Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:28:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 3

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

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1792 Philadelphia

	Madeline met me early that day. The day that changed my life in
Philadelphia. We walked together to a lovely pond where we watched ducks
and geese swimming. Even against the harsh stares of those around us
Madeline held my hand in hers and we sat like foolish little girls making
eyes at one another.
	"Come and live with me Elizabeth." She said after what seemed an
internal debate on the subject. I did not know what to say at first. Did
she mean what I hoped she meant? Or did she simply want me around to
relieve loneliness?
	I thought about it for some time before I smiled and nodded my head
to her. The house mistress had grown cold toward me when she saw that
nothing she had said had deterred me from seeing Madeline. The sisters
seemed always to giggle about me and even the other girls were
different. It was the dirty secret of the house, and I was the unfortunate
subject of it. It had all become too much and Madeline was offering a way
to escape it.
	"This very day then, we'll go now and gather your things." She
insisted. She stood and dusted herself off then offered her arm to me. I
took it confidently. I could do anything with confidence when I was with
her.
	We walked an hour back to the house and Madeline politely remained
outside while I went up to pack my bag. I had come with two dresses. I
would leave with three. I had two dollars when I arrived in the house and I
had three dollars saved now. I turned to leave feeling I'd long worn out my
welcome, but found the sisters standing at the door. They walked in
together and wrapped their arms around me, wishing me a tearful farewell.
	I had not expected such from them or anyone else. I felt I had
fallen out of favor with them all. Elsa stood back and held my hands,
looking at me for what she knew to be the last time. "Elizabeth dear, does
she truly make you happy?"
	"She does." I answered.
	"Such things are what you want? Could you never see yourself with a
proper husband and family?" I shook my head. "Then I wish you all the
happiness in the world."
	"Me too." Mary offered. I smiled at them as tears slipped down my
cheeks.
	"And I you Elsa... Mary... I shall truly miss you."
	"I can't say that either of us can understand it, but we'll miss
you."
	I nodded, that was good enough. Could I have asked any more?
Perhaps I had misunderstood them. As I stood there I realized that they may
have been giggling and whispering for me, and not at me. Of course any
acceptance they felt for me had to be as hidden as my relationship with
Madeline should have been.
	I paid my rent until the end of the week and left the house, in to
Madeline's waiting arms. She smiled and took my bag in one hand then
offered her free arm to escort me to my new home.
	We caught a cab at the cafe and rode to her home. It was situated
above her workshop. She could boast of three bed chambers, a kitchen a
sitting room and a parlor. It was a fine house indeed.
	I had not imagined in my life that I would live with such
luxury. And so it was that I set about cooking, cleaning and doing all of
the womanly things I had been taught to do. She worked from dawn to dusk in
the shop and came upstairs everyday weary and dirty.
	Without fail I would draw her a bath. She was indeed the cleanest
Farrier in all of the city. And together we would sit in the tub and
wash. Our eyes never leaving the other, we flirted, smiled and enjoyed the
closeness but with all of that, strangely, she had not taken me to her bed
though I tried to seem available to her.
	She was resisting. Sleeping in her own room and leaving me in
mine. I was saddened but what could I have done?
	Three weeks passed with this strange practice. I was frustrated and
not feeling only a little the fool for thinking she had any romantic
interest in me. We sat at our dinner table eating in silence when at last I
looked across at her. "Have I misunderstood?" I asked. "Were you not
courting me all that time?" Madeline swallowed hard but looked relieved.
	"Of course Elizabeth." She sipped at her soup. A moment passed and
she looked up to me, her face wore an expression of uncertainty, something
I'd never thought I would see. "Am I your first?" She asked. I shook my
head and blushed. It seemed a relief to her though. "And you are not mine,
not by many."
	Many? I thought, how many. Something in me wanted to know but
something else assured me it would be better not to think of it. "There are
lots of tom boys here?" I finally asked.
	"No I should think not. But there are enough. And we're not toms,
only British girls are toms. Here in the United States, we're.. Well we
haven't a word here to tell the truth. Sapphist perhaps." she said.
	"Sapphist?" I repeated. "That's the word? The poet Sappho?" I
finally really had a word to describe my unnatural desires. My perversions
had a name and it came as such a relief to me.
	"I've something to show you I think." She said. I wanted to know
right away but she insisted that we finish our supper. When we were done we
bathed as we always did. For any one else so much bathing would be unusual
but Madeline insisted that it was necessary.
	We finished, dried ourselves and dawned our night dresses. Madeline
then lead me to her room and stood before me for some time letting me see
her looking like a girl, for she so rarely did. "Do you like me this way?
She asked. I did. Better even but I daren't say it. "You're a fine lady
yourself and that excites me. It's what I know I am but you... Raised by
nuns... Am I a passing fancy Elizabeth?"
