** A continuation of Serving Girl. Susannah has been tricked to serve in the manor house of Lord Jeffry, where female servants are expected to obey; in a town religiously led by a cleric with rather unconventional ideas. Everyone in the story is over 18. You'll find reluctance, domination, submission, light bondage, anal, and double penetration.
***Any similarities to actual persons, either living or dead, are unintentional and purely coincidental.
"There, that should do it. How does that feel? Any pinching?" Nellie patted the straps over Susannah's shoulders. Then took a step back to take in the full effect of the harness in which she had just dressed the new serving girl. Susannah had begun to look upon Nellie as a bit of a mother hen. Always fussing and making sure Susannah was prepared to serve Lord Jeffry.
Susannah stood facing the full length mirror that hung in the narrow hallway in the servant's quarters. Her face was beet root red and she was unable to gaze at her own reflection. This was the first time Susannah had been shown her proscribed serving attire and it still needed alterations. This was also the first time Susannah had ever seen her unclothed body. The site of her naked chest scandalized her.
"Nn... no ma'am." She desperately wanted to cover her breasts and made fists the stop herself from wrapping her arms around her chest. A part of her wanted to study the body in the mirror, the body she knew so well but never gave a thought to how it appeared to those facing it directly; how it would look to someone else. She couldn't look in the mirror, she might give herself away.
Susannah stole a quick glance at the reflection of Mr. Jamison who was standing behind her with his customary combination of a scowl and a lewd grin. As the right hand man of Lord Jeffry Stahlings, her employer, Mr. Jamison was stern and watchful; the only person he answered to was Lord Jeffry himself. In the seven days she had been the serving girl, she learned that Mr. Jamison set the example for all the staff repeating endlessly "for his lordship's pleasure and comfort..."
Then she looked into the eyes of the saddle maker who was standing in front of her, but off the side; who also wore the lewd grin but without the scowl. The saddle maker and Mr. Jamison were staring at her breasts. But Nellie was studying the harness, it seemed.
The harness had stiff leather strapping under her breasts and around her back where it buckled in place. A second piece of leather was attached the first, that ran underneath both breasts the up around the outside and was attached to a collar that encircled her neck. Two more strips of leather ran from the collar, in back of her neck, down her back and attached to the strap that encircled her chest. When Nellie had tightened the last two straps, the harness forced her head and chest up.
To Susannah, the effect was shocking; her full breasts were pushed up and out. It looked like her breasts, fair skin with the exception of her aureoles and nipples-that always seemed to be bright red from being manhandled so frequently- had been placed in a frame designed to draw the eye to the breast. She could feel the heat in her face and wished she could disappear. She felt as if she was nothing more than a barnyard animal on display. Standing here in this hallway, with her breasts pushed out thus, these men openly and with impunity staring at her breasts as if they were sizing up cuts of meat on a platter, made her feel inadequate, less than human, and also very queer between her legs.
Susannah kept her gaze demurely lowered. She didn't want to see these men looking at her; she didn't know how she was supposed to behave when this happened. She was very young, just 18. She had no family to protect her, since her brother could not be located. She was a mere serving girl. And as if that wasn't enough, she was a female; the first and last factor dictating the highly limited control she had over her life.
Her mother, God rest her soul, had taught her to honor, obey and love God; the most important lessons a good woman could teach her daughter. Honor, obey and love God were the lessons women were taught in church too. To love God, a woman must submit herself to God, and by extension to man; for God made Adam in his image. She was to honor men, obey men, and, as she had learned earlier today, if they wished to take their pleasure from using her body, she was to submit and obey.
Mr. Jamison stepped forward and ran his hands up her back, around her shoulders, and ended his exploration by filling his hands with her breasts. After several minutes of mauling her breasts he pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear; "This harness will make your tits stick out nicely, as they should. It is to be worn each and every day. Your master had this especially made for you because you have been unable to keep the posture required of a serving girl."
Susannah lowered her eyes in shame. "I'm sorry Mr. Jamison."
"Good coin the master has spent on this harness because you fail to recognize your place among men, because you lack humility. You need to show your gratitude not just for being in the master's employ, but for his willingness to take a shameless woman who is unwilling to be subservient to men, and teach her her place."
"I will Mr. Jamison. I am grateful to be taught my place." Susannah implored. "I'm grateful when I am filled with Christ's redemption, when you and the master offer it to me. I'll try to be more humble, really I will." Susannah was now ringing her hands in fear for her mortal soul.
"We shall see your level of obedience tonight when Reverend Fall well dines." He slapped each nipple lightly and turned to Nellie. "Bring the trays Nellie, we shall see that Susannah can remember her place."
"Now then, girl, I want you to hold this tray in one hand, the other tray in the other hand. Hold the trays out to the side; do not attempt to block access to your tits by keeping the trays in front of you." Mr. Jamison mumbled as he and Nellie began to place stemmed wine goblets filled with water and small bowls of fruit on each tray.
"Now, pay attention Susannah. You will be serving hors d'oeuvres during the first part of this evening wearing this harness. You are to keep the trays steady and out to the sides. Do not make a fool of the master by upsetting your tray, keep your hold steady no matter what."
Mr. Jamison then popped a slice of apple in his mouth and grabbed a glass from the tray in her right hand. Susannah had been paying attention was able to adjust her fingers so the tray remained balanced.
"Excellent, my dear. I'm very impressed." Mr. Jamison said into Susannah's beaming face. Then he began to feel her breasts in a most gentle way. The saddle maker joined this activity and Susannah was becoming flushed with the delightful feeling that traveled from her breasts down to her lady part. The men stood chatting to each other and munching on the apple slices whilst Susannah was becoming over run with delicious sensations between her legs.
"I sees this'un's lathering up. She's an easy train, eh?" The saddle maker spoke to Jamison while tweaking her nipple. Susannah had to concentrate very hard to remain silent and not move, lest the tray spill.
"In some aspects, yes, easily trained. Mouth skills still need work. But all in all the tits are really just perfect wouldn't you say?"
"They's alright. But where them legs meet a'hind, that's the tickle spot fer me." Having said that, the saddle make ran his other hand down Susannah's back and began to fondle her bottom over her skirts. "We gone ta do any belt work on this 'un?"
"Not likely any time soon. She's still being broken in." Mr. Jamison switched hands; his left tweaking her nipple while his right began to pat and rub her lady part on top of her skirt.
Susannah was in a fog where nothing existed but the sensations her body was being forced to absorb. Her nipples puckered and swelled, her lady part tingled and pulsed. She closed her eyes and as her head slowly dipped back, she became aware of that tension building between her legs. It kept getting stronger and stronger. She began to need deep breaths and she couldn't help the low moan that escaped.
Remotely, she felt the ties at her waist band loosen but she didn't react. The sensations and tension that were building inside her, making her feel like spreading her legs and moving her hips, those feeling were overriding anything else. She wasn't fully aware when the cold air hit her skin which meant her skirts had been removed. She stood in front of the mirror; Mr. Jamison tweaking her right nipple, the saddle maker tweaking her left. Their hands were all over her body, kneading her bum and rubbing her lady parts. She spread her legs and pushed out her hips, her lady part wanted more.
