Madame's Pet Ch. 03

The few other staff have left me alone for the week. With no Mistress in the house, it was just general maintaining anyway. All of Madame's shoes and Boots had a high shine that I was proud of though, and a speck of dust could not be found in her room. At night, I lay in my own bed. Visions of Claire excite my already active libido. She teases and torments me. I am spanked and smacked and used by men for her amusement, but when she has me, I can see I am her world. She can lock eyes with me and it is just us. I am cherished and treasured. And for a moment she is open to me. Madame hides much from the world; one day she will tell me all.

My hands roamed my belly and down my soft rump. One has cupped my growing breast and softly squeezes. I think of Madame's eyes the first time she tasted that single drop of my milk. Her eyes smiled and she sucked for more. I cradled her head and we just stared at each other. She got maybe two more, but my nipple was extended and engorged as I had never seen it before.

I pulled it now, gently with two fingers, the others pressing the flesh under that ruby cone. There was no suction, so it wasn't the same, but I pulled on my dark red nipple as my other hand delved into my slot. Three fingers were an easy beginning, my sex was so open and hungry. I moaned aloud as they slid as deep as I could, reaching around my belly. How I wish I could roll over and grind my palm between my pussy and the bed.

"Claire, I need you." I cried softly for my Mistress, as I did my best to relieve my frustration.

On Madame's return, I hurried to unpack and put her things away. Emma was dispatched with a single glare from me. Claire did not come to her room but instead visited the stables and the kitchen. I stood at the top of the stairs as she walked by, going towards the study. Claire looked at me... and smiled. Her whole face smiled. Madame's business must have went very well. But did she not know she was torturing me? Her little pet has not seen her for a week and my Madame strolls the grounds as if it was just a day trip to London.

Finally evening came, but Madame did not eat in her room. She did not even come to change. Mr. Preston served her in the dining room, where she sat all alone. It was driving me insane! I am wet all the time, as I have said, but the anticipation of my Madame's being home and using me had my juices flowing and my desire peaked. I couldn't wait any longer. Finally, I sat on the edge of Madame's bed. It was high so that getting my pregnant form back up would be easier than a chair.

I lifted the pleated black skirt with my left hand and let the right curve around my belly and find the top of my furred mound. I let my fingers run through the soft curly hair and then down the inside of my pale thigh. My legs were spread wide and my hole was open, but I ran my fingers just along the outer lips. My palm pressed in just above my already stiff clit. If Claire walked in, I may be in trouble, but I would take a spanking now, happily, if she would just come and play with me.

I brought two fingers to my mouth and let my tongue coat them as I pushed them inside. My eyes closed and I dropped the damp digits back to my waiting gash. I rubbed them slowly around the open hole. My mouth opened and I sighed. I let my fingers dip in at the bottom of my circles and back out with a flick at the top. My circles got a little faster and my palm was mashing my clit. I wasn't diving them in deep, just to the first knuckle. My pussy was already puffy and, I imagine, red. My juices were flowing and I tasted myself, sucking each finger as if just finishing a chocolate. I lay on my side at the edge of the mattress, my bottom leg dangling above the floor. Now three fingers went deep into my dripping slot. I thought of the hard thick cocks that Claire has made me take, but as I plunge in and out of myself, my mind goes back further to the night and the man that put me in this condition.

He was lean but chiseled. His pale body glistened over me. Every muscle was taut and his hips drove incessantly, making our groins smack together. I tried to wrap my legs around his ass to ease his pace, to lengthen the pleasure and hold him tight to my mound. But the young, dark haired Lord had none of it and slipped his hands inside my thighs and pressed my knees to my chest, then he pounded harder. His heavy balls smacked at my exposed asshole, each time he drove deep. Beneath him, I was a wailing slut. My head shook back and forth. My hair in my face, in my mouth as I cried out. Above me he panted and cursed, not at me, but to the act. Finally he did speak to me just before he came.

"Look at me. Look at me, SLUT! Open your eyes!"

I opened my eyes to my Mistress; Claire, in the here and now. Her dark, almost black hair pulled back, making her face tight and fierce.

"What are you doing, slut?!"

"Ma- Madame." I knew I could get caught, but the reality was different. "I waited for you, Madame..." I was sitting up now and pushing my skirt down, looking to the floor.

"Obviously not." Claire stood over me. "Have you been diddling yourself the whole time I have been gone?"

