Like every morning, Beatrice, who has donned her French maid’s uniform, goes to the small sitting room to take orders from her mistress.

- Beatrice, you are not to take small steps only in my presence and to please me, but at all times, even if I am not around, do you understand?

- Yes, Madam.

- Well, if you understand, do so. Blandine tells me that you frequently tend to “forget”.

- [Muttering] Oh, that one, she’s really rubbing me up the wrong way.

- Did you say something, Beatrice?

- No, Madam.

- I thought you did [Smile]. Beatrice, when I speak to you, I want you to stand dead straight in front of me, your legs together, your arms along your body and your eyes down. Don’t forget to throw out your chest and to keep your buttocks jutting.

- Yes, Madam

- Show me how you are dressed.

Lady Alexandra carefully inspects her maid’s uniform. She walks around the girl, hitches her skirt back and front to check that she is indeed wearing the clothes she was given, that nothing is missing and that no detail has been overlooked (stockings pulled tight, their seams straight, suspenders properly positioned, immaculate headdress, apron loops neatly placed…)

- Have you seen the hem of your apron, it’s all creased. You will at once put on another and iron that one. I won’t tell you twice!

- Yes, Madam.

- And what’s more, it seems you have put on some perfume?

- Just a whiff of eau de toilette, Madam.

- Beatrice, I told you the day you arrived that there is to be no makeup, no perfume, no eau de toilette, nothing. Quite simply, nothing! I alone shall look after your makeup, in my own way and when I see fit.

- Yes, Madam.

- Raise your arms! That’s just what I feared, you have done nothing, and you seem to think you can remain like this, hairy as a monkey? Do you think this a pleasant sight?

- No, Madam.

- I want you to shave completely, do you hear, completely, arms, legs, sex, everything. And watch out, I’ll check and if need be, I’ll shave you myself or rather, no, just to shame you, I’ll have you shaved by George. I’m sure he’d be delighted!

- Oh no, Madam, I’d rather do it myself.

- I warn you, Beatrice, you will be closely examined every morning before starting your work and beware if your appearance is not impeccable!

- Yes, Madam.

- Now, let’s turn to your work. To start with, Blandine will show you what there is to do. Afterwards, you can both agree on how to organize things. I want no trouble whatsoever between the two of you.

- Yes, Madam.

- I wish my house to be spotless, from the cellar to the loft. The furniture and the floors must shine. The silver and glassware must be immaculate. Meals are to be served on time, linen washed and ironed, clothes neatly tidied away, beds clean and well made, bathrooms scrubbed, rooms aired, windows stainless…

- Yes, Madam

- To begin with, polish the legs of this armchair with a rag. [The maid, believing it’s the right thing to do, half-kneels to be at the proper height]. Not like that, Beatrice! Keep your legs straight and bend only the top of your body. Yes, I know, it’s tiring, but you’ll get used to it and it’s so much nicer to watch!

Leaning forwards, the maid offers an unhindered view of her naked thighs, above her black stockings, and of the firm outline of her shapely buttocks.

- Did you think of cleaning the top of the picture frames?

- No, Madam, they’re too high and you can’t see the top!

- Well, precisely, that’s just what we shall see. I give orders here, so please climb on this fine stool at once!

The maid climbs on the highest steps, displaying the skimpy remains of her intimacy. Lady Alexandra silently imagines how she can take advantage of the girl’s situation when future guests are present.

- [Beatrice, pointing at the picture she is dusting] Who’s this fat lump of a woman on the picture?

- Shut up, you impertinent brat, and spare me your remarks! A servant does not speak that way and waits until she is spoken to!

- Yes, Madam.

- Instead of talking nonsense, check for dust under the chest of drawers, do you think it’s up to me to remove it?

- No, Madam.

- Well then, get down to it, lazy girl!

First kneeling, then on all fours, Beatrice squeezes in under the piece of furniture to reach its most distant corners. In that position, she cannot help displaying her appetizing cleavage, while behind, the edge of her underpants is caught tight between her buttocks.

