bastard child of Elizabeth�s father.� At first she rejected she admitted bitterly that besides the red hair, they shared very similar features, they both have the same nose shape, skin tone and hazel eyes, if they would have been dressed equally, they could have been mistaken as sisters.

Elizabeth was both disgusted and delighted with the idea of Rhoda being her half sister, anyway she didn�t waste any opportunity to show her who was the superior woman in the house and since both of them where young� she bossed her around and talked her down with disdain scolding her at every single little mistake to make very clear that they were not friends but mistress and her low servant in spite that Rhoda was her only real play mate and companion.

Rhoda prepared Elizabeth�s bath with warm water and added special herbs to gave her a pleasant smell.� She put Elizabeth�s beverage in a little table besides the tub along with a couple of brushes and soap bar. Once Elizabeth arrived, Rhoda left the room after a little curtsy. It was customary that Maids assisted their bosses during bath but Rhoda knew that Lady Elizabeth liked to be left alone. She knew that Elizabeth liked to touch herself during her baths which was not a big surprise giving that they were designed by Rhoda�s mother, Miss Wanda Sanders, to be the most arousing experience. From the ambiance, the smells, the nakedness and of course her special beverage that was an old recipe which combined an aphrodisiac and an inhibition lowering substance.�

After a long luxuriating bath and a couple of orgasms, Elizabeth managed to calm herself down. She was indeed a little bit worried, her dreams were becoming more and more frequent and more and more extreme. She was afraid that somehow, somebody could learn about them and it would be extremely shameful for her. She wondered if she talked in her sleep. She had been always too afraid to ask.� She quickly dismissed that possibility, it was simply too scary to think about it.

Elizabeth reassured herself thinking that as long as she kept her mouth shut, her dreams could never be discovered. On the other hand she was increasingly afraid that someone may notice some of her �escapades�.� Just last week, she had felt uncontrollably aroused, so she decided to have an �adventure�.� A few years before she started having �adventures�,� she used to go to the south wing of the castle alone, usually telling her maids that she was going to read or meditate and didn�t want to be disturbed.� The south wing was the oldest part of the castle and was mostly abandoned. The architecture of that part of the castle was intricate with a lot of little rooms and stretch aisles due to multiple growths on the curse of the years. In one of those small aisles there was a wood stairway that lead to a small room that had a nice view and had been sparsely furnished as a library exclusively for Lady Elizabeth�s use.� The reality was that Lady Elizabeth being too lazy and without any self discipline could barely recognize some vowels and consonants and certainly was mostly illiterate, but that was only known by� Miss Wanda, who� tutored her and Rhoda that was her only classmate. Both mother and daughter helped Elizabeth to cheat her father and other members of the court into believing that she was becoming not only literate but pretty cultivated, The poems that she supposedly wrote, and the math problems that she supposedly solved� were done by Rhoda who posed as an illiterate woman in order to avoid suspicions of the members of the court. For moments even seemed that Lady Elizabeth believed her own lies, thinking that she was more educated and knowledgeable than her very smart maid.

All in all, Lady Elizabeth had been using her personal library for her small adventures for several years. The first times she closed the door with key and tied her hands behind her back using a piece of cloth while sitting fully dressed.� She would of course masturbate after releasing her hands. But the novelty wore off fast and she had to start escalating the level of her �adventures�.� She started by being barefoot, then she will take off her skirt and wait tied in just her underwear, soon she became more and more daring and begun to have her sessions bottomless, after all the room had a desk and she could be behind it and conceal her half nakedness in case that someone came, which was very improvable given her explicit orders to let her meditate alone and the fact that she always closed the door with lock. As years passed she became bolder and bolder and during the last few months, she made her sessions completely naked and with her hands and legs tied. But then, even that wasn�t enough and she begun to let the door without lock and even partially opened.�

The last time had set a new mark, a new level on the risk of being discovered playing her naughty games. She had opened a trunk that was in her �library� and had put all of her clothes and shoes there, then she had closed it and locked it.� She felt a rush of excitement and arousal having her clothes locked. She walked around the room naked and barefoot, her white curvaceous body beautifully exposed in all its glory, only her breast were partially covered by her long red hair. She felt vulnerable and horny.�� Then� something on the floor attracted the attention of her green eyes and a wicked idea crossed her mind. There was a small crack in the wooden floor. With trembling hands she approached the trunk�s key to the crack and noticed with excitement that the hole was big enough for the key to go thru.� Her heart was pounding hard and she realized that her horniness was blocking her rational thoughts , her desire was overwhelming her. She knew her idea was stupid but her pussy tingled with anticipation, so blushing bright red and after just a little hesitation she pushed the black iron key thru the crack. For a moment the muffled sound of the key clinking on the floor of the room bellow almost gave her a heart attack, and for an instant she seemed to come to her senses and realize the stupidity of her action.� But after just a few seconds of regret a feeling of extreme arousal and fright almost overwhelmed her.� Here she was completely naked and all of her clothes were locked inside the trunk, and the key she needed to get them back, was in the little abandoned room of the lower floor. She thought about masturbating right there, she was so horny, but she wanted to prolong the moment. She turned to see her belt and thought about tying her hands behind her as she had planned before deciding to put her clothes inside the trunk, she hesitated for a few moments but then finally her rational mind won one and she decided that the trip downstairs was risky enough without it.

Her heart had never beat so fast.� She will have to leave the security of her library room and march downstairs to the abandoned little room. Rumor has it that very room was once a prison for a noble woman.� Her pussy was dripping in spite of the fear. She hesitated for a few minutes, but then she realized that the sooner she went for the key the safer for her. She took the room key with her and approached the door. She was breathing fast with excitement and arousal. After opening a little crack, she saw that there was nobody in the stairs.

