Tiny Coercive : Part I

"Deep rib cage too, good lungs, you'll be able to perform for
extended periods; yes, you'll serve our needs just fine; we'll
make good use of you." She pointed to a mattress on the floor;
"there is your bed; you will never leave this room, unless
ordered by me or Sandra. You know about the potty and water to
wash with. You will wash your body daily; I can't stomach body
odours and I will use the cane to enforce that.

One more thing, you will curtsy and bow whenever I enter of
leave, failing to do so is a three lash routine; every room in
the house is fitted with a cane.Here," she handed her the cane
and pointed at the hook. Olivia stepped off the stool and hung it
up and then faced her madam again in the required stance. "Also,
Sandra is the number one housekeeper, she will assign your duties
and you will follow her orders like mine. She can recommend you
be caned, if you don't measure up"

She held Olivia's chin, wiping a tear with her thumb while
smiling tenderly, before kissing her forehead and wet rosy
cheeks. "Yes...you are so very pretty. Olive skin and blond hair
is a rare combination. The long hair has to go; you know how to
set it up in a bun?" She stroked a strand reaching her breast,
with a tender loving smile and then carefully draped it behind
her shoulder.

"Yes Madam I...I know how to...to do that." She took a deep
breath and pointed at the door. Olivia hurried to open it while
curtsying deeply and smiling;strangely, almost in admiration of
the woman. After closing the door she sat on the mattress in the
windowless pantry, only dimly lit by a small pane in the door to
the kitchen. How could her madam be so cruel and then kiss her so
tenderly. The affectionate gestures had made her feel cozy all
over and she somehow sensed that the madam was about to embrace
her, before she abruptly left.

She heard the sharp sound of the cane ring out five times in the
kitchen, then the loud slaps of a hand-spanking. The other
servant must have done something wrong. She rubbed her own
cheeks, not too sore now and wiped a tear. Not wanting to be
caned again she resolved to work extra hard to please her madam.

The madam had called her body shapely and beautiful and she
didn't know that her breasts were unusual. She had always taught
it natural that the little buds she first developed stayed the
same and her breasts just seemed to grow under them. Many people
had said she was pretty but she wondered why her body was
beautiful. No one but her own family had of course ever seen her
with out the frock.

She wondered what she meant by: `performing and serving our
needs and we are going to make good use of you.' Who else was
going to use her and for what? Did she mean housework? She'd
heard of women having sex with each other; was that what she
meant? Was the black maid going to use her too? Her head began to
spin as she thought of the master. She shuddered...that big gruff
bearded man who hired her. Was he going to see her naked and
touch her body or worse...have his way with her? There would be
nothing she could do but submit or run from the house. She
shuddered again: run bare-naked! Remembering that her mother had
taught her that sex was only for married couples, she relaxed;
her master was already married to the madam, so how could he have
sex with her?

She had never thought she'd ever find a husband; no one in the
village would marry a midget and no prince on his great white
charger had emerged from her dreams to spirit her away. She had
believed until yesterday that she'd always live at home; since
her mother had refused many offers from travelling circuses to
employ her.

She began breathing deeply to relax, curling up hugging herself;
perhaps doing it with other females wasn't so bad; was that
really sex? Curiosity about the curls arriving down there at
puberty had led to more exploration and soon regular
masturbation. She suffered extreme guilt about it for a long
time, even believing that she was possessed by evil spirits. She
had listened to some older women in the village talking about
exorcising evil spirits but she would have to admit that she was
doing it and she could never do that. Despite those fears, she
had been unable to resist the urge for more than a few days; it
was a reprieve from the ridicule she suffered in the village. Now
she was faced with a situation she had no control over. What were
the madam's intentions? She had a feeling there would be more
than touching and groping. Maybe women just fingered each other;
what else could they do? The madam had touched her in an intimate
manner but not her vagina, at least not with her fingers; so was
that sex? She began to cry again, shaking uncontrollably; how
could this have happened to her? What else would be done to her
in this house?

Suddenly someone shook her, "move over Olivia I need more
space." She had fallen asleep. It was Sandra; she sidled closer
to the wall under the shelf on the narrow mattress, making room
for the big woman.

"Is this your bed too Sandra?" she asked in a whimpering voice,
rubbing her eyes.

"It's has been my bed up until now, so now we share." It was
nearly dark; Sandra used a cloth to wipe Olivia's drying tears.
"There now, you'll feel better soon; it's always hard to leave
the home the first time." She kissed her forehead.

"But...but she took all my clothes and...and hurt me!"