Cuckoo

Part Thirteen: Back To Work

"That's quite some story", Richard Mann said after a short silence. Despite the interruption to eating caused by Sir Peter Killingworth's long account the two men had managed to finish their lunch and now they returned to the drawing room where Richard had first met Amanda and enjoyed such an exquisite introduction to her skills in oral sex. That was an hour and a half ago but enthralled as he had been in his friend's tale and in the demonstration of the maid's obedience that their short walk through the grounds had provided, it seemed like a mere ten minutes.

Amanda fetched some drinks for the men, then stood to attention by Sir Peter's chair where he could idly stroke her long lean legs.

"This was all a couple of years ago but there isn't much else to add ", the businessman resumed at last.

"Amanda had served the purpose for which we'd acquired her. Any further use we could make of her was a bonus and it won't take me long to bring you up to date. We didn't want young James to form any sort of emotional attachment to his surrogate mother so we took the child away from her immediately after the birth. Vivian came in and made sure she had an active involvement in rearing our son so that it was her face that was imprinted on the boy's consciousness during the crucial early weeks of his life. We hired a nanny to look after him for those occasions when we needed to be elsewhere but James knows who his mummy and daddy are.

And that was almost the end of Amanda's involvement in raising the boy; but not quite. The drugs and the pregnancy had done wonders for her knockers and she was clearly primed and ready for lactation as soon as a pair of lips closed over her fat little nips. It would have been a waste not to use her as a wet nurse, so we let James suckle from the slave girl's tits. Amanda was told very firmly that her role was only that of a living milk bottle - just a convenient pair of mammary glands to provide the boy with the nutrients he needed. She was allowed no chance to bond with the child once the mechanics of feeding were completed.

But Amanda expressed her milk well and freely, so that there was more than enough for me to sample the delights of suckling from Amanda's juicy young udders for myself. It was quite delicious - sweet and warm and fresh from the teat.

We put Amanda back in uniform again, a nursing bra being the only concession to her state as the prime milk source for our son. She was taught how to use a breast pump to save the copious results of lactation if she was ready to be milked but for some reason James wasn't ready or available to feed. That way none of the milk went to waste. Mrs. Tibbs supervised milkings when my wife and I weren't present and in general we had a very good yield from our pretty dairy maid! James certainly benefited from the contents of her breasts for rather longer than is usual, I believe. He continued to suck from them after his teeth had started to come through and by the time he was finally weaned, he had started to bite and chew at the nipples which caused the girl some distress, I fear.

It was gratifying to be able to make full use of Amanda's body again without having to exercise the restraint which had been necessary whilst she was carrying the future heir to the estate. I instituted an immediate program of vigorous physical exercise to tone her up and flatten her belly which had inevitably been stretched by the pregnancy. And I took a much firmer line in disciplinary matters again. I had to correct any misleading ideas that she might have formed in the late stages of her pregnancy because of the relatively lenient treatment I'd allowed her. I made it quite clear now. That had been for the benefit of my son and heir and certainly not out of any consideration for her own comfort or welfare! Vivian was happy to help me in restoring the proper measure of fear and respect that we expect from our pretty possession. She got the message quickly enough!

And now we've achieved a healthy regime, which keeps her in line without too much difficulty. Regular spankings are supplemented from time to time with a healthy dose of the strap and a more judicious but effective application of the cane to her bare backside. Nothing less than instant and unquestioning obedience is acceptable; to myself, my wife, my servants, my guests and even my horses and dogs when they can reasonably be considered to require service from her.

I've managed a few refinements to the way she's governed. Nothing conceptually new since the doctor put the implant in her neck but just some easier ways of managing her. I have this little hand held PC programmed to monitors her drug reservoir and control her arousal level. She knows what a firm line I take on unauthorised masturbation but I don't entirely trust her not to try to slip furtive fingers into that sweet little honey pot of hers when she thinks we won't notice. However, with the benefits of this device I get a log of any activity of that kind and I can quickly cool her off! She never climaxes without permission, although I must admit I occasionally like to let her finger herself to one in private, pretending she's managed to break my rules. It gives me a suitable pretext for a spanking.

She's is a very saucy little sweetmeat, dressed in the French Maid's uniform, don't you think? It's quite a pleasure to be able to enjoy the benefits of a well prepared hot and moist little snatch and the lively young body of a wench desperate to please me and craving for the release of an orgasm which only I have the authority to grant her.

I'm afraid the little bitch still hasn't come to terms with her way of life, even after almost three years of employment. Her fears and her needs are sufficient to ensure that she will never escape our total mastery of her mind and body but it doesn't stop her from remembering what life was like when she still had her independence. I'm sure she misses it and longs for freedom - that's an irreducible part of her personality which none of Dr. Stebbings methods can overcome. But do you know, I don't mind that at all! On the contrary, if I'm honest, I rather like it. The veiled look of anguish and despair which sometimes flashes across Amanda's face before she surrenders to an authorised climax just adds to my pleasure and that little extra wriggle of reluctant humiliation which she often gives when I'm buggering her is priceless. All in all, Amanda's body has been quite a bonus.

Now tell me something Richard. Would you like to take Amanda upstairs and give her a work out? It's what she's there for - entertaining guests is a part of her duty! You would? I rather thought so! She hasn't been gasmed for nearly a week so if I just set the controls accordingly I think you'll find it a most pleasurable experience…

Go on. Enjoy yourself!