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The Submission Of A Lady Part 1

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr. aka Nightmask

Flames danced about inside the expensive, cut crystal oil lamps set about the lavishly furnished bedchamber, shadows overlapping each other as they stabbed outward from the brightly burning wicks, revealing all that existed within the room thanks to their skillful placement. A four-posted canopied bed was the centerpiece of the room, rich silks with fanciful floral patterns woven into them adorned it from top and bottom, the sturdy oak easily supporting the heavy covering drawn across the four corners.

The entire room seemed to be furnished in stained and varnished oak items of exquisite craftsmanship, including a guardrobe and a vanity for a lady of expensive tastes, complete with a rarity of the times, a silvered glass mirror inside the ornately carved frame for grooming and another full length mirror against the wall farthest from the door, a mirror that reflected a most surprising sight indeed.

A most voluptuous vixen clad in nothing but her fur stood near the center of the room, leather straps buckled about her wrists and ankles with the appearance of having been retooled from another task in order to bind her there, wrists drawn up and outward to hooks in the ceiling intended for the more innocent task of hanging planters or other lighting rather than restraining the room's occupant in such a compromising position. The same held true for the restraints used on her ankles so that she could no more bring her legs together than her arms, a wooden rod with holes drilled in each end to fasten the ankle straps to.

She was a stately vixen even in her bondage, her coat the rich russet red associated with vulpines, with black boots and gloves and the creamy white bellyfur that ran from her muzzle down between her proudly jutting breasts to cover her mound and dust her inner thighs. The tip of her tail was in a contrasting silver rather than black though, and it was impossible to see her eyes as a sturdy blindfold was bound to her head, straps fastened not just behind her head but a set going down to attach beneath her muzzle as well, ensuring she'd not be able to see anything as long as it was attached. The last bit of her attire, if one could call it that, was a pair of thick silk ribbons tied about her tailbase and neck, the bow facing up for the one that restrained her tail and the one about her neck centered around her throat.

Lady Maryanne had lost track of how long she'd been standing, helplessly bound within her own private bedchambers, quivering with growing anxiety over what she'd chosen to do. It simply wasn't fitting of a lady of her breeding to give in to her carnal needs like she was about to, but it had been over ten years since she and the entire female retinue of the mansion had been left isolated from not just society but male companionship, including her late husband who'd perished with the rest while trying to free them and she simply could no longer repress her needs now that by some miracle they had a male amongst them, even if he was of no species they'd ever known of before.

He'd been with them almost a month now, ever since he'd appeared in one of the areas they'd been trying to recover after years of neglect, although she wasn't sure what its original purpose had been. All she'd known of it was that it'd been on the family grounds for generations, long enough that the records were lost in time, but they'd always tried to maintain it and keep the stone tablets and markers in the best shape possible. There was always a chance it was part of an ancient gravesite given how some of the stones were placed, and unreadable carvings included on some others, and such were to be treated with the utmost of respect and care. Perhaps they'd been given some hope due to his arrival once they'd begun taking care of it again, she didn't know, she only knew that she couldn't wait another night.

Sighing softly to herself she struggled with her choice, so heavily ingrained with what was considered proper of a lady that she like the rest of her remaining attendants that she simply couldn't seek his affections outright, it was unthinkable in decent society for a female to behave in such a crude way, only by being helpless and taken against her will, even if just on a technicality, could free her from the guilt she would have felt otherwise, or at least she hoped so.

The wait was so maddening though! What was taking Helena so long? She'd been careful in her instructions to the rabbit, telling her personal servant once she'd finished helping bind her in such a helpless fashion to find Mark and send him up to her room, and to be clear with him that he should simply come right in and close the door behind him, then to wait close enough to hear if she had misjudged him and shouted for help but not so close as to listen to all that went on.

Only the sound of footsteps closing outside stopped her from calling out and stopping things as her anxiety started to peak in the enforced darkness of her blindfold, the tread clearly that of the sole human occupying the mansion now, the sound of the doorknob turning leaving her committed to whatever came next.

She did her best not to try and cower or cover herself with her tail, simply holding her head up as proudly as she could given her status as she heard him freeze behind her once he saw her, rewarded with the sight of her immaculately groomed tail and well toned behind and legs. As driven as she was she couldn't bring herself to be facing him when he walked in, it was embarrassing enough for a lady of her standing to present her naked behind to one not her husband.

