Writing for Gentlemen Pt. 01

Author's introduction: This is a work of total fiction and fantasy. It came about after I'd heard a radio documentary about George Eliot (real name, Mary Ann Evans) and her unusual lifestyle. In this introductory chapter, my story is set in Evans's time, and I've given myself a titled husband (he's still a cuckold, though!) and a very privileged background. Subsequent chapters will deal with stories written by Lady Olwen. My fantasy contains descriptions of sex involving bodily functions. If this isn't of interest to you, read no further. You have been warned! As in all my stories, all sex described is consensual and takes place between adults aged at least eighteen years old. Please consider using the scoring system, and leave a comment when you've read my fantasy. All authors appreciate feedback.
The library door opened, and Stevens the butler came in. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of Constance, the chambermaid, on her knees between my legs. Constance loved eating my cunt almost as much as I loved feeling her tongue on my clit.
"Begging your pardon, m'lady," said Stevens, without a trace of jealousy. He knew that he'd be fucking me after dinner anyway. "Your cuckold has returned from the House of Lords. I told him that you were busy with Constance, but he insisted that I inform you of his presence. He's in the withdrawing room, your ladyship."
Reluctantly, I eased Constance's face away from my tingling cunt. As we both stood up, I kissed her full on the mouth. I loved tasting myself on her sweet lips, and her cunt breath was intoxicating.
"See to Constance Stevens," I ordered. "She'll be dripping wet after eating me, and she'll need a good fucking. You can bend her over my writing desk here. I'll see you after dinner this evening.Come and find me when you're done with Constance Don't wash your cock after fucking her. I'll clean you up myself."
"Very good, your ladyship," grinned Stevens, unzipping his trousers. Constance dropped a deep curtsey, and smiled at me.
"Thank you, ma'am " she said softly. "Will you require me later on as well?"
"No thank you, Constance," I replied. "His lordship will be on fluffing duty tonight and he can clean me up after Stevens has fucked me. Once you have served dinner, and helped cook with the washing up, you and she can retire for the night. I would imagine that cook will need some attention from that lovely tongue of yours after a day in the kitchen."
I sauntered out of the library in search of my cuckold. How dare he interrupt me when I was being pleasured? I made up my mind there and then to discipline him, whatever his excuse for summoning me in such a peremptory manner.
Richard stood up as I entered the withdrawing room. If he couldn't tell that I was seething from the look I gave him, I made certain that he knew my feelings, the moment I opened my mouth.
"Get your trousers down and bend over that armchair," I said coldly, ignoring the niceties of greeting my cuckold husband. "I was enjoying Constance's tongue, and you summoned me before she got me off. So now I'll have to get myself off, and you know how much pleasure I get from seeing you suffer. Wait there, whilst I get the cane."
I opened the door to the discrete cupboard that I'd had built into the wall of the withdrawing room and extracted my favourite cane. It was about two foot long, thin and whippy. It left beautiful angry red tramlines on Richard's arse, and I intended to decorate his pale buttocks with at least fifty strokes that afternoon.
"This is going to hurt," I warned him as I tapped my cane gently across his bum. "I really don't care how much noise you make. The staff all know who leads this marriage, and it will do you good to know that all your servants are aware of your lowly status, despite your position in the House of Lords. So scream and shout if you must. No-one here will turn a hair at your discomfort!"
I raised my arm and brought it down swiftly. The cane whistled through the air and made contact with Richard's bum with a sharp crack. A hiss of pain escaped from his clenched lips.
"One," he recited mechanically. "Thank you, your Ladyship."
"Save your breath," I told him. "I can't see you being able to count after the first dozen or so strokes. You'll be too busy crying and moaning. So you'll take this punishment in silence. Do...(I caned him again)...you (a third stroke rapidly followed)...understand (stroke number four)...me?"(when the fifth stroke landed, his arse was beginning to look like those new fangled railway tracks that were being laid all across the country.)
Richard's legs were trembling now, but he managed to gasp out a strangled "Yes, dear, I understand. Aargh! Fuck! That one really hurt!"
Stroke number six had just been administered, and I'd deliberately aimed at the crease where his thighs met his buttocks. I was in my most sadistic mood, and I really meant to teach my cuckold a lesson with this caning.
