Tiny Coercive Ch. 03

Four Bells

The fifth night Sandra took extra care to bathe Olivia in the small sit-up tub in the pantry where they usually bathed the madam after lunch. After washing her she lifter her out and stood her on the milking stool to dry her.

"Sandra when the bell rings it will be for my ceremony, won't it?"

"Why do you say that sweetie?"

"You washed me with extra care; I can feel it in my bones." Sandra kissed her and rubbed her down with the towel. Then the bell rang four times. "That's for me isn't it?"

"Well that's actually both of us; three bells would be you. Let's go." She took her hand as they walked to the foyer where she picked her up like a baby. Olivia cradled her neck, kissing her as she started up the stairs.

"I'm so nervous Sandra, what if he doesn't like doing it to me?"

"You have nothing to worry about Olivia; trust me I know our master." She reached the top of the stairs and kissed her passionately before entering the master's bedroom. "Just give yourself totally to his every wish, as you do with me and the madam; that's all there is to it, nothing else." She walked into the bedroom and set her down. They both curtsied and the master dismissed Sandra, who curtsied again and left, quietly closing the door behind her.

Olivia began her poses, breathing erratically as he watched her. The madam on the far side of the bed had her back turned and was probably asleep as usual. He watched her for a short time and then sat up on the edge of the bed, motioning for her to approach.

She walked to him and stepped up on a low stool between his knees, nervously waiting for him to touch her. She trembled as he motioned her to turn around and then guided her hands to the top of her head. His fingers then touched her just below the armpits sending shock waves throughout her body. Then very slowly both hands travelled down, tracing her body shape to her waist, over her hips and down her thighs to her knees.

She stopped trembling; his hands were unbelievably soft and gentle barely touching yet magically stirring bumble-bees under her skin. She had expected his hands to be rough like the gritty hands of the mill and forest workers at her father's funeral. There was none of the madam's explosive passion, no fingers digging deep into her flesh; just magical bees buzzing; even gentler than her beloved Sandra.His hands retraced their journey to her armpits and then down, this time clasping her waist, holding it, gently squeezing, resting the bees, while twisting her body one way and the other.

Moving lightly again, waking the bees, clasping and stopping the bees in short steps over her hips, her thighs, stirring the bees when moving until reaching her knees.

He moved up again, clasping the soft flesh on the back of her thighs, stopping the buzz; moving again with the buzz, clasping and no bees; until his fingers grasped her cheeks; squeezing them together; rotating them one way and the other; spreading her crack wide; squeezing it together; rotating again, repeating it over and over again. All done with that same tender feel, continuing that bumble bee buzz. He licked and kissed both cheeks softly, then pushed gently on the small of her back; she bend over and without being told, spread her feet on the stool as he spread her cheeks and then did nothing for a while. She had been terrified that first day when she knew the madam was looking at that her most intimate area of her body; that had then been followed by the cane. What was he doing, checking her vagina in preparation for penetration? Was that part of the ceremony?

He made her step off the stool and turn to face him, taking her one hand he held it to his lips, gently sucking each finger and then kissing her palm, licking and kissing the soft underside of her forearm, then the plump upper arm and over the shoulder to her neck. She gasped as he continued to kiss her neck, nibbling on her one earlobe, then the other; moving down across her other shoulder, down her arm kissing and licking his way to her fingers.

After sucking the last finger he picked her up and set her next to him on the bed, gently leaning her back until she was lying with her rear end near the edge. He dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick and kiss the toes of one foot, then the other. She was amazed, being tongued, almost washed all over; being tasted like sugar candy; licking kissing and sucking her skin; she wondered how much of her body he would cover. He licked her

feet all around, one foot and then the other; then after making her grasp her ankles pulling her legs wide, he did her calves; the back and inside of her thighs, sucking, lightly chewing, licking and kissing.

