Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2017 16:00:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Amanda <mandagl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 6

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

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1796 Philadelphia

	The servants had brought my breakfast to my room. It was not
unheard of but rare. Soon after the meal arrived Catherine came to my room
and sat with me while I ate. I had been living with her for three years
now, and most of my meals were taken in the dinning room or the breakfast
nook.
	"I'm going to the Louisiana territory to breed one of my mares."
She informed me. "I shan't be returning alone."
	"Who will you bring?"
	"It's too terrible to face I fear." She said, looking sad.
	I wiped my mouth and sat up. "What is it?"
	"Now that my mother is dead, I am the end of my family line. I once
hoped she may become well and produce a brother for me. Someone for her to
will our fortune too. However this has never happened. So it falls to me to
produce the heir."
	"You can't mean..."
	"Indeed." Tears formed in her eyes. "I fear my parties, my life, my
tavern are to come to an end now."
	"This cannot be Catherine. Surely there is another way." I set my
tray aside and moved closer. "Can women not own land handed down to them?
This is the new world is it not?"
	"And when I am gone, too whom shall my holdings pass?"
	"But if you marry would your husband not take everything?" I asked.
	"I'm no fool child. My lawyer, he is my uncle. My holdings are, on
paper, scant, though I control much wealth. It is by fortune alone that My
Uncle would be so honest as to fulfill my father's wishes. And I fear he
might not have been were it not that my father's fortune pales next too his
own. What is mine is hidden in false holding companies, and manly
pseudonyms."
	"Still, surely you need not be married."
	"Should I produce a bastard?" She seemed to contemplate it for a
moment. I could see in her face that she desperately searched for an
alternative. "Rescue an orphan and will it all to her?" This brightened her
face slightly. To me it sounded like the perfect answer, but even being in
her home I did not fully understand the nuances of people of wealth. "No
man shall abide my wickedness." She said quietly. "All of my life will
change and all so that I can produce a child to leave my fortune too." A
tear slipped from the corner of her eye. "I have always hated my fortune,
and now it has cost me everything that I hold dear." She scoffed. "Funny
isn't it? The things we cherish most, often cannot be bought."
	"Why?" I begged. "Why must you marry a man? Leave it to Alice
or..."
	"You?" She smiled. "If only it were possible."
	"Why can't it be?" I had to understand. I was scarcely concerned
with the notion of inheriting her wealth. What I feared was loosing
everything else Catherine meant. "Why can't you make it possible?"
	"It simply isn't done, that is why." She sounded angry.
	"What will we do without you Catherine? Does that mean nothing to
you?"
	"Oh more than I can say." She placed her hand on my arm. "My girls
and my horses are all I've ever loved."
	I was sobbing uncontrollably by now. I ached at the thought of
loosing Catherine. I wondered who else I would loose? Alice? Those I called
friends from the tavern? "What manner of wife will you make Catherine?"
	"A terrible one I'll wager." She laughed. "Shan't let him touch me
once I conceive. Perhaps I should be so lucky then as to have him divorce
me."
	"What about a... Sodomite?" I cringed. "If you ignore his
wickedness would he not strike the deal and ignore yours?" I
asked. Catherine laughed again.
	"No I fear that Pierre is truly a man."
	"You know him already?"
	"I do."
	"But Catherine there could never be another like you." I wiped the
tears from my eyes. "What you've created for us, no one could ever manage
that again."
	"Perhaps it will all be fine in the end. On our wedding night if I
conceive it could all end there since he'll no doubt see that I failed to
bleed for him."
	"You've..."
	"Many years ago. From whom do you think Madeline learned about the
dildo? And I had learned it from my first. And I hope someday you will
teach it to another, if that is the legacy I can pass on, then this will
not be so horrible." She sighed. "I've known this time would come for many
years now. I've simply denied it for as long as I can. I only have a few
years left that I can produce an heir then it will be too late."
	"So let it be too late Catherine. Will all your wealth to the
Quakers. They could even continue to help the slaves."
	Catherine shook her head. "I have dedicated what must surely be
pounds of gold, tons of ships, and even blood, to that cause and that
church. So much that if gold were the answer nary a negro would live in
bondage the world over... It is not gold which will free them but
people. And when I am gone, with or without my fortune, there shall be one
less of those to fight for them," she said quietly. A moment of
contemplation passed her. "This is something I cannot escape love. A time
will come when we must all do what is expected of us. I've done all I could
but now I too must do my duty. As Eliza shall someday, as Constance, as all
of us who must produce heirs."