	"No" I assured. "No not at all Maddy. Not ever. I know it is my
desire only to be with a woman. I know it truly."
	"I want to show you something but you must understand it's gravity
child. If you accept I will have ruined you for any man. None will have you
and you'll be alone. I could not bear that guilt."
	"I'd rather be alone than bound to a man." I assured. Madeline
tried to smile. She knelt at the edge of her bed and reached underneath
pulling out a carpet bag.
	"This is a bit of a treasure. I have had to trade a lifetime of
free work and horseshoes to acquire this and assure it's secrecy. She
opened the bag and withdrew what at first I saw as the strangest object I
had ever laid my eyes on. I realized shortly that it was a phallus
. Suspended from a belt of sorts that seemed to fit about the waist and
between the legs. I stared for a moment in wonder at the device before
Madeline slipped out of her night dress and dawned it.
	I did not know what to do. I was in shock but no less intrigued for
it. She laid me on the bed and caressed me, laying on top of me and kissing
me deeply. I could feel the phallus between my legs, pushing at my sex
through my gown. I realized suddenly that I was aching for it. Such
deviance. Such perversion as this surely must never have been explored. No
woman felt such desires as I felt now and certainly it meant that there was
something wrong with me. I was so ashamed of my wanton lust and yet my
shame did nothing to discourage my explorations. "What is it?" I finally
managed to ask.
	"It is called a dildo. A wicked device serving no purpose but to
excite the loins of a woman."
	Wickedness, perversion, it was my pursuit now. My life's work. All
of the virtue of virginity and chastity meant nothing in that moment. Want
was all that I had and was my mistress now.
	I rose up as she pulled my gown from my body. We kissed each other,
caressed each other. Madeline was savoring every inch of my flesh and I was
content to let her. Even my curiosity about the object she now wore was not
enough to make me want to rush her.
	She suckled my nipples like a child and slid her hands between my
legs, gathering my wetness and licking it from her fingers. "You know this
will hurt at first?" She asked. I nodded. I had heard what it was too loose
one's virginity. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
	Was I? I had to wonder. I did not love this woman. I loved Molly, I
would have had no doubts had Molly asked such a thing of me but now, in
that moment I wondered if I should not be in love. I contemplated this a
time before I decided that I could never love again. I smiled up at
Madeline and nodded my head. "I'm ready." I whispered.
	Madeline pressed her lips to mine and drove her tongue in to my
mouth. Waves of excitement and heat washed over me and finally she held
herself above me. Again I nodded my head.
	She was gentle but quick about it. She pushed the phallus in to me
and I felt the taring of flesh. I gasped in pain but fought not to show any
more.
	It was over quickly. She worked the dildo in to me and out. Driving
it deep within me, and each time I groaned, cried out or gasped. I felt so
full, where Molly's fingers had never provided such sensation.
	At long last I felt my climax growing in my loins and I tore at
Madeline's buttocks urging her to move faster, to go deeper, to push
harder.
	Madeline grabbed a pillow from under my head and covered my face as
I screamed out. I hardly even realized I had until it was too late. Surely
the neighbors would have heard me, surely they would know of the deviant
and wanton behavior we were now engaging in. A part of me expected the nock
of a constable at the door at any moment.
	I wanted to wear the dildo. I wanted to return the pleasure to
Madeline but she would not hear of it. Instead I was encouraged between her
legs where I happily lapped at her sex. I knew what I was doing though I
had not done it in such a time. I feared I might have forgotten how but I
had not, and it was as exquisite as I remembered.
	When at last Madeline pushed her hips in to the mattress and moaned
loudly I nearly climaxed a second time myself.
	We slept that night, her holding me from behind and, I laying in
the darkness only wished that it had been Molly. It was not regret that I
felt. I did not regret what we had done. I only wished that it could have
been in the light of the love I had felt for Molly.
	I awoke just before dawn. Madeline would sleep a while longer as I
prepared breakfast for us both. It was quite a fine meal, eggs and
breakfast sausage. Madeline's shop did a good turn of business. Even for as
unusual as she must seem to most, she had a fine reputation and her clients
were very loyal.
	Madeline joined me at the small table we took our meals from.  She
ate quietly, smiling up at me from time to time.
	"What is it?" I finally asked. She smiled broader and set her fork
down.
	"Do you feel different?" She asked. "I felt different the first
time."
	"My loins ache." I admitted. "And I suppose I do feel
different. But I cannot quite guess how."
	She had said the first time. Had she been invaded by such an object
once? Did she have a woman who guided her as I now felt she was guiding me?
Molly could have been a passing fancy. A childhood indulgence, but it was
more than that now. Madeline was not a passing fancy. I knew what I desired
and I had gone after it. I had gotten it. I could hardly imagine what I had
done. It would be years before the importance Madeline had played in my
life fully dawned on me.
