Madame Penelope Part 4
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I waited my head down my poor bottom throbbing. I could feel the wheel
marks rising.
"You climaxed without my permission didn't you Davina," stated Madame
"Yes Madame," I confessed.
"Carefully remove your panties, without standing up....." she instructed.
"I want all your sissy juices to stay in the crotch of those panties....if
you spill a drop on my carpet I will have the skin from your bottom," she
growled
Carefully and awkwardly I pulled the panties down and stepped out of
them.
"Turn them inside out, and place them in your mouth, the slimy crotch on
your tongue," she commanded.
I obeyed. As the damp panties touched my tongue I tasted the metallic
taste of cum.
"Probable not the first time you've done this is it Davina?...." she
quipped.
"Now stand up and face me."
She walked towards me carrying a length of pink ribbon. Placing it
against my lips sealing in my panty gag she then wound it around my head
coming back to my mouth where she tied a big pink bow.
"Better...." She smiled as she moved behind me.
I heard the rustle of clothing then felt something at my feet. I looked
down to see a pair of black satin panties.
"Step into the panties Davina."
I stepped into them and she pulled them up my legs, over my thighs and
pulled them snugly into place. It wasn't until the hot damp crotch was
nestling against my hard and throbbing cock that I realised they were her
recently worn panties!
"I sometime indulge my slaves, but don't get used to it," she murmured in
my ear.
"Now you are in my service for three hours, you have already used one.
You have one hour to clean the bathroom and then I will inspect
it...understand."
"Nod....nod"
"Off you go," she ordered and patted me on the bottom.
I jumped in pain even from just her light pat and after attempting a
curtsey hurried from the room, her laughter in my ears. I hurried back
to the bathroom knowing again that I was on a time limit. I entered the
bathroom and looked around. The door I entered was in the middle of the
wall. Directly facing me was a very large free standing deep bath, the
taps were brass slightly dulled with use. The whole thing stood on a
white marble plinth...very luxurious. On the wall to the left of the bath
was a toilet and bidet. To the right of the bath in the far corner was a
sink built into a vanity unit. This had three slightly angled mirrors
giving the user a view of all sides of their head. In the opposite corner
to the sink was a walk in shower. Right! Where do I start I thought, and
then what do I use to clean? I made a circuit of the bathroom and found
some built in cupboards in the right hand wall. I found towels, dressing
gowns, toiletries and then finally cleaning materials in a plastic tray.
I pulled them out and sorted through them. As I was sorting I noticed a
pair of pink rubber gloves, they had been used because they were already
stretched, but they were definitely not female size. I wondered briefly
who had worn them previously? Conscious of time I got on with cleaning
the toilet and bidet. These were not too bad so I made quick progress.
When I looked in the bath however I knew I was in for a harder task.
Someone had recently had a bath using one of those bath bombs. This
appeared to have been laced with rose petals because they were dotted all
over the bath and the plug hole was blocked with them. I had experience
trying to get this stuff of at home so knew I was going to need some
elbow grease. I managed with much hard work to get the bath clean so
progressed to he taps. Finding a brass cleaner in the tray I made them
shine like new. I stood back to admire my work and as I did jumped. I had
caught a figure at the door in the corner of my eye. Master was standing
there and may have been there a while. He smiled as I looked his way.
"Like the bow," he smiled.
I was not sure what to do so I sank to my knees head bowed.
"Oh don't mind me, I was just admiring your work." He pointed at the
shiny taps. Then he sauntered over to the toilet I had just cleaned and
taking his cock out began to pee. I nervously took a peek, to find him
smiling at me. His smile grew broader when my gaze dropped to his cock.
He was certainly well endowed; it looked about eight inches flaccid!
"Don't you have work to do," he inquired.
