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It was the biggest, nicest, room that Madeline had ever seen. She almost burst out laughing but checked herself when she remembered that Sissy, one of the kitchen girls, was standing behind her carrying her small bag. She took a breath and composed herself.
‘Lay the bag on the window seat and you can go.’
‘I’m sorry miss, I was told to get you dressed for dinner.’ She looked frightened. Maddie felt sorry for her. She seemed afraid that Maddie was going to shout or hit her or something. She suppressed a smile.
‘All right Sissy,’ she said kindly. The look of relief in her eyes was palpable. ‘I’m afraid you’ll have to help me, I’ve never worn anything as fancy as these clothes.’ She carefully took off her dress. She was very proud of it. She had made it herself. It seemed plain and dingy compared to some of the dresses laid out on her bed but it was neat and finely stitched. She treated it with great care as she folded it and placed in the bottom of the trunk. ‘Which one should I wear?’
‘Well, miss, if it’s not out of place, I’d say that this one is the best one for wearing to dinner.’ Sissy said shyly pointing what appeared to be a mountain of deep blue fabric. It would be the nicest thing that she had ever worn.
‘Okay,’ she said softly, ‘let’s put it on.’ She started walking over to the dressing table and was almost there when she realized that Sissy hadn’t followed. She stood, next to the bed, head down. ‘What is it Sissy?’
There was nothing for a long time. Then a very small voice said, ‘Miss, I’m to see you bathed, miss.’ Maddie burst out laughing.
Sissy looked up shocked. ‘Miss? Miss?’
‘A bath?’ She was practically crying now. She noticed how alarmed Sissy had become and tried to contain herself. ‘Ahem, take me to it then.’ She managed an encouraging smile and Sissy seemed to relax a little. Sissy led her into the far room where a large tub was filled with steaming water. She imagined Sissy, lugging bucket after bucket of hot water up here from the kitchen and felt familiar pangs of guilt. It wasn’t that long ago that she imagined she’d have a job like that. She slipped out of her chemise and into the hot water. She had to admit, it was nice. She slid down into the water until only her nose poked out. The warmth soaked into her muscles, which were exhausted from the events of the last few days. She opened her eyes and saw that Sissy was standing over the bath with a cake of soap in one hand and a cloth in the other. She was staring at Maddie’s naked body under the water. For a second, Maddie felt self-conscious, then Sissy snapped out of it and handed her the soap and the cloth.
The bath was wonderful. When she finally got out she was appalled at how dirty the water was. The air in the room was cold compared to the bath and she hoped to get dressed quickly but Sissy started slowly with stockings, then a clean low cut chemise. Then she wrapped her in an unusual looking corset. It pushed her bosom up from the bottom until her breasts seem to rest in each cup. Sissy pulled the deep blue dress over her head. It fit nicely. She looked down and was surprised to see how deep the neckline plunged. Most of the skin above her breasts was exposed as well as an ample amount of cleavage.
‘You look real nice miss.’ Said Sissy shyly. Maddie looked in the little brass mirror, pinched her cheeks and turned around.
‘I’m read for dinner, let’s go!’
The long stone hallway was cold so they moved quickly down into the dining room. The dining room was breathtaking. Lit by brass lamps and candles the room buzzed with activity. Girls from the kitchen were running back and forth carrying trays, filling drinks, and seeing to the guests. The long dining table was covered with meats and fruits and cheeses. She was daunted by the task of joining all of these fancy people. Sissy seemed to sense her unease. She pressed her lips to Maddie’s ear and whispered quickly. ‘Don’t worry miss, I’ll help you along.’ Sissy lightly and discretely took her arm and led her to a nearby seat between an older gentleman on the right and a middle-aged woman on the left. Across from Maddie was perhaps the oldest woman she had ever seen gaily popping grapes into her mouth and looking around happily.
Maddie tried to take it all in. The large windows were flanked on each side by long dark curtains. There were at least five doors leading away from the large room. She hoped that Sissy would help her to her room at the end of the night. She was no longer sure which direction they had come from. There was a large painting on each of the available walls. One of the larger paintings was of the hard looking woman sitting at the head of the table. Her hair was pulled up severely. She had met her only once, a few weeks ago. She hoped she could steer clear of her in the future.
