Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 13:00:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Amanda Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 8 Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking This story includes graphic depictions of sexual activity between women and teenaged girls. If it is not legal to view this material where you are, or due to your age, please stop now... I hate adding that disclaimer because I believe the written word to be sacred even when it's smut. This story remains sole property of the author. Please contact mandagl@yahoo.com if you would like to reprint or repost this story. 1796 Josephine's home. My initiation as Josephine had called it only partially prepared me for what she had in store for me. The morning after my night with Sandra, while I sat quietly at her feet in the parlor, she clasped a collar about my neck and affixed a leash to it. I would wear this day and night for the rest of my time with her. I no longer walked five paces behind her as we toured the estate or visited the stables and kennels. Instead she would command me to heel and I had to walk just behind her keeping slack on the leash which she held. All manner of shames where heaped upon me. Most I had already known but some were new. And of course as promised Sandra was made to participate. She had now become my superior. As had any one in the house. I was no longer Josephine's girl. I was called whore, sometimes her slut. I found it more difficult to remain in her graces as she was ever more demanding of me. It was not long before I had been given the glove enough that I hardly felt it any longer. Seeing this Josephine did what she knew would most wound me. She made Sandra administer the punishments. I think she reveled in the knowledge that it caused us both great distress. On a particular night that I thought I could take no more I found Josephine in my room with Sandra. In the maid's hands I saw silken cloth but had no idea what it was for. Josephine approached my bed and I moved to get up but she pushed me back down, ordering me to lay upon my back. "Sandra." She said. The girl approached me and looked quite forlorn as she took my arm and wrapped a silk tether around it. She then proceeded to tie the other end to the bed post. Within only a few moments she had tied each of my four limbs to a bed posts and I found myself naked and spread before my mistress, completely helpless. Josephine looked at Sandra a moment and knowing what she must do the girl left the room, returning a moment later with a dildo. This one was not entirely like others I had seen. It could be dawned without needing it to be drawn up the legs, making it convenient since I was bound. She began working the buckles until she had placed it on me. The anticipation was getting to me. I felt myself becoming wet with excitement as she climbed atop me and lowered herself, taking in the length of the phallus. Sandra closed her eyes and her head fell forward as she rode the device. She moved faster and faster until at last she began grunting and gasping with each thrust. Josephine watched with a devilish smile as the girl ground against me driving the dildo as deep as she could. At long last she cried out, trembling with her orgasm. The girl lay against me for several moments catching her breath before she dismounted and began removing the device. Josephine removed the dildo from the straps and handed it to Sandra. The girl took it and approached from the foot of the bed. I scarcely needed to be touched to provide the wetness I needed. Sandra pushed it in to my body deeply, so deep that it came just to the edge of pain. I threw my head back and writhed on the bed as she continued to thrust the object deep within my folds. I kicked though I could scarce move my legs. My hands tightened to fists each time I felt the dildo moving in to me. Tears welled in my eyes as she increased the speed. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly Sandra stopped. "That's quite enough." Josephine ordered. I moaned and sighed, I wanted to protest, to beg but I darn't speak. I pushed my head in to the pillow trying to catch my breath, aching for release. Sandra was at my side holding the dildo before me. I could smell the sex upon it and it only served to tempt me more. I heard Josephine order me to clean the device, and I was left to lap our combined juices from the dildo. Sandra pushed it in to my mouth, deep until I nearly gaged on it. She continued to push to that point as tears built in my eyes. But I did not complain, I dared not speak. I was left three days tied to the bed. I was fed my meals and washed by Sandra each morning. I was left unattended until long in to the night. My desire could only grow as I dreamt of the treatment I'd received the first night. I thought that I should die if I was not granted release soon. Each night they would work to excite me with the dildo, then Josephine