Claire gave a low groan of deep excitement in response.
"You may also lick my pussy whilst you enjoy your rewards."
Claire's whole shook as the servant's big hand slapped hard on her buttocks; a numbing and thumping slap of such power that the breath was knocked from her. Two more heavy slaps of his hand stung her pale flesh before he positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock in.
It felt wonderful, to again have a lovely thick cock up inside her. All the waiting and her self-induced orgasm had been good and now proved to be worth the wait.
He gripped her hips and lunged hard into her, brutal and uncaring in his quest for satisfaction. The big black boy, Claude was a veritable stallion, he rutted with a frantic energy of wild desire and battered into her slight body.
Claire found difficulty in holding her head still as she worked her tongue, the ramming of the man against her buttocks was so violent. The thick musky juices of Arabella's pussy was delightful, teasing even as Claire tried desperately to work her tongue inside.
Claude came, his thick seed squirting deep up inside her soft interior.
Once again, three thumping slaps of the next servant's hand on her buttocks preceded his forcing up into her. Again a frantic rutting began and Claire mewed softly as her tongue lapped at Arabella's wet labia.
Claire came at the same time as he shot his seed, thrilling at the feel of the second wash of sperm inside her. The slaps from the next servant were spiteful and agonising, the metal rings on his fingers unforgiving on her flesh.
The thrill, the sex and the quantity; eleven men, eleven different cocks and all for her. Claire grunted her acceptance of his hard lunges into her and tongued Madam excitedly as the sensations pulsed through her. She felt a deep and loving devotion toward her mistress and licked to please, to repay a little of the pleasure she herself was receiving.
Four times Claire had come during the session; four intense and wonderful orgasms that had further confirmed what would now be her way in life. No more the infrequent missionary style sex that Robert offered, she needed far more, was getting far more and intended to increase that yet again. Claire felt proud too that she had made Madam come. Clumsy and inexperienced though it may have been and Madam had said this was the case, but she was learning. Claire had been prepared to learn, wanted to learn but now with a greater and more fervent hunger to acquire the knowledge.
She sat now in the tepid water of the bath soothing her sore pussy lips. Uncomfortable but so satisfying, it felt good to have conquered them all. Each and every servant had had her but the better part really came afterwards when Madam had promised that Claire would soon herself control them all herself. That thought thrilled her immensely.
The parcel that had been left in her room intrigued her; large and bulky it had written instructions to open at her own home and not before. Impatient and excited she had thought of peeking but thought better of it for every instruction Madam gave was a for a good reason. The parcel could wait and so would she, the training depended on it.
It was the blue-eyed chauffeur that drove Claire home. She couldn't remember his name or when he had taken his turn in fucking her but she liked him. So smart in his uniform and the thick blonde hair that made his tanned skin seem even darker and more attractive. Her pussy ached both from want and from the many cocks she had had but the nagging ache simply wouldn't leave her.
As they moved speedily along the lanes Claire could contain herself no longer. That burning ache and the need to exercise her new-found authority came to the fore.
"Stop the car," she ordered.
Instantly the car slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The chauffeur applied the handbrake and turned around in question.
"Find a quite spot," Claire said firmly, her heart pounding fast in excitement.
"Yes, Madam," he said simply and moved the car off again.
Within minutes the car turned into a gateway of a field, stopped and the chauffeur switched off the engine.
"Get out and drop your trousers," Claire ordered in a thick husky voice. Her mouth was dry and her nipples erect, the power she felt simply pulsed within her.
She watched as he complied, in smooth confident movements he stood next to the car window and dropped his trousers. Both his hands held his shirt and jacket up around his waist to expose his erect cock.
A casual wave of Claire's hand brought him shuffling closer, she wound down the window, reached out and gripped his throbbing member. So warm and firm, it pulsed its excitement in her hand, the huge head purple in colour and the shaft dark with pumping blood.
Claire brought her glossy painted lips close to the tip, delighting in his groan of anticipation. Her tongue flicked across the tip to send little involuntary jerks of pleasure tugging at his bloated cock. She covered the head with her mouth, holding her lips loosely and circling her tongue around the big bulbous head. Her hand squeezed his thick shaft, her fingertips caressing and kneading.
To her delight and disappointment he came instantly, his thick salty seed gushing into her mouth and throat in powerful spurts. Claire licked and sucked, drinking the creamy liquid with much relish until he was finished.
She dabbed at her mouth with her handkerchief.
"Dear me," she stated coldly. "That deserves punishment."
A bolt of sensation ripped through her as he replied obediently.
"Yes of course, Madam."
Her hand slid beneath his balls to cup them, her long fingernails poised threateningly to press hard into the flesh. Her hand clutched claw-like and menacing.
"Apologise to Madam."
"Madam, I am sorry, please forgive me," he said earnestly and gasped as she gripped him.
His face contorted in a mask of pain as her nails dug harshly into his soft tender ball-sac.
