Lady Maud's Driver

Ladies and Gentlemen, this tale is set in the years just following the major conflict known now as the 'First World War,' but back then, with the 'Second World War' yet to happen, was simply referred to as 'The Great War.' And as cars had only just come into being, at this period of time they were often called the 'motor car' ( with the word 'car' being a shortened form of 'carriage' ) hence my use of the term within it. Also nylon had yet to be invented, so all of the lingerie garments that i love so much, had to be manufactured from pure silk, meaning they were VERY expensive, out of reach to the ordinary working class woman.

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LADY MAUD'S DRIVER

Lady Maud Williamson was now a widow. And with a possible degree of tragic irony, it was not the recent Great War, during which her late husband, Lord Gerald, had served his country with real distinction that had killed him, despite such outstanding service having meant he placed himself in peril on many an occasion; but the epidemic of so-called 'Spanish' flu which had swept throughout the world just as hostilities were, at last, terminating.

Obviously, the poor woman was totally distraught at the loss of her loving spouse, but there were some advantages to her new status, is if to balance things out, somewhat. For Lord Gerald had been rather wealthy, no, he was stinking rich if one is to be perfectly honest, and ALL of his worldly goods now became the property of Maud. Add this to the fact that she was relatively young still, combined with the reality that she was extremely good-looking, actually stunningly sexy, meant that there was no shortage of suitors seeking her hand in marriage.

But this was not a lady in any hurry to commit herself within the legal condition of matrimony once more. In fact, she possessed considerable doubts as to whether she should marry again at all. For there were definite advantages of her single condition, that would possibly disappear if she re-married. One needs to remember, that although moves were now being undertaken to remove this restriction due to the sterling service of the general female population during the aforementioned struggle; as yet females couldn't vote, so women were, totally unfairly, very much treated as second class citizens. Therefore, Maud would then become subservient to any husband she took, at this time to word 'obey' was included within a woman's marriage vows. But she would be her own 'Mistress,' as it were if she remained single, meaning all of her considerable fortune was legally hers alone.

There was, of course, one major dis-advantage however, the potential lack of a sex life. For in these times sexual dalliances outside of marriage were very much publicly frowned upon, especially by members of the 'upper' classes, within whose ranks Maud was counted. However, it was almost as if discretion was her middle name, so she successfully satisfied her cravings in this regard, taking many precautions to prevent unwanted pregnancies. But she started to wish for a more permanent source of any male flesh, if such cravings were totally unknown to all except herself. Enter myself into the equation.

I too had served my country during the war, if not quite to the level of distinction of Lord Gerald, firstly I was not an officer unlike him, but I had risen to the rank of sergeant. More relevant here was during said military service I had the job as a motor mechanic, servicing and repairing various army vehicles, and very well to a high standard, it must be said. And therefore, I considered myself suitably qualified to apply for a position as a chauffeur within Lady Maud's household, for which she was advertising a need for. So, I put my name forward. But, of course, being an extremely handsome young man was a major advantage in my favour, although I had absolutely no knowledge of just why this was, naturally.

I mean I was rather surprised that Lady Maud was herself present when I attended my interview with the head of her household staff regarding this situation. Who, despite my shining army record, seemed somewhat reluctant to award me the position, although that soon became totally irrelevant as Maud completely overruled her, offering the employment directly to me. With, I noticed, her appearing to have quite a 'glint in her eye.'

So, my time in Lady Maud's service began. And for the initial period of time, I wasn't required to extend my duties beyond driving, at which I fully proved my considerable abilities.

It was as if this extremely astute and intelligent woman was allowing me a probationary period, a chance to settle in, become fully acquainted with my duties and responsibilities, before she made any move regarding servicing her sexual desires. With the little flat above the garage, which of course in previous years had been the stables, and had become my home being very comfortable, it seemed that life was good for me. Together with the fact that I truly enjoyed the art of driving, and with Maud's favourable financial position in life, the motor car that I was to perform my duties within was both expensive and classy. And I also enjoyed looking after it, my high level of mechanical competence ensuing that the vehicle was constantly maintained to a very high standard. However, in the background admittedly, the predatory Maud was asking herself just how she was to entice me into servicing her body as well as her conveyance!

