Her Ladyship's Pleasure
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				Title: <strong>Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 01:34:39</strong>
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				(http://www.imagechicken.com/uploads/1267060636054429800.jpg)<br><br>Lady Charlotte Baxter-Wells set her fork down daintily, but even so, the tiny clang of silver against china seemed to fill the massive dining room. The footman by the door cleared his throat, and she hastily stood, laying her napkin across her mostly-full plate.&nbsp; She was desperately tired of eating alone.&nbsp; Charles could make an effort.&nbsp; But of course, he wouldn't.<br><br>Why should he?&nbsp; He had everything here he wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;And that exclusive list didn't include her.&nbsp; She sailed toward the door, her skirts rustling against her legs and the rich carpet.&nbsp; She wondered briefly for whom exactly she had gone to the trouble of dressing. The footman instantly opened the door as she approached; she didn't even have to pause.&nbsp; Really, it was too much to be cooped up in this mausoleum, with no company at all.&nbsp; At least in London, she'd had friends, and dinners and musicales.&nbsp; Trips to the opera, or shopping...<br><br>She sighed as she mounted the massive, winding staircase.&nbsp; It was no good thinking on.&nbsp; And yet, she'd had such high hopes for their visit to the country house.&nbsp; A year into their marriage, and Charles showed no more sign of noticing her than he did the old kitchen cat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd thought a change in scenery, country air, less company might do the trick, but she was as much a virgin trophy as the day they'd wed.<br><br>She opened the door to her bedroom and pulled the door quietly closed.&nbsp; She didn't want her maid to hear her and be instantly hovering.&nbsp; She didn't want any company at all, not at the moment.<br><br>She'd found the book in the library a week ago, on a desperate hunt for something to entertain her.&nbsp; Predictably, Charles kept nothing in the way of ladies' reading, so she was forced to poke through one book on planting or shipbuilding or horsebreeding after another.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally finding the volume called "A Sporting Life", she'd thought maybe within would lie at least some information with which she could make conversation.&nbsp; For all that Charles was too old and gouty to partake of sport, per se, he did like to hunt and fish, or at least pretend at it.<br><br>As soon as she'd turned the innocuous cover, however, she'd realized that the title was merely the author's way of keeping out prying eyes.&nbsp; For this volume contained illustrations of...of the most wicked things she'd ever seen.&nbsp; Men and women in various stages of undress, fondling, wrestling...sucking.&nbsp; She'd been unable to look away as she turned page after page, finally burying it between two books on crop rotation and hurrying it to her room.<br><br>Where she'd spent most of the day taking in every lascivious picture, every bawdy poem.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't understand half of what was going on, but she did know it was making her feel...warm in odd places.&nbsp; So warm that she'd undressed.&nbsp; So warm that her fingers had been obliged to stray between her legs, where she'd been shocked to find a strange wetness, and more shocked at the violent sensations that had knifed through her practically the instant she'd put her fingers down there.<br><br>She'd had to muffle her face in a pillow to keep the servants from hearing.&nbsp; And she'd done it several more times since then.&nbsp; And found herself going back to the pictures in her mind, wondering what it would be like to be one of the wicked illustrations.&nbsp; Surely she was bound for hell.&nbsp; But she could no more stop thinking about it than she could stop breathing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:09:09</strong>
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				Jim Brown had been at the Manor now for just a couple of weeks. But working inside was not what he was used to. Since leaving school at an early age to 'pay his way' at home he had worked in the fields. It was a hard life- working outside in all weathers- it had toughened him up- some would say, made him a man. Under the feudal system- the only real work was for His Lordship. And he only got the job because his father had been there as a hired hand- until the accident when he lost his life in the barn fire. But that was six years ago- and now Jim was a strapping lad of 18. <br><br>Tall, dark tousled hair, a broad chest and strong tight muscles – yes he was ' a man'- at least to look at. But as yet, despite his good looks and serious blue eyes, he had known no woman. His mother made many demands on his time- said he had to pay for everything- his younger brothers and sisters were still growing up. There was no chance of Jim – playing in the fields with the wenches. In fact, although he had often ogled them- particularly those with busting breasts, he had yet to feel the soft sensual pleasures of an eager wanton wench press and rub herself against him panting for a feel of the strength between his thighs. Little did they know- that Jim was not only tall- he was 'long and thick'. And he did not know this was extraordinary, that one day&nbsp; woman would moan and quiver in pleasure on such a shaft.