Tiny Coercive Ch. 02

Fate had forsaken her on a desert isle with no means of escape; marooned and at the mercy of a midget ogre, living a bad dream, a nightmarish fairytale. She had been forced to strip naked; display her intimate privates to the madam's shameless eyes; caned to tears and then just now, threatened with a humiliating return to her village, for not being pure. Finally, with her self-confidence ripped to shreds, leaving her utterly defenceless; a sex act had been forced on her, that she'd never in her wildest dreams, imagined anyone could or would do.

She now felt a deep sense of shame, much stronger than the first few times she fingered herself; at that time shame lasted only until an irresistible craving in her vagina became unbearable. Later, as time went by she felt less guilty, though it was always in the back of her mind, until she confessed that intimate secret to Sandra. Could that happen with the licking sex too, or was it just too indecent?

She wiped a tear, shuddering again, as conflicting thoughts raced through her mind. On the one hand, the disgrace associated with being sent, or asking to be sent back to the village. With no chance of finding a husband what would happen to her then, off to a circus, being displayed as a freak? No one would know about her self-inflicted loss of virginity; just, that she couldn't handle a simple housekeeping job. On the other hand, stay here and continue to be coerced into licking sex, plus what ever else the madam had in mind.

She had revelled in the act, during and relished the feeling for a while after. But now, the reality of her upbringing surfaced to haunt her. Was itreally wrong to get pleasure from fingering and licking? No one had of course known about her masturbating, until now. Maybe, all or many women did that; even the licking sex?

She was nineteen, an old maid by her village standards and on her own for the first time; was it possible she was just learning about the realities of life? Could it be that all servants were treated this way or worse, by their wealthy madam's? She knew slaves were beaten by their masters; slavery was illegal now, they had been freed, but what about caning a white servant; was that just the way of an outside world she knew nothing about?"

She touched the plug; a symbol the madam said, of trust and submission. As she held it, the madam's intimidating face, flashed into her minds eyes and the words: 'trust' and 'submission' resonated in her ears. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, but the image persisted; an eerie hypnotizing vision, irresistibly spellbinding, blocking all other thoughts; but leaving her strangely attracted to a woman who had caned her to tears. Did the plug posses some bizarre magic? Was she under a spell? She let go and the madam faded in a mist. She touched it again and there it was, her face emerging out of the mist, smiling invitingly now, licking her lips demandingly.

The image mesmerized her, made her heart pound, sending fiery twinges into her crotch; then suddenly her expression turned severe and the cane flashed in and out of the image. That didn't scare her; she was determined to be good and obey the madam's orders, work hard on her chores. The cane was only a reminder, it couldn't be an omen? Irresistibly drawn to the image she squeezed the plug harder, intensifying the vision; that face, those eyes penetrating her soul, that demanding yet tender smile, that enticing tongue.

The image faded and closed in on her vagina, thighs spread wide as before above her head, pelvis twisting and jerking temptingly, clitoris and labia glistening with spittle, her own; then back to her lips, then only her lips being moistened by that tongue licking, licking, licking. She wetted her own lips, gasping for breath;desperately wanting to lick and be licked. Letting go of the plug, she squeezed her thighs together, palming her vagina, penetrating with a finger, gasping in frustration, tossing wildly from side to side.

"What's wrong Olivia? Are you hurting?" Sandra had entered unnoticed.

"I...I...I was dreaming, I...I think," she stammered breathlessly. Sandra, do, do you...do you believe in magic, do you Sandra?"

"Well yes, of course. why?" Olivia recounted her vision. "Well now you know the powers of the madam's mind." Sandra turned around bending over.

"You have a plug in your bum too Sandra."

"Yes, that connects us to her; we're helplessly under her spell."

"Is the madam a real witch Sandra?"

"I prefer the word enchantress Olivia. She can be cruel and discipline us for her own pleasure but mostly, providing you are servile, she is kind and giving, like there are two minds in the same body. I think that somehow between the two lies her magic powers."

"Doesn't servile mean slave?"

"Our wages Olivia would not buy the food you eat or a roof over your head. We're slaves; how could we leave, where would we go?" Olivia shook her head not knowing what to say. "You want to do it with her again, don't you?"

