                         Mini Coercive

                           Part II

                           By Reavan

Master's Bedroom.
	Sandra lit a lamp turning the wick to a soft glow and then lit
two candles on the opposite wall, leaving the drapes closed
before waking her master and madam. "How can I pleasure my master
this morning?" She curtsied deeply smiling seductively and then
presented her body, swaying her hips, flaunting her curvaceous
full figure in the soft flickering lights. Opening his eyes,
blinking and stretching, taking in his servant's luscious flesh;
he considered the pleasures of her satisfying him one way or
another. He stretched again and turned to his wife for a moment.

	"My dear wife, I need to be in the store early this morning, get
down and start breakfast. Sandra will be there as soon as I'm
done with her. Go on woman!"

	"Yes, dear husband, why doesn't she just perform orally, it's so
much quicker in the morning dear, but you decide and please enjoy
the wench. I'm on my way." She kissed him warmly on the cheek,
got out of bed and left.

	"Ah Sandra...oh yes...how do I want you this morning?" She
smiled seductively, breathing deeply, caressing her thighs, and
then raising her arms above her head, chest heaving, pelvis
undulating, turning to reveal her luscious butt, tempting him
with a slow snake-like dance. "Alright Sandra, your madam is
right; get on with it; make it quick while you report on Olivia."
She threw back his covers, crawled on the bed between his legs,
gently fondling his genitals.
	
	"Yes master, Olivia is highly sexed; I fingered her to multiple
climaxesthree times during the night, each very quickly...ummm."
She lowered her lips to his knob, kissing and sucking
passionately and then made eye contact again. "She offered to
return the sex but I refused of course as you instructed...Umm.
She has no hymen but I'm certain those shapely little thighs,
never spread to allow a penis that honor, just to allow her
little fingers and a broken ladle handle." She swallowed him
completely.

	"So you think she is destined to offer her body for my sexual
pleasures and share your duties?" She momentarily uncoupled his
member from her mouth, pushing his foreskin back with her lips,
kissing the now swollen mushroom with a juicy smack; her hands
continuing to frig and tease hiS bag while replying.

	"Positively master, she's a multi-orgasmic keeper. With my
tender loving seduction, alternating the madam's cane-wielding
lust, that little sweetheart will be helplessly enticed and ripe
for picking in two or three weeks." She girdled his knob with her
tongue, kissing it passionately and then swallowed the entire
shaft holding it until out of breath, before vigorously stroking,
sucking and blowing.

	"Very well; oh Sandra, ooh...you do that so well...oooh." She
slowed, sensing the eruption, fingers teasing the ridge under his
bag, while meeting his eyes as he groaned sporadically. She
swallowed the load, quickly squeezing his shaft before allowing
him to eject a second. Taking in the entire shaft she released
her grip and pulled back while smacking her lips, downing the
second load. Choking and releasing his rod again she deliberately
directed the remainder to splatter partly on her face. She then
caught his eyes and with an obedient expression of devotion to
his pleasure licked if off; scraping with her fingers and
slurping them clean.

	Downing his shaft again she gripped the knob with her lips,
squeezed the root, sliding her hand to the knob, draining the
last few drops and then making eye contact licked her lips
suggestively, making several deliberate swallowing motions, each
followed by a long satisfied um. ..
	
	"Ah Sandra, you do that so well; you're a treasure to me."


	"My master is too kind," she kissed his deflating knob tenderly.
"I'm only performing my household duties. Soon your nubile midget
wench and I cAN take turns or perhaps mutually pleasure our
master; I know my master will take relish deflowering her."

	"Yes, she is a delicious morsel to be sure, her youth, her
innocence; I'll savour that moment but it took years to perfect
your skills Sandra; she'll have a lot to learn."

	"She's a natural talent and guiding her in the skills of
providing sexual pleasure, before and after I escort her to my
master's bed, will be sheer pleasure for me. I had no one to
teach me but I'm sure with her inborn sexual cravings, she'll be
pure pleasure for my master in no time at all."

	"That didn't happen with the last one Sandra."

	"No master, she just tolerated sex and the cane because of her
easy life in this house. The madam enjoyed her resistance to
lesbian sex for a while but lost interest because she only went
through the motions, not even pretending to enjoy it. What did my
master do with her?"

	"I offered her to an acquaintance of mine, a mill owner, who was
in the market for a young wench but in spite of her shapely body
and compliant nature, he was disappointed with her performance;
so he married her off to one of his lead mill-hands. I understand
she's a mother now. I'm hoping we'll have more luck with Olivia."


