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Floozy and the Mistress, Part 7

2009-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:00

Floozy slept late and lay in bed. Her head swam with images of the weekend's events. She did not hear the Mistress, and wondered if she and the Gentleman were still abed. She pounded her pillow with her fist at the thought of him in her Mistress's bed.

He was no gentleman, and Floozy hoped she never saw him again. She rubbed her jaw, sore from his forced entry into her mouth. She felt possessive of her Mistress as never before. It was all Floozy could do to keep herself from marching down the hall and throwing open the Mistress's bedroom door.

If she found the gentleman, Floozy would smother him with a pillow. The Mistress would cover her with kisses, and thank Floozy for saving her from the Gentleman's depredations.

She sighed and dressed herself. The house was silent as she crept towards the dining room, for Floozy was hungry. The dining room was empty, and she stood puzzled and afraid for a moment that the Gentleman had stolen her Mistress away.

"In here, Floozy," her Mistress called from the kitchen.

She entered and bowed on one knee. Gratefully she saw that the Mistress was alone with no Gentleman to be seen.

"Rise, and sit," the Mistress instructed. Floozy devoured the plate of eggs and toast set before her by the cook. The Mistress opened the mail while Floozy ate.

She mopped up the last bit of egg with the last bite of toast. She sat still, watching her Mistress open letters and take notes with a fountain pen.

"You must have been tired, I let you sleep late. Did you enjoy yourself this weekend?"

Floozy shifted in her seat, and felt a flash of pain from her welts. She grimaced.

"Floozy, are you quite well? Are you hurt anywhere?" The Mistress put down the letter she was reading.

"I am well, Mistress, only a few bruises. Mistress?"

"Yes."

"Is the Gentleman injured? Why does he wear a bandage?" Floozy toyed with a spoon.

The Mistress pursed her lips. "He is not injured, you needn't worry about him. He takes good care of himself." A sharp laugh escaped her. "I should like to see your bottom. Come over here, on the floor."

Floozy passed the small kitchen table and knelt next to the Mistress's chair. The cook had gone, and they were alone. She kept her eyes on the stone floor.

The Mistress put her hand on Floozy's shiny head. "The Gentleman left early this morning. He will return for the winter holiday."

Picking up a morsel of toast from her plate, the Mistress spread it with butter and jam. She offered it to Floozy, who took it into her mouth.

"You made me glad this weekend, my pet. The Gentleman had nothing but positive things to say. You are a good and wicked girl, Floozy."

Floozy nodded. The Mistress cupped Floozy's chin in her hand and raised her head so that they looked at each other.

"Tonight you may sleep in my bed, if you are good. I have a list of chores for you. Please me and you shall be rewarded. Now, show me your bottom."

Floozy rose and turned away from the Mistress, who helped her raise the fabric of her dress. The Mistress pulled down Floozy's drawers and clucked at the welts raised by the Gentleman's cane.

"My, look at those marks. Does this hurt?"

Floozy felt a finger along a welt, and gasped.

"Oh dear, the Gentleman and his cane. Do well today, and I will spank you tonight and get some use from those."

The Mistress handed Floozy a schedule and went out. The first item was to change the linens on the Mistress's bed. Floozy smiled, and scurried to finish her chores.

THE END

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Floozy and the Mistress, Part 6

2009-11-30T22:05:00.001-08:00

The Mistress strolled to the fire and warmed her hands. The golden dress accented her curves and reflected firelight.

The Gentleman followed her and picked up an iron poker, with which he stirred the coals. Neither spoke. Floozy hugged herself, mesmerized as the warmth reached her skin. She yawned silently, pulled her knees up to her chin, and rested her head.

The Mistress spoke. "Are you suggesting, Tristan that I am a child, like my girl over there? Is that how you propose to amuse me this evening?" Her eyes snapped like the crackling fire as she gazed up at him.

"Why no, where did you get that idea?" He stepped back, and shot his cuffs. "I was merely proposing that we, er.... My dear Lily, are you not a switch at times?"