Time seemed to crawl for her as she waited to hear some kind of reaction out of him, a word, a sound, anything, then breathed a silent sigh of relief as she heard him shut the door so that none might pass through her parlor looking for her and see her like this instead. She could tell he'd remained in the room as her sensitive ears picked up on his breathing, the sounds coming faster and deeper from him as she assumed her appearance was having some kind of positive effect upon him. It wasn't until he hesitantly stepped closer to her that she got her first hint of the affect she was having on him, for his hands brushed over her furry backside briefly, then for longer when she didn't pull away.

Since she'd presented that part of herself to him first, complete with a bow as if it were a present (and perhaps it was really), he seemed to focus on her derriere, stroking at the firm buns then gently prodding and lifting each in turn, watching how her shapely backside responded to his attentions along with the rest of her. She couldn't resist the instinct to lift up on her toes and push herself back at him, shivering when she realized he was kneeling down and could see her feminine cleft as well from his new angle.

She clenched her jaws shut, trying not to speak, but a whimper of pleasure escaped her all the same, the first male contact in over a decade melting down her training as a lady and overwhelming her with her lusty, female desires. Without thinking she turned her feet inward, spreading her rumpcheeks wider and leaving herself even more vulnerable as she felt him caress along the inside of her left thigh all the way up to her fur-covered folds, his fingertips growing damp as he felt how wet she was just from this short of time being felt-up by him.

With no way to track of time she simply reveled in the freedom she was paradoxically feeling in her bondage, the heat of his breath dancing over her nether regions as he leaned in to inhale deeply her rich vulpine musk, something her husband Richard never found an interest in, her lust-fogged mind dredged up. He spread the wetness around, drawing it up between her velvety cheeks to wet her tailhole and causing her to catch her breathe sharply.

Gods but she felt soooo good! Helena did her best to please her but this was what she truly needed, a male's hands all over her most intimate regions and making her his woman. She whimpered softly when he stood, fearing he was stopping, but instead he ran his hands up along her sides and pressed himself into her from behind, hands clutching at her breasts and kneading the proud orbs, his crotch hard against her backside. She gasped a little from the strength of his grip, but it didn't hurt anywhere close to the pleasure it brought, the jutting nipple that crowned each breast almost demanding to be squeezed and toyed with, which she welcomed with the arching of her spine to force her bosom into his hands.

Her head came to rest on his left shoulder, dropping back against him as she rolled her hips saucily against crotch, grinding the perfect moons of her behind against the hard male meat she felt straining at his trousers. She needed him to take her so badly her thighs dripped with her arousal, soaking the area of her loins thoroughly and leaving no uncertainty as to her status.

It was driving her mad, the way he was taking his time with her body, so much pent-up need burned within her, yet she perversely couldn't find her voice, to beg for him to take her, she had to resort to what freedom she had with her body and an animal's whine to signal her readiness.

He seemed to drag out how long he took shifting around in front of her, keeping himself tight to her all the while, not seeming to want to leave any space between them now that he was so close to her. He didn't even pull back when she felt him unbuttoning his shirt between fondles at her breasts and tugs on her nipples, until his bare chest rubbed against her mature mammaries. It felt so strange, feeling a non-furry body pressed to hers, but she didn't care, she was getting what she wanted, what she so desperately needed, the delay just making her want him more

Once he was fully naked all the delaying seemed to evaporate, she barely felt his shaft rubbing against her honey-soaked petals before he thrust into her, sheathing himself into her nearly virgin-tight passage right to the hilt. She gasped in pain at the roughness of it but took it without any other protest, the way her body grasped at him reflecting how welcome he was within her and so did the passionate panting causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

His right leg drew up along her left one, rubbing along the soft fur even as she felt him grasp her backside and started to mate her as quickly as her tight passage would allow, pace building slowly even with all the lubrication as her walls had their own idea on how quickly they'd stretch and loosen. She began wishing she weren't bound, that she could hold just as tightly to him and explore his body in return, but as her body tightened in her growing passion she soon forgot everything save the instinctual humping back at his rutting shaft as it reamed out her kithole like no other had.

