Elizabeth, His Lordship’s Demure Body-Servant. Ten Volume Compilation

by Alex Carlsbad

  "Now, Elizabeth. Take my cum," the Lord ordered.

  Elizabeth quickly let go of her titties and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Her hands fell to his thick scrotum and gently started massaging the throbbing balls within.

  "Oh my God, wench! This is beautiful!"

  Suddenly her Lord’s hot seed flooded her mouth. There was so much of it that Elizabeth was frightened that she was going to have to swallow to keep it from overflowing. She felt an overwhelming urge to gag at first but managed to control it as she massaged his spasming testicles.

  She felt him reach down and place his large hand along her small wrists holding her still. She looked up and saw him through the tears in her eyes as he sternly nodded and said, "You did well for a first time, Elizabeth. Thank you, sweetheart."

  Elizabeth felt his cock slowly start to soften. "Gently slide your lips off and sit back on your heels." She carefully pulled back and for the first time felt the taste of the mouthful of cream her master had given her.

  Her Lord had filled her mouth with cum! The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine and made her feel lightheaded. Elizabeth forced herself to concentrate and began to savor the fluid in her mouth.

  She didn't find it all that agreeable. It was thick and slimy with a strong pungent texture that she wouldn't seek out again if her master didn't order her so. She did not like its taste, but she knew she would swallow his seed if he so desired.

  Lord Dixon had shifted back so that now he was leaning in his chair as he carefully picked up his cup of tea and took a careful sip.

  He couldn't suppress a nod of appreciation at the petite eighteen-year-old girl kneeling at his feet. Had he not just emptied himself in her small hot mouth, the sight of her beautiful large quivering breasts while she concentrated on breathing through her nose, would have made him cum right there and then.

  Her flesh was creamy white, and her large dark-red areolae were almost too big for her breasts. In spite of the generous and big for her body breasts, they nonetheless defied gravity, and her nipples pointed upwards as if begging to be kissed. He loved how expressive her features were. Right now, her little eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration as she undoubtedly was learning the taste of his cum. The Lord hadn't paid much attention to her bush yesterday, but today, in the open daylight of his spacious bedroom, he appreciated the thickness and the deep auburn of her pubic hair that so nicely contrasted against the white skin of her thighs.

  Lord Dixon Frederick stared at Elizabeth for a long moment without saying a word, and she could feel herself grow hotter with every heartbeat. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to grab her clothes and run back to the safety of her home. She would have gasped had it not been for her full mouth when Lord Dixon suddenly stood and walked up to the kneeling teenager.

  "Don't you dare swallow my come or let any of it go to waste on the ground, little one," He warned her. He placed his hands on her head and slowly ran them through her thick curly hair enjoying its lush thickness. He then let them roam down the column of her gracile neck. Delectable goosebumps immediately popped up along her arms, and he observed with delight how her succulent nipples tightened visibly. Yes indeed, she was a veritable treasure – responsive and innocent to the very core.

  Lord Dixon knelt and kept careful observation of her face he took her nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and squeezed them. As he did that, he noticed a vein in her neck begin to throb more rapidly. That was when he pinched her nipples harder yet. Elizabeth's face scrunched up in a silent pout as she groaned through her nose. Her body swayed forward toward him.

  How curious, the Lord thought, she moved closer to the source of her pain and not away? Hmmm, maybe she would also be a good test-subject for his little indoctrination experiments that were his hobby. He would have to give this some serious consideration.

  Lost in thought the Lord walked back and resumed his seat. He could see in the consternation of Elizabeth's expression that she was growing more and more anxious by the minute to be allowed to empty her mouth.

  "Perhaps now would be a good time for me to tell you about your new responsibilities here. They are not complicated, mind you." The Lord waved as he spoke. “You will be expected to do my laundry and keep my bedroom suite clean and tidy. Also, you will have the honor of emptying my night chamber and bathing me. This you shall do very much the same way like when you used your titties to massage oil into the skin of my cock – using your body. Massaging your master with your naked body is an art and takes practice. I think, however, that given your innate sensuality, you will be a fast learner." Lord Dixon enjoyed the deepening consternation that clouded the features of his beautiful young servant as he spoke.

