The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)
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				Title: <strong>The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 14:54:49</strong>
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				The Marlow Mansion lay on a large estate on the edge of the Wilds. It was tranquil, secluded, and offered a lot of freedom. The grounds were kept by a crew of three gardeners, keeping the grass trim and the flower garden flourishing was more then a full time job for the three of them. There was also one cook in the kitchen and three maids who performed a variety of jobs. The maids also helped the cook when there were large dinner parties. <br><br>The Mansion itself was grand, with a twin staircase in the entrance way with a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Through the main entrance was the Grand Ball Room, where all parties were hosted. Double Doors led into the Grand Dining Hall where close to 50 guests could be seated at one large table. The Kitchen and servant quarters lay in the back of the Mansion on this floor, along with an indoor pool and sauna room. The second floor hosted an informal dining room where most family meals were eaten, a movie theatre and a game room, along with the Master Study. The third and final floor consisted of the Master Suit, family rooms, and quest rooms.<br><br>Andrew Marlow, at 20 years old, was in the midst of completing his college degree in History. He wasn't entirely sure what he would do with such a degree but he wasn't too worried about it either. He was starting to feel the stress of the semester so had decided to return home to the country estate for the long weekend to relax and go hunting. He would call some local friends up and invite them out with him, of course, but this friday night he wanted things to himself. Arriving in his BMW, he leaves his suitcase in the car. The maids had to earn their living afterall. Entering through the front door, he is surprised to see the place rather empty. His father had probably gone on another business trip, he thought, as he called out. "Hello? Father, are you here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 00:57:21</strong>
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				Name: Elizabeth (“Beth”) Sheridan<br>Gender: Female<br>Age: 23<br>Height: 5'5"<br>Weight: 134lbs, (9st 8lb)<br>Hair Colour: Brunette, shoulder length, full bodied and curling. Worn up when working.<br>Eye Colour: Blue-Grey.<br>Build: Curvaceous (36D, 25, 36).<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BethCamisole.jpg)<br><br>Beth finished university a year ago and while looking for permanent work she took up various casual jobs, working as a chambermaid/cleaner on cruise liners over the summer and as a waitress in bars and restaurants during winter. She also spent a brief stint at a beauty parlour where she picked up the basics of manicure, pedicure, massage and hairdressing, though her skills were limited.<br><br>Still looking for permanent work, Beth applied a month ago for the job of maid at Marlow Grange, a sprawling Victorian Gothic pile set against one hillside of a pretty valley on the edge of the moors some miles from the rest of civilization. Marlow had its own tenanted farms and extensive grounds. It had a modest staff that included three maids.<br><br>(http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/content/images/2006/08/04/19967_470x372.jpg)<br><br>When she was interviewed by the master of the house Beth discovered something interesting. The advertised pay was pretty basic and nothing to write home about, the main benefit was the lack of outgoings since she’d have a room, meals and uniform provided, so much of her pay could go straight into her investment account for a rainy day. In return she was told she merely need do laundry, ironing, polish, vacuum, dust and clean floors and bathrooms, her duties would keep her away from the public part of the manor house and she would not meet family often and guests never. The uniform was practical but dull (the master showed her a photograph), a black knee length full skirted dress with fitted bodice, high neck and long sleeves. A white bibbed-apron, opaque hose, low heels and cap completed the look.<br><br>Then the master offered something else. He said that the girls who accepted the lower pay scale and basic duties often only stayed a short while, moving on usually after a couple of months. However, he said, there was a senior pay scale that involved additional duties and a different uniform. The girls who accepted this often stayed much longer, though he did not elaborate on why the former left soon and the latter didn’t.<br><br>At the sound of ‘senior pay scale’ Beth’s eyebrow rose. The additional duties, the master announced, included working in the main public part of the house at times of the day when guests were present and family and guests were to be served as a priority. In addition to the rather normal tasks he’d outlined as basics for a maid, the girls were to serve at table and to serve drinks in the drawing and smoking rooms after dinner. They would be expected to attend upon family members and guests in their rooms, laying out linens, drawing baths and assisting with dressing and undressing as well as any more personal duties such as trimming hair, dressing the ladies’ hair, painting their nails, massages and of course late night room service should a guest require drinks. Or anything else. When there were balls or formal dinners or garden parties or shooting parties, the senior maids were to circulate with drinks and food and also to be available for the guests every need.<br><br>As her potential employer spoke, Beth noted a gleam or two in his eye and some of his words were accented in just such a way that she wondered quite what some of these <em>additional duties</em> might entail.<br><br>“Be aware that I only offer the post of ‘senior maid’ to those applicants I deem suitable.” As he spoke she noticed his gaze drop momentarily down to her bust, before returning to meet her blue-grey eyes with his dreamlike creamy-brown ones, “Would you be interested, Miss Sheridan?” he asked.<br><br>Beth was pretty sure what she was being offered, dressing and undressing, giving massages, middle of the night room service… and talking to her tits. She put two and two together and arrived at 36D pretty fast. She was a girl of the modern world, had had several boyfriends and knew exactly what went where and when and how hard and fast. She also knew that certain things could go in certain other less usual places and frequently enjoyed it when they did.<br><br>She folded her slim-fingered pale hands neatly on the desk before her. Her potential employer noted the lack of any rings; wedding, engagement, promise or otherwise. “You mentioned higher pay, sir, how much higher would that be, please?”<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BethInterview.jpg) <br><br>“Because of the additional duties there are in fact two compensations. One for the staff,” – he slid a fresh offer of employment letter across the desk at her. The salary figure on it caught her eye at once. It was a <em>considerable</em> step up from the basic pay she’d applied for, “and one,” he continued, pushing a photograph of the different uniform across so it lay with the letter, clearly forming a complete package, “for the family and guests.”<br><br>He put the tips of his fingers together, making a tent of his hands, elbows on the desk awaiting her reaction.<br><br>Beth looked at the photograph.<br><br>“I see.”<br><br>He put a hand in his jacket pocket and drew out a fountain pen. Unscrewing the cap and pushing it onto its other end he lay it, the nib facing towards himself, on the letter.<br><br>“Take your time,” he smiled warmly, “I do want to ensure that only the right sort of staff are employed at Marlow and that you are completely comfortable with this offer.” He put his palms together as though in prayer, elbows back on the desk and tapped his touching forefingers to his lips a few times.<br><br>Beth looked at the photograph again. It had front and rear views. From the seams running arrow straight up the backs of the (extremely pretty) girl’s legs it was obvious the hose were stockings. Nothing actually <em>showed</em> of course, it wasn’t obscene, it was still a maids uniform, it was just… rather shorter than the other one. Nothing showed in the normal standing posture, but when the wearer bent down… And instead of a high neck there was a scooped neck trimmed prettily with white lace that was low. Very low, in fact. The long sleeves of the basic uniform were replaced by pretty puffed capped ones that came only a few inches off the shoulder and high heels with ankle straps replaced the flat shoes. The material looked a little lighter weight too, more clingy, more shiny. The apron was reduced to a small bib below the bust which appeared to be a part of the dress and a very short apron was worn over the tiny flared skirt that tied in a large flouncy cute bow at the small of the back. Showing from under the skirt was a froth of sheer white net, a separate crinoline it seemed. The dainty white cap remained and strangely reminiscent of a bunny girl outfit there were starched white stud cuffs and a white choker collar frothed with lace quite separate from the main dress.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Uniform_600.jpg)<br><br>Beth studied it carefully, certainly the outfit would be much more of a compensation for the master or (male) guest rather than the wearer. She studied the salary. Her potential employer studied her. Usually within ten seconds he knew when the girls were going to say ‘no’. They’d take one look at the photograph and refuse at once, many of them. He’d even been slapped a couple of times. But that was fine, no way did he want to employ those girls. If they sat looking at it as long as Miss Sheridan was doing, he was confident they’d understood <em>exactly</em> what sort of duties would be required of them.<br><br>Beth picked up the elegant fountain pen and signed her name, recapping and returning it to its owner. Spinning the letter about on the desk she pushed it over to him.<br><br>“When do I start?” she asked, a warm smile lighting up her face.<br><br>“I’ll get one of the under-butlers to take your bag up to your room right away. Take your time, unpack, have a bath, rest a little from your journey and then ring the bell when you’re ready. You’ll find uniforms in the wardrobe, your size is not out of our standard off the peg range,” he said, recalling the measurements that she’d submitted with her application – a request he always made so that a suitable uniform could be found, or if the size was unusual, made up. “I’ll get one of the lads to bring you back down and I’ll show you around the ‘front of house’. After that, Whittaker, the head butler will take you through the more usual duties.”<br><br>He reached to take back the photograph of the skimpy uniform but Beth put a finger on it and slid it towards herself, “May I keep this?” she asked, “I find it rather fetching.”<br><br>“Of course,” her new employer smiled, “And if you feel up for it, you may wish to model for me for a replacement? Minor changes are introduced to the uniform from time to time.”<br><br>Beth has now been working at Marlow Grange for a month.<br><br>* * * * * * * * * *<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello? Father, are you here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Beth paused in her job of tidying away the glassware and cocked her ear at the voice. No-one was expected tonight. She went out of the informal dining room on the second floor to the wide landing that led down on both sides via the lovely formal staircases to the entrance hall. Below her in the hall was a young man. In his late teens perhaps, casually but smartly dressed. Beth didn’t know him.<br><br><em>Or… is it? Him?</em><br><br>She checked her hair was in place, smoothed her uniform down a little and started down the stairs. Part way down the clicking of her heels on the stone caught his attention and he looked up. She stopped, one hand on the banister.<br><br><em>No. Can’t be. He’s at university.</em><br><br><strong>“Good evening, sir. I am very sorry but the master of the house is presently not at home. May I enquire who you wish to speak with?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 02:18:05</strong>
