Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 18:20:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 11

Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking

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Paris

	"Yes" Monique said, stepping in to my home and smiling.
	"Yes?" I asked. Not sure what she meant.
	"I will come and live with you, we'll make a go of your tavern." I
was elated. She immediately turned and picked up two bags which she carried
to the bedroom. I closed the door and followed her.
	"You've left the stables already?" I asked.
	"I told the gentleman last week that I must leave. Said I'd a sick
cousin I must care for." She placed her hands on her hips and looked
around. "I haven't much to unpack I fear but I'll need a place to put my
things."
	"The wardrobe has plenty of room."
	 I helped her unpack and we soon went down to the tavern to prepare
for the following night's business.
	Monique and I never had said that we were sweethearts. Our
relationship seemed largely unspoken. We just seemed to fit together and it
was very comfortable I think for us both. I felt in no way that she was
falling in love with me, nor I her but what we had was warm and reassuring
and it was the most I could hope for, since even after so many years I did
not believe that I would ever love any one but Molly.
	With the first Saturday night we were living together we hosted
fifteen women in the tavern. And the following morning when I counted the
take and took in to consideration the drink that we would have to replace,
it turned out to be the first night that we had made a true profit. It was
little more than twenty francs but it was something and I was happier than
I had been in months.
	For the next six months the tavern managed to turn over at least
twenty francs a week. We had begun opening our doors on both Friday and
Saturday nights and our patronage and fame grew. Best of all I was able to
afford a piano and we had a negro girl named Jezebel that came in most
nights and sang while another, Angelique, played.
	My tavern was turning in to something to be proud of. I was meeting
women from all over Paris and even other parts of France. And the Madame
had seen fit to introduce me to three other women from her circle. A circle
that in time I would learn not only extended to the colonies via Catherine,
but reached in to Austria and England and indeed across Europe.
	I was quite satisfied with my success though it was moderate. My
ship provided a small profit of nearly a fifteen hundred francs each season
which I had decided I would save and use to make a downpayment on another
vessel. Already I was able to haul twice the cargo as any of Catherine's
ships. But this time I would procure a ship with both passengers quarters
and a large cargo hold. I wanted to help her with the slaves she moved out
of the American south. It seemed a noble cause and one she was still quite
involved in.
	My one ship had caused me to have to rent an office, hire a crew
and a man to manage it, as well as get cargo for the ship after Catherine's
shipments dried up during the growing season and winter. I was spending a
great deal of money for such a small profit and I guessed that for only the
cost of a second crew I could double my income. Of course I did not take in
to account that my insurance cost would double but even that was not so
significant.
	I set Catherine's lawyer, and since I had begun to pay him, my
lawyer, on a quest to find me a proper vessel.
	His search lasted for two months. I was at home minding dinner when
he came to call. I was surprised to see him since it was customary for him
to send word or wait until I came to get my allowance.
	"I have a ship I think." He said as he entered my home and removed
his hat.
	"It has passenger space?"
	"Yes. But it is not new. I think it would be wise to assume the
mortgage on a vessel. It will cost less to acquire and we don't have to
wait for it to be built. It's already crewed as well."
	"You're sure this is best?"
	"It is already contracted to a Dutch company. It will be providing
a handsome income from the day you sign the papers."
	"What of Catherine, I want to ship for her in the fall."
	"That can be arranged." He said. The way he looked at me told me
that he knew why I specifically wanted room for passengers. It was a
dangerous pursuit. My ship could be confiscated.
	"Have you received any word from Catherine?"
	"Only that things are as they have always been. She would not share
any more intimate details with me I assure you." The lawyer half
smiled. What he did or did not know about his employer would remain a
mystery though I had every reason to believe that he had no idea about her
darker secrets.
	I regretted that I did not have a letter for him to send to her
then. I should have written her but I had no way of knowing I would have
seen him that day. All the same I resolved that I would write both Alice
and Catherine that night and bring the letters to him in the morning.
	And that was what I did. I wrote them both and delivered the
letters. The next time I saw him he not only had good news regarding my new
ship but a letter from Catherine and Alice each.