would stop it before I could orgasm and I had to lick myself from it. It was all too much for me and so when the third night came, at last I had resolved to beg. Josephine and Sandra entered the room. Sandra took her place at the foot of the bed and Josephine stood next to her. I raised my head looking toward Josephine but not in the eye. My eyes plead, I so dearly wished to speak and I could only hope she would allow me. She gestured toward me and Sandra began to rub the dildo between my folds and just inside my sex. I felt sweat on my brow and tears in my eyes. I shook my head but did not speak. Did not beg. I thought surely this torture would kill me when at last I heard Josephine. "Speak," she said. "If it pleases you my mistress." I said, out of breath. "It does." At that moment I found myself thanking a god I did not even believe in. I swallowed hard and rose up again. "I beg you my mistress, grant me release." She laughed. "Tisn't me you should beg slut." She gestured to Sandra. "Beg her. Confess your wickedness and beg her." My attention turned to Sandra. "I am a filthy whore," I began. "I beg of you, m'lady, if you would see fit, grant me release." Sandra moved but Josephine stopped her. "What do you want?" My mistress asked. "I want satisfaction my mistress." "And by what means shall you receive it?" "The dildo mistress." "Now beg her for what you desire." I hesitated only a moment in my shame. "Fuck me." I gasped. "I beg of you m'lady, fuck this slut before you, take your dildo and fuck me." Tears built in my eyes Feeling the dildo invading my flesh told me that it had been good enough. "If you should stop asking, she shall stop her ministrations, and we shall try again tomorrow." Josephine warned. "What are you!" She shouted at me. "I'm your whore mistress, fuck your whore my mistress I beg of you." It was plunged deep with in me and I cried out. My shame overwhelmed me and my tears ran from my eyes. "Why are you so filthy?" She asked me. "Only a slut would desire such wicked pleasure my mistress. I beg you, don't stop." I sobbed. "Yes, yes tell me you want this." I nodded my head a moment, "if it pleases you my mistress." Again I cried out as I felt the wicked device thrust within me. "Yes my mistress, fuck your slut." We continued on like this only a moment before I nearly screamed as a long pent up orgasm was let loose in my loins. Sandra drove the dildo deep and slow until at last it subsided. "Filthy whore." Josephine spat. "Clean it." I was exhausted but I did as I was told. They left me, still tied but my frustrations had been released. I felt degraded and ashamed. I felt dirty. To be rewarded with such pleasure for such a filthy thing shamed me but I would have done it again a thousand times over. And that would prove only to be the first time I suffered such torment and humiliation. The following morning I was released and bathed. I made my way down to the table, rubbing my wrists as they were raw and sore. Josephine looked up at me with a smile. "Good morning whore." I curtsied before her and waited for her to order me to sit. It was Monday and we would go to the tea party. I would spend the time as I always did, serving tea and kneeling at her feet, with my shame in her hand. The leash. Sandra served me breakfast, unable to look at me. I think more than the shame, her manner toward me hurt. In the time since we had made love she so often was forced to do terrible things to me that she could scarcely look at me at all. I had been right to make love to her in my bed. Having the memory of that night saw me through many of my torments. Times when I thought I could take no more. Times when I found myself planing to find my dresses and leave the house in the middle of the night. And Catherine. So often I reminded myself that I would someday have her strength, I would have her power, I would have even her compassion if only I could endure. I have them both, Sandra and Catherine to thank for my survival of the time I was with Josephine. I learned that morning that while I had been tied to the bed a letter had come for me. Sandra brought it to me, setting it in front of me. I almost reached out and took it but remembered myself. I glanced at Josephine, then the letter. I could say nothing. I had never learned how to gain her attention without getting the glove in return. I searched my thoughts for any idea I could dream up that might allow me to speak without being spoken too. I could not tare my eyes from the letter. I knew the hand that had addressed it. I knew because I had taught her to write. It was a letter from Alice and I thought I might die if I did not get to read it soon. I glanced up to my mistress again and saw her wearing quite the bemused look. I was afraid that seeing my distress she might never let me read the letter. Josephine took the letter and my leash and led me to the parlor. She placed the letter on a table then led me to the harp. There she sat