Author's preamble.
This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are similarly imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18.
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Sarah, Duchess of Penstable
"Oh, that feels so good, Peg. Yes, right there, ooooh yes." Sarah, Duchess of Penstable, was face down and naked on a padded couch similar to those that might be found in a doctor's surgery. Her maidservant, also naked, was deeply massaging her Lady's shoulders, easing all the kinks and twinges of the morning. Lady Sarah forever blessed the serendipity of the day she took on Peg as her maid. The girl, at 27 being five years younger than her mistress, had shown some talent at massage. Sarah was all for the sybaritic pleasures of a massage by a beautiful young woman so she sent Peg away for a month to train with the best masseuse she could discover. It was a wonderful investment; Peg returned full of new ideas on how she could pamper her Lady. Peg was always happy to serve her this way: she knew she was good and could turn her Lady's body to mushy pulp then put her back together so she felt so vibrant and full of life.
"Just a tweak here M'Lady. No, do not brace, relax again. That is better." Her thumb dug into the muscle and pushed down along a painful line. Sarah tried not to tense up but she flinched a little then again as Peg pushed down another line then massaged the flesh more gently. The pattern continued with soothing touches interspersed with short moments of healing pain. With a gentle slap on her Mistress's bum Peg told her to turn over and, when she had done so, Peg poured some more of the fragrant oil into her hands and started her work on Sarah's breasts. This was the part of the massage Sarah enjoyed the most as her maid manipulated her breasts then, moving down her body slowly, Peg's hands approached her groin.
Sarah opened her legs, giving her maid access down there, knowing she would take full advantage of the exposure. Peg's gentle hands smoothed over her labia, repeating this movement several times before a finger insinuated itself between the engorged lips that were already leaking her fluids, seeking those special places inside her Mistress's body. Peg, with seemingly infinite patience, brought her Mistress in a long, slow build up to an immensely satisfying climax. She then filled the bath and washed the massage oils from her Lady's body then dressed her, completing her tasks with a light touch of makeup until her Mistress was a picture of elegant loveliness.
Leaving her maid to clear up, Sarah moved to her sitting room and picked up the book she had recently started. About an hour later, Peg entered the room and presented her Lady with a calling card. "Miss Mary Swanton asks if she may call upon you My Lady. She awaits your answer."
"Of course Peg. You may bring her in here." A minute later, Peg ushered the guest into the sitting room; Sarah put down her book, stood and welcomed the young lady, inviting her to be seated. "Would you like some refreshments Mary?"
"Yes please Lady Sarah. May I have some tea please?"
Sarah looked up at Peg and nodded. Peg left the room to return a few minutes later with tea and light refreshments. Sarah noticed that Mary seemed to be in some distress so she asked her what was wrong.
"Lady Sarah, I have returned Mr Peter Transgrove's engagement ring. In the past two weeks, I have learned that he gambled his inheritance completely away and now faces the debtors' prison. I have also learned that he has been conducting intimate affairs with two married woman. I cannot marry such a man."
"Of course you cannot my dear. Men can be such pigs."
"But I love him so," Mary wailed. She pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed away the tears that poured down her face. "Forgive me Lady Sarah."
"Hush, Mary. Come, sit here on the sofa by me."
Sarah moved to the sofa and watched Mary shuffle over to her, still sniffling back tears. As soon as Mary sat down, Sarah pulled her guest's head to her breast, stroking the long blonde hair gently, soothingly. Sarah's hand went to Mary's neck and felt the hard knots of tension all down her neck and shoulders.
"Do you have a headache Mary?"
"Yes, how did you know?"