Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2017 05:26:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 14

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

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Paris

	Sandra lay next to me sleeping. She had finally begun to sit next
to me rather than at my feet. This was at least some progress but it had
taken three months and she had shown little else in the way of freeing
herself. Even sitting next to me she seemed uncomfortable, even fidgety.
	I rolled on my side and looked in to her sweet face. She seemed so
peaceful sleeping next to me and I was compelled to kiss her softly on the
lips.
	I contemplated my sweet Sandra as I lay in the darkness. And as I
did it became clear to me that she was bound in such chains as she may
never be free. She may be destine to a life of subordination and
servitude. What ever Josephine had done to her could not be undone. It made
me sad, but I felt sure I would relinquish her to her true mistress in all
too short a time.
	Sandra would always need a mistress. She would need one to control
her, to guide her. I dressed her in fine dresses, fed her the finest foods,
shared my bed with her but she was no more free now than she had been in
Josephine's house.
	I understood as I watched her sleep that she needed this, and then
I understood too that if I were to win her I would have to become the
mistress she so desperately wanted.
	This left only one unanswered question. Should I use strong
discipline and be harsh or should I be gentle and pamper her like a child?
She was so accustomed to Josephine that I thought I should learn to be firm
with her. However it simply was not in my heart to be harsh. I would have
to win her with a loving hand. But even in my softness I must always let
her know that I controlled her.
	I closed my eyes with a new direction to move in. In the morning I
would become her Mistress, and I hoped that when Josephine returned Sandra
would choose me.
	In the morning I began our new arrangement, subtly. That day when
we went in to the parlor I had her sit at my feet while I played my guitar
and sang. Once I finished I set the instrument aside and she laid her head
in my lap.
	I smiled as I sat stroking her hair. "Do you prefer this?" I ask.
	"Miss?"
	"To kneel before me." She did not answer. I do not imagine that she
knew the answer.
	"Miss?" She said after a long silence.
	"Yes dear?"
	"You once said you could never love again... Is that true?" She
asked.
	I remained quiet. I'd no answer for her. "You once said you loved
me, is that true?" I countered.
	Sandra lifted her head from my lap and turned to look at me. When
she saw my eyes she looked down, afraid to meet my gaze. "It is." She
finally admitted. It warmed my heart to hear it. Still after so much time
she loved me.
	"And the mistress? Do you love her as well?"
	"I do, so much indeed but it is different." She said, glancing up
only for a moment.  I caressed her cheek and she laid her head against my
hand.
	Different, that was good. However that different love might be to
powerful for me to overcome. It was simply a matter of having only a year
to overcome nearly a lifetime of training.
	I understood what she expected of me though. She saw herself as
little more than an instrument of someone else's whims. She expected me to
use her for entertainment. I hated the thought but I knew I must oblige
this. However I knew I could do this in ways that would bring her some
level of joy rather than discomfort. As I looked down at her I contemplated
what I should do with her.
	I decided that I would begin after dinner. I had Josette and she
would make a perfect assistant in my taking of Sandra's reins. I theorized
that perhaps if I could wrest her reins from Josephine, I could quietly
release them, letting her slowly discover herself.
	"I want you to go and find Josette for me." I told her. She bowed
her head and stood, hurrying away. Sometime later she returned with my maid
in tow. "Go now Sandra, I shall find you when I am done." She curtsied and
left. I was surprised at how easily she had fallen in to her role as my
subordinate. All I had done was have her kneel before me and now she was
fully prepared to serve me in any way I might ask.
	"Madame?" The maid said once Sandra was gone.
	"That girl..." I started. "She is more dear to me than I could ever
describe... But that is not enough for her. She must be kept in bondage to
feel safe, to be able to love." My attention turned fully to the girl. "I
must play unfortunate games with her so that she will choose me when her
year is up. I must do things I do not necessarily want to do, and I need
your help."
	"Madame?"
	"Will you let me use you?" I looked long at her. "For my... Games."
	"Games Madame?"
	"Of the sort we played at my party."