So I jumped to my feet and got on with cleaning the marble plinth the
bath was on. Without a word Master left, I then realised I still did not
know his name! I returned to the toilet and cleaned it to
spotlessness...again. I looked at my watch to see I was at about the midway
point. Thirty minutes left, I better get my skates on. The sink and
vanity unit were not too bad; all the mirrors though did require some
work. Finally all that was left was just the walk in shower. I cleaned
all the glass panels and then the tiled wall, trying to get rid of all
the water stains. With ten minutes left I had finished, then with a shock
I realised the floor would need mopping. I had not seen a mop so simply
resorted to a bucket of water and cleaning cloth, on my knees scrubbing.
I was one hot, very tired sissy maid when I was done and made my way back
to the study to knock at the door.
"Enter," came Madame Penelope's imperious order.
As I entered I picked up a very distinct odour.....the musk of a woman.
Madame was sitting in the leather chair reading what appeared to be an
erotic novel, judging by the racy cover anyway.
"Come and kneel between my legs Davina. I have something for you to do
before I go and inspect your work."
I knelt before her, as I did I noticed that her skirt had been rucked up.
At the moment it was pulled back down but there were plenty of creases to
say it had been pulled up previously. She lent forward to untie the bow
keeping my panty gag in place and as she did I got the distinctly musky
womanly smell from her fingers. Without thinking I sniffed in the
heavenly scent.
"Like that?" she murmured tracing her finger along my upper lip under my
nose.
I need give no answer my eyes closed in joy and I inhaled that heady
aroma. A moan escaping my lips, eliciting a gently laugh from her.
"I think I am ready to try your other services Davina," she stated
untying the ribbon from my head and pulling out the gag. She began to
pull the tight skirt up her legs slowly. I gazed on with rapt attention,
the sigh of her skirt moving over her stockings the only sound. As the
white flesh of her thighs appeared I realised that I had been holding my
breath, I let it out in a contented groan that made Madame smile. Then to
my joy I realise that she was not wearing a garter belt. Her stockings
where actually attached to a black satin corselet, the very old prim
style I so much adore. The next wonderful sight that was revealed to my
now lustful gaze was her pussy. As her skirt was finally pulled up enough
she parted her legs to reveal her glorious mound. It was very lightly
covered with hair. Her outer pussy lips were swollen and red, no doubt
from her ministrations. I could see the slight glisten of juices and at
the very top of her pussy her hard little clitoris. She placed a hand
against her swollen mound and inserted one finger with a sigh. She then
removed the finger waving it before my face, not close enough for me to
lick it, but I could certainly smell the heavenly scent.
"Want to taste me Davina?" she asked.
"Ohhh.....with all my heart Madame," I pleaded.
She used the finger she had dipped in her pussy to beckon me closer, I
duly complied, sinking my face between her thighs. She giggled as my
eager tongue tasted the juices from her finger.
"You're like a little puppy dog," she exclaimed.
"Make me cum puppy," she ordered sinking back into the chair. She raised
her legs and brought the heels of her stilettos down on my shoulders.
I needed no more bidding; my tongue quickly tasted the juices from her
pussy. I started low down where the juices from her excitement had
collected, lapping eagerly at her swollen alter. How can I describe the
taste of a pussy...I cannot! There is nothing to compare it too, other than
ambrosia. I would gladly spend my days face buried in an aromatic,
pungently damp pussy. After exhausting her initial pool of pussy juice I
worked my way up to her clit, intending to make her even wetter. I know
how my wife loves to be tease to the brink and then stop allowing her to
calm down. I did the same to Madame Penelope. I played, sucked and licked
her clit until her breath quickened and her keening moans bid me release
her. Then I stopped and slowly licked her outer lips staying clear of her
clit. I managed this four times before she could stand no more.
"Make me cum or I will have your balls," she snarled in ecstasy.
I brought her to climax and gladly licked down the juices my efforts had
produced. Knowing her clit would be sensitive now I again focused on her
pussy, licking with long languid strokes. This had the desired effect of
calming her down but still keeping her hot. Soon I returned to her clit.
She semi protested at first, put after a few licks she began to groan
again. This climax when it came was longer and more intense. She held my
face in a vice like grip with her thighs and rode my tongue. I knew she
was spent because her legs fell limply across my back. Slowly she
extricated herself from me. She pushed me onto my heels and stood up
pulling her skirt down.
