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Miss Easter led me to her quarters. Before venturing too far though, I requested that she have a few maids present with us. My excuse was to get others’ opinions on my appearance for my rendezvous with Lurkson. The reality was that I did not trust myself with being alone with Miss Easter.

She was a very charming woman and I was very influential.

Three maids joined us and I do not recall their names. But I do remember they were quiet and quite huffy about being near Miss Easter. I could taste a certain tension in the air.

Miss Easter’s quarters were cramped and windowless. She lit several candles to chase away the darkness and it grew hot in the closed space. The three maids sat on Miss Easter’s bed. Miss Easter jested about having so many girls alone with her.

“It is like a fantasy come true,” giggled Miss Easter. “Madame Gothia is going to be my dress up darling! Maybe you three ladies might like to try something on too?”

“I feel as if I am going to participate in some tiny stage show,” I said.

“You were the one who wanted an audience,” said Miss Easter.

“Yes and I am surprised you all agreed to assist,” I said to the maids.

“Not like we had a choice,” said one maid who was quite plump and sat in the middle.

“These lovely ladies are currently under my thumb,” said Miss Easter as she put a finger to her lips. “I know a dirty little secret of theirs.”

“Really? Pray tell!” I demanded.

The maids glared at Miss Easter but their eyes failed to stop her. “You know the tale of Pasiphae? Wife of Minos and mother of the minotaur.”

“Of course, King Minos refused to slay the Cretan Bull for Poseidon and the god cursed Pasiphae to fall in love with the bull. She eventually had this wooden cow made so she could—”

I paused and stared at the maids. They looked away from me with reddened faces. I could not help but giggle. Miss Easter also giggled and the three maids’ faces turned a deeper scarlet.

“What? Was it Hercules, the bull that was slaughtered for our dinner?” I asked Miss Easter while laughing uncontrollably. She nodded. “Why? And how?”

“Too much wine will drive a woman to do anything,” said Miss Easter. “The day before the slaughter, I saw them drunk and prancing towards the field where Hercules was grazing. And little did good Hercules know that he was about to die, very happy.”

“I must know more,” I said to the maids. “I am most intrigued on how you performed such a feat without being trampled.”

The maids remained silent. The more voluptuous maid was especially quiet and was trembling and clenching at her apron. Miss Easter and I continued to giggle at the maid’s drunken mischief.

“No details are needed, Madame Gothia,” said Miss Easter. “I will say this though, I did envy that bull. Hercules had the time of his life and he was too simple of an animal to appreciate it.”

“He was an animal but a man nonetheless,” said the plump maid. She became bolder and the red hue of shame left her face. She looked me square in the eyes and said, “I was drunk and stupid, I will admit that. Was not the first time I got drunk and had a man. But at least I am no coward. Right, Miss Easter?”

Miss Easter turned white as the maid gazed at her. Miss Easter then spoke with a trembling voice, “Right, shall we choice what Madame Gothia should wear—”

“I am not finished yet,” said the plump maid as she stood up.

The other two watched her with terrified interest. This maid was challenging Miss Easter and a fight was about to break out. I stepped away from Miss Easter to avoid being caught in the melee. I did not want to suffer any injury before meeting my Lurkson.

The challenging maid put her hands on her hips and stood before Miss Easter without fear. “So, why not go ahead and tell Madame Vineharth the details? Hmm?”

“Well, we did make an agreement that I was to remain silent about the whole affair and you ladies would take my share of chores,” said Miss Easter sheepishly. “I have been true to my word and we have all been—”

“You did just tell Madame Vineharth,” said one maid.

“Yeah and how do we know you will not tell anyone else?” asked the other maid.

Miss Easter suddenly became very timid and said, “Well, you two have little fear, you did not do as much to Hercules as—”

“Those two behind me played with Hercules like foolish school girls,” said the challenging maid as she stared at me, “Clumsy and inexperienced and they hesitated. But I had the guts to go far with that bull.”

“How far?” I asked and the plump maid gave me the details.

I turned red upon hearing every last graphic thing that maid did to the bull. If Hercules was a human man, he would have been sore for days after experiencing her love. The plump maid was especially proud of utilizing her massive bosom.

I had to admit, her bust was grander than even Maggy’s. She could have smothered a man to death with them. Miss Easter had her eyes on that plump maid’s chest. But Miss Easter seemed more nervous and fearful than aroused.