She walked downstairs slowly, her knees were trembling, she heard the wooden� steps creaking under her bare feet, she had never noted those sounds but now she felt them like thunders. She was blushing bright red and her sparse pubic hair did little to conceal her swelled and wet pussy. She had never felt so alert in her life. A sudden noise, made her rush back to her room, she fumbled clumsily with her key trying unsuccessfully to open the door when she realized that it was just a cat. She resumed her march downstairs, just this time she preferred to do it fast instead of carefully. She practically ran downstairs until she reached the cold stone floor.� She realized then that she had quite a few splinters in her soles that made her walk painful but strangely more arousing. She just had to take a few steps and she was quickly at the room door. She opened the door and went inside as fast as she could and closed the door behind her. She needed a few minutes to calm herself,� her breath was very fast and she had to make an effort to breath deeply and slowly. She looked around for the trunk�s key. It wasn�t an easy task, the room was poorly lighted. It had only a small window of about a square foot that was almost at the top of the wall and had iron bars protecting it. She was tempted to open the door to have more light to look for her key but she understood that it was far too risky, so she waited patiently for eyes to adapt to the semidarkness , then she started to crawl around the room on her hands and knees. The floor was slimy and Elizabeth realized that she will need a bath after this. Surely nobody had cleaned that little room in years and there seemed to be some humidity filtration from the ground, so the floor was very cold and muddy. Elizabeth fell several times and soon she had mud streaks on her ass, legs and even on her chest. �I probably don�t look much regal right now�, she thought bitterly, but the thought of looking low class or even barbarian only added to her now almost uncontrollable arousal.

She realized that finding the key would be harder than she thought then luck stroke and she saw the little black key near the corner that was farthest from the door. She crawled there, took the key and then she saw them for the first time. She was fascinated, she felt she could have a heart attack with the excitement. There was a bunch of rusted chains. Her heart skipped a beat wondering if there were what she thought.� She started slowly lifting the chain, trying to be as quiet as possible and there they were:� Iron shackles and an iron ankle cuff. They were open and were special, they weren�t made to be sealed closed with a smashed rivet.� Elizabeth was mesmerized by the cold metal devices, they were like part of one of her weird dreams. She analyzed the iron ankle cuff under the dim light. It was mostly two half circles of black metal joined by a hinge.� One of the circles ended with a dented rod and the other with a hollow tube. She put the rod inside the tube but it didn�t hold it closed. Then she realized that some kind of key was needed. She took the door� key and tried it but it didn�t even fit in the lock. She tried with the trunk�s key and it entered easily and when she turned the key, she heard a click and realized that the cuff was tightly closed. Her face was bright red and her ears were ringing. She imagined the cuff closed around her delicate ankle. She was mesmerized and tried the key on the shackles that had similar devices as the ankle cuff and the key worked there too!

She played with the locks and the key opening and closing them several times while fantasizing about being cuffed. Then it was just too much, she could not resist anymore. She stood up and walked to the door, then listened carefully, she even opened a little crack and noticed that it was pretty quiet, nobody was near, not even the cat. She closed the door again and returned to the corner and put the ankle cuff around her right ankle. The rusted, ugly device contrasting with her precious smooth white skin. She used the key to lock it. She felt a shiver down her spine and quickly used the key to reopen it . But after just a few seconds� she locked it again, she was simply too horny to turn back. Shivering with anticipation, she put the shackles around her small wrists.� She found that they were very adjustable and she could not squeeze her small hands thru them. She again used her key to lock both shackles in front of her. The chain that joined the wrist cuffs were about a feet long and that allowed her to maneuver the key thru the shackles locks. After that her breath become shorter and faster, but somehow having the key in her hands ruined the mood, so she crawled as far as her ankle chain allowed her and then stretched her body and put the key on the limits of her reach and then returned slowly to her corner. She wanted to touch her pussy but her hands were too dirty, so she contented herself with touching her tits and gently pulling her nipples. She then wanted more, dragging her chains she crawled again to the place where her key was and grabbing it in her fist she laid down on the floor, stretching her hands in front of her and pulling her ankle chain as far as it could get. Then put the key on the floor and little by little pushed it away from her until she could only reached it with her finger tips. She knew that just a little push and she will be shamefully trapped. She returned to her corner and then laying on the floor she rubbed her tights together while fantasizing that she had been captured by barbarians and turned into a slave, deprived of all her belongings even her clothes and thrown away in that little stinky prison condemned� to serve anybody that decided to go there and use the former princess. The fantasy and the constant rubbing of her tights finally had their effect and she came with a very strong orgasm.

After the pleasure came the guilt and regrets. She returned to her senses and was more frightened than ever in her life. �What if somebody heard the chain noises and comes to see what happens.�, she thought with apprehension, she wanted to get away immediately. She painfully crawled to her key and after a few scaring unsuccessful attempts she finally could grab it. A few minutes later she was free of her iron restrains and was on her feet reuniting the courage to return to her library room.

She took both of her keys in one fist and after a quick glance thru a crack open door, she ran upstairs and then to her library room door and after fumbling a little with her keys she managed to enter and close the door behind her.� By then she was all sweated and her body and face have a lot of dark streaks of slime and mud and she smelled worst than many slaves. She could not avoid to think that If somebody would have found her like that, they would certainly think that she was just one of the lowest class slaves and not the lady of the castle.

Elizabeth returned to her reality in the bathtub, she had rubbed her pussy again inspired by the memories of her adventures.

�You have to focus girl�, she thought to herself, �This is the last time that I touch myself with those submissive fantasies. It is very inappropriate for my nobleness� and position. The next time I will fantasize with a prince, a begging prince, one that would do anything just to get a simple kiss from me. A knight willing to eat from my hand and ready to serve me�, she thought with a smile, but she knew the truth, she knew that she had made herself that very same promise almost every single day and she knew that she had failed miserably. The idea of a prince simply would not make her wet even if she rubbed herself for hours, but� it was just� matter that the slightest humiliation crossed her mind for her to fall in an spiral of arousal, humiliation fantasies, more arousal and more humiliating fantasies.�

She put her underwear and used a little bell to call Rhoda to help her dress. After her humiliating orgasms she needed to reassert herself, she needed to show herself that she was born to rule over other people. After all she was a noble woman, so she was� undoubtedly superior than anyone around.� It was in her blood. As she used to do under those circumstances she started ordering Rhoda around.

�Rhoda , this dress that you prepared for me is the wrong one. I told you I wanted the blue, this is marine. Can�t you do anything right? I don�t know why I keep you, surely any peasant girl would be smarter than you. Hurry, it is cold here�

�Rhoda nodded submissively, �I�ll be right back ma�am�.� She walked to Elizabeth�s room and a few minutes later returned with the blue dress. Elizabeth liked to see Rhoda obeying and always out of balance, so just after she arrived she sent her again off, �I need my earrings and the gold necklace, If you were smart you should have brought them, but I need to direct you in every single step as if you were a little child. I wish you�ll be smarter it would be a lot easier for me but well,� it is the curse of the noble women to be surrounded by dumb people. �, Of course if Rhoda had anticipated her lady, she would have scolded her saying that those were the wrong earrings or something.

