The few other staff have left me alone for the week. With no Mistress in the house, it was just general maintaining anyway. All of Madame's shoes and Boots had a high shine that I was proud of though, and a speck of dust could not be found in her room. At night, I lay in my own bed. Visions of Claire excite my already active libido. She teases and torments me. I am spanked and smacked and used by men for her amusement, but when she has me, I can see I am her world. She can lock eyes with me and it is just us. I am cherished and treasured. And for a moment she is open to me. Madame hides much from the world; one day she will tell me all.
My hands roamed my belly and down my soft rump. One has cupped my growing breast and softly squeezes. I think of Madame's eyes the first time she tasted that single drop of my milk. Her eyes smiled and she sucked for more. I cradled her head and we just stared at each other. She got maybe two more, but my nipple was extended and engorged as I had never seen it before.
I pulled it now, gently with two fingers, the others pressing the flesh under that ruby cone. There was no suction, so it wasn't the same, but I pulled on my dark red nipple as my other hand delved into my slot. Three fingers were an easy beginning, my sex was so open and hungry. I moaned aloud as they slid as deep as I could, reaching around my belly. How I wish I could roll over and grind my palm between my pussy and the bed.
"Claire, I need you." I cried softly for my Mistress, as I did my best to relieve my frustration.
On Madame's return, I hurried to unpack and put her things away. Emma was dispatched with a single glare from me. Claire did not come to her room but instead visited the stables and the kitchen. I stood at the top of the stairs as she walked by, going towards the study. Claire looked at me... and smiled. Her whole face smiled. Madame's business must have went very well. But did she not know she was torturing me? Her little pet has not seen her for a week and my Madame strolls the grounds as if it was just a day trip to London.
Finally evening came, but Madame did not eat in her room. She did not even come to change. Mr. Preston served her in the dining room, where she sat all alone. It was driving me insane! I am wet all the time, as I have said, but the anticipation of my Madame's being home and using me had my juices flowing and my desire peaked. I couldn't wait any longer. Finally, I sat on the edge of Madame's bed. It was high so that getting my pregnant form back up would be easier than a chair.
I lifted the pleated black skirt with my left hand and let the right curve around my belly and find the top of my furred mound. I let my fingers run through the soft curly hair and then down the inside of my pale thigh. My legs were spread wide and my hole was open, but I ran my fingers just along the outer lips. My palm pressed in just above my already stiff clit. If Claire walked in, I may be in trouble, but I would take a spanking now, happily, if she would just come and play with me.
I brought two fingers to my mouth and let my tongue coat them as I pushed them inside. My eyes closed and I dropped the damp digits back to my waiting gash. I rubbed them slowly around the open hole. My mouth opened and I sighed. I let my fingers dip in at the bottom of my circles and back out with a flick at the top. My circles got a little faster and my palm was mashing my clit. I wasn't diving them in deep, just to the first knuckle. My pussy was already puffy and, I imagine, red. My juices were flowing and I tasted myself, sucking each finger as if just finishing a chocolate. I lay on my side at the edge of the mattress, my bottom leg dangling above the floor. Now three fingers went deep into my dripping slot. I thought of the hard thick cocks that Claire has made me take, but as I plunge in and out of myself, my mind goes back further to the night and the man that put me in this condition.
He was lean but chiseled. His pale body glistened over me. Every muscle was taut and his hips drove incessantly, making our groins smack together. I tried to wrap my legs around his ass to ease his pace, to lengthen the pleasure and hold him tight to my mound. But the young, dark haired Lord had none of it and slipped his hands inside my thighs and pressed my knees to my chest, then he pounded harder. His heavy balls smacked at my exposed asshole, each time he drove deep. Beneath him, I was a wailing slut. My head shook back and forth. My hair in my face, in my mouth as I cried out. Above me he panted and cursed, not at me, but to the act. Finally he did speak to me just before he came.
"Look at me. Look at me, SLUT! Open your eyes!"
I opened my eyes to my Mistress; Claire, in the here and now. Her dark, almost black hair pulled back, making her face tight and fierce.
"What are you doing, slut?!"
"Ma- Madame." I knew I could get caught, but the reality was different. "I waited for you, Madame..." I was sitting up now and pushing my skirt down, looking to the floor.
"Obviously not." Claire stood over me. "Have you been diddling yourself the whole time I have been gone?"
My cheeks went scarlet and I was embarrassed. Claire has had every intimacy with me, but yet I was ashamed.
"I, I could not help myself, Madame." I was timid and could not look up at her, but I said it anyway. "I needed you, Madame." I closed my eyes at my confession.
"And yet you didn't come to me?" She pointed out.
"I am Madame's servant. I belong to her; she does not belong to me." I said slowly.
Claire lifted my chin to meet my eyes. They were pleading and needful. There was a small smile on her face as she seemed to look inside me for a moment.
"Get undressed." She commanded. "We will take care of these... 'Needs'." Claire's small smile turned into a grin.
I undid my side buttons. Claire offered no help, but walked slowly around me. She had dropped her skirts to show her milky white legs, but that seemed as far as she wished to go. When finally I was naked, one arm cradled my tummy, it seemed instinctive now and I did it as a matter of course. My other arm stretched across my breasts and I looked to the floor, waiting for Madame.
She stood before me and moved my arm. Her hands came up to my dark, almost brown nipples. My body has changed, not just my belly. My areolas are wider and darker. My "B" cup was now easily a "C" and still growing. Madame pressed them to me, slowly, exploring me. Her thumbs pushed down on my growing nipples. She kneaded my flesh and then seemed to heft them. Timidly I looked into her eyes.
"Thank you, Madame." I barely whispered.
Claire moved in tight to me and whispered in my ear. "You may change your tune when I beat that arse of yours." but she licked my earlobe and sent shivers to me. "Go kneel on that chair, girl." She ordered softly.
I knelt on Madame's chair with my hands over its sides and my face pressed into the back's material. I had feared a spanking, but I had also hoped for it. I felt her hand smooth my back, slowly and then trail down to my rump. Claire rubbed it and squeezed before going back up my spine. Her other hand tweaked my dangling nipple and then I felt her breath in my ear.
"You said you needed me." She whispered. "Ask for it then, little pet."
I didn't hesitate, "Please, Madame. I need you." Her hands kept fondling me.
"What do you need, my pretty slut?" She toyed.
"You, Madame" I knew she wanted me to beg for the spanking, but I just couldn't.
Roughly my hair was grabbed and my head yanked back. "Don't toy, little one." her voice was still calm though.
"Please, Madame Claire. I have missed you." I pleaded.
"Perhaps not enough. Should I leave for a few more days, so you can diddle your pussy in peace?" She mocked.
"No." I whimpered. Her hands had never stopped caressing me. "Please, Madame."
"What?" She put succinctly.
