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Author’s note:
In the spirit of letting the reader know a little of what they’re signing up for, please note that while this is in the Lesbian section it includes a little nonconsent, some spanking, some very polite blackmail, a fair bit of submission and a mild bit of femdom, a dollop of humiliation, a touch of a threesome (two-and-a-half-some), and some MF interaction too. You could say it’s a little bit of everything and not too much of anything, but I thought you should know, before you begin.
In any case, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.
Tags: nonconsent, lesbian, humiliation, submission, dominance, reluctance, oral, spanking, femdom, MF.
Copyright © 2023. This is a copyrighted work. Unauthorised use is prohibited. All rights reserved by the author.
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Part 5
I could not, in the end, bring myself to either return to my room or go down to breakfast.
Instead, I fled to the library, my sanctuary – or, at least, a source of solitude, which at present was the same thing.
Cautiously I pushed open one of the large oak doors, but much to my relief and as I had assumed, the large room was completely vacant. I took a chair by a window and collected a nearby cushion against my chest. I was trembling.
It was clear what now must happen. The master of the house would find his curtains insufficiently drawn (probably forgivable), his tray on the wrong table (possibly forgivable), realise I had not wished him a good morning (probably punishable) and further realise that one of his possessions had been knocked to the floor and not replaced (very definitely punishable, possibly a capital crime).
At the very least he would report this to Mrs. Dempster, and I would summarily find myself rewarded with an extremely close-up view of the grain of the dining hall table before the collected staff.
I wondered if they’d also invite all the footmen to come and watch.
That, I reasoned, was the best possible outcome; the worst being all the above concluding with expulsion from my new job after only three days.
I sobbed quietly against my cushion.
Mrs. Dempster would be furious with me. Lucy would be disappointed. I had let everyone down, and moreover I was not sure I would be able to withstand the humiliation that would follow (which bothered me far more than the prospect of the physical aspect of the spanking).
For some time, I sat in the chair, hugging the cushion tightly – my only friend. I considered various options – coming clean and apologising (Mrs. Dempster did not strike me as particularly inclined towards mercy), running away (extremely appealing, save for the fact that I had no idea where I would go, how I would get there, or how to survive by myself), or going to Lucy. The latter seemed most sensible, but it meant leaving my cushion, depended on me finding Lucy before I encountered Mrs. Dempster and was promptly dragged off to the dining hall table, and required me to summon the courage to move – all of which seemed too great an ask.
So, I remained in the library, alone with my thoughts, for quite some time.
It was twenty after ten by the library clock when Lucy finally pushed open the door and looked within. She saw me immediately.
“Emily!” she exclaimed, “I have been looking everywhere for you!”
Yes, I thought, it made sense they would send Lucy of all people to summon me to my judgement – the world is that cruel.
I sobbed quietly into the cushion, unable to even look up at her.
“Oh, my dear,” she said, stepping closer, “whatever has happened?”
I sobbed again, and she came right up to me, slipping to her knees at my feet and taking one of her hands in mine. She was so good, so gentle.
“I… I… did it all wrong!” I cried, “I couldn’t see anything, and I got the wrong table, and I knocked something off, and I forgot to say, ‘good morning’, and Mrs. Dempster washed me, and… and… they’re going to ask me to leave! I just know they are!”
Silence greeted this declaration, which, in hindsight, was probably a little difficult to follow.
I sobbed again, hiccupping.
Lucy rose and slipped onto the seat beside me, one arm sliding over my shoulders as she pulled me against her, “I didn’t fully understand that,” she said kindly, “but no matter what has happened, I will help you, Emily.”
I dropped the cushion and turned in her arms, burying my face in her neck as I sobbed against her. Ever to her credit she neither complained nor moved, even as my tears probably ran down her neck and the risk of my crying leaving marks on her pristine uniform gradually increased. Instead, she stroked my hair. “Why don’t you start from the beginning.”
So, I told her. I explained how Mrs. Dempster had awoken me very early that morning and taken me for a shower.
“That explains why you weren’t there,” she said.
I told her how Mrs. Dempster had thought I wasn’t doing the job properly, and so had washed me herself.
“Ah,” she said.
I told her how yabancı gaziantep escort Mrs. Dempster’s washing of me had resulted in my reaching orgasm (I was only able to share this by virtue of the fact that Lucy couldn’t see my face, which was bright red during the telling).
