Art Deco -

Art Deco - Part 1 - slave girl sara

A few days after Easter some of the boys in our community had the idea to recreate a scenario based on the 1930s and in particular the Art Deco period of flamboyancy and exaggeration.

The uniqueness of the scenario was equalled by all ten couples who had never met, but all lived our lifestyle full time. Most were subs, and three were slaves, just like me. We all lived within an hour of each other, and all are known to a few friends of ours for the safety of us eight girls and two boys.

Our Sirs would obviously be the gentry who we would be loaned out to.

Some girls would help in the Big House kitchens and if naughty or slack in their work would go over cook's pastry table and feel her grandpa`s thick leather strap she kept hung on a hook behind her pantry door. Others may be in sleazy bars or back street whore houses. Finally, some lucky girls would be residents in the big house with the Masters.

We girls drew two separate pieces of paper from two old wellington boots to find our jobs, a different one for each day. I drew parlour maid and stable girl for the gentry`s enjoyment. We had a few weeks to get authentic costumes for the parts we drew from the wellies. The costumes needed to be consistent with the 1930s period; a time I love writing about.

I had been taught some seamstress techniques growing up by my gran so after church one Sunday had a word with her as I kissed her.

"Darling granny?"

"Yes one of my favourite granddaughters?"

"We are invited to a fancy dress weekend, and I need two costumes."

"What theme sara?"

"The 1930s Art Deco."

"Then you could be in luck, I have some of my gran's up-market clothes, sparkly shoes, diamante tiara and sequined handbag, how does that sound?"

"Sort of wonderful but Noooooo gran."

"Why is that love?"

"Because, we had to draw roles and I got Parlour Maid and Stable Girl, gran."

"Pop up this afternoon and we can talk about it, I can see Marc is eager to get you home, and rightly so."

Marc and I had a lovely Sunday play and when he left to meet his mates for a pint I popped up to gran and gramps.

"Hello, you two darling grandparents."

"Come in sara take your coat off and sit down, I will put the kettle on."

"Thank you gran, that would be lovely, but I will stand if I may."

"No problem, are you still a size six?"

"Maybe six to eight gran."

"Leave it with me a few days, I have lots of old playhouse clothes I am sure we can adapt."

"Thank you gran."

She patted my bottom.

"Ouch."

We both giggled, she had touched my cane stripes, now bruised through the hard church pews, only twelve today.

"Want to see Gran?"

"Aww that would be sweet."

I gently lowered my knickers and bent over her knee.

"He is very skilful sara, Grandpa, come see our Marc`s spacing."

Grandpa came and gently rubbed my bottom.

"Aye they are really grand and a full perfect pair of moons, pop over my knee now sara, let me colour the crown of your bottom."

"Yes Sir, dress on or off?"

"Off I think sara, let`s see how you are filling out."

"Yes gran, thank you."

"Such a lovely body sara, why are you covering below, we have seen it all before?"

"Well gran, gramps, remember I am Marc`s, so he likes a designer bush. In fact, he like a black designer bush so I have it coloured every month when I get my bits done."

I moved my hand to reveal a `?` mark.

They both had a rub over it and then I went over gramps' knee.

"Go gently dear."

"Are you telling me how to spank a bottom my dear."

"No Sir, sorry."

"You will be, it will be your turn next."

I was spanked by Grandpa, and he avoided touching my stripes.

"There, now let gran measure you, no corner time, it was a good-girl spanking."

"Thank you Grandpa, love you very much."

Gran measured me and I dressed and left, as I closed the door I heard.

"Now my, 'Know-It-All' wife, over you go," Slapppp.

I was home before Marc so had a bath and was still there when I heard him come in.

"In here, would you like to get in with me?"

He must have undressed on the way and was naked and semi stiff as he got in.

"Now slave, wash your Master all over, properly, or it`s a whipping for you."

"Please do not whip me again Sir, I will do my best. Oh, my Sir, how your cock is swollen, would you like it rubbing better?"

He did, and I did, and I rode him back and front. As I dried him he grew again, this time down my throat. I was so lucky.

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It was the `Art Deco` weekend.

We arrived at the beautiful Airbnb, a large house set in its own grounds. The host welcomed us and explained it had been used many times for different scenarios and Murder Mystery Weekends. The men drew lots for rooms, all were double suites with ensuites so no dramas. We were told to be in the main hall for lunch at twelve then to our designated jobs.

"Get undressed sara and into the role as a whore, your Master is particularly horny."

"Of course, Master, I am yours to use, please slap my face if I under perform."

Slapppp

"Not quick enough kneeling."

I took a little longer.

Slapp Slapp.

Something about having my face slapped goes straight to my clitty.

He was not joking, he seemed to grow massive in my mouth, and I so hoped he would take me from behind. It was my lucky day!

We dressed in our first outfits, of course it turned Marc on, so we were late down.

"Clara Brown, you were late again, it will be a visit over cook's pastry table for a wake-up strapping."

"Yes Sir."

Marc chimed in, "And well deserved too!"

We ate and afterwards a few of us were taken down to the basement kitchen, whilst others were set about their allocated jobs. Cook had been hired in along with a house Master and head stable lad, all from our lifestyle.

"Clara?"

"Here Cook."

"Why are you not naked and over my table."

"On it now Cook."

"Where are your knickers girl."

"It`s a long story Cook."

"Then, five swipes for lateness and two extras for no explanation, would you call that fair Clara?"

"Absolutely Cook."

The first swipe was surely just to get her eye in, but I yelped. The following five were much the same but the last one was so hard it made my eyeballs nearly fly out of their sockets, OOWWWWW

"Get the idea Clara?"

"Perfectly thank you Cook and thank you for your attention."

My job was to set the table in the main hall, serve the main course, clear, serve the sweet and clear. On my way back downstairs, I was accosted by one of the Sirs.

"You do realise dropping and breaking any crockery has the punishment of a public beating and fucking, don't you servant?"

"I did not, no Sir, but believe you Sir, one hundred percent.

"Good, no need to kneel servant."

"Thank you Sir."

"Just go down a few steps until your mouth is level with my cock."

"Yes Sir."

I made sure I had a tight hold of all the sweet plates and saucers.

"What would you like me to do to help you, servant girl?"

"Please Sir, please could you unbutton and let your cock hand down?"

"Yes of course, happy to help the underprivileged."

What a whopper! I licked it but it was too big and heavy for me to slurp up and in. Sir lifted my chin, Slap, Slap. Hmmm men`s chat me thinks, whatever it worked, and I shuddered so much I nearly fell off the step I was balance on.