Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 08:34:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: Josie Crupper <josiecrupper@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Lesbian Authoritarian - 'Camping in France' Chapter 2
This is a story of lesbian fiction, it also contains scenes of an
authoritarian nature, if any of this may offend you then please do not read
on.
I welcome any comments from you, and will pass on a link to my website if
you email me at josiecrupper@yahoo.co.uk
Camping in France -- Chapter 2 -- Duties to perform.
I felt a bit silly, bordering on ridiculous dressed like this... but I was
also very aroused, especially when I caught glimpses of my reflection in
the large floor length mirror.
The maids' uniform I was putting on had been designed to show off my
body in an erotic sexual way to an observer - it wasn't meant to be
comfortable. It wasn't one of those cheep uniforms you can buy in any
internet costume site, designed for hen nights or fancy dress parties. The
crisp black uniform with exquisite white lace trim that I was struggling to
piece together, was cut from expensive French silk, fashioned in such a way
that the bodice, that only just covered my nipples, pushed my breasts up to
offer ample cleavage and leaving my upper chest and shoulders exposed. It
was drawn tightly around my waist with laces like those you might find
binding a corset. It felt restrictive, but it was a beautiful dress.
Clare and I had to help each other, fitting it properly before tying
off the laces at the back. The skirt part, which was short, was heavily
starched and layered over more stiff white lace to stand out rather than
fall down to cover out stocking-tops. It felt awkward and uncomfortable to
wear and I stifled a giggle as the unbidden image of me flicking a feather
duster about dressed like Fifi the French maid flashed across my mind
... and then I sobered, realising that was probably what Madam Reynard was
expecting of us.
`What are we doing here, Clare?' I tried to still the fleeting tremble
of panic that fluttered through me.
Clare flashed me a smile but chose to say nothing as she clipped the
suspender tops to her sheer black stockings.
`Oh, God, Clare ... are we lesbians now?'
`Maybe,' murmured Clare.
I took a moment to gaze at my reflection as Clare, finally finished
with her stockings and stood silently beside me.
`This thing doesn't feel right,' she murmured and reached up to adjust
her little white lace hair-band making sure the black silk bow was sitting
flat. I noticed that as she peered at her reflection, a pretty frown
creasing her brow – she looked so incredible – I was happy being a lesbian
as long as I was with her.
`We do look amazing.' I giggled gazing at the two saucy French maids in
the mirror. I gave a little curtsey and Clare copied me. We hugged each
other giggling and, for the moment at least, I forgot my trepidation at
this huge change in my lifestyle.
We returned to regard the reflection of the two maids, their legs
impossibly long and sexy as they perched high on black stilettos, their
black stockings held with slender suspender straps and the tantalising area
of skin exposed between stocking-top and skirt.
`My boobs aren't big enough to carry this off. I wish I had breasts
like yours.'
`I love your breasts, Clare. I think you look incredible. I just can't
believe we're dressed like this; it's embarrassing.'
`It's not really something we'd wear back home, is it.' Clare
giggled. `But we do look good.'
The uniforms gave us a deliciously lewd, naughty look and I knew that,
despite my puritanical misgivings, I was becoming very aroused. Reaching
down, I tightened the straps of the suspender belt. The short petticoats of
the dress rustled as I pushed them aside. The suspender straps were also in
black silk, each with a little black bow above clip - I loved the
incredible quality of the uniform and especially these small design
touches.
I bent forward to smooth my stocking and felt Clare's hand reach under
my skirt and caress my bottom - a shiver ran through me.
`Clare!' I pretended to be cross but couldn't help smiling as I allowed
her to continue, feeling her hand flutter across my naked bottom before her
fingers dipped between my thighs to caress my pussy through the thin veil
of my black silk knickers. I sighed and closed my eyes wanting her to push
the soft material to the side and slide a finger into my aching wet cunt,
but she withdrew her hand back.
`I'm sorry Josie it's just ...' I stood and reached out a finger,
silencing her with a touch to the lips, and she came forward to kiss me –
her beautiful face coming slowly towards me. Deep red lipstick, dark
mascara and liner, sultry grey/blue eye shadow to enhance her blue eyes. My
heart fluttered as I sought to lose in the moment.
