Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 18:20:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 12

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

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Paris.

	On the first night of my party we drank Absinthe until we were all
giddy and nearly out of our minds. We smoked cigars and a few of the women
made love in the shadows of the parlor. It was in all not a bad night.
	The following morning I awoke and much like the rest of the women I
was suffering the ills of the previous night's indulgences. Josette
provided us a drink which she assured would alleviate our suffering. It did
not. However Josephine had brought with her some part or another of the
hemp plant and we smoked it from a tobacco pipe. It did not cure our ills
completely but it helped.
	A bit dizzy from the smoke and the remains of the previous night's
drink I sat at my dining table, waiting for the others to join me. As they
did in their time we began to eat a light brunch.
	With that finished we returned to the parlor. Some more drink and
the food we had eaten would find us all feeling much better by late
afternoon.
	I was sitting on a love seat with a number of the ladies around me
as I played my guitar and sang. In my sitting room the tom boys were
enjoying some debate or another, I would have to soon put in an appearance
with them, but for now was enjoying being the centre of attention.
	Josette stepped in to the parlor, and interrupting my song,
announced Eliza and Alice. I was in shock. I could hardly believe what I'd
heard. They had made it after all. I jumped up as they stepped in to the
room and ran to them, wrapping my arms first around Alice and then her
lover.
	"I thought you would not come."
	"Our ship put in to port six days ago, and it has taken us this
long to reach Paris." Eliza explained. "We only just arrived this morning."
	I turned my eyes to my dear Alice. I adored her and could hardly
believe that she was in my home all the way in France. Her face told me
that she was no less thrilled than I. "Come Eliza the boys are in the
sitting room." I lead her there and introduced her around, then took Alice
on my arm and returned to the parlor.
	The other ladies were talking among themselves and I was satisfied
that they did not need me to entertain them. I turned my attention fully on
lovely Alice. "How have you been? It seems a lifetime since last I saw
you."
	"Catherine's husband is troubling her. He wants to use her money to
buy a steam boat in Louisiana. He thinks that this can make him more
money."
	"And she's refused?"
	"No. She has not. But she has told him she will buy him two boats
on the condition that he divorce her without so much as a bread crumb more
from her."
	"She is a brilliant woman." I said absently. "And of course he does
not want to grant her this."
	"No. No he is several years her junior and believes that he will
out live her."
	"And her daughter?" I asked.
	"Has she told you what she named the girl?" Alice asked me. I shook
my head. "Elizabeth, in your honor."
	"Me?" I said, shocked. In all the time since the child had been
born I had never asked after her. This immediately brought me some measure
of guilt.
	"She never made love to you because she so dearly wished you had
been her daughter. She did and even now does, love you perhaps more than
any one else she's ever known."
	"I didn't know." I said quietly. Alice smiled.
	"You've no idea the pride she has in all that you've done since
leaving her home."
	"I couldn't have done any of it had it not been for her."
	"Well perhaps but you are the one that others will look to for
inspiration now." She gestured around the room. "Look at you." I blushed. I
hardly felt like a leader. It still seemed that I needed others so much. We
talked a time longer before Alice took my hand and lead me from the
parlor. "I want to see your room." She said with a wicked smile.
	I let her lead me up to my room. I knew what was coming and I felt
myself all to excited for it.
	We came to my door and I could hear voices in my room. It was
Sandra and Josette.
	"... She is gentle." Sandra said.
	"I'm so afraid." She sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.
	"If I could choose my first again it would only be her." Sandra
said.
	I wondered who exactly they could be talking about though I very
much hoped it might be me. As I listened it was clear that Josette was
considering what I'd proposed to her.
	I turned to Alice feeling a bit sad. As much as I wanted to make
love to her I simply could not. Not with Sandra here and Josette
considering my offer. I did not need to say anything though for her to
understand and we returned to the parlor to find that the tom boys had
joined the ladies and they were all talking in small groups.
	"Well ladies and gentlemen..." I began. Many of the girls giggled
and the tom boys all smiled. "Tonight we will indulge in a tradition
started by someone many of you might know... Catherine Pennington. Tonight
we will enjoy a most obscene tale. Until then my home is yours, please take
advantage of all I have to offer."
	While my guests moved about my house exploring and partaking of the
things I'd offered I went to find Josephine. When at last I did she was
speaking with the Madame. I joined them, but had nothing to contribute.
	When they had finished the conversation that they had been having I
had my chance to speak. "Is it entirely improper that I would like to have
my maid?" The Madame chuckled to herself but Josephine seemed to have no
reaction.
	"Josette?" Annabelle asked. I nodded my head. "She's a pretty
enough girl indeed. Is that why you fancy her."
