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At His Pleasure

By: LadyJane



It was the summer of 1685, and my father, Sir James Campion, had been imprisoned for his support of the Monmouth Rebellion. King Charles II’s illegitimate son, the Duke of Monmouth, had come back from exile to take the throne from his Catholic uncle, James II. He came with 4,000 supporters, Protestants all, who were opposed to the reign of a Catholic. The King’s army soundly defeated Monmouth and his followers at the Battle of Sedgemoor. Supporters of the Rebellion had been captured, rounded up, and imprisoned in the south west of England, my father among them. What made me fear even more for my father’s life was that Judge Jeffreys was making an example of the highborn rebels, of which my father was one. 

My mother had immediately taken ill upon the news of my father’s capture, and so it was up to me to plead for his life. Without my mother or my father to oppose my rash actions, I took our carriage to the town where my father and many others of the Monmouth Rebellion were imprisoned. The town was in chaos. Many families of the doomed men had the same idea as I. Others were there as spectators to the traitors’ executions.

I was able to secure a small room at an inn near the center of town. If anyone thought it unusual for a young woman to be traveling on her own, none gave evidence of it. There were more important matters at hand.

I went down to the inn’s dining room to see if I could find one of the King’s soldiers to help me find out where my father was being held and when his trial would occur. A man seated by the door caught my attention immediately. He was familiar to me. As he had not yet noticed me, I studied him at leisure. It was obvious that he was tall; his long legs were stretched out before him and casually crossed at the ankles. He had thick, blond hair that grew back from his high forehead and an aquiline nose that gave him a patrician appearance. But it was his eyes that I remembered most; they were an icy blue and I recalled how they could light up, and then the ice turned to an almost blue flame. He had intrigued me the moment I met him in London during my season, but my mother and the other ladies chaperoning the balls and parties for the girls making their debut at Court had warned me away from him.

He was Lord Jago Trevellyn, and he had no interest in the young ladies for any honorable purpose, for he was not looking for a wife. He had been married some time before and already had his son and heir. His wife had conveniently died in childbirth, and he was able to carry on as he pleased. There were tales of debauchery and seduction connected to Lord Trevellyn, and all of the society mamas steered their girls far away from his notice.

He must have sensed he was being watched, for he looked up suddenly in my direction. The slow smile on his face told me that he recognized me. He stood up, unfolding his tall frame, and motioned me over to his table. The room was crowded and I had nowhere else to go, so I joined him.

“Miss Campion, I believe? What brings you to this madhouse at such a time as this?”

“I-I’ve come here looking for help.”

“Ah, of course, I heard that your father was one of the men involved. He’s imprisoned here?”

I could only nod my head miserably. I wondered at Lord Trevellyn’s presence here as well, and then remembered that his country estate was in the vicinity.

“Then he will be facing Judge Jeffreys. Not a happy prospect for a man such as your father. I remember we met under much more pleasant circumstances than this. It was the Rosslyn’s ball, was it not? I found you utterly enchanting, and then you disappeared.”

I felt myself blush. How could I tell him politely that after sharing a dance with him and some mild flirtation, I had been almost forcibly removed from the ballroom? His sardonic smile told me that he knew why I had disappeared, and he was finding my discomfort amusing.

“My mother wasn’t feeling well that night, and we had to leave early.”

“Poor lady. I was quite disappointed; I felt we were getting acquainted rather nicely, and I had hoped to continue our discourse.”

“I’m sorry, Lord Trevellyn, I’m not here to engage in social chatter. I must find a way to save my father.”

“You came here alone to do that?”

“Yes, my mother is distraught. There is no one else; I have money. I went to my father’s solicitors, and I brought a good deal of money with me. I hear this Judge Jeffreys can be bribed. Is that true?”

“Shhh… my dear girl, don’t let anyone hear you say that or you will soon be joining your father. I know Judge Jeffreys, and while he is amenable to certain monetary compensations, he is very discreet about it.”

“You know Judge Jeffreys?”

I was formulating a plan in my head, and the very sophisticated, very urbane Lord Trevellyn played a prominent role in this plan.

He nodded slowly. “Yes, I know him.”

“Could you…would you…?”

“My dear Miss Campion, I would be delighted to come to your aid in any way that I can. Let me make a few discreet inquiries, and I’ll let you know what I can do.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you. I can pay the judge, and I can pay you too.”

Lord Trevellyn laughed smoothly. “I can assure you, I don’t need your money. There are other forms of payment that I would be happy to receive in place of money.”

“Anything, Lord Trevellyn. I’m so grateful for your help.”

“Well, don’t hope for too much, Miss Campion, Clarissa, may I call you Clarissa? I quite feel as if we are conspirators together. I will do my best to help your father…to help you. I will return at six of the clock this evening to report my progress.”

“Thank you, Lord Trevellyn. I’ll be waiting.”

I watched him leave the room, and indeed he was a man among men. He stood taller than any man in the room, and he had such a regal bearing. I brushed aside the bothersome warnings that were lurking at the edges of my mind…”seducer, rake, reprobate…” These were the words I had heard in connection with Lord Trevellyn, but all I could think of was that he was my savior.

I returned to my room and waited impatiently for the dusk to steal across the sky. He was so commanding, so self-possessed; he instilled in me great confidence that he could do anything. I thought about the picture I must have presented to him today. When he had met me before I was turned out in all my finery – silk brocade ball gown, glittering jewels, hair dressed in a French fashion. I glanced at myself in the mirror. The dress I was wearing, although not my most becoming was at least the right color for me. It was a dark jade green that matched my eyes. My thick, dark hair was pulled back into a messy chignon at the nape of my neck. Curly tendrils were escaping about my face, and I looked years younger than my 19 years. I don’t know why I was thinking about my appearance at an important time like this; my father’s life was teetering at the edge of a deep and frightening precipice. Lord Trevellyn was that kind of man though, the type of man who made you wonder if your clothes were the latest fashion or if your hair was perfectly in place. Well, mine wasn’t and he still offered to help me.

Finally, the clock reached six, and I rushed down to the dining room to meet Lord Trevellyn. His countenance gave me no hint as to the success of his endeavor; he still gave me that slow smile when I entered the room and pulled out the chair opposite his. The dining room was still crowded and noisy and I had to lean in across the table to hear what he had to say.

“I’m sorry, Clarissa, I could not offer Judge Jeffreys money without putting myself in peril.”

My face must have showed my disappointment for he took my hand in his. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I clutched at his hand momentarily.

“No need to be so upset. I have another plan that I think will work marvelously.”

I brightened up considerably at this new hope.

“In fact, I was able to talk to Judge Jeffreys about your father, and he has already been moved to a private cell upon my recommendation.”

“He has? Thank you, Lord Trevellyn. Do you think he will be pardoned and released?”

“Please call me Jago. I do feel as if we are quite friendly now, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do. Please tell me. Is Judge Jeffreys going to spare my father?”

“Not quite so fast, Clarissa. He’s been moved to a private cell, and he will be released as early as the day after tomorrow if you do one small favor for me.”

I was puzzled. What favor could I possibly do for Lord Trevellyn? He had already refused money. I felt as if I would do anything for him at that moment if only he could help my father.

“Yes, I’ll do anything you ask.”

“That’s very accommodating of you, Clarissa. Your father will be released the day after tomorrow upon my recommendation to Judge Jeffreys if you agree to spend the night with me.”

For a moment, I thought I heard him incorrectly. What was he suggesting? He wanted me to spend the night with him in what manner?

“I-I don’t understand Lord Trevellyn. Spend the night with you?”

“Oh please, it’s Jago. Yes, spend the night with me. Sleep with me. Be my lover, be my mistress, be my slave for one whole evening and your father will go free.”

I stared at him in shocked silence. Surely he was joking. Then the words of my mother and others came back to me in full force. He was evil. His face seemed to change before me, and that blue light burned in his eyes again. Gone was the solicitous, kindly man who was helping me. In his place was a leering monster willing to barter with my father’s life for a night of…of…what? What did he want from me? I was a virgin; when our neighbor, Jeremy Lloyd, returned from his service in the King’s army in the Netherlands, we planned on getting betrothed. I had to refuse this despicable offer.

“How dare you. That I will not do. How could you in good conscience take advantage of my situation in this manner?”

“One problem with that statement, my dear Clarissa, I don’t have a ‘good conscience.’ Do you wish to see your father go to the gallows? I’ve already spoken to Judge Jeffreys; he is willing to pardon your father upon my word. Become my slave for the evening and your heart’s desire will be fulfilled, as will mine.”

“You are the most degenerate…”

“Oh? You have intimate knowledge of degenerates? My dear, you have no idea.”

As I continued to stare at him in disgust, my mind was working. One night, surely I could get through one night. No one need know about this. I was sure that even Lord Trevellyn wouldn’t want this to become public knowledge. One night and my father would be free. One night and my mother would recover. One night and I need not see Lord Trevellyn ever again. I had thought about being in this man’s arms once. When we had danced together, his touch sent a thrill throughout my body. What would it be like? It was called “a fate worse than death,” but apparently that wasn’t the case, since many women had willing chosen this fate before, and apparently many women had chosen this fate with Lord Trevellyn. But that was the difference; I was not choosing this, not really. He was coercing me in the most horrid, most lurid manner possible. 

“Think about it Clarissa. If you refuse, your virtue will remain intact but your father will be dead. Is your virtue worth your father’s life?”

“My father’s life is worth more than anything.”

He brought my hand to his lips, and they felt as if they were scorching me. 

“I see that you are intelligent as well as brave. I can’t tell you how much I admire you for coming here on your own to save your father’s life. I felt that such courage as that should be rewarded, and I am going to reward you twofold: by saving your father’s life and by giving you a night you will never forget. I’ll send my carriage around for you at seven of the clock tomorrow evening, and you shall stay with me until seven of the clock the following morning. Later that day your father will be released.”

I felt as if I couldn’t remain in his presence a moment longer, so I jumped up from the table and rushed back to my room. What had I done? What was I thinking? I couldn’t go through with this. When Jeremy and I wed, I would not be a virgin. Would he be able to tell? What did Lord Trevellyn mean, slave? I would have no will of my own. I would have to do his bidding in all things. 

The following day passed more quickly than I thought possible. It was almost seven of the clock, and he would be sending his carriage to take me to his country estate. I had heard a little of Trevellyn Manor, of its opulence and its beautiful gardens. Lord Trevellyn was a man of great wealth and influence. Indeed he had been one of Charles II’s confidantes, and the King had turned a blind eye to the antics of his favorites at Court. I checked my appearance in the mirror; I didn’t know what he expected of me. I hadn’t brought any eveningwear with me. I was being ridiculous; I doubted if we would be dining together, and once again I was filled with apprehension as to what the night ahead held for me. 