We were up to about thirty five strokes, and Richard's arse resembled bursa escort bayan a piece of raw steak. He had gone through the crying stage, and was now whimpering as each stroke landed. I was about to administer another stroke when there was a knock on the withdrawing room door. If I'm honest, I was glad of the respite. Caning one's cuckold for such an extended period is a tiring business.
I laid the cane down across Richard's glowing buttocks.
"Wait there," I instructed. "I haven't finished with you yet."
"Come in," I called loudly, and the door opened and Stevens stood aside to let Constance in. He followed her into the room and shut the door behind him. Neither servant batted an eyelid at the sight of their Master draped across the arm of a chair, with his trousers and his underpants around his ankles. Constance grinned at the sight of Richard's well caned arse. She liked a bit of rough play herself, I knew.
"Begging your pardon, your Ladyship," Stevens began with a huge grin, "your orders have been carried out. Constance has been fucked, and is now ready for clean up. As am I. I didn't wipe my cock after I'd cum in her. As you instructed, my lady."
I looked at the pair of them, and smiled.
"Excellent, Stevens. Get your cock out, and I'll clean you up straightaway before Constance's cunt juices dry. Constance, my cuckold will do clean up duty on you. You can sit on his face in a little while. But he still hasn't finished his punishment. Give him another twenty five strokes, please. And make sure they are very hard. Then use his face as you please."
"Very good, ma'am," replied Constance, picking up my discarded cane, and tapping Richard's arse a few times experimentally.
"Ready, your Lordship?" she asked. "What do you have to say to me?"
"Please cane my arse, Constance,"asked Richard, his voice trembling with emotion. "And do as your Mistress commands, and make each stroke a hard one!"
Constance did as she was asked. As Stevens' deliciously tasting cock disappeared down my throat, the chambermaid began to cane my cuckold.
"She needs to work on her accuracy," I thought to myself as I savoured the combined taste of Stevens' cum and Constances's cunt juice. "Her strokes are all over the place, not concentrated in one area like mine."
I finished my clean up job and released Stevens. He was about to button up when I stopped him. An idea had come to me, and I intended to see it through.
"That'll do, Constance," I said softly. "It's time for you to get cleaned up. Richard, get on your back on the floor."
Richard did as he was told, and Constance sank down onto his face. She never wore underwear around the house, because I liked to finger her whenever the urge got to me, and with her being so young and pretty, the urge got to me frequently.
She wriggled a bit to get herself in position, and then a grin spread across her pretty face.
"Is he in?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, ma'am," sighed Constance. She giggled. "I think his tongue is longer than his cock!" She nodded at the pathetic little nub that was sticking up proudly, brought to hardness no doubt by a combination of his recent caning and the taste and aroma of Constance's freshly fucked cunt.
I reached down and pulled Richard's legs up into the air. When I passed them to Constance, she held onto them tightly. Her eyes sparkled with delight. She knew what was about to happen.
I nodded to Stevens.
"Fuck him," I said with a smile, "but don't cum in his arse. Just open him up with your cock and leave it in there until he's cleaned Constance up."
"Very good, your Ladyship," replied Stevens, getting on his knees behind Richard.
I've put Richard to the cock several times since we were married, and I know he enjoys the humiliation of having a man's cock up his arse. He's quite tight back there, and it took a good bit of effort on Stevens' part to get himself fully in.
Constance giggled again whilst Stevens was penetrating Richard.
"It's making him breathe a lot harder, ma'am" she reported. "Www! that's so nice. I like the way he's gasping into my cunt!"
Stevens was balls deep in Richard now, and I sat back and lit up my favourite lady church warden pipe. I smoked quietly whilst my butler buggered my cuckold and my chambermaid queened him at the same time. This would be a lesson he'd remember for a long time, I thought to myself as I savoured the flavour of my favourite aromatic tobacco.
"I need to pee," Constance informed the room at large. "Did you hear that, your Lordship? Get ready. And don't spill any of my golden rain on Lady Olwen's carpet!"
There was a gentle hiss as Constance began to empty her bladder. Stevens grinned at me and gently eased half way out of Richard's arse. I winked at him and nodded. He held himself in position until Constance finished her pee. There was a rattling fart as she stood up and Richard coughed and grimaced.
"Whoops! Sorry about that, your Lordship," bursa escort sitesi giggled Constance. She dropped a curtsey to me.
"All done, your Ladyship," she said with a smile. "May I go and help cook with the prep for supper tonight?"
