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 ï>¿Camping in France A Story in the The Secret World of Josie Crupper
Universe by Josie Crupper

   Chapter 1 Posted: September 04, 2009 - 08:21:53 am Clare and I had been
talking about a camping trip for months.  A chance to leave the city and
it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France;
that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found
anywhere in Europe.  If there was, we thought it must be in central France,
away from the family campsites and crowds of tourists that drive on through
and flock to the crowded coasts. We arrived on the outskirts of Cressy,
Burgundy in Clare's old Citroen after a long six-hour drive.  It was late
on a Saturday afternoon, and the bell in the old church was calling its
message to the village faithful as we parked in the central square watched
by three old men sipping tall, chilled glasses of white pastis outside a
little cafe.  Offering a friendly wave, we hoisted our packs and hiked off
towards the woodland in search of a place to pitch our tent. The village of
Cressy was beautiful and before leaving, we stopped in a little store and
bought long loaves of crusty bread that smelt delicious, hard local cheese
and of course several bottles of good red wine to celebrate the first night
of our holiday. Once out of the village, a path led through the woods and
opened into rolling hills covered with crops of sunflowers; their yellow
faces following the progress of the hot June sun.  We tramped along
chatting happily for nearly two hours and then, just as the light was
beginning to fade to the golden hue of evening, we came across the perfect
camping spot. It was an open grassy area, close to a small river and
overshadowed by a large willow bowing its head towards the slowly setting
sun, it was perfect, and as the last rays painted the sky a fiery red, we
sat at rest with the tent up and a small cheery fire.  A bottle of wine was
opened and we began to get pleasantly drunk, giggling and talking the
evening away - it really felt like we had found our Shangri-La. I've known
Clare for about three years.  We both work in the same bank but in
different departments so only get to socialise outside of the office.  I
have always thought she was pretty.  She has a slim build and, at first
glance, you might think she is still in her teens when actually you would
be out by a good ten years.  Firelight reflected from an elfish face with
startling blue eyes and full lips that were quick to smile.  Her best
feature, which I wouldn't have dwelt upon that evening camping under the
stars, but now some six months after the camping trip I do, are her long,
beautiful legs that by the fire were curled beneath her.  Most of that
evening, while we became more drunk and giggly, was spent talking about the
men in our office and how-on-earth a girl was supposed to find a good and
decent one in this crazy modern world.  It was fun and quite magical night
that had us both becoming closer even if, at that point, it was still only
as friends. We awoke the next morning to the sounds of birds in the trees,
the gentle rippling of water in the river, and the sound of a car engine
coming to a stop close to the tent. 'Josie, someone's outside, 'whispered
Clare.  She was sitting up, scrambling to get out of her sleeping bag.
'Calm down, ' I answered sleepily.  'It's probably just the farmer checking
his river hasn't run away.' I giggled and then sat upright as a voice
intruded. 'Bonjour?' The voice was female and sounded cross.  'Est-ce que
quelqu'un est dedans là?' Whoever it was shook the tent. 'Wait!  We're
coming, we're coming, ' called Clare.  She unzipped the doorway and I
followed her wonderful smooth legs and barely covered bottom out of the
tent into the blinding light of early morning. A woman was standing just a
few feet away and she appeared to be angry. 'Anglais?  Parlez vous
Francais? Non ...  tipique!' She glared at us and I began to feel foolish.
We were both in skimpy t-shirts and knickers and I suddenly felt
underdressed as this intimidating woman studied us. 'DÃ(C)solÃ(C)s ... 
errr ...  nous sommes...  ' I began, but she interrupted me. 'Don't worry
your pretty little head, English.  I speak your language and I don't want
to hear you murder mine.  What do you do here?  This place is private, no
camping.  It is wrong that you are here.' Her accent was strong but she
obviously had a greater command of English than I did of French.  She
glanced around and shook her head in dismay at our desecration of her land
and then, when she saw the fire, she grabbed my arm and pulled me around.
'Hey, ' I cried. 'What is this?  You think to fire this whole field? 
Stupid English girls.' I tore my arm back.  'Listen.  We're sorry.  We
didn't mean any harm.  We'll just pack up and leave.' I turned back to the
tent but then heard Clare squeal. 'Let me go, ' Clare was struggling in the
woman's grasp but she was too small to break free.  'Please!' 'No, you must
come with me.  La Gendarmes must be told.' 'Listen, you let her go or I'll
hit you.' I snatched up a saucepan and stood brandishing it, ready to clout
this rude woman if she didn't let Clare go.  Things had gone too far.  I
couldn't see what we had done wrong but if we had to leave then we would
leave, but she had no right to bully us. 'So you wish to assault me now,
eh? You make things worse you know.' Calming herself, the woman pushed
Clare to the ground.  Clare scampered over to me and I threw down the
saucepan and began pulling our clothes from the tent. 'Come on, Clare. 
Let's get dressed.  We'll find a much nicer place than this, ' I promised.
