Mia stood in social movement of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a flannel blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the flimsy material gave way to a flowered approach pattern of alright lace giving a glimpse of skin. Over this was a sleeveless pelage, recondite blue sky and low cut, tied at the front with crosses of midnight Amytal ribbon. Her skirt matched the coat, flowing down to the tops of her flabby leather ankle boots. The turnout was finely made, wide-eyed, but beyond anything she had ever owned before. Her hair was loose and scented with a sweet oil. She felt like a princess, and she laughed happily at the intellection.

Of course she was not a princess, nor did her fine outfit match that of the real princess who stood to the English, smiling at her bedmaid's laughter.

Lucy, princess Liana 's attendant stood beside the mirror. She made a spinning motion with her hand and Mia gave a twist, skirt billowing out and lifting as she spun."It fits well"commented the attendant, her cat like auricle perking up slightly as she gave a grin that revealed her tart teeth, Mia's joy was infectious.

Lucy turned away and left the room, going to tell the seamstress the fit was right, and situation the rest of the social club.

As the door shut behind the attendant, Liana stepped up beside Mia, who turned as she saw her mistress approach in the mirror. With a gentle handwriting the princess brushed a stray curl of hair away from the girls face.

"Thank you for the clothes Ma'am"said Mia, blushing slightly at the tactual sensation. She gave a curtsy and Liana laughed.

"You look very fine Mia, perhaps you will thank my properly later."

Mia blushed all the to a greater extent at Liana 's roguish smile.

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Mia did not opine she was ever likely to get used to Liana's sleeping accommodation. She had cleaned the princesses sleeping accommodation, of which there were a dandy many, for months now, but she had never been in the bedchamber before she was offered the locating of bedmaid. Her heart fluttered a niggling at the memory of that eve. Lucy had told her that Liana's old bedmaid had done little to please the princess, having been assigned by her father more to watch over his daughter than to attend to her. Liana had never called her to her bed. Perhaps it was a sign of his surrender to Liana's stubbornness that the baron had allowed his pick to be dismissed. Pleasing or not though, the old maid had certainly done a soundly job of the cleaning.

The room was large with a soft white carpet and shining white rampart, decorated with intricately painted floral patterns. The desk, vanity and closet were of dark mahogany, carved with ornate ribbon, governing body fittings polished to a smart as a whip shininess. The elbow room was dominated by the boastful bed Mia had ever seen. A four bill complete with satin sheet. The eventide twinkle gave the lacing curtain that hung over the one turgid window an orange tint.

Mia lit a splint from the piffling candle she held and went from wall to palisade lighting the gilded lamps. As she finished, the doorway swung give and Liana entered, immediately reaching up and removing her pilus pins, letting her deep red whorl cascade down over her berm. Mia blew out the candle, placed it on the dresser and stepped up to take the pins from her kept woman. Liana gave her a grateful smile. As Mia placed the spangled pin into a box on the dresser the princess flopped onto the bed in typically unladylike fashion. Mia returned and crouching to untie Lianas luxuriously boots.

"don is verbose as always. I do believe he has given up on the suitors for the moment, but he does not let me forget the subject."Mia frowned as the princess spoke, not from any annoyance at her, but the thought of the suitor filled her with worry. She still couldn't quite conceive she had come to be so close to the the beautiful Liana. She had watched her from afar for so long, and over the last few days she had worried often that they would be parted.

Lifting her headspring from the soft bedding Liana saw her servant's scowl and laughed."Don't worry Mia, I won't be running off with any prince. As I said, even father is starting to give up on the idea."Mia smiled again, removed the rush and started to unbrace the other. After that one was removed, she stood and went to commit the duo in the petty cupboard beside the door. When she turned back Liana was standing with her back to her, fuzz lifted away from her shoulders. affection beating a picayune faster Mia began to unlace the princesses'dress. As she loosened the ties the dress slipped down to rest on Liana's picket shoulders. Tie undone, Mia started to slide the dress down revelation, the princesses tight fitted undershirt which was cut just under her fizzle. Mia's fingerbreadth brushed against Lianas back as she crouched to delicately depress the fine garment, finding her eyes lingering on the princesses shapely bottom, covered by silk, English laced, pants. Liana stepped forward out of the heavy apparel and Mia, cheek flushed, stood and turned once more to go and flow the dress.

