Millicent had a dream, but she kept it
from her husband during their brief marriage.
She had planned it since she realized her inclinations, though she told
no one. It would be a scandalous affair
if the true callings of the wife of General Artemis Ward of the British Army
were known.
Millicent married Artemis, a man thirty
years her senior, when she was eighteen.
He took a fancy to her when he met her at a ball in Boston where they
both resided. It didn’t take her long
before he married her, just as she’d planned so meticulously. With his rank in the British Army, they were
invited into the highest social circles.
It was here that lives of the common citizen were a far cry from those
of high society. The morality of the
common folk paled in comparison to the immorality and debauchery of the rich.
They lived in Boston for their eight
years of marriage, until Artemis took sick.
He lingered for six months before he succumbed at the ripe age of
fifty-six, leaving twenty-six-year-old Millicent a widow.
Millicent was a fetching woman with
golden hair that looked as though it was spun from gold. She had an hour-glass figure, and she dressed
to accent it. Her full breasts were
pushed up by her corset, the pale skin of her cleavage revealed by the low-cut
gowns she wore. There was always a large
piece of jewelry that lay in her bosom, impossible for a man’s eyes not to
stray. She had full, womanly hips that
were perfect to bear children, but that was never her inclination. Her buttocks rose up prominently with the
help of her corset. Her pale skin was
always accented with a rose tint to her succulent lips, and her blue eyes
sparkled with such intensity.
Before Artemis died, she had to find a
lawyer to handle her husband’s estate and make sure she got the lion’s share of
it. She found what she was looking for
in William Briggs, a prominent Boston lawyer.
He came from a wealthy family, although he had lost a good portion of
his wealth in shady deals over the last ten years, but his family didn’t know
of his failures, at least not yet. He
was good at covering his tracks, a trait that would be important in settling
Artemis’s estate. It would cost plenty
for William, but he’d take some of his payment in services, special services. He was as much immoral as he was criminal.
It would take two months to probate
the will, but most of Artemis’ other relatives were in England and had monies
of their own. They had no desire to come
to America for money. They thought of
the colonists as uncouth and uncivilized.
Otherwise, why did the British have to have so many troops there?
During those two months, Millicent
began to seek out other women that had the same inclination that she did. It was a tricky cat-and-mouse game to find
them without giving away anything, but Millicent was good with people, able to
read them. By the time she was ready to
leave Boston, she’d befriended twenty women of varying ages.
* * * *
Millicent settled for a town twenty-four
miles from Boston. The roads from Boston
were adequate and the town was small. It
was presently called Easton, but within a year, Millicent would have it changed
to Stepford.
The town didn’t have more than twenty
families. It lay within the Taunton
River Watershed, the second largest wetland in the state. The town was poor, and that made it easier
when Millicent came to town with her grand plans. She had the blueprints for a magnificent
house that would sit on the hill overlooking the town and she’d already
purchased the land. It would contain
twelve bedrooms and a total of twenty-five rooms in all. There would be a barn and two other out
buildings to hold the living quarters for the servants that would be required
to maintain it. The building of the
house would give much needed work for the mostly farming families, and they’d
be forever beholden to her for their higher standard of living.
She also promised a town hall to sit
in the center of the town which consisted of only four other buildings, but she
expected the town to grow rapidly. Not
only would Millicent reside in the town, but many of her friends from Boston
would come to visit her and spend their money in the town. The town had no church, but although
Millicent didn’t mention it, she’d build the first but only after she found a
suitable pastor to head it up. She didn’t
want any trouble with a religious zealot, so she’d pick the pastor carefully.
She stayed mostly in Boston during
construction, traveling to her new house once a week as it was built to make
sure that it kept on track. The men
building it weren’t used to a woman being so demanding and aggressive, but
Millicent made sure she paid them well and that often soothed their ruffled
feathers.
It took an aggressive six months to
put up the main house so she could move in.
The rest of the outbuildings took another month before they were
finished. No one could believe that it
could be done in such a short time, but they soon saw her moving in such fine
furnishings and knew their newest resident was home.
* * * *
It was fall of 1725 when Millicent
arrived in Easton. She rode through town
like a queen in a magnificent carriage drawn by six black snarling horses and a
driver dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and tie. She opened the shades as she passed though
the center of town, and all stopped to gaze at her. She nodded affectionately to them, but she
couldn’t tell you the name of any of them.