for more than an hour playing while I nearly trembled with desire. There could be nothing more precious to me than the letter only paces from where I sat and with it so close, it yet remained beyond my grasp. She began to read from one of her books and I sat, nearly in tears at her feet. I felt such anger that she should let me suffer so, but still dared not to speak. Dinner was called after sunset and Josephine took up the letter and lead me by my leash to the table. I sat down and she leaned the letter against the candlestick directly before me. I could almost smell the paper it was so close. I could see that she had written me more than a single page by the bulk of the envelope. I knew that at any moment I might burst in to tears. That was when Sandra entered with a bottle of wine and poured it in to my mistress' glass. She then proceeded to mine. Desperate now, feeling as if my flesh wished to leap from my bones to take the letter in my hand, I looked up at Sandra. "M'lady." My voice was nearly a whisper. She turned to me, a look of desperation in her eyes. "I beg of you, would you tell my mistress that her whore wishes to speak, if it would please her." Sandra nearly smiled, realizing my ingenuity. I had not made the mistake of speaking to Josephine directly, but there had never been any rule that I could not speak to the staff. Sandra went to stand at Josephine's side. My mistress finished her glass of wine and waited for a second to be poured. Sandra remained silently waiting. "Is there something more dear?" She finally asked the maid, knowing full well why she paused. It was not as if she had not heard me. "M'lady, your whore would like to speak, should it please you." Sandra curtsied and left quickly. From the corner of my eye I could see that Josephine seemed quite bemused. At long last she set her fork down and looked at me. I kept my eyes on my plate. "Do you wish to speak?" "If it pleases you my mistress." She dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth and pushed her plate forward. She sipped from her wine then folded her hands before her. "It pleases me." "My Mistress I beg of you, may I read my letter?" I spoke with all of the desperation I felt. "And what shall you do for me in return?" She asked. I hardly had to think about it. "I will do anything my mistress, you have only to ask." I hardly felt a thing saying it. Whether I had said it or not she would do with me as she pleased any way. "Anything whore?" "I live only to please you mistress, I shall deny you nothing." This was no oath to me, indeed it was already the way of things. I sat nearly holding my breath as I awaited her response. "You may read your letter." She said after a pause that I thought surely would see me dead from not breathing. "Take it to your room when you have finished your dinner." Dinner. That was all I had to survive. I continued to mind my manners but ate as quickly as I dared. When I had finished I drained my glass of wine and pushed my plate away. "Do you wish to leave the table?" Josephine asked me. "If it pleases you my mistress." I said. "It does." I felt my whole body relax. I grabbed my letter from the table and nearly ran up the stairs to my room. I clasped the letter to my chest as tears trickled down my cheeks. I turned it over and studied the wax seal for a moment, I wished to take in every thing there was to this letter. Finally I broke the seal and pulled three sheets of paper from the envelope. Alice's perfume wafted up to my nostrils as I did and I felt my knees go weak, smelling her. I read slowly, hearing Alice's voice as I did. Catherine had indeed married and soon after she became pregnant. Alice said that shortly there after her husband had returned to the Louisiana Territory. Alice did not indicate she knew why but I was sure I did. Eliza and she had been doing their best to hold together at least some of the girls, though it was difficult since the tavern was no more and many of the women had been quite secretive about who they were. Catherine's inner most circle though was easier to find. Alice and Eliza managed to keep six of the girls always invited to the parties together. She hosted over night parties twice a month on Friday nights. They were nothing like Catherine's but at least they offered some companionship. Catherine had promised that after the baby came she would rejoin the girls and they would at least have one another. Alice spoke of how deeply she missed me and how lonely she often felt since I had gone. I sobbed as I read her words. I missed her dearly as well. She had been my dearest friend in Philadelphia. Perhaps the whole of the world. When I finished the letter I folded it again and returned it to the envelope. Then I placed it on the night table, a treasure I could hardly tare my eyes from. In time Josephine came to my room. She entered and came to me, noticing the letter on the night table. She picked it up and pulled out the pages. Tears