Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... was even madder was Abigail did not stop her. In fact, she reciprocated! And it was glorious. As quickly as it had started it stopped, and Abigail was left panting and very confused. Mistress dropped her chin with a discomforting flick and stood tall.

"You are ready. Stand up." Unlike the seduction thus far the voice had zero comfort in it. Abigail, confused, nerves alight, heart racing, slowly rose. She was a bit dizzy. "Faster!" The command made her suddenly straight. Her posture perfect, her glorious buttocks clenched and her bust jutting forward. "First lesson in becoming a disciplined servant. Perform the command immediately. Am I clear?"

"Yes. Mistress." Abigail was losing her mind. Her breasts were heaving, and her nipples were actually hurting rubbing on her bra cup. Her legs were a bit shaky and her vulva - fuck that, her pussy was wet and heated. She tried to stay still, her hands behind her back looking forward and not directly at this amazing woman next to her. So close...

"Remove your jumper and blouse. Lay then in the chair."

Abigail hesitated,

"NOW!"

She needed no further instruction. As if being controlled remotely her hands worked with precision and speed. The jumper was up and off, and the buttons undone in succession. She lay the garments on the chair and stood still again, her firm, green-encased B cup breasts heaving.

"Better." Mistress was by her left side now. She ran her index finger across Abigail's shoulder and the young woman ...

... shivered. As Mistress traced the underside of each breast slowly Abigail felt the flat of the forgotten paddle push against her bum and she flinched.

Still, my pet. Stay still. Do you like how Mistress plays with your lovely bosom? You do have a lovely bosom. And you are wearing the school colors! How devoted." Mistress cupped Abigail's left breast and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

Abigail sighed then moaned, her posture sagging in the pleasure of the moment. Then THWACK! the paddle hit her thankfully fully clad left cheek. The blow made her falter for a moment, and she cried out.

The pain was instantaneous.Oh my! This is...she did not know what this was. But she knew she could not say "no" to it. She stood back up and looked forward. "Sorry, Mistress for not standing properly."

"And for not saying 'thank you,'" Mistress snapped and another blow hit the right cheek. Mistress Marta knew just the right amount to use on a new servant. Years of practice and dozens of young things she had trained had taught her a thing or two.

The pain was hot searing and exquisite."Mmmff, thank...pshhhh...thank you, Mistress."

Mistress was now in front of her new toy. She was inches away from her face and Abigail saw a fearsome fire in her brown eyes. It was intoxicating to look into. She wanted to kiss again. Kiss, a woman, her superior. And Mistress obliged. While their mouths were engaged, Mistress reached up and undid Abigail's hair. It fell in ginger curls about her now ...