It must be borne in mind, that despite being lucky to have blessed with a large degree of attraction as far as the opposite sex, and Maud especially, were concerned, my general level of confidence regarding wooing the ladies was at nowhere near to the same degree. If someone was to merely mention the possibility of bedding my employer, for instance, I'd have been utterly amazed to have discovered that she was even remotely interested in myself, and that's before any consideration was applied to our very different social status. To me she was simply 'Her Ladyship,' and I harboured no thoughts whatsoever towards her except driving her where she wished to travel and keeping the vehicle that was used for this purpose in tip-top condition. In short, I was extremely shy and reserved, believing that no woman at all would desire me, let alone someone as rich and such in a high position in life as Lady Maud.

Who was therefore somewhat bemused when she finally turned her attentions to the aim of seducing me into her bed, said efforts, just at this stage consisting of gentle hints, seeming to be completely unsuccessful, although it must be stressed that I was in no way rejecting her, I simply didn't understand the hidden meaning behind those prompts. As far as she was aware I was completely single, with no female present in my life, a correct deduction on her part, so she began to wonder if she'd made the right decision in engaging me to serve her, despite my obvious competence regarding the duties of my employment.

It's not as if I didn't find her attractive, I must assuredly did, truth be told I fancied her like mad and she was always beautifully adorned in a very stylish manner, just short of outwardly seductive if you know I mean. And naturally, with her advantageous monetary position, said clothing was of an extremely high level, quality wise. Oh yes, she was utterly gorgeous, but come on? This was a full 'Lady' we were addressing here, a member of the aristocracy, whereas I was a mere driver, a servant if you like, in her employment no less. Surely, she'd have no interest in me? As if the base instinct of sexual attraction and carnal lusts couldn't transcend social position!

Of course, she was well aware that the possibility existed that I was reluctant to respond to her advances because of our differing positions within the social fabric, and due to my outstanding conduct within my assigned role in her household, she resolved to accept the current stalemate, all the time searching for a chink in my apparent 'armour.' But then THAT day arrived, an incident occurring during it that would change everything.

A day that dawned as any other, with at this stage no indication of the dramas that would unfold during it present. The word was passed, through the normal channels, that Her Ladyship wished to be conveyed to an appointment somewhere, so naturally I ensured that the motor car was spotlessly clean, starting it up allowing some time for the engine to thermally stabilise.

At the delegated time Maud mounted into the rear passenger section of the vehicle, and off we set to where she needed to go. A journey during which absolutely nothing untoward occurred.

With her general good mood as she emerged from said meeting suggesting that it had gone very well from her perspective, not that it was any business of mine you understand, I drove off again, with the aim of returning to her impressive home. Which we eventually reached, but not without real drama on the way!

It was as I approached a right-hand bend on the road that this occurred. Coming in the opposite direction was another motor car, one full of a group of upper class 'Hooray Henrys,' a collection of spoiled and conceited young men, fully believing that the world owed them a living. They were returning from a 'drinking' session, so all of them, very much including the driver, were quite inebriated, resulting in him totally misjudging the appropriate speed with which to tackle the approaching corner. Meaning he completely lost control of the vehicle he was supposed to be driving, and so it careered into path I was travelling in.

A collision appeared inevitable and but for, even as I say so myself, my extremely high levels of driving skills and ultra-fast reaction times, one would have occurred. But if I had managed to avoid crashing into them, I had been forced off the road surface and onto the grass beside it. It took all of those God given skills, not to mention a great deal of strength, to regain full control of the wayward motor car, to eventually bring it back onto the tarmac road and to stop. As I looked back, with utter fury and adrenalin surging throughout my form, there was no sign of these idiots. Naturally, because I had been successful in avoiding hitting them, they were able to, and like the entitled cowards that they truly were therefore did, flee from the scene.

However, a gentle moan from the rear soon reminded me that I had far more important matters to consider, during our 'buckling bronco' ride, Lady Maud had hit her head upon the vehicle's interior wall, momentarily stunning her.

I immediately jumped into the motor car's rear section to check on her condition, with a "My Lady, are you injured at all?" And then I took hold of her head, with the honest intention, I swear, of examining it for any sign of just such an injury. But as a result of just such an action, my lips became located within full reach of hers, and Lady Maud took full advantage of this situation to completely 'break the ice,' as it were. Yes, she pushed her own lips onto mine, initiating a kiss. Which rapidly turned into a fully blown snog, her hunger for me at last receiving an outlet, and myself responding in the manner that she so desired!