welled in my eyes. She would read the letter. The letter meant only for me. She only glanced at the pages though before folding them and returning them to the envelope. "Is it worth the price you will pay?" "Indeed it is my mistress." I said quietly. I turned on the bed and laid on my belly so that she could beat me. Josephine pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood me up, turning me to face her. "Have you anything to say to me?" She asked. "If it pleases you my mistress." "Indeed." "Your whore begs of you the means to respond to this letter my mistress." "You ask a great deal. Do you understand the price." I had no idea what she would ask but I never had and did not need to know what it was to know that I must endure whatever torture she had concocted. "I do my mistress." "You shall have it then." She turned to leave. "I will return for you tomorrow." Josephine had shown me the closest thing I would see to kindness from her for the rest of the time I was under her tutelage. There was a desk in my room but I had never had need of it until now. It was only moments after Josephine left that Sandra came with all of the things I would need to write dear Alice back. She set the papers down and turned to leave, then looked at me and smiled. "You are the first to have thought of that." She told me. I looked at her unsure. "To use me to speak with her. No one else ever realized they could. But do not use it again, she was amused, she may not be so a second time." "Do you know what she will do to me?" I asked her. She nodded her head. "I can guess from several possibilities." She looked sad. "But I dare not tell you Miss. It is better not to know." She left me there to my paper and quill. I was concerned, but after so much torment I did not fear. I would be degraded and humiliated, and she would say it was because of the letter, but it did not matter, she would have done it anyway. I wrote Alice back that night. I told her of New York City, the tea party, and I told her pieces about Josephine. I was too ashamed though to confess everything to her. Finally I bid her extend my well wishes to all of the girls she could. The next morning I awoke and bathed, then went down to the dining room. Josephine had not arrived yet. I was not sure what to do. In the end I remained standing behind my chair, me head bowed. I waited an hour for her. When she came she sat and then allowed me to do the same. We ate quietly and as was the usual we went to the parlor to pass the day. With nightfall, we ate and I was sent to my room. I did not know what was awaiting me this night but whatever it was had begun. Soon after I closed my door Sandra entered the room carrying the strangest thing. It was a type of table, though it was much to narrow. It stood low to the floor on four legs and the top was cushioned. Quietly Sandra placed it on the floor near the edge of the bed. There were metal rings affixed to all four of the legs of the device. "Sit Miss." She said quietly. I did as I was told and she urged me back until I was near the very rear most edge of the object. "Forgive me Miss." Sandra proceeded to bind my knees to the rings on the rear most legs of the table. She moved around to the front and looked up at me with great sorrow in her eyes. "I can't Miss." She whispered. Josephine might arrive at any moment and I was desperate not to be caught this way. "Sandra, I will be fine. Please, do not take the glove on my account, I could not bear the guilt." A moment passed and Sandra nodded her head. "I am so sorry Miss." She said as she tugged at my leash, pulling me until I lay on my belly upon the cushioned table. She bound my wrists with the rings and silk, leaving me completely vulnerable. My legs were held apart by the legs of the table and I could not raise my chest more than a few inches from it. It had not escaped my notice that my arse was high in the air and I was helpless to do anything. I lay feeling somewhat ill for quite some time before Josephine arrived. She came in to my room and a moment later, Sandra placed a blindfold on my eyes. I soon heard the buckles of the dildo and swallowed hard. The possibilities now were very clear. I did not need to ask or be told. I need not wonder at all. Sandra entered my sex slowly. She thrust the dildo in to me time and again, building my excitement. I drew trembling breaths, praying only that they would let me climax before they did what they had planned. They did not. Sandra stopped. She withdrew the dildo. I was not entirely sure what they were doing but I so hoped that I knew. If I could have guessed Sandra was rubbing oil on to the phallus. A hand rubbed once over my arse. I had tears in my eyes. Soon I felt the tip of the dildo pressed firmly against my arse. "Beg her for it whore." Josephine said from behind me. Sobbing I spoke, "Please m'lady, I beg you, bugger this whore." "Louder." "I need it." I said, raising my voice. "Bugger this slut." I