Author's Note: This chapter has been separated from it's place as a one-shot in my Clara story. I'm expanding this into a proper story. The one-shot will remain on the Clara story for the next two weeks before being removed. There is also a second instalment to this story to enjoy as well!
Chapter One: The Meek New Maid
"My dear, I still have no idea what It is you are actually asking of me," Madam Vastra sighed as she made her way into the drawing room, sliding into the large high-backed chair in which she normally took her afternoon tea. Already waiting, Jenny stood, holding a tray and ready to prepare said afternoon tea at Vastra's behest. Following after the Silurian, Clara strode, taking the seat opposite her, her cheeks flushing red and her words fumbling over themselves. She and the Doctor had arrived in Victorian London for some reason beyond Clara's understanding and whilst the Doctor rushed off and busied himself with whatever it was he was doing, Clara was left in the company of Madam Vastra and Jenny Flint; Victorian's London most progressive inter-species lesbian couple. It was after arriving that Clara had made her initial plea, one that had baffled Vastra in every aspect, yet excited her somewhat in the vague ambiguity of Clara's suggestion.
"I want you to train me. To teach me..." Clara asked again, reiterating the suggestion she had made only moments ago, yet without any clearer details. Both Vastra and Jenny shared a look, their perverse minds immediately leaping to the most suggestive possibility of what Clara was suggesting. Gesturing for Jenny to serve the two of them tea, Vastra leaned back in the chair, admiring the brunette across from her, with her rosy apple-shaped cheeks and deep brown eyes. A rare beauty to be sure.
"And what exactly would I be training you in? I fear there are very few lines of work in which I would be a suitable mentor, my dear," Vastra smiled with a coy and promiscuous smile, her lips curling upwards as she lifted the cup of tea to her lips and sipped softly, watching as Clara did the same yet with a decidedly shakier hand.
"You know what I'm asking," Clara breathed, fidgeting as she nervously glanced back and forth between Vastra and Jenny, hoping that one of them would clue in and spare her from actually having to say the words that were in her head. Unbeknownst to her, both Vastra and Jenny had figured out the words she wanted to say, yet held them in front of Clara, dangling them on string, teasing and toying with her.
"I don't my dear. Please, if we are to speak in pretence and coy words, then I implore you to simply speak plainly. You of all people should know that we do not judge in this home," Vastra explained, her eyes fixed on Clara, examining her every move, watching even the subtlest twitch of her fingers. Breathing deeply, Clara grabbed her cup of tea and took a hefty swig, almost swallowing the entire cup in one. As she set it down, she threw her head backwards, brushing her hair from her eyes and calming herself. Turning to look at Vastra from behind an uncertain stare, her cheeks deepened in colour, despite her boldness in speaking.
"The first time I met you two… We… we had sex. And… And it was the most amazing experience of my life. I still dream about those orgasms. They lasted for minutes. You both satiated desires I didn't even know I had, scratched itches that I never felt and made me feel… blissful…" Clara explained, her words airy as she described the most intense moment of her life; the threesome that still commanded her dreams and desires, the mental pictures to which she explored her slick folds in the dark hours of the night, moaning and writhing as she pictured those fingers as Jenny's or Vastra's. It was the definition of sensational and all throughout the month following it, she wanted nothing more than to experience it again. Fearing that she had lost herself amidst her own fantasy in that moment, she cleared her throat and looked at the Silurian, "I want to be able to do that…"
"Say it…" Madam Vastra spoke, hiding her lips behind the rim of her tea-cup, the smile noticeable even as it was hidden. Jenny's grin said it all. The two of them simply wanted the girl to admit to herself and to them exactly what she wanted.
"I want you to teach me how to make love," Clara said, her cheeks betraying her nerves, yet her words speaking to her solidarity of mind. Both Vastra and Jenny looked at one another, the two of them silently speaking to one another through their facial features alone. Silence hung in the room as Clara immediately regretted saying what she said, fearing that she had over-stepped a boundary at that the two of them were about to make the situation awkward for them all. Yet, to her immediate relief and surprise, Vastra turned back with a smile.
"Are you willing to do everything that I say?" Madam Vastra asked simply and succinctly, sipping her tea before handing the cup and saucer off to Jenny, the brunette looking on with a curt smile, eager to see Clara's response. The intense looks on both their faces was quite unnerving to say the least, with Clara ultimately concerned they were waiting for her to completely submit to them.
