I'm sure all you sexy perverts will be happy to know I've returned to posting BDSM erotica. This one a Victorian fantasy. Humiliaton, spanking, and anal. Probably a bunch of others I forget to mention. I posted links to my non-erotic stories yesterday or the day before.
Mary grew up on the estates of Lord Harrison. Her mother was the maid. As a child she used to play with Andrew, the heir. He devised a game called Master and the Maid. He would tell her what to do and she would do it. It was an innocent game at first. But when they were teenagers the game changed. She remembered the first time he ordered her to strip. He was the first boy to see her naked. He called her beautiful. He kissed her. She lived for the game. Time alone spent with Master Andrew became harder to come by as he accepted his increasing responsibilities.
“I’m going to punish you today,” he told her. It was the first thing he said since he whispered the name of game into her ear. “Father says a good Lord has to punish his servants from time to time.” She bent over his lap and pulled up her skirts. He pulled off her undergarments. She squeaked in protest of the indecency. “Good servants don’t question their betters. Are you questioning me?” She shook her head. She started to feel a wicked warmth in her unmentionables. She came to know it often in the proceeding months. She had no idea what it meant.
The first slaps were tentative but still harsh. She found herself crying out. The pace became quicker. The sting more painful. The warmth increased. She felt a stickiness leaking from her thighs. It felt good. It felt right. She cried out in pleasure at each spank. She felt a hardness near underneath her. She felt it before when he made her stroke him. She never saw the member. Just felt it in her hand. Since she did his laundry it was a secret between them.
He stopped spanking her to rub her buttocks. She rubbed against his cock. “Little slut,” he called her. She flushed but didn’t argue. He was the master after all.
“Please, my lord,” she begged. “Put it inside me.”
“Down on the ground, whore.” She obeyed. She always obeyed him. He took in the view of her down on all fours like an animal. Pulling his pants off he bent down and spat into her ass. “Father says whores take it in the ass to avoid getting with child. Since you’re a whore that’s where I’ll put it.”
As he thrust himself inside of her she gasped. It felt so good. “Thank you, master.” He started slow. Building up to a faster and harder pace. She felt a fire growing inside of her. The harder he fucked her the bigger it got.
“Dirty bitch,” he grunted. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she admitted. “Ohhh.” An explosion happened inside of her. Her pussy clenched and her legs quaked. She’d never felt anything so good. Master kept fucking her. Soon she felt his cock explode in her. He collapsed on top of her before pulling out. She felt so empty without him inside. She wanted him there forever. “Thank you, master.” She said instead.
“You’re good maid and a better whore,” He told her before kissing her. He left first. She couldn’t find her underthings after he left.
They were together only five times after that. Once the very next morning. She’d been sent to wake him. She saw his cock making a little tent underneath the sheet. She couldn’t resist. Closing the door as quietly as possible she sneaked over to bed. She pulled the sheets aside first then his pyjamas just below his magnificent cock. She stroked it before inspiration struck. She once caught a maid on her knees in front of the butler as a child. Giggling at the memory she opened her mouth and dived for his dick. He tasted amazing. She swirled her tongue all over it. She moved down trying to get as much of him in her as possible. On the way back up she saw he was awake.
“Good morning, master,” she greeted him.
“You dirty cunt,” he smiled. “Don’t stop now.” She continued looking into his eyes. She bobbed as fast as she could manage. She wanted him to feel the way he did when he was fucking her. She felt the fire start again. “That’s it, you dirty whore. Make me cum. Ahh. Your mouth feels so good.” She took a break to catch her breath and stroke him.
“I love being your whore, Master. I was born to serve you.” She closed her mouth around his shaft again. She lost herself in the rhythm. The fire grew bigger. She tasted something salty coming out of the head of his penis. She licked it up when it started pulsing. More of the salty liquid burst onto her tongue. It was the most delicious thing she ever tasted.
She looked up at him and swallowed. She kissed the head of his cock. “Thank you, master.”
The second was at the river again. He punished her again. He told her the explosion was an orgasm. She wasn’t allowed to ever do that without his permission. After he forced her to her knees and made her open her mouth. He used it like he used her ass. Pounding it down her throat. She loved every moment of it.
“Filthy little whore,” He called her. “This is what your good for. Having your holes used for my pleasure.” He pulled her off his cock to let her breathe. It was a brief moment before he forced her back. He forced his cock all the way in. She felt proud of that. Being able to take his whole cock. He smiled down at her. He pulled her off and stroked his cock until his semen splashed over her face.
The third and fourth time he took her ass again. The last time was her favorite and her least favorite.
It was the night before he left for college. She’d cried herself to sleep when he came into her room. She didn’t wake until he was all ready inside her. Not in her mouth or ass but her pussy. Whispering in her ear what a whore she was. That she was his.
“Yes, master,” she moaned. She begged him to let her cum. He felt so good taking her roughly. Pulling on her hair to control her. Not that he needed to. He was in complete command of her.
“Cum for me, slut,” he ordered. This explosion was better. She was clenching around his cock. Making him feel better. He bit her neck as she felt him explode.
“Oh, thank you, master.” He lay next to her silent for a time. His fingers tracing patterns on her arm.
“I’ll miss you, Mary,” he told her. Tears streamed from her face. He brushed them away. “None of that my beautiful cunt.” His fingers brushed her lips. “I’m going to take your other two holes. So we’ll always have this night.” She nodded eagerly as he pushed her head down. She tasted herself on his cock mixed with semen. She took him deeper and deeper. She wanted it to last forever but all too soon she was swallowing his cum.
He pulled her up again. He made her lie on her stomach as he spanked her. She welcomed the pain. It replaced the ache of his impending leave-taking.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you, slut?” He asked.
“No, master.”
“Because it makes me hard.” He loved the sight of her ass turning red. The sound as his hand connected with her flesh. The sting in his hand. Her moans. But what he loved most of all was how she would lift her ass into the air to await the next blow.
He slipped his hand into her pussy and felt the how wet she was. He used her own juices to lube her asshole and then his cock. “Beg for it, you pathetic cunt.”
“Please, master. Fuck my ass. Take what’s yours one last time. Please, Master. Your whore needs to feel you inside her. I’m—Ahh.” He thrust inside her before she could finish. He wasn’t gentle this time. He fucked her as hard as he could. She loved every minute of it. Being used for his pleasure was what she was made for. “Master, thank you. Thank you for using this pathetic slut.”
She moaned as he took her. The rougher he was the more she liked it. He wanted it to last forever but he knew he couldn’t.
“Please, Master, may I cum? You fuck me so good. This whore needs to cum again. Please, Master.”
“Cum, you cock mad skank. Cum with my cock up your ass.”
“Thank yoooou, my looooord,” she said exploding inside. He followed her soon.
He kissed her. “I love you, Master.”
“And I love you, whore.”
That was the last thing he said to her for years.