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Title: Caroline’s Realm
Author: Euryleia Rider
Synopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation.
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Part I
“My gracious, what is that you are wearing?” Caroline Hastings stared at the young woman who had just entered her parlor.
Harriet Stewart looked down at her dress. She was confused by the welcome from the older woman. She had been forced to come to this house following the death of her beloved father and was still devastated. She fingered the well-worn cloth nervously and tossed her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “It is my best dress, cousin,” she answered.
“Well, I can’t have you wearing something like that in my home. Take it off,” Caroline demanded.
“I beg your pardon,” Harriet began.
The dark haired woman threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, you will beg before I’m through with you.”
Harriet looked aghast at her older cousin. “What are you saying?”
“It’s simple, really. You came here at my mercy. If you wish to stay here, you will obey my commands and carry out my wishes. Failure to do so will have you back out there on your own.” Caroline pointed dramatically out the French windows that faced the drive. “Surely, the solicitors explained all this when they told you of my offer of a place to stay.” She looked at her cousin and raised a pencil thin eyebrow. “Do you have any questions?”
“I can’t believe that you would treat me this way.”
“What way is that, my dear? As a penniless freeloader? Or, perhaps, like a tramp like your mother?”
“My mother was no tramp!”
“She slept with my Uncle without the benefit of marriage. What would you call that except a slut?”
“They loved each other deeply.”
“He was trapped into the relationship by your mother’s quite timely pregnancy with you and even more timely death at your birth. In fact, I’m not even positive that you are my Uncle’s child.”
“How can you say that? My father loved me.”
“That carries little weight now that he is no longer with us.” Caroline picked at a thread on her bodice. “What matters now is that you are out of options. Do you agree to my terms?”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Harriet said bitterly.
“No,” her cousin replied. “Isn’t it delicious?” When Harriet did not reply, Caroline’s gray eyes hardened. “Now, why don’t you do what I asked?”
Harriet turned her tear-stained face to her and asked, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember the question.”
“I said take off that horrible dress.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Listen very carefully, little girl. I am very serious and the sooner you realize that, the better.” She glared at the younger woman. “I am not in the habit of repeating myself.”
Slowly, Harriet forced her hands to lift. Her fingers fumbled at the numerous buttons at her throat and wrist. Once it was off, she held it in front of herself like a shield.
“Better,” her cousin observed, ringing for the housekeeper. “Why don’t you take the rest of those rags off now?”
Harriet started at the appearance of the servant. She clutched the dress tightly to her body.
“Martha, bring up the fire and then take these items from Miss Waltham and dispose of them. I would recommend burning them.”
The older woman dropped a quick curtsey and hurriedly obeyed her mistress. She had to tug at the dress to get it from Harriet and then stood there waiting for the rest of the clothes. Harriet looked appealingly at her cousin but began taking off her chemise at the cold look she received.
“And Martha, send a note to Mr. Chambers to call on me tomorrow to measure her for her new things.”
Once Harriet was naked, the housekeeper left the room with her clothes held at arms length. Caroline took her time, studying the slightly overweight body before her. Her cousin was well proportioned with long legs and trunk. Her breasts were the size of ripe pears and her pubis was slightly darker than the golden hair on her head.
Growing uncomfortable under the implacable gaze, Harriet raised her arms.
Before Harriet could cover her charms, Caroline held up a hand. “NO! I wish to see what I possess.”
“I’m a person not a possession.”
“Strange, I could have sworn that you agreed to live here at my discretion and to obey my commands. Sounds to me like I own you.”
Harriet stood there in shock, her hands falling to her sides. Her head was spinning and she could hear the blood pounding in her ears.
“Come over here and kneel at my side.”
Harriet glanced over at the couch.
Caroline laughed at her look. “I can’t have you sit like that on my furniture. I won’t have you ruin my things. Now come here.”
It was hard to begin walking but she had no choice. She knelt, her hands folded across her breasts.
“No, not like that.” Caroline ordered, “Your arms should be behind you, clasping the opposite forearm. Spread your legs apart. Wider. Good. That is how you sit from now on unless I tell you differently. Do you understand?”
“I don’t know why you are doing this to me?” Harriet cried piteously.
Caroline smiled wolfishly, “Because I can.” She sipped from her cup of tea for a few moments while studying her young charge. “I wrote the solicitors that I had a job for you. Do you want to know what it is?”