  "Also, sometimes, I will take you with me during long trips or when I'm too busy to take a break and use the toilet. In moments like these, it shall be your duty to relieve me with your mouth. I know that you probably won’t appreciate that aspect of your obligations, but I am told it gets easier with time."

  Lord Dixon loved to see the violence with which these last words made her blush. "You see, my little one, I am an important businessman as well as Lord of this county. Frequently I have to participate in interminable board meetings of the different companies I own. These gatherings are very intense and do not lend themselves to easy interruptions. In cases such as these, you will be placed in the corner of the room with your back to the proceedings. I will have a small service bell that I'll ring for you to come and relieve me when needed."

  He gave her a few moments to absorb what he had just told her. "Tell me, sweet girl, do you think you'll be able to do that and be a good little body-servant for your Lord? Use your head to nod yes or no."

  He admired her strength of will as he watched her gingerly and with quivering trepidation slowly inch her head up and down acquiescing to her new obligations.

  "Excellent, my dear. Clearly I chose wisely in picking you. You are a natural submissive. You should be proud for very few women in this world are born with a predisposition to serve like you." For the first time since she had met the man, Elizabeth saw the Lord smile. It was not a warm smile, but rather one of mere delight at a job well done.

  "Now, sweet wench, swallow,” he ordered. Elizabeth knew that she should have been furious. After all, she was a chaste virgin intent on staying that way. Certainly not a wench! But something about the entire situation and her new responsibilities made her shiver with excitement as she swallowed. She had to force herself and swallow a couple of times to get all of his cream down. Then, she ran her tongue around her mouth and made sure that she had swallowed it all. Finally, she looked up expectantly at her Lord.

  "Well, little one, how do you like it?"

  Elizabeth wasn't sure whether the Lord was asking about her opinion of her obligations, the taste of his cum, or the way he had used her titties earlier. However she answered easily enough, “If your Lordship doesn't mind, I don't think so much of the taste. But I will suck your cock again whenever you want me to." By his smile, Elizabeth could tell she had given the right answer. Her master was pleased.

  That was when she realized she was actually crying. Tears were now pouring down her face in open abandon as small hiccups convulsed her body at the humiliation she was made to endure. The young impressionable eighteen-year-old had no possible knowledge or experience to fall back upon and make sense of the new events taking place in her life. They were too much for her young mind to grasp.

  "Very well, sweet little one,” he said. "I feel I owe you a measure of reward for your diligence and efforts so far. Here, let me teach you another way a body-servant is expected to serve," the Lord motioned her to stand. "Today I am going to London on business. I will be back in the evening. Now I will dress, and you my dear, shall shine my shoes." Elizabeth nodded her understanding and looked around the room seeing his brightly shining expensive shoes placed by his desk. They appeared quite clean indeed, but she decided not to contest her Lord's wis
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  She watched as her master slowly donned the clothes and before putting his shoes on took a seat. "Bring my shoes over and put them on my feet." That was easy enough, Elizabeth decided, and she quickly helped her Lord get his footwear on. Carefully she tied his shoelaces and diligently made sure they were properly fastened. She had never had to tie another person's shoes before and so found it a bit awkward at first but quickly learned.

  "Good. The way I want you to polish them for me is by first using your tongue to wet and clean them." She gasped audibly at that, and her master admired that even though he had not forbidden her to speak, the young girl had naturally opted to keep quiet as much as possible. Obviously, however, this last instruction had tipped some sort of balance, and she blurted out, "Lick your shoes with my tongue, my Lord?” she quickly added, her face aghast at the notion.

  "Yes." The Lord said a tinge of severity creeping into his voice. It made her shiver, and she submissively lowered her head. "Yes, but that is not all. You are to then use that hot little bush of yours to buff my shoes to a high shine. Can you do that for me?" The Lord placed his hand on her chin making her meet his eyes. Elizabeth blushed violently and moaned hopelessly before finally nodding yes. Without another word, the Lord gently patted her cheek and nodded her to commence.