When Rhoda returned, Elizabeth made her help her dress and the Rhoda combed Elizabeth�s hair for a long time and at the end made her kneel in front on her and put her shoes. Elizabeth looked satisfied in the mirror that her image was now properly distanced from that of Rhoda. She looked rich and clean and smelled of sweet herbs, her long well cared red hair framed her beautiful face.� Her half sister was dressed in a simple maid dress, just a little bit better and more colorful than the ones used by the kitchen and cleaning servants of the castle. Their mirror image reflected that Elizabeth looked properly taller than her servant, even if it was just for an inch. Rhoda was really a little taller than Elizabeth and it had always bothered Elizabeth because she had always associated height and nobleness, so it infuriated her that Rhoda was taller than her, so since years ago, once she realized she wouldn�t grow anymore, she had forbidden her to wear heels. Elizabeth used 4 inch heels� and that way managed to look a little bit taller than her sister. The fact that her sister cast her sight at the floor when they were together contributed to the optical illusion, so probably most people in court thought that Elizabeth was taller indeed.

After being despitefully dismissed Rhoda walked to the kitchen. She was furious, she had been putting with Elizabeth rude behavior for years now and her patience was getting thin. She had only refrained herself from bursting in rage because she trusted her mother. Ms. Wanda was more than met the eye. She could be many things but most of all she was a survivor. She had been a noble woman herself, when she was young she had married a prince and her future was bright but unfortunately those times weren�t characterized by their stability and soon after her father in law died another feudal lord challenged her husband authority and his inexperience made him fall dead in the battle. She was a beauty and an educated woman but she was no longer a virgin, so she wasn�t a prospective wife� for any of the noble conquers, and the new queen didn�t look her very well, she was a potential king mistress so she convinced the king to sell Wanda to the moros, which he did reluctantly in spite that they paid him very well.

Wanda was sold to an harem and had a very though time adapting herself to her new position in life, but she was resolved to survive first and then climb back to her true position.� She was appreciate by her master for her beauty but he was quickly bored with her performance, and Wanda knew that if she didn�t improve her life would be very short, so she made friendship with an old woman of harem� and learned a lot about sex, positions, perversions and aphrodisiacs. Her performance quickly improve and she little by little became the favorite of her master. Her master was a science man and learned to enjoy the talk with Wanda, he found it amusing and awesome that a woman could be so smart, so he taught her a lot, specially about math, medicine and his ancient knowledge of peoples mind.

When her master was about to die, he set her free. She returned to Anglia and using her manipulation and bed skills was soon the mistress of Elizabeth�s father.� She hadn�t much aspirations those days, just to have someone to look for her and gave her an acceptable life, but when Elizabeth�s mother died, she saw opportunity, she knew she could not be a queen or anything, but she could get a place in the court and a future for her daughter.

Wanda had no further agenda but then one day when Elizabeth was 13, things changed. It had all started pretty innocently Rhoda, then 15 said to her one night, �Something really funny just happened.�.

�What did happen my dear?�, replied Wanda who always talked her daughter with a lot of loving words when Elizabeth wasn�t around.

�Promise me you won�t punish me or anything�,

�Elizabeth fall asleep when I was reading her a bed time story. I noticed but I was so engrossed in the plot that I continue reading aloud, it was something about a princess being kidnapped by a witch. I was pretty absorbed in the tale the witch was talking to the princess and was telling her, �Welcome princess, you�ll be my little prisoner�, and then I noticed that Elizabeth was breathing fast and was making some whimpering noises, then I got curious and amused and continue reading but I used her name instead of the princess� , �Gimme your shoes Elizabeth� . She replied me, �no please��, I have never seen her so nervous, it was so funny that I could not resist. You know I have to put with the tantrums of this spoiled child every day and I can never do anything about her constant insults, so I couldn�t avoid to play a little and started improvising, �Now I have your shoes Elizabeth, and be used to be barefoot because I will take everything from you. Once I finish with you, you won�t be more than a beggar or a slave, with no possessions at all, nothing, probably not even clothes�, I was pretty satisfied seeing her� squirming,� but then she did the funniest thing ever, she started rubbing her pussy! Can you believe that?�� I continued telling her things while she begged �no please� but never took her hand from her pussy. I was afraid that her incoming orgasm could wake her up, so I slowly changed the scenario, in my story Elizabeth escaped from the witch and ran to her castle, where all her servants and the full court celebrated her victory. Elizabeth relaxed but looked frustrated and then I left her alone.�

Rhoda was afraid that her mother will scold her but she was educated to always be sincere with her and always told her the truth no matter what.

�Wanda�s heart give a flip, �Could it be true? Could we be so lucky? Her moro master had talked her about dream whisperers,� people who can talk others into dreaming what they want. Her master had told her that the persons with that gift could manipulate others thru their dreams. And the other aspect of the incident was equally intriguing. She remembered that Jasmia, the oldest girl in the harem once talked her about some people sexually enjoying being humiliated or treated as slaves. �Some even enjoy pain�, she remembered clearly because she was shocked. When she said she didn�t believe her, Jasmia told her that she had seen that even in noble men and women. �What did she call them?.... Submissive, yes sexual submissive�.

Rhoda could not clearly read her mother�s face. �Was she angry? Did she believed her story?�, was all that she could thing while nervously fidgeting. Finally her mother talked, �Rhoda my dear, you have struck gold twice today! You are a genius.� If we use this smartly one day your invented fairy tale could came true�.

Ms Wanda could not sleep that night, she tossed and turned thinking about the possibilities for her and her daughter. She wasn�t pretty sure how to capitalize this but she was sure of one thing. Jasmia had toll her that for some people this submissive fantasies were just a passing phase, usually associated with puberty, but Wanda knew that if she was going to obtain something from this, Elizabeth fantasies must turn permanent and not only that but stronger and deeper by the day. She must guarantee that sex become the center of her life and she knew she must rise her arousal to a level that would be to hard to ignore or control. The next day she looked for an old paper were she had made some notes in her time with the moros and found the recipe for the aphrodisiac beverage. Wanda was resolved that she must make Elizabeth submissive desires the whole center of her life and her only source not only of sexual release but also of personal gratification.