Harriet nodded.
“That is not acceptable. You are better than a simple animal that can only shake its head. Not much better but enough. You will answer me with yes, ma’am or no ma’am.”
“Ye…yes, ma’am.” Harriet stuttered.
“Answer me completely.” When Harriet stared at her in confusion, she shook her head, sadly. “You really are a simpleton. I asked you if you want to know what work you will be doing. The correct response would be…”
Harriet was panicking. “Um. Yes, ma’am. Please tell me what my job will be?” She stared hopefully at the older woman, hoping that she had phrased the question correctly.
Reaching out her hand, Caroline patted the top of the kneeling woman’s head. “Very good. See, I knew you could get it.”
Feeling uncomfortably relieved at the praise, Harriet listened intently as her cousin spoke.
“As you know, my father traveled extensively around the world. While his main purpose was to increase trade, he was also able to indulge his appetite of collecting. He was most intent on amassing the finest collection of erotica in the known world. He has original texts from India, Japan, and Russia. He has notebooks filled with the oral stories from the tribes of Africa, South America, and Mongolia. What I want you to do is help me get the individual works ready for publication. That means transcribing the materials into neatly, typewritten manuscripts.” She continued to stroke the blonde head. “You can type, can’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I can type.”
“Excellent. Well, I’m sure that you are tired from your travels. We will start first thing in the morning.” Caroline called for the housekeeper. When Martha arrived, Caroline said, “Please put Miss Harriet away for the night.”
“Put me away?” At the older woman’s glare, Harriet dropped her eyes and tried again. “Please, ma’am. What do you mean by put me away?”
Nodding, the other woman smiled. “I’m glad to see that you are capable of learning. Yes. Remember, you own nothing anymore. I own it all and that includes your body. I can’t have you touching yourself at night.” Caroline looked at her property. “I just know that you’ll be up there in the dark, doing all sorts of nasty things to your body.”
“Oh, I won’t do that.” Harriet found herself blushing again. She had never been bold enough to stroke herself to pleasure before.
“I can hardly trust your word now, can I? Especially knowing what I do about your mother.” She put down her teacup. “Now, go with Martha. You had better obey her, I don’t want to get a poor report from her tomorrow morning at breakfast.”
“No, ma’am.”
“Good, girl.” She watched in satisfaction as the naked body of her cousin walked away from her. The glorious round globes of her ass, swayed tantalizingly back and forth. She was going to have a wonderful time getting to know her. Laughing with delight at the pleasures that awaited her, she headed to her own bedroom suite on the other side of the house.
The housekeeper led Harriet to a beautifully apportioned room on the second floor. She directed her to do her business in the bathroom and return. “Don’t take too long, missy. I’ve got other chores to do tonight and can’t be wasting my evening putting you away.”
Harriet’s hands were shaking as she washed her face and hands. This day had been the most stressful of her young life. Not in her wildest dreams had she expected that the death of her father would result in such a change of her fortunes.
When she came out of the bathroom she was shocked to see the bed stripped and four black straps attached to each of the bedposts.
“What?”
“You must be secured. Now, come here.”
Dazed, Harriet approached the bed. She was made to lay on her stomach with the pillow that would normally have been under her head lifting her hips off the bed.
“Give me your arm.”
The cold voice of the housekeeper broke through her swirling thoughts. She reached out her hand and it was tied to the bed. Martha moved around the bed, making sure that her young charge was safely put away.
“Um?”
“What is it, dearie?”
“Could I please have a cover?’
“Well, I don’t suppose it could hurt.” Martha picked up the quilt. “Here you go. I’ll be here in the morning to supervise your morning routine.”
The housekeeper turned the light off as she left, leaving a very confused young woman on the sheets. Harriet tried to shift and found that there was little give in the leather ties. With a sigh, she tried to relax but her mind was whirling.
She tried to understand the feelings that were churning in her body and brain. The whole afternoon had been a nightmare but the little stabs of pleasure between her legs confused her. Why did her nipples ache so when her cousin had praised her, or touched her, or looked admiringly upon her? Dazed and without any answers, she slowly slipped into a sleep that was filled with vaguely disquieting dreams.
The next morning, Harriet was woken when the housekeeper came in and opened the curtains. The sunlight was most welcome, as the thoughts that had plagued her all night had not been very restful. She was concerned when Martha went into the bathroom without making any attempt to release her.