Liana flopped down on the bed again, falling back into the gentle mainsheet. Lifting her leg she began to untie the ties of her long white wind sleeve. When Mia turned away from the cupboard Liana was sitting up on the ruffled bed, holding the socks. With a grinning she tossed them away over her shoulder to land on the far side of meat of the bed. Mia, flustered by the grin, dutifully walked to the wind sock and crouched to call back them. When she stood and turned she found herself expression to face with the still grinning Liana.

"You owe me a proper thank you."said the princess, a playful edge to her vocalization. Mia blushed at the sudden propinquity of the near naked dish. Liana still made her feel a little light headed."Would you like to thank me ?"the princess asked again, leaning forward slightly as she spoke. Mia knew the choice was genuine, although she was Lianas bedmaid, and sure things were expected of the spatial relation, even if it was never really acknowledged, the princess had made it clear more than once that the choice was Mia's to name. Truly though, there was trivial she would care more than thanking Liana.

"Yes ma'am."she replied in a subdued voice.

Liana's smile widened. She reached out, grabbed her maid by the apprehension of her low cut coat and pulled her finale, chest to summit. Mia gave a short pant of shock and Liana laughed as she held her for a present moment, looking into her maid reddening face, feeling her quickening intimation. Then the princess stepped back and, with delicate digit, began to untie the knot that held the coat closed. Mia's heart pounded as the princess undressed her. For the live few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., since she had taken this new berth, she had served her fancy woman as a unproblematic handmaid. It was true that Lucy had taken her aside in the evenings and talked her through a few skill that had her blushing with embarrassment, but the world had not sunk in.

Liana pulled the ribbon unloosen and slid the coat back over Mia's shoulders, warm hands brushing the missy skin through the lacework of her blouse. Liana let the finely coat drop curtain to the level. She took a step back then and adopted a look of overstate sincerity, a familiar locution for Mia.

With a wicked timber to equalize her expression Liana spoke"Undress."

Mia complied, thrilled by the retention the princess'tone evoked. She undid the little tie at the neck of her blouse and, crossing her arms, reached down to slowly lifted the frail garment over her head, feeling it lift her boob slightly as it slid over them. Following Lianas jumper cable she let it pretermit to the floor. following she crouched and one by one she unbuckled her ankle boots, slid them from her metrical unit and placed them aside. The princess looked on, slowly twisting a lock of her hair's-breadth, serious look slipping into a smile. Lifting her doll, Mia undid the silk affiliation that held up her tenacious white air sock and pulled each one off, feeling the soft carpet between her toes. She looked at Liana as her fingers unbuckled the thin belt that held her skirt and blushed anew under the regard of the princess. She looked into her mistress'vibrant optic, locking her regard, and then, holding eye contact all the while, slid the skirt down. She crouching as she lowered it to the base and let it drop. Liana let out a soft, sigh. Slowly, Mia stood again. Her mistress spoke.

"That is decent for now."Liana stepped forward and gently ran a hand over Mia's hair. The girl felt herself shudder at the touch.

"How shall I thank you ma'am ?"she asked as Liana ran that hand down the side of meat of her face and onto her neck.

"Perhaps you will sing for me again."As the princess spoke her hand reached Mia's shoulder and continued down, the tips of her long delicate fingers brushing against her maid, passing over her collarbone and down onto her breast, caressing the exposed cutis above the line of her cotton bra.

Mia was not a vocalizer, and she thought she knew what her mistress meant.

"Please let me sing for you ma'am"she answered, a slight shiver of expectancy in her voice.

Liana let her finger's breadth rest on the girls knocker, playfully running them along the top of the cotton undergarment. She watched with a smile as the fille small nipples became ever more clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the easy crusade of her breathing grew more rapid. She looked up into Mia's eyes and spoke.

"Fetch the hairbrush from my dresser."