	Her eyes grew wide. "Madame!" She gasped. "With Sandra?"
	"Indeed. And I will begin straightway but I felt I must warn you of
what is to come. Besides why be so shocked? It is not as if you have not
already been with her." There was a long silence.
	"Oui Madame." She finally said with a curtsy, then hurried away. I
shuddered. Was I awful I wondered? To use my maid so and to do what I was
contemplating with my very lover. I sat alone a time awash in guilt for all
of the things that I would do. All the consolation I could find in it was
that perhaps Sandra would choose me.
	After dinner I lead Sandra up to our room. There I had Josette draw
a bath for us both and we sat in my large tub quietly soaking. Once I felt
the days tensions melting away I sat up and took a washcloth. I washed
Sandra, caressing her as if I were making love to her. Once finished with
her I cleaned myself then stood from the tub and began to dry myself.
	I helped my lovely Sandra from the bath and naked we crossed the
room to where a single nightgown lay on my bed. I dawned this. Sandra said
nothing. She simply stood, keeping her eyes lowered.
	I placed my hands upon her shoulders and instinctively she knelt
before me. She turned her face toward me and I looked down upon her. She
seemed to tremble in anticipation. This was what she wanted. For her the
true joy in sex came not from her own climax but instead from being made to
serve.
	"Serve me."
	Sandra lifted my gown and leaned in, covering my knot of flesh with
her mouth. She pushed her fingers in to my folds and I felt myself grow
weak on my legs. I coaxed her back until I could lay before her on the bed.
	Sandra was an expert lover. She lapped at my clitoris and reached
her fingers deep within me, curling them as she pulled them out and
brushing them across the patch of flesh just behind my pubic bone.
	I wanted to be in her place. I loved the taste of another
woman. But for now I would have to content myself with Sandra's attention.
	The girl sucked my sex, running her tongue across the knot of flesh
that brought me the most pleasure. I rocked my hips, folding my knees over
her shoulders. I drew her closer and she seemed to welcome it.
	I was aching for release but she was drawing it out. She would stop
or change her rhythm as I drew close to a climax, causing it to diminish
again until at last her new rhythm brought me close.
	I was moaning and as I did she grew faster. "Yes." I whispered. "Do
it now." I tightened my legs on her shoulders and she began pumping her
fingers in and out of me furiously.
	At long last she would continue on until my orgasm burst forth
causing me to arch my back and cry out.
	I could feel my sex spasming around her fingers as she pressed her
tongue hard on my clitoris. She had her fingers buried deep within me but
still I pushed forward trying to draw them deeper.
	Slowly Sandra withdrew from me and I relaxed against the bed. I was
breathing deeply Enjoying the sensations moving through me.
	The dildo, I would use it on her. It would keep her subservient but
it would allow me to pleasure her.  I would have much preferred to bring
her to climax with my tongue and fingers but I knew I had to do what would
most excite her and making her submit to me was what I was sure she wanted.
	Sandra remained on her knees before me. I sat up and looked at her
with a smile. "Absolutely wonderful my dear." I said. I cradled her chin in
my hand. "And what should I do for you child?" She blushed and lowered her
head. "Rise." She stood, keeping her eyes on the floor. "I think I know." I
reached beneath the bed and withdrew the bag containing my dildo. I could
see the anticipation in her eyes though she averted them from me.
	I dawned the device and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply. I
lowered her to the bed, keeping my lips to hers. My tongue explored her
mouth and my hands explored her flesh. I cupped her breasts and teased her
nipples with my thumbs.
	Sandra moaned softly, her eyes closed, as I kissed her neck and
throat. She stroked my back with her fingers and I could feel her nails
dragging on my flesh. "My mistress." She whispered absently.
	I smiled. Whether she had meant me or Josephine it was good
enough. She was being treated as she wished to be. I kissed her belly and
her sides. I nibbled and licked her nipples and breasts. Her lips seemed to
silently move as I lavished my affections on her. But when I drew close
enough I could hear a whisper, she was saying something, so softly and so
fast I could not begin to understand.
