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The Estate, Part 1 - Proper Introduction
`God, I hope this is the right place,' I think to myself as I drive up to
this palatial mansion just outside of New York City.
My wife, Alyssa, thinks I'm on an important business trip, so she's pretty
comfortable in the notion that I'll be gone for a few days. So I packed up
two suitcases (a lot for a business trip), one had standard fare - a suit,
shirts, ties, pants, etc. The second, quite a bit larger, had something
quite different...and this was the suitcase I would be using during my stay
here.
I drive up what seems like a mile-long driveway, taking the side road I was
instructed to use toward the side of the house. Putting the car into park,
I see a butler (presumably) come out of the house and open my car door for
me.
"Welcome to the estate, sir. Please allow me to show you to your room."
I take only the larger suitcase with me as I follow the butler into what can
only be described as a royal mansion. It was larger than anything I had
ever seen before. There were maids all over, dusting and cleaning, looking
my way as I passed toward the far end of the great room and into what seemed
to be the servant's area of the house. I could have sworn I heard one of
them giggle as I passed her by.
We made our way down to the servants quarters. I was shown a room -- The
nameplate said "Sarah" -- and was shown inside.
"This will be your room. Please observe the house rule of no smoking, and
do keep tidy."
I nodded in agreement, knowing that smoking was out of the question anyway.
Waiting for him to leave so I could unpack my suitcase in private, I hear
something that took me completely by surprise.
"Now then, strip!"
I looked back at the butler in shock.
"I know exactly why you're here, and it is my job to make sure that Master
and Mistress's wishes are fulfilled to the letter. So then, strip!"
Trembling, I slowly take off my shirt. Underneath is a white lace bra,
inadequately filled out but fitting decently all the same.
"Do hurry up. Your duties will begin shortly."
Sighing, I take off my shoes, revealing the snow-white stockings I'm
wearing. Quickly, I undo my belt and drop my pants, stepping
ever-so-delicately out of them, leaving me standing in front of this butler,
who's name I didn't know, in garters, stockings, and a bra. I cupped my
hands in front of my crotch area, trying to hide the erection I was
beginning to develop.
"Very nice. I'm glad to see you decided to follow the instructions to the
letter. Waiting till you came here to change would have been a bad choice.
" He walked closer and moved my hands to my sides, exposing my hard-on.
"I'm also glad to see you trimmed your pubic hair as instructed as well.
Most men won't make a good heart shape, but yours is exquisite."
My face couldn't have been redder at this point, but it was pale compared to
the way it was after I heard what he said next.
"Put on a pair of shoes that goes with your outfit, and put on some makeup
quickly...Now."
With the butler standing there in the most dignified way imaginable, I turn
even redder as I go to my suitcase. I figure he doesn't want to see flats,
so I breathe deep and take out the 6" white leather heels I never got the
chance to break in. `No time like the present,' I thought to myself weakly.
Putting the heels on the bed, I fish out my makeup kit. It's not that
large, but it's packed to the brim with items I thought I'd need for this
little adventure. I take out just the basics -- lipstick, blusher, eye
shadow, eye liner (thank heavens my complexion is even) -- and walk over to
the vanity. The butler finally says something.
"Take your heels with you...put them on before you get up again."
Realizing I should have expected that, I gather up my shoes and go back to
the vanity. I apply all of my makeup, classy but with a bit more lipstick
than usual. I decide I look good enough, and I breathe deeply, trying to
regain composure I probably never had. I put on the impossibly high heels,
inwardly smiling that I practiced in my old pair of 6" heels, knowing I'd be
wearing them here.
I stand up and walk back to the butler, taking short, mincing steps so I
don't fall flat on my face and embarrass myself more than I already feel.
"Excellent. Now then, it's time for proper introductions. My name is
Beaumont. I am the head servant at the estate," he said matter of factly,
perfect New England annunciation.
I breathe deeply, and in a voice I practiced on tape recorder so many times
it was second nature, I spoke for the first time.
"My name is Sarah. I'm the new maid here at the estate."
Beaumont took my hand and kissed it. "Pleased to meet you, Sarah." I
smiled, thinking I must have truly impressed this man.
"Your first duty is to be tested....how well you can perform some of the
duties you will be given. I will also be acting in a manner similar to
Master and Mistress to prepare you for their service."
With that, Beaumont took down his pants, revealing the largest cock I've
ever seen. It must have been nine insces long, and as wide as my tumb is
long. I must have shown lots of shock in my eyes.
"Now Sarah, don't be afraid...your limits will be respected at all times...Now
then..."
And without warning Beaumont, 5 minutes ago the most dignified person ever
known, pressed my shoulders down hard, forcing me to my knees. I was
eye-level with his cock, and it was beginning to stir.