As the clock struck seven, I hurried downstairs. True to his word, Lord Trevellyn had sent his grand carriage to transport me to Trevellyn Manor. The coachman jumped down and helped me into the carriage. His expression gave nothing away; in fact, he didn’t even look at me as he handed me inside the carriage. Were exploits such as this common for Lord Trevellyn? Trevellyn Manor was some distance from the town, and at last we pulled into a tree-lined drive. When I alighted from the carriage, the Manor stood before me in great splendor; it was magnificent.

Lord Trevellyn himself greeted me at the door and ushered me into the great hall. There were suits of armor and swords and shields mounted on either side of the hall; a sweeping staircase rose to the left of the hall.

“I’m so glad you kept your promise, Clarissa. There are a few small rules I want to discuss with you before the night’s festivities begin. First, two of my servants will prepare you for me; you are not to speak to either one of them. They know the rules also, and any indiscretion on your part will be reported to me. They are very loyal servants. Next, you are to address me as ‘master’ for the remainder of the evening. Do you understand that?”

I nodded.

“That won’t do at all, Clarissa. When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me properly. Is that understood?”

I very nearly choked on the words. “Yes, master.”

“Very good. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you at the Rosslyn’s ball. We could have enjoyed such a pleasurable evening if it weren’t for those meddling old women. I could tell you were enjoying my company as well. You are a woman of great passion and spirit; I cannot abide shrinking virgins. Now then, for the rest of the evening you will do my bidding. I will not tolerate any disobedience; a little hesitation on your part is to be expected, but you will comply in all things. Do you understand the rules, Clarissa?”

“Yes, master.” It was a little easier to get out this time. I could do this. Just then two women came through a side door into the hall. They were both obviously servants; one was past middle age with graying hair and a round jolly face. The other was younger, thin and plain featured and clearly in awe of Lord Trevellyn.

“Ah here are Mrs. Fisk and Molly now. Go with them, Clarissa, and I will see you shortly. Remember our rules.”

The servant named Mrs. Fisk took my arm to lead me up the staircase, and the younger one, Molly, followed behind. Did they know that I was here against my will? Well, not exactly against my will but manipulated into being here? I wasn’t to speak to them. Did they think I was here willingly to spend the night with Lord Trevellyn? I wanted them to understand the circumstances, but if I spoke they would tell him. 

They led me into a beautiful room with thick red carpeting, a large four-poster bed with a red and gold brocade coverlet, heavy red drapes at the window, and a large fireplace covering almost one entire wall.

Mrs. Fisk spoke first. “Take off all your clothes, Miss.”

Oh God, I had to disrobe in front of these two servants?

“Milord doesn’t like to be kept waiting, Miss, so be quick about it.”

The younger girl stood in the background smirking. I wanted to slap her. Instead I took off all my clothes and Mrs. Fisk took them away from me. She then led me into an adjoining room with a hipbath already filled up with warm water. She ordered me to step into the tub and squat down in the water. There was lilac scented soap and Mrs. Fisk lathered it up and began washing me. I squirmed in discomfort as she touched all of the most private areas of my body. Molly had pitchers of warm water that she poured over my body to rinse me.

She poured the water between my breasts and laughed. “Lord Trevellyn will like her. She has big breasts and big nipples.”

I blushed scarlet to have my body discussed in such a manner. Mrs. Fisk didn’t reprimand her as I had hoped she would, so I guessed that she was allowed to treat me with disrespect too.

Mrs. Fisk and Molly both toweled me dry in front of the fire, and as Molly began combing out my long hair, Mrs. Fisk began rubbing scented lotion on my body. Despite my disgust at being handled in such a way, it was a pleasant feeling. 

“Now then, Miss, lie down on the bed with your legs hanging over the side and your bottom at the edge of the bed.”

I hesitated momentarily. What were they going to do? I lay down as she instructed, and my eyes grew large as she approached me with a pair of scissors and a straight-edged razor, the type my father used to shave his face. 

Molly laughed again. “Look, she thinks you’re going to do her harm, Mrs. Fisk. Oh don’t worry, Miss, milord has other plans for you this evening.”

I hated Molly. Then to my complete shock, Mrs. Fisk used the scissors to begin cutting my pubic hair. I cried out as she started, and she patted my leg and told me not to worry, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. She then lathered up the scented soap again and spread the lather over my mound. Using the razor, she shaved me completely clean. I felt so exposed and humiliated, but she wasn’t done.

“Now bend your knees and then drop them to the side so that you’re spread open.”

I stared at her in utter dismay and consternation. Why was he subjecting me to this?

“Just do it, Miss, and it will go fast for you.” She didn’t seem unkind and I was grateful for that at least. I did as she told me feeling completely ashamed at the position I was in. She spread the lather between my legs on the very folds of my outer lips and down toward the crack in my bottom. She then expertly wielded the razor to scrape away the hair there. She asked for Molly’s help to prod me this way and that so she could get to all the hair, and I hated Molly’s fingers on me. It was clear that she was taking pleasure in my humiliation.

“Oh look, Mrs. Fisk, she’s enjoying this, isn’t she? You see her clit is growing bigger and her lips are all puffy.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about, but it was true. I had been feeling a pleasurable sensation when Mrs. Fisk started shaving me, and Molly started pulling the folds of my outer lips this way and that. But how did Molly know what I was feeling? Was my own body betraying me? Then to my complete horror, Molly flicked her finger at the little bud nestled in the fold of my lips.

“It’s getting bigger and harder.”

To further my degradation, Molly took my bud between her two fingertips and rolled it back and forth. Involuntarily my hips bucked forward wildly.

Mrs. Fisk finally spoke. “That’s enough now, Molly. That’s for milord’s pleasure, but we will of course report her response to him.”

Now Mrs. Fisk was the enemy too. When she finished shaving me, she rubbed some of the scented lotion all over the shaved area. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing up against her hand. Molly seemed to take great delight in this, and I cursed my body for betraying me. This was just the beginning. How was I going to get through the rest of the night?


At His Pleasure Ch. 02



After my father’s release from prison following the Monmouth Rebellion, we stayed at our country estate. My father did not wish to draw attention to himself in London at the Court of James II. As far as that monarch’s reign, all was not well. The King took mass publicly at the Royal Chapel. This made people uneasy, as they remembered the reign of the Catholic queen Bloody Mary before Queen Elizabeth’s rule.

I was uneasy as well, and it had nothing to do with James II. I could not forget my night with Jago Trevellyn when he had made me his slave in exchange for my father’s pardon for his part in the Monmouth Rebellion. I told myself over and over that I had felt degraded and violated, but I couldn’t expel the memory of the sensations I felt that night. Often times when I would lie in my bed at night, I would think of Jago and the way he had enflamed my passions. I would reach down between my legs and caress the folds of my lips; thinking of him and the things he made me do that night made me wet all over again. I would bring myself to climax as he had taught me and whisper his name as I did so.

Jeremy left the King’s army and returned home. I could barely meet his eyes when he came to my parents’ house, knowing what I had realized about my own desires. My mother invited his parents and him to dinner, and after the brandy I was allowed to walk Jeremy out to the veranda. My mother thought she would make it convenient for Jeremy to propose, and indeed he might have, if it were not for that night with Jago. 

While we were out on the veranda, Jeremy turned to me and said, “I missed you so much, Clarissa. I thought of you often.”

“I missed you too Jeremy.” It had been true at one time. I had missed Jeremy…until I spent that night with Jago.

“You look so beautiful tonight.”

He then took my hand and leaned forward to kiss me chastely on the lips. I don’t know what came over me. I had been thinking so much of Jago and feeling a man close to me again, wanting me, was too much for my senses. When Jeremy kissed me, I entwined my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his. I opened my mouth against his own, sucking on his lower lip and drawing his tongue into my mouth. My hips gyrated against him, hoping to feel his hard manhood against me.

For a moment, Jeremy responded to me and then remembered who I was. He jumped back from me hastily and stared at me in amazement.

“Clarissa…”

I don’t know what he was going to say to me because his parents came through the door just then, but the look on his face told me that he was shocked at my behavior. 

We didn’t see much of Jeremy at our house after that; when we did see each other, he would watch me as if I were a stranger to him. My mother was disappointed, for she felt sure that a marriage proposal was forthcoming. She came to my room one evening to talk to me.

“I’m surprised Jeremy hasn’t been a more constant visitor since he’s returned home. Did he say anything to you?”

“No, he said nothing to me.” Of course, I couldn’t confess my shameless behavior with Jeremy to my mother.

“Perhaps he just needs some time at home after his service in the army. You’ve changed since your father’s ordeal, Clarissa. I can’t tell you how much it means to both of us that you went to that town on your own to secure his release, but since that time you’ve been so quiet, so preoccupied. It’s not like you. The experience seems to have made you more mature; I’m sorry you had to go through that on your own. I still don’t quite understand why Lord Trevellyn did it.”

If only she understood all of what happened on that fateful trip. I couldn’t tell her, couldn’t tell her I bartered my virtue for my father’s release, couldn’t tell her that I thought of nothing else these days, couldn’t tell her that I longed to be under Lord Trevellyn’s command again.

“I’ve been thinking of a plan. I believe we should go to London, just the two of us. Your father, of course, could not accompany us. We could stay with my sister and her husband; we could do some shopping, have some new dresses made, socialize a little. What do you think?”

I was filled with dread and excitement at the same time. I knew we were likely to encounter Jago Trevellyn in London, and the thought of it engendered mixed feelings. How would it feel to see him again? Would he acknowledge me or make reference to that night we shared together? 

“I think it would be so good for you, Clarissa. Please say you’ll come.”

“I’d love to go to London with you, Mother.”

It wasn’t long before we were staying with my aunt and uncle in their London townhouse. We frequented the theatre and the opera, and always I looked for Jago Trevellyn but in vain.

We had been invited to a large ball where there was to be a treasure hunt to end the evening. I was wearing one of the new dresses I just had made for me in London. It was dark red with petticoats of a lighter shade showing at the low-cut bodice; the skirt fell away in a multitude of flounces so that it felt as if I were floating. My aunt’s maid piled my dark hair on top of my head leaving one long curl hanging over my shoulder.

I recognized many young men there from my London season and did not want for dance partners, and then a tall man swept into the room and people seemed to part for him and then close around him to gain his attention. It was hard to miss Lord Trevellyn’s entrance. I stood staring at him as if transfixed, and then hurried back to my mother before he noticed me. 

I took furtive glances at him now and then while keeping well hidden behind my mother. There was a beautiful woman on his arm, and occasionally she turned to him to touch his arm or his face. When she did so, I felt hot waves of despair wash over me. I couldn’t understand myself. Why should I care if he was with another woman?

My mother noticed him as well.

“Oh look, there’s Lord Trevellyn. I must see him and thank him for what he did for your father. You must come with me; I’m sure you wish to thank him again.”

My mother took my arm as we approached him. I didn’t know where to look; I didn’t want to acknowledge what occurred between us. I didn’t want him to see that I was embarrassed or perturbed in any way by his presence here. I would just pretend it had never happened.