“Please, may I get up now?”
“Not quite yet. The lady wants to make sure that you are clean each day.”
“If you let me loose, I will be able to bathe.”
Martha pulled back the covers. She was carrying a strange bag in her hand. “I don’t think you understand quite how clean you are to be kept.” Without another word, she stuck the lubricated nozzle of the enema bag into the young woman’s rectum.
“Eww,” Harriet shrieked. “What are you doing?” Harriet couldn’t understand the feelings, especially as the liquid began to fill her. “Stop, oh, please stop.”
“Hush, girl. I’m not hurting you. You just lay still and take the entire bag. I’ll let you up to expel it in a few moments.”
Harriet could not help squirming, hardly noticing when the grinding pressed her sensitive clitoris against the bed. It was only that distraction that made her able to tolerate the entire bag of liquid.
Martha noticed and she nodded in satisfaction, as the warning that Mistress Caroline had given her about the young woman’s appetites was proven right.
She pulled the tubing out of the nozzle and left the end of nozzle in as a plug. She then slapped Harriet on her white ass. “You stop that nasty rubbing right now. You are being cleaned. This is not an opportunity for you to act lasciviously.”
In horror, Harriet became aware of how she must look to the older woman. She was also amazed at the feelings of pleasure that she was experiencing between her legs. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she babbled. The cramps had started and she had to use all her strength to hold herself still.
Martha undid her right hand. “You reach around and hold that plug inside. I’ll be very upset if you make a mess of this nice room.”
Numb, Harriet obeyed while she waited for the other ties to be released. Finally, she was allowed to stand. Once she scurried into the bathroom, though, Martha made her wait for a moment before giving her permission to empty her bowels into the bowl.
With a critical eye, Martha oversaw the rest of her morning ritual. She even went so far as to make Harriet bend over and show her that her ass was completely clean and open her mouth to reveal shiny teeth.
Once she was satisfied, she announced that the Mistress was waiting for her in the breakfast room and quickly left. Harriet had not gotten a tour of the house yesterday and did not know where to go. When she stepped hesitantly out of the room, she saw no one she could ask. She crept downstairs, very mindful of her nakedness. She peered into several rooms before she found Caroline. Standing beside her was Martha.
Caroline wiped her mouth and said, “I don’t like being kept waiting.”
Harriet tried not to cry. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“You don’t even have an excuse. Martha gave you plenty of time to get down here.”
“I…”
“Silence. Since you can’t be trusted to get from one room to the next, I will have to make sure that you are helped. “ Caroline leaned back in her chair. “Martha, be sure and inform all the servants that Miss Harriet is to be escorted to and from every room. She is not to be allowed to roam on her own. To make sure that she obeys, the staff is allowed to use the three point hold.” She waved off the housekeeper and turned back to her plate.
Harriet didn’t know what the special hold meant and she was too mortified to ask.
“Sit down, Harriet. Because of your dawdling, I started eating without you. You need to hurry up and eat so that you can get started on my father’s papers.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She walked over to the brocade chair and hesitated before putting her bare butt down.
“What is your problem?”
“I’m not dressed.”
“And whose fault is that? Your father’s for failing to plan better? Mine for not wanting your filthy clothes to touch my fine things? Or could it be yours?” The words were cold and cruel and Harriet did not know how to respond.
“Oh, just kneel here and I will feed you.” Caroline pointed the floor beside her. Once Harriet had settled she fed her several bites of fresh fruit, making the young woman lick her fingers clean between each bite. She went back to reading her paper while she did so, hardly sparing a glance to the naked girl at her feet.
At the conclusion of the meal, Caroline rang for a servant. It was a different young woman, Sarah, who answered the bell.
“Yes, Mistress. How may I be of service?”
“I want you take my cousin to the study. You were informed about how she is to be escorted?”
“Yes, My Lady.” Sarah crooked her finger at the naked woman. “Come here.” She directed her to the wall near the door. “Lean forward and spread your legs,” she ordered.
“What?”
“Don’t be tiresome, Harriet. Obey the girl. Your dallying only serves to irritate me. Too much irritation and I will be forced to punish you,” she finished ominously.
In confusion, Harriet leaned forward and braced her hands against the wall. She was shocked when the servant proceeded to insert her thumb into her virgin ass and two fingers into her pussy. She squealed.