	"Olivia is a nymph master, a blank slate, raised in a tiny
isolated village; she has no idea she's a nymph or even what the
word means. I know she'll eventually be passionately submissive
about any sex act she's ordered to perform. The only little
problem is that she was raised to believe that only married
couples can have sex; but with her trusting nature, it'll just be
a matter of replacing one old wife's tale with another. How did
my master manage to pick out a winner this time?"

	"I read something in her face when I met her in the village. She
was teased a lot there, accounting for her sad appearance but
there was something else in her eyes; a sort of dreamy
unfulfilled yearning that I found puzzling. It took me a long
time to convince the mother to let her go but when she turned
nineteen last month and that did it. Then of course she's pretty
as peach and as we now know, my wife coerced a shapely little
goddess out of those ill fitting rags."

	"May I wash my master now before breakfast; I'm sorry I had no
time to warm up a pitcher this morning, I took that time to test
Olivia one last time."

	"It was time well spend; the water in the wash basin be tepid
from last night. It'll have to do; restocking the store today
will be a long grind. I'll give your madam permission to seduce
the wench today; I am hoping for a good report."

	"I'm sure it will be master; I saw insatiable lust in the
madam's eyes when the little doll was coerced out of her
clothing. If it wasn't for my master's orders to the contrary,
Olivia would have been ravished on the spot. The madam stormed
into the kitchen and took out her frustrations caning me; then
made me tongue her, until she had climaxed twice. After that I
got three more with no caressing follow up. My hands were ordered
on top of my head while she just stood there for the longest
time, watching me cry with that entranced look in her eyes."

	"Before and after, no soothing hands and your own not allowed,
isn't that unusual? Yes, my dear wife can be testy when sexually
frustrated."

	"Well not that unusual but I'm used to it; but my master more
that makes up for it and there is good sex with the madam too.
Give my madam permission to wield her tongue today and Olivia
will scream for more."
"You don't think we should go easy with the wench for a few days
with just mutual masturbation?"

	"There's no need master, please leave it to me." She finished
drying and began to dress him.

	"Very well Sandra I trust your judgement. How do you feel about
being the loving half of her seduction?"

	"I'm crazy about her; she's so pretty, so sweet,
soooo...innocent and oooh...that luscious little figure...um! I
couldn't stop fondling and kissing her last night. And the way
she responds; as if she wants to crawl right inside me. I don't
have to pretend that I really care about her; I can't help
myself. Sorry master, that's how I feel." Sandra presented her
behind and received three light slaps for which she thanked him.

	"You know, I approve and indeed insist that my females enjoy
each other bodies and if they fall in love I support that whole
heartedly." She knew of course that his approval was conditional
on that love being channelled to his sexual needs, when required.
"I'll give you a free hand to use her as you please in the
pantry."

	She responded by taking up the position again, receiving three
more slaps, smiling submissively over her shoulder. In her years
of service, presenting her behind for a ritual spanking had long
replaced: yes master, thank you master, I understand master and
also as his own acknowledgment or agreement with her statements.

	She rose caressing her fleshy cheeks and as part of the ritual,
whispered `Thank you master', an expression of appreciation for
the act itself. Then smiling obediently as if she'd been punished
for defying him, she buttoned his vest, fastened the gold chain
and slipped the watch into its pocket; opening then the bedroom
door she curtsied.

	The master rarely spanked her harder than a noisy slap; only as
a show of his authority over all aspects of her life, her
whispered `thank you', implied her deference to that authority.

The Kitchen

	The madam called Olivia out of the pantry and assigned her
various chores in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast for
her husband. She wondered where Sandra was and why she wasn't
making breakfast. She didn't dare ask and Sandra did show up
after a while. A setting was set up on a tea wagon and wheeled
out by Sandra. Olivia was then given some chores to clean up by
the madam, who then left after telling her to return to the
pantry when finished.
The Dining Room

	Sandra and the madam served the masters his breakfast in the
dining room and then waited, as at all meals across from the
table. The madam stood facing him, while Sandra knelt, with her
back turned; the different positions, being the masters
concession to his wife's wedded status.

	"Dear wife I understand our new wench is highly sexed and
responsive to lesbian sex. She is according to Sandra not a
virgin, which is no matter but I order you to use that tidbit
today, as leverage for her total submission to oral lesbian sex,
unless of course she cares to return to her village. After her
seduction, introduce her to the butt plug; Sandra should also
wear one for now, to let Olivia think it's a condition of being
in your service."

	"Yes dear husband and thank you. I'll be delighted to introduce
her to oral sex."

	"You are happy with me finding this midget wench then dear, as
you have requested for a few years now?"

	"Oh yes dear husband I know it was difficult to find one this
pretty. I'll treasure her as I do Sandra, with my husband's kind
consent of course."

