The Servant
Copyright 2011 by Edward -EC-
EC's Erotic Fiction - /~caligula97030/

(warnings: public nudity, sex between adults, corporal punishment, medical, 
femdom, FF, lesbian, humiliation, drug use, language, NIP, ENF)


Chapter  11 - A servant’s pleasure

The following morning was Sunday. As soon as both women were awake, Trish 
asked her Mistress for permission to relieve herself. Eve picked up her whip and 
had the servant follow her to the street. Fortunately the policewoman had no need 
to use it: Trish peed on cue and wiped herself off. It helped that no neighbors 
were out of their houses that early in the morning, but it also helped that Trish 
was more accepting of her servitude and more relaxed about doing what she was 
told.

After going back inside, Eve ordered Trish to stand still so she could smear 
heavy-duty water-proof sunscreen on her face and upper body. She then ordered 
her servant to follow her next door to Flora’s house. The older couple was ready 
to go out. Pierre was holding a bag full of swimming flippers and diving masks. 
There were gallon-jugs of water sitting on the porch with bags of fruit. Flora had a 
water-proof camera hanging around her neck. Also present was a very well-built 
young man who turned out to be a son with the same name as his father.

For the first time since her arrival on the Island, Trish was going to have the 
chance to go to one of its beaches. Eve, Trish, and the younger Pierre divided the 
load between them and the group took a path that lead through a grassy salt marsh 
to the shore. The area was bigger than it appeared from Eve’s house and it took 
the group 40 minutes to cross it. They arrived at a fishing village and a spot where 
several open-hull boats had been pulled onto the beach. Pierre junior talked to a 
group of young men, one of whom agreed to take the group onto the water. The 
villagers pushed one of the boats into the surf and the five passengers got in.

The boat crossed a smooth open stretch of water, heading east towards a line of 
rocks and breakers in the distance. During the journey Eve took several pictures 
of her servant. She handed the camera to Flora and held Trish’s shoulders, 
wanting several photos of together with “her little sexpot”.

Just short of the rocks, the boat owner cut off his motor and dropped an anchor. 
Eve and her companions then did something that surprised the American: they got 
undressed and stashed their clothing in a water-proof bag. The younger Pierre 
passed out snorkeling gear to the group. His eyes scanned Trish as he handed her 
a mask and flippers. Trish was looking at him as well. Along with his muscular 
body, he had a nice large cock that now was on display. She badly wanted to 
touch it and couldn’t get her mind off thinking how much she’d like to have him 
inside her. 

Like everyone else, Pierre junior was curious about Trish’s lack of pubic hair. She 
glanced at her Mistress, who ordered her to tell the story of her depilation 
treatments. For the first time Trish enjoyed going into detail about how her hair 
had been taken off. She spread her legs so he could get a better view. When Pierre 
junior asked for permission to touch Trish’s vulva, Eve consented. Trish willingly 
kept her legs spread, badly wanting to feel the young man’s hand caressing her. 
His fingertips passed over her pubic area, but she wanted him to move 
down…just a little. She could tell that he wanted to, but with her owner and his 
parents still sitting in the boat, he was not about to take that risk. Now, that really 
sucked. Trish desperately needed some good sex and an orgasm…

Eve took it for granted that her servant knew how to swim. Noting that she was 
giving Flora’s son too much attention, she gave Trish a crisp slap on the bottom 
and ordered her to get into the water. The water felt totally great. It was the first 
time in her life that Trish had gone snorkeling in the nude. Pierre junior left his 
parents and swam away from the boat, apparently looking for something along the 
reef. Eve swam along the reef in the opposite direction, taking some pictures with 
Flora’s camera. Trish followed her. Eve wanted to take some underwater shots of 
her servant, so she ordered Trish to dive to the coral and come back up several 
times. She then ordered Trish to take off her mask and swim around some more.

Even though she had to pose and perform for her Mistress and her camera, Trish 
enjoyed the reef and the chance to do something different from picking up fruit 
and running around crowded cities. 

Eve also enjoyed the experience and learned an important lesson. If she could do 
fun things with her servant, give her moments of pleasure along with all the hard 
work and discipline, Trish was much more likely to become content with her new 
life. Eve’s ultimate goal was to make the servant totally dependent on her, but she 
also wanted Trish to willingly submit and eventually to love her. Balancing 
discipline with rewards was necessary to turn Trish into the lover who would best 
serve Eve’s needs.

In the meantime, there was the problem of Trish’s sexual frustration and the 
possibility her sex drive could cause her to do something stupid. The attraction 
between Trish and Pierre junior became obvious when everyone was back on the 
boat. Eve decided to discipline her servant, but in a way that would allow the 
Islanders to have some fun with her at the same time. 