<br><br>He had asked for a chance to work inside, generally cleaning, fetching and carrying the household. He had found out that there were ways for promotion to a proper servant- and possibly training to become a member of house staff. He was determined to do well and do his Masters bidding. It was not long before he had heard talk of Her Ladyship. How she was a beautiful woman- but how she mostly seemed to stay in her rooms while he husband went off to London or elsewhere on business. He understood she was a great beauty – and once he thought he saw her pausing on a staircase looking at him. But he dare not raise his head to stare as he carried on moving a large statue to a different place in the hall. <br>But that night- when he lay in bed alone- and hot images of country wenches disturbed his sleep- as they often did in pleasurable manner, another shadowy face and body seemed to float into his vision. But it was illusive – a dark suggestion of her beckoning disturbed him and he awoke in embarrassment and shame. He must not think of Her Ladyship in such a manner. The next day at work- he tried to ensure he kept away from the staircase. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:39:56</strong>
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				Her beautiful dinner dress lay across the small divan in her room, carelessly tossed and crumpled.&nbsp; Petticoats, corset, bustle joined it in the heap.&nbsp; Her hair, once in an elegant updo her maid had spent hours on, was falling around her face and shoulders in long, fair waves, except for the few strands plastered to her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>She lay on her bed, The Book beside her, panting as she recovered from her latest exploration.&nbsp; She slid her fingers from between her legs, through the slit in her snow white drawers, and up her front, bringing them to her face.&nbsp; The musky smell was intoxicating, and since she'd already condemned herself to Hell, she stuck out her tongue and tasted them.&nbsp; Finding she liked it, she slipped them between her full pink lips, sucking on them hungrily.<br><br>She lay in that manner for a while, staring at the ornately painted ceiling, and finally, when her legs felt steady, she got up, slipping the book into the drawer of her dressing table and locking it, the key returning to its home at the end of a fine gold chain around her neck.&nbsp; She'd grown to love feeling it nestle between her breasts, knowing the secrets it guarded, as she went about her day.<br><br>She pulled on a silk wrapper, a gift from her husband at their wedding.&nbsp; She'd thought at the time that he'd wanted to see her in it, but had since learned that his sister picked it out.&nbsp; It was made of beautiful royal blue silk, brought over the ocean from China, and she loved the feel of it on her skin.<br><br>She pulled the tassled cord by her bed that rang a bell somewhere in the house (she truly had no idea where) to summon her maid.&nbsp; The girl was there in a matter of minutes.&nbsp; Agnes, that was her name.&nbsp; She'd lost her own beloved Molly recently, and training this clumsy girl to do anything was becoming quite a hassle.&nbsp; "Have some of the men bring up the tub and hot water.&nbsp; I want a bath."<br><br>She had no idea what this entailed, either, that servants would rush to heat water on the old wood cookstove in the basement kitchen, haul it up two flights of stair one bucket at a time, retrieve the massive brass bathing tub from its storage place, haul it to her room.&nbsp; And frankly, she didn't care.&nbsp; She needed to wash away the dirty feeling she had.&nbsp; At least, that's what she told herself.&nbsp; If she'd been honest to her own thoughts, she'd admit that she wanted the sensual feel of water on her skin.<br><br>She turned her back on the maid, dismissing her without a word, and sat at her dressing table, taking the rest of the pins from her hair.&nbsp; She hoped the water didn't&nbsp; take too long.&nbsp; She ran a brush through the tousled strands, brushing until her hair fell in gleaming waves halfway down her back.&nbsp; Surely, she was mad.&nbsp; Perhaps, soon, she wouldn't be able to hide it.&nbsp; Charles would find her ranting like a lunatic and have her committed to the hospital where his Aunt Gertrude lived.&nbsp; No sane woman, no good woman would behave like she had.&nbsp; And not be the slightest bit sorry for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:56:41</strong>
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				He was in the kitchens cleaning brass when he heard his name called. 'Here- ' you' Jim?' he looked round- 'Yes YOU' . It was Agnes. He was not sure what she did- but she was one of the upstairs maids. She looked down on the likes of him. 'Where are the other men? the porters' she asked. 'They are all outside he said- unloading stores into the cellar'.<br><br>'Well – you'll do- that is if you smarten up- wash your hands and wipe those feet '. She looked at him haughtily. 'Now- Her Ladyship wants the bath filled. You will have to do it all yourself- so get to it'. She saw the blank look on his face- and explained sharply how he had to carry massive cauldrons of hot water up stairs and fill the bath- then add cold water to Her Ladyships requirements. 'And don't you be talking to her- or looking around' said Agnes tartly- Remember your place - just get to it. I am off to lunch.<br><br>The large copper cauldrons had wooden handles and Jim carried them gingerly up the winding staircase. They were heavy- but his time in the fields had toned him to carry great weights and he made light work of it.