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				Andrew was wearing khakis and polo shirt, his athletic form turning at the sound of heels on stone. From his angle and view, he could see that tops of the Maids stockings, her shirt barely long enough to reach them, with a very low cut top. His father had always had a fancy for...revealing clothes on a woman, and apparently he had changed the dress codes since Andrews last visit. Andrew wasn't about to complain either.<br><br>"Who do I wish to...who do you think I am, so petty guest? My name is Andrew Marlow and you had best get used to that." He says, watching as she descends the stairs. "I shall be treated exactly like you treat my Father. What is your name, Maid?" He spits back, irritated that she would not know who he was with out him having to tell her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 02:41:31</strong>
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				The young man turned and fixed Beth with a hard gaze. She didn't even blink but remained several steps above him, looking down. The extra height gave her the dominant position, which she did not give up straight away.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Who do I wish to...who do you think I am, some petty guest? My name is Andrew Marlow and you had best get used to that."<br><br>"I shall be treated exactly like you treat my Father. What is your name, Maid?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I am begging your pardon, Master Marlow, naturally the Master of the house has mentioned you often though I am new here. One month. Forgive me."</strong> Beth gave him a small curtsey, and smiling in such a way that she appeared nervous, continued. <strong>"My name is Elizabeth, Master, though if it pleases you I prefer to be called Beth. Does Master Marlow intend to stay the night? If so Beth will prepare your room... and your bag...?"</strong><br><br><em>A pity, So good looking in the photographs. Shame about the arrogance.<br><br>Still… early days yet.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 14:33:27</strong>
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				He was not the least bit intimidated by the main and was rather enjoying the view she offered by remaining on the stairs. He nods his head as she speaks.<br><br>"Of course I want you to prepare my room. My bag is waiting in my car." He wasn't about to lug the damn thing around in his own home when his father paid these people to do it for him. "I shall be in my fathers study while I wait for you to prepare my room. I ensure you can do so in a timely manner, Beth?" He says, staring up at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 00:46:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I shall be in my fathers study while I wait for you to prepare my room. I ensure you can do so in a timely manner, Beth?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Beth smiled at him as he continued to stare up at her, knowing exactly where he was looking. Deciding that despite his harsh manner she rather liked the line of his jaw and the glint in his eye she resumed stepping down towards him, taking care in her high heels and descending with a little more of a hip swing than usual so that her short skirt kicked out and revealed a little more than was necessary. Mr. Marlow had been quite explicit with his instructions. <em>If a family member or other guest shows the slightest interest in observing you, then give them something extra to watch so their valuable time isn't wasted.</em><br><br>The maid came clickity-clicking down the staircase to stand tidily and brightly before the gentleman, her hands clasped in front against her apron. As she descended off the last two steps her height advantage was lost. On level ground even in her three inch heels he still had several inches height advantage over her. Bobbing her head she said, <strong>“If Master Marlow would care to go up to the study, Beth will prepare his room and unpack his things.”</strong> she smiled happily, seemingly indestructible in her cheerfulness.<br><br>Just then the door under one of the staircases that led to the servants corridor opened and Whittaker the butler entered the hall. Greeting the young Mr. Marlow with a cordial though restrained welcome and a most deferential nod, he rang for a valet to get the son’s bag.<br><br>Beth went over to him, <strong>“Oh, no, no, Mr. Whittaker, please, I’ll get Master Marlow’s things. I want to since I inadvertently caused some offence to him a moment ago and would like to make amends. But if Jonathan could park Master Marlow’s car…?”</strong><br><br>With that, Beth went smartly out of the main door to Andrew’s car, her small shoes crunching across the gravel, retrieved the weekend case and a light coat and returned to the hall. Moments later one of the two young male valets, Jonathan, arrived and was told by Whittaker to garage the motor, fill its fuel tank and wipe it down.<br><br>* * * * * * * * * *<br><br>Minutes later Beth entered the room she knew belonged to Master Andrew. Mr. Marlow had mentioned it often enough. It was one of the finer rooms in the house with a splendid view from it's stone balustraded balcony over the parkland at the rear of the property. It also had one of the nicest and most modern en-suite bathrooms in the house with a big kidney shaped spa bath and a wet-room style shower area big enough for four, all beautifully appointed in white tile, glass and chrome. She gazed at the fine bathroom, a truly beautiful room.<br><br>Beth turned the lights on and opened the balcony doors to allow in the fresh warm early-summer evening air. She then stripped the bed of its linen and put on fresh, also putting out fresh towels and toiletries in the bathroom. On a whim she decided to run the bath, no doubt Master Marlow would be in need of a soak after his drive, and if he chose not to, it was no matter, best to be ready for all eventualities.<br><br>Last of all she put his case on the bed and opened it, lifting out slacks, shirts, a crisp linen jacket and some college ties which she hung up in their correct places with his other clothes. Humming happily to herself she returned to the case and lifted out some smaller items. Underwear. On her way to the bureau she stopped. For a brief second she held the shorts in her small pale hands, then, quite reflexively and unthinking, lifted the garments to her face and pressed her nose into them. She breathed in.<br><br><em>So this is his smell. Fresh, musky, a smell like moorland and heather and the call of curlews. A lovely scent. A man scent.</em><br><br>The smell of him. The man she had thought of so often these last two or three weeks. And now, quite unexpectedly, he had come home. A warm sensation filled her chest and stepping out happily again Beth put the undergarments in the bureau drawer. She ran her fingers lovingly over them before closing the drawer and continuing her work.<br><br>She went back to the case and was about to close it to put it away when she noticed something in the very bottom. She lifted it out and let the glossy pages riffle through her fingers. It was a women’s underwear catalogue.<br><br><em>How… <br><br>…interesting.</em> she thought, <em>He likes this? To just look at? Or to see on a woman? Or perhaps… he likes to wear it…? No, he doesn’t strike me as that sort.</em> A knowing smile lit up her face, <em>I think he likes to see it being worn. Like father like son, Mr. Marlow is the same.</em><br><br>Beth did not mind in the least, she was a girl who enjoyed both wearing such things and teasing men who also enjoyed it. Happy, she turned and laid the magazine on the bedside table. She opened it and turned back the page. She left it open at a page that showed a French maid’s costume.<br><br>She tidied up and left the room, turning off the bath water before she went.<br><br>* * * * * * * * * * *<br><br><strong>“Your room is ready, Master Marlow, and Beth has drawn a bath for you, should you wish to relax.”<br><br>“I can ask the cook to prepare you a meal if you will advise at what time Master wishes to eat?”<br><br>“Do you wish Beth to attend upon you in you room, Master Marlow?”</strong> Beth stood just inside the study door, having knocked and been admitted as was the custom in the house, she wore a wide beaming smile and now waited patiently for her employer’s decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 21:28:59</strong>
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				"See to it that my bags are brought to my room and that my car is not scratched." He says, as the servants descend on him. Turning away from them, he takes one more glance at Beth, eyes dropping to the low neckline.<br><br>Andrew made his up the stairs and to his fathers study, looking around before settling on pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Taking a sip, he walks over to the large windows that look out over the grounds. It was peaceful, almost musky smelling in the study, with lots of books lining the walls, first class leather adoring the chairs. A few trophies lay in alcoves along the wall too. It was a quiet place when his father wasn't around. <br><br>He tells her to enter at the knocking and sets aside the glass and nods his head. "Yes. A bath sounds most relaxing. Have my things been brought to my room?" He says even as he heads for the door and the stairway up to his room. 