I turned my back on the woman as I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped on my
bra and a blouse, and finally stepped into a skirt.  As I put on my make-up
she appeared ready to explode but I ignored her - I wasn't going anywhere
without make-up! 'Hurry, ' insisted the awful French woman.  'Clear your
things.  I will drive you to the village.' She watched us as we silently
dressed and then packed up our little campsite.  As I threw things into my
pack, I studied her from the corner of my eye.  She was about forty and was
wearing riding clothes; tight britches, high snug polished riding boots and
a white blouse.  Her chestnut hair was long and flowing hair, she would
have been extremely attractive if she smiled rather than glaring at us. I
made a show of cleaning the fire, scattering the large stones we had used
to form a fireplace and in the end, there was only a small circle of
blackened earth to show we had ever been there. 'I am Madam Renard, you
will call me Madam ...  come.' She turned, strode to her car, and opened
the back for our packs, obviously expecting us to follow and do as we were
told. 'Oh, come on, Josie, ' hissed Clare.  'Let's just go.' I shrugged,
and then nodded.  'Okay I won't make trouble.' I followed Clare to the car
but when she wasn't looking, I glared at Madam Renard, bobbed a fake
curtsey, and said 'Thank you, Madam, ' in a lilting voice.  I don't think
she realised I was making fun of her stern manner.  She merely nodded, got
into the car and started the engine.  The moment Clare and I got into the
back seats, we set off, bouncing down a dusty track between fields of
sunflowers - I remember think what a shame it was that she had to spoil our
little holiday like this. We had been driving for about ten minutes when I
realised we were actually going away from where the village must be. 
'Where are we going?' I asked, leaning forward so she could hear me over
the squeaking and rumbling of the car.  'The village ...  Cressy, is in the
other direction isn't it? She glanced back at me, muttered something in
French and then, waving ahead into the distance, said.  'The road is this
way, not through the forest ...  I cannot drive through trees, n'est pas
... comprenez, ' she tapped her head.  'You understand, English girl?'
'Bitch, ' I muttered, and then felt better as Clare's hand found mine,
feeling a strange, small thrill at our intimate contact and the way our
bare knees were touching as the car bounced along. Another ten minutes of
driving and we finally bumped up from the fields onto a gravel path and
drove past a beautiful lake with swans gliding across the surface between
ornamental lilies towards a huge intimidating chateau.  A gardener stood
with head bowed as we passed and then we were driving through gates and
pulled up in an inner courtyard. 'Wow, ' exclaimed Clare as she got out of
the car.  'This place is incredible.  Where are we?' Slamming the car door,
Madam Renard tossed the keys to a waiting maid and called over her
shoulder. 'Welcome to Chateau de la Bouche.' She made a mocking bow. 
'Please, enter, you are my guests.' 'I thought we were going back to Cressy
to get our car?' I called.  Madam Renard stopped on the steps to the house
and turned around.  It was pretty obvious she wasn't used to being
questioned and I was beginning to annoy her. 'We are going to the village
...  soon.  I need to fetch a few things and then we will be away.  Please,
for a short while, be welcome in my home.' The Chateau really was fabulous
- this was old France.  I even stopped thinking about its nasty owner who
had disappeared giving orders to the maid to make us comfortable - my
French is bad but I could understand most of what was being said.  The maid
was in her late forties and dressed in a traditional maid's uniform - black
dress, cut a little short, with white lace apron and bonnet, and black
seamed stockings - she looked quite sweet as she smiled and ushered us in.
Old portraits and tapestries adorned the walls of a long impressive hallway
and we gazed about, taking in the rich opulence like the tourists we were.
'My name is Claudette.  I will bring you drinks in the...  ' she thought
for a moment to find the right word, ' ...  in the summer room.' She
smiled. 'Iz nice room, you come with me.' We followed her through a
succession of rooms and corridors, finally ending up in a beautiful sitting
room decorated in pale, pastel greens.  The sun was streaming in through
lace curtains that billowed gently with the summer breeze - it really was a
nice room.  It smelt old and musty from the leather furniture and polished
wood that filled the room but it was clean and welcoming and spoke of times
long past. Claudette disappeared and returned a few moments later holding a
tinkling tray of glasses and an icy jug and she poured two glasses that we
gratefully accepted.  The lemonade was ice cold, sweet and delicious - we
drank several glasses. I remembered drinking the lemonade ...  but then the
room became hazy and I remember sitting down on a leather couch. The next
thing I knew, was looking at Madam Renard now wearing a dress.  She was
smiling at me, sitting on a chair opposite.  I tried to focus my eyes and
felt strange. 'Well, my naughty girls.  The way I see our little situation
is that I found two pretty, lesbian girls camping on my land.  You were
touching, kissing and playing with each other in your little tent, away
from prying eyes, yes?' I tried to say no, to shake my head, but I couldn't
move.  Clare and I were friends, not lovers ...  and why couldn't I move?
'Oh, yes.' She smiled and crossed her legs, smoothing her dress with a
satisfied air.  'There was a little something in your drinks that will make
you easier for me to play with ...  and to punish you.  You will find that
you can only move or say something when I give you a direct order, or at
least that is what Claudette has assured me.' She glanced to the maid who
smiled and nodded happily.  'We will see.' I felt a tremor of fear run
through me. 'It all sounds rather delicious really, ' she went on.  'Shall
we see how much control we have?  You.' She pointed at me.  'I think you
should put your hand on your friend's leg ...  do it.' Without meaning to,
my head glanced down beside me to look at Clare's legs.  I saw her short
yellow skirt lying just above her pretty, pink knees, and watched in horror
as my hand moved across to rest on her right leg, my fingers slipped gently
between warm thighs.  It felt strange to be touching her like this and I
wanted to pull my hand away, but couldn't. ' ...  and move your hand up,
push her skirt a little higher ...  good.' Beside me, Clare wasn't moving
and I couldn't see her face.  Whether I liked it or not my attention was on
her legs. 'Open your legs a little for your friend.' This was to Clare and
I watched as her legs spread obediently to the command. 'Pull your skirt
higher ...  that's right, good girl.' I saw Clare's hands grip the hem of
her skirt and lift it high.  I then gazed in horror as my hand slid up
Clare's inner thigh until my fingers were brushing her white knickers.  I
felt hot and terribly uncomfortable to be touching her like this, and I
dreaded the next instruction from our tormentor. 'You, girl.  What is your
name?' 'Clare, ' came the whispered response. 'You may address me as Madam
...  and what is your friend's name?' 'Josie, Madam.' ' ...  and have you
ever seen Josie's breasts, Clare?' There was a pause.  'Yes, Madam, '
mumbled Clare's voice. 'Of course you have.  Have you ever touched them?'
