by Ruby Madden
The engagement party was amazing, beautiful and festive. The Manor had come to life with the warm presence of friends, loved ones and our own small and somewhat secretive family of play-mates.
He’d navigated that like a perfect gentleman as our relationship seeded, then grew and flourished. It was this fine dance of being afforded all the freedom – I never really wanted. And since the relationship with the maids had always been a form of erotic titillation that involved clothes, exhibitionism and voyeurism – it hadn’t been too difficult to find my comfort zone.
If anything, the nature of his intense erotic appetite was only enhanced by our blossoming dynamic and intimacy. It always came back to those very rare, precious moments of vulnerability that had set the potential for our relationship free, to begin with.
Now, I wore, the largest diamond ring I’d ever seen in person, in my life. The gesture of it mattered the most to me. I’d come to see him better, the money, nobility and power simply obscuring a truly amazing gentleman.
He had a bit of the rogue in him, but then – don’t most men? Nature designed them that way, after-all.
We’d taken our time. Me, the utter novice. Practically a virgin in comparison to this man’s erotic experience. We were three months in to our newfound relationship before we had actual sex. We’d done just about everything else there was to possibly do before that lovemaking session and scene had included penetration.
And I had freedom. I was provided with more than I’d ever dreamed of having. In a lifetime, that was for certain. But he groomed me into being my own complete person, my own best lover and perpetually reminded me that it was my choice that was pivotal and ever-constant in our relationship.
Back to our connecting glance. That electric gaze between us and the distance that only enhanced our sincere love and devotion for one another.
It’s the simplest thing. The way he does it. Whether we’re alone, in private or in a room full of people, in public. It’s so subtle, so barely noticeable. It always has the same affect. My breathing changes, I gather myself inward. I’m pleasantly frozen, paralyzed by an invisible force.
He’s holding me, from a distance.
His gaze is where the magic is, the way he caresses me gently with his eyes, love and desire peeking out at me. This type of erotic care, concern, attentiveness and tenderness holds the most potent form of masculine presence. When I experience this, I feel I could die peacefully. Drown contentedly in the contrast of such poised strength wielded so gently…
Today, on this very important day – he held me tenderly from afar. He peered at me even more fiercely than usual, seeing right through me, as usual. I’m always amazed at how he can pierce the storm of feelings within me, all the many swirling parts that I can barely identify on my own. The panic, the happiness, the excitement, the fear, the doubt, the anxiety – even the passive calm that is thrown into the mix.
How he knows that it’s with seeming great ease, his ability to erase it all it away. One complete and total embrace. One profound kiss. One glorious moment of being recalibrated by his touch – even if it is just a glance, across the space that divides us.
I’ve come to learn that he especially enjoys doing this in a room full of people, when they have no clue that he has drowned out the world in the virile privacy of his mind, even while completely engaged and discussing some inane topic with them.
Maintaining that conversation while caressing me either with his seated posture, or his commanding stance. He’s naturally elegant, so relaxed and casual in his demeanor that I laugh to myself at how captivated he has them, to not notice the dynamic between us.
That he’s possessing me, right there, in front of them, both of us completely clothed – I’m completely taken. All his. Utterly.
I shiver.
Is it the chill in the air, or is it… Him?
I shiver again. Goosebumps come with this one. His masculine presence is piercing me, his feather tendrils, as I like to call them, tickling me from the inside, my aetheric core suddenly very alert while my physical being remains passively still. Poised – his.
My reactions are oh so subtle, but varied. It’s the blush I think he likes best.
Or maybe the demure smile.
Or the somewhat brave glance I make, into his eyes.
It’s all too clear when he’s released me. He witnesses me retreating – retreating into my shy, sweet, soft, and more docile self. Calmed, put at ease, I can breathe again. I’m safe, protected, wanted, needed and desired.
There, it lives in the air between us. Completely invisible, ridiculously palpable, truly remarkable.
Today, he knew I was swimming in some anxiousness and insecurity, within myself. It’s that emotional depth he craves from me, the way I deep-dive into myself when under his care, touch, and gaze. I know this, and I surrender it all to him.
I love yielding to him, even if it is – from a distance.
