Penelope Mistress of the ManorChapter 3
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I leaned back, to ease the sore muscles in my back and knees. But I couldn't keep my eye from the spy hole for long. I had to hear the story too. As I peered once again through the hole in the wall, this is what I heard.
"Once upon a time there was a girl who had an uncle. She loved him very much, because he knew her better than anyone else in her family. He was kind to her, and answered her questions. He assured her she was pretty, when she doubted that. When others ignored her, she sat on his lap and he hugged her and kissed her and told her stories."
I saw that Cynthia had leaned forward a bit. She was listening carefully.
"This girl had many sisters, and because they were older, and prettier, no one paid any attention to the girl. And time passed, until the girl was old enough that men thought her too old to take as a wife. She was saddened greatly, but her uncle told her not to worry, and that he would love her and take care of her. She wanted to marry her uncle, but of course that was forbidden." She paused for a second, and then astonished me by facing my peephole, briefly, and winking!
"And love her he did."
Penny leaned forward and whispered the next line of her story.
"In ways most people would believe were wicked and sinful."
She leaned back and spoke normally again.
"But the girl didn't care, because she loved her uncle, and she loved the time they spent together."
She paused for a handful of heartbeats.
"And then everyone was surprised. An elder Lord's wife had died, and he wished to marry. He hadn't much to offer a woman, but the girl was a drain on her father's estate, and marrying her off would solve both the Lord's problem, and her father's. And that is what happened. She was torn from the uncle she so desperately loved, the only man she had ever loved, and was sent off to become the wife of a man she didn't even know."
She sat, letting the girl reflect on the "story" for a bit, waiting patiently.
"Why have you told me this story, Milady?" asked Cynthia, finally.
"Such a girl might understand why you feel the kind of sadness and loss you endure," said Penny.
"But why would you confess something that could undo you and this house, if it came to light?"
"I confessed nothing," said Penny. "I simply told you a story. You might recall I said it was a fictional story."
As a butler, I am well aware of political wrangling, and how politics can sometimes twist language to suit its needs. I recognized instantly what Penny was doing. I couldn't begin to fathom why she was doing it, and was severely puzzled, but at least I realized she was saying one thing, while meaning another. Further, I expected Cynthia didn't understand analogy at all. She was an untutored, simple servant, after all. I was almost astonished, therefore, at the girl's response.
"And now you wish me to tell you a story as well?"
As I said, Cynthia was a bright girl. Untutored ... but bright.
"I want you to tell me only what you are willing to tell me," said Penny. "I'm simply saying that your situation may not be as unusual, or hard to understand, as you believe it to be, and that I might be able to commiserate with you. I will be honest. I intend to find husbands for all the girls in this manor. That needs to happen if the people here are to have normal, happy lives, and will want to stay."
"I can't marry the man I want to marry," said Cynthia.
"Neither could the girl in the story," said Penelope.
"But her story ended horribly," said the girl. I winced.
"Not necessarily," said Penny. "It may not have gone the way she most preferred it would, but that does not mean she couldn't be happy."
"Are you happy, Milady?" asked Cynthia.
The subterfuge was dropped.
"I am not miserable," said Penny. "What's more important, I think I can be quite happy here. The story isn't finished yet. I think it is quite possible I might even be able to realize all my dreams."
"All of them?"
"Yes ... all of them ... as I think your dreams might be fulfilled as well."
"My dream can never be fulfilled," sighed Cynthia.
"We could try," said Penny. "Are you willing to try?"
"My heart wants to, but my mind says it would be a waste of time," said the girl. "I know you are trying to be kind. I don't know why you are trying to be kind, but the truth is that no one would allow me to fulfill my dream."
"His Lordship is all powerful on this estate," said Penny. "After him, I am next. You have no idea what I might allow. If the girl I spoke of lived here, I would not quail at allowing her uncle to visit her."
The subterfuge was back on again.
"And how would you arrange that?"