'No, Madam.' 'Well I don't think we can believe that.  Josie, expose your
breasts for Clare.  Let us see if she remembers touching them.' 'Yes,
Madam, ' I heard myself answer, and then felt myself scoot to the front of
the cushion and turn towards Clare.  I couldn't stop myself.  We looked
calmly at each other as my fingers began undoing the tiny buttons of my
blouse.  Despite my fear, my hands weren't trembling and, all too soon, I
was pulling the blouse open and pushing it to the sides.  My fingers
continued to the front-opening clasp of my bra and it quickly sprang
undone. I pushed the cotton bra-cups out of the way and pushed my naked
chest towards Clare. There was silence as all eyes gazed at my breasts, the
rapidly hardening nipples, and the blush forming on both my chest and face.
'You have beautiful breasts, Josie.  Doesn't she Clare?' 'Yes, Madam.'
Clare was staring, round eyed at my chest.  My breasts are 36D cup, much
larger than Clare's sweet little buds.  I heard Madam Renard walk over
behind me and then she was reaching down, cupping my breasts in her hands,
taking the weight of them and offering the nipples forward.  I watched
Clare's face as she was forced to watch me being molested. 'I'm sure you
would like to suck one of those big nipples into your mouth, wouldn't you
Clare?' ' ...  yes, Madam, ' whispered Clare.  She slowly moved towards my
left nipple until she was close enough that I could feel warm breath caress
the puckered skin. 'Lick her nipple, Clare.' I watched as my friend licked
my nipple ...  it tickled. 'Suck it into your mouth, Clare.' With her eyes
locked on mine, Clare opened her mouth and slowly took my nipple into her
mouth.  It was warm and wet and I could feel her softly sucking.  I wanted
to groan.  As Clare sucked one nipple, Madam Renard rolled and pulled at
the other and I could feel my pussy getting wet - I felt so ashamed. 'Both
of you stand up, and then turn to face each other.' I felt myself stand and
then turn towards Clare.  She was still staring at my chest and I felt
another blush colour my face as my breasts bounced slightly with the
movement. There was a chatter of conversation from the two French women but
I didn't catch any of it as I gazed into Clare's eyes and wondered
fearfully what would happen to us. 'Turn back to face me.' 'Yes, Madam, '
we chorused, and without doing anything, my body turned and I was standing,
hands at my sides, looking down at Madam Renard now once again seated in
front of us.  The only part of me that I had any control over were my eyes
and I looked on as Madam Renard smiled up at us in delight.  'This is
wonderful.' She clapped her hands in delight.  'Two delicious English girls
to do whatever I wish with.' She stood up and walked over to me.  'Kiss me
passionately, English slut.' I watched as her face came slowly towards me,
felt my mouth open to receive her probing tongue, and then her lips, soft
and sticky with red lipstick, were on mine - I felt myself respond
hungrily. Her hands began squeezing my breasts, roughly mauling them before
tugging painfully on each nipple.  Finally, the kiss was broken and she
stepped back and turned her attention to Clare.  I couldn't see them but
could hear the kiss and could see Claudette, the maid watching happily as
her Mistress abused my friend. Madam Renard stepped back into view wiping
the corner of her mouth with a satisfied air.  She sat down in an armchair
and crossed her legs. 'I think we must find you each a uniform like
Claudette's, no?  But for now, let us see what we have with you two.  Lift
your skirts for me, hold them up high.' My body responded, doing as it was
told. ' ...  and legs apart a little more ...  good.' I felt my hands go
down to the hem of my skirt, grasp it, and lift until my nipples were
brushing the backs of my hands.  It felt degrading and humiliating.  I
looked on, wishing I could cry as the two older women stared at us.  I
could feel my nipples hardening and goose-bumps rise all over my body.
Claudette said something to Madam Renard and received a nod of approval in
response.  With a smile, she ran happily forward, firstly to Clare, then a
moment later to me.  Cold hands fumbled for the edge of my knickers and
worked them down to around my knees.  As she rose in front of me, her hand
cupped my pussy.  I had shaved all my pussy hair before leaving for the
holiday, even the tiny strip that I usually left.  The older woman's hand
briefly made intimate contact and inside I screamed, turned and ran. 
Unfortunately, however, my body wouldn't allow it and I remained where I
was, staring into her smiling face; my knickers around my knees, holding up
my skirt as her finger started to- 'Claudette, ne soyez pas, villain! 