<br><br>He had never been up here- and was amazed by the luxury and fine-ness of the furniture and fittings. He felt ungainly, uncomfortable and rather 'clumsy'. This was no place for a village lad. He walked quietly- somewhat scared in case he met Her Ladyship- but then – he didn't quite know what to do. As instructed, he carried three cauldrons up stair leaving them outside the room he was told to go into. Tehn he want to find the great brass bath- he felt a hot flush of embarrassment as he carried it to the along the hall. Her ladyship would climb into it. She would have no clothes on. No wonder Agness had said keep his eyes to himself. His hands trembled as he held it. <br><br>Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he knocked firmly on the door and called out hoarsely- Please Your Ladyship- it's .... your bath water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:01:26</strong>
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				Charlotte didn't even turn from her mirror,&nbsp; her brush still stroking her hair.&nbsp; "Enter!"&nbsp; &nbsp;She hoped they could manage to bring in the bath with a minimum of clanking and sloshing.&nbsp; The servants here in the country were certainly far rougher than those at the London house, no doubt made worse by the fact that his Lordship hadn't been in residence here in over a year.&nbsp; <br><br>She supposed it was up to her to whip this sorry household into shape.&nbsp; That was what a wife did.&nbsp; Ran the house.&nbsp; She had no interest whatsoever in menus and staffing and produce orders for this drafty old place, but she supposed she should apply herself to it.&nbsp; Her interest perked up quite a bit, however, when she glimpsed in her mirror, over her silk-covered shoulder, the young man carrying in the brass bathing tub.<br><br>Normally, it took two men to carry it in.&nbsp; He hauled it&nbsp; by himself as though it were no more than one of the dainty dining chairs downstairs.&nbsp; She could see the broad muscles in&nbsp; his shoulders as he set it down.&nbsp; By the time he brought in the first bucket of water, she was staring.&nbsp; His thighs filled out his trousers, and his backside as he bent to pour the water...she forced herself to look away.<br><br>She glanced down at her dressing table, at the locked drawer there.&nbsp; Even through his clothes, she was imagining what his body looked like, her imagination being padded out with details from The Book, of course.&nbsp; She swallowed.&nbsp; "What's your name, lad?"&nbsp; Though he was probably about the same age she was, certainly not much younger.<br>&nbsp; "I haven't seen you around the house before."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:12:58</strong>
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				He had been cautiously walking across the room trying not to look. But after he crossed the first time, his curiosity got the better of him and he had taken a furtive glance in Her Ladyship's direction. What he saw almost stopped him ridged in his tracks. It was the most amazing sight he had ever seen. <br><br>A beautiful woman, her back to him, combing her hair. She was dressed in such delicate finery which contrasted with her silken white skin. He imagined the softness of it's feel on his hard hands. He could see the curve of her neck the sensual sweep of her back and the broad curves of her hips. His glances had been quick. For he dared not let her see him. But even that had been enough to imprint on his mind and add to the fantasies of his dreams. <br><br>When she spoke, he almost dropped the cauldron he was carrying. What had he done wrong- had she seen him look at her!!!<br><br>Hardly daring to turn – he mumbled- <em>Jim, My Lady-</em> then turning to face her- almost tongue tied and blushing as he swam in the depths of her eyes. <em>Jim Watson. I hope it's all-right- I am trying to be careful My Lady. </em>
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				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:25:56</strong>
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				She set down her brush.&nbsp; "Jim, then.&nbsp; Please make sure you bring some cold water, too."&nbsp; She stood up, turning around to look at him.&nbsp; She knew she could get away with looking all she wanted.&nbsp; He was her servant.&nbsp; He shouldn't be looking at her, anyway.&nbsp; So she looked her fill, knowing she was wicked.&nbsp; Wondering what he'd look like with no clothes.<br><br>Wondering how she could make that happen.&nbsp; "How long have you worked here, Jim?"&nbsp; She took a step toward him, her eyes traveling down his body, looking for evidence of that part of the male anatomy she'd only recently learned about.&nbsp; Could she see it at all through his trousers?&nbsp; She certainly tried.<br><br>"And what recommendations have you for working here in the house?&nbsp; You look more like you should be working in the barns or the gardens."&nbsp; She finally tore her eyes from that spot between his thighs.&nbsp; She caught the tiniest scent of what she'd smelled on her fingers earlier.&nbsp; Lust.&nbsp; Evil.&nbsp; &nbsp;Wicked.<br><br>She waited for an answer, her eyes still fixed on him, her soft lips slightly parted.&nbsp; She couldn't have realized the picture she presented, her hunger nearly visible in her expression, her nipples pebbling under her chemise and the silk of the robe, just visible.&nbsp; But she could feel the fires of hell licking at her feet.
