The Elevation of Sarah Stevens

After Joseph left, I was at a loose end for a few days. Daddy was still away on business and the house was quiet. I spent the days reading and going for walks. There were a couple of lovely sunny days which I spent by the pool. While I felt I had to wear a bikini while I was lying out, once in the pool and I was sure no one was looking, I took it off. Oh, how I loved to swim naked in the water! The second day I undid the ties of my bikini to avoid tan lines, but I really wanted to be naked in the sun! Daddy came back and I saw him briefly, he was still very busy catching up with his local affairs, though I knew my fertile time was coming up and he'd want to see me soon.

It was after dinner that I returned to my room to see Mary laying some clothes out on my bed.

"Corine says that you're expected in the Master's rooms at 9:00, Miss and she passed these clothes on to me for you to wear for the Master, tonight, Miss."

I looked through the clothes on the bed. There was a tiny little skirt and white translucent blouse with a school tie, a school blazer, knee socks and white cotton panties, but no bra. I could see some plain black flat shoes on the floor.

"Oh, my goodness! Daddy wants me to dress up like a schoolgirl," I thought.

Mary ran me a bath and I luxuriated in the hot sudsy water and relaxed into Mary's hands as she washed me, and I thought about what this all meant. I remembered when Amy joked that Simon might want me to dress up as a sexy nurse. I talked to her afterwards about what it meant, and she explained that many married couples liked to spice up their sex lives by role playing. She again mentioned the sexy nurse, but also the catholic schoolgirl fantasy, the sexy maid, the prostitute fantasy. I had had no idea! It sounded outrageous at the time, but she explained there was no harm in it and I thought at the time that if my husband required it of me then I would do my best to please him. Daddy wasn't my husband. But I was living in his house and he was the head of the household. He'd claimed me for his own when his son, my husband, didn't want me. He would be the father of my children. I was duty bound to try and please him.

Once out and dried off I followed Mary into the bedroom, and she helped me get dressed; I'd never tied a tie before. The blouse was tight, and my nipples were hard against the material and not only their shape, but their pink colour was very obvious. The skirt was really very short and if it wasn't for the white cotton panties, my bottom would be exposed.

"I need to do your hair, Miss," and Mary proceeded to plait my hair into two braids. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "I've taken the liberty of unpicking a little of the seams of those panties, Miss."

I blushed at her knowing look in the mirror.

As I stood in front of the door to Daddy's rooms. I knew I'd need to be like an actress in a play.

"Once more unto the breach! You must stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood!" I told myself

I took a deep breath, calmed myself and knocked.

"Come in."

"Hello, Daddy."

"Sarah, I hear you've been a naughty girl!"

"No, Daddy, I'm a good girl!"

"It has come to my attention that you've been seeing much of Joseph. That you have been sleeping with him!"

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry, Daddy, but I couldn't help it!"

"You couldn't help it! Are you some sort of little slut?"

"No, Daddy, I'm a good girl, but sometimes my little cunny gets so wet and then I need it, Daddy."

"You need to be punished, you know that, don't you, Sarah?"

With my hands clasped behind my back, I looked down and twisted my foot back and forth on the floor.

"Yes, Daddy, I know, and I'll try to be good," I said quietly

"Come here and lie over my lap, girl!"

I lay down over Daddy's lap and I could feel he was already hard underneath my tummy. He lifted my skirt and started to pull down my panties. I didn't help him by lifting my hips but reached back with one hand to hold the waist band to prevent him.

"No, please Daddy, not on my bare bottom! You'll be able to see my privates!"

"It's what naughty little girls deserve!" and he pulled hard, the seam giving way on one side. He grabbed the side and pulled again, and I relished bite of the cotton digging into my flesh. He took the other side and pulled down, the weakened seams giving way to leave them in shreds.

He paused to admire his handiwork, throwing the ruined panties aside and caressing my bottom. This pleasure was short lived, however, as he began to smack my bottom. He didn't hit me hard, but just how I liked it.

"You little slut, I can see you getting wet from here!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I can't help it!"

"Little girls with wet pussies need to be fucked, isn't that right, Sarah?"

"Yes, Daddy, but we shouldn't!"

He started to get up and I lifted myself off his lap. He took my hand and pulled me forcibly into his bedroom and led me to the bed, pushing my school blazer of my shoulders and undoing my school tie.