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 21:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Have my things been brought to my room?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Of course sir, as you asked. Oh, Beth apologises, is it alright to call you 'sir'? It is a little easier than 'Master Marlow' but Beth will address you whichever way you prefer."</strong><br><br>Rather unusually for a servant, she led the way upstairs from the second floor to the third where the family bedrooms were. It wasn't quite correct etiquette to walk ahead of an employer rather than behind but she decided, given the magazine she'd found, that doing so could make it worth the young man's time...<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/high-heels-nylons-seam.jpg)<br><br>As she went up she was conscious of his gaze moving over her body. She smiled to herself and added a slight wiggle to her walk.<br><br>As they reached the bedroom, Beth pushed open the door and stepped aside to allow him to go first, entering second and closing it behind her.<br><br>She waited silently by the door in case he needed anything.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:10:15</strong>
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				"You fan refer to me as 'Master' while&nbsp; my father is away, otherwise you can refer to me as Master Marlow." He says, following her along. "And when you curtsy, you need to bend more at the waist." He adds, while they were on the subject.<br><br>He takes a good eyeful of her as they go up the stairs, enjoying the short skirt and the stockings they revealed underneath. He noticed the slight accentuated sway and a smile plays across his lip. Apparently, she enjoyed the attention of wearing the maid outfit. <br><br>Once in his room, he takes a moment to look around before leaving her by the door. He heads into the adjoining bathroom, leaving the door open, but stepping out of view from her to change. He undresses, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor, before stepping into the steaming tub. He settles in it, laying back, head resting on the edge, along with arms around the corners for a few moments before calling to her.<br><br>"Come tend to my clothes and lay out clean ones on my bed for me."
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 00:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You can refer to me as 'Master' while my father is away, otherwise you can refer to me as ‘Master Marlow’,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>“Thank you Master,”</strong> In response to his instruction to curtsey more deeply she merely bobbed her head in acknowledgement.<br><br>Once in the room Beth waited while Master Marlow went to take a bath. She turned to face away from the open door in case he might be reflected in the mirror.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come tend to my clothes and lay out clean ones on my bed for me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Without speaking, for no comment was necessary, Beth went into the bathroom and gathered up the dropped clothes by the simple expedient of standing straight-legged with her back to the bath and bending over from the waist, ankles a little parted. She remained bending, exposing herself deliberately to him for all of a minute while she (very slowly) collected his things.<br><br>Andrew could not help but see that under her skirt she wore sheer French knickers.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/french_knickers_bk1.jpg)<br><br>As she finished and departed she discreetly averted her gaze entirely from the bath so she did not embarrass her employer or herself, however she was attentive as she went by in case he might need something else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 14:54:00</strong>
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				His eyes are glued to her as she bends over to pick up his clothes. She might as well not be wearing panties, he thinks, feeling his loins start to stir slightly - both at his thoughts and what she was showing him. Luckily, she had finished picking up his clothes and left the bathroom. It allowed him to calm down somewhat and relax for several more minutes, soaking in the steaming tub. He looks around for a towel but none are in reach.<br><br>"Beth, bring me a towel." He calls out to her again. It would be great if he could bring a maid back to school with him - it would make life so much easier for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 21:41:01</strong>
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				She went into the bedroom, placed his shoes in the wardrobe and carefully shook out and folded his khakis over a hanger, making sure the creases were perfect. His polo shirt, socks and underwear she disposed of outside at the end of the hallway down the laundry chute. Before she dropped the last item though, she paused, holding it in her hand. She crumpled the small light thing, still warm from his body. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure none of the other staff were around then lifted the fragrant garment to her face and breathed in deeply…<br><br>A minute later and displaying two most fetching spots of colour on her cheeks, Beth returned to the bedroom. Somehow domestic servants always seem to have uncanny timing, as though their movements are scripted... as she entered she heard her employer's son command: <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Beth, bring me a towel."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yes, Master."</strong> She went into the bathroom again and took a large fluffy white towel from the rail at the far side of the room, turning to the bath and, as professional as ever looking pointedly to one side (though wanting to sneak a look, like any girl would when such a beautiful naked male body is in the same room). With eyes downcast and the two faint spots of colour highlighting her complexion she asked, <strong>"Would Master like me to wash his hair? I can give a scalp massage if you wish."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 14:56:39</strong>
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				Andrew had an athletic body - toned, defined muscles, but nothing on the scale of a body builder. He liked keeping fit, shaving his nether region (girls seemed to like that), and taking pride in his appearance. Afterall, he had his families reputation to uphold and making a good first impression on people was always the goal, or so his father had taught him. He also doesn't seem entirely uncomfortable, being naked in her presence, and nods his head.<br><br>"Yes, actually, I think that would be most agreeable." He responds with out shifting in the water. His eyes close, as he tries to relax himself. The massage scalp would help relax him too. Ah, the joys of being rich.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 21:31:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, actually, I think that would be most agreeable."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>I know...</em><br><br>Upon hearing his acceptance of her suggestion the maid smiled just slightly and felt a little warm tingle of something in her chest, <em>Hm, yes please!</em> Still politely averting her gaze from his nakedness she said, <strong>“Of course Master.”</strong><br><br>She placed a folded towel by the bath and kneeling on it, politely asked Master Andrew to sit up and lean forward. Undoing the stud fastenings of her bunny-girl style cuffs, she placed these aside. She took the shower head from the wall hook and turning the water to a comfortable just-below-blood-heat wet his hair, running her slim fingers through it over and over. <strong>"Lean back a little please, Master,"</strong> she requested.<br><br>Andrew could not see her face, if he had he might have been rather surprised since Beth wore a satisfied smile, a sort of dopey ‘I have a happy secret’ kind of smile and had turned a rather delightful shade of pink right down to her neck.<br><br><em>Lovely back… broad… firm… tanned… hm…</em> Elizabeth Sheridan liked her job, for the last month under Mr. Marlow’s guidance it had been easy and she had learned the layout of the house and got on very well with the other servants. There had been no parties or social events and with just the master of the house in residence and a small platoon of domestic staff to keep the place running the workload had been light, Beth had even had time to wait upon Mr. Marlow Senior and had needed to do nothing at all except pour him a drink occasionally and look decorative, something at which she effortlessly excelled. It was, after all, she thought, one of the main reasons he had employed her breasts, she was quite certain that it was those he was paying the salary to, the rest of her came along with them as a species of bonus.<br><br>But tonight, the man whose photographs she’d been swooning over for three weeks and whom she’d heard his father so warmly praise was home, and he was even more interesting in the flesh than he looked in photographs. He was a little brusque and arrogant but then men of natural leadership often could be, it did not mean they were bad people.<br><br>Sometimes, in fact ‘natural leadership’ was, in itself, a fascinating and attractive trait, particularly in a man so physically pleasing as Andrew Marlow and if that trait brought a certain arrogance with it – well, to a point that merely enhanced the package and made the warm tingly glow low down in her centre that little bit warmer and that little bit more tingly.<br><br>But yes, here he was… in the flesh… Beth put the shower head aside and using her fingers massaged the shampoo in. She was quite lost in thought... she had for the last few minutes been gently massaging his scalp, and down at the base of his neck where his thick skeins of muscle needed loosening and also at his temples where she slowly but firmly ran her index and long fingers in circles round and around at the pressure points. He had gone very quiet and she wondered if he'd fallen asleep...<br><br><strong>"Let Beth know when you want her to rinse... Master."</strong><br><br>Hm, Elizabeth Sheridan loved her job.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 01:42:35</strong>
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				He moves with her commands, enjoying the strength and caress of her hands on his head. His eyes close - to prevent any soap dripping down into them and also to relax - as she continues her massage and he almost drifts off into a semi-awake state. Her words - especially Master - brought him back to his senses. Not just yet, he thought, enjoying it for a few moments more. "You can rinse it now, Beth." He says, his voice softer then before, reflecting his more relaxed state. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 02:08:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking up the shower head again and once more remembering that the water temperature must not be too cold nor too warm, she rinsed his hair but not before offering him a clean damp flannel for his eyes.<br><br>As Beth held out the white folded flannel she extended her arm over his shoulder offering it, <strong>“Here… Master.”</strong> As he took it her withdrawing fingers trailed briefly and lightly over his shoulder…<br><br>Her lean forward had allowed her face to come closer behind his back. She’d glanced down but sadly the water was coated now with bubbles and below the waist he was hidden. She drew back, silently cursing herself for not offering him the flannel before she’d begun.<br><br>After she had rinsed, and surprising him by not asking permission, she took up a large sea-sponge, wetted and soaped it and began to gently scrub his shoulders and back, rubbing slowly but very firmly round and around across his muscles, exfoliating the skin.<br><br>Beth put the sponge aside and using her fingers massaged the soap in, finding one or two slightly tense muscles on the right side of his neck which she put her basic masseuse skills to work on, kneading and de-stressing them with appropriate pressure.<br><br>Oh, yes, Elizabeth Sheridan <em>really</em> loved her job.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 02:27:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He holds the cloth over his eyes until she finishes rinsing, before tossing it to the side. As he muscles tense to move, he feels the sponge on his back and stops, settling back down to allow her to sponge him. The whole nine-yards, he thinks, as she continues. He might have reprimanded her for not asking first, but he didn't mind it - nor her touch - so he remained quiet. He lets out a soft sigh as the sponge is replaced by her soft, smooth fingers, eyes fluttering closed once more. <br><br>He tilts his head to the side, allowing her to need the muscle as it is exposed to her. Her hands would find his body to be firm and toned, very little fat laying under the skin. A few muscles in his back were tense...from driving and the week in general.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 02:41:01</strong>