The plump maid then glared at Miss Easter and said, “You would not know what to do with a woman if she got naked in front of you, Miss Easter.”

The maid then tore off her apron and proceeded to unbutton the top of her uniform. She then forced out her ginormous bosom. I had never seen breasts so big and weighty. They indeed put my Maggy’s breasts to shame.

Miss Easter stared at the maid’s breasts with a mix of delight and horror. She turned a dark shade of pink that was unbecoming of my first impressions of her. The maid then grabbed her breasts and stretched them towards Miss Easter.

“Go on then, put your face between them,” offered the plump maid. “Bite them! I’m a mother of four and got plenty of milk you can have from them. Go on and have a taste. Come now, Miss Easter, we are all waiting!”

The plump maid then shook them together and they slapped loudly. I dug my nails into my palms because I envied Miss Easter and I would not have hesitated. Miss Easter looked away as the maid approached her with her large breasts wobbling.

“Just as I thought,” said the plump maid triumphantly. “You are all talk but you cave once the chance comes your way. Hercules was an animal but at least an animal does not think until it becomes a coward.”

“You are just taking me off guard, that is all,” said Miss Easter.

“Really? Then by all means, show Madame Vineharth and the rest of us who you really are,” said the maid as she let go of her breast and they sagged down in front of Miss Easter. She then arched her back, shoved her chest forward and shouted, “They are all yours! Have at it!”

We all waited and Miss Easter did not act. The plump maid then nodded victoriously and reassembled her uniform and told the other two maids to leave with her. And so the three maids left, leaving me alone with the defeated Miss Easter.

And I was too in shock to say anything.

Miss Easter then sat on her bed with a crooked smile. “Well, that happened. I was wondering how long before one of them would call me out. I guess I will be doing my share of chores after all.”

“I am beyond confused right now,” I said. “That maid had a bosom that I was ready to enjoy. And yet you hesitated. Why? Are you really a woman who loves other women or are you a virgin playing games?”

“I am no virgin,” said Miss Easter. She looked very insulted at first but then her sharp expression softened. “But my number of lovers is only two. There was a time I lived as a noble. I played the part of a noblewoman and tried to be a good daughter for the Duke. And there was a boy from a noble family the Longropers were friendly with.”

“And this boy was your first lover?” I asked.

Miss Easter sniffed and nodded. “I lost my virginity to him when we both were fifteen. He was a childhood friend who loved me deeply and yet I could not feel the same for him. I told him as much and he went off to marry a woman who could give him the love he needed.”

“You did not love him and yet you still had sex with him?” I asked.

Miss Easter nodded and said, “I needed to be sure. I needed to be sure of myself. And after being with that man who loved me, and I felt nothing for him, I knew. I knew I desired the company of a woman.”

I sat down next to Miss Easter as her tears welled up. There was regret in her eyes as she stared at herself in the full body mirror mounted on the wall. I felt very sorry for her but restrained myself from touching her. For all I knew it as a trap to lure me into her grasp.

“I am guessing your second lover was a woman then?” I asked.

“She was and she was of nobility,” said Miss Easter. “She and I met at a party, became infatuated with one another, and courted secretly for a time. She was so incredible. She was everything I could have hoped for in a partner. But it was not meant to be.”

“What happened?” I asked.

Miss Easter hesitated but built up some courage before speaking. “We were making love one night and I enjoyed her breasts. And a droplet of milk entered my mouth. I then noticed how plump she had become. And I was horrified to learn that she was pregnant.”

My jaw dropped in awe. “She was with a man and never told you?”

Miss Easter nodded and said, “She had been courting several men. But none of them had the status of nobility the Longroper family had. So she was using me in hopes to gain influence and rank up.”

“That bitch,” I said in disgust.

Miss Easter nodded, giggled, and smiled bravely. “Yes, she was, in the end. After I broke things off with her, I approached the Duke and came clean about my forbidden lifestyle. He then stripped me of my noble title and name as punishment. And after that, the duke offered me lodging here at the manor and employed me as a maid.”

“A confusing turning of events,” I said. “I know same-sex relationships are forbidden and he had to punish you by stripping you of your noble identity. And yet he still gave you a home and employment?”

“He is still my father, after all,” said Miss Easter. “I was only punished because the other noble families would have pressured him to take action. He had become soft and more carefree since retiring as an executioner. He had every right to execute me but decided to spare me instead by removing my nobility and making me a servant.”

“So that is how the daughter of a duke and a lady became a maid,” I said. “But are you happy with life, Miss Easter?”

