Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 16:19:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 17

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

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	When morning came, the weight of realizing that In less than two
days I may well be saying my good byes to Sandra forever threatened to
crush me. It was a struggle not to let it create a dark cloud over the
party. I decided I would take breakfast with Josephine that morning. I
thought perhaps she might reveal something I could use to strengthen
Sandra's resolve.
	I moved from room to room, finding Josephine still in the guest
room I'd prepared for her. I called for Josette and asked her to bring us
tea. I sat upon the bed next to my former mistress while I waited.
	We had said nothing while we waited. I think perhaps we both knew
what the other was thinking. When at last the tea was served we sat at a
small table and sipped from my china cups. "This is when I should ask you
what you want to talk about." Josephine began.
	"But you already know." I said smiling.
	"Of course." Josephine sipped her tea. "Is Sandra serving the
guests?" She asked.
	"Not at all." I responded.
	"But she has offered yes?" I nodded my head. "And she told you
something like `I don't mind, it is what I am for...'"
	"There are far worse things a woman like us could be." I finished
for her.
	"I have taught her that for as long as she had been in my home."
She explained. "Reminded her of it, with each new girl I trained. Well, you
understand I am sure." I nodded my head again. "So you see then that you
cannot change her."
	"She has changed." I insisted.
	"Has she? Or has she simply repeated to you what you wanted her
to?" Josephine retorted. That struck a chord with me. I had assumed the
girl's sincerity but after the previous night I had my doubts. I wondered
if perhaps she simply did not know what she wanted and did not believe
herself able to be any more than she already was.
	"You are a wicked devil Josephine." I whispered. "And I hope you're
wrong."
	"I'll tell you the truth, if you want to hear it." She offered and
I nodded. "I almost hope I am too. A part of me hopes you have succeeded
me. After all that is what any teacher hopes is it not, that their student
will eventually become a better teacher than themselves." She sighed. "I
wonder what I would do with out my darling little Sandra about the
house. Tell us Liz, do you think I'm cut out to take a girl, make her my
wife and live quietly now that I have reached old age?"
	"Not at all." I said in earnest. "I think you would go mad with
something so ordinary. Besides, you are not so very old, your hair is not
white you have few lines on your face..."
	"I am older than you may think. I reached fifty only this year."
She explained. "This past year I have wondered if the time has not come for
me to pass the torch to another, or at least, retire while I'm still
respected. What about you? Could you take my place?"
	"I have no stomach for what you do." I said honestly. "I could
never put a girl through what I lived through in your house."
	"Honest to a fault, it's one of the things I so adore about you."
Josephine said with a smile. "And I think you are right. If you could then
you would not be here trying to get me to give up some secret for keeping
Sandra with you."
	"I suppose that I am a fool for trying to hide my intentions from
you." I laughed.
	"Indeed you were. But I've surrendered the secret all the same. If
you could have become me, even if only for her, then you would not have to
fear her leaving you." Josephine sipped the last of her tea and poured
another. "She offered to service your guests." She began. "You should have
made her. You should have ordered her to do it before it occurred to her to
ask. She asked because she doesn't know her place here, she's afraid, she
feels insecure." She laughed. "She very much wants to feel sure of where
she fits in your home. While in mine, such questions would never occur to
her."
	"I did order her about, I did take control of her though." I
explained.
	"But you have said it yourself, you haven't the stomach for such
things and so you were Liz, even as a mistress, you were still kind and
compassionate Liz Jordan. Did you give her the glove even once?"
	"I would never!" I shouted.
	"Of course you wouldn't. Sandra knows it too. As I said girl, if
you wanted to be sure, you would have had to become me."
	"I hate that you're right." I said quietly.
	"Take heart girl, I've seen how she looks upon you, her demeanor
has changed quite a bit since last I saw her. You may not have lost her
yet. I'll say that I am honestly not sure which of us she'll pick." She
placed a lump of sugar in her tea and stirred it. "Chinese?" She asked
after sipping it.
	"Perhaps Japanese." I offered.
	"Ah. Have you ever met an Oriental?" She asked.
	"No, I think I have not."
	"You would know if you had. Tiny little people they are, narrow
eyes and hair as black as night. I hear tell the women are exquisite." She
chucked to herself. "They say that Chinese are eager to give up daughters,
I wonder if perhaps I shouldn't send someone to fetch me a girl for my
house."
	"That's awful Mistress."
	"Do you think so?" She responded. "Perhaps that despicable slave
trade has corrupted even the best of us. Still, it isn't as if I cannot
acquire a girl from an orphanage with little difficulty and moderate
expense. Tis how I came by Sandra, would it be so different to take the
next from a family that doesn't even want her?"