My mother went to him with her hands outstretched. 

“Lord Trevellyn. We have been so remiss in not thanking you properly for your help with my husband. However, this is our first trip to London; my husband has been keeping to our country estate, as I’m sure you can understand.”

“My dear Lady Campion, Miss Campion. No gratitude is necessary. I assure you, your lovely daughter thanked me more than any man could possibly deserve.” He turned to me and looked me directly in the eyes. “I hope you have been well, Miss Campion. Quite recovered from your ordeal?”

I murmured, “Yes, thank you.”

“I had no idea you knew my daughter well enough to step in and help her like that, Lord Trevellyn, but Sir James and I will be forever grateful.”

“It was nothing; I was happy to accommodate.”

He then introduced us to the woman who was accompanying him, a Mrs. Bishop. I saw with some satisfaction that she was not particularly young; he mentioned that she was a widow. He then suggested that she take my mother to find our hostess, as my mother wanted to ask her about the treasure hunt and Mrs. Bishop knew where she was. His aim, of course, was to get me alone, or as alone as we could be in a crowded ballroom.

He drew close to me. “Clarissa… I’ve thought about you often.”

“And I have thought about you…with disgust.”

He laughed. “Oh, you lie. You know you do. Did I not tell you I would give you a night you’d never forget, and you haven’t, have you?”

“How can I ever forget the night I was raped?”

“My dear, you were more willing than you’ll ever admit to yourself.”

“Well, now I see you have some other woman to submit to your degradations.”

“Mrs. Bishop? Alicia? Oh no, you’re quite wrong. She would never submit to the delights that you enjoy so much. I’m happy to see you’re so concerned though.”

“I-I don’t understand. You don’t make love to that woman?”

“I never said that. I just don’t make love to her in the same way as I did you. I save those special pleasures for women like you, women who crave that special brand of love.”

“You’re despicable.”

“For recognizing your true nature?”

“Believe what you will.”

“Why aren’t you married yet to the estimable Jeremy Lloyd?”

I said sharply, “What do you know about that?”

“I had heard the two of you had an understanding. Now here he is returned from the King’s service and no betrothal announcement. What happened, Clarissa? Did I ruin you for any other man? Now that you know what your body desires, you could never be happy with a man that didn’t understand that about you.”

“It’s nothing of the sort.”

How did he know me so well? It was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. Jeremy had clearly shown that he didn’t know my nature at all. Our hostess rang a small bell to get our attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen it is time to begin the treasure hunt. Gentlemen, please choose your partners.”

Lord Trevellyn turned to me and took my hand.

“You must be my partner.”

I began to protest. “Oh no, I couldn’t…”

Just then my mother walked back to us with Mrs. Bishop.

“Alicia won’t mind at all, will you?”

Mrs. Bishop smiled slyly. “Not at all; please renew your acquaintance with Miss Campion. I see a friend of ours across the room, Sir Penrith. I’m sure we can be partners.”

My mother chose not to join the treasure hunt, but she clearly felt at ease leaving me in Lord Trevellyn’s care. If she only knew…

The object of the game was to read five clues in order; each clue would take us to the next place in the house where the next clue would be waiting, until the fifth clue, which would reveal the “treasure.” Everyone’s clues were to be a little different, so all of the couples would be in different areas of the large house. Lord Trevellyn stepped forward to receive our five clues.

The clue read, “Your first clue waits under winged feet.”

He said, “Hmm, winged feet…perhaps underneath a carved chair or table leg?”

“No, there is a statue of Hermes at the fountain in the back garden; Hermes is always portrayed with winged feet.”

He looked at me with something like admiration. “You see, I’m so fortunate to have such a learned young lady as my partner. I chose well.”

We went to the back garden and walked to the fountain. There indeed was a slip of paper with our next clue. It read, “Your next clue keeps company amidst the smiles and frowns and sits with the Lely.”

I said excitedly, “They must have a portrait gallery with a painting by the portraitist Sir Peter Lely.”

Lord Trevellyn smiled at me benignly and said, “You lead and I shall follow.” His smooth compliance should have been a warning to me.

We returned to the house and went upstairs, looking into a vast array of rooms. We finally came to a long room, the portrait gallery. It was dark save for a few candles in the wall sconces. We looked at all the portraits until we came to one painted by Lely; there was a slip of paper tucked behind the frame. I pulled it out but Jago snatched it from my hands.

“That’s enough of this silly treasure hunt. Let’s find our own treasure this night.”

He roughly pushed me against the wall and told me to reach under his coat and grab his manhood through his breeches. I felt as if I should object; if I were to cry out, surely someone would hear me. Instead I did as he told me, and felt the now familiar shape growing hard beneath the fine cloth of his breeches.

“Now get down on your knees, pull my breeches down, and take me in your mouth.”

Again, some force was propelling me as I did as he commanded. I guided his manhood into my mouth with my hand, running my tongue around the tip. I sucked on him, and he began moving slowly in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the door to the gallery open and soft voices. I made a move to pull away from Jago, but he stopped me putting his hand against the back of my head and shoving it forward so that his manhood was almost down my throat. 

I gagged and he said, “Keep it deep in your mouth but stop sucking on it and stop moving.”

So I sat there on my knees with his still hard member stuffed into my mouth. The people who entered the room approached us and my heart beat in nervous anticipation. Who could it be? Why would he allow someone to see us like this?

It was a woman’s voice first and I recognized it as Alicia Bishop’s.

“My dear, Jago, it looks as if your little friend has found her treasure.” She gave a low throaty laugh, and I was embarrassed that she knew exactly what I was doing to him. 

Then there was an unfamiliar man’s voice. “Jago, it’s just like you to keep this all to yourself. You’re a very selfish man.”

Jago laughed too, and I closed my eyes to ward off my humiliation. I couldn’t understand why I just didn’t rise and run out of the room. As they discussed my predicament, I felt a tingling between my legs and knew I was growing wet.

Mrs. Bishop continued. “I could tell immediately you had a rather special feeling for her. She’s such a little beauty, but her charms are all covered up. May I?”

Jago must have nodded his assent, for she addressed me next. “Reach into your bodice, whore, and pull out your breasts.”

I opened my eyes then and raised them to Jago’s face; he smiled at me and said, “Do as she tells you, but do not release my prick from your mouth.”

My lips still firmly encircling Jago’s member, I reached up and loosened the stays on my corset a little, and then pulled my breasts from the bodice of my dress. They fell forward heavily, pushed out even further by the tight bodice that was now underneath them. 

Mrs. Bishop moved behind me, reached over my shoulders and began squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, and she laughed at me again. “Now continue sucking your master.” I began moving my mouth once again on Jago’s member and Mrs. Bishop was pushing on me from behind so that when it went into my mouth it went deep down my throat. I almost choked with each thrust. I could sense that Jago was close to his climax, and then Mrs. Bishop pulled me back from him and his warm gush sprayed onto my exposed breasts. Mrs. Bishop kept her hold on my breasts and spread Jago’s effusion into them while she pinched and twisted my nipples. She then pushed me to the floor so that I was on my hand and knees, my breasts still exposed, Jago’s gush drying on them.

The strange man walked in front of me but because my eyes were lowered, all I could see were his shoes with their fancy buckles and heels. He tapped a walking stick or cane on the floor in front of me. He brought the cane underneath my chin and raised it, so that I was looking into his face. I recognized him as the man Mrs. Bishop had called Sir Penrith, and then I remembered the name from the night that Jago first made me his slave.

“Sit back on your heels, whore.”

Again I looked at Jago and he nodded to me, so I obeyed Sir Penrith.

“Now put your hands beneath your breasts and hold them forward.”

He took the cane and traced it along the outlines of my breasts. Jago and Mrs. Bishop stood to the side and watched in amused silence. Then he smacked the cane down across the tops of my breasts. I gasped in pain and dropped them, the weight of them causing them to bounce. He moved the cane beneath them and lifting them, he said, “Hold them in your hands again.” Once again I did as he told me, although now they were throbbing with pain. He hit them again, but this time I did not drop them. I could feel two bright red stripes glowing across my breasts. 

He raised his cane again, but Jago stopped him this time. “I think that’s enough Penrith.”

“Oh, I see you have a soft spot for this slave. Very well. Now lower your head and push your breasts up so that you can lick your nipples. I know that they’re big enough for you to do that.”

They were, indeed, big enough for me to reach them with my tongue. As I swirled my tongue around first my right and then my left nipple, they grew hard and distended. 

Mrs. Bishop commented, “My God, she’s rather enjoying that, isn’t she? She’s getting herself excited.”

Sir Penrith laughed. “When I gave her that command, I had no idea that she would take such pleasure in it. Back on your hands and knees and spread your legs.”

I complied the best I could in my voluminous skirts. He asked Mrs. Bishop to lift my skirts in the back. She did so, and Sir Penrith came up behind me and ripped away all my undergarments. My bare bottom was exposed for all of them to see, and I was hoping now my Master would give me some relief. Instead Sir Penrith whacked my bottom with his cane. I cried out, and he struck me again. He shoved the cane between my legs and told me to spread them apart farther. I spread them as far as I could, and I knew that my wet cunny was now exposed as well.

He took the tip of his cane and began running it the length of my crack and my slit, dipping it into my juices whenever he reached my love hole. When it came up to my little bud, I tried to push against it furiously. It became a game for him. He lingered longer and longer at my bud, gently probing and lightly flicking the tip of his cane against it. My hips would rock, thrusting my bottom out, as I would come close to my climax, and then he would slide the cane back toward my bottom hole leaving me crying out in frustration.

Mrs. Bishop took great pleasure in this game. She would egg him on and urge him to pull the tip of the cane away from me before I could release my passion. Master stood to the side and watched my humiliation at their hands.

Finally Sir Penrith withdrew his cane and asked Mrs. Bishop if she’d like to see what an aroused slut looked and felt like. She got down behind me and brought her face close to my cunny to inspect me. To my enduring shame, I thrust myself against her face. She drew back abruptly and spanked my bottom with her bare hand. The smack resounded in the room, so that the two men knew I had done something wrong.

“Oh no you don’t, girl, I’m not doing that to you. I’ll leave that to your masters. And unlike you, I wouldn’t do it even it they ordered me to; I’d just walk out of the room. You can’t do that, can you? You need this too badly. Answer me.”

I heard Master’s voice behind me. “Answer her, little slave, and address her properly.”

I said softly, “Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better. You’d be wise to remember that you not only have two masters here, you have a mistress as well. And if I choose to lead you around by a collar and leash like a little pet and have you curl up naked at my feet and expose you to my friends, you’d do so, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She spanked me several more times before getting close to me again. She then stuck two fingers inside my vagina; withdrawing them she smeared my juices along my inner lips and took my bud between her two fingers. I gratefully squirmed against her, hoping she’d bring me to my longed for climax.