Don't be bad, come here this instant.' 'Oui, Madam.' Claudette returned
sheepishly to her employer's side. 'Sit back on the couch girls and display
your vagin for me ...  how do you say?  your vaginas please.' I could feel
Clare beside me as we sat back on the couch and brought our knees up, our
knickers sliding down to our ankles as we opened our legs and displayed our
naked, exposed vaginas together.  Madam Renard stood up and came closer to
inspect us. 'So pretty, such pretty flowers you have, girls.  Touch each
other, open each other for me.' We moved closer together, our legs touching
and crossing as we sought each other's naked vaginas.  My hand moved over
soft warm skin searching for Clare's pussy as her hand move across my leg,
cool as it sought the base of my thigh.  Her fingers were soon dancing
softly across my pussy lips as she parted the folds of my vagina while I
parted hers, feeling the moist warmth of her open flesh.  A moan of desire
filled me and was glad it never made it to my still lips.  There we
remained as Madam Renard and Claudette studied us.  Reaching down, Madam
Renard slowly dipped the middle finger of each hand into each of us.  I
felt it sink into me, my vagina welcome it, tightening, seeking to hold her
fast.  I was amazed to realise my sex was so very wet, how easily her
finger had slid into me.  She withdrew her fingers and sucked the
glistening honey from each in turn. 'Mmm, delicious.  To the window please,
girls, ' said Madam Renard, cheerfully.  We both sat up and with knickers
still caught around our ankles, made our way to the window where sunlight
still shone through thin cotton curtains. 'Place your hands on the sill and
push out your bottoms.' There was a smattering of French as our bodies
complied with the request and I felt my skirt flipped up over my back as I
pushed out my bottom.  My body dutifully bent forward, and with straight
legs and bare bottom I gazed out of the window at the courtyard with Madam
Renard's little car in the same spot where we had parked just a short time
ago.  She came up between us and her hand began caressing the cheeks of my
bottom, squeezing and patting, holding my cheeks apart to expose my anus
and vagina.  I knew she must have been doing the same to Clare. 'You are
such naughty girls, you English.' She slapped my bottom hard.  'Such very
naughty girls.' Slap!  Her hand came down again even harder.  'But here in
France you must not just camp where you wish, Slap!  My bottom tingled from
the impact but my body wasn't moving. 'You must be punished.' Slap, slap,
slap!  It was hard, and it hurt, and I felt a tear come to my eye. 'You ...
come here!' She must have been talking to Clare, as my body remained prone
to her hand. Slap Slap Slap! 'Lick her here.' I felt movement between my
legs and then someone, Clare, began licking my bottom.  At first, her wet
tongue licked over each cheek, cooling the fire from the spanking, but then
she was directed between the soft cheeks and her tongue was lapping at my
anus.  I blushed as I realised what my friend was being made to do and that
I was actually enjoying the experience.  I wanted to die but the tongue
continued, pushing its way in past my tight sphincter.  Her hands spread
the cheeks of my bottom further, allowing more access to me, but then she
was pulled away. 'You ...  Josie, do the same to Clare.' I rose, and turned
in time to see Clare stand up and bend over with her hands on the
windowsill.  Almost in a daze, I went down on my knees behind her, spread
the cheeks of her pert little bottom and gazed at her puckered brown hole
as my face came closer.  It was musky.  A feeling of revulsion was ignored
by my captive body, my tongue came out, and I began lapping hungrily at her
asshole. 'Her vagin as well, mon cherie.  Yes, like that.' I licked from
Clare's ass, down past her gaping wet vagina to her clitoris and the
carefully trimmed, soft hair of her pussy before moving up again.  The
muskiness of her ass soon mixing with the sweeter taste of her vagina and I
realised I was loving doing this to Clare, I couldn't get enough of her. 
My hands spread her bottom further but then a flush of despair filled me as
I was pulled up painfully by the hair before I could do more. 'Back beside
your friend, Josie.' Slap, Slap Slap!  For a few moments, our bottoms were
spanked hard, the heat inflaming the cheeks of my bottom but also lighting
a fire deep in my sex.  I knew my vagina was now very wet and I was
incredibly aroused and actually I wanted more - it was so confusing, and
then Madam Renard stopped and was standing between us again, staring out of
the window.  It was as if all three of us were intent upon something in the
chateau grounds, but in fact, Madam Renard was manoeuvring her thumb deep
into my anus and three fingers into my sopping wet vagina.  She began
fucking both my holes and I knew she was doing the same to Clare.  The
fucking continued for some time before I realised Madam Renard was
breathing heavily.  In the reflection of the window, I caught sight of
Claudette behind Madam Renard.  She had raised her mistress dress and was
licking and fucking her with a large glass dildo - a few moments later
Madam Renard had a loud, powerful orgasm, removed her hands from Clare and
I without saying a word, and then left the room. Silence enveloped us and
it seemed like an eternity passed.  Eventually, Clare spoke. 'Josie?  Josie
I can move again.' I tested my own abilities but still couldn't move or
even speak. Clare slowly stood up next to me.  'Josie?  Can you still not
move?  Oh you poor thing.' I felt her hand smooth down my skirt, covering
my bottom and I felt incredibly grateful to her.  'That was ...  amazing.'
I felt confused.  How could she think that ordeal was amazing?  My
confusion turned to shock as her hand cupped my left breast and squeezed.