	I was relieved to learn that Catherine had indeed reopened the
tavern. It was not and likely never would be again, what it once was, but
it was something at least. It seemed so sad to me that such a wonderful
thing as she had done for all of us, women of this mind that is, was gone
forever and over nothing more than wealth, and the need to pass it on.
	My own tavern however was far better. It was turning a tidy profit
on it's own. Not great wealth that would sustain such a lifestyle as I had
lived with Catherine or even Josephine, but it was fine enough that I
always had enough money to do what I wanted.
	I began to wonder if I should not develop my own inner circle of
close friends. I dreamt of the days when I might, like Catherine, throw
elaborate parties filled with debauchery and sin. Little by little I found
myself collecting erotic literature. I was looking for hints about how I
might accomplish all that Catherine had.
	I had managed to collect quite a library of positively awful
stories. I had them hidden away just as I had seen Catherine do, folded
within the pages of more respectable books. I needed a home though. A place
to throw parties. The tavern would not do.
	I began searching Paris for a larger home, one suitable for my
plans. My ships were creating enough of an income that coupled with my
allowance and the little money from the tavern I would be able to afford a
town home not at all unlike that owned by the Madame. That should be large
enough I thought.
	I would start small however, I would create a tea party as I had
seen in New York. I would begin to develop my inner circle through
carefully evaluating those women I knew best from my Friday and Saturday
nights.
	There was no doubt that the Madame and Monique would of course be
there. Angelique and her ex-slave lover Jezebel also seemed to be likely
possibilities. I needed more though. I had to be careful however, these had
to be my closest friends only. What I wouldn't have given to have Alice and
Eliza there to join me. Catherine as well. I knew so many women but they
were all spread across the globe, leaving me only with the few I knew in
Paris to choose from.
	I began to wonder if perhaps I should not save my money to buy a
third ship and then seek out a larger home. I had heard of steam ships by
now and wondered if I could acquire such a vessel. Of course they were
still very young and I did not know that they were not considered sea
worthy at all.
	In the end I chose to find a new home. It would allow me to begin
developing my inner circle. I already had two ships and even with only a
small amount of money I could acquire a third at any time.
	Again my Lawyer helped me. I sent him about looking for a larger
house. I asked to entertain properties on the out skirts of the city, but
that if there was nothing I could afford then he should find a town home
within the city.
	And so it was that by the year's end I had a new town home. It was
very large for something in the city. It had three floors. On the first the
kitchen, sitting room a formal dining hall and a parlor. On the third,
several bedrooms. And finally the second and the reason I bought the
house. It had a party hall. Really little more than a large open space with
room for a small orchestra. Of course for my uses, there would be no music,
no dancing. If indeed the second floor came to use at all. It was built in
such a way as to have a small, private courtyard which was neither visible
to neighbors nor from the street.
	The house was sufficient for my tea party and hopefully the
debauchery I wished soon to indulge in. I had assembled a list of six women
I would invite to my first tea party when I received word that Catherine
was coming to Paris to breed a horse. I worried that the horse might not
survive the journey.
	I decided to delay my first tea party until she arrived. It seemed
to be perfect that she should be at my first gathering, seeing that most of
what I now knew and enjoyed I owed to her.
	It was early spring when Catherine arrived in Paris. She bred her
horse as she had come to do then came at once to my home.
	I welcomed her in to my home and soon took her out to my tavern. I
needed her approval, I craved it. She had been the first and now there was
me and the destiny I was making for myself.
	"And the tavern support's itself you say?" She asked as I lead her
up the back stair in to the apartment above.
	"Indeed. For quite some time now."
	"Well that's certainly more than I could claim, but of course Paris
is much larger so surely you must have more patrons."
	"Perhaps." I agreed. "But Madame La Granade sells me the drink at I
price I could not get elsewhere."
	Catherine smiled at me and laid her palm against my cheek. I closed
my eyes and enjoyed her touch. It seemed a life time since I had last felt
it. And seeing her then only served to remind me how much I missed her and
the others.