When she finally broke off that kiss, which had just been so sensational, that was when reality came crashing back into my world, as I recoiled in total horror at what had just occurred. "My Lady, I do most sincerely apologise. I don't know what came over me."

"I do, my lips. And just what are you apologising for? Keeping me waiting for so long?"

"But you are a distinguished Lady, and I am a mere servant, a chauffeur.."

She cut across me. "At the end of the day, I'm also a woman. One with passions and desires, and at this precise moment, those desires have you in mind as my target, even before what just happened there. The fact that without your skill and quick reactions just then, I might well be badly injured or even dead. I owe you my life possibly, so let's return home quickly, where I'm going to take you to my bed." As I started to protest, she sensed my reluctance, "and I'm not going to accept 'NO' for an answer! God, do I fancy you or what? So, let's go home."

I returned to the driver's seat, somewhat shaken, not so much by the near accident, but what Lady Maud had just said. She wanted to take me to her bed! Possibly just an overreaction, yes that's what it must be. By the time I get her home, she'll have probably come to her senses. You know for a short time period, I actually managed to convince myself of this.

But my mind was in an utter turmoil during that drive. Yes, it was easy for me to consider that the shock of the near accident had possibly unbalanced her momentarily, but hadn't she also stated that her attraction to me had extended to before the incident just now? OH MY GOD! I suddenly realised that she WAS utterly serious, as I began to recall those previous gentle hints of seduction on her part, finally coming to see them for just what they were.

Which resulted in utter conflict occurring within that brain of mine. Sure, there was supreme delight, I've already stated my opinions regarding Maud's appearance, both in the general shape of her body and the stylish apparel it was normally adorned in, an opinion that was far beyond simply positive. And as if to counter the sheer ridiculousness of me, a mere driver, bedding my employer, a REAL Lady no less, hadn't she herself just stated that we are just human beings, that when it comes to base feelings, such considerations are indeed immaterial. After all, SHE wanted this, it was her pushing the agenda here, not me.

But then another factor raised its ugly head. I knew that Maud was now a widow, but I also was aware that her late husband had been a distinguished Officer and Gentleman. No doubt before his untimely death, they'd enjoyed a fully rewarding sex life, and therefore her experience and more importantly, her expectations of the level of my abilities between the sheets, would both be extremely high.

Well, if she was knowledgeable in bed, I most certainly was not. No, I wasn't a complete virgin, but my sexual past simply consisted of a very few liaisons with members of the opposite sex, none of which were lengthy or satisfactory. In short, I hadn't got a clue in the bedroom, and I'd basically given up trying, machines becoming my primary fascination in life. Despite not owning it at all, God doesn't she just have everything in her life, I had almost come to consider the motor car that I was currently driving as the 'love interest' within my own existence. Point being, if Lady Maud DID take me to her bed, wasn't it extremely likely that she'd be most dis-appointed? What then?

Whilst I was needing to drive us home of course, she was sitting behind me, out of sight then, but what would happen when we reached our destination? How could I avoid the inevitable dismissal that would surely result as a consequence of not measuring up to her hopes?

And then we arrived. As I opened the rear door to allow her to step out, she completely shattered any lingering hopes that I might have possessed regarding a change of her mind, when she uttered, very quietly so nobody else could hear, "meet me in the inner garden in thirty minutes time, darling. I have a secret 'love nest' hidden away in the grounds, that I'll lead you to, and we can conclude our unfinished business there." Thus, shutting off any escape for me then.

As I watched this gorgeous woman dis-appear into the main house, there was a large of part of me where total excitement WAS present. After all, wasn't I being presented with the real opportunity of a lifetime here, the joy of sex with such a Goddess. But how long would it take for her to become disillusioned at my lack of sexual skills? And what then? Golden chance? More like a poisoned chalice!

She'd told me to report to her in roughly half an hour's time, and it wasn't as if I didn't have things to occupy me during that time, tasks that did provide some welcome distraction. The motor car needed to be put away properly within the garage, for instance, naturally I'd temporarily parked outside of the main house's main front entrance, to allow Lady Maud to dis-embark there. By the time I'd done so, also changing out of my chauffeur's uniform into some suitable 'day clothes' as it were, the time was almost spent. So, with conflicting emotions within me, excitement and fear, I proceeded to the location where she wanted to meet me.