She rolled my nipple between her fingers and it hardened as my
embarrassment took over again. I was starting to get control now as the
drug lost its grip on me.  I slowly turned my head towards Clare and her
face filled my view as she kissed me softly on the lips, her tongue forcing
me to open my mouth. She whispered.  'Stay as you are ...  please ...  just
for a moment.' I did as she asked and felt her cup my bottom, her finger
slipped into my wet vagina and I finally heard a moan escape my lips as a
second finger joined the first and began exploring the wet folds of my sex.
'We should get out of here ...  leave.' Despite my words, I remained bent
over, pushing my bottom out for her attention. 'But I want to stay.'
'What?' I stood up and slowly turned around.  'You want to stay here?' 'We
can run any time.  I want to be made to play more with you, Josie.' 'We can
play on our own, Clare ...  we don't need her to make us ...  let's just
get out of here.' 'Please, Josie...  ' The door opened and Madam Renard
walked back in.  She stopped when she saw we had regained control of our
bodies, and for a few moments, nothing was said.  Claudette came back in
carrying two uniforms on hangers. The maid smiled at us.  'Show madam that
you are good obedient maids.  Lift your skirts for her ...  do it now.' She
clapped her hands.  Clare and I turned towards each other and I watched as
a small smile played across Clare's features. 'Please, ' she whispered.  We
turned back to Madam Renard and slowly lifted our skirts in submission.

   We stayed the summer with Madam Renard.  I liked wearing the Maid's
uniforms we were given, and we were forced to do even more awful things for
Madam Renard ...  should I tell you more? Chapter 2 I felt a bit silly,
bordering on ridiculous dressed like this ...  but I was also very aroused,
especially when I caught glimpses of my reflection in the large floor
length mirror. The maids' uniform I was putting on had been designed to
show off my body in an erotic sexual way to an observer - it wasn't meant
to be comfortable.  It wasn't one of those cheep uniforms you can buy in
any internet costume site, designed for hen nights or fancy dress parties.
The crisp black uniform with exquisite white lace trim that I was
struggling to piece together, was cut from expensive French silk, fashioned
in such a way that the bodice, that only just covered my nipples, pushed my
breasts up to offer ample cleavage and leaving my upper chest and shoulders
exposed.  It was drawn tightly around my waist with laces like those you
might find binding a corset.  It felt restrictive, but it was a beautiful
dress. Clare and I had to help each other, fitting it properly before tying
off the laces at the back.  The skirt part, which was short, was heavily
starched and layered over more stiff white lace to stand out rather than
fall down to cover out stocking-tops.  It felt awkward and uncomfortable to
wear and I stifled a giggle as the unbidden image of me flicking a feather
duster about dressed like Fifi the French maid flashed across my mind ...
and then I sobered, realising that was probably what Madam Reynard was
expecting of us. 'What are we doing here, Clare?' I tried to still the
fleeting tremble of panic that fluttered through me. Clare flashed me a
smile but chose to say nothing as she clipped the suspender tops to her
sheer black stockings. 'Oh, God, Clare ...  are we lesbians now?' 'Maybe, '
murmured Clare. I took a moment to gaze at my reflection as Clare, finally
finished with her stockings and stood silently beside me. 'This thing
doesn't feel right, ' she murmured and reached up to adjust her little
white lace hair-band making sure the black silk bow was sitting flat.  I
noticed that as she peered at her reflection, a pretty frown creasing her
brow  -" she looked so incredible  -" I was happy being a lesbian as long
as I was with her. 'We do look amazing.' I giggled gazing at the two saucy
French maids in the mirror.  I gave a little curtsey and Clare copied me.
We hugged each other giggling and, for the moment at least, I forgot my
trepidation at this huge change in my lifestyle. We returned to regard the
reflection of the two maids, their legs impossibly long and sexy as they
perched high on black stilettos, their black stockings held with slender
suspender straps and the tantalising area of skin exposed between
stocking-top and skirt. 'My boobs aren't big enough to carry this off.  I
wish I had breasts like yours.' 'I love your breasts, Clare.  I think you
look incredible.  I just can't believe we're dressed like this; it's
embarrassing.' 'It's not really something we'd wear back home, is it.'
Clare giggled.  'But we do look good.' The uniforms gave us a deliciously
lewd, naughty look and I knew that, despite my puritanical misgivings, I
was becoming very aroused.  Reaching down, I tightened the straps of the
suspender belt.  The short petticoats of the dress rustled as I pushed them
aside.  The suspender straps were also in black silk, each with a little
black bow above clip - I loved the incredible quality of the uniform and
especially these small design touches. I bent forward to smooth my stocking
and felt Clare's hand reach under my skirt and caress my bottom - a shiver
ran through me. 'Clare!' I pretended to be cross but couldn't help smiling
as I allowed her to continue, feeling her hand flutter across my naked
bottom before her fingers dipped between my thighs to caress my pussy
through the thin veil of my black silk knickers.  I sighed and closed my
eyes wanting her to push the soft material to the side and slide a finger
into my aching wet cunt, but she withdrew her hand back. 'I'm sorry Josie
it's just...  ' I stood and reached out a finger, silencing her with a
touch to the lips, and she came forward to kiss me  -" her beautiful face
coming slowly towards me.  Deep red lipstick, dark mascara and liner,
sultry grey/blue eye shadow to enhance her blue eyes.  My heart fluttered
as I sought to lose in the moment. 'Filles non!' Claudette marched into the
room and placed the tray she was carrying on the side table before pulling
us apart shaking her finger at us.  'You are here for Madam Reynard.  There
will be work to be done, and games to play, but games are only in the
presence of Madam.  Now, I will explain a few simple rules for your stay
here at Chateau de la Bouche.  You may leave at any time ...  nobody will
stop you, but if you leave without permission you may not return.  Do you
understand?' 'Yes, Madam, ' we chorused. 'Non, I am not the madam, you will
refer to me as Claudette.' She smiled reassuringly. 'Yes, Claudette.' As I
have already mentioned, you must only play when you're being watched  -"
either by Madam or by one of her guests.  At any time that you're being
watched, you will appear as sexual and arousing as you are able.  Both
Madam Reynard and myself will be on hand to instruct you in the early days.
