Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as BDSM, consensual humiliation and lesbian themes. If these topics offend you, then stop reading now, moving on to stories that you might better enjoy. Kissing Cousins is a multi-part work of fiction. Taking place in the late nineteenth century, it contains references to period customs and mannerisms and is written in a style closely resembling the age. Enjoy! Saphhia
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And so, I was thrust back into the very place I dreaded most in all the world. My deceitful maid had so betrayed me that I was left in sorrow over the entire affair. She had rested my estate from beneath me in the guise of playing Mistress to my fantasies. How I wish I could have rained in my overzealous appetite for humiliation. Now I lain in fear, my cousin sleeping soundly beside me. She had vowed my treatment would be far more injurious than anything I had endured in the past, even at her hand.
Sleep had all but escaped me, and I feared the worst, come morning. Surely, I would be in the most dire of situations once my service to her began in earnest. The light of dawn now glowed in the window, so I thought it prudent to prepare breakfast for my new Mistress. As no clothing had been provided me, I quietly made my way to the kitchens, naked. This was not anything new, as I had spent many months in just such a state, and in that very house. I knew her favorite meal was a simple porridge of oats and honey, so I set about preparing it. Many memories were made in that kitchen, and mostly bad ones. The small closet where I once slept had once again been resorted to its original purpose, chocked with coals. I retrieved the hod from beside the stove and filled it with the shiny black stones, depositing a fair quantity into the belly of the beast, as I had many times before.
Already soiled from the coal dust, the skin on my arms began to take on the ashen appearance it once held. Soon, my entire body would be soiled thusly, no doubt. I had grown accustomed to being clean and white, but that would soon be a distant memory for me. She called me her 'smelly little pig', and I knew that she meant to keep that image, in reality. No sooner had I prepared the meal, than she rang the bell for my attention. Placing the oats on a tray along with a pot of freshly brewed tea, I climbed the stairs to her rooms.
She had already risen to sit on the edge of the bed. Leaning back on her hands as if expecting me to circle around to face her, Sarah threw her head back. Did she really want this, now? I set the tray on the side table, and knelt before her.
"How thoughtful of you to have prepared my favorite breakfast, cousin. I do indeed have an appetite this morning, but for something entirely unrelated to food. She exaggerated her position, spreading her legs even farther apart. Her smoothly tonsured sex, splayed open before me, I crawled closer to oblige her request. The scent of her arousal was just as I remembered it, pungent but appealing. Resting my nose on her silky mound I allowed my tongue to caress her, inside and out. The salty sweet flavor of her, and her moans of pleasure served to drive my own desire. I could feel myself become wet, and I wanted to touch myself, but dared not.
As Sarah became more desperate in her excitation, she gyrated her hips so that I was forced to follow her in order to continue my ministrations. At last, in a final gesture of passion, she pressed my face into her sex, preventing my breathing for a moment. She slumped back into the bed, and squealed with delight over her pleasure. Despite my disdain for my cousin, it was with some amount of pride that I observed her. After a few moments, Sarah sat up and bid me rise.
"Now I would partake of your efforts, Elizabeth." She crossed to sit at the small table, the guilt button stool enveloped by her generous bottom. As she began to eat I poured her tea and stood aside to await her next command. "I would very much enjoy watching you." Momentarily puzzled by her statement, I haltingly moved to face her, my back nearly against the wall. It suddenly occurred to me what she expected. "Go on, please yourself. Open your legs though, I want to smell you." Her demands did much to feed my already burgeoning arousal. So, as she spooned the sweet porridge into her mouth, I opened my legs and began to rub myself. I was easy at first, but soon was more forceful and even vigorous in my self debasement.
Licking my fingers, I inserted them lewdly inside, bringing my strumming to a renewed pace. Sarah was smiling as I approached my peak, breaking from her meal to observe me. My scent was strong, and I knew that she was aware of it by her twitching nose. I think that it did not displease her, as her right hand had found its way to her own sex. The sound emanating from my sopping folds was obscene but fed my sensuous crescendo. Small droplets of my own making, littered the marble floor as I screamed my delight, my legs nearly buckling. Were the wall not so conveniently close, I fear I may have toppled over.
As I regained my composure, I thought that I would surely be expecting some punishment for my stolen pleasure, but none was forthcoming. She had me wash her, the lavender and rose scented water gently rinsing away her sensual musk. I shaved her, and she extolled the joy of not having to perform that duty herself. Once dressed, she accompanied me downstairs and took her leave to visit some shops. Still naked and covered in my own juices, I thought to wash myself. Thinking better of it, I continued to clean up after the meal and found other duties to perform in her absence.
Upon her arrival, she held several parcels which she set aside while I saw to her needs. I had to admit that while holding a pot for her was demeaning, it was far superior to wearing its contents. She said nothing about my obvious state of mess, but I think she was pleased I had not indulged in bathing. Still naked, my scent was more than obvious, even as it dried to my skin. Would this be my fate? Surely more dastardly ideas were dwelling within her.
I made luncheon, as she had been out of the house for some hours. Sarah was pleased with the cleaning, and even complimented me on my meticulousness. The house was not large, and could easily be managed by one servant.
"Carry these packages up to your room, and open them. They are for you." Shocked, I must have looked like a wide-eyed doe, caught on a path in the wood. Gathering the parcels, I moved them to what was once my room. Upon entering, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Gone was the sparsely decorated room, replaced by an incredibly ornate boudoir. The decorations were almost too much for the small space, giving it a nearly museum like quality. Astonished, I set the boxes on the four-poster canopy bed, which was adorned with elaborately swagged draperies. Surely, she was playing with me. This treatment was quite over the top, and I was certain that the curtain would soon rise, her true designs revealed.
Inside the fancy boxes were gowns of the most extraordinary silk, sewn into exquisite patterns. The smaller boxes contained corsets and bustier and all manner of underthings. As I opened the last box, my cousin entered, and I was lost for words. "Are you pleased with your new room, Elizabeth?" She mused.