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				Beth finished the massage and sponged clean water over him. <em>That is enough... his back is enough. For the first time...</em> Clearing her throat for it had become a little dry, she gracefully stood up and lifted the big towel he had asked for some while ago, <strong>"If Master will dry himself, Beth will go and lay out clean clothes then inform cook that he wishes to eat."</strong> Once again she averted her eyes in the prescribed manner though this time it was more of a struggle to do so.<br><br><em>Get a grip, girl, he's not even been here two hours yet!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 14:05:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The massage being over, and the water not nearly as warm as it had been when he had entered, Andrew agreed that it was time to get out of the bath. As she held up the towel, he stood up, water cascading off his muscular body, and out of the bath and into the waiting towel. He masks a smirk on his face by lifting the towel up to dry his hair and face first, exposing his lower extremities to her in the process should she look his way. "Make sure you set out something casual. I will be dining in tonight so have the cook prepare a stake - Medium Rare." He says, turning around before letting the towel drop down to his waist as he continues to dry himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 00:06:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Make sure you set out something casual. I will be dining in tonight so have the cook prepare a steak - Medium Rare."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Of course, Master, medium-rare."</strong> Beth turned her head aside and left the gentleman to himself, it was not the done thing for paid staff to see such things, as much as she wished to, coming on strong in that way when she'd hardly had time to gauge his feelings was the quickest way to finding yourself walking out the estate grounds in the morning with your suitcase.<br><br>Beth felt he wouldn't get her sacked, since she'd not yet done anything inappropriate, but she felt it wise to get to know his ways a little first. And get him to know hers, she'd been pouring pretty obvious signs out at him since he'd come in the door and he'd said nothing yet to make her think he was unhappy with that. Indeed his sharp tone of earlier had completely gone now and Beth found this strong smooth commanding man even more appealing than the brusque harsh one.<br><br><em>I need to show him a maid he won't want to have sacked, I need to show him a maid he'll just... want...</em><br><br>Collecting her bunny girl cuffs and putting them back on Beth went to the wardrobe to lay out his clean clothes, choosing a pair of casual dark grey flannel slacks and a pale grey-green cotton shirt, a pleasant military/masculine colour. She added dark socks, black silk briefs, a pair of soft grey indoor moccasins and a green silk handkerchief to the outfit, laying the items out carefully on the bed. She stood back to admire her neat work then bent forward once more to slightly adjust a crease in one of the shirt sleeves. She stepped back again and put her head on one side. <em>There.</em><br><br>The moccasins she left next to the bedside table where he could not fail to notice the lingerie catalogue she’d left open.<br><br>At the bathroom door she paused, <strong>“Medium-rare in twenty minutes in the informal dining room, Master.”</strong> <em>I'd love to be...</em><br><br>Waiting for his answer, making sure that was acceptable, and mentally correcting what she needed to do if it was not, she let herself silently out, closing the door and going down to the kitchen where she asked cook to prepare the food. While that was in progress she clicky-clicked back up and waited on the main landing of the second floor at the top of the main staircase, the focus of the ‘front of house’ where Mr. Marlow required her to stand when on duty but not busy, in case they had visitors. Here she could quickly descend to the front door or go to any of the informal second-floor reception rooms. Here, Master Marlow must pass by her when he was ready to dine.<br><br>She stayed quite still and silent, sensing his presence in the building, sensing the whole focus of the house around him.<br><br><em>He’ll be sleeping here tonight.</em><br><br>She stood, hands together in front of her. It was a convenient posture, both comfortable and smart looking. It had another benefit too. Her fingers lay at exactly the right height, over her skirt and apron to just <em>cup</em> herself exactly.<br><br><em>Cup… and squeeze… hm… and cup again…</em> from time to time she applied gentle pressure, or stroked her forefinger upwards along the hidden crease. When her digit reached the top she would close her eyes at the sweetness of the heat.<br><br>Where else on earth could you get paid so well to massage such a gorgeous hunk, wear such naughty clothes and stand in such a beautiful house - and play with yourself?<br><br>Dammit! Elizabeth Sheridan so <em>fricken’</em> loved her job!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 19:39:43</strong>
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				He spends a few moments in the bathroom, towel drying himself and brushing his teeth before contemplating himself in the mirror. He would probably have to shave in the morning, to avoid having a scruffy look to his appearance. Right now, he was still presentable. Making sure the towel was wrapped firmly around his waist, he steps out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. "That is fine." He says as he steps through, catching a fleeting glimpse as she turns to leave. A small smile plays across his lips and he pads over to the bedside, studying the clothes she had laid out for him. <br><br>He bobs his head, the clothes in agreement with his own tastes. No need to wear fancy types of clothes when all alone in his house. He removes the towel and starts dressing, ready a few minutes later. He returns to the bathroom to study himself in the mirror, straightening otu his shirt and taking a closer look at the very faint signs of his facial hair. Nodding with satisfaction, he steps out into the hallway to make his way to the informal dining room.<br><br>On the landing, he spots Beth, her eyes closed and her hand...well, it appeared innocent enough until he took into account how short her skirt was. He clears his throat as he approaches. "I take it dinner is ready?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:12:01</strong>
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				She withdrew her hand… <em>did he see? If he did… even better…</em><br><br><strong>“If master would take a seat in the informal lounge Beth will serve a drink and then bring his dinner.”</strong> Following her employer’s son into the quiet luxuriously appointed but cosy day-lounge, Beth served him a drink of his choice and then went down to the kitchen. On the way she stopped off in the servants scullery to wash her hands, a must before going near any food. Speaking with cook, she put together a tray of food and a bottle of Chianti which cook had uncorked and allowed to breathe for some minutes. She returned upstairs.<br><br>She laid the table and the plates and then knocking discreetly on the day-lounge door opened it.<br><br><strong>“Dinner is served, Master.”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 20:25:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave no reaction to his presence as far as whether she had been doing something so delightfully naughty that he wished it was his hand laying against her and not her own. He smiles at her back, watching her ass sway again. Perhaps he might make some of his own amendments to their dress code. He takes a seat and the glass of whiskey once she brings it to him, his eyes watching her once more as she departs. Shaking his head, he empties the glass and rises as she knocks on the door. "Good, good." He says, moving into the room and taking his seat. He always felt odd when eating alone like this -even with a servant nearby- but there was little he could do to remedy that. He digs into the steak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 21:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Beth served the wine, pouring a half-inch in the goblet, letting him taste... watching his throat as he swallowed... pouring a half-goblet as he nodded his acceptance. There was no way it was not superb wine, and perfectly cellared, his own father had selected it, and Mr. Marlow knew his wine: In the same way he knew how to dress his servants.<br><br>She returned the bottle to the table near him and stepped away, taking a place near the door.<br><br>For a few minutes silence filled the room, he ate, she discreetly made as though she were not watching him. Outside the night came, pressing down upon the house, wrapping it in tender mystery. Beth liked summer nights, one could go out walking wearing little, feeling the heat left by the departing sun radiate back off the stone pathways, caressing your skin.<br><br>She decided to break the silence.<br><br><strong>“How is the meal, Master, is everything satisfactory?"</strong><br><br>After he had answered she spoke again. <strong>“Master, as I said, Beth has only been employed here a month, and it’s important to me that she does things correctly. If she doesn’t please you in every way you will… <em>correct</em> her, won’t you?”</strong> A small emphasis crept onto the word ‘correct’ though she gave no hint in expression on her face that it had been there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 21:43:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The meal was both enjoyable and the wine was well aged. Nothing spectacular, but pleasing enough after his bath. A good compliment. Beth breaks the silence and he turns to look at her as she speaks. "Very fine, my compliments to the Cook." He says, turning back to his glass of wine. "I will be sure to correct you if you...displease me in any manner." He responds, with out looking at her. She had put a certain...edge to the word 'correct' which suggest much more then what was said as far as he could tell. The possibilities flooded his head. He wipes his mouth on the napkin before rising, looking out of the window. <br><br>"I shall retire to my room for the evening. I expect a good English Breakfast in the morning - scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage. And a chilled glass of water. See to it that the Cook knows." He says before exiting, heading back towards his room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 22:02:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Master retired for the night, Beth taking his breakfast order and bidding him a restful night. <em>That was sudden. Something I did wrong?</em><br><br>Shrugging, Beth cleared away the dinner things, distracted by the small needy bloom of slickness in her mid section...<br><br>After she had finished her chores for the night and locked up the house, she went around checking all was secure. Her shift ended at midnight when Jake, the other valet would come on duty and take the graveyard shift until eight.