He always makes a promise. In the release. Usually a reaffirmation – I adore you, I love you, I possess you…
…when he’s holding me from a distance.
~ ~ ~ ~
Sir Cardiff cleared his throat, bringing the room full of buzzed Holiday guests to attention.
“My dear friends and guests, thank you for joining me this evening to celebrate the Holidays. It’s always my pleasure to be amongst such a fine group of people and you are each a joy to know.”
Pleasant murmurs and even a few amused giggles swept through the hushed group as they waited for him to get on with the pleasantries already and just get to the bloody announcement already. The excitement in the room was filled to bursting point.
He motioned for Celeste to join him by his side and laid a lovely kiss on her, before embracing her from the side, wrapping his possessive arm around her waist.
“This, my dear guests is Celeste. She came into my life a little over a year ago. I’ve recently proposed to her and to my utter delight and joy, she accepted. We are engaged.”
He kissed Celeste’s hand and pulled her into another lip-locking embrace, drowning out the crowd for a moment to revel in it.
There was a pause and then the jovial roar of clapping, cheers and call-outs of well-wishing. He finally released her to see that she was utterly crimson, but equally glowing. He loved his shy flower.
~ ~ ~ ~
The formal dinner and celebration had ended, with the majority of Sir’s guests leaving for the evening. We’d politely spent an hour bidding them farewell with promises of another dinner party soon.
Then, the after-party started with Master’s maids, Queen’s pets and a handful of their lovers invited to enjoy in the kinky shenanigans.
Sitting on his lap, lovingly caressing and nuzzling his head, face, and neck – we watched all the carnal action from a distance. I’d learned that my voyeuristic tendencies were equally as curious as his. I’d wiggle and strategically move to tease and massage his semi-erect cock that was properly hid and tucked away in his dinner-tux pants.
Exchanging whispers between us, we’d sometimes fall into hushed silence when someone’s pending orgasm and vocal delight would erupt.
All the many sounds of sex...
In the end, when we finally decided to escape and have our own mini celebration, he’d scooped me up and whisked me away, sneaking us away, both of us buzzed and giggling like teenagers making out at a high school prom.
When we’d entered his Master bedroom, I’d already been semi-ravaged halfway up the stairs when he’d pinned me up against the balustrade to slip his hand into my inner folds, petting me.
His touch, his man-handling was what I craved the most. His gorgeous, beautiful hands. I loved them, would sit and worship them, kissing his fingertips and suckling on them, lost in their potent masculine power and grace.
Nothing compared to simply being man-handled by him.
“I have a special surprise and gift for you my sexy pet, my soon-to-be-wi
fe…” He purred into my ear.
“Oh really!? Do tell…” I purred back.
Suddenly he picked me up, carrying me the rest of the way up the stairs. “There will be no more telling this evening but only more showing and doing. Time to be a good girl and remain quiet. Use your safe words if you need, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I said, nodding my acquiescence.
~ ~ ~ ~
Three Keys
“Your job is to please her, in service to me.”
Sir cradled me. I was nude and blindfolded, leaning with my back against his torso. He gently spread my legs. He whispered into my ear, “All of this is for you, and in service to me. You may not speak or protest. You may, however, make every delicious sex sound you want. Understand?”
I nodded.
He rubbed me, between my legs while holding and squeezing my breasts. He knew I was already very horny and that it wouldn’t take much before I was squirming and moaning under his caresses. Reaching into my groin, he toyed and tormented my wet folds, my swollen clit. He then pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and clipped them on my breasts. A throbbing pussy and pulsing, tender nipples were driving me right over the edge. He tugged on the clamps and I moaned wildly, my entire body arching heaven-ward.
“Would you like to be fucked, my pet?”
I nodded vigorously, my pussy aching for a penetrative thrust. All the blood-flow to my nether regions tormenting me with the flush of need. I heard someone step forward and the tip of a hard cock was easing its way into me. At first, I was stunned.
Sir was still cradling me! Who was entering me?
“I know you crave a larger cock than I possess. So, tonight is all about giving you what you crave while I hold you and watch.”
My heartbeat ebbed upwards, fluttering wildly.
