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Gee could not make her back sink any further into the corner without breaking bones. The walls were making her shoulders ache as it was, and the only bones she wanted broken were those of the Lady Sinnott’s driver.  He was determined to get under her skirts and she wasn’t having it.  She came to Rathalla Manor for food, shelter and work; not for love or physical pleasure. She didn’t see those things as perks in any way.

It had become the talk among all of the servants that Gee probably preferred the company of women to men, in that way. She kept her lips tight, wasn’t about to admit it, though it was true.  She veiled her abstinence with Presbyterian values and a nose-to-the-grindstone work ethic.  But anyone else who looked at her, saw that immeasurable something that said she was better suited for the driver’s uniform than her own.

Lady Sinnott’s driver, Jake the Rake, was only looking for a conquest; only looking for the reputation for making Agnes “Gee” Maloney change her unnatural leanings. She was a strong, young woman, beautiful with her honey blond hair that fell in sweet slight waves.  She had clear, blue eyes and her lips, drawn perfectly, were of natural rose color.  Despite her tom-boyish essence, she was otherwise a classically beautiful woman.  That made the stakes of the conquest even sweeter.

“You’re going to play hide the sausage whether you like it or not, my reluctant beauty,” said Jake.

“Hide the what?” came the spine chilling voice of Lady Sinnott.

She wasn’t harsh or shrill.  Her tone was even and controlled and very had a pleasant quality to it, like she might be given to song.  But her very presence made both servants sweat.  Gee was sure she was fired because it was commonplace for female staff to trade favors with male staff. Because Gee was pretty, it could be naturally assumed that was going on; until of course, people spent time with her, then thought the opposite was true.  At least Lady Sinnott got her driver to stop so that Gee could step forward from the corner.

“Jake,” Lady Sinnott began.

“Lady Sinnott,” he said, standing at attention.

Literally; Gee looked down to the floor and saw the rod pitching a tent in his trousers.

“You were speaking to the matter of where on the estate sausage has been hidden?” she said.

Both servants knew very well that no one in the room believed that is what Jake meant.  He stammered an apology.

“You are dismissed, Jake,” Lady Sinnott said coolly. “Go to the area of the estate that concerns you and leave Agnes to her duties.”

Jake could not scramble from the scene fast enough.  He was a blur in Gee’s peripheral vision.

“Agnes,” said Lady Sinnott calmly.  “Look at me.”

Though no longer wedged, Gee was still in the corner. It felt like her harassment was now going to become a scolding. She lifted her eyes to the lady of the estate and found warmth. It had been a long time since she found that anywhere.

“How about a cup of tea?” Lady Sinnott.

Agnes gave a quick curtsey and as she was about to fetch a kettle, Lady Sinnott grabbed her hand.

“Easy,” she said with assurance.  “Make that tea for two, bring it to my boudoir and let Mrs. Cox know that you are with me or she will wonder where you are off to.”

“Yes, Lady Sinnott,” said Gee, trembling.

A thousand things fled through her mind; she was going to be fired was the most dominant thing.  She would find another job she was sure.  Estates like pleasant-looking servants in the house and she qualified.  She was skilled at her job though not quite old enough to be in Mrs. Cox’s position.  She fetched her boss to inform her.  The shock that cross Mrs. Cox’s face heightened Gee’s fears.

“Go,” her boss bid, releasing Gee from her duties.

Gee set the tray for tea, complete with cucumber sandwiches she threw together with salted butter on white bread, and hurried it to Lady Sinnott’s boudoir.  It was her personal apartment in the enormous mansion.  Her husband was rarely home or in the same part of the house so there was no chance Gee might encounter him.

Gee knocked, was invited in.  She heard Lady Sinnott but she did not see her.  She set the tray down in the usual place on the coffee table, next to a beautifully wrapped box.  She eyed the sandwiches and her stomach growled.  The stress of the moment had made her absolutely famished.

“I heard that,” laughed Lady Sinnott.

She made an entrance into the room from behind a folding dressing screen, a souvenir from her recent trip to Hong Kong. Lady Sinnott was in a silk robe, also a find on her travels.  She had a similar look in her eye that Jake had though Gee was drawn to it, not repelled by it.