"Yes, of course. Well, as long as it's not… not like weird or something? I don't want to end up having to have sex with like… like a horse…" Clara joked, quickly realising that both Vastra and Jenny didn't find the insinuation funny. Unable to discern whether or not that was because they actually expected her to fuck a horse or that they found the implication that she thought that was what they were into offensive.
"Are you willing to do everything that I say?" Madam Vastra reiterated in the same cold and unflinching voice, causing Clara's eyes to dart back and forth between Jenny and Silurian, hoping that one of them would relent in their staring.
"Are you expecting me to have sex with a horse?" She asked tentatively, immediately assuming that their dodging of her initial statement was a passive way to avoid having to answer the question. The idea of such a bestial act was somewhat disturbing, and the possibility of such an event paired with the two Victorian era people's strange looks was enough to cause her to shiver.
"Are you willing to do everything that I say?" Vastra asked one last time. This time, it was actually strangely comforting. The fact that she wasn't acknowledging anything Clara said made it seem like she simply wanted a yes or no answer. When thinking like this Clara quickly found herself reaffirming the initial reasoning behind her asking the question in the first place and stood resolute in her intention.
"Yes… Yes, I am…" Clara said calmly, her sincerity conveyed within her voice. A smile curled across Vastra's thin and sultry lips, with the ecstatic joy in Vastra's eyes speaking to her excitement. Immediately, she rose to her feet and strolled around the circle of chairs, making her way towards the door, stopping beside Clara In order to give her the instructions as to what she was to do in the time being.
"Good. Then when the Doctor returns, you will politely tell him that you wish to remain her for a period of two weeks. You will ask him to return to collect you then. After you have told him this, you will report to Jenny in the kitchens for further instructions. Until the Doctor arrives, you are free to enjoy your tea. Are my instructions clear?" Vastra asked, staring expectantly at Clara who was a little uncertain as to how swiftly things had begun to move, yet still resolute in following through.
"Erm… Yes…" Clara smiled softly, prompting Madam Vastra's lips to uncurl as she stepped forwards, her slim fingers resting beneath, Clara's chin and turning the brunette towards her, ensuring that she was facing her before Vastra spoke a simple correction.
"Yes, Madam Vastra?" she corrected, those words ringing throughout the room as Jenny stifled a giggle, clearing away the used china whilst Vastra stared deeply into Clara's eyes, the brown swirling gaze of the futuristic human enthralling Vastra just as the Silurian's gaze enraptured Clara.
"Yes, Madam Vastra…" replied, correcting herself and managing to bring the smile back to Vastra's lips. Jenny looked on, somewhat impressed by Clara's swift subservience. The few times in which they had enlisted protégé's, the greatest sticking point in the process was ultimately their pliability to what Vastra deemed as, 'the courtesy of subservience'.
"You'll learn quick, my dear," Madam Vastra beamed, letting go of Clara's chin and turning to Jenny to say her final piece, the Silurian almost giddy at the wealth of possibility that had seemingly just fallen into their laps, "Jenny, see that the tea pot is full and then join me in the upstairs study."
And just like that, Clara was left all alone, pondering over the decision she had just made. Confident that it was the right one, Clara filled her mind with the memories of her previous experience, remembering the number of orgasms that had shuddered through her body and the wealth of pleasurable sensations that still lingered with her to that day. If the key to having that again was to call Madam Vastra by her full title and be a little more compliant with the two of them, then that was a small price to pay. When the Doctor returned, Clara did exactly as she was told, explaining to him that he wanted to spend some time with the two Victorians. When the Doctor suggested that he also stay, Clara made some quick comments that convinced him otherwise and watched him enter into the Tardis, the time machine disappearing before her eyes, the man undoubtedly just having jump two weeks ahead to pick her up after only missing her for a few seconds. Regardless, the reality sank in. She was here to stay for two weeks. For better or for worse. Turning back to the house, she ventured into the abode, making her way towards the kitchens, passing past Strax as he patrolled the underbelly of the house. Arriving in the kitchen, she was immediately met with Jenny, who silently gestured for her to follow her down a small corridor and into an even smaller room; a bed pushed against the wall and few pieces of simple furniture scattered across the space, "This will be your quarters. The mistress has provided you with a uniform she wishes you to wear whilst attending to matters pertaining to the estate."