"Of course, Constance," I replied, putting my pipe down. "And tell cook that his Lordship's meal is to be mashed up and put in his bowl. No cutlery will be necessary for him this evening."
"Very good, your Ladyship," said Constance and she retreated to the kitchen. I looked at Stevens.
"You can pull out now," I said. "Richard, sit up and clean Stevens' cock. He'll be fucking me after dinner, and I don't want a shitty cock up my cunt."
Richard did as he was told, and Stevens lay back and looked at me devotedly as my cuckold performed yet another clean up job.
"You are magnificent," he breathed. "If only society knew what you get up to behind closed doors!"
"Yes, well thank fuck that they don't," I replied, picking up my pipe again. "I can't even smoke in public, unless I'm in special company, and as for my sexual preferences, do you know that Queen Victoria refuses to acknowledge that there is such a thing as lesbian sex? She's so obsessed with Prince Albert too. I've heard that he's had a metal rod put through his cock so that he can give her extra pleasure when he fucks her. It seems that I'm not the only kinky bitch in society!"
Steven's pulled out of Richard's mouth and wiped his dripping cock on my cuckold's cheek.
"I was about to blow," he explained, "and as much as I know his Lordship likes the taste of cum, I'd much rather shoot it in your cunt later on."
"That's a date," I grinned. "Come to my boudoir at nine tonight. I fancy some anal sex."
"Very good, your Ladyship," replied Stevens, getting to his feet and tucking his still erect cock back into his trousers. He buttoned up and looked at me expectantly.
"You may go, Stevens," I said. "I'll see you at dinner, and then later on for our liaison. Thank you for this afternoon's diversion. I enjoyed myself immensely."
"Your Ladyship," replied Stevens, with a bow. He withdrew and closed the door gently behind him. I motioned to Richard to pull his underpants and trousers up. I smoked whilst he adjusted his clothing, and when he was presentable again, I addressed him.
"Now what was so important that you interrupted my pleasure earlier?" I asked him. Richard blushed.
"I am so sorry that I had to send for you, my dear," he began, "but I heard something in the House earlier. I rushed over to the bank, and the rumour that I'd been informed of was actually true. A number of my fellow Lords are in exactly the same boat, I'm afraid."
"What the hell are you talking about, Richard?" I asked exasperatedly. "You're not making any sense."
"The owners of our bank, the Gould brothers, have gone bust," Richard replied. "It seems they've been making questionable investments for years, and now everything has come to a head. I managed to get a couple of thousand out in cash this afternoon, but all the rest of our money is gone. We're broke, my dear."
My head reeled. It was not a pleasant prospect to imagine. How on earth were we going to keep up appearances, and pay the staff without any money in the bank?
"What does the government say?" I asked Richard. He shrugged.
"Gladstone is doing exactly what he always does in a crisis. Absolutely nothing!" Richard replied. "He's putting it about that foreign influences are to blame, but everybody knows that the Gould brothers are scoundrels. Some of my fellow Lords couldn't get a brass farthing out of the bank when they called in this afternoon after the rumours had started to spread. There's not a penny piece left in the place!"
"We'll have to tell the staff," I said decisively. "It's not fair to keep them in the dark. If we let them go early, maybe they'll be able to secure positions in other houses. Oh, fuck! I'm going to miss Stevens' cock and Constance's tongue!"
I pushed the bell to summon Stevens, and he appeared a few moments later.
"You rang, my Lord?" he said, addressing my cuckold politely.
"I did, Stevens," I replied. "Get Constance and cook, and the scullery maid, what's her name? Agnes? And bring them all here at once."
"Agnes left last month, your Ladyship," Stevens reminded me. "She was in the family way, you will recall. I engaged Bessie, following your instruction to replace Agnes."
"Yes, I do remember," I replied, fiddling nervously with my pipe. "Well go and get them all. Bring them here. I'm afraid his Lordship and I have some distressing news to impart to you all."
When all the staff were gathered, I let Richard explain the situation to them. He did so clearly and without any frills, so that they were all left in no doubt as to our financial difficulties. There was silence as the news sank in that all four of them were now potentially without a position.
"If I may, your Lordship?" Stevens eventually said.
Richard looked at me and I nodded.
"What is it, Stevens?" asked Richard.
"Speaking personally," the butler began, "I have a little money stashed away. It's not much, about eighty pounds, but it will see me right for a couple of months. I enjoy working here."
He looked pointedly at me.
