"You're so beautiful," he said and for the first time in her life Elizabeth felt pride.
The cool bedsheets felt exquisite on her abused buttocks and spasming rosebud as she gingerly relaxed on the bed.
Slowly he reached out, and one by one unclasped the leather straps of her head harness. Then, he unscrewed with studied and obviously expert deliberation the metal prongs holding her tongue splayed through the rubber cylinder in her mouth. With every twist of the screws Elizabeth groaned as blood rushed into her abused organ. Finally, he slowly pulled out the contraption from her tight little mouth and threw the leather harness all the way across the room.
"Does it hurt?" The Lord asked, and she saw the first sparks of tenderness in his severe expression.
Elizabeth nodded meekly. "I am so proud with you that you chose to do that for me," the Lord said as he slowly reached out and gently massaged the sides of her head and cheeks bringing relief to her distended muscles. Slowly she felt the pain subside, and her muscles relax. She had never before been pampered like that in her life. The tenderness of the most powerful man she had ever known overwhelmed her, and she started crying. The Lord bent down and carefully kissed away her tears taking time to playfully bite at her earlobes.
She was just about to say how grateful she was for his tenderness when he lifted a finger and placed it on her lips.
"You don't have permission to speak yet, dear one." He gathered her hair in his hands and swept it back to reveal her beautiful face to him. "I want you to lie back in my bed. I want you to serve me now, little one. Your Lord needs relief," he said, and Elizabeth scampered backward with a quiet whimper across his giant and very soft mattress. She laid herself back waiting for his orders.
"It is your first time doing this for me, I know. It will feel awkward, especially at first. It might help if you reach back and wrap your little hands in those beautiful auburn curls of yours." The Lord motioned at her mane of brown hair that had spilled across the crisp white bedsheets. "When you feel discomfort, I want you to pull on your hair and not let go until I'm finished. Do you understand?"
Elizabeth did not understand.
But she took a deep breath trying as best she could to relax and nodded her submission. She reached back and wrapped her fists in her hair stealing her nerves for her first real penetration ever.
She looked down between her heaving breasts as Lord Dixon moved to the foot of the bed. "Open your legs wide for me, sweetheart," the rich man ordered. Elizabeth obeyed and opened her legs feeling a deep blush of humiliation as her pussy opened for the Lord to see. Tiny rose petals of flesh peeked from between her thick curls.
"Very good, my dear. I want you now to bend your knees and put your feet flat on the bed. If you feel discomfort, distract yourself with your hair. Remember what I told you about pain – it is the way you submit to me. Now I want you to slowly spread your legs open. Don't stop until I tell you."
The Lord's heart warmed with feeling at the young teenager submitting herself to him so willingly and quietly accepting her fate as a quiet hiccup escaped her clenched lips. He wouldn't think of braking his promise to this delectable virgin. Her chastity was safe with him. He would instead start her training by breaking her in anally.
Elizabeth kept herself in position and forced her body to display itself widely for her first anal taking.
The Lord watched with obvious hunger as she revealed her virgin passage, her legs spreading wider yet, making the tendons on the inside of her thighs stand out with the strain. Her legs were spread over three feet, but she continued submissively forcing them further apart yet. Elizabeth could feel her pussy lips parting and the cold air of the room brush over the curly hairs of her love triangle and exposed rosebud of her anus below.
"Stay that way, now," the Lord said, and Elizabeth watched as her master started undressing. She had never seen him naked. It was true he had relieved himself in her mouth this morning, but it had been twilight, and he had been wearing his robe. She gasped when she saw the man as he stood and revealed himself in all his male glory before her trembling tenderness.
She knew he had to be at least fifty years old – almost three times her own age, but he was obviously in outstanding shape. His neck was thick like a bull's and easily flowed into his gigantic chest and shoulders. Her eyes stared unblinkingly as she absorbed the enormity that was Lord Dixon Frederick.