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				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 01:43:40</strong>
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				If she had tied him to a stake and lashed him with a whip she could not have extracted a more exquisite torture. He positively writhed at her words, at her look and at his imaginations vivid stirring.<br><br>He dare not look into her eyes for fear she would see his turmoil. And yet as he lowered his gaze he followed the delicate sweep of her neck to the dark full valley between her breasts and the golden thread where hung the key. He was aching to escape- to run from the room before he shamed himself. His eyes fell on her breasts- full, pressing&nbsp; - straining on the delicate fabric. He even imagined hardened nipples rubbing close to the surface. Not that he had ever touched such since he gulped at his mother's breast. But memory and instinct were strong.<br><br>He fought to respond to her words. <em>Yes Miss- I mean Your Ladyship- I&nbsp; was in the fields- but now I have got this job indoors just now- as a general servant</em>- then he responded more boldly- daring to to look her in the eyes. <em>I want to get a better position- improve myself My Lady. </em><br><br>Then he became aware of her gaze- it held him, mesmerised him,&nbsp; she seemed to be measuring him- like a rabbit transfixed in a ligh he stood there - but it was not fear that stirred- oh no. not fear. It was the first time real hot lust had struck- He shut his eyes as he felt himself swell- he shuddered with embarrassment. It was her eyes, the bearing of her body- and a heaviness in her voice. He could not prevent it. This hot pounding of his pulse and the throbbing between his thighs.<br><br>Desperately, choking he gasped- <em>Will that be all Miss.... I'll go and get the ''' cold water'.</em><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>If she had tied him to a stake and lashed him with a whip she could not have extracted a more exquisite torture. He positively writhed at her words, at her look and at his imaginations vivid stirring.<br>He dare not look into her eyes for fear she would see his turmoil. And yet as he lowered his gaze he followed the delicate sweep of her neck to the dark full valley between her breasts and the golden thread where hung the key. He was aching to escape- to run from the room before he shamed himself. His eyes fell on her breasts- full, pressing&nbsp; - straining on the delicate fabric. He even imagined hardened nipples rubbing close to the surface. Not that he had ever touched such since he gulped at his mother's breast. But memory and instinct were strong.<br><br>He fought to respond to her words. Yes Miss- I mean Your Ladyship- I&nbsp; was in the fields- but now I have got this job indoors just now- as a general servant- then he responded more boldly- daring to to look her in the eyes. I want to get a better position- improve myself My Lady. <br><br>He was aware of her gaze- it held him, mesmerised- like a rabbit transfixed in a light- but it was not fear that stirred- oh no- it was the first time real hot lust had struck- He shut his eyes as he felt himself swell- he shuddered with embarrassment. It was her eyes, the bearing of her body- and a heaviness in her voice. He could not prevent it. This hot pounding of his pulse and the throbbing between his thighs<br>Desperately, choking he gasped- Will that be all Miss.... I'll go and get the ''' cold water'.<br><br><br><br><br>If she had tied him to a stake and lashed him with a whip she could not have extracted a more exquisite torture. He positively writhed at her words, at her look and at his imaginations vivid stirring.<br>He dare not look into her eyes for fear she would see his turmoil. And yet as he lowered his gaze he followed the delicate sweep of her neck to the dark full valley between her breasts and the golden thread where hung the key. He was aching to escape- to run from the room before he shamed himself. His eyes fell on her breasts- full, pressing&nbsp; - straining on the delicate fabric. He even imagined hardened nipples rubbing close to the surface. Not that he had ever touched such since he gulped at his mother's breast. But memory and instinct were strong.<br><br>He fought to respond to her words. Yes Miss- I mean Your Ladyship- I&nbsp; was in the fields- but now I have got this job indoors just now- as a general servant- then he responded more boldly- daring to to look her in the eyes. I want to get a better position- improve myself My Lady. <br><br>He was aware of her gaze- it held him, mesmerised- like a rabbit transfixed in a light- but it was not fear that stirred- oh no- it was the first time real hot lust had struck- He shut his eyes as he felt himself swell- he shuddered with embarrassment. It was her eyes, the bearing of her body- and a heaviness in her voice. He could not prevent it. This hot pounding of his pulse and the throbbing between his thighs<br>Desperately, choking he gasped- Will that be all Miss.... I'll go and get the ''' cold water'.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:06:08</strong>
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				She liked his accent.&nbsp; It spoke of the country, which made her think of raw, earthy things.&nbsp; She let him stand there, not answering him.&nbsp; Why should she hurry herself, just because a servant was in a hurry?&nbsp; In fact, she deliberately un-hurried herself, walking over to the water tub, bending in to brush her finger over the surface.&nbsp; "Yes, far too hot."<br><br>She stood up and moved to her dressing table, turning the chair so it was facing him, sitting down in it demurely. "I suppose," she said after the longest time, "that you aspire to move up in the household staff.&nbsp; You must realize that in order to do that,&nbsp; you have much work to do.&nbsp; For example, you've just called me 'miss' again.&nbsp; Many employers would turn you out for an error like that."<br><br>She folded her hands in her lap, his and her relative positions not lost on her.&nbsp; She sat as though she were waiting to be entertained, and he stood as though he were standing to give her a show.&nbsp; Pages from The Book flitted through her mind.&nbsp; "You realize that if I were to turn you out without a reference, no decent household would employ you?&nbsp; You'd be lucky to find employment at all."<br><br>She would swear that now she <em>could</em> see the outline of that part of him.&nbsp; She stared openly, haughtily at the bulge she saw.&nbsp; "What do you have to say to that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 02:30:05</strong>
