The last month had been the most difficult for Matilda. It wasn't that the physical humiliation got harder. In all honesty it had let up quite a bit. It was her own feelings that were troubling her. When this first started Matilda hated it, she knew she hated it, and she knew she only endured it because she had no choice. Now, somehow she wanted to please her husband while she was being degraded.
After that night with all the girls, the routine had gone back to normal, except for one thing. Matilda would still show up with her brooms inserted and her boobs tied up, she would still spread for inspection, but Frederick would not have her used for rewards. He would have one of the other women servants, or even Lily do it, but not Matilda.
That had continued until a week ago. Matilda had gotten very puzzled. Certainly she was happy that she didn't have to suck dicks or have them shoved up her butt any more, but she was also afraid that she had somehow displeased her husband and for some reason that really troubled her.
Then, a week ago, the sessions had taken a very new turn. Matilda had show up for her inspection as normal. She had brooms up her pussy and ass, and spread herself open nicely so that everyone could see. Lily came over as usual, and extracted the poles from her. But then, Frederick had ordered her to lie down on her back on one of the tables.
Nervously, Matilda did so. She didn't know what her husband had in mind, but she was afraid it would hurt. New things she had found usually did. To add to her fear, Frederick had her lift her legs up and apart. Matilda was really terrified now. She knew that Frederick would have something horrible done to her vagina, and the baroness also knew that her poor pussy would hurt for the rest of the night.
Sure enough, Frederick sent one of the girls over to her. Matilda braced herself for the pain she knew was coming, as the girl moved her hand between the baroness' legs. But then, just as Matilda was sure the girl was ready to hurt her, all she did was gently rub her a little above her vaginal hole.
The girl continued to rub, and Matilda started to relax. It didn't feel bad. In fact it was beginning to feel quite good. The baroness wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but she wasn't going to complain. Usually new things being done to her hurt, having something feel pleasant was not something to regret.
And it did feel pleasant. In fact it was starting to feel better and better. The baroness started to feel her breath get short. She tried to breathe, but it was getting harder and harder to think. The feelings from between her legs were beginning to overwhelm her. Matilda couldn't focus, she couldn't move, her body was losing control.
Then, for the first time in her life, Matilda came. She had never had an orgasm. In fact she didn't even know what one was. Her mother and all her female relatives had always told her that sex was something only men enjoyed. Women simply did it as a duty. Now, all those lies came crashing down.
As the first throes hit her, Matilda screamed to the heavens. She had no idea what was happening but she didn't want it to ever stop. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever had. It seemed to go on and on. Her whole body was writhing and straining. The girl was still rubbing between her legs and Matilda reached down to grab her hand. She pulled the hand into her groin so that the rubbing wouldn't stop.
Finally, though, the orgasm ended. Matilda gradually came back to Earth. It took her a little while longer to catch her breath. Then she looked around and everyone else was laughing. The baroness thought she should be embarrassed, but she was still so overwhelmed by the experience that she couldn't be self-conscious at all. The only important things was to figure out what had happened.
After that, Frederick had just sent his wife back to her room. Matilda wasn't even told to stick her brooms back in. Confused, the baroness returned to her quarters. All sorts of weird thoughts were running through her head. What had happened that felt so good? Why hadn't her husband wanted to use her for something and why did that bother her?
Matilda lay down on her back in bed. She couldn't do anything about Frederick, but she could try to figure out what had happened to her body. Gently, she ran her fingers down over her vaginal area. She had never touched herself there before, her mother had made it very clear that touching that area was dirty. But now she was too curious not to.
As she explored herself, Matilda found the little bump just over her vagina. As she rubbed it, that pleasant feeling came again. Matilda rubbed a little more, and the intensity of the feeling increased. That must have been what that girl was doing. Matilda kept rubbing. Sure enough, her breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and the feelings were building. The baroness put both hands down there and began to rub even harder.
The more Matilda rubbed herself, the more she lost control. Gradually, she forgot everything but the feeling building up in her body. When the orgasm finally flooded over her, Matilda didn't even realize it as she jammed two fingers of one hand all the way up her vagina.
Matilda rubbed and thrust as she came. When it was over, the baroness caught her breath. It wasn't until that moment, that she realized that she actually had her own fingers inside herself. How could having anything inside her vagina be pleasant?
As the baroness went to sleep that night, all the things she had believed for her entire life became confused. She had always been taught that all sexual things were unpleasant and dirty. But this had felt good. What was really true?
The next 6 nights had been a repeat. Matilda would show up. Frederick would have her laid on a table. Then one of the girls would play with her vagina until she came. By the last time, Matilda had begun to actually look forward to the evenings. What the hell was happening to her?