His abdomen was big and nicely transitioned into his gigantic and muscled thighs. Elizabeth gawked at his rock hard tumescence that had to measure at least ten inches in length and stood proudly as he leisurely stroked it. She watched mesmerized as he took a couple of steps closer to the bed.
What she found most striking, however, was how thickly covered in hair his entire body was! If it wasn't for his perfectly groomed head, face and delicate hands, Elizabeth felt as if she was in the presence of a wild beast from times ancient and evil!
Not an inch of his abdomen or thighs was free from thick black-and-white curls of hair. She could see his nipples pointing out from his chest which together with his proud manhood where the only vestiges of humanity on his torso.
Involuntarily her legs started closing again.
"Open your legs, Elizabeth! Be obedient and submit yourself to your Lord. I will now come into your body and ravish you like the prey you were meant to be."
Elizabeth trembled and loudly whimpered when she felt him grab her legs and use his strong muscles to effortlessly force her thighs further apart as he crawled in between her legs. He slowly situated his body so that his hard cock gently nuzzled itself against her widely splayed and very wet pussy. He moved his hips ever so slightly coating his thick sex in her juices. He used his left hand to lean in and envelop her breast as he used his right fist to reposition the head of his cock down against the rosebud of her tightness.
He was so heavy leaning against her aching chest that she involuntarily cried out and from the glint in his eye saw that he liked that. He slowly pushed forward so that the tip of his cock now gained purchase against her spasming sphincter.
Then he moved down and kissed her open panting lips. Elizabeth felt the Lord's mouth press against hers, and she thrust her own tongue meeting his as they sought each other out in a lustful dance of beastly passion.
Elizabeth felt him move around exploring her mouth and caressing her tongue as she felt his hard manhood slowly start on its inexorable journey ahead. He pushed forward nudging his way relentlessly into her hot body. Elizabeth took a deep breath knowing that any moment now Lord Dixon would spear right through her body's last defenses and take her anal virginity from her forever. Just then she felt his mouth latch onto her hers and his body plunge into her as if trying to meld them both into one being. His manhood traveled well past her reluctant opening as she screamed into his hungry mouth, her cries muffled by his insatiable kiss.
He was relentless. He plowed on mashing their mouths together and joining their lower bodies in a convulsion of ecstatic passion. Elizabeth suddenly felt a strange numbness in her fingers and realized she had been pulling on her hair so tightly that it had cut off the circulation in her hands. The pain in her scalp was almost indistinguishable from the plethora of sensations that coursed through her lower body. At one point, the Lord interrupted his slow plunge into her quivering tummy. He waited a minute and gave her a few moments to gather her wits before continuing to plow into her. This time, he didn't stop until all ten inches of his manhood were buried to the hilt and she felt the tingling sensation of his big hairy balls rub against her tiny pale cheeks.
When he bottomed out in her butt, the Lord breathed a deep sigh still keeping his mouth ensconced on her lips and almost suffocated her by drawing in all the air from her weekend lungs. Then he slowly resumed his back and forth slowly building up momentum.
She felt grateful then that he had taken the time to open her up with his hand earlier. Now his cock was forcing her tiny butt hole to stretch like it had never stretched before. Occasionally,
he would pull himself out to where only his head lingered at her entrance and then plunge back, in one swift motion.
She felt her insides move and adjust to his girth as he fucked her hard and fast riding his teenage servant for the first time ever. Elizabeth's cramps soon subsided replaced by a delicate wisp of warmth that soon grew and ballooned into a throbbing heat. She felt his Lordship move his hand down in between their bodies and having found her clit, he rapidly started pinching it in time to his forward thrusts.
Her screams echoed through the entire house as her body exploded with the pleasure of her first true anal orgasm.
Her butt had long ago given up the fight, and she felt him push forward and start convulsing as he emptied himself straight into her center. Elizabeth could only stare at her master’s hairy chest as he lifted himself and covered her entire body almost crushing her nose against his thick pectoral muscles.