	"My daughter." She whispered. "You make me proud. To have
accomplished so much in so short a time, were I to start with so little I
do not think that I could have done as well."
	"You tease me. Of course you could." I laughed.
	"No. I have known wealth and privilege all of my life. I honestly
do not know how I might begin so humbly. Indeed you've had great fortune
but you've also been wise enough to use that to make your own way in the
world."
	"Which reminds me." I began. "Catherine, your generosity has been
something I could not have done without. But my ships and my tavern support
me now. And you are right, I do wish to make my way in the world. So I
think I should refuse the allowance that you have been giving me from now
on."
	"The allowance." Catherine chuckled to herself. "Well that was a
gift from Madeline to you, not from me. It was her dying wish."
	"But surely she would like to see me living so well now, on my
own. And of course my gratitude to you both knows no bounds but the time
has come for me to fly on my own wings." I said confidently.
	"I hear Josephine in you." She said. Catherine nodded her head. "I
think Madeline would be proud of you. Of all you have done. As I am."
	"And so you will come to my tea party tomorrow?" I asked.
	"I wouldn't miss it." She eyed me curiously.. "I thought that I
would pass on a legacy I could be proud of. To someone in Philadelphia,
Alice or Eliza. I had no idea that it would be you that took up my banner
and all on your own too. What we had in The United States might be gone but
you have breathed new life in to it here."
	"I only hope I can do justice to it. I fear I am not you."
	"No, you are you. The girl that endured a year with my
Mistress. The girl that has begun to build a fortune of her own, and from
having once been a seamstress paid only a dollar a week. You survived
Maddy's death, the loss of what I had built. You've no idea the strength
you have. You are a powerful woman, never let yourself forget that." She
stood and we walked toward the front door. I did not live in the house any
longer but I did maintain it. "And so you said that you and Monique
have..."
	"Yes." I laughed. "She's a wonderful girl. But I'm afraid she is
not happy. She wishes to be independent. She does not like relying on me to
sustain her."
	"No I would not think she would."
	"I'm afraid that in time we will part ways." I confessed.
	"Do you love her?"
	"In a manner of speaking I suppose."
	"But not like Molly?" Catherine asked. "Remember girl, it's never
again like that first time."
	"I know. But I am sure I am not in love. I don't feel as if I'm
floating, nor giddy at her touch."
	"Well, I should hope that if she does go her own way, you do not
discover that you were in love after all." Catherine took my arm and we
found a coach to take us back to my town house.
	Finally after so much time the day had come. The day of my tea
party. I had Catherine there. Monique and of course the Madame. Angelique
and Jezebel. I had also invited Penelope. She reminded me of the precocious
and quite endearing Alice. And last of all Nan. Nancy was at the tavern
nearly every night we were open and spent much of her time in my company. I
knew she was only hoping to gain favor with me but she impressed me. And of
course feeling admired influenced me as well.
	My maid, Josette, served the tea. She was a young girl I had
acquired from a house not unlike the one I grew up in. She was being raised
in a home for girls. I had watched her a time and she stood out to
me. Perhaps that secret instinct we such ladies have for knowing one
another. I did not know but I had gone to the lady of the house and
requested her specifically to come and be my servant. Even if she was not
like me, she was shy and demure and always did exactly as she was told. I
could rely on her silence should she see anything that gave us away. She
was paid well and had fine quarters and food. Speaking would cost her that
and I imagined she would not be willing to give it up.
	My other servant, my cook, I was sure was a sodomite. He was, much
like a woman indeed and at twenty five had never married nor did he have
any woman he was courting. He was however visited from time to time by a
gentleman and I simply left them to one another in his quarters, less than
interested in what relationship they truly had. What mattered was that I
could enjoy a measure of freedom within my home.
	We sat talking. The ladies complimenting my home. All but Penelope
were far wealthier than I so I knew that they were only being polite. But
all the same it was nice to hear.