<br><br>As was her custom, she waited on the main landing, the hallways now dark but the side lights on in the main hall giving the place a mysterious comforting mood. To ease her aching feet, Beth slipped her high heels off and wiggled her toes in the thick pile carpet that covered the family floor of the house, the formal rooms downstairs being tiled.<br><br>She checked her watch. One hour until bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 22:46:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been tired from all the travel of the day, and the bath had left him feeling so relaxed. He watched TV for a bit, before turning it off and undressing down to his boxers. He had never felt comfortable sleeping naked, but wearing anything else was too hot, so boxers it was. He got back into bed, this time laying under the covers, and opens up a book he was reading about World War II. He had always loved history. He soon lost himself in the book, and only roused himself when he noticed his throat was getting dry. He had forgotten to bring a glass of water to bed with him, so he reached for the bell and rang it.<br><br>He wasn't sure why they didn't use an intercom system, but he supposed that would require cutting holes in the aging home. He hoped Beth would answer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 23:31:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In that half state of waking and sleeping and leaning back against the wall Beth faintly heard the bell down in the servants scullery. Checking her watch and seeing it was ten minutes shy of the witching hour, <em>only just in time!</em> and wondering what he might need she slipped her feet back into her shoes and went up to Master Marlow's room. Mr. Marlow was away, there were no guests or other children and Mrs. Marlow, she had been told, had passed away some time ago, therefore a bell ring could only come from one source.<br><br>Arriving outside the door, she gently tapped on it, paused long enough to give the occupant just enough time to be ready and pushed it open.<br><br>She went a pace or two into the room. He was propped up on his pillows reading.<br><br>Bare chested...<br><br>Bath gave a deep curtsey and rose again, she used a line she'd always wanted to and it gave her a cute tingle every time she said this to Mr. Marlow... <strong>"You rang, Master?"</strong> she let a small smile play about her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 18:35:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew was indeed bare chested, his bedsheets only covering him up to his belly. This revealed much of what she had seen in the bathroom earlier - a muscled body. He looks up as he hears the door open and smiles as he sees that it is Beth. <br><br>"Yes I did. I seem to have forgotten to bring a glass of water to bed with me. See to it that one is brought up as soon as possible." He says, laying the book down on his lap as he talks to her. She would not be able to tell if he was completely naked or not under the sheets.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:22:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I seem to have forgotten to bring a glass of water to bed with me. See to it that one is brought up as soon as possible."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"At once, Master."</strong> Beth retired from the room and descended two floors to the kitchen, throwing on the light switch. She got a silver tray from the cupboard, a cloth napkin, a crystal tumbler and ice. Then filling the glass with spring water from the fridge returned upstairs.<br><br>Back in Master Andrew's room, after knocking and being invited to enter she placed the glass on his bedside. She noted that the underwear catalogue was still there, untouched, perhaps he'd not even noticed it.<br><br>She noticed him though, his broad chest the muscles well defined. Did he shave or wax or was he naturally hairless? A rude thought entered her head, she wondered what else might be hairless and a faint colour came prettily to her cheeks. Hardly being able to bear being this close to the person she'd thought about so much in the past two weeks she stood upright from her bending position near the bed.<br><br><strong>“Oh, Beth wanted to ask Master earlier but he went up quickly after dinner... Mr. Marlow introduced some changes to the uniform recently, Master, so you won’t have seen this latest style before. May Beth ask? Does it please you?”</strong> In order to demonstrate, she stepped back and spun around once, then twice, her little skirt flaring out as she turned. She came to a halt facing him again with a delightful beaming smile on her face. <strong>“Please be honest, if there are any changes you think would improve it, please say so and Beth will make a note of them and place your comments before Mr. Marlow upon his return.”</strong> She stood and raised an eyebrow just a little in a disarming manner, half-way cute and half-way sexy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:28:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at her but is caught off guard by her question. He watches her spin around, noting her skirt flying up as she does so, and grabs for the glass of water to stall for time - and hide the own coloring of his own face. He feels a little fire light in his groin at several of the sudden thoughts that pop into his mind, especially once he lets his eyes roam unashamedly over her, in the pretense of examining her outfit. <br><br>"I believe it is a, uh, improvement over the last uniform, but have not had a chance to fully examine it?" He isn't sure if what he said was a question or a statement, nor entirely what he was getting into. "Of course, you being the wearer, perhaps you have some suggestions for, uh, improvement?" He found it slightly awkward being in bed and having this conversation, though it did allow him to examine her more closely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 22:38:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now was her chance, an almost perfect moment.<br><br>She moved closer to the bed, her smile faded. Holding her hands behind her and regarding him with steady eyes, though her voice was far from steady, she asked, <strong>“Would Master like Beth to show him one of the new features of the uniform?”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 22:47:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He perks up at that, not knowing that the uniform had any other function that he was aware of. She had stepped closer to. He sets the glass down first before nodding. "Yes. I would be most <em>interested</em> in seeing this other...function."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 23:35:34</strong>
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				She stepped away and made a slow deep curtsey, placing one foot behind the other and bending at the knee very low and slow, holding her skirts out to the sides. It was difficult to bend <em>forward</em> while curtseying, as he’d instructed earlier, since balance was an issue but she knew perfectly well what he was asking for. Master Andrew Marlow was, just like his father, a breast man, she was convinced of it. Going low and holding the posture for five seconds allowed her cleavage to be exposed to the maximum. The dress was already cut very low and showed a delicious expanse of creamy décolletage, the white lace froth of the neckline only covered her nipples by an inch. This design of dress with its tight fitted bodice was in fact underwired, lifting and supporting the bust so well that there was no need and indeed it wasn’t practical to wear a brassiere under it. In fact, had Andrew Marlow known it, all it needed was to place your fingertips on the slightly stretchy front lace ruffle of the neckline and lever downwards and the upper bodice would peel away from the weight of the flesh behind it, the breasts then popping out and being exposed as though supported on a platform bra, it being practical to continue working round the house and walking about with the breasts fully exposed and supported, the nipples on display, the froth of lace now just below them and framing them like the decorative paper-lace liner under a bowl of fruit. This was deliberate, Mr. Marlow Senior had worked long and carefully on the design and for the first two weeks of her contract, Beth had happily assisted him in the technical aspects though she did wonder what sort of social events might be held at the manor house that could possibly require such a feature to be necessary.<br><br>The tailoring of each dress had to be bespoke to the wearer, and several fittings with the Marlow family tailor and seamstress had been required, Mr. Marlow at all times in attendance. It pushed the costs of the uniforms up considerably but Mr. Marlow, having watched Beth do a test run in the formal dining room one evening, her beautiful figure on display, considered every penny to be very well spent. <br><br>If truth be told Beth had a small tingle inside in eager anticipation of being allowed – or better still – <em>ordered</em> to demonstrate this feature of the uniform throughout her working day, or at the very least maybe one evening when Master Marlow was alone in the house and it was her turn to serve him at dinner and drinks…<br><br>She rose up again gracefully from the deep curtsey, and keeping her dark eyes steadily on the man in the bed, slid her fingers down onto her breasts, pushing them behind the lace froth, levering the material down and away so it folded downwards to just rest at the undercurve of her breasts, leaving her chest uncovered and exposed but still supported. Clasping her hands back behind her she stepped up to the bed.<br><br>Beth’s thick dark nipples stood proudly out, poking just above the horizontal. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/DressBust.jpg)<br><br><strong>“Do you like this feature of the uniform, Master?”</strong> she asked. She gave him a sweet smile, a smile of delightful innocence and her eye twinkled.<br><br><em>Tonight I'm either going to get sacked... or fucked.</em><br><br>[OOC Note: I don't have an image of the girl used as Beth in this pose or the actual dress, but the attached image gives an idea of how much is on display.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 00:22:41</strong>
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				He had to admit that his father knew how to make an eye pleasing dress...it was very distracting, especially when she curtsy'd in front of him, demonstrating that she had listened to his early command. It brings a smile to his face, which slowly turns into his mouth dropping open as her hands move over her breasts, pulling down the thin fabric that covered them. Apparently, a Bra was not part of the costume as her breasts - her full, large breasts - spilled out of the top, the fabric revealing enough to expose her nipples. His eyes became transfixed on them as he hardened underneath the covers - a slight tenting could be seen after a few seconds - and he slowly reaches one hand out (the nearest to her) to cup her breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.<br><br>"I must...admit...that this feature...is very pleasing..." He says, his throat suddenly become dry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 00:50:39</strong>
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				She stood quite still, unsure if this was the end or the beginning, it could go either way. She'd really stuck her head in the lions jaws now, so to speak.<br><br>While she wondered what Master Andrew's response might be, and waited, she noted a slight change beginning to happen in the centre of the bedcover. She didn't allow herself the luxury of a smile even when he slowly reached out a hand and touched her body. His fingers were wonderfully warm and gentle and as they grazed her skin, her body reacted in the way she knew it would. She'd been damp all night, been thinking of him all night, been wondering what he would be like for over two weeks. Now he was touching her, now she responded.<br><br>At least... at least his touch did not disappoint and his boldness pleased her, she was happy that he was the kind of master to reach out and take what he wanted. She sighed as the pads of his fingers traced around her nipple.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I must...admit...that this feature...is very pleasing..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Beth admits... that her master has a very pleasing touch..."</strong> still with hands behind her back an dwith eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure she asked, <strong>"There is more of the uniform Beth can show you Master, if you wish. But if you are tired she can let you rest tonight, and in the mor...ning bring you breakfast... hmmm... breakfast in bed....uhn."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 00:59:49</strong>
