Chapter 1
“Trevor, would you be a dear and assist in my revelry?” The countess began. “Tis a matter of great import and sensitivity, I’m afraid. Your discretion is paramount.”
She was a woman of larger stature, standing easily above myself in a very clearly jovial, yet dominating way. Her body was not what one might call “thin”, and yet she was not of obese size either. With toned legs, one got the sense that her power and command came mainly from her thighs. Her hips were wide, giving way to ample curvature in the behind. Her stomach, flattened by her thin lace corsette, rose into a chest that could suffocate an elephant in it’s heft.
Her face was showered in a beautiful black, from scalp to hip, and upon her Rosen cheeks lay distinct laughter lines, which impressioned upon many her more jovial and juvenile nature. Her eyes sparkled a brilliant ocean blue, filled with curiosity and humour, but yet, something darker, something more exciting lay behind them, a feeling that one could never could place. It was an element I oft found myself deep in thought over. What exactly lay behind the surface of this powerful, elegant woman?
“But of course m’lady, ’tis no problem at all” I said, finding myself caught off guard by the closeness with which she had chosen to approach. Nary a whisker away, she whispered into my ear, “Oh come now Trevor, you’ve been in my service for too many moons to be caught in silly tradition. Call me by name.”
“Of course m’lady.” I stammered. I made an apologetic look, and stood to correct myself. “I mean, of course, Veronica”.
She smiled in her perfect way, a smile which had often put my mind into a trance. It is shameful to admit, but I had more than once found myself wondering what lay underneath her courtly attire. I wondered what unearthly delights lay under the outwardly jovial persona she assumed. I wondered if I ever might find out.
“Wonderful,” she said. “Quickly, attend my side, we shall make way to the dungeon. There’s a mess needs cleaning and I’m afraid you’re the only person I trust.”
We made our way down the stone steps, to the great iron door that led deep into the belly of the villa. Down each step, there seemed to be a stronger scent. It was beginning to become unmistakable. It was very clearly the smell of dried sweat. I wondered what may lay at the bottom. The countess had clearly noticed my sudden pique in interest. She cocked her head to one side, smiled slyly, and lead on. Once we had reached the bottom of the steps, I was met with a sight that was clearly never meant for a lowly servant. The dungeon lay heavy with contraptions and tools, all vaguely resembling torture devices. Though, I could not see how some would inflict torture per se. The wooden tables were laden with restraints, whips, and strange items with straps.
“This, Trevor, is what I need you for. I need you clear away the excesses on the tables, the whips need to be polished, and the floors mopped. I must away for but a moment to the adjoining room, and shall be back with you soon.”
She made her way before I could let out even a sound. I faced the mess before me, and wondered where the countess had gone.
20 minutes later, my question was answered. I was on my knees, scrubbing the floor clean of what appeared to be dried sweat. The whips lay next to me, perfectly polished, and the tables had been cleared to a shine. Suddenly, two strong legs, like that of a horse, appeared before me. I tracked my gaze from the perfectly kept feet to the beautifully toned thighs. Between them lay a silken string, the only dress on this figure. My gaze tracked further upwards, first to the stomach, then to the chest. There they lay, two incredibly large breasts that held two nipples the size of saucers. They were mesmerizing, so much so that only the next words I heard could break my trance.
“Trevor, my eyes are further up”. The voice was unmistakable. As my eyes moved to meet hers, her mouth curled into a grin that could stop the heart of any man.
“My dear Trevor,” she said. “You’ve been a loyal servant to me for years. It’s time to test how strong your loyalties are”.
Chapter two soon
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