"Follow me Davina, time to see if you measure up with you household
skills."
I got to my feet and followed her through the door and back to the
bathroom. I was hypnotised by the sway of her tightly clad bottom,
noticing off hand that she was again donning the white satin gloves. I
was reasonably confident with my work so you can imagine my shock and
dismay when as soon as we entered the bathroom she reached up to the top
of the door frame and ran her finger along. Of course it came off dusty.
I had not been that meticulous! I would be next time!
"Tsk....Tsk," was all I got.
She found a water mark in the shower and some dust on the vanity unit but
she was very please with the bath. When she got to the toilet though she
gave a gasp
"Why is there pee in the toilet?" she demanded.
"But...I....But..." I stammered.
"Never mind girl," she silenced me.
Master must have been to the toilet again whilst I was downstairs. Not
flushing it was obviously to get me into trouble, but I could not protest
my innocence a submissive does not have that privilege.
Inspection finished she ordered, "Step up to the bath and bend over into
it......"
"So Davina, four errors, Climaxing without permission and one because I
love beating you! That's six in total."
I adopted the position and listened to her moving around the bathroom.
The stroke when it landed was like a slap, the instrument I guessed was a
paddle. In one way the pain was not as intense as the stroke from the
crop, it was more of a sting. The unfortunate thing was that where it
overlaid the crop wheels it brought them back to life and so I yelped at
the stroke. Madame delivered the final five without a word and left me
sobbing into the bath.
"Up Davina and kneel before the toilet," she ordered.
My hopes grew as did my throbbing cock. Was I about to have one of my
fantasies fulfilled, to be Madame's toilet slave? I knelt, head down
before the toilet as she moved around the bath lifting her skirt as she
moved. I heard her sit on the toilet and to my disappointment I heard the
tinkling of her pee into the bowl.
"Now Davina what do you have to correct for next week?" she asked.
I racked my brains....again!
"Sensible shoes Madame, appropriate stockings, remove all my lower body
hair....."
I thought hard, bit I was not sure about buying a new uniform so I moved
on.
"A more fitting underskirt.....iron my apron...." The pause seemed to hang in
the air.
"You need a better fitting uniform but we will see to that," was her
comment.
My heart thrilled, she would be buying me a new dress, and judging by
Madame's tastes I think it was going to be severe and restricting, my
heart beat faster.
"You have a chastity device don't you Davina!"
Well I could not deny it again because of the pictures of it, and in fact
me in it! on Fetlife!
"Yes Madame."
"I know they come with numbered tags as well as the padlock is that
correct?"
"Yes Madame."
"When you get home you will put the cage on and take a time encoded
picture and upload it to Fetlife. I want the tag number clearly visible"
"Yes Madame," I obediently answered wondered how this would work
"You will do the same every night until your next visit. Should your wife
require the services of that tiny thing, which I very much doubt...." She
laughed.
"You will remove the cage but I want a complete report on Fetlife as to
why the tag number has changed, because of course you will re-cage your
tiny cock after it has been used...understand Davina?"
"Yes Madame."
So this was going to be her way of controlling me whilst I was not in her
presence. I knew it was going to be a real test for me because I could
simply fake my wife's amorous intentions. But I vowed there and then to
myself that the cage would not come off unless it was necessary. Madame
stood and moved to the bidet sitting down again.
"Come Davina, lick me clean."
My heart skipped a beat and I eagerly scurried forward to comply. I leant
into the bowl; fortunately a bidet has a wider bowl giving easier access.
I stuck out my tongue and ran it along her damp pussy. For my efforts I
was rewarded with the last few drops of her urine. I savoured them like a
bee savours nectar. I licked a second time but a cough from Madame told
me I had overstepped my duty. I rocked back onto my heels wincing at the
pain from my bottom.
"I will see you same time next week Davina....let yourself out."
"Yes Madame....thank you Madame," I called after her.
I looked at my watch I was thirty minutes late.....how long had I been
pleasuring Madame.....I did not care I was looking forward to next week!
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