“Quiet, miss,” Sarah warned. “It’s for your own good.” She lifted her hand slightly and Harriet went up onto her toes. “Good girl. Now, march.”
It was most uncomfortable. The girl didn’t give her verbal directions, she just moved the hand impaled in Harriet’s holes when she wanted her to turn. Most shocking at all was when she stopped to speak to another servant and had an entire conversation where the two servants managed to ignore the naked female standing there.
At the conclusion of their talk, Sarah wiggled her hand. “Come on, miss.” She opened the door to the study and escorted her charge inside. “Bend over.”
Overwhelmed by the sensations, Harriet obeyed without question. The servant removed her fingers and pointed to a bell pull beside the door. “If you need to leave this room for any reason, you must call for someone to escort you.”
Turning swiftly, she was gone to continue with her regular duties. Harriet was left alone in the dimly lit room. She stumbled over to desk to see piles of papers strewn across the top. Leafing through them, she became engrossed in the writing on the pages.
“I’m glad to see that you are eager to get started.”
Harriet jumped when she heard her cousin’s voice. She turned to see her wave a male servant forward. He was carrying a strange looking chair and he put it down beside a table that contained a black typewriter.
“Come closer and let me get you started.”
Walking over, Harriet watched her cousin rummage through a box. “Please, ma’am. What am I supposed to do?”
“Well, I’m told by your handler that you are quite tight. I’m going to work on loosening you up and on improving your posture.” She frowned at the younger woman. “I expect you to stand proudly, I mean, you have the blood of a Hastings running through your veins, after all.”
She reached down and affixed a small rod to the odd looking chair. It had no back, just a forward leaning seat and two places for one’s knees to lean against. Caroline opened up a small tin and coated the rod with a slick substance. “Sit, down.”
“How am I sit, ma’am?” Harriet asked, genuinely puzzled.
Caroline took her arm and pulled her forward. “Place your legs here and rest your knees on these pads. Good, now ease back.” Harriet stopped when she felt the pressure on her back door. “Keep going, you’re doing fine.”
“How?”
“Press out slightly as you press down.”
With steady encouragement, Harriet eased herself onto the anal plug. Feeling strangely full, she glanced up at the woman standing over her.
“Such a good girl,” praised her cousin. She pointed at the stack of blank pages and the pile of loose papers. “Start with this tale from Thailand. I expect your work to be perfect. I will be forced to punish mistakes.” With those ominous words, the Lady of the Manor walked out of the room. She went directly to the stables to ride one of her prize stallions as she had a deep need to have something strong between her legs.
Hours later, Caroline stepped silently into the study. She had returned from her ride in high spirits and wanted to check on her newest acquisition. She watched the hunched over form of Harriet as she typed from the manuscript.
“Sit up straight,” she barked. “I thought that plug would held improve your posture. You must need a larger one.”
Jumping painfully when her cousin came in, Harriet blanched at the thought of something even bigger in her rear passage. “Oh, no, ma’am. I’ll do better.”
“You better. Now, show me what you’ve managed to do this morning.” For the next while, she read over the work that Harriet had done. She glanced up at the knock on the door. “Yes?” she called.
One of the maids stepped into the room. “Ma’am, Mr. Chambers is here for the fitting.”
“Excellent.” Caroline set down the papers she was perusing. “Where did you put him?”
“In the parlor, ma’am.”
“Fine. You bring Miss Harriet with you.” Caroline turned to the poor unfortunate. “Don’t lag to far behind this time.”
Harriet’s face burned with shame as she forced herself off the intrusive plug and bent slightly to allow the maid to penetrate her loosened ass and cunt.
“Oh, ma’am,” the servant gasped.
“What is it?”
“You should warn the other staff of the barrier, if you mean to keep it intact.”
Caroline’s eyes lit up. “Really? How very lovely. I never would have known that she was untouched.” She walked back over to the blushing young woman. “You’ll give me that too, soon enough,” she promised.
“What?”
“I see that we’ve forgotten how to address me.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. What do you mean?”
Stroking her fingers over Harriet’s face, she answered, “I’ll take great pleasure in introducing you to womanhood.”
Turning, she led the way out of the room. They entered the parlor and saw that the leather merchant had already set up a small stage.
Harriet crossed her arms over her chest but dropped them at the glare from Caroline. The servant led her to the edge of the stage and almost lifted her onto it before releasing her grip and leaving the room.
