For the rest of the day, after Natasja had been humiliated by Fred at the table, his fondling of her making her forget where she was and arousing her, then stopping before she could come with all the staff watching her, she was made to work in the kitchen. The cook took the opportunity to feel her tits and ass through the button front dress, and her face was flushed from embarrassment and humiliation because of that. She knew better than to complain or try to stop him. At least she still had her dress on and he had to feel her through it. Even with the embarrassment, her nipples had erected to hard points and were visible easily through the dress. She was sent to the door to the kitchen from the back yard twice for deliveries, and she was embarrassed that her nipples were so plainly visible.
The deliverymen noticed and that made her flush even more. Finally the day ended for her work, and she was allowed to go to her room and wash. Shortly after that, Stephanie came into her room and told her to take off her dress and come into the bathroom. Stephanie made up her face, nicely, not whorishly and picked out another dress. This one had spaghetti straps and was low cut, with a side slit almost to her hip. Some heels that matched were also found. She wasn't given nylons to wear tonight. Stephanie also brushed her hair and basically made her look very attractive. Natasja was wondering why so much care was taken for her tonight, but realistically she just enjoyed the attention. Once Stephanie was pleased with her look and dress and she told her to go downstairs to the dining room.
Natasja walked slowly, remembering the humiliation of being teased to arousal earlier that day. She really didn't want to be in that position again. She entered the dining room, and was surprised at the elegant setting of the table and how dressed up Fred was. It was not normal and she was wary of him and wondering what was going to happen to her. Fred came to her and took her arm, ushering her to a chair next to his. He pulled the chair out and seated her like a grand lady. Natasja looked about the room nervously, but there was no one there but the two of them. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and looked down at the tabletop. He began to talk to her about her day, which made her think of how he had exposed her and she blushed again. Stephanie came in and served each of them some wine, which he told her to drink. She was not used to alcohol but she sipped it slowly. She was still feeling uncomfortable and suspicious and kept glancing surreptitiously around the room and at Fred. She still could not figure out what was not right other than how she was being treated. Fred insisted that she drink more wine and she did, feeling it begin to affect her.
Stephanie now brought in the dinner that was a salad on a separate plate and a main course of beef tips with potatoes and asparagus. She ate, slowly, still looking for something to happen to her. As the evening passed and nothing did, she began to relax and Fred continued to pour wine for her. She tried to protest, telling him that she was not a drinker, but he would not hear of it. He poured and she drank. Natasja was by now becoming fairly inebriated. Her words were slurring and she was having difficulty with her silverware. She knew where she was, what was happening, who she was with, just her motor skills were not very good. When Fred had finished eating and she had also, including 3 glasses of wine, he stood. Moving to her, he pulled her chair back and helped her up. He smiled at her and took her arm, leading her upstairs.
When they got to her room, he ushered her inside and easily slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. With an infinitesimal hiss, the dress slid down her arms and chest, dangling around her waist. Fred bent to her and kissed her, then bent further and teased one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked, licked and kissed it until it was erect and pouting out. Then he turned to the other nipple and teased that one just as he did the first. Natasja was a little woozy from the wine and was becoming slightly aroused from the teasing of her nipples. She held his head to her with one hand, the other on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She was enjoying the sensations he was triggering in her. This was new to her, the arousal. He had just taken her before, with no concern for her pleasure. Now he was pleasing her and she was confused as well as being a little drunk.
As he teased her second nipple, Fred slid his hand down the back of her dress onto her bottom and stroked it, then pushed down on the dress. It resisted for a few moments, but slid down over her bottom and pooled around her ankles. He stroked her bare bottom for a few moments, tracing a finger up and down her crease. Then he turned her so she faced away from him. He cupped one tit in one hand and slid the other down her body until it touched the tiny strip of hair just above her slit. He teased the hair and his thumb teased her nipple. Natasja was feeling much different than she ever had before. This was nice; this was something that she could get to like.
He slid his hand further down and she tensed as he touched her pussy lips, but he softly kissed her neck and his other hand found her other breast and began to fondle that one. He stroked her between her legs, very gently and softly and she leaned back against him. She could feel his cock pressing against her. Usually she would have tensed much more, but the alcohol and his touch created a lassitude in her. One finger traced her slit and she opened her legs involuntarily, inviting him without words or thoughts to touch her more. As his fingers slid lightly up and down her labia, Natasja shivered and leaned back against him even more. She began to pant, her breath uneven, as her arousal rose. She felt swollen and engorged between her legs and they opened a little more.
As Fred felt her giving in to him, he slid a finger between her lips and traced a path between them, opening her pussy. She gasped and her hips bucked forward as he touched her clitoris. He still fondled her tits and her nipples were as hard as stone. A blush had moved from her face down her neck to her chest. He gently traced between her labia, down and then back up until he reached her clitoris once more. She gasped and her hips bucked forward again, pushing against his finger. Fred bent and kissed her neck and hair once more and one of her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, holding him to her. Her inhibitions and embarrassment were fading away; chased away by the feelings he had teased and touched into her.
Fred removed his hand from between her legs and she felt so empty when he did. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bed; her silk dress tangled around one foot and dragging behind them. He stood her at the head of the bed and pulled down the comforter and top sheet. She stood dizzily, clutching at the headboard, her head swimming. Fred took her and helped her onto the bed. She first lay on her back, then curled to her side. He looked at her and swiftly undressed. Naked, he returned to the bed and gently pushed Natasja onto her back once more. He crawled up between her legs, nudging them open with his knees. She whimpered, thinking that he was going to shove his large cock into her, but he did not.
She looked at him with alcohol hazed eyes, aroused eyes and saw him lean forward and kiss her on her belly. She moaned and her skin rippled as his lips touched her. Her legs fell further open and he moved down, kissing his way to her slit. Natasja was whimpering, not understanding, he had never done anything like this to her before. His lips touched her engorged labia and her breath hissed out of her mouth. Her hips lifted to him and he licked her slit from top to bottom and then back to flick over her erect clitoris. This time her hips bucked up and she began to gasp. Her hands went to his head and held it. Fred kissed and licked her gently but persistently, slowly driving her wild. Her hips were bucking up to his mouth and she was gasping steadily. She was so close to coming, and she wasn't sure why her insides felt so liquid, why her mind was buzzing. Only that she wanted him, wanted him inside her.
For the first time Natasja called him Master.
"Oh god, my god, Master, please, oh god, please."
He lifted his head and looked at her.
"What is it Natasja?"
"Please Master, pleaseβ¦β¦β¦"
"What do you want, Natasja?"
Oh god, please put it in me, Master, pleaseβ¦β¦."
"Put what in you, Natasja?"
She clutched at his shoulders, trying to pull him up and over her body.