  Luckily, she thought, his shoes were indeed virtually brand-new. As she licked, gingerly at first, Elizabeth slowly started losing her initial deliberation and applied herself to the task with the usual attentiveness of a schoolgirl doing her homework. It wasn't until the Lord barked his next command that Elizabeth found her reluctance surge up again.

  "The soles, don't forget to clean the soles." She moaned pitifully but knelt lower and adjusted herself so that now she could lick under his shoe that he had helpfully raised so she could lick its underside.

  Apparently his Lordship didn't walk out and about very much for the sole of his shoe was mercifully pristine below as it was on top. Elizabeth shuddered to think what it would feel like to have to lick his shoes clean after his visit to a village or a farm. Finally done with his right shoe, the Lord put down his right foot and nodded for her to commence on his left.

  "Now polish." Came the order.

  Elizabeth moaned helplessly and waited for him to cross his legs before grabbing hold onto his knee. She slowly squatted over his shoe. She placed her virginal opening across the black leather and inexplicably felt her heat down there start to rise again as she looked down at the contrast between her quite skin and the shiny black austerity of her Lord's footwear.

  Slowly Elizabeth lowered herself on the balls of her feet holding on to the man's knee with one hand and the chair with the other as she finally brought her sex against the leather. With careful deliberation, she started moving up and down along his shoe.

  "Faster, sweetie." Directed the Lord. "You need to work yourself up so that your secretions down there can lubricate my leather. Here, I think that will help," he said and brought his hand up to cup her chin in his palm as he slipped his thumb into her mouth. "Suck on my thumb and imagine it is my cock, Elizabeth. Wiggle your love triangle over my shoe and think about how you want me to take your virginity from you."

  Slowly, Elizabeth jerked back and forth and gulped in air through her nose, and she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his big thumb against her tongue. She started sobbing with sensations as she felt him reach across and hold her forehead almost tenderly with his free hand. She whimpered and moaned helplessly as her legs quivered while she moved up and down his shoe as he used his grip on her chin and his thumb in her mouth to guide her this way and that.

  "Open your eyes, sweetie," he commanded. "I want to see how your soul loses itself to your building lust." Elizabeth dutifully opened her eyes and stared into Lord Dixon's pitiless orbs as she sped up her motions jerking herself to the second climax of her life while squatting naked on the balls of her feet before her master.

  Suddenly, her excitement exploded, and she felt it rippling up and down her spine with shocking power and suddenness. Elizabeth shook and trembled with only the second rapture of her young life as her lithe muscles contracted in uncontrollable spasms. Her love opening squirted a pale colorless liquid across his shoe that she lathered up and down with her quivering pelvis. He waited for her throbbing excitement to subside before using his thumb to direct her to his other shoe.

  There her master made her undergo yet another climax as she brought his loafer to a pristine shine.

  Finally, he let go of her mouth letting her tumble back exhausted in a whimpering heap as he stood. "You did very well indeed, sweet baby,” he said collecting himself and straightening out his suit. "When I return tonight, I shall take you in my bed and show you yet other ways to serve me."

  "Yes master," Elizabeth whispered, her voice husky and low with exertion and excitement.

  "Now, go kneel facing the corner of the room and place your hands behind your neck interlacing your fingers under your hair." Lord Dixon ordered. "I shall instruct the butler to check in on you at random times and make sure you keep your assigned position. You will be severely punished if you don't."

  "Yes, my Lord," Elizabeth said wiping away the tears from her high cheekbones as she immediately stood and scurried to kneel facing the wall awaiting her master's return.

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  3. Elizabeth Learns That She Is a Natural-Born Submissive

  The seconds soon coalesced into minutes, and the minutes – into hours. Time that had been so painfully slow while she served his Lordship slowed down even more now that she was waiting for his return. Elizabeth knelt on the hardwood floor resting on the heels of her feet. Naked and facing the corner, she had been told to remain still. He would be back later tonight, he had said. It was too long. She wanted him here, now. It was only her first full day as a member of his household staff and Elizabeth was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was still plenty she had to learn.