Let me give you an example.  When bending over, to dust or pick something
up, you will maintain straight legs so that your skirt rises prettily and
your bottom is presented.  When serving at table, you will allow your
cleavage to be displayed and you will also bend forward keeping your legs
straight.  If you are ever touched, you will continue whatever you are
doing unless instructed otherwise.  Do you understand all so far?' 'Yes,
Claudette.' 'Good girls.  Should you do anything wrong, or break something,
then you will be punished.  Do you understand that?' 'Yes, Claudette.'
'Well, you both look very presentable.' She reached out and tugged my dress
slightly lower to expose the top of my nipples; I blushed and managed to
stop myself from instantly pulling the bodice back up.  'Much better, my
dear.  Now, both of you lift your skirts; show me your under-things...  '
Now totally embarrassed, we shyly lifted our skirts, gathering the short
folds of starched cloth to expose our tiny black knickers. ' ...  and lower
your undergarments.' We both hesitated, blushing furiously at the request,
but then I lowered my knickers to the top of my stockings and stood back
up, gathering my skirts again to show my newly shaven pussy and moments
later, Clare did the same. 'Very pretty.  Each morning you will shave each
other.  You may leave a small amount of hair upon your pubis, if you wish,
but the area around your vagina and anus must be without hair and soft.  Do
you understand?' 'Yes, Claudette.' 'Good girls, you may recover your
undergarments.  And now, I will offer you a little advice about your
attitude.  Although at all times you must do as you are told, Madam Reynard
finds it especially ...  how do you say ...  desirable, if you appear shy
and hesitant whenever you find yourself in a sexual situation ... 
compreneze ...  do you understand?' 'Yes, Claudette.' Clare's hand found
mine and I knew that neither of us would have any problems appearing shy or
indeed hesitant ...  she was trembling as much as me. 'Very well, let us
see shall we?  I would like you both to lower your ...  how do you say
properly in your English, knickers?  And then to turn around and bend over
...  do it now.' She smiled encouragingly, folded her arms and waited
expectantly. 'No ...  please, Claudette.  That's rude ...  you can't make
us do that, ' cried Clare wringing her hands. 'We can't, Claudette. 
Please...  ' I echoed 'Please don't make us ...  You can't...  ' 'Do it!'
With little need to appear reluctant, we both turned our backs on Claudette
and bent slowly forward.  I was trembling with renewed shame and real
nerves and that little voice claiming to be my sanity was screaming at me
that this was wrong!  This was rude and disgusting to be displaying myself
like this to another woman  -" however, the new lesbian slut in me managed
to ignore the impulse to run.  Reaching under my skirt with trembling
fingers, I fumbled for the edges of my knickers and slowly slid them down
until they touched the tops of my stockings feeling the cool play of air
across my bare bottom and exposed pussy.  As I moved my legs a little
further apart and felt the lips of my vagina open I felt such a slut. We
stayed like that, legs straight, leaning forward with our hands pinning our
knickers to our knees as Claudette moved closer.  Her fingers fluttered
across my bare bottom before finding my pussy and lightly parting the folds
of my vagina.  There was a small yelp from Clare beside me, and then
Claudette pushed two fingers into my cunt and I gasped feeling the muscles
of my vagina close around her fingers. 'Good little girls ...  but do not
move.' I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles allowing her fingers slowly
to withdraw before just as slowly, push back in making me sway on my heels.
The fingers withdrew completely and beside me, Clare groaned. 'Stand and
turn around.' We did as we were told, pulling our knickers back up as we
did so.  Claudette was smiling, holding her hands out to us, fingers
glistening with juices from our pussies. 'You will clean.  Come ...  come.'
She held out the fingers that had been in Clare's cunt and pushed them into
my mouth.  I sucked them, savouring the sticky muskiness  -" the delicious
lewd depravity of the action making me feel at once so awful, yet also so
wonderful.  Claudette smiled in satisfaction at the way I succumbed to her
demands. 'You are a good little slut.' Satisfied her fingers had been
cleaned she removed them from my mouth and then pushed down the right cup
of my dress, fully exposing my right breast.  She took hold of my nipple,
lifted my breast and folded down the fabric of the dress beneath to provide
support.  My nipple was hard and erect, even before she wiped the juices
from her other hand, the juices from my own vagina all over my nipple and
surrounding breast.  Turning to Clare, she took a handful of her hair and
then drew her face gently towards my chest. 'Clean her.' Clare complied,
lapping at my sticky breast, sucking as much into her mouth as she could,
her tongue teasing over my nipple before searching for more of my juices
around the edge of my breast.  As I gasped, she moaned and Claudette
laughed.  'You English sluts ...  such dirty girls, yes?  I tell Madam how
I caught you I think ...  come!' Pulling Clare around by the hair, she
reached out and took hold of my nipple.  It was wet from Clare's attention
and it slipped from between her fingers.  Her hand lashed out, she slapped
my breast and I cried out, more from the shock than any pain. She smiled at
me and I was confused.  'Dry yourself, little slut.' 'Yes, Claudette.' I
wiped my hand across my exposed flesh a few times wishing I could cover my
breast.  Reaching out once more, she took a firm hold on my nipple and drew
me after her as she marched from the room. It was hard to walk, being
pulled like this.  If I didn't keep up it only resulted in Claudette
pulling harder on my nipple, which hurt, so I tottered on as best I could.
