Applying a little more of his weight behind it he pressed his cock until her tiny sensitive ring opened giving way to his inevitable progress. A gentle fart escaped and she whimpered.
“Shush, Papa has you. Don’t worry.” It was not the first time the Lord was taking her there and he knew that her little protestations had more to do with the unusual nature of her ravishment than with any real pain. One small additional push and her bowels sealed around his head gently commencing to suction it into her body. Her tiny sphincter felt exquisitely tight around his girth as he edged forth.
Elizabeth’s hands were now pulling tightly against her hair in futile little attempts to distract herself from her body’s struggles to accept him. Even though Lord Dixon did not want to cause her any pain, he was intent on eliciting at least a measure of strain on her part as she struggled to adapt to his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into her. He let go of her knees and leaned himself forward gently gripping her narrow waist. Then he brought himself down covering her quivering body with his massive chest as he held himself over her with his hands so as not to touch her except for where his cock lay buried inside.
He felt her start to tremble with the onset of her orgasm, her neck straining, her lips moist and flushed. Slowly he brought his mouth up against hers allowing her to pry at his lips with her feverish tongue. He kissed her back. She was panting now, breathing through him as she started hungrily sucking at his tongue. He was almost all the way in and froze in place giving her a moment to re-adjust to his presence. He was surprised to feel moisture blossom along his cock’s surface as he slowly drew it back and forth without any sort of apparent pain from her. Her bowel was secreting a soft lacquer coating the pistoning intruder and smoothing out the experience into a veritable delight for both of them.
He looked down at her radiant face. Her eyes were wide and staring back at him. She was a real beauty. But more than that, he thought, “There’s a whole universe waiting to be unveiled in her soul.”
He made himself a promise to learn more about her right then, and felt a welcoming joy fill his heart at the future that lay ahead. He reached down placing his hand on the girls hot, moist pussy and he started to gently agitate it as he languidly fucked her ass. She groaned, and he felt his cock begin to pulse and jerk. Their grunts of pleasure mingled and filled the room. He increased his pace as he thrust deep within her feverishly fondling her clit as he thrilled at the passion he had caused his nubile apprentice.
She was a sensual and beautiful creature and Lord Benedict silently commended himself for having perceived earlier her innate need for his dominance. She needed him as badly as he needed her. He opened his eyes and drank in the image of her gorgeous face, flush with her excitement, her nostrils flaring as she looked back at him with grateful eyes.
Lord Dixon realized he was beginning to like Elizabeth. In fact, he was starting to like her quite a lot indeed.
******
Elizabeth Bathes Her Master
It took them the better part of a long delicious hour to recover from the ecstasy they had just experienced. From the way their bodies lay intertwined in the giant four-poster bed, Elizabeth couldn’t quite say where her feet ended and her master’s legs began. It was a delicious feeling and she stubbornly refused to open her eyes. She was breathing in small gasps, the weight of his massive torso and shoulders pressing down on her as if attempting to imprint her pointy nipples and womanly form into the soft mattress of the bed.
She couldn’t quite see him behind her but she felt his long languid member still tightly ensconced within her bum, its tip all the way in, somewhere behind where her bellybutton was. She felt a sharp tingle of tremors down her spine as she imagined his manhood to be a live creature, a snake perhaps, with a mind and soul of its own. It was asleep now, snug and warm having devoured its meal and now patiently digesting it, extracting nourishment before it reawakened to hunt again.
“Dandrig Yogi?” she whispered. Lord Dixon chuckled softly, his breath felt wonderfully effervescent against the nape of her neck where it lifted tufts of curls like a cool breeze on a hot spring day.
“Tantric Yoga,” he corrected her with a big smile in his voice.
“Tantric Yoga” she repeated diligently enunciating the words.
“Tantric Yoga is the art of finding spiritual enlightenment by challenging the human body’s perception of pleasure and pain, sweetheart.”
“Pain, my Lord?” She heard her own voice catch.
“Yes, indeed, pain, my dear Elizabeth,” Lord Benedict said. “You will find that what common people say is hurtful, is pleasure taken to an extreme. I will show you what I mean at some point, but for now perhaps just imagine me licking you down here,” he placed one of his long fingers across her clitoral hood gently pushing it back until her private button of shame was unveiled. “But imagine me licking you there incessantly for days on end-,” he flicked at her clit sending tight sparks through her body. She whined softly. “-Until it felt like that!”
“Ouch!” She jumped as if a thunderbolt had struck her. He had grasped her jewel using only the nails on his forefinger and thumb squeezing it remorselessly like with pliers before letting it go. Sparks of throbbing agony shot all the way from the roots of her hair down to her twitching toes. A familiar wetness blossomed hidden deep within her soft triangle of chastity.
With shameful anguish she felt the python pushed within her belly awake.
“But this hurts!” Elizabeth whimpered.