My cheeks went scarlet and I was embarrassed. Claire has had every intimacy with me, but yet I was ashamed.

"I, I could not help myself, Madame." I was timid and could not look up at her, but I said it anyway. "I needed you, Madame." I closed my eyes at my confession.

"And yet you didn't come to me?" She pointed out.

"I am Madame's servant. I belong to her; she does not belong to me." I said slowly.

Claire lifted my chin to meet my eyes. They were pleading and needful. There was a small smile on her face as she seemed to look inside me for a moment.

"Get undressed." She commanded. "We will take care of these... 'Needs'." Claire's small smile turned into a grin.

I undid my side buttons. Claire offered no help, but walked slowly around me. She had dropped her skirts to show her milky white legs, but that seemed as far as she wished to go. When finally I was naked, one arm cradled my tummy, it seemed instinctive now and I did it as a matter of course. My other arm stretched across my breasts and I looked to the floor, waiting for Madame.

She stood before me and moved my arm. Her hands came up to my dark, almost brown nipples. My body has changed, not just my belly. My areolas are wider and darker. My "B" cup was now easily a "C" and still growing. Madame pressed them to me, slowly, exploring me. Her thumbs pushed down on my growing nipples. She kneaded my flesh and then seemed to heft them. Timidly I looked into her eyes.

"Thank you, Madame." I barely whispered.

Claire moved in tight to me and whispered in my ear. "You may change your tune when I beat that arse of yours." but she licked my earlobe and sent shivers to me. "Go kneel on that chair, girl." She ordered softly.

I knelt on Madame's chair with my hands over its sides and my face pressed into the back's material. I had feared a spanking, but I had also hoped for it. I felt her hand smooth my back, slowly and then trail down to my rump. Claire rubbed it and squeezed before going back up my spine. Her other hand tweaked my dangling nipple and then I felt her breath in my ear.

"You said you needed me." She whispered. "Ask for it then, little pet."

I didn't hesitate, "Please, Madame. I need you." Her hands kept fondling me.

"What do you need, my pretty slut?" She toyed.

"You, Madame" I knew she wanted me to beg for the spanking, but I just couldn't.

Roughly my hair was grabbed and my head yanked back. "Don't toy, little one." her voice was still calm though.

"Please, Madame Claire. I have missed you." I pleaded.

"Perhaps not enough. Should I leave for a few more days, so you can diddle your pussy in peace?" She mocked.

"No." I whimpered. Her hands had never stopped caressing me. "Please, Madame."

"What?" She put succinctly.

I hung my head and closed my eyes. "Spank me. Punish me for playing with myself."

"If you wish." She mocked in my ear softly, before the first swat fell.

Claire spanked my left buttock hard, once, twice, then three, before moving to the other. I winced and bit my lip as her hand stung my bottom. She paused and smoothed it, rubbing my butt. She licked my ear again, making me arch my back from the tingle, then smacked my bottom hard. Each cheek in succession, she Beat, leaving prints until I cried out.

"Shhh, little slut." She soothed in my ear. "It is what you asked for." She mocked again.

My hands gripped the top of the chair now and I let my body hang. My Mistress swatted my ass red, and I could feel the warmth of the rushing blood, but I did not cry out. I groaned and winced and even moaned when she licked up my back, but I did not cry. I felt her arms wrap under me and cup both my breasts. Claire pulled me up and pressed her body to mine. Her groin pressed into my burning ass, and her mouth was again at my ear. I leaned back into her and tilted my head; offering my ear, my neck, anything she wanted.

"You did miss me." She finally said as she smoothed my round tummy and then slid down to my sex.

"I dreamt of you." I confessed to my Claire.

She smiled a little. "Go lay down, pet." pointing to her bed.

Claire had undressed and was approaching me like a huntress to a trapped prey. She moved slowly with grace and control, kneeling on the bed and coming over me, on all fours. My eyes never left her. Her knee was between my legs and she lifted mine as she hovered over me, touching my belly with hers but not pressing down. My Claire looked hungry and lustful. Her eyes were locked on mine. Softly, she kissed me and then I felt her grind. Our thighs rubbed at each others sex. We were making love as best as we could do.

I reached for her and leaned up and licked her pink nipple and got the best reaction.

"Suck it, pet." She hissed and held the back of my head up.