`Filles non!' Claudette marched into the room and placed the tray she
was carrying on the side table before pulling us apart shaking her finger
at us. `You are here for Madam Reynard. There will be work to be done, and
games to play, but games are only in the presence of Madam. Now, I will
explain a few simple rules for your stay here at Chateau de la Bouche. You
may leave at any time ... nobody will stop you, but if you leave without
permission you may not return. Do you understand?'
`Yes, Madam,' we chorused.
`Non, I am not the madam, you will refer to me as Claudette.' She
smiled reassuringly.
`Yes, Claudette.'
As I have already mentioned, you must only play when you're being
watched – either by Madam or by one of her guests. At any time that you're
being watched, you will appear as sexual and arousing as you are able. Both
Madam Reynard and myself will be on hand to instruct you in the early
days. Let me give you an example. When bending over, to dust or pick
something up, you will maintain straight legs so that your skirt rises
prettily and your bottom is presented. When serving at table, you will
allow your cleavage to be displayed and you will also bend forward keeping
your legs straight. If you are ever touched, you will continue whatever you
are doing unless instructed otherwise. Do you understand all so far?'
`Yes, Claudette.'
`Good girls. Should you do anything wrong, or break something, then you
will be punished. Do you understand that?'
`Yes, Claudette.'
`Well, you both look very presentable.' She reached out and tugged my
dress slightly lower to expose the top of my nipples; I blushed and managed
to stop myself from instantly pulling the bodice back up. `Much better, my
dear. Now, both of you lift your skirts; show me your under-things...'
Now totally embarrassed, we shyly lifted our skirts, gathering the
short folds of starched cloth to expose our tiny black knickers.
`...and lower your undergarments.'
We both hesitated, blushing furiously at the request, but then I
lowered my knickers to the top of my stockings and stood back up, gathering
my skirts again to show my newly shaven pussy and moments later, Clare did
the same.
`Very pretty. Each morning you will shave each other. You may leave a
small amount of hair upon your pubis, if you wish, but the area around your
vagina and anus must be without hair and soft. Do you understand?'
`Yes, Claudette.'
`Good girls, you may recover your undergarments. And now, I will offer
you a little advice about your attitude. Although at all times you must do
as you are told, Madam Reynard finds it especially ... how do you say
... desirable, if you appear shy and hesitant whenever you find yourself in
a sexual situation ... compreneze ... do you understand?'
`Yes, Claudette.' Clare's hand found mine and I knew that neither of us
would have any problems appearing shy or indeed hesitant ... she was
trembling as much as me.
`Very well, let us see shall we? I would like you both to lower your
... how do you say properly in your English, knickers? And then to turn
around and bend over ... do it now.' She smiled encouragingly, folded her
arms and waited expectantly.
`No ... please, Claudette. That's rude ... you can't make us do that,'
cried Clare wringing her hands.
`We can't, Claudette. Please ...' I echoed `Please don't make us
... You can't ...'
`Do it!'
With little need to appear reluctant, we both turned our backs on
Claudette and bent slowly forward. I was trembling with renewed shame and
real nerves and that little voice claiming to be my sanity was screaming at
me that this was wrong! This was rude and disgusting to be displaying
myself like this to another woman – however, the new lesbian slut in me
managed to ignore the impulse to run. Reaching under my skirt with
trembling fingers, I fumbled for the edges of my knickers and slowly slid
them down until they touched the tops of my stockings feeling the cool play
of air across my bare bottom and exposed pussy. As I moved my legs a little
further apart and felt the lips of my vagina open I felt such a slut.
We stayed like that, legs straight, leaning forward with our hands
pinning our knickers to our knees as Claudette moved closer. Her fingers
fluttered across my bare bottom before finding my pussy and lightly parting
the folds of my vagina. There was a small yelp from Clare beside me, and
then Claudette pushed two fingers into my cunt and I gasped feeling the
muscles of my vagina close around her fingers.