Where she was already waiting, although she'd only just got there herself, so was not annoyed at all by being kept waiting. And her initial greeting couldn't have been warmer, or more positive. "Well, if it isn't the 'hero of the hour?'" Said in such a welcoming tone as if to dispel any fears I had that she was being sarcastic. "And it's not just me who thinks so, I've just been recalling the accident that you avoided to Mrs Wilson," the aforementioned housekeeper who had interviewed me, and if she had been given the choice would not have employed me in the first place. But it rather appeared that she'd had a change of heart here. "She was most impressed, and totally willing to state that her first, initial, feelings that you were unsuitable to enter my service were completely misguided. Anyway, let's take a stroll," offering her arm, which I accepted, "after all that is precisely what I informed her, we would be doing now."

Arm in arm, Maud led me to a relatively unused part of the estate, to a cottage that from the outside gave the, quite deliberate I was to discover, appearance of being overgrown, deserted and somewhat run down. But it had been fully maintained and was totally sound, the interior of which had been, discretely, VERY discretely I was to learn, re-furbished to Maud's own specifications, and to a really luxurious standard indeed. Yes, this was her, oh how had she put it, secret 'love nest.' As she led me to the rear of the building where the entrance was located for example, the main one at the front of the building being totally blocked with undergrowth, absolutely intentionally, as if to re-enforce the impression that this structure was now unused.

I must admit that the opulence of the dwelling's inside simply took my breath away. Dominated by the very large, clearly totally imposing bed, covered in some sort of shimmering material that just appeared SO sensual. Yes, it was my first experience of seeing a satin bedsheet, that and the also pure satin pillowcases, resplendent in a totally immoral shade of pure black. The dark red walls were actually covered in velvet, and it was clear that this entire room was of a luxury that I'd never clapped eyes on before, beyond even what my imagination was indeed capable of conjuring up. Which obviously made this clear by bulging, something that didn't go unnoticed by my companion. "I'm getting the impression that you rather like this place, my darling, well it's only fitting after the selfless deed that you did for me today."

She pointed to a doorway. "Go in there my love. In there is a full bathroom, undress yourself, make use of the toilet facilities within, and then wash yourself fully with the flannel and towels provided. There's a similar room over there," indicating the opposite side of the room, "where I'll do the same, then we can return here and our afternoon of pleasure can begin." Like I intimated at earlier, no way out was offering itself to me, soon this utterly wonderful woman, the one I really DID fancy with all my heart not to mention a certain other part of my anatomy, would become completely aware of my shortcomings. And what then?

Totally naked, having followed Maud's instructions before returning, somewhat nervously, to the main room, clearly before her as there was no sign of her presence yet. And then the door to her preparation room opened, she stepped through and if I thought she was utterly gorgeous before, I soon came to the conclusion that was absolutely nothing compared to just what stood before me now.

I mean I'd heard of silk stockings, indeed I'd clapped eyes upon such delights upon Maud's legs on many an occasion, but the tops had always been hidden by her outer clothing. But now I could see them in all their glory, having my first view of the suspenders that supported them. But they weren't attached to a mere belt, I was catching my first ever view of a garment that I believed was referred to as a 'basque,' like the stockings themselves made of pure silk. Totally worthy of the delightful form inside of them, their classiness just emphasizing the gloriousness of her wonderful figure. She looked utterly divine, just like the true Goddess that she really is.

But although my cock re-acted in the natural manner, my nervousness together with my utter fear of not being able to perform to her satisfaction ensured that it was not completely hard, not impersonating a steel ramrod. Which didn't pass unobserved. "It seems that you're somewhat reluctant." But then she uttered the words that completely turned the situation around. "I might have to consider tying you securely to the bed then."

For if my mind took a little time in which to compute the meaning of this sentence, then my cock needed no such hesitation, becoming instantly hard, to such a degree that left no doubt whatsoever as to how it viewed her suggestion, something that again didn't go unnoted. As one of her hands clamped around it, in a wonderfully seductive voice my companion expressed, "well, it appears that I've just stumbled upon the secret ingredient to this rather tasty recipe!"

