Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2017 05:26:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 15

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

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1802 Paris

	"Josephine trained you differently." I said to Sandra and she
nodded her head. "What does that mean?"
	"From the time I was nine I was taught to pleasure women. That is
why I exist; it is to please her, and serve any woman she desires for me
too. It is all I am for, all I have ever been, and what I should always
be."
	"Then why do you harbor such shame for what you are? If it is your
destiny?" I asked her.
	"I was born in poverty to a drunkard father. I found myself in a
girl's home in New York and the ladies there they taught us to be good
women. To be ladies, to be moral... All those things I can never be now."
	"So you regret it? Don't you love only women?"
	"Of course I do... I would rather die than suffer a man's hand to
touch me, but surely I could have found my way couldn't I?" She covered her
mouth with her hand. "Forgive me mistress, I spoke to familiarly."
	"Tsk." I scolded. "You were doing so well. I thought you might call
me by my name if I kept talking to you."
	"Mistress?"
	"And you're lost in servitude again." I said, disappointed. "Were
it that I could order your shame away. That I could chase that feeling that
you are unclean from your mind."
	"You do." She said quietly. "when you take me, when we... I am
never ashamed."
	"It's the same with the mistress?"
	"Mistress is more a mother than anything. I feel safe in her
embrace, I hate myself for it but that does not change the comfort." Sandra
tried to shake it away. "Mistress, please, must we speak of her?"
	I wondered how deeply Sandra resented Josephine. As she spoke her
voice was tainted with poison. Was something emerging before me I
wondered. "Call me by my name and we will not speak of her again today."
Sandra's shoulders dropped and she lowered her head.
	"Mistress..." She whispered.
	"Remember when I was tied to the bed? Left for days, brought to the
brink of ecstasy then left unreleased? Had I asked for what I wanted on the
first day, would I have been satisfied?"
	"Yes Mistress. Did you not understand that she only wished for you
to give your desires a voice?"
	"You understand it don't you? Yet, it has no effect on you." I
explained carefully. "My name is the voice you can give your desire to
change the subject."
	"It is not for me too..."
	"Anything you want is yours, anything. Stop speaking like you are
livestock. If you wish to be my lover, if you want to remain in my home
beyond the party that is fast approaching, then you must speak for
yourself." I demanded. "Or do you wish to return to a mother who uses you
as a pleasure tool? If that is it I am happy to return you. I cannot say
it's the most awful fate you could meet." I slapped my hand on the table
and it startled her attention on to me. "It pleases me." I nearly
shouted. Sandra was startled by the words.
	"Miss..." She struggled. I thought I could hear my name upon her
lips begging to be freed. "Miss, I love my Mistress, but I want..."
	"What do you want? I demanded of her.
	"I wish to stay."
	"Why?"
	"I... I love you." She answered.
	"Now tell me, look me in the eye and tell me exactly what it is you
want, or I'll return you to your mistress the moment she arrives."
	"I... Want to stay here... With you, with the one I love,
Miss... Elizabeth." She gasped at saying my name, and I was quite taken
aback. I hadn't expected it to be so simple.
	"I feel as if I've just benefited from your skills with your
tongue." I laughed. "You took your first step. You have but three months to
learn to fly now." I got up, held her face in my hands and kissed
her. "Tell me one more thing... Why would it be that I'd let you stay
anyway?" She almost looked stricken when I spoke, but I believe she was
beginning to understand what I had just done.
	"You love me?" She seemed apologetic.
	"Say it with confidence. Say it like it's the only way to make it
true."
	"Because you love me." She spoke with more spirit. Not nearly what
I'd wanted but enough. Enough to see that perhaps the chick was making the
first cracks in it's shell.
	"I've no wish to make you hate her. She is as she is. Josephine
gave something to me I cannot describe. I understand it more everyday. And
for all her hope to make you in to her pleasure slave, she has instilled
the same in you. It's there, under the servitude, under the shame. I know
you have strength, how could you not to have lived this long with her?" I
left her with that thought. I was beginning to fear I might be inspiring
hate for her Mistress, and that was not at all what I hoped for. In a way I
loved Josephine much as I did Catherine. They were both as mothers to me in
their own right. Catherine had drawn me out from my shell, made me able to
enjoy what I am. Josephine taught me not to be ashamed. To live without any
apology, and to speak for myself. There was more, much more, but if any
lesson she taught followed me from my bed in to the light of day it was
confidence. A fearlessness about going after exactly what I wanted and not
looking back.
