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

by Alex Carlsbad

  Slowly, carefully, she licked her way down his abdomen and watched how he leisurely crossed his hands underneath his heavy head. The big smile plastered across his face made her happy. She was bringing him pleasure.

  Her shoulder-length chestnut curls fell like a waterfall curtaining her face while she flattened her tongue and moved her neck up and down, and left and right, laving her master’s skin. She moved slowly, sampling him like an exquisite dish and savoring his taste, committing it to memory as she slowly found her way lower and lower down his big hard belly.

  “Go drink some water in the bathroom,” he growled. Elizabeth giggled and scurried immediately to do his bidding. As always, he was right. Her efforts were approaching the summit of her work and it wouldn’t do for her mouth to suddenly go dry just when she reached her prize. In a flash she was back up against his naked form.

  This time she placed her own body lower down wrapping herself along his left leg and side, her breasts pressed against where his enormous thighs flowed up into his waist.

  As she resumed her ministrations, Elizabeth noticed that the morning sun was finally shining bright, its rays playfully reflecting from the trail of wetness her mouth was leaving along her master’s body. At last, having closed her eyes, using only the memory of his body for guidance, she took one long luxurious lick down the length of his lower belly until she tasted the curly base of his beckoning cock. Elizabeth heard a low rumble and looked up. His sparkling eyes were riveted on her and for a moment she was at a loss.

  “Look at me,” he said. “I want to see you.”

  Oh that is easy, she thought. She wanted to see him too. She loved watching her master’s body and face. Just seeing him, made her blush with excitement. She reached with one hand and scooped back her unruly hair tossing it out of the way. Her eyes festooned upon his, she wiggled down just a little and allowed a long string of saliva to dribble from her bottom lip to his throbbing cock.

  He groaned.

  She smiled.

  His head fell back against the pillow but almost immediately came back up again to look down on his slave. Then she lowered her lips and kissed his tip. The sound of her sucking echoed back from the ceiling and she felt her skin tingle. Slowly, like as if licking a delicious dessert, she pressed her lips along the broad and meandering veins along the side of his cock. It felt like licking thick silk over a bronze statue. He was allowing her to take possession of a part of him and claim it as her own very special treat.

  She lingered on it enjoying the sensations in her own body as she slowly reacquainted herself with his most prized part of his body. A wild shiver shook Elizabeth as she suddenly understood that she not only had feelings for her master, but had now developed a deep affection for his cock too.

  What kind of woman was she becoming? The feelings that filled her mind and soul where nothing like what she had been led to believe a chaste girl ought to feel. Was she a slut? Had she always been that way, or was this Lord of dark passions dragging her down a road to hell and perdition? Was she expected to resist and fight the lusts that he made her feel? Was it all a test that God had somehow placed in her path?

  Just then her mind ceased all reasonable thought and her body froze. Her eyes still riveted on her master’s dark irises, her lips tightly pressed along the side of his steely cock, her body had just made new and wonderful contact of a most unexpected nature.

  She trembled visibly and he smiled. Without realizing it, the way she had positioned her body had placed her sopping triangle almost directly on top of his knee. Consumed with the travails of her mouth across his penis, she had been completely oblivious to his slow and targeted repositioning of his other leg such that he had turned it to the side and then bent it at the knee bringing his toes under and within reach of her wet quim. It was a gentle flicker of his big toe across the apex of her love lips that had wrenched her away from all reasoned thought.

  “What?” He asked in absolute seriousness. “You think you can frill me and intimately know me, and I can’t?”

  His expression was deadly serious and for a moment she was completely at a loss for words. Then he grinned sparkling his pearly white canines at her. She let out a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding and resumed her wet trail down the left side of his cock.

  Elizabeth’s mind drifted and she thought how from the moment she had met her master, she had commenced a journey of titillating discovery that appeared to know no bounds. From the youngest age she had always been told that the private parts of one’s body were dirty and she should keep them to herself. And yet here she was being frilled there by his foot while ministering to his cock with her mouth!

  She shuddered to think where this voyage could possibly end?

  There was a strong sense of freedom and thrill at allowing somebody else, let alone somebody as rich and powerful as Lord Benedict access to her intimacies like that. Instinctively Elizabeth felt that what they were doing right now was an act of acceptance and bonding that flowed not only from her to the Lord, but the other way too.

  Was that what love was supposed to feel like? Her mouth's motions slowed and then stopped completely. Was she in love? Was that the reason why she had asked him less than an hour ago to become her guide and teacher in the ancient Eastern Mystic tradition of Tantric Yoga?

