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The Revelation of Roseshannon by Leldon McLane CHAPTER TWO Bondage in Gossamer Threads
After her daughter had spanked her and she had surrendered to her dark desires to suck her daughter's cunt and then, even her housekeeper's, Roseshannon withdrew almost completely for several days. The time was spent trying to come to terms with the vast changes she had undergone recently. There was no way she could accept it but neither could she reject it and undo what had been done. She realized she had no choice anyway so she resolved to get through it one day at a time. Besides, her newly awakened sexual urges were driving her to dismiss the psychological implications of what she was doing and just do it. That, however, was no easy task. How could she face her daughter, her housekeeper? How would she act; what could she say? Helga had recognized that Roseshannon needed a period of adjustment and she had not bothered with the bedtime liqueur for a while and she spent her time consolidating her control over the household. Finally she decided the time was right and she took a cup of hot liqueur to Roseshannon's room at bedtime. She knocked at the door but did not wait for an invitation, just entered immediately. "Yes, Helga, what is it?" Helga set the tray down and began undoing the buttons of her nightgown. She pulled the bodice apart, revealing her magnificent breasts to the woman's rapt stare. "Oh, Helga." "It's time for you to rejoin the human race." "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. I've been sort of confused." "Take off your nightclothes." "Now, see here, Helga, just because I've succumbed to a few urges lately doesn't mean you can..." "Shhhh, Roseshannon, stop stalling. You know you want to do as you are told. I see the way you're lusting after my breasts. You want to suck them?" "Why, yes, I do . I'll sleep better, but..." "That's not all I've got for you to suck." "Now, listen, just because I had a moment of weakness." Helga bared her cunt and cupped it lewdly. "You don't think you want to suck this?" "I just don't appreciate the way you're talking to me, saying I like to do what I'm told. I've always been a very independent person." "All right, Miz Roseshannon, just drink your little nightcap and maybe you can just nuzzle my breasts a while like you used to, `til you can get to sleep." "There's no need for us to be crossways with each other. I do appreciate the way you've taken charge of things around here. I have just not felt up to it lately and you've been a big help." Roseshannon attempted to pacify her housekeeper because the allure of her huge, naked breasts was becoming unbearable. She quickly sipped the liqueur and slid over to make room as Helga laid down beside her. Her mouth hungrily found a tumescent titty and she sucked voraciously and could not control her urge to feel between her housekeeper's gorgeous thighs. Always plying every opportunity, Helga forced her thighs tightly together, denying the woman access in order for her yearnings to grow stronger. "Now, Miz Roseshannon, you don't want to get me all worked up when you're not willing to take care of my arousal." "I never meant to imply that I didn't want to suck it. It was just your brusque attitude that seemed to suggest that I was some sort of ravenous pussy hound." "Well, then, there you are, Miz Roseshannon, I don't let anyone suck it unless they're ravenous pussy hounds." "So for the honor of sucking you, I'll first have to surrender every shred of, of dignity, and self- respect..." "I'm afraid so, Miz Rose, so why don't you just suck titty like you're familiar with and leave the rest for the ladies willing to participate." "That's just despicable. I said I was willing..." SLAP! Roseshannon felt the stinging pain that left her ears ringing. "Try not to criticize what you can't understand." Helga said angrily as she pulled her gown together, covering her luscious breasts. She turned on her side with her back to her employer. Roseshannon was completely shocked to be slapped senseless by her servant. That emotion gave way to fear when Helga turned away from her. To be slapped was one thing; she could overlook a fit of anger, but to be denied access to her glorious bosom was something really frightful. "Helga, please, I'm sorry for saying that." Here she was apologizing to a woman who had just slapped her. "Come on, turn back over and let me at least have some titty." Roseshannon spooned against the big woman, found herself grinding her pelvic mound into the lush behind. "Come on. Please, please..." After a while Helga pulled her gown off one shoulder and off her arm. She propped her arm up behind her head, exposing her hairy armpit. "Maybe I've been too hard on you, I'm used to women who know what they want. You're still new at this. Now if you're reticent about going down on a hot cunt, here's something for you to practice on. It's hairy and sweaty just like a pussy." "No, Helga, that's worse than sucking a pussy." Roseshannon started but stopped when Helga moved to return