`Good little girls ... but do not move.'
I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles allowing her fingers slowly to
withdraw before just as slowly, push back in making me sway on my
heels. The fingers withdrew completely and beside me, Clare groaned.
`Stand and turn around.'
We did as we were told, pulling our knickers back up as we did
so. Claudette was smiling, holding her hands out to us, fingers glistening
with juices from our pussies.
`You will clean. Come...come.' She held out the fingers that had been
in Clare's cunt and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them, savouring the
sticky muskiness – the delicious lewd depravity of the action making me
feel at once so awful, yet also so wonderful. Claudette smiled in
satisfaction at the way I succumbed to her demands.
`You are a good little slut.' Satisfied her fingers had been cleaned
she removed them from my mouth and then pushed down the right cup of my
dress, fully exposing my right breast. She took hold of my nipple, lifted
my breast and folded down the fabric of the dress beneath to provide
support. My nipple was hard and erect, even before she wiped the juices
from her other hand, the juices from my own vagina all over my nipple and
surrounding breast. Turning to Clare, she took a handful of her hair and
then drew her face gently towards my chest.
`Clean her.' Clare complied, lapping at my sticky breast, sucking as
much into her mouth as she could, her tongue teasing over my nipple before
searching for more of my juices around the edge of my breast. As I gasped,
she moaned and Claudette laughed. `You English sluts ... such dirty girls,
yes? I tell Madam how I caught you I think ... come!'
Pulling Clare around by the hair, she reached out and took hold of my
nipple. It was wet from Clare's attention and it slipped from between her
fingers. Her hand lashed out, she slapped my breast and I cried out, more
from the shock than any pain.
She smiled at me and I was confused. `Dry yourself, little slut.'
`Yes, Claudette.' I wiped my hand across my exposed flesh a few times
wishing I could cover my breast. Reaching out once more, she took a firm
hold on my nipple and drew me after her as she marched from the room.
It was hard to walk, being pulled like this. If I didn't keep up it
only resulted in Claudette pulling harder on my nipple, which hurt, so I
tottered on as best I could. Beside her, Clare was also having trouble
forced to walk bent forward dragged by her hair.
At last, we came to a library and stumbled in as a sobbing untidy
group. Claudette let us both go and Clare stood up beside me rubbing at her
hair. I held my breast wincing at the sting and gazed about at the shelves
of books that lined the walls of this new room of the chateau. There was a
long table in the centre with chairs drawn up to it and two leather
armchairs close to an unlit fire. Sitting with legs crossed in one of the
armchairs was Madam Reynard wearing a short black dress, now looking every
inch the dominating Mistress that she was. She stared at us without
expression and I tried to judge what mood she might be in, but it was
taking a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. The windows were
shuttered and candles from three large candelabras, set it different points
around the room, offered the only light.
`How sweet you look, but you must arrange your uniforms, girls. My
lesbian slut maids who will do anything to be fucked by their mistress.'
`Madam ...' Claudette tried to explain our entrance but Madam Reynard
held up a hand to silence her. Feeling a little relieved, I covered my
tortured breast and smoothed down my uniform. Beside me, Clare did the
same, adjusting one of the clasps from her suspender belt that had come
undone, and then pushing her fingers through her hair. I re-clipped one of
my own stockings realising it was on opportunity to pose for Madam
Reynard. I wished I could check my make-up, hoping my mascara hadn't run
and glanced about for a mirror but couldn't see one.
`That is better girls. We will start your duties by having you dust the
books. You will find dusters on the table, be sure to dust the top shelves
especially carefully.'
`Yes, Madam,' we chorused, bobbing curtsies. Following Clare, I took a
feather duster from the table, walked over to the bookcase close to the
fire and began to flick the feathers over the books. I could feel Madam
Reynard watching me as I dusted and realised I really liked it. I tried to
offer a pretty sight for her, bending forward with legs held straight
whilst pushing out my bottom. I could feel the tiny skirt rise and the
tension on the suspender belt change and knew that my bottom was very
exposed and I must look deliciously rude. The slut in me took over fully
and I dusted lower, opening my legs a little further.