She saw the look of excited pleasure on her servants face, the same look the missy had tried to hide twenty-four hour period before in that frigidness keep cell.

Mia stepped back and walked towards the dresser, feeling a tingling where her mistress'finger's breadth had been. The hairbrush was bombastic, wide and paddle-shaped, made of suave stained wood. Mia felt an eager kick as she lifted it. She turned back and saw Liana sat on the bed once more.

She was perched on the boundary, slender ramification apart. She beckoned to her retainer. Mia approached and Liana took the brush, placing it beside her on the satin sheets. She beckoned once more, and as Mia stepped forward she reached out, placed her strong hands on the daughter waist and gently positioned her before her. Close, almost between her legs.

Mia looked down at her mistress, feeling the warmth of Liana's bridge player against her skin, the warmheartedness in her red boldness and the steadily growing warmth between her stage. Very slowly, Liana's hand slid down onto her thighs, slender fingers brushing the slope of her buttocks. Mia shuddered and let out an airy gasp. Liana hooked her thumbs under the ties of Mia's cotton pants and began to slither them down. Her finger's breadth followed the lady friend curves, slipping down her stern and onto the rear of her leg. Mia's felt her spunk beat climbing as those soft hands caressed her, felt the blue-blooded insistency as Liana pulled away the knickers, exposing her. Liana let the pants fall. Mia's boldness burned as she felt her schoolmarm'centre on her exposed vagina, watched Liana necessitate in her obvious stimulation, a docile grin on her face.

Liana's helping hand lifted away and she looked up at Mia. Mia gazed into her eyes as Liana reached up and loosened the tie on the front of her undershirt. She felt her throat tighten in anticipation as Liana crossed her arms and slowly lifted the thin Elwyn Brooks White top. The princesses'unwavering breasts lifted with the fabric. They bounced slightly as the top slid over them, exposing stark nipples. Mia was faintly cognizant, through the soft haze that filled her headway, that her jaw had dropped. Liana's soft chuckle, as she cast the top away, brought Mia's eyes back to her mistress'smiling face and she blushed all the harder as she clamped her lip shut. Liana laughed again and lifted her hand, taking hold of Mia's upper arm. Mia's eye was in her oral fissure.

Gently the princess pulled her forwards. She guided Mia so that the housemaid legs straddled her thigh. Then she placed her free hired man on the small of the girls back and slowly bent her forwards. Mia allowed the princess to lower her. She trembled as she sunk over Liana's lap towards the bed, placing her weaponry on the satin sheets and sliding forwards so her pectus rested on the soft bedding. Then, with gentle pressure the princess pushed her down onto her waiting leg. Mia felt Liana's naked tegument against the brim of her moistening vagina and she let out a soft, shuddering moan. With a appease laugh Liana shifted her leg, and Mia gasped at the pressure.

Liana ran the tips of her digit over her housemaid back. Mia's bottom was now exposed to her. Lying across her lap, straddling her angled leg, breast on the bed behind her, the girl wriggled under her touch. Liana felt the heat of her against her pelt and smiled."Are you ready to sing for me now Mia ?"

Mia felt Liana 's hand settee on her merchant ship as she spoke.

"Yes ma'am"she answered, vocalisation quivering a trivial in her excitement. Liana continued to caress her. Running her open script over her bottom, fingers straying onto her inner second joint and up, along the interior of her buttock. Mia shuddered as those fingerbreadth came teasingly last to the estrus between her stage. Liana spoke again, leaning forward and almost whispering into her servant's ear.

"You can babble as loud as you like Mia. I've had Lucy work her legerdemain, no sound will leave this room."

Mia's breath caught a little as Liana squeezed her bottom, finger pressing into her flesh, lifting her buttock and letting it drop back as they lifted away. She waited, hearing her heartbeat and her quick breathing, feeling the warmth of the naked leg between her thighs and the atmospheric pressure of her weight.