	And that was the end of it. Again I found myself devastated. It had
begun to seem that every one that I had come to rely on somehow was taken
from me. That was the day I began to realize that I must become my own
woman. I must make my own way in the world and never place my future in the
hands of another again. These realizations did nothing to stem the tide of
tears I cried for the next three days, however.
	Catherine was true to her word with me though. She was prepared to
give me the money from the sale of Madeline's home. She had also seen to it
that money her husband would not find out about would be paid to me every
week. It was a tidy sum. Twenty five gold coins each week. I was shocked by
such generosity and wondered to myself how I could ever begin to spend such
funds.
	I had to decide where I was going to go. I could not stay in
Catherine's house, but at least I had until the next party, which she held
in the spring of that year.
	She made it known that it would be the last, and it was certainly
the best, even in the shadow of her burden. Women came from across the seas
to partake of her hospitality. It lasted a full week and every manner of
debauchery was indulged. She spared no expense in treating the women to
everything she could imagine. And this year, this year she was the one who
gave us the show, much to Alice's disappointment as the girl had dearly
hoped to be the crown jewel of her final gathering.
	That year, the ultimate taboo. She had one of the former slaves she
had brought to Pennsylvania years before at the party. Something that was a
great shock to so many. But what was most shocking was to see Catherine in
her coat and breeches kneeling between the woman's legs, lapping and
sucking her sex. I wondered to myself if this was what she had meant by her
exotic tastes.
	When it all ended I fell to tears again. Alice stayed with me
another two days but could do little to comfort me. Before she left though
she made me swear an oath that I would write her from wherever I went.
	And that was the end of my time with Catherine, and ultimately in
Philadelphia. Without Catherine's leadership and tavern there would be
nothing left of us, her girls. I knew of some of the attendants of the
parties and I wondered to myself if anything like I had known here existed
elsewhere in the country. New York City seemed to have promise. It was
there that Constance had been widowed and now lived with a woman she
commonly called her cousin.
	I did not know her address but surely someone there would know her
name, she after all was quite wealthy thanks to the death of her
husband. Catherine had lawyers in New York City, Amsterdam and Paris. All I
would have to do is tell any of them my name and the allowance she afforded
me would begin to come within weeks.
	On the day that Catherine and I said our tearful goodbyes she left
for the south, I took a coach from Philadelphia, but not before stopping to
see Alice for what I feared might have been the last time in my life.
	Catherine had told me that I might wish to seek out Constance in
New York City, thus setting my heart on the city in the end. She knew
others there and might be persuaded to introduce me. Little did I know what
she was sending me to. Of course I don't think she expected it either as
she had expected me to meet with Constance only.
	The trip to New York City was unexpectedly short. I would suppose
that if I had studied maps and geography more I would not have been so
surprised.
	I rented a room in a hotel across the street from where the
coachman let me out. I stood looking out of the window wondering if this
was my new home or just a stop on the way to a life I had not yet
conceived.
	I was flush with cash. I had a thousand gold coins and an
additional twenty five per week paid back for the years I had lived with
Catherine. I could hardly believe how much she had given me, but it was not
a life time's wealth. It was only enough to get me started well in a new
place, and I mustn't spend it foolishly.
	As I stood in my room gazing out of the window while the sun set
lazily, suddenly I became aware of the destiny that I would make for
myself. It was this new vision that gave me a direction in my life. I could
learn all I needed and hopefully find the perfect city to live out my
dream.
	I ate my dinner that night content in the knowledge that I would,
for the first time in my life, have a destiny of my own making. Indeed I
would rely on Catherine's money initially but the day would come when I
could thank her politely and cut myself off. I simply needed to find a way
to perpetuate an income first.
	In the morning I would find Constance. She had no reason to
befriend me as I was much beneath her but we had at least our perversions
in common and the knowledge of Catherine's sorority. Perhaps that would be
enough for us and she would teach me about the more interesting points of
New York City.
	With the sun rise my first stop became Catherine's New York
Lawyer. I secured my income for the following weeks, perhaps months or
years with him. I was about to leave the office when it occurred to me that
he might have known Constance.
	"Sir, I was wondering..." I began. "Do you know a Constance
Burgham?" He looked at me for several moments, curious why one such as
myself might ask after a lady of such station. I knew from his stare that
he did and hoped he could tell me where to find her.
	"She lives outside Manhattan." He finally said.
	"Would you provide me a map perhaps?" I batted my eyes, and did my
level best to seem demure and helpless. I hoped that this would cause him
to take pity on me and provide all I asked.