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				He feels her nipple hardening under his touch and moves his hand to repeat the touch to the other breast, pinching its nipple, though this time his touch lingered, pressing against her breast more firmly as she speaks. "I would love to see more of your...uniform. Tonight." He adds quickly. She could still bring him breakfast in the morning. In fact, he would insist on that point depending on how the rest of his night played out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 21:38:08</strong>
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				Elizabeth had moved closer when she’d showed him how the front of the bodice could be lowered to expose the wearer’s bust, her knees pressing now against the side of the bed, allowing him to reach up and touch her.<br><br>She stood still and quiet, her hands behind her, allowing him to caress her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his warm firm fingers on her body, and felt her flesh respond, both in the quickly stiffening places he could feel and lower where he couldn’t see… heat and slickness bloomed and a warm needy thing began to grow.<br><br>Eyes closed, she parted her lips, tilted her head back and pushed her breasts out allowing him free reign over them, her nostrils flared and a light moan rumbled gently in her throat.<br><br><strong>“Mmmmm…”</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I would love to see more of your...uniform. Tonight."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> That was it. He’d said yes. It wasn’t the end, she wouldn’t get the sack, it was the beginning. She would… know him better. Much better. Opening her eyes and smiling down at him she put her hands under her skirt and pulling at the separate white flouncy crinoline wiggled it down. As she did so she bent forwards and her breasts pushed out much closer to him, she let him do what he liked to them for a moment as she daintily lifted first one foot, then the other and discarded the swathe of pretty white netting. Standing back up the light pleated skirt now hung flatter to her body though it’s own white net lining gave it a small amount of flare.<br><br><strong>“Do you see these?”</strong> she asked him, indicating a series of tiny black painted seamstress’ eyes, metal circles only three millimeters in diameter, sewn against the black satiny bodice of the dress in six equidistant locations above the waist; two at the front some eight inches apart, one above each hip and two at the rear. <strong>“You know what they are used for…? Hooks loop into them. Hooks and eyes…”</strong> she gave him a knowing look, secretive and sexy, running her tongue along under her top lip a moment.<br><br><strong>“Now, Master, where do you think the corresponding six hooks are?”</strong> She glanced down, indicating under her skirt somewhere, <strong>“And why don’t you go find them, lift them up and hook them into place?”</strong><br><br>Her breathing was become more and more eager, heavier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 01:56:23</strong>
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				Her breasts filled his hand as he continued to caress it as she leaned in close, pinching over her nipples. His cock was rock hard now, clearly forming a tent in the sheet that covered him, though his attention - fixed on her - had not realized what was occurring down below. He listens to her words nodding his head in understanding. The skirt, it appeared, was hooked onto the bodice, the skirt hooks being hidden by the material. He shifts his hips, bringing his other arm in range, and slides his hands up the sides of her legs and under her skirt, running over her hips in the process. They lift the skirt up to either side, before moving in across her thighs and to the first two hooks.<br><br>"Hmm...I think i found some..." He says, hooking them in the process, enjoying the feel of her skin under his strong hands. He squeezes her thighs, letting his thumbs trail along her inner thigh, oh so close to her sex, before resuming their search for more hooks, slowly clasping each hook, even reaching around to her rear, giving it a firm squeeze in such an exploratory search. He gives a satisfied smile as her skirt is pinned up, sitting back. "Turn around so I can see." He says softly, having completely immersed himself in the task at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 22:31:09</strong>
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				He was very good, certainly a man of the world, quick to understand a problem, resourceful in solving it. Beth leaned her knees against the bed as his hands busied themselves under her clothing. His hands were warm and firm and best of all they did not hesitate, Beth hated hesitant men, men who dithered and asked ‘how’s that?’ ‘shall I do this?’ ‘do you want me to…?’, no, Beth liked decisive men, men who knew what they wanted and took it.<br><br><em>Take me…</em><br><br>She closed her eyes, after he had found the first hook and looped it up, there was no need to keep an eye on what he was doing, she let him play to his hearts content down there, his touch on her stockinged thighs, slipping between when he need not have, teasing her. Tilting her head back, eyes shut and biting her lip she lifted her arms and pushed her hands into her hair and enjoyed having him expose her, his touches across her bottom, the slick gossamer of her knickers, oh, yes, he was very good at this.<br><br>He finished. She felt cool air on her body.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Turn around so I can see."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Feeling the weight of the skirt rolled up at her waist, hands still in her hair and looking down at him teasingly she took a few steps away and then, swaying her hips began to walk around the room, watching him, flaunting her body, her pretty underwear, her curvy rear, smiling wickedly and finally coming to a stand at the foot of the bed, her ankles a foot apart. Her sheer French knickers were made of two parts, the two legs and in traditional style had a central seam that ran from the front of the waistband under her to the centre of the waistband at the rear. Some women, Beth knew, liked the style loose so air flowed around the crotch, she however preferred a tight fit, loose on the legs but between her legs… the centre seam ran over her mound and was so well fitting that it divided her lips and disappeared beneath her. At the rear the knickers were tightly pulled into the fragrant crease between her buttocks. The semi-transparent underwear made it was quite evident that she waxed herself completely down there.<br><br><strong>“So, Master, you see what a clever design it is. Until I came to work here I had no idea how… interesting… a servant’s uniform could be. And now this. If you order it I can go about the house working, with my chest on display. Or if the skirt is hooked up, either in front or at the sides or the rear – or even all round, my body is available to view, or touch, as you please.”<br><br>“Of course, should I be told not to wear underwear…”</strong> She left off there, there was no need to say more.<br><br><strong>“Well, Master,”</strong> she winked, <strong> “You have your glass of water, if that will be all I will retire for the night.”<br><br>“Unless,”</strong> she swung her hips a little and shifted her feet another six inches apart, <strong>“There is something else you would like?”</strong><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BlackDitaSeam.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/french_knickers_bk2.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/french_knickers_sq.jpg)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 21:23:22</strong>
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				His cock couldn't be any harder as he looked her over, noting the camel-toe effect of the underwear. He let his hands drop to his sides. The garter-belt was hot enough by itself. "Yes. No more underwear while in the house. Take them off now. I will&nbsp; have to contemplate the other suggestion further." He quickly responds. As too the second part of her question, there was something he did want. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her silly until he cummed all over her. She was clearly willing, he thought, given her recent actions and the fact that her nipples and pussy were on display. <br><br>Now, it was time for him to be bold. "Yes, actually. I want you to...service me." He says, looking her straight in the face, his intent more then clear as his cock twitches beneath the sheets. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 00:39:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No more underwear while in the house. Take them off now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Smiling happily Beth leaned forward and cat-like put a knee on the bed, then her other knee and crawled slowly up the single sheet covering the object of her desire. Reaching her master she closed her knees a little and knelt up.<br><br><strong>"Take them off yourself. Master,"</strong> she suggested, playfully. From where he was sitting he could clearly see the crease of her lips with the panty material dividing her. The black nylon there glistened...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 00:43:09</strong>
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				He grinned at that, hands moving to squeeze her breasts again before moving down to her waist. He slips his fingers over the edges of her see-through 'panties' and pulls them down - slowly - waiting for her to move so that she can pull them completely off. "I would hate to have to ask you to do something again - i don't like repeating myself." He says coolly, hands moving to tweak her nipples. "Understood?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 11:50:48</strong>
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				As he stripped away her last covering, the crotch of the knickers peeling away sticky from her core, she lifted first one knee, then the other. The flimsy garment was cast away somewhere. His hands returned to sharply pinch her nipples with his command:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I would hate to have to ask you to do something again - I don't like repeating myself."<br><br>"Understood?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Beth shut her eyes against the sharp pain, as he pinched and twisted her nipples, drew in a hiss of breath, <strong>"Yes, Master, I understand... as I said, if I do wrong, you will correct me, won't you?"</strong> She dropped down onto all fours and crept up his body, pushing the bedsheet down with her hands as she got further up the bed, then her feet, uncovering him, kicking it away. Finally she sat astride his waist and put her hands on his shoulders, caressing his neck muscles, gently running the fingers of one hand up into his hair.<br><br><strong>"I'd like that,"</strong> she said, her voice soft and low with lust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 14:13:04</strong>