“Oh,” she said, and her fingers slipped into my hair, stroking me.
I explained that, stupidly, I had called her ‘Mistress’, and that my orgasm had caused her discomfort, and that I ended up having to please her with my tongue to make up for all I’d done wrong.
Lucy was silent for some time after this report, before saying, “Mrs. Dempster does sometimes like to… explore… with some of the girls.”
I waved a hand in the air, “It doesn’t matter, Lucy. It’s the rest that’s even worse!”
“Go on,” she said, stroking my hair softly.
I told her that morning I had been on the rota to do the master’s breakfast.
“That can’t be!” she exclaimed, genuinely surprised.
I confirmed it was, explaining how I had carried the tray into the master’s room, and it had been too dark to see anything.
“Why didn’t you turn on the gas lamp?” she asked.
I froze against her shoulder. “What?”
“The gas lamp by the door. Why didn’t you turn it on?”
I sat up, looking at her, aghast. “What gas lamp by the door?!”
She looked at me. “No one told you.”
“No,” I said, sadly, feeling so foolish. Of course there would’ve been a gas lamp by the door.
“So, what did you do?”
I told her how I had navigated the room in the dark, using the light from the curtains, and placed the tray on the wrong table, disturbing one of the master’s possessions.
I omitted how I had stood staring at him, naked, in the bed, and told her instead how I had fled without wishing him a ‘good morning’.
“Oh, Emily,” she said when I’d finished, then took me again against her shoulder.
“I’ve ruined it all, haven’t I?” I said, my voice muffled slightly by her uniform.
“No, no,” she said, reassuringly, “It was your first time. I’m sure no one will mind.”
“I won’t be spanked across the table?”
“What?”
“Like Sarah. When she didn’t swallow.”
“Oh! No, my dear, I’m sure you won’t be spanked across the table. And, by the way, that wasn’t Sarah’s first offence.”
I sat up, looking at her. “Are you sure I won’t be publicly spanked?”
She smiled at me. “For that to happen, the master would have to inform Mrs. Dempster and request it. I have never known him do that, and you’re not the first girl to make a mistake in his presence.”
I took a shuddering breath, feeling some of the tension leave my body.
Lucy leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers. “You’re still adorable, even with red eyes.” She arose, taking my hand in hers, “Come with me,” she said, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
She took me to the washroom, where my day had started. It was empty, I was relieved to see; clearly everyone else had been and gone, yet I also saw someone had tidied away the items on the table, save for the piles of towels, two of which Lucy took and thoughtfully draped over the warming pipes.
“Both our uniforms are a little bit wrinkled,” Lucy said, which was a kind way of saying that I looked an absolute state, and I’d ruined hers with my tears. “We can get fresh ones, but first I think you would benefit from a gentle wash.”
It sounded perfect, and I stood there as she undressed me, seeing the irony of being accompanied for a shower twice in the space of only a few hours. Yet the difference between Lucy’s gentle touch as she pulled the laces from my bodice, compared to the severity of Mrs. Dempster that morning, was the difference between soft and hard, day and night. She slipped the bodice from my shoulders and began to unbutton my blouse. “You will feel far better with a shower, and some fresh clothes.”
I did not doubt her, and soon she was unfastening my skirt, and letting it fall to the floor.
It did not even occur to me to be embarrassed to be naked before Lucy. How much had changed, and how quickly. She collected my clothing and bundled them into a basket before quickly divesting her own, and, having retrieved some soap from the cabinet, she took me by the hand, and led me to a shower.
I was sure I would never get tired of seeing Lucy naked. She was so beautiful.
She adjusted the water to the perfect temperature and then lifted my hands, laying them on the wall. “Stand still, now,” she said softly, before taking some soap and beginning to wash my hair. It was a delightfully sensuous and relaxing sensation, her fingers gently rubbing across my scalp, as she first soaped then rinsed my hair. But soon I felt her body push lightly against my back, felt her breasts slippery against my skin, and other sensations began to grow within me.
She finished with my hair and trailed her hands gently down over my shoulders, not bothering with a sponge. I sighed beneath her touch, and when her yabancı gaziantep escort hands reached my bottom, I pushed back against her.