drew a deep breath as I felt the pressure against my arse increase. It took only a moment but Sandra had pushed the phallus in to me. I could tell she was not nearly fully in but she knew what she was doing. She had managed to enter me as gently as she could and now worked her way deeper. My shame forced tears from my eyes. They would not be seen though, as the blindfold caught them. "What do you want slut?" Josephine said, sounding thrilled with herself. "I want her to fuck my arse my mistress." I cried out. Sandra began to thrust hard and deep. I felt Josephine kneel close to the table. She moved close to my ear. "Beg her to push harder. Beg her to push deeper." She ordered. "Harder m'lady, fuck me harder." I sobbed. Sandra increased the speed of the thrusts. "Deeper m'lady, I'm a whore I must have it deeper." Sandra obliged. My outrage, my humiliation. It nearly overwhelmed me as Josephine forced Sandra to bugger me, and made me beg her for more. But finally Sandra stopped. The blind fold was removed and my bonds were released. I was allowed to lay on my bed while Sandra tied me to the bed posts. I was still wet with excitement. Even such shame as I had been forced to endure had not deterred my wicked desires. "Frig her." Josephine ordered. Sandra reached out and began rubbing my clitoris with her fingers. She dipped her fingers in to my opening and slid them about my sex. I raised my hips to greet her. I was panting, warm with excitement when Josephine stopped the maid and they left. I was not entirely shocked at this. I had expected no satisfaction this night. I was not even entirely surprised by Josephine's choice of humiliations. For six days I remained tied to the bed. Fed there, bathed there. Kept like a pet, used like the phallus she had violated me with. Josephine ended each night by having Sandra frig me, nearly to the point of orgasm, then stopping and each night it took less. On the seventh day I expected the same, but there would be mercy for me. Sandra followed Josephine in to the room. She climbed on to the bed and lowered her sex to my lips. I was covered by her dress. This I had no difficulty in enjoying. No matter what Josephine made the girl do I had never blamed her. The maid ground her sex in to my face. I lapped at her, I drank in her wetness. I pushed my tongue deep inside her, then returned to her clitoris. She began to moan and move her hips faster. I felt Sandra's hand on my head. She was stroking me gently. She gasped and groaned, quickening her pace. In time she pushed her sex in to my face and I sucked hard on her clitoris. I prolonged her ecstasy for as long as I could. Sandra crawled off of the bed and stood quietly. Josephine stepped close and whispered something to her. The girl left. She returned with a dildo in her hand but it was unlike the one I had grown accustomed too. This one seemed milky white. It did not shine like the ivory or jade I had seen before. "Ivory, covered in something they call rubber." Josephine said, seeing my expression. "It cost more than that bed you're laying on. It's softer than leather or stone. Such a shame that in all to short a time it will crumble to dust." Sandra oiled the dildo then rubbed it against my sex. It felt softer, more enticing. The girl pushed it in to me and I was shocked at how gentle it seemed. Sandra worked it in and out of me slowly. I lay there moving in time and simply enjoying the feel of it. I hardly noticed that I had been steadily increasing my pace. I expected at any moment Josephine would stop us and I would be left another day unsatisfied. I had all but given in to the inevitable when I remembered the last such time I had suffered this. It was like a game of sorts. I could not beg Josephine, I could not speak to her but I could Sandra. As she quickened the pace I cried out. "I must have it. I am a filthy whore, I beg of you fuck me." A glance at Josephine assured me I had not made a mistake. Sandra sped up, she seemed glad that I had spoken. "Fuck me m'lady, I beg of you." I cried again. I glanced down to see Sandra smiling. "Deeper. fuck me harder." I begged. She did exactly what I asked and I could feel my climax building. "I'm a filthy whore, fuck me." I screamed, I thrashed and banged my head against the pillow as my orgasm tore through me. Sandra pushed the dildo as far as she could then began rubbing my clitoris with her thumb. Tears rolled out of my eyes again but not from shame. From the power of the release I now enjoyed. When my climax subsided I was untied and left alone to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I wondered to myself if I had begged so, would they have gratified me on the first night. Author note: Rubber was first introduced to France in 1736. In 1770 it's first modern practical use (as an eraser) was demonstrated. That it could have been used in 1796 as a skin for a dildo is speculative to the highest degree, but was fun for the purpose of the story.