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				"Hmm..." He responds as she straddles him, the covers having been pushed down. His cock strained against the confines of his boxers, pressing just to the side of the slit else it would have been sticking out. But he wanted to draw this out. He had already decided he was going to fuck her - hell, he thought, she had decided to fuck him the second she had entered the room! His hands move up to caress her breasts, thumbing over her hard nipples as he looked her over.<br><br>"Why don't you remove my boxers and show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do." He says softly, not entirely making it a command, but with what they had just discussed fresh in mind, she'd be wise to heed what he said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 16:15:56</strong>
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				Beth whimpered as he continued to play with her nipples.<br><br><em>Just like his father, definitely a breast man...</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why don't you remove my boxers and show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Beth dipped her head against him, kissing him gently and very slowly, drawing this first kiss out, this first special contact, hmm... he smelt good. She drew in a big breath, her nostrils flaring, drinking in the scent of him. She parted her lips a little but did not use her tongue, just gave him a few tender open-mouthed kisses, then, just as her passion was rising, and perhaps his, she darted her tongue out and flickered it along his lower lip and drew away.<br><br><strong>"Whatever Master commands..."</strong> she smiled at him, cat-like, slinking backwards down the bed and eyeing the shape in his underwear. Then, perhaps surprising him, she didn't stop but continued crawling backwards down the bed, getting off it and standing. Turning her back and wiggling her bare rear at him as she walked, she went to the wardrobe at the foot of the bed. She knew the room well, she'd been in here cleaning often enough. She opened the double doors of the big, dark, polished oak wardrobe, revealing full length mirrors on their interiors, adjusting them so she could exactly see the bed, his reflection central on it.<br><br>She turned and made her way back, crawling again back to him smiling... at his crotch she stopped. She knelt with knees parted and rear raised lewdly up, she wiggled her hips a little wondering if he was looking at her face and what she was about to do - or in the mirrors.<br><br>Holding herself up on her hands either side of his hips and continuing to watch his face she dipped her head down and began to nuzzle him, using her chin, nose and teeth to push around his underwear, taking little bites at his hard stomach flesh above the waistband and rubbing her head around the central bump... nipping at the hard rod hidden beneath.<br><br>Then, resting her weight on her left elbow she used her right hand to stroke the same area, running the palm warmly and slowly around the loose cotton, teasingly gripping his shape from time to time then letting go.<br><br>All the time she'd glance where her hand was needed then look up again, watching his face. Such a good-looking boy... Beth decided that her job might just be the best in the world, even though she was off duty now and not being paid, this kind of reward for working in the Marlow household was <em>much</em> better.<br><br>After a few minutes she knelt fully up and hooking her fingers in the waistband of the briefs, drew them slowly down waiting for him to lift his hips a little as necessary...<br><br>He flopped into view, leaning a little to one side but lying proudly up his stomach. She pulled the shorts down and threw them away, returning between his thighs which she roughly pushed wide apart, going down on her elbows before him, her smooth firm backside still high in the air. For a moment she regarded him carefully, smiling, <strong>"I wonder... who has the best view, me... or you?"</strong><br><br>She ran her hands up his thighs, thumbs tracing up the insides to the crease at his crotch then smoothed one hand over his flat stomach, caressing, stroking all around. The other, her left, she pushed up under him, gently touching him below his sac, the firm skin of his perineum.<br><br><strong>"No hair,"</strong> said said chattily, as if to herself, <strong>"Beth likes that."</strong> Her left hand became a cup and scooped up under his balls, gently lifting and weighing them in their warm floppy bag of skin, her fingers rolled them around, the semi-firm grape-like shapes turning and moving in her skilled grasp, not too hard, but not gentle either. Her right hand began to sweep lower the flingers flat, sweeping across and back over the lowest part of his stomach, where, if he had not shaved, he would be hairy, her fingertips almost grazing the firm upright stem of him, held vertical now by the slight gripping pressure of her left hand which had begun to pull ever so gently down, dragging his gripped sac down and his tree upright until it stood at full height.<br><br>She put her face forwards, her lips just inches from his head, <strong>"So pretty, such a pretty thing,"</strong> she said casually. Andrew could feel her warm breath ghosting against his skin, <strong>"I'm sorry Master, I got distracted. What was it you wanted?"</strong> She wiggled her naked bottom again, uplifted on her spread stockinged thighs.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BethNude01.jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 20:20:21</strong>
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				He enjoyed her pecking little kisses and smiles at her as she breaks away. He was about to say something again, to scold her, when she hopped off the bed, but once he saw the mirrors he smiled. It seemed this was one kinky little Maid. As she got back up on the bed, wiggling her ass, he looks at it in the mirror, noticing her sex and wanting to have his cock in her right away. He lets out a softa moan as she nuzzles against his cock, nipping at his stomach. His hands rest to either side of his hips. <br><br>He lifts his hips off the ground to allow her to pull his boxers off, revealing his hardness to her. He grins at her comment, looking back into the mirror at her on full display, before looking back down at her face. “Mhmm...” he says as she places her hands on hip, scooping up his balls. Her hand closed around his cock and he watched her expectantly, he lips just inches away from closing around his cock.<br><br>“I want you to suck my cock and balls -no, I command you too.” He whispers back, his hands remaining motionless at his sides. This was almost too much teasing to take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 22:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I want you to suck my cock and balls -no, I command you too.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> She looked up from where she was between his thighs and turned the answer around, <strong> “Your command is my wish,”</strong> her breath still warmly stroking the tip of his penis, <strong>“Eventually…”</strong> she concluded rather obscurely.<br><br>Quite suddenly she gripped his ball sac tighter, by it’s narrow neck and pulled firmly. This dragged his balls down, not painfully as her hand was gripping above them and in effect her fist pushed them down, but with it, her hand pulled back his foreskin, which peeled slowly down off his head, and back, exposing the big shiny round fruit. As the skin pulled hard back, right back to the furrow behind the head a small gush of clear fluid leaked out of his urethra. Kate darted forward and with her tongue licked it off, then ran her tongue lightly around the head, spreading his own fluid back onto him.<br><br><strong>“Hmm, tastes nice,”</strong> she murmured happily. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, <strong>“Smells good too,”</strong> her voice was low and husky. Then she did something Andrew probably didn’t expect, looking up at him she said, <strong>“Lie down, lie flat. Don’t look.”</strong><br><br>Waiting until he had done so, Beth kept her left hand tightly gripping his tree, pulling the foreskin back. Leaning her weight on that elbow she lifted her other hand and touched very lightly the pad of one finger under the cleft of his divide, sliding the finger up through the slick moisture his penis was continuing to dribble out, she began to slowly but firmly run the finger around the exposed shiny head.<br><br>She ran it over and around sweeping it through his slick juices, then added a second and a third and a thumb, but using only the pads of her digits began to lightly, gently, teasingly massage his head, sweeping around the over-sensitive knob, then under the cleft, applying gentle pressure but making sure his slickness left no friction at all. She was aware from doing this to one or two boys in the past that the sensations were incredible, talking to them about it, it seemed more pleasurable than it would be for her if they were to run a slippery fingertip over her clitoris - it was <em>that</em> good. <br><br>The hand gripping his root she continued to squeeze and massage, pulling occasionally, keeping his cock taut, so it almost thrummed with the vibrations of tension.<br><br>Beth let a smile cover her face again, an especially wicked one, keeping a close eye on his expression as she skilfully masturbated him.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>“You know,”</strong> she said, chattily, <strong>“Is Master quite sure he wants to be sucked? There’s other nice things Beth can do first.”</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 15:51:45</strong>
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				He watches in eager anticipation as he tongue traces around the head of his cock, and he finds himself holding his breath. He enjoyed the feel of her hand tugging on his sack - he liked it a little rough down there afterall - but her tongue was most teasing. Her display of what her uniform could do had really excited him, and it showed in the hardness of his cock. He grins as she takes a more commanding tone, but he does as she says, intrigued by what she had in mind.<br><br>He lays down, shifting the pillows about his head. He feels first one finger then the others on the rim of his head, a soft gasp escaping his lips as she begins to massage the area. The pleasure increased with each finger she placed there and he felt like squirming. It quickly approached a point where he wasn't sure if it hurt because it was unbearably good feeling, or if it hurt because the area was too sensitive.<br><br>"What...what did you have in mind?" He manages to say, clenching the sheets as he tried to figure out what type of feeling it was and if it was a good thing overall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 11:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave another tug on his sac, that hand also now gripping the root of his tree, steadying it, holding it firmly. She now lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the whole palm, coating it in saliva and returning it to the job-in-hand, so to speak. Still watching his face, she began to slide the whole slick palm slowly around his exposed over-sensitive knob head. She began to apply more pressure.<br><br>From time to time, simply because the sensations might be too much, she lifted the palm away and used just a couple of finger pads, making the pleasure for him peak up in intensity then lower again, trying to judge from the sounds he was making and the movements of his hips and other muscles, especially his hands, how he was feeling, how close she might be driving him. Occasionally she’d slide a fingertip around that pretty deep furrow right behind his head, also dipping her head to lick there or add more saliva as necessary, although his own fluids made that mostly unnecessary.<br><br><em>If this doesn't make you moan and buck your hips, you're made of wood.</em><br><br>Beth loved masturbating men, it was almost as much fun as having them in her body and in one particular way it was better since she felt she was truly serving them, giving to them, rather than merely sharing which was what copulation was. She liked this technique since it was different and it involved making a boy come without actually wanking him at all, no strokes of her hand up his length and even oral was optional, though she often finished a job with her mouth because she loved drinking it. Sometimes she’d be too slow and the load would spurt in her face. That was fun too, she smiled to herself, thoroughly enjoying this.