	"No. No I'm afraid it much worse than that. I learned only
yesterday that she's never made love to another woman. To any one
actually."
	"Need I speak my opinion on it at all?" Josephine said, sounding
amused. I smiled, of course she would encourage me. Such things as knowing
the servants would not trouble her at all.
	The Good Madame shook her head and looked at Josephine
"Tsk. Tsk. Such a dishonorable woman." Josephine smiled proudly.
	"I think you do not know the half of it."
	"And I cannot bring myself to ask." Annabelle then returned her
attention to me. "A girl's first time is important." She said. I
nodded. That was what I was afraid she would say.
	"I was going to take her virginity for all of you on the last night
of the party." I confessed. Josephine gave me an approving smile but
Annabelle did not seem impressed. The two women we diametrically opposed in
their opinions of what was acceptable and what was not.
	"It would shame me to associate with a woman that would abuse a
child like that one."
	Josephine's assumption was that Josette may come to be as I was, or
as she was. A truly wicked woman. Annabelle however was not so. She was
thinking of a more shy or less self assured girl. In the end either could
be true of my maid but knowing which it would be was difficult to
predict. Where a person began and where she ended up could often be very
different places. "Madame," I began, "I would sooner cut off my hand than
use it to abuse the trust of a child like Josette." Madame La Granade
contemplated this a moment. I think more searching my face for a hint of
dishonesty before she nodded her head.
	"Very well girl. I am a good judge of character and it would pain
me to learn I had been wrong about you." This was something of a
complement, left handed though it was.
	I left them there and began wandering the house in search of
Sandra. I was sure that where ever I found her I would find my maid and
that was how it ended up. I opened the door to my room to find both of the
maids half naked and kissing in my bed.
	I put my hand to my mouth and tried not to laugh though I know I
must have worn a bemused look as they both only hurried to dress and did
not look overly distressed. "Well ladies." I said stepping fully in to the
room. "Am I to understand that you've no interest in my offer Josette?" The
girl blushed and looked away from me. "And Sandra." I smiled. "If someone
else would be the first to touch her then I can think of no one I'd rather
it be." I crossed the room and stopped her from dressing. I sat between
them on the bed and looked at them each in turn. "Is this what you want?" I
asked, my attention now on Josette.
	"Madame?"
	"I want to know if this is what you want?" I moved close to her, my
lips only inches from hers. "Do you want Sandra to be your first?" I
glanced toward sweet Sandra, sitting looking concerned. "She's gentle and
kind and if it isn't to be me then I could think of no one else better." I
had an affection for my maid. I always had. She was adorable in a child
like way and demure. She seemed shy and this attracted me the most. I sat
back, trying to let her feel more comfortable. "But I still want to take
your virginity on the last night of our party. Do what you wish with my
lovely Sandra."
	"My virginity Madame? But how could such a thing be?" I just smiled
at her. Sandra looked away and Josette's expression showed that she
understood there was a secret that only she did not know.
	I turned to Sandra and wrapped my arms around her neck. I pulled
her close and pressed my lips to hers. Slowly I laid back on the bed
pulling her on top of me. It had been so long since I had felt her kiss
that I simply had to know it again.
	When at last we parted I sat back up and quietly left them in my
room to do what ever it was they would end up doing.
	I was caught by Jezebel when I descended the stair, heading back to
the parlor. "Did you truly mean to invite me?" She asked. I smiled.
	"Of course, you are Angelique's lover, it could not be otherwise."
	"The others look at me like I am bothersome pet that's been brought
here." I took her arm and we began walking back toward the parlor.
	"You're no pet. You're a free woman and as welcomed here as any
other." I opened the door for her and escorted her to where the other
ladies sat. I knelt before her and then guided her down to her knees. I
hesitated a moment before turning to Angelique and pulling her forward,
pressing my lips to hers. She was quite surprised, perhaps she did not
realize that this party might lead to such things. When I had finished I
did the same to Jezebel. "You're both as dear to me as my own kin." I said,
much to the surprise of a number of women watching. I allowed a moment to
pass for the others to understand.
	We passed the time until dinner in conversation and I noticed that
some of the ladies were showing more interest in Jezebel now. Once our
dinner was finished we returned to the parlor, it was time for my story.
	"Ladies!" I shouted as I stood. "And gentlemen, make yourselves
comfortable, it's time to hear a tale of the most awful type." There was a
shelf of books in my parlor and I approached it. Still not entirely sure
which story I would pick. "What would you like to hear girls?" I asked
turning toward them. "Wanton lust?" A titter. "Romance?" I returned my
attention to the books. "Ah yes, the love of cousins who run away to the
city." I pulled a book from the shelf and opened it to my smaller
paperbound booklet.
