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I Want To Be Your Slave

... very deliberately reached for the robe and covered up. I must have looked mightily disappointed. "You promised me tea, and treats, and vanilla sex. But if you say I shall disrobe, hand you the switch and gladly submit to your worst desires." She was not going to make this easy on me. "Uhm, uhm, uhm." I struggled. "Will is doing his best to overrule me, but I think we should keep to the original plan. You'd best hurry before I am overruled." I looked around, we'd best put away these things." motioning to the scarves and crop. "Lest James appreciates our activities. You'd best not blab too much to Hanna and Maria, they might not understand." "I'm sure they know everything already. The servants always know what's going on. They wouldn't be worth much if they did not." I blushed at the prospect. "I'd prefer you did not go into details, leave them guessing." "If that's what you want, I want to shout from the rooftops, tell everyone of my good fortune." "And you think there is no shame where I come from." I countered. We tidied up and the maids were summoned. "Shall we say tea at three this afternoon?" "I shall suffer every moment until then." "You have the library to amuse you and every other facility at your disposal. You'll survive." She perked up at the mention of the library. ** Chapter 9, teatime discussion. ** The clock had not yet struck three when James interrupted me in my study. "Pardon me sir, Miss Maria says she awaits your pleasure in the drawing room. Shall I ...

... bring the tea?" "Yes, please do James." I said rising, and made my way to the drawing room. As I entered Maria jumped up and ran to me. She was wearing another diaphanous empire style number, with no obvious petticoats this time. She hugged me. "I missed you, I suffered greatly." "You're a masochist, you enjoy suffering." I countered. "I, I, I." She struggled for a response to that. "I mentally tortured myself, I did not have the solace of suffering at your hand. Parting was such sorrow, not sweet at all." "I'm sorry, I'm here now." Then what she said sunk in. "Shakespeare now?" "Yes, he's good isn't he." "He's generally reckoned to be. I'm not very familiar with his works. Though having said that, I've probably seen a dozen of his plays, I've even acted in one, and crewed backstage for another. I do find him a little difficult to understand." "The language is quite old, not like that which is spoken now." Considered Maria, then she showed off her dress, and asked "Do you like this one? Louisa and Hanna did me like you like me." "Both of us like it." I said indicating Will. She smiled and looked away demurely. "I'll enjoy taking it off later." "You should be able to manage that with no petticoats." She chided. I glared. "Talking of Louisa and Hanna, they like the idea of the four of us." "You discussed that with them?" I was somewhat horrified. "Sorry." She said and examined the floor. "It just sort of slipped out." I was trying to find something to say, when she added "I think ...