After a few flicks of the duster I stood straight and began dusting up
towards the upper rows – Clare, I realised, was doing much the same beside
me. I stole a look in her direction and caught her smile, which I returned
knowing she was enjoying herself as much as me ... yes I really was
enjoying the whole experience.
`You may stand on the chair to reach the top shelves.'
`Thank you, Madam,' said Clare.
`Yes, thank you Madam,' I echoed, and then taking a chair from the
table, brought it back, set it by the bookcase and climbed on.
As I flicked my duster over the top books, I jumped slightly as I felt
a hand run up the inside of my leg.
`Do not stop. Keep up your work.' It was Madam Reynard.
`Yes, Madam.' I dusted on, reaching to the sides feeling as Madam
Reynard's hand continued to climb to my stocking tops, hovering over the
area where nylon met skin. She took the suspender strap at the back of my
leg and snapped it back against my skin.
`Long, beautiful firm legs,' she murmured as she touched me.
As I reached once more to the side, I took the opportunity to spread my
legs a little further and felt her hand move up to caress the soft area of
skin at the very top of my inner thigh, barely touching me through my
knickers. My pussy was wet and I hoped beyond hope that she would draw my
knickers to the side, slide a finger into my cunt and fuck me ... but she
didn't.
She slapped my bottom softly several times eliciting small slap slap
sounds. `Claudette, expose this ones breasts. They are big and soft and
should be displayed.'
`Oui, Madam. You ... pretty slut,' she tapped me on the leg. `Get
down.'
Yes, Claudette ... Madam.' Steadying myself by holding onto the
bookcase, I managed to climb down from the chair, overcoming my shaking
legs, to stand before Claudette.
`Please ... not ... please don't do this to me, I ...' My hands
fluttered protectively over my breasts. Fear rose inside me again and the
play-acting was suddenly very real. I was too scared to be exposed like
this. It was all going to fast. `I'm sorry, but this ...'
`Be quiet and hold still. Keep your hands at your sides.' Slapping my
hands down, she pulled down the right cup of my bodice and, taking hold of
my nipple, lifted up my breast so she could fold down the material to act
as support. I gazed down seeing my breast supported, offered up, as she let
go of the nipple, which became hard and erect again. I watched as she
repeated the procedure on my left breast. Once finished, she fondled each
in turn as if arranging them, and then pinched each nipple hard before
waving me back to my dusting. I stayed at floor level, my chest feeling
exposed and strange, and noticed that as Care perched on a chair, Madam
Reynard's hand was at the top of her legs and, I suspected, she had a
finger or two in her pussy – Clare was still dusting but her face was
flushed.
`Keep dusting, girl.' Madam Reynard finished with Clare and turned back
to me. `Come here.'
I stopped dusting and turned to stand in front of Madam Reynard. She
looked me up and down with a neutral gaze and I struggled to keep my hands
on my lap clutching the duster rather than covering myself. Reaching out,
she cupped my breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight. I felt my face
blush and I looked about the room, trying to mentally distance myself from
the embarrassment of having my tits fondled by this near stranger.
`Beautiful.' She lifted them and let them fall. I felt my cold skin
pucker as the contact with her warm hands was lost. `Move your chest from
side to side, let me see them move.'
`Mistress?'
`Do it! Shake your tities girl, and not too fast.'
I did as she asked, moving my chest from side to side, my breasts
swaying and jiggling as my face became even redder – this was so
embarrassing ... so demeaning. I saw Clare watching over Madam Reynard's
shoulder. She had stopped dusting and was staring at my breasts obviously
enjoying my torment. I pushed out my chest just a little more and, looking
at her, continued swaying showing my chest.
`Enough, dear. Claudette, the clips.'
I gazed in horror as Claudette opened a small wooden box and removed a
length of chain with clips on the ends, evidently destined for my already
engorged nipples.
`No, Mistress, Please don't.' Madam Reynard's hand snaked out and
slapped my left breast and I cried out in shock.
