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When light and awareness once again returned to Maggie she found that she was still in her bed. She was careful to move slowly as she stirred. She was naked, hungry and desperately needed to pee. She discovered that much of the soreness had disappeared, and that apart from the faint red lines where the straps had secured her she actually felt well. She climbed from the bed to squat over the piss pot and relieve herself. She closed her eyes and begin thinking about all that her body had experienced beneath Clarisse’ gentle torture. Her nipples began to harden again, and she could feel herself getting wet.
“What have I become?” She thought. She wiped herself clean and washed her hands in the basin before moving in front of the corner mirror. She stood staring at her own reflection. Her eyes traced the pattern of faint red lines that the straps had made on her white skin. Her nipples were still hard and her need was growing slowly but steadily as she stood looking at someone that she didn’t know. She felt unsure of herself and unsure of what to do next. She found herself hoping that Antonio, or Clarisse would be there to tell her what she was to do next. Quickly deciding that satisfying her hunger was of utmost importance she pulled on her night shirt and left for the kitchen.
The kitchen smelled like heaven to the famished Maggie, and she eagerly pleaded her case for a late breakfast with Nicolas who cooked for the La Fontaine house. The servants usually ate separately but Nicolas had always been willing to make exceptions for Maggie and today was no different.
What was different about breakfast in the main kitchen this morning was just how aware Maggie was of Nicolas and how he treated her. The way that he smiled at her when she entered the kitchen gained new attention. She could see him stealing glances of her as he worked and wondered if he had always done so. Knowing that he looked at her as a desirable woman was adding to her lust. Maggie’s thoughts refused to leave the experiences of the last few days her thoughts not yielding in their assault on her mind and body. Her nipples remained hard and her state of arousal was not lost on her kitchen benefactor.
Nicolas couldn’t believe his good fortune. He always enjoyed being able to watch Maggie eat as she always stood with the morning sun beaming through the window behind her. Her body revealed to him through the cotton fabric of her nightgown in a glorious silhouette that he often pictured in his minds eyes as he stroked his cock in the darkness of the night. Today he thought that he could even smell the fragrance of her sex, and his own arousal would have been obvious to all had he not been wearing a long cooking apron.
She thanked Nicolas for his kindness with a soft kiss on the cheek. Nicolas seized the moment and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug that she shrugged off as brotherly affection. He considered his chance to fell the heat and firmness of her breasts pressed against his chest. He released her with a smile and picture in his mind that he would use in fantasies. She turned to leave the kitchen and make her way back to her room. She turned as she passed through the kitchen door and ran into Antonio as he stood in the hallway.
Her heart jumped into her throat and she nearly came as his sudden appearance brought the fullness of her experiences back to her. Her mind and skin relived them in an instant though it felt as if it was outside the bounds of time.
“Miss Madeline, The Count and Countess will be returning to the estate soon and the rooms to which you have been entrusted are lacking. You will get dressed and get to your duties immediately or I shall be forced to report your slackness to the countess upon her return.”
She stood before him stunned. Her body remembered and silently begged for his dominant touch. Her mind lost as the pictures of her experiences flashed through her mind. Even as she stood overwhelmed before him, he stood before her impersonal and detached. Even the use of her formal name made her flinch. Had the experiences not been so fresh and so abundant she would have thought herself mad.
“Yes, Sir.” She stammered. “I shall correct the situation immediately.”
“Make sure that you do.” He said as he moved past her without another glance. The lust in Nicolas’s embrace reached into Antonio’s thoughts like a fire. He felt an anger rise up in him that he had not felt in many years. A dark dangerous anger that had so many years ago led to his enslavement. He walked away appearing calm but his mind raced to subdue the rising tide of emotion.
She stood dumbfounded watching him walk away and disappear around the corner of the hallway. Slowly at first but with a growing sense of urgency she went to her room. She dressed and began her chores.