Truth be told however, she hadn't 'stumbled' upon anything, this was actually a long-held fantasy within her mind, tying me to this bed was always within her agenda, if her original plans had scheduled this act somewhat later in our 'relationship.' For my deduction I mentioned earlier, that Lord Gerald and her had enjoyed a full sex life was very much 'on the mark,' and such activities included bondage games, with one of the participants fastened to items of bedroom furniture. However, to Lady Maud's chagrin, the one tied up was always her, despite her frequent entreaties to her husband to try out the opposite orientation, he had always refused. A large factor in her determination never to now live under a male's, ANY male's, subjugation. For the record though, it should be noted that Lord Gerald had never deliberately hurt or humiliated his wife, and to a large degree she had actually enjoyed such sessions whilst tied to the bed and under his control. It's just she now wished to 'sexperience' the sensation of having a male under HER control, with HER setting the agenda. Oh, one positive aspect in regard to their previous frolics, when he had been laid to rest in the ground, NONE of the bondage ties, or other 'equipment.' had been laid with him. It was all here, within this very building.

From my side of the coin, this latest development was also a blessing, because in one stroke it rather solved my dilemma and removed my major fears almost absolutely. For if I was to surrender my body into Maud's captivity, it would become entirely her responsibility to 'drive,' oops, pardon the pun, things along. All I would be required to do now would be to respond to her efforts, something that certainly wouldn't be beyond me, despite my relative inexperience in the bedroom. A deep realisation took hold of me that I really desired becoming Maud's utter sex slut, as my cock had so dramatically indicated. And if a man was to totally become the carnal captive of a woman, wouldn't it help if said female was stunningly sexy and utterly gorgeous? A requirement that Maud met with some room to spare. A 'win-win' situation then!

Suddenly the tone of her voice changed somewhat, so it was now full of the authority of our respective positions in real life. "GET ON THE BED! NOW!" And then in a slightly softer inflection. "Spread yourself out, please. It's time to make you mine, time for me to become your 'Mistress Maud!' Which is just how you will address me until further notice."

"Yes, Mistress Maud!" As I immediately rushed to obey her command.

Meanwhile Maud travelled to the location where her aforementioned bondage equipment was to be found, licking her luscious lips as she retrieved it. Now she climbed onto the bed and my body lying upon its black satin surface, as she sat herself down upon my chest, thus pinning me fully to said surface. As she took notice of the real smile on my face, she commented, "you really want this, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Maud!" Expressed with TOTAL sincerity. It was nothing but the truth, after all.

"Best I don't let you down then! Which I can fully assure you I've no intention of doing. Right wrist, please." She took hold of said limb and shortly afterwards my wrist sported a silk bracelet, formed by Maud looping it with one of her bondage ties, knotting it tight. Naturally there were two lengths of tie extending outwards, not for long though a Maud used this to loop and knot around one of the solid bedposts of the bed's metal upper bedframe.

"Good. Left wrist, please." She turned her attention to this, opposite, side of her furniture, within a minute or so, my other arm had been, utterly securely, tied to the opposite bedpost. I was now hers, unable to escape from her desires now, her complete carnal captive, if not quite yet to the degree that she wished to take my captivity, subject to just where she wanted to take matters, with me now unable to prevent those desires in any way at all. As the rather smug smile upon her visage indicated. "That's better."

She climbed off the bed. "But I'm far from finished with you just yet." Bear in mind that we were dealing with a VERY kinky mind here, and in total privacy too. Which she was quick to remind me of. "Now I've got some very interesting ideas of just how to 'spice up' the situation within which we find ourselves, ideas that would attract a great deal of criticism, stirring up a fair amount of controversy outside of these walls; so I utterly swear to you that what we get up to in here, or to be more accurate what I subject you to, will be strictly between us and I'll NEVER breathe a word of our activities to anybody else. I give you my complete word on this."

"I'm more than happy to accept such a promise Mistress Maud. I KNOW that you can be fully trusted. You are a true Lady, after all."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. Now, to business then! What do think of my silk stockings? Did you enjoy the feel of them as I rubbed them against your skin just now?" Which she had, quite deliberately, more than would have occurred naturally as a result of her previous actions.

"Oh yes, Mistress Maud. They felt as sensual as they look utterly gorgeous upon your legs."