Suddenly she found herself being filled with his seed as he slammed hard into her, crushing her clit in the bargain and triggering her own climax as well, head tossed back as she made wordless sounds of orgasmic ecstasy that was only added to when his hands slipped up and rubbed the sensitive underside of her tail as he lost control of himself. Both lost in the blinding pleasure of male and female united in that sweet release that can only come from two halves forming a greater whole, hearts racing as she drained him of his seed and he slated the fires that had burned so long within her without release.

She had no idea how long it took for them to regain their senses but her first conscious awareness beyond the languid pleasure left lingering within her after their carnal congress was the wet feel of his lips and tongue upon her muzzle as he kissed along her lips and licked her affectionately. His hands roamed slowly over her as he remained close to her, still resting within her dripping sex, the fact that he'd remained with her comforting, even with her submission to him it would have still wounded her deeply if he'd simply mated her and left once he was done.

Hours must have passed as he simply held her and touched her for she could feel him eventually begin to harden once again, the stately vixen smiling softly as she licked and nuzzled at him tenderly, wondering if she'd get to enjoy a second mating before he was forced to leave her to be found by Helen, their daily talks as well as his talks with others about the mansion informative enough for him to know he'd need to be wakened in his own chambers by the servant she'd assigned to him to be proper.

She whimpered though when he pulled out of her, confused when she knew he was growing aroused again, then gasped in confusion and surprise when he moved behind her and rubbed his shaft between her rump cheeks instead. He wasn't planning on taking her there! She thought to herself, it was too perverted a thing for any to be doing, but as he wetted her tailhole with their mixed juices and slid a finger into her she realized her intended to do just that, and while it wasn't anything she'd ever thought he'd consider she'd made all of herself available to him with her choice.

At least he was taking time to stretch her some unlike earlier, but from the way he stepped in behind her she could tell he wasn't going to have the patience to make it an easy mating for her and hung her head in submission to her lover. The tight anal ring clamped down on his intruding digit but was no match for his desire or her uncharacteristic submissiveness, the finger spreading around some of her slick, sticky juices before being replaced by the head of his erection, the tapered point stretching her wide as he took firm hold of her tail and worked himself inside of her.

Maryanne felt her claws digging into her palms as she clenched them at the pain of entry, worse than what she'd felt when she'd given up her virginity long ago, tears trickling down to wet her cheeks as he buried himself within her, wishing he'd at least taken her more slowly, but he was male and her husband had had to learn that lesson himself after they were married. At least he hadn't a knot to truly tie them together and rip her unprepared backside open.

The brush of his hand over her mound left her blinking behind her mask as she realized he'd stop once he was sheathed inside of her and returned to stroking and caressing her various curves and features, sniffling a bit in gratitude as he returned some pleasure to and she tried to sort out the feeling of having a male in that place inside of her.

As the throbbing from her anus subsided she could dimly see why a male would want a female there, she was tight around him in a way her kithole never could be, and he could feel the superior taking her like that. She was even starting to get a twisted feeling of pleasure out of it, the bound maiden being ravished by the superior male like she'd read in some of the trashy books the servants liked to hide from their masters.

Heat flared in her loins as she thought back to those books, remembering how she rubbed herself much like Mark was rubbing her now, fingertips tracing over her pulsating clit and causing her hips to jerk and draw her off of his shaft without thinking, then pushing back as the movement caused her to gasp in pain again. Like some unspoken signal though once she moved he started to take her from behind like he had her sex just hours before.

The pain drifted down into a steady haze of red to be washed away by the thrust of his fingers into her sex from in front, his left hand brushing up her trim tummy to bounce her breasts about and tweak and tug her nipples gently. With the steady thrusting of his manhood gliding over the deepest recesses of her most virgin hole she blocked out the pain and grasped tightly to the pleasure, basking in the sheer nastiness of it and living out the dark fantasies she'd never before admitted to herself she'd had.

So heated was she becoming that her tail started being a problem, trying to swish about and hitting at her lover instead, until he was forced to leave her hips thrusting at the air until he could untie her tail bow and use it to bind her tail out of the way. He quickly refilled her still-tight sex with three fingers from his left hand and put the wet right one to use on her breasts, the vixen's nose awash in her own aroused musk and the lingering scent of her lover's cum mixed into it.