	"The pain will pass. You'll feel it a little less every time until
you feel only pleasure." Every time she had said. I could only hope that
she meant that. That she intended to indulge our perversions fully and
often.
	When breakfast was done I cleaned the table and she went down to
her shop to begin the day's work. I had so much to do every day, but this
day I could only think of the night before.
	A year prior I would have thought that such a thing might disgust
me. My flesh invaded by a male member. It was enough to make me feel ill,
but I had not felt ill the night before. Knowing it was Madeline made it
acceptable. Made it pleasurable.
	We lived this way for another few weeks before questions began to
arise and Madeline settled on the story that I was a cousin come to help
her. The story was good enough and the questions stopped. Whatever anyone
might think or suspect they kept to themselves.
	I said that my new life began with her and it did. But it was not
the sexual explorations that made my new life new. It was my introduction
to the underworld of Philadelphia. I could never have suspected that such
things existed here had she not shown me.
	Madeline told me not to prepare dinner on a particular night. She
closed her shop exactly at six and came up, hurriedly bathing and dressing
in a lovely purple vest and black breeches. She lead me out of the house
and to the street where we hailed a cab.
	We rode an hour, deep in to the city. Madeline sat quietly, smiling
and looking at me. She knew what I was going to see but I could only
guess. At long last we stopped and got out of the cab. She paid the driver
and lead me to a stairwell going just below street level. The scent of wine
and stale beer wafted up and from inside I heard a voice rising in song. A
tavern? I thought to myself and indeed it was but not like any I could have
imagined.
	We descended the stair where a bearded man first welcomed Madeline
and then with a glance and wink at me, opened the door, affording us
passage.
	I did not immediately recognize the new world I had stepped in
to. It was not until upon closer inspection that I realized the majority of
people in this tavern were women and those I had taken for men and boys
were not at all but instead like my Maddy.
	I did not know what too think. So many unusual women here in this
one place. Were they all like me? I wondered. Did they all come in hopes of
finding even one night's pleasure with another of their own sex. What had
Maddy done to me? I was a lady and my unwholesome desires had been kept
secret but here there was no secret. The knowing glances and smiles, the
greetings and introductions all meant that each of them knew what Maddy and
I did in the secrecy of her room. Did they know about the wicked device she
kept hidden neath her bed? Did they know I welcomed it in to me?
	I was immediately ashamed. Blushing and nearly in tears I turned
and made my way to the door but Madeline stopped me.
	"What is it," she asked. I turned to her, my eyes filled with
shame. I cannot even today adequately describe my humiliation. Madeline saw
it though, and I believe she even understood. "These women are friends."
She insisted. "What they know of us, we know of them. There is no need of
secrets here." She urged me back to the bar. "No where in the world should
you find such kind and accepting hearts." I tried to believe her. I wanted
to believe her. Still something in me could not relax that night.
	"Maddy." A woman in breeches and soldier's jacket exclaimed. She
shook my Maddy's hand then looked over her shoulder at me. "And who is this
enchanting creature that graces you with her presence?" I immediately
blushed and turned away. The woman stepped around Madeline and took my hand
in hers kissing it like a man. "Charmed I'm sure." She said with a smile.
	"Careful Catherine, she's with me."
	"Indeed." The woman patted Madeline on the shoulder and
smiled. "Does she have a name I wonder?" Her eyes never leaving me.
	"Elizabeth." I answered with a quick curtsey.
	Catherine bowed low before me sweeping her hat in front of
her. "Catherine Pennington, at your service m'lady." She then turned to
Madeline and they spoke quietly for a moment before Catherine raised her
voice and called to the barkeep to provide us a drink of our choosing at
her cost.
	She soon left us alone to enjoy our drinks, returning to a gathered
crowd of similarly dressed women. I watched her for some time with no small
level of fascination.
	"She owns the house above." Madeline told me. I tore my eyes away
and looked at her. "Her father died in the revolution. Gave his life to
free us."
	"Then he was a hero." I said.
	"He was a fiend that did one good thing."
	"He fought for us?"
	"He died." She answered. I will never know why Maddy would say
something so cruel, never again did something that horrible pass her lips,
and Catherine herself never spoke to me in any detail of her father. She
drank down a tankard of ale all at once and set the empty on the
table. "Her mother soon took ill and lives above. This place, it is
hers. And very exclusive. We are fortunate to be welcomed here. Mostly it
is only for the very wealthy."
	"Is this a condition of the wealthy?" I asked.
	"Are we wealthy?" She asked me. We were not. We did well and lived
well but not without a great deal of work and saving. Above us there were
surely servants, maids, cooks and the like. But Madeline and I could never
afford such luxury. "I do not know what makes us this way." She smiled and
kissed my cheek. "But I don't care. I simply enjoy it."
