Tiny Coercive : Part III

His eyes were closed. Not knowing what to do and not having been dismissed, she remained in the number one pose with her hands behind her neck, breathing nervously. She suddenly realized a strange taste in her mouth; the semen, in her nervous excitement the taste had not registered while she attempted swallowed it.
Sandra had said she kind of liked it; it was just salty and kind of sticky, she licked her teeth trying to taste the flavour but she wasn't sure now.

After a long time he began to watch her, with a sleepy uncaring expression. She began to go through all the poses over and over again with no reaction. Finally he stood up and motioned her to suck him standing. She eagerly worked on his soft penis, managing with her wash-cloth technique, to get it hard in a short time. He then lifted her to stand on the bed and proceeded to fondle and kiss her, gently probing the insides of her vagina several times.
Finally, he pushed her down very gently on the bed and spread her legs wide with his hands.
She trembled with anticipation tempered by fear, and began to rock her pelvis while twisting her upper body offering her body for his pleasure. She had never seen Sandra do this; she always crawled on top of him to be penetrated and she thought the master just wanted to enjoy her body in pose number one, lying down.

He got on top of her, fitting his penis tight to her orifice without penetrating. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as the bees began swarming in her vagina.Closing her eyes she tried to relax, while the bees buzzed all through her body. Finally a penis was to enter her in this strange position, without her being really married. Maybe masters did it on top for the ceremony; as a reminder of her low social status. She opened her eyes, looking up at the huge man, as his knob pressed harder into her orifice, while he held most of his weight on his elbows. taking a deep breath, she spread her thighs wider and smiled up obediently at her master.

She wrapped her legs firmly around him while an inside voice said: 'please perform the wedding ceremony master'. He rammed the knob through the orifice, stopping the buzzing, holding it there for a moment. She let out a loud shriek, closing her eyes, more from the sweet excitement of the moment, of this ... her ... wedding ceremony, than actual pain. She then looked up him again with an angelic 'I love and belong to you smile, as he slowly inched it deeper until she felt his bag touching her perineum. He held it there throbbing, giving her the sense that it filled her body completely; as thousands of bumble bees hummed throughout her body.

She reached up cradling his neck, trying unsuccessfully to squeeze her vagina on his penis. She parted her lips as her inside voice repeated: 'I do, I do, I do'. He kissed her warmly as she closed her eyes, feeling she was in heaven with a real throbbing penis inside her body, not her handsome prince and a wooden ladle handle substituting for the penis but her madam's legal husband; she was now hopefully a servant wife, his servant wife. She wanted to serve this big muscular bear of a man, reminding her of those rugged forest workers in her village.
He began stroking her, very gently while watching her face for any discomfort. A female tenderly pleasured was a thankful female, who would willingly and sincerely return to his bed.
Despite feeling pain she climaxed again and again with swarms of bumble bees buzzing everywhere. Before long he began to groan and rolled of her.

She quickly moved to swallow his mushroom just in time to choke on the load, coughing and spewing some on his body but she managed to squeeze the shaft with both hands giving her time to swallow what was in her mouth. She then released her grip and the remainder exploded into her mouth, choking her again. She cupped her mouth with both hands catching most of it while gulping desperately and then slurped up and downed what was in her palms.
Having licked them clean she grasped his shaft with both hands at the root, like she'd seen Sandra do with one hand, squeezing and pulling sucking out the remainder making swallowing motions. She then whispered, sorry master and began to suck up what had spilled on his hairy stomach, while he laid back breathing deeply; shifting his body to accommodate her tongue; sated, relishing the devoted effort of this angelic subservient addition to his household staff.

This time she consciously tasted the semen; it was, salty and sticky but she told herself in her overjoyed state of mind that it was delicious. When she was done he pointed at the floor next to the bed. She got up and waited as he lay there with his eyes closed. Finally he opened them looking at her with a satisfied smile and reached for her hand. He squeezed it with both hands and then kissed it like a knight kissing a lady. "I have accepted you as my servant wife. You may clean me up now in bed." He let go of her hand as she nearly fainted with relief and feeling her knees buckle, dropped to her knees.