"If the house were full of life and activity, and there was much ado as people went about their business, the upper rooms would be opened again, and he could be invited to visit the manor from time to time. She might even be expected to entertain him while he was visiting."
I saw the first signs of shock on Cynthia's face.
"You would do that?"
"I find no fault in the girl for loving her uncle," said Penny. "It is an honest love, despite its disapproved nature. And those who would disapprove of that love do not live upon the estate, so I do not place great concern on their opinions."
"What of the others who do live here?" asked Cynthia. "Might they object?"
Penny leaned back in her chair.
"You might be surprised, Cynthia. You might be quite surprised."
"You mean they would not object? I find that an astonishing proposition."
"If I assure you it is true ... will you tell me a story?"
There was a long pause as the girl reflected.
"A story as fictional in nature as yours?" she asked softly. Her voice was still guarded, but not heavily.
"Precisely," replied the mistress.
I knew Cynthia was wondering if she could trust this strange woman. I suspect she evaluated all that had passed since she walked through the door to that chamber. That process would convince anyone that Penelope was not the average mistress of the average manor. In fact, there was nothing average about Her Ladyship at all. Then again, it's quite possible that the hope Penny held out to the poor girl turned her head.
"There once was a girl, whose mother died while giving birth to her," said Cynthia softly.
And then I leaned against the wall, riveted, as her astonishing story came out.
It wasn't until Cynthia finished, and hung her head, unable to look directly at her mistress, that I received the critical information that explained everything.
"Thank you," Penny said to her servant. "When I saw you greet him in the parlor this afternoon, I knew you were in terrible pain. He is too."
Cynthia's head came up, and her clear eyes pinned themselves on her Lady.
"I do not believe this pain is the lingering result of your mother's death. It has been too long. I suspected the kind of bond you told me of, but I needed you to surrender the information of your own free will. Neither of you deserves to live in this kind of agony. I was not prevaricating, Cynthia. We must determine some way that will satisfy your needs, and his, and those of the estate as well. You are right. You cannot marry the man you love. But I am married to a man I do not love, and that is not stopping me from pursuing my dreams. I must require you to wed."
The girl raised her hands, and her face registered her opposition, but Penny shushed her.
"Secrets like yours and mine must be kept from most. Have you ever seen how men dress when they stalk the deer? They wear clothing that blends in with the forest, so the deer may not see them. And that is what we must do, you and I ... and some few others."
She didn't explain about the incestuous activities of her maids, or Jane. I knew what she was referring to, of course, but she wasn't ready for Cynthia to know of these things yet.
"And your marriage is part of the disguise you will require to conclude your hunt successfully," she said. Cynthia was quiet now, simply listening. "I will tell you this. I am expected to bear His Lordship an heir, but his age and his deep interest in rum prevents him from doing his part. So I must look elsewhere to find a man who can swell my belly. This means I must be married to one man, while I lie with another."
The girl had the decency to be shocked, but she did not decry her lady.
"I could stay here, childless until His Lordship dies, and then be thrown off the estate, to wander, homeless and destitute. I suppose I could support myself as a washer woman. What think you of that plan?"
Cynthia didn't speak, but only shook her head, as anyone would. Well ... anyone but the priest and his ilk. They would shake their heads sadly, and then say it was God's will that she be penniless, homeless and reduced to something like that.
"I think that an inadequate plan as well," said Penny. "And so I am doing something about it. No one would approve, but I do what I must to chase my dreams. You are in the same situation. No one would approve of what you desire, but you may be able to do something about it anyway. I am willing to help you, but you must help me at the same time. And that means being married, so that the children you produce will be of no special interest to those outsiders."
"My father will never consent to my dream. Why do you think he sent me here, and visits me so rarely?" said the girl. "When I tell him how much I miss him, and that I want him back, and want to live with him, all he says is that this cannot be."