The meal went well, there was ample food and the gentleman on her right was talkative and merry. She relaxed and enjoyed the food and the company. Just before they brought in dessert she looked up to see a tall thin man with dark hair and features leaning over and whisper into the ear of the lady from the painting. The woman nodded toward Maddie and the gentleman turned and looked. For a brief moment their eyes locked and Maddie flushed, then quickly looked away. When she looked back a few moments later the man was gone. But old woman was staring at her with a wry smile on her face. Maddie shivered. The lady on her left patted her hand under the table. When Maddie looked at her, the woman looked away.
Dessert came then, along with a tiny glass of light amber liquid. The table buzzed appreciatively. Maddie looked around at the people sipping their little glasses and did the same. It was like drinking the sun. The sweet warmth spread across her chest and flushed her face. She relished it, taking small sips until the glass was empty. She refrained from her impulse to stick her tongue in the little glass until she had licked up every last drop.
The rest of the night was a blur of talking and laughing. And then suddenly, dinner was over. She got up, surprised to see on the large clock that nearly three hours had passed. She should have been exhausted but she felt energized. Sweet Sissy was there to guild her through the routine to make a proper exit.
‘Go over and curtsey to the misses, it’s your first night here, say thank you for the meal and the finery’ Sissy whispered quickly. Maddie made her way over to the old woman and waited as the others each made their goodbyes. She felt like she was walking on pillows. When it was her turn she stood under the gaze of the old woman. That gaze felt like wet linen weighing her down.
After a deep curtsy that made Maddie want to giggle, she said quietly. ‘Thank you Miss, for the fine room, the dresses, and this nice meal.’ She looked up and made eye contact with the old lady.
‘Your welcome child,’ the old woman said shortly, gazing at her. Maddie dropped another quick curtsy and turned to go. She realized that Sissy was not with her. When she looked back she saw that the old woman had gripped Sissy tightly by the arm and was whispering fiercely in her ear. Sissy was nodding and saying ‘Yes, mum.’ Then the old woman abruptly let go of Sissy’s arm and, released, she ran over to Maddie.
‘Sorry miss, let me take you to your room.’ She then grabbed her arm and led her away quickly. Once they were out of sight of the hall Sissy relaxed visibly. She turned and smiled at Maddie. ‘It was a lovely dinner.’ She seemed almost breathless. If Maddie hadn’t know that Sissy had spent the meal running back and forth from the table to the kitchen, she would have thought that she had been right there next to her at the table. When they got upstairs, Sissy practically shoved her into the room and commenced running around, pulling out garments, lighting more candles. There was already a very warm fire alight in the fireplace. Maddie walked over and sat on the bed. To her surprise, there was one of
the tiny glasses of the wonderful warm drink sitting on the table by her bed. She picked it up.
‘What is this Sissy?’
‘That’s Missus Special, miss’ she said with wide eyes.
‘Have you ever had some?’
‘Oh no, no miss, I could never.’
‘Would you like to have some?’ she said with a smile.
‘I couldn’t miss, that ‘s yours.’
‘ But I’ve already had some at dinner, please, have it!’
‘I can’t.’ There was a pause as Sissy gave her a very somber look. ‘Missus said that you’re to drink that before bed.’
Maddie held the little glass and considered this. She decided not to be concerned. Maybe the old lady was nicer that she thought. Besides, Sissy was giving her that worried look again.
‘Okay, Sissy, I’ll drink it, but I want you to have one little sip, just a taste.’ Sissy stood there for a second, obviously torn, and then broke into a smile and sat down next to Maddie on the bed. She carefully took the little glass and sniffed it, eyes closed.
‘Mmmm, it smells like the summer time,’ she sighed. She slowly took the smallest of sips then sat there, eyes closed. After a moment she carefully handed Maddie the little cup and flopped back on the bed. ‘Oh miss, this is the nicest day of my life,’ she breathed and then laughed. Maddie laughed too and sipped at the little glass.
For the next hour or so Sissy ran around Maddie’s room. She gathered up the dresses from before and put them away in the large wardrobe. She placed a maroon dress on the form by the dressing table and lay out fresh undergarments for the next day. Then she brought a linen shift over to Maddie to slip into and helped her off with the blue dress. When she undid the strings of the corset Maddie exhaled thankfully. The room was toasty by the time she slipped the shift over her head and slid her legs under the covers. She sipped the last of the amber liquid out of the little glass while she watched Sissy moving about the room.