Hanna sat across from her. She’d found her in Boston, serving another
woman, but Millicent had managed to steal her away. Hanna was twenty, brown hair, green eyes and
a lovely smile. She had a firm, young
body. She’d come from a rich family that
had lost their fortune. Her father died
by suicide, her mother pined away the next year at the loss of her husband
before she succumbed to a broken heart.
Hanna took to serving the rich to support herself. She knew what was expected as she had many
servants growing up.
Hanna had a lengthy discussion with
Mistress Ward before she took the job.
It would be far from Boston, so there would be a danger that if she lost
the job, she’d be out of touch with the wealthy that might employ her. There was also a long discussion on
indiscretion. Once Mistress Ward was
comfortable with her, she told her of her intentions and inclinations. To the ordinary citizen, Hanna should’ve been
shocked, but Hanna knew the jaded tastes of the rich. If she took the position, she’d have much
more access to Mistress Ward and her friends as she’d be the lady’s companion,
an exalted position, much more than a lady’s maid. It also made her excited at the thoughts of
what might transpire. The pay was
exceptional with all her living expenses paid as well as a generous clothing
allowance. She’d be able to save the
majority of her pay and someday might not have to serve others. She gave her notice and joined Mistress Ward
when she left Boston.
Hanna couldn’t believe it was such a
fine house after seeing how small the town was.
It was out of place and sat majestically on the hill to overpower the
town below it. It was as big as the
finest houses in Boston.
Hanna made sure that Mistress Ward’s
baggage was taken to her room without damage.
Once that was settled, she joined her in the living room for a
tour. The house had been designed
meticulously. It was as if it were two
houses, an outer house and an inner house.
The outer house consisted of the living room, dining room, Mistress
Ward’s office and the kitchen along with two guest bedrooms on the first
floor. This is where most of the
servants and household staff would work along with all of the second-story
bedrooms. The inner house had another
living room, much bigger and grander than the front one. It had a small kitchen that would be well
stocked with food and liquor. Then,
there were the other rooms. Mistress
Ward didn’t show her them yet, but she had an idea of what they were like. The inner house would be off limits to all
the household staff except for a select few.
Hanna was the first, the rest would be selected after Hanna could
observe them in their duties and learn more of their personal lives to
determine if they could be trustworthy and discrete. It would be a bit difficult in the beginning
without much help, but Mistress Ward assured Hanna that it would be a cautious
start. Hanna took charge immediately.
* * * *
It was within a week that Millicent
sent for William Briggs. He had finished
the probate and all financial matters were secured. Millicent paid him handsomely as he would
continue as her lawyer to handle matters that might call for his expertise in
settling. These were only the other
matters to handle for now and in the future.
“Mr. Briggs will be joining us today,
Hanna. I’ll need your assistance. Are Mistress Selec and Mistress Phillips
settled into their rooms?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Priscilla Selec was the daughter of the
owner of the largest Boston shipyard.
She’s twenty-one, unmarried and a good friend of Millicent. They’d met right after Millicent’s marriage
to Artemis, and they became close friends, very close. Millicent could see in Priscilla’s manner her
inclinations, and they soon shared secrets.
She was the first one that Millicent had told.
Deborah Phillips was the wife of the
owner of the Boston Iron Works. He was
eighty years old, and Deborah was twenty-two, his third wife. The other two had died, and Deborah didn’t
expect him to last much longer. He had
sons that were older than she was, so most of his fortune would go to them, but
she’d be left with a substantial stipend to support her for life. Her sex life was nonexistent with him. She yearned for something different, and
Millicent promised to give her the unexpected.
She was eager.
It was an hour later that William
Briggs arrived. He was shown into the
main living room, and Hanna went to get him.
She looked before she entered the room.
William was in his late forties, but he was slim and fit. He took care of himself, impeccably
groomed. His dark hair was slicked back,
and he was good looking, though not handsome.
She entered the room. “I’ll take
you to Mistress Ward.”
William got up when she came in the
room, expecting Millicent, not this woman, though she was attractive. “And you are?”
“I’m Hanna Drake, Mistress Ward’s
companion.” She let him follow her,
knowing he watched her ass as she walked.
She knew he was married and that he cheated on his wife the same way he
cheated in business.
He followed her into another section
of the house. He no longer saw any
servants or staff. Millicent had planned
the design of the house well for maximum privacy. That was good. He wouldn’t want this to get out.