She was not going back to the village. There would be two, three or four bells from now on at nights. She held her hands in the praying position keeping eye contact smiling thankfully at her husband. "Thank you master; thank you," she wanted to say more but her head was spinning as her heart pounded wildly; she had been accepted, despite choking on the cream; her body was good enough, she was good enough. He smiled back at her almost in disbelief at her subservient reaction as she staggered to her feet and stood for a moment regaining her composure.

The madam was snoring as she retrieved a wet cloth and towel from the next room and proceeded to wash and dry her master's genitals; the man she now belonged to, her man, her husband; the man's who had made her a woman; a married woman even though the cream was for the most part swallowed and not in her vagina; yet still where it should be, inside her body. The wedding ceremony was complete; she was on her honeymoon. After putting the wash cloth away in the other room she returned to his bedside and waited.
"You are dismissed, Olivia." He spoke quietly without opening his eyes, using her name for the first time; she was now no longer just a wench.
"Thank you master for accepting me, thank you master for letting me serve;" She curtsied elated with her new status, as she gazed with devoted eyes on her man; his face glowing with gratification, fingers intertwined on his chest, breathing deeply. He was a picture of tranquility and she was responsible: her hands, her lips, her breasts, her vagina, her body had succeeded in satisfying her master, as a proper wife should. She watched him for a moment, wiping an emotional tear of joy; then after covering him up she put out the lamp, curtsied in the dark and then very quietly closed the door.

With her head spinning in a dizzying state of joy, she covered her eyes with both hands choking down the tears and then spreading her arms soared like a bird, curtsied again, unseen in the dark, bowing nearly to the floor, in deference to her new status: Olivia, servant wife.
She rose, slowly lowering her wings and mentally landed. Raising her wings again she flew very slowly to the landing, into the moonlight created by a full moon in the night sky. She was startled for a moment, catching her profile in a floor length mirror and lowered her wings. Her breasts, rare the madam had said and fascinated the master as he fondled them. Her behind much too large she's always thought, the madam and the master almost mesmerised groping and fondling it, though also the center of pain she was slowly trying to love.
She faced the mirror assuming the stance demanded. She had always been told her face was pretty, now her entire body was beautiful, very beautiful. She smiled at herself and felt her
'rare' breasts, careful not to hide the nipples; she held her
'waspy waist' and caressed her 'curvaceous hips' and then fingered the thigh creases catching a few curls. She stroked her shapely thighs, 'thick sculptured' the madam had said; a subject of ridicule in the village because of the way she walked. No one laughed at her now; she was appreciated and loved for her beauty like only the prince of her dreams had done in the past.

The moon light flooding through a hallway window illuminated the landing and some steps with a misty glow; casting weird shadows off the banister and spindles the way only 'her' moon knew how.
Any other time such a setting would have been a ghostly nightmare but tonight, a good omen, a fairytale setting celebrating her wedded status. Her feet kissed each step at a dreamy slow pace, befitting the beautiful new lady of the house. Before every kiss, as her knee flexed to the limit, and an opposite tiny foot, toed for the tread; her groin stretched wide, revisiting the tenderness in her vagina; a satisfying reminder of its flesh and blood cause, her badge of honor.

Reaching the dark foyer; she felt her way to and through that long hallway, so scary three weeks ago, when she bashfully avoided her madam's rolling cheeks; into the moonlit kitchen, home to an indoor pump and servants' bells and where licking sex became indelibly tongued into her memory.

Then at last her safe haven, the pitch-dark pantry, where she'd been coerced naked, caned and groped, that first terrifying day; but now, reborn in a new life and just married, she cuddled up in the arms of her mentor-lover, cooing and warmly kissing her
Sandra, her now sister-servant-wife.

The End