The Dominant Male

husband, girl, you must bend your knees to appear shorter. Do it now. No! No! Don’t bend at the waist, squat down and bend your legs, but keep your carriage upright and erect. Believe me; you don’t want his eye to fall on you!’
    Hannah, or Chastity as she seemed to be called now, did as she was bid, though it felt ridiculous. The black silk skirts of her new uniform were voluminous, however, and by crouching at the knees and semi-squatting she could appear to be some inches shorter, her long legs concealed under the bell of skirt and petticoats. And when she did meet Lord Horace Thundridge, three days later, she managed to crouch, as instructed, before he turned his cold, grey eyes on her, and she was glad that he only perused her for a second or two before turning back to his exquisite wife.
    It was a further three days before the thunderbolt. Chastity had been worked very, very hard. She had not expected the position of chambermaid to be easy but Prudence proved a tartar, keeping her working all day and long into the evenings. Polishing, cleaning, helping to dress her Ladyship, helping to undress her Ladyship, helping her Ladyship to dress again in another fabulous confection
    On this occasion Lady Beatrice had stripped to stays and pure white silk stockings. Prudence undid the drawstring of her Ladyship’s lawn drawers and the garment slithered down her legs to reveal her nakedness.
    ‘What are you looking at, Chastity, have you never seen a lady’s quim, before?’
    ‘No… My lady,’ Chastity managed somehow. And this was true. Her mistress’s cunny was not like anything that she had seen before, being quite shaven and having two silver rings piercing the outer lips.
    ‘Tell, me girl. Do you know how to minette ?’
    Chastity blinked, unable to take her eyes off the gleaming silver rings. ‘I, I’m sorry, my lady, I don’t know what that means.’
    Lady Beatrice laughed. ‘No,’ she said, ‘I don’t suppose you do. Show her, Prudence.’
    ‘Yes, my lady,’ the lady’s maid said and with much rustling of skirts, sank to her knees in front of her mistress. Chastity watched, astonished and aghast, as the dark-haired girl put her lips to her Ladyship’s quim and began licking.
    ‘Oh! Ah! Shit, shit, that’s it…’ Lady Beatrice said between gasps and little groans of pleasure, ‘stick it in you little bitch. Stick it right in or it will be the riding whip again… No, wait! Hold! I want to see how this new trollop manages.’
    Chastity swallowed when she heard this, her heart pounding furiously. It was outrageous, and yet it was not just that she did not dare to refuse her mistress. Some strange fascination had her in its grip and she took Prudence’s place, finding her face but inches from Lady Beatrice’s swollen cunny. The smooth, pink flesh, so cruelly pierced by gleaming metal rings, was wet with Prudence’s saliva, and perhaps not only that. She opened her mouth and stuck out a tentative tongue.
    ‘Useless!’ Lady Beatrice spat some moments later. ‘Why are they all so useless? Why is it so hard to find a servant who knows how to tongue these days? You need to tickle my clit you silly trollop!’
    ‘She needs to be learned,’ Prudence put in nastily, ‘your crop would learn her, my lady.’
    ‘I’ll learn you if you are pert again, Miss,’ hissed her Ladyship. ‘That’s better! Round and round then… Oh bugger it!’
    Chastity found her ears seized and her face rammed hard into Lady Beatrice’s engorged pussy, the silver rings clinking against her teeth. Shrieking between shouting the foulest oaths that Chastity had ever heard, her mistress simply ground herself into her maid’s face, no longer concerned what the helpless girl did with her tongue but simply mashing her sex into the girl’s mouth and nose and chin as her whole body juddered and her swearing became delighted screaming.
    Released at last, Chastity licked her lips, wishing she had a handkerchief to wipe the juices from the rest of her face, as Lady Beatrice sprawled on the chaise, gasping and quietly moaning. Her ladyship seemed to be in a dream and so she got up from her knees, and looked around. Prudence was regarding her with amusement mingled with malice.
    ‘That…’ Lady Beatrice said at last, opening a beady green eye and regarding Chastity through it ‘…was wanting. If I wanted to frot myself I might as well have used the bedpost!’
    ‘I’m, sorry, my Lady,’ Chastity said in a weak