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What the Butler and Maids Saw

Lady Charlotte, was a beautiful aristocrat with a lusty need her husband, could not placate. She needed more than he could give, and living in a secluded country house, on a grand estate, with most of her social life conducted in public, there was only one place to turn for service…downstairs.

Over the years she had made friends with her maids, and conversations had become deep, saucy, and rewarding. I could write one of my novels with a slow build up of all this, but let’s cut all that!

This is what you need to know…

Her private rooms had peep holes, the eyes in pictures would move, so would the oak panels, keyholes could be pulled out to make way for peering eyes or a thrusting cock. Around the rooms ran secret pleasure passages, with tools and appendages to satisfy the cravings of her staff.


To keep things between upstairs and downstairs in their correct place, no contact. Thrusting cocks through glory holes, a panel slid to one side as a maid in the corridor rides a dildo, anything like that…we’re fine.

Well, that saved me three hundred pages!

So, come on, get a candle lit, and sneak into the passages, tonight it is a lusty butler and two maids. Which of them is you I wonder? Let your mind drink this in…the air of expectancy, maybe a maid might wank you off as you watch, maybe a maid might be taken from behind and fucked hard shouting guttural onscenities to her mistress. Anything goes! But no touching between the class divide, and when doing your duties tomorrow, all will be apparently normal to the outside world.

What will it be tonight? Will she be on all fours spanking herself with a crop? Masturbating by hand or riding a dildo? Let’s see…

The mullioned Windows rattle, it is a windy night, rain peppers the glass. But inside her room, all is cosy in a seductive red glow.

The allotted hour is here, the weird picture now has moving eyes, the door has a huge ramrod of a cock already picking up a gentle rhythm, two panels, one above the other, are wide open, as is the pussy in the bottom panel, with fingers sliding in and out. The face of her favourite maid above it, talking gently and ever so rudely…”show us your cunt again Mistress!”

Mistress is in heaven, as she looks from hole to hole, panel to panel, picture to picture, she is on show and dripping wet. She picks the rampant cock to stare at, she can see the bulging eyes in the picture above it, she can imagine the groom, gripping the handles, peering through, his breeches around his ankles, thrusting like a stallion…

This is what they are looking at, on this occasion she is drawn to the cock, that is what she is looking so intently at…

After her orgasm, she rolled on to her tummy, (which pleased the fingering maid looking through the eyes of the picture) and watched as the huge purple headed cock, spurted its milky white steaming sperm, all over the carpet…

Come back again, she will be here other nights!

Mr.Reece Gets the Ruler

This is part of a long story of how a schoolgirl finds her true calling, to be a Dominatrix. Click here for the previous part, each part then links to the one before, back to the start

“Oh your bottom is going a lovely red Mr.Reece, I am really enjoying this, are you?” Samantha asked sardonically and somewhat rhetorically. She already knew he was of course, but..



…But there was something in the silence, a struggle, something he wanted to say, but couldn’t, she began to realise what it was. “My God, you are, aren’t you? You are loving it! LOVING IT! The pain, the submission, and getting it from me. You would pay for this wouldn’t you?”

Meekly he answered. ‘yes, and I do.’

“Do you now Mr Reece? Well in that case, let us try something a little stiffer, something more painful, the wooden ruler has often been a favourite of yours to use, hasn’t it?”

Thoughts started to enter her mind. She was loving it more than anything ever before, an older man, willingly offering his bottom to be thrashed hard. And….even at her age, she already knew people would pay for the experience. The first thoughts of being a Dominatrix walked into her head, wearing high Achilles boots, and sat down comfortably in her brain.

She looked at his bottom, it lifted to the pain.

She looked at his body, his head went down in submission.

She looked into herself, her chest began to swell with a sort of pride, she was on top, he was below her.

She looked at the ruler in her hand and gripped it, then raised it, and brought it down on those cherry red cheeks with a crack. “Say thank you to your Mistress.”

“Ahhhhh, owwwww, th…th…thank you Mistress!” He hissed through gritted teeth.

She finished with the ruler, and looked at the sizzling hot bottom before her.

“What next?” She thought.

Better come back when I have written the next bit hadn’t you?