“Not here, Emily,” she said, and reached to turn off the shower. I wasn’t sure what she meant, and felt a little consternation, but she turned me and kissed my lips, “One moment.” I watched as she walked across the washroom to the warm towels, returning with both, and it was more than my heart could bear to see her in all her glorious nudeness with the light playing delightfully against her wet skin.
She wrapped a warm towel tightly around me, looped one about herself, and took my hand. “Come, we will go to our room.”
The corridor was empty, and the trip back to our room was quite swift. She held my hand the whole way.
Our room was unoccupied; clearly Annie and Tracy were elsewhere. Lucy pulled me in and closed the door behind, before letting her towel fall to the floor. She then untucked mine, pulling it from me.
She reached up and cupped my face in her hands, leant in and gently kissed me. I opened to her immediately, and her tongue found mine.
She drew back. “Feeling better?” I nodded, not quite trusting my voice. I did feel a little better, but I was still shaken by earlier events, and by now I was also quite aroused.
She seemed to know.
Her hand slipped into my hair, and she tugged my head slightly, looking at me.
“I could be gentle with you, you’ve had a tough morning,” musing aloud as she tugged my head again, “but in fairness, you look so vulnerable with your puppy-dog eyes that I feel… quite… possessive,” she said, and tugged my hair once more. I whimpered quietly.
She stepped a little closer and cupped my breast with her other hand. I shivered as she flicked her thumb over my nipple, “You are such a submissive little thing,” she whispered, flicking my nipple again, “that I think maybe I should just… take you as I wish to.”
I trembled at her words, my core flooding with wetness from that alone, and knew only that I just wanted to be found pleasing by her.
She tugged my hair again, this time twisting my head a little, and leant forward, licking softly at my throat. “So then, Emily,” she murmured, her lips against my skin, “would you like me to ask you what you would like… or tell you what to do?”
I could hardly speak, so aroused was I. “Tell me, Lucy, please… tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it.” I could not possibly form enough thought to decide for myself, and she had read me perfectly. I wanted to be told what to do. Yes, I longed for comfort, for gentleness and reassurance after the scare I had had this morning, and I could have found that with her; but more than that – far more than that – I wanted to please her, and to be found pleasing by her, and that in itself was the comfort I so desperately sought.
In that moment I would do anything for her that she wished of me; she had but to ask.
She released her hold on my hair. “Kneel down,” she said, and while her tone was still all Lucy – and not the severity of Mrs. Dempster – it wasn’t a request.
I slipped to my knees before her, obedient and content to be so desired, and I was ever so aroused. I thought briefly on my submission, and how I had never realised such a thing was a part of me until I had come to Laxton. I wondered if it had always been within me, or whether it was this place in general, and Lucy and Mrs. Dempster in particular, that had drawn it out. I realised it didn’t matter; it was now as much a part of me of me as my emotions, and it seemed appropriate to kneel before Lucy, and serve her as she wished me to. I admit that even the very act of kneeling before her prior even to any actual sexual contact, was arousing in its own way, so deeply did I feel my submission to her, my desire to please.
Her hand returned to my head, and for the second time that day my head was drawn to the apex of a woman’s thighs. But this was Lucy, and she was soft and gentle and smelled delicious, and I could not wait to taste her.
She held me firmly to her as I knelt before her and licked her, and she was as wet as I was, her juices quickly covering my face. I loved the taste of her, the feel of her against my face.
“Yes…” she sighed as I pleasured her, her hand fisting in my hair, letting me know that this was what she wanted, and I was the one to give it to her.
She lifted one foot and placed it on the bed, opening her sex to me for greater access, and I pushed forward, sliding my tongue between her folds, seeking the centre of her pussy, pushing my tongue as far inside her as I possibly could.
“I could watch you all day you down there,” she said, her voice quiet but heavy with lust. I looked up at her, licking all the while, “but I want to taste you too,” she said, and I sat back and just nodded. She grinned, “Plus, it is not so nice to cum standing up!”
She lay down on the bed and held her hand out to me, “Come here, yabancı gaziantep escort bayan Lucy,” and I rose quickly to obey her.
“I want your mouth on me,” she said, and her voice husky with passion. I moved to kneel between her legs. “Wait,” she said, “I want to taste you too.”