	He did as I asked. And with map in hand I left him, taking the
first coach I could. I gave the driver the map and we rode two hours to the
estate.
	I was quite concerned as I walked up the long path to the front
door. I hesitated only a moment before ringing the bell. Shortly afterward
a man opened the door, looking me over carefully. "I am Elizabeth Jordan, I
am here to speak to the lady of the house."
	"No solicitors ma'am." He was about to shut the door but I blocked
it with my foot and smiled.
	"No, of course not. I am not a solicitor. I believe she will be
willing to speak with me, I am one of Catherine's girls."
	He nodded his head and told me to wait then closed the door. After
ten minutes I thought that I was being made the fool and was about to leave
when the door opened again. It was the same man. "This way." He said.
	I was lead through a house every bit as wonderful as Catherine's,
to a parlor where, upon a sofa, sat Constance and Mary, the supposed cousin
she was never far from.
	"Elizabeth Jordan m'lady." He announced and left us there.
	"It took me a moment to remember your name girl." She said, turning
to look me over. "You could have dressed better perhaps and my man would
not have thought you a solicitor." She stood and approached me. "One of
Catherine's girls." She said with a false smile. This was not going
well. She did not at all look pleased to see me. "What is it? Do you want
money? Quarter?"
	"No, nothing like that m'lady."
	"Good because you shan't find it here." She returned to the couch
and I moved to stand in front of her.
	"You know the city." I finally said. "I do not. I need someone to
teach me the... Finer points of New York City shall we say." She glanced at
Mary then back to me.
	"You're asking me to be your guide?" She asked, Mary tittered.
	"I'm asking you to take pity on one not unlike yourself
ma'am. Catherine has provided well for me, but I wish to find other like
minded women. Perhaps there is a place..."
	"No. Not here. Nothing like what Catherine had. I'm sorry." She
dismissed me. I was nearly out of the parlor when she called to me. "How
did you find me?"
	I told her about the lawyer and she seemed annoyed. I feared then
that I had caused him trouble and was immediately sorry for my honesty. I
left them and returned to my hotel.
	A week passed without any sign of anything even remotely similar to
Catherine's tavern. I had hoped I might see something but the city was
larger than Philadelphia and I realized that it was very likely that
without contacts here I could search forever and find nothing. After all,
we are necessarily secretive and quite good at it.
	I had begun to contemplate other cities. I spent time seeking out
bookstores in hopes of finding literature of a more improper nature that
might give me a clue as to where I should go next.
	It was evening and I was siting in my room looking over a book I
had bought when there came a knock at my door. I got up and crossed the
room, opening the door to find Mary standing outside looking a bit unsure.
	"Our mutual lawyer friend told me where to find you." She said. I
stood aside to let her in.
	"Does Constance know..."
	"She sent me." Mary smiled. "She's not so cold as she seemed." I
knew that. She had been quite friendly at Catherine's party. "New York is
not a friendly city for women of our type. But we are not entirely
alone. You will find that there is a tea party held every Monday at four."
She handed me a piece of paper. "They wouldn't let you in off the street,
but Constance has promised to send for you, she will gain access for you."
She looked me over, then glanced about my room. "Please wear your finest
dress."
	She did not stay any longer. Monday? That was in two days. I would
have to find a dress that might allow me to pass in higher circles. Nothing
I had brought from Catherine's seemed appropriate.
	I spent several hours the following day, hoping to find a dress
that would fit since I would not have time to wait for one to be
made. Eventually I found a red velvet dress that would do for the party.
	When at last a coach arrived for me I hurried from my room and
boarded it. I thought I would have to pay the fair but I learned that it
was one of Constance's personal drivers.
	I rode some time to a large house within the city. It seemed a fine
place and I climbed the steps to the door with great hope and anticipation.
	I reached out to ring the bell but the door opened and a woman in a
butler's uniform gestured for me to enter. "Miss Elizabeth Jordan I
presume." I nodded my head and was lead upstairs to a large sitting room.
	Within I found five women sitting in silk and velvet dresses
sipping from fine china cups and talking quietly.  I was announced and all
eyes turned to me. Mary stood and gestured to an empty chair which I took.
	I sat quietly, sipping tea as I listened to the conversations of
the women around me. I was not sure how to approach them and none seemed to
take much interest in me.
