by Becca Little
Chapter 9
It had been a while since the dream with Mr. Addison took me to the pinnacle of my naughty thoughts, but after being punished by him, I found myself inside one again. I was living in an old estate, like his, but I could tell by the English flag on the wall and the decorations that I wasn’t in America anymore. My hands and feet were filthy. As I stared at them, I saw a petticoat out of the edge of my vision and looked up to see Ms. Hattie.
“Hey, Ms. Hattie.” I said with a smile.
“Ms. Hattie?” Her eyes narrowed in anger. “What a disrespectful little servant girl you are. I should have you taken to the barn and whipped!”
“I’m…I’m sorry.” I blinked. “Ms. Davenport?”
“Good, you found your manners. Is the silverware clean? Of course, it isn’t. Get to work, girl!” She snapped at me and pointed to a cloth and a set of silverware on the table.
I sat down at the table and started cleaning the silverware. After a few pieces were cleaned, my hands looked even worse and my fingers hurt. It was a terrible dream, and I wished I could wake up, but my mind wouldn’t break from the trance I was in. I cleaned for what felt like an eternity until Mr. Addison appeared in the doorway, staring at me with a smile. Somehow, I just knew he was the lord of the manor.
“Silverware duty again?” He walked over and tapped the table.
“Yes sir.” I nodded.
“Well I’ve got some silverware in my study I need you to polish, come with me.” He motioned for me to follow.
I followed him through the house and he seemed to be looking around every corner as we walked. It seemed like he didn’t want anyone to see us. When we got into the study, I looked around for silverware, but I didn’t see anything at all. There were some candlesticks, but they were brighter than the silverware I had already worked out. I looked around in confusion as I walked through it.
“I don’t see any silverware in here that needs to be polished, sir.” I looked at each table carefully, searching for something I may have missed.
“It’s right here, girl.” His hand took mine and he pulled it towards his crotch. “Where it always is. Get on your knees and do your duties, girl.”
I looked at him in confusion as he started to unbutton his pants. A few seconds later they were pushed down, along with his undergarments, exposing his cock. I finally understood what he meant when he said I had something to polish. I dropped to my knees in front of him and stared at his enormous cock. His fingers moved to my lips and he slid his thumb across them before shoving it between them.
“You know how I like it polished.” He pushed my bottom jaw down and pulled me towards his cock.
I opened my mouth out of what felt like instinct, even though I had never actually done what he was asking before in real life. He entered my mouth and started to rub the head of his cock against my tongue as he pushed it in deeper. I started flicking my tongue against the underside, trying to pleasure him with it. He moaned and groaned, getting more excited each time I rubbed my tongue across the bottom of his cock.
“If I didn’t have to marry Ms. Davenport’s daughter to keep peace with our families, I’d marry you just so I could have your lips around my cock all the time.” His words were drawn against a moan. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for these stolen moments.”
As he said those words, my dream filled in moments I didn’t recall. It wasn’t the first time I had sucked his cock. It was quite normal for us to sneak away into a dark corner of the house or a room nobody went to so I could service him. I had been doing it for some time. The things I needed to do to make him feel good came to me quickly as I slid his cock into my throat and started moving my lips down his shaft faster.
“You could make someone very happy, but I just can’t let you go. Maybe one day I’ll put a bastard in your belly and raise the child as my own.” He rested his hand on my head.
It was confusing to hear the words, but I focused on swallowing his cock as fast as I could. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I worked on him, just wanting to taste his cum in my mouth. I suddenly felt a strong urge to have him inside of me, just like the other dream I had. I moved on his cock faster and I felt him start to throb in my mouth. I rested a palm on each of his thighs and started moving as fast as I could, pulling my lips to the tip of his cock and then swallowing it with one quick movement.
“Your reward is coming…” He moaned and pushed his cock into the back of my throat.
He unloaded quickly, saturating my throat with his semen. I quickly started to swallow, trying to force every drop down as he spasmed and shot more of his milky manhood into my mouth. I worked my lips up and down the shaft, trying to suck every drop out of his cock while his whole body slid forward into me. He wrapped his hands around my throat and buried himself deep in my mouth, letting the last little bit drain. When he was satisfied and started to lose some of the tension in his cock, he withdrew and pushed it into his pants.
“Wonderful.” He smiled. “Like always.”
The dream stared to change and I was back at the table polishing the silver. I wasn’t sure if the moment with Mr. Addison was a figment of the imagination within my dream or reality. I worked for what seemed like an eternity on the silver before I finally woke up in my bed. I felt more confused than ever and I could feel my pussy saturated inside the diaper. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then I heard a key in the lock. I was confused from my dream, and generally scared when I realized how wet I was.
“Time to get up.” He opened the door and walked into the room.
“I can take this off.” I smiled and nodded as he removed the covers.
“Nonsense.” He pulled my legs towards him and started to remove it.