I was puzzled, not understanding, but she directed me, and soon I found myself lying over her, she one way and I the other, our heads between each other’s legs. I had never envisaged such a simple but wonderful thing, and it excited me immeasurably to think that I would be able to pleasure her while she could taste me too. I felt her hands come up to my hips, stroking my ass, her fingertips teasing me as they danced across my crack, my thighs parted above her face, and then her marvellous tongue licked across me, and I almost came right then.
I gasped aloud, my back arching, pushing myself against her tongue, but then remembered I also had a task to perform, and quickly lowered my mouth to her sex. She spread her thighs for me, her knees bent slightly, her hips angled for me, and my mouth covered her as I sucked and licked at her folds.
Oh, but it was a blissful combination of heady sensations and emotions! I lost myself in the taste of her, spurred by the divine feeling of her tongue on me, and at times I had to focus hard on the task she had set, so wonderfully distracting was her tongue.
She pushed her tongue deeply inside me, my sex most open with my thighs spread so wide, and not to be undone I copied her, thrusting my tongue into her wet, delicious hole. For some moments it seemed like we duelled, each trying to outdo the other by how far we could thrust our tongues, how much we could make the other squirm, and who would gasp first.
Suddenly I heard the door open behind me and a girl exclaim, “Oh!”. I hoped this was Tracy or Annie entering, for were it anyone else I am sure I would have died from embarrassment. Lucy wrapped her arms around my hips, holding me tightly, a silent command that I was not to move – much as she had done with her leg yesterday by the pond. It seemed that Lucy was ever the exhibitionist, and in the space of two days I found myself again engaged with my tongue in Lucy’s wet sex, observed by a stranger in the act, yet it amazed me even more that I was accepting of this, so much had my world changed in the whirl of adventure that was Lucy.
I heard the door close and wondered if the intruder had left, but then I heard Tracy’s voice, “Do you need any help?”
“Mmm,” Lucy replied, her tongue still lapping at my wetness, and clearly unwilling to stop long enough for even a word.
I felt the bed move as Tracy evidently added some of her weight, and then I gasped in shock and delight as I felt her warm, wet tongue between my spread ass cheeks, licking and pushing against my anus.
“Oh, Oh!” I cried out, and I came almost immediately, the shock of her tongue in such an intimate place, and the combination of both tongues far too much for anyone to bear.
Lucy held me as I shuddered, my climax causing my hips to buck beneath both their tongues, and I heard Tracy’s giggle as her hands caressed my buttocks, and her tongue delved deeper still.
I writhed against Lucy, completely forgetting that I was to lick her too, and bathed in the unbelievable sensations of their combined efforts. I came again, shaking, the second orgasm immediately following and even stronger than the first, and had to bury my face against Lucy’s thigh to muffle the cries that were forced from me.
In the end it proved too much, too intense, and I had to gasp, “No more, please!” They both slowed and finally stopped, but not before each had taken some last long, deep, final licks.
I rested my brow against Lucy’s thigh, and I was panting as though I had run a mile. “Oh, sweet heaven,” I murmured, and both the girls giggled behind me.
Tracy drew back and Lucy slapped my ass, encouraging me to move, and I slipped my leg from over her, and all-but fell to my side on the bed, my limbs lacking the strength to support me.
“She is just too adorable!” Tracy exclaimed, and I blushed to be so esteemed.
“Isn’t she, though?” Lucy agreed. Then she whispered something to Tracy, and I was unable to hear it; her mouth must have been very close to her ear.
“No, really?” Tracy gasped, evidently delighted by whatever message had been passed, “Do you think for me too?” and I felt Lucy shrug against my leg.
I felt Tracy move from the bed and watched as she went to hers, sitting on the edge. She was dressed in her maid’s uniform, as I would’ve expected.
“Come here, Emily,” she instructed, and her tone was imperative. It pulled at me, deep down, beneath my stomach.
I glanced at Lucy, seeking guidance, but she just smiled and nodded at me.
I climbed carefully over Lucy and slipped from the bed, my legs admittedly a little shaky, but Tracy interrupted me, “No, I want to watch you crawl to me.”
I was on my hands and knees before I had even really thought about it. I hadn’t hesitated, though I did then, for a moment. Why had I obeyed so? Was the request not a little strange? But then there had been something in Tracy’s tone, and I’m not sure I was thinking too clearly, so aroused I was from my orgasms and the presence of both girls. I glanced up at Tracy’s face, and she seemed to wear such an expression of longing and lust that I could not resist her.
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