	Days passed and Sandra said little. She had returned to my feet. I
allowed it to continue, only because from time to time she would speak up,
she would speak as if she was my equal. She would take liberties. I
believed that to nurture this I must simply let it grow within her, in her
own time. However, the ever looming anniversary continued to inspire a
sense of emergency within me.
	Sandra was progressing though. I did not need for her to reach the
fullness of who she could be, only to find within herself the courage to
break the link with Josephine. I had worn a leash at her feet, a collar and
she used it to control me. Without it, I could not have easily been put
through the ordeals I had been. I could have snatched it from her hand and
left her as well, she did not hold any true power over me. The leash she
had on Sandra though was much stronger. The hand that held it much more
powerful.
	The invitations had been long sent and the responses were coming in
almost daily. This year, this year, I would have sixteen women at my
party. Not the least important of whom being Catherine. Josephine was of
course coming, as were Eliza and Alice. Monique was a sure bet as was
Annabelle. Twenty-two invitations had been sent, five would not be able to
attend. Penelope was of course on the list. Precocious and spirited, I was
very fond of her.
	Another woman, new to all of this. Virginia. She was nineteen, and
I'd known her in passing since the first night my tavern had been
opened. Over the past few months though I'd come to know her well.
	Virginia had only just taken her vows when the wife of a lawyer I
knew only through my own, and she became entangled in a passionate
affair. Annette, the woman she became involved with became careless and
they were discovered but not before Virginia had come to know me and my
tavern.
	Annette was for all intents and purposes a prisoner of her
husband. It was sad as she had been known among the women in Paris. But
there was nothing anyone could do for her.
	I believe what I most loved about Virginia was that she was still a
nun. How it was she managed to come to my tavern, my home, how she managed
to maintain any freedom what so ever, was beyond me, and she would only
smile and shrug if asked.
	I also prepared an invitation for Annette and gave it to my lawyer
with instructions to get it to her secretly, and not, under any
circumstance, let her husband know.
	I knew she could not come, if indeed it was even possible for her
to get the invitation, after all, for as much as I trusted my lawyer and as
much as he had always been honest with me, he could not risk his reputation
or standing to deliver a secret letter to a lady not employing him, and
having no other business with him.
	I did not ask him if had had delivered the invitation nor did he
tell me later when I saw him again. The truth was, if he could not or had
not, I did not want to know and if he had, then there was no expectation of
a response. I had sent it more to let her know she was not forgotten.
	So the few months dwindled to weeks and finally days. I was more
nervous about whether or not Sandra would remain with me than I was about
the party but I managed to keep my mind on what needed doing. I had drink
and food, and obscene stories. I had guests from near and far, but what I
did not have was a final night's performance in mind. How it was Catherine
dreamt things up was beyond me. But a show would be expected and I would
oblige somehow even if it meant I had to find a pair of sisters and pay
them to put it on for me.
	That was what finally gave me my notion of what I should
do. Sisters, perhaps incest was a bit much to achieve though it did not
seem impossible in Paris. But another type of sister was common and quite
available to me. Virginia. I'd have preferred two nuns, after all that
would be twice the taboo, but one was enough. If she wore her habit,
something I'd never seen her do.
	There were many churches in Paris but only one convent within a
reasonable distance of my tavern. A distance easily covered in time to be
back in a single night. So, I went there, hoping that Virginia would be
there.
	I knew little of convents. However I knew enough to know that one
does not stride up to a door and knock and if you did, what would you say?
"Good day Mother Superior, I'd like to speak with a sister..." And that is
where I'd be lost. She had taken her vows, her name was now Sister Mary
something or another. She had no reason to share it and I no reason to
ask. That she was a nun was a secret. I did not know who all was privy to
but supposed that the number was very small. So I stood, quietly trying to
think of what I might do. I was about to leave when I heard a voice call my
name. I turned to find Virginia walking toward me holding several loaves of
bread. I hurried toward her but resisted seeming to familiar. Fortune
favors the brave I suppose. "Virginia..." I began.
	She shook her head. "Sister Mary Michael." She correct.
	"Of course sister." I said. "You will come yes?" I asked quietly.
	"Of course my child." She said.
	"Can we walk sister?" I asked. She nodded her head and we began
walking along to street, trying to get away from any stray ears.
	I was no catholic and remembered so little of the nun's teachings,
I could not even recall how to properly cross myself. I was afraid that I
would say or do something that would bring suspicion on her.