"Make it hard, Maid."
I took it in my hands gently, rubbing all over this monster of a dick,
feeling it get harder in my hands. I started to jerk him off, and I heard
him moan softly. All of a sudden he took my chin into his hand and looked
down into my eyes.
"Suck my cock. If you're good at it maybe I'll break your pussy in with
lubricant instead of without."
With that, he shoved my head all the way down onto his huge cock. It hit
the back of my throat hard, and it was all I could do to keep from gagging.
Smiling, Beaumont started to fuck my face deep and hard, his cock going into
my throat on the deepest of his plunges.
As he abused my face, Beaumont told me my duties (in between moans and
grunts).
"You will be Master and Mistress's slave for your entire stay here." A
heavy moan. "You will have no will, save theirs. You will dress and
undress as ordered, you will serve who you are told to serve, and you will
thank Master and Mistress for everything they tell you to do." Many grunts
and groans as he decided to speedfuck my mouth, his balls slapping hard
against my chin. I could feel his cock start to tense up, which I pretty
much knew would lead to him comeing in my mouth. I had never tasted cum
until now, and I got very nervous.
"Oh god, Sarah, I'm commmmmmm......."
He never finished the sentence, instead moaning -- better, yelling -- and
shooting thick, hot come deep into my mouth. I could swear there was a
sweet taste to it, and I swallowed it all. He continued to piston my mouth,
squeezing every last drop from his cock with my lips, savoring the taste of
his man-juice.
Feeling him going soft in my mouth, I got disappointed when he pulled is
monster of a cock out of my mouth. I needn't have worried.
"That was astounding, Sarah. Now then, stand up and bend over the footboard
of the bed."
This moment I did not fear -- I had broken myself in so much, using every toy
I could buy, that I was sure I could handle this man's huge cock deep in my
ass. I didn't have long to wait to find out for sure.
"Spread your legs." I did as I was ordered, spreading my legs as far as 6"
heels would allow me to safely spread.
Beaumont took a bottle out of a nighttable drawer, and I instantly
recognized it as KY. `I guess my blowjob was decent enough,' I thought to
myself as he applied some jelly to my asshole, then gently squeezing 2
fingers inside my sphincter to lube me there. God his hands were soft...
His fingers come out, and I see him lubing his own cock very liberally. He
puts down the bottle and approaches me from behind. Lightly touching his
cockhead to my anus. Slowly, he starts to push the head in, making sure he
won't hurt me, apparently. I moan softly to let him know that I feel no
pain. I turn back and smile at him, and he smiles back and takes the hint.
Pushing all the way into my ass, I hear Beaumont moan loudly. I moan with
his, his huge cock tickling my prostate and sending waves of pleasure
through my body.
Beaumont wasted no time, fucking my hot ass about as hard as could be
possible. I enjoyed every minute of it. My first fuck, and it was going so
well I inwardly wished I had done this sooner. No time for regrets though,
as his huge cock occupied all of my attention. Throughout all of the
moaning and groaning, panting and grunting, I slipped a hand back to play
with my tiny cock, my jerking rythym in time with his thrusting.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes, I could feel
his fucking accelerate, his balls slapping harder against my thighs, his
hands grabbing tighter around my hips. I accelerated my own jerking,
wanting to come with him in a beautiful orgasm.
A few short seconds later, Beaumont stops fucking me and plunges his cock
deep into my ass. At that moment I come harder than I ever have, spewing my
come all over the footboard. I can feel him spasming inside me, his hot
come spreading all over my anal canal. Gently, he kisses my back and pulls
his now rapidly softening member out of my hole.
Looking down at the footboard, Beaumont says "Look what you did, Sarah.
Clean up that mess now."
Not realizing where he was looking, I smiled ever-so seductively at him and
knelt in front of him. Doing something I swore I'd never do, I cleaned his
cock with my mouth, my lips, my tongue, letting it leave my mouth with an
audible `pop'.
Smiling, Beaumont lifts me up. "That was not what I meant, but thank you
all the same, Sarah. Now then, please be in the dining hall, in uniform and
properly made up, by 7PM sharp. Lateness will be punished, and I can say
it's not at all pleasant. Right then..."
Just as he turns to pick up his pants and leave, I grab him and give him the
hardest kiss on his lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. After a minute
of this, I break the kiss.
I say to him "Thank you Beaumont, for making me feel more like a woman than
I ever have."
Beaumont, ever the gentleman, bows slightly, and says "You're welcome.
Don't forget: 7PM sharp!"
With that, he leaves, and I say to myself "Wow, now that IS a proper
introduction!"