"Matters pertaining to the estate? This is all a little… formal?" Clara smirked playfully, stepping into the room and slumping down onto the bed, looking up at Jenny in her Victorian Maid's outfit. The contrast between Jenny's clothing was always of an immense shock. The comely and prim maid standing out clearly from the leather jumpsuit-clad pseudo-ninja. Wondering if she'd be afforded the intricacies of her own leather and lace outfit, Clara received a chuckle and momentary lapse in the act from Jenny as she propped herself up on the wall and folded her arms, fighting with the strangling nature of her clothing.
"What were you expecting? Us to strip down and fuck you for two weeks? Get dressed and meet me in the dining room. The mistress Is entertaining a guest for lunch. You'll help with the service," Jenny ordered, before turning and making her way out of the room. Reaching towards the small wardrobe, Clara opened, and her eyes widened. Grabbing the coat-hanger, she turned and chased after Jenny, catching her as she entered the kitchen.
"You expect me to wear this?" Clara said, stammering with disbelief as she held up the coat-hanger, displaying an identical outfit to that of Jenny. A black and white, frilly lace maid's outfit. The sort of thing that appeared more like a tacky role-play outfit bought from a seedy sex-shop than an actual practical set of clothes. It was a stark reminder that modern-day people's perverse fantasies ultimately were founded upon and in the realities of the world. It didn't make it any easier to swallow that she was going to have to dress up in such a demeaning outfit.
"The mistress does. She's got a thing for girls in uniform. Don't worry, you know what's she's like," Jenny smirked, reaching out and running her hand across the lace, her grin stretching wider and wider as she pondered on what Clara had ultimately gotten herself into. With a smile, Jenny turned away and said as she walked around the corner, stifling a giggle, "You won't be wearing it for long…"
Unable to mask the slight smirk that creeped across her own lips, Clara turned back and made her way towards the small space that was her own personal quarters. Having expected to be set up in the guest wing of the house, this was decided downgrade from what she had hoped for. Nevertheless, she closed the door behind her and shifted the deadbolt across before stripping herself down to her simple underwear, only to realise that amidst the folds of the Maid's outfit were in fact a set of white lace lingerie that she was expected to wear. Holding them up to herself, Clara was astounded and somewhat concerned that either Vastra or Jenny had a wardrobe expansive enough to have lingerie to Clara's exact size. Not only that, but they were able to pick out after simply looking at her. Regardless, she sprung her juicy breasts from their cotton confines, and swiftly brought the lace bra over her tits, smothering them once again. It was quite a delicious looking bra Clara thought and perfectly paired with the lacy g-string she had been provided. Vastra and Jenny were nothing if not modern when it came to the preferences of lingerie, something that Clara admired and revelled in, given the fact she would never squeeze into a corset with a bust like hers. Next came the stockings and garter belt, an addition that Clara had never actually used before and was confident she had put on incorrectly. Regardless, she quickly pulled the maid's dress on and checked herself in the mirror, finding that she looked like a sex-doll more than anything. Either that or some cheap online hooker. Or worse… a kissogram. Sighing, she grabbed the flimsy hair accessory she had been provided and completed her low-rent sex-worker outfit. At least no-one other than Vastra and Jenny would see her like this.
Doing as she had been told, Clara made her way through the house, finding her way towards the dining room and politely entering. Madam Vastra was standing there waiting, with Jenny working her way around the dining table, setting out the various pieces of cutlery and accoutrements. As Clara entered, Vastra turned with a smile, "Ah, wonderful. Quite a treat for the eyes. Now, my dear, given that this is your first day, you'll be taking things slowly. It is all rather simple. Jenny will attend to myself and you will attend to my guest. Everything Jenny does, you do. When Jenny serves my starter, you serve our guests. Of course, if the guest asks for a refill of wine, you don't wait until Jenny provides me with one. Use your brain. Any questions?"
"Just the one…" Clara began, only to receive a sharp look from Madam Vastra, a pointed look that caused Clara to double back and correct what she had incorrectly begun, "Just the one, Madam Vastra… How is this supposed to make me better at sex?"
"Rule one of my programme, don't question my methods. By the end of these two weeks, you shall be a veritable deviant, but you'll learn my way. Now, go and wait by the door for my guest to arrive. Speak only when spoken to and such," Madam Vastra instructed, holding the bearing of an over-obsessive house-wife than that of a sexually wild and perverse deviant. Regardless, Clara shifted out of the room, chafing in the outfit, but making do. Standing by the door, Clara considered her decision. There wasn't much she could actually do in the scenario. She had specifically instructed the Doctor to come in two weeks' time, meaning that she was stranded here in the clutches of Vastra and Jenny, playing make-believe and play-pretend. Sighing, she conceded, acknowledging that she had made her decision and dutifully waited for what Victorian aristocrat that the mistress was entertaining to arrive.
