The journey back to her Cotswolds Manor House had been quite insufferable for poor Lady Arabella Cornwell. The worn out suspension in the Daimler, plus the vibrations from the engine, shook against her lower regions, bringing her to the boil again.
She put her hand down her knickers and started to surreptitiously pleasure herself, hoping that the driver could not see her in his rear view mirror. She gave up after realising that the Natawe aphrodisiac that had been rubbed into her sex would certainly result in a very loud and graphic orgasm.
"James, pull up just here," said Arabella. "I'm going to go for a stroll."
The Daimler came to a stop. James walked round and opened the door for Lady Cornwell.
******
Arabella found a footpath and climbed over the stile. She walked along the route until she reached a river bank secluded by trees.
Safe from prying eyes, it seemed.
Arabella lifted her dress and touched herself. She began stroking it, which was pleasurable, but after the shenanigans in London, and the application of the balm, she needed to be free.
She started to unbutton her dress. In a few moments she stood there naked.
Arabella walked between the trees, fantasising about being naked and enslaved, just as Ursula had been. She stretched round to look behind at her delicate bottom and saw the red marks that her blonde friend had applied. Then she looked down at the smooth pussy that Ursula had neatly shaved while Arabella was recovering from one of the afternoon's seductions.
She imagined being collared, naked. Having to serve a Lord or a Lady - or both at the same time! Arabella leaned forward against a tree and closed her eyes. In her mind, strong hands gripped her waist tightly, and a cock was inside her. The imaginary man was ramming her hard, and she fantasised about his groin slamming against her bare buttocks as he plundered her cunny.
Lady Arabella moved her fingers down to her clitoris and began to fiddle. Would her make-believe lover come inside her, or would he withdraw and spray his seed over her naked bottom?
What was that noise she heard? It sounded like a clicking sound? Arabella listened again, and heard nothing. Probably just a fox or a bird.
She leant back against a tree, and began to pleasure herself. It was not long before she was quivering, shaking and screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
******
A week had passed since her return from London.
The summer continued to bake the grounds of the estate. The temperature soared again, so Arabella was able to explore her exhibitionist streak, sunbathing naked in the gardens of her mansion, near the lake, where she would swim au naturel.
Shirley had been instructed to bring refreshments to the lake that afternoon, and became used to seeing the lady of the house in the bare. Arabella enjoyed this game, teasing the shy girl with her nudity, the same as she did before she went to Natawe.
"Here is your drink, Ma'am," called Shirley, putting down the silver tray.
Arabella climbed out of the water, dripping wet, and stood in front of her servant. The Maid could see her employer's sun tan, and noticed that there were no white marks. Lady Cornwell had clearly spent the last couple of days sunbathing au naturel!
"Thank you kindly, Shirley," said Arabella, with her hands at her sides, exposing herself and rubbing her thighs together. "A glass of lemonade is exactly what one needs to cool down."
The lady of the house could see Shirley staring at her, and knew she was being admired. She looked magnificent and keen to rut, which was the alluring effect that the aphrodisiac had on any girl that had been basted with it.
Arabella looked Shirley in the eye, and put her hand to the maid's cheek. Shirley continued returning her stare, and the nude girl knew she could go further.
She kissed the maid full on the lips, and Shirley responded eagerly with her tongue.
Shirley suddenly grabbed Arabella's hips and held her tight, not at all bothered about getting her uniform wet. She put her fingers to Lady Cornwell's crotch and started to tease her clitoris. Arabella could feel the fires starting down below. Shirley fiddled for what seemed like an age.
The maid pulled her fingers away. Arabella was left hanging and desperate.
"If you want to receive, Ma'am, then you'll have to do some giving first," said Shirley, pushing down firmly on Arabella's shoulders until the nude heiress was kneeling. Shirley lifted her skirt.
Arabella looked up and saw the Maid's naked, shaven sex.
"Shirley," said Arabella, giggling. "Where are your knickers?"
The Maid didn't answer, she grabbed Arabella's wet hair and pushed the heiress' face forcefully between her legs.
"That's the way to do it, Ma'am," said Shirley, as Arabella's next words were muffled. She could feel Arabella's tongue start to explore her pussy.
In just a few minutes, Shirley came softly. She abruptly pulled Arabella by her hair onto all fours, then bent her forward and forcefully slapped her backside.