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				As she approached the bath-&nbsp; he caught the trace of her perfume. He could not take his eyes off her. It was not a bold gaze, more one of fear and servitude. Yet a hunger – which he dared not recognise. She was closer as she spoke- then she sat in front of him. He&nbsp; held himself firm- tried to look straight and avoid her gaze and speak carefully. I am very sorry my Lady. I do not know the proper ways of your household- But I promise I will learn fast. The threat in her voice rang cold, twisted and held him. Please My Ladyship- Please I mean no disrespect. I am the only breadwinner- I must stay here- I must have a job- I promise you anything. I will work hard for you- please don't put me out.&nbsp; His words came in a rush, he was not sure of her motives, he just knew she held him in her power- and he must obey.<br><br>Please your lady My Lady- may I go and finish your bath now please. The last please had a pleading tone- for he was a mix of fear and lust. He had to escape and regain some composure. Did she know how much she now held him in her grasp. It was as if she had possessed him – did possess him. He dare not tell Agnes, he dare not tell anyone! Thank go they were all working elsewhere just now. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>As she approached the bath-&nbsp; he caught the trace of her perfume. He could not take his eyes off her. It was not a bold gaze, more one of fear and servitude. Yet a hunger – which he dared not recognise. She was closer as she spoke- then she sat in front of him. He&nbsp; held himself firm- tried to look straight and avoid her gaze and speak carefully. I am very sorry my Lady. I do not know the proper ways of your household- But I promise I will learn fast. The threat in her voice rang cold, twisted and held him. Please My Ladyship- Please I mean no disrespect. I am the only breadwinner- I must stay here- I must have a job- I promise you anything. I will work hard for you- please don't put me out.&nbsp; His words came in a rush, he was not sure of her motives, he just knew she held him in her power- and he must obey.<br><br>Please your lady My Lady- may I go and finish your bath now please. The last please had a pleading tone- for he was a mix of fear and lust. He had to escape and regain some composure. Did she know how much she now held him in her grasp. It was as if she had possessed him – did possess him. He dare not tell Agnes, he dare not tell anyone! Thank go they were all working elsewhere just now. <br><br><br><br>As she approached the bath-&nbsp; he caught the trace of her perfume. He could not take his eyes off her. It was not a bold gaze, more one of fear and servitude. Yet a hunger – which he dared not recognise. She was closer as she spoke- then she sat in front of him - it seemed surveying him. He was aware of how her eyes travelled over his thighs. He hoped his swelling did not show - it was agony. He&nbsp; held himself firm- tried to look straight and avoid her gaze and speak carefully. <br><br><em>I am very sorry my Lady. I do not know the proper ways of your household- But I promise I will learn fast. </em>The threat in her voice rang cold, twisted and held him. <em>Please My Ladyship- Please I mean no disrespect. I am the only breadwinner- I must stay here- I must have a job- I promise you anything. I will work hard for you- please don't put me out.&nbsp; </em><br><br>His words came in a rush, he was not sure of her motives, he just knew she held him in her power- and he must obey.<br><br><em>Please your lady ..........My Lady- ---------may I go and finish your bath now please. </em>The last please had a pleading tone- for he was a mix of fear and lust. He had to escape and regain some composure. Did she know how much she now held him in her grasp. It was as if she had possessed him – did possess him. He dare not tell Agnes, he dare not tell anyone! Thank god they were all working elsewhere just now. <br><br><em>Nervously he asked- is that what you want me to do - cool the bath. </em><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 00:50:56</strong>
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				She shook her head, her blonde curls swinging gracefully around her face.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; I'll take care of that."&nbsp; She walked around the tub, behind him, taking in the view as she circled back to stand in front of him.&nbsp; "I could use someone here that is completely loyal to me, Jim.&nbsp; Are you completely loyal to me?&nbsp; Would you do anything I asked, no matter how strange it seemed?"<br><br>She knew her maid would be coming soon to help with her bath.&nbsp; "I want you to take off your shirt, Jim.&nbsp; Just take it off and stand there for a moment.&nbsp; And you're not to tell anyone what I've asked.&nbsp; That would mean I couldn't trust you, and if I can't trust you, I can't have you working here."<br><br>She took two steps back, watching, waiting to see what he'd do.&nbsp; Hoping he'd do just as she asked.&nbsp; She was already tingling between her legs again.&nbsp; There wasn't much time, although if Agnes came in, she'd simply feign shock, accuse the boy of getting improper ideas, and have him sacked.&nbsp; She could hardly believe the thoughts that were running through her mind.&nbsp; Wicked.&nbsp; So wicked she was.<br><br>"Well, Jim, what's it to be?&nbsp; Can I trust you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 01:35:22</strong>