"Yes, when I touch the plug; I do

"You will but not with the madam until tomorrow. Get on your back." Olivia eagerly obeyed reaching for Sandra, spreading her thighs, instinctively raising her pelvis. Sandra got on top of her, holding most of her weight on her elbows and kissed her passionately. When I came in you were masturbating weren't you? That is a no- no by a servant in this house. Understand?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to, the vision drove me crazy."

"Just don't do that again Olivia. Um...am I squashing you?"

"Never Sandra I promise and you can squash me all you want," she cradled her neck, pulling their lips together again; kissing her passionately, while wrapping her legs tightly around her waist." Do you see the madam's face Sandra, when touching the plug?"

"That's the magic sweetie; we're always under her spell."

Sandra turned on her side, licking her lips, looking down at her vagina; Olivia quickly reversed her position, burying her face in a new exerience of frizzy curls. Sandra rolled on her back with her little lover on top, caressing her cheeks and thighs. Olivia explored with her tongue, finding Sandra's clitoris larger, the labial lips surprisingly different from the madam's and when discovering the orifice, bored her tongue inside. She feltSandra's body flexing and twisting in respond to the invasion and twirled her tongue vigorously until Sandra moaned loudly, her body shuddering as she climaxed.

She then felt herself lifted by the waist and pulled up until her vagina kissed Sandra's mouth. She closed her thighs on Sandra's head and sucked on her stomach, clutching her soft hips, as Sandra's tongue brought her to three quick climaxes. She was then lifted in the air, whirled around and dropped, their bodies smacking together. Olivia laughed, grasping Sandra's face, kissing her passionately and then cooing contentedly, buried her face in her neck, while Sandra stroked her back.

"Am I squishing you Sandra?" She kissed her neck, cooing.

"Yes you're killing me," she chuckled, caressing her slowly.

"Sandra...why did you get caned yesterday, were you bad?"

"No Olivia, I just got caned that's all."

"But why, if you were good?" She raised her head looking bewildered and then kissed her neck warmly.

"Um good, well sometimes the madam takes pleasure in caning me."

"You mean...I can get caned even if I'm good, do my chores and...submit to...you know?"

"If the madam feels like caning you, that's her right; you're in her service,"

"Hem...but you got caned twice...why?" She kissed her neck, as if easing her pain.

"After the first time, I made love to her and then she caned me again."

"You licked her and she rewarded you with more pain?"

"It's not reward or punishment when you haven't done anything wrong; it's just that she enjoys doing it. For her, it's a rush; she gets aroused from maybe: the sound, your tears, watching your cheeks redden or seeing you tremble with fear from the power she has over you. I'm not sure why?"

"Do you hate her for caning you; I mean if you're bad you deserve it but when one is good...well?"

"No Olivia, I love her; I love serving in this house."

"But...but you are beautiful and normal size you could easily get a husband."

"I'm black Olivia; I was born a slave. There are poor white people too, like your family, but freed blacks are far worse off; life is hell. I'd be living in a shack bearing a lot of children and maybe my husband would beat me because his life was hard. This is a beautiful comfortable house, I'm well fed and...loved...in a manner of speaking. I've even, despite the tears, learned to love her and I feel she loves me, even when caning me. I'm here to serve in many different ways: one is to accept pain but then I get sexual and other pleasures too. Think about it Olivia: if you've never known pain, how would you know pleasure?"

"I don't understand that Sandra; I like being happy and not hurting." She mused on it for a while. "Well maybe I do understand Sandra, sort of."

"It is like your beautiful face Olivia: if there were no ugly people, how would you know you were beautiful."

"I'm not, Sandra." Sandra squeezed her tight kissing her passionately.

"Um...ah, Oh yes you are sweetie; you're very...very beautiful. Again, if you are happy all the time, how do you know you're truly happy? Pain makes you appreciate the pleasures you experience in life. Being caned once in a while is much better than working in the cotton fields, a dirty mine or mill."

"Did you ever work in one of those places?"

"Yes in a filthy mill, twelve hours a day for a mean boss who beat us for not working hard enough."