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The Estate, Part 1 - Proper Introduction
`God, I hope this is the right place,' I think to myself as I drive up to
this palatial mansion just outside of New York City.
My wife, Alyssa, thinks I'm on an important business trip, so she's pretty
comfortable in the notion that I'll be gone for a few days. So I packed up
two suitcases (a lot for a business trip), one had standard fare - a suit,
shirts, ties, pants, etc. The second, quite a bit larger, had something
quite different...and this was the suitcase I would be using during my stay
here.
I drive up what seems like a mile-long driveway, taking the side road I was
instructed to use toward the side of the house. Putting the car into park,
I see a butler (presumably) come out of the house and open my car door for
me.
"Welcome to the estate, sir. Please allow me to show you to your room."
I take only the larger suitcase with me as I follow the butler into what can
only be described as a royal mansion. It was larger than anything I had
ever seen before. There were maids all over, dusting and cleaning, looking
my way as I passed toward the far end of the great room and into what seemed
to be the servant's area of the house. I could have sworn I heard one of
them giggle as I passed her by.
We made our way down to the servants quarters. I was shown a room -- The
nameplate said "Sarah" -- and was shown inside.
"This will be your room. Please observe the house rule of no smoking, and
do keep tidy."
I nodded in agreement, knowing that smoking was out of the question anyway.
Waiting for him to leave so I could unpack my suitcase in private, I hear
something that took me completely by surprise.
"Now then, strip!"
I looked back at the butler in shock.
"I know exactly why you're here, and it is my job to make sure that Master
and Mistress's wishes are fulfilled to the letter. So then, strip!"
Trembling, I slowly take off my shirt. Underneath is a white lace bra,
inadequately filled out but fitting decently all the same.
"Do hurry up. Your duties will begin shortly."
Sighing, I take off my shoes, revealing the snow-white stockings I'm
wearing. Quickly, I undo my belt and drop my pants, stepping
ever-so-delicately out of them, leaving me standing in front of this butler,
who's name I didn't know, in garters, stockings, and a bra. I cupped my
hands in front of my crotch area, trying to hide the erection I was
beginning to develop.
"Very nice. I'm glad to see you decided to follow the instructions to the
letter. Waiting till you came here to change would have been a bad choice.
" He walked closer and moved my hands to my sides, exposing my hard-on.
"I'm also glad to see you trimmed your pubic hair as instructed as well.
Most men won't make a good heart shape, but yours is exquisite."
My face couldn't have been redder at this point, but it was pale compared to
the way it was after I heard what he said next.
"Put on a pair of shoes that goes with your outfit, and put on some makeup
quickly...Now."
With the butler standing there in the most dignified way imaginable, I turn
even redder as I go to my suitcase. I figure he doesn't want to see flats,
so I breathe deep and take out the 6" white leather heels I never got the
chance to break in. `No time like the present,' I thought to myself weakly.
Putting the heels on the bed, I fish out my makeup kit. It's not that
large, but it's packed to the brim with items I thought I'd need for this
little adventure. I take out just the basics -- lipstick, blusher, eye
shadow, eye liner (thank heavens my complexion is even) -- and walk over to
the vanity. The butler finally says something.
"Take your heels with you...put them on before you get up again."
Realizing I should have expected that, I gather up my shoes and go back to
the vanity. I apply all of my makeup, classy but with a bit more lipstick
than usual. I decide I look good enough, and I breathe deeply, trying to
regain composure I probably never had. I put on the impossibly high heels,
inwardly smiling that I practiced in my old pair of 6" heels, knowing I'd be
wearing them here.
I stand up and walk back to the butler, taking short, mincing steps so I
don't fall flat on my face and embarrass myself more than I already feel.
"Excellent. Now then, it's time for proper introductions. My name is
Beaumont. I am the head servant at the estate," he said matter of factly,
perfect New England annunciation.
I breathe deeply, and in a voice I practiced on tape recorder so many times
it was second nature, I spoke for the first time.
"My name is Sarah. I'm the new maid here at the estate."
Beaumont took my hand and kissed it. "Pleased to meet you, Sarah." I
smiled, thinking I must have truly impressed this man.
"Your first duty is to be tested....how well you can perform some of the
duties you will be given. I will also be acting in a manner similar to
Master and Mistress to prepare you for their service."
With that, Beaumont took down his pants, revealing the largest cock I've
ever seen. It must have been nine insces long, and as wide as my tumb is
long. I must have shown lots of shock in my eyes.
"Now Sarah, don't be afraid...your limits will be respected at all times...Now
then..."
And without warning Beaumont, 5 minutes ago the most dignified person ever
known, pressed my shoulders down hard, forcing me to my knees. I was
eye-level with his cock, and it was beginning to stir.