her sleeve to her shoulder. "But I'll do it, I'll do it." She declared as she buried her face in her housekeeper's armpit, trying to suck voraciously to display her willingness. She was thoroughly dismayed when she eventually reached to touch the woman's pussy and found her thighs still tightly closed. Once she realized that the armpit was all the woman would offer, she found herself almost as aroused as she would be if she were between her thighs. As she abandoned herself to it, her pleasure mounted and grew fierce until she felt waves of release rolling through her and sucked herself to sleep. The next evening, her craving was eating her alive. She had no choice but to swallow her little remnant of pride and go to the housekeeper's room. When she knocked timidly at Helga's door, she was told to enter in a tone that demoralized her hopes. "It couldn't have been anyone but you. What the hell do you want?" "I'm just a little extra lonely, I just came to visit." Helga sat up on the edge of the bed and parted her awesome thighs so Roseshannon could see her sexy black panties. "Don't bullshit me. You came in here to see if I'd let you suck some pussy, didn't you?" "Yes, I just want to make up for what happened yesterday." "So you claimed you had no desire to become a ravenous pussy hound and now you come in here wanting a pussy to suck. You're nothing but a hypocrite." Helga lay back down with her thighs still spread so Roseshannon thought she was going to let her suck it, she just wanted to berate her a little first. Well, to get what she wanted she could put up with a little name-calling. She pushed her head under the woman's raised nightgown and began to lick her panties. "Stop that. I didn't tell you that you could suck it." When Roseshannon resumed her standing position, Helga sat up, pulled one strap of her nightgown down and wiggled her arm out of it. Then she lay back down with her naked arm raised behind her head. Roseshannon stared at the huge, hairy armpit. With a blush of shame that caused her cheeks to redden, Roseshannon realized she was feeling an urgent compulsion to comply. God, what has come over me, she thought, a few weeks ago I had no sexual desires and now I'm in turmoil trying to decide whether or not to lick under her arms again? And I'm afraid I'm going to do it, there seems to be no part of this domineering bitch that I'm not physically attracted to but maybe she will become aroused if I do it and will want me to do more..." With a muffled cry Roseshannon fell across Helga with her face landing in the proffered armpit. Her tongue extended and she began to swipe it up and down, through the bushy hairs. The salty taste of sweat and the pungent odor aroused her senses, quickened her breath, and soon she was avidly sucking all over the area, careful not to overstep the implied boundaries without permission. Rapidly her emotions tensed tighter and tighter until she felt a welcome release and realized that she had been grinding her cunt against Helga's thigh without realizing it. Embarrassed to have soaked the housekeeper's gown, she pulled her pussy off the housekeeper's leg, continuing to suck avidly at the armpit and gradually slowed, content, and finally, slept. She awoke the next morning with her head still under the housekeeper's arm and felt exhilarated, but hoped she had not been humping her pussy against any other parts of the alluring body during her sleep. Helga's underarm was all she got for two days, although she had begun to enjoy sucking Helga's big, hairy armpit. She was so bereft of sexual fulfillment that she even searched for opportunities to do that to her housekeeper. Anytime she found the woman sitting somewhere in a short-sleeved blouse she would go to her and try to nuzzle her face into her armpit to suck the sweat and taste the hairs. Most of the time she was pushed away but once Helga even removed her blouse and Roseshannon became delirious sucking the completely bare armpit while staring at the housekeeper's huge, irresistible breasts. She could barely keep herself from moving her mouth over to the erect nipples but was afraid if she did, Helga would make her stop altogether. After two whole days, Helga came into her bedroom and sat down on the chaise lounge and swung her hand up behind her neck. Of course Roseshannon's eyes were immediately drawn to the huge expanse of exposed hair. She got off her bed and approached the housekeeper, silently requesting permission with her eyes. Assuming silence gave consent, she lifted her own gown to free her legs and straddled the housekeeper's lap with a knee on either side of her curvaceous hips, then ducked her face into the armpit and began to lick greedily, the taste of the sweat sending her senses reeling. Helga even placed her other hand high on Roseshannon's thigh and squeezed, greatly intensifying her arousal. "Now I know you're not a ravenous pussy hound but I want you to get down on your knees between my legs. You can put your head under my skirt and put your nose in my cunt. I just want you to sniff it real deep and smell the