	"Sandra seems to think the seduction will be a snap; we'll see.
I want to hear full report on her response this evening and do
not cane the wench today. Being introduced to your spirited brand
of love making will be enough for her system to endure, before
Sandra calms her down in the pantry."

	"Yes dear husband, your word is my command. May I ask how long
my wenches and I will remain naked in the house?"

	"Well I don't know; at least until Olivia has become a regular
part of my sex life. Clothing will of course be necessary when
the summer is over; most certainly before the stable boy begins
to stoke the fireplaces. I did leave Olivia's rags with the
seamstress to be replaced, with your order for her servant's
uniform."

The Kitchen

	When Sandra returned Olivia was called back in the kitchen to
help with more food preparation, which turned out to be another
setting for the tea wagon and breakfast for the two of them.
Sandra wheeled the madam's portion out and returned a few minutes
later. After they ate Sandra pointed at a hand pump and a pail
and told her to scrub the kitchen floor. Olivia couldn't believe
that the water pump was located inside the house at a sink but
soon got on her hands and knees with the brush and set to work.
When the madam came in an hour later Olivia was nearly done with
the floor. She rose and curtsied along with Sandra.

	"Sandra I wish to examine the wench to make sure she's fit; get
her on the table." Sandra lifted her up and let her stretch out
on her stomach close to one edge where the madam could reach
standing on a low stool. She groped her everywhere, probing and
stroking like a doctor, ordering her to turn over before
continuing. "I want to check her vagina Sandra," she rotated
Olivia on the table; then grasping her ankles spread her legs
wide. The madam got off the stool and probed her vagina,
spreading the orifice. "There is no hymen here Sandra. What were
you wench? The village whore, she doesn't deserve to serve in
this house! How many men have you been with wench?"

	"Oh no please madam, I've never been with a man; I...I've
masturbated and used a broken ladle, making believe it was my
prince." She began to cry; "please madam it's the honest truth;
please don't send me back to the village. I'll work really hard,
do anything my madam wants...please believe me?"

	"Well we'll see; set her down Sandra." The madam stood back,
deliberately leering at her body as Olivia quickly assumed the
required stance. "So, you're not ashamed of displaying your
breasts and genitals this morning wench?"

	"No madam," she placed her hands behind the neck, thrust out her
breasts and vagina as far as she could, "I'm very sorry about
yesterday madam." After being seduced by Sandra, she was less
embarrassed displaying her privates to the madam; but still
scared of her, yet strangely exhilarated. She sensed that the
madam was going to seduce her and tried to smile expectantly
through her tears. "So...am I allowed to touch your body now...do
anything I want, at my...pleasure?"

	"Yes...madam, of course...anything" She whimpered, while Sandra
dried her tears. The madam moved in pressing and rocking her body
tightly against her, Olivia gasped as she eased back enough to
fondle her breasts and nipples. Then she grasped she her by the
waists, kissing her passionately. Olivia responded by opening her
mouth as her madam's tongue entered; unsure of what to do, she
embraced her neck. The madam's breathing now became laboured as
her probing fingers reached Olivia's vagina. She groaned with
pleasure as she had with Sandra, anticipating finger penetration.


	Suddenly the madam stood back and ordered Sandra to lift Olivia
up on the table again and spread her thighs as before. Her crotch
was no sooner wide open before the madam's open mouth smacked
into her vagina. Olivia gasped in shock, her entire body
trembling while a blazing fire burned from her crotch into her
very soul. She squealed as the madam licked and nipped her clit,
and again even louder when her tongue penetrated where her hymen
should have been. She gasped sporadically climaxing almost
instantly, then again and again while she groaned ecstatically,
revelling in this strange new licking experience.

	Olivia was then told to stretch out on her the back, arms above
the head. While the madam ordered Sandra to lift her up on the
table, where she straddled Olivia's face and slowly lowered her
crotch, to just above her lips. "What do you see wench," the
madam demanded breathlessly?

	"My...my madam's vagina."

	"What do you think you must do now?"

	"Kiss...kiss and lick it, like my...my madam did...did to, to,
to me?" She stammered as her chest heaved rapidly while gasping
for air; she trembled partly from the fear of not being able to
satisfy her madam but mostly from the shocking introduction to
this unbelievable sexual act, she had never in her life imagined
would happen.