So from that day a new routine was established. Elizabeth will breakfast and dinner with her specially laced beverage and at least two or three times a week Rhoda would whispered her increasingly embarrassing fantasies. The first ones involved the witch that started depriving her of her royal privileges and replacing her expensive dresses with humble ones. Then she would make Elizabeth go barefoot and dressed in a rough sac. Then inspired by her mother she started teasing her with her maids knowing reading and math while she remained ignorant. This fantasy was so recurrent and so strong that Elizabeth decided that she could live it, after all it was nothing that anybody will notice and her teacher will only think that she was lazy. Wanda was an excellent accomplice, she just taught her a couple of vowels and a couple of consonants and not a single sound. But she would praise her smartness as she recognize them and would scold her own daughter if she could not read aloud a complex paragraph. �Why can�t you be as good as Elizabeth?�, she would say while laughing inwardly. Math class was very similar, she can only add one or two digit numbers while her half sister could of course add, subtract, divide and multiply large numbers and she could even do a strange math with mixed letters and numbers that Wanda learnt from the moros.�� Elizabeth would rub her pussy thinking that her half sister was literate while she wasn�t, but then it wasn�t enough and she ordered Wanda to teach her maids how to read so they won�t be so useless.� So by her 18 birthday she was the only illiterate woman in the castle. As Elizabeth grew, Rhoda induced dreams included she becoming a maid and later a slave for her former maids. Little by little the dreams became bolder, in the last year she was usually naked and most of the time restrained with chains or ropes.

Rhoda found her mother and told her, �I can�t stand her anymore, when are we going to act? We have been waiting for years. And you know Elizabeth�s father is away fighting a war with our north neighbors but he can come any day and say that he already gave her daughter in marriage to one lord or another�

For a moment Wanda shivered, that certainly would ruin their plans but she had learned that hurrying things never helped. It was unnerving but they had to wait for the right moment.� �Patience my dear is the virtue of the successful people. We are close to our goals but we can not afford to lose control and insult her or something and throw away all that we have gained. We are getting there,� believe me.� I just went to her library room and she finally bitted the bait in the room bellow, I saw traces, a few barefoot footprints and a lot of handprints and knee prints all over the little playroom that we set up for her. She must have crawled in all fours all around, and I am almost sure she used the restrains that we put there at least she played with their locks. I bet that at some moment she was there naked and shackled. �

Rhoda smiled slightly picturing the image of the high and mighty Elizabeth humiliated like that and by her own hand. That seemed to cool her anger.

Wanda continued, �But you are right Rhoda, we must proceed to the next step immediately, she is ready for it and our time is running out. We need now to convince her that her sick cravings are caused by the fact that she never go out of the castle, we need her obsessed with leaving the castle for a change�

�But � why� You convinced her father that she should not leave the castle, that it was dangerous and she could lose her virginity and lose the opportunity of marrying her with some of her neighbors and form a stronger feud�. Elizabeth was his only heir, if she wasn�t virgin he could not marry her and her feud will sooner or later fall in the hands of one of his enemies.� �And what now, How would you convince him of letting her go out now�

Wanda smiled, �No, my dear, I won�t do that, if anything I will reinforce the idea, giving that she is coming on age, but we will make Elizabeth desire to go out strong enough that she will do anything to get it�.

Part 3

A few days later Wanda told Rhoda and Elizabeth a story about a noble girl that remained inside a house for several years and developed a sick attachment to food, she was constantly nibbling at anything, and was getting fat. One day she felt sick because all the food that she took and the doctor came to see her. He prescribed that she left the house on a daily basis and the girl quickly started to eat normally and she lost the extra weight very fast.� The story was said quickly and not giving it much importance, it was just one more of the hints that both women had been putting in Elizabeth�s mind. Rhoda had been working on her during her dreams making her believe that if she could get out of the castle on regular basis, she could get rid of her horniness.

Finally Elizabeth made the idea her own. She suddenly saw a way out for her current risky path. She was more and more afraid that her fantasies could ruin her real life. She was convinced that just by getting out of the castle several times, all her sick cravings would magically disappear. She decided that she will get out of the castle but to simply escape was way too dangerous. Wanda had always warned her that her father had many enemies in his own town, people who envied his position and would not doubt to hurt her or even kill her just get back at him.

She though about getting Wanda�s help but she could tell her father instead, on the other hand Rhoda�s credibility would be lower so it would be less risky to ask Rhoda for help instead, any indiscretion of Rhoda could be easily disqualified by Elizabeth saying that Rhoda was making it up because she was jealous of her. The next day, as Rhoda was helping her dress after bath, Elizabeth saw opportunity to talk given that they were alone and won�t be disturbed by any other maid.

�Rhoda, I need your help for a very special matter�

�How may I serve you my Lady?�

�It is a very delicate thing, but I consider you resourceful and reliable to do this for me�, said Elizabeth thinking that a little praise will pave her way.

�I feel honored my lady�, said Rhoda suppressing a chuckle.� Here she was her lady falling squarely under their manipulations.

�I need to go out of the castle. I hadn�t go out in years and I really need to see the town. How could I rule it in the future� if I don�t even know it? I need you to arrange a safe expedition for me, maybe disguised or something�

�But your father��

�My father isn�t here and I will go disguised so nobody would tell him. He would probably approve if I could ask him but he is away you know. So I want it arranged for tomorrow�

Rhoda casted her eyes at the floor and said, �No, my lady�

�What?�, said Elizabeth surprised, Rhoda had not questioned an order in years, she needed to placate this little rebellion. �I am not asking you. It is an order�

�I am sorry my lady, but I can�t do it�

�I will fire you if you don�t�, said Elizabeth that was angry and disconcerted.

�I understand you my Lady, and you are in you right if you do so, but if I disobey your father�s orders I could be condemned to death. So I am sorry, really�, she said in a very submissive voice.

Elizabeth realized that she had no grip to force her obey, she could not do anything to her that could be worst than be killed by the sword of the executioner.� She decided to change her strategy.

�I won�t fire you Rhoda, you are only following orders, but you must understand that I need to get out, remember the story that your mother told us. I need your help, you are the only one I can depend on�

�but you are not fat��

Elizabeth blushed, she didn�t want to discuss her reasons any more or she could end up revealing her secrets, �I have started to fancy food a lot more than in the past and I don�t want to wait until I am fat.�

�Oh��, said Rhoda.