"Let me handle your father," said the mistress of the manor, whose voice was suddenly noble again. "He is my concern. As I am interested in your welfare, so that you stay here and raise a family, I am interested in his welfare too. What I need now is your trust, and your pledge to honor my wishes, understanding that while you may not share them at all times, they are ultimately intended to bring happy resolution to your problem. Will you do that for me?"
The girl sat, hunched over. Then she straightened. "I think you must be very different from other nobles."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"I think not. It is hard to comprehend. But I am miserable already. I doubt you could make me more so. I accept. I place myself in your hands, and hope for a happier future."
I leaned back from the wall. Penelope had conquered this girl without even touching her, or having a male do so either! Her powers, both of observation and conniving persuasion, were incredible!
She left me in awe of her talents.
Apparently Cynthia's problem - that she yearned to marry her own father - was difficult enough that it would take some time and scheming for Her Ladyship to arrange. If she could. I doubted that little disaster could be brought to fruition.
In the meantime, Suzette was elected to join the ranks of the fallen.
Suzette came to us as a waif. Our prior lady had been in the village market one day when Suzette, then but five years old, attempted to steal an apple. She had been caught and was being beaten by the costermonger, a man named Hicks, who offered his produce at a rough table in the square. Our old mistress had been a dour and unhappy woman, but there resided in her heart a measure of mercy. She commanded Hicks to stop, and took the girl home, to make a servant of her. The girl claimed she had no parents. She had apparently been living hand-to-mouth for some time. That had been ten years ago, and not once had any one come forward to claim that their child had been lost or stolen.
It was a climactic point in poor Suzette's miserable life. The privation of her diffident youth was suddenly assuaged by the overwhelming appreciation Stephan heaped upon her. It was not love ... not then ... but each offered the other a measure of sequacious adoration that left both of them in a torpor, until they could catch their breath, and roll toward each other, beginning anew. Suzette had always held something back from the world, hoarding that little bit that was hers and hers only...
Jenny was, indeed, walking on her own as they approached the manor. Her malady was more one of the mind, rather than some physical illness that required time to heal. In truth, the normalcy of the three of them caring for her had done much to banish the shock that had so immobilized the girl. Of course I was aware that the three of them were approaching. Cynthia, the parlor maid, notified me. I suppose I should explain that. There may be some among you who are not familiar with life as it...
Mere images in the mind might have been all Jenny had to think about, had her mistress been content to wait a week to further her plan. But Her Ladyship was called into the lord's chamber twice that week, where he roused himself from his drunken stupor enough to heave his bulk on top of her. He managed to get hard enough to fuck her on one of those two occasions, and duly deposited his aged sperm in her nubile womb. The other time his body failed him, and she took pity on him and brought him...
Geoffrey's protestations that he had no part in the rape Aldo and Horace intended now had no ability to protect him. He could not testify that he had sought only to "teach the bitch a lesson." In these more modern days, women have attained higher status in the world, but back then, it was commonly held that sometimes, women had to be taught their proper place. Had Geoffrey been dragged in front of a tribunal, that argument might have struck a chord with some. But if ever Geoffrey Flagman...
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Jack had never met a woman like Penelope. In truth, the only females he knew anything about were the village girls, most of whom found no interest in him. He had somehow found his way between the thighs of some half dozen girls, but that was primarily because he was in position to inherit his father's smithy. Never had their desire to find a man who could support them (eventually) survived actually engaging in a relationship with Jack, though. And so Jack was completely unprepared when, in...
Sally was not alone in conditioning Hugh, if that's what I should call it. Jenny and Jane always spoke to him if, they encountered him during the day. It was merely "Good morning, Hugh," or "Good afternoon, blacksmith," or some such thing. It all made him feel good, as if he truly were coming into his manhood. But it was always Sally who brought him a dipper of water, or some treat from the kitchen, as he labored his assigned tasks. Then one day, as he installed the finished lock plate...