	"Why are you here Liz?" She asked.
	"I have a terrible request to make of you." I admitted. "On the
last night of the party I will have a show, something obscene, something
scandalous."
	"You think you might shock a nun? I hear priests talk about the
confessions they hear. Worse, I live in a convent where the Mother Superior
forbids the locking of the cells. Have you any notion of what girls get up
to when left to their own devices?"
	I couldn't help chuckling. Of course I had some idea. "Well I
should hope I might have a surprise or two left in me. Which is why I need
to speak to you. I was wondering if you would come, in your habit, and
perhaps, allow me to make love to you as a spectacle."
	"Only protestants would be surprised to see a nun involved in
debauchery. Most of us are well behaved but enough are not, and it is a
dirty secret known by anyone that wants to know it."
	"Well I don't know the religious leanings of each of the women I
invite but I have to suspect that it would still entertain them."
	"Liz, I'm a wicked, wicked girl." She laughed. "I will be found out
some day and excommunicated, cast out on my own. But for now, being a nun
protects me from marriage. I was born in poverty, so it is not as if I have
any other way to avoid becoming the property of a man." She shrugged. "My
order wears a blue habit. This is unique in Paris. If I do that I expose
myself to being found out long before I am too old to bother with
marrying." She placed a hand on my arm. "I would love to do this, but I
can't." She said.
	I smiled. "Of course, the risk is to much for simple
entertainment. Still, you are welcome all the same. I count you among my
friends."
	Virginia smiled and began to walk away then stopped. "A different
order once lived here. It wasn't so very long ago. I doubt very much I
could find one but perhaps a habit was left behind. If one was, you'll have
your show."
	"Oh, Virginia," I began, "if that day comes, when you are found
out, my home will be open to you. I'll employ you, if you have any skill in
anything, I can give you work."
	We parted ways and I was able to get home before sunset. There I
found Sandra helping Josette with last minute preparations. She wore her
maid uniform. She was not a servant in my home she was my lover, seeing her
like that troubled me.
	"Sandra, when you're done join me in the parlor please."
	An hour passed before she stepped in and came to sit next to me. A
bit of bravery, as she did not even hesitate. "Yes Miss." She said.
	"You're not my maid Sandra why are you in your uniform."
	"I know Miss... I didn't want to soil one of my dresses and I
thought perhaps seeing me like this might excite you." I raised an
eyebrow. "Isn't it a common vice to bugger the help?" I almost laughed when
she said it.
	"Have you been drinking Sandra?" I asked.
	"Drinking miss? Oh... No. Only a glass of wine, and another
glass. A snifter of brandy and oh, another glass of wine with lunch of
course. But no, I've not been drinking really."
	"No, not a drop at all." I laughed. "Come along girl you're snogged
I think."
	"But Miss Elizabeth..." She leaned against me. "What will I tell
her when she arrives?" She asked.
	"Ah, now I think I'm beginning to see a little clearer." I pulled
her to my breast and stroked her back. "Have you decided what you will do?"
	"I have decided what I want, but I don't think I can say it." She
looked up at me. "If I go home with her, you'll forget me, you'll find a
woman who's good and decent and not at all tainted like me. "
	"I don't want a decent woman." I told her. "And I don't want a
tainted woman." I pressed my finger against her chest. "I want this woman."
She nodded her head. "Holding you here against your will would break my
heart as surely as letting you go Sandra. This is a choice you must make
for your own reasons. But make certain that what you decide is decided only
for your own reasons."
	"Is there no way for both of you to be happy?"
	"There is none. But there's surely a way for you to be happy, and
be happy with the one you choose." I held her close a moment longer. "Will
you go back or, is this your home."
	"I love my mistress. But I feel this is more a home to me than
anywhere else ever was. I wish to stay Elizabeth."
	"I finally managed to get you to say my name, perhaps someday I can
get you to call me Liz like everyone else." I chuckled. "So you don't know
how to tell her then."
	"I can't tell her Miss." Sandra had a pattern. Talking to me she
most often called me by my christian name in recent weeks. But if she was
afraid, or unsure, it was Miss. And in the throws of passion, only `My
Mistress.' She was a work in progress clearly, but she was making progress
all the same. "Tell her for me." She begged. "Please mistress, if you truly
love me, you can tell her."
	"Would she believe it from any other than your own lips?" I
asked. Sandra immediately shook her head.