He measured her everywhere, calling out the numbers to his assistant. The tape went around her wrists, thighs, chest, hips, ankles, neck, and head. He even measured the distance of her perineum and between her nipples. He was finally finished when one of the servants came in with tea.
“Oh, how wonderful. You are so generous, my dear.”
“Nothing but the best for you, old friend.” Caroline waved to the chair across from her. “Please, have a seat.” She glanced up when Harriet made move to climb down from the small platform. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought…”
“That is your problem, my dear. No more thinking for you. I will do it for you from now on.”
Harriet stood on the small platform. She found it very difficult to stand without fidgeting while the two other occupants of the room discussed her attributes and the weather in such bland tones.
“So, when I can expect delivery?”
“A month, maybe two.”
“That is not acceptable.”
“These are individually handcrafted items, Lady Caroline.”
“It’s not like your own hands are making them,” she responded. “I want them by the end of this month.”
The two of them haggled through the tea service and ended with an agreement for certain items for two weeks and the rest over the course of the next six. Harriet was most relieved when the leather merchant was finally showed the door.
With resignation, she bent for the maid to take hold and returned to the study to complete her morning’s task. Her belly rumbled, as she had only had a small portion of fruit to break her fast but she knew better than to complain.
In no time at all, she had lost herself into the story of a rich merchant and the family he enslaved. There were words in Thai that she had to consult a tattered dictionary for and some that she could not find at all.
It was several hours later when Caroline entered the study. She came to stand slightly to the side of her cousin where she can touch her cousin and see her work. She read the page in the typewriter and casually stroked Harriet’s back. “Not bad. Let me see what else you’ve done today.”
Her hands trembling slightly, Harriet handed her the paperwork. She watched the older woman walk over to a wingback chair and make herself comfortable. Her cousin caught her looking and Harriet quickly dropped her eyes and blushed.
Caroline sat and read the morning’s output and found two errors. She brought the two sheets over to Harriet and pointed at them with a sharp nail.
Gulping, Harriet could only sit there in dreaded anticipation.
“I wonder the best way to teach you the lesson.” Caroline stalked around the desk. “I know, since you obviously had no discipline as a child. I will have you spanked.”
“No, ma’am, I don’t…”
“Be very careful how you finish that sentence,” Caroline interrupted. “You don’t have a say here.”
Resigned, Harriet bowed her head. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Glad to hear that you agree with me.” Looking around the room, Caroline spied an ottoman in the corner. “Get up and bring me that stool,” she ordered. She sat down on the settee. “Place it right here in front of me. Good. Now lay over it, facing me.” Reaching over, she rang for a servant. “Please send Max in and have him bring the paddle.”
“Now, I believe that for you to learn, you will need to receive ten strokes for every error. Don’t you agree that is fair?” she asked, using the toe of her boot to tap on the prone woman’s chin.
Harriet lifted her head and stared into the cold eyes. “Yes, ma’am. I think that ten strokes for every error is fair.”
“So very smart,” cooed Caroline, as she replaced the boot with her hand. She leaned close to her cousin and smiled at her. “I know that you want to make me happy, so I want you to count each blow and thank me for it. Can you do that for me?”
The cool gaze transfixed Harriet. “Yes, ma’am. I will count each blow and thank you.”
“Excellent. I want you keep your eyes on mine the entire time.” Caroline looked up. “Ah, Maximillan. I need your strong right arm to deliver 20 blows. This is her first punishment session, so I would like you to use two thirds your usual force.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the liveried man intoned. “Shall I begin?”
“Please.”
For the next twenty minutes the smack of the paddle into flesh, the whimpers of pain and the increasing breathless voice of Harriet counting off the blows and thanking her mistress for them interrupted the silence of the room. At the end of the session, Caroline bid her to kiss the instrument of her instruction before dismissing the servant.
She sat in the chair and watched Harriet regain control. Lifting her foot, she gently placed it under the younger woman’s chin. Raising it up, she smiled into the red, tear stained face. “Have we learned our lesson?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You may return to the desk and correct those errors. When you are finished, ring for the servant and join me for high tea.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m feeling generous, so you have my permission to apply lubricant to the plug.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Harriet was almost grateful for the strange chair, since it didn’t put any pressure on her hotly hurting derriere. She was almost used to the feel of the slender rod in her rectum and was able to quickly retype the offending pages.
