The ‘Garden’ Party (The Master’s want and The Maids need)

>’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.

Scarlet Adventures: The Night of The Orgy

The night was masked in a thin fog dulling my vision making me unsure if it was the alcohol or the mist decending upon the night preparing for morning dew.
A hand around my waste guided me towards a taxi, my ears still ringing with the tempo of club music, more followed us in until the seats were filled. The black cab trundled its way through the labyrinth of streets, unable to follow the route taken I decided to join in the conversation. Someone’s hand was gliding its way under my skirt and another was still wrapped firmly around my waste as the topic turned to how we slept. A friend burst out I slept naked and how I always dropped my clothes after a night out proud of my body and un ashamed of being nude. I smiled doll like wide eyes red lips, they all laughed and another hand wound its way around my neck.
The taxi halted and we all clambered out with the usual decorum which drink perpetrates. Hands all around me helped me up as I giggled loudly gaining my balance, smoothed down my top and awaited the door to be opened.
A sitting room of a minimalistic state greeted me as I entered, but I had little time to process my surroundings, my top was being pulled over my head exposing my chest to the cold air. The door was closed and the fun began.

The Mistress Spies upon The Master

(Maid and her Master, only this time the Mistress tags along. Im enjoying my developing sotryline and ofcourse its fun to write ;p )

The mistress was crying again, howling cries muffled by her pillow, as she lay on their four posters alone once again. Hadn’t she portrayed the perfect wife tonight? She had smiled, chattered nonsense and retained the most perfect countenance even when presented with a topic she knew nothing about. However hard she tried her husband would always shake his head in disapproval, retaining any misconduct, so to throw them into an argument upon their return, giving him reason to be angry.

She sniffed, wiping her eyes of their damp residue and turned in her heavy gown, it crackled underneath her as though it too longed to break away from her body. Standing up she gazed at her doe eyed reflection in the long looking glass. The light of the gas lamps smothered her in a burnt, orange glow which defined her red eyes and nose even further. She sighed taking hold of the intricate ribbons tied at her back and pulled non too gently, practically ripping them from their holes, tearing the dress from her body over her head. She was stood in her cream slip, the silk caressing her body giving her a better shape than that of the dress, which focused too strongly upon her flat chest.

The Maid and Her Masters Will (Feeding her Master)

Another part of my Maid and Master story I really enjoy writing about their escapades I will surely be writing more. But for now I hope you Enjoy XD

They were arguing again. She could hear their furious words exchanged in whispers on the stairs, hoping the decrease of volume wouldn’t alert the children but the maid, from her advantage point on the stairs, could hear every word.

“You’re just jealous as always, you just cannot abide by my rulings in this household and have to go out of your way to embarrass me”

“Embarrassed you? I am the one having to make excuses for the servants leaving after such short periods, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because their master cannot keep his hands of them” She almost spat the words at him in her fury shaking with the effort of speaking the truth she had been holding back for so long. A deep exhale of breath came from her master, she poked her head around the banister at the top of the stairs to see his stature rise to its full height, striking her as majestic and lordly he began speaking with a warning tone to his wife.

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Punished for Impertinence (The Maid and Her Masters Lust)

(This is a fantasy of mine, so as I’m inspired I decided to write it down. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing ;p )

The master was drunk, she knew because his eyes had that dark twinkle in them devouring her making her feel exposed in the nursery. She tucked in the closest child and kissed his head.

“I wish you would do that for me” he spoke so quietly she wondered if she had misheard him. Tucking a strand of hair under her cap and moving to the gas light to turn it down she gestured to the door, hoping he would understand and leave. He did stand up on uncertain feet, but he did not leave.

“You know I was never really embraced into my family, I was always a disappointment, always told I was a mistake.” He laughed derisively and moved past her to the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, the maid watched his progress concerned he would bang his knee on the small side tables and wake the children.

Turning to her as he reached the doorway, he awkwardly opened his mouth as though to ask a question, but then twisted his moustache thinking.

Lust Leave’s Lasceration (Scarlet amorousness, into the woods once more)

She walked purposely down to the park making her way with confidence in every step, grinning with anticipation as her teased mind brought back memories of her master’s hot body on hers. His eager hands stripping her of her bindings to get to the creamy body underneath, biting, licking and teasing every inch of her until she was begging to be filled.

