It was a horrible time in my country, each day felt like the last. I am not one to complain, since I am in the employ of the Duke of Ars-en-Ré. Perhaps I am more in the employ of the dutchess of Ars-en Re.We are located far enough from Paris to be out of the daily politics however the peoples rebellion is growing day by day.Fear grows in the entire country, we are not immune. Je suis lesbienne and find myself in more danger than the average hand maiden. Madame is very fond of me and treats me more as a friend than employee. We are both very wary of the Duke, who seems to desire more power within the government.
The Duches has three hand maidens that were personally chosen by her. It turns out that all three of us are lesbienne. We dare not intermingle as the Duchess is very powerful, so we perform our duties as three individuals. Marie is without doubt the most handsome of the three, then Antoinette and myself. Many a night I have desired the other handmaidens, so much so that it was all I could do to resist their bodies. Still servicing my lady is a privilege and honor. My fellow handmaidens feel the same way.
Our employ is simple, we are to wait on the Duchess hand and foot and satisfy her every need. She frequently returns the passion but we are wary of her power. Should a foul mood strike her, and we could be sent to the guillotine.
Many a night I have lusted after Antoinette and had to take myself in hand to prevent problems. From our separate beds we seem to know our inner feelings. Still the steel hand of totalitarianism is on our minds and we know deep inside not to give into the passions of flesh.
Marie is quite the opposite, she is mousy in many ways yet has a slow burning passion that is ready to flair at any time. Never have I felt such a desire to return to my humble roots and leave the comforts of the castle.
Midnight on Thursday I was sound asleep when my mistress sat at my bedside. Her one hand covered my mouth to prevent me from crying out as her other hand cupped my right breast. The message was quite clear, she wanted me now in her bed.We kissed deeply and she led me by the hand to her chambers. Madame stopped by the basin of water and washed my intimates before leading on to her feather bed. Her body smelled of perfume and desire. As always I allowed her to take the lead, tonight she lusted after my private parts and seemingly could not get enough of my juices. I of course reciprocated when we had communed for a while. She dismissed me unceremoniously when she was satisfied and I bowed and left in silence.
Returning to my room I found Marie in my bed, wide awake and lusting after me. Politics is a deadly game and romance is a costly mistake if discovered.Still pulling the covers over the two of us and feeling Marie;s body against mine ignited a fire. We were deep into each others special parts, in a sexual high when Antoinette slipped into the bed as well. All fear left my mind as we all finally explored each others luscious bodies. For an unaccountable time we worshiped each others femininity, separated only by the forced silence on our selves
To be discovered now would mean certain death. I swear the thought of being caught was helpful in my multiple orgasms.