I had to leave my post. I had been missing too long. I was to learn, though, that much more happened after I left. He stayed, of course. Who would miss him? Well ... I found that out when Stephan returned from his errand with six bottles of sweet wine for Her Ladyship. Luckily, he came to me when he could not locate Jack in the stables. What was I to do? The mistress wasn't due for supper for two more hours, and when she was closeted in her rooms, only I was authorized to disturb her. If I...
The mistress had him where she wanted him - helpless. Whether it was due to shock or something else, she cared not. She simply wanted him malleable enough to bend to her desires. "Girls?" She needed say no more. Both girls stepped delicately into the tub, Jenny behind Stephan, facing his back, and Sally in front of him, facing him. They, too, sank down. I imagined Jenny's thighs sliding past Stephan's hips, her soft skin caressing his, and her firm young breasts pressing into his back....
What happened next must have seemed like a dream to Marie. First, Sally went to the door and left through it ... stark naked. Then, a few minutes later, she returned, followed by Nigel, Jack and Hugh. I was unaware of it, but Stephan was currently unavailable for this task, by virtue of the fact that he was with Suzette, in her room. Her broken limb was still healing, and he spent as many hours with her as possible, even doing some of her work. Likewise, Charley was currently secreted in...
Penelope knew her forest warden was confounded. I have described her actions as if she had not a care in the world, but that was not so. She merely knew she needed to keep him off balance until she could calm his mind. That she was sure she could calm his mind is astonishing enough. So as soon as he was down, she seated herself on a fallen log nearby and pointed to a spot down the log from her. "His Lordship demands I provide him an heir," she said, without preamble. "His age, and...
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I thought that might be all that was planned, and I was in the process of getting my nightshirt in order again when there was another tap on the door. It was actually louder than a tap ... loud enough that the frivolity in the tub ceased. The lady finally moved, and sat at her vanity, her arms up and hands busy with her hair. "Enter," she said, clearly. Jane gasped. My eyes went to the door, of course, as it opened. In stepped Jack, followed by Stephan ... and his brother, Charley. Jack...
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Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...
Another Session with Mistress by tiedbiyouI thought I was ready for Mistress... but I was mistaken. When I heard footsteps approaching slowly I could tell it was her. I was in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. I was on my knees, face down and ass up. I had on my collar and leash holding the leash in my teeth, ready to give it to her. I had my wrist and ankle restraints on and my hands were behind my back. I was naked except for the collar and restraints. There were the assortment of...
But here I was, driving to HER place and thinking how wild this long weekend would be, so wildly fucking exciting. My mind drifted from one thing to another. I did not know how a switch could be a Dominate one day then a submissive the next. I am pretty sure of my thoughts that a Dom is a Dom and sub is a sub, it is in their nature to be one or the other, and any attempt to cross over would just end up in the realm of role-playing. Even though I said I would take a “submissive role” for...
The MistressA soft glow from the desk lamp illuminated slender black leather gloved hands caressing a riding crop. The silence was palpable. The only sound was the soft rasp of a tongue gliding over polished leather. The Mistress’s gaze was piercing as she read the financial report. She was not pleased with her accountant, and she would soon demand answers from him personally. The white male slave that had brought the financial report stood at attention with his eyes downcast. He sensed...
The lure of Mistress BettyPart 1Here he was confused, bewildered and scared to death. How did he get here? Why had he consented to be treated this way? Alan felt like quite a fool, deceived by his weakness for a face sitting, the all compelling sight of a full bottom and a strong willed woman. No not merely a woman, but a Dominatrix, a Mistress. He was alone now in a tiny cold room awaiting his fate. In the silence he thought about the events that lead him here. It had all began through...
Thanks to Cappsters and Canadian Mike for their permission allowing me to rewrite this.Part 1Here he was confused, bewildered and scared to death. How did he get here? Why had he consented to be treated this way? Alan felt like quite a fool, deceived by his weakness for a face sitting, the all compelling sight of a full bottom and a strong willed woman. No not merely a woman, but a Dominatrix, a Mistress. He was alone now in a tiny cold room awaiting his fate. In the silence he thought about...