I suckled my Claire, and tongued her small nipple in my mouth. I was clamped to her and moaned my own satisfaction through a full mouth. Slowly, Madame ground us together, our pussies so close but still on the others thigh. My hands roamed her body now, down her back and teasing her sides till I gripped her gyrating bottom. My Madame is supple and toned. Her body is tomboyish and slim, but my delight. We pressed together more. Claire mashed my belly. I didn't care. I just wanted her, but she stopped us.

"Are you OK?" She smoothed my cheek.

"I'm fine, Madame." I assured her, but she flopped down next to me.

"Get on top." She insisted.

Easier said than done, but I hovered over my Mistress and again we made love. I think Claire loved my hanging belly rubbing into hers. Our grind got needful and began to get faster. Claire took my nipple into her mouth, and her eyes smiled at me as she sucked upon it. I could feel it swell and lengthen and it wasn't long until... Claire's eyes lit up when the drops hit her tongue. She suckled me hard, breathing forcefully through her nose. My nipple seemed to have a wire straight to my pussy which began to spasm. I clung to her, holding her head to my breast.

"I'm cumming, Madame!" I cried out.

"Shhh." She admonished for a moment then went back to feeding.

I fell to her side, but we remained locked. We held each other and her hips gyrated. My eyes to hers, we were one. I gripped her ass and I was cumming again. My Claire was like a beast, breathing through flared nostrils. She had to be close. She gave short grunts as the circles of her hips got tighter and she refused to let my nipple go. My Claire was clinging to ME. I wiggled my leg to help and I kissed her forehead and smoothed her damp hair.

And she came. Claire shook in my arms. She finally broke from my nipple and moaned aloud as she breathed tiny short breaths. I could feel her pussy jerk against my thigh. Slowly she came down, and was gulping air and let me hold her. I looked at her like a babe in my arms and wanted no one else. She was my Claire and I was hers.

The moment had passed, and what I hoped she would forget came to her lips.

"Off to bed, little pet." Claire sat up and disengaged from me.

I did not argue, it was too perfect to ruin. Slowly I rolled to the edge to get my feet under me. I stood there naked for a moment, but I asked one concession.

"May I have a kiss, Madame?" I looked hopefully, but still expected her refusal.

To my surprise she came up on her knees at the edge of the bed, and took my face in her hands. Claire kissed me deeply and lovingly.

"Good night, my little pet." She finally said.

I smiled before turning to gather up my uniform. "It was something." I thought to myself.

Madame's mood with me was good for the next few weeks, although I still got playful swats. I would catch her looking at me, or rather my belly, and she would be smiling. I had to take more pleats out as we entered the seventh month and I felt like such a cow. Claire reveled in my body though. She loved to feed on my swollen breasts and would rub and stroke my tummy. When she first felt the baby kick, she screamed with such surprise and delight.

"I think he is jealous." She looked up at me with a wry grin. We were kneeling on the bed with Claire on her heels as she explored my body.

"Do you think it's a boy?" I asked her.

"I hope so." She put honestly and then seemed to hold something back. "A little boy running through this house would be wonderful."

Claire kissed down my belly and then laying on her back, she guided me over her and put her head between my thighs. She rubbed my belly and seemed to caress the baby as she lapped at my cunny. I settled lower on her face with my elbows under me and my cheek on her thigh, and purred as my Mistress devoured me to her own contentment. Slowly my aching nipples began to leak and Claire must have felt it drip on her tummy. she wiggled down the bed to my hanging udders and with a hungry little growl began her second course of me.

Madame made me wince as she would bite and pull as she liked on my sore extended nipples. I truly felt like a cow; on all fours and being milked. Claire's humble chest was before me. My Claire has the palest alabaster skin and it makes her rosebuds seem so pink and beautiful. Softly I kissed them, such a contrast to the rough feeding I was enduring. Gently I licked around the areola and then across it with my tongue. I kissed her nips sweetly and breathed warm air on them.

"I love you, Madame." I confessed softly.

Claire rolled out from under me, and now standing on the floor, grabbed a nipple with thumb and finger.

"Come here and prove it." She said with a grin while pulling my tit.

Slowly I got off the bed and from her constant pulling, I realized she wanted me down on my knees.

"Good girl." She smiled at my submission and I couldn't help but look up at her.