"Sandra...are we supposed to do what we did last night and just now, will we get caned if the madam sees us with the magic?"

"She knows what we're doing and we won't be caned for that. Just don't ever masturbate again; the madam will cane you severely if she senses that, and...I would be very... jealous." She squeezed Olivia tight, kissing her. "Did you like having oral sex with the madam today?"

"Oral sex...what? Oh I see, like we just did. Yes Sandra but it surprised, no shocked me at first and then oh...it was so good" She felt better about the licking now; all feelings of shame faded away with Sandra's reassuring words and licking sex.

"She liked it too, I'm sure and your body pleases her. I'm going to teach you how to pose when she orders you to; that will make her like you even better."

"Really Sandra! Pose?"

"Your madam likes to watch your naked body for a while; the sight of your flesh stokes her flames, warming her up before using you to reach the climax she craves. First of all when you're ordered to pose you already know, never to cover certain parts of your body with your hands, right?

"Yes Sandra, the madam made that painfully clear, yesterday. She's told me how to stand when she talks to me and that to kneel if I have a question."

"Yes but posing is another matter because you present your body for her sexual enjoyment; in effect you're pleading to be used. Always think about your hands being an insult to her eyes. Also very important, smile shyly with a willing expression, lips slightly parted while constantly moistening them with the tip of your tongue. You willingly present your body to stimulate her desires. She might not want you after you pose for a while and tell you to stop, and maybe have me satisfy her instead. You will then do pose number one and watch us, with a slightly disappointed yet eager expression. Now let's get up and I'll show you.

"Pose one is something like the way you've been ordered to stand when she talks to you, feet apart and your fingers on the side of your thighs, like you are going to scratch them." Olivia eagerly copied her. "Most of the time she'll watch the same pose for a long time. When her eyes are on your breasts, think and act as if her lips are kissing them; occasionally look down and then make eye-contact again as you breathe deeply, heaving your chest in an exaggerated manner, close your eyes while inhaling, by twisting your body offering her one breast then the other. If she shows you one or two hands as if grasping something, that mean you are to fondle a breast or both still making the same movements; but being very careful never to touch or hide a nipple from her view. Again imagine that she is doing the fondling and is about to kiss your nipples.

"Then if she lowers her eyes to your vagina, you act in a similar manner; look down, momentarily, spread your feet and knees little and move your pelvis forward in a twisting motion. Again think about your madam's tongue licking your vagina. Then if she rubs her fingers together you will stroke your thigh creases on both sides of you vagina while spreading your knees, never let your fingers even touch a curl. Your mind must be intensely focused on submitting to anything she wants; it's very important making that mental connection. You know by now that she has magical powers, she knows what's on your mind and thinking about something or someone else could lead to a caning.

"Pose two, she will tell you or hold up two fingers, is displaying your behind, and moving it invitingly while smiling at her over your shoulder. Sometime she'll order you to bend over and spread your cheeks, by making a `V' with her fingers, so the plug is prominently displayed. "She is in her mindset, relishing in the humiliating display of your anus, impaled by a plug symbolizing your submission; deliberately asserting her status over you; a common wench who must obediently accept wearing it or suffer the cane.

"Pose three is your body in profile, usually with hands on your head or behind your neck; make sure to arch your back letting your behind stand out and thrust out your chest.

"Pose four is like pose one but with movement; your feet spread, jerk your pelvis ahead, and then slowly draw it back. You are showing the madam that your vagina is ready for her pleasure.

"Pose five has more movement, watch." She began to rotate her hips, while turning slowly. They both performed a slow dance churning and turning. "Now with each pose there are variations, you can turn your hands flat out away from you body. You can place your fingers on your shoulders, or hands behind you back, that way your arms are not shielding any part of your body. Finally you can place your hands on top of your head or behind you neck; that way all parts of your body are exposed. You will learn eventually by watching her face where your hands should be, but don't worry about that for now.

"Once your flesh has fanned her flames to the point where she's ready, she'll order you into whatever position suits her at that moment. 'Using you' is the key here, because that's what she does. She'll never fondle and kiss you to make you feel good, only to feed her own lust for a climax; your feelings or your climax is of no concern to her."