"And if your Lordship will permit it, I should like to stay on, even without wages. I'm sure your Lordship will find a solution to this dreadful situation."
I was both thrilled and horrified. Thrilled because if Stevens stayed on, I'd be guaranteed a regular supply of cock. Horrified because the thought of him living off his own hard-earned savings didn't seem fair at all. I was about to voice my thoughts when Violet, the cook, spoke up.
"If Stevens is going to stay, I'd like to do so too, your Lordship," she said. "I don't have any savings myself, but Arthur Smith the butcher and Norman Harris the fishmonger both have the hots for me. I reckon if I agree to give them regular hand jobs, we should be alright for meat and fish for the foreseeable future. If I suck them off and let them fuck me, I'm willing to bet that they'll both probably deliver the food here!"
"Oh cook," I said when she'd finished, "we couldn't ask you to do that. You'd be lowering yourself to the status of a common whore!"
"That's what I was before you engaged me, ma'am," grinned Violet, "and I really miss a nice bit of cock. My fingers and Constance's tongue keep me sane, but there's nothing like a good hard cock opening you up and filling you to put a smile on your face, is there?"
"Well, if you put it like that," I smiled, "I can only agree. Thank you, Violet. You're a lifesaver."
"In that case," Stevens started speaking again, "we'll need fresh bread and a regular supply of groceries. I can see to Walter and Doris Nicholas down at the grocers. Doris loves to be fucked up the arse, and Wally likes to watch and do clean up when she's been fucked. Gordon Hudson, Lord and Lady Spencer's butler told me about the Nicolas's dirty little secret. I'm a lot younger and more vigorous than Hudson. I'll pay Wally and Doris a visit later on if time allows!"
"Who would have guessed it?" Richard muttered almost to himself. "I thought that I was the only cuckold and voyeur in this part of town!"
I snorted in amusement.
"Don't you believe it," I said. I re-lit my pipe and blew a mouthful of creamy smoke at him. "In my ladies' circle, there are at least three husbands who love watching their wives suck cock or get fucked. And Lady Morrison's cuckold agreed to have his balls cut off because the sight of them displeased dear Georgina so much. He might wear ermine when he's in the House of Lords, but he spends all of his time at home wearing nothing but a serving girl's shift and fluffing Georgina's string of lovers. She told me last week that Gerald's main source of nourishment is her gentlemens' friends cum."
"Begging your pardon, ma'am." Constance interrupted my tale of the sordid goings-on down the road at Morrison Manor.
"If Stevens and cook are going to be contributing to the situation that you and Lord Simpson find yourselves in, I think it only right that I should do my bit too. I know for a fact that Benson, the coal merchant likes to get himself hard by spanking his girlfriends. I should like to volunteer to have my bum warmed up by him in return for the odd ton of coal. I'm sure he'll agree. Do I have your permission to approach him?"
Before I could answer, Bessie, the scullery maid started to sob. Cook put her arm around her and muttered,
"Come on now Bessie. Bear up! That's no way to behave in front of his Lordship and Lady Olwen."
"Oh, I'm s...s...sorry," wailed the young woman. "I feel such a fool. Everybody here is willing to do their bit to save this household. I'm not contributing at all. I love working here. Knowing that Stevens pleasures you my Lady gives me such a lovely feeling in my tummy. I sometimes watch Constance eating cook's cunt and it excites me. Nobody looks twice at me. Look at these."
Bessie tugged down her apron and opened her blouse. Her tits were extremely underdeveloped, more like bee stings than those of a woman in her early twenties.
No-one said anything, and Bessie reached down and yanked the hem of her skirt up, revealing the fact that she wore no underwear. It wasn't the only thing that she revealed.
Hanging limp between her thighs was a man's cock! Admittedly, it looked rather pathetic in its flaccid condition, but a cock is a cock, regardless.
"Fucking hell!" I muttered.
"Bessie!" exclaimed Stevens angrily. "I thought that I'd made it plain when you were engaged as scullery maid that you would keep your personal details a secret!"
"You knew?" I asked Stevens, and he blushed.
"I did, your Ladyship," he confessed. "Bessie is my sister's daughter. Her other daughter, Sally, is what is known as a masher. She works on the music hall stage."
Stevens must have seen my look of incomprehension. He went on hurriedly,
"A masher is a woman, who dresses like a man who impersonates women," he explained. "There are certain women who are attracted to this type of thing. Sally is quite famous."