	I reached between her legs pushing my fingers in to her sex then
pulling them out and tasting them. I could not do what I most wanted to but
I could at the very least enjoy that slight indulgence.
	I kissed her lips again. Pinching her bottom lip between my own
lips and pulling slightly at it as we parted. I could see beads of sweat
forming on her forehead. She was growing more stimulated with ever moment.
	Was this what the mistress did to her when they were alone I
wondered? Instead of punishing or using the girl to satisfy a whim did she
instead make love to her?
	"I want you my mistress." She said quietly. She opened her eyes and
very nearly met my gaze. "I beg of you miss, fuck me." She said in a
breathy whisper.
	`My Mistress.' I thought to myself. I almost hated to hear her say
it. It made me ache to think that she saw me in such a role. Yet I did not
deny her. I kissed Sandra deeply as I rubbed the dildo between her
legs. She raised her hips to greet it and seeing no reason to torture her I
pushed the device in to her sex.
	Sandra drew a deep breath and her eyes fluttered shut. "Yes my
mistress." She whispered. We were moving in time with one another. I drove
the device deep within her and she tightened her arms about me each time.
	As we grew faster she wrapped her legs about my waist and used them
for leverage to pull us tighter together. "Tell me girl." I said to
her. She nodded her head absently.
	"Oh yes mistress, I beg you, harder... Deeper." She was
panting. "Fuck me harder mistress."
	I did my best to fulfill the request, driving the device in deeply
and with force. She grunted and moaned with each thrust. She dug her
fingernails in to my behind as I began driving so deep that I thought
surely I would hurt her.
	"More." She begged. I was afraid I would injure her but I did as
she asked.
	I would have suffered anything for her, done anything she asked. I
would even now take the glove for her, take any humiliation Josephine could
dream up if it would please her. However I had never thought that to please
her, she would have to be the one being degraded.
	Sandra began to nearly scream with each thrust, until at last she
pulled hard on my behind and tightened her legs across my back, driving me
deep and holding me there only a moment before allowing me to pick up the
rhythm again, if only for a short time.
	She was thrashing her head and arching her back. She pushed hard
against the phallus, and tightened her grip on me even further. I had never
seen a woman in such ecstasy before. I felt ashamed that I had never known
such an exquisite joy, nor given it to any other.
	When Sandra relaxed and her body went limp I gently removed the
dildo from her and took it off. I placed it on the night table next to me
and laid down next to her. "What a wonderful joy you are." I said to
her. She blushed and moved close to me, burying her head against my chest.
	"It's never been like that." She said quietly. That should have
made me happy I am sure. However it only gave me mixed feelings. Of course
I was happy but I was sad as well. Sad that I would have to treat her so to
elicit such reactions from her in the future.
	For the next few months I dominated her. During the days I was busy
acquiring my third ship. In the night I showered her with adoring
control. I had begun to use Josette, having my lover service her most
nights.
	Sandra wore fine velvet and silk dresses and accompanied me every
where I went. So it was no surprise to find her at my side when the Madame
invited me to meet with her at her home.
	"Madame." I said curtsying low before her. Sandra followed
suit. Annabelle rarely spoke to me in English any more since my French had
improved so much. However with Sandra there she would not have anyway.
	"This is Josephine's maid is it not?" She asked me in French.
	"Oui." Sandra understood enough to have gotten the question. She
bowed her head slightly.
	"She is in your employ now?"
	"No Madame. She is not. She is..." I hesitated.
	"Say it dear, she is your lover. Among our type such things are not
so unheard of. After all we must take our love where we find it. It simply
would not do to discriminate." She looked Sandra over. "Lovely girl dear."
Her attention then focused fully on me. "I would like to start shipping my
Champagne to America. I understand you have a number of ships."
	"Two, I'll have a third by the end of the year."
	"When you have it, I would like to contract with you. I have made
arrangements that would guarantee an income for the ship year round."