Lily shot a look across the room to where Floozy listened. "Shh! That child does not know the meaning of 'switch.' Tristan, you are embarassing me. Do you expect me to allow you to do whatever you wish, like you did with her? Think again, man -- or whatever you are."

Tristan stiffened and adjusted his waistcoat. "Listen here, you may be a Dominant but I can lick you any day, don't you forget it." He stomped to the wing chair, threw himself upon it, and crossed his arms.

The Mistress stepped softly to his chair and stood behind it. She whispered, "Why don't you show the child what you really are?"

Floozy gasped as the Gentleman leaped from his chair, and pinned the Mistress's shoulders against the brocade wallpaper.

"I don't know what you're playing at, Lily, stop this instant. Or you shall be sorry." He let go of her and went to stand by the fire, stirring the coals. Lily followed him.

"Tristan, let us play a game where we unveil you and let Floozy see your true nature," she purred as she stroked his chest. He stood still and breathed quickly as the Mistress's deft hands undid the buttons of his waistcoat and laid it aside. All the while she murmured soothing words and he appeared to fall under her spell.

Her hands unbuttoned his white blouse and halfway down, he seemed to awaken and his hands seized hers.

"Lily! Stop this! I cannot, you cannot let the child see...you don't understand, please...."

The Mistress slowly reached inside his blouse, and stroked his chest. The gentleman's head fell back, and Lily kissed his throat, and his hands relaxed by his sides. She resumed unbuttoning his blouse while she caressed his clavicle with soft lips. He groaned, and half fell against the Mistress.

By inches she pulled open the gentleman's blouse until his torso was exposed, and she held his shirt open so Floozy could see, while continuing to kiss and caress him with the other hand.

What Floozy saw, she did not understand. The gentleman's chest was not hairy or bare like the gentleman she'd seen playing on the village green. Tristan had a white bandage tightly wound around his breast. Floozy stared but could not divine the meaning of the bandage.

Suddenly the gentleman woke from his trance, and glanced down at his open shirt.

"Goddamn you, Lily, goddamn," he yelled and dove for the fireplace.

The Mistress ran to Floozy and stood before her. Tristan turned towards them brandishing an iron poker, glowing red from the coals. He advanced with the poker before him, a scowl on his reddened face.

"Move away from her!" He gestured towards Lily with the poker.

"Tristan, you must not hurt Floozy, she has nothing to do with it," the Mistress said.

"Lily, go to the divan and sit down."

Lily moved to sit on the sofa and Tristan put the glowing poker in her face.

"You will," he said, "Do as I say. I am your Dominant tonight, your gambit has failed. You are mine."

Lily looked at the floor. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Tristan said, shaking the poker.

"Yes Sir," she said.

Floozy gaped for she had never seen her Mistress defer to anyone, whether shopkeepers or people on the street. Men did not lord it over her Mistress.

"Have your wench get you out of this dress, before I burn it from you!"

Floozy hurried over and undid each tiny button on the back of the Mistress's amber dress with trembling fingers. She helped her to step out of it, and laid it across a chair back. She unlaced the corset and removed it.

When the Mistress stood in her underclothes before him, the Gentleman nodded and smiled. Floozy was glad to see him smile. He gestured for the Mistress to recline on the sofa.

"Wench," he said, gesturing at Floozy with the poker, "Prepare your Mistress for penetration."

Floozy did not understand the Gentleman's words, and the Mistress beckoned her. Silently the Mistress placed Floozy's hands on her breasts, and encouraged Floozy to stimulate her as she had many times before.

The Gentleman took a chair nearby, and placed the poker back in the fire. He buttoned his shirt over the bandage, and watched the entwined women with mounting pleasure.

Floozy brought her Mistress to wetness skilfully as always, until she sighed and shuddered and Floozy nearly forgot that the Gentleman was present.

"Enough. Floozy, go to bed. Take a bath, and take your rest. Go."

Floozy backed away from her Mistress's body, gathered her things and hurried out. She drew her bath, and as the water enveloped her she recognized her Mistress's moans of pleasure from the parlor.

