The Companion Ch. 08

Chapter Eight

Dressed respectably once more, Rachel followed Miss Caine out of the house and back into their carriage. Underneath her dress, the original corset with its restrictive strap was back in place and all the way home she had to suffer as every jolt and jerk chafed at her soft centre and made her bottom twinge with pain. Was Olivia's now feeling the harsh kiss of the cane? she wondered.

"I find myself being fairly pleased with your attitude and behaviour today, Rachel. Therefore, I will remove the corset once we get home although I will use a chastity belt to restrict you tonight as I believe that you would play with your pussy once again if I did not do so. You show great promise but must learn that you are here for my pleasure and not for your own! Now, while we drive along, you may kneel down and pay attention to my pussy which is feeling quite neglected!"

Blushing furiously and hoping that nobody could see, Rachel slipped off her seat and knelt on the swaying, jolting floor of the carriage as the horses pulled it along through the busy streets of the town. Miss Caine inched her skirts up until Rachel could see the top of her gartered stockings then grasped her companion's head and pulled her into the soft warmth between her thighs, sighing with delight as Rachel started to lick and kiss at her wetness. Fastening her lips on the swollen, protuberant bud that throbbed and pulsed powerfully, Rachel sucked away until Miss Caine came, wetting her companion's face with her offering as she moaned out in lust, pulling her young companion into her soft folds by her hair.

After a late lunch, Rachel spent most of the afternoon sewing with her mistress in the workroom along with Annie and Lydia, the maid who had suffered the indignity of having gravy poured over her. Needlework was not one of Rachel's favourite activities but she was fairly competent and her work passed muster with her mistress unlike Annie's. A sound spanking over Miss Caine's knee and then a dozen with a leather strap encouraged the maid to work harder and more carefully though and by the time that they were dismissed, Rachel had actually completed sewing on the lace decoration neatly to a soft pink silk corset.

"I think that we might make a decent seamstress of you yet, Rachel," murmured Miss Caine after examining her companion's work thoroughly and finding nothing to fault. "After dinner, I think I might reward you for your hard work today by allowing you to climax... although only after you have received some more training in how to please my clients."

Rachel was on tenterhooks throughout the interminable dinner. She was highly excited at the prospect of being allowed to orgasm but also nervous as she wondered what training she was about to receive. Eventually, the last course was removed and, as the table was cleared by the maids, Rachel accompanied Miss Caine upstairs to her bedroom where she knelt obediently at her mistress' feet and waited to see what would happen. Miss Caine still had a glass of wine with her and she drained the last few drops then smiled at Rachel as she remarked," I do believe that I have drunk so much that I need to relieve myself, girl. Kindly hold up my skirts for me!"

Rachel obeyed, lifting up the heavy damask then the silken chemise underneath as her mouth went dry with the thought that she was going to have to drink from her mistress' soft pussy folds like she had earlier that day. She swallowed hard, remembering how shaming and arousing it had been to do so and she shivered with excitement as she waited for the order. Disappointment flowed through her submissive soul as Miss Caine stayed silent. Instead of ordering her companion to press her willing and eager mouth to her quim, her mistress reached down and positioned her large and now empty wine glass underneath her pussy lips. After a few moments, a subtle hiss reached Rachel's ears and she watched in delight as the glass was slowly filled up with a golden liquid.

"A delightful vintage, I'm sure," commented Miss Caine as more and more fluid seeped down into the glass until it was filled to the brim. "And one that my companion will be pleased to drink up for me!"

Rachel flushed bright red as her mistress looked straight at her and offered her the glass. Somehow, it was more degrading to see the golden liquid shimmering in the glass and be ordered to drink it down than it was to be hidden underneath her mistress and drink it straight from her delightful pussy lips. Fighting back tears of shame, Rachel reached out for the glass with shaking fingers then slowly brought it up to her lips, hesitating as she tried to pluck up the courage to drink. She tilted the crystal goblet up and sipped at the contents delicately, savouring the scent of her mistress' essence and then the crisp taste as it swirled down her throat. Rachel, having overcome the first hurdle of shame, swiftly drank the rest and was rewarded with a soft kiss on her lips as she handed the empty glass back to her mistress.

A knock on the door sounded loudly and Rachel jerked her head round as Miss Caine ordered the person to enter. It was Dawson, tall and impassive, who walked in and stood facing his mistress, hands clasped behind his back as he waited for his orders.

"My companion needs more experience in pleasing a man with her mouth, Dawson, so she is going to practise on you."

"Very well, madam," he responded coolly, dark eyes flickering over Rachel and drinking in her exposed breasts which were being forced up by the restrictive cups of the corset.

"But..." stammered Rachel in shock.

"Practice makes perfect, girl, and Dawson has a fine cock for you to suck as well as great staying power."

"But he is a servant!"

"And you are my servant and I require you to be obedient at all times, young lady! Perhaps I need to remind you what happens when you fail to please me?"

"No, please, mistress," muttered Rachel, bottom cheeks already quivering with fear.