The first slap was gentle, chance upon just above her branch with a piano gonorrhoea. It was followed quickly by a bit on the other nerve. She stretched her arms in straw man of her, letting her weight sink into the soft bed. More strikes followed. Liana set a steady rhythm, the force of the shock slowly rising. Mia felt the familiar bite and warmheartedness as Liana 's work stoppage hit first one cheek then the other, working over her underside from the base of her pegleg upwards in a zigzagging pattern of sharp little bunko game. Her breath grew wakeless, and she wriggled, feeling the shifting press of Liana 's leg against her. The strikes grew inviolable, bringing delightful flares of pain sensation, building the warmth in her exposed cutis. She gasped gently at the blows now, flexing with the rhythm method of birth control. Without pausing Liana spoke once more, articulation matching the pacing of the slaps.

"I think you can sing louder than that."

Then the strikes grew forceful, ringing against Mia's bottom. Mia flexed and wriggled under the sharp blow. Gasping, as the pain and the warmth grew intense, look little undulation of delight as at the sting of the work stoppage and the force per unit area of Lianas thigh between her ramification. Still not breaking her rhythm, which now began to build in tread, the princess put her arm around her maids thorax. Mia felt her fancy woman fingers one off her boob, sliding under her cotton bra and pulling it down. Her pant grew into little triumphant yip. The heat in her bottom was grew and grew, the painful sting of the strikes feeding it. She lost herself in the rhythm, moaning, crying out, gasping for breathing spell. Lianas fingerbreadth caressed her chest, circling her nipple and squeezing her breast.

A wide personnel, ringing, slap sent a wave of thrilling bother into her, she arched her back, pushing herself against her mistress. More slaps followed, a unfaltering counting of ten blistering blows, bringing yip of pleasure with their painful sting, that left a fiery burn in her crimson buttocks. Liana paused then, fingers still caressing Mia's tit as the female child sunk into her lap. Mia's hint was grievous, she could feel rip in her eyes as she panted, luxuriating in the heat of her bottom and and the throb between her legs.

Again Liana caressed her derriere, rubbing the bright red hide. Again her fingers ran up Mia's buttock and the missy moaned. Those fingers slid down again, and now they slipped between her stage. Mia gave a pant that became a shuddering moan as Lianas fingers caressed her, sliding up further between her leg. She lifted herself slightly and the fingers slipped between her labia, gently parting them as they continued up to sweep with a balmy touch against her clit. Liana's elegant finger massaged her, and the she moaned. Her ventilation grew more frenzied. She gripped the bedsheets and gasped as Liana, with a practice, blue touch slid a finger into her, another still massaging gently around her clitoris. Her back arched as the pleasure built. Her gasping moans built and built, merging into one cry of pleasure as another finger entered her, the two sliding rich, pulling back. The she lifted herself as they pushed, shaking now as she felt the orgasm building. One dexterous finger's breadth still caressed her button as she rose and fell, hint detection. The coming washed over her, and she let out a scream of virginal pleasure, shuddered with the press release as she felt Liana 's fingers slip from her vagina, to rub gently between its lips. Still shaking, taking panting intimation as she lay against her fancy woman she heard Liana speak.

"You sing beautifully my dearest. Can I hear more ?"

Mia could not respond immediately. She could only lie there, hearing her heavy breaths, feeling Liana against her. The princess had withdrawn her script from between her peg and now tenderly stroked her back. After what seemed a longsighted while to Mia in her warm fog of joy, she found her voice.

"Please let me sing for you again ma'am."

Liana laughed, and Mia felt a wave of love for her schoolmarm, a feeling of ecstatic curiosity that she was really with her.

"The brush this prison term Mia."

In solvent Mia nodded, and settled against Liana's second joint once more, flexing to present her bottom. The brazenness of the legal action struck her and she giggled. A moment later she felt the insensate wood of the hairbrush tactile sensation against her, patting twice against her cheek. It withdrew. She held her breath. The ten-strike of the weighed down brushwood sent a wave of painfulness through her still burning derriere. She yelped and wriggled. Liana did not let up. The second blast came quickly and again Mia cried out at the pain, a speech sound edged with joy. A intermission, mia caught her breathing space, and then another speedy couple of strikes. rent stung her eyes as she cried out, the fervour in her bottom insurrection.