"Please Daddy, we shouldn't."

He just growled and pushed me down onto the bed, took both my wrists in one hand and wrapped my school tie around them before tying them to the headboard. He roughly kneaded my breasts before taking each side of my blouse in either hand, and ripping it apart, the buttons flying everywhere. I cried out in shock and in a heat of arousal, my nipples standing proud and hard. He pinched them roughly and sparks flew down to my cunny.

I was breathing hard as I watched him take out his hard cock and force my legs apart. Legs which had taken all my willpower not to open automatically to receive him. He sliced into my wet cunny in one thrust, and I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. He pounded into me hard, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. I came quickly and just as Daddy reached his climax, I experienced my second. We both lay back spent.

"Oh, Daddy, that was so good!"

Eventually he stirred and untied me and undressed me slowly, kissing my skin wherever he touched. I lifted my bottom for him to remove my skirt and he removed my shoes and knee socks. I returned the favour until we were both naked on the bed and he kissed and caressed me tenderly for the longest time. After a while I felt him harden against me and I reached down and held his penis gently.

"Does Daddy want to fuck his little girl again?" I whispered, my breath hot in his ear.

"You

are

a little slut! A horny little slut that just can't get enough! For long enough I've watched you and your little schoolgirl friend, Tina, wearing your uniform skirts with the waistband rolled up to make them shorter!"

I could tell that Daddy wanted to continue the role play with a fictitious girlfriend from school. While my own schooldays were spent cloistered in long cotton dresses, I knew enough from observing the boys and girls in my class to feed Daddy's imagination.

"Yes, Daddy, Tina said we should show off our legs to interest all the boys and men."

"And show them all your panties, is that it, girl?"

"I'm sorry. Daddy, but I like it when the boys look up my skirt; it sends tingles all the way down from my hard nipples to my wet little cunny, especially if I know they've seen my little panties."

"What else do you get up to with that little slut, Tina?"

It was at this time, I thought I could call on my experiences with Amy to embellish the tale.

"Well, Daddy, we've been practicing kissing together, even French kissing with our tongues in each other's mouth and on our last sleepover, we took our nighties off and kissed and cuddled naked together. I told her my cunny was getting wet and she asked to feel it. I said, 'yes' and she felt all around. It was very wet and slippery and when she rubbed my little button at the top, I felt the most amazing feeling that went through my body. Oh, it was so good, Daddy, I wanted it to happen again! Tina asked me I would do the same to her, so of course I did, but I also slipped my finger inside her cunny while I pressed her button with my thumb, and she also had that wonderful feeling."

"And what else have you and Tina been up to eh?"

"Well in the morning, Tina and I wanted to see each other's cunnies, but our hair down there was in the way, so we decided to shave each other. When we were all bare, we looked at each other's cunny and I could see Tina's was already shiny with her moisture. She said that our cunny lips weren't too different from our normal lips and maybe we could try kissing each other down there. We tried it and although it was strange to taste Tina's juices, I decided I quite liked it. I licked her all over her cunny, especially over her little button. We each gave each other that wonderful feeling again and again!"

"Well, I suppose it's normal for young girls to experiment together, but you are still too young to be messing about with boys, Sarah. I want you to promise me you'll keep your experiments between you and Tina. You can have sleepovers as often as you want."

"But Daddy, Tina said we should roll our skirts up for school and go without panties, so that the men and boys might catch a glimpse of our bare cunnies. I know it sounds very naughty, but I couldn't help but get wet when I thought about it."

"That would be very wrong, Sarah! What would your teachers say?"

"Well, Tina says we should sit at the front of the class, especially in geography, because we both have a crush on the teacher. She said we could open our legs and give him a good look and see if he got hard, you know, down there."

"Sarah! That would be very naughty to tease a grown man like that, he should call you to his office and give you a good spanking!"

"But Daddy, if he lifted my skirts to spank me and he was, you know, hard, he would probably want to fuck me, Daddy."

"It would be no more than you deserve, you little hussy!"

"I suppose so, Daddy. I wouldn't mind, really, Daddy, especially if he fucked me like you do, Daddy."

As I was feeding his fantasy, his cock had gone from stiff to a steel bar. As for myself, I was soaked. Daddy had never gone a second time before, but I could tell he was bursting.