	"I doubt there are even girls like us among the Orientals." I
laughed. "How could you ever tell?"
	"If there is one thing I know with certainty it is that women like
us exist everywhere. Orientals will have them, the Indies have them,
Africans have them, the Indians back home have them, and you can rest
assured that even among the women of the Muhammad men you will find our
type."
	"Are you suddenly an optimist?" I laughed. "I doubt that even one
in a hundred women are like us maybe not even one in a thousand."
	"I think it a great many more than that. If it isn't that they only
love women, it is at least that so many are happy to welcome a woman in to
their bed. I sometimes wonder if perhaps we are the weaker sex. In my life
I have almost never failed to seduce a woman upon whom I set my sights."
She finished her second cup of tea. "I think the hour is late and we should
join the other guests for breakfast don't you?"
	We entered the dining room together. There the women had been
gathering, however slowly, and Josette was almost ready to serve
breakfast. It had been my plan to have breakfast alone with my former
mistress, but that would have been bad form as a hostess.
	We ate and set about passing the hours of the day socializing and
coming to know one another better. While I myself knew each woman there
better than most others, many of them hardly knew one another at all.
	Lunch came and went and in the afternoon I enjoyed Alice's antics
while a group of the tom boys talked politics in the library with Madame Le
Granade. I decided it was my duty as a hostess to join them even if I had
nothing to offer, as I knew little about such things. When I entered the
library The good Madame was explaining that she believed Napoleon would
surely undo all that had been done in the revolution. This surprised me
since it was my understanding that she had remained loyal to the king at
that time of the revolt.
	"Ah Elizabeth." She said warmly upon seeing me. "Tell us, what do
you think of this little toad who's seized power?"
	"I think it is as you say. The people managed to wrest some measure
of power from the nobles in the revolution, yet no sooner does he take
power than he begins chipping away at that. I fear for our future. He
threatens to carry us in to war across all of Europe and France has neither
the surplus of gold nor blood to accomplish his ambitions. I fear he will
bring us to our knees given time." The women looked to one another silently
a time. Even Catherine seemed quite shocked, and I must say I'd surprised
myself.
	"I think this subject has been closed." Annabelle said at
last. "Lest someone can counter such a firm argument." I approached
her. She had been teasing me by asking such a question, as it was known
among all that I knew very little about political workings.
	"But don't you think he can lead us to greatness?" A friend of
mine, Paulette, asked.
	"Conquest comes at a price. And I fear it will be too terrible to
face."
	"Ah but think of it. A whole city of lonely women, desperate for
comfort while their men are out playing soldier." Catherine said in jest. I
could not help but laugh. "And that gentlemen, and ladies, would be a
little bit of heaven I think." She was trying to lighten the mood as it had
become quite dark.
	 "Catherine Pennington, you should be ashamed of your womanizing
ways." Annabelle scolded. "When I think of the lovely young girl you were
when first we met, my heart breaks to see you now."
	"M'lady, you wound me." She said bowing low before her. "However,
it would seem that if my recollections can be trusted, you were all to
happy to take advantage of my precociousness."
	"You little whelp." Annabelle snapped. "How dare you besmirch my
reputation with such an accusation." For a moment I thought The Madame was
angry in earnest. However, I caught sight of a smile playing at her lips.
	"Which reputation have I besmirched?" Catherine teased. "That of
the upstanding and shrewd business woman, or the equally honorable one of
the expert lover and seductress."
	"I can't have these people believing I could be swayed by the
charms of a fourteen year old girl. Was I seduced you, and took your
innocence, so don't you forget it."
	"Then it is as you say m'lady." She agreed.
	I tried not to show my surprise. It had not occurred to me how
Catherine might have known Annabelle.  I'd never thought to ask. The Madame
glanced at me and winked. The other women chuckled to themselves. And I
wondered if perhaps this had been a secret that only I'd not been in
on. Annabelle was at least ten years older than Josephine, probably
more. To see her now, Studious and disciplined, one might easily forget
that she was young, like us once. We teased and prodded one another a time
longer before I left them to continue their discussions.
	On my way to the parlor Sandra caught me. I took her on my arm and
we entered the parlor together. "Madame Le Granade has generously provided
us cigars. You will find them on the dining room table. Please, if you are
so inclined, feel free to enjoy one." I said as we entered. Alice wrinkled
her nose. She did not like cigars, and complained of the smell of them
often.