	"She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, meeting the
hairy mound as it settled and wiggled on her face. Hot and cold
chills flooded throughout her body, as she attempted to imitate
what the madam had done to her; kissing, sucking and licking
anything her madam's movements centered on her mouth. She heard
loud moans and felt her breasts being squeezed hard. Her hands
were guided by Sandra to the madam's fleshy cheeks, while
whispering to dig her fingers into and caress the soft flesh. The
madam's moans encouraged her to lick and kiss passionately,
knowing she was doing something right. She squeezed her fingers
into her flesh as the madam began to moan sporadically.
	Then she stopped moving and pressed her vagina down hard on her
mouth. Olivia poked her tongue into the moist orifice, exploring
the inside as the madam groaned loud and long. She then got off,
flopping hard on her back next to Olivia, gasping for breath. 
Sandra encouraged Olivia to caress the madam gently, easing her
down from her high until her breathing slowed.

	"You have pleases me somewhat wench and I will think about your
claim to be a virgin but it will depend on your willingness to
perform all assigned duties diligently and honestly over the next
few weeks. "

	"Oh thank you mistress, you won't be sorry I'll work really hard
and do anything you say."

	"Of course you will; like I said, we'll see if you can be
trusted! Sandra, lubricate a number one for the wench." Sandra
lifted the madam down on the floor and ordered Olivia on her
knees with her head on the table.
Sandra handed the item to the madam, Olivia jerked in surprise as
the item was held snugly against her anal orifice. "This will be
a physical reminder of your wish to retain your position." The
madam said in a snooty voice as she rotated the item slowly,
applying a little more pressure making Olivia wonder what she was
doing to her. "I also want you to think of it as a symbol of your
servant status; that is...your unconditional submission, to my
needs. Serving me, giving me pleasure could be a satisfying
experience for you. It could also be very painful, bring you to
tears but as long as I am satisfied; the pain you suffer, your
tears...will only intensify my pleasure.

	Relax your body now; this will hurt just a little bit. " She
then slowly twisted and pushed it inside. Olivia gasped, in
astonishment and disbelief as her anus was penetrated, expanding
it painfully and then seemed to ease on a smaller part.

	"There," she jerked the plug as if testing the insertion. "You
will make a request every morning to have this plug reinserted.
If I decide to favour that wish, you will remain here as my
servant; if I decide not to insert the plug; or should you
refuse, you will be back in the village before nightfall. Now get
back to your chores wench!"

	Olivia scampered off the table, curtsying before returning to
her task. The plug was extremely uncomfortable at first,
seemingly filling her entire body; then after a while, she
actually began to enjoy the sensation, as it rubbed on something
inside her as she crawled along scrubbing the floor.

The Pantry

	Sandra sent Olivia to the pantry with a warms kiss, when her
chores were done. Curling up on the mattress, she struggled to
make sense of what was happening to her. The madam was angry
because she was not a real virgin, accusing her of being the
village whore. She could be sent back, unless she decided to
believe her story, about penetrating her hymen with a ladle
handle.

	She had then shocked her, by suddenly out of the blue, smacking
her mouth into her vagina, kissing and licking; triggering, after
the initial shock an explosive series of orgasms, far more
intense than a finger or handle. She wasn't sure, but wondered if
that startling assault on her vagina by a sucking mouth and
relentless tongue, combined with her frazzled nerves had
intensified the experience.

	She thought about her mother and the morals of her upbringing.
What if she knew, her daughter had been licking a woman's vagina
and had a plug, symbolizing ritual submission inserted in her
bum? She wiped a tear, shuddering at the thought, as the ordeals
of her first twenty-four hours torn from the security of her
family, scrambled through her brain.

	Fate had forsaken her on a desert isle with no means of escape;
marooned and at the mercy of a midget ogre, living a bad dream, a
nightmarish fairytale. She had been forced to strip naked;
display her intimate privates to the madam's shameless eyes;
caned to tears and then just now, threatened with a humiliating
return to her village, for not being pure. Finally, with her
self-confidence ripped to shreds, leaving her utterly
defenceless; a sex act had been forced on her, that she'd never
in her wildest dreams, imagined anyone could or would do.

	She now felt a deep sense of shame, much stronger than the first
few times she fingered herself; at that time shame lasted only
until an irresistible craving in her vagina became unbearable.
Later, as time went by she felt less guilty, though it was always
in the back of her mind, until she confessed that intimate secret
to Sandra. Could that happen with the licking sex too, or was it
just too indecent?

	She wiped a tear, shuddering again, as conflicting thoughts
raced through her mind. On the one hand, the disgrace associated
with being sent, or asking to be sent back to the village. With
no chance of finding a husband what would happen to her then, off
to a circus, being displayed as a freak? No one would know about
her self-inflicted loss of virginity; just, that she couldn't
handle a simple housekeeping job. On the other hand, stay here
and continue to be coerced into licking sex, plus what ever else
the madam had in mind.

