The Maid Ch. 02

The Maid

Chapter 2

A month has passed, and I seem to be tending to the needs of my mistress.

I seem to help her each day with her treatment. Pulling the blue circular device out, letting her suckle me, or lately I have been commanded to touch my quim during the treatment.

My father writes me a monthly letter, informing me of the coin he receives and advising me to remain humble to maintain my position. He tells me to work hard and attend church.

I do not tell him my lady needs her treatment when the rest of the house is ready for church, and I cannot accompany them. The Mistress is even more, what is the word, even more randy on the Lord's Day. She makes me commit more sins of the flesh. Often making me lick her wet quim, while she thrust is blue devise in her quim and sometimes to my horror in her ass.

On these Sundays, she was also sometimes visited by a Lady.

The mistress was good friends with her; she was a bit older but seemed to possess the same wicked smile as my lady. At first, I was told to be ready with tea and light sandwiches, but it soon became apparent that she was evil, as my young mistress. I would bring tea and see that they didn't try to hide their state of undress from me. Eventually, they would have me wait in the room. While my young mistress seemed to be devouring the older woman's quim. They would watch me, and the look on my face, only to laugh at my naivete of such matters.

Finally, one Sunday, when both Ladies were in attendance, I met the master. Surely, he would end this sin and evil in his house.

He was in a foul mood as he nodded his greeting. He immediately kisses both ladies on the cheek and blusters about a great sin in his household. Finally, a strong male would take charge. He blurted out that he observed one of the young stable boys was touching himself.

The ladies inquired about the lad's story and what he had witnessed. The master told the tale of how he had visited the stable late and saw the lad with his pants down, no undergarments to speak of, and the young man touching his sinful member. Letting out a moan as he stroked himself. The Lord quickly arrested him on the spot, had his hands tied, and he was to be brought immediately to these very chambers to endure his punishment.

Both women seemed very excited about this prospect. His Lordship told me to wait to be another witness to his dealings with his household.

The young man was brought into the salon, bound, and to my horror and the ladies' delight still in his state of undress and with his enormous cock on full display. The lord immediately began questioning the lad. Who seemed to have just turned eighteen. The young man appeared to have no defense, and the lord pronounced him guilty. Both ladies wished to redeem his soul and would carry out their plan immediately. The Lord broke in and said he would carry out the punishment, saying the Ladies would be too lenient and that this called for a deft hand. He then told the ladies they could redeem him when he had finished.

A servant brought a can of grease from the kitchen, which cooled to a solid mixture. His Lordship began to rub the mixture on the young man's bare ass. To my horror, his lordship pulled his member from his breeches and started to as well rub the mix on his cock.

He seemed to enjoy this immensely. He had the servants pull the lad to the floor and pushed his stiff member into the lad's ass. The young man let out a pitiful cry as the Master moved his enormous cock in and out. The Lad was moaning, crying, and begging as the Lord took his ass. I had never seen males act this way. I confess, even though I knew I was witnessing a sinful debauchery, I felt wet and excited. The Master seemed to be enjoying this punishment as well, stopping mid-stroke, then hammering home the full length of his member. My Mistress and friend seemed very keen on the whole process, watching and moaning. This seemed to go on for quite a bit until the Master appeared to close his eyes, his seed running down the young man's leg. My mistress jumped up, catching the liquid in her hand, and fed it to the Lad. Making sure he swallowed every drop. He looked at the two from the stable, who had tied the young man up and brought him to the salon. Twenty lashes for the Lad... I was then dismissed.

Back in my small room, without even undressing, I quickly reflected on all I had seen, and I promptly tore my clothes open and started to touch myself. I even ran a finger past and into my ass. I knew I was damned.