aroma of a pussy but, do not lick it. If I feel one touch of your tongue I will crush your head like a walnut and then slap your face until you pass out. I just want you to have a chance to consider what you're missing by not wanting to become a ravenous pussy hound." Roseshannon immediately crawled off her lap and assumed a position on her knees. She tentatively raised the skirt enough to get her head under it and could not suppress a groan as she rubbed her face luxuriously against the deliciously naked thighs above her seductive sheer hose. Then she pushed her face up between the slightly parted legs and inhaled deeply, the powerful aroma causing her desire to rage so explosively that she had to clench her teeth to keep her tongue in her mouth. After that incident, Roseshannon would try to get her head under the housekeeper's skirts at every opportunity. The next day she let her lick the outer lips for a few minutes. That night, she finally let her suck it and tongue it to orgasm and slurp up all the juices. Once admitted to the relationship she craved, Roseshannon would do nothing to risk such deprivation again.
Sharon Stein, a lovely neighbor, was an acquaintance, if not a friend, of Roseshannon for most of her life. She sold a line of cosmetics door-to-door. She called on Roseshannon periodically, still hoping to presume on that friendship to divert a tiny fraction of that huge Vanderwater fortune. She had not enjoyed much success so far she thought as she rang the doorbell, Roseshannon just did not use a lot of her products. After her sexual awakening, the sight of Sharon caused a very noticeable difference in Roseshannon's response to the provocative woman. She became very flustered and could not keep herself from looking at her neighbor's bouncing tits. Sharon was adept at dealing with all kinds of women, especially the large percentage who were susceptible to the charms of other females. She had no qualms about it and even allowed some of the more brazen women to sometimes get her panties off and play with her naked pussy while she wrote their orders. She'd even permitted some of the most insistent to suck her off in their living rooms, if their purchases warranted it. The larger the order; the wider she would spread her gorgeous thighs. Sharon was a little disconcerted reading these signals from the staid Ms Vanderwater. Roseshannon was so prim and proper, the most asexual lady that Sharon had ever met. She was never interested in provocative scents and seemed totally unconcerned about a sensual appearance. But today Roseshannon was acting like a love struck calf or a horny toad, visually feasting on Sharon's voluptuous body. To get a better reading on the woman, Sharon stood up and walked over to the side table to get some coffee. She walked as sensuously as she could without being too obvious, swaying her gorgeous hips all the way to the table and back, the movement causing the cleavage of her large, braless breasts to also bounce about deliciously. She took a seat directly across from Roseshannon and let her skirt ride up past her stocking tops. Then she spread her thighs, revealing her panty encased pussy in what could only be understood as an open invitation. Sharon would certainly not refuse her pussy if this very rich woman wanted it. Although Roseshannon could barely control her labored breathing at the woman's uninhibited exhibition, she had such limited experience that she could not recognize a sexual invitation. Perplexed by the absence of any overt action, Sharon saw the woman's eyes were devouring her exposed panty. She had already been more aggressive than ever before, just letting interested women know that she was amiable to a little pussy play was about as far as she normally had to go. This, however, was no normal client. "I have a new cream especially designed to keep a woman's intimate areas soft and sweet-smelling." She claimed as she lifted her skirts completely to her waist and inserted her finger through the leg of her panties. Slowly she rubbed her finger up and down, riveting Ms Vanderwater's eyes to the juncture of her thighs where her wetness made the panties transparent. After letting the woman stare until her tongue was leaping out of her mouth in the effort to stem the drooling moisture, Sharon boldly rocked her hips back, widened her thighs, then lifted the panty and pulled it aside, exposing her pulsating pussy to Roseshannon's lascivious gaze. "Do you want to feel how soft it is? And maybe you'd like to smell it if that wouldn't embarrass you too much." Nothing on this earth would be more thrilling to Roseshannon than pressing her nose deep between the folds of those adorable, pouty pussy lips. She was waging a desperate battle with her inhibitions and was about to drop down to her knees when the housekeeper entered the room and immediately sized up the situation, noting Roseshannon's extreme agitation and the saleslady's raised skirt and spread thighs. Sharon quickly assumed a more modest position, allowing her panties to slide back to at least cover her