	I turned to Sandra and pulled her close. I cupped her face in my
hands and kissed her deeply eliciting giggles from those around us. "Miss?"
She questioned when I released her.
	"Have you had occasion to speak with Josephine yet?" She shook her
head. "Go and find her, I think she would like to see you."
	"And if she orders me to..."
	"The mistress is honorable. She will not order you to do anything
in my home." I assured. "Any more than I would order you to do anything in
hers."
	"I would like to see the mistress." She admitted. "But I did not
want to insult you."
	"Sandra, dear Sandra." I pulled her close. "I had so hoped that you
might come to understand that your happiness is my happiness. Go and talk
with her. " I sent Sandra away to find Josephine. I then set about greeting
and speaking with each of my guests.
	I came upon Virginia, Annette and Eliza talking in my dining room
and quickly joined them.
	"Annette says you want the two of them to put on the show tomorrow
night." Eliza said to me.
	"I don't have any other ideas." I replied.
	"Well, you have Alice and I. I'm sure we could give you a show that
these ladies will not soon forget."
	"Virginia and I have decided we want to do this. It seems an honor
to be asked I think." Annette offered.
	"You really are too kind." I said. "Please, it is I who should be
honored."
	"Well, some of us know a bit about Catherine and her sorority."
Annette began, "and there she is the leader, the one all the ladies look up
to. But here, that person is you. You built our sorority, you brought us
together, you make all this possible. To fulfill a request from you, to
even be asked, is certainly an honor. Imagine the girls eating their heart
out wondering why you didn't call on them."
	Eliza began to laugh, though she fought to hold it back. "If you
had seen the wide eyed girl I met for the first time at a party not
dissimilar to this, you'd scarce recognize her." She sighed and stepped
close to me. "Dear girl. To see you held in such regard warms my heart."
She turned to the girls. "Did she ever tell you what the show was at her
first party?"
	"The first she threw? We were here." Virginia offered.
	"No, the first of Catherine's she attended."
	"No, what was it?" Annette begged.
	"Why I buggered my darling Alice on a stage in front of everyone."
She laughed. The two women stood in silent shock.
	"Using one of those... what did you call it Liz?"
	"Dildo."
	"Yes, yes, one of those." Annette continued.
	"Indeed." Eliza said with a smile.
	"Annette darling, we must do that tomorrow." Virginia said
excitedly.
	"I would recommend you did not." Eliza offered. "Took a full week
to prepare Alice. The first time we tried it hurt her so bad she burst in
to tears. Tis a delicate act, more I think then when you gave up your
virginity. After our first attempt I was almost to afraid to try again,
but... Well, obviously I did."
	"I agree." I offered. "It will be enough to just see you in..." I
trailed off, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
	"Now you see, you've aroused my curiosity." Eliza said more
seriously. "What is it about these girls that makes them entertaining. Is
one of them like Sarah?"
	"Not at all. I've met no such person here." I told her.
	"Then what indeed." Eliza looked Virginia over carefully. "What
ever it is, it's you." She finally said. Virginia made a poor attempt of
trying to hide how keen Eliza's senses were. "I knew it. Well, I eagerly
await the show then." She said with a smile. Virginia breathed a sigh of
relief.
	That Virginia was a nun was not common knowledge. I knew, Sandra
knew, and Josette knew. But this would quite obviously be something that
she would otherwise keep secret.
	"I still haven't told you the best part." Eliza said regaining
their attention. "Afterward, I sent little Alice in to seduce her." Eliza
put her arm around me and hugged me close. "She'd taken a shine to our Liz
so I told her to find her and bed her."
	"What if Maddy had refused to allow it?" I asked.
	"Be serious girl. Maddy and I agreed on it before the show. I'd
never dare to break up a happy home. And whatever else one might say, yours
was clearly a happy home."
	"She never told me." I said. I leaned my head on her shoulder. "I
haven't thought of Maddy in some time. That all seems a world away."
	"It very nearly is." She said quietly. "Feels like another life to
me too. Things are good in Philadelphia now but there is a distinct lack of
excitement. I went to the first party Catherine ever threw you know. She
and I, and six, perhaps eight other women. None of us had a sweetheart. It
was quite a tame affair, I think not so much as a bare breast was seen. She
was a mere twenty two years old. And I... I was a babe in the woods at
fourteen. A year later Catherine had met Josephine and was living with
her. So there was no party, no tavern. Just a handful of us, drifting
between one another for some kind of comfort whenever we could find a way
to meet. When Catherine came back though she was different. Forceful,
driven, ambitious... And perverse." We all giggled.
	"Telling my life history Eliza." Catherine said stepping in to the
room.