"When I was younger I had to look after my little sisters, and the neighbours children, while our parents went to work," said the maid, calmly. "I can certainly make one dirty girl behave."
Her fingers went to Arabella's sex and slipped inside. The nude Lady Cornwell gasped.
"I knew you'd been sunbathing with nothing on, Ma'am," said Shirley. "So it was pretty clear you'd be eager to play!"
It had all been turned upside down. Arabella thought she was the seducer, but she was now firmly being dominated. She felt Shirley's hand slap her backside again, and then the fingers returned to fiddle with her pussy.
The idea of being spanked and played in the open air by her servant brought her to climax. Her whole body shook and she moaned loudly with delight for nearly a minute, bucking her hips.
"My goodness, Ma'am," said Shirley, sitting down next to the naked girl, who was still on all fours. "I'm sure everybody heard that from the other side of the county."
Arabella blushed. The Natawe aphrodisiac was clearly still intensifying her pleasure. N'Dula told her that after being applied, it may be quite some time before she gets back to normal.
The heiress understood clearly that their roles had swapped. Lady Cornwell lay down on her stomach, completely spent.
She felt a hand slap her bottom loudly and with some force.
"I'm taking these back to the house," said Shirley, brushing the front of her uniform and picking up Arabella's clothes. "I'll bring them back for you when I think you know your place."
The nude girl smiled.
"What do I have to do to get my clothes back?" asked Arabella.
Shirley thought for a second, a stern look appearing on her face.
"For starters, let's see you wank yourself off!"
Arabella lay back on the grass and opened her legs, giving Shirley a clear view of her person. She put her fingers to her sex and began to rub her cunny. Her hips wriggled.
"You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Ma'am?" said Shirley sternly.
"I'm definitely filthy," replied Arabella, smiling as she pleasured herself, staring Shirley in the eye.
******
Arabella walked around the grounds naked. She enjoyed the game of exposing herself to Shirley, but letting other staff see her naked was another matter. She kept to the more secluded parts of the estate while she was bereft of clothing.
This was a most pleasing turn of events, thought Arabella.
She had no idea when Shirley would return her clothes. It was as though she was enslaved, just like Ursula.
******
Shirley suggested a trip to the city might provide more entertainment than the Gloucestershire countryside.
"If you're bored, then there's no city more exciting than London," she advised.
Arabella agreed, and decided that they would stay in the swanky Royal Hotel in Mayfair. She felt that a little luxury would be appropriate.
******
They arrived at the hotel, and were escorted up to their room by the porter. They stood in the lift, and he listened to their conversation.
"Have you booked the table for luncheon?" Arabella asked the maid.
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Shirley. "As you requested, it's all in order."
As far as the porter was aware, this was a pompous well to do woman, ordering her maid about. The wealthy were tiresome, but we all knew our place.
The porter carried the bags into the room, and Arabella tipped him. He thanked her and closed the door.
"Now, Shirley, what time are we booked for the restaur......"
The maid firmly slapped Arabella's cheek, cutting short her sentence.
"Dirty girls should be seen and not heard," Shirley decreed.
Arabella was shocked, but her pussy was ruling her head again. This was quite delightful.
"I'm not at all bothered with lunch," said Shirley. "Get your clothes off this instant or I'll give you a hiding you'll not soon forget!"
Arabella immediately understood her place in the new hierarchy. She could feel the heat rising in her sex. She quickly pulled at her buttons and was naked in less than a minute, with her hands at her sides, smiling.
Shirley pushed her back on the bed and put her legs astride Arabella's mouth.
"Off you go, dirty girl," commanded the maid. "No slacking or you'll feel the back of my hand."
Arabella could feel Shirley's fingers between her thighs. She started to lick the pussy that was pushed against her mouth.
******
Shirley lay next to the nude Arabella, wearing her underslip. Her dominance was reinforced by her keeping her modesty while Arabella was bare. They had rutted for most of the afternoon. Arabella's bum was bright red, and had some clearly visible handprints from where Shirley had forcefully applied discipline.
The maid picked up a copy of Tatler and started looking through the pages.
They would be going for dinner soon, so it was time to bathe.
Arabella abruptly looked up as she felt her backside being slapped again.
"Get up, dirty girl," said Shirley. "Go and run us both a bath."