As she washed she heard her Mistress's voice rise to a scream, and Floozy covered her ears. The next time she heard it, she slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed to fulfillment, laying her head back and stifling her own sighs of pleasure.

Floozy and the Mistress, Part 5

2009-11-24T17:32:00.000-08:00

At dinner, the Mistress and Mr. Arenot all but ignored Floozy. The girl donned one of her fashionable dresses. The Mistress bought Floozy's clothes, and generally liked Floozy to be well-turned out. It reflected well on the Mistress.

Tonight however, the Mistress outdid Floozy and when she sat at table, her Mistress's face cast a rainbow over the room, framed by a dress the color of amber. Floozy's jaw dropped, and her heart sank. She did not want to compete with her Mistress for the Gentleman's attention.

The Mistress's words filled Floozy's head: "Don't get any ideas girl. I knew the gentleman before you knew me." Floozy rubbed her cheek where the Mistress had slapped her, and the memory made Floozy's nipples harden under her burgundy dress.

At that moment, Mr. Arenot's words cut through her thoughts.

"My lovely girl, did you enjoy our soiree this afternoon?"

"Well, yes I suppose I did, Sir," Floozy stuttered.

"Good," he smiled, "Are you ready for another hand of cards this evening, then?"

Floozy shot a look at her Mistress, who remained poker-faced.

"Uh, y-yes, Sir, that is...." Floozy sent another pleading look at her Mistress, who turned to the maid and began an intricate instruction on serving forks.

"There, there, you will be ready when the time comes, I assure you," and he winked.

Floozy searched her empty plate as the Mistress chatted with Mr. Arenot. She wished that the gentleman would take his leave, and that Mistress would drag Floozy upstairs by her hair, and spank her with the hairbrush. Then Mistress would make Floozy service her in all manner of filthy ways. They would snuggle in Mistress's bed until morning light, and their routine could go on as usual.

Instead this stranger was in the house, and the Mistress had lent Floozy for him to do as he wished. Floozy resolved not to obey his wishes. Let them both beat her bloody; she did not like him. Let them both hang! She picked at her food, her backside burning from the earlier ministrations.

After dinner the Mistress told Floozy to attire herself in the manner they'd discussed. Floozy appeared in the parlor in a rose chemise and robe, both quite transparent, and feathered mules. The Gentleman had his back to Floozy and stoked the fire up high. She seated herself on the divan and relaxed a little in the warmth.

Mistress entered wearing her dinner dress and a black shawl. She seated herself in the armchair opposite Floozy, and Tristan sat in a wingback chair. They sat in silence and contemplated the blaze.

Tristan said, "Lily, I should think that you and Floozy are my entertainment tonight." Floozy eyed his cane resting between his knees.

The Mistress joined Floozy on the divan, pulled Floozy's back to her front, and began caressing Floozy's already stiff nipples. Floozy cursed her ready sexuality, that betrayed her every time and made her body respond to the slightest caress. Her resolve to resist slipped away with each flick of the Mistress's fingers on her breasts.

As Floozy sighed and moaned, the Gentleman became excited. He removed his ascot and tossed it on the back of the chair. He unbuttoned his shirt partway, and to Floozy's surprise his hands slipped between the thighs of his jodhpurs. Floozy had her hand inside the Mistress's ornate bodice, and was pinching her nipples the way that the Mistress liked.

The Gentleman rose and crossed the room, Floozy felt his panting on her damp face. His hands found the rose silks holding her robe shut; these he untied. Mistress helped him pull off the robe and Floozy felt her fear of him build up.

He looked at Floozy and said, "Do you remember that you took an oath earlier to obey me, girl?"

"Yes, yes," she said and he rubbed her breasts in each of his hands.

"Do not forget your oath," he said and ripped her chemise from neck to hem, leaving her exposed. Floozy emitted a scream, and the Mistress grabbed Floozy's arms and pinned them behind her. The gentleman pulled from somewhere on his person a small flogger, and whipped Floozy's shapely breasts with it. She shuddered, and called out for her Mistress, who only drew her arms tighter behind her, further protruding the white breasts.