- Continue, lean forwards, there’s still some dust.

- There, Madam.

- What about the top?

- It’s already been done, Madam.

- Are you sure?

Lady Alexandra stands up, removes a white glove from a drawer in her desk, slips it ceremoniously onto her right hand, carefully fitting each finger, then moves towards the cherry-wood chest of drawers. Two silver chandeliers stand on top of it. Beatrice, frightened, keeps her eyes on that merciless finger, that fatal instrument, meticulously exploring the surface of the chest, picking up each object. Having completed her examination, the mistress of the house turns around slowly and, triumphantly, waves her white finger, coated in dust.

- Is that what you mean by cleaning thoroughly?

- But Madam, it was Blandine’s job!

- Lazy and a liar on top of it, you really disappoint me, you know. Come here, I’ll cure you from the nasty habit of telling tales!

Lady Alexandra places a chair in the centre of the room and orders her servant to lean over the back of it. Collecting four red leather bracelets from a box, she ties the girls’ ankles to the legs of the chair, at the back, and her wrists to the bars, in front. The height of the chair forces the maid to keep her legs straight and the angle of her bust forces her buttocks to jut outwards. The mistress of the house hitches the back of Beatrice’s skirt as high as possible and inserts the hem under the strings of her apron.

- You still insist it’s Blandine’s fault? [Without awaiting the servant’s answer, she pulls her knickers down sharply].

- Oh no, Madam, I apologize, Madam, I lied to you.

- Liars are flogged, that’s all they deserve! Spread your thighs!

Sliding her hand in from behind, Lady Alexandra feels the girl’s thighs, damp with fear. Excited, she carefully unfolds the swollen little sex and strokes it at length with the tip of her long fingers.

- Oh no, Madam, stop, I beg you!

The mistress of the house grabs a gag and forces it into the maid’s mouth, then, with a large smile, she picks up the flogger that George, the butler, who has just appeared out of nowhere, proffers on a tray, his eyes bright.

- It’s for your own good, my pet, one day, you’ll thank me.

Lady Alexandra is having her French friend Marie-Gabrielle de B. to stay for a weekend. They used to attend art classes together at the Ecole du Louvre, when Alexandra was a student in Paris. Marie-Gabrielle is now a clothes designer for a leading haute couture house. Dark-haired, very elegant, a trifle snobbish, she could have become a model. She has the figure and deportment for it, a blend of natural ease and calculated restraint, sprinkled with an original touch of fancy. Undoubtedly, she is more comfortable in a cocktail than in the countryside. Impeccably made-up, her nails painted, surrounded by a cloud of oriental and sensual perfume, she is seated on the couch in the small living-room, her legs crossed. The raw silk colour of her suit enhances her tan. Her spencer, short and taken in at the waist, elegantly discloses her neck and the sweep of her shoulders. It is closed by a parrot-shaped button, fluorescent green and yellow, incongruous-looking but placed there to unconsciously draw the eye to her cleavage. A scent of Virginia tobacco pervades the room. It’s September. While the logs crackle in the fire-place, Lady Alexandra has left her guest for a few minutes to give instructions to her maid.

- You know, Beatrice, my friend will be delighted to meet you. It’s a unique opportunity to improve your education. But I must warn you, she adores the company of attractive women. I think you’re going to appeal to her enormously. Therefore, expect her to make passes at you and to ask that you be most… attentive to her, if you see what I mean.

- I see perfectly, Madam, but I won’t know what to do, a man would certainly be far more suitable.

- Will you just forget men for a while! Most of them know nothing. All they want is to get their own pleasure, rather than give it. Only a woman can experience that type of feeling and share it with another woman.

- I will endeavour to do my best, Madam.

- Don’t worry, I’ll be there to guide you. What is more, you cannot argue, this is an order. Never forget you are here as a maid of all work. Of all work, did you hear?

- Yes, Madam.

- And that my guests, be they male or female, have full rights. They can ask you anything they fancy. You are simply here to satisfy them.