"Oh Daddy, please fuck your little girl again!"

He rolled me onto my back and I opened my legs to receive him. He sliced into my wet cunny in a single thrust, right up to the hilt. We both groaned in satisfaction. He fucked me hard and as he was fucking me, I imagined myself back at school, but rather than being forced to wear one of my long cotton dresses, I was wearing a short uniform skirt and all the boys in my class were trying to look up my skirt. At the thought of not wearing panties, and the boys in class seeing my bare cunny, I had my orgasm. Daddy was lasting ages, because this was his second time and I allowed my mind to imagine both myself and Amy in short skirts and no panties, flashing Mr Mathis, the geography teacher, imagining him going red in the face and getting a noticeable bulge in his trousers and then calling us both to his office after class.

I imagined him bending both of us over his desk and lifting our skirts, saying, "you naughty girls need to be spanked!"

Another orgasm washed over me and then I imagined Mr. Mathis taking turns fucking Amy while spanking me and then turn and turn about while he had his way with me over his desk and spanking Amy at the same time. I was on the cusp of another orgasm when Daddy slammed into me hard and his sperm flooded my cunny. I erupted into yet another orgasm, this one even bigger than those preceding.

"Oh yes, Daddy! That's it! Make me yours! Put a baby in me!"

Marcus lay back fully satisfied but absolutely exhausted. However, he realised that he couldn't keep this up; it'd kill him. It seemed that Sarah was insatiable, and while she was still a young and innocent girl, as she gets older and more experienced and without a husband to constantly quench her fires, she'd end up straying. The first decent looking man or boy would have her falling on her back with her legs open on first contact, unless she got a regular fucking. He'd have another word with Joseph. Maybe he could give some jobs to Ralph and James to have them around; let propinquity take its natural course. At least keep it in the family.

When I left Daddy's room, I was naked but for the tiny skirt and as I nervously crept back to my room. I marvelled at my behaviour with Daddy. I'd gone in determined to play the little girl of his dreams, but as things progressed it seemed to be real, to take on a life of its own. What couldn't be denied was that we had both enjoyed the role play immensely and I mentally thanked Amy for clueing me in on this aspect of human sexual relations! I also realised that Daddy knew I'd been fucked by Joseph and was only play acting to be angry with me. I guessed that Daddy had given Joseph the green light to have me when I wasn't fertile. I was excited to think of Joseph pushing his big cock into my wet cunny whenever he wanted but at the same time, embarrassed to realise that Daddy knew I now needed to be fucked more often than just three times each month. But that was clearly God's will.

I woke up the following morning and stretched, feeling rested and well satisfied. I knew I'd have a rest day before I'd be going back to Daddy, and the feeling of relaxed lassitude that suffused me made me reluctant to get out of bed. Memories of last night warmed me and I thought it would just be wonderful if I could be made love to at this very moment, with the covers thrown back to reveal my wonton nakedness in the morning sunlight coming through the window. My goodness! How far I'd come in such a short time! My musings were interrupted by Mary bringing me in breakfast on a tray. I sat up, the sheet falling away, my naked breasts bathed in the morning light. I was unashamed - after all, this was the body God gave me, to fulfil His will.

After breakfast I bathed and dressed. I had a quiet day reading and relaxing and wondering what Daddy would have in store for me the following evening. The memory of our last session had me anticipating it eagerly. The next day, I'd just come back from a walk round the grounds and had worked up a good appetite for dinner when Mary informed me that I should have a light dinner as Mr Fitzpatrick wanted me to present myself earlier than usual, since he had to leave on business that same evening and that Mary would help me dress and prepare me after my light dinner. As it happened, I couldn't eat much, I was both nervous and aroused at the thought of how Daddy wanted to take me that night. Eventually the curiosity got the better of me and I dashed upstairs to see what was in store for me.

When I got to my room, Mary was laying out the clothes for my breeding on the bed. At first, I couldn't make head nor tail of what I was seeing; there seemed to nothing but a pile of beads.

I looked askance at Mary but she said, "All in good time, Miss. First let me undress you and I need to cover you from head to foot in this fragrant oil."

