The year is 1852. I am a woman of independent means since I was left by a late aunt, a considerable amount of money and a house when I reached twenty-one years old, ten years ago. It is more than I need, and I try to help others when I can. I employ a number of staff such as a gardener, cook, housekeeper and maid, among others. I pay them well and teach the life skills such a reading, writing and mathematics, whilst my housekeeper helps with teaching practical skills such as sewing, cooking and book-keeping. My staff are thus equipped to move on to better things. However, my maid, Kate, has been with me for seven years since I plucked her from the workhouse at the age of twelve. Now nineteen, Kate helps me with my daily dressing, bathing and other personal tasks.
Recently, Kate was helping me with my normal morning preparations. She filled my bath and was helping me with removing my night clothes, but I could tell that something was bothering her as she seemed to be quieter than usual and quivering slightly. She helped me off with my nightshirt, and I stood naked before her before I stepped into the bath.
“Is something wrong, Kate, dear. You seem distracted.”
“May I speak freely, ma’am?”
“Yes, of course,” I replied.
She was quivering more now.
“Well, ma’am, every day I come to your room, empty your chamber pot, undress you, bathe you. I even trim your lady-hair to keep it tidy, and every day I wash your rubber phallus after you have used it.”
I have only ever had one man in my life, Victor, an artist. Our love was unconsummated, but he was taken from me, before we could marry, by consumption. When he died, there was only one thing left for me by him. I was presented with a box by his solicitor. Upon opening it, I discovered a life-sized rubber phallus with a note to say it was made with love in his own likeness. I use it every day and think of him.
Kate went on.
“Every day, before I wash it, I raise that phallus to my nose to smell your scent and kiss it. Every day, I listen outside your door for the sounds of you using it for your pleasure.”
“In all the time I have worked for you, you have never come near me, and I crave just one touch from you.”
She stopped and sobbed before me.
“Oh, my poor dear,” I said. I opened my arms and drew her towards me. I held her in my arms as she sobbed into my naked shoulder. I held her quivering in my arms until suddenly she stiffened against me, her hips thrust rhythmically into mine, and she let out gasps. I immediately recognized her having a climax in my arms. When it was over, she tore herself away from me and ran sobbing from the room. I was left standing in wonder and moist at what had just happened, and looked for my rubber phallus.
That was the last I saw of Kate for the day, as it was her half-day off.
The next morning, she came into my room looking rather sheepish and went through her usual work: emptying my chamber pot and helping me undress for my bath. When the bath was full and hot, I stood naked and ready to climb in. However, I called Kate to me.
“Please stand before me.”
She did as she was told. I then started to unbutton the bodice of her dress. When that fell to the floor, I undid her bodice and underskirt. Standing before me in her knickers and undershirt, she seemed startled and confused but didn’t complain.
I pulled off her undershirt to reveal beautiful breasts with small, pointy, hard nipples. I then removed her knickers to reveal a great bush of lady-hair. I have to admit that seeing her naked for the first time, standing before me, made me tremble.
“Please, step into the bath for me and sit down. She obeyed, looking highly suspicious.
Once seated, I picked up the sponge and began bathing her neck and shoulders. I moved down to pass the sponge over her breasts, and she let out little gasps. I moved the sponge slowly down her body under the water and sponged her folds and creases, hidden by that lady-hair. At this, she moaned loudly and tipped her head back, eyes closed. Her legs eased apart, giving me greater access, and once again moaned softly, “Oh, ma’am.”
I bathed her for about half an hour and noticed her breathing getting deeper and her moans getting louder. I became aware of the wetness and hotness between my legs.
“Please stand,” I asked.
She stood in the bath, dripping, trying to hide her breasts and lady-hair.
“You are so beautiful, Kate. I wish I could have touched you sooner.”
I towelled her down, paying particular attention to her breasts and folds of her sex.
“Come,” I said, leading her to my bed. She obeyed.
“Sit here and lie back.”
I pushed her thighs apart and reached into my bedside table for a pair of scissors.
“I want you to experience the pleasure you give me every day.”
I started snipping away at her lady-hair. Great clumps fell onto the bed, and after a few minutes, it looked beautiful and tidy. I could clearly see her lips fully swollen with desire and oozing after my touch.
I patted scented powder all over her body, including her sex, but the wetness there would not go away and made the powder clump on the pad. The more I patted it there, the wetter it became.
I dabbed fragrant oil over her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples. I am sure she had never been pampered in such a way in all her life, and her closed eyes and soft whimpers attested to this.
Once more, I reached into my bedside table and grabbed my rubber phallus.
“I want you to feel how I feel when you are listening at my door.”
Her lips were already parted, and her opening clear for me to insert the rubber phallus. With its tip in place, I said, “Just relax. I know you are a virgin, but I will be gentle.”
I pushed, and after a little resistance, all of the phallus was inside her. Kate whimpered.
I began pumping the phallus in and out, getting faster and faster. At the same time, I rubbed her little button. Kate was writhing on the bed, moaning loudly, shouting, “OOOH Ma’am!”
I didn’t stop. Her wetness was covering my hand, and loud wet noises escaped from within.
Soon, she stiffened like yesterday, but this time cried out with pleasure as her climax struck. I kept pumping the phallus until she begged me to stop, and her climax subsided.
I then climbed onto the bed and, with a knee on either side of her head, I lowered my dripping sex onto her face. I dipped forward so that I could bury my face in her sex.
We drank each other’s sex ferociously, nibbling and biting, sucking and flicking until this time we both climaxed onto each other’s faces. We were one writhing, moaning entity, joined by our lips (both sets).
I needed time to recover, so we just lay there planting gentle kisses on each other’s sex.
After a while, I needed more.
“I want to show you what I do when you hear me beyond the door. Sit here against the headboard of the bed.” She obeyed, and I sat against the footboard of the bed, facing her. I opened my legs wide, exposing myself completely so that she could see my opening and its wetness.
Taking the rubber phallus, I inserted it all the way in, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. With one hand, I pumped it into myself and with the other hand, rubbed my sensitive button. I closed my eyes and let out a moan with each thrust.
I pulled out the phallus and let out a loud queef, which made us both laugh. I opened my eyes to see Kate with her fingers inside her opening and also rubbing her button. Her eyes were fixed on my sex. She moved closer to peer at my phallus as it disappeared inside me once more. The heat in my sex was becoming unbearable. I grabbed her hand, placed it on my sex so that she could not avoid inserting her fingers into me. She seemed to have found that special spot, and before I could resist, my climax swept over me once more. Liquid sprayed out of me like never before and soaked her hand. Her other hand was still rubbing herself, and in seconds she also climaxed once more, calling my name over and over again.
Since that day, I have ordered a larger bath where both of us can fit, and I have designed a double rubber phallus that we can both enjoy at the same time.