Beside her, Clare was also having trouble forced to walk bent forward
dragged by her hair. At last, we came to a library and stumbled in as a
sobbing untidy group.  Claudette let us both go and Clare stood up beside
me rubbing at her hair.  I held my breast wincing at the sting and gazed
about at the shelves of books that lined the walls of this new room of the
chateau.  There was a long table in the centre with chairs drawn up to it
and two leather armchairs close to an unlit fire.  Sitting with legs
crossed in one of the armchairs was Madam Reynard wearing a short black
dress, now looking every inch the dominating Mistress that she was.  She
stared at us without expression and I tried to judge what mood she might be
in, but it was taking a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom.  The
windows were shuttered and candles from three large candelabras, set it
different points around the room, offered the only light. 'How sweet you
look, but you must arrange your uniforms, girls.  My lesbian slut maids who
will do anything to be fucked by their mistress.' 'Madam...  ' Claudette
tried to explain our entrance but Madam Reynard held up a hand to silence
her.  Feeling a little relieved, I covered my tortured breast and smoothed
down my uniform.  Beside me, Clare did the same, adjusting one of the
clasps from her suspender belt that had come undone, and then pushing her
fingers through her hair.  I re-clipped one of my own stockings realising
it was on opportunity to pose for Madam Reynard.  I wished I could check my
make-up, hoping my mascara hadn't run and glanced about for a mirror but
couldn't see one. 'That is better girls.  We will start your duties by
having you dust the books.  You will find dusters on the table, be sure to
dust the top shelves especially carefully.' 'Yes, Madam, ' we chorused,
bobbing curtsies.  Following Clare, I took a feather duster from the table,
walked over to the bookcase close to the fire and began to flick the
feathers over the books.  I could feel Madam Reynard watching me as I
dusted and realised I really liked it.  I tried to offer a pretty sight for
her, bending forward with legs held straight whilst pushing out my bottom.
I could feel the tiny skirt rise and the tension on the suspender belt
change and knew that my bottom was very exposed and I must look deliciously
rude.  The slut in me took over fully and I dusted lower, opening my legs a
little further. After a few flicks of the duster I stood straight and began
dusting up towards the upper rows  -" Clare, I realised, was doing much the
same beside me.  I stole a look in her direction and caught her smile,
which I returned knowing she was enjoying herself as much as me ...  yes I
really was enjoying the whole experience. 'You may stand on the chair to
reach the top shelves.' 'Thank you, Madam, ' said Clare. 'Yes, thank you
Madam, ' I echoed, and then taking a chair from the table, brought it back,
set it by the bookcase and climbed on. As I flicked my duster over the top
books, I jumped slightly as I felt a hand run up the inside of my leg. 'Do
not stop.  Keep up your work.' It was Madam Reynard. 'Yes, Madam.' I dusted
on, reaching to the sides feeling as Madam Reynard's hand continued to
climb to my stocking tops, hovering over the area where nylon met skin. 
She took the suspender strap at the back of my leg and snapped it back
against my skin. 'Long, beautiful firm legs, ' she murmured as she touched
me. As I reached once more to the side, I took the opportunity to spread my
legs a little further and felt her hand move up to caress the soft area of
skin at the very top of my inner thigh, barely touching me through my
knickers.  My pussy was wet and I hoped beyond hope that she would draw my
knickers to the side, slide a finger into my cunt and fuck me ...  but she
didn't. She slapped my bottom softly several times eliciting small slap
slap sounds.  'Claudette, expose this ones breasts.  They are big and soft
and should be displayed.' 'Oui, Madam.  You ...  pretty slut, ' she tapped
me on the leg.  'Get down.' Yes, Claudette ...  Madam.' Steadying myself by
holding onto the bookcase, I managed to climb down from the chair,
overcoming my shaking legs, to stand before Claudette. 'Please ...  not ...
please don't do this to me, I...  ' My hands fluttered protectively over my
breasts.  Fear rose inside me again and the play-acting was suddenly very
real.  I was too scared to be exposed like this.  It was all going to fast.
'I'm sorry, but this...  ' 'Be quiet and hold still.  Keep your hands at
your sides.' Slapping my hands down, she pulled down the right cup of my
bodice and, taking hold of my nipple, lifted up my breast so she could fold
down the material to act as support.  I gazed down seeing my breast
supported, offered up, as she let go of the nipple, which became hard and
erect again.  I watched as she repeated the procedure on my left breast. 