Once everyone was back on board, Eve ordered Trish to go to the bow of the boat. 
She had to get on her elbows and knees with her rear facing towards the stern, and 
would be responsible for “keeping a lookout for rocks and water hazards”. To 
keep her balance, she’d have to grab the edge with her hands and keep her knees 
spread wide apart. She would have to stay in that position the entire way back: 
with her anus and vagina lewdly displayed for the benefit of the boat owner and 
the other four passengers. Of course, during the return journey, Eve took several 
pictures, including some close-ups of the girl’s exposed crotch.

Trish held on tight as the water splashed beneath her face and the breeze buffeted 
her body. She felt like the figurehead on the bow of a ship. She did keep a watch 
for rocks, just in case there was any truth to what she was being told to do. After a 
while, staying in that position made her uncomfortable, but she was not distressed 
or humiliated as she would have been only a few days before. She was a servant, 
she was Eve’s property, and if Eve wanted to force her to expose herself, there 
was nothing she could do about it. Anyhow, what she was doing was not too 
different from what she would have done for Pierre junior had she been alone 
with him. She would have teased him with her body to get him worked up for a 
“good fuck”. When she peeked between her legs, she did notice the three men on 
the boat staring at her with wide eyes. 

Eve ordered Trish to sit down when the boat approached the beach. She saw 
Pierre junior covering his crotch with a bag of fruit, hiding a hard-on, 
undoubtedly. Good. 

Eve glanced at her servant’s face and noted that she was not teary-eyed or 
mortified. It was apparent that Trish was becoming used to following her 
Mistress’s orders and that her modesty was disappearing. A slave did not have the 
right to any modesty. Trish was beginning to accept that part of her life, which 
was a positive development.

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Eve was faced with a dilemma when she and her servant returned to her house. 
Trish seemed to be adapting very well to her new life, but there was an important 
problem that needed to be addressed: the servant’s longing for sex. Yes, the girl 
had spent nearly every night with her face between Eve’s legs, but that did not 
satisfy her own sexual urges. 

Eve had hoped to spend more time with her servant before seducing her. There 
were a lot of reasons, one of which was her desire to complete her servant’s 
submission before allowing her to have any pleasure. However, the day on the 
boat made Eve realize that she could not wait much longer. Trish was capable of 
doing something stupid, for example trying to have sex with the neighborhood 
teenagers. If such a thing were to happen, Eve would have no choice but to 
impose a punishment regime, which was something she really did not want to do. 
Better to take care of the problem sooner than later, even if it disrupted her 
original plan.

Eve brusquely told her servant that she wanted to practice massage techniques, so 
that night they would be changing places on the massage table. Her plan was to 
first relax and stimulate Trish on the platform. Then she would sit on the sofa and 
put the girl over her lap. Trish would be in a submissive position and Eve would 
spank and fondle her until she climaxed. Eve calculated the idea would allow 
Trish to have her orgasm while allowing her owner to always be the one in 
control.

Eve started by giving her servant a typical massage. She sensuously caressed the 
young woman’s body, exploring her servant and discovering what aroused her. 
She spent a very long time fondling the girl’s soft bottom, enjoying the feel of the 
soft mounds of flesh under her strong hands. Eve enjoyed the reversal of roles, as 
did Trish, who finally was getting a chance to relax.

Finally Eve sat on her sofa and ordered her servant to lie across her lap. Trish 
obeyed, nervously settling herself over her owner’s thighs. Her bottom was 
completely vulnerable. Eve spent several more minutes caressing and fondling 
Trish’s soft backside. She then ordered her ward to spread her legs and relax her 
bottom. She admired her servant’s anus, gently tracing it with her fingertip.

“You know that you were a very bad girl…hiding cocaine in here.”

Eve punctuated her statement by tapping the opening of her slave’s bottom-hole. 
Trish was nervous, wondering where her Mistress was going by reminding her of 
her crime.

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet.”

“I said: you were a bad girl. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I was a bad girl.”

“…and what happens to bad girls, Servant Trish?”

Trish took a deep breath. She forced herself to give the answer Eve was expecting.

“Bad girls get punished, Mistress Bousquet.”

The policewoman instructed Trish to move forward a bit and tilt her bottom up. 
Trish obediently spread her legs to better expose herself to her owner. Now her 
lovely bottom was submissively positioned, with her bottom-cheeks bent and 
spread. Eve gently massaged Trish’s backside, enjoying the sight and feel of her 
servant’s pale skin and soft flesh. So lovely…

While Trish had gone over Eve’s lap knowing that she was going to receive a 
spanking, the policewoman had much more in mind. Yes, there would be a 
spanking, but Eve hoped to use a weakness of her servant’s body to teach her an 
important lesson. She would use the girl’s body to control her emotions and force 
her to completely surrender herself.