The afternoon went by in a blur. Maggie threw herself into the familiar routine and managed for a while to forget her hunger. The work brought her comfort and a sense of normalcy. She felt herself once again and was prepared to put her thoughts of Antonio and Clarisse behind her.
“Miss Madeline.” The voice was soft but purposeful. Maggie’s heart again fluttered as Clarisse called her by her formal name.
“Clarisse thank God!” She stood and ran to her rediscovered lover and tried to hug her. Instead, Clarisse pushed her away to avoid the embrace.
“I missed you so. You were gone when I woke and I felt so lost.
I wanted to thank you.. to..”
Clarisse cut her off mid sentence. “Shut up Child! I don’t have time for your prattle”
A blow to her stomach would have affected her less.
“I have to help care for the west wing as Maria is sick. I also need you to care for Master Antonio’s suite before dinner.”
Maggie’s eye’s searched Clarisse’s face for a sign. She searched for some recognition of the hours spent bringing her such torturous pleasures. She would have settled for a hint of the comfort that she had shown her through all of the lonely nights when she first arrived.
Clarisse’s stern expression offered none of either.
“Did you hear me?”
Maggie’s mind was still reeling, “What?”
Clarisse’s hand shot up in a flash and slapped Maggie across her face.
“Pay attention. If I give you instructions I expect you to acknowledge them.”
Tears filled her eyes, and her own hand went to her reddened cheek. “Yes, Miss Clarisse. I understand I am to clean the governor’s suite before dinner.”
“Then see to it child.”
“Right away Miss Clarisse..”
Before she could get out all the words Clarisse had turned and started to walk away. Once she was out of sight Maggie sank to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest, and let the tears flow freely down her cheeks.
Her mind raced with thoughts thrown together without pattern or reason flooding her mind and overwhelming her heart. “What has happened? What did I do wrong? Perhaps they are no longer pleased with her. What is to happen to me now? How can I go on without feeling what I felt?”
The questions and feelings left her weak and lost, yet her years of service roused her from her apathy. She wiped the tears away, splashed water on her face, and gathered her things before starting towards Antonio’s suite. Antonio’s suite was just down the hall from the entrance to the dungeon. She stared at the heavy wooden door as she walked by, remembering her half-naked entry into its depths.
She knocked on Antonio’s door afraid to enter. “Sir, its Maggie I have come to clean your suite?”
There was no answer from the other side so she knocked again. Assured by the silence that the suite was empty she opened the door and entered the darkened room. Heavy draperies covered the expanse of windows on the outside wall. She leaned over the sofa that served as a sitting area and pushed the draperies aside to let the evening sun light into the room.
She wondered why she needed to clean since the room appeared spotless and in perfect order. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she surveyed the room. She realized that in all of her time at the estate she had never been in this room. Even in her time training with Clarisse, she had not entered into his bedroom.
Shelving filled with books covered the wall opposite the windows. She had thought that only the Count and Countess would have been able to afford the luxury of books and she expected those to occupy the shelves of the estate’s library rather then the personal suite of the governor. Opposite the door she first entered was another door that she supposed led to Antonio’s bedroom? The thought of being in his bedroom send a rush of heat through her body once again. She walked over to the books touching the soft leather bindings as she continued to survey the room. Its furnishings were simply, but elegant. It has a small writing desk holding the usual candle, quill and ink well. A chair sat out from its edge and some ledgers were stacked on the shelf next to it. She caressed the back of the chair and only after glancing over her shoulder; she leaned over and took a slow deep breath so that she could smell his scent again.
Despite the orderliness of the room, she was careful to make sure that the room was in perfect condition before knocking on the second door. Hearing no answer, she entered the second room. This room was much larger then she had expected. Inside the door stood an easel with a partially painted canvas and a side table with a supply of paints and brushes. The picture was of the estate’s lakefront on the south side of the estate. The colors were soft and the style captured the settings peaceful warmth at sunrise.