"I think I will make this a competition then. I will give you ten minutes in which to make Dawson spend his seed. If he doesn't then I will use a tawse on those pretty cheeks of yours! If he does come due to the blandishments of your tongue and lips then I will use the tawse on him instead!"

Dawson smiled slightly and that sent a trickle of fear slithering down Rachel's spine. Was he that confident? She watched as he unfastened the buttons of his fly and tugged out his cock which stiffened almost immediately until it jutted out in front of him like a flagpole. It was the biggest she had encountered by far and she swallowed hard, wondering if she could even get the bulbous head in her mouth.

"Your ten minutes starts now!" announced Miss Caine, looking at her watch before she sat down on a chaise longue and made herself comfortable.

Rachel shuffled forward on her knees and licked along the velvety-smooth surface of the butler's glans, flicking the tip of her tongue over the purple head and teasing the tiny slit in the end before she opened her mouth wide and slid her lips over the massive knob. The tangy scent of his maleness wafted up into her nostrils as his cock filled her mouth and she wrapped her tongue round it then sucked hard and quickly, moving her lips back and forth on his knob as she tried to make him come. Arousal rushed into her own body at the submissive nature of the act as she knelt for him and worshipped his stiff prick but fear of the consequences of failure lay heavy upon her as Miss Caine remarked that two minutes had already gone. Redoubling her efforts, Rachel lashed her tongue around the sensitive head of Dawson's cock then clamped her lips around his shaft and sucked on the tip. She could feel the faintest of tremors slithering through his long prick as she caressed it with her tongue but the minutes rushed by rapidly and soon she was down to just a couple to go while her jaw ached with the effort she had put in. She tried to take more of his cock in but gagged as the knob pushed into her throat. She slid her mouth back and then concentrated on sucking and kissing his swollen tip, feeling it start to twitch and jerk against her soft lips. She flicked her tongue round the head faster and heard a slight groan then felt his thigh muscles stiffen as he tried to hold back. Encouraged by his sign of weakness, she sucked harder, concentrating purely on making him come and oblivious to everything else. The jerks and twitches multiplied and his breathing deepened and then, to her delight, he pulled his thick cock out of her mouth and sprayed her face with his come, bathing her beauty in his white seed. It splashed over her forehead and then into her eyes; wave crests foaming in the blue ocean pools. More jetted out over her cheeks and then he pushed back into her mouth and filled it with thick gobbets of creamy come until he was completely drained.

Rachel sat back on her heels as the butler's cock dwindled slowly and then slipped out of her mouth. Despite the come dripping down her face, she was smiling at the thought of escaping punishment but then her smile was abruptly wiped off her face as Miss Caine announced, "Two minutes over time, Rachel!"

"What... but..." Rachel stammered in response, fear flooding through her.

"It appears that you were concentrating so hard that you did not hear me call out the time, girl. An admirable trait indeed but not one that will let you escape from the tawse. As you were two minutes over then I think two dozen strokes will be the correct amount to award you!"

Trembling, Rachel bent over the foot of the bed when ordered while Miss Caine unearthed a tawse and showed it to her shivering companion, commenting on the thickness and the split tails at the end before she trailed it down the girl's spine and the back of her stockinged thighs.

"Make sure that you count accurately and thank me for each stroke," Miss Caine admonished her hapless victim before she swung lazily and sent the heavy leather through the air.

The sheer weight of the tawse sent Rachel's breath flying out of her mouth and she gasped as the sharp stinging agony swept into her senses. The pain was subtly different to that caused by the cane due to the two ends that struck her soft flesh at the same time and her buttocks flexed and rippled under the heavy impact. A delightful sight or so Miss Caine thought as she waited for Rachel to thank her before she sent the leather swinging once again and created another pair of red marks on the girl's soft white skin. Tears filled Rachel's soft blue eyes and then spilt over as the beating continued. It was all she could do to keep counting out the number of strokes and then saying thank you to her mistress as the pain tore at her flesh like a ravening beast. Inch-thick welts sprang into prominence on her bottom cheeks and the back of her thighs and her tears dripped down onto the bedspread, staining the satin with sorrow. Her arse felt as if it was on fire as the tawse struck again and again and the heat permeated her flesh and rose through her body until her mind was clouded with red mist while her pussy leaked copious amounts of love dew down her inner thighs. It was unbearable and yet strangely arousing to suffer so much and Rachel's shrieks and cries deepened as she grew more excited until, as the last few strokes fell, she was pushing her bright red buttocks back into the swinging leather as if to welcome it.

The final stroke whipped across her cheeks and Rachel squealed then cried out in shame as Miss Caine slipped her hand between her companion's thighs and commented cruelly on her wetness to the butler. She removed her hand and then wiped it dry on Rachel's burning bottom cheeks before dismissing Dawson peremptorily. As the door closed behind him, Miss Caine dug deep into a chest by the wall and found a double-ended dildo carved realistically from a single tusk of ivory. She walked back over to the bed and slid onto the soft satin then told Rachel to undress her. Still sobbing as the pain flowed through her body, Rachel fiddled with the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons on the back of her mistress' gown, finally managing to undo them all and slide the garment off.