As he whipped her the gentleman called Floozy awful names: slut, cunt, whore and the like. His face contorted with rage, and he kicked at Floozy's feathered mules with his boots as he worked.

When her breasts were red and lacerated, the gentleman reached for his pants and unbuttoned them. Floozy held her breath for what might be there, for she did not want to couple with a male.

It happened blindingly fast, the gentleman's pants came down and she saw what looked like a penis. The organ touched her lips, it did not taste like flesh. It pressed against her teeth and demanded entry -- she refused.

"Open - your - mouth - and - take - me - inside," the gentleman hissed through gritted teeth.

Floozy gave a small shake of her head, and with a roar the Mistress and Tristan fell on Floozy, prevailing on her mouth to admit the cock.

Floozy struggled. Mistress took up the flogger and whipped Floozy's pussy without mercy. Tristan smacked Floozy's breasts so hard that she wished to disappear into the cushions. Slowly her jaws opened, and the cock glided to the back of her throat.

As soon as she accepted the cock, the Mistress stroked Floozy's love button in a way that often brought Floozy off. The gentleman held Floozy's head and thrust far into her mouth. Every time she gagged, the two redoubled their efforts, and Floozy began to feel as if she were about to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel. She went up-up-up....

Floozy's body went limp, then rigid, then limp. She shrieked and repeated the pattern while the Mistress caressed and kissed her. Tristan pulled his cock away and stowed it in his pants. Floozy lay across her Mistress and the Mistress played with her hair, praised her, and told jokes until Floozy smiled. Mistress patted the cushions under Floozy's bottom.

"Quite damp, Tristan, I believe we should give the girl a rest."

"Quite so," Tristan agreed, stirring the fire. "But you have life left in you yet, Lily."

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Floozy and the Mistress, Part 4

2009-11-21T15:48:00.000-08:00

The bell rang, and Floozy ran to the chevalier mirror. She scrutinized her makeup, and pursed her rouged lips. She heard her Mistress answer the door below, and her laughter mixed with deeper, more masculine laughter.

In the mirror a white garter belt supported lawn stockings. She had on no panties or bra. The sheer white fabric revealed her nipples and the shadowy outline of her hairless cooch.

"Floozy! What are you doing? Come and greet our visitor, in the drawing room."

Floozy heaved a dramatic sigh and made her way downstairs. She paused outside the doors of the drawing room and peered through.

"Oh!" She whispered, "He is very handsome!"

"Floozy!" Mistress called, "Where are you?" Floozy started, composed herself and entered the drawing room.

"There you are, I want you to meet Mr. Arenot. You may call him Tristan."

Floozy smiled and curtsied the way her Mistress had made her practice. The visitor smiled, he was about the same age as the Mistress, and splendidly dressed.

"Come here, Floozy," he said, "Let me see you." He tapped the floor before him with the tip of his rattan cane.

With eyes downcast Floozy shuffled to stand before the Gentleman. She felt his eyes traverse her body, cutting through the flimsy dress as if it were tissue. His eyes lingered on her breasts and crotch, and where they lingered she felt a burning sensation that warmed her body.

"Look at me," he said, and Floozy complied, gazing into blue eyes as clear as the fountain pool in the village square. His eyes were not unkind, and crinkled in the corners. Tristan turned to the Mistress.

"Lovely, you have outdone yourself Lily. Wherever did you find her?"

"Thank you my dear, a story to be sure, that I will tell you later. In the meantime, let us go up to the parlor for tea."

Tristan took the Mistress's arm, and Floozy followed them upstairs carrying his hat, cane and gloves. They seated themselves while the maid brought tea and scones. Floozy carefully laid out the gentleman's trappings.

"Floozy, you are to give this gentleman the same loyalty, obedience and service that you give to me, until I release you from it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Floozy sat with her hands in her lap, her white gloves setting off her white dress, stockings and black boots.

The Mistress and Tristan engaged in animated conversation about people that they knew, school friends and gossip. Floozy sipped her tea and stole glances at the gentleman. Blonde, boyish, almost pretty he was, with delicate hands and exquisite manners. She was drawn to him without knowing why.