The young maid from the morning answered her ring and escorted her to the parlor. She rubbed her hand over the reddened flesh as they walked. “Ooh, miss. That Max sure can tan a hide, can’t he?”
Before Harriet could formulate a proper response, they reached their destination.
“Oh, good. You’re here.” Caroline smiled. “You can pour.”
Her hands still trembling slightly, Harriet moved to the tea service and bent over.
“No, no. Keep your legs straight. Bend your back only.”
She obeyed the instructions and lifted the sterling silver pot. She poured out
the hot liquid and lifted the delicate cup and saucer. “Ma’am, would you care
for lemon, sugar or milk?” she asked.
“I take my tea with lemon only.”
Using the silver tongs, she placed a wedge of lemon on the saucer and held it toward the older woman.
“No. I want you to hold it in both hands. Go to your knees. Gracefully, my dear,” she chided. “You should be close enough for me to easily reach but not so close you’re in danger of falling on me.”
Watching her cousin carefully move herself into position, Caroline nodded. “Now, hold it up until I take it.”
Harriet looked longingly at the plate of sandwiches and cookies on the tray. She had not eaten since her cousin fed her for breakfast.
“Eyes down, dear. I will not tolerate your begging.”
She sighed but obeyed.
“I have your best interests at heart, Harriet.” Caroline said after sipping in silence for a while. “Your parents failure to discipline you has resulted in you carrying too much weight. We will reduce your food until your shape is once again pleasing to the eye.”
Caroline read through her magazine, occasionally asking her cousin for a refill. When she finally finished, she sent Harriet back to work.
It was growing dark when the maid who came to turn on the lights ordered her to take the position. Harriet bent over for a return of the humiliating grip and another trip through the house.
The maid left Harriet in the dining room. She looked around fearfully until she determined that she was alone. Using the time to her advantage, she wandered around the richly appointed room. She couldn’t help marveling at the casual display of wealth. It was not just that presence of a twenty person sterling service but that each piece gleamed from regular polishing. She lost herself in exploring the beautiful things.
“Where is that damn girl?”
Harriet quickly dashed over to her cousin and dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“What were you doing?”
“Uh, just looking around, ma’am.”
“What should you have been doing?”
Shaking her head, Harriet could feel tears gathering in her eyes. “I don’t know, ma’am. I can’t think what…”
“And that’s your problem.” Caroline tsked at her. “You need to stop with that wasteful thinking.”
“But…”
“You’re here for me. Your only thoughts should be on me and my needs. You have no other function but to please me.”
Harriet felt the tears fall.
“Now, now.” Stepping closing, Caroline pulled Harriet’s head to rest against her taut stomach. “This is so much easier than what you would be doing in a factory or some other work. I’ll do all your thinking for you and you concentrate on making me happy.”
Harriet nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll try.”
“No. There is no try. You will do this or you will be punished. I just thought you were smart enough to make the right choice. Was I wrong?”
“No, ma’am. I’ll work to please you.”
“That’s what I want to hear. Eager obedience.” Caroline stroked her head a final time and stepped over to the table. She rang the foot bell and pointed to her side. “Take your position,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Say it.”
“I’ll be on my knees beside you.” She gulped and continued, “This is where I belong, ma’am.” She couldn’t help the blush that stained her cheeks but the continuous throb between her legs, told her that she must be doing something right.
“Very good.” Caroline arranged her skirt as she sat and rang for the first course to be brought into the room.
The second meal passed with Harriet on her knees, receiving all her nourishment from the fingers of her cousin. The servants moved around her as if there was nothing odd about a nude women being hand fed at the table. That was the beginning of her new life.
The next few days passed in a blur. The household followed a usual routine and, soon, Harriet’s strange treatment seemed almost normal. She was restrained each evening, escorted around the house with fingers up her ass and cunt and spent her days typing.
The work on the manuscript was disturbing to the sheltered young woman. At first, she didn’t quite understand the terminology that was being used. She confessed this to her cousin one morning.
“Please, ma’am. May I ask a question?”
“You may.”
“What does cunnilingus mean?”
“Have you not heard that term before?” she asked.
“No, ma’am.”
“Well, we need to correct that immediately. You’ll do a much better job if you comprehend what you are doing.” Caroline sat in the wingback chair and tapped her lips with her index finger. This was just the opportunity she had been looking for—finding a way to further humiliate her charge while increasing the sexual tension. “After lunch we will have lessons.”