Her thighs rubbed together tantalising her quivering pussy with each movement knowing at the end of this would be her master waiting for her. She entered the park, its trees bowed down around her, trapping the light behind there green leaves bathing the path in a natural glow as the sun set behind them. The perfect night, hardly any breeze and the sun’s warmth could still be felt upon her skin as she wound her way to the bench where he said he would meet her.

Perching herself delicately on the end she pulled out a joint from her bag, looked around the deserted walkway and lit up. Breathing in deeply, soothing her mind, she looked down to see her nipples standing erect to the dusk gaze. They were always like that, as though she was always ready for attention. Which was true, she always craved lust and heat that’s why she was drawn here tonight, to be filthy out in the open where anyone could see them, it made her heartbeat faster drawn to the thrill of being caught.

An Incubus’s Desire is too sweet to resist

(I have been writing this for a while and this is just an extract of one of my favourite scene’s, it has been tailored and edited to be shorter and sweeter for you all but it’s something I hold close to my heart so I hope you enjoy it, it’s a little different from my usual writings as this is fantasy rather than brutal reality :) )

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do

Is to save everyday ’til eternity passes away

Just to spend it with you… (Jim Croce – Time in a bottle)

Night surrounded the sleeping form in her four poster, the curtains slowly billowing in the cool breeze from the open window. Dreams tortured her with the knowledge of the truth she had not wished to accept but to which she had no control, as her subconscious reiterated that her heart no longer slept soundly beside her. A break in the clouds revealed the moon’s light whose icy fingers crept slowly across the bed towards the fitful creature. Shining brightly through the curtains beginning to produce a form above her, made of shadow and moonlight her Incubus stared down at his prey.

[MF] A Night the Sub Beat her Masters Lust

A night of chatting, drinking and pretend sophistication as my foot, having remove it’s shoe, found its way teasingly between his thighs. His body language tensed in surprise but a pentetrating gaze locked to mine as I pretended not to notice my own actions. I looked down at my cards giving the pretense of agonising over my decision as my toes found their mark hardening under my teasing strokes. Playing a few more rounds I found I had to keep removing my foot and returning it as waiters walked past us offering us more bevarges.

My teasing made him un-focused upon his task and his losing streak began to irritate him, taking hold of my leg under the table he rubbed my creamy legs and moved my toes towards his bulge. Before long the venue was closing and we were making our way back, walking a long way with every step my pussy pulsated and my body ached for him to take me down any alleyway but enjoing his teasing. Fingers brushed under my pleted skirt feeling for my bare arse another hand reaching round to pinch my nipples through my see through shirt as we walked. Matching his impatient lust I reached my own hand behind me to grip him from within his jeans, grabbing hold and craving to feel him hard inside me.

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[MF] Public Masturbation, two can play at that game ;)

I’m not entirely sure why but my posts keep getting removed so I’m posting this again in hope it will stay as I’m rather proud of my writing ;)

Thinking back can lead to my thighs rubbing, my heart bounding and my pussy aching but it’s always fun to share ;)

A soft cool breeze caressed the curve of my breasts as I sat languidly under the trees, the leaves tussling sweetly above me in the large oak. The heat suppressing itself upon me as I longed to be naked here in public with humidity and grass as my only coverage. But alas I was clothed sitting beside my old master my head determined not to look back into his eyes knowing my heart bounding would give me away.

His hands found my waste, wrapping his large hands around me feeling how much I curved in and out my bottom protruding out from a tight skirt. My top hardly covered my nipples and he moaned staring down at the teasing angle of my breasts. His beard ran along my neck and his hands caressed the tip of my pierced nipple making me moan slightly leaning my head back to his bidding.

Dirty Sins Under The Oak Tree [MF]

Thinking back can lead to my thighs rubbing, my heart bounding and my pussy aching but it’s always fun to share ;)

A soft cool breeze caressed the curve of my breasts as I sat languidly under the trees, the leaves tussling sweetly above me in the large oak. The heat suppressing itself upon me as I longed to be naked here in public with humidity and grass as my only coverage. But alas I was clothed sitting beside my old master my head determined not to look back into his eyes knowing my heart bounding would give me away.

His hands found my waste, wrapping his large hands around me feeling how much I curved in and out my bottom protruding out from a tight skirt. My top hardly cornered my nipples and he moaned staring down at the teasing angle of my breasts. His beard ran along my neck and his hands caressed the tip of my pierced nipple making me moan slightly leaning my head back to his bidding.

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Categorized as Erotica