Chastity tapped her chin with a slim finger. "Now how to proceed?" Her eyes
searched the woman's figure for inspiration. She was wearing a day dress and the
neckline was modestly high about her throat, so access to her bosom would require
considerable effort. Then her gaze alighted upon the hem of her skirt. "Remain seated
as you are, but kindly draw your skirts and chemise up to your knees."
Molly was quite resigned to allowing this younger woman to completely have her way with
her, so she hardly hesitated at all before leaning forward to gather up the many layers of
her skirt and petticoats in her hands, and shyly drawing them up along her lower legs
until they reached her knees, exposing her stockinged legs. Since she was in the presence
of another woman and not a man, this did not seem such a terrible immodesty, since it was
completely normal to have a maid adjust them or to make a minor adjustments of her own
while her maid was present. However, its significance lay in the fact, as both of them
were well aware, that the action was merely the prelude to much greater liberties and
licentiousness.
Chastity was pleased to see that her legs were indeed well formed and shapely. This was
a promising start indeed. "Kick off your shoes dear, and then raise your garments a
little higher," she said, displaying her excitement by leaning forward slightly.
Molly gently kicked off her slippers and extended her legs straight before her, with the
mass of her skirts mid way up her thighs, with her garters just visible. Due to the
privacy and the presence of only one other woman in the chamber, she did not feel any real
shame, and in fact felt a strange stirring of passion in her breast and other
unmentionable parts. She realised that she even rather enjoyed to manner in which Lady
Fitzhugh was admiring her legs.
"Now all the way up, my dear." Chastity held her breath.
Struck by a sudden rush of shame, Molly hesitated, needing a moment to gather her nerve.
The sensation was much like having to step in front of a crowd to give a speech. Her limbs
felt chill and numb, and it was hard for her to breathe. She saw that her hands were
shaking, and she gripped her skirts harder. Then with an abrupt, convulsive movement, she
pulled the hem of her skirts up to her chest to reveal her bare hips and loins.
A tiny rattle of the teacup betrayed Chastity's excitation when she saw the neat
chestnut brown triangle of curls that pointed down between the woman's tightly closed
thighs. She took a quick breath to calm herself, and smiled approvingly. "You're
doing splendidly Molly."
"Thank you, Lady Fitzhugh."
"Do you think you can hold your clothes like that while we chat a little bit
more?"
"Yes, of course, my Ladyship."
"I'm going to describe some things that I might like to do to you, and
I'd like you to respond to each simply with 'yes' or 'no', unless
I ask you to tell me more. If your response is 'no' to any statement, you may
lower your clothing and leave. Naturally, you shall not be paid, nor considered for any
form of employment. Is all that clear to you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then I shall start. Are you willing to perform all acts that I instruct you
to do, even if they are intensely shameful and humiliating?"
"Yes," she responded firmly and without hesitation.
"Are you willing to perform any act of a sexual nature, provided it is limited to
this room and between you and I?"
"Yes." There was the tiniest of pauses before she answered, but her tone was
still firm and definite.
"I intend to punish you in various ways. Providing I do not maim, blind or
otherwise permanently injure or scar you, are you willing to submit yourself to these
punishments?"
Molly uttered a tiny gasp, but still she nodded and responded with a definite
"Yes". She wavered for a second, and then decided to add, "My departed
husband was a brutal man, and took much pleasure in venting his spleen upon me. He would
often strike me, claiming to punish me for imaginary infractions and insults. As a dutiful
wife, I had no choice but to learn to endure it with as much grace as I could." She
managed a smile. "You have given me much more reason to endure physical torments than
he ever did."
Chastity was about to stop her questioning, when her eyes fell on Molly's pubic
curls and the parts still hidden between her thighs. Her lips curled in a mischievous
smile. "I particularly wish to play with your pudenda, your fanny. This may involve
sensations, both pleasant and unpleasant, of an extreme nature. Do you swear to devote
your senses to experiencing both to the utmost of your ability, and to unhesitatingly
expose those intimate parts to me at all times?"
Molly was both surprised and disturbed to discover that Lady Fitzhugh's questions,
and the images they generated within her brain, had a most particular effect upon her.
Rather than causing merely shock and horror, they had combined with the completely
indelicate exposure of her person to produce such strange feelings with her breast as she
had never before experienced, even when performing her wifely duties with her husband.
When Lady Fitzhugh addressed the matter of her fanny and spoke of playing with it as if it
were some child's toy, a great shudder had coursed through her being and her stays
had suddenly felt far too tight. She felt a heated flush spread all over her body, and a
frightening feeling of heat arose within her such as she had never before known. Her voice
trembled as she said, "Yes, my Lady, I do so swear."
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