Miss Easter shrugged and said, “It has been a good life and I sacrificed finding my kind of happiness for comfort and security. I pretend with Lurky to make me feel better. I had not kissed or touched a woman since my last relationship fell apart. And now the other maids know I am harmless and timid. Such is life.”

“But you live a life that is void of the love you wish for,” I said. I then boldly placed my hand on her knee. “If you are lonely, I could give you company for tonight.”

I put her to the test. If she told the truth, she would reject my offer. If she was lying to seduce me, then she would try to steal a kiss. I braced my other hand to slap her.

I hated liars.

Miss Easter flashed me a smile, somberness filled her eyes, and she said, “Oh, you are far too sweet but you have an obligation to Lurky. And I know he is in love with you. I could see it in his soul.”

“You can read souls now, can you?” I asked with a smile.

“Only a little,” said Miss Easter as she took my hand from her knee. “Come on now, let us find you a suitable costume for this special occasion.”

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Miss Easter had an array of outfits in her closet. Some would be appropriate for masquerade balls and costume parties. Many were not meant to be worn to noble or public events. There were so many corsets of varying styles and sizes.

They were relics of Miss Easter’s time with her noblewoman lover. She did not have the heart to let them go. Her sentimentality only enhanced how tragic her previous life was.

I tried on many corsets behind a changing curtain. Miss Easter assisted me for a few but she bashfully looked away. One black leather corset finally fit me well enough but like all others, my bust overflowed on the top.

“You really do have such ridiculous proportions,” commented Miss Easter. “That is the smallest corset I have and it fits your little body well but that top! I have never seen a girl so short possess such a tremendous bosom.”

“I am not sure if you are complimenting or criticizing,” I said.

“Your little cute and sexy body is something to celebrate,” said Miss Easter. “Oh, how I envy Lurky.”

I could not help but test her again. Here I was, wearing such a tight corset with black panties, and stockings that went all the way up my legs. And here was a woman who clearly eyed me with nostalgic desire.

“Last chance, Raven Easter,” I said while hopping on my heels which caused my squeezed bosom to tremble. “Do you want me here and now?”

“I do want you but I cannot steal another's love,” said Miss Easter regretfully. “It would be hypocritical of me. Lurky is such a good boy and has been a wonderful brother to me. He deserves happiness which I am sure you will provide, Gothia.”

I felt horrendously humbled by her sentiment. It was absolutely dreadful of her to be so kind and virtuous with me. I had to reward her in some way. And I had an offering in mind as I put on a black silk robe.

“Amongst my staff is a maid who is of like mind to your own,” I said. “If you would like, I could play cupid and match you two together.”

Miss Easter gawked at me and shook her head. “No, do not do that. Do not give me false hope. That is far too cruel even for a dark beauty like yourself, Gothia.”

“Her name is Kathryn and she has been open with me about her sexuality,” I explained. “She has a crush on my Maggy which is a mutual interest we share.”

Miss Easter grew hopeful yet suspicion filled her eyes. “Now, Gothia. Do not be like that. While your Maggy is a very desirable woman, I doubt any maid would be so forward about her own attractions to such a woman’s sister.”

I shrugged and said, “Believe me or not, that is your choice. Her name is Kathryn and she had confided in me with her secret. I believe she is truly a woman of equal nature to you. You can tell her that I sent you and I believe you two are a suitable match.”

“Kathryn? Kathryn.” Miss Easter whispered the name then threw her hands up in defeat with a smile. “Very well. I was already embarrassed tonight. What is one more shame to add to the pile? I will speak to this Kathryn and I will prepare myself for a good slap in the face!”

Little did Miss Easter know that I was being honest. Our maid Kathryn was a hard working maid of modest beauty. She was always quite bashful, just like Miss Easter. Kathryn was so very withdrawn until I told her of my feelings for Maggy.

Kathryn in turn revealed her own feelings and we became a secret admirers club for our dear Maggy. And before me was an opportunity for me to aid dear Kathryn and poor Miss Easter in finding the happiness they desired. And I played cupid on their behalf.

After all, I found my Lurkson. Love worked in mysterious ways. I hoped cupid had a spare arrow for me. The heart wants what it wants and all other things can be damned to Hades.

I became driven, possessed by the sexual outfit I wore and my own heart’s carnal cravings.

Lurkson was mine for the taking and I was about to claim my dark angel’s heart.

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