"They do, and believe me here, they FEEL even better than they look. Point being I have a second pair available to me here, as well as a suspender belt, and NO, I'm not thinking a placing another set upon my own pins. There's a second pair of legs within this room, isn't there?"

It took a few moments for my brain to gauge just what she was suggesting here, and then I twigged what she was hinting at. "Are you serious, Mistress Maud? Are you proposing to put my legs into your stockings?" Not quite sure if the idea horrified or delighted me.

"Absolutely serious darling. And as I've just vowed to you, I will NOT be telling anybody else outside of this room. So, nobody will ever know." And just as that last statement of hers began to re-assure me, meaning that delight starting to emerge victorious in its conflict with horror within my mind, she made yet another. "They're going on whether you want them to or not, after all just how can you stop me now? But believe me here, I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't certain that you'll just love it." True, what could I do to prevent this aim of hers now? It was clearly going to happen, so I resolved to simply enjoy it.

"Legs together then. So, I can slide the suspender belt up them." I complied, after all as I just worked out, there was no way of stopping her schemes. Up this item travelled, until it was in position around my waist. Pure silk, God it just felt so sensual. I was now utterly confident as to the success of her claims that I'd really love the wearing of her lingerie items.

"Thank you darling. Now, legs apart once more, as once I've put them into the pure silk of my stockings, I'll be tying them to the lower bedframe. So then, you'll be TOTALLY mine!"

And then that resolve to utterly savour having my lower body enclosed in her silk became completely justified, as she placed her first stocking over my left foot. Good God! The material just felt SO sensuous against the skin of that part of my anatomy. But, having moved the stocking to just over my ankle, she ceased to move it any further. Just what was she doing here?

The answer became abundantly clear as she grabbed another bondage tie. Yes, my ankle quickly became looped, and then she swiftly tied the other end of the tie around one the slats of the metal bedframe, not the outer post. "Don't forget my darling, my legs will need to be outside of yours while I'm shagging you, don't want to stretch out TOO far, do I? And this frame, and all its vertical slats are secure enough." True, both of the bed's frames were utterly solid and secure, meaning that there was absolutely no change of escape from her grip. Not that I wanted one by now, go on, take a guess of how much under her spell I had fallen?

Moments later my other foot became encased in silk, but once more Maud stopped, having moved the stocking just above the ankle. To complete the task of my capture, I was utterly helpless in her hands and power, spread-eagled, if not to the ultimate degree with respect to my lower body; and tied utterly securely and inescapably to her bed. I WAS HERS!

Something that the delicious smile upon her beaming face made absolutely clear. "Best I finish fitting these stockings now, darling!" Proceeding to do precisely that, but could she have performed this task in a more teasing and provocative manner? I seriously doubt it. Slowly, VERY slowly the silk inched up my legs, after all she was employing the use of just one of her hands to undertake this task. So, what was the other doing in the meantime, I hear you all ask? Simple, playing with my balls and VERY erect cock, that's what! But, to my extreme frustration, NEVER beyond the 'point of no return!' RATS!

Eventually stocking met suspender though, and Maud stopped her teasing, to my immense relief, to attach the clasps. "Oh, don't you just look SO delicious darling?" I didn't know about that, in my mind I probably looked utterly ridiculous, but hey, who cares? I simply FELT so turned on and just so sensuous! And anyway, hadn't she promised me that absolutely NOBODY would ever see me like this?

"Nearly there darling, just what one more item to go, then the shagging can begin!" Off she went to fetch this final piece of her equipment, showing it to me, with much glee when she had retrieved it. "Do you have any idea what this is?" Again, an item that looked like REAL quality, manufactured from the finest, purely shimmering, black satin.

"A blindfold, Mistress Maud?"

"Correct, my love. So, take a final look at your Mistress Maud, as we are to be enjoying our bodies this afternoon with yourself in total darkness. Isn't that exciting?" Strangely it was! As if I had any choice in the matter anyway, it took Mistress very little time to place her item into its correct location, my world becoming absolutely black, until just when Mistress Maud, and she alone, decided otherwise!

So, now with no power of sight available to me, I had to rely upon my other senses, something which, believe me, ramped up the excitement even further, I guess her aim here; as she placed her body onto mine, sliding her soaking wet pussy over my rampant cock, which had NEVER been so hard within all of its previous existence. Just feeling SO utterly delicious, as if it was destined to belong there, as if THIS was its proper and true home. She simply held it there for a short period of time, which felt so sensuous, and then she started the afternoon's proceedings by pumping herself upon my digit, slowly at first. I really felt that I was in Heaven!