Finally, his cock stopped shooting up her butt, and she felt it slowly begin to shrink. She whimpered in quiet shame realizing what was to follow. The Lord lifted himself on his elbows and looked down on her flushed and beautiful face covered in his sweat.
"Look at me, Elizabeth. Do not look away, do you understand?" His eyes were dead serious, and the petite girl nodded her understanding.
Soon she felt a hot sensation blossom in her insides where her Lord had suddenly started filling her tight little behind with his pee. He continued for a long time all the while keenly observing her expressive face as he drank in every last sign of her humiliation. Soon the first little cramp made her gasp in surprise as her eyes teared up and she openly started crying. He kissed her again and moved gently to the side leaning himself on the plush pillows as he continued ravishing his body-servant. He placed a possessive hand across her swelling abdomen and carefully caressed it.
At long last she felt him finish and slowly pull out."You can let go of your hair now," the Lord said. He kissed her again, this time on her perfect little nose. "You did beautifully. Your muscles down there shall remain relaxed for some time,” the Lord added as he pulled out his manhood with a loud pop followed by a quiet little fart that made them both chuckle.
"It is important that you try and keep most of what I put in there, in you. Do not allow any of it to dribble out and mess up the expensive rugs and floors. Okay?" As he spoke, he scooted up the bed and used her thick mane of shiny auburn curls to clean off his semi-erect tumescence. This made her head bob sideways a couple of times as his hold on her hair tugged at it.
"As my body-servant, I expect you to share my bed at night," he explained stretching himself out by the girl. "But first I want you to use my private washroom next door and clean yourself up. You can go now but come back quickly. I feel my bed growing cold and lonely without your presence, sweetheart," Lord Dixon said as he gently pinched her rosy cheeks.
The fullness in her belly and the absolute dominance of this powerful man somehow made her feel oddly complete. She scooted out of the bed and carefully holding both hands to her bottom lest offending droplets dribbled to the floor, she turned around and looked back at the clearly happy Lord. "Thank you, my Lord."
"You're too sweet," he replied, and she saw a genuine smile bathe his rugged features.
Having done her business on the commode, the beautiful eighteen-year-old then took a soothing warm bath before drying herself with the softest cotton towels she had ever seen.
Soon she was cuddled back in the arms of her Lord as he hugged her tightly. She didn't know if she was allowed to speak yet and so without even asking she reached back between their spooning bodies and having found his throbbing tumescence, she took it in her little fist. She heard the Lord gasp almost in surprise and for the first time she giggled.
Then she placed his tip back against her nether passage and felt him slowly push forward. He wasn't fully hard, but her fist helped him ensconce himself back into her tight confines. As she did it, she felt his big hand wrap itself around her breast that he gently squeezed as he nuzzled into her ear.
"Good night, my dear," he whispered.
"Good night, my Lord." For the first time in a long time, Elizabeth fell asleep with a big smile on her face.
*****
Elizabeth Begs for Her Lord's Guidance
Elizabeth’s eyes shot wide open as the brisk morning air suffused her lungs. Where was she? Who’s bed? Why was she naked like that? Oh Lord, there was somebody with her! A man? For an awful moment Elizabeth almost screamed for the creature sleeping beside her looked less like a person and more like one of those apes she had once seen at the zoo. Instinctively she covered her eyes and then peaked through her fingers looking up at his face. Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief. Everything came back like a surging tide and she remembered it all. My God, Lord Dixon was just so hairy, she thought. If it wasn’t for his face, he could easily pass for some scary creature of Greek legend. Again, she looked up to check. No, he was still sleeping. She snuggled up against her master’s warm body and buried her face into his side.
A warm flush washed over her as she remembered how it was that they had fallen asleep. He had used his tongue on her. He had teased her tiny jewel of pleasure as he held her legs open causing her untold shame and ecstasy until she had coated his face with the fruits of her passions.