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				He could hardly believe his ears. Was she having some kind of joke at his expense. Was she testing him? Should he refuse- is that what she wanted. And yet there was that look in her eyes, that pink flush to her cheeks and parted moist lips. What was she asking him to do!!! It was incredible- un-heard of!! Her Ladyship asking him to take off his shirt. He looked her in the eye, uncertain- even scared. What if someone came in!! He was doomed, and yet if he refused her request-he was doomed as well. What on earth did she think she was asking - and what did she expect of him.<br><br>He looked at her, she still stood close, he took in her now obvious sensuality- teasing him, taunting him, and fascinating him. Bewildered, his mind spinning, he heard what seemed to be his voice- it sounded strangled, not his- a voice from across the room as if someone else was speaking for him.<br><br>“Yes Your Ladyship- My Ladyship- You can trust me”. He spoke quietly. “I shall do what you ask – and I will not talk. I am.... and he paused... I am your's.......”and his voice tailed off. He dare not think of the consequence – part of him yearned for the fields, wanted to turn and escape. But deep inside he also felt as if her hands were grasping him, encircling him, capturing him. <br><br>Then slowly as she had bid him, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt. <br><br>His chest was bare, hair matted across it's broad expanse. He was strong and the muscles were firmly outlined- the skin lightly tanned from the outdoors. The tight skin bore the odd scars from field scrapes and accidents. It was a magnificent chest. <br><br>He stood there, mindful that in so doing he had become incredibly aroused. He tried to ignore the thoughts that raced through his mind. He shivered with a certain mix if fear- and yes arousal. “Will that be all now My Ladyship” he asked- “Can I get dressed please, someone might come in.” <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 02:12:05</strong>
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				She stared openly.&nbsp; His torso made the line drawings in The Book look simple and lifeless.&nbsp; She longed to reach out and touch the muscles in his arms.&nbsp; He had nipples, like hers but not.&nbsp; There was no hair on the chests of the men in The Book.&nbsp; She could sense the fear emanating from him.&nbsp; As though it poured from him in crackling waves, reaching across the empty space between them and converging directly between her legs.&nbsp; <br><br>It was tantalizing.&nbsp; Delicious.&nbsp; She didn't speak, and the longer she let him stand there like that, the more his fear grew.&nbsp; She loved it.&nbsp; She sat down in her chair again.&nbsp; "You'd do well to not question me, if you are truly loyal.&nbsp; It makes me fear I cannot trust you."&nbsp; &nbsp;And she let him stand in silence several more minutes.&nbsp; This time, she knew she didn't mistake the bulge in his trousers.&nbsp; She so wanted to see it...<br><br>"After you leave here, I want you to finish your duties, then have a bath yourself.&nbsp; In the stream, or wherever you bathe.&nbsp; I want you to come back here at midnight.&nbsp; You do know how to tell time, do you not?"&nbsp; She actually didn't know if the servants all did, although they must, she supposed, as they knew when to wake her and to serve dinner and such.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do not knock.&nbsp; Simply enter and don't speak."<br><br>She nodded to him.&nbsp; "You may dress.&nbsp; Do not speak of what I ask you to anyone.&nbsp; &nbsp;If I believe I can't trust you, I'll have you sacked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you understand me, Jim?"&nbsp; She was soaking wet now, staring at his body, knowing he had to do what she asked.&nbsp; It was eight now.&nbsp; That gave her four hours to bathe, to study The Book, to decide what she'd do with her new-found plaything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 02:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had never felt or experienced such a situation in his life. He was a simple straightforward honest man. These burning sensations of arousal were unfamiliar. True in the dark at night he had played his long shaft to pleasure himself- true he had dreamed and fantasized, but as he had never 'known' a woman, he had no experience – he had never touched a breast, felt a nipple harden under his touch, never seen a woman naked. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with fear and bewilderment. What were these feelings he was having. To be asked to return at midnight?. He wanted to plead- let me go- I am innocent. But he dare not- he was trapped- he was caged. And he was no fool, he could see she was playing with him, enjoying his discomfort. He was becoming her slave- But for what he knew not.<br><br>All the rest of the day he was troubled- he half expected footmen to come and arrest him, throw him out. He dared not look at Agnes- Maybe she was in on it too- Maybe there was a plot against him. But he had discovered much to his relief the His Lordship would not be returning. <br><br>He was off duty at 11 and hurriedly left the house saying he was going for a walk before bed. He would have to be up at 5 for work. Outside he washed and toileted carefully as she had directed- there were pumps in the yard- and he had even stolen hot water from the kitchen and shaved. Then, not knowing why- but feeling it was important- he had changed into clean clothes. At midnight precisely – even a few minutes early – for he could tell the time. He carried out her instructions. His heart was racing- the walk up the stairs had seemed the walk of a condemned man. His cock was no rampant shaft- he was shivering, breathing hard. Given the chance he would have turned and run. But instead he pushed open the door and walked in. He coughed discretely- but then kept silent. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 15:57:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd taken a long bath, lathering her body slowly with her favorite lilac soap, washing her long golden hair with care.&nbsp; It had been all she could do to stand still as Agnes toweled her dry after she'd stepped out from the big brass tub.&nbsp; The towel brushed her nipples, rubbed her backside, even dipped between her legs.&nbsp; She'd had to bite back a moan.&nbsp; She'd also found herself wondering what Agnes looked like under her black uniform dress.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl was obviously quite buxom.&nbsp; Was the hair between her legs as coppery as the hair on her head?&nbsp; She didn't dare attempt what she had with Jim.&nbsp; Agnes was a huge gossip.&nbsp; In fact, Agnes rattled on about all of the servants as she dried and braided Charlotte's hair.&nbsp; Charlotte, in turn, concentrated on the brush of Agnes' ample breasts on her back.&nbsp; <br><br>It was as though she thought of nothing else.&nbsp; As though, once she'd stepped over the line into Sin, there was no sin too great for her.&nbsp; Finally, Agnes helped her dress in her pristine night rail, and left.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd spent a few hours reading The Book, but not allowing her fingers to wander her body.&nbsp; She'd found that the longer she waited, the more delicious the conclusion to her explorations.&nbsp; As she looked at each picture, she imagined the men were all Jim, muscled and biddable.