�Please help me get out I know you can do it in a safe way�.�

�I don�t know it is too risky�. But� well� maybe if you�. No � forget it� it is simply too risky for me�

Elizabeth saw a glimpse of hope, �No you were thinking something, let�s do it. I will protect you don�t worry�

�Well. I don�t want you to get fat or something, maybe I can help you get out, but if I do it, it must be on my terms, I am the one who is putting her life on the line, so if I should take the risk you must do what I tell you during the escapades. It would be also for your own safety. Would you follow all my instructions carefully Lady Elizabeth?�

Elizabeth was red with shame and anger, she won�t put herself under the thumb of her half sister and maid. As much as she wanted to go out, she really could not stand to lose her status and she had always found the competition against Rhoda her only source of self assessment. Still she controlled herself and said, �Well, I will think about it, maybe I don�t need it so much. After all I am still slim�. And then ordered Rhoda to kneel in front of her and help her put on her fancy shoes.

But a couple of weeks later, after another steamy nightmare and a subsequent adventure including an almost out of control naked and shackled session in her recently discovered playroom in which she even toyed with the idea of throwing the shackle�s key definitely� out of reach, Elizabeth understood that things were now reaching dangerous levels. She was always horny and her mind quickly drifted to humiliation fantasies. She could not resist even a day without touching herself�. several times,� and worst of all she had let some glimpses of her submissiveness show to Rhoda. In her recent nightmares more and more often she was obeying orders, degrading, humiliating orders from Rhoda and even lower class maids. She of course had redoubled her bitchiness to them and specially to Rhoda, trying to remain in control. But she knew she had to do something or she will end up losing her mind, and the only solution that she could think of was to get out of the castle and have her mind immersed in other things, she needed a escape of her endless boredom and loneliness.

The only thing that stopped her was Rhoda�s condition of following her rules, but she had to admit to herself that even that was now a source of arousal for her.

She called Rhoda to her bedroom and said to her laconically, �Arrange my first excursion for tomorrow�

�Will you do exactly as I say?�, said Rhoda.

After a small pause in which Elizabeth struggled with herself, she finally said, �Yes Rhoda�, while looking at the floor and blushing bright red. A faint smile crossed Rhoda�s face but she managed to return to a neutral face and said, �I will prepare it then, but if you disobey the littlest of my instructions this will be the last one. I am risking too much. Understood?�

�Yes, ma.. Rhoda�,� Elizabeth scolded herself mentally, where the ma�am came from, at least she could repress it before finishing it. That afternoon Elizabeth was hornier than ever, she kept replaying the little scene in her mind once and again. It wasn�t maybe too much but she felt it as an enormous power shift, a humiliating one and because of it a very arousing experience.

She fall asleep with her hand buried under her underpants and had the most strange and steamy nightmares.

Part 4

The next afternoon,� Rhoda and Elizabeth were alone in a large room in the north part of the castle. The room had been a royal dinning room but now it was mostly empty, just an old wooden table and a couple of equally old chairs. There was also the remaining of a full wall mirror, that used to decorate the place in it�s time. A few streaks of random shapes of mirror still ran from the floor to almost 10 feet up.

� Elizabeth looked at the dress that was over the table with some kind of sick fascination.

�I know that I will have to disguise, but��, she was taken out of balance,� �well I expected something like this� you know� to disguise me as one of � one of you, but not this�

�Listen Elizabeth, you can�t disguise yourself as a court maid, people know that the only read head maid in the court is me, and someone who knows me could bump into you and discover the charade, it is just too risky�

Elizabeth shivered, �but this� this is worse than the kitchen aids dresses�, she said nervously blushing.

�Yes Elizabeth, but I won�t send you with any maid of the castle, I know that probably many kitchen maids had never seen your face, the fact is that we can�t risk that one of them recognize you, so I have planned a trip to the market for you with a group of maids and if you are better dressed than them you will attract a lot of attention.�

Elizabeth hesitated. She didn�t know if she was being fooled, and she didn�t expect to dress worse than Rhoda, on the other hand her pussy was tingling.

After a few awkward moments of silence Rhoda finally spoke while grabbing the dress from the desk. �Ok Elizabeth, I knew that you wouldn�t do what it takes�, then she turned around and marched to the door.

Elizabeth was so startled at the whole scene that she hadn�t noticed that Rhoda wasn�t calling her Lady Elizabeth anymore. She was struggling inside, she wanted to go out and start getting rid of her weird desires, the fact that she was very wet at that precise moment was a reminder that she had to do something so she bit her lip and then said, �No. Wait! I�ll do it. I�ll wear that dress�

Rhoda smiled wickedly before turning around and with a very serious face she said, �OK. Elizabeth, but you need to stop questioning my decisions, I really have put a lot of thought on this,I know what I am doing and your questions only drag us. If you don�t trust me then I can�t go forward, I am putting my life on the line here and if you can�t obey even the simplest commands I can�t go on. So Do you promise to stop questioning my orders?�.�

Elizabeth blushed with shame and her pussy felt even more slippery. �Yes Rhoda�

�OK, take off your clothes. �

Elizabeth hesitated just for a moment but then took off her dress and stood in front of Rhoda in just her underpants and a light slip.

�All of them. We can�t afford that somebody notice that expensive underwear �, Rhoda�s voice tone was more authoritative than ever.

Elizabeth shivered and took of her shoes and then her satin slip and finally she took off her cotton underpants and stood naked in front of her half sister covering her tits and pussy with her hands.

�Very good Elizabeth, now try the dress�

�But what about the underwear?�, said Elizabeth, her voice cracking a little.

�Poor girls do not use them. Are you going to obey or will you keep questioning every single thing I tell you�

Elizabeth then put the dress on. It was just a gray tunic, it came to mid calves. At that time every adult woman used dresses that covered to their ankles. Elizabeth felt apprehension, the dress had surely been washed many times because it was pretty worn, the original color could had been blue but now it looked mostly gray and the fabric was dull and thin. The dress was the most unflattering garment that she had worn in her life and the cheap fabric gave her a slight itch, specially in her chest where it had sewed a coarse fabric on the inside probably to prevent her nipples poking thru.

Before Elizabeth could think, Rhoda handed her a pair of shoes. They were moccasins made of deer leather.� They were sheer and were more like gloves than real foot wear.� Elizabeth was in a daze, she put them on and tied them.�

�Very good Elizabeth, you are almost looking the part. Sit down�.