	She enjoyed it? How I wondered. I was so ashamed of my
perversions. My unnatural desires troubled me so deeply and I dearly wished
it was not so. Truly it was love and hate. A part of me loved what I had
become but the lady I had been raised to be hated it, yet Madeline enjoyed
it. My admiration of her grew that night. She was so free within herself. I
hoped that perhaps someday I could learn to be so free.
	We drank and talked for the rest of the night. It was early morning
when Madeline took me from the tavern back out to the streets. We walked
along quietly for some time before she began to look for a suitable cab.
	I thought we should never find a ride but at last a coachman
stopped for us and Madeline opened the door, helping me inside. A moment
later we were in each other's drunken arms, kissing and touching as the
carriage bumped and swayed toward her home.
	We at last arrived at the house and Madeline jumped out, then took
my hand to help me down. She paid the driver and we stumbled and giggled
our way in to the house.
	I knew what Madeline had in mind when she pulled me close and ran
her hands to my bottom, squeezing it gently. She wanted the same thing I
did. The same thing we both always seemed to want.
	It is the one thing about a perversion I think. Too have it in
one's mind is not such a terrible thing. I believe all people think such
things at some time or another in their lives. Especially a lady I
think. We are to forever be the focus of someone else's baser desires but
we ourselves are forbidden to have such desire or enjoy the act. We should
be ashamed and disdainful of such things. Surely all ladies must live so
rich a secret fantasy life I suspect.
	However, indulge your desire once, allow your perverse fantasies to
be made real only a single time and you are forever given to them. I did
not know what wickedness had seized me but I could not have escaped it
now. It had been released from Pandora's box and now I could not ever put
it back. But even worse than the sins I committed every moment of every day
in acting as the wife of this farrier I had come to know, I did not want to
chase this demon away. And so even as much as I hated it, also did I love
my wicked heart and all of the forbidden pleasure it brought me. I loved it
with great shame. I would not have been able to admit it then. I can only
say such things now. Now that I have explored my every perversion and such
things as being a wife to this woman seems tame and unexciting.
	Her tongue invaded my mouth and I indulged her. I cupped her
breasts in my hands, I pulled her vest off and unbuttoned her shirt. She
pulled and untied until my dress could easily be pulled away. We fell to
the bed and as she kissed me she managed to pull the bag and it's forbidden
contents from beneath the bed.
	I had come to love her wicked device. It brought me no less
pleasure than her tongue and far more than her fingers. She pulled it up
her legs and buckled it around her waist. A devious smiled played at her
lips as she enjoyed my anticipation.
	She pushed it against my sex, sliding the tip up and down along my
opening. I shuddered and moaned. She was preparing me. I held her breasts
in my hands using my thumbs to tease her nipples as she teased my loins.
	Finally when I thought surely I could bare no more she pushed the
phallus in to me and I threw my head back with a breathy sigh. Yes, yes and
yes, this is what I longed for.
	She pushed it in deeply and slowly at first but grew in speed over
time. We rocked together, my hands moving from her breasts to her soft
bottom. I pulled her deeper, ever deeper.
	She suddenly took me in her arms and rolled over, bringing me to
sit atop her, straddling her hips and able to push the dildo as deeply as I
so desired. This was a new experience for me and it brought a new brand of
ecstasy as I bounced up and down on her, bringing myself to shattering
ecstasy.
	I fell forward on her and closed my eyes, needing a moment to
recover. She gently stroked my back. She knew, she too had felt such a
thing, but now enjoyed the roll of instructor. This much at least I
understood.
	At long last I moved forward until her dildo was free of my
sex. She helped me remove it and I began to take my expected place between
her legs. She stopped me though, turning me above her until my face lay
between her legs and hers between mine.
	What terrible and exquisite pleasure did she have in mind for me?
At least understanding what was expected of me, I pressed my tongue in to
her sex, lapping at the opening and the knot she had taught me was called
the clitoris.
	She returned my wicked kiss and we exchanged the pleasures for
quite some time before the familiar building of pleasure encouraged me in
to a more regular rhythm. It seemed that this encouraged her as well and to
my surprise we both achieved our climax at the same time. Licking, kissing
and suckling one another until at last we both relaxed. I rolled on to the
bed folding my legs behind me. I stroked her legs and belly. I loved her
soft skin. She gently stroked me and though her hands were rough with hard
labor, there was a gentleness to her touch.
	It was not love, but I was content with it. Madeline I knew loved
me, and I said the words so as not to hurt her feelings, but I did not feel
it. All the same it was something I could envision as being the rest of my
life. It truly was wonderful, being with her. The sinful nights, the days
of work and togetherness. I imagined this to be the way of the rest of my
life, and was quite content with it.