Was he saying what I think he was saying?
My penetrator was indeed amply endowed and thankfully, he pushed into me slowly, allowing for a few gentle thrusts to open me up before he fucked me furiously at his own rhythm.
I gasped and grunted, moaned and cried out as this amply endowed cock fucked me while Sir cradled me, continuing to caress and please my clit.
Sir knew I wanted to come, but I couldn’t speak.
“You may come pet.”
I spasmed uncontrollably, my pussy walls twitching wildly around the large cock as I orgasmed. I heard my penetrator grunt in near-come.
“Sir?” he gasped.
“Pull out, mark her on her belly.”
I felt him blow his load onto my stomach, the warm drizzle oozing all over me. Sir reached down, and picked up some of it like it was icing. He brought it to my mouth to lick off. I sucked his finger eagerly. Sir then smacked my pussy playfully, the smack of it resonating throughout the room. I knew better than to close my legs, but I reacted nonetheless. A reaction spasm, the instinct of the body to recoil.
“Time for a position change my pet. Roll over, on your knees and service me.”
I did so, without hesitation. I was eager to get his cock in my mouth, I wanted to please him so bad. I was ravenous for the taste of him and his cock-head. I wanted to suck him off until he was blue with need.
After a few minutes of oral worship, I felt another large, hard cock enter me from behind. Once again I was being fucked, fast and hard. Sir pushed deep into my mouth, demanding my service. I never lost focus, but was in bliss. My backside penetrator eventually came, marking me on my lower back.
Still orally pleasing Sir, yet another hard cock entered me. This one fucked me slow and deep. As he did so, I felt my penetrator reach under me to rub my clit while he held onto my hips with his other hand. He rubbed me mercilessly, in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. I came again, shattering our sex-sounds with a gargled moan, Sir’s cock deep in my mouth and throat. I was driven to please Sir and when he came in my mouth, I eagerly swallowed his come.
Once the last hooded and amply endowed penetrator had fucked me silly, having marked me, as commanded by Sir, on my lower back – he stepped away to join the other two who were standing side by side waiting.
Sir took off my blind-fold and addressed each of the hooded gentleman, “I’ve allowed you each a taste of my beloved for her pleasure, and solely at my discretion. Would you like to enjoy continued service to me and my beloved?”
Each man nodded vigorously. Sir stood up and holding my hand, he led me to a small table next to the three young studs. Lying there, were three male chastity tools. A female servant appeared out of nowhere and began to gently clean the men’s limp cocks and groin area.
Sir explained to me that she would show me how to put the chastity devices on and then off. There were three keys, each studded with a different colored jewel. I was to select which jewel for each man who were lined up in the order they had taken me.
“Sir, may I kiss each cock-head before putting it in its cage to rest?”
Sir nodded, a smile crossing his handsome face. “You may.”
I did so, following the female servant’s instruction with trembling hands. Once they were all properly kissed and caged. I kneeled before my Sir. “May I speak, Sir?”
“You may.”
“I’ll never forget this amazing gift and the sharing of my body, in service to you and solely for yours and our shared pleasure. Thank you.”
Sir was pleased, I could feel it. He crouched, and gently cupped my chin, holding it. He laid a kiss on me, “Good girl.”
* * *
Sir had the keys and we played about twice a month with the young, hooded, and amply endowed men. Sometimes, he would only allow his pleasure, teaching me how to ruin their orgasms before caging them up again.
At other times, he would come and allow the three of them to come, and I was not allowed. Sometimes, he would allow them to fuck me over and over again throughout a long night while he watched but didn’t hold me.
Sometimes, I stayed on my knees, orally servicing them all, my face covered in theirs and his come. I was usually blind-folded and they were always hooded.
Sir always provided a day of recovery after being so delightfully used. Needless to say, my bond to and with him became stronger than ever. The gift of the cock was my favorite part about being his pet, his submissive. That he understood this very deep desire of mine, that he controlled the setting and those men, for me, for us. It was beyond thrilling.
It was indeed a happy engagement. And an even happier marriage.
At Cardiff Manor.
THE END
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Master’s Maids: Complete Series © 2014
by Ruby Madden
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