	We drank tea for only a short time. However we remained in my
parlor talking, and getting to know one another better. The good Madame had
brought cigars and we all enjoyed one, much to the distress of my maid. I
found myself amused by her reaction to seeing we ladies sitting about
smoking.
	Eventually the sun set and we went to the dining hall to enjoy
dinner. I had not planned on the tea party lasting so long but I was happy
to let it continue until the ladies wished to leave.
	We ate and talked. As I sat looking around my dinning table I
realized that I'd not invited a single boy to the party. In fact they
seemed more rare in Paris strangely. I had to find more. It would not do to
have only parties for we clucking hens. We needed boys, many women
preferred them to the ladies. I myself even had a special place in my heart
for them, though in my life I had come to realize that I very much
preferred a true lady in my bed.
	There were plenty such women who visited my tavern. Some were even
courting ladies there. I knew nearly every one of my patrons by name, and
spoke with them all any time I could. I knew so little else about them
though.
	The six women I had before me now would certainly be required for
any proper guest list I might make but I very much needed to add diversity
to such a list.
	It would take me nearly another year to develop the proper
relationships. But when it was done I had four boys and three more girls
that I would consider inviting to a private party. Of course the women of
the tea party and the others did not include my dearest friends from
America. Constance, her beloved Mary. Josephine and of course Catherine,
Alice and Eliza. Even if they could not make the long journey to Paris I
would invite them.
	What would I do at such a party I wondered though. Had Catherine
not done nearly everything that could be done? Of course she had but I
realized that it would all be fresh and new to my guests. They had never
known such things and I could still provide them with a grand
spectacle. Perhaps I would not have a live show at the end of the final
night but to offer Absinthe and stories and simply a place that we could
indulge such lusts as we could no where else might be enough.
	Monique had moved on with her life. She had returned to training
horses. I missed her but I was happy that she was doing what she loved. I
still counted her among my dearest and closest friends and believed that
she would likely always be a part of my life. There was no ill will between
us. I understood her need to be independent. Besides, Monique much
preferred the tom boys to ladies.
	I had been forced to find another bartender when she returned to
her first love. For weeks I had been trapped behind the bar serving the
drinks. That is until one of the tom boys offered to take the job. Nathalie
was her name. I paid her generously and she proved to be a perfect
employee, even helping me clean the tavern after each night.
	It seemed that the time had come for me to begin preparing for my
first party. I prepared everything I would need. My cook had all he needed
to create a fine spread of treats for the women. I had imported cigars from
South America. I had all manner of obscene literature prepared. Surely I
would find something in my collection to titillate my guests.
	Finally I prepared the invitations. First I sent off those that
would have to cross the ocean to New York and Philadelphia. The party would
not be for another six months but they had to arrive in time for my
American friends to come if they indeed wished to do so.
	Waiting another two months I then sent those invitations through
out Paris that I wanted to. I had no close friends from other parts of
Europe, mostly because I did not travel. And as I looked at my rather short
guest list I thought to myself that perhaps I should plan to travel at
least some part of the year. I could even pick my destinations based on
names I might pry from the good Madame's lips.
	I stood looking out my window. I had handed off my letters to a
courier to have them delivered. I would soon begin to receive confirmations
or declines. I hoped for the former from every one but could think of at
least three of the women that might not want to come.
	Surprisingly shortly after sending out the invitations I began to
receive my first confirmations.
	Within a month all but one of the women from Paris had agreed to
come. I had also heard back from Catherine. She was preoccupied with a new
battle she was fighting with her husband and could not leave. Alice and
Eliza however sent word that they intended to be at my party. I did not
ever hear back from Constance or Josephine. I had no way of knowing if they
would just arrive and so I planned for them to be there.
	And so when the day finally came that I expected my guests to
arrive I found myself brimming with excitement. However I had to prepare
Josette. She might well see much of what would be happening and I could not
have her reacting to it.
	"Josette dear." I said, after she responded to my ringing bell. She
casually curtsied before me, keeping her eyes down. I did not demand it of
her but she did it all the same. "What do you understand about the ladies
you serve tea to every Tuesday?"