Harder she squeezed, her body thrilling in the pain she was giving him. Claire released her grip and then pinched again, delighting in his pained grunts of deep suffering. Every nerve end in her body cried out for sexual release, the pounding excitement was bringing her close. Patience, she told herself, be patient for that is what Madam would expect of her.
He sighed loudly in relief as she at last released him and withdrew her hand.
"Next weekend," she sneered menacingly. "I shall complete your punishment."
He panted his reply, glad that the pain in his balls was now subsiding.
"Thank you, Madam," he said dutifully. "Thank you."
It was delightful! The contents of the parcel has been accompanied by a handwritten note from Arabella. The message was short but it contained everything in the few words that Claire could wish for. 'To a most responsive student' it had said.
The suit was made of thin black latex that clung to her body so very tightly. Claire posed before the full-length mirror in her bedroom to admire the effect, she seemed taller, erect and authoritative. The glossy material pulled over and under her breasts to lift and to separate them into desirable peaks of firmness. It clung to her buttocks to hug every contour and to leave nothing whatsoever to the imagination. It stretched across her slim waist and stomach but best of all, it pronounced the mound of her mons so nicely.
The long sleeves of the suit gave her arms a sleek yet powerful appearance and the way it clung to her slender thighs delighted her more so. In the high-heeled boots and with her hair styled harshly she had a wicked and menacing look about her. Tall, elegant and so firmly honed in all the right places she turned to admire herself, the blood-red lipstick, darker than her usual at Madam's suggestion added to the devastatingly stunning look.
"Aren't you ready yet?" Natalie's voice called through from the guest bedroom.
"Patience slut or you will incur my wrath," Claire shouted back to her excited friend.
"Over half-an hour I've been waiting to see this new outfit of yours – I'm losing any patience I might have had."
Claire smiled at her reflection. "You'll soon learn to maintain it," Claire said softly to herself.
She turned smartly and strode confidently out of the bedroom.
Natalie sat motionless on the bed, staring wide-eyed in shocked amazement, her mouth hanging open.
"Like it?" Claire asked brightly as she entered the guest room.
She turned and strutted, delighting in her friend's reaction, a wonderful tugging sensation in her vulva resulted from Natalie's deep shock.
Natalie blinked several times, her mouth closed at last and she tried to speak but no words emitted from her. She cleared her throat and came back to the present.
"Good God!" She gasped. "Is that really you Claire?"
Claire moved close, standing before the woman, her feet set wide in an arrogant stance. She loved the way Natalie's eyes flicked over her breasts then down to the tight mound of her mons and back up again. Claire turned, offering her taut buttocks for her friend's approval.
"Is that," Natalie asked hesitantly. "What you wear at the manor?"
Claire ran her delicate hands down to smooth sensually over the curve of her buttocks, her pale skin contrasting harshly against the jet black material. She caressed herself slowly for Natalie's benefit.
"Haven't yet but I will from now on."
"Incredible," Natalie sighed enviously. "I always admired your body…er…your beauty, but this…"
"Tell me!" Claire said firmly and turned back to face her. "Tell me what you see and what you like."
Natalie flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Do it!" Claire demanded.
"Well, your neat waist and hips, the way your breasts are emphasised…you look so very attractive."
Claire began striding back and forth, pacing the room to show herself to her friend.
"More!" Claire urged firmly. "Tell me what you imagine underneath the suit."
Natalie swallowed, her face was flushed, her expression simply radiated sexual arousal and excitement.
"A slim, neat body, firm and warm. Your slender thighs and tight buttocks."
"Yes!" Claire moaned aloud in deep satisfaction.
She moved again to stand close to and in front of the trembling Natalie, towering over her in a commanding and controlling manner.
Natalie cleared her throat, she continued not through obligation but through genuine delight.
"Your nipples," Her squeaky voice blurted slightly hesitantly. "So long and firm, so thrilling and inviting."
Claire moved in closer, her mons now only inches from her friend's face, her voice low and excited.
"More bitch," she demanded. "Tell me more."
Natalie was having difficulty now, her eyes roamed the tightly clad body before her, thoughts distracted her to muddled her words and she fought to construct them into a coherent sentence.
"Your body excites me…"
"Pussy!" Claire demanded. "Tell me about my pussy."
"Hairy," Natalie moaned absently. "I think it would be so hairy and soft, wet and so…"
"Bitch," Claire hissed. "Dirty little bitch! Tell me bitch what you are."
Natalie's voice was now thick and excited, low and husky as she complied.
"I'm a bitch."
"Mistress!" Claire snapped harshly. "Call me mistress!"
A low whimper of delight came from Natalie's throat then a deep groan of extreme excitement. In one move she leaned forward to grip Claire's hips in both hands and pressed her cheek against the firm mound of Claire's pussy. She clung to her suited friend hugging her admiringly.
"Mistress," she breathed lovingly and came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her body violently.