	She had revelled in the act, during and relished the feeling for
a while after. But now, the reality of her upbringing surfaced to
haunt her. Was itreally wrong to get pleasure from fingering and
licking? No one had of course	known about her masturbating, until
now. Maybe, all or many women did that; even the licking sex?

	She was nineteen, an old maid by her village standards and on
her own for the first time; was it possible she was just learning
about the realities of life? Could it be that all servants were
treated this way or worse, by their wealthy madam's? She knew
slaves were beaten by their masters; slavery was illegal now,
they had been freed, but what about caning a white servant; was
that just the way of an outside world she knew nothing about?"


	She touched the plug; a symbol the madam said, of trust and
submission. As she held it, the madam's intimidating face,
flashed into her minds eyes and the words: 'trust' and
'submission' resonated in her ears.
She closed her eyes, shaking her head, but the image persisted;
an eerie hypnotizing vision, irresistibly spellbinding, blocking
all other thoughts; but leaving her strangely attracted to a
woman who had caned her to tears. Did the plug posses some
bizarre magic? Was she under a spell? She let go and the madam
faded in a mist. She touched it again and there it was, her face
emerging out of the mist, smiling invitingly now, licking her
lips demandingly.
	
	The image mesmerized her, made her heart pound, sending fiery
twinges into her crotch; then suddenly her expression turned
severe and the cane flashed in and out of the image. That didn't
scare her; she was determined to be good and obey the madam's
orders, work hard on her chores. The cane was only a reminder, it
couldn't be an omen? Irresistibly drawn to the image she squeezed
the plug harder, intensifying the vision; that face, those eyes
penetrating her soul, that demanding yet tender smile, that
enticing tongue.
	The image faded and closed in on her vagina, thighs spread wide
as before above her head, pelvis twisting and jerking temptingly,
 clitoris and labia glistening with spittle, her own; then back
to her lips, then only her lips being moistened by that tongue
licking, licking, licking. She wetted her own lips, gasping for
breath;desperately wanting to lick and be licked. Letting go of
the plug, she squeezed her thighs together, palming her vagina,
penetrating with a finger, gasping in frustration, tossing wildly
from side to side.

	"What's wrong Olivia? Are you hurting?" Sandra had entered
unnoticed.
	"I...I...I was dreaming, I...I think," she stammered
breathlessly. Sandra, do, do you...do you believe in magic, do
you Sandra?"

	"Well yes, of course. why?" Olivia recounted her vision. "Well
now you know the powers of the madam's mind." Sandra turned
around bending over.

	"You have a plug in your bum too Sandra."

	"Yes, that connects us to her; we're helplessly under her
spell."

	"Is the madam a real witch Sandra?"
	
	"I prefer the word enchantress Olivia. She can be cruel and
discipline us for her own pleasure but mostly, providing you are
servile, she is kind and giving, like there are two minds in the
same body. I think that somehow between the two lies her magic
powers."

"Doesn't servile mean slave?"

"Our wages Olivia would not buy the food you eat or a roof over
your head. We're slaves; how could we leave, where would we go?"
Olivia shook her head not knowing what to say. "You want to do it
with her again, don't you?"

	"Yes, when I touch the plug; I do

	"You will but not with the madam until tomorrow. Get on your
back."
Olivia eagerly obeyed reaching for Sandra, spreading her thighs,
instinctively raising her pelvis. Sandra got on top of her,
holding most of her weight on her elbows and kissed her
passionately. When I came in you were masturbating weren't you?
That is a no- no by a servant in this house. Understand?"

	"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, the vision drove me crazy."

	"Just don't do that again Olivia. Um...am I squashing you?"

	"Never Sandra I promise and you can squash me all you want," she
cradled her neck, pulling their lips together again; kissing her
passionately, while wrapping her legs tightly around her waist."
Do you see the madam's face Sandra, when touching the plug?"

	"That's the magic sweetie; we're always under her spell."

	Sandra turned on her side, licking her lips, looking down at her
vagina; Olivia quickly reversed her position, burying her face in
a new exerience of frizzy curls. Sandra rolled on her back with
her little lover on top, caressing her cheeks and thighs. Olivia
explored with her tongue, finding Sandra's clitoris larger, the
labial lips surprisingly different from the madam's and when
discovering the orifice, bored her tongue inside. She
feltSandra's body flexing and twisting in respond to the invasion
and twirled her tongue vigorously until Sandra moaned loudly, her
body shuddering as she climaxed.

	She then felt herself lifted by the waist and pulled up until
her vagina kissed Sandra's mouth. She closed her thighs on
Sandra's head and sucked on her stomach, clutching her soft hips,
as Sandra's tongue brought her to three quick climaxes. She was
then lifted in the air, whirled around and dropped, their bodies
smacking together. Olivia laughed, grasping Sandra's face,
kissing her passionately and then cooing contentedly, buried her
face in her neck, while Sandra stroked her back.

