by Lindsay Ross
Millie established a steady rhythm as she thrust into me and gradually the pain and discomfort lessened. I worked hard with my lips and tongue to give Margaret as much pleasure as possible knowing I was likely to receive a beating if I failed to give satisfaction.
Then we all stopped and held our positions hearing the creaking of floorboards on the landing outside Margaret’s bedroom. We must have presented a strange tableau to John as he pushed open the door.
Chapter Eight
I lose my Virginity and discover that Size matters. With my new lover I practice a Deception on my Master.
I suppose most men would be instantly aroused by the sight of three naked women cavorting on a bed and John’s first reaction was to strip off his nightgown.
“Punishments can come later,” he said, “but I’ll take you while you’re hot.”
He came at us with his cock rampant.
“You can put away your dildo now you have the real thing. My pego will serve you better.” John undid the straps round Millie’s waist and thighs and flung the dildo onto the floor.
“I see you allow the smelly dog into your bed,” he mocked. “Is there no end to your depravity?” His views on the propriety of my presence on the bed did not stop him ramming his cock into me having pushed Millie to one side. The attentions I’d received from the false penis had made me slick and wet, once I had overcome my first feelings of revulsion, and John had the benefit of a well greased quim.
“I like the bitch’s hairless snatch,” he said to the others. “Perhaps I will shave you all.”
I blush to admit that at first the sensations John elicited were less pleasurable than those produced by the counterfeit cock because the dildo was much thicker and longer than human dimensions. I say that without belittling John because his cock seemed an impressive weapon which I estimated to be longer than eight inches from the brief sight I had gained before he entered me-though at that time I was certainly no expert on male members. But I was glad my pussy was playing hostess to a man’s cock at last though I would not have chosen these circumstances for my first experience.
When I was a young girl joking with my friends we speculated about the difference the size of a man’s cock would make to our own pleasure and I claimed size was of little consequence (based on no experience whatever). I was rather serious as a young girl and thought my position on the subject was the proper one for a lady to espouse. I now realised how wrong I had been
Later I was led to wonder whether my passage was particularly wide and cavernous because I seemed to swallow up John’s cock so easily but decided it was simply the contrast between fantastical playthings on the one hand and real cocks on the other.
John withdrew from me before spending and took a turn with Margaret granting himself variety by using her in different positions, thereby displaying considerable staying power and admirable virility.
When he turned to Millie, his cock still erect, she shrank away from John and tried to hide behind the wash stand. She had picked up her underwear and was using it to cover her nakedness and there was real fear in her eyes. I wondered if this was the first time she had been exposed to a man in a state of such obvious arousal; after all she was a very young girl.
He dragged her out but she fought him with scratching and hissing like a cat.
“She cannot abide to be touched by men,” Margaret told John.
“I don’t give a fig for the slut’s likes and dislikes,” John replied, fighting to gain a hold. “Help me restrain the hell-cat.”
Margaret went to John’s assistance and between them they held Millie fast though she continued to tug and heave trying her best to free her arms.
“Get her over the bed. We need to teach this one a lesson.”
“We need your help too,” Margaret shouted to me. “Take her legs.”
Here was another example of Margaret running with the hare and hunting with the hounds, literally since I was regarded as canine. I wondered if Millie would be as baffled as I was by Margaret’s conduct. One moment she was the lover “sighing like furnace” and the next minute she was assisting John carry out a punishment on the body of the girl she professed to love.
I grasped Millie’s ankles and helped them heave Millie onto the bed and position her face down. John pulled the underwear out of Millie’s hands so there was nothing she could use to cover herself.
He told me to pass the long-handled hairbrush from the top of the washstand and he brought it down sharply on Millie’s exposed bottom.
Millie yelped with pain and surprise.
Even I could appreciate the young maid had a very well shaped rear and looking at Margaret’s face, it was clear she was full of appreciation of Millie’s charms. I knew how much she enjoyed seeing a girl’s cheeks redden as a result of punishment. John gave her a sound smacking with the hairbrush and then ordered me to hand him my dog lead and he used it to add further colour to Millie’s pretty cheeks.
When I was returned to my cell, I found it difficult to fall asleep and I pondered what had happened, especially how events had affected me. I was no longer a virgin. I wanted to use common language and say I’d been fucked. It is much more expressive of the act than any of the more genteel references to the act of procreation. Regrettably, I was finding the language of my private thoughts becoming coarser. Being treated as an animal was bound to change me for the worse but I was surprised how much I had enjoyed what John had done to me (especially with the dildo) and the frolicking with Millie and Margaret. I blush to confess I even enjoyed the sight of Millie’s soft young cheeks receiving attention from John. Was I being dragged down by the lewd behaviour of the people around me? Their influence was insidious and it was frightening to think how debauched I might become if nothing happened to arrest this downward spiral.
When I closed my eyes I saw nothing but naked bodies writhing on Margaret’s bed and it was with these images in my mind that I drifted into fevered dreams.
