Mastering The Maid

By Anna Austin

 

 

Description:

 

Lord Albert Rook is a hedonist and rake, delighting in the darker side of human nature. Where he sees innocence, he longs to corrupt it.

 

Isabel is the embodiment of innocence, or so it seems. A young maid in Lord Rook's service, she is submissive and shy. Perfect for what his Lordship intends...

 

Over the course of one sinful night, Lord Rook teaches Isabel to embrace the dark delights of debauchery, and to surrender her body and soul to her new master.

 

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He used the blade to cut her out of her clothes, slicing though the flimsy fabric so that it fell in strips to the floor. Standing back, he admired his handiwork. Her body was just as he imagined. Slim, with small, perky breasts and a petite but rounded arse. She had shaved her pussy, just as instructed. Her skin was milky white, except where the blows of the birch had fallen. There, it was red.

 

Isabel did not scream when he cut her clothes off. In fact she was quite silent, with the exception of a few whimpers. She really was beautiful, in his opinion.

 

Lord Rook approached behind her, close enough so that she could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck. He ran his hand down her hip, feeling the goosebumps on her skin melt beneath the heat of his fingers.

 

"Divine my dear, simply divine." He was not lying. He could feel how hard his cock was beneath his breeches. He had never had such a beautiful specimen in his clutches.

 

He pressed against her from behind, allowing her to feel the hard bulge that pushed against his breeches. He allowed his hands to wander, skirting her stomach before alighting on her breasts. Her nipples were hard, whether from the slight chill of the room or from arousal he did not know.

 

"Are you more relaxed now, my dear?" he asked in a soft voice.

 

Isabel sighed softly as she felt his bulge against her bare flesh, and moaned in apprehension. Her nipples hardened further as his hands lay on them and she sighed.

 

"Yes sir. I am more relaxed now" she said and gave a soft smile.

 

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"Good evening my dear." He gave a low bow. "I trust you are well. Perhaps you would like a glass of wine?" He indicated towards the open bottle on the side-table. "I drink only the best."

 

"Yes sir, I would love some wine. Thank you" she said politely and met his eyes for a second.

 

He filled a glass and handed it to her. It looked oversize in her petite hands. She really was a delicate little thing. He wondered whether she would be able to take what he had in store for her, or whether he would break her.

 

He poured a glass and took a sip. It tasted good, but then his senses were always heightened before he indulged in sexual depravity.

 

"So, Isabel. I will repeat what I said to you earlier. I am your master, and you a mere servant to my whims and desires. Whatever I ask of you, you will obey. Do you understand?"

 

Isabel's hands trembled as she held the wine glass. She took a small sip of the wine and delighted in its taste. It was fruity and fragrant and she smiled. "Yes. I understand sir."

 

"Good. Because at times tonight, you may be frightened. Terrified even. But cruel though I undoubtedly am, I am not a monster. Your life belongs to me, but I will not end it. Indeed, perhaps you will find something wakened within you that you did not know existed. But if not, I will give you a safe-word to use. If you utter this word, I will let you leave at once. The word is 'Lucifer.' Do you understand?"

 

He gestured to her wine glass. "Finish it. You may find some courage in it."

 

 

 

Keywords: victorian bdsm erotica, master servant maid, spanking birching whipping, blindfolded bound restrained, first-time virgin innocent