The bees now swarmed permanently all through her body, making her tremble with pleasure, not fear; the feeling intensifying as his lips closed on her crotch. She jerked as his side whiskers brushed against her clit.. She jolted, shrieked and climaxed instantly, loosing hold of her legs instinctively wrapping them around his head, as he kissed her clit and then slurped his way down to her anus; twirling his tongue, licking, kissing making her climax again; so intensely she squealed while pounding her heels into his back again and again. He then sucked back to her vagina, his tongue locating the hole, licking her insides.

She climaxed repeatedly, wondering why she hadn't seen Sandra get this kind of treatment. Was he examining her body before penetration? Was this part of the secret ceremony? The madam always watched her for a long time before using her. Sandra said it warmed her up for sex; the master didn't watch her pose for long but he was feeling and indeed tongue washing her body everywhere, even performing licking sex; making those wonderful bees buzz, buzz and buzz.

Maybe it was necessary for him to warm up with a new servant? After all, she was the one requesting the ceremony; the madam had said he was surprised she wanted to serve him. He already had Sandra; why would he need two servant wives? She could hear him breathe deeply now, like the madam did when she was almost ready. it made her feel better, he had found her body acceptable then; now if she could only remember everything Sandra had demonstrated, swallowing the cream so he wouldn't be angry with her.

He stopped licking and sat down on the bed, lifting her onto his lap. He kissed her passionately. She moaned, responding with her tongue; the moment coming closer she began to tremble from the fear of not being able to do it right. He palmed one cheek of her behind and fondled her breasts; tracing their shapes like he had done her body shape, stirring the bees again, especially near the nipples.

Stopping kissing her he watched his own fingers, feeling probing, gently squeezing and then tapping her breasts to watch them bounce. She watched his hand and then smiled up at him, thrilled with his patience and apparent spellbound fascination with her breasts. She began to expanded and heave her chest, eagerly presenting each by turning her body slightly each time his hand moved from one to the other; delivering and holding it there for his hand while smiling up at him, her mouth wide open, licking her lips, breathing with deep satisfied passion.

She churned slowly on his lap as the swarm now buzzed in her lower body. She scrunched and squirmed her crotch squeezing her thighs together, desperately awaiting penetration. He'd made her hot all over except deep inside that orifice aching to be filled.

She cautiously ran her fingers through his chest and stomach hair, trying to divert her own attention, surprised by the amount of hair on a man's body. His penis was hardening, rising between her thighs as she spread and closed them squeezing it, moaned expectantly.

She thought of her imaginary prince, only a mirage, an illusive image; effeminately handsome with large dreamy eyes; cleanly shaven and no body hair; having no physical presence, his penis real but only a ladle handle. But her master was real, a real breathing man and he was hopefully going to penetrate her shortly as if she was a legal wife. She made-believe she was that real wife; her madam she thought now, probably did not have sex with him. Sandra was black and could not be a white man's wife. Her penetration would be a ritual wedding, turning her servant status, in her mind to that of a wife.

He lifted her down on the floor, palming her shoulders, making the bees buzz there as she was gently lowered to her knees. Sandra did that sometimes before being penetrated; so this was it, just a little titillation and then penetration.

Finally that long awaited moment, she reached for her `flesh and blood' penis; finding it so much larger than she'd imagined when watching Sandra from a distance and much thicker than the wood strap-on. She held that magic object with both hands squeezing and bending it; staring, totally mesmerized by its purpose and how a woman could mysteriously make it erect and have it release the juice of life inside her vagina if a legal wife or in the mouth if a servant wife.

She stroked it as Sandra had shown her, opening her mouth wide, looking up at her master gasping with excitement, before kissing the covered head; girdling it with her tongue then choking when attempting to swallow the entire shaft, as she had been unnecessarily advised by Sandra. She reached as Sandra did for the bag with both hands, fingering it carefully, curiously surprised by the soft roundish objects inside it. She grasped the shaft again, her tiny hand spanning only just over half its girth and began frigging, sucking and blowing, while anxiously watching her master's reaction.

It didn't get hard and she was unable to push back the foreskin with her lips, as Sandra did. She began to tremble in frustration, tears welling up in her eyes. Peering up she saw his eyes half closed, and his face showing no emotion. Desperate for inspiration, without knowing why, she grasped the bag again moving her face over it as if using a washcloth; then doing the same with his penis and then the bag again; repeating that over and over while sobbing nervously.

