>’I haven’t been able to write in some time, due to other dedications, however I haven’t forgotten my Maid, her Master and the Mistress. These three characters are intertwined within an ever developing mystery. I am growing quite attached to the young maid and find many of my own qualities within her: the want to please, the need of attention and the turmoil when both are not returned. Within this extract the family has been invited to a garden (or not so) party by the lovely lady Eversham, although don’t think that protects our little maid from the advances of her beast like master. I hope you enjoy it and I shall endeavour to write more.’
Stepping from the stuffy carriage the maid gratefully clasped hold of the masters outstretched, gloved, hand, breathing in the fresh country air. She looked around to see her charges already picking their way up the long country path, trees bowed deeply down along the route as though accepting the duty of protecting their human charges from the rain. Their green leaves trapped the light from the autumn sun translating it’s glow into a dull hue and allowing the odd drip to fall upon their heads.
She was still clasping the masters hand when his wife appeared before them and in a fluster of decorum, she straightened her apron and briskly walked to catch up with the children. The mistress showed no sign of emotion but instead clasped her arm around her husbands and walked slowly behind them.
“I thought you said it would be sunshine and bells daddy?!” Elisa shouted, running back to her farther and pointing towards the pita patter of the rain above them.
“Aye, so I did, although the depiction of man can never truly be certain when god is involved” the master’s eyes were full of mirth and delight at his child, you could see he was proud of them when he conversed, though sometimes his eyes couldn’t conceal his irritation. He laughed at the inquisitorial look Elisa turned on him. The mistress laughed too, easily, and openly taking Elisa into her arms and tickling her under her chin.
‘*The perfect family’* thought the maid as she pushed along the path with the baby. Her breasts were heavy, and it made her incredibly irritable, she wanted to sit down, to get away from the carriage and be still for a time. The journey had been uncomfortable with the masters leg brushing against her own and at one point his hand had glanced along her nipple as he pointed to a new factory building. He had smirked down at her then as her cheeks had glowed red, the mistress again had appeared to have seen nothing, keeping a vigil of apathy glancing out of the open window.
The country house was vast. The maid had never seen so many rooms, empty most likely, she had wanted to explore every inch of it but instead she stuck by the children within a large drawing room. Many people were here, drinking, smoking, chatting, and laughing, she was in rapture of the fine clothes and jewellery. One of those broaches, she conceived, could feed her family for a lifetime, how the other half lived.
As the rain prohibited the planned garden party, so the guests had cooped up within the house finding their own entertainments and soon music was called for. Each lady in turn was address and politely invited to play or sing. The sudden change of events seemed to upset the baby and he cried without warning flinging his hands onto the floor and writhing in the maid’s hands. Quickly she made her way to the back of the room and into the corridor whereby she could shush him, looking through the gap in the door for when it would be the mistresses turn.
“My, my, little one we are not happy are we” The Master was behind her, she had no realised he had left as well and startled at his sudden appearance. His moustache flicked up in a huge grin, but his eyes were hungrily feeding upon her flesh. Eager to bite.
“Master, I beg your pardon, I just thought it best to take him out”
“Oh yes. You did the right thing, though come let me take him to the other children in the nursery I am sure Lady Eversham’s nursemaid won’t begrudge one more” In saying so he took the baby from her arms walked up the stairs towards the nursery. The maid, now unsure how to proceed, decided to follow him.
The Lady Eversham’s nursemaid looked shocked but could not deny the master’s ample charm. She giggled like a schoolgirl as he joked with her, laying the child down upon the floor with the others. He smiled once more taking a handful of the boys cheek between his fingers then left the room, the maid followed.
“Like my shadow aren’t you” the maid flushed scarlet.
“No, I mean yes Sir, as the other children are busy playing with the others, I just feel at a loss of what my duties should be” She had spoken out of turn, she knew that her duty was to the children and even this setting did not change that. Clasping a hand over her mouth she babbled. “I apologise profusely sir, I know what I must do of course, I just meant…”
“I know what you meant” he leaned in closer to her, brushing his thick chest up to hers, she could smell his cigar from earlier still clung to his jacket. Her breathing slowed to fill her nostrils with his scent, to inhale every second of this moment. His hands moved from his side to just touching her waste, teasing her with his fingertips as he traced their curves. “come”
He indicated with his head and the maid found herself dazed and excited back down the stairs and in a small cupboard beside the drawing room. She could hear the mistresses loud voice bursting from inside. She was a good singer, she preformed for the room with gusto.
“My wife, always the show-off” there was a hint of jealousy behind the statement which the maid, like her mistress, opted to overlook. He was pulling the door closed on the noise when suddenly he stopped leaving it open a crack so they could still see the gathering crowd.
Once he had her inside the cupboard his gentleman like quality retracted, he became like a beast uncontrollable and lustful. He growled as he pulled up her petticoats ripping her small clothes and delving his hand between her legs.
“Always wet for me aren’t you Maid, dirty little thing you are” She winced as his voice was carrying in their small paradise, she was scared the mistress would come and sever the fantasy.
“Yes sir” she squeaked back as he kneeled down behind her, pushing one finger inside her easily but then placing his mouth over her wetness as well. Licking at her tasting every inch delving deep into her with his tongue and finger. She cried out once then bit her finger, attempting to quell the screams billowing up inside her. Her body convulsed under his expertise, moving to a rhythm of his making she longed for his hands all over her though didn’t want this motion to stop.
As though reading her thoughts the master’s spare hand came up around behind her ripping her blouse pulling her apron aside and grasping hard onto her large breast. He moaned between her thighs as he played with her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. She moaned more. Unable to control herself as his fingers explored her body.
She could feel herself becoming uncontrollably hot, her body tensing more and more with each brush of his fingers and lap of his tongue. Then without warning the master plunged himself deep into her, pushing her down directly into the floor so her backside was up in the air for his pleasure.
“You’re such a filthy little maid, allowing me to do this, in front of all those people” there was a restlessness inside the drawing room. Even though the next lady had gotten up to play the piano and was strumming a light ditty upon the keys, there was an uncontrolled muttering occurring throughout the guests. An uncomfortable unease as the noises were heard from their little cupboard reverberating around the larger room.
The masters breathing was hot at the back of the maids neck, he bit down on her and pushed so deeply she ended up falling to the floor, but he didn’t stop. Having found her sweet spot he pushed in and out, the sound of squelching and heated groans resounded within the drawing room.
Some patrons began to turn around to look inquiringly towards the cupboards direction, the maid hoped the door was closed enough so they would not be seen. Unless someone came and opened it, the realisation of such caused her to gain in excitement. She pushed herself down onto her masters member, rocking her hips up and down joining his panting pattern, his hand reached around once more for her nipple and as he clasped it between thumb and finger with a circular motion. The maid could no longer take it and cried out unashamedly into the room.
Her master, unable to control himself upon hearing her cry joined in moaning out loud grunting and then pushing her away from him as he pulled up his trousers buttoned his jacket. Allowed a few moments to pass, during which the maid attempted to fix her blouse, then left her smiling into the drawing room as everyone’s attention returned to the playing lady.
The maid sat upon the floor, wetness dripping down her leg, unable to believe what had just happened. They had heard surely? Yet no-one had done anything, was that normal? She was starting to like her masters attentions less and less, for with every penetration he appeared less enraptured by her, less caring. He was just using her as a toy but there was a little part of her that loved it. She just hoped nothing grave would happen as a result.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rzsp9h/the_garden_party_the_masters_want_and_the_maids