  Her legs were tired, and her knees hurt. Her hands, clasped behind her head, under her hair had grown cold and tingly. Elizabeth had long ago blinked away the tears that had been caused by the pins and needles from her kneeling position. His Lordship had said that he would be sending his butler over to check in on her. The silence in the bedroom suite was stultifying and omnipresent. He had said something about it all being a process.

  “A process of indoctrination, my dear,” he had called it. Elizabeth wondered how long it would be before she was accepted as a full ranking member of his Lordship's household. Now that her parents had virtually given up on her, he was all she had.

  Suddenly the door opened, and Elizabeth heard herself gasp.

  "Shush, little one," came a gruff male voice. "You don't have permission to speak." She felt a man stand behind her ramrod straight back and pass his hands through her thick auburn curls as they cascaded down to her waist. "I am Mr. Reginald, his Lordship's butler. Our master has asked me to check in on you, wench,” he said clinically enunciating every sound as if testing for her response. She didn't move an inch but collected herself for whatever was to follow.

  "I have a couple of things I need to do to you today, sweetheart. You can consider it all a test if you want." She almost jumped when she felt the man's big cold hand wrap itself around the nape of her neck. Soon it was joined by his other fist and his fingers circled and tightened, suddenly constricting her air. She panicked and almost released her grasp behind her neck.

  "Keep your position and don't move. You are being trained, little one. I shall not harm you, but I'm merely testing your responsiveness."

  Trained? Her responsiveness? Her responsiveness to being strangled?! What was this man talking about? She just wanted to serve her Lord as best she could.

  His hands squeezed tighter and Elizabeth's vision narrowed and then she saw sparks flitter across her eyes. She felt uncontrollable shivers suddenly overwhelm her, and if it wasn't for the butler's support, she would have tumbled like a fluttering leaf to the ground.r />
  Finally, he released his hold on her small neck, and she coughed loudly as precious air filled her lungs.

  "Good,” he said.

  For some minutes, she heard the man speak but her foggy mind couldn’t make out the words. "– You will have to do better than this next time. His Lordship will like to take you up your bum. It is so much more thrilling when your insides quiver while you are being choked. Speaking of which –" the man's voice trailed off, and Elizabeth felt him suddenly spread her cheeks wide. A cold, dry, thick finger suddenly frilled her butt applying pressure against her virgin opening.

  "Please, sir –" her voice was raspy.

  "Shush, little one. Don't speak. Remember? Or do you want me to spank you?" Elizabeth flushed deeply. She had never been spanked before in her life. But neither had anybody touched her back there like that. It felt intimate and horribly shameful.

  The man increased the pressure and suddenly the first knuckle of his finger dove through her nether opening. She hissed at the sudden discomfort but forced herself to stand as still as possible. Her nails dug into the back side of her hands where she clasped them behind her neck. The man kept the tip of his finger embedded until her spasming muscle slowly calmed down.

  Then he pushed in further.

  Up to his second knuckle and stopped again. He squatted behind Elizabeth and saw cold sweat bloom along her innocent white skin. She started taking in fast, shallow breaths.

  A sharp slap echoed from the walls before the pain of his hand where it had imprinted across her left buttock reached her shocked mind. "You will hyperventilate and faint if you keep breathing like that. You need to slow down."

  Elizabeth knew he was right and forced her lungs to still themselves. But failed miserably as her labored breath suddenly caught in her throat making her hiccup and convulse. She felt dizzy and lightheaded.

  "Here, let me help you." The man reached around and suddenly placed his free hand across her panting lips, his fingers pinching her nose shut. He held it there until oxygen became a priority and her face almost went blue. Then he let go, and she was deeply grateful to be allowed to breathe. She would be good now, she told herself. She would breathe the way the man wanted and not hyperventilate.