“It is supposed to hurt, young lady,” her master chided her softly kissing the back of her graceful neck. He licked a drop of moisture from her skin. “Your sweat tastes better than honey, honey,” he laughed. “Especially when it is your shame that makes you blush.”
“Oh, my Lord, you are evil,” she sniveled in halfhearted protest.
“Yes, indeed, that I am, sweet child. Very evil indeed.” The way he said it made Elizabeth wonder whether he was jesting or truly meant it. Why did she always feel such strife and conflict in his presence, she wondered.
“I think, sweet Lizzy, that you rather like it when I am evil. Especially when I am evil with you.” Before Elizabeth had an opportunity to reply, he sucked in viciously lifting a morsel of delectable soft skin and holding it pinched between his teeth marking her neck.
Elizabeth hissed sucking in air between clenched teeth, her body rigid with discomfort but did not scream or even pull away. Her tormentor felt his cock slowly come back to life as it lay buried deep within her bowel.
Elizabeth was a true little natural submissive. Fate had guided the docile girl straight to him and it made Lord Benedict feel blessed. He closed his eyes and gave thanks to the myriad spirits of the universe and his ancestors for having made him the way he was and placed him in a position of power that permitted him to enact the deepest and darkest of his desires with impunity. With a loud sucking noise, he released her neck and looked to see the sharp pointy marks that his canines had left upon the young flesh.
“Can you feel me? I am coming awake again,” he asked in a semi-playful whisper against Elizabeth’s ear.
She nodded. “Yes, my Lord I do feel – you… come a-awake,” she said in a quivering voice attempting to gather herself for yet another anal plunder. Her master was insatiable.
“Shhhhh, little one. Don’t cry. Don’t worry. I have work to do today. If I give in to your seductive charms and take you yet again, I might just surrender and decide to spend the entire day in your company.” Elizabeth’s breath caught in her chest. Would he really do it? Even though every time they spent together was saturated with naughtiness and dirty acts that would leave her soul squirming for many hours afterwards, Elizabeth pined for her Lord’s company every moment he was away.
“Unfortunately, I cannot. I will have to leave you at least for a while and try to apply myself to the mundane activities that go with my title,” the Lord said. “I have to go to London for work. But first, be a good little body servant and service m
e.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Elizabeth smiled with genuine pleasure. She was grateful that the heavy curtains were still drawn across the big floor-to-ceiling windows. She didn’t want her master to see the deep blush that had just bloomed across her face and chest. Naughty thoughts washed over her as she gently squirmed out from under his prostrate body extricating herself from its weight. She had to pull and strain against him before his semi-erect penis pulled free from her sphincter with an audible pop. Taking a deep breath and marshaling her strength she turned to face her master’s grinning face.
She smiled timidly. “Could you please lie on your back, my Lord?”
“I could, but I shall not,” he laughed quietly again, his voice making her breasts feel heavy and hot all of a sudden. “It is a body-servant’s duty to service her master, not the other way round. You arrange me the way you want me. It is true, you are young and rather small, but there is no time like the present to start getting accustomed to your work. Bear up and put your back into it.”
He watched her dumbfounded expression. It made him want to pinch her cheeks and kiss her lips. She was so innocent. But even though he understood he was being harsh and unnecessarily coarse with the girl, Lord Benedict had a reason to behave the way he was.
The last couple of days he had become aware of a change that had started to come over him. Regardless of how hard he tried to combat them, he had started to develop feelings for his young servant-girl. This was a serious problem. One he was completely unaccustomed to experiencing. Never before had he found it difficult to steel his heart and control his emotions. Up until the moment he had met young virginal Elizabeth, he had never had a problem using a girl and then, once her services had been properly remunerated, dropping her by the wayside. Recently he was finding it ever more difficult to picture himself letting go of his little Lizzie. He had decided to try to distance himself from her emotionally by making her do ever more demeaning and awkward tasks. Now, seeing her charming little pout, he was starting to question that approach as well.
Elizabeth grumbled quietly and sat up on her haunches squaring her shoulders and calling out her muscles to do the heavy lifting necessary to move her master’s body the way she needed in the bed. His arms weighed almost as much as tree trunks. Yet, she somehow managed to arrange them gently angled sideways from his torso. But when it came to maneuvering his lower limbs, she had to stand and crouch as if lifting a barrel. Elizabeth was sure his legs and thighs weighed more than she did herself. Finally, her body covered with a glistening sheen of sweat, she managed to set him up lying with limbs stretched in the form of the letter X and waiting for her true work to begin.
Being a body-slave was still very new to the young woman. Instinctively however, she sensed that it was precisely the novelty of her situation and timidity of her actions that truly excited not only the Lord but also her. She lay back down in the bed placing herself on her right side along her master and licked her lips moistening her mouth in preparation for what she intended to do. She snuck a quick glance up at him and saw him smile like a little boy on Christmas morning, his eyes closed, a picture of contentment washing across his noble features.