"Now my chemise, girl," murmured Miss Caine as she leant back on the pillows and watched the slim girl carefully place the gown on the chaise longue. Rachel's fingers shook as she slipped off the silk chemise to reveal her mistress' beautiful body. Her tear-filled eyes looked down at the rounded breasts tipped with coral crowns as Miss Caine reached out suddenly and pulled her down by her long, blonde hair until her face was buried between her mistress' thighs.

Rachel willingly licked and sucked on the slick folds of her mistress' pussy, teasing the lips open and then wiggling her tongue up inside and tasting her while the sweet scent overwhelmed her senses. Strong thighs closed around her head trapping her in pleasure and perfection and she nibbled away at the tiny but throbbing bud of Miss Caine's clit, delighting in every second spent pleasing her mistress. Her heart seemed to beat in tune with her mistress' clitoris as she licked it tenderly then nuzzled it gently between her lips until she was pushed away abruptly as Miss Caine slithered the dildo down through her dark curls and teased her pussy folds before sliding it smoothly inside her body. Rachel watched in fascination as the thick head parted the delicate pink pussy lips then glided in deeper. Inch after inch was swallowed up effortlessly by the woman's slick slit but more remained outside, curving up so that it looked like Miss Caine had a prick of her own. Reaching down, her mistress grabbed Rachel by the hair and pulled her forward against the bulbous end of the phallus and pushed it against her lips. Opening wide, Rachel sucked on the cool ivory knob, lubricating it with her saliva as she shivered with pleasurable fear as she thought about how large it was going to feel in her tight anal tube when Miss Caine speared it up inside her.

"I am going to make you truly mine now, Rachel, as I am going to take your virginity," Miss Caine announced, smiling at the fear that flashed through her submissive servant's ocean-blue eyes. Ordering the girl to straddle her thighs, Miss Caine gentled her shivering body with soft strokes of her hands, teasing her fingers over the pert breasts and caressing her nipples with her nails before she trailed them down the flat stomach, through the blonde bush at the base of her belly and then along the soaking, slippery slit. She eased two fingers inside and slithered them in and out slowly, feeling the tightness of her companion's quim as it clenched around her thrusting digits. Rachel's body quivered and soft sighs seeped from between her parted lips as Miss Caine stroked her thumb over the swollen nub at the top of her pussy, making it throb and pulse with desire.

"Lift your hips up, girl," commanded Miss Caine eventually after removing her fingers and, stifling a sob of fear, Rachel complied, swallowing hard as the blunt, rounded head of the dildo pressed into the centre of her body. She found herself almost hypnotised by her mistress' jade-green eyes as they stared right at her, drinking in every emotion that flickered through her own as the ivory cock slithered in slowly but remorselessly until the bulbous knob was lodged firmly just an inch or so inside her pussy.

"You are in charge now, Rachel," whispered her mistress. "Lower those hips when and if you are ready and take the dildo inside you further."

Rachel hesitated, allowing her body to adjust to the strange but delicious feeling of having her pussy folds parted so widely. The next step was irrevocable and Miss Caine was leaving it up to her to decide whether she should take it or not. Hands reached out and stroked her again, brushing over her erect nipples and sending flashes of arousal down to her pussy and then Miss Caine eased her own body upwards a little so that she could cup Rachel's heated arse cheeks. Fingers delved in between, locating her anal bud and then one slipped inside and Rachel gasped and sank down a little, allowing an inch of the thick knob to push further into her quivering quim. Every sense seemed to be in overdrive as the blunt head of the dildo started to press painfully against the thin, threatened barrier of her hymen and Rachel started to breathe quickly and shallowly.

"For me," whispered her mistress, sitting up as far as she could so that she could press her soft lips onto her companion's. She swallowed up Rachel's scream of intense pain as the girl surrendered totally, giving up her virginity for her mistress by sinking her hips down and accepting more of the ivory cock into her tightness. Tears poured down Rachel's cheeks as the dildo penetrated the gossamer-thin barrier that separated her from womanhood and then came a rush of pleasure along with a trickle of blood that stained their conjoined bodies bright crimson.

After long moments of frantic kissing, Miss Caine scooped up some of the virgin blood on her fingers and daubed her submissive's face with it before licking the tangy sauce off. Then she kissed Rachel again, tongues twining in a dance of desire as she started to thrust in and out of the sore, stretched slit, cupping the girl's hot arse cheeks in both hands then letting them drop so that the dildo impaled her fully. Rachel lost herself in ecstasy as the thickness rubbed painfully yet pleasurably against her innards. She came within seconds then again and again as Miss Caine continued to drive in and out, bucking her hips up and forwards as she crushed her submissive servant to her, squashing their breasts together. A rush of hot breath wafted into Rachel's wide open mouth as her mistress came too and they writhed and wriggled together on the twin-headed dildo, coating it with their slick secretions until they both collapsed in exhaustion onto the soft satin bedspread.