At the appointed time, Harriet followed her into the parlor. The small stage was set up again. The servant, Max, and the maid who had brought her there both took their places on the stage and faced Caroline and the kneeling Harriet.
On Caroline’s order, Max stripped and rotated slowly. His penis was long and hung loosely before him. Caroline walked closer, holding a pointer. She directed Harriet to crawl closer to the man.
“This is his penis. He is uncircumcised. His foreskin covers the head of the penis. Other names for penis are cock, rod, and dick.” As she spoke of each item, she tapped the area. Using the wooden stick, she lifted the penis and reveled the large, hairy sacks behind them. “There is the scrotum. They are called balls. Come closer and feel them.”
Harriet instinctively backed away. She realized immediately that she’d made an error, as Caroline whirled and brought the thin, wooden cane down on her unprotected breasts. She hunched over and her cousin easily transferred her target to the shapely rear.
“Oh, please, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
“You do not disobey me.” Caroline spat out each word with a strike from the cane.
“I’m sorry.”
Halting the correction, she smoothed the few hairs that had strayed from her careful hairdo. Turning to glare into the eyes of the sobbing young woman, she declared, “I won’t tolerate rebellion. Return to the position in front of Max.”
Harriet crawled back and squinted slightly as her fingers made contact with the man’s skin. After a brief exploration, she became bolder. Her hands and fingers touching the man’s pubic hair and skin, marveling at how the texture differed from her own. She was still a little tentative and Caroline was almost gentle as she spoke about male emission.
She was forced to open the man’s ass cheeks and examine his puckered opening. When she came back forward, her cousin stroked the servant’s penis until it became erect. Waving the maid forward, she bade her to give him a blowjob.
Caroline kept up a running commentary throughout the fellattio session. She even went so far as to have the maid hold the copious cum in her open mouth to show the wide-eyed Harriet.
The lesson was repeated on the maid. Caroline bade her to lie on her back so that Harriet could examine her anatomy easily. After the previous whipping, the young woman obeyed her cousin’s directives to touch the clit, the labia and even penetrate the vagina and anus gently with a single finger.
Then, her cousin had her back up so that Harriet was kneeling directly in front of her. Legs strong from riding horses pinned her on either side. Caroline settled her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders and directed Max to repay the maid’s earlier actions and bring her to orgasm with his mouth.
“Now, that is cunnilinguous.” She stroked her cousin’s shoulders and ran her fingers through the brown hair, noting as Harriet’s pulse quickened and breath grew rapid. “Do you like what you see? Do you have any questions?”
Numbly, Harriet could only shake her head as she watched the maid’s skin flush and her body quiver through its release. She had never seen such a thing before. She felt a stirring between her own legs as she watched the man clean the copious fluids from the dark nether hair.
Both of the servants thanked their Mistress for her kindness of allowing them release. She dismissed them to continue with their duties.
“Did that arouse you?” asked Caroline. “Are you wet between your legs?”
Blushing, Harriet nodded.
“That is a completely natural reaction for a slut like you.”
Her eyes flashing, Harriet said, “I’m not a slut.”
“Mind your manners, girl.”
Not dropping her head, she repeated, “Ma’am, I am not a slut.”
“Of course, you are. You’re the daughter of a slut and your body betrays you. Don’t think the maids haven’t told me that you juice up when they are escorting you.” She looked sternly at her charge. “Surely, someone who was not a slut would not react like that.” Caroline bent down and drew her fingers through the dew that had gathered between her younger charge’s legs.
Harriet jumped, “Oh, please, ma’am.”
“See? Your juices overflow.” She held the fingers to her cousin’s mouth. “Lick it off.” When Harriet was slow to obey, Caroline grabbed her chin and pulled her face around. “It is your essence. Now get it off my hands.”
Tentatively, Harriet opened her mouth. After a moment, Caroline removed her fingers and drew them between her cousin’s legs again before bringing them to her mouth. They repeated this motion until Harriet was squirming and moaning, sucking on the fingers in her mouth with abandon.
Finally, Caroline stood up. She smiled cruelly down at the writhing young woman. “Truly, you are a slut.”
Through her heavy breathing and the reaction of her flesh, Harriet had no way to deny the truth of her cousin’s words.
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