	I had decided. It would be the romantic tale of the cousins. Two
women that discovered one another's love when they were but girls. When men
came to court them they fled their home for London where they enjoyed many
erotic adventures, each more wicked than the last.
	I finished the story and much to my disappointment found that none
of the women were indulging their passions. Only one couple were even
kissing. "What's this?" I asked. "Have I invited nuns to my party? But of
course not, if the rumors of nuns *I've* heard are true. Wouldn't you know
an orgy when you saw one?" I crossed the floor and knelt before Jezebel. I
pulled at the ties on her dress and much to her distress opened it, cupping
her breasts in my hands. I picked her specifically because I hoped that it
would help her to gain more acceptance among my guests. As the african
woman fretted my touch but could not break away from it, Angelique moved
close.
	"What are you doing?" She asked, sounding desperate. I immediately
turned my attention to her. I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her
mouth to mine. Slowly I eased her back to the floor and untied her dress as
I had her lover.
	"I'm seducing you." I answered quietly. I sucked a nipple in to my
mouth and brushed my tongue across it. Angelique seemed to be both trying
to struggle from my grasp and encourage me at the same time.
	"Madame Elizabeth, I beg you, not here." She finally gasped.
	"And why not?" I asked her. Jezebel started to cover herself but I
stopped her, pulling her close. "Kiss your beloved." I whispered to her. As
she did I looked around to find the others seeming shocked. "Would you deny
yourselves this?" I said to them. They simply stared at me for a long
moment before I spoke again. "A kiss, simply begin with a kiss. Take your
lover in your arms and kiss her, do it now." I urged them. That was when I
saw Josephine with one of the boys kissing her. She turned her attention to
my guests.
	"Surely you wouldn't miss any of the wickedness of this gathering?"
She said to them.
	Seeing me crouched over Angelique, with her Jezebel already
beginning to make love to her properly, and hearing Josephine's
encouragement must have been enough. Slowly the others found their lovers,
or simply took an available partner and began kissing and caressing one
another.
	It was slow to start but in time the women of my party were making
love, and I was happily observing the spectacle.
	Annabelle walked up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Oh
that I was even ten years younger." She laughed. I smiled. "I'm afraid I'm
much to old for such indulgences but I am glad to see it all the same."
	"Too old?" I asked. "I should hope that I never get old enough to
think I cannot enjoy the touch of a woman." Annabelle laughed and patted my
back.
	"That's the spirit girl." The Madame sat down on a love seat and
lit herself a cigar. She sat a time smoking and enjoying the show.
	As she sat smoking my wickedness overtook me and I knelt before
her. "Madame, if you will allow me?" I slowly pulled the hem of her dress
up to her knees. She sat smiling down on me and smoking. Her expression was
a mix of curiosity and bemusement.
	"You needn't do this to keep my favor." She said.
	"I would never think you so crass... Consider this... A genuine and
affectionate thank you for all you've been to me."
	Annabelle was not an unattractive woman but she could have been no
less than twenty years my senior. I knew I shouldn't entertain such things
with her but I did all the same.
	I covered my head with her dress and pushed forward, suckling her
clitoris. She sighed softly as I did and slid down, making it easier for me
to reach her. Annabelle shivered when I slid my fingers in to her and began
to work them in and out.
	I lapped at her sex, then bent my fingers behind her pubic bone,
massaging the spongy flesh there. She began rocking her hips and I felt her
hand on my head through her skirts.
	Annabelle scarcely needed any coaxing to achieve her climax. She
groaned and pushed herself toward me as her orgasm, one surely long pent
up, escaped. I withdrew from her dress and sat back, wiping my chin and
smiling up at her.
	"Oh how I've needed that." She whispered, her eyes closed and head
laid back. I felt as if it was the least I could do for her, after all she
had done so much for me. "But that isn't what I most love about a woman."
She said. Annabelle opened her eyes and looked down at me. After a moment
she slid from the love seat and pushed me to the floor.
	I closed my eyes and held her head in my hands while she kissed my
breasts and made her way down my belly. She was taking her time and I could
not blame her, when else might she have the opportunity to make love to a
pretty, young woman such as I. I simply enjoyed her expert attention to
every part of my body. I felt pampered, as if I was the only woman in the
world to her.
	I had never felt so completely attended to as I did laying there
with Madame Le Granade making love to me. When she did finally reach my sex
I could hardly contain myself.
	She slid her fingers in to me and moved them in time with her
mouth. She was obviously a very experienced lover and any concerns I'd had
about doing such things with a woman so much older than I melted
away. There was definitely something to be said for her knowledge.
	The Madame pressed her tongue hard against my clitoris as I
climaxed. I arched my back, grinding my heals in to the floor. She was an
amazing lover and as I relaxed back to the floor I was glad I had done it.