Another orgasm tore at her without warning, leaving her shaking in her restraints and thrashing about within the confines of her bindings, ripping through her intensely and quickly to leave her hanging limply from the ceiling, softly whimpering as the mating continued. She so wanted to sleep now, to rest, but was left in a dazed stupor as she was continually fingered at her now overly-sensitive clit and nipples until finally he climaxed again as well, shocking her with the spray of heat in her bowels before he collapsed against her and held onto her weakly.

She wasn't sure but she thought she dozed off in her restraints briefly, only waking as she felt him withdrawing from her and the gust of air that blew into her stretched and dripping anus, one big sticky, matted, and stinky mess of thoroughly ravished vixen. She started to whimper when he stepped up to hold her from in front, afraid he was going to want to take her again when she was aching and torn and so very tired, but instead he simply licked the salt from her cheeks and face before kissing her softly, cupping her face in his hands and holding his mouth to hers until she parted her lips and he could lick gently inside.

The kiss was an intimacy she hadn't expected given the roughness of the heated behavior earlier but one most eagerly welcomed as she lapped into his mouth and tasting the uniqueness of her lover, holding to it and only reluctantly accepting when he ended it then slid down her body to plant kisses on her nipples and ending with a reverent kiss to her clit. He seemed to have so many sides, this soft one as he caressed and massaged her from her feet all the way back up to her arms, and the rough one that had so slated her lust before.

The sounds of him dressing soon came to her ears when he was done, and she almost called out for him to untie her and see the sun rise with her, but couldn't bring herself to change the moment with words now. He came back to her before he left though to give her another warm hug, followed by what had to be a playful swat on her bare behind, then she heard the careful opening of the door followed by him slipping out as quietly as he could.

She almost dozed back off again before she heard the door open back up again and what had to be Helena gasping at the sight her lady presented.

"Oh Mistress!" she cried out as she hurried over and started unbinding her lady, working from the ankles up so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself, her nimble fingers quickly unbuckling and inspecting each area for injury.

"It, It's okay Helena," she gasped out, throat dry from so long bound and all of her panting earlier. "I'm okay, he just wore me out is all."

"But look at you mistress," she whimpered as she could see everything done to her lady, including the red streaks around her tailhole, then realized Maryanne was still blindfolded and rose up to remove it and toss it aside.

"I am a sight aren't I?" she murred softly as she looked herself over in the mirror, little of her normally immaculately groomed fur remained so and she smelled like a cheap whore as did her room with the way she was soaked and matted with her love juices. "You were too young to know that your lady was often close to looking like this when her husband lived."

"If this is what mating is like I'm glad not to have known what a male's like," she declared in all her ignorant certainty.

"Females might not be so rough with each other but there are special pleasures only a male might bring," she chastised the bunny softly, her freed hand coming down to stroke between Helena's ears while her other wrist was freed. "I'm going to need you to draw me a bath though, my precious girl, and find something to numb me under the tail afterwards."

"Why would he do anything there?" she asked, all innocent of the possibilities, having not even seen any of the books that her lady had read as a young maiden.

"Why don't you go ask him?" Maryanne replied, then tapped her inquisitive servant on the nose. "Your lady's not getting any cleaner or more comfortable while you're here talking, you can ask me later when I'm rested. I'm not used to such vigor like I once was."

"At once Mistress!" Helena said crisply, ears drooping at the chastisement, and feeling ashamed that she put her curiosity over her lady's comfort and welfare. Helping her lady to a hardwood chair so she wouldn't mess up the ones with satin pillows she prompted dashed out and set to work on her lady's needs.

Once she was alone Maryanne took careful stock of herself, embarrassed at how unladylike she looked; so unkempt, covered in her own feminine honey and still leaking she blushingly admitted when she checked between her thighs and inspected her puffy folds.

The evening was so much more than she'd ever expected or hoped for, so much pent-up need even she hadn't realized she had until tonight. It had been rough, enough so she could still feel some wetness of another sort beneath her tail and would need days to recover, but she had only herself to blame for that. She could have greeted him in her bed, dressed in her slinkiest gown or as she'd done tonight in nothing at all, and to the Pit with social boundaries that she hadn't been exposed to in over a decade, but instead she'd met him as basely as she could, bound like an animal or slave to be taken as he wanted, and who could take a female gently when she's like that?

Closing her eyes she stretched back in the chair, letting her mind simply float as she let herself relieve the night's pleasures, the way he'd touched her and taken her and left her feeling like a desirable female again instead of like an unwanted widow or matron. She knew she would have to arrange another night together, once she could handle such roughness again. Maybe she could even skip being bound next time, but she didn't think in her heart she could.