	"Forgive me Catherine." She said seeming a bit embarrassed. "Would
you like to tell the rest now? It wouldn't do to leave off here."
	"No, I like the way you tell it better. I sound like a hero or some
kind of goddess. When I tell it I sound like a scared and insecure girl
that got lucky more times than not." She laughed.
	"Well, a few months after she returned she threw another party. But
this time, when the guests arrived they found her stark naked, striding
about the house. She got them all drunk almost right away and some how
managed to coax all but myself out of their dresses. She served us dinner,
naked of course. And that night she read us our first erotic tale. When she
had finished she practically pounced on me. I was in complete shock. I
hardly knew what to think and before I could gather my wits she had buried
her face between my legs. I was in the throws of passion when I found
myself being kissed by another woman. The entire affair degraded in to an
orgy soon after. I don't think Catherine failed to please even one of the
ladies there that night."
	"Some of them twice." She said with a smile.
	"We made love long in to the evening. So long some of the girls had
begun to sober. In fact I think we all had. Some sobbed others struggled to
find something to cover themselves with. But somehow Catherine soothed
them." Eliza looked at her. "You said something, just a few words really
but somehow it chased away our doubts and shame. What was it?" She said
trying to remember. "It was brilliant, made us all feel strong."
	"I don't recall. Some prattle Josephine had put in my head no
doubt." Catherine sipped from a glass of wine she'd been
holding. "Something I'm sure about how we should have no shame in feeling
what might be the first and only passion we would ever feel. The same type
of nonsense I said to every new girl."
	"What you call nonsense many of us have taken to heart and tried to
live by." I said to her. "Your nonsense and Josephine's prattle are why I
am where I am." I was slightly put off by her dismissal of what Eliza
considered to be words of wisdom and it showed in my tone.
	"Forgive me Liz. I have never taken complements well. The truth is
whatever I told them I believed at the time and I'm sure still believe to
some degree. This is why I like hearing Eliza's version better." She
emptied her wine glass. "Please, forgive my interruption." She said.
	Eliza smiled at her. They were close enough for her not to take
offense at Catherine's characterization of herself. "Well, the wisdom of it
reached us anyway. Our indulgences were also catching up with us. So we
slept in her parlor. She'd not had the idea for a show or anything else. It
was just a party that she had managed to turn in to an orgy." Eliza
chucked. "Well with the sunrise our humiliation returned and was redoubled
when the servants arrived carrying our breakfast trays. Catherine had taken
our clothing and she was not giving it back. We spent the day cowering in
the house, well some of us did. Others found dark corners to make love
in. By the second evening we had all come around. And Catherine decided to
read us another story. When it was done the room was filled with girls
pleasuring one another. I waited for her though. When it was all over and
we had gone home, most of us thought that was the end of it all. But within
the year Catherine had bought her pub, and was bringing more and more of us
together. She seemed to become wiser, stronger and more driven every day. I
truly looked up to her as a hero. And now, she is the womanizing tavern
owner, plantation owner and adulteress you see before you."
	"Please, you'll make me blush." She laughed. "Have any of you seen
Charity?" She asked. "I've not seen her since breakfast and I'm a bit
worried. I excused myself and Catherine and I made our way out of the room.
	"Check the second floor." I offered.
	I moved on to more guests and nearly a half hour later I happened
upon Catherine again. "Did you find her?" I asked.
	"Indeed I did my girl, indeed I did."
	"Where?" I asked.
	"Why tucked neatly between Jezebel's thighs. I imagine she's still
there if you'd like to see her."
	"What of Angelique?" I asked absently.
	"The blonde frog Jezebel came with?"
	"You're terrible Catherine." I scolded and she laughed.
	"I believe I saw her with them but they all seemed to want a bit of
privacy and I'd not want to intrude." She chuckled.
	Some time later I would happen upon all three coming down the main
stair looking a bit guilty, and very satisfied.
	When dusk fell dinner was served. This night I had Madame Le
Granade at my right. Josephine at my left and. We ate and laughed and
regaled one another with stories of our loves and exploits. Madame Le
Granade was begged for details of her life but she would not give them
up. It was a disappointment but it added to her mystique and would not have
been in character for her anyway.
	We soon retired to the parlor. Josette set about serving
absinthe. That liqueur had a tendency to encourage the ladies to shed their
shame. But more than that it was an enjoyable drink and because it was hard
to come by it was something that some of my guests may never have a chance
to taste again.