Claire spread her legs wide and grabbed my head. She pulled us together and my nose was buried in her dark soft fur. Our eyes were locked as my tongue slithered out and along her little slit. I opened wide and pressed my mouth to all of her. My tongue sliding through her lips and dipping into her nectar. My hands came up and held her slim butt cheeks. I sucked on her sex and let my tongue fuck into her hole. Claire grinned at me and held me by the hair as she ground on my face. I ate my Mistress to a delicious cum and delighted as she shook above me. She bent down to kiss me , and commanded me to wait.

Madame threw on her riding outfit by herself. I stared at the floor with my hands on my folded legs. Finally she came to me with what looked like a dog collar. I lifted my hair for her and received the leather around my throat. I looked confused at Claire, but stayed silent as she hooked a leash to me.

"You know how I am always calling you 'my little pet'" She offered and I nodded. "Well, now you are." She said quickly and gave a tug on the leather lead. "Come along, pretty. The doctor will be here shortly for another exam."

I tried to stand but was quickly corrected.

"No, no" Claire said sharply. "Crawl, my little kitten." and she gave another tug.

I followed my Madame out of the room, naked and at her heel. If any of the other servants saw me I knew I would be mortified, but it was a short walk to my own room. Thank God I was not asked to go down the stairs on all fours.

In the middle of my room was one of the round little coffee tables from the library. How and when it got here I don't know. Madame lead me to it and patted its polished top.

"Up here, my pet." She said quick and sweet as if coaxing a dog or cat.

I got up as elegantly as I could. The tabletop was big enough that my knees and hands were not crowded. In fact I lay my head and chest down as we waited for the doctor. Madame began to stroke me as one might a pet. There was finally a knock at my door, it was Mr. Preston on the other side.

"Mistress Claire, the doctor is here." He said through the door.

"Send him in." Claire said crisply. "And you may retire for the evening, Preston."

"Yes, Ma'am."

And he was gone. He didn't even stay to get a peek. The doctor on the other hand did take a long look at me. Madame yanked my head up with the leash when she greeted him.

"Here's our girl, Doctor." Madame sat back down as the Dr. Aldridge removed his suit jacket.

"Well, let's see shall we." He began.

His hands were cold from being outside. He bent and put them on my belly. He seemed to be feeling the baby and hefting it. I tried to ignore his examination and looked at my Madame, who was watching the doctor. His chilly hand tweaked my swollen nipple.

"She could use more lanolin here." He suggested.

"But I hate the taste of it, doctor." Madame cracked a smile, but she wasn't joking.

"Olive oil could be used instead, but it's not as good." He stayed serious. "We don't want the poor things to become cracked."

"Of course not." Madame agreed.

I felt his fingers now at my opening. With two, he probed inside. I could feel him at my uterus but he didn't go any deeper.

"Is the baby active?" He directed the question at me.

"He kicks all the time now." I finally answered.

My heart rate was checked and my blood pressure and the diagnosis was I was still healthy as a horse and everything was fine. Madame turned me around so my face was at the doctor's crotch. I felt a swat at my bottom.

"Pay the doctor, girl." She ordered.

I reached up to open his trousers and Dr. Aldridge helped pull it out. I began to kiss it and give it tender swipes with my tongue. Madame decided to encourage me by smacking my ass rhythmically, one cheek to the other. Once he was hard I took it fully in my mouth and to the back of my throat. The doctor tasted salty but clean. Madame's smacks would knock me off my rhythm, so I was glad once he took me by the head and began to fuck my mouth. I could forget the motion and just use my tongue to play with his pistoning head. I sucked hard to let my cheeks come in and I pressed him to the roof of my mouth. I was doing very well until I felt her small hand at my pussy.

Madame had lubed up from the doctor's bag and now pressed her four fingers into me. I moaned with a mouth full of cock and the next time the doctor forced it to my throat, Madame shoved the last digit into me. I must have looked like a spit roasted pig.

"Move on it, slut" She commanded.

Madame and Dr. Aldridge held still as I rocked back and forth between them. I fucked him with my mouth, then pushed back on Claire's hand. I was only moving a little which seemed frustrating to the doctor, so he began to pump against my movements. His balls slapped into my chin and sometimes the head popped into my throat. Then Madame started spanking again.

"Faster faster, slut." I could hear a tint of sadistic joy in her voice. "Make him cum, or I give him your ass."