Lady Sinnott was not quite old enough to be her mother.  She was as tall as Gee and modestly plump though cut a very nice figure in her robe that was sashed at the waist, showing off her curves.  Gee was entranced by her bosom.  She lifted her eyes and her lady caught her staring.

“It’s alright,” she said soothingly. “Sit.”

The women sat on a settee for two.  They had no choice but to sit relatively close to one another. Their bodies touched.  Out of deference to their places in the world, Gee tried to sit away from Lady Sinnott but once again Lady Sinnott gripped her wrist.

“I invited you here,” she said with smoky eyes.  “I want you to sit near me.”

Lady Sinnott unwrapped the box on the coffee table.  It was neatly packed with ornate bon bons.  She offered Gee the first pick.  Gee could not believe the hospitality; if she was being fired she could be fired with chocolate on her lips. 

She bit; a squirt of warm, sharp, delicious liqueur filled her mouth and melted the chocolate that encased it.  The alcohol went straight to her stomach and she felt herself relax.  Lady Sinnott bid her to have another.  By her third chocolate, which was her limit, Gee was not drunk but feeling really good.

“Gee they call you?” asked Lady Sinnott.

“Yes ma’am,” Gee answered shyly.

“You may call me Anne when we are alone.  You may be familiar with me when we are in my boudoir,” said Lady Sinnott. “I would like to be clear as to why I invited you here.”

“Very well,” she replied.

“I’ve been all around the world,” Lady Sinnott began, her voice trembling. “I’ve been places where things are viewed very differently than they are here. There are places where men and women can live as they wish to.”

Gee knew exactly what she was getting at.  The shy, hesitant servant slipped away at once; she was filled with a sense of certainty and of opportunity.  For the second time that day, someone at Rathalla was coming on to her but this time, she thought, she might like it.

“I see, Anne,” said Gee, feeling like a huntress. “And in what way do you wish to live that are not living now? I cannot help but think you didn’t bring me here to give me what I want, but for me to finally give you what you want.”

Gee’s hand traveled to Lady Sinnott’s thigh, traveling up her body to find the inside of her silk robe.  Lady Sinnott’s eyes fluttered but Gee’s remained wide opened.  She pulled the robe from its confinement and laid the lady of the house bare naked, for she wore no clothes underneath.

Gee took Lady Sinnott’s ample bosom in her strong hands and guided it to her mouth.  She suckled her as though she were a master lover, for instinct was her guide. She traveled upward, kissing her breastbone, her shoulder, the base of her ear before finding her mouth.  Gee liked this part of her, that was sure and in control.  She didn’t have to pretend to be timid anymore.

On the contrary, it was Lady Sinnott who was a trembling flower.  Gee swept her mouth with masterful sweeps, claiming every part of her.  She plunged and she tangled her tongues with Lady Sinnott’s until the rich woman was moaning helplessly.

Gee broke away, collecting herself.  It was so much at once and even though she was in charge here, once she stepped out of the door, she was oh so vulnerable.  She had to think for once during the moment.  Lady Sinnott found her hand.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but you can give me something that I have longed for, and I know, that you have longed for,” she said.  “I will pay you handsomely.  You will have a position here for life.  You will have to earn your promotions but I will stock a bank account for you. You will never have to worry all the days of your life.”

Gee’s head whipped around.

“You don’t know me.  You wished to share this with me?” she challenged.

“I do,” she said. “I’ve watched you.  You’re so lovely. I feel like you would understand. I have special desires.”

“I have them as well – “ Gee began.

“I mean, I wish to play out special desires,” she hesitated.

Now Gee offered her the chocolates.

“These help,” she said.

Lady Sinnott laughed.

“Why do you think I am so plump?” she joked.

She popped a chocolate into her mouth.

“I wish you to be my mistress,” confessed Lady Anne. “I want you to do things for me.  I have read that mild pain can increase sexual pleasure.  I have post cards with pictures on them.”

She rose and went to a locked drawer in a Chinese locking cabinet.  She pulled a key from a hiding place and unlocked a drawer.  She removed a deck of cards.  She also snatched a carafe with a crystal cork, and sat back down.

“Look at these,” she said.

She tipped the carafe in the two tea cups and pour their tea.

“How do you like it?” she asked Gee.

Gee looked at her as though she was silly.

