# Chapter Twenty-Eight: Dessert for the Maids

Author: | Gospodin

"Miss Sang, you really must teach the staff better!" the Master scolded the vamp playfully.

"My Apologies, Sir. The Agency sent this one over new today, and we were not made aware of any particular lack of coordination in her profile. I assure you she will be disciplined!"

"I should hope so! But since she embarrassed me in front of my guest, I insist that it happen right here and now!"

"Quite right, Sir."

At that, Miss Sang bent Marie over the back of the sofa and tucked the back of her skirt up somehow, exposing her ass to the air. The vamp then buckled the handle of her leash around one of the front legs, holding her face-down on the seat. Marie had to keep her head turned to one side because of the duster gag, and she found herself looking up at the two men on the other couches.

"Miss Sang, I think we should warm her up before you begin, don't you?" asked the Master of the house, "Jack, would you do the honors?"

"With pleasure!" John Steed (now Jack, Marie noted) nodded politely and rose to his feet, disappearing around behind her.

Marie squirmed as she felt his fingertips caressing her backside, and realized that he was tracing circles in the juices she had consciously secreted earlier. His palm rested on her rump for a while, and then he began slapping small circles with his fingers. He started slow, covering all areas with one level of impact before escalating to something stronger.

This isn't a spanking delivered in passion or anger. This isn't a punishment or a game for our arousal. He is carefully and tenderly warming up my skin so that I can withstand something stronger. This is an unusual display of affection.

Marie willed her bottom to flush, and increased the level of wetness and physical sexual arousal just to be sure. She squirmed and moaned and affected a glassy far-off gaze.

"I think that's about the right color. She's all yours!" Marie groaned as Jack stepped away and returned to his seat.

Her groan was cut short, however, by the loud thwack of a flogger against her upper thigh. She caught her breath as she was expected to do, and played the part of the complaining slave through the slow heavy strokes and then the quicker windmill whipping. The vampy Miss Sang was clearly every bit as expert at the whip as Jack was with his bare hands.

Marie squirmed in her armbinder as Miss Sang fumbled with something, and soon felt the sharp lash of a long-tailed whip across her thighs. She squealed and danced on her toes, only to receive a matching blow crossing the first along the diagonal. Sang's skill held, and Marie received five perfect "X" welts going from just under her tailbone down to her stocking-tops.

Marie saw admiration in the Master's eyes. The man was proud of his vamp and her skill. He watched the display as one would watch a musician, not considering the instrument as much as the actions taken on it.

Jack's gaze, however, was more focused on Marie. He watched her with a kindness tinted with hunger. He wanted her, and he wanted her to want him. He was smitten, somehow.

Miss Sang rummaged behind Marie some more, and then spoke.

"I trust that the gentlemen are satisfied with this demonstration. I shall send Cossette to collect her shortly. In the meantime, do you wish her to continue her duties?"

"No Miss Sang, that will be quite enough from this one. Have one of your other girls clean up the mess she made. Leave her like this to think about her mistakes."

"Quite right, Sir. If you will excuse me..."

Once she had left, the Master spoke to Jack again.

"What do you think of that Sang, eh? She's quite a hand with the whip, isn't she? What would you think of her as a candidate for apprivoisation? I wager it would be quite a struggle!"

"If what I understand of the process is true," smiled Jack, "she'd have herself by the throat on day one and would be licking her own boots by the end of the week!"

The two men laughed, and a hand reached down to release Marie's leash from the sofa. The blonde maid helped Marie straighten up, and then gently led her away.

As she walked on her ballet toes, Marie looked back at the men and caught Jack looking into her eyes. The two held each other's gaze for a moment before Marie passed behind the laquer screen and back into the service hall.

"Miss Sang says that you performed very well, Marie, and that I am to reward you for your excellent service." The girl unbuckled the gag and pulled the mouthpiece from Marie's teeth.

"Ooh, ah!" Marie tested her jaw a little, realizing she'd been clenching it for some time. "Thank you, er, Cossette, is it?"

The blonde nodded.

"Ah, well thank you for taking care of me. Can I get out of the armbinder now?"

Cossette smirked.

"Oh, you haven't been that good, sweetie."

There it is. There's that melancholy again. I'm reminding her of something she's lost.

"But never mind. You'll have a change of bondage for bedtime, and until then you have free run of the service areas. But for now, follow me and I'll get you some salve for the whip marks." Marie had no choice, as Cossette held her leash and took her upstairs to an area filled with bedrooms and sitting rooms.