pussy. Helga, however, would not let her gloss over her wanton behavior, "What are you doing? The very idea showing your nasty pussy to poor Miz Roseshannon and getting her so worked up she can barely breathe. Come over here and get over my lap so I can give you a spanking for showing her your pussy that way!" Sharon was so stunned to be suddenly and flagrantly discovered that she was shocked into compliance. She hurried over and threw herself over the lecherous housekeeper's lap, hoping to mitigate her anger and prevent the exposure of her behavior to the rest of her clientele. Not that her actual customers would care but it might start their dim-witted husbands to wonder about their high cosmetic expenses. Her cheeks reddened to have her skirt raised clear to her waist and her panties yanked down to her knees. Roseshannon moved to sit beside Helga and watch the exciting ass being lewdly exposed for a spanking. Helga twisted the woman back and forth on her lap to work her panties down to her ankles. Strangely aroused by the buxom housekeeper's hands all over her ass, Sharon glanced back to see Roseshannon's lascivious stare at her naked behind and began to think they were playing some kind of game but when Helga started wailing on her bare ass, she realized that the woman was quite serious. Helga quickly lit up a burning sting in the saleslady's beautiful backside with a flurry of smacks that had her crying unashamedly. Sharon had submitted for fear of having her blatantly sexual sales methods exposed but once the spanking began, the pain was mitigated by her astonishing sexual arousal. She felt her legs widen as she humped her pussy against the vanquishing housekeeper's stimulating thighs; in rhythm to the smacks, she realized that she was raising her ass to be spanked and then dropping it to grind her pussy into the firmly muscled thighs of the avenging housekeeper. When Helga finally finished, she turned the saleslady over on her back; Sharon splayed her thighs lewdly. Helga began rubbing her pussy to the saleslady's ecstatic delight. Sharon could do nothing but hump her pussy against that magnificently manipulative hand. Draped over the housekeeper's lap, resting on her neck and shoulders, her knees drawn up and spread wide, Sharon noticed with a tinge of embarrassment Roseshannon's rapt stare at her lasciviously exposed cunt. She felt an exhilarating surge of arousal as the housekeeper spoke. "Do you want to suck it?" "But I've only sucked you and..." "It doesn't matter, if you want to suck it, then suck it." The housekeeper moved her hand to the back of Roseshannon's neck and began to press her head down into the gaping maw of Sharon's gorgeous thighs. Roseshannon offered little resistance, she was drawn hypnotically towards those thighs with her tongue surging from her mouth like a heat seeking missile. With a groan of anguished surrender, she buried her face between the gaping folds, her tongue plunging relentlessly into the furnace of the saleslady's arousal. That night in her room, she realized with dismay that the more sex she indulged in, the stronger her appetites grew. Her mounting frustration forced her to visit Zeta once again. She had been sneaking into Zeta's room frequently while Helga had imposed her armpit ban. Her daughter was in bed and Roseshannon tried to get her head under the covers to get at her daughter's precious little baby pussy. "Oh, stop it, Mother, my pussy is too sore for me to let you suck it tonight. You've sucked it every day and every night for the past week. You get all worked up over Helga's armpits and then you come and take it out on me." "But, Baby, I'm really wired. I need something tonight. I'll be real gentle with it. Just let me lick it real soft for a while." The mother pleaded. "I'll tell you what I'll do; take off your dressing gown and get up on the bed on your knees." Thinking that her daughter wanted to give her another sensual spanking, Roseshannon quickly shed her gown and assumed the position Zeta had demanded. But when she turned her face to lick her lips and let her daughter know what she really wanted, Zeta was not carrying a strap but a strap-on! The thing was huge she realized in horror. "Oh Honey, you can't fuck me with that. It's too big. Where did you get such a thing?" "The maid, Janet, loaned it to me. She uses it on Denise when she can talk her into it." Without waiting for her consent, Zeta pushed the dildo deep into her mother's pussy and began to fuck her wildly. "Oh, Baby, that hurts so good but take it easy. I've never been fucked very much." "You haven't felt any hurt yet, I'm just getting it lubed up so I can fuck your ass. That's what Janet told me she likes to do to Denise and probably why Denise usually refuses. She likes to let Janet fuck her pussy, but if she lets her, she'll get so worked up that Janet can make her take it in her ass. I want to know what it feels like to fuck somebody's ass." Zeta drew the strap-on out of her mother's pussy and began to push it against her unyielding asshole. "Relax, Mother, and let me do it to you. Relax your ass