As she lay in bed that morning, and patiently waited for him to wake up, she luxuriated in the heavy musk of his body. His scent made her think of wide open spaces and hay, and men on horseback. When she felt him stir, she carefully placed her hand down between his legs that he obligingly spread. His scrotum felt heavy and so very big in the palm of her hand. Had it only been a fortnight since she had agreed to become his body servant? It certainly felt more like an year!
Surely the events of the past days would suffice to render a young maiden’s imagination aflutter for many months. How had it all come about? Elizabeth frowned silently to herself. Maybe it was God’s answer to her feverish prayers she had made all those late nights begging Him to guide her to a life of more than the sullen drudgery typical in the slums of Birmingham. Then she silently rebuked her naughty thoughts. God would certainly have not encouraged the immorality that had so overwhelmed her every waking moment since she had met Lord Dixon! She ought to be ashamed of herself!
Elizabeth felt deep embarrassment at the memories that now threatened to overwhelm her impressionable mind. Dear God, some of the things Lord Dixon had made her do! They would surely make a seasoned street whore blush! How could she ever go back home after having behaved like that? Oh, dear God! Oh, the pleasure, the ecstasy, the humiliation — the pain!
She felt her master move by her, his skin cool to the touch, his body almost big enough to make her look like a toddler lying naked beside him like that. It was his fault. Yes, yes, it was! It had to be! She was a chaste girl, her parents’ little doe, naïve and virginal before she had met the dark Lord and his ways had corrupted her very soul. Penance was what was required. She shuddered.
“What is my little dove thinking of,” his voice was like a rumble of distant thunder — full of menace and adventure, its boom emanating directly into her as she lay pressed to his side. The tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stood on edge.
“Of you, my Lord, and of God.”
He chuckled. “That seems a bold way to describe me even if it comes from you, my sweet girl,” he laughed.
All of a sudden, Elizabeth felt like she wanted to cry. “I feel lost,” she said in a small voice and then buried her face pressing her lips and nose tightly against his side as if the pressure could somehow stifle the sobs threatening to burst out.
“You feel lost with me?” There was no rebuke in his voice, but merely concerned curiosity. She nodded her head and felt his big hands on her shoulders. He was such a big man. Everything about him was big, Elizabeth thought with a tremor. She looked up at him.
“But it is more than that,” she said sniffling. “I think that when I agreed to come work for you, I was just running awa
y.”
The man yawned, stretched, and turned to face her in the large four-post bed. It now gently enveloped them with the heat of a long night’s sleep. Gently, tenderly, almost gingerly, he reached under her arms and pulled her up resting her head on his pillow. He brushed back her chestnut curls unveiling her frown as he looked straight into her eyes that were moist with tears.
“Tell me more, sweet child. I want you to share what troubles you.” His arms relaxed on her back holding her chest tightly pressed against his. She felt his strong heart beating against her breasts that suddenly felt heavy and tingly.
“My parents take me to church every Sunday,” she explained. “We are Presbyterian.”
“Of course,” he smiled. “Aren’t we all.”
She nodded. “You have to hear our pastor’s sermons. They are simply awful.” Her disgust made Lord Dixon chuckle. “Trite and simple, I don’t know if the man has even read the Bible. It sounds like he’s merely going through the motions, my Lord,” she said. “I had always hated going to church even as a little girl, but now -- I think it is the pastor’s fault. It is not my doing that I find his services boring, for I truly, truly long for God to inspire me and fill my heart with the grace I know it is capable of.”
Lord Dixon brought his right hand out from between their bodies and gently caressed her face, his fingers trailing across her delicate oval cheeks. His palm almost engulfed her entire head and she suppressed an involuntary shudder. He was so big and strong… And yet – also so very gentle with her. In his presence she felt safe and secure like never before in her entire life.
“Go on, sweet child,” he encouraged her gently.
“I don’t know –,” for a moment she seemed at a loss for words but then looked up. “Sometimes I feel like I’m a musical instrument, a harp perhaps, and there are chords in me that yearn to be plucked for the first time – – at least once.”
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