Tiny Coercive : Part II

Tiny Coercive : Part II, By Reavan.

master's Bedroom.
Sandra lit a lamp turning the wick to a soft glow and then lit two candles on the opposite wall, leaving the drapes closed before waking her master and madam. "How can I pleasure my master this morning?"
She curtsied deeply smiling seductively and then presented her body, swaying her hips, flaunting her curvaceous full figure in the soft flickering lights. Opening his eyes, blinking and stretching, taking in his servant's luscious flesh; he considered the pleasures of her satisfying him one way or another. He stretched again and turned to his wife for a moment.

"My dear wife, I need to be in the store early this morning, get down and start breakfast. Sandra will be there as soon as I'm done with her.
Go on woman!"
"Yes, dear husband, why doesn't she just perform orally, it's so much quicker in the morning dear, but you decide and please enjoy the wench.
I'm on my way." She kissed him warmly on the cheek, got out of bed and left.
"Ah Sandra ... oh yes ... how do I want you this morning?" She smiled seductively, breathing deeply, caressing her thighs, and then raising her arms above her head, chest heaving, pelvis undulating, turning to reveal her luscious butt, tempting him with a slow snake-like dance. "Alright
Sandra, your madam is right; get on with it; make it quick while you report on Olivia." She threw back his covers, crawled on the bed between his legs, gently fondling his genitals.

"Yes master, Olivia is highly sexed; I fingered her to multiple climaxesthree times during the night, each very quickly ... ummm." She lowered her lips to his knob, kissing and sucking passionately and then made eye contact again. "She offered to return the sex but I refused of course as you instructed ... Umm. She has no hymen but I'm certain those shapely little thighs, never spread to allow a penis that honor, just to allow her little fingers and a broken ladle handle." She swallowed him completely.
"So you think she is destined to offer her body for my sexual pleasures and share your duties?" She momentarily uncoupled his member from her mouth, pushing his foreskin back with her lips, kissing the now swollen mushroom with a juicy smack; her hands continuing to frig and tease hiS bag while replying.

"Positively master, she's a multi-orgasmic keeper. With my tender loving seduction, alternating the madam's cane-wielding lust, that little sweetheart will be helplessly enticed and ripe for picking in two or three weeks." She girdled his knob with her tongue, kissing it passionately and then swallowed the entire shaft holding it until out of breath, before vigorously stroking, sucking and blowing.
"Very well; oh Sandra, ooh ... you do that so well ... oooh." She slowed, sensing the eruption, fingers teasing the ridge under his bag, while meeting his eyes as he groaned sporadically. She swallowed the load, quickly squeezing his shaft before allowing him to eject a second. Taking in the entire shaft she released her grip and pulled back while smacking her lips, downing the second load. Choking and releasing his rod again she deliberately directed the remainder to splatter partly on her face. She then caught his eyes and with an obedient expression of devotion to his pleasure licked if off; scraping with her fingers and slurping them clean.

Downing his shaft again she gripped the knob with her lips, squeezed the root, sliding her hand to the knob, draining the last few drops and then making eye contact licked her lips suggestively, making several deliberate swallowing motions, each followed by a long satisfied um...
"Ah Sandra, you do that so well; you're a treasure to me."
"My master is too kind," she kissed his deflating knob tenderly. "I'm only performing my household duties. Soon your nubile midget wench and I cAN take turns or perhaps mutually pleasure our master; I know my master will take relish deflowering her."
"Yes, she is a delicious morsel to be sure, her youth, her innocence;

I'll savour that moment but it took years to perfect your skills Sandra; she'll have a lot to learn."
"She's a natural talent and guiding her in the skills of providing sexual pleasure, before and after I escort her to my master's bed, will be sheer pleasure for me. I had no one to teach me but I'm sure with her inborn sexual cravings, she'll be pure pleasure for my master in no time at all."
"That didn't happen with the last one Sandra."

"No master, she just tolerated sex and the cane because of her easy life in this house. The madam enjoyed her resistance to lesbian sex for a while but lost interest because she only went through the motions, not even pretending to enjoy it. What did my master do with her?"
"I offered her to an acquaintance of mine, a mill owner, who was in the market for a young wench but in spite of her shapely body and compliant nature, he was disappointed with her performance; so he married her off to one of his lead mill-hands. I understand she's a mother now. I'm hoping we'll have more luck with Olivia."