BLIND DATE WITH A MISTRESS by Submiss18 After having scoured several different adult personal services, it seemed I'd finally found a dominant woman who responded to me. Upon sending her an initial email to let her humbly know of my intentions and past experience as a submissive slave, Mistress Diana sent me several other emails questioning my level of commitment and I've learned she is very adept at prodding me to want to please her as soon as possible. She has given me...
Patricia had her fill of her husband Story Codes:? F/m F+/m M+/m Cross-dressing D/s B/D Bondage Humiliation Synopsis: Wife turns her chauvinistic husband into a sissy slut cross-dressing whore. Introduction:? Hello, I?m fairly new at writing stories and I write to help stimulate my fantasies and I hope that it may stimulate your fantasies.? I am not currently involved in a dom/sub relationship but I have had several real life Mistresses in the past and I find I crave the real life scene...
"Look at you Evie. You're so slutty in your teddy and stockings,” said Mistress Sarah. Then she looked down at my hard cock and said, "....and your clitty is so big. Excited are, you?" Mistress Sarah reached out and firmly squeezed my cock a few times. It was a welcome sensation that reverberated though my entire body. Before I could respond, she ordered, "Turn around slut. Let me see that arse of yours." Ever since I had met Mistress Sarah online, I had dreamed of her fucking me in the arse....
CrossdressingThe Continuing Pleasures of the Mistress *at the humble bequest of ?slave2isis?* The Mistress smiled lay on her luxurious bed as she had myriad slaves parade her new wardrobe before it was to be organized by her personal suite staff. Of course the robust healthy white males kept their eyes downcast and their penises flaccid. The ready whips of her personal bodyguards were eager to touch their tender skin in punishment. The slaves were performing against a losing battle as the Mistress had a...
Luke could feel the nerves building inside him. He had booked his appointment last week after months of debating. The Violet Club was like nothing Luke had ever imagined. Patrons were able to book sessions with professional dominants and submissives. In addition, they were able to customize them based on their fantasies.Luke had experimented a little with BDSM in his previous relationship, but once that relationship ended he knew he wanted to dive in further. Luke had typically found himself in...
BDSMDue to my work commitments I have been away for too long from Mistress Elektra's clutches whom I serve with the uppermost devotion. Serving Mistress Elektra has its long term benefits in having your limits stretched to the maximum ! Mentally as well as physically! !!!Oh yes !..... Mistress Elektra is a lover of stretching arseholes with her great selection of strap-on cocks from medium to massive (she doesn't do small !!) Mistress is also an expert in fisting her slaves as she pushes her...
Things went along very well for the first month or so. Mistress Madison did help Kim get caught up with her late bills and with what she made she was able to relax a bit on the grocery bills. Things were beginning to look up for her finally, and Kimberly could sleep peacefully for the first time in a while. She didn't have to worry about her ex leaving the country and cutting off her finances - she was able to make up for it and more now.And working for the Mistress was actually becoming fun....
FemdomThe Mistress and her Minion by Erin Tyler I had counted 98 days from the time I woke up in The Mistress' junk- strewn lab to the day I walked out of it. 98 days -- that's 14 weeks -- she had kept me trapped in that poorly-lit scrap heap with her broken anime character-wannabe of a robot sidekick, Natsuko. She had kept me stuck in a busted robot body, and I had to rely on my own ingenuity to get it into working order. It had been a stroke of luck that I had been able to steal...
My Life with Mistress VeronicaChapter I : A Sudden Change of RolesJanuary 4, Wednesday: It was raining hard, and I stayed inside my house watching an incredible bondage movie featuring a tall, beautiful, totally naked brunette whose hands were stretched so high above her head that her feet barely touched the carpet. The girl's breasts were perfectly exposed, round and shapely, not too big. And she was gagged, so all you could hear was her little moans and shrieks as the whip hit her. You could...