<br><br>A maid’s duties were never boring!<br><br><strong>“If Master Andrew wants to come, he is free to do so, Beth will be happy to take him in her mouth or over her face. But if you want to stop and do something else, your maid will be happy to do anything Master asks.”</strong><br><br>She was loving it!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 19:27:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adding her entire hand to the process made him buck his hips from time to time, a gasp escaping his lips occasionally too. It was really one of those sensations he couldn't tell if he liked or hated, based on the sensitivity. She clearly knew what she was doing, and was enjoying it too. If she had continued solely with the palm of her hand, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it for so long. Luckily, she switched to her fingers from time to time again, lessening the sensation back to a level he was determining he enjoyed. Her word choice was interesting - he wasn't aware he had given her back control - so he decided to change things up a bit.<br><br>"I want you to suck my cock and balls now." He manages to say, finding that it would end the extreme sensitivty and allow him to see how well her mouth could work, hoping it compared favorably to the skill of her hands. "And swing up here - I want to taste your pussy." And find out how turned on you really are, he added silently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 15:17:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An order was an order, the tone of voice was unmistakable, so she obeyed, though hearing that tone and complying with the instruction sent a new shiver of delight down inside to her already wet crotch. Letting him go and smiling in a rather naughty, cat-like way, Beth knelt up and walked forward on her knees, her skirt pinned up to her waist showing him everything she had, showing him she was already moist. Andrew shuffled down the bed somewhat giving her lower legs and feet space between his shoulders and the head of the bed, it was a big bed though, his feet still only just reached the foot of it. Waiting for him to lay down, she turned around and gave him a deep tender upside down kiss, pushing her tongue at him and leaving him with a gentle moan: she wanted him to know how turned on she was. Then kissing his chin, his throat, his collarbones, nibbling and biting her way down over his pecs, sucking at a nipple, giving it a playful chewing, knowing that her own breasts would dangle across his face, hoping he would take the opportunity to bite her back. Then she journeyed lower, his ribs, his flat hard stomach, his belly and finally that part of him she so wanted to taste, no, <em>needed</em> to taste. It was partly laying up his stomach and partly upright, and she at once scooped his head up into her mouth, with one hand she gripped his girth and pulled the skin down. It was always a little tricky, sixty-nining a man the first time, waiting to see how he wanted the various limbs to lie and mesh. Beth chose to push her elbows down between his thighs, thrusting his legs wide apart, now she could lean her weight on her elbows and turn her forearms back to grip him, one around his staff, the other cupping and shuffling his balls in his pretty smooth hairless sac. She liked men who shaved, kissing and sucking them down here was so much nicer.<br><br>Drawing the big plum-like head of him into her mouth she began by gently flickering her tongue over him, laving around and around, running the tip sometimes into the musky special groove behind the head and at other times flickering the tip teasingly under the intriguing cleft below the urethra. Finally she got to work properly and closing her lips over the knob and applying a sucking pressure she began to slide her lips tightly up and down over him, her tongue tip playing along the most important and highly sensitive little groove of all. <strong>“Mmmmmm…”</strong> was all she said, quite happy to spend an hour or more here, knowing she wouldn’t but content doing this to him for as long as he wanted.<br><br>Meanwhile (and back-tracking this description a little), as she reached his cock, she spread her knees obscenely wide, placing one against each of his armpits, so his arms were above and behind her knees and calves allowing him to move his hands where he liked, though this way it was impossible to cup her breasts, but she didn’t mind; blatantly eager she wiggled her spread-wide open sex in his face, lowering herself and waiting that delicious first touch.<br><br>She knew she was dripping wet, stripping and displaying herself for him had done this, now she wanted to be made even wetter…
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 18:24:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nipped at her nipples as they brushed across his face, grinning himself as she kisses her way down his chest. He eagerly awaited the arrival of her glistening pussy as she moved further down, feeling her mouth scoop up the head of his cock as her pussy came into view. He felt her tug on his cock again, and his own arms - behind her legs - moved up to spread her ass cheeks apart as he presses his mouth over her pussy. He lets out a soft moan as she began to suck and lick his cock, her hands caressing his balls. <br><br>His own tongue wasted no time in in plowing through the folds of her sex. She was already very wet, he found, as he ran his tongue along her slit and up to her clit, the tip of his tongue making small circles around it before finally sliding across it in rapid motion. His legs were spread far apart for her to gain access to him, and he moans again against her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>25-07-2008, 23:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Now the fun starts, now we really find out who’s top dog…</em> Beth loved sixty-nining, making a man try to come while he made her try to, each racing the other, like some wonderfully steamy wrestling bout. She let out a happy mewling gasp as his hands pulled her open, his fingers going deliciously close to her anus, pulling her wide, so rudely. Then his tongue penetrated her slit and lapped at her sensitive berry and letting out a loud whimper of joy she ran her mouth and tongue down off his head to his balls. Here she sucked one into her mouth and jostled it around, pulling on it and applying a little pressure. Then she let it go and found the other, playing with that for a while. In the meantime one of her hands moved to the head of his penis and her teasing fingertips resumed gently rubbing and caressing his slippery sensitive flesh, slick with his fluids and her spit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 22:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't seem to mind his fingers near her anus, so he slides one hand closer, pressing the tip of his index finger against her puckered passage, wiggling it as he applies slight pressure, slowly working its way into her rear passage. He lets out a soft moan as she sucks on his balls, her hand touching his very sensitive area once. The additional fluids helped reduce the friction in the area, allowing him to concentrate on licking her nice, sweet pussy, which was dripping wet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 22:55:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she felt his fingers move towards her anus she wiggled her rear a little more and briefly stopped suckling his balls just long enough to murmur an encouraging <strong>"Hmm, please, Master,"</strong> before resuming work.<br><br>She felt her heat increase as his finger teased her tighter opening, then apply pressure and slowly push in... hm, that was good, though rather dry. Unloading his testicles from her mouth again she muttered, <strong>"Moisture there, please.... make it slippery, Master. Would you... lick me?"</strong><br><br>Now she raised her head and ran her tongue right up from his sac to the head of his tree, over the glistening red end, slurping around before descending again. She repeated this movement again, making a lot of saliva so his length became coated and slippery, all the time letting out low moans of pleasure as his mouth and tongue worked wonders at her sex, whimpering as his wiggling finger burrowed into her rear and gasping out sharp little cries whenever he paid attention to her most tender and sensitive place.<br><br>She could feel it all building up... up and up like a Tsunami drawing back from the beach... soon it would come rushing in.<br><br>She licked one of her own fingers, coating it until slippery and slid that down under his perineum heading towards the obvious target, waiting to see his reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 17:00:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wiggled his first knuckle into her anus, feeling how tight her rear passage was against him. She liked it, so he wiggled more of his finger in, all the while continuing to lap at her pussy with her tongue. At her suggestion, he ran his tongue up to her anus as he pulled his finger out, moistening the region for a dozen seconds or so before sliding his finger back in, able to penetrate further this time. <br><br>Her tongue continued to run over his cock and balls and he wasn't about to complain about that. He was, however, going to complain about her wandering finger. He clenches his ass together, mouth pulling away from her momentarily to mutter "NO!" before resuming his assault on her clit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 18:17:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Beth moaned as his finger wiggled about in her rear and on her suggestion withdrew to be replaced by his wet tongue, <strong>"Hnn, yes, master, yes... thank you!"</strong> she pushed her rear into his face, loving the feeling of his wet tongue wriggling its way over her sensitive muscle. Beth loved anal sex, any and all kinds, the bigger the better. She hoped her encouraging sounds would make him want to do more to her back there later.<br><br>However once he issued the sharp command 'no!' that halted her own investigating finger she drew it back, <em>no problem, lets me focus on the main event</em>, and she continued to lick him from head to balls, each time stopping longer at his head and taking him into her mouth, pushing down on him only a little at first then taking more each time she repeated the manouvre, running her tongue around tasting him. She stopped a moment and lifted her mouth off, tried to speak through the waves of pleasure his tongue was causing her, her body twitching with the delight of him.<br><br><strong>"Beth apologises, she did wrong Master, correct her if you wish."</strong><br><br>Then gasping at the feel of his finger returning to penetrate her rear and sliding in easily and deeply she gurgled and returned to work, breaking her motions again a moment later <strong>"Please, Master. More."</strong> followed by a small whimper as his tongue flickered again around her sensitive berry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The New Maid (Silvestine + Haibane)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 18:39:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wiggled as much of his finger as he could into her puckered passage, which meant the entire thing until it reached his third knuckle and there was no more finger to fit into her rear passage. He had already decided that fucking her wasn't going to be a one time affair, though fucking her in the ass would not occur tonight. That could happen later - if not tomorrow. <br><br>He was fast approaching his climax and hoped she would be smart enough to swallow every last drop of it when he did cum. His mouth, however, continued to be preoccupied with her dripping pussy, tongue rolling over her sensitive clit with each passing. He had not expected a simple glass of water to evolve into a sexual romp late at night. Not that he was going to complain about that, or Beth.
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