	"Am I squishing you Sandra?" She kissed her neck, cooing.

	"Yes you're killing me," she chuckled, caressing her slowly.

	"Sandra...why did you get caned yesterday, were you bad?"

	"No Olivia, I just got caned that's all."

	"But why, if you were good?" She raised her head looking
bewildered and then kissed her neck warmly.

	"Um good, well sometimes the madam takes pleasure in caning me."

	"You mean...I can get caned even if I'm good, do my chores
and...submit to...you know?"

	"If the madam feels like caning you, that's her right; you're in
her service,"

	"Hem...but you got caned twice...why?" She kissed her neck, as
if easing her pain.

	"After the first time, I made love to her and then she caned me
again."
	"You licked her and she rewarded you with more pain?"

	"It's not reward or punishment when you haven't done anything
wrong; it's just that she enjoys doing it. For her, it's a rush;
she gets aroused from maybe: the sound, your tears, watching your
cheeks redden or seeing you tremble with fear from the power she
has over you. I'm not sure why?"

	"Do you hate her for caning you; I mean if you're bad you
deserve it but when one is good...well?"

	"No Olivia, I love her; I love serving in this house."

	"But...but you are beautiful and normal size you could easily
get a husband."

	"I'm black Olivia; I was born a slave. There are poor white
people too, like your family, but freed blacks are far worse off;
life is hell. I'd be living in a shack bearing a lot of children
and maybe my husband would beat me because his life was hard.
This is a beautiful comfortable house, I'm well fed
and...loved...in a manner of speaking. I've even, despite the
tears, learned to love her and I feel she loves me, even when
caning me. I'm here to serve in many different ways: one is to
accept pain but then I get sexual and other pleasures too. Think
about it Olivia: if you've never known pain, how would you know
pleasure?"

	"I don't understand that Sandra; I like being happy and not
hurting." She mused on it for a while. "Well maybe I do
understand Sandra, sort of."

	"It is like your beautiful face Olivia: if there were no ugly
people, how would you know you were beautiful."

	"I'm not, Sandra." Sandra squeezed her tight kissing her
passionately.

	"Um...ah, Oh yes you are sweetie; you're very...very beautiful.
Again, if you are happy all the time, how do you know you're
truly happy? Pain makes you appreciate the pleasures you
experience in life. Being caned once in a while is much better
than working in the cotton fields, a dirty mine or mill."

	"Did you ever work in one of those places?"

	"Yes in a filthy mill, twelve hours a day for a mean boss who
beat us for not working hard enough."

	"Sandra...are we supposed to do what we did last night and just
now, will we get caned if the madam sees us with the magic?"

	"She knows what we're doing and we won't be caned for that. Just
don't ever masturbate again; the madam will cane you severely if
she senses that, and...I would be very... jealous." She squeezed
Olivia tight, kissing her.
"Did you like having oral sex with the madam today?"
 	
	"Oral sex...what?  Oh I see, like we just did. Yes Sandra but it
surprised, no shocked me at first and then oh...it was so good"
She felt better about the licking now; all feelings of shame
faded away with Sandra's reassuring words and licking sex.

	"She liked it too, I'm sure and your body pleases her. I'm going
to teach you how to pose when she orders you to; that will make
her like you even better."

	"Really Sandra! Pose?"

	"Your madam likes to watch your naked body for a while; the
sight of your flesh stokes her flames, warming her up before
using you to reach the climax she craves. First of all when
you're ordered to pose you already know, never to cover certain
parts of your body with your hands, right?

	"Yes Sandra, the madam made that painfully clear, yesterday.
She's told me how to stand when she talks to me and that to kneel
if I have a question."

	"Yes but posing is another matter because you present your body
for her sexual enjoyment; in effect you're pleading to be used.
Always think about your hands being an insult to her eyes. Also
very important, smile shyly with a willing expression, lips
slightly parted while constantly moistening them with the tip of
your tongue. You willingly present your body to stimulate her
desires. She might not want you after you pose for a while and
tell you to stop, and maybe have me satisfy her instead. You will
then do pose number one and watch us, with a slightly
disappointed yet eager expression. Now let's get up and I'll show
you.

