The History Society Ch. 08

Chapter Eight

Emma returned to her mistress' bedchamber after giving herself a quick wash down with a flannel and she then made the bed before she was dismissed with strict instructions to return about half an hour before lunch.

"By that time, I should have finished this blasted letter!" expostulated Amanda in annoyance, scratching her temple thoughtfully as she tried to think of the right words to use.

The problem was that she was not feeling very apologetic at all as she did not want to marry the man her father had chosen for her. Even though she had been brought up strictly, Amanda still possessed a rebellious spirit deep down and she loved to be in charge and dominate girls and men too if possible rather than suffer as a submissive. As a wife though, she knew that she would be subject to her husband's authority and that his every whim would be like a command for her to obey. She sighed with frustration as the door shut behind the pretty maid and then smiled as she remembered how much fun it had been to start the girl's education in the ways of submission and servitude. If only she could be left alone to continue such pleasures.

She frowned slightly as she remembered the shame of accepting John's large member into her aristocratic mouth and anus and started to fantasise about gaining revenge on him and Jamieson. The thought of having the footman bent over while she used her ivory dildo in his tight bottom hole and made him squeal brought a smile to replace the frown and she continued to speculate about what else she could do as she scribbled down another sentence in her letter of apology. As she wrote, every little movement reminded her of the pain in her bottom and the deep welts and weals that marred the perfect alabaster flesh. From previous experience, Amanda knew that it would take a good week or so before the marks faded and the thought of being beaten again if her letter was not fulsome enough in its language made her concentrate a little harder on her task.

By the time that Emma returned, she had managed to finish both letters. It was her second copy to her fiance as she had thrown the first one away as not being neat enough and so, after Emma had helped her dress for luncheon, Amanda sent her down with the open letters and instructed her to take them to Lord Talbot.

"He is probably in his study, girl, but if he is not there then leave them on his desk for him to peruse later."

Emma bobbed automatically into another curtsey and then smiled wryly to herself as she realised how she had already been sucked into the life of a Victorian maid. It was as if she had never been anything else and that thought stayed with her as she descended the back stairs and made her way through the massive house in search of Lord Talbot's study.

After consulting a footman, thankfully not John, she found it and then knocked softly on the door and waited. There was no reply and so she twisted the knob and opened the door and then marvelled at the rich panelling on the walls and the inset bookshelves which were crowded with literary volumes. An antique globe stood in one corner alongside a telescope and she spent a few moments admiring them along with the furniture. That was of an impressive size and quality to match the room and the desk seemed to go on for ever with its green leather top being awash with papers. Trying to make sure that the letters did not get lost in the sea of paperwork, Emma walked round and tried to clear a spot right in front of the captain's chair that was upholstered to match the desk. She was just placing Amanda's letters down when the door swung open further and Lord Talbot strode in and glared at her.

"What do you think you are doing, girl?" he snapped interrogatively and Emma found herself flushing in embarrassment as she tried to stammer an explanation. He looked at her sharply and then strode over and picked up the letters and scanned through them briefly.

"Hmm, I suppose they will do. Damn girl is more trouble than she is worth sometimes. I hope you are not going to be the same?"

"Oh no, sir," stuttered out Emma, backing away slightly as he towered above her.

"Hmm, Jamieson was not too impressed this morning, I believe. Said that you were not very quick to follow instructions."

Emma's face felt as if it was going to burst into flames as she realised that the butler had discussed what had happened in Amanda's room with the master of the house. She dropped her eyes to the floor, unable to hold Lord Talbot's gaze once she realised that he knew exactly how she had been used and abused earlier that morning.

"Perhaps I should see for myself?" he mused idly, extracting his half-hunter gold watch and looking at the time. "Ah yes, I have a few minutes before luncheon. Right, maid, on your knees for me and open that pretty mouth wide."

The order left Emma aghast. It had been a similar instruction from Jamieson, the butler, that she had disobeyed and that had led into more drastic consequences. Her sore little anal hole still twinged at the memory of being used by the two men.

"Come on, girl. I can see what Jamieson meant now. Do you want to be turned out with no character reference?"

That was the ultimate shame for a Victorian servant, Emma knew from her historical reading. She shook her head slowly as the insidious worm of submission uncoiled in her belly and then she knelt suddenly and opened her mouth wide, feeling the edge of the desk against the nape of her neck as Lord Talbot moved forward. It was so shaming to kneel there and watch as his fingers pulled out his cock after unbuttoning his flies and she felt her green eyes cloud with tears as the scent of his maleness filled her nostrils.

The large knob swam into her view and then it was pressing against her lips and sliding into her mouth and she stifled a heartfelt sob as she was filled. His balls banged softly against her chin as he thrust in and out slowly, one large hand holding her head still, resting on her white mob cap. The world seemed to shrink down to just his cock sliding in and out of her mouth and the bitter-sweet friction of his shaft against her lips. She could feel the pulsing veins on her soft skin and smell the rich male aroma of his arousal as he used her for his pleasure. Gradually his thrusts got faster and harder and her head banged back against the edge of the desk sending jolts of pain into her body. He ignored her little squeals and cries and just pushed in deeper and Emma found herself struggling to cope as his pulsating erection rammed into her and then slipped down her throat slightly.

She half-gagged, panicking as her breathing became more difficult and then she calmed down a little as she breathed through her nose instead. Smell, taste and the soft sliding sound of his shaft over her lips surrounded her and then she felt his cock swell and she suffered the shaming indignity of his spunk erupting into her mouth. He pulled out abruptly after the first jet and then sent more splashing over her chin and cheeks and even up onto her forehead and nose. It seemed never ending as more spurts of thick cream spattered her, staining her with his sign of ownership and disdain and she found her tears mixing with the slippery fluid as he finally finished and then thrust his cock back in her mouth and ordered her to suck it clean.

She did her best to obey, licking and sucking on the wilting tube of heated flesh. Then Emma had to stand and face her master as he gave his verdict on her performance.

"Passable, girl, though you really will have to be quicker to obey. I will instruct Jamieson to send you to me for lessons once a day I think. Amanda is quite good at training new maids but sometimes they need a man's touch if they are to come up to scratch. I assume that you do wish to gain a permanent position here at the hall?"

Emma wondered what he was on about but decided to humour him and answered in the affirmative, nodding her head at the same time and then regretting it as a slimy trail of his sperm dribbled down her nose and across her lips.

"Don't waste it, girl!" Lord Talbot snapped and, without even thinking about demurring, Emma flicked out her little pink tongue and took the white fluid into her mouth and swallowed it down.

"Right, time for lunch. Run along, maid. You must have other duties to perform," he stated suddenly and waved a large hand at her in dismissal. Emma walked away, tears still filling her eyes and semen still staining her cheeks and chin but she held her head up high as she passed through the main hall of the house and ignored the footman's raised eyebrows and sidelong glances. Yes she had been used but then that was her position as a servant... to serve in any way that she could. Whether it was her mistress or Lord Talbot, her ultimate master, both needed her submission and service. She knew that now and the thought lightened her heart as she climbed the stairs to her room and then ran a flannel over her face to clean herself of her master's salty offering.