Maid to be Married

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In 1894, a proper London maid knew her place in the world. Mary, a pretty 18 year old example of the serving class, thought she knew her place quite well. Things change when she inadvertently discovers the shocking secret her beloved Miss Amanda has been hiding all her life. It is an early morning secret that makes the bedclothes rise as if supported by a tent pole! Mary soon finds her true place in the world. A warm and snug place beneath the unique and lovely body of her beloved mistress!

Maid to be Married

By Honey Moon

It had just been the tiniest of glimpses, but it had been more then enough to set Mary’s mind in a whirl. Could such things really be true? Could someone like Miss Amanda Oswald really truly be real? “Oh my.” The maid sighed in the privacy of her little room in the servant’s wing of the stately Oswald manor. “Oh my goodness me!”

The buxom redhead sighed again. She could hardly believe the sight she beheld early that morning. As was her daily task, she had slipped into her mistress’s room and opened the curtains on a bright and beautiful autumn day. Miss Amanda was sleeping later then usual. Normally she would be sitting up, and offer a few kind words. Today was different. The celebrations of her eighteenth birthday had kept her up far later then where her habits. A shaft of sunlight played across the large four poster bed. That was when Mary gasped. It wasn’t the sight of glorious golden hair fanned out over the pillow, nor was it the gentle rise and fall of firm lovely breasts as her mistress stirred into wakefulness. It was the large presence under the bedcovers, rising like a circus tent pole from the young woman’s midsection!

Mary Elizabeth O’Brian had seen such a sight quite a few times before while in the employ of Colonel Sebastian Moran. Many’s the morning she had to fight off the retired soldier and well known hunter’s amorous advances in her efforts to preserve her cherished innocence! She had left his service the very day he had gone as far as to tear the bodice of her prim black uniform! Her screams had stopped him, as he feared more then anything police involvement in his private affairs.

Thank goodness he had the good graces to write her such a sterling letter of recommendation when she announced she was leaving! She was doubly grateful in finding a new position before her former employer was arrested in an attempt to add that consulting detective, Mister Sherlock Holmes, to his bag of big game. Mary shuddered. Mister Holmes’s mysterious return to life and London had been the talk of the town! Being touched by such a sordid scandal would have surely prevented her from making the discovery she had made this morning!

Unpleasantness forgotten, Mary’s mind returned to her new mistress. “Miss Amanda has a, she has…” Even in privacy, Mary had trouble making herself say such a naughty thing. Her face grew warm as she blushed. “Miss Amanda has a boy’s prod!”

Somehow the sight didn’t give her the same feeling of dread she felt as the Colonel chased her around his bedchamber. This was somehow different. Mary could never admit it to anyone, but she had a deep distrust and fear of males. They were too rough! If only she could find a man who could treat her with the gentle kindness of a woman! She shied away from such thoughts. Momma had beaten her when she was young, and had poorly phrased her thoughts of how much more desirable it would be to kiss a woman’s soft lips instead of a man’s! Was this what she had been waiting for, a woman with the secret aspect of a man?

Miss Amanda had smiled at her as if nothing was amiss. “Good morning, Mary. Please inform mother I will be joining her directly for breakfast. Then you may inform the driver that I shall need him to bring the carriage around directly afterward.” It was then she realized the state of the bedclothes, or more rightly, the state of her own body. “Go! Go now!” she had cried in panic as she covered the tell tale lump with a pillow.

Mary ran from the room. She feared she would be sacked on the spot, but when next she saw Miss Amanda; her mistress only gave her a rueful smile. “Mary, please forgive me for that disgraceful display.” She had said in sweet gentle kindness. “Please know that your position here is secure, as long as you breathe not one word of what you observed to a living soul.”

“Miss Amanda, I would never betray you!” Mary had promised. “You and the Lady Penelope have been most kind! I would never act to cause you unease!”

The lovely blonde had taken Mary’s hands into her own. The maid still could feel the tingle that had raced all through her body at that simple touch! “Thank you, Mary. Rest assured I will never give you cause to feel unease while you remain in this household!”

Much later, safe and snug in her little cham

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