	"That's why it must be you." I comforted her a time until Josette
came to tell me that the preparations were complete. "Run along to bed dear
and I'll join you shortly." I told Sandra. She nodded and hurried
away. When she was gone I turned to Josette. "I must warn you, there will
be a nun among us at the party. I thought you should know since you're a
catholic."
	"In Paris we are all catholic Madame."
	"Well, just the same." I took her arm and we began walking toward
my room.
	"I am already damned by sins I dare not confess." She said
frankly. I shrugged to myself. I supposed if I believed in such as sin or
damnation any longer I would harbor the same fears. But the nun's religious
teachings had long left me. They were left behind somewhere in
Philadelphia. Perhaps left under Maddy's bed forgotten and dusty next to
the spot that she kept her bag, now my bag, in.
	Over the years I had gotten far more use from it and it's contents,
than ever I got from the guilt and shame taught us by the nuns. But do not
misunderstand. I harbor no ill will toward them. They are as much a part of
what has made me as Maddy or Catherine or Josephine. I took all the best of
what they gave me, and simply left the unnecessary bits behind.
	And so, all too soon, it was the first day of my party. As the sun
hung low in the sky the first guests arrived. The bell rang and I happened
to be in the hall when Josette answered the door to Annette.
	"To what god do I owe thanks for this miracle." I gasped as I
hurried to meet her.
	"Adultery, so Bacchus I suppose."
	"Well, then by all means, praise his name." I laughed. "How are you
here Annette? We all thought you a prisoner in your home."
	"I was. That is until I happened to catch my dear and virtuous
husband buggering his partner's wife on his desk. I told him he could
divorce me, and I would tell everyone why unless he gave me one third of
everything. Or of course, he could turn a blind eye to my indiscretions and
I would do the same for him. One third of his money is more than he will
willingly part with so, I am free to do as I will and he is free to seek
the comforts of any woman desperate enough to lie on her back for him. He
has a son, I gave him that a year after we married. So now, now I will not
let him touch me and he will not ask. I go where I please, and so does
he. "
	"That is a miracle." I laughed.
	"Not really, I told her to do it. His partner is a toad, and while
Henri may not be the smartest man or even a good lawyer, he is
handsome. She was all to happy to be bedded by a man she could fit her legs
around." I burst out laughing when she said it in such a matter of fact
tone.
	"Oh, but Annette, dear dear Annette how I have missed your
frankness."
	"Well you'll get your fill now, I'll be haunting your tavern as
often as it is open."
	I was overjoyed to see her. She was not announced since she was the
first guest and I had already seen her. Soon, very soon, more women began
to arrive.
	First Virginia was announced as she was led to the parlor. I
greeted her but quickly pushed her in front of Annette. Without thinking I
told them that my room was at their disposal and, they disappeared before I
could say any more.
	"Mademoiselle Trudeau left this bag at the door." Josette said as
she entered the parlor. I took it, suspecting it contained her habit, or a
habit of some description.
	"I'll put it away for her."
	Moments later Monique arrived with a young woman I did not know in
tow. She was introduced to me as Joan, a common name for women in Paris.
	The full moon was high and shining brightly when Eliza, Alice,
Catherine and Josephine arrived together. I was elated to see them. I
immediately set about trying to catch up with them on all that had happened
since we last spoke. This was interrupted all too soon though by Madame Le
Granade. I wanted to just sit and talk with my dear friends from the United
States, but I was a hostess so it was not to be.
	I made my rounds, greeting each and every guest and for those who
brought another with them I learned the names, and made sure they learned
mine. Glasses of wine were filled and drained and before I had time to
realize it, dinner was announced. I had to go to the dinning room but I
pulled Josette aside to ask her to inform Annette and Virginia that dinner
was ready, but not to enter the room when she did.
	We were all long seated and had begun to eat when we were at last
joined by the two stragglers I'd sent my maid to fetch. No one doubted why
they were late but no one bothered them about it either. Sandra sat
opposite me, as a wife. Catherine and Josephine shared the head of the
table with me. Eliza and Alice were next, followed by the rest, in no order
I had considered very carefully. Seating arrangements were the worst part
of any gathering. For many just being present was enough but there were
always those who felt that they should have greater access or favor with
the hostess, and since I was a woman of means and some power, there would
inevitably be someone that took offense at being on the wrong side of the
table or not near enough to the head. My solution was to put those most
dear nearest to me for the first night, then shuffle everyone about for
each following night. This also allowed the women to mingle and get to know
each other.