  “If you don’t get back to it immediately, I might just have to resume thrashing your pert little behind,” he growled. Elizabeth raised her big hazel eyes to his and nodded immediately rushing to wrap her lips around his head cupping his huge balls in her small hand. She kissed his crown with a loud smooch suckling like her life depended on it. The Lord leaned back relaxing against his pillow and exhaled loudly. This was turning into an auspicious start of the day.

  Elizabeth pulled back a fraction and stuck out her tongue curling it across his meaty tip before flicking it against the wide slit at the end. Her belly tingled. That was where his cum and pee came from, she thought.

  Elizabeth shivered at the thought that once exuded from his body, his liquids would find themselves in her bowel or tummy. Her lips surrounded the crown of his manhood taking it into her hot mouth as she bobbed her head lightly back and forth. A few strands of her long shiny brown hair tumbled across her face. Immediately she swept them back behind her ear as she carefully rolled his testes in one hand while wrapping her fingers around his shaft with the other. She paused and opened her mouth as wide as she could pressing down as she tried to push her throat further onto his cock. Lord Dixon rose slightly to help. He was hardening rapidly and each time she accepted him in, she was able to take less and less.

  Elizabeth moaned in disappointment as soon he was rock hard and she could only take the head inside her mouth while her lips sealed tightly on the girth behind it. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked attentively.

  The Lord placed a light hand in her hair guiding her as she orally worshipped him. He propped himself up on one elbow admiring the fascinating way her pretty face sucked his large member. Something about the size of his cock in her mouth never failed to do it for him. Even though he had just spent himself in her bum, he felt his cock stir and come to life yet again. He smiled broadly as Elizabeth sucked harder and bobbed faster upon his girth. Every now and then delicious sounds of gagging would fill the room. He looked to see any signs of reluctance but the lovely blushing virgin between his thighs appeared to relish the moment at least as much as he did. She was forcing his meet deeper and deeper every time she could.

  In that instant Lord Benedict made himself a promise.

  He would personally visit her parents. He would ask them to permit him to rescind the promise he had given them. When he had taken in Elizabeth to work as his servant, he had given his word to preserve her vaginal chastity. Now, his mind enthralled with the young girl’s efforts upon his groin, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to claim her maidenhead. He had no doubt that given her small body and his own length and girth, he would have no trouble travelin
g all the way up to her cervix before he even bottomed out.

  He felt his huge balls lift up closer to the base of his staff as he got ready to come. The telltale signs obviously did not escape Elizabeth for she wrapped both hands around his shaft now pumping in time with her suckling lips. His hands drifted along her curls. “Here it comes, sweetheart. You will swallow every drop I give you. Do you understand?”

  Elizabeth raised her big doe-like eyes and nodded, a hint of a smile shimmering across her stretched lips. Then she looked down and moaned, the vibrations in her throat tickling his shaft as she sucked harder.

  Lord Dixon gushed, his hips jerking into her face as Elizabeth gripped his butt pulling him in deep. She kept swallowing, her lips white with strain as they remained sealed tight around his shaft. Her eyes were pressed shut, her face frozen in lust as she swallowed again and again drinking her master’s cum. Tiny mewling sounds escaped the young girl’s throat making her sound like a kitten as she fed straight from the source.

  Bit by bit his shaft relinquished its hardness but Elizabeth kept her face pressed against his cock impaling her throat as deep as it would go pleasuring him with her moist heat that surrounded his softening pole. She looked up at him, her eyes watery and dazed.

  “Perhaps now would be a good time to show you an element of Tantric Yoga,” Lord Benedict said. She didn’t dare to relinquish her lips’ hold on his cock and so merely arranged her expression to convey an air of puzzlement.

  “As my body-servant, you have already experienced what it feels like when I pour myself in your belly.”

  A quiet moan escaped Elizabeth’s throat. Soon after he had first taken her to be his servant, Lord Benedict had introduced her to an element of her responsibilities that had caused her immense shame. It was an act of ultimate submission that even now, after having done it multiple times, still made her body blush head to toe.

  “As I have explained to you before, a healthy man’s urine is perfectly safe to accept. Sometimes when in the field and in absence of proper medicine, soldiers are trained to use their own urine to anesthetize open scrapes and wounds.”

  A wave of warmth spread from the top of her head and down her neck and chest all the way to her belly and between her legs. Elizabeth could guess what her master was about to ask her to do and much to her own shame, her body was already looking forward to it.

  “Good, I can see in your eyes you have already accepted to receive what I am about to offer you,” Lord Benedict said lightly caressing her cheek. “This is called Shivambu in Sanskrit. When it is done to heal, it is called Shivambu Shasta. One of the great Hindu gods, Shiva, was a great proponent of doing it and even to this day millions of people practice this custom in India. You asked me earlier to help initiate you into a different level of spirituality. This is but a small element of what I can expose you to. Would you be willing to accept it and become my pupil, Elizabeth?”