	"Pose one is something like the way you've been ordered to stand
when she talks to you, feet apart and your fingers on the side of
your thighs, like you are going to scratch them." Olivia eagerly
copied her. "Most of the time she'll watch the same pose for a
long time. When her eyes are on your breasts, think and act as if
her lips are kissing them; occasionally look down and then make
eye-contact again as you breathe deeply, heaving your chest in an
exaggerated manner, close your eyes while inhaling, by twisting
your body offering her one breast then the other. If she shows
you one or two hands as if grasping something, that mean you are
to fondle a breast or both still making the same movements; but
being very careful never to touch or hide a nipple from her view.
Again imagine that she is doing the fondling and is about to kiss
your nipples.

	"Then if she lowers her eyes to your vagina, you act in a
similar manner; look down, momentarily, spread your feet and
knees little and move your pelvis forward in a twisting motion.
Again think about your madam's tongue licking your vagina. Then
if she rubs her fingers together you will stroke your thigh
creases on both sides of you vagina while spreading your knees,
never let your fingers even touch a curl. Your mind must be
intensely focused on submitting to anything she wants; it's very
important making that mental connection. You know by now that she
has magical powers, she knows what's on your mind and thinking
about something or someone else could lead to a caning.

	"Pose two, she will tell you or hold up two fingers, is
displaying your behind, and moving it invitingly while smiling at
her over your shoulder. Sometime she'll order you to bend over
and spread your cheeks, by making a `V' with her fingers, so the
plug is prominently displayed. "She is in her mindset, relishing
in the humiliating display of your anus, impaled by a plug
symbolizing your submission; deliberately asserting her status
over you; a common wench who must obediently accept wearing it or
suffer the cane.

	"Pose three is your body in profile, usually with hands on your
head or behind your neck; make sure to arch your back letting
your behind stand out and thrust out your chest.

	"Pose four is like pose one but with movement; your feet spread,
jerk your pelvis ahead, and then slowly draw it back. You are
showing the madam that your vagina is ready for her pleasure.

	"Pose five has more movement, watch." She began to rotate her
hips, while turning slowly. They both performed a slow dance
churning and turning.
"Now with each pose there are variations, you can turn your hands
flat out away from you body. You can place your fingers on your
shoulders, or hands behind you back, that way your arms are not
shielding any part of your body. Finally you can place your hands
on top of your head or behind you neck; that way all parts of
your body are exposed. You will learn eventually by watching her
face where your hands should be, but don't worry about that for
now.

	"Once your flesh has fanned her flames to the point where she's
ready, she'll order you into whatever position suits her at that
moment. 'Using you' is the key here, because that's what she
does. She'll never fondle and kiss you to make you feel good,
only to feed her own lust for a climax; your feelings or your
climax is of no concern to her."

	"But...but how could that be Sandra, that she doesn't care; when
she licked me I felt like heaven inside?"

	"She did that because it made her feel good, she was using you
to achieve her climax not yours; don't forget she gets pleasure
from caning you as well and you don't enjoy that. So you see, she
couldn't care less about your feelings. There are exceptions to
that, sometimes she'll demand to hear and see you climax, usually
just before she does. But again it is only to satisfy herself, by
demanding you do; you can't fake it, she'll know. Finally if she
claps her hands and holds out her arms during any pose, you'll
fly into her embrace or her vagina if she's lying down with her
legs spread, literally attacking her with wild passion. She never
snuggles quietly during intercourse like we do; her path to
satisfaction is passionate and wild.
 	
	"You must never slow or stop gratifying her, even for an
instance, until she reaches her climax, then you kiss and caress
her tenderly until told not to. Why don't you show me all the
poses while I pretend to be the madam?"

Olivia went through the poses including some variations while
Sandra made comments." That was pretty good Olivia you're a quick
study. Now, do it again with this blindfold on." She posed
eagerly, sometimes laughing and apologizing when loosing her
balance a couple of times. "That will take some practice Olivia
but you're doing fine. Take off the blindfold now" She clapped
her hands, holding out her arms and Olivia flew into her embrace.

	"I'll practice every day Sandra when I'm alone in here." She was
interrupted by a bell sounding twice from the kitchen. "What was
that Sandra?"

	"That's the upstairs bell; I'm needed there."

	"But it rang in the kitchen."

	"It's hooked up with strings or something going through the
walls and floors. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to perform a
massage, the madam likes that."

"What is a massage Sandra?" She didn't answer and removed the
plug before leaving. She felt abandoned without Sandra and the
plug and deciding to practice her poses. She put on the
blindfold, doing them over and over, until she dropped and fell
to sleep.

She woke when Sandra kissed her, while removing the blindfold.
Olivia, half asleep cuddled up moaning cosily. "Do I pose now
madam?"

	"This is Sandra not your madam; wake up, I want to talk."

	"Oh Sandra I posed for hours I think."
	"That good, now listen, your madam likes female love making. So
do I and so do you...I think?"