- Right, Madam.

- In any case, if you manage as well as with men, I’ll have nothing to teach you. [The mistress of the house slips her hand under the front of her maid’s skirt] Have you already caressed another woman?

- Err… yes, Madam, my best friend, when I was in boarding school, at night in the dormitory.

- [Lady Alexandra’s invisible hand becomes more insistent] And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?

- Oh yes, Madam.

- I knew it, You’re nothing but a little slut. Mind you, that’s precisely why I hired you. Meanwhile, get your clothes into order, adjust your apron, check your hair and join us at once.

A few minutes later, her breasts jutting forward, prim on her stiletto heels, her short black skirt barely hiding the top of her thighs, Beatrice steps into the room. Her “appearance” suddenly interrupts the conversation. Marie-Gabrielle hurriedly puts down her cup of tea, while a beam comes across her face.

- Come here, don’t pretend to be shy, I won’t eat you!

While Beatrice moves closer, their eyes gauge one another. Fascinated by the magnetic gaze of pupils that bore into her without blinking, the maid feels stripped from head to foot.

- Well, my pet, what are you waiting for, remove your blouse and your skirt!

Lady Alexandra, who has remained silent, frowns imperceptibly, signalling to Beatrice that she must obey. The girl is soon standing in a brassiere and white knickers. Contrary to what she was expecting, the presence of this beautiful woman, sitting before her, does not leave her cold and she begins to feel a slight uneasiness. Impatiently, Marie-Gabrielle pulls the front of the maid’s knickers away and slips first one, then two fingers into her sex. The girl blushes deeply. Ashamed, she closes her thighs but is prevented from doing so.

- Will you please spread your legs and stand straight!

The caresses continue, interminably. Marie-Gabrielle delights in toying with the tender inner lips, forcing them to open wide. Then, turning the maid around, she pulls the knickers together between her buttocks. Increasingly confused, the young girl feels a damp and gentle warmth bathe her vulva. The guest pretends not to notice and, pressing home, also pulls the material upwards, in front, uncovering Beatrice’s shaved sex and its pink lips. She plays at sliding the material backwards and forwards, to excite the girl further. As her intimacy increasingly dampens the material, Beatrice feels her throat tighten.

- It’s good, isn’t it?

- Oh yes, Madam!

Marie-Gabrielle, who is also beginning to feel tense, stands up and like a model on a fashion show cat-walk, gracefully removes her jacket before sitting down again. The transparent material of her black brassiere reveals firm breasts with wide brown halos.

- Don’t stay still like that, get down on your knees and show me what you can do.

Beatrice obeys. She takes care that each of her gestures is as sensual as a caress. The skirt slithers down on a silk-like skin. Her mistress’ friend wears nothing else now but a black and transparent garter-belt. Holding up a pair of see-through stockings, it frames the carefully cropped fur of her pubic mound, like an engraving. Legs spread, eyes half-closed, Marie-Gabrielle smiles. The maid’s hands begin to explore her all over. One of them grasps her breast, feels it, and rolls the tips between its fingers until she feels them harden. With its sharp nails, the other scratches the inside of her thighs, where the skin is most tender.

- Go on!

The fingers continue on their course, delicately brushing the pubic mound, stroking the fur, slowing down ever so gently, making it unbearable to wait and heightening desire, before slipping inside the moist sex and delicately skimming the pearly bud of flesh, causing it to swell. They withdraw briefly, as if it was all over, just as the sex opens and shuts, like a mouth deprived of tender kisses, then return and increase their pressure, while tweaking the small lips to close them.

- Stop, I can’t bear it any longer!

