It was early afternoon and I lay down to rest. My belly is swollen from nearly six months of pregnancy. My feet hurt, my nipples ache and my back is in constant pain. The black maids outfit is tight round my belly and my engorged breasts want to burst out of its top, but Mistress demands that I wear the uniform of my station. Madame Claire allows me these afternoon naps but I rarely sleep, for even in these respites my Mistress torments me.
After I served Madame's lunch and she had eaten, I was roughly bent over double. Claire barked for me to grab my ankles, sadly in that I failed. Because of my condition I could only reach my calves. I felt Madame's bare hand upon my buttocks, smacking each cheek in turn. She spanked me until the warmth spread through my flesh and tears were dripping down my cheeks. I did not cry out; Madame would only beat me more violently.
I thanked her as she smoothed my sore rump. Madame could be so tender when she wished to be. I felt her lips on each cheek as she kissed my behind.
"You shall wear this, Andrea, until I remove it my pet."
I could only look up from my bent position and I saw something phallic but wide. It reminded me of a Rhinoceros horn like I had seen in the library. And then I felt its tip at my tiny puckered hole. It was wet with gel and Madame was pushing it into my butthole. I squirmed, I couldn't help it.
"STOP IT!" Madame Claire smacked hard on my bottom, harder than her little punishment spanks.
I instantly froze. I bit my lip and closed my eyes tight. I felt the force of the penetration again. The tip pushed in and it quickly got wider.
"YOU MADE ME STING MY HAND ON YOUR ASS, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE COW!" She yelled through clenched teeth
Madame was very displeased. I am not usually insulted for my condition.
"I am deeply sorry, Madame. Please forgive me." I plead with my face between my knees. "It hurt my bunghole, Madame."
I got a light smack on my bottom again.
"Who's asshole, Andrea?" She looked down at my face.
I looked up at my Mistress, my sweet Madame. Her short dark hair frames her alabaster face contrasted by her pouty red ruby lips. She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes that see right through me.
"Your asshole, Madame." I gave, in a quiet subdued voice.
"Continue." She ordered. We have gone through this before, my willfulness and my inability to grasp that I am hers, all of me.
"My body is yours, Madame." I recite. "All of me. My pussy, my tits, these are yours. My mouth, my ass, even my tears are yours, Madame." I said in submission.
"Because..." She pushed for more while playing with the ring of my asshole.
"My Mistress is good to me. My Madame kept me after I embarrassed her by becoming pregnant while in her employ, and France is so far away."
Madame smiled, "Yes, you were a filthy slut." She intoned slowly.
I felt two fingers slip into my wet hole. My pussy has been constantly wet since I reached my fifth month. I am not permitted panties so my thighs glisten. Madame rubs my hole and teases me, making me moan softly.
"Even now you crave something in this void, don't you, Andrea?" Madame smiled wickedly.
"Yes Madame." There was no lying at that moment.
"We will fill your ass first, slut." She said emphatically.
And I felt the rest of this 'Plug' pushed into me. My asshole clenched around the tapered base as soon as it got past the wide horn. I felt full and had the urge to defecate but Madame said no and threatened severe punishment should I be found without it.
So I lay on my side on my small bed. My knees pulled up to try to ease the discomfort in my bottom and my hands cradle my big belly. I know my Mistress watches me, or has me watched. I dare not even manipulate the strange dong in my butthole.
My bell rings. I must have dozed off. I roll like a log off the small bed, getting my feet under my heavy belly and widening butt. As I stand up fully, I am reminded of the plug in my ass. As quick as I can I make my way along the second floor corridor. Madame has put me near her with special quarters in the main part of the house. The few other servants have rooms in the attic but my "service" has become much more personal to Madame.
I enter Madame's bedroom to find her standing naked in the middle of the floor. Madame is like Artemis the huntress. Her arms are supple, her belly flat. Madame Claire's legs are toned and strong. My eyes rove over her slim body until I hear her throat clear.
"Are you done, my slut?" Claire says brazenly.
My face goes red and I stare now at the floor after being caught. "I am sorry, Madame. You are beautiful." I hope the compliment will save me a spanking.
"Yes, I know. Now, turn around, lift your skirt." She orders me.
I turn and bend as best I can with both hands behind me lifting my skirts and petticoats to reveal my bare bum. Madame Claire pats the handle of her dong that protrudes from my hole.
"Dress me now, Andrea. I have a guest for dinner this evening." Claire stands again in the middle of the room.
I pick for Madame a fiery red gown that stands like a beacon against her white skin. My hand smoothes her lean bare back as I finish tying the laced cords at her waist.
"Surely Madame will not require me for this evening if she is entertaining?" I hoped for an early and easy night.
"Oh, on the contrary my pet," Claire patted my cheek. "You will be the topic of
conversation and inspection and therefore required."
"Of course, Madame." I held my hands in front of me and looked down. "May I inquire who Madame's guest may be?" My soft sing- song french accent thick from tension.
Claire turned quickly on me. "You are nervous?" She laughed derisively. "You shall have to wait then. I adore your apprehension my little pet. In fact go back to your room. I will send for you when he arrives."
Madame Claire was never cruel to me, but she loved for me to squirm, to never know when the next slap would come or where it would hit or if it would come at all. Madame would spank my ass red as I lay over the back of her mahogany leather couch. My flinches involuntary, she would faint a strike and laugh like a mad hen when my ass would jump when she hadn't struck me at all.
I did squirm as I waited in my room. My mind rolled over all of Madame's friends and those that she has allowed use of me before. She did say "He" so perhaps Madame would simply give me to this man for the evening, although that is usually not Madame's style. She likes to watch at the very least.
At half past eight I was called for and entered the dining room. All the curtains were drawn and the room was dimly lit for a cozy and intimate dinner. Did Madame have a beau? Would I be shared by the couple or worse, would I lose Madame's affections? Now I did squirm inside. My Mistress's attentions were MINE. If she cast me away I could not bear it.
Slowly I stepped to the edge of the light, making my presence known without interrupting. Madame sat at the head of the small dining table; It sat only six. To her right was an older gentleman with graying hair and a mustache. They were laughing over something when the man noticed me.
"Ah, here she is now, I believe." He said pleasantly.
