Dungeon Mistress

Emily walked up to doordoor not far from the Queen's own living quarters.
"These are going to be your living quarters." Emily held out her hand to usher Genevieve past.
"Wow. This room is my very own?" Gen had never had a room to herself, her home was but one room, where they all ate and slept.
"No, you have more than this my dear! There is another smaller room to the left wheou mou may wash yourself and a room over there to the right where you may do anything you please. Read, write, draw…lots of things."
"I do not know how to read, or write. I've never drawn anything in my life!" Gen looked decidedly upset that she was unable to do anything of what this beautiful servant had mentioned.
"Gen, dearest, come and sit with me over here on your bed."
They both walked over and sat down, Gen deciding to try out the new bed by stretching her full length out and laying her head on the down-filled pillows.
"Oh my! I could lay here forever!"
Emily laid a soft hand onto Gen's thigh.
"You could do lots of things besides those you know," A twinkle had begun to spark in Emily's eye. "You could play with other people. Have you ever done that befGen?Gen?"
Gen suddenly became quiet, her face flushing a bright red.
"I tried to, I really did! But I just don't like it, my father is too rough, he hurts me."
Emily was shocked to hear that her supposed caring father had had his wicked way with this young thing.
"Have you ever tried playing with women?"
Emily raised her hand further up Gen's leg, reaching her undergarments.
Gen moaned.
"See, you like that don't you?"
"Please miss, I don't think we should be doing this."
"But I can feel your wetness already Gen, you're so warm. Here, feel mine."
Emily raised up her dress to the top of her thighs, reached out for Gen's hand and brought it to her cunt.
"Oh, it is indeed warm miss."
Emily closed her eyes, imagining it was the Queen they were both so alike.
"Ah my love, touch me more!" Emily let her heart rule her mouth and almost gave too much away.
Gen of course knew nothing of what she meant, but was happy to be pleasing someone so kind to her, and so pretty too.
"It's getting rather warm in here don't you think?" Emily began do unfasten the laces to her corseted dress. "Please - would you help me rid me of these clothes?"
Gen lo a l a little bewildered, but complied nonetheless. Her nimble fingers, untying the laces with ease, letting Emily's dress fall to the floor exposing her milk white body.
"Mmmm, that's much better. I think you'd feel better too."
Emily turned to Gen, stroked her face and reached behind her to unbuckle her waistcoat and unbutton her skirt. Taking off each item of clothing, she threw every single one out of the open window.
"You shan't be needing those tatters anymore my dear!"
Emily let out a giggle, almost edging towards a cackle.
"Lay down again Gen, the way you were before. Let me explore you."
Gen did so, again wishing to please this kind stranger.
Emily looked at her nakedness, the vast length of her legs. Slowly, she lay down beside her, letting both of their naked skin touch each other. Lifting her arm, she gently started to caress Gen's budding breasts. Her small nipples already taut from sheer excitement, Emily's fingers softly touched them, sending waves of pleasure throughout Gen's body.oes oes that feel nice my dear?" Emily was asking a rhetorical question.
Gen only closed her eyes and smiled.
Emily lifted herself over Gen's body, her bosom hanging down caressing Gen's body with her own taut nipples. The fire between her legs was almost unbearable, but she knew she must take her time.
She leant ard,ard, gently kissing her on her cheek. Gen still smiled, she was beginning to relax and felt tingles everywhere. Emily then kissed her on her luscious , pa, parting them with her tongue, kissing her more strongly as Gen kissed her back. Reaching down, Emily took hold of her breast and moved it deliberately over Gen's own, the feeling of nipple on nipple exquisite. Her fire had been stoked and she wanted to quench its thirst.