“Anne, I have only had it plain,” she said.

“Even on the holidays?” she asked.

“I never dared have anything but plain.  You know how it is to long for something you can’t have, now don’t you?” said Gee.

“I suppose you’re right. I will add a bit of sugar.  You may have your own private stash of sugar if you like,” she said.

Gee spun through the deck post cards with graphics of naked women doing lascivious things.  They were spanking each other with sundry instruments – hair brushes, riding crops, hand-held whips with many tails.

There were pictures of women tied with beautiful satin ribbons in big fluffy bows to the bed, so vulnerable and bare.  In one such position, another appeared to drip the hot wax of a burning candle on her nether region.  The imagines made Gee swim with arousal, all of which gathered at her core.  She squirmed.  Lady Sinnott’s eyes swept her.

“I see you like them,” she said with a wicked smile.

“I do,” she said, sipping her tea.

The tea was like dessert.  It was sweet and liquor laced.  She liked it but she helped herself to a sandwich or two.  She did not want to become drunk which she had been before.

“When do you wish to start?” asked Gee.

“Now if we can,” Lady Sinnott replied as though she were begging.

“I do as well,” said Gee honestly. “But I must protect my interests.  Let us go down to the bank and open that account as soon as possible.  After that, we can begin.”

And so they did.  Without preliminaries, Lady Sinnott summoned her butler who waited while she wrote out a letter to the bank with instructions.  She dispatched the butler with Jake who went to the bank to fulfill Lady Sinnott’s promise. Gee did not wait until they returned with an official slip showing the account had been set up; she took Lady Sinnott at her word from there on out.

In fact, as she waited on the sidelines watching Lady Sinnott write up the letter, she grew hot.  She scanned the room and with the images of the naked women in bold positions floating around in her mind, she saw all the possibilities for play.  She was filled with a driving desire to put her mouth between Lady Sinnott’s legs and taste her.

Lady Sinnott’s boudoir had running water and a beautiful inside bathroom.  She took Gee by the hand to the deep tub and undressed her.  The water filled the tub and steamed the room.

“My but you are beautiful,” she said as she explored Gee.

She nudged Gee onto a small upholstered bench seat and splayed her knees.  Gee knew what she wanted.  She wanted to see her.  Gee lifted her feet to the bench so that she was sitting like a grasshopper.  It was naughty but she felt so incredibly bold and strong.

Lady Sinnott sank to her knees and licked her.  Gee clutched her hair, throbbing and aching at the touch of the horny woman’s tongue.  At once Gee was inspired that this position would be the perfect position for the candle wax play. She savored the pleasure that she took from Lady Sinnott’s tongue but she craved to know what the allure was of the candle; she could only imagine.

“Anne,” she whispered, tapping the woman on the shoulder. “Where are your candles?”

Lady Sinnott climbed off of her knees to fetch the candles and match sticks. Gee resumed the position, which was a bit tough to maintain. She watched as Lady Sinnott struck a match to the candle.  They waited for the wax to pool. Lady Sinnott held the candle at judicious height so that that when it landed on Gee’s delicate, petaled flesh it was warm but not scalding.

But Gee was daring and wanted to feel it on her clitoris.  She guided Lady Sinnott’s hand closer and directed the spill of the wax very specifically.  Lady Sinnott gasped.  Her face with slack with sexual arousal.  She wavered with the candle in hand accidentally drawing waxen lines on Gee.

Gee started but the wax cooled instantly.  The adrenaline rush of the mild heat drove her to a new level of desire.  She stood up so that Lady Sinnott could take a seat.  The rich lady was not as flexible but she managed to spread her knees to either edge of the bench and to tuck her buttocks so that she was completely available. Gee maneuvered the candle to drip on Lady Sinnott’s waiting flesh.

“You have never experienced this before?” queried Gee.

“I have dabbled in it myself,” confessed Lady Sinnott. “It is so much better with two.”

She clutched as the wax landed.  Gee watched as her sex glistened, flowed with desire.  Now it was she who dropped to her knees and lapped at Lady Sinnott’s aroused opening.  She delved and explored as though she had waited an eternity to know this experience.  She was so lost in it.  She licked and flicked and penetrated, savoring the taste of this woman’s flesh.