	"Understand Madame?" She asked. "I'm sure I don't know what you
mean."
	"Hmm, is that so? Well then perhaps I should ask you this. Have you
any idea why I picked you over any of countless servants I could hire in
Paris?" She shook her head. "Well. It is because I seemed to sense a
difference in you. Something about you that makes you fit quite well in to
my home if it's true."
	"Madame?"
	"Have you not noticed they way some of the women that come here
look at one another? At you even?" Again she shook her head. "Dear I shall
just come out with it then. Josette, I suspect that you would much prefer
the touch of a woman if you had such a choice."
	"Madame!" She gasped.
	"Oh don't seem so shocked. Surely you had to know that I myself
did. Did you never wonder why Monique and I shared a bed when there were
other rooms for her to sleep in?" I smiled as I got up. I placed my hand on
her shoulder and encouraged her to look me in the eyes. "Truly?" She shook
her head.
	"Tis not my place to speak of such things." She said quietly.
	"No but still you can understand them can't you?" She nodded. "And
you? It is your desire to is it not?" There was a long silence. She hardly
blinked and her eyes seemed distant.
	"Tis improper Madame." She finally managed.
	"You would speak to me of impropriety? Here in my home? Indeed out
there beyond my walls this is true but here we are free women. You are
free." I looked deep in to her eyes. "I ask you again, do you not desire
the touch of a woman?" She gave a single nod of her head and quickly looked
away, blushing. "Have you ever known the exquisite joy?" She shook her
head.
	I suddenly found myself overwhelmed with temptation. Oh how I
desired to be a girl's first. To touch her as no other ever had. I felt as
if my flesh was burning for her. And how perfectly scandalous indeed, that
I should contemplate such a thing with my own servant.
	I desired to whisk her away, carry her to my room and violate her
tenderness with my wicked device. And surely it showed in my face for her
expression became fearful. "Madame?" She asked of me. "It is but a thought
to me, only something I dream of, please I beg of you, if I never indulge
myself then surely I can be cured of it."
	"Cured?" I laughed. "I have indulged. I have indulged in such
debauchery as you would never believe and I can tell you without any doubt
that you do not wish to be cured dear." I moved close to her, letting her
feel the warmth of my breath on her neck. From the corner of my eye I saw
she blushed and she seemed to dip as her knees grew weak. "Would you have a
man know you? Waste your youth on him only to discover in your autumn years
that you should have followed your heart?"
	"Madame." She said in a breathy whisper.
	"If that is your wish then I leave you too it." I stepped away from
her. "Tonight and for at least the next three days you will see such
terrible wonders as you have never known. You must not be shocked. To react
in any way would bring a dark cloud over my party."
	I was beginning to have a positively awful thought. Perhaps I could
give my guests a proper show. Not only the taboo of knowing the help, but
for it to be the girl's first time. Surely that would provide a
thrill. What of her though? I wondered if it was proper to use a girl's
first time for entertainment. Especially one so shy as Josette. I felt like
a monster for thinking it, but the temptation was wearing down my will.
	"Are you to use me in your games?" She asked, sounding afraid. I
cupped her cheek in my hand and smiled.
	"You cannot imagine the temptation." I said. "But I will not abuse
you."
	I did not let it go at that though. I should have and perhaps I
shall always feel a hint of guilt for not leaving the poor girl be. No. I
waited an hour and went to find her again. She was in my room making my
bed. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist. I
pressed my lips to the back of her neck and she leaned her weight back
against me. I felt her grow weak in my arms and her head fell back.
	I pressed my lips to her neck again but this time I parted them and
just pinched her fair, soft flesh between my teeth. She was trembling in my
arms.
	"Madame." She begged but I continued to shower temptation on her.
	"Can you imagine it?" I asked her. "To feel the soft warm flesh of
a naked breast against your palm?" A quiet gasp escaped her lips. "To feel
the silky hairs covering the mons of another such as yourself?"