When they finished tea, the Mistress produced a deck of cards. The three of them played several rounds of whist, with Floozy winning three hands. This made the Mistress laugh.

The gentleman smiled at Floozy and said, "Let us raise the stakes of the game. For each hand that you lose, I get one stroke of my cane on your bare bottom. What do you say, Floozy?"

Floozy swallowed, they both looked at her, waiting. "Yes," she said. She had never been hit with a cane, the Mistress preferred to use her hand or a hairbrush. How bad could it be? It's just a piece of wood, like a paddle, she thought, biting her lip.

Floozy won two hands, and lost the third.

"Bring my cane to me, girl," the gentleman smiled. Floozy slowly complied, handing the cane to the Gentleman with both hands, and standing before him. She wished she hadn't agreed to raise the stakes.

"Sweet Floozy, have you ever been hit with a cane before? Do you like pain my dear?"

"Sir I have not been touched by a cane, but I do like most pain that my Mistress gives to me."

"You are doing fine, good girl," the Mistress said behind her.

"There is a chair for you to put your hands on," Tristan said and guided her to a ladderback chair. She placed her hands on the top and Tristan had her bend from the waist. She felt her skirt sweep over her back in one motion. There was a moment of silence.

"Look at that skin," Tristan said, moving his hand across Floozy's peachy bottom. "Lovely, is she a virgin Lily?"

"It depends on how you look at it," Mistress said. "With men she is but she has had, er, objects inside of her. Look at the strumpet showing off. Puts me in mind to get the hairbrush!"

Floozy did not answer, she was feeling Tristan's caresses on her rear, and his fingers circling close to her moistening slit.

"I want to you to count to three, and I'm going to tap you with the cane. I will count with you, now let's begin."

He took his hand away and Floozy counted with him: "One, two, three!" Smack, she felt the cane across her buttocks, and at first felt little. The agony quickly built and she screamed and slumped over the back of the chair. Her Mistress ran to her and brought her to the divan. She pulled Floozy across her lap and caressed every part of her. She told her she was a good girl. The gentleman stood in a corner smiling and twirling his cane. After a few moments he crossed the room and squatted next to Floozy.

"That was very good, shall we return to our card game?"

They made Floozy continue playing, sitting on her sore and reddened bottom, until she had endured two more smacks of the Gentleman's cane. Then Mistress brought Floozy to the bedroom and pulled the girl before the chevalier mirror. Her bosom heaving, the Mistress traced the long red welts with sensitive fingers. She bent Floozy before the mirror and inserted three fingers into the girl's dewy orifice while Floozy sobbed with desire.

The Mistress brought Floozy to the edge of satisfaction, then stopped.

"Dress for dinner. I forbid you to touch any of your parts. The Gentleman is not finished with you yet."

Floozy and the Mistress, Part 3

2009-11-19T10:34:00.000-08:00

Friday night Floozy soaked in the bathtub, staring at her toes. The Mistress had taken her out for a pedicure earlier. The bathroom door was open a crack, since she was not allowed to close it.

The door opened and the Mistress's neat head appeared.

"What are you doing? Are you shaving yourself like I told you?"

Floozy remained silent.

"Floozy! Answer me."

"I -- I don't feel well, Mistress."

"There is nothing wrong with you, you were prancing like a filly earlier. You will help me entertain our visitor tomorrow. How dare you feign illness with me. Move over, I'm getting in."

The Mistress shed her dress and underclothes, making a pile on the floor. Floozy hid her smile at her Mistress' strong supple body. Mistress pulled the razor glinting from its case, and stepped into the tub.

"Spread your legs and keep them there. If you won't do it I'm going to have to do it myself. You mulish, hardheaded girl."

Mistress settled herself between Floozy's legs, wet the razor and whisked away the hair without a nick. When she'd finished she gazed at Floozy.

"There's one more region that needs to be pristine for our visitor. Don't you think, Floozy?" Mistress wet the razor and held it to Floozy's neck.

