Chapter Twenty-Eight: Dessert for the Maids
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 28
   :shs-keywords: Ff, Mf, bond, latex, mc, maid

"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."

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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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