The pair emerged from the service hall in a plush boudoir where a girl with long wavy red hair lay dreamily on an enormous bed. She had a collar and piercings exactly like Marie's, but her hair appeared to be natural (if dyed). The woman held a violet wand in one hand, waving it in slow lazy circles over her naked body. Occasionally sparks of purple electricity leapt from the glass knob at the end, striking her naked flesh and causing her to yelp in surprise.

There's something odd about the way she's torturing herself. It's as though she's genuinely surprised when she brings the thing close enough to shock. It's a startling zap in any event, but she doesn't even anticipate it.

Cossette's unhappy aspect gained an edge of frustration at the sight of the girl. She jerked Marie's chain suddenly, dragging her over to an overstuffed bench in front of a vintage makeup desk. Marie knelt and bent over the bench, her breasts dangling over one side. Cossette opened and shut each of the drawers in turn, searching for something.

"Portia, where is the salve?" Her tone was impatient, suggesting a repeated argument she did not want to have again.

"Mmmm? Ooo! Fffffff..." Portia barely took notice.

"The cream, Portia. The soothing cream, for welts. Where is it?"

"Mmmmmistress forbids me its relief... AH!" Her voice was dreamy and distant.

"Oh honey, not again!" Cossette gave an exasperated sigh and stomped across the room. Returning with a wastebasket, she tipped its contents onto the floor in front of Marie. She brushed aside pieces of paper covered in tiny hairlike marks and snatched up a small jar.

"All right dear, this will help you heal a little faster." Marie felt a cold gel spread over the whip marks on her buttocks and thighs, and a tingling numbness spread through the skin.

Cossette's touch is gentle and kind, like Jack's. She is angry and sad and torn apart, but she still takes care to be sweet with me.

"There," Cossette set the jar on the vanity and wiped her fingers off with a tissue. "You won't be able to sit down properly until tomorrow, but you're welcome to rest there until we're called for supper."

"Thank you." Marie sighed, squirming a little in her monoglove as Cossette massaged her shoulders.

She lives to care for others. It's like a talent she was born with. She never needed to be trained for this, as I have. She always knew.

"mmmmaaaaaaah, thank you Mistress... when will I see you again..." Portia moaned from her bed, arching her hips. The wand was off and back in its case, and she rolled over.

"Ignore her, Marie." Cossette sighed, "She's miles away."

Marie knelt and watched as Cossette tidied up the room around Portia, sliding the case for the violet wand beneath the bed. Portia began tossing and turning, and eventually got up on her own knees and crossed her wrists behind her back. Cossette tidied the bedspread and then reached a finger out to Portia's chin.

"Hey, look at me sweetie. Are you all right? You were at it far longer than usual today."

Portia looked up and through Cossette, the dreamy look still in her eyes. She brought her arms around in front again and curled into a ball, blinking back tears.

"Oh come here Love," Cossette softened again and kneeled down to hold the woman and stroke her tousled hair. "Oh sweetheart, was it hard this time?"

Portia sniffled a little bit and then smiled.

"She is such a strict Mistress... But oh, tomorrow! She said tomorrow I am to be with her forever!" There was pride in her voice. The thought of it clearly gave her hope.

"Oh sweetheart, pay no attention." Cossette's voice began to crack a little, "You'll still be here with me, and I'll care for you and keep you and love you always!"

"Oh my dear Cossette," Portia spoke as if to a child who wouldn't accept reality, "You truly are more than I deserve."

And with that, Portia smiled and turned over, bending her forehead to Cossette's. The blonde maid sighed in surrender as the two girls nuzzled each other, finally brushing lips and soon pressing into a deep and intimate kiss.

Marie shifted her position slightly, trying to shake a little slack in the chain that ran through her piercings without too much tugging. Once she'd found a more stable position, she lowered her corseted belly onto the fondant satin surface of the bench again.

The two girls kept at it, tracing fingertips up wrists, stroking hair, caressing cheeks, and tasting each other. Marie patiently watched, to the sounds of gentle moans, heavy breaths, and the wet-sounding smack of lips.

Time went on, and Cossette joined Portia on the bed, her skirts whispering loudly as knees swung and legs scissored open. The two fell into each other, twisting wrapping and turning. They kissed and licked and moaned and inhaled sharply as each brought the other some well-practiced pleasure.