Lady Sinnott reached for a drawer in a cabinet to the side of the bench.  She handed Gee a small, smooth, wooden hairbrush.

“I am about to come,” she said. “Spank me.”

Gee was confused and thought for a moment as to how Lady Sinnott should maneuver to take her spanking.

“Not there,” Lady Sinnott clarified.

Gee understood exactly.  She watched as Lady Sinnott pleasured herself with her fingers and as the woman’s sex begin to clutch, Gee smacked her with the back of the hairbrush. It wasn’t a hard smack.  It was more of a mental stimulation than a physical one but the rich woman was crying out with utmost pleasure. 

When she had relaxed, her pleasure peaked, they stepped into the tub, filling with delicious warm water. Gee was in heaven.  It was an amazing luxury to have her body surrounded with warm water as she could stretch out as she wished. 

“I will show you a neat trick,” whispered Lady Sinnott.

She guided Gee’s body towards the running water.

“Put your legs on the wall,” said Lady Sinnott.

Gee stretched her long, shapely legs upward.  The running water struck her between her legs.  She was so incredibly aroused, she could tell that it would not be too long before she was experiencing a climax of her own.

“How do you pleasure yourself?” asked Lady Sinnott.

Gee’s head was in Lady Sinnott’s lap.  The rich woman stroked her.

“I touch myself,” admitted Gee.

Lady Sinnott reached beneath the running water and insert a finger into Gee’s body. It was the first time besides herself, that someone had penetrated her.  It was a rush for her mentally and figuratively. Lady Sinnott knew exactly how to position her hand so that Gee could still be pleasured by the fall of the water.  She moved her finger in and out, stroking Gee as the water antagonized her sweetly

With the pad of her thumb, Lady Sinnott gently beat Gee’s clitoris.  Gee burst from deep within into rolling spasms. From head to toe, passion swept her, causing her eyes to roll nearly back into her head as her body convulsed.  It was ecstasy and she was happy that she shared it.  It felt so right.

The women bathed lazily in the tub.  When the water cooled, Lady Sinnott released it and filled it again.  She bathed Gee with rose scented oil.  She shaved her arms and her legs and she let Gee practice on shaving her. 

When the bath was over, they stepped out onto the decadent animal furs that covered the bath floor.  They dried each other off with generous terries the size of bed sheets. They powdered each other and laid on Lady Sinnott’s sumptuous feather bed to nap.

Except when she was ill, Gee had never slept in the middle of the day before.  It was amazing.  When she woke, she dressed and resumed her chores for what was left of the day.  Neither Mrs. Cox, her boss, nor Jake who had seen her in Lady Sinnott’s boudoir, said a word.  If there were comments made, they were never made within earshot of  Gee. In fact, no one ever hit on her or made innuendo about her sexual preferences.

Lady Sinnott did not summon Gee for days. In fact there was no word or sign of her; Gee assumed that theirs was a one-time thing.  When she laid her head on her pillow the day after the tryst, she felt something underneath.  She pulled out the folded paper, from the bank, regarding her new bank account.  She could not believe the amount of money she had been given.  It would make it difficult to work for a living from then on.

Another night, she laid down and she had a completely new mattress.  Her thin mattress on a taut, jute frame was replaced by a feather stuffed one.  It was a risk to switch out the mattress.  The servants weren’t stupid and they would know what was going on but Lady Sinnott managed to make the exchange and silence the wagging tongues.

Gee found herself straying from the confines of her work to see check for Lady Sinnott.  She had gone on a little visit to a neighboring estate for a few days, she learned. When she saw Mrs. Cox dousing her own tea with sugar and it wasn’t even a holiday, she knew that Lady Sinnott had returned.  She could not suppress a smile.  The rich woman was playful. It made her heart stir.

When she next laid her head on her pillow, on her delicious new mattress, there was another paper under her pillow.  This time it was a note, a long-awaited invitation.  It read:

“Come.”

Gee dashed on tip toes, racing but making her body light so that she could run undetected through her part of the house to Lady Sinnott’s boudoir.  She knocked quietly.  The door cracked.  Gee stepped in.  Lady Sinnott took Gee’s face in her hands and kissed her fiercely.

“I have missed you,” she said to Gee.

“And I you,” Gee replied.

