Nap Time

By the time Pierre had finished using Emilia, she was barely able to walk. The Valet had to assist the staggering Chattel up the stairs. At times, from the way she tottered on her high heels, the man thought he might have to carry her. But Emilia was determined to make upstairs on her own two feet. To prove that she had endured everything the two Valets had thrown at her. She felt she owed her lover and owner that much.

Upon reaching the third-floor hallway, they saw Marcel escorting a blonde submissive from her room and heading for the stairs. The low-cut neckline of her long dress totally exposed the blonde’s full, shapely bare breasts. Her straight golden hair flowed down past her shoulder blades and her eyes were down-turned, as was proper for the women serving at the Chateau. As the two couples passed each other, the females exchanged brief sidelong glances.

When Pierre opened the door to what was to be Emilia’s room, another girl with long black hair was sitting on the edge of the narrow bed. She quickly stood up, her gaze focused downward as well. Like the blonde in the hallway, the dark-haired woman wore the attire of the Chateau. Her breasts were smaller than those of the blonde. Smaller than Emilia’s full rack. But they were firm and perky.

“Alison,” Pierre said simply. This prompted the woman to scurry towards Emilia. Wrapping her arm around her back and slipping her hand beneath her armpit, she relieved Pierre of the burden of supporting her.

“I will bring up your luggage,” the Valet said, “While Alison assists you with a bath. Afterwards you may take a nap, or stroll in the garden.”

Although the Chateau had strict rules forbidding the Chattels from talking to each other, or anyone else for that matter, unless addressed by a Master, after a “session” that rule was relaxed. Whenever a woman assisted another female to recover after being used, the two were allowed to carry on a conversation.

Sounds of running water from the bathroom greeted Pierre’s ears when he returned with the suitcases. He set them down by the door and left without saying anything to the two girls.

What had started off as a normal bubble-bath soon evolved into Alison paying particular attention to Emilia’s heavy breasts. In order to avoid splashing water on her dress, she had removed it and hung it on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Emilia moaned and closed her eyes when the luffa sponge slid between her legs. As Alison rubbed the sponge over Emilia’s pussy, she whispered into her ear, “What say we dry you and I’ll finish you off on the bed?”

Emilia smiled shyly at that and nodded her head.

*****

Although all male members of The Society were strictly heterosexual, the females were not merely encouraged, but were required to be bisexual. They had to be willing to engage in muff-diving or fingering when so ordered.

Right now, Alison was kneeling between Emilia’s legs, two fingers deep inside her vagina, rubbing against its upper wall. From the way Emilia was thrashing around on her back, her knees drawn up to spread herself wider, one leg hooked over Alison’s shoulder, the two had found her Grafenberg spot.

The short brunette also had her open mouth pressed securely over Emilia’s mons veneris and was sucking and licking her clitoris.

Emilia did not hesitate to scream out loudly each time Alison brought her to an orgasm.

Noone ever paid the least attention to the sounds of screams at the Chateau.
Other than an occasional smile.