He couldn't believe his luck picking out this little goddess; a multi orgasmic nymph, bisexual to booth; the find of a life time; just a chance meeting in an isolated village. Now he was beside himself with lust, having waited impatiently for three weeks, while his nubile little servant was being manipulated by his females to beg for his favours. He hadn't been this turned on since, he as a teenager had coerced his parent's black house slave twice his age in the hayloft

He tried to think of his lesbian wife, watching or sleeping next to them, to contain his lust. But the sudden departure from any technique in his experience by this innocent teary-eyed doll, was more than any man could resist. His manhood stiffened to the bursting point, even pulling back his foreskin half way without her help.Olivia sighed loudly in relief, smacking her lips on the bloated red mushroom, pushing the foreskin over the ridge with her lips; then swallowing as much as she could without choking; she palmed his bag and frigged the shaft.

He had wanted to break her in and then ejaculate in her mouth later but the excitement of her innocent fumbling attempt to please him, her tears, her awkward performance was too much. He blew his load in one powerful volley, filling her mouth, choking her completely. She coughed and sputtered as gobs of semen poured out of her mouth while more splashed on her face, spilling on her breasts, stomach and thighs.

She had watched Sandra breaking his load in three parts and swallowing nearly every drop. Having failed completely, she sucked in what she could and then licked around her lips, scraping gobs with her fingers and slurping it off. Trembling with fear she swallowed his member again sucking desperately on what was left in the shaft. She then used both hands to scoop gobs of cream of her breast, stomach and thighs, then licking and swallowing of her hands and fingers; intermittently peering up at him with a desperate apologetic look, tears streaming down her angelic face.

"I'm very sorry master; please forgive me, please?"

He wanted to hug her and tell her how much he was turned on by her amateurish performance; tell her that he knew her little mouth could never hold his load completely; tell her how beautiful she was; how turned on he was by her youth; tell her how incredible her soft curvaceous body was and that it was the most exciting sex act he'd ever experienced. He resisted the temptation, saving her desperate attempts to please him for another session and did not answer her plea.

After letting her lick up as much as she could he got up and walked into the next room, casually motioning her to follow. Standing by the basin, she washed his penis and bag as she'd seen Sandra do. After drying him she fumbled with both hands for a while and finally succeeded in pulling the foreskin back over the mushroom. He then pointed at the drying streaks of cream on her body and motioned her to wash herself. She hurried, trembling nervously, as he returned to bed. When finished she walked in the bedroom and stood facing him, waiting.

His eyes were closed. Not knowing what to do and not having been dismissed, she remained in the number one pose with her hands behind her neck, breathing nervously. She suddenly realized a strange taste in her mouth; the semen, in her nervous excitement the taste had not registered while she attempted swallowed it. Sandra had said she kind of liked it; it was just salty and kind of sticky, she licked her teeth trying to taste the flavour but she wasn't sure now.

After a long time he began to watch her, with a sleepy uncaring expression. She began to go through all the poses over and over again with no reaction. Finally he stood up and motioned her to suck him standing. She eagerly worked on his soft penis, managing with her wash-cloth technique, to get it hard in a short time. He then lifted her to stand on the bed and proceeded to fondle and kiss her, gently probing the insides of her vagina several times. Finally, he pushed her down very gently on the bed and spread her legs wide with his hands.

She trembled with anticipation tempered by fear, and began to rock her pelvis while twisting her upper body offering her body for his pleasure. She had never seen Sandra do this; she always crawled on top of him to be penetrated and she thought the master just wanted to enjoy her body in pose number one,lying down.

He got on top of her, fitting his penis tight to her orifice without penetrating. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as the bees began swarming in her vagina.Closing her eyes she tried to relax, while the bees buzzed all through her body. Finally a penis was to enter her in this strange position, without her being really married. Maybe masters did it on top for the ceremony; as a reminder of her low social status. She opened her eyes, looking up at the huge man, as his knob pressed harder into her orifice, while he held most of his weight on his elbows. taking a deep breath, she spread her thighs wider and smiled up obediently at her master.