"Olivia is a nymph master, a blank slate, raised in a tiny isolated village; she has no idea she's a nymph or even what the word means. I know she'll eventually be passionately submissive about any sex act she's ordered to perform. The only little problem is that she was raised to believe that only married couples can have sex; but with her trusting nature, it'll just be a matter of replacing one old wife's tale with another. How did my master manage to pick out a winner this time?"

"I read something in her face when I met her in the village. She was teased a lot there, accounting for her sad appearance but there was something else in her eyes; a sort of dreamy unfulfilled yearning that I found puzzling. It took me a long time to convince the mother to let her go but when she turned nineteen last month and that did it. Then of course she's pretty as peach and as we now know, my wife coerced a shapely little goddess out of those ill fitting rags."
"May I wash my master now before breakfast; I'm sorry I had no time to warm up a pitcher this morning, I took that time to test Olivia one last time."
"It was time well spend; the water in the wash basin be tepid from last night. It'll have to do; restocking the store today will be a long grind.
I'll give your madam permission to seduce the wench today; I am hoping for a good report."

"I'm sure it will be master; I saw insatiable lust in the madam's eyes when the little doll was coerced out of her clothing. If it wasn't for my master's orders to the contrary, Olivia would have been ravished on the spot. The madam stormed into the kitchen and took out her frustrations caning me; then made me tongue her, until she had climaxed twice. After that I got three more with no caressing follow up. My hands were ordered on top of my head while she just stood there for the longest time, watching me cry with that entranced look in her eyes."
"Before and after, no soothing hands and your own not allowed, isn't that unusual? Yes, my dear wife can be testy when sexually frustrated."

"Well not that unusual but I'm used to it; but my master more that makes up for it and there is good sex with the madam too. Give my madam permission to wield her tongue today and Olivia will scream for more." "You don't think we should go easy with the wench for a few days with just mutual masturbation?"
"There's no need master, please leave it to me." She finished drying and began to dress him.
"Very well Sandra I trust your judgement. How do you feel about being the loving half of her seduction?"
"I'm crazy about her; she's so pretty, so sweet, soooo ... innocent and oooh ... that luscious little figure ... um! I couldn't stop fondling and kissing her last night. And the way she responds; as if she wants to crawl right inside me. I don't have to pretend that I really care about her; I can't help myself. Sorry master, that's how I feel." Sandra presented her behind and received three light slaps for which she thanked him.
"You know, I approve and indeed insist that my females enjoy each other bodies and if they fall in love I support that whole heartedly." She knew of course that his approval was conditional on that love being channelled to his sexual needs, when required. "I'll give you a free hand to use her as you please in the pantry."

She responded by taking up the position again, receiving three more slaps, smiling submissively over her shoulder. In her years of service, presenting her behind for a ritual spanking had long replaced: yes master, thank you master, I understand master and also as his own acknowledgment or agreement with her statements.

She rose caressing her fleshy cheeks and as part of the ritual, whispered 'Thank you master', an expression of appreciation for the act itself. Then smiling obediently as if she'd been punished for defying him, she buttoned his vest, fastened the gold chain and slipped the watch into its pocket; opening then the bedroom door she curtsied.

The master rarely spanked her harder than a noisy slap; only as a show of his authority over all aspects of her life, her whispered 'thank you', implied her deference to that authority.

The Kitchen

The madam called Olivia out of the pantry and assigned her various chores in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast for her husband. She wondered where Sandra was and why she wasn't making breakfast. She didn't dare ask and Sandra did show up after a while. A setting was set up on a tea wagon and wheeled out by Sandra. Olivia was then given some chores to clean up by the madam, who then left after telling her to return to the pantry when finished. The Dining Room
Sandra and the madam served the masters his breakfast in the dining room and then waited, as at all meals across from the table. The madam stood facing him, while Sandra knelt, with her back turned; the different positions, being the masters concession to his wife's wedded status.