“My God, she’s so wet and her lips are swollen. I never knew a woman’s bud could get so big and hard; it’s sticking straight out. You should have it pierced, Jago. Then you could put a ring in it and attach a small chain to it. You could lead her around by her cunny; I would love to see that. I’d wager she’d love it too.”

My bud was throbbing under her touch now, and I felt at any moment I would explode for them all to see, but it was not to be. She suddenly took her fingers away and gave me another sharp spank on my bottom.

“No, not yet, whore, your master hasn’t given his permission.”




At His Pleasure Ch. 02



I almost cried in my frustration. Sir Penrith then returned to the front of me and shoved the tip of his cane into my mouth.

“Lick your juices off, and suck on it and make it all wet. Pretend it’s your master’s prick.”

I sucked on the cane as he moved it in and out of my mouth. He walked around behind me and I tensed in anticipation. I felt the tip of the cane probing my bottom hole and I clenched my cheeks together. 

“Alicia, dear, I need your help. Spread her cheeks wide open for me.”

She moved to my side, reached over and placing each of her hands on my bottom cheeks, she spread me wide. Sir Penrith began nudging my hole open with the tip of his cane. I tried to wriggle free, but he whacked me with the cane. Because my cheeks were open wide, the blow struck me across my tight hole. 

“Has she had anything in her bottom yet, Jago?”

His voice came as if from a long way away. “She’s had a little training, but not much.”

“Then we’ll go slowly. I know how protective you are of this little slave.”

He returned the tip of the cane to my bottom hole and began to probe inside. Slowly the cane entered my bottom hole filling me up and filling me with humiliation. I could only imagine the picture I presented with my bottom cheeks being spread by Mrs. Bishop and Sir Penrith shoving his cane into my hole. The length of the cane frightened me, but somehow I knew Master would protect me.

He twirled the cane around inside my bottom, moving it this way and that. I don’t know if it was the physical sensation of having my most secret area invaded, or the abject humiliation I felt at having something protruding from my bottom while two men and a woman watched, but I felt my excitement rising once more. I shoved my bottom against the cane and squeezed my muscles to take it into me. My reaction did not go unnoticed by the three. Sir Penrith began shoving the cane in and out of me a little more vigorously, matching the thrusts of my hips against it; Mrs. Bishop began pinching and caressing my bottom cheeks, instead of spreading them, now squeezing them together to close on the cane that was probing me; and I could hear my Master’s voice saying, “Good girl.”

Sir Penrith then handed off the cane to Mrs. Bishop, and she took over invading my hole while he moved in front of me. He undid his breeches and pulled out his manhood. I looked uncertainly at Master, and he told me, “Yes, take it, little one, it would please me.”

I opened my mouth and for the second time that night I had a man’s member in between my lips. He wanted me to lick him all over first and then take his sack in my mouth and gently suck on it. I did as he asked, as my Master asked. He then had me take the tip in my mouth and suck on it, letting it out of my mouth briefly and then pulling it back in between my lips. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer and began shoving himself in and out of my mouth. Mrs. Bishop’s strokes in my bottom hole matched Sir Penrith’s in my mouth. Back and forth, I was being invaded in two holes. Sir Penrith exploded in my mouth, shooting his hot seed down my throat. He withdrew from my mouth, and Mrs. Bishop stopped thrusting me from behind, although she left the cane protruding from my bottom.

They were talking to Master in low voices, and then Sir Penrith removed his cane from my bottom and they walked out of the picture gallery. I remained on the floor on my hands and knees with my breasts spilling out of my bodice and my bare, aching bottom stuck up in the air.

Master approached me then and gently laid me on my back with my skirts around my waist. “You are so lovely and submissive; it gave me great pride to watch you being used tonight, knowing you submitted because I wished it.”

He moved down between my legs and began running his tongue along first my outer lips, then my inner lips. I only regretted that I was not smooth and clean-shaven as I had been on the previous occasion. He drew my pulsating bud between his lips and began sucking on it. I felt my sweet death almost immediately, flooding his mouth with my cream. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me deeply, while probing my nethermouth with his manhood. He parted me and began thrusting deeper and deeper. I met his thrusts with a bucking of my hips. I climaxed again deep within, and he answered with his own climax, shooting his effusion into my warm, welcoming purse.

After we had both recovered he helped me to my feet. I secured my breasts back inside my bodice and straightened my skirts; he smoothed my hair for me. I reached for my torn undergarments and he stopped me.

“Leave them. Let them wonder what went on here tonight.”

He offered me his arm, which I took, and we left the picture gallery, made our way down the long hallway, and descended the stairs. I had no idea how much time we spent there; at least nobody had come looking for me. As we entered the ballroom, it was clear that the treasure hunt had ended just moments before. The winners were being congratulated and presented with their “treasures”: a jeweled fan for the woman and a gold snuffbox for the man. Thank God Mrs. Bishop and Sir Penrith were not among the milling guests.

My mother saw us from across the room and came toward us.

“I’m surprised you didn’t win the treasure hunt, Clarissa. You’re usually so good at this type of game.”

Jago spoke up. “I’m afraid that’s entirely my fault, Lady Campion. If we had followed Clarissa’s sensible lead, we would have won easily. Instead we went off course on some whim on which I insisted, and alas, we didn’t win.”

“Well, I suppose the important thing is that you enjoyed yourselves.” She looked at me rather anxiously.

“Oh, I think we rather did, don’t you, Clarissa?”

“Y-yes, I think we did.”

“Clarissa, are you feeling well? You look a little flushed; it is very warm in here. Perhaps we should be leaving now. Again, Lord Trevellyn, thank you for your help with my husband, and thank you for taking charge of my daughter tonight.”

“I assure you there is nothing I would have rather done than take charge of your daughter tonight. Ladies, have a pleasant stay in London.”

He bowed to us and kissed my mother’s hand first and then mine. He then turned and walked away. I said silently to his retreating back, “Please don’t leave me, Master.” As if he heard me, he turned and gave me one last look.



At His Pleasure Ch. 03



We were leaving London in a few days’ time; after my father’s adventures with the Monmouth Rebellion, my mother was uneasy with the political climate here. James II was passing more and more laws to support tolerance of all religions, but everyone understood that this was meant to give free reign to Catholics. Not that we were opposed to religious freedom, but once the Catholics regained their power we feared a repeat of horrors such as the Smithfield Fires. There was already talk of replacing James II with his estranged daughter Mary and her Protestant husband, William of Orange. My mother was very afraid that my father would become embroiled in another treasonous plot to unseat the king. 

But once again, it was not court politics that possessed my thoughts these days. I had a hard time believing the events that occurred on the night of the treasure hunt in that portrait gallery actually took place, and were not the fantastic dream-like imaginings that they seemed to me almost a week later. Ever since my father’s rescue at the hands of Jago Trevellyn, my mother’s opinion of that gentleman had been rapidly improving. She didn’t realize, of course, that this man had subjugated her only daughter to rape, sodomy, and the most painful humiliations at the hands of strangers. She also had no knowledge of the fact that her daughter craved this treatment, indeed reveled in it.

My mother had gone out for the day with her sister and her husband for a boat ride up the Thames, and then they were stopping at one of the many coffee houses on their return. I feigned a lassitude I did not really feel, as I would not be good company with my mind in such turmoil. As I was fidgeting in my aunt and uncle’s drawing room, I heard a knock on the door. Shortly after, the butler appeared with a thick cream-colored envelope on his silver tray. 

“For you, Miss Campion.”

I glanced at the handwriting on the outside of the envelope, which was unfamiliar to me, and then slit it open with my uncle’s letter opener. It was an invitation to dine from Mrs. Bishop at her townhouse near Whitehall. There was a small slip of paper folded inside the invitation. I carefully unfolded it and smoothed it out on the table. It read:

“My dearest Clarissa, I have loaned you to Mrs. Bishop for the afternoon. You 

are to obey her as you would obey me. In pleasing her, you please me. She will 

give me a full account of your behavior and actions, and I expect that you will 

conduct yourself as my good and submissive slave.”

It was signed by Jago. I felt the familiar thrill of response. Would he be there? I didn’t fancy being subjected to Mrs. Bishop’s cruel whims, but if Jago were there, I would happily comply with her wishes. The butler was hovering in the entrance hall as he had been instructed to do, waiting for my reply. I scribbled a note of acceptance and handed it to him. Mrs. Bishop would be sending her phaeton for me in one hour’s time.

I changed from my morning dress to an afternoon tea gown, although I was fairly certain that I would not remain clothed for long. My mouth felt dry and my knees were slightly trembling as I awaited Mrs. Bishop’s transportation to her townhouse. I left my mother a note as to my whereabouts and swept out the front door to the waiting phaeton.

The ride was brief, as I was traveling from Hyde Park to St. James Park, and I was deposited in front of an elegant townhouse of recent construction. There was a small wrought-iron gate encircling the property and a neat garden with a small pear tree in the front. I rang the bell and a serving girl answered the door; she showed me into Mrs. Bishop’s drawing room, which was tastefully and expensively furnished. While I stood in the middle of the room uncertainly, Mrs. Bishop herself came into the room. She was beautifully and stylishly dressed, and I stared beyond her anxiously hoping to see Jago. She smiled slightly as if interpreting my glance.

“Your Master is not here, my dear. I fancied you so much the other night, however, he agreed to allow me to make use of you. He will be very pleased at your compliance; I, of course, will report everything to him. You are to obey me as your Mistress today and address me properly; do you understand?”

I cast my eyes downward and replied, “Yes, Mistress.” Oh, why wasn’t Jago here? I could endure anything if he were present, giving me his approval and wrapping me in his arms and taking me when everything was over. I was rather frightened to be alone with this woman.

“I’m going to turn you over to the ministrations of my own lady’s maid, Genevieve. She will transform you into my perfect pet.”

Was this to be a repetition of the preparation I had at Jago’s country estate? I would soon discover that it was, but worse and Mrs. Bishop was present during the entire toilette; her purpose seemed to be to enhance my humiliation.

First Genevieve bathed me in the tub; it was even more luxurious than the one Jago had for it was large and stood on claw feet. Mrs. Bishop stood to the side and directed Genevieve’s actions. She circled her lathered hands around my breasts, pinching my nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she did so. Once my nipples were erect and protruding, Mrs. Bishop had me spread my legs in the tub, and Genevieve ran her fingers down between the folds of my nether lips. She then placed first one and then a second finger inside my purse, moving them in and out while the palm of her hand pressed against my pearl. The familiar feelings overtook me as I pushed up against her hand.

Mrs. Bishop stopped Genevieve and told me, “You’ll find I’m not as sentimental as your Master; you must ask permission before reaching your climax. If you fail to do so, you’ll be severely punished. Do you understand?”

I gasped in frustration as Genevieve moved her hand, and I answered, “Yes, Mistress. May I please climax?”