Beatrice, excited by her groans, smiles and continues. Her face is now deep between the woman’s thighs, drawn by the powerful fragrance – a blend of coriander and patchouli – of the pubic hair. Marie-Gabrielle cries out when the maid, delicately parting the finely rimmed lobes of the small lips, begins titillating, sucking and slowly biting the crest of flesh connecting them. Ignoring the young woman’s protests, which she perceives as encouragements, Beatrice draws out the ordeal for several, long minutes. Her tongue darts in and out, vanishes, returns, surrounds, draws in. Feeling the crest hardened and close to its white-hot climax, she increases the tempo of her caresses and gets a naughty kick out of pushing Marie-Gabrielle into a state of gasping, heart-pounding, delirium, until suddenly, her breasts erect, her body writhing, she collapses, moist with pleasure, with a loud roar.

While the young woman gradually comes around, Beatrice lies prone on the rug at her feet, quivering, legs apart. With both her hands, she has pulled her sex wide open to disclose the fleshy mound which enflames her, deliberately offered whole, in exchange, to the quivering look, bite, touch of a mouth or a sex.

- [Beatrice, imploring her mistress’ friend] Oh Madam, please, be kind, you can’t possibly leave me like this!

- [Lady Alexandra, stepping in] Beatrice, you have spoilt my friend to such an extent that she’s no longer fit to look after you! But don’t worry, I know someone who will gladly accept to take care of you, instead of her. Just wait a moment! George? George? Now where on earth has he vanished again?

- [The butler, who has understood perfectly what is expected of him] Madam called me?

- Yes George, you can do me a small favour. I would like you to take Beatrice from behind, right now, before us, and make her come. It’s her turn and she really deserves it! Beatrice, did you hear? Get on all fours quickly, part your legs and raise your head!

- [George] This is no small favour, Madam, rather a great pleasure.

The scene takes place in the small sitting-room, the day after Harry, Lady Alexandra’s assayer, has evaluated the physical abilities of her maid.

- Beatrice, one must strike while the iron is hot.

- I beg your pardon, Madam?

- Do you recall the “Doctor’s” recommendations, after he examined you?

- He found me too tight, Madam, but I did not quite understand what he meant.

- Well, you soon will, my pet, come close to me, don’t be afraid, turn round and lean forwards. [To ensure her permanent availability during working hours, she has obliged her maid to no longer wear any underpants and to hook her stockings directly, in front and on the sides, to the four suspenders on her corset] I’ll never tire of contemplating your luscious curves [She strokes them at length], soft and smooth like those of a little girl.

Her finger slips in between the girl’s buttocks and penetrates her delicately.

- … But, Madam!

- Don’t stand up, little goose, the Doctor is quite right, I thought you had made progress on that front, but you are still too tight indeed, I’ll have to attend to this.

- Oh no, Madam, you won’t do me harm, will you?

- I have no need for your opinion! On the contrary, it will do you good, and you’ll feel so much better afterwards. But to this end, you will have to do some stretching exercizes.

- Gymnastics?

- Yes, in a way. George? Now where on earth has he vanished again? [Lurking in the shadows, behind the mistress of the house, the butler pops out like a jack-in-the-box]. Ah, there you are, George, you frightened me, I cannot help feeling you do so on purpose!

- Excuse me Madam, such was not my intention.

- Well, George, have you installed what I requested?

- Yes, Madam.

The butler moves to a corner of the room and, removing a folding screen of black Coromandel lacquer, discloses a vertical wood column, fixed to the floor and the ceiling, a short distance from the wall. In a groove extending from top to bottom, a sort of metal rack rail has been fitted. It is fitted with a right-angled part, also made of metal, that can be adjusted height-wise by sliding it up and down the rail.

- What is this, Madam?

- It’s high time you knew, it’s a Gwendoline pole. I don’t need to explain how it works, you’re going to find out for yourself! George, help me prepare her.

Lady Alexandra fixes a pair of black leather cuffs, fitted with rings, to the maid’s wrists, while the butler, on his knees but mainly engaged in looking under the girl’s skirt, is expected to do likewise with her ankles. She then chooses carefully a four inch dildo, coated in black leather, and fixes it to the mobile part designed to fit into it.

- Come here.

