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Maggie woke up slowly dreaming dreams of pain and pleasure. Her eyes opened to find a sun lit room blinking against the harshness of light after so much time in darkness. She was in the comfort of her own bed. She was happy, warm and even content. It wasn’t until she moved to get out of bed that she remembered it all. Her battered body ached and protested against even the slightest motion.
She was determined to get up despite the pain. The flood of memories of the dungeon and her discovery at the hands of the governor overwhelmed her. Tears returned to her eyes and her contentment fled before uncertainty. Now that she had remembered and was returned to the light of day she needed to learn her fate. She needed to go the governor. She would beg him for mercy, and for the privilege of continuing in service to her mistress the Countess de la Fontaine. The passion and the pain would live in her dreams and be forgotten in the world of daylight and responsibility.
Her body was not as determines as her mind. She nearly collapsed on the floor as she tried to stand. She caught herself on the edge of the bed and laid back down still determined to seek forgiveness.
Clarisse slowly pushed open the door to her room. Her back pushing the door as she steered a serving tray. She wore her usual uniform and seemed perfectly ordinary in every way. Seeing Maggie awake brought a smile to Clarisse’ face.
“Good morning pet.”
“Sweet Clarisse was it real? Was all of it real?”
“Yes, pet. All of it was real.” Clarisse said with a knowing wink.
Maggie groaned as she pushed herself upright on the bed. Her naked breasts and stomach exposed to reveal a criss-cross pattern of red stripes. “Please forgive me? I did not mean to cause you such harm! I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.” The tears returned to her cheeks as she spoke. She desperately wanted the comfort of her innocence. She wanted to forget what she had learned about this new world of passion. In the light of day it seemed so wrong. The aching in her body no longer fueled the passion that had driven her in the darkness.
Clarisse set the tray down on the wooden dresser beside the bed. Carefully she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Maggie took her in her arms like a mother would a hurt child.
“Dearest Maggie, you own me no apologies. Like you, I learned that the pain brings me pleasure. I have gladly found myself in the dungeon. There have been many such times for me more then a few of which I begged to receive from Antonio in his bed chamber.”
“I don’t understand?”
Clarisse wiped the tears from her cheek. “Not completely, not yet, but just as I taught you and cared for you when you first arrived I will again. That is enough talking for now. You haven’t eaten in nearly two days. You have gotten some rest but your body will need a little time to recover.”
“One more question please?
“Yes pet.”
“Why did you? I mean.. why did you make me cum? Didn’t you know what would happen?”
“Yes pet. I knew.”
“Then why?”
“When I watched Antonio take you to the dungeon. It made me wet and even jealous in a way. I have so missed our nights together. He came back up stairs to make sure that I would keep silent. I begged him then to let me serve him in the dungeon.”
Maggie could feel the arousal returning to her worn body. Her exposed nipples hardening as Clarisse spoke. She also knew that Clarisse was feeling the same. She saw it in her eyes.
“Seeing you bound and exposed.. I remembered the feelings. I wanted it too. I wanted to feel the leather against my skin.. the pain.. the pleasure. And, I knew from how you where responding to his blows that it would give you what you wanted more then anything else at that moment.”
Clarisse bent forward and gently, passionately as Maggie lowered herself back on the bed. Maggie’s mouth moved from her lips down her throat to softly caress and nibble her breasts and nipples.
Yes, she remembered. They both remembered.
Maggie pushed the coverlet down exposing her sex to Clarisse. She tried to guide Clarisse’s hand to her moist pussy, but Clarisse pushed her hands away and lifted herself from Maggie now heaving breasts.
“You need rest more, and besides that my Master has forbidden me to play with you until you have more training.”
“What kind of training?” Maggie asked even though she already thought she knew the answer.
Clarisse just laughed at her and walked towards the door. “Eat and rest. We’ll talk about the rest latter.”
Maggie sighed in frustration and resignation as Clarisse left the room. She felt reassured at least a little and began to realize just how famished she had become. The meal was excellent far better then the ones that she would normally be serviced at the servants quarters. She drank it down with a glass of wine. It had made her much more herself, and had helped to relieve some of the soreness from her body.
She laid back down and reflected on the past two days. The memories only stirred her arousal again and she slid her hands beneath the covers to massage her breasts and rub her clit until she came again. The orgasm wasn’t as intense as those she had experienced at the hands of Antonio, but it was nice none the less and soon after she drifted off to sleep and dreamed dreams of captivity, the pleasures of pain, Antonio, and Clarisse.
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