Lady Frobisher and her maid Alice.: A tale of lesbianism and BDSM. by Robbie Gold

Author:Robbie Gold
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

More Drudgery

I soon realised receiving the birch for the impromptu Christmas Party was only a minor part of my punishment, the real punishment was having been demoted once again to maid-of-all-work. I grafted from early morning to late at night. To add to my anguish Lady Frobisher checked all my work and one of her favourite pastimes was watching me scrub floors. Madam would often sit and just watch as I scrubbed the flagstones, gleefully pointing out the bits I had missed. I think she was thrilled in seeing me on my knees obeying her every command.

One day whilst I was scrubbing the kitchen floor Mistress came over and stood in front of me. She had stepped into some of my suds and now I was to clean and wipe her shoes. Whilst she stood there in front of me with her arms on her hips I went about wiping her shoes clean.

“That’s no good enough girl you have made them dirtier than they were, to begin with.” She moaned.

“My cloth is dirty from wiping the floor,” I replied, looking up at the figure towering above me.

“Then use your tongue,” Mistress bellowed. I thought she was joking so I continued to wipe with the cloth.

“Didn’t you hear me, your tongue girl use your tongue,” Madam screamed down at me.

“No,” I said. “I have had enough of you bullying me,” I replied whilst bursting into an uncontrolled torrent of tears.

“We’ll see about that,” Lady Frobisher threatened, leaving me to finish wiping the floor. I watched her stomp out of the room and knew I was about to be in for a hard time, but even lowly maids can only take so much from their Mistresses. I felt elated that I had exerted and stood up for myself, but that soon turned to depression as I knew I was going to suffer all the more for my outburst.

I carried on with my duties waiting for Mistress to return and do something horrid to me, but I was left to get on with my chores unhindered. One of my duties was to polish and dust in the drawing room where I found Mistress doing her embroidery. Madam seemed to ignore me as I pottered around the room dusting then out of the blue she said:

It would seem,” Madam said, breaking the silence, “that birching you or locking you in a shed overnight haven’t tamed your spirit.” I continued to dust and didn’t respond to her remarks. “What do you think I need to do to break you in since I shall you know? You will become my loyal, obedient slave whether you like it or not. I will break you in, you mark my words,” she said, putting down her handiwork and stepping over to me. Madam held up my chin with her hand and said:

“You’re a defiant little hussy aren’t you? Well, enjoy your little tantrum as it will be your last.” Then Madam left the room for me to continue cleaning.

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