so I can get it in." Roseshannon tried to move forward but Zeta grabbed her hips and held her in place. Roseshannon realized in alarm that she was about to be sodomized by her daughter but she had no will to resist. She had never expected to have to submit to such an act of violation. With excruciating pain, the head was pushed roughly into her virgin asshole while Roseshannon struggled to relax her sphincter. Then the pain suddenly subsided and she felt a powerful rising passion causing her to buck back against the fiercely thrusting cock. Her love was magnified for her daughter who seemed to know so well how to lead her to ever new edges of lust. Her head dropped to the bed like a stone and she spread her thighs as wide as she could to give the girl access. After this experience, she would let the girl fuck her in the ass any time she wanted and would probably end up begging her for it. Since the events of the past week, Roseshannon gradually abandoned all pretense of functioning normally within her own household. Every day she yielded a little more power to Helga and to her demanding daughter. Once she had happened into the drawing room to find Helga with her skirts pulled up to her hips and Janet, one of the young cleaning girls laying across her lap with her maid's uniform in complete dishabille. Her little panties were clinging to one ankle as her legs were kicking rapidly. Helga was pummeling her beautiful tight ass with a hairbrush. The sight of that slim, nubile body being so evilly abused shocked Roseshannon but caused her lusts to rise unbidden. How could anyone be so cruel to such a delectable young girl? It was all she could do to keep from throwing herself over the young lady's enticing ass to shield her. "Oh, Miz Roseshannon! Please make her stop. She shouldn't be allowed to treat us like this." The young girl pleaded. "Helga, don't you think that's quite enough." Roseshannon tried to assume a stern tone but her words came out like a dog begging for a bone. The housekeeper stopped the spanking but held the girl in place with her left hand. With her right, she released the straining bodice of her bosom, exposing her mouth-watering breasts as she arched her back to make them jut out even more enticingly. An agitated Roseshannon paced back and forth in an effort to tear her eyes away from the quivering tits and force herself to leave the room. Lustful thoughts for the young girl were forgotten at the sight of those full, thrusting orbs. Finally, with an abject sob of frustration at her inability to control her carnal compulsions, she prostrated herself with her own breasts mashed up against Janet's ass to get her lips around the housekeeper's large, distended nipple. "Oh, just let me suck it!" "I think Miz Roseshannon has decided to take your place, Janet, get up and help me get her dressing gown off so I can give her a well-deserved spanking for interfering with my right to run the household!" Abashed, Roseshannon protested. "Not in front of the help, Helga, please, I'd be so mortified." Then whispered in a pleading tone, "You can spank me all you want after she's been dismissed." "Just keep on sucking on that big titty, Rosie, you know that's what you need. If you let Janet watch you get your butt blistered, I might let you give my cunt another good sucking. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Roseshannon froze. She was shocked that Helga would expose her degenerate acts so blatantly to the other servants. Her immediate urge was to deny any need to suck pussy but she remembered how Helga had punished her the last time she refused to admit it. Finally she ventured, "You know how much I want to suck you but I think Janet's too young to watch me do it." "She's several years older than your daughter and Zeta watches you suck my cunt all the time except when you have your lesbo tongue buried in her baby pussy!" The totality of this revelation shocked Roseshannon almost more than she could withstand. Was Helga so drunk with success that the only thing left was to exhibit her power to the public? This insidious betrayal of confidence shattered all that was left of Roseshannon's world. No longer concerned about her image, she surrendered to her desire and slid between the two, gradually pushing Janet off Helga's lap. The dumbfounded girl found herself off the detested lap and laying nearly naked on the floor. She quickly disrobed her depraved employer as instructed, then left the room to pack her bags. She had always tolerated the little perversions present in every household but this total abdication of power by the mistress was too disturbing to her notion of the order of things. Later that afternoon Roseshannon was cloistered in her room when the door flew open and she was accosted by her irate daughter. "Mother, I just heard that Janet left in a state of shock because you sucked Helga off right in front of her." "There was much more to it than that...Helga made me...I couldn't help what happened." Roseshannon explored several lines of defense. "What on earth were you thinking? Don't you