	"Madame?" I said surprised. She nodded her head. She then presented
me with a cigar. She offered one to Sandra but she did not accept. "I will
ship for you." I told her. She nodded and smiled, as she seemed to know I
would not pass up her offer. She was Annabelle La Granade, that alone meant
that I mustn't refuse.
	"And to return you can bring back tobacco. It will mean a little
more time at sea since the ship will have to land at three different ports
but the money will reflect that."
	"You're too gracious." I said, trying to adequately thank her.
	She drew on her cigar and sat quietly for some time. "I did not
think you would turn out like Josephine." She said.
	"Madame? I don't understand."
	"Sandra, child. To dominate her as you must."
	"I would not if she did not so need it." I replied.
	"But you wanted to set her free?" She asked. I nodded my
head. "Josephine is skilled at what she does... Give your lover what she
expects Elizabeth. If there is anything I know about life in my advanced
years, it is that you cannot expect someone to be something they are not."
	"But she was made this way." I said quietly.
	"Perhaps. But it is what she is now and you must accept it." I
understood but I much preferred the idea of setting Sandra free.
	The time passed slowly. Weeks drew in to months and I found myself
growing more comfortable with the things I had to do to please Sandra. I
remembered that years before I had gotten but a taste of what it might be
like to have a slave at my beck and call and then it had seemed
romantic. The reality however was not so for me. I felt guilt, as if I was
taking advantage of her.
	Yet when we made love and I looked in to her eyes I saw that she
was happy. This alone brought me joy. A guilty joy but still it was joy. I
knew how to please my darling Sandra and I enjoyed knowing that she was
greatly satisfied whenever we indulged our passions.
	It was evening, I had been drinking Absinthe with Sandra for a time
when I rang the bell for Josette. I was having such wicked thoughts as I
sat on my sofa with Sandra's head in my lap.
	I stroked her hair gently and she glanced up when my maid came to
stand before me. "Josette dear..." I asked somewhat drunkenly, "I think I
should like some entertainment tonight." Sandra raised her head and smiled
up at Josette. Even if the maid did not know what was to come Sandra did.
	"Madame?" She asked, a bit nervous.
	"I think that I should like for you to entertain me." I smiled up
at her. She looked curious but when Sandra stood and approached her, she
took on an expression of understanding.
	"Don't be afraid." Sandra whispered as she stroked my maid's
cheek. Josette swallowed hard and closed her eyes. I watched as Sandra
eased the girl to the floor. She began kissing the maid gently, trying to
help her to relax.
	"Madame?" She asked of my lover. Sandra paused and nodded to
her. "are you sure?" She whispered.
	"Sh... Of course I am." She covered Josette's mouth with hers and
kissed her deeply. The maid closed her eyes as she drew her hands up
Sandra's back.
	Sandra pulled at my maid's clothing until she managed to get the
dress off of her. She then began removing her own garments.
	Naked she pressed her body against Josette's. I watched, feeling my
own excitement rise, while Sandra kissed her way along the maid's
body. Josette dragged her nails along my lovers back and this seemed to
garner a reaction from Sandra.
	Sandra spent a time kissing and licking Josette's breasts. She
cupped them and teased them, eliciting moans from my maid.
	My lover kissed along Josette's sides and across her belly as she
made her way steadily to the girl's sex. I felt my anticipation growing
until at last Sandra pressed her face between the girl's legs, lapping at
her sex.
	Josette moaned and arched her back pushing herself in to Sandra's
fingers. My lover pushed her fingers deep and moved them out quickly. Then
lapped feverishly at Josette's sex. The girl was rocking her hips and had
brought her knees up, laying her legs over Sandra's back.
	My lover worked faster and Josette lay moaning and grunting. She
was breathing shallow and fast and I could sense that her climax was very
near.
	When at last Josette cried out I watched Sandra as she suckled my
maid's clitoris and drew out her orgasm for as long as she could.
	Sandra sat back and smiled down on Josette. The maid lay looking
back, seeming satisfied though she tried not to show it.
	My lover coaxed the girl up to sit and they kissed again. Sandra
laid back and pulled the girl on top of her. I could not stand it any
longer though and slid from the sofa to the floor. I eased Josette over and
began kissing my lovely Sandra.