Elizabeth was puzzled, but obeyed immediately. Rhoda took something from a bottle that was on the table and started smearing it all over Elizabeth�s hair. Elizabeth wanted to ask but she contained her curiosity.� Finally when Elizabeth�s hair was a greasy mess, Rhoda tied it in a pony tail using a ribbon of an indiscernible color. And smeared some more on Elizabeth�s face and chest and then removed the excess with a rough cloth.

�You may see your disguise now Elizabeth�

Elizabeth stood up and looked at the mirror. She was stunned, she knew she was Lady Elizabeth a noble woman but the mirror told other story, she looked like a low class maid.� And it went further than the clothes, Rhoda had smeared her face and hair with some animal grease mixed with dirt and she looked and smelled as she hadn�t bath in months. Elizabeth looked with humiliation how her half sister looked of a much higher class than her and she had put on Elizabeth�s high heel shoes, so she looked way taller than her, and in Elizabeth�s eyes more noble and authoritative. The situation was overwhelming, she had never felt so ashamed, so insecure and so aroused in her life. She was slightly trembling and was having second thoughts about her walk outside the castle.

Before she could join her resolution to stop the charade, a nock was heard from the door that leaded outside the castle. Elizabeth cringed nervously and Rhoda took her hand and dragged her to the door as if she was a little child. �Play along with me�, said Rhoda before opening the door. Three women were outside.

�Hello, Mrs. Larson. Nice to see you�, Said Rhoda to the eldest of the group a woman in her forties with a slight overweight dressed in a black dress and hat. The others were young women probably in their late teens or early twenties.

�Hello Ms Rhoda. Nice to see you too. Did you know my daughters, Susan and Carol�

Both of them did a slight curtsy and Rhoda merely nodded.

It was clear for Elizabeth that for them Rhoda was a superior woman, several levels above. She noticed however that they were now better dressed and looked cleaner than herself, she could not avoid to blush and look at the floor.

�Mrs. Larson, This is Kathy, my cousin. But we all call her Carrot head or Spots,� you know for the Freckles�,

Mrs. Larson barely acknowledged Elizabeth, �There is indeed certain resemblance, and she is a red head too but she looks a lot cheaper and uneducated�, she thought before returning her attention to Rhoda, who continued talking. Elizabeth was out of balance, she hated nicknames, a girl from the court dared to call her Carrot once and she had her and her parents spelled from the court. And the worst part was that this low maid didn�t even pay attention to her or said hello.

Rhoda continued,� �Well Carrot is an orphan and she had just arrived town. She� wants to be a maid for the court, however her only qualification for the position is that she is still a maiden,� and that is hardly a merit given her hygiene habits�, she said clipping her nose� and winking at the maids.

Elizabeth was red with embarrassment, �this is too much�, she thought but then calmed herself thinking, �This must be part of my cover, nobody would think that I am Lady Elizabeth or that Rhoda dared to speak to me that way, so my identity is safe, she must be doing it on purpose�.

Then Rhoda grabbed Elizabeth by her shoulders and looking at her in the eyes said, �Listen Carrot, these lovely ladies cook for the workers of Lord�s lands. They are going to take you to the market. Try to learn something from them, they know a lot more than you, and remember to obey every single� Mrs. Larson�s order.� You�ll be severely punished if there is any complain. Is it clear?�

�Yes Rhoda�, said Elizabeth in a whisper. She had been fidgeting nervously from leg to leg as Rhoda talked her. She felt strange having to turn her head upwards to see her half sister in the eyes. She was feeling more insecure by the minute.

Rhoda then said to her, �Kathy, I know you are my cousin and all, but you must talk to me with respect, you know our positions are quite different. So from now on call me Ms. Sanders. OK?�

�Yes, Ms Sanders�, said Elizabeth defeated. Then Rhoda, patted her in the ass and said, �Off you go, and remember you are not in a leisure walk, make yourself useful to these fine ladies� and then Rhoda closed the door leaving a very frightened Elizabeth outside the castle.

Rhoda could barely resist to laugh until her half sister was outside the door.

They started their walk to the market. Mrs. Larson could not hide her disgust, she had been pleading for years looking a position inside the castle kitchen for her daughters, and now this ignorant woman could have it just because of her cousin. Still she knew it was in her best interest to keep Rhoda as a friend, so she reluctantly disposed herself to teach Kathy.

The Larson sisters were equally annoyed by the competency, but they were not much aware of politics and they teased Elizabeth (Kathy) for the rest of the walk, mocking her cheap dress and shoes. When they arrived to the market, Elizabeth calves and feet were patched with dried mud and she was all sweaty which somehow awakened the bad smell of the animal grease that Rhoda put on her hair. By then the Larson Sisters were calling her Stinky Kathy.

They entered the market, it was a big one, probably 150 yards long and full of little posts where people sold all kinds of stuff, from live animals, to fruits and grains. There were also people selling clothes of shinning colors and shoes. Elizabeth was amazed and for the first time, she thought she did the right thing. There were so many things to see and so many interesting people.� A noble man in his horse was near them. �He is so handsome�, thought Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked at his eyes smiling in a clumsy attempt to flirt. He looked at her for a second but� then turned his sight away with a gesture of disgust.� Elizabeth was crushed, then she looked at another man, he looked less rich and was negotiating to buy a little sculpture.� She was thinking, �She looks strong, I want to see his face, maybe he is as handsome as the man on the horse.� Just then Mrs. Larson approached and pulling Elizabeth�s ear she grabbed her attention. Listen girl, you don�t look at these people in the eyes, in their presence you look at the floor. You are not worthy and they could feel insulted. And believe me you don�t want to insult them.

Elizabeth blushed and looked at the floor before asking, �Which people?�

�in your case, any people, even the commerce men, you look like trash�

She followed the other maids looking at the floor and noticed that the Larson sisters flirted here and then with the sellers and buyers. At one point she was waiting boringly with nothing to do and nowhere to look but the floor when she noticed a basket full with red apples. She didn�t think, she simply grabbed one a bitted it.

It was like starting a maelstrom. A seller started shouting �You thief! PAY ME NOW!�

Mrs. Larson was startled, �How could this girl be more stupid?�, she thought.

Elizabeth was paralyzed, she didn�t know what to do. She was used to satisfy all her wimps, she didn�t even think about it.