	 When I saw that the drink was beginning to take effect I crossed
the room to a single bookshelf stocked with but a few books. "My honored
guests." I said, raising my voice. The chatter of the women
quieted. "Tonight you'll be treated to a truly awful story." I ran my
fingers along the spines of the books, pausing at one and pulling it from
the shelf. This I opened with the bookmark and withdrew a second book bound
in paper. I returned the first book to the shelf and turned to face my
guests. "Some years ago, a naive girl came to Philadelphia. She soon took
up with a rather well to do farrier. In time the farrier introduced her to
a woman you all know. And soon she found herself in that woman's home at a
party not unlike this at all. That woman was none other than Catherine
Pennigton and the girl I speak of, was me. At that party she read a story
of a pair of most lecherous sisters. And tonight, I would like for the
lovely Catherine to read that story to you."
	Catherine immediately declined but the women, and I
insisted. Reluctantly she approached me and took the booklet. "Where ever
did you find this?" She asked.
	"It was no small feat I assure you, but please, I so look forward
to being held in your thrall." I left her, sitting next to my Sandra on the
floor. As Catherine read the story, very nearly exactly as I remembered it,
I wrapped my arms around my love. But for a moment, if only that I felt as
if Maddy's ghost had somehow found me here and sat just behind me, holding
me. A tear, be it sadness or joy I don't know, slipped from my eye and I
lay my head against Sandra.
	When the story was finished Catherine sat before Sandra and
I. Around us women were slowly moving toward making love, whether simply
flirting or passionately kissing. "Did I do as well as you remember?" She
asked.
	"Better I think. Maddy would have been proud."
	"I hope." She patted my head like a child. "Charity sits alone
behind you, I think I should join her before someone else snatches her away
from me." With that Catherine joined her lover and they showed no
hesitation in undressing one another and making love.
	"Does incest entice you Miss?" Sandra asked. She slid around in
front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her in to my lap
and kissed her deeply. "Shall I call you sister?" I shook me head and she
smiled. "Would you like me to tell you a true tale of sisters that I
witnessed with my own eyes?"
	"No love." I said as I kissed her. "I only want you." I began
undressing her, then myself. She raised up and I pressed my lips to her
bosom. Her nipples were erect as I nibbled and kissed them. The perfumes
from our baths still clung to she skin. I lay her back in a pile of pillows
as I lavished kisses on her. She moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she
watched me work my way down her body.
	"I'm yours mistress." She whispered absently, "use me for your
pleasure."
	I had become accustomed to her whispering such things when we made
love, but I would never come to like it. I drove my tongue deep in to her
folds and drew it up, eliciting shudders from her. I knew how to keep her
mostly quiet after all.
	I lapped at her sex, reaching my fingers deep with in her. She
bucked her hips and rocked in time with me. I suckled her most sensitive
spot drawing her slowly but steady closer to her climax until at last she
drew a sharp deep breath and dug her fingers in to my back.
	When it subsided I crawled back up along her body kissing her all
the way. I hovered over her, looking down to find a smile playing at her
lips while she coquettishly nibbled the tip of her finger. Her eyes were
closed but I knew she did this for my benefit. "Kiss me." She turned to me
and raised up to press her lips against mine. I lay down beside her and she
bent down to suckle my nipples, whispering as she did. She often whispered
incoherently when we made love. What she was saying, she said it too fast
to easily understand. It had taken months for me to work out all of it. It
was little more than mantras Josephine had most certainly taught her.
	`Her pleasure is mine, it's what I'm for. It's my joy to serve her,
to be used by her. Her ecstasy is my ecstasy, I have no will that is not
hers, I will serve her from the bottom of my heart.' And on and on like
that. I hated that she did it, but it seemed something she could not do
without so I left it alone.
	Sandra was working her way down to my nethers but I stopped. "I'll
have your lips." I whispered. She pulled herself up and began kissing me. I
guided her hand along my body and finally between my legs. "Like this."
	"As you please my mistress." We kissed deeply and passionately as
she rubbed her fingers in circles around my clitoris. From time to time she
would dip her fingers deep inside me and then back out then again she made
ever faster circles until at last I buried my head against her breast and
cried out. She had left me gasping for breath and unaware that we'd drawn a
small audience. When I had recovered to find myself being clapped for it
reminded me of the first party I'd ever attended. I began laughing and sat
up.
	"Go ahead then, don't be shy, I'm sure you all know how to do it."
I encouraged.
	We made love late in to the night. As the candles burned low and
the other women lay sleeping or whispering quietly to one another, I took
Sandra's hand and we retired to our room. There we only just had the
strength to change in to our night dresses before laying down and wrapping
our arms around one another.