She said shortly, “No. Now get on your hands and knees in the tub and turn your bottom toward Genevieve.”

At first she soaped up my bottom and ran her fingers down my crack; I waited for the inevitable finger in my hole, and Genevieve did not disappoint. I was growing accustomed to being invaded here and was beginning to enjoy the sensation. Genevieve managed to insert three fingers inside me and slowly prodded and stretched me out. I then heard a sucking sound in the water behind me, but dared not look around. Soon after I felt a hard rubber hose being inserted into my bottom. I jerked away in consternation and earned a sharp slap on my bottom cheek from Mrs. Bishop for my insubordination.

“Hold still, slut. You need to be thoroughly cleaned out for what I have planned for you.”

Genevieve placed a steadying hand on the small of my back as she continued to feed the hose into my bottom. Once she had it in place, she stepped back behind me and I heard a pumping sound. To my amazed horror, I felt water being pumped into bottom up to my bowels. I tried to squirm away again, and again Mrs. Bishop struck me once on each bottom cheek.

“Clench your muscles and hold the tube inside; do not release any of the water until I tell you to.”

I gritted my teeth and nodded my head. Finally Genevieve finished filling me up with water, and she stepped away leaving the hose dangling from my bottom. Mrs. Bishop then came around to the front of me and reached down and began playing with my button. It immediately swelled under her touch and she pinched it hard. Oh God, how did she expect me to hold that water inside when she was doing this to me? I tried to concentrate on the unpleasant pressure in my bowels instead of the very pleasant sensations between my legs. Mrs. Bishop could see my predicament. I longed to feel the release she was offering, but knew if I did, most likely I would lose my hold on the water that filled me up.

“I’m giving you permission to climax, slut. Go ahead. However, I don’t want to see one drop of water come out of your bottom.”

I squeezed my eyes closed and thought of the harsh punishment she would give me if I released the water. She finally relented and ended my torment by removing her fingers. 

“Genevieve, bring the chamber pot and help her out of the tub.”

I was dreading relinquishing the water almost as much as I was anticipating it. I got out of the tub with some difficulty, even with Genevieve’s help, for my bowels felt cramped and it was hard for me to straighten my body.

“Now squat over the chamber pot and release when I tell you to.”

I was crimson with embarrassment, but I did as she asked. Once I was squatting over the chamber pot, she slapped both of my bottom cheeks and commanded, “Now!”

The water gushed down from my bowels out of my bottom hole, making a humiliating sound as it splashed into the blue porcelain pot. 

Mrs. Bishop smiled approvingly, tauntingly, “Good girl. Now take her back to the tub, Genevieve, and clean off that mess she made on herself.”

I stepped back into the tub where Genevieve washed off my bottom and my thighs before pulling me out again. I was laid out on the bed, and Genevieve began shaving my mound. Mrs. Bishop then instructed me to lift my legs, bend my knees, and hook my arms underneath to hold myself in place. Genevieve then started shaving my outer lips and carefully around my now swollen bud. Mrs. Bishop pulled my lips this way and that, teasing me toward a climax I would not be allowed to reach. She then tipped me back even further so Genevieve could reach between my crack.

Mrs. Bishop sighed a little in disgust. “This area is always so hard to shave properly because the skin wrinkles a little. Let me help you, Genevieve.”

She went to a basket and pulled out a smooth wooden phallus-shaped object. She took a small bottle of scented oil and lubricated the tip and shaft of the phallus. Then she moved toward me in my vulnerable state and worked the phallus into my anus. I grunted a little as the object was larger than the one Jago had Molly insert into me, and it was also much larger than Sir Penrith’s cane and Genevieve’s three fingers. Thankfully, she didn’t shove it all the way in, and with my puckered hole now stretched out, Genevieve continued to shave me completely smooth and hairless. 

She then rubbed the scented oil on my mound, down between my lips, and around the phallus still protruding from my bottom. 

“Now, slave, keep your legs apart and reach down and finger yourself; play with that little swollen bud of yours and make it nice and hard. Don’t forget, I’ve seen for myself how huge it can get. And while you’re doing that, manipulate the phallus in and out of your bottom.”

Mrs. Bishop and Genevieve stood opposite my spread legs and stood watching as if waiting for a show. They were waiting for a show, and I was the entertainment.

I moved my fingers down slowly and began touching myself; I moved the phallus around, careful not to insert it any deeper in my tight anus.

“Oh I see what you’re doing; you’re not trying very hard are you? You’re afraid to get too aroused only to be denied your climax. You will suffer for that indiscretion. Shove your two fingers all the way into your love hole; wet them with your juices, and then suck your fingers clean.”

I didn’t know how she was going to make me suffer and tried not to think about that, as I followed her other command. My fingers were slick with my cream, and I put them in my mouth to suck them.

“Now it’s time to get ready for my guests.”

Guests? What was she talking about? She had people coming over, and they were going to see me naked? I fervently hoped one of them would be Jago.

She had me stand up in front of Genevieve, and the maid took a pot of rouge and began rubbing it on my nipples. They glowed a dark pink; next she rouged the lips of my cunny, running a finger up my slit. I then bent over and spread my legs while she encircled my bottom hole with the pink paint. She then took out a pair of clamps that I recognized immediately as being for my nipples. These clamps were smaller than the emeralds ones Jago had for me, and there were little bells attached to the ends. Every time my breast moved or bounced, it would be accompanied by this humiliating little tinkle of the bell. To emphasize that point, once Genevieve had the clamps attached to my nipples, Mrs. Bishop slapped them back and forth. 

She then told me to get on my hands and knees.

“Get used to this position, slave, for you will be my pet today in every way.”

She went to her basket of toys again, and this time she withdrew a phallus similar to the one still sticking out of my hole but bigger and it had long horsehairs connected to the end, so that it formed a tail. I knew what was in store for me, and I instinctively clenched my muscles around the smaller phallus already invading me. 

Mrs. Bishop sat on the edge of the bed and ordered me to crawl to her. This I did with the horrid little bells jangling on my nipples. She patted her lap, which I took to mean that’s where she wanted me, so I positioned myself across her knees. 

“Spread your legs.”

She roughly pulled the phallus out of my anus, and it gaped open for a moment leaving me feeling horribly exposed and open. She then brought her hand down upon my bare bottom and spanked me over and over. I lost count, as she alternated between cheeks, making sure to land a few blows between my crack. My bottom was stinging and I could feel the red color spreading the heat across both cheeks.

“This is for not trying hard enough when I told you to play with yourself. And there’s a little more discomfort ahead for you as well.”

She took the larger phallus with the tale and spread some cream from a jar up and down its length. She then unceremoniously shoved this phallus deep into my hole, causing me to gasp with surprise and pain. The pain was replaced by an awful burning feeling inside my hole; whatever she put on the phallus was itching and burning me now, and I squirmed and wiggled on her lap trying to escape the sensation. She held onto the phallus and plunged it in and out of me, going deeper each time.

“The burning will go away shortly, but you need to learn to obey your Mistress. It pleases me so much to humiliate you, slut. You think you can steal Jago’s affections away from me? You’re simply a whore to be used, and he will realize that soon enough. Perhaps we will keep you as our little pet together. He can use you to suck on his manhood to prepare it for me; then you can be tied to the bedposts while you watch him make love to me. When he’s done satisfying me, you can clean my juices from his member with your tongue. We will make you perform degrading tricks for our friends, and then pass you around for their enjoyment while we watch. He’ll never want you for himself after that, but you will continue to serve him because you’ve fallen in love with him, haven’t you? I saw the way you looked at him. That was a very foolish thing to do, girl; every woman who falls for Jago Trevellyn will be hurt in the end…except me. Perhaps when we’re done using you, we’ll sell you to the slave traders from Arabia.”

I listened to her words with mounting fear. Is this what Jago planned for me? She was right; I had fallen in love with him. He mustn’t care much for me if he would turn me over to this woman, his lover, to torture and humiliate me. But still I held out hope that he would be here today, and he would be pleased with me. Perhaps he would even kiss me again…

She abruptly slapped my burning derriere and shoved the phallus deep inside me. She then pushed me back down to my hands and knees. 

“One final touch, and you will be ready for my guests.”

She brought out another clip and handed it to Genevieve, who had been standing placidly by throughout my ordeal. She bent down between my legs and fastened the clip to my swollen fleshy outer lip. I cried out in pain. 

“Do you remember last time I told Jago he should have your nodule pierced and attach a leash to it? Well, we may do that in time, but for now the clamp will have to suffice.”

She then brought forth a jeweled leather leash, the type ladies of fashion fastened to their little dogs when they took them walking. Again she handed it to Genevieve who attached the clip on the end of the leash to the clamp on my nether lip. She really was going to treat me as her pet.

“Now sit back on your hind legs, little bitch, and wait for my summons. Don’t sit on your tail. I’ll send my maid, Colette, up to you when I’m ready for you. You will be required to relieve yourself in the chamber pot before you come down. I don’t want my pet to commit any embarrassing accidents in front of my guests. If you refuse Colette’s order, you’ll be wishing for my bare hand on your bottom again after you feel the tip of my whip lick at your pretty, pouting, roughed lips.

I felt like ripping all of her little “decorations” from my body and running from the house, but my one thought was still “Jago.” He would be disappointed if I failed to follow Mrs. Bishop’s commands. So I sat back and waited.

Presently, a young serving girl timidly entered the room. She stood and stared at me with wide eyes and open mouth.

“Oh my goodness, you really are Mrs. Bishop’s pet, aren’t you? Why are you letting her do this to you?”

I shook my head mutely.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t tell her you talked. She’s mean, and as soon as I can find me another position, I’m taking it and leaving here.”

I blushed and stuttered, “I’m doing it because my Master wishes me to.”

“Oh, you’re doing this to please a man?”

I nodded again.

“Mrs. Bishop told me that you did it because you liked it; she said it got you excited, you know, sexually.”

I had to admit to myself, as rough as Mrs. Bishop’s treatment was of me, there had been a building tension between my legs the entire time. The pinching pain I felt in my nipples and my cunny, the itching and burning I felt in my stretched out anus, the stinging, blazing heat I still felt on my bottom, and the humiliation of being leashed between my legs and treated like a pet all created an unbearable thrill of excitement for me. I knew I was wet and would let anyone relieve me in any way. How could I explain all that to this wide-eyed girl? I couldn’t even explain it to myself.

I hung my head in shame and admitted to her that it did arouse me. 

She got a sly, knowing look in her eye, and said coyly, “I don’t believe you. Can I feel for myself? I’m supposed to report things to Mrs. Bishop about you, like if you don’t pee for me. I’ll tell her things if you don’t let me.”