I cringed as the diaper was unfastened from around my waist. He pulled it free and I felt the stickiness from my dream-fueled orgasm stuck to it like glue. When he pulled it away from my pussy, it made an audible sound. His hand paused as he stared at the diaper and stared at me. He knew, and there was no doubt about it. His eyebrow furrowed for a moment and then he tossed it on the edge of the bed.
“Someone must have had a very good dream.” He laughed lightly to himself.
“I’m sorry.” I blushed so much my face was as red as my bottom the night before.
“It’s okay.” He picked up a cloth and wiped away some of the residue from my pussy, making my groan from his touch. “It’ll be our secret.”
“Thank you…” I muttered as my face started to return to a regular shade.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helped me off the bed and held my hand as we walked towards the bathroom.
He took me into the bathroom and ran a bath. I was almost mesmerized as he started undressing me, testing the water’s temperature with each piece of clothing he removed. He poured some soap into the water once I was undressed and motioned for me to climb inside. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but there was a part of me that felt at peace being with him. He picked up a washcloth and started running it across my arms and my back, dipping it into the water each time the water was no longer pouring from it.
“You’re very pretty.” He said as he washed my back.
“Thank you…” I blushed again, feeling my cheeks flush to the point it felt hotter than the water.
“I love taking care of people.” He moved the washcloth to my breasts. “I would nothing more than for you to stay here and live as my Little Abby.”
“What does that mean?” I raised my arm and let out a sigh as the cloth teased my nipple.
“I’ll take care of you in every way.” He moved the washcloth down my stomach. “You’ll never want for anything.”
“That could be…nice.” I said as the washcloth moved between my legs and rubbed my pussy.
“I could never replace your father, but I could take on a role that you need. I could be your Daddy and you could be my Little Abby.” The washcloth slid off his finger and he started stroking my clitoris.
“I d
o need someone to take care of me.” I let out as a sigh as the pleasure intensified. “It has felt like me against the world for so long.”
“Just relax.” He put his hand on my back and let me rest against the edge of the tub. “This will be a lot better than a wet dream.”
His finger was like magic. It moved against my clitoris and circled it with a rapid motion. I was enraptured in pleasure in a moment. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt compared to my own attempts at self-pleasure. Even the wonderful vibration shower nozzle didn’t make me tingle like his finger did. He slid his finger down to my pussy and started to push it inside, stopping when he felt my hymen.
“You’re a virgin?” His words were a mixture of surprise and tenderness.
“I am.” I nodded as he moved back to my clitoris.
He continued rubbing my clitoris until I was bouncing in the water, my hips pushing up and water ran over the side. He held me in place and kept working on it until his big meaty fingers had me so close to an orgasm I thought I was going to explode. He slid his finger down to my pussy and pushed it in slightly against my hymen, then circled my clitoris with his thumb. It was too much for me to bear and I started to shake as my body began to orgasm.
“There you go.” He said as he continued to rub me furiously.
My body reacted to his touch like I was built for his touch. Every single circle around my clitoris sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. It wasn’t long until all I could do was orgasm and hold onto the edge of the tub. When I thought I had nothing left, he would press a finger into my pussy or rub me a little harder and pull another one out of me. By the time he was done and his hand was removed from my pussy, I felt like I was going to die if I felt another sensation of pleasure.
“Do I get that all the time if I’m your Little Abby.” I asked.
“You’ll get that.” He slid his hand back between my legs and his finger pressed against my pussy. “But I get this.”
He finished cleaning me after rocking me with his statement. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to let him take my virginity. I was falling for him—there was no doubt about that. My dreams certainly didn’t help. When my bath was done, he dried me off and when my hair was dry, he slid two pink ribbons into it. They were tied into pigtails and I stared at myself in the mirror. I was slowly being transformed into the Little Abby he described.
After he was done with my hair he took me into my room. We picked out a sexy pair of panties and a bra to match before he decided on a dress. It was pink like my ribbons, long and flowing like the Victorian ladies in the pictures. I slid it on and stared at myself in the mirror. I felt pretty—not hot like the guys my ages always said—I felt pretty. Once he was done carving his image of Little Abby out of my wardrobe, he left me to begin my studies for the day.
Chapter 10
I felt like I had a new lease on life and the energy of my imaginary encounter the night before coursed through me, but the events of the morning were so much stronger. My bottom was still a little sore when I sat down in my chair under Ms. Hattie’s watchful eye. We studied for a little bit and then she brought me breakfast. I attacked it like it was first meal I had eaten in months after being deprived of food the night before. I was more focused than ever. I did not skimp on my studies and Ms. Hattie was quite impressed by my turnaround. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her that the turnaround came at the hands of Mr. Addison and his vicious cane—and I wasn’t going to tell her about the diaper or the enema.