	"Elizabeth is it?" A voice caught my attention and I looked up to
see a woman in the most lovely dress, wearing a tall white wig and
smiling. "I am Josephine Prauge, this is my party." She told me. She
offered her hand and believing I understood I rose and took it, kissing it
gently. "You're one of the infamous Catherine's girls are you not?" I
nodded my head briefly. "Awful sort that Catherine, I haven't the foggiest
why our Constance indulges her... So are you the girl she buggered for
entertainment?"
	There was a titter from the others. I felt sure I had blushed but I
felt more anger than shame. Catherine had freed us with her wicked
parties. I could not understand how this Josephine could speak of her
so. "No." Then something came over me and I surprised myself. "But I think
you could use a good buggering and I'd be happy to oblige." Her eyes
widened but her smile did not fade. The girls at the party giggled and she
glanced around at them.
	"Mind your manners girl." She snapped. I looked down at Constance
for a moment and she smiled up at me.
	"Oh Josephine, stop being cruel." Mary said. The woman half smiled
and sipped her tea. I returned to my seat keeping my gaze on her.
	"We do not engage in such debauchery here. We are proper ladies and
would never do any such thing... Save of course Constance and dear Mary,
filthy sluts that they are."
	"Oh come Josephine, you've buggered a girl or two in your time."
Constance teased.
	"Indeed, but in my defense I thought they were boys." I had no idea
how they teased me that day.
	Two hours passed with the women being cruel to me, to one another
and toward Catherine, for my benefit. I sat, taking it, grinding my teeth
and biting my tongue. I did not give in to my anger. I desired nothing more
than to turn them each over my knee and give them a proper spanking for
their absolutely awful behavior, but I did nothing.
	If they were my door to New York's underworld then I had no choice
but to take it. No choice but to do as I'd been told and mind my
manners. These women though were all I'd come to believe about the very
wealthy. Bitchy, cruel, and all behind a false smile. They were not at all
the type of woman Catherine and Madeline had taught me to be. Not at all
the type of woman I wanted to be.
	Indeed I must say that what Madeline and Catherine had taught me
simply would not do in the normal world of which I had to be a part on a
daily basis but for my nights and in my private time I had learned to be
something else all together, and for as terrible as it was, I enjoyed it.
	It was for only another three weeks that I continued on living in
my hotel and going each Monday to the tea party. I had resolved that I
would go no more the third time when Josephine stopped me as I left.
	"What do you know of Catherine and how she came to learn her true
nature?" The woman asked me. She was speaking to me decently for the first
time and I decided that I would answer her question.
	"She calls it a legacy. One taught to her, then to Madeline and
finally me." I turned fully to face her, looking in to her eyes.
	"To you? So you think you know what was taught Catherine?" She
laughed. "Who do you think it was bestowed that legacy on her?"
	Surprised, my eyes widened, "you?" I could hardly believe it though
after the way she had spoken of Catherine.
	"Of course dear, before my husband had died even, when she was but
a girl." Josephine looked quite pleased with herself as she spoke, "she was
just a girl when she came to be beneath my wing."
	"But how?"
	"Her mother was ill, and had nothing to say even then of her
comings and goings. But she spent a year here and she was my... Student."
	"Student ma'am?"
	"Indeed. And now, now I think I should like that you would be my
student."
	"Me ma'am?" I felt quite unsure of what she meant and not only a
little afraid. I had no idea the honor I was being offered. She said little
else though, leaving me only to imagine what it could mean. And believe you
me, I failed miserably to adequately imagine.
	She gave me three days to decide and to get my affairs in order. I
went to Catherine's lawyer and made sure that my allowance and money would
be secure with him. I could only hope that he was as honest as she when I
left to return to my hotel.
	I waited for her coach to arrive with only my single bag, three
dresses and the only treasure I had left of Madeline, her wicked device.
	I admit that I was intrigued. If Josephine had been Catherine's
mentor, then most certainly I might learn from her as well. I might come to
learn the things I needed to meet with the destiny I had chosen for myself.
	After all I'd seen I would find that I was still quite naive. In
the next year of my life I would learn the most horrible things, and yet I
would endure it, ever faithful that I might someday pass on Catherine's
legacy as she had called it.
	Josephine's coach came and I boarded it, preparing myself for what
I was going to. At the time I thought myself ready. Sure much of what she
would show me I would already know and indeed I would come to know the
pleasures of a woman again. I felt a kind of giddy excitement at the
thought of tasting a woman's sex on my lips, feeling the softness of her
skin neath my fingertips.