I was even at the mercy of this little serving girl. I nodded my assent and spread my legs open for her. Carefully avoiding the clip on my outer lip, she hungrily dipped her middle finger into my love hole, scooped up the plentiful moisture there, and pulled it out, smearing it along my engorged bud as she did so. Feeling my protrusion, she looked in for a closer look. She seemed fascinated by my huge nub and quickly groped inside me with two fingers releasing still more moisture. She then took my bud between these two fingers and began rolling it around. I pushed against her, looking for that longed for relief. She stopped suddenly with a look of fear on her face, and I groaned and begged her to continue.

“Please, please don’t stop now.”

“Mrs. Bishop didn’t say nothing about me touching you. You’re going to get me in trouble. If she smells you on my fingers, I might get a whipping myself. Here, clean them off.”

She offered her two small grubby fingers for my cleansing, and I took them in my mouth and sucked them. She then played with the bells on my nipples for a little while until Mrs. Bishop herself came in.

“Has she been a good little pet, Colette?”

Colette gave me a sideways glance and nodded shyly. 

“All right then, my pet, time to relieve yourself. Remember, I don’t want any accidents. Colette, take her leash and lead her to the chamber pot.”




At His Pleasure Ch. 03



Colette lifted the leash and once more I got back on all fours and crawled over to the detested bowl. Mrs. Bishop ordered me to squat over the pot and urinate, and I did so. My distended bud and the clip on my lip caused my stream to scatter and urine ran down my thigh and dripped off my buttocks.

“Tsk, tsk, what a messy little pet you are. I expect better from you if you need to relieve yourself in front of my guests.”

Oh God, she wouldn’t, would she? Colette took a towel and cleaned me up. 

“Follow me down with the pet in a few minutes, Colette.”

“Yes, Madam.”

After she left, Colette smirked at me a little and explained the “rules” to me. I was to precede her downstairs on all fours; she would walk behind me holding the leash up between my legs with my “tail” falling to one side of the leash. I wasn’t to crawl too far ahead of her in case the clip was pulled off my lip. If that happened, she promised that Mrs. Bishop would be very angry indeed. I was to keep my head up and arch my back as we walked. I could only hope that Jago would be waiting for me and protect me against any more pain that Mrs. Bishop planned for me. Was she right? Did he intend to keep me as a pet for himself and Mrs. Bishop? I couldn’t bear to watch him make love to her.

Colette nudged my sore bottom with the tip of her shoe to get me to move, and I began crawling. She followed me with the leash in hand. I tried not to walk too far ahead of her and kept my head up, longing for a glimpse of Jago. It was difficult to negotiate the stairs, but we managed. Colette kept tugging at the leash to rub it against my cunny and my crack; I didn’t know if this was at Mrs. Bishop’s direction, or if she was just beginning to enjoy her role as my tormenter.

As we entered the drawing room, the feminine chatter came to a halt. Five pairs of eyes watched my undignified approach, and Jago wasn’t there. 

“Ladies, this is my new little pet. She’s very well trained already. Pet, come to the center of the room and turn around. If you’re wondering how I train her so well and so quickly, observe her very red bottom. I did have to give her a little spanking. Pet, shake your tail for my friends to show them how happy you are to meet them.”

I wagged my bottom back and forth so that the tail swished behind me. The ladies laughed appreciatively.

“She’s going to sit at my feet now, but I’ll leave her leash out. If you wish to amuse yourself a little with her, simply tug at her leash and she will come to sit at your feet.”

Mrs. Bishop pulled me into position at the base of her chair. I faced her chair with my forearms and my face against the floor, my bottom stuck out high behind me toward the other ladies in the room, and my legs spread wide for them to see all of my charms. My leash lay out behind me between my legs. If one of the ladies couldn’t reach the leash, they were to call Colette over to tug it for them. Colette remained in the corner watching the scene with wonder.

The ladies continued their chatter about this and that; I actually recognized some of the names they mentioned in their gossip. Then the first tug came. It was the sophisticated looking woman about Mrs. Bishop’s age; she had looked at me very distastefully when I entered the room. I crawled to her chair. 

“Sit up on your hind legs, pet, and clasp your arms behind your back and push out those big breasts of yours. She has globes the size of a whore’s. Shake your breasts for me and let me hear your little bells.”

I did as she requested, and the hideous bells jangled as my breasts bounced together. She then continued conversing with the others as she flicked the clamps on my nipples back and forth. She then slapped my right breast hard from the outside, and I nearly fell over. She slapped my left breast the same way. The bells rang furiously. She cupped each breast in her hand feeling its weight, and then dropped it so that it bounced heavily.

“Really, Alicia, if you could milk her breasts, you could feed your whole household staff. They’re really quite obscene. Go away now, pet.”

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed me backward. I fell with my legs spread out in front of her, and Colette giggled. 

“Back on your hands and knees and back to my chair.”

The next tug came from an older woman sitting next to a younger one; I took them to be mother and daughter because they had the same horsy-looking faces. I crawled over to her to accept my next humiliation. She patted her ample lap and ordered me to crawl over her knees. Oh God, I couldn’t take another spanking. 

She did spank me but they were soft, almost like pats, and between each one she caressed and pinched my bottom.

“May I play with her tail a little, Alicia? Will she enjoy that?”

“Don’t worry about what she’ll enjoy, Ellen, do what you please. She enjoys it all anyway.”

The woman called “Ellen” grabbed the end of the phallus that was sticking out of my bottom, and began to pull it out a little. I had forgotten about the cream Mrs. Bishop spread on the phallus before inserting it into my anus because it had stopped burning, but this action by Ellen renewed the sensation and I began wiggling in her lap. 

“Oh look, I believe she likes this.”

She continued to turn the phallus around in my bottom hole and move it in and out slowly. Despite myself, I began to feel pleasure. My nub was against her knees and soon I was rubbing against her lap to increase the feelings there. I could feel Ellen’s daughter’s eyes on me as she watched me writhe and squirm to reach my climax. Ellen soon realized the effect she was having on me and quickly stopped. She pushed me from her lap, and I fell to the floor.

“Oh my, your pet was getting a little too excited for my tastes. I don’t want her doing that on my lap.”

“Come back here, pet.”

I crawled back to my place next to Mrs. Bishop’s chair. I knew it was coming; I heard the daughter’s plaintive high-pitched voice. 

“Oh, I want her now, Mummy. Maid, come and tug her leash for me.”

Colette obliged and soon I was crawling over to the daughter whose eyes shined with a curious light.

“Can I make her do anything, Mrs. Bishop?”

“Of course, Mina.”

“Sit on your bottom in front of me with your legs spread wide open. I want to look at you.”

I spread myself open for her, and she stared at my roughed lips with the clip and leash still firmly in place. 

“She doesn’t have any hair. Why is she bare down there?”

Mrs. Bishop laughed. “I want my pet to be clean, so I shaved all her hair off. It’s easier to see her responses that way too. You’ll see.”

Next the girl pointed her finger at my bud and touched it with her fingertip sending a shiver through me.

“What’s that, Mummy?”

Her mother stammered and blushed. “Why it’s called a clitoris, Mina.”

“Why don’t I have one?”

Mrs. Bishop stepped in to help out Mina. “You do have one, my dear girl; it’s nestled in your nether lips.”

“How come hers is sticking out like that?”

Mrs. Bishop again came to the rescue. “It’s because she’s aroused, dear Mina; she’s a little slut pet. When whores become excited, their buds protrude like that. I’m especially proud of my pet’s because it gets so big. I’m going to have it pierced and put a ring through it for her. Then I can tug on her leash as hard as I like.”

“What happens if I keep touching it?”

“She’ll have a climax. Do you want to do that to her?”

“Oh yes, I heard that men have that, but I never heard of women doing that.”

“As I said, only whores reach a climax. You may do that to her if you wish, Mina dear, but my pet has rules to follow and she must ask me permission before releasing. You may ask permission now pet by wagging your tail at me.”

I was sitting on my bottom, spread-legged for Mina, so I got back on my hands and knees, pointed my bottom toward Mrs. Bishop, and wagged that infernal tail back and forth by wiggling my bottom.

“Yes, pet, you may climax for Mina.”

I didn’t really want this snooty girl who was just about my age to bring me my relief, but I needed it so badly. Oh Jago, where are you? I got back into position in front of Mina, and she took the tip of her forefinger and traced it around the base of my bud.

“Why is she all wet? Did she urinate on herself?”

“Oh my, no. My pet is well trained; I’ll show you later. That moisture comes from inside her purse, and again, it’s because she’s excited.”

I could tell that Mina felt a small thrill at the power she had over me. She continued tentatively with the tip of her finger and traced down toward my love hole. She placed just the tip inside and wiggled it around. She drew it out and held her finger up to inspect my wetness and to let everyone else see. 

“She really is wet in there. What does it taste like? May I lick it, Mummy?”

Ellen looked toward Mrs. Bishop, and she nodded, smiling. Mina stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of her finger, licking off my juices. 

“Mmm, it’s kind of sweet tasting.”

Her finger returned to my cunny, and she swirled it into my cream again and then spread my wetness all over the inside of my lips. She seemed to be avoiding my bud. My lips were swelling at her touch, and the clip bit into me painfully. She finally screwed up her courage and touched the tip of my bud with her finger; my body gave a great shudder. She noticed my response and touched it again. I pushed toward her finger trying to encourage her to do more. That frightened her off and she pulled her finger away abruptly and slapped at my cunny. 

“Stop that! Don’t push me.”

She took her one fingertip again and continued her slow examination between my legs. I hated her for frustrating me like this. I wasn’t looking forward to climaxing in front of these five women and Colette in the corner, but I needed to feel that release. I had been teased long enough. 

She finally returned to my swollen nub. She encircled it again and again, dragging it along with her finger. I tried not to push up against her and scare her away again, but I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking. She noticed the effect her action was having on me and watched me carefully. Adding a second finger to her exquisite play, she tweaked my bud between her two fingers. The other women had stopped chattering to watch my progress, and Colette had moved from her corner to stare breathlessly down at Mina’s fingers probing me. Again and again, Mina dipped her fingers into my pool of honey to ease their slick journey along my cunny. The bells on my nipples jingled as I convulsively squeezed my breasts together. 

My bottom was now coming up off the floor in a rhythmic movement. As it pounded back down on the carpet, the phallus in my rear shoved into me again and again. Mina’s mother was craning her neck around my back to watch the phallus impale me. Sensing her control over the entire room, Mina withdrew her fingers suddenly. I cried out in my frustration, and she simply giggled. My bottom was up off the floor, my tail hanging beneath me, that portion of the leash slick with my juices; I lunged my hips forward willing her to finish what she started. 

“I want her to beg me, Mrs. Bishop. Will you allow her to speak and beg me?”

“Certainly, Mina, she is for your enjoyment. Pet, beg Mina for what you want and address her correctly. Remember we are all your Mistresses today.”