Their congress went from tender and intimate to growling and raucous. Marie thought she saw Cossette nearing climax, but held off at the edge while she worked to get Portia caught up. The rolling and wrestling reached a standstill, motion becoming tense and tight and local. Two female voices keened through two pretty noses in a call of urgency and hunger.

Marie had seen many types of reactions to orgasm before. Both of these girls were screamers.

Marie held her pose diligently while the two held each other in the afterglow for what must have been an hour. Finally the lights dimmed briefly and a silver bell rang over the doorway. Portia sighed and raised herself up on her elbows.

"Well, I suppose I'd better shower and get dressed for dinner. You should clean yourself off first."

"No," sighed Cossette in resignation, "I think the Master prefers it when I smell like sex. You go and get ready, and I'll take the slave down."

Portia slinked off to the shower, and Cossette fussed with her uniform in front of the mirror for a while. When she was satisfied that there were no stains or wrinkles, she touched up her makeup and made the bed.

Marie walked through the large tiled kitchen, Cossette again holding her lead. The cook and her assistants were all dressed normally, in loose cloth uniforms with matching aprons, hair tucked up into matching hats. Cossette oversaw the loading of a wheeled tray, checking off items on a clipboard. Once satisfied, she hooked Marie's lead to the cart and began pushing it down the hall.

The pair wheeled into a large dining hall, where the Master and Jack sat at opposite ends of a long dining table. One chair sat empty near the Master's side, but apart from candlesticks the table was unadorned.

"Tonight's first course is a butternut squash soup." Cossette whispered sweetly, but her voice carried well in the vast dining room. She lifted a silver cover to reveal a pot with a ladle and three bowls. Marie watched as Cossette lifted the bowls with graceful fluid motions and spooned soup into each one, topping them off with sour cream and a sprinkle of some sort of herb.

The Master was served, and then Jack second.

The Master of this house enjoys demonstrations of his power, however small. It is difficult to know just how much power he truly has.

As the two men began eating, Marie noticed a jingling sound from the hall behind the Master. Looking up, she saw Portia slink into the room in a black full-length sleeveless latex evening gown with matching opera gloves. The neckline plunged deep, and her hair was pinned up in an elegant bun held on with a steel tiara decorated with a single dangling ring. The effect highlighted her exposed throat, emphasizing the similarity between her hairpiece and her collar.

Portia's hips rocked dramatically as she walked, her gait hobbled by the manacle set she wore. Cuffs made to match her collar and tiara held each wrist and ankle, with pairs of limbs joined by heavy silver chains. A longer chain attached to her collar's ring ran down to join with the wrist chain and then the ankle chain.

"That's five strokes of the cane for tardiness." The Master didn't even pause while eating his soup. "And she will eat on the floor with the slave tonight."

Cossette had been holding out Portia's chair for her, but instead curtseyed and pushed it back in. Portia pouted and kneeled beside the Master, and Cossette released Marie's chain long enough to guide her onto her knees next to Jack.

Returning to the cart, Cossette spooned soup into two rubbery bowls, and snapped phallus-straw lids on top. She set a bowl in front of each kneeling girl and then wheeled the cart back to the kitchen.

Portia licked her lips seductively and grabbed the base of the bowl's cockstraw in her cuffed hands. Her chains rattled on the floor and her rubber dress squeaked and chirped as she began sucking soup from the dildo. Marie bent down, but with her arms bound behind her as they were, she couldn't cover the hole at the base with her fingers.

This is the true purpose of these bowls.

Marie steadied her breath and carefully took the phallus deep into her mouth, eventually taking the tip a little into her throat. With her lips covering the hole at the base, she tried swallowing. The effect wasn't nearly enough to draw soup all the way up the straw, but as she pulled back a little spilled out of the hole at the base and some ran over the lid.

Pulling off entirely, she licked the lid clean and tried again. Now that some of the soup was clogging the base hole, she didn't need to spend all her time deep-throating just to pull liquid up. She slowly built up a rhythm as she formed a seal, drew soup up, and swallowed what little came into her mouth. Occasionally she stopped to lap up spills with her tongue.

Looking across, Marie saw that Portia had finished before she had even eaten a third of hers. The other girl was staring at her meaningfully, grasping her cockstraw with both hands and running her tongue along its shaft. When she caught Marie's eye, she winked and gave a knowing grin and then deep-throated her own bowl's protrusion.