The knock at the door came rather swiftly, to which Clara snapped out of her haze and politely opened It, being immediately met with a curious sight. There was a rather beautiful redhead standing on the doorstep. She was a little older than Clara and largely more voluptuous, with her busty chest boasting a steep and plump cleavage, and her rounded hips rolling into a rather gorgeous looking ass. But what was most peculiar was that she looked decidedly out of place, dressed in modern day jeans and a leather jacket. And even more curious was the fact that Clara could swear she saw the Tardis parked in the distance with a completely strange looking man staring out from inside. Baffled by the myriad of sights, Clara was broken out of her haze once again by the woman speaking, "I see Vastra has hired someone new. Great! Always get tired of the same old eye-candy."
"Erm… Yes… I… I am new. May I take your jacket," Clara stammered, extending her arms whilst looking past her to where she saw the Tardis, yet finding the space where the blue box stood completely empty. Brushing it off, the redheaded woman quickly handed Clara her jacket before pushing past her and into the house. Closing the door, Clara fumbled around in finding somewhere to keep the jacket and ultimately tossed in an empty room before following the woman and catching her as she entered the dining room.
"Donna! How wonderful to see you. It has been so very long," Vastra smiled, reaching out and pecking the redhead on the cheek, pulling her in for a hug as Jenny finished setting the table. Moving to stand beside Jenny, Clara did as she had been bid and shadowed her every move.
"Well, it's only been a week for me, but that's the benefit of time-travel. I admire your choice of maid, though you definitely have a type," Donna grinned, eyeing Clara up from across the room before quickly correcting herself, "Oh… I should probably watch what I say about everything around her."
"Oh, it's quite alright. Clara is all too familiar with the vast expanse of the universe and people such as yourself. Travellers and such. Please take a seat. Lunch has just been prepared," Vastra smiled, gesturing towards the chair at the other end of the table. Rushing across the room to pull the chair out for her, Clara blushed slightly at her inability to keep up with Jenny's pin-point precise movements.
"Well, I suppose. She's comfortable seeing you without the veil so she must have some knowledge," Donna chirped as lunch went on. Strangely enough, Clara found herself rather enthralled by the job, slowly blotting out what the two of them were conversing about and becoming embroiled in the reality of being a maid. It wasn't until later that she actually acknowledged this, but it was a curious thought nonetheless. She almost forgot that she here to learn about sex. Almost.
"Jenny, Clara dear. I should think that Donna and I will take some entertainment," Vastra announced, a grin stretching across Donna's face as she continued to eat her food, renewed with an eager vigour. Confused as to what Vastra meant, Clara did as she had been doing and mirrored Jenny to a tee, something which immediately gave her cause for concern as Jenny set down everything in her hands, approached the table, lifted the fringes of the lace table-cloth and dropped down to her knees. With wide eyes, Clara watched the girl crawl beneath the table, completely disappearing beneath, leaving her standing there like an idiot. Not sure what else to do other than do as she had been ordered, Clara placed everything down and slipped down to her knees, slipping underneath the table. Vastra's orders had been clear and explicit: do everything that Jenny did, but for the guest. So, as Clara looked along the underneath of the table and saw that Jenny was rolling the folds of Vastra's dress upwards and hooking her fingers inside the dark black panties that she was wearing, peeling the downwards and off her feet, notably stuffing the pair into the small pocket at the front of her outfit. And then, as expected, Jenny went about the 'entertainment'. Immediately working her tongue along the Silurian's slit, Jenny showed not only her oral expertise, but her mastery of wife's pussy. Her ability to wriggle her tongue amidst the scaly folds of her madam was unparalleled, with Clara becoming wistful for the time they had once spent together. Both Vastra and Jenny had the most magnificent tongues. The way they could move back and forth at such speed with sacrificing accuracy, somehow managing to dance across the entirety of her pussy covering the most sensitive spots with precision of a slow and tentative tongue like Clara's. She was almost nervous to turn around and do that for Donna, a thought that swiftly reminded her that she was expected to turn around and perform oral sex on a woman she had just met and who considered her as nothing more than the help.