It was not long before it was decided that I was sufficiently well trained to be taken upstairs to become Mr. Povey’s companion. I found a wicker dog basket containing a tartan blanket already in place at the fireside and thought how luxurious it would seem compared with the pallet that I grown used to.
The heat from the fire was also welcome after the cold of the dungeon since I was kept naked though at first I hardly dared to go near it.
My hands and knees had become hardened to constant contact with floors, although I sometimes picked up painful splinters from the boards, and I was now adept at behaving like a dog. I panted a great deal and let my tongue hang out and had not uttered a human sound for weeks. I had even cultivated a bark to signal when I was ready to relieve myself.
The time came for Mr. Povey to take a walk round the grounds with me to guide him. John put the harness round my neck and shoulders and placed the lead in his master’s hand and we practised by me guiding him slowly and carefully round the furniture.
I went ahead of my master down the staircase with John assisting and we soon arrived in the main hall where Mr. Povey donned his overcoat and boots in response to John’s warning that there had been a severe frost overnight.
I was not offered any protection against the cold, and when the front doors were opened I felt the icy blast cut through my naked body. When I led Mr. Povey down the flights of steps, there was the added danger that he might slip and John had to hold his arm firmly. Once we reached the path, I was left to guide him alone. He had brought his cane and explained he would use it to indicate if he wanted me to speed up when he would strike my bottom and if he wanted me to slow down he would tug sharply on the lead.
His confidence grew rapidly as I could tell from the number of occasions he struck me with his cane wishing me to move faster.
Despite my flesh turning blue with the cold, the master kept me out there for what I guessed was the best part of an hour obviously enjoying breathing the crisp air and taking exercise after such a long period of force
d inactivity.
I had thought I would never be warm again but gradually I thawed out by lying close to the fire in the master’s sitting room. He seemed to be in good humour having had his first outing and seemed quite content that I occupied space so close to the flames.
The maid who brought the crumpets and cakes for afternoon tea was none other than Millie looking very pretty in his black and white uniform and her hair prettily arranged. She set the master’s place and informed him what she had brought for his tea but then Millie gestured with her head towards the curtain that divided the sitting room and bedroom as if to tell me to join her there. Silently I got up and made a move to follow Millie’s unspoken communication only to be stopped by the sound of Mr. Povey’s voice.
“Pour my tea. Not too strong.”
I obeyed and left the master to drink it.
When I joined Millie behind the curtain, she pressed a piece of paper into my hand, kissed me lightly on the lips and withdrew immediately.
When I returned to my master I read the note hurriedly.
What I read was a paper bearing passionate outpourings from a very naive young girl who professed to be deeply in love with me. Millie begged me to come to her room after dark. She explained there was no chance I would encounter Margaret as they had fallen out and were now sworn enemies. The note was like those passed between schoolgirls with crushes and I was not inclined to regard it with any degree of seriousness, except that it was welcome evidence that someone liked me. Though when I thought about Margaret’s grand declarations of love and devotion I had to hope Millie’s were less ephemeral.
I did find the girl very attractive and knew I would be tempted but the risk of being caught was high and the punishment would be severe.
In the meantime I had to attend to the whims of my master.
When evening came he asked me to fill his tub so that he could bathe in front of the fire. He remarked on the cold temperature which I thought rich when he’d had me outside for an hour without a stitch of clothing. Two kitchen maids brought buckets of steaming hot water and finally the bath was filled.
The master explained that John had undressed and dressed him in the past but those duties would now fall to me as I would be his constant companion. When I finally lowered his trousers and underpants, I saw his cock was adequate but he was not nearly so well hung as John. He stepped into the tub and told me to wash him. When I washed around his loins his cock stirred a little. “Take it in your hand, if you like,” he said.
I recognised this as an order rather than a polite request so closed my fist around the shaft and drew down his foreskin.
“Wash carefully there,” he told me. “It is a place that needs to be kept clean.”
I was careful not to speak even though I now seemed to have taken on the role of house slave and general factotum rather than his guide dog.
“You know how to masturbate a man, I’m sure. Go ahead and please me.”
I began to pump the master’s organ but admit I was thinking of John’s more virile member as I did so.
“That’s it,” breathed Mr. Povey. “That’s a good girl. A little faster! No, that’s too quick. Just slow down a bit. Now grip just a fraction harder.”
He continued to coach me as to his precise preferences in masturbation and finally he seemed content and lay back in the warm water to enjoy the experience.
When he was bathed he showed no hurry to get into his night attire and stood before the fire naked, warming his behind. I used the bell to summon Millie so that she could remove the tub and wet towels. When Millie entered the master did nothing to cover himself and I saw the distaste on her face at seeing him naked.
Her reaction was testimony to the truth of Margaret’s remark that men were anathema to the girl. I wondered if she had experienced something unpleasant with a man that had put her off the sex or whether her preference for other women was inborn. She was very young to make up her mind. I was not many years her senior and I was finding pleasure in both sexes as typified by handsome John, despite his cruelty, and the lovely Millie herself.