As if she were a condemned person being led to the execution post, Lady Alexandra moves Beatrice up against the pole, back first, then connects the rings on her cuffs around it. Having massaged her anus to distend it, she moves the angled support upwards and introduces the tip of the dilo between the girl’s buttocks.

- Show me how tall you are, my sweet, stand on tiptoe [The maid obeys without thinking and Lady Alexandra swiftly locks the dildo as high as possible]. There, that’s perfect!

- [Hurt by this foreign body that suddenly penetrates her] Oh, Madam, this is painful, it’s too large!

- Stop being a cry-baby! If you think I’m going to change my mind, you’re mistaken. I have tried a medium-sized type on you to begin with, an ordinary cock, as it were. It’s to get you accustomed to the feeling. I have much larger samples. Before long, you’ll be penetrated in this manner by the sex of my guests. I will ask them to queue up behind you and take turns in fucking you!

What with wriggling and tiring of remaining on tiptoe to try and alleviate the pain that pierces her, Beatrice ends up with the dildo driven inside her to the hilt. She realizes that her fruitless efforts to get free only worsen her predicament. Her cheeks flush. Her eyes turn misty. She is about to burst into tears.

- Well, my sweet, how do you feel? Do you know what you remind me of? A plump little quail, ready to be roasted on its spit!

- Oh Madam, please don’t make fun of me, I’m not pretending, I feel utterly stretched and impaled.

- It’s not a feeling, Beatrice, it’s the truth and the more you wriggle, the more you’ll suffer.

The mistress of the house collects some additional leather straps and ties her maid’s neck and waist to the pole.

- Consider yourself lucky, for a first time, that I didn’t force you. I could have been less lenient. Just wait, in a few days, you won’t even notice any longer. Think of something else and be quiet, that’s the best thing to do.

- I can’t stand it any longer, Madam, oh please, untie me!

- Now listen to me carefully: from now on, you’ll get up one hour earlier every morning and I will tie you to this post before you start your work. Understood?

- Oh no, Madam!

Fed up, Lady Alexandra seizes a black leather gag. The outside is shaped like a small padded heart, whereas the inside is fitted with a very short, but enormously wide, rubber glans. She forces it in between the girl’s lips, before she has time to utter a cry of protest, and ties the leather strap behind Beatrice’s head. The gag fills her mouth, without penetrating it too deeply.

- In this way, I shan’t hear you any longer, or rather, yes, I want to hear you suck that cock like the little slut you are!

Beatrice’s cheeks and lips begin moving, producing a slight succion noise, just like a greedy baby suckling her bottle.

- Continue like that without stopping! You’re now stuffed on all sides, my pet, that’ll teach you to stand up to me! In any case, it’s high time you learnt to suck while being taken from the front or from behind. I warn you, if I hear one single complaint again, I’ll shove in an even bigger one between your legs, and leave you like that for another hour!

Perched on tiptoe, her breasts jutting forwards, her full red cheeks filled by the thick cock she is sucking, the maid rolls pleading eyes towards her mistress. The latter, provocatively, hitches up the front of the girl’s skirt to exhibit the naked top of her thighs and her shaved pelvis.

- How do you like her, George?

- I find Miss Beatrice most cute.

- So do I. Unfold the screen, George, we shall leave Miss Beatrice, as you call her, to her meditations. I am sure she’ll have calmed down in an hour!

- If Madam permits me, may I suggest she leave the screen open; in this way Madam may observe the girl at leisure and Miss Beatrice will remain exposed for all to see.

- Why, you are quite right, George, after all, you sometimes do talk sense!

- Thank you Madam, Madam is too kind.

- George, I cannot stay, so please remain here and keep an eye on the lass [She doesn’t believe a word she says], I trust you.

- Madam has no cause for concern, I will take charge of everything.

Knowing the perversity of the butler, and afraid to remain powerless and alone with him, Beatrice rolls terrified eyes towards her mistress. Vague mutterings seep through her gag, but Lady Alexandra chooses to ignore them and leaves the room, smiling.

- See you later, my pet, behave yourself, I want to find you here as good as gold…