Breathing deeply, Clara turned around and found herself staring at the woman's crotch. Most interestingly, she had already undone each and every button of her jeans, evidently aware of what was expected and eagerly anticipating receiving such pleasures from her. Ultimately, that was what concerned Clara the most. Knowing that she was waiting and expecting her to plunge her tongue inside. She didn't want to presume and be mistaken. And so, she reminded herself that this was the reason that she had enlisted herself into Vastra's tutelage and hooked her hands into the woman's jeans, opening them a little further before slowly pulling them downwards. Donna, feeling Clara at work, lifted her hips just enough to allow Clara to drag her jeans all the way down to her ankles, leaving the redhead in the most erotic and suggestive pair of dark maroon panties. The contrast with her pale and creamy skin was absolutely divine and Clara found herself growing wetter between the thighs at the mere sight. Not to mention the fabric grew ever so slightly darker towards the woman's slit, revealing just how eager Donna was. Running her fingers across Donna's pussy, she traced the woman's folds through the fabric of her underwear, lightly impressing the fabric against her slickness, feeling her wetness run through the thin garment and onto her fingers. Wanting to tease her a little more she ran the very tip of her tongue along the centre of her cunt, her hands massaging up and down the woman's legs, loving the plump and lightly chubby nature of her body. It was the ideal balance and was actually quite alluring Clara thought. Not wanting to disappoint both Donna and Vastra with a poor performance, Clara hooked her fingers inside the woman's panties and slowly peeled them downwards, working the fabric away from her sopping wet, slick pussy, biting her lip as she came face to face with the wild and untamed fiery red hair of Donna's pussy. The brunette thought that her pussy got out of hand, but this something else. It was sexy in its wildness. It wasn't overgrown and monstrous, but it was the perfect spread to draw the eye and making a more intriguing thing. At least that's what Clara said to herself to justify the quiver of pleasure she felt from seeing such a hairy cunt.
The inherent desire to taste it, to devour it, to delight in every slick fold of her pussy came over Clara just like that. Why such a feeling took over her, she would never understand, but it came over her nonetheless. Leaning forwards, she brought her lips closer and closer and closer, until she could feel the heat of her entrance emanating across her lips, and Donna could undoubtedly feel the heat of her breathing rushing through the slit of her pussy. And Donna did; and Donna grew impatient. Feeling that simple breath, Donna's hand lunged downwards with striking accuracy, grabbing the back of Clara's head and pinning her lips against her pussy. Instinctively, fighting it, Clara quickly relented and allowed her face to be smothered amidst those hairy folds, allowing Donna's arousal to sweep across her lips and chin, her nose plunged right into the heart of the hairy nest. At first, Clara only had her lips in place, but she steadily began to realise that Donna was naturally expecting more; just as Jenny and Vastra were suspecting her to comply. As such, she allowed her tongue to slip out, Donna immediately feeling it against the crest of her cunt. With the location of the brunette's tongue ascertained, Donna swiftly shifted her face downwards, perfectly and easily angling the girl's tongue towards her actual entrance. Before Clara could marvel at how well Donna understood her own pussy in every aspect, she felt the redhead sink her tongue inside of her, plunging it into her depths and sandwiching the brunette's lips against the outlying ring of her entrance. Feeling her hand abandon the back of her head for a moment, Clara was quickly surprised as Donna grabbed the top of her head and twisted her slightly at an angle, prompting her to push the tip of her nose forwards. Confused, Clara quickly felt a nub of flesh against her nose and realised that Donna had taken the measure of Clara's head and knew just how to perfectly place her face in order to have her tongue inside of her and her nose against her clit. That sort of mastery was immediately enthralling to Clara, much like the abilities that Vastra and Jenny displayed. Baffled, she reminded herself that she was her to do a job and thus rested her hands-on Donna's thighs, lightly spreading them as she began to move her tongue.