‘Tell me about the Missus, Sissy’ She said. Sissy stopped and looked at her for a moment and then quickly resumed her work.
‘There’s not much to say’ Maddie listened. ‘She’s the Lady Weston, a Duchess I suppose but we just call her Lady or Missus. She’s run this place since her husband died almost 17 years ago. I never met him.’ She paused, thoughtful. ‘I’d say the young master couldn’t have been two years old when he passed.’ Then she blushed and looked away.
‘Have you seen him?’
‘Who?’
‘Sissy . . . who do you think? The young master!’ Maddie leaned forward and propped her head in her hands.
‘Of course I’ve seen him, he’s home every winter at least!’
‘Master Liam Weston,’ Maddie said grandly, and Sissy giggled into her hand. ‘What does he look like?’
‘Just never you mind. It’s time I got back down to the kitchen.’
‘Don’t you think I ought to know, I am suppose to marry him, you know’
Sissy sighed, ‘He is easy to look at. You’ll see soon enough.’
‘When do you expect him?’
‘Oh he’s usually home around this time each year. I’d say a week.’ Maddie sighed. What would she do around this big old house until then? At least she had Sissy to keep her company. She lay down, her head felt swimmy, but not in a bad way. The sheets of the bed felt wonderful against her soft skin. She could feel the grain of the linen brushing against her nipples as she shifted in the bed. She could feel a warmth begin between her legs and she felt embarrassed because Sissy was still there, moving about, blowing out most of the candles. She left one burning candle on the bedside table. ‘I’ll be up to wake you early, we’ll have a nice big breakfast!’ She walked to the door holding a candle, turned and looked at Maddie, smiled, then closed the door.
It was hard to imagine that this room was her’s alone. It was bigger than the whole house she used to live in. She rolled over to look at the window and window seat and shivered as the fabric brushed across her nipples again. It was as though she could feel every fiber as it ran along her skin. She reached up and hesitantly touched one hard nipple with the tip of her finger. The sensation jolted through her body and down between her legs. She brushed it again and gasped as it happened again, more intensely. She felt a warm wetness spread between her legs and she clenched her thighs together against the pleasure. She had never felt this way before. She was no virgin but her encounters with men had been fast, hard, and usually messy. She moved an exploratory finger down her stomache and touched herself lightly between her legs through the shift. Involuntarily, her legs spread and she groaned as her finger slid into her warm slit, soaking the linen between her pussy and her finger. She groaned with pleasure and arched her back against the mattress.
Just then she heard the door to her room open. She stopped moving, then guiltily removed her wet finger from between her legs. She looked out from under the covers to see a man standing at the foot of the bed.
‘Hello Madeline’ he said.
‘What are you doing in my room?’
‘I hardly think this room belongs to you, it’s the property of the Lady Weston, I’m sure you agree.’
‘Who are you?’
‘No one of note, but you can call me Reynold.’ It was the man that the old woman had been talking to earlier that night.
‘What do you want?’
‘It’s not about what I want Madeline, but about what the Lady wants.’ He sat on the end of the bed. She sat up, pulling the covers up to her chin.
‘Well, what does she want then?’
‘For you to be, shall we say, ready . . . for her son.’
‘I don’t know what you mean?’
He looked at her for a moment. ‘I think you do. In the end it doesn’t matter, you’ll do what the lady wants.’
‘What about what I want?’
‘I think you’ll find very soon that there is a great deal that you want.’ He smiled softly at her. He moved up until he was sitting next to her on the bed. ‘Now Madeline, I know that you are not new to this type of experience and I assure you, you will find my technique much more, pleasant, shall we say, than your past encounters.’
He took hold of the covers that Maddie had been clutching and pulled at them, slowly and firmly until the edge lay in her lap, clutched in her hands. Her nipples pushed again the light fabric she was wearing. She did not move to cover herself but she held tightly onto the covers. He reached his hand up toward her breast, pausing when she flinched then lay his hand on her cheek. He stared at her face. She was breathing heavily. The hand on her face ran lightly down her neck, paused at the neckline of her shift and then slid down and sought out her breast, lightly teasing her nipple.
She did not flinch this time. She stayed perfectly still, breathing slowly in and out as his finger traced the outline of her nipple and occasionally brushing it gently. Goosebumps broke out all over her arms and legs. She could feel the waves of pleasure that seemed to lead from his hand to between her legs. She was determined not to react. He lightly pinched her nipple through the linen.