Mrs. Larson, however was very street wise and she knew that she would look very bad if she let this man take Kathy to the sheriff or something like that.

�Please Sr. She is with me, and she is new in town and is quite ignorant, but she will pay you right away. Don�t you Kathy?�

Elizabeth blushed.

� �I don�t have any coins Mrs. Larson�, said Elizabeth shyly.

Mrs. Larson looked at her in disgust. �Well you have to pay this man. Give him your shoes, maybe he could give them some use or sell them�.

Elizabeth blushed and took off� her shoes and handed them to the seller. They were muddy and looked well worn.

�These things don�t worth a pence. I will take her to the Sheriff�

Mrs. Larson intervened, �I will pay you for the fruit.�, the man interrupted, �because I cached her, otherwise she would have stole it�. The seller was an old man his little store was probably stolen a lot because he didn�t have good eyes, so now that he had trapped one he wanted revenge.

Mrs. Larson experience help her read him like a book. Still she didn�t want a scandal and fall from Rhoda�s grace.

�Tell you what. I pay you for the fruit but I agree that this crime should not go unpunished so besides keeping her shoes as a souvenir, I will cane her right here, so she learns to behave like a good girl in the future�

The seller seemed to calm down a bit, this maid understood his position. �OK, let�s make it six strokes and I do the last couple�.

Elizabeth felt ditzy, things were getting out of control pretty fast. The Larson sisters were openly laughing at the dumb girl predicament.��

People were gathering around but Mrs. Larson wanted no scandal, �There is nothing to see here, mind your business�. Then they went behind a curtain while the sisters took care of the merchandise.

Mrs. Larson said, �Grab your ankles Kathy, and don�t bend your knees. You will learn to respect other�s people property�

Elizabeth did it. She couldn�t find a way out. She was trembling. She felt embarrassed and frightened and�. very wet, it was just like her fantasies. Just this time it was for real. The seller handed Mrs. Larson a cane. Mrs. Larson knew she had to put a good show to calm this man and she find some thrill in chastising this young girl that was stealing her own daughters a chance for a better life. She rose the cane and hit Elizabeth�s ass with all her strength. Even thru the dress Elizabeth� felt a stinging pain. She had promised herself to endure the punishment as a only a noble woman could do, but the pain was so sharp that she could not avoid to let out a little scream. Mrs. Larson gave her two fast ones and by then she was crying and begging. �I am sorry, I�m sorry, please stop, stop�.

Mrs. Larson was high on her power, after all this little tramp wanted to take the job opportunity that her daughters deserved.� Maybe she could not avoid that, but she can enjoy some revenge.� �OK, if you can�t take a punishment as a gown woman, you have to take it a child. On your bare ass�.

�No. Please�, said Elizabeth in panic.

�If you don�t rise your skirt now and lower you underpants, I will do it for you but I will make it 20�

Elizabeth almost fainted, her ass was on fire and it had been only three, she could not imagine what 20 could feel. She sobbed and slowly raised her skirt showing that she was not wearing any underwear.

�My oh my. She is not wearing underpants, she is quite the slut. Definitely she is only virgin because she stinks�

The man laughed along and Mrs. Larson hit her naked ass a couple of times leaving 2 red marks crossing the pink ones of the first two lashes. Then the man approached her and hit her. Surprisingly he wasn�t as strong as Mrs. Larson or maybe he was more compassionate. Any way he was exhilarated, �I bet you�ll never steal again� he said as he hit her for a second time.

She remained sobbing for a few minutes. Mrs. Larson approached her and hissed, �You are quite the slut, you are wet, aren�t you? Does your cousin knows the kind of pervert she plans to introduce in the castle?�

Elizabeth shivered. She had been discovered. For the first time in her life she was aware that someone knew about her shameful cravings.

She looked down voiceless. Mrs. Larson went out the tent and Elizabeth followed ashamed.� The sisters were opening laughing, they could not see a thing but they had listened the canning and Elizabeth�s begs.� Her red eyes and snotty nose told the rest of the story.

Mrs. Larson turned and said to one of her daughters. �Marcia. Tie her hands behind her back. I won�t pay for another robbery�.

Elizabeth felt defeated, she had no fight in her so the rest of their stroll thru the market she walked barefoot and with her hands tied behind her back, at some point one of the girls hung a bag around Elizabeth�s neck and little by little they filled it with merchandise. People stared openly at her, normally people in the court would lower her sight when she� approached but now it was the other way around. She felt worthless, inferior and humiliated. She didn�t dare to look at people�s eyes fearing to find contempt.

The walk home was equally shameful and scaring.� She had to suffer the sisters constant mocking, they filled her bag even more. �At least she is a good load beast�, one of them laughed.

But she was more tormented by her own thoughts, �How would I explain Rhoda the lost of the shoes, and what if this stupid lady tell her about my shameful punishment.. and my reaction. I could never face Rhoda again. I would die of embarrassment�

When they were near the castle Elizabeth knew she had to do something and gathering all her resolve she approached Mrs. Larson. �Mrs. Larson, wait. May I ask you a favor?�,� she said, the apprehension clearly noticeable in the trembling of her� almost inaudible voice.

�What do you need my dear?�

�Please� you know� don�t tell Rho� Ms. Sanders about the market� you know��

Mrs. Larson was thinking just the same, she knew she had probably crossed the line, and was a little afraid that Kathy could complain to� her cousin and the consequences would be unpredictable, she could even lose her job. But now that Kathy talked, she realized that it must be a lot worse for her,� she was thinking, �probably she isn�t so close to Rhoda,� as a matter of fact Rhoda looked at her with contempt.� I bet Rhoda would like to get rid of her but can�t do it because of family pressures but if she knew she is a thief and a pervert, she would dismiss her for sure�.

Elizabeth looked at Mrs. Larson with apprehension, waiting for an answer and unable to read her face. After a few seconds of silence she decided to toy with the girl.

�I don�t know. I am very loyal to Rhoda, and to her mother Ms. Wanda. I have to tell them� the truth� and get my money back�

Elizabeth panicked. The idea of Wanda knowing about it was even worse. It could have very bad consequences for her, after all she had disobeyed explicit orders from her father.

�No please, I� I�ll pay you back 2 shillings�

�No. You will surely rob somebody, and I would be accomplice. No way�, she said sincerely.