`Silence, girl. The clips will not hurt you but the punishment you have
brought onto yourself will.'
`Please don't hurt her, Madam.' Clare blushed as we all turned to her,
still standing on her chair.
`You will come and share her punishment. Get down here now.'
`Yes Madam.'
`Firstly, Maid Josie will wear her nipple clamps and Maid Clare, you
will put them on her. Here ...' She held the chains out to Clare who
reluctantly took them.
`I'm sorry, Josie,' mumbled Clare. She sorted the chains out then
taking one of the clamps brought it up to my left breast. She pinched my
nipple, drew it out from my chest and clipped the tiny clamp onto the
stretched flesh.
I drew in a breath as the pain flared through me and I resisted the
impulse to tear it off. I watched, biting my lip, as she repeated the
procedure on my other nipple. After a moment, the pain seemed to subside
and I found that it was in fact bearable. It felt like my nipples were on
fire and I was more aware of them than at any other time.
`Both of you ... bend over the table.' We did as she asked, keeping our
legs straight and bottoms pushed out. Every time I moved and my breasts
swayed, new jolts of pain ran through me. The fire only subsiding again as
I stood bent over, my breasts hanging freely beneath me. My knickers were
pulled to my knees and a foot kicked my shoes further apart spreading my
legs. Without any warning, a spanking began, covering both cheeks of my
bottom and down to the insides of my legs. I bit my lip again and tried to
go with the experience, riding the pain in my bottom as well as the jolts
through my breast as they swayed with the impact of each slap. After a few
minutes, the spanking finished.
`Stay where you are.'
Something cold dribbled between the cheeks of my bottom. I felt its
slow progress trickling down until it went tickled over my anus before
continuing its run down to my vagina. I heard Clare groan next to me and
then heard my own voice join hers.
`Silence my little Maid sluts. You are going to enjoy this I think.'
Something pushed softly against my anus and I tried to relax, knowing it
would go easier if I allowed whatever it was to enter. I gasped as the
pressure increased becoming insistent and then it slid in I gasped again as
my anus closed about it, filling me. Madam Reynard tapped it and shockwaves
flowed through me threatening to buckle my legs. She took the object and
pushed pulled and turned it for a few minutes but never removing it. At
first I thought it disgusting, invading to be fucked in the anus like this
and then teased, but I soon began to actually enjoy it and I felt a wash of
shame.
`Stand back up and turn around.' Madam Reynard sat back in her armchair
and hitched up her skirt. `Claudette, come here.'
I watched as Claudette got down on the ground in front of Madam Reynard
and began lapping at her mistress pussy - a smile crossed Madam Reynard's
face and she sighed. `Kiss each other, you will perform for me. I want to
watch you.'
I turned to Clare and sank into her arms, wincing as my tortured
nipples came into contact with her dress. She kissed me and I felt her
hands immediately come up and squeeze my breasts sending a fire and urgency
through me.
`Find each others pussies and fuck each other. I want to see you fuck
each other.' Madam Reynard's voice was deep and husky.
My hand moved down, as did Clare's, and we spent a moment navigating
the crush of our bodies. Her cunt, when I found it was wet and slick, and
as my two finger sank into her I realised how hot she was and how my own
vagina must be like a furnace as well. A moment later, two slim fingers
sank into my cunt and began sliding in and out, slowly fucking me, a third
finger soon joined them. I could feel the hard object, so close to my
fingers in Clare's anus, and the one in mine, hard and unyielding, pushing
the cheeks of my bottom apart adding to the intense experience of the whole
thing.
Clare broke the kiss and dipped her head to my nipples, taking first
one and then the other into her mouth, sucking and licking around the clips
as one hand held my breast while the other continued to fuck me. When the
hand on my breast left to find the object in my ass and move it slowly in
and out, I gazed down at the girl I loved and felt the orgasm begin to
rise, ready to explode within me. I realised I would let Clare do anything
to me, it was her I wanted to be controlled by and if her command was to
follow Madam Reynard then I would, but Clare would be my mistress. Now I
just had to explain it to her.
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