"Make it hard, Maid."
I took it in my hands gently, rubbing all over this monster of a dick,
feeling it get harder in my hands. I started to jerk him off, and I heard
him moan softly. All of a sudden he took my chin into his hand and looked
down into my eyes.
"Suck my cock. If you're good at it maybe I'll break your pussy in with
lubricant instead of without."
With that, he shoved my head all the way down onto his huge cock. It hit
the back of my throat hard, and it was all I could do to keep from gagging.
Smiling, Beaumont started to fuck my face deep and hard, his cock going into
my throat on the deepest of his plunges.
As he abused my face, Beaumont told me my duties (in between moans and
grunts).
"You will be Master and Mistress's slave for your entire stay here." A
heavy moan. "You will have no will, save theirs. You will dress and
undress as ordered, you will serve who you are told to serve, and you will
thank Master and Mistress for everything they tell you to do." Many grunts
and groans as he decided to speedfuck my mouth, his balls slapping hard
against my chin. I could feel his cock start to tense up, which I pretty
much knew would lead to him comeing in my mouth. I had never tasted cum
until now, and I got very nervous.
"Oh god, Sarah, I'm commmmmmm......."
He never finished the sentence, instead moaning -- better, yelling -- and
shooting thick, hot come deep into my mouth. I could swear there was a
sweet taste to it, and I swallowed it all. He continued to piston my mouth,
squeezing every last drop from his cock with my lips, savoring the taste of
his man-juice.
Feeling him going soft in my mouth, I got disappointed when he pulled is
monster of a cock out of my mouth. I needn't have worried.
"That was astounding, Sarah. Now then, stand up and bend over the footboard
of the bed."
This moment I did not fear -- I had broken myself in so much, using every toy
I could buy, that I was sure I could handle this man's huge cock deep in my
ass. I didn't have long to wait to find out for sure.
"Spread your legs." I did as I was ordered, spreading my legs as far as 6"
heels would allow me to safely spread.
Beaumont took a bottle out of a nighttable drawer, and I instantly
recognized it as KY. `I guess my blowjob was decent enough,' I thought to
myself as he applied some jelly to my asshole, then gently squeezing 2
fingers inside my sphincter to lube me there. God his hands were soft...
His fingers come out, and I see him lubing his own cock very liberally. He
puts down the bottle and approaches me from behind. Lightly touching his
cockhead to my anus. Slowly, he starts to push the head in, making sure he
won't hurt me, apparently. I moan softly to let him know that I feel no
pain. I turn back and smile at him, and he smiles back and takes the hint.
Pushing all the way into my ass, I hear Beaumont moan loudly. I moan with
his, his huge cock tickling my prostate and sending waves of pleasure
through my body.
Beaumont wasted no time, fucking my hot ass about as hard as could be
possible. I enjoyed every minute of it. My first fuck, and it was going so
well I inwardly wished I had done this sooner. No time for regrets though,
as his huge cock occupied all of my attention. Throughout all of the
moaning and groaning, panting and grunting, I slipped a hand back to play
with my tiny cock, my jerking rythym in time with his thrusting.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes, I could feel
his fucking accelerate, his balls slapping harder against my thighs, his
hands grabbing tighter around my hips. I accelerated my own jerking,
wanting to come with him in a beautiful orgasm.
A few short seconds later, Beaumont stops fucking me and plunges his cock
deep into my ass. At that moment I come harder than I ever have, spewing my
come all over the footboard. I can feel him spasming inside me, his hot
come spreading all over my anal canal. Gently, he kisses my back and pulls
his now rapidly softening member out of my hole.
Looking down at the footboard, Beaumont says "Look what you did, Sarah.
Clean up that mess now."
Not realizing where he was looking, I smiled ever-so seductively at him and
knelt in front of him. Doing something I swore I'd never do, I cleaned his
cock with my mouth, my lips, my tongue, letting it leave my mouth with an
audible `pop'.
Smiling, Beaumont lifts me up. "That was not what I meant, but thank you
all the same, Sarah. Now then, please be in the dining hall, in uniform and
properly made up, by 7PM sharp. Lateness will be punished, and I can say
it's not at all pleasant. Right then..."
Just as he turns to pick up his pants and leave, I grab him and give him the
hardest kiss on his lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. After a minute
of this, I break the kiss.
I say to him "Thank you Beaumont, for making me feel more like a woman than
I ever have."
Beaumont, ever the gentleman, bows slightly, and says "You're welcome.
Don't forget: 7PM sharp!"
With that, he leaves, and I say to myself "Wow, now that IS a proper
introduction!"