Hearing moans bouncing across the table from Vastra and Donna, Clara assumed she was doing a somewhat decent job. Writhing and wriggling her tongue deeper inside, she made sure to comb across every inch of Donna's pussy with her tongue, all whilst maintaining the contact of her nose against her clit. Consumed by the job at hand, Clara only barely noticed as she watched a garment of clothing get tossed the ground out with the table, noticing that the redhead had shed both her top and bra. Almost wanting to duck her head out to get a view of that delectable bust that had been teased behind the redhead's steep cleavage, Clara forced herself to remain where she was. Her limited lesbian experience, brought her to draw her tongue back and begin to explore the many folds and pockets of slick flesh on the outside of Donna's pussy, weaving across her slit, darting and dodging through the fiery red hair. Sliding towards her clit, Clara lapped and lavished it with as much attention as possible, her tongue coaxing it from the depths, bringing the bead of engorged and throbbing flesh to the forefront, allowing Clara to purse her lips around it, flicking her tongue wildly back and forth before affording the woman's pussy a lick from base to top, all before carving her tongue right back into the tight depths of her pussy. Thinking she was doing an excellent job, which she admittedly was, Clara was once again surprised when a hand latched itself onto her head and twisted it to the familiar angle, pushing her nose back against the slightly more exposed clitoris, affording the redhead even more blissful pleasure as she relished in the delightful tongue of the newfound maid. It wasn't nearly as talented as Jenny's, but Vastra did well to find anyone remotely able to eat pussy in the Victorian age. The last additional maid that she hired squeaked and almost threatened to leave at the first offering of Donna's slick folds, finding the idea of eating cunt more horrific than that of acting as maid to a green lizard woman. Strange times indeed.
Suddenly, Clara felt something pull her head forwards and plunge her tongue further up inside of Donna's tight, clutching hole. Startled by the suddenness of it, she expected to feel Donna's hand working its way through her hair, but found that there was nothing of the sort going on. It took her a moment amidst her air of distraction and her focus on devouring Donna's cunt to actually figure it out. The redhead had lifted one of her legs and dropped it over Clara's shoulder, her foot reaching down her back and subsequently curling in such a way that encouraged her tongue deeper inside. Once again, Donna then reached down to rearrange Clara's tongue and her angles so that it was at the most pleasurable of angles before allowing Clara to continue her ravenous work, all the while supporting one of Donna's heavy thighs. The new position was ultimately beneficial for the both of them as it expanded Donna's cunt, spreading her folds a little wider and allowing the brunette deeper and more expansive access to the redhead's quivering pussy. It was strange how enthralled she was with the delicious taste of the older woman and how exploring deeper into her pussy was inherently satisfying. Her own panties at the moment were completely drenched, slick and soaked with her arousal. If Clara had been told that she would find such pleasure in orally pleasuring someone else, she would have said that was bullshit, yet here she was, clinging to Donna's cunt, desperate and hungry for the pleasure of more of her delicious taste. Donna's moans were infrequent, but encouraging, with the redhead more focussed on ensuring that her conversation with Vastra maintained its high level of eloquence.
As Clara continued, she felt quivers and shudders move through Donna's pussy, the pleasure she was imposing on the redhead slowly beginning to rise to an orgasmic end. Breathing through her nose, Clara redoubled her efforts in making sure that Donna's orgasm was as perfect as possible. With each wayward lick of her tongue, Donna became more and more uncomposed, reclining in her chair and giving Clara a flash of her breasts for the first time. They were round and pillowy, almost sagging yet not drooping to the point where they were a little difficult to look at. Retaining a degree of perkiness even in their massive size, they begged to be delighted and explored. Pushing such thoughts from her mind, Clara instead doubled down on making Donna cum, only to have control of even that completely ripped away from her. The closer and closer Donna's orgasm came to sweeping through her body, the more the redhead seemingly didn't trust Clara to maintain the pleasure. It started with a hand lowering itself to Clara's head and holding her in place, followed by a second one that completely restricted Clara's movements, rendering her a surface against which Donna could grind against, with the redhead lightly shifting her hips back and forth, rubbing herself across the brunette's round featured face. Third was her other leg hooking around the other side of her neck, pulling her closer. Finally, she lifted her ass of the seat and began to wildly grind and gyrate herself against Clara's face, rutting her cunt right against her features, using them for her own personal pleasure, smearing the woman's face with her arousal. And yet again, Clara felt a strange perverse sense of pleasure from being used as if she was some particularly detailed sex toy, having her pussy thrust right against her face and rubbed back and forth. She kept her tongue rigid and impaled on Donna's pussy, but not for long as it slipped out amidst the increased tempo of Donna's moans, all culminating in the grip on Clara's head tightening, forcing her firmly against her folds, pinning her in place as her orgasm rushed over her, the redhead savouring it amidst groans of pleasure. A couple thrusts later and Donna finally let go of Clara, allowing the brunette to breathe deeply, no longer being trapped amidst the tight folds of the sexually voracious redhead.