She'd had to manage things so long by herself, the sole head of the household after her mother had relinquished that title to her and her husband shortly after they married. Lady Elizabeth was quite happy not having to run things and being free to putter around doing whatever struck her fancy, little to worry about beyond managing the few servants she personally had of her own. But tonight she'd been free of responsibility, her only choice one of submitting to her lover's desires, and giving herself wholeheartedly to him, which she had done. She had to have that freedom again, even if it meant she'd be the slave for the night, however contradictory that might be.

Dozing in her chair as she sat musing over the future she missed hearing Helena return, the doe gazing at her mistress and almost living her to sleep but knowing this wasn't a time to ignore her lady's wishes. She'd never be able to show herself at morning breakfast like she was now, and everyone would know what she'd been up to if she weren't cleaned up and all the scents washed from her fur.

Tapping Maryanne on the shoulder the bunny woke her lady gently, drawing a sleepy look from the vixen before she managed to get the disheveled vulpine standing and help guide her back to her personal bathing tub and ease her into the warm soapy water.

Stretching out with a luxuriant sigh as the water covered her the vixen laid her head on the lip of the porcelain tub, feet stretched out to rest on the other end just out of the water and her arms resting across her bosom. Seeing her lady was much too tired to take care of herself the bunny slipped out of her simple blouse and undershirt and sat then neatly to the side, revealing the mix of black and white fur that covered her haphazardly below the neck, the left breast primarily furred in black and the other white and her arms black from the shoulders to elbow and white the rest of the way down.

Helena always enjoyed when she got to bathe and groom her lady, she felt deeply privileged to be the one chosen to tend to all her needs out of the entire household, and strove hard to continue to be worthy of it. As she scrubbed and washed and brushed the tangles out of her fur though the doe felt less joy than she normally felt tending to her lady, but it wasn't until she was bending deep over the tub to reach her lady's intimates that she realized why; she wasn't the only one to take care of Mistress now, someone else had taken care of things she couldn't for her lady. It left a bitter taste in her mouth that she now understood the jealousy the others had of her position with their lady, and much as she loved and revered her it was difficult to accept not just the sharing but that she'd helped in that sharing of what had once been exclusively hers.

"Ow," Maryanne softly gasped and squirmed sleepily away from Helena's hands and she suddenly felt shame as she'd rubbed too hard and hurt her lady and promptly redoubled her efforts to focus on tending to the vixen she so adored. She was just going to have to accept the sharing and be glad that her lady trusted her so much to come to her alone to help with things. It would also be a good thing she thought for her to learn more about males and sex so she could find some way to make it easier on her lady. Just because Mistress said it was okay she wasn't happy seeing how roughly she'd been treated.

She ran the sands out making sure she'd gently scrubbed her lady all the way down to the tips of her toes, massaging her footpads tenderly as they rested in the soapy water, arms soaked up passed the elbows and her bosom dripping water and covered in suds. In her heart though she knew on her last go-over of her sweet lady's lush self part of her thoroughness was the irrational desire to wash away the memory and any evidence at all of someone else ever having taken and claimed her mistress.

It was a mark of her lady's trust and their bond that Maryanne slept through the bathing, making little more than the occasional little murr or soft gasp of pleasure at a particularly nice caress. The vixen didn't even wake when Helena drained the tub, feeling the water simply too dirtied to save, and carefully rinsed her out, happily humming to herself as she worked. Well, not worked, taking care of her lady was her passion and joy and never work in her eyes.

As it wasn't the first time she'd had to bathe her lady while she slept it wasn't as long as it would have been for an unskilled person for her to leave Maryanne squeaky clean in the tub, every curve and bump upon her lady easily visible as the wet fur lay flat along her body. She could sit for hours if she were free to simply sitting and gazing upon her lady, and sometimes did when she was well caught up in her duties, but tonight she knew she had to get her dry and groomed and off to bed.

A set of special brushes and combs helped her work the majority of the water out of Maryanne's silky fur, the fine bristles and teeth gliding easily through it. The greatest work outside of the large, long-furred tail proved to be simply getting the vixen out of the tub and onto the padded bench nearby to finish the drying and brushing the right oils back into the fur. Once she was asleep the lady simply didn't want to wake back up, she simply rolled around in the tub like a kit resisting its mother's urgings to wake in the morning.