Oh no, I couldn’t do this. The five women in the room, all elegantly dressed and daintily sipping their coffee, were watching my sweat-glistened naked body with a tail sticking out of my bottom, a leash attached to my nether lip, my nipples protruding forward as I squeezed my breasts between my arms, and my hard, thick pearl twitching and convulsing in a fever of desire. And now I had to beg this girl to release me? They were all watching me in anticipation; Mina with a cruel, entitled smile on her lips, Mrs. Bishop as satisfied as a cat, Ellen anxious to have her daughter get what she wanted, the fourth woman licking her lips, the one who played with my breasts looking away in disgust, and Colette wide-eyed, mouth agape. 

I lowered my lashes and managed to whisper, “Please keep touching me, Mistress. Please bring me to my climax.”

She laughed with glee and resumed her caresses to my cunny. The tension was so great, I felt my release almost immediately. I stiffened then moaned as my whole body relaxed and I slumped to the floor. Mina cupped her hand over my lips and shoved two fingers inside my purse. I flooded her hand with my cream, and I knew my sugared walls were grasping at her fingers. She left her hand and fingers there until I finished; then she pulled her hand away and showed the others in the room. 

“There’s so much juice coming out of her, it’s dripping down her crack toward her tail. Mummy, that was so fun; I’d like to try it again sometime.”

“Of course you may, Mina, that is if Alicia so kindly allows us to use her pet again.”

“But of course, that’s what she’s to be used for – others’ pleasure.” She blushed, which seemed incongruous for her, and batted her eyelashes a little. “My amour gave her to me to use as I please.”

At the mention of Jago, I glanced quickly at Mrs. Bishop. I didn’t understand him; I thought he wanted me for his pleasure. He wasn’t even here to witness my submission. I knew I couldn’t trust Mrs. Bishop; what if she gave an ill report of me to Jago?

Mina’s hands were still wet; looking for a place to discreetly wipe them, she chose my breasts. She smeared my cream across the tops of my breasts and down toward my nipples. Then she dipped her palm down for more, as there was plenty, and smeared that across my face and lips. She had gained so much confidence since her first tentative touch.

“Lick your lips now, pet.”

I complied and saw Ellen give her daughter a look of maternal pride at her dominant nature, so unlike her own.

“Back to me pet. Belinda, are you going to partake of my pet’s offerings today?”

“Of course, I’d like to see how well she’s trained. She’s amazingly compliant and submissive. You must tell me your secret, Alicia. I’ve never had a pet so willing to please.”

Her “secret” was my devotion to Jago, but she wouldn’t admit that to them.

“I have my ways, Belinda. It helps that she’s so naturally suited to be a slave. She has a body made for submission and the mindset to follow.”

Belinda stood up herself and grasped my leash from behind. She pulled at it, teasing my lips.

“Come little pet, show me how well you’re housetrained. Maid, bring me the chamber pot.”

Oh no, not in front of everyone. Now that my lips were distended from my orgasm, it would be worse. Colette dutifully brought the chamber pot forward and placed it in the middle of the room, in the middle of the circle of women. Belinda yanked at my leash to lead me toward the pot. 

“Squat down and let’s see how well you do.”

My face was flaming with embarrassment; at least she removed the leash from my clip. I squatted over the chamber pot and tried to shut out the faces around me and concentrate. Finally a trickle of urine made its way out of my body and dripped into the chamber pot. They all clapped as if I had just performed some amazing feat. The trickle turned into a stream, which made its wayward course down my thighs and bottom. 

Belinda admonished, “You naughty pet; you made a little mess.” She took her closed up fan and whacked my bottom a few times. 

“I’d like to see how well she uses her mouth, Alicia. Do you have anyone deserving in your household?”

My mind reeled, deserving of what? What was she suggesting?

“I thought that might be part of our entertainment, ladies, so I have some reserves in the kitchen. Colette?”

Colette apparently knew what she was supposed to do, and she ran off for the kitchen. She returned with three men trailing behind her. I felt a flush creep up my whole body as they stared at my naked body with big grins on their faces. These men were obviously stable boys or gardeners. They were all young and a little grubby, but oh so eager.

Belinda lined them up with their backs to the fireplace. 

“Men, this is a race. Whomever squirts in the pet’s mouth first gets to replace that tail in her bum with his hard cock”

I was shocked; not even Jago had put his manhood into that hole. I couldn’t believe that I would have to put each man’s member in my mouth while the women watched. 

“Ladies, you may cheer on your favorite. Pet, you are to suck them any way they tell you to suck them. Each man will get 2 minutes to start; if you don’t ejaculate into her mouth in that time, she moves onto the next recipient. If she goes through all three of you, she starts over again, and the time period gets shorter and shorter as you get closer and closer. I believe I’ve left enough time for each of you to get a few thorough suckings.”

Mina’s eyes were shining with excitement; her mother acted if she found the games a little distasteful. Mrs. Bishop was looking at me spitefully. Each man dropped his breeches and exposed his member. All three of them were already in a semi-erect state. I noticed that the first man had a medium sized member, smaller than Jago’s; the big man in the middle who must have stood 6’5” with brawny muscles and a barrel chest had a huge member with a large purple head; I finally dragged my eyes away from it to inspect the third man. His was also of medium size but very thick around. Oh why did I have to do this and not even for Jago’s pleasure?

I crawled to the first man in line, knelt before him, and took him in my mouth. 

His voice was gruff. “Just hold still, pet; keep your lips tight around me, and I’ll just fuck your mouth.”

His use of the crude word made me start, but I sealed my lips around him and let him pump me. He battered the back of my throat and I gagged many times. He seemed to be Colette’s favorite for she was urging him on. His two minutes were up and he pulled out of my mouth when Belinda called the time. I crawled to the next man, the giant. 

“I want you to lick me all over, pet, so you can feel the entire length and breadth of my cock. Then suck on my sack, very gently. If you nip or bite, I’ll bring my bare hand down on your pretty red arse. After you lick, start sucking. Take it all in, or as much as you can.”

I ran my tongue up and down his huge manhood; he had a drop of effusion already at his tip, which I licked off. I finally got to his large sack and carefully held each one in my mouth. I must have been too rough, for he brought his heavy hand down on my bottom and smacked me. I resumed my job more gently. He was clearly Mina’s favorite, and she continually told him it looked like I was being too harsh just to get the satisfaction of seeing him spank me again. He did so several times, but I think it was to please her rather than because of anything I did wrong.

I stuffed him into my mouth, as much would fit. I was afraid he was going to explode immediately, but Belinda called time. I didn’t want this man to win the contest; he was bigger than anything that had gone into my bottom hole thus far.

Crawling to the third man with the thick member, I awaited his instructions. Before speaking, he rubbed the head of his manhood all over my face, finally running it across my lips. 

“Take just the head in, pet, and suck on it hard. I want to hear you.”

I filled my mouth with saliva and noisily sucked on his head. The room fell quiet, so that the sound almost reverberated off the walls. 

I heard Belinda comment to Mrs. Bishop, “Really, Alicia, she’s quite an excellent slave. She so dutifully complies with each man’s individual request.”

She didn’t realize that for me, each man was Jago, and I was trying to please him by pleasing these men. 

The man ordered me to take in the rest of his shaft and continue sucking. I sucked harder and harder, anything to avoid the hugely endowed man in the middle. Alas, his time was up, and I returned to the first man. He pumped my mouth as before to Colette’s encouragement, but he had a shorter time and couldn’t quite make it to the finish. I moved once again to heavily hung man with the stinging hands. Each man knew what he liked, and he too had me repeat what I had done before but faster. He didn’t spend as much time spanking me either, much to the pouting dismay of Mina. He again shoved his member into my mouth when I finished licking him, and he was almost down my throat and he was still just halfway in my mouth. His hips began rocking back and forth, and I wished for Belinda to call time. Too late. He gave a massive groan and spewed his seed down my throat. Mina jumped up and down and squealed. I gulped it all down until he lay softened between my lips. 




At His Pleasure Ch. 03



“Ladies, we have our winner. We’ll give him some time to recover himself as we ready his pet.”

I stared at his huge shaft in dismay; even partially soft it was still enormous. Mina was dancing around the room, clapping her hands.

“This is going to be so much fun to watch.”

Mrs. Bishop asked her if she wanted to help in the preparations, and she agreed readily. I was pulled up and bent over the overstuffed arm of a soft chair. I spread my legs wide as commanded and Mina reached in and pulled the tailed phallus out of my anus. My hole gaped open; this is what Mrs. Bishop had been preparing me for. I glanced to my side and saw Mrs. Bishop pour some oil into Mina’s hands. She approached the giant and began smoothing the oil along his organ. It was obvious she had never touched a man like that before; her touch was soft and hesitant. He gave a great laugh and grabbed her hands and rubbed them along his shaft. She gasped and drew back in confusion. The giant then moved behind me, his member already hard again, the purple head waving proudly before him.

Mina approached me with more oil on her hands and began massaging it into my bottom. She looked timidly at Mrs. Bishop who encouraged her, “Go ahead, dear.”

She then plunged three of her oily fingers inside of me and rubbed them along the inner walls of my canal. I still felt open from the phallus, so her fingers hardly stretched me. The big man then placed the tip of his cock against my hole and waited for Belinda’s signal. She must have given it, for he eased his huge member inside me. I felt as if I was being stretched to my limit, and he just had the head in. 

“Relax, pet and let it all in.”

I tried to relax my muscles, and as soon as he felt that give he began to plunge forward. A thin scream tore from my throat as I felt as if I was being ripped asunder. When I looked up I noticed the two losers of the contest facing me with their breeches still down and their hands firmly encircling their pricks. They were watching the action and rubbing themselves at the same time. All the women were gathered behind to watch the huge cock impale me. I felt my bottom cheeks spread wide open to accommodate him, and then he began pumping me furiously. I continued to cry out with each thrust, which I suppose was allowed, for Mrs. Bishop did not reprimand me. Instead she encouraged me to touch myself.

“Go ahead and play with yourself, pet. We all want to see you shatter again with that cock up your ass, don’t we ladies.” They all enthusiastically murmured their assent.

I reached forward with my hand and fingered myself desperately. I wanted my focus of feeling to be shifted from the invasion of my bottom hole. This is what it felt like to be completely used and humiliated. I told myself over and over it was all for Jago, but of course I couldn’t ignore the wetness I felt leaking out of me as everyone circled around to witness my complete degradation.

I felt my sweet death moments before he did. When he climaxed he stood up to his full height, almost lifting me off my feet with his cock. The two other men spurted at the same time, and they moved toward me to spray their effusions over my face, hair, and breasts. The man behind me was still pumping, and I felt almost as filled up with fluid as I had earlier from the water. 

He finally stopped his pounding, and pulled out of me with a pop to the cheers of the others. He gave me one last smack on my bottom, which sent his gush rushing down my thighs. 