Glancing behind her, she noticed that Jenny was no longer pleasuring Vastra, the Silurian having cum minutes prior. Rolling out from underneath the table, she saw Jenny standing with her hands behind her back, waiting for Clara to join her. Doing so, Clara turned to face the table, not realising that her face and hair were complete upset and dishevelled, her face glistening with Donna's arousal. Looking at Donna, she saw that the woman had swiftly recovered, her breasts completely exposed as she finished drinking her glass of wine, "A fine performance as always, Madam Vastra. But I need to rest a while…"
"Of course, I'll have Jenny show you to your room. Don't worry about dressing yourself. The curtains are all naturally shut given the nature of your visit," Madam Vastra commented, sliding out from her seat and gesturing towards Jenny to lead the woman through the house.
"Always one step ahead. Lead the way Jenny," Donna grinned, slipping out herself and kicking her jeans and panties to one side. Collecting up her clothes, she bundled them under her arm and followed the swaying hips of the maid out of the room, drawing Clara's gaze to the redhead's round and bountiful bum.
"What did you learn from that, Clara?" Vastra asked as soon as they had the room to themselves. Throwing the young girl a handkerchief, she gestured for her to clean her face as Vastra closed the door, ensuring them a little more privacy on the off-chance Donna doubled back.
"That redheads are just as wild as the stereotype," Clara smirked as she did as she was told, cleaning up the considerable amount of slickness that remained upon her face. Looking up to Vastra, she saw a familiar steely eyed look in the woman's eye
"If you aren't going to take this seriously, you can remain in your quarters for the next two weeks," Vastra said with concerning sincerity, making her way towards the door. The seriousness with which she took this training was quite remarkable indeed.
"No, no! I'm sorry… Erm… That… That some people's lady-parts are more sensitive in some areas?" Clara suggested, frankly guessing. All she really did was eat out Donna's pussy. It wasn't spectacular or anything special in her opinion and so she failed to see the lesson.
"A lesson that is important, yet not the one that Ms. Noble is emblematic of. What is the one consistent thing that she always ensured you did?" Vastra asked, resting her fingers on Clara's chin. When she saw that Clara was still as clueless as before, she effortlessly turned the brunette's head slightly, angling her in a very familiar way.
"She always angled my head so that my nose was pressed tightly against her clit…" Clara breathed, startled that she didn't realise that immediately. It was clear. It was the most intriguing thing that Donna did, yet she didn't think it remarkable enough to mention.
"Exactly. Lesson number one. If you are to learn how to become a Queen of pleasure, you must first learn your own body. You need to know your most sensitive areas. You need to know every inch of your anatomy. What weird spots give you a tingle of carnal pleasure. In knowing your own body, you're able to not only maximise your own pleasure, but attain a deeper understanding of others. Donna has done exactly that. For example, an inch below her left elbow, there is a spot that when lightly caressed in concentric circles causing her body to tingle. She knows that about herself and as such, now so do I…" Vastra explained, collecting her handkerchief from Clara before pulling back, her smile widening.
"I think I get it. There is no point trying to be the sexual master of other people if you aren't the sexual master of yourself," Clara mused, the lesson actually hitting surprisingly hard. It was hardly profound wisdom, yet it made sense. When looking at Donna, Vastra and Jenny, they were all so confident in the sexual desires they commanded. They knew what they wanted and thus held such a reverent sexual allure.
"Exactly. Which is why I suggest you take the rest of the afternoon to do just that. Clean yourself up and wash down, then retreat to your quarters and explore yourself. Discover your own body," Vastra suggested, making her way over to the doorway, stopping before she left, "You will likely be called upon later in the evening, so be dressed in your uniform by dinner-time. A single ring of the servant's bell if for my room and Jenny shall attend to it. Two rings are for the guest-bedroom which you shall attend to. If Jenny requires your assistance, she will come and find you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Madam Vastra," Clara smiled softly, remembering her manners this time and relishing the smirk that cracked across Vastra's face as a result. Clasping her hands behind her back, Clara straightened herself up, taking a degree of pride in herself as she did so.
"Wonderful. Now, of you go. I'm going to go and see that our guest is settled In to her bedroom just fine and have a talk with Jenny," Vastra explained before leaving Clara to herself. If nothing, Clara was glad for the order, as it meant that she was able to go and masturbate. She desperately needed to cum after that display.