She brought herself closer to him and kissed her master just beneath his armpit. She flattened her tongue letting her saliva moisten it as she began licking him like a kitten lapping at milk. A gentle hum of encouragement escaped his lips as she wound her way up under his dark bush beneath his shoulder. Unexpectedly Elizabeth felt wetness blossom between her legs and for a stultifying instant she worried that she might have wet herself again. But the musky aroma that quickly wafted up to her flared nostrils told her otherwise.
As much as Elizabeth still found it difficult to admit, even to herself, she enjoyed the way her master tasted. She liked to savor him everywhere. This realization made her breath catch as a wild tremor convulsed her lithe muscles. She took in a deep breath allowing her mind to drift. Her mouth watered as she remembered how his cream had felt in her mouth when he had spilled himself there for the first time. She had been completely unprepared. He had had to hold her down using his hands to grip her tightly in place. She had been petrified by the nasty act. But once she had swallowed his gift and her tremors of anxiety had subsided, Elizabeth had realized with shameful trepidation she wanted more.
Now she carefully licked his skin diligently washing inch by square inch every precious spot of his body as he quietly relaxed under her efforts. Soon she heard him drift back into light sleep as his breath evened out. Elizabeth felt warm pride fill her heart. She was doing well at her main responsibility -- to diligently make sure of her master’s comforts and cleanliness. Slowly, with practiced industry, she gave herself to the task at hand. Elizabeth smiled silently for she had realized some days ago how much she loved her job and she knew it would take a while before she would be done. Lord Dixon was a big man and her tongue was so very small.
Outside the sun was climbing higher in the sky, and now purple rays were lancing through the heavy curtains coloring everything in bawdy tones as they washed over the room. Elizabeth gently licked her way out from under his left armpit sliding across his bulging pectoral muscles. Even though his arms and back and most of his torso were thickly covered in hair, Lord Benedict’s chest was sleek and smooth, his areolas were a dark sensual color that made Elizabeth’s belly thrum with excitement. She kissed her way up to his nipple that she then lovingly subsumed into her mouth suckling on it and feeling it grow taut under her tongue. Little whimpers involuntarily escaped her throat as she tried to concentrate on her master’s body careful to pace herself so that she didn’t get to the prize between his legs too quickly.
Leisurely, she licked across his broad chest laving his skin and then nibbling playfully at his neck before gingerly letting her lips trace onto his face. Now her moans were positively audible and she couldn’t stop herself. With a start Elizabeth realized his eyes were open and locked on hers. So green, they looked like shining emeralds. It was the first time she noticed his eyes were green and not dark-brown. How strange, she thought. Maybe it was because of the odd reflections from outside.
Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the look he gave her. It had been relaxed and gleeful before, but now it appeared hungry and ravenous. Even though it had been almost a month since she last wore any clothing in his presence, now Elizabeth felt uncomfortably naked as if stripped for the very first time before him. She paused for a long minute trying to decide whether she ought to kiss him on the mouth.
Smack!
“Ouch!” She gaped down at him starting to raise into a sitting position indignant at his treatment. He had just smacked her ass! It wasn’t painful, just tingly, but the humiliation made her entire body shimmer with shame. Before she could sit back, his left hand went around the small of her back holding her down over him while his right began peppering her quivering buttocks with a series of fluttering smacks.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She started squirming and whining but the smacks only grew in intensity and speed. Elizabeth quickly realized the reason for his displeasure and licked her lips in earnest and resumed the gentle caress of her moist tongue along the line of his massive jaw. Immediately his hold on her relaxed, and the thrashing relented.
She had never felt so alive. It was as if her entire body was overcome with sparkling tingles of passion and fervor that roiled across her even as she held herself immobile across his chest licking his face like a bitch in heat. He closed his eyes, and she kissed across his face peppering his long eyelashes and broad forehead with moist little pecks of love and adoration. He kept his lips closed even as she tentatively licked across them. Elizabeth sighed in disappointment but made her way down and onto his chest again.
With deliberate slowness, she licked across the broad right side of his chest before going down to suckle on his right nipple. She paced herself squirming with impatience trying as best she could to rein in her lust before making her way down to give hi
m the gift of her mouth upon his manhood that she could feel was more than awake now.
Lord Dixon was an impressive man not only in life but also physically. The way she was curled up along his side like a blanket of soft virginal flesh, Elizabeth felt his growing tumescence brush against the toes of her feet as they lay draped across his midriff. She moved the blankets back for suddenly the room felt warmer. As his manhood slowly engorged and filled with blood which made it pulse and throb with the steady beats of his heart, she felt a warm pride fill her from head to blushing toes at being allowed to influence her master's power in such a direct and intimate way.
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