She could see other pictures painted in the same style. Each was done in soft warm colors and detailed points of tenderness and beauty. The brush strokes were soft and flowing. She wasn’t sure what she had expected but the paintings moved her and amazed her with the emotions that they instilled.
Beyond the easel stood a large armoire and another chair, which at that moment was holding up a draped pair of pants and a white linen shirt. His bed was opposite the main entrance door. It was even larger than the bed in her mistress’ room. It was made of mahogany and had a large carved post that nearly reached the ceiling at each corner. It stood away from the wall behind. She presumed that the arrangement was purposeful and meant to keep the tapestry that hung behind from creasing. Another table stood just to one side of the bed with a candle, his washbasin and pitcher as well as his piss pot.
Maggie looked over her shoulders once again and sighed before starting her chores. She picked up his clothes, and though she should have simply taken them away she stopped and breathed in his scent. It was strong and musky and remaindered her of how he smelled when he forced his cock into her mouth.
“Who was this man that could bind her, fuck her, and beat her but still find such beauty and warmth in the simple scenes of the estate? She didn’t know but she desperately wanted to know him. She wanted to understand. Just as she hoped he would help her understand the hunger for things she thought she should despise. Her pussy was wet and her nipples hard as she fought the urge to touch herself. She wanted to feel his bed and to feel his manhood inside her once again.
Still the harshness of his presence earlier in the day, and Clarisse’s stinging slap across her cheek kept her from giving into the temptations that lade before her. Well, they kept her from most of them. She still indulged her hunger by brushing her nipples against the objects that adored his room. It was a cruelty of its own as it just kept her hunger from abating. She took down his bed and prepared it for the evening so that she could feel the texture of his bedding.
She was just finishing his bedroom when he opened the suite’s main door. His face was still cold and void of expression.
“Why are you still here Miss Madeline?”
“I was just finishing Sir. I’m sorry sir.”
“I would suggest that you not inconvenience me this way again. It is no doubt due to your lazy morning. You think that just because your mistress is away that you can be slack in your duties.”
“No sir,.. I mean.. I won’t let it happen again. Please forgive me sir.”
Internally he smiled a wicked knowing smile though to Maggie his face seemed as cold as stone. He stepped asideand pointed to the door.
“Please leave now.”
Her heart was pounding in her Chest. All that she could hear and all that she could see was the image of him in the torch light of the dungeon. She bowed her head and forced herself to move. She desperately hoped that he might seize her at each step. She prayed in her heart of hearts that his anger would stir and that he would return her to the dark depth of stone and captivity.
The prayer was unanswered as she left his room untouched. He spoke no more words, and did not even look towards her again. When the door closed behind her she began to run. She ran through the halls as tears ran down her face and neck. She ran as the juices of her sex began to run down the insides of her thighs. She ran to her room and threw herself down on her bed. She pulled her skirt up and drove her fingers into her wetness. Her body was again demanding that she satisfy it.
The abyss drew near as she her fingers continued their assault and while the fingers of her other hand began to pull mercilessly on her tender nipples. She passed over the edge only to find that the valley beyond had no depth, and that the waves of pleasure that her body had demanded pasted through her like ripples in a pond.
Her hands fell to her side. Her skirt still pulled up and her sex still exposed. The tears still ran down her cheeks and neck. She was lost. The mundane routine of her day, a day that she had hoped would bring her back into the comfort of her old life only made her feel empty and lifeless.
Her body had not betrayed her in the torch light. It was her mind. Her spirit had given her over to the darkness that she now craved. It was the shadows of her own self that had been unleashed, and she could not turn back the hands of time.
She had gone too far down the path to turn back but not knowing how to find her way back to the sweet abyss that haunted her thoughts. Her guides had left her to the mundane and the darkness of her room was more oppressive then anything she had even experienced before. She lay unmoving and cried herself into a restless sleep.
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