It was more than she could bear. She gasped and arched her back, leaning into him. He took her breast fully into his hand and leaned toward her a little, sliding the covers off of her legs. She moaned and leaned back on the bed, legs slightly spread in the candlelight, linen shift resting in a bunch around her hips.
In her mind, she couldn’t believe that she was letting this happen. She had never felt anything like this. This man was a stranger and she was letting him touch her this way, wanting him to touch her. For his part he did not seem dangerous.
He looked her in the eyes as he teased her nipple. Her pelvis began to rock a little. ‘There are some things that I want to do to you. There are some things I am going to do to you.’ He pinched and she groaned. She looked at him, and then gasped, lips parted. With one hand she
pulled her shift down toward her knees. ‘It won’t hurt.’ He smiled a little. ‘Quite the contrary.’ He slid his hand under the linen shift and ran his it along her leg, toward her thigh. ‘Tonight you must surrender to me.’
His hand slid between her thighs, which tensed, gripping his hand, trapping it between her legs. He continued to look her in the eyes as he gently pressed on. Her breathing quickened. He massaged her soft skin as he slowly inched his hand up. Finally his hand rested just inside her thigh. His fingers brushed her pubic hair but he could not move any closer. With his free hand he reached up and teased her nipple through the fabric. A shiver ran through her body. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth through the shift. He swirled his tongue around it alternating with quick hard flicks with the tip of his tongue. She groaned and gave. Her legs fell apart and he slowly, gently slid his finger into contact with her warm wetness.
She collapsed onto the bed. She had never felt this good. All her thoughts were focused on the sensation between her legs. Still facing her he slid a finger into in her wetness and then a second. His thumb ran the length of her swollen pink lips and moved up to circle her clit. His touch was light and always changing. Sometimes he used long, slow strokes, sometimes he massaged her clit with light, quick movements. She writhed and groaned under his touch. He pushed back the covers and moved to kneel down between her legs.
She sat up quickly, breathless. ‘What are you doing?’ she whispered fiercely. She had a horrified look on her face.
He smiled at her. His eyes flashed for a moment. What was that look on his face? Hunger? No, she thought, he was calm and calculating, wasn’t he? ‘My dear, I am educating you.’
‘What are you doing? ‘ She repeated, more slowly.
‘If you must. . . I am about to bend down thus, plunge my tongue into your ripened womanhood and proceed to pleasure you until you cry out and beg me to stop.’ There was that look again and the smile.
The thought of it made her feel weak and trembling but 18 years of moral upbringing was very well rooted. ‘That’s not right.’ She breathed. ‘It’s wrong.’ There was a pause. ‘It’s unsanitary.’ She added as a weak afterthought. He slowly brought the hand that was between his legs up to his lips. He watched her as he slowly ran his tongue across his fingers, still slick from her wetness.
‘Mmmm.’ He said with a smile. Her breath quickened. He returned his hand to their spot between her thighs. He found her much wetter and took the opportunity to again slide his fingers into her, a bit more forcefully. She groaned and pressed her pelvis into his hand. He met the pressure, resting the palm of his hand on her pubic bone. He matched the rhythm of her rocking so that his fingers were sliding in and out as his palm rubbed her clit against her pubic bone. She rolled onto her side trying to get closer to his hand. Her eyes were closed, her mouth half open. She was groaning quietly with each thrust.
He slowly pulled his hand away. She gasped and opened her eyes. He held his hand in front of her face, wet finger extended. With the other hand he took her head in his hand, fingers plunged into her long dark hair. He looked at her, silently. ‘I want you to taste yourself Madeline. I think you’ll find it not unpleasant.’ She opened her mouth hesitantly and leaned forward. She licked at the end of his finger. It was mild and slick but not unpleasant. ‘Again.’ He said quietly, running his thumb along her jaw. She closed her eyes and then ran her tongue along the length of his finger. She heard him breath in sharply and looked up to see a hungry look in his eyes. He looked away and then back, his calm self. She inwardly scolded herself, she was consumed with lust and was obviously mistaken. Had he responded when she licked his finger? She looked him in the eyes and took both fingers into her mouth until his fingertips rested at the back of her throat. Then she slowly slid them out again. He inhaled and his eyes moved from hers, to his fingers sliding slowly out of her mouth.
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