Eve continued to massage Trish’s bottom and thighs, using sensuous touches and 
light tickling with her fingertips until she noticed a subtle change in the young 
woman’s posture. At first Trish was very tensed up and nervous, but Eve’s 
touches allowed her to get the girl to relax, then finally to enjoy what was 
happening to her.

Trish was very wet, and tilted her bottom up, desperately hoping her owner would 
slip her fingers between her thighs and touch her…

Eve smiled. She had Trish right where she wanted her. She teased her ward’s 
labia with the tip of her index finger as Trish involuntarily tilted her hips even 
more, hoping that Eve would touch her clitoris.

“I’d bet you’d like a nice orgasm right now, Servant Trish…”

“I…yes, Mistress Bousquet…please…”

“You’re going to have to earn that orgasm, Servant Trish. I’m not just going to 
give it to you. You need to earn it.”

“Mistress Bousquet…please…”

Eve patted Trish’s bottom.

“You stay in position and behave yourself, and I’ll reward you when we’re done.”

“Yes…Please…”

With that Eve began slapping Trish’s upturned backside. At the beginning she did 
not spank very hard, just with enough force to put some pleasant heat and sting in 
the younger woman’s bottom. She slapped more quickly than she would have 
slapped during a real punishment spanking, since her purpose was different from 
a normal punishment. She wanted Trish to feel sensation in her bottom that came 
close to, but was not exactly, painful.

Trish’s vulnerable ass continued to redden under the attention of her policewoman. 
The mounting heat and stinging in her backside was just enough to enhance her 
sexual arousal. Every so often the policewoman took a break from the spanking to 
tease Trish’s vulva, by lightly touching her labia or running her fingertip over her 
vagina. The touches were just enough to torment Trish and keep her state of 
arousal from diminishing. Eve’s goal was to keep her servant as close to climax as 
possible for as long as possible.

As Trish’s bottom reddened, Eve began slapping much harder. The painful slaps 
only added to Trish’s feeling of sexual desperation and willingness to do anything 
to be allowed to climax. Eve now had Trish completely under her control as the 
heat and stinging became much more intense and erotic. Had Eve started out 
spanking Trish as hard as she was spanking her now, the girl’s sexual arousal 
would have vanished because of the pain. However, Eve knew how to gradually 
increase both the pain and the girl’s sexual desires.

SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…

After about 15 minutes the spanking was reaching its climax. Eve took longer 
breaks to continue teasing Trish between her thighs, pleased that her servant was 
desperately spreading her legs and lewdly exposing herself as her posture silently 
pleaded the policewoman to satisfy her sexual desires. Trish’s desire for an 
orgasm filled her thoughts and canceled out any hint of dignity or self-control. 
She wanted that orgasm, and that was all she wanted.

Eve’s fingertips sensuously explored Trish’s vulva, staying in contact with her 
labia and gently circling her vagina. Trish’s body trembled and she moaned with 
pleasure, as she relished the feel of the older woman’s invasion of her most 
intimate area. Finally Eve’s fingertip touched Trish’s clitoris. At first the touch 
was tentative and light, but gradually Eve’s fingertip began massaging Trish more 
seriously, with the intent of finally bringing her to orgasm. The younger woman 
bit her lip and groaned with delight as Eve’s fingertip worked its magic on her 
body. As the policewoman continued to massage Trish’s clitoris with her right 
hand, she ran her left hand over her back and bottom. 

Trish climaxed, but Eve was not done with her. She inserted her finger into 
Trish’s vagina, then again explored her labia and clitoris. The second orgasm was 
so good that she nearly passed out from the pleasure.

Trish remained over Eve’s lap after she calmed down, too tired to have any desire 
to get up. The policewoman ran her thumb over Trish’s vulva to lubricate it, then 
touched the girl’s bottom-hole several times with her wet thumb to prepare her for 
the final part of her lesson. Once Eve was satisfied that both her thumb and 
Trish’s sphincter were adequately lubricated, she pushed deep into Trish’s 
bottom-hole while penetrating her vagina with her index finger. Trish, who was 
just starting to come to her senses, gasped at the policewoman’s new intrusion 
into her body.

Eve’s thumb and fingertip worked their way in deeper and pressed together inside 
Trish. The sensation was strange and sinister, but also very erotic. Combined with 
her sore bottom and exhausted muscles, the firm grip inside Trish’s body gave her 
the feeling that she had completely lost any control over her existence. Eve knew 
what she was thinking, because the sensation her servant was experiencing was 
exactly what she wanted her to experience.

Trish felt totally helpless, much more so than the previous night when her 
Mistress pinned her to the bed. She was owned. She was Eve’s prized 
possession…nothing more. 

“You are mine, Servant Trish. I control your life. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I am yours.”

For the first time Trish actually meant it. She was not just “going along”. She 
knew that she belonged to her Mistress, forever...