  Elizabeth blinked away tears and looked straight at him. In his face she saw open honesty and a deep caring she had never experienced before. Not even with her ever-busy and overwhelmed parents. He wanted to make sure she accepted willingly what he wanted to do. Something about the way he was about to use her triggered a deep recess in her soul. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to drive out all self-respect from her, or quite the contrary? Perhaps his aim was to build her up into a sophisticated creature that had been exposed to much more than anyone else.

  Naturally optimistic and full of youthful verve, Elizabeth decided to choose the latter. She made up her mind that her master truly cared for her. After all, hadn’t he said as much? He could have always just gone about molesting and mistreating her without bothering to ask her opinion. He was the ultimate ruler in the region and his word was as good as law in the county. And yet, he had always been extremely gentle and caring with her. Not once had he forced himself upon her, Elizabeth realized.

  She couldn’t speak because her mouth was still full with his long but soft member. She looked up into his eyes and nodded her acquiescence to his question.

  “Good girl,” Lord Benedict said and she felt pride bloom in her heart for she saw that her agreement had made him truly happy.

  “Good girl,” the Lord repeated sitting straight up against the headboard of the large bed. Elizabeth saw new thoughts had clouded his features. “But first, I want you to come sit in my lap and look me in the eye, and tell me what it is you want to do and why you think I should let you do it.”

  All this was almost too much, Elizabeth thought. Why couldn’t he just let her get on with it. He was intent on pissing in her mouth and she had just acquiesced to it. Why did he have to drag it on like that! With a resigned squeal of disappointment Elizabeth let go of his length and climbed up into bed scooting herself so that she was now sitting across his lap while he leaned back against the headboard. Her skin felt like a third eye feeling every prick and caress where it touched his vast muscles.

  “You are sweaty,” he laughed and she looked at him indignant. “Never mind, I will have the butler give you a bath later,” he added. “Now just put your right arm around my neck and look at me.” Elizabeth obeyed, her mind in turmoil with the notion of the butler washing her later. Oh God, she thought.

  “Tell me why you think I should spend time teaching you anything, dear child. You are a common servant girl, after all. I could just use you and not waste my time with you after that. My overLordship over you and everyone who lives in my county entitles me to do whatever pleases me. Why do you think I should take time away from doing my work for the King, and perhaps waste it on an illiterate little tramp like yourself?”

  The words struck her like a slap in the face. He could see it clearly in her shocked expression and it pained him. It hurt him deeply to question the innocent girl. She was so terribly naïve and oblivious to the ways of the world. But he did have his own soul at stake here.

  Lord Dixon felt as if he was on the verge of wagering his reputation on a flight of fancy. His feelings for the soft creature in his lap only kept growing and now threatened to overwhelm him. He was hoping that his bluntness would push her away, would make her recoil and beg to be let go. If she so much as hinted at any reluctance, he would do the gentlemanly thing and send her home after having generously compensated her for her company.

  The open harshness of Lord Benedict’s words stunned Elizabeth like a thousand bees and she squirmed in his lap looking down at her hands which had just moments ago been wrapped around his cock. Maybe that was all she was – – destined to become a common street whore once he tired of her and cast her away. With a start Elizabeth realized that her heart ached at the thought of leaving him more than returning to the squalor of her childhood.

  During the month she had been with Lord Benedict, she had hardly seen the outside of his estate or anyone besides him or a member of his staff. She was almost a prisoner here, even if by her own choice. She had hardly experienced any of the niceties normally associated with somebody of her master’s social standing. When not naked and on her knees scrubbing the floor, Elizabeth was usually either being washed by the Butler or just lounging about in a perpetual state of undress. She hadn’t worn clothes for almost four weeks now.

  No, it was not the place, but his company that she truly craved.

  “I want to feel alive,” she suddenly heard herself say looking straight up at him. They were so very close -- she could feel his breath on her lips. His deep dark-green eyes washed over her face drinking in her expression.

  “Most people would kill to be you right now, sweet wench,” the Lord said half jokingly. “Even as we speak, the vast majority of this country is barely subsisting above the level of starvation. Don’t you think it is disrespectful of you to imply that you have somehow been dealt the short end of a draw?”

  “This is not at all what I meant, my Lord,” Elizabeth said looking down demurely. “It is just that, with your permission, master, I am thrilled to be with you and every second I spend in your comp
any, I am in agony that I am missing out on the opportunities your knowledge and experience can provide me.” She was panting with anxiety now and looked back up at him. His eyes were gleaming, his expression -- one of pure focus as he studied her face.

  “Go on,” he encouraged her sternly.