The two men had also finished with their soup, and had begun to talk about the dynamics of inflatable plugs and the abstract merits of "Dr. Rosenstock's apprivoisier program". Without context, Marie's analytical state of mind began to lose its effectiveness. She spent more and more of her willpower managing the rhythm of throat, suck, swallow, lick and less of it playing Sherlock Holmes. Finally she felt Jack's hand on her rump, caressing gently.

I have become aroused and wet, but I did not decide to. I am.. That is very pleasurable...

Cossette wheeled in the next course, which was some cut of meat Marie didn't catch the name of. The bowl of half-finished soup was taken from her and she was jerked upright with a tug on her lead that sent sparks through her nipples and slit. Marie sat on her boots, the pain from her welts causing further arousal and distraction.

The Master of the house grabbed Portia by the ring in her tiara and jerked her head back. From the way she winced, Marie guessed that it must have been woven into the bun of her hair. Portia opened her mouth wide, and the Master carefully cut a piece of meat and placed it delicately on her tongue and went on eating.

Marie only realized how long Portia had held it when she felt Jack's fingers holding a piece of food to her own lips. Her teeth parted, and she sucked his fingertips as she accepted the morsel, chewing hungrily as he returned to his knife and fork.

"Eat!" the Master barked, and Marie finally saw Portia take her tongue into her mouth and chew. Her eyes were glassy and distant again, and when she had swallowed she tipped her head back reopen her mouth and to lay her tongue. Jack fed Marie several times in the space it took for Portia to receive another piece and then to be ordered to eat it.

"...Oh I quite agree, Jack, but I still feel that the stainless steel is critical for long-term wear. The sensor data alone helps to maximize the time between removals for medical inspections. At any rate, I think it's time for dessert."

Cossette must have been waiting outside, for she wheeled in dessert wines, strawberries and cream, setting them before the two men. Portia dropped to all fours and noisily crawled under the table, and the Master spread his knees while she fumbled with the zipper of his trousers.

Cossette leaned down to Jack's crotch and undid his trousers for him, pulling out his cock and balls. She tugged gently on Marie's chain, guiding her under the table. Marie didn't need to be told twice.

Marie licked Jack's balls, and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Using her reflexes from the soup bowl, she took him deep into her, and licked and sucked in turns. As she worked, she listened to the sounds of eating and the voices of the Master, Jack and Cossette moaning in pleasure.

Soon Jack spasmed, and Marie worked quickly to suck him dry.

"Thank you, girl. You outdid yourself tonight. Have the slave clean you off and then Jack and I have Business to attend to with Portia in private tonight."

"Thank you, Sir." Cossette dragged Marie out from under the table, revealing that her uniform was undone and her breasts were spilling out over her corset. They were covered in cream, which showed the prints of fingers that had kneaded and massaged the goo into them. Her hands, of course, were covered in the stuff as well, as were her lips.

Marie licked Cossette's fingers dry, and obediently set to work on her bosom. The two men enjoyed this display, but Cossette put a stop to it once all the visible cream was gone. She curtseyed one last time to the gentlemen and then dragged Marie back into the service corridors.

Cossette threw Marie back against the wall of the room where the two had first laid eyes on each other. Breasts still spilling out of her dress, she mashed her lips into Marie's, kneading Marie's own exposed bosom beneath the piercings and chains. With the lead as a guide, she found Marie's clitoris and began teasing and rubbing her to arousal.

Between the bondage and the genuinely loving and giving ministrations of both Cossette and Jack, Marie quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm.

Ohgod breastkissdribblesqueeze cumtinglerublick teasepinchtwistsuck licksuckrub rub rubrubrubrubrub hereitcomes--

> YOU WILL NOT COME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

"Aah! No Mistress! I'm sorry Mistress!" Marie screamed in agony as she bucked away from Cossette's touch. Her piercings felt like they were on fire.

"What?" Cossette stopped, stunned.

> YOu... THINK YOU ARE Do... AM IN CHARge... I OWN y--

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress!" Tears flowed from Marie's eyes. The stones of the scullery floor almost echoed with the sounds of jeering nobles. Marie felt inside-out, as though she were floating a few inches above and behind her own head.

> WHEN WE FiRst... WILL BE PUNIsHED for... DISOBEDIEnT SLav--

The world snapped again, and Marie saw nothing but Cossette's terrified face.

"Oh Marie!" she sighed, lips twisting into a sob, "Not you too!"

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