	"I see I've not lost my touch." She teased.
	"Indeed not." I agreed. I sat up and smiled at her. "You... You're
amazing."
	"Thank you child. It's a funny thing. A woman my age has plenty of
experience but we're too old to use it." She laughed. "You've given me more
than you think."
	Annabelle leaned against the love seat and I laid my head in her
lap while she stroked my hair. All around us the women were still making
love. In time they tired of one another and soon laid down together to
sleep. I thought I should go up to my own room for the night but I did
not. Sandra and Josette might still be there and I did not want to disturb
them. Annabelle had a guest room prepared for her and we retired there
together.
	The following morning I found that many of the ladies seemed quite
shy. I smiled to myself. Soon they would forget their embarrassment and
think only of the pleasure.
	Alice found me as I was walking to my room to see if my maid was
there. We walked together and I pushed the door open to find Josette
hurriedly dressing and Sandra watching her from the bed.
	My attention focused on Sandra, even after the time I'd been in
Paris I desired her. I missed her. I'd not written her and now I regretted
it. Seeing her here in my home stirred long dormant feelings.
	"I see the way you look at her." Alice whispered. I nodded and
closed the door.
	"She is one of Josephine's servants." I told her. "She was always
there during my... Education."
	"She's the one?"
	"Indeed."
	"And yet you still look at her like a girl in love." Alice
teased. I nodded quietly.
	Love? I thought to myself. Was that how I looked at her? I wondered
if what I felt for her was inspired by the intensity of my experiences at
her hand. Surely though it could not be love, not me.
	I walked back to the parlor with Alice and she took my guitar and
began singing for the ladies. I found the tom boys in the sitting room
again. They were gathered around smoking and talking about politics.
	I spent a short time there listening and offering my thoughts when
it seemed they might be welcomed, but I had so little interest in politics
that I could not wait to leave. I was a good hostess though and did my best
not to let any of my guests feel unappreciated.
	I joined the ladies again in the parlor and enjoyed Alice's
performance. When she had finished I rang the bell for Josette and in only
a few moments she entered the room. "A brunch would be nice dear." I
said. She bowed her head quickly and left.
	"So what do you have planned for tonight?" Alice asked me.
	"I don't know absolutely that I have anything planned. But..."
	"You could always use me Liz. You know how I love to put on a
show." She pushed at my shoulder giggling.
	"It's not entirely impossible that I will." I looked at her. "I
hope to deflower a girl if you must know."
	"Oh! That's awful!" She laughed. "Please, let me be the one to do
it!" I smiled but shook my head. This was my show and Josette was my
servant. If she would allow it I would be the only one to do it.
	We ate brunch in my dinning hall. When it was done I pulled my maid
aside and waited until we were alone. "It isn't just for the spectacle of
it you know." I said. "I truly would like to be your first."
	"And if I fall in love? What have I to give if not that?" She
asked.
	"Child." I stroked her cheek. "There is far more to you than a spot
of blood on the sheets. Look at us, are we not more than just our sex?"
Josette seemed to think about this a bit but she said nothing.
	I let her return to her duties and went to find Sandra. She was
quietly sitting in the parlor at Josephine's feet. I looked from my
Mistress to her and Josephine shook her head quickly, understanding my
curiosity.
	I knelt down before Sandra and smiled at her. "It's been two days
and I've hardly been able to speak to you."
	"So sorry miss, I fear I..."
	"You need not apologize love." I reached out and took her
hand. Through the kitchen I had a tiny courtyard behind my house. It was
walled in and offered a measure of privacy.
	Sandra looked lovely in the morning sun. She was in her dark dress
with the lace collar, showing that she was indeed a servant. I shook my
head feeling a bit sad. I wanted her to be a part of my party not a
servant.
	"You missed the story last night." I told her.
	"I'm sorry miss."
	"Can't you find it in your heart to call me Liz?" I asked. She
lowered her eyes. "I've missed you more than I could have thought." I said
after a long pause. She looked up at me seeming a bit surprised.
	"Me miss?" She looked around. "But you have so much. All these
women who seem to admire you so."
	"And yet with all that my heart can only seem to settle on you." I
smiled.
	"Miss. Not again." She said quietly. "I am not for that I fear. I'm
a terrible woman, I've done such awful things... I'm unclean."
	"You are?" I asked. "No. Forget your past, all that matters is the
future. What you are today and what you become tomorrow, not what you've
been."
	"I cannot miss." She finally said shaking her head and averting her
eyes. She hurried away from me and back through the kitchen. I'd no doubt
she would run back to Josephine's feet.
	I did not know how but I had managed to convince myself that I had
to have her. That I could not let her return to America.