"And that – Mistress."
The two women giggled and enjoyed the light-heartedness before again the toned turned back to serious.
"Haven't told the others anything have you, wouldn't want to ruin the surprise for Amey and Louise."
Natalie shook her head as she sipped from her mug.
"Nope! Licking and doing things with another woman is not the sort of thing that one wishes to discuss with friends."
Claire laughed aloud.
"You utter snob! Happy to get your pussy licked by a woman but not to talk of it."
Natalie flushed at the mickey-taking and responded equally light-heartedly.
"I will need to cultivate my speech," she mimicked in a polished accent. "If I am to serve at the manor."
Claire fell silent and said softly.
"And at the manor you will do exactly that – serve the Madam Arabella."
"Oh God," Natalie mumbled. " The very thought makes me all horny again."
Claire covered Natalie's hand lovingly and stroked it tenderly.
"You serve me bitch. Arabella at weekends perhaps but during the week you are mine."
Natalie leaned close, her mouth just inches from Claire's pouting lips.
"Happy to serve you ' Mistress."
Claire's hand slipped around Natalie's head to draw her on to a passionate and hungry kiss. Tongues entwined the women kissed passionately as two lovers would, then as the kiss ended.
"I'm in need again," Claire breathed in a thick voice.
Natalie stare back.
"Your turn with the dildo I think, my pussy is still recovering."
Claire smiled back.
"Do it bitch!" She hissed.
Natalie hissed back sexily.
"Yes, Mistress."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Claire was totally naked, she wore just her favourite high-heeled boots and bright-red lipstick. She strode confidently into her lounge and halted with her hands on her hips, two length of strong cord clutched in one hand.
"Stand when I enter the room you little shit!" She snapped.
Her husband Robert simply put his newspaper aside and stood up meekly.
"Kneel!" Claire ordered and stepped forward.
The sense of command was total, the pounding excitement accentuated by his hungry looks at her naked body. She moved in close, her right hand with fingers spread, stroked lovingly through his hair. Her fingers gripped and clenched, she twisted her hand cruelly to bring a cry of pain from her groveling husband.
Both his hands clamped over hers in an attempt to ease the tearing pain. Back and to the side his head was pulled arcing his back to a painful angle. Her knee snapped up hard into his chest to knock him backward onto the carpet.
"You are going to fuck me Robert," Claire breathed excitedly then hardened her tone to a menacing hiss. "And it had better be good."
She moved forward, raised her foot and pressed the thin heel of her boot hard down into the side of his thigh.
"Aren't you? She demanded a response.
Robert's hand went instantly to her foot, trying with all his might to ease the penetrating pressure that was digging into his flesh.
"Yes Madam…Mistress," he blurted quickly.
Claire paused a moment before lifting her foot and standing back.
Robert clutched at his thigh with both hands, rubbing the affected area to ease the throbbing pain. He slowly rose to his knees, his head down and gaze downcast.
"Are you hard wimp?"
He shook his head solemnly and answered in a low and pathetic voice.
"No Mistress."
Claire snorted in derision.
"Thought so! your silly little cock is becoming totally useless to me." She sighed heavily to show her displeasure. Once again I must do something to assist you."
Claire walked to the dining room table, swaying her hips and buttocks sensually. She leaned over and spread her long legs, wriggling her backside to taunt him.
"Oh God!" She gasped loudly. "I need at cock! Get me a cock Robert, a nice thick one that can satisfy m as you can't."
A terrific surge shot through her as she heard his little whimper. Her right hand moved down to cup her pussy, the red-painted fingernails teasing at her open slit.
He would be watching; looking between her thighs at her pussy and imagining a cock being pushed up her from behind, the thought thrilled her so very much. Claire's fingers pushed in, two side-by-side to force her labia apart.
"Another cock Robert," she breathed huskily. "I need someone else's cock."
Claire began to move her hips in a crude mimicry of being fucked. Her taut thighs and buttocks jarring in a make-believe rutting motion, her fingers delving deep inside her own body.
"He could fuck me like this Robert," She breathed between little gasps of delight.
Robert's voce cracked as he shouted back at her.
"No! Never!"
Claire laughed aloud.
"Yes Robert! Yes!" She called out as her fingers pumped urgently in and out of her.
He simply mumbled in defeat.
She stopped, stood upright and turned, her fingers slipping out easily over her copious juices.
He was hard, his cock jutting out and pushing his trousers into a tent at the front. Robert's face was flushed and his eyes roamed his wife's body longingly.
She stood silently, teasing him and offering herself so blatantly whilst he virtually dribbled for her touch. Her tone changed to almost matter-of-fact as she stated.
"I had a lovely cock up me earlier today Robert."
He looked up her, his pathetic eyes searching her face hopefully for signs of jest.
"Not sure are you?" She mocked. "I might have been fucked but then you wouldn't know for sure would you."
His cock jerked in response, the material of his trousers shifting to portray his excitement.
Claire noted the movement and lowered her voice sensually, her hand stroke idly at her shaven pussy.
"A nice hard cock Robert," she purred, her red lips moving in a mimicry of oral sex.
He grunted and tensed, a wet stain spread out through his light-grey trousers to announce his climax.
Claire was at him instantly, her eyes blazing and her lips curled back in anger. She slapped hard across the side of his face to knock him sideways back onto the floor. Her booted foot landed a hefty kick into his side then another that crashed hard against his buttocks.
"Bastard!" She screeched furiously. "Bastard! I'll see that you suffer for that."
Seething, Claire stalked from the room to leave him cowering fearfully on the hearth carpet.
Madam treated her differently this Friday. She greeted Claire on the front steps of the house and linked her arm as she guided her through to the breakfast room.
"First we eat and then," Arabella paused. "The fun begins."
Both women wore identical body suits in shimmering black latex that fastened tightly around the collar to leave just their faces and hands showing as flesh. Tight, so very tight and clinging the suits looked fantastic, portraying clearly the shape of their bodies beneath. High-heeled boots and made up faces the two women looked harsh and yet sensual, they settled themselves at the long table and chatted idly.
Two naked servants served the breakfast and stood back attentively but discreetly as the women ate.
Mid-way through their meal Arabella paused and posed the question.
"Would you like some little distraction fellow Mistress?"
Claire was eating and her mouth was full but she nodded her ready agreement. Arabella had used the term 'fellow Mistress' and Claire noted this, a certain pride filling her.
Madam turned to the servants and gave an order.
"One of you, up on the table now and lay back."
The man complied, Paul, the blonde servant that Claire particularly liked, mounted the table and lay back along its length between the two women.
"Wank yourself off then!" Arabella's harsh voice commanded.
Claire almost choked but watched in fascination as he gripped his cock and began coaxing it to arousal. A moment or two passed before his cock began to harden and stand upright. It thrilled Claire to watch him, her eyes flicked rapidly over his thighs and chest, then to his face and quickly back to his cock lest she should miss some mall apart of the action. She watched spellbound as his great fist pumped fast up and down his thick rod.