�Please, I beg you, I�ll do anything�, by then she could see the castle, they were maybe just 200 yards away. �What if Rhoda see that I am tied?�, she thought.

�OK. You seem to be a good girl but somewhat stupid. I let it slip for now, I won�t tell your cousin nor your ant but you need to pay me my shilling, so you will come tomorrow to my quarters and clean the big salon. That job would earn you a� few pence to pay your debt.�

�No. I don�t want more of this�, she thought, but she saw no other way out and she agreed with a silent nod. �Ok,�, said Mrs. Larson while untying� her hands, �I will make the arrangements with Rhoda for tomorrow first time in the morning�.

�When she arrived to the castle Rhoda, could barely refrain her laugh. If it was possible, Elizabeth looked worse that when she left. She was barefoot and all of her was covered in dust and sweat.� And the way she fidgeted from leg to leg while Rhoda spoke with Mrs. Larson was hilarious , she looked more and more insecure.

When the Larsons left, Elizabeth tried to compose herself. Rhoda was puzzled, �What was about you going to the market again tomorrow with them�. Rhoda was really surprised, the trip was surely a torment for Elizabeth and she imagined that it would take a lot of work and manipulation to get Elizabeth out the castle again.

Elizabeth was nervous and simply said, �Well, it was a lot of fun� you know,� all the men staring even in these clothes�.

For a moment Rhoda felt a tingle of jealousy but then realized that Elizabeth must be lying, she could not attract a peasant looking as she looked.

Elizabeth sensed Rhoda incredibility and wanted to end the conversation. So trying to recover her composure she said, �Ok. Back to reality. Prepare my bath. I can�t sleep like this. And where are my clothes?�

She tried to sound authoritative and strong as usual but her voice showed a hint of insecurity, specially when she asked for her clothes. She wanted to change right away, she felt inferior dressed as she was and wanted to recover right away.

�Your clothes are in your room. It would be too risky to leave them here, somebody could have found them and would start asking questions�

Normally Elizabeth would have ordered Rhoda to go and fetch them, but instead she stood quietly waiting for instructions. Her mind was divided between bitching Rhoda and obeying her.

Rhoda saw her hesitation and said, �Come on, follow me I know a secret path, Nobody will see you�.

They begun walking thru a maze of narrow aisles with Rhoda leading and Elizabeth meekly following her behind. Rhoda started talking, �, I understand that these little escapades could be a lot of fun for you, but I didn�t expect you were going out again so soon. It really increases my risk, so you would have to be extra careful to follow my orders and you must know that you owe me big time. Do you Understand?�.

Elizabeth felt pretty insecure dressed as she was, she just wanted to take a bath and change into her clothes and end this nightmare right then, but she was still afraid that Mrs. Larson could tell Rhoda about her shameful behavior or could even tell Wanda about her �nephew� with unpredictable results.� It was simply a risk that she could not take. So she simply answered, �Yes, Rhoda�.

�I think that while you are wearing that dress you must call me Ms. Sanders. It is safer this way�.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but was in no shape to discuss so she said, �Yes, MS. Sanders�.

Rhoda made a new turn and then entered a small room. Elizabeth was puzzled.

�In case you are wondering why we stop. Well, it is not safe to go to your room now dressed as you are, and it would be equally hard to get you out early tomorrow. So you will stay here until tomorrow, after your market visit you may return to your chambers, unless you plan to get out on daily basis.�

Elizabeth was stunned, she was completely out of balance. The room was just a little bigger than her �meditation room� and a lot smaller than her chambers.� The furniture was scarce and cheap. There was a straw mattress covered with an old blanket and laying on the floor. There was also a very small table where she saw a piece of bread, a small vase full of water and the remaining of a small candle. In the furthest corner from the mattress there were three wooden buckets, two of them were full of dirty water and the other, a smaller one, was empty. The third one was probably to be used as a toilet. Oddly for a room so humble as that, it had a big mirror, it was certainly broken in many parts and the wooden frame was in pretty bad shape but it was a mirror nonetheless.

��OK.�, said Rhoda before Elizabeth could get out of her stupor. �You will spend the night here, but� you will compensate me for all the risks I am taking.�

Elisabeth looked at her questioningly, �I have always been curious about how would it be to sleep in your chambers. I think you owe me that, and it would also be good that the room get�s used during the night, otherwise the maids could get suspicious. I think I will use the bath that I prepared for you�

�Elizabeth was surprised and was afraid of how fast things were getting out of control, and she was also afraid of how much all this non sense was arousing her. She was overwhelmed, she only wanted to touch herself, it had been a very emotional day and she was hornier than ever in her life.� She felt out of words and was trying hard to come with something to say, fortunately Rhoda didn�t wait for her answer, she simply said, �OK, Elizabeth, see you tomorrow�. And left the room.

Elizabeth could hear that Rhoda was locking the door from the outside. It wa probably to avoid that somebody could enter and find Elizabeth, but leaved her with no choice but remain there until Rhoda returned in the morning.

Once she was alone she approached the mirror and saw the image of the humblest passant, and a very dirty one. �No wonder that noble man turned his face away�, she remembered with shame that only contributed to her arousal. She then got curious and took away her dress and used the mirror to look at her canned ass. It still was crossed by several pink lines, she shivered remembering the shameful punishment. It was specially appaling when the old man canned her bare ass while she could hear the Larson sisters laughs in the back.

By then her left hand was furiously rubbing her clit and a few minutes later she came. After her orgasm, she returned to her senses and tried to regain some control, but she was locked in that room and could not talk with Rhoda to stop that nonsense. She tried to clean herself with the dirty water in the buckets but whiteout soap or herbs, it was a complete failure and the water was very cold, so she didn�t use much of it. At the end she settled with cleaning her very dirty feet and then went to the mattress naked trying to get some sleep.� She didn�t want to wear her dress in bed because it was pretty uncomfortable.

While she rested naked and dirty in the hard mattress she could not avoid to think that while she slept worse than a peasant, Rhoda was comfortably sleeping in her luxurious bed after a long bath with warm water, soap and herbs. She missed the herbal aroma and now she smelled of sweat and dirt and the stupid grease that Rhoda smeared in her hair.

She felt both depressed and horny. It was like living out some of her fantasies; she was ashamed and she knew her behavior was not at the level of her noble position but she nonetheless could not avoid to masturbate to several orgasms until she felt into a very uneasy sleep full of strange dreams.