	I had ridden the distance to the house Josephine held her tea
parties in many times, and expected that I would again but the driver
turned to the east and we went on two hours, beyond the edge of the city to
a fabulous estate that could rival even Catherine's.
	I was let out at the door and climbed the short stair, ringing the
bell as soon as I reached it. It would have seemed that I was eagerly
awaited as the door opened immediately where I found a maid smiling back at
me.
	"Elizabeth I presume." She said. I curtsied quickly. "You're
expected." She led me to a parlor where Josephine sat quietly strumming a
harp. I must admit the sight surprised me a bit but I did not show it.
	She finished what she was playing as I stood in anticipation. I was
becoming uncomfortable when at last she stood and strode across the room to
stand before me. "An oath," she said. "You will follow my tutelage without
question and without resistance, or I shall throw you out on that little
arse of yours."
	This concerned me a bit I must say but still I'd no idea what she
had in store for me so I was sure I was prepared. "Yes." I answered.
	"No... No, you do not speak to me so. You shall answer me only with
`if it pleases you my mistress.' do you understand?"
	What a strange thing to say I thought, but I obliged her, "if it
pleases you my mistress," I responded.
	"Now swear your oath to me.'
	"if it..."
	"No, repeat it to me as I told you. And bow your head before me."
	I did as she instructed, bowing my head. "I shall follow your
tutelage without question or resistance... If it pleases you my mistress."
	"Very good." She said. "You should not look me in the eye again
girl." She looked down at the floor to see my bag. "Come, I will show you
to your room."
	I was shown to a fine room with a large soft bed. Four tall posts
rose from the foot and head of the bed to hold aloft a silken canopy. It
was such a fine bed I could hardly believe what I was seeing nor that it
would be mine. I'd no thought at all that it's loveliness hid also utility.
	I placed my bag in the wardrobe and turned to find Josephine
standing directly behind me. "Remove your cloths." She ordered. I swallowed
hard, a bit frightened by her tone. "Did you hear me girl?"
	"If it pleases you my mistress." I did not know it then but from
that day on I would say very little else... "If it pleases you mistress,"
time and again. I did as I was told taking off my dress and bustle.
	"The rest." She ordered as I stood before her in my
petticoats. Again I uttered what I realized would soon be my motto and I
removed what clothing I had left.
	Josephine went to my night table and picked up a bell. I stood,
naked and feeling quite shy, then my belly tightened. She rang the bell and
I knew that in only a moment a servant would arrive.
	It was the very maid that had let me in to the house. Josephine
handed her my clothing, then went to my wardrobe and took my bag giving
this also to the girl. "Take it away Sandra." She ordered. The maid
curtsied quickly and left with all I had brought. I stood quietly, my eyes
on the floor just before Josephine's feet. I watched as she
approached. When she stood directly before me she spoke again. "Serve me."
She ordered. I opened my mouth to speak but was afraid. I did not know what
she meant exactly but was too frightened to ask. She repeated her order,
this time grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to my knees. I understood
then, but still she pulled the front of her dress up slightly.
	"If it pleases you my mistress." I shuddered. I took her dress and
skirts and lifted them to find that she wore nothing else beneath save her
stockings and garter belt. While everything else I'd experienced in the
past few minutes frightened me, this did not. This, it felt as if I was
slipping in to a comfortable bed, warm and soft.
	I leaned forth and wrapped my lips around her clitoris. I slid my
fingers in to her folds and worked them in and out as I lapped at her
sex. I could hear her breath coming faster and shorter as I drank in her
juices and lavished in the experience.
	I could tell she was freshly bathed and perfumed but the scent of
her sex rose all the same and I loved it. She was fresh and lovely even in
her years. I sucked her sex and licked her folds, I drove my tongue deep
within her, and moved my fingers more quickly as she rocked on her
heels. Her sex grew wetter as I worked my magic upon her and I knew that at
any moment she would climax.
	Josephine reached out and steadied herself on the wardrobe as an
orgasm ripped through her. I felt her wetness run down my chin and fingers
and tried to catch every drop with my tongue. It had been too long since
last I'd known this exquisite sin and if I should be damned for it I dare
not miss a single bit.
	I slipped from beneath her dress and remained kneeling before her
unsure if she would let me stand again. "Rise." She said after quite a long
moment. I did. I glanced up only long enough to see that she was smiling. I
remember feeling a bit of pride at that. "Come, dinner will be ready soon."
She ordered. I glanced about the room only a moment, saying nothing but
feeling deeply distraught that she intended to parade me about the house in
my nakedness with her scent upon me and taste still in my mouth.