Once finished, she fondled each in turn as if arranging them, and then
pinched each nipple hard before waving me back to my dusting.  I stayed at
floor level, my chest feeling exposed and strange, and noticed that as Care
perched on a chair, Madam Reynard's hand was at the top of her legs and, I
suspected, she had a finger or two in her pussy  -" Clare was still dusting
but her face was flushed. 'Keep dusting, girl.' Madam Reynard finished with
Clare and turned back to me.  'Come here.' I stopped dusting and turned to
stand in front of Madam Reynard.  She looked me up and down with a neutral
gaze and I struggled to keep my hands on my lap clutching the duster rather
than covering myself.  Reaching out, she cupped my breasts, lifting them,
feeling their weight.  I felt my face blush and I looked about the room,
trying to mentally distance myself from the embarrassment of having my tits
fondled by this near stranger. 'Beautiful.' She lifted them and let them
fall.  I felt my cold skin pucker as the contact with her warm hands was
lost.  'Move your chest from side to side, let me see them move.'
'Mistress?' 'Do it!  Shake your tities girl, and not too fast.' I did as
she asked, moving my chest from side to side, my breasts swaying and
jiggling as my face became even redder  -" this was so embarrassing ...  so
demeaning.  I saw Clare watching over Madam Reynard's shoulder.  She had
stopped dusting and was staring at my breasts obviously enjoying my
torment. I pushed out my chest just a little more and, looking at her,
continued swaying showing my chest. 'Enough, dear.  Claudette, the clips.'
I gazed in horror as Claudette opened a small wooden box and removed a
length of chain with clips on the ends, evidently destined for my already
engorged nipples. 'No, Mistress, Please don't.' Madam Reynard's hand snaked
out and slapped my left breast and I cried out in shock. 'Silence, girl. 
The clips will not hurt you but the punishment you have brought onto
yourself will.' 'Please don't hurt her, Madam.' Clare blushed as we all
turned to her, still standing on her chair. 'You will come and share her
punishment.  Get down here now.' 'Yes Madam.' 'Firstly, Maid Josie will
wear her nipple clamps and Maid Clare, you will put them on her.  Here... '
She held the chains out to Clare who reluctantly took them. 'I'm sorry,
Josie, ' mumbled Clare.  She sorted the chains out then taking one of the
clamps brought it up to my left breast.  She pinched my nipple, drew it out
from my chest and clipped the tiny clamp onto the stretched flesh. I drew
in a breath as the pain flared through me and I resisted the impulse to
tear it off.  I watched, biting my lip, as she repeated the procedure on my
other nipple.  After a moment, the pain seemed to subside and I found that
it was in fact bearable.  It felt like my nipples were on fire and I was
more aware of them than at any other time. 'Both of you ...  bend over the
table.' We did as she asked, keeping our legs straight and bottoms pushed
out.  Every time I moved and my breasts swayed, new jolts of pain ran
through me.  The fire only subsiding again as I stood bent over, my breasts
hanging freely beneath me.  My knickers were pulled to my knees and a foot
kicked my shoes further apart spreading my legs.  Without any warning, a
spanking began, covering both cheeks of my bottom and down to the insides
of my legs.  I bit my lip again and tried to go with the experience, riding
the pain in my bottom as well as the jolts through my breast as they swayed
with the impact of each slap.  After a few minutes, the spanking finished.
'Stay where you are.' Something cold dribbled between the cheeks of my
bottom.  I felt its slow progress trickling down until it went tickled over
my anus before continuing its run down to my vagina.  I heard Clare groan
next to me and then heard my own voice join hers. 'Silence my little Maid
sluts.  You are going to enjoy this I think.' Something pushed softly
against my anus and I tried to relax, knowing it would go easier if I
allowed whatever it was to enter.  I gasped as the pressure increased
becoming insistent and then it slid in I gasped again as my anus closed
about it, filling me.  Madam Reynard tapped it and shock-waves flowed
through me threatening to buckle my legs.  She took the object and pushed
pulled and turned it for a few minutes but never removing it.  At first I
thought it disgusting, invading to be fucked in the anus like this and then
teased, but I soon began to actually enjoy it and I felt a wash of shame.
'Stand back up and turn around.' Madam Reynard sat back in her armchair and
hitched up her skirt.  'Claudette, come here.' I watched as Claudette got
down on the ground in front of Madam Reynard and began lapping at her
mistress pussy - a smile crossed Madam Reynard's face and she sighed. 
'Kiss each other, you will perform for me.  I want to watch you.' I turned
to Clare and sank into her arms, wincing as my tortured nipples came into
contact with her dress.  She kissed me and I felt her hands immediately
come up and squeeze my breasts sending a fire and urgency through me. 'Find
each others pussies and fuck each other.  I want to see you fuck each
other.' Madam Reynard's voice was deep and husky. My hand moved down, as
did Clare's, and we spent a moment navigating the crush of our bodies.  Her
cunt, when I found it was wet and slick, and as my two finger sank into her
I realised how hot she was and how my own vagina must be like a furnace as
well.  A moment later, two slim fingers sank into my cunt and began sliding
in and out, slowly fucking me, a third finger soon joined them.  I could
feel the hard object, so close to my fingers in Clare's anus, and the one
in mine, hard and unyielding, pushing the cheeks of my bottom apart adding
to the intense experience of the whole thing. Clare broke the kiss and
dipped her head to my nipples, taking first one and then the other into her
mouth, sucking and licking around the clips as one hand held my breast
while the other continued to fuck me.  When the hand on my breast left to
find the object in my ass and move it slowly in and out, I gazed down at
the girl I loved and felt the orgasm begin to rise, ready to explode within
me.  I realised I would let Clare do anything to me, it was her I wanted to
be controlled by and if her command was to follow Madam Reynard then I
would, but Clare would be my mistress.  Now I just had to explain it to
her.