"Mistress...." Floozy swallowed.

Floozy felt the edge on her skin. Mistress placed her other hand on floozy's muff and stroked it. Floozy wanted to thrash but the razor kept her still, her chest heaving.

The Mistress put her fingers inside Floozy and stroked the razor over the skin.

"Mistress almost doesn't want to share you with our gentleman friend tomorrow," she whispered and kissed Floozy's lips. "You may come to like our gentleman friend. See if you don't."

Mistress suddenly removed her fingers, and took away the razor at once, making Floozy gasp. She stared round-eyed at her Mistress, who laughed at her.

The Mistress then made Floozy keep her legs apart while she shaved every inch of Floozy's pussy.

Before she exited the bathtub, the Mistress slapped floozy's cheek. "Don't get any ideas girl," she said, "The gentleman was my friend before you knew me. Now dry off, and into bed with you. Pick up my clothes and care for them as you have been taught."

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Floozy and the Mistress, Part 2

2009-11-17T10:32:00.000-08:00

"Floozy!" The Mistress called.

"Here I am!" Floozy ran to the bottom of the steps and paused, listening. Her light brown curls flew about her head.

"Come here," the Mistress's voice floated faintly. Floozy charged up the steps and appeared in the doorway to the Mistress's boudoir, where she was not allowed except by invitation. She stopped, panting and genuflected upon one knee as the Mistress had taught her. She bowed her head and awaited her Mistress's command.

"Did you run a marathon? You're panting like a greyhound. Listen, we are having a gentleman caller this weekend. Look at me."

Floozy raised her head and gazed at her Mistress, who to her surprise was filing her nails. Floozy normally filed the Mistress's nails, and did all manner of delicate personal ablutions for the Mistress. Fear invaded floozy's gut: had she angered Mistress? She knew better than to ask, or to show her fear.

"Did you hear me?" Floozy nodded. "A gentleman caller. You are to be at your prettiest and most charmant this weekend. I want you to wear your white dress for tea on Saturday -- the sheer chiffon. And no panties. I want your grooming to be of the highest quality. With your white garter belt and white stockings. Whatever is the matter?"

Floozy's face became stricken and her head drooped on her chest.

"But Mistress..." Floozy said.

"Don't 'but Mistress' me," she snapped, taking up her crocheting and looking away.

"Mistress, men make me nervous...."

"Silence! I don't care. Do as I say, or you can find yourself another Mistress. Now out."

Floozy ran to her bedroom and bit her nails to the quick. The Mistress could punish her later for biting her nails.

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Floozy and the Mistress, Part 1

2009-11-16T13:15:00.000-08:00

Floozy lay in a heap on the floor, sobbing. Her tears wet her Mistress's patent leather stiletto boots. She kissed the shiny leather, smearing her lipstick and dulling the finish. Her kisses were passionate and full of pain, for her Mistress had kicked her with the sharp toe of her boot.

"Child!" Mistress commanded, "You're ruining my shoes, get off me." She shook her foot and floozy crawled backwards, her white rump exposed by her pink corset.

"Look at my boots! Look what you've done!" Mistress stuck her boot in Floozy's face. A fresh spout of tears sprang from Floozy's eyes, further compromising her makeup.

"Stop crying, stop it. You're always exaggerating. Come here."

Floozy wiped her face with her fingers and, sniffling, crawled before her Mistress's chair. She sat on her knees and did not look at her Mistress's stern face.

The Mistress studied her. Floozy hardly dared to draw a breath lest she displease her the more.

"You are a slutty girl," she said. Floozy nodded silently, eyes downcast. Mistress shoved her hands down the front of floozy's corset, and floozy gasped at their coldness. Mistress's fingers found floozy's pink nipples and twisted them, making Floozy lurch forward into the Mistress's lap. Floozy cried out and felt, rather than saw the Mistress smile above her.

The Mistress, seeming to tire of her charge, pushed Floozy onto the floor.

"Take off my boots, gently slattern, the way I taught you. Polish them by dinnertime. Do nothing else the rest of today. When you are finished you may have supper."

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