In fact, it may well have been her very best, for she was surprisingly rewarded with a return of affec tions from Mistress. A maid must be very special to receive from a mistress. After all, domestics usually are only expected to give to the lady of the house, not receive. Thus the unexpected tongue of
Mistress was quite a compliment indeed to Stacy abilities. Trish and Dania had only received one each from Mistress in their service of several months, so Stacy felt extremely proud that she had received her very first time.
"You're very, very good with women, Stacy
Mistress had said. Stacy's flush was not manufa tured this time. Such a compliment was fairly rare in domestic service and earned Mistress yet a other lovely attack from Stacy.
Stacy slept happily, snuggled between Master and Mistress for the night. How wonderful it was to be shared so lovingly between husband and wife
Domestics were so lucky. If only all employers were so attractive as these! Master went to sleep quickly, as men usually do, but Mistress and Stacy lay awake for a while enjoying their closeness an warmth. Men just didn't enjoy the subtleties of cuddling and stroking like females did. Each had a hand between each other's legs, not probing or rub- bing or initiating arousement. Just stroking the silky hair like petting a kitten. It was not sex, it was more a fondness. At such times, women of even mid-thirties like Mistress became girls once again. Girls had such playful little games with one another that often are unfortunately lost when maturity is reached.
For a woman like Mistress, it often took a young girl to revive such delightful activities. Thus when
Stacy felt Mistress' fingers suddenly pluck a strand of pubic hair from her skin she knew that a game was on. She returned the favor, and held a long black strand up to Mistress' eyes to show her what had just been plucked from her. It was give- and-take fun, it appeared. Mistress pulled another from Stacy's sex, this time producing a little gasp of hurt. Stacy retaliated and happily succeeded in wringing a sincere moan from Mistress.
The game was played calmly and rationally, as it should be. Give a tuft, take a tuft. There was no particular time limit to the game. Females plucked until they tired of' the fun. The object, naturally, was to bring a good, honest squeal of hurt from your opponent. There was no particular concern about losing all of one's fun. There was certainly enough there for a very long game of it. But both
Mistress and Stacy knew that they'd play until they tired of it, even if they lost all of it. But of course they didn't lose all of it. A good deal of it, but not all of it. Master 'mumbled in irritation at the squeals and squeaks and yowls beside him. It definitely was disturbing his sleep, so in good taste, Stacy and Mistress finally went off to sleep themselves. It had been really a fun night. Stacy was pleased.
Thursdays were the housekeeper's days off, and
Master's golf day at the club. It was therefore an excellent day for Mistress to play with the domes- tics in the basement room. It had been tried on other days of the week, but had incurred the wrath of Norena who was most jealous of her maids' time. She just saw no sense at all in Mistress tor- turing the girls when there was a tight housekeep- ing schedule to follow. It wasn't just the couple of hours away from their work, but they simply didn't function at full capacity after a session from
Mistress. Norena let it be known, in less than cour- teous tones, that she wished Mistress would have her fun on Thursdays. In deference to Norena's long service and excellent ability, Mistress usually bowed to her requests., Domestics, were plentiful, but housekeepers of Norena's worth were hard to come by. There was no. use irritating her. Thus,
Thursdays seemed to w,ork out, quite well for all concerned.., '.
"C'mon, Stacy, said Trish in the parlor. "Miss- tress wants us in the basement in five minutes.
First time for you. It isn't too bad. Anyway, we're all there together, so it's kinda nice."
"Where's Dania, hon?"
"Oh, she went down an hour ago. The breast weights again. I swear, Stacy, Mistress is going to have that girl tripping over her tits before long."
"No, she won't," Stacey laughed. "Only another inch to go, Dania said. Well, let's go. What's the mode of dress for the Hurting Hour?"
"Nothing but lipstick and pussy fur, naturally," laughed Trish.
The room was comfortable. It was warm, and carpeted, and had a stereo outlet which played soft music. Mistress sat comfortably on a couch, smok- ing and enjoying the pleasant sight of Dania, who seemingly slept in her bondage. At least her eyes were gently closed in repose. It was obvious to
Stacy that Dania had developed the necessary patience for such discomforts.
Dania's wrists were chained behind her. Another chain was attached to the wrist links and ran tautly to the ceiling where it circled a heavy pulley.
It had been pulled to the limits of Dania's slender arms, forcing her to bend forward until her upper body was parallel to the floor, and putting her young breasts in perfect position for the weights.
The weights, tied to her breasts by slim cords, were round and apparently quite heavy by the appear- ance of Dania's elongated flesh. Obviously lead weights, thought Stacy. They most certainly did a job on Dania!
"Hi," said Dania. "Don't look so surprised,
Stacy. After all, at least they're not bowling balls
… even though they feel like it. Make a good model for bra ads, wouldn.'t I?"
"You look like Lanya of the Jungle in another predicament!" laughed Stacy.
"Well, Trish," said Mistress, "why not get start ed on your nipple exercises. Meant to start you last week."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you," replied Trish cor- rectly.
Mistress bound Trish's arms behind her, then used a flicking tongue to elongate the girl's nipples to maximum length. Trish gasped nicely at the touch of the warm tongue. Long enough now to tie,
Mistress used thin but strong cord, then looped the long remainders over a ceiling pulley and pulled
Trish up to her tiptoes. Trish bent backwards as she was pulled taut, her chin straight up into the air. Her pinkish-brown nipples had become long fingers of protesting flesh.
"Hurt, Trish? asked Mistress.
"I'm afraid so, Mistress. Nips feel like they're gonna come off. Get used to it in a while, I think, but I'm sure I'll do a little yowling in the mean- time."
"Good," said Mistress, quite pleased. "Now,
Stacy, what do I have in mind for you? Certainly we should improve on something, like Trish and
Dania. Let's start with the X-frame. Right up against it, arms and legs spread wide… that's it.
You do observe, don't you, Stacy? Now, let's tie those pretty ankles and wrists to the wood… like so. There! Lovely, Stacy, just lovely. Appears like you are missing some pussy hair in places… like me. Wonder how we lost it?"
Trish and Dania could only mender what Mis- tress was talking about. They would ask Stacy later.
The clothespins bit deeply into:Stacy's sex lips and caused the girl to draw in her breath. The weights which were then attached to the clothes- pins by cord were obviously not as large as Dania's breast weights, but quite heavy enough to make
Stacy hiss.
"I figured it would be that," smiled Dania. "My tits, Trish's nipples, what else is there left? Wel- come to Woodriding's body-shaping school!"
Despite her burning hurt, Stacy could not help but laugh at Dania's good humor. Acceptance of discomforting situations was what made girls so . terribly wonderful. The three of them were hurting.