MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER<br/><br/><strong>"Good afternoon, Master Alistair. Your new toy was making a din. I came to shut her up but as you can see she refuses. I can get a gag from the store-room if you wish it."</strong>As I spoke I watched the heir to Forest Keep drag the girl's head back. His upside down grin would have had more impact if she had seen it but in my view a blindfold was more disorienting and certainly more frightening than any amount of wicked expressions.<br/><br/>As he had moved to grab her so had I. His pulling back of her head further and further was folding her down now almost in half. The bent over pose had exposed her throat and made her arch prettily such that her bosom now thrust upwards just inviting to be touched. It was tempting to take her right here but the Master was in charge now. I contented myself with reaching out a hand and mauling at her bosom, gripping one fleshy mound and kneading it randomly, digging my fingers into the warm doughy softness before scooting my fingers across it and finding the maiden's teat under the thin material. I rubbed, then gripped and gently twisted, applying pressure. As I played with her body I spoke.<br/><br/><strong>"Dearie me, dearie-dearie me. Demand this, demand that, no apologies, no obeying. You do like to make an easy life difficult don't you my pet?"</strong>I let her go and stepped back.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you wish, your Lordship? She could be taken to the training room and I can have her mounted on a frame for you or I can leave her in your loving care. Screaming in the main house does rather upset the staff and guests though, so if you wish her to make noise might I suggest an adjournment to the training room?"</strong>