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6
In the kitchen, the cook Betty put the teapot
into an insulated basket and closed the lid. The serving girl
shifted impatiently.
“If you are in such an all fired hurry,
go get the jam pot.” Betty filled another basket with
scones and muffins. Emily scurried to get the jam; the stable
master’s favourite, cloudberry. Betty did not like to
be rushed. She slowed down forcing Emily to wait a few more
minutes. Finally she threw a tea towel over the scones.
“Ok, that’s it. On your way.”
Emily grabbed up the two baskets and shouted
over her shoulder as she raced out of the kitchen. “Thanks
Betty! You’re the best!”
“Always in a hurry to get to the stables
that one,” Betty muttered to herself as she went back
to her pots.
Emily did hurry to the stables as often as
she could. Life as a pleasure slave at the Manor had its advantages.
Here she was valued, appreciated and praised for her talents.
She had learned so much since she came here. And Master Stephen
insisted that all his girls stay in shape. So she got to ride
as much as she had time for. And of course there was the sex.
For the first time in her life she was getting enough to satisfy
her. She knew she had a somewhat overactive sex drive, but
why should she live a deprived life if she didn’t have
to?
The day was cold and crisp. Emily could feel
the little hairs on her thighs and her arms prick up as she
hurried across the yard and into the stable.
“Snack time guys, Emily’s here!”
Gavin’s voice called out before Emily’s eyes had
adjusted to the dark.
“Did you bring something sweet for
me?” One of the other fellows reached for Emily’s
skirt.
“Maybe later, Steve. This girl is for
a bigger fish than you!” Emily stepped out of his reach
and took her baskets into the tack room.
Stable Master Sean Turlock was at the table
mending a harness when Emily came in. He was an older Scottish
gentleman, almost entirely bald, but with the tight muscles
and healthy complexion of a man who spends his days out of
doors. Emily felt her heart skip a beat. She loved to ride
but it was not only the horses that kept her spending her
free time in the stables.
“Distracting the lads again, Emily?”
The twinkle in his dark eyes belayed the reprimand in his
voice. This was a familiar game.
“Yes Sir, Emily is a very bad girl
Sir!” She set out the basket and fetched Master Sean’s
favourite mug from the shelf.
He tugged on the harness testing his mending
job. “Aye, you are that. I should bind you to the post
and whip you, but you’d enjoy it too much.”
Emily poured his tea.
“Oh Sir, it’s not fair to make
such promises and not carry them through!” Emily knew
enough not to kneel in the stables. Master Sean liked his
girls clean, not with stable sweepings on their knees. She
put the tea on the table by his elbow and pulled a scone from
the basket.
“You are an impudent lass, aren’t
you?” He put aside the harness and took a sip of his
tea.
“Yes, Sir.” Emily agreed as she
broke the scone and smeared it with the jam. “This girl
does try to be good though, Sir.”
“Horse shit. Come here girl.”
He grabbed Emily and pulled her sideways onto his lap. “You
love being bad don’t you?”
Emily’s giggle was a sparkling shower
of sound. “Yes Sir. As always, Sir is absolutely correct.”
Emily broke off a bit of the scone and held it up for Master
Sean to eat. He took a bite.
“Aye, well. You do it well too.”
He ate the rest of the scone from Emily’s hand while
his own were occupied under her skirt. As none of the pleasure
slaves ever wore any panties, he had unimpeded access to her
body. She loved the feel of his hands on her. All her hard
work paid off when she was touched like this. She was proud
of her strong flat belly and rock hard thighs and more than
grateful when she could offer her body to him.
Master Sean finished his scone and sipped
his tea. Emily brushed the crumbs from his shirt. He grabbed
her wrist pinning her arm behind her back. “My thanks
for the tea, Lass. Now for dessert.” He held her tightly
and his sparkling dark eyes ensnared hers. She could feel
the power in him. It was always this way with him. Power first.
Sex after. She flirted with him, but in the end he called
the shots. He knew it and so did she. She opened to him and
felt her cunt grow hot and wet as his power filled her.
“Aye, that’s right Lass. You’re
getting better at this. Now, give me your tongue.” Emily
closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She felt him suck her
tongue into his mouth. She could taste the tea and the jam.
He held her tightly to his chest as he took possession of
her mouth. She relaxed into his embrace grateful that today
he hadn’t sent her on her way saying he had too much
work to do, or just given her over to the lads. Not that she
objected to the stable hands of course, she just preferred
Master Sean.
He released her mouth and turned her to face
to door. She was still sitting on his lap, but now with her
back to him, her toes just touching the floor. He grabbed
her other arm and held both with one hand as he reached for
the harness. He quickly had both wrists folded over each other
and lashed together. He pushed her till she bent over and
flipped her skirt up.
“Ah Emily, you have such a lovely bottom.”
Emily heard his zipper being undone. He lifted
her like a doll and slowly lowered her onto his cock. Emily
was ready, her dark soft cleft wet and hot. His shaft filled
her slowly and deeply. He lifted her again and lowered her
once more. Emily had always been impressed with his strength.
She knew she was not light, to hold her up like this was truly
amazing. His cock was a rod impaling her, possessing her.
He lifted her again and pulled her hard down onto him. He
increased his speed and strength. Soon Emily was being pounded
onto him, his grip on her waist painfully tight. Her passion
was rising to meet his, but she knew this was on his time.
He would not make allowances for her pleasure.
Suddenly, he stood up. Emily’s legs
straightened to catch her weight. He still had her impaled
on his cock as he turned her around to face the table. e pushed
her down as he continued to fuck her and now his thrusts had
more force. Emily was filled with his strength and power.
She felt like she would disappear under his onslaught. Her
passion was a palpable thing; waves of sensation washed through
her with each assault of his cock. Finally he thrust and climaxed.
She held still as he pumped his essence into her.
Finally he pulled the lace and released her
arms, withdrawing from her. She shuddered as blood returned
to her arms and she gingerly stood up.
“Right. Off you go Lass, I have work
to do. Oh, and tell the lads they can come in for their tea
now.” He gave her a swat on the bottom, took the harness
and left the tack room.
Yes, Emily thought, life as a pleasure slave
had its advantages. She went to call the stable hands.
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