Millie got down on her hands and knees and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I thought she was taking pleasure in performing this way in front of the master knowing he could see nothing and his presence did add some element of excitement.
She rolled me over on my back and got on top of me fondling my breasts then putting her hand on my pussy. She continued to kiss me passionately taking great care the master did not hear any sounds as our lips came together.
“Are you finished clearing up, Millie?” asked the master.
Millie broke off from kissing me to say her task was nearly complete.
“I have another little chore for you.”
We looked up to see Mr. Povey was masturbating and had a full erection again. Millie pulled an expression of utter disgust mingled with fear. We both knew what the master wanted.
Millie was about to oblige him however reluctantly when I put an arm on hers to draw her back. I pointed to myself indicating that I would take her place thinking it would be impossible for him to know the difference.
I shuffled forward on my knees and took his rigid cock in both hands and maintained the grip while I fellated him. It was not as unpleasant as it might have been as he was freshly bathed, still smelt of soap, and I was able to imagine I was sucking John. In addition, I knew how grateful Millie would be that she did not have to touch a man in such an intimate place.
Then the master, as he neared his climax, reached down to take hold of my hair and I thought all was lost.
“You have cut your hair, Millie.”
Millie had the presence of mind to reply, “Yes, master. Miss Brady cut it for me just the other day.”
“Does it suit you?”
“I’m not sure, master,” she answered. “That’s for others to say. It is practical.”
“You are a comely girl by all accounts. Mrs. Brady says you are very beautiful.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I can tell you have lovely features,” he said and let his hands wander all over my face.
I could feel his cock twitch and stiffen still more and knew his seed would flood my mouth any second.
“Oh, Millie,” he groaned in his ecstasy. “Millieeeeee!”
I thought it politic and polite to swallow all his semen but was surprised to hear him say, “Oh, you darling girl. I never thought you would. That is wonderful. Every drop, Millie. You perfect angel!”
Clearly Millie had not swallowed when she had fellated him in the past. I wondered how frequently he had forced her to perform for him and whether he made the same demands of all his female servants, remembering the claims made by Margaret.
“Now lie over the chaise and I will fetch my cane.”
I looked askance at Millie and she looked at me and we both had to stifle giggles. Who should present herself for the caning? We pointed at ourselves then at each other making a great joke of the confusion.
In the end I clambered over the arm of the chaise and presented my bare bottom to be caned, feeling it was another favour I could grant my new lover.
Laurence Povey ran his hand over the curve of my cheeks. “Have you been putting on weight, my dear? Your cheeks seem plumper.”
Millie came as near as possible so that the master would think she was the one bent over. “I don’t know, master. I hope you are not displeased.”
“Not at all, my darling. A girl’s derriere should be fleshy and voluptuous but not fat. Here we have perfection. You would be inspiration to the greatest artists in the world.”
Any pleasure I might have taken in receiving such praise was cut short by the pain of the first stroke of his cane. Having been caned by the master before I had some knowledge of what to expect: the blows would be painful but bearable.
Thwack! “Arghhhhh!” He gave me another cut and I screamed involuntarily.
“That was a strange noise, Millie. It hardly sounded like you.�
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“Forgive me, master,” said Millie, still fighting off the desire to giggle. “I shouldn’t yell like a baby. I know you chastise me for my own good and I should be grateful.”
I received four more lusty strokes from the master and had to suffer his hands tracing the ridges of the six welts afterwards as if he wanted to savour his handiwork like some master craftsman.
Chapter Nine
Blackguards, a Banquet and a Ball
Not long after these occurrences, my master informed me he was planning a fancy dress ball at which he would show me off to his friends.
There was a great deal of activity in the house as the servants prepared for the event, hurrying and scurrying in all directions. I spotted servants I had not seen before and wondered if they had been brought to Drydon Hall from other great houses in the county.
Mrs. Troak, the cook, was fully occupied and whenever I went down to the kitchen I was invariably greeted by wonderful smells and the sight of sides of beef and pork as well as trays of pies and pastries and exotic fruit that must have been imported at huge expense.
I was allowed now to make the occasionally excursion to the kitchen and other parts of the house and it was interesting to see how I was treated by different members of the household.
Some people patted me on the head or rump in an affectionate way as no doubt they would have done had I been a real dog, while others kicked me, surreptitious betraying cruel streaks in their characters. It was very illuminating as to their true natures, especially when they thought no-one else was around; some of these hefty kicks left large bruises on the backs of my thighs and my bottom.
I think with some, mainly men, the more bruises and welts they saw on my body the more they felt the urge to add to them.
In time I knew which of these men I should avoid if possible but sometimes they would seek me out and take me somewhere in the house to give me a thorough beating or to humiliate me in some other way.
There were two servants I was very wary of and managed to elude them for weeks. There was something about the evil glint in their eyes that frightened me and made me think they would go to the very extremes of cruelty if they were given the chance. One was a footman and the other a groom so they did not work together in the normal way of things yet I often saw them whispering conspiratorially and glancing in my direction.