	"Oh yes Sandra it makes me feel so..."

	"I thought you would say that," she found her lips in the dark
and kissed her passionately. "Now, when you masturbated at home,
did you fantasize about anyone?"

	"Well yes...sometimes; there was this handsome boy in the
village and then of course the prince in my dreams."

	"What about women, did you fantasize about women?"

	"Sometimes, well a lot of times I did, yes." She cradled
Sandra's neck and snuggled in tight, cooing.

	"Um... there are some women who like sex with women only and
they don't really care that much for men or not at all. Women
like that have a special way they like to have sex with other
women. So you will experience that tomorrow with the madam; you
will of course submit to her wishes, right?"

	"Of course Sandra, anything she wants."

The Kitchen

	Olivia was scrubbing pots when the mistress entered the kitchen
in the morning. She curtsied and then immediately fell to her
knees.

	"Yes wench what is it?"

	"The plug madam in my behind, would madam please put it there."

	"Very well, up on the table wench." Olivia clambered up on a
chair and then the table on her knees. Sandra prepared the plug
and the madam pushed it in shaking and jerking it.

	"There get back to your chores wench."

	"Yes madam and thank you." She curtsied, feeling her servant's
position was secure again and watched through the corner of her
eye while the madam inserted Sandra's plug.

	"I'll take my lunch in the drawing room today Sandra, after you
clean up, bring in the wench as we discussed."

	"Yes madam," they both curtsied as she left.

Drawing Room

	After lunch Olivia was blindfolded and taken to another part of
the house. After performing all her poses she was embraced,
fondled, and passionately kissed by the madam.

	"Wench, I have fondled your body because it pleased me, now you
will fondle mine." Olivia began in a gingerly manner to caress
her madam's body. "More passion wench," she dug her fingers into
her madam's flesh, her breasts, her thighs and her cheeks.
"That's better, kiss my nipples and finger my vagina." Olivia
slowly began to feel at ease with being an active sex partner.
Her blindfold was removed and she was told to get on her hands
and knees. She watched Sandra strap a belt on the madam with a
carved wood pole, crowned by a strange clefted mushroom-like
knob, sticking out from where her vagina was. The madam came
close, placing the tip of the pole near her mouth.

	"Suck on this wench, make it nice and wet." She opened her mouth
and covered the pole with saliva, totally confused. She was then
ordered to lie down on an ottoman and spread her legs. The madam
mounted her, fitting the pole to her vagina and then slowly
pushed it in. She gasped, feeling a little pain at first but soon
it became pleasurable, this was like her ladle-handle just a
little larger with that strange knob. "Rock your body wench show
me you like it."
	The madam barely had to tell her; she embraced her madam as she
stroked her slowly at first. Olivia climaxed again and again,
until the madam stopped and pulled out, rolling off her "What do
you think this looks like wench; have a good look at it." She
stared at the pleasurable item, thoughtfully shaking her head.

	"It's a carved wooden pole madam."

	"So you have never seen anything like it?"

	"No madam...never!"

	"It is an exact copy of a man's erect penis." Olivia stared in
amazement at the carved pole.

	"I...I've never seen a penis madam." She knew of course that men
had some kind of external organ like farm animals but this was a
revelation.
"Well, now that you know what a wood copy feels like, did you
like it?"
"Yes madam it was good inside me." Sandra removed the harness
from the madam and strapped it on Olivia. She was surprised to
feel that another pole was inserted in her own vagina from the
strap between her thighs. Sandra then unscrewed the penis pole
and mounted a larger one. The madam spread her legs, reaching for
her. She clumsily obeyed and with Sandra's help fitted the pole
into her vagina.

	She began to move, gingerly stroking the pole in and out,
feeling very awkward. She was now in a way a man, having real sex
with a woman. Sandra grasped her plug and worked it, making her
moan as she stroked her madam. She climaxed several times as the
wooden pole in her vagina and the plug just about drove her
crazy. She stroked her madam faster and deeper until she groaned
with pleasure and pushed her away.

	The madam then got up and ordered Sandra to take her place. She
spread her thighs and reached for Olivia. The madam watched
intently for a while and the ordered them to stop. They were then
ordered to their knees; she nodded at Sandra.

	"Thank you for allowing me to pleasure my madam's body." She
then nodded atOlivia, who repeated Sandra's words.

	"The cane Olivia, and position." She pointed in a trancelike
manner at the menacing object on the wall. Olive handed it to
her, taking up the position next to Sandra. They both received
three lashes, after which she hand-slapped them a few times and
then caressed and kissed their cheeks. They both thanked her and
were then dismissed.

To be continued

Reavan