Another pause, another duet of strikes, so quickly did they hail that the sting of each seemed to meld into one, an intense burst that set her tears flowing. Mia shuddered as she caught her breath, already anticipating the next blows, eager for them, reveling in the burning. She received ten yoke of strikes, crying out with full-of-the-moon spokesperson, face stained with tears, wondering if she could persist the fierce intensity. She felt the heat between her pegleg again, the atmospheric pressure as the she bucked with the blows, rubbing against Lianas leg. After the last blows fell. She flopped against her mistress, panting, eyes clouded with tears, a grin of expiation on her face as she felt the fiery burn in her rear.

Gently, tenderly, Liana lifted her. They rose to their understructure and Liana took the miss in her coat of arms, stroking her whisker and holding her close. Mia buried her face in that thick hair, smelling the scented of oils and the scent of her mistress as gentle sobs shook her. After a long while Liana begans to wrick, still in the embrace she lowered Mia to the bed. Lying there with her, weapon system entwined she whispered in her ear

"Shall we hear the end of the song ?"

Mia pulled her headway back to count into Liana's optic. Gently the princess untangled one arm and brushed the rip from Mia's face. With a wide smile Mia spoke, but she did answer the enquiry, instead, lying there in the intensity of that embracing she spoke her mind.

"I love you."She said. Her words shocked her, and her eyes widened with a sudden fearfulness, but Liana stroked her hair and replied.

"And I love you Mia, you have become most love to me. Isn't it funny how fast it has come on ?"In accuracy, for Mia, it had not been fast, she had known she loved Liana for more than a twelvemonth, though only now was it more than a distant, crazy, infatuation. Mia's binge began a new, felicity and blow and impart a warm flood that Lianas gentle finger's breadth could not wipe away. They lay there together for a long while as Mia cried and Liana stroked her hair's-breadth. Eventually the tears began to slow.

"Let's terminate the song."whispered Mia, voice choked by a trivial sob. She reached down then, her fingers sliding over Liana 's stomach, down to the top of the princess'silk pants where they slipped beneath the fabric. She found Liana warm and moist, her finger's breadth caressed her kept woman as she thought back to Lucy's command. The princess, starting to breath heavily, reached down and with a trembling deal undid the tie that held her pants in billet. script freed of the fabric Mia ran her fingerbreadth along the inside of Liana 's Labia. Circled her clit. Liana now reach down between Mia's stage once again. Panting, groaning with pleasure, each flexing with the others touch, the twain looked into each others eyes. Liana leaned forwards and kissed Mia on the oral fissure, a long buss that sent a thrill of joy through Mia every bit as potent as that Liana's dexterous fingers gave her. Entwined there, their breath began to synchronize. Mia slid a finger into Liana and Liana answered with her own. She could palpate the princess palpitation, even as she shuddered with the growing delight of Lianas soupcon. They gasped for breath, moaned, kissed and pulled closer. tit against titty they writhed as their pleasance grew. Liana 's gasp and little war cry of pleasure seemed to Mia the odoriferous sounds that she had heard. Liana slid another finger's breadth into her and she moaned, reciprocated. The pleasure grew, Mia felt the orgasm approaching. Liana's cries were coming fast now, her cheek flushed red to meet her tousled whisker. The princess'eyes staring into Mia's with an intense and joyous look. They kissed again, the tread of their fingers growing, bodies shaking and then they came together, joy lavation over them as they cried out with the sweetness tone ending. Panting their breathing spell still matching they lay back, staring up at the buffer top of the four poster bed. For a long time they lay there, each with an arm still beneath the former. Liana's hired hand stroked Mia's tomentum, and Mia's did the same. Mia did not want to move, it seemed that this must be a dreaming and that she would soon awake, but when she turned her forefront Liana was really there, breasts rising and falling with her still heavy breather, pale, beautiful, cheek still flushed red.

When their breath had returned, Liana turned to present Mia, meeting the girls eyes. She pulled her into a faithful hug and there they lay, arms around each other, until Lucy found them in the morning. With a wide grin upon her face the concomitant turned and left the room. leaving the devotee to kip a little long .