Once Helena did manage to get her sleeping mistress onto the bench and laid out on her tummy she diligently set to work finishing her devotions to her lady, ears flopping merrily about as leaned over her and alternated between brushing, fanning, and massaging her lady, both to sooth her after her rough evening and oil the fur to its normal glossy finish. It was slow going but she didn't feel the time passing as she moved from the shoulders to along each arm right to the fingertips and back again, then down the back and along the sides and spine.

A whimper escaped her when she got to dealing with Maryanne's behind, the intimate view of her lady's most private parts revealing the angry red and throbbing heat radiating from the vixen's tailhole. The reminder of her lady's pain, including the way she squirmed around unhappily in her sleep, dampened her joy once again. She simply couldn't understand how her lady considered it okay to be treated like that, the idea so foreign to her that making love could involve such things.

Then again, like many of the younger females she had only the dimmest memories, if any at all, of males and what they were like. She didn't even know for sure how they differed from females, Mistress had seemed so embarrassed at her innocent questions when she'd asked about what was being asked of her to do and what Mark would be doing that was different than what the lapine could do she'd not pressed any harder for details. Maybe she should ask one of the other older females since most had had husbands, like the cook, since her own mother had died shortly after she'd been born and she'd been raised by the staff in the mansion. She just needed to figure out how to ask about how females and males mated without giving away her lady's secrets at the same time.

Remembering the task at hand she shook her head to symbolically bounce those thoughts from her head and reached for the bottle of numbing liquid and carefully daubed it on her lady's wounded rear entrance, rubbing it in and shyly pushing a little inside to help spread the numbing around speed the healing, a pleased smile briefly gracing her muzzle when Maryanne didn't make any pained sounds like she'd been making earlier. With that taken care of she cleaned her fingers off then re-oiled them and took up the brush and comb, working down each leg starting with the right and lifting it up to rest the ankle on her shoulder and make it easier for her to cover it from inner thigh and buttock to the ankle and back again, then repeated with the left after moving over to the left side. Once she had that done she knelt at the vixen's feet and massaged each gently, working her fingers into the pads and out along the toes.

Since her lady was asleep she indulged herself in planting a kiss on the bottom of each foot and rubbed her cheek against them affectionately, grateful for such a wonderful lady to serve. Since she'd been at it for so long, and all the extra effort she'd had to put into taking care of Mistress tonight she remained kneeling as she was and resting up until she felt up to finishing what little was left.

Somewhere around fifteen minutes passed before she reluctantly gave up her spot to stand and stretch to work some of the kinks out of her own muscles before padding around Maryanne and gently rolling her over onto her back, then slipped a nearby pillow under her head to keep her lady all nice and comfy. Placing a kiss on her lady's forehead in another show of devotion once she was done she diligently returned to the last bit of grooming left, the breast and belly fur having dried enough to start frizzing out and needing prompt care to brush it out and get it under control. She giggled a little when the brushes soft bristles caused her lady's nipples to grow some and patted them playfully. If only her lady were awake to enjoy it she'd do more, instead she simply gave them the respect they deserved and tended to the remaining white tummy fur until it was as immaculately groomed as the rest.

"Come along Mistress, time for you to get into bed," she murred softly into the vixen's ear while gently rocking her, then patiently repeated herself until Maryanne finally opened her Sapphire eyes and gazed sleepily up at her servant.

"You're such a good girl Helena," she murmured drowsily to the bunny as she tried to get up, but slid down into the floor instead and flumped down on her backside, a girlish giggle popping out of her as she drew herself onto all fours and tried to get up again. With help from Helena she finally got clumsily to her feet, swaying from her sleepiness and the relaxed glow from the combined mix of pleasures warming her, and let herself be guided back to her bed, tail coiling snuggly about her servant along the way.

As soon as she could she let herself fall into its soft dreamy comfort and tugged Helena along with her, leaving the bunny pleasantly surprised and happy as she curled up with her lady. Wriggling out of her remaining clothing and letting it fall beside the bed she displayed a clearly Holstein fur pattern once completely disrobed before the covers were drawn over them and she held Maryanne tightly as she fell asleep feeling loved and no longer anxious over her lady's having another she wanted as well now.