So saying, she quickly removed my clothes and started to rub in the oil. She lifted my hair and proceeded to massage the oil into my back, gradually moving down to my bottom. I sighed in pleasure as she stroked and massaged by bottom, slipping her hands between my cheeks, her fingertips grazing my pussy lips. I groaned in pleasure and tilted my hips back trying to get more contact, but Mary was wise to me and gently slapped my bottom, saying, "That's enough of that, young Miss; save yourself for Master Fitzpatrick."

She quickly ran her oily hands down the backs of my legs and then turned me round to face her. She started at my neck and swiftly over my collar bones and then to my breasts. Mary seemed to take ages making sure my breasts were fully oiled and by this time my nipples were both huge and hard as nails. She tweaked them playfully, to my surprised squeal and flush of arousal, before smoothing the oil over my tummy and towards my pudendum. At this point, Mary kneeled down in front of me and with her face just inches from my pussy, started to oil my cunny and inner thighs. I sighed in pleasure, though these feelings were tempered by the embarrassment of the knowledge that my increasingly wet and fragrant cunny was obvious to Mary; if I could smell my arousal, Mary must surely be able to.

As Mary looked at her charge's pussy, seeing the wet lips and smelling her fragrant juices, she couldn't help but want to take the young Miss's pussy into her mouth. She felt her own panties dampening with arousal.

"As soon as Miss goes off to see the Master, I'm going to give myself a right good seeing to!" Mary promised herself.

Once oiled, Mary had Sarah step into to very high heeled sandals, ones that had a chain strap that that sat above her ankle. As Mary looked her over, naked and shiny, with her legs seeming to go on for miles in the high heels, she looked so sexy.

"Oh miss, you look so wonderful! But there are other things that we need to put on you."

So saying, Mary turned to the bed and picked up the first of the two piles of beads. As she unhooked one side, it became apparent that the pile of beads was actually some sort of skirt, with lots of strings of beads suspended from a soft cord. Mary placed the bead 'skirt' low around her waist and fastened the hook. She then took the second pile of beads, which when held out, turned out to be a multi-strand necklace that covered her breasts, with the strands joined at the short cord around her neck.

"There, Miss, try walking around the room to get used to those heels"

As Sarah walked around the room and her unrestrained breasts jiggled enticingly, her nipples kept appearing and disappearing between the beads, the brushing of which on her nipples made them hard and erect which had the effect of them being caught between the beads, stimulating them further and sending tingles down to her cunny. As she walked the beads on the front of the 'skirt' separated and closed with each step, giving flashes of her shiny cunny. When she spun round to walk back the beads at the rear spun out and flipped up to reveal the smooth cheeks of her bare bottom. Sarah could feel the beads drifting across her labia, teasing her and adding to her arousal.

"My goodness, Mary! Am I to be a slave girl for the master tonight?"

"Yes, Miss and I have been given my own instructions in this regard. First, I have to tie your hands together with this long soft cord, so that I may lead you to the Master's room."

Mary wrapped the end of the cord loosely round Sarah's wrists.

"And, Miss, I have been instructed to be stern with you but I want you to know that I mean no disrespect to you miss, but it's the Masters will."

"Oh, Mary, I would never think that of you; you're so good to me, I don't know what I would do without you!"

Sarah lifted her tied hands around Mary's neck and gave her a tight hug and when she pulled away, the dragging of her turgid nipples across her maid's starched apron sent more tingles down to her already wet cunny.

"It's time, Miss." and so saying led her charge out of the room and towards Master Fitzpatrick's rooms.

Mary knocked on the door, and whispered to Sarah, "I will present you to the master and leave you to him - you just play along."

Mary knocked on the door and at Marcus's voice open it and led Sarah into the room on her leash. "Master, the new slave girl is here for your inspection. She's ripe and ready for breeding."

Sarah bowed her head in submission.

Marcus ordered Mary to bring her to him, saying, "Leave her with me, it's time to test her mettle."

Mary handed over the rope leash, curtsied and left the room. Marcus took hold of Sarah's chin and lifted her head to look into her eyes. "A fine-looking slave, aren't you?" He pushed his thumb into Sarah's mouth, and she suckled on it as she guessed he might wish. At the same time, he found a turgid nipple between the beads of her necklace and stroked and pinched it, sending shivers down to her already wet pussy. He pulled out his wet thumb and smeared the saliva over her lips. Her full, glistening lips were half open in arousal as her 'master' continued to roughly stimulate her rock-hard nipple.