<br><br>Finally, midnight arrived.&nbsp; Right on time, he slipped into her room softly.&nbsp; She had left the gas lights burning, and the room was bright.&nbsp; She sat in the middle of her bed, her eyes hungrily taking in his form.<br><br>"I'm glad to see how loyal you are to me, Jim."&nbsp; She tucked the book under her pillow.&nbsp; "I believe I can trust you.&nbsp; So, now, take off your clothes and stand there for me.&nbsp; Yes, right at the end of the bed."<br><br>She unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation.&nbsp; She was going to have her own private show, like The Book come to life.&nbsp; Her hands trembled, and she folded them in her lap so he wouldn't see.&nbsp; "Don't be shy.&nbsp; This will be our secret."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 17:48:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't know what to expect. The fact that he had bared his chest, seen her stern but heady look and felt the power of his own erection let him think that she might want him to do that again. But beyond that!!! his mind was blank. <br><br>And when he saw her- seductively poised on the bed- her eyes sparkling and red full lips parted, he just gasped. <br>"Oh Miss.... I mean Your Ladyship- I am sorry- I did not realise ...... that you were still dressing...shall I come back. " He stood there feeling a hot flush, he also felt ungainly- an oaf. Here he was a big farm lad in this exotic boudoir - while she was delicate, sensual, provocative. <br><br>But his real consternation was her command.!! He blushed furiously and tried not to meet her eyes. He had to 'strip'!!!! He was dumb - he dare not think- and dare not question. She was his Mistress, and she had demanded. <br><br>Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt as he had previously. And as he felt the night air on his bare chest he shuddered, remembering how he felt at times when he lay in his bed - tossing, his ramant cock aching for release. Un buckling his belt he dropped his trousers and awkwardly stepped out of them. And there he stood- blinking at her- his cock half engorged swung across his thighs.It was long, thick and ridged. Slight traces of pre-cum oozed from its eye. He droped his trousers
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 18:15:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes roamed his body greedily as he took off his clothes.&nbsp; She could tell he was uncomfortable, could nearly feel the hesitation radiating from him.&nbsp; She made a low humming noise of appreciation as he bared his chest once again.&nbsp; His skin was tanned, such a contrast to her own soft paleness.<br><br>He kept going, just as she'd asked.&nbsp; No, commanded.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; She knew she could make him do whatever she wanted.&nbsp; Her nipples tightened at the thought.&nbsp; She'd been wet between her legs for hours, wetter than she'd ever been. It even trickled down her thigh, and she could once in a while catch the slightest scent of her arousal on the air, tinted with lilac. <br><br>And then...lord help her, he stepped out of his trousers, and there It was.&nbsp; Larger than what she'd seen in The Book.&nbsp; Far more...real than she'd ever anticipated.&nbsp; It hung between his legs, growing larger before her very eyes.&nbsp; Eyes that had grown wide, fixed on his shaft, their pale blue darkened to a stormy gray.&nbsp; She swallowed, continuing to stare, letting him stand there before her for a long, silent interval, enjoying his fear and discomfort almost as much as she was enjoying the sight of his massive...what did they call it in The Book?&nbsp; Prick. His massive prick.<br><br>"Do you ever touch it?&nbsp; Stroke it?&nbsp; Will you do that for me now?&nbsp; Touch it for me."&nbsp; She leaned forward, unaware that such a pose thrust her breasts forward against the soft, expensive fabric of her nightgown, her nipples hard and dark and just barely visible.&nbsp; She felt a shudder of anticipation, of pleasure down her spine.&nbsp; He was her puppet, and he'd do what she told him.&nbsp; This would only be the beginning...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 22:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes were on her- as if hypnotised. Her voice sultry and demanding and as she leaned forwards he saw her full lush breasts press invitingly. He had dreamed of such a sight- and the tease of her nipples made him flush with heat and his cock twitched involuntarily.<br><br>But how could he respond. She asked him for something he dared not do.&nbsp; "Do you ever touch it?&nbsp; Stroke it?&nbsp; Will you do that for me now?&nbsp; Touch it for me."&nbsp; He gulped as her eyes seemed to take control of him. He started to speak – to plead with her not to make such a request. How could he do this?- his cock seemed to shrink as he feared what might happen. He worried that he would shame himself- even become too aroused and then that overpowering tight feeling would grip him. He searched her eyes ....and mumbled- ' please, must I My Lady!?.. But he saw her eyes smoulder demandingly and her breasts seemed to swell as she panted, even enticing him to come closer, or was it that she leaned closer. <br><br>In truth he used his hand most nights as he tossed in bed alone. Long knowing strokes that brought him pleasure. As he clasped his thickened shaft and slowly eased from base to tip, as he rolled his thumb over the head and writhed in his self pleasure. He knew himself intimately and could take himself to the brink- teasing his lust with fingers, then hold himself quivering while he felt his ass tighten and his balls throb.<br><br>And so he slid his hand nervously over his cock, partly to cover it, and wrapped his palm round the shaft. His cock responded to the warmth of his palm and swelled slowly. The cock head eased above his fingers swollen, pink and glistening. He did not really understand what she wanted. But strangely he began to feel less embarrassment – almost a sense of wickedness to be doing this in front of a sensual woman. Then fear gripped him, was he doing it wrong- was she disgusted. He shut his eyes to hide her gaze, but saw images of her floating across his mind as she did at night. He shuddered and felt his cock swell more in his palm.<br><br>Choking back the feeling of fear and hunger he gasped. “Is this what you want Miss... “he was flustered, disturbed and began to wish he could just turn and run. “Please Miss- er My Lady.... is this enough- can I go now?”