There was a buzz in the air, the chatter and laughter echoed trapped under the high ceilings of the ancient hall. The well heeled dazzled in their refinery. Lady Amelia stood out in the throng the jewels she wore sparkled brilliantly in the light that reflected from the centuries old chandeliers. She wore a simple long satin gown skimming her beautiful curves suggesting the warmth and passion beneath masking the darkness that welled within her. If you were to look carefully you could see the Lord of the Manor watching her tentatively has she mingled with the guests. All gravitated to her, laughing at her wit and hanging off her every word. The perfect hostess in every respect.
As Lady Amelia glanced across those mingling, chatting happily while clutching their champagne flutes she spied him in a small group. She had sensed the intense need in him the moment they had met, he was rather like an over excited puppy eager to please his new Mistress. She had allowed him to woo her while gently teaching him to accept his place in her world which he eagerly did.
On the surface Lord Richard cut a debonair figure, he stood above the crowd standing over 6 foot with broad shoulders from years of physical training that began in his military days. Age had enhanced his stature giving him a brilliant shock of white hair that had transformed him from his drab, dark, insignificant, dowdy, younger years. The projection belied his failings to rise through the ranks beyond the position he attained by his skills of manipulation and dishonesty lying his way to the top. The disappointment of a senior rank that could have been so much more was something his late mother relished reminding him of.
Of course he came from good stock but due to the follies of his wayward ancestors he had been forced to find a wealthy wife in the form of Lady Mary who was recently deceased. She was a petite shrew like creature for whom the decades had not been kind causing her frame to bend and skew. To those looking on it was clear that she had ruled the roost but sadly he had no realisation of this. He behaved as a little boy referring to his mama might.
He had chosen Lady Mary to fulfill his perceived need to have a suitable wife and create heirs to enhance his career prospects. As she was from the right background with the sense and knowledge to undertake the role that was expected of her. More importantly she provided the trust funds required to sustain the family residence therefore she became a suitable match despite her advanced years over the Lord.
Society had noted that Lady Mary was barely cold when she was replaced by Lady Amelia who the Lord had pursued with a relentless gusto.
Those standing close to the Lord right now might hear a gentle tinkle, tinkle, tinkle that came from the bell that Lady Amelia had attached extremely tightly, almost cutting off the blood supply, to his scrotum. He was grateful for any attention Amelia would give him and now that they were 3 months into their marriage he was in no doubt that she despised him and all he stood for. She savoured tormenting him and breaking his spirit to ensure his lifelong servitude.
He now submitted without question and would happily lay at the foot of her bed when he was allowed chained in any contorted shape that amused his wife leaving him numb with pain. The alternative was to be banished to a cold, bare, dank, dreary room on the top floor which previously would have been the servants quarters with more of a semblance to a convent cell than a boudoir suited to a titled Lord.
Richard was content in his belief that the cruelty she displayed to him was out of love and a need to care for him and he of course would do whatever was necessary to be in the presence of his Goddess whom he had pursued relentlessly as Lady Mary headed for her dotage. He knew once she passed and he inherited her vast fortune he would need a wife he could worship.
As the evening drew to a close the Lord made his way to Amelia’s boudoir and knelt obediently at her door. Eventually after what seemed like an age his legs were numb. He became anxious that his Mistress may have forgotten about him and tentatively knocked on the door. He knew she was in the room as he could her voices, her sexy northern tones but there was another voice, maybe a servant was preparing the room.
The door swung open and she stood dressed in a silk robe that he had recently gifted her. It wasn’t quite fastened allowing him to glimpse her beautiful black lingerie and fully fashioned stockings that were offset by her elegant stiletto shoes. The air around him froze as he realised he had over stepped the mark with his impatience. He quickly lowered his eyes immediately shamed by his fool hardy actions.
Lady Amelia reached toward him and gently caressed his ear sending shivers through his body before clamping it sharply between her forefinger and thumb causing him to gasp for air. She ordered him to stand which he struggled to do as the blood had stopped flowing and as he attempted to rise stumbled as the numbness was replaced by pain quickly followed by pins and needles. There was no time to massage his limbs as he was quickly marched in a bumbling fashion still in a crouched position as she had not let go of his ear, to the foot of his beloved’s bed.
His heart was racing and he couldn’t help himself as he was aroused at the touch of Amelia. She released his ear and forced him to bend over the foot of the bed. She adeptly lowered down his trousers and underwear revealing his lily white buttocks. By now he was oozing pre-cum as he was more than aware how erotic she found thrashing him with a cane and knew she enjoyed to be pleasured after he was punished.
A gentle caressing of his buttocks was followed by the whoosh of the cane with the sharp crack as the bamboo connected with his white flesh leaving it’s angry mark in it’s wake. This continued for an age, he began to shake unable to control himself. He could feel the warmth of the thrashing tearing through his flesh the incredible pain was eventually replaced by a nothingness but he knew from experience that wouldn’t last for long. Once the adrenaline rush had begun to subside he would feel the glorious after burn of his punishment.
This wasn’t the end of his punishment tonight – next she instructed him to place his swelling penis on the old wooden table and at first the cane tapped it in a slow rhythmic manner. The beat increased until there was barely a gap between each connection of the cane to his skin. He couldn’t refrain from screaming out at those glorious sensations muttering incoherently in his ecstasy “thank you Ma’am thank you”. He was drenched in perspiration while his whole body glowed with pleasure.
Suddenly Amelia stopped thrashing him and swiftly fitted a leather collar to his neck. A look of confusion came across the his face to be greeted by a laugh from Amelia. He wasn’t going to be allowed to pleasure her today she had another ready for that.
The Lord was manhandled into the low level cage at the end of Amelia’s bed so he couldn’t see his Mistress but he could hear and feel the movement on the bed.
She leant down and whispered in his ear that “tonight she was going to be pleasured by a real man” and to “listen carefully to what he did for her”.
The Lord could hear as Amelia opened the en-suite door and pulled her lover onto her bed encouraging him to devour her then came the erotic sounds of an intense joining of two people desperate for each other.
Lord Richard could be heard to whimper as tears ran down his face shamed at his inadequacies.
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