"But...but how could that be Sandra, that she doesn't care; when she licked me I felt like heaven inside?"

"She did that because it made her feel good, she was using you to achieve her climax not yours; don't forget she gets pleasure from caning you as well and you don't enjoy that. So you see, she couldn't care less about your feelings. There are exceptions to that, sometimes she'll demand to hear and see you climax, usually just before she does. But again it is only to satisfy herself, by demanding you do; you can't fake it, she'll know. Finally if she claps her hands and holds out her arms during any pose, you'll fly into her embrace or her vagina if she's lying down with her legs spread, literally attacking her with wild passion. She never snuggles quietly during intercourse like we do; her path to satisfaction is passionate and wild.

"You must never slow or stop gratifying her, even for an instance, until she reaches her climax, then you kiss and caress her tenderly until told not to. Why don't you show me all the poses while I pretend to be the madam?"

Olivia went through the poses including some variations while Sandra made comments." That was pretty good Olivia you're a quick study. Now, do it again with this blindfold on." She posed eagerly, sometimes laughing and apologizing when loosing her balance a couple of times. "That will take some practice Olivia but you're doing fine. Take off the blindfold now" She clapped her hands, holding out her arms and Olivia flew into her embrace.

"I'll practice every day Sandra when I'm alone in here." She was interrupted by a bell sounding twice from the kitchen. "What was that Sandra?"

"That's the upstairs bell; I'm needed there."

"But it rang in the kitchen."

"It's hooked up with strings or something going through the walls and floors. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to perform a massage, the madam likes that."

"What is a massage Sandra?" She didn't answer and removed the plug before leaving. She felt abandoned without Sandra and the plug and deciding to practice her poses. She put on the blindfold, doing them over and over, until she dropped and fell to sleep.

She woke when Sandra kissed her, while removing the blindfold. Olivia, half asleep cuddled up moaning cosily. "Do I pose now madam?"

"This is Sandra not your madam; wake up, I want to talk."

"Oh Sandra I posed for hours I think."

"That good, now listen, your madam likes female love making. So do I and so do you...I think?"

"Oh yes Sandra it makes me feel so..."

"I thought you would say that," she found her lips in the dark and kissed her passionately. "Now, when you masturbated at home, did you fantasize about anyone?"

"Well yes...sometimes; there was this handsome boy in the village and then of course the prince in my dreams."

"What about women, did you fantasize about women?"

"Sometimes, well a lot of times I did, yes." She cradled Sandra's neck and snuggled in tight, cooing.

"Um... there are some women who like sex with women only and they don't really care that much for men or not at all. Women like that have a special way they like to have sex with other women. So you will experience that tomorrow with the madam; you will of course submit to her wishes, right?"

"Of course Sandra, anything she wants."

The Kitchen

Olivia was scrubbing pots when the mistress entered the kitchen in the morning. She curtsied and then immediately fell to her knees.

"Yes wench what is it?"

"The plug madam in my behind, would madam please put it there."

"Very well, up on the table wench." Olivia clambered up on a chair and then the table on her knees. Sandra prepared the plug and the madam pushed it in shaking and jerking it.

"There get back to your chores wench."

"Yes madam and thank you." She curtsied, feeling her servant's position was secure again and watched through the corner of her eye while the madam inserted Sandra's plug.

"I'll take my lunch in the drawing room today Sandra, after you clean up, bring in the wench as we discussed."

"Yes madam," they both curtsied as she left.

Drawing Room

After lunch Olivia was blindfolded and taken to another part of the house. After performing all her poses she was embraced, fondled, and passionately kissed by the madam.

"Wench, I have fondled your body because it pleased me, now you will fondle mine." Olivia began in a gingerly manner to caress her madam's body. "More passion wench," she dug her fingers into her madam's flesh, her breasts, her thighs and her cheeks. "That's better, kiss my nipples and finger my vagina." Olivia slowly began to feel at ease with being an active sex partner. Her blindfold was removed and she was told to get on her hands and knees. She watched Sandra strap a belt on the madam with a carved wood pole, crowned by a strange clefted mushroom-like knob, sticking out from where her vagina was. The madam came close, placing the tip of the pole near her mouth.