	She now nearly had all of her weight supported in my arms. Gently I
laid her on the bed and crawled over her. I pressed my lips to hers and
cupped one of her breasts in my hand.  "I mustn't." She whispered. I
ignored her. I untied the front of her dress and pulled her breasts free. I
covered a nipple with my mouth and suckled her. I could feel her breath
coming shorter now.
	Finally I sat back, straddling her hips. "You wish to be cured of
this? To never feel such elation again? The trepidation? The fear and
temptation and desire? The softness found only in another woman's touch?"
Sweat was beading on her forehead. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks
flushed. I stood up and walked toward the door. "Then as you wish, I'll not
tempt you again." I said firmly, reaching for the door handle.
	"Madame? You intend to just leave me in such a state?" She said,
closing her dress and tying it again. She swallowed hard and looked quite
ashamed.
	I felt my belly tighten. She was as good as asking me to take
her. To have her for the first time ever. I so wanted to do just that, and
right then but I did not. I simply turned toward her. "Darling girl, How
would you like that your first time be not only a fond memory for you, but
something cherished by many?"
	"Madame?" She looked afraid.
	I approached her, sitting across from her on the bed. "For my
guests, a show of sorts. I shall have you, show you all the wonders you
would deny yourself. And my guests shall look on all the while." Tears
formed in her eyes and she looked terrified. "Such wonders I could show
you." I whispered. "Do this and they shall all love you, you'll not be a
mere servant but a cherished addition to my inner circle."
	I had not the time to get an answer as someone rang the
doorbell. The first of my guests. Josette composed herself quickly and
hurried by me. I soon followed taking my place in the parlor.
	I had my back to do the door when Josette lead my guest in. "Madame
Josephine Prauge." She announced. I gasped, standing and spinning to face
her in a single motion. I nearly ran across the room to stand before her.
	My first instinct was to fall to my knees before her. I could have
never imagined missing her as I did, not after all I had endured at her
hand but there I was, awed.
	Before I could recover from the surprise of her arrival Sandra
stepped from behind her and tears immediately built in my eyes. However I
did not forget etiquette. "My Mistress." I whispered.
	"Elizabeth dear." She smiled at me, then took me in an embrace
which I was nearly too shocked to return. She soon stepped aside and my
attention fell on Sandra. She was trying not to show how glad she was to
see me, but I had no such concern.
	"Sandra." I took her hand in mine and kissed it, then bowed low
before her.
	"I brought her for you." Josephine whispered next to my ear. I
glanced at her then again at Sandra.
	"Is it your wish to be here?" I asked. That was what truly mattered
to me.
	"It is miss, so very much indeed." I wrapped my arms around her and
held her tight for a long moment. I had missed her more than I'd have
thought as well.
	"I'll go and help the maid, miss." She said with a quick
curtsy. She left me there with my former mistress alone before I could stop
her.
	"Constance sends her regrets. She wanted to come but simply
cannot." I nodded my head when she spoke.
	"I'm honored and delighted you would brave the seas for me." I said
to her as we made our way to a sofa. "How is New York? And all of my
friends?"
	"All is well, all is as it has been. Though I must admit my home
feels empty with out a girl to serve me." She glanced at the door and
smiled. "I could always use Sandra to my heart's content but it simply
isn't the same."
	When she said it I suddenly felt something I'd not known I could
feel, jealousy. I did not want Sandra used in any way, especially in any
way that might cause her distress.
	"You still desire her." Josephine said with a smile. My face
certainly must have betrayed me.
	"I cannot lie to you Mistress." I said. "Indeed even after such a
time I do."
	"Then I will tell you what you already know. You may take her any
time, should she wish it."
	I wondered if Josephine teased me. Perhaps she knew that Sandra
would never leave her. Perhaps she only said it to torment me. I was not
sure but I was sure that even if I put the question to my lovely Sandra
again she would refuse me.
	Through out the day most of my guests arrived. However the Madame
and several of the others waited until the sun had set.
	When at last every one was there we sat in the parlor and I passed
out cigars to all. I looked around the room at the women, feeling somewhat
satisfied though Alice and Eliza were absent and it disappointed me.