	The girl pushed herself up to take her place between my legs but I
stopped her. No I wanted Josette to satisfy me, as I intended, though it
did diminish my standing as mistress, to gratify my lover myself. I had not
tasted her since leaving Josephine's home and I would have it tonight.
	I lay down and eased Sandra over me. I cupped her breasts in my
hands and teased her nipples as I waited for her to lower her sex to my
waiting lips.
	Behind her Josette kissed and caressed my breasts. I pulled
Sandra's sex to my lips and covered her clitoris with my mouth, suckling
hard on it. She immediately began rocking her hips and I pushed my tongue
as hard as I could against her.
	Josette slowly made her way down my body to my sex where she lapped
at my folds and my magical knot. I closed my eyes and reveled in the
sensations of performing my favorite kiss as it too was performed on me.
	Josette's fingers pushing in to me caused me to shudder but I
continued to suckle my darling Sandra's clitoris and lap at her folds.
	Sandra was rocking against my face and moaning loudly. I dug my
fingers in to my lover's thighs and my eyes rolled. Josette's ministrations
were working their magic on me and I knew I would climax at any moment.
	I was trying to draw it out though. I wanted to wait until the
pleasure exploded out of Sandra.
	I could feel that she too drew close and I began suckling her
clitoris harder and pressing my tongue against it. Sandra rubbed her hands
over her breasts and her head lulled forward. Her eyes suddenly opened and
she cried out. She ground against my lips slow and hard.
	Almost as soon as Sandra climaxed my own orgasm burst forth. I held
my lover's thighs tighter and this seemed to excite her. She was shuddering
and moaning over me as I arched my back and pressed my sex against
Josette's face and fingers.
	Sandra rolled off of me. I coaxed Josette to lay on top of me and I
kissed my wetness from her lips, then rolled on my side to look at Sandra.
	"I love you my mistress." She whispered. I smiled at her, but I was
sure she was not nearly as satisfied as she would have been had I forced
her to satisfy me.
	I hated to move, I wanted to lay there but the floor was hard, even
covered in my fine Indian rug. I coaxed both girls to their feet and led
them to my room where we piled in to my bed.
	The following morning Josette was up with the dawn. She tried to
get out of bed without waking any one but I still found myself watching her
frantically searching my room for something to cover herself with so that
she could go down to retrieve her dress from the parlor.
	"No one will see you." I said sitting up. She startled.
	"Forgive me Madame. I did not mean to wake you."
	"Don't think of it." I turned and let my legs fall over the edge of
the bed. "Darling just go and get your dress."
	Josette looked stricken but she bowed her head and hurried out of
the room. I contemplated getting out of bed. In the end though I pulled the
covers back over myself and pushed close to Sandra.
	The maid returned some time later and began to prepare my
bath. When she had finished she opened my heavy curtains and I opened my
eyes, realizing that I would not fall back asleep.
	"Your bath is ready Madame." Josette said as she walked passed my
bed, seeing I was awake. I smiled at her and sat up, gently nudging Sandra.
	"Time to wake little princess." I whispered. Half asleep she smiled
and turned to look up at me.
	"Good morning mistress." She said quietly. I pushed a lock of her
hair behind her ear.
	"Our bath is ready."
	Sandra and I bathed together before breakfast, getting out of the
tub only a few moments before Josette came to my room with our tray.
	While I was eating, Josette left and soon returned with a paper in
her hand. "Madame, this is the guest list for your party." She said handing
it to me.
	"Already?" I said mostly to myself. "Seems that only yesterday..."
I trailed off as I read the names on the list. Everyone was accounted for
but I wanted one more. She was a girl that had been coming to my tavern
alone for some time. I did not know her well but I knew enough to know that
she would likely fit right in with the more... Indulgent of my friends. I
handed the list back to Josette. "Send an invitation to Sasha as well."
	"Madame? Sasha?"
	"Never mind dear, simply prepare an invitation and I will deliver
it at my tavern."