The weeks until the test passed with rigorous study. Mr. Addison would stop in from time to time and check on me. Once he was satisfied with my success, he left me be. After studying most of the day, I had to do various chores around the house, like taking out the garbage and washing the dishes. When I finally took the test, I found it harder than I imagined, even with all my preparation. I waited with bated breath, afraid of what would happen if I failed it. I was ecstatic when I found out I passed. I was going to be a college student, and I was going to get my education because of his wonderful gift. I wanted to hug and kiss him, but he hadn’t even visited me since our last encounter. My body hungered for more.
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School began and the memory of our encounter faded into the background so much I was sure it was actually a daydream brought on by the intense dreams I had of the night before he touched me. He bought me a new wardrobe that showed up without warning—a full closet of clothes girls my age wore. It was nice to be able to fit in and not wear the Victorian dresses to school, but when I got home, I found myself drawn to their majesty. Each time I walked through the door, I craved being Little Abby again.
My days became a blur that defied logic. I had a full course of classes. I only saw Mr. Addison a few times a week, but he always made time to talk with me when we both had time together. Ms. Hattie moved out once I was in school, which meant I was responsible for keeping up with my studies on my own. After a month of classes, it felt everything that had happened on the way to my first day of college was firmly locked in the past.
“Welcome home.” I saw Mr. Addison standing in the kitchen when I walked through the door after a long week, happy that it was Friday.
“Thank you.” I dropped my books on the table. “I’m going to get changed.”
“That sounds great. I’m making dinner.” He turned and I saw he was chopping up some vegetables.
“Where’s Walter?” I looked at the mess in the kitchen that would never have lasted long with the butler around. “And the maid?”
“I gave them the weekend off.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m a good cook.”
I walked upstairs and ran a bath. The food looked to be in the early stages of dinner, so I figured I would have time to get cleaned up. Once my bath was done, I styled my hair into the pigtails with the pink ribbons he had chosen before. I found a very nice dress that was a low cut and too short to be a real Victorian masterpiece, despite having the same type of fabric. I walked downstairs and saw him still cooking, bouncing food in a frying pan.
“I hope you like stir fry.” His voice carried over the sizzle that echoed in the kitchen.
“Sounds good.” I nodded and leaned against the counter.
“Well aren’t you exceptionally pretty tonight.” He looked over his shoulder.
“Oh, this old thing?” I feigned indifference. “It’s just something I found in the closet.”
I walked to the table and he pulled my chair out for me. A few seconds later, he returned with the stir fry and placed the sizzling skillet on the table. He heaped a generous portion of chicken and vegetables on my plate before walking back to the kitchen. He returned with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. I looked on in confusion as he sat one down in front of me and popped the cork.
“Do you like wine?” The cork came free and he moved the bottle towards my glass.
“Sure!” I nodded eagerly.
The wine was glorious after being without alcohol for so long. I felt like a proper lady being served as I sipped it while digging into my stir fry. We talked about various things, but nothing that really had substance. Both of us were intent on finishing our plate—and our glass of wine. He filled mine again once it was empty and after I had finished that one, dinner was done. He cleared the table and refilled my glass, walking into the living room. I followed behind him, feeling a little tipsy from the wine. He lifted his glass and looked over at me.
“To you, for the damn fine work you’re doing in school.” He motioned in my general direction and I raised mine in response.
“Thank you. I didn’t realize you noticed.” I shrugged.
“I notice. I get a weekly update from your professors.” His age-lined grin confirmed he was telling me the truth.
“Is that so?” I smiled.
“Yes, and if you do well, you will be spared the cane.” He sipped his wine.
“I intend to do well.” I nodded quickly.
“You’ve done well enough to earn a reward.” He
put his wine glass on the fireplace mantle and walked over to me.
He placed his hands on each of my hips. I took a gulp of my wine and put it beside his on the mantle before he walked me towards the couch. I sat down and he dropped to his knees on the floor, reaching underneath my dress as he did. His hands wrapped around my panties and they were pulled from my waist. I leaned back as they were deposited on the floor and he started to kiss my thighs. The edge of tongue drifted up them as my dress was pushed away from my hips.
“You can have me…” I said as he started to bring his lips closer to my pussy. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I will have you one day.” His tongue moved against my pussy. “But tonight, you are just going to get a reward.”
His tongue quickly started to circle the outside of my labia and I was quickly enraptured by the feeling. It was so much better than his finger that I could barely focus on anything else. He picked up the pace, flicking his tongue against my clitoris as he rolled it around the edge of my pussy. It felt so amazing I couldn’t focus on anything else. My hands rested on his head as he started to press his tongue against my hymen. I quickly started to get wet, feeling my lust mixing with his saliva.
“Oh God…” I moaned.
After several quick flicks of his tongue, he settled into a methodical motion. His tongue moved around the exterior of my pussy, driving me wild with the tease that wasn’t exactly where I wanted it. He casually pressed his tongue against my clitoris and rubbed it generously before withdrawing and moving back down my slit. The pressure built each time his tongue moved closer to my clitoris and I started to enjoy the way he kept me on the edge of what I wanted, always pulling it away when I felt the pleasure pick up.