Your Servant, Abigail - Sex Stories

Your Servant, Abigail

... filled by the large form of Mistress. Excepting now she was magically dressed differently, or rather had removed her suit. Before Abigail was a black clad goddess. The corset she had spied earlier was her only piece of clothing left besides her black heels. Her amazing breasts spilled over its top, her brown nipples delectably exposed. She had on long black gloves and a green collar. Abigail wanted to stare at her forever.

"What are your impressions, Toy? You may answer."

Abigail was silently transfixed now by Miss Tomlin, the nighttime chambermaid. Wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to hooks in the floor that spread her arms and legs but allowed her to be on all fours. The twenty-year old Caribbean woman's dark cone like nipples pointed straight down and were purple and puffing from her chain and badge. In front of her on a green chair was the Vicar who led Sunday services. He was naked but for his collar and was receiving what appeared to be the best oral sex of his life. She was bobbing quickly on an impressive erection as saliva poured from her mouth. Every third or fourth downstroke the Vicar would push her ebony head down and hold her while she gagged. "Heavenly my child. "he grunted.

A hard paddle on Abigail's left cheek brought her back to Mistress Marta. "Answer me!"

Abigail's eyes were half closed; the wonderful, sweet pain was rushing through her whole body. She had nearly forgotten the question and was on the verge of orgasm, a hard body filling ...

... orgasm! This day, this room, this woman all made her swoon. "I think it is bloody marvelous, Mistress. It feels like...home!"

Marta Swan was loving how quickly this one had fallen. The new recruits often took three sessions to succumb. Miss Ferguson had scored higher in service on the assessment than any recruit thus far. And the reasons were manifesting before her. The woman's clamped nipples were hard and swollen, her skin was flushed and shone with a soft sweat. As Mistress stroked her pussy, she felt Abigail's arousal was about to conflagrate. In fact, it had the feel of a recently orgasmed orifice.

"Come with me." Mistress grabbed Abigail's chain badge and yanked her to the left. A few feet in front of them Mrs. Barker the older cook was being spit roasted by the Phys Ed and Chemistry instructors. She was apparently loving the fact that there was a large brown dildo up her bum as well. Mistress stopped at a padded raised bench and pushed Abigail back. She laid herself down on her back, her legs dangling off the edge were soon in the grip of mistress.

'"Lift your feet" Abigail obliged and Mistress wrapped a rope around her legs essentially locking her legs open and immobile. A second set of hands was taking her arms and securing them to the other end. Abigail looked up and saw it was Briana, the other Lit teacher who liked to bully Abigail in the most childish of ways. She had a look of cruel triumph on her face.

"Hello Little Fergie!"

"Behave!" barked Mistress. ...