She wrapped her legs firmly around him while an inside voice said: `please perform the wedding ceremony master'. He rammed the knob through the orifice,stopping the buzzing, holding it there for a moment. She let out a loud shriek, closing her eyes, more from the sweet excitement of the moment, of this...her...wedding ceremony, than actual pain. She then looked up him again with an angelic `I love and belong to you smile, as he slowly inched it deeper until she felt his bag touching her perineum. He held it there throbbing, giving her the sense that it filled her body completely; as thousands of bumble bees hummed throughout her body.

She reached up cradling his neck, trying unsuccessfully to squeeze her vagina on his penis. She parted her lips as her inside voice repeated: 'I do, I do, I do'. He kissed her warmly as she closed her eyes, feeling she was in heaven with a real throbbing penis inside her body, not her handsome prince and a wooden ladle handle substituting for the penis but her madam's legal husband; she was now hopefully a servant wife, his servant wife. She wanted to serve this big muscular bear of a man, reminding her of those rugged forest workers in her village.

He began stroking her, very gently while watching her face for any discomfort. A female tenderly pleasured was a thankful female, who would willingly and sincerely return to his bed. Despite feeling pain she climaxed again and again with swarms of bumble bees buzzing everywhere. Before long he began to groan and rolled of her.

She quickly moved to swallow his mushroom just in time to choke on the load, coughing and spewing some on his body but she managed to squeeze the shaft with both hands giving her time to swallow what was in her mouth. She then released her grip and the remainder exploded into her mouth, choking her again. She cupped her mouth with both hands catching most of it while gulping desperately and then slurped up and downed what was in her palms. Having licked them clean she grasped his shaft with both hands at the root, like she'd seen Sandra do with one hand, squeezing and pulling sucking out the remainder making swallowing motions. She then whispered, sorry master and began to suck up what had spilled on his hairy stomach, while he laid back breathing deeply; shifting his body to accommodate her tongue; sated, relishing the devoted effort of this angelic subservient addition to his household staff.

This time she consciously tasted the semen; it was, salty and sticky but she told herself in her overjoyed state of mind that it was delicious. When she was done he pointed at the floor next to the bed. She got up and waited as he lay there with his eyes closed. Finally he opened them looking at her with a satisfied smile and reached for her hand. He squeezed it with both hands and then kissed it like a knight kissing a lady. "I have accepted you as my servant wife. You may clean me up now in bed." He let go of her hand as she nearly fainted with relief and feeling her knees buckle, dropped to her knees.

She was not going back to the village. There would be two, three or four bells from now on at nights. She held her hands in the praying position keeping eye contact smiling thankfully at her husband. "Thank you master; thank you," she wanted to say more but her head was spinning as her heart pounded wildly; she had been accepted, despite choking on the cream; her body was good enough, she was good enough. He smiled back at her almost in disbelief at her subservient reaction as she staggered to her feet and stood for a moment regaining her composure.

The madam was snoring as she retrieved a wet cloth and towel from the next room and proceeded to wash and dry her master's genitals; the man she now belonged to, her man, her husband; the man's who had made her a woman; a married woman even though the cream was for the most part swallowed and not in her vagina; yet still where it should be, inside her body. The wedding ceremony was complete; she was on her honeymoon. After putting the wash cloth away in the other room she returned to his bedside and waited.

"You are dismissed, Olivia." He spoke quietly without opening his eyes, using her name for the first time; she was now no longer just a wench.

"Thank you master for accepting me, thank you master for letting me serve;" She curtsied elated with her new status, as she gazed with devoted eyes on her man; his face glowing with gratification, fingers intertwined on his chest, breathing deeply. He was a picture of tranquility and she was responsible: her hands, her lips, her breasts, her vagina, her body had succeeded in satisfying her master, as a proper wife should. She watched him for a moment, wiping an emotional tear of joy; then after covering him up she put out the lamp, curtsied in the dark and then very quietly closed the door.