know such a titillating story will spread over the whole county by nightfall? Father may come home for a few minutes some day and hear it, what do you think he'll do?" That declaration struck such a pang of panic in Roseshannon that she was shocked out of her temporary loss of sanity. She suddenly realized that the failure to maintain appearances had consequences, often dire consequences. Her only claim to her life of wealth and leisure was her status as a trophy wife to Robert. She had been so consumed by her finally discovered sensuality that she had lost all contact with this stark reality "Oh, Zeta, what are we going to do?" "I know what I'm going to do," she said menacingly as she slapped her riding quirt against her boot, "I'm going to vent a little anger on your precious posterior. Lay over that bed with your knees on the floor." "Oh, Zeta, be serious, this is no time for your little games. We've got to mollify the other help and put some kind of spin on this outrageous rumor." "This may be the only time left for my little games. You'll soon be out on the street and I won't have anyone to play with. After all, I'm just an innocent little girl, I've had nothing to do with your escapades. Now bend over that bed!" The demanding voice swept Roseshannon with an undeniable urge to submit and her pussy began to churn out its cream. "Maybe after she whips me and opens her legs for me to suck her cute little baby pussy, she'll be calm enough to help me get out of this predicament" Roseshannon rationalized as she dropped to her knees and leaned across the bed. "That's right, Mother, when you get like this, all you think of is getting your needs taken care of." The daughter complained as she pulled the train of her mother's dressing gown up and over her back. "Someone else has to take care of the details." She added as she pushed her mother's panties down to her knees. "Did it ever occur to you to take your panties off before presenting yourself for chastisement?" "I'll remember next time." She grunted as the first quirt burned across her asscheeks. Soon all thoughts evaporated as she became engulfed and engrossed by the burning pain. She began to fear the quirt was a bit more vicious that she could tolerate and she started to scream in her agony and tried to twist away from the onslaught. Tears were streaming down her face when Zeta finally stopped. The daughter sat down on the bed and demanded. "Get these boots off of me, my feet are sweaty and swollen." Having kicked out of her panties during her ordeal, Roseshannon rose and shrugged off the dressing gown that barely clung to her shoulders to become completely naked in front of her daughter. The exposure of her huge breasts caused a flicker of desire across her daughter's face. "You really look good naked, Mother, I think I'll make you stay that way all the time. That would keep my little pussy moist and you'd get to suck it a lot more. Have you ever been spanked on your big titties? " Horrified by that thought, Roseshannon swung her leg over her daughter's extended boot and purposely pushed her crimson streaked ass right in her daughter's face to take her mind off the thoughts of whipping her breasts. She pulled on the heel. Zeta placed her other boot on her mother's painful posterior and pushed to aid in the effort. The excruciating pain prompted the mother to pull harder and the boot finally released. They repeated the process with the other boot but this time the foot against her sore ass was sock soft. Roseshannon removed the white socks and began to massage the tiny feet of her daughter. On impulse she brought one foot up to her mouth and started to suck on the toes, hoping to ingratiate herself and soothe her daughter's anger. Then the sweat and the odor and the degradation of what she was doing began to assail her senses and heighten her arousal. She could not help but lick and suck lasciviously. "Oh, Mother, you are so disgusting. Do the other one now and then help me off with my riding britches and maybe I'll let you suck the sweat from the crack of my ass." Thrilled by the depraved notion, Roseshannon tried to appear reluctant, "Zeta, you would never make your mother do a thing like that, would you?" The daughter stood up with her ass in her face as the mother reached around and hurriedly unbuckled, unzipped and pulled off her britches. Then Zeta bent her lithe body over the bed, assuming the exact position her mother had earlier. Reaching back with both hands, she pulled her firm cheeks apart. "No, Mother, I would not make you but I will let you." With a cry of servile surrender at this ignominy, Roseshannon plunged her face between the spread cheeks and pushed her hot, rasping tongue deeply into the proffered asshole. She could barely control her raging breath as she furiously fucked her tongue in and out. More alive than she had ever felt, it was as though all the events of the past few weeks had transpired to bring her to this final, ignoble, absolutely exhilarating act. All else paled in comparison. God help me, I love her ass as much as I do her pussy!