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 15:54:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched eagerly, fascinated with how his manhood was growing even larger.&nbsp; She had already thought it was far bigger than anything in The Book, and apparently it still wasn't done. It was obvious that he did this often, since even though his demeanor was fearful and unsteady, his manipulations of the thing were confident and knowing.<br><br>Did he do this alone in his bed, as she touched her cunny?&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled at the idea.&nbsp; And yet, he was begging&nbsp; her to be allowed to stop.&nbsp; She frowned, her delicate pale brows drawing together to punctuate her displeasure.<br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; Go.&nbsp; You've disappointed me anyway.&nbsp; You'll be here tomorrow at midnight, however, and you'll be ready to do as I say with no complaints.&nbsp; If I hear that you've breathed one word of this, you'll find yourself on the south road before you can blink."<br><br>She <em>was</em> very disappointed.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what she'd hoped for, but this wasn't it.&nbsp; But tomorrow...she had some very definite ideas.&nbsp; "Get dressed.&nbsp; And tomorrow, I want you to bring two things with you.&nbsp; Clean rope and my riding crop from the stable.&nbsp; And you can spend tomorrow thinking about what I'll be doing with those, and how you've earned whatever it is!"<br><br>She turned, obviously dismissing him.&nbsp; She couldn't recall the last time she was so angry.&nbsp; Fortunately, she had all day tomorrow to think of a few ways to take that anger out on him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 16:01:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Miss- Mistress My Lady "he stammered -- he was horrified at her reaction- He had thought he was going too far anyway- and had been trying to stop getting too aroused.<br><br>"My Lady I am sorry"- his voice quavered. "I only asked because .... because I thought you might be scared of 'this thing".He spoke in a ragged jumble- he was standing there naked- his cock stilll held in his hand.&nbsp; it still throbbed, but had eased a little. Hoarsely he cried- " I only want to please you - please Mistress- I will do anything- look what was it you wanted me to do- Please tell me. I am sorry. " He stood there nervously trembling not sure if he should leave or stay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 16:33:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte frowned, turning back to face the man.&nbsp; "I have dismissed you.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have repeatedly called me "Miss" instead of "My Lady", complained,&nbsp; and refused to do as I asked."<br><br>She stood, and although her body was far slighter and nearly a foot shorter than his, she managed to be intimidating.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because she was clothed and he was naked and vulnerable.&nbsp; &nbsp;And she had been raised to take the obedience of servants as nothing less than her due.&nbsp; "Tomorrow, hopefully you will think on these things and be prepared to do as I ask."<br><br>She walked past him, the subtle scent of her lilac soap in the air as it moved around her.&nbsp; "Now dress yourself and leave."&nbsp; She wondered how he would even fit his prick back in his pants.&nbsp; But that was his concern.&nbsp; "And remember what I said. Not a word."&nbsp; She crossed to the door of her adjoining dressing room and passed through it.<br><br>On the other side, she leaned against the door, breathing hard as she listened for him to leave.&nbsp; She slid her hands up her thighs, dragging her nightgown with them, her fingers almost instantly dipping between her legs to the throbbing wetness there. She stroked herself furiously, quickly reaching a climax more ferocious than any she'd felt before today.<br><br>Tomorrow...tomorrow would be even more fun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arden55</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 16:52:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes My Lady - it is as you wish-I shall be obedient- always so - I will never speak except to you, and I will go now- I am so very sorry- tomorrow I shall not disappoint you" He spoke softly- almost tearfully - he was relieved she had not asked him to continue - but now his massive cock ached with it's own hunger and lust. If she asked him again- whatever it was to do- he would obey - of that he was certain.<br><br>All next day he thought of only one thing- midnight. Again he want through the same routine. Only this time he had found what she wanted of him. In the barns he had found a length of clean soft white rope- of the finest quality, and one of her riding crops. It was black, very whippy and made in soft tooled leather. <br><br>Again at midnight having bathed and changed he knocked on her door and quietly entered. "I am here My Lady "he whispered anxiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Ladyship's Pleasure</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hera</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 04:46:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlotte had made sure to sleep into the afternoon so she'd be wide awake.&nbsp; It wasn't like anyone in the house had any need of her, least of all her husband.&nbsp; She'd dressed, spent a few hours in the garden watching the gardeners work, enjoying the sight of their muscled bodies as she pretended to work on her embroidery.&nbsp; She'd had dinner--alone again, of course--early, and retired to read.<br><br>Now, right on time, he slipped into her room.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; Maybe she could teach him some manners after all.&nbsp; She sat on the small, elegant sofa against the far wall. "I'm glad you managed to remember what I told you."&nbsp; She wore another soft, expensive nightgown, her hair unbound and flowing nearly to her waist.&nbsp; "I'm still quite angry about yesterday, though.&nbsp; I think you won't remember to do as I say and call me "My Lady" as you should unless I do something to set it clear in your mind."<br><br>She spoke as she spoke to all her servants, as though she were a benevolent employer, wanting nothing but to improve them.&nbsp; "Perhaps we can make a house servant of you yet.&nbsp; Now, kindly leave those things on the bed and disrobe."
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