He wasn’t sure how this was going to
go. He never really did it before,
though he did dabble a bit in it, but what Millicent promised, or threatened,
would happen was certain to be much more.
He was nervous as a virgin. He
also had a raging erection that made his testicles ache. They entered a living room, bigger than the
other one but furnished just as fashionably.
Millicent spent her inheritance wisely.
He saw her seated on the couch. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress that
flashed a wide expanse of her bosom exposed with a large gold cross nestled in
it. The dress was a dark-blue
embroidered silk that went to her ankles.
Out of place in a living room were the black leather gloves she wore
that didn’t stop until they were above her elbows. She had her legs crossed delicately.
“Good afternoon, Millicent.”
“You will address me as Mistress
Millicent from now on. Is that
understood?”
It was then he noticed the riding crop
that was on the couch beside her. She
picked it up for him to see. It was beginning.
“Yes, excuse me, Mistress Millicent.”
“Take off your coat, William.”
He took it off and put it on the chair
behind him. Hanna stood next to
him. She hadn’t left the room yet.
“Now take off the shirt.”
He looked at Millicent and Hanna, but
before he could say anything, he felt the sting of the riding crop on his
hip. She’d moved fast.
“I won’t tell you again.”
He bit his lip as he took off his
shirt. Hanna stood there and looked at
him as well as Millicent. It was only
his shirt he convinced himself as he shed it.
She smirked as she looked at him,
unable to not notice the bulge in his trousers.
“It seems that William has an erection already, Hanna.”
He flushed when both of the women
looked to the front of his trousers. He
quickly put his hands in front of him to hide his shameful erection.
Millicent let him hide it. She loved the blush on his face and upper
body. “Take off your boots and socks,
William. The fire is warm in here.”
William tried to take them off,
struggling to pull them off as he stood there, bending and almost falling
over. He didn’t know why he was so
flustered. He’d been with a lot of women
in his life, and they saw him take off his clothes. It never bothered him before, but this felt
different. It was Millicent that ordered
him.
Finally, he stood there, only his
trousers left and his hands still hid his erection. She was sure that it was much bigger
now. “Did you wear what I send you underneath
your trousers, William?”
“Yes, Mill… Mistress Millicent.” He had to hide them from his wife, and he got
out of the house fast after he put them on.
It would be difficult and embarrassing to explain to his wife.
“Let me see them, William. Take off your trousers. You won’t need them any longer.”
He looked at Hanna and then back to
Millicent. “But, Hanna is still here,”
his voice shook in shame.
“Yes, she is and she’ll stay,
William.” She slapped at his hip once
again, and he jerked back in pain. She
had practiced with the riding crop to get it perfect, not wanting to show any
inexperience.
He didn’t expect that. That would make it more shameful and
humiliating. Yet, he had no choice, and
his erection said that he wanted to continue.
He fumbled with his trousers, never looking up as he opened the buttons
in the front. He slid his trousers down and
off his feet without looking forward. He
turned to put them on the chair behind him with the rest of his clothes. As soon as he did, Hanna picked all of them
up and left the room for a minute. She
came back without his clothes. He was
desperate now, almost naked in her house before two beautiful women. It made him excited like nothing before, but
it was also shameful. He stood there
while his hands cupped his cock and balls, his head down in shame in the undergarment
she’d sent over. They were white silk
and clung to his body like a second skin.
They barely covered anything, just his cock, balls and his
buttocks. They stopped at his crotch.
“I’m sure they look nice, but I can’t
see them, William. Move your hands to
your sides and hold them there.” Hanna
eyed his crotch as well as Millicent. He
moved his hands aside to reveal his undergarment. They were of the finest silk, any woman would
love to have them, but they were made for a man. Millicent was pleased that William was quite
big and his testicles were plump. “You
don’t seem to be able to control yourself, William. Your prick is quite hard, and it looks like
your testicles are laden with your sperm.”
“He’s already leaking on his new undergarments. Can you control yourself and not cum
prematurely like a ten-year-old boy?”
Hanna saw the shame spread all over his body when she said it.
Both of them looked at him and teased
his erection. He felt the riding crop
strike his naked hip this time, more painful.
“Answer her, William. And obey her commands as you’ll mine.”
He was flustered as he said it. “No, Mistress Hanna, I can control it,”
though he wasn’t convinced that he could.
He was startled when Millicent stood
up and moved next to him.
“Tie his hands, Hanna.”