He entered the chamber quietly. Discretion was part of the understanding between
entertainers and the families that hired them, and Andreas was very conscientious and open
minded. He would have to be, but he had to draw the line somewhere and he did not do
business with men. He did not disparage it; he knew it was very common in the upper
classes, but just could not bring himself to do it, not even if it was the only way to
earn enough for his country home in Provence. That was why it was so important to him to
partner with someone else to train as his apprentice, and perhaps someone who would
happily serve the man of the house. In this case it was the Count, and from what Claudia
told him, it seemed the new partner would have to accept his penchant for dressing as a
young maiden. In any case, it would buy Andreas some more time to secure enough funds for
a home.
His scheming was interrupted by a low female voice. “Take your clothes off”, she
demanded. He assumed it was Claudia, but since she occasionally shared him with her close
friends, one could never be sure. He obeyed, and undressed in the dimly lit room. “Get
down on your knees,” he was told. As soon as he was down, his backside was the victim of
a sudden stinging blow. He gasped and jerked around. “Eyes straight ahead,” she called.
It was Claudia after all. She usually blindfolded him or made him avert his eyes from
her. He braced for another slap, and thought it felt like a riding crop. The pain was
brutal, but it also made his blood pump rapidly to his genitals. He could hear her pacing
around behind him, and he felt an exciting mix of pain, pleasure and fear flood his mind
and body. She pulled him to his feet by his hair and, standing behind him, she inserted
her tongue in his ear and gently licked it.
After a few rousing slaps to his buttocks, he was brought over to the doorway of her room
and was then told to fetch her some wine from the drawing room. He gulped and tensed.
The drawing room was halfway across the grand house, and some of the servants were still
up tidying things and getting the rest of the guests off to bed. Claudia shoved him out
the door and promised him she would be watching his every move. Andreas had expected to
be embarrassed, but instead he felt a calming, deeply erotic tingle in his balls as he
made his way very slowly through the dark jewel toned tapestries that hung in the
hallways, seeing that he could always hide behind the rich velvet curtains if need be,
even though he knew that such timidity would be reprimanded by the Countess.
A few drops of moisture dotted his thick, hairy thighs as he walked, but he was so
focused on getting that cognac unseen, he barely noticed. He sensed Claudia’s discreet
presence behind him, and his eyes darted frantically around the rooms before entering
them. He was halfway there when he heard whispering, female voices. Two women were in
the drawing room having a quiet discussion when they spotted Andreas carefully walking
past. They stopped speaking and stared at his generous cock and solid build. They
gasped, and Andreas bowed politely at them and continued on his way. Claudia smirked from
her corner. She found it highly amusing that her two uppity sisters-in-law had just
witnessed her personal sex servant naked on an errand for her, and they could hardly have
failed to notice that he had just been spanked red by her own hand.
There was no way out of it, so Andreas just took it like the well trained man he was.
He returned to her chamber with the wine and stood waiting as she sipped the drink. He
was not sure what she had in mind next, but he was sure the worst was over. Fetching the
drink was tame compared to what he had had to do last week. It had been shameful, and yet
the memory of it made him hard. Claudia had brought him to a guest bedroom, one that he
had never been in before, and he was told to remove his pants and stand in front of the
large picture window. |He complied, and she pulled the heavy red drapes around his body
and face, so that only his cock was exposed. “They’ll be along any minute now,” she said
softly beside him. He could not imagine who would be out there, and he did not want to
know either. It was midday, and he was positioned in the window facing the stables. The
bright sunlight streamed down on him, making him feel ecstatic. Claudia Domini hated her
husband’s family, and Andreas was included on her schemes to chase them all away from her
home by shocking and alarming them. When he heard her raucous laughter burst out, he knew
they had noticed him. As his face reddened, he tried to tell himself that he could not
possibly be recognized by his penis alone, and he waited for it to be over.
When she tugged him out of the window and pulled him down onto the bed, he thought that
he was going to make love to her like a man. It was not to be. She climbed on top of him
and pulled up her many layers of skirts in order to mount his prick. He did not mind at
all; it was only business. He could see how being submissive was attractive to a lot of
men. After all, there was a lot of pressure for the male, and if this pretty woman wanted
to do all the work, Andreas was fine with it. She ground her sweet spot against him and
yelled out curse words until he felt her warm milk run down his balls. Then he lifted her
hips from him as he came on his stomach. That was the rule. She would not let someone
like him leave any seed behind.
He could see now that she was aroused by flaunting his red bottom to the two women, and
she leaned over to her bedside table and pulled out a large phallus. It was smooth, shiny
and ivory colored.
“An artist friend designed this for me.” She rolled her tongue across the tip and he
felt a tremendous swell in his loins. But he knew he would receive no fellatio from
Claudia. She sat in a pink, silk covered chair and inserted her new dildo inside her. He
could hear how wet she was, and he got down on his knees and crawled over to her. “Lick
me,” she whispered. He tongued her clit lightly until her dark mane flew back with a
sharp cry. Her foot shot out and kicked him square on the testicles. Once he caught his
breath, he glanced up at her to see if it had been done intentionally, but Claudia was
just staring at the ceiling with the cognac back in her hand, smiling and oblivious to his
suffering.
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