It didn't take long at all for me to understand that my hopes regarding Maud's sexual skills were completely realised, this was a woman who knew just what she was doing when it came to art of copulation. Oh yes, to my enormous pleasure, it soon became abundantly clear, I was held in the hands of a real 'sexpert!'

Mind you, at first there seemed to be a measure of dis-appointment from my side, as Maud did appear to somewhat 'slow the pace' a little. But again, this was just a sign of her extraordinary skill level, because let's be honest often the first 'shag' between a male and female is often over far too quicky, usually the male 'cums' far too fast, especially if he is relatively young, which I was, of course. So, what this highly accomplished woman was doing here was cooling my ardour down a fraction, allowing her own to build up, resulting in both of our climaxes occurring virtually simultaneously. Did she succeed in this objective? OH YES, didn't she just!

Thus, my Mistress Maud introduced me to the delicious state of orgasm, for the first time in my life to date ecstasy fully took me into her total grip, because to be honest if I had ejaculated during those largely unsuccessful earlier dalliances I mentioned previously, they had induced nothing like the overwhelming waves of utter pleasure that Maud had brought me to now! For I was completely overwhelmed, as my spunk shot into my female companion's pussy with a speed it had never approached in those previous ejaculations, I was completely unable to control myself, unable to escape the secure bonds that held my body, I could only channel my extreme emotion through my vocal cords. "Oh God, MAUD! MAUD! MAUD! MAUD! MMAAAUUUUDDDDD!" Note, I had left out the required 'Mistress' honorific!

Mind you Mistress Maud didn't seem to mind, if she even noticed that is. For as I referred to above, not only did ecstasy fully take hold of me, but she also grabbed a complete grip upon my companion as well, at virtually the same time. Unbound like my body, her own form began to shake almost uncontrollably, her shrieks of delight fully competing with my own vocal cries and at a much higher pitch, also in the volume stakes too. I guess then we'd both thoroughly enjoyed that one?

As Maud informed me that she had, when she'd become capable of coherent speech again, that is. "WOW, thank you for that darling! However, that does mean that there is both good news and bad news, well bad news for you, involved here. Firstly, the glad tidings here is that having a man completely under my control was even more sensational than my wildest dreams. The bad news, for you, is that I'm FAR from finished here, you're going to remain tied to this bed for a VERY long period now!"

"THAT'S the bad news, Mistress Maud? I'm rather hoping that I'll be kept here for quite some time yet. You are utterly sensational."

"I see. Well let's find out if you're just so enthusiastic after a few hours in my hands, shall we? Because, make NO mistake, I won't be satisfied until I've shagged every last bit of resistance out of you. Don't say that you haven't been warned!"

Wise words. For she did keep me tied to that bed for well over an hour, until she was utterly spent, remember it had been her performing the majority of the 'work' here, but the first thing I noticed when Maud removed the blindfold was the look of total satisfaction on her beaming visage. "I get this impression that you rather enjoyed your new 'duties' within my service, darling. Be assured it's a task that you'll be required to perform again, you're going to find yourself tied to this bed, only to be completely and mercilessly ravished by me on a fairly regular basis, of that I can be utterly certain."

And so, the terms of my employment within Lady Maud Williamson's domestic service rather altered, even if on a totally unofficial basis. Because Mistress Maud kept that word she had solemnly given me, she was the soul of discretion, as I had utterly believed that she would be. However, not surprising given the extra 'spring' very much evident within the step of both my employer and myself, I've got this sneaky suspicion that the wily old vixen, Mrs Wilson, has completely cottoned on to our carnal activities. If she has though, well let's just say that it's absolutely clear that she'll not be telling anybody else, she's dropped enough hints that she almost approves of this new dimension between us!

And if our liaison is completely conducted only at the time and place of Maud's choosing, as far as I'm concerned that is NO problem whatsoever, obviously fully expected considering our respective social positions. Oh yes, I'm absolutely delighted that I am not now just her driver, but I'm also very much,

LADY MAUD'S UTTER SEX SLUT!

Mind you, to my utter glee I've discovered that she is a very demanding 'taskmistress' indeed!