“I have a present for you,” said Lady Sinnott.

“You will spoil me,” she said.

“I intend to,” said Lady Sinnott.

Lady Sinnott dropped her robe and helped Gee out of her clothes.  They curled up on Lady Sinnott’s giant bed, underneath the luxurious silk sheets. The fabric felt so amazing against Gee’s naked skin.

“Lay back,” said Lady Sinnott.

She dipped her fingers into a pot that had been warming over a candle, like a potpourri. It was oil and Lady Sinnott touched it and fingered Gee, spreading the oil in and around the aroused entrance of her body.  Then she produced a baton that had a tapered end.

“It’s called a dildo,” she explained. “Have you ever seen one?”

Gee shook her head no.

“Would you like to try it? It gives you pleasure. It would give me pleasure if you tried it.”

Gee agreed, very curious but somewhat nervous. Lady Sinnott lubed it up with the warmed oil and just as the opening of Gee’s body.  She rubbed her clit with it.  Gee liked that a lot.  Lady Sinnott dipped the end of the dildo into the warmed oil and held it there. The shaft itself was warmed, but not hot. 

“I am going to push it all the way in.  It may sting a little but then it will feel good,” said Lady Sinnott.

She nudged the warm dildo into her body.  She didn’t think it was painful at all.  Then Lady Sinnott gave a firm push and Gee felt it full embed.  It did smart indeed.  It took her breath.  Her body tensed.  Lady Sinnott stroked her hair, then she bent to extend her tongue to the tip of Gee’s clit. She flicked it back and forth.  The pain converted to pleasure quickly and Gee discovered that the ache of arousal that she felt deep within her channel as satisfied by this wicked baton.  Lady Sinnott had her coming around the hard length and it was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known.

She did the same for Lady Sinnott, though they used a dildo of the rich woman’s very own.  She had a collection which she showed Gee.  Gee’s toy took a place in the cabinet where Lady Sinnott’s special toys were stored.

In the days ahead, the staff prepared for a welcome home party for Lord Sinnott. Gee was filled with jealousy though it was clear the man did not meet all of Lady Sinnott’s needs. Since she was a kitchen servant there would be no reason for her path to cross with Lady Sinnott’s during the course of the party. When a waiter entered the kitchen and requested tea for Lady Sinnott, Gee took over.

“I know how she likes it,” she said assertively. “I’ll bring it to her.”

When Gee entered the party in her servant’s uniform and placed the tea tray in front of Lady Sinnott instead, Lady Sinnott looked at her and glared.  Gee recoiled and backed away.  No one said a word but the message was loud and clear. 

Gee contained herself, trying not to run from the room as she wanted to.  She went straight for her quarters. She shed her clothes and swapped them for her travel clothes. It was the middle of the night.  She went outside to the drivers waiting by the carriages of the guests, those who weren’t staying.  She found Jake. He was smoking a cigarette.

“I am enjoying a smoke at the moment,” he said.

“Take me town.  I need to go to the bank,” she said.

“It’s not opened at the moment,” he joked.

He studied her face.

“You’re serious,” he said.

“I’ll pay,” she said.

She extend her hand to his waist and pressed closer to him suggestively.

“You will?” he asked, more with surprise than a question.

“Yes,” she said. “Money or whatever you want.  I want to leave.”

Jake nodded. He was catching on.

“Well I know you’re not with child,” he said.

Gee rolled her eyes.  She should have expected that.

“What did she do?” he asked.

Gee didn’t answer.

“If you’re going to help from me, I want to know what happened,” he said flatly.

“She used me,” Gee replied, clenching her eyes feeling stupid all over again.

“I would use you,” he said coolly.

“At least at this point moving forward, I will always be aware,” she said.

“If I take you to town, I will have to leave as well,” he said. “We’ll have to hitch a ride. It’s dangerous for a woman by herself. Depending on your plans, you’re going to need me.”

“Fine. But if I pay you, there’s nothing else between us.  This is an arrangement.”

“As long as I am free to chase all the skirt I wish,” he said.

They shook on it.  They made their way into town.  Gee half expected to learn the bank account had been a ruse but it wasn’t.  She withdrew the contents of her account and opened one up by herself so it had no ties to Lady Sinnott. She and Jake shopped for a townhouse.