“Don’t worry, pet, there’s a lot more where that came from. I’ll be leaking out of your arse for days.” Everyone laughed at his wit, and all the men began stuffing themselves back into their breeches. I was left bent over the chair, my burning, gaping bottom left spread open for all to see. And see they did. It seemed as if everyone in the room passed behind me to have a look. Their comments left me feeling ashamed; however, the wetness of my cunny began building up again.

“Look, he’s right; he’s still running out of her.”

“Her hole still hasn’t closed up yet.”

“He left a handprint on her bottom.”

A few feather light touches accompanied the comments, and I felt hot breath against my backside as a few peered in as if to look inside me. I felt raw and used; the gush of the other men was now drying on my face and breasts and sticking to my hair. The giant’s hot seed was still bubbling out of my hole and trickling down my thighs.

“That concludes this afternoon’s entertainment, ladies. I hope you enjoyed yourselves and the use of my pet. I plan to use her shortly at a dinner banquet where she will be the dessert of course. I’m not sure whether to allow her bottom hole to close up again so that she can experience that exquisite pain of being torn open, or whether I should keep her plugged so that she knows she’ll be accessible to anything or anyone who wants to enter her.”

Mina was quick with her vote. “Oh keep her plugged so that her hole gapes open all the time. You can then just stick anything inside her.”

“Well, I’ll take that under consideration, dear. Ellen that daughter of yours has the soul of a true Mistress. I’ll need to find her a young man to practice with.”

Mina pouted again. “Oh, I want to use this pet again. Can I please, Mummy? Can I have her, Mrs. Bishop, just for an evening? I’d love to make her do all kinds of things. I want to see her when you put a ring through her clitoris.” She pronounced the new word carefully.

I hoped Jago would never agree to give me to that girl.

“We’ll see, my dear.”

All of the women were ushered out of the room while the men kept their places, and Mrs. Bishop turned to me, her eyes glittering.

“Wasn’t that fun, my pet? Immensely enjoyable for me to see you degraded beyond belief. Even I was surprised at how far you allowed me to go. Oh but then you did it all for your Master, did you not? I think perhaps it was a little too pleasurable for you.”

I was still bent over the chair and she reached under me sticking one finger inside my moist purse. “Still so wet even after that punishing fuck to your ass. Jago found a true submissive in you, didn’t he?”

She pulled me up straight by my hair. “Too much pleasure makes for a disobedient, willful slave. You still must know your place.”

She shoved me roughly toward the three waiting men. Take her to the mews in the back; string her up and whip her mercilessly. I want her lashed from her breasts down to her thighs. Don’t spare her tender little cunny either. I want that hot whip curling up to sting her lips and bottom hole.

I stared at her and began to struggle in the men’s arms. Jago wouldn’t do that to me; I know he wouldn’t. 

“And then when you have her properly and soundly whipped, you can have your way with her any way you please. Each one of you can fill each of her holes all at the same time for all I care. I want your effusion dripping out of every orifice in her body. I want her so badly used she can’t walk for days; I want her so badly used that anything in any of her holes will cause her immense pain and anguish.”

I screamed then and fought to get out of their grasps. They started to drag me out the back way, when the doors of the drawing room were flung open suddenly; Jago, my love, was standing at the doorway with a look of fury on his face.

He roared out, “What’s going on here?”

The three men dropped my arms in haste, and I ran to Jago who stared at my condition in amazement before pulling me into his arms.

Mrs. Bishop smiled smoothly. “Jago, I was just taking Clarissa to get cleaned up. We had a delightful romp this afternoon, didn’t we Clarissa?”

Jago looked into my face with a bewildered expression. “Do you crave this so much you came to Alicia to be used by her and her friends?”

“No, no, I came because you asked me to.”

He said slowly, “I did not ask you to come here. I didn’t even know you were here until I stopped by your aunt and uncle’s house, and your mother told me you left her a note stating that you were dining with Mrs. Bishop. I found that odd since I know that Alicia’s tastes run toward the cruel and unusual, and I knew how she felt about you.”

“There was a note from you telling me to obey her as I would obey you.”

Jago’s face filled with rage once again as he crossed the room to confront her and her servants.

“You bitch. And you,” he gestured toward the three men still standing there in awe of his towering rage, “get back to where you came from or you’ll be receiving the whipping of your lives.” To punctuate his point he struck out at each one with his riding crop.

“I did this for you, Jago, for us. I thought I could train her well to be our pet; we could use her together.”

“I should thrash you within an inch of your miserable life. There is no ‘us’; I never want to see you again, and if you ever lay a hand on Clarissa again, I’ll kill you and take joy in the action.”

She knew she was defeated.

“Where are her things? Get out of here until we leave.”

She told him where my clothes were and slowly walked out of the room. As she passed me, she said quietly, “Tell him how much you enjoyed being my pet.”

I turned my head and looked away from her. Everything I had done today, every humiliation I suffered was not for Jago at all. I tried to whip up a fury against Mrs. Bishop, but she had been right. Through everything I endured this day, my body responded with pleasure. I had been constantly wet almost all day, and if she had allowed it, I could have climaxed several times over. Of course, I wasn’t looking forward to what she had planned for me at the end and was glad Jago had come to rescue me. 

When she left the house, he rushed back to me and swept me up in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom of my earlier adventures and set me gently on the bed. He took a cloth and soaked it in the warm water in the basin, and bathed my face, my neck, my breasts. He removed the clips from my breasts, and when I cried out in anguish, he lowered his lips to each nipple and lapped it gently to ease my pain.

He ran the cloth between my legs, soothing me and washing away all the stains the other men deposited on me. Removing the clip from my outer lip, he moved his head between my legs and licked at the sore spot. He combed the stickiness out of my hair and then laid me back against the bed. 

Pinning my hands above my head, he began kissing me. His lips met mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss and I arched my body up to meet his. His manhood was hard against my belly, and he rubbed it slowly against me. He stood up and removed all of his clothes and then lay down beside me again. He left a trail of light kisses down my chest and stomach and over my mound. His tongue lightly flicked at my bud before he mounted me. His member entered me and I closed around him; he rode me and I answered his passion. I reached my pinnacle, and he soon followed filling me up with his thick cream.

Later as he held me close he said, “I see I’m going to have to make you mine.”

I snuggled against his chest. “I am yours, completely.”

“I mean I’m going to have to make you mine in the eyes of the law and society.”

“Jago, what are you saying?”

“I want to possess you utterly and completely; I want you to be my wife.”

Nothing he said could have surprised me more. “Your wife? I thought you would never marry again.”

“I thought not, but then I met a girl who beguiled and bewitched me. She became my mistress and I her slave just as surely as I became her master.”

“But will we continue…?”

“Don’t worry my love; you’re not getting away that easily. Once we’re married, I’ll be your Master in every way. I will expect complete devotion and obedience from you.”

I couldn’t be more content. “Mmm, always at your pleasure, Master.”

“No my love, at yours.”



At His Pleasure



“Stand up, Miss and put this on.” Mrs. Fisk indicated a silk robe lined and edged with fur. I gratefully wrapped the garment around my body covering my nakedness and my now exposed pubic area. She then led me downstairs and into an intimate sitting room. Lord Trevellyn was waiting for me there, fully clothed.

“Is she ready, Mrs. Fisk?”

“Yes, milord.” She pulled the robe from my body and once again I was naked, this time in front of Lord Trevellyn. At first I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he took my wrists and pushed my arms down to my side ordering me to keep them there. Then with Mrs. Fisk and Molly still in the room, he inspected my nude body. This was almost worse than being touched.

“Very beautiful. Was she a good girl, Mrs. Fisk?”

“Oh yes, milord, she hesitated only a few times but she did as she was told and she didn’t speak.”

Then the hateful Molly spoke up, “And she liked it too, milord.” I shot her a venomous look while she smirked back at me. Lord Trevellyn saw the exchange and smiled.

“Did she now, Molly? And how do you know she liked it?”

“Her clit grew huge and hard and her lips got all puffy; she started rocking her hips back and forth too when we was shaving her.”

As they all laughed, I stared at the floor in my humiliation, not daring to meet his eyes. I heard him walk away from me, and he came back and put a chair in front of me. 

“Bend over and lean on the seat of the chair and spread your legs. I have to finish my inspection. I’m a very fastidious man, and I like things just so.” 

I felt a few tears slide down my cheek, and I angrily brushed them away. I would not give them that satisfaction. I did as he told me; somehow my humiliation was more complete with Mrs. Fisk and especially Molly there to watch it. He ran his hands down my backside and my thighs; then ran them up again between my legs and spread the cheeks of my buttocks. I knew they were all staring at me, and I grew hot with embarrassment. I also felt moisture between my legs and I was terrified that it would run down my thigh. I’m sure that such a thing would elicit much comment and speculation among my tormentors.

“Mrs. Fisk, you missed a few hairs. Do you have your tweezers with you?”

I felt Mrs. Fisk move behind me and while Lord Trevellyn was still spreading my cheeks she reached in and plucked a few hairs from around my anus. I jumped a little as Molly giggled.

“You two may leave now, but before you go I think Molly deserves a small reward. Molly, would you like that?”

“Oh yes, milord, she thinks she’s all high and mighty. I can tell she believes she’s better than me just because she has some rich father with a title, but look at her now. She looks like a common whore. I’m better than she is now.”

I heard movement behind me but couldn’t tell what was going on. I had sensed Molly’s resentment against me from the first; she was enjoying my degradation and Lord Trevellyn, sensing this, was prolonging my humiliation at her hands. Then suddenly I felt something hard and flat make contact with my bottom. Oh God, she was striking me with some sort of wooden cutting board from the kitchen. She whacked my bottom ten times and it was stinging and felt hot by the time she was finished. Molly handed her tool of torture back to Lord Trevellyn, and she and Mrs. Fisk finally left the room.

Lord Trevellyn came around to stand in front of me and lifted my chin with his finger. “You’ve done quite well so far, little one. I’m very pleased with you in every way. Now we will sit down and sup.”

He didn’t actually expect me to sit down and dine with him, did he? After that humiliating scene, I couldn’t bear to look at him and meet his eyes. He pulled me up, took the chair I had been leaning on and drew it up to the small table that had been set up by the fire. The table had been set with candles, china, and fine silver that I hadn’t noticed before. Mrs. Fisk returned to the room and set down several chaffing dishes on a side table and brought in a bottle of wine.

“That will be all for tonight, Mrs. Fisk. I will serve myself.” 

When she left the room, he turned to me. “You see how you have beguiled me already my little slave? Normally you would be the one doing the serving, but I will be your most impeccable host tonight. Please sit down in this chair and spread your legs open.”

When I sat down, I winced as my still stinging bottom met the chair. If he noticed, he gave no sign, and he began ladling hot soup into my bowl, but I felt as if I couldn’t eat anything. I had my legs spread under the table and couldn’t understand why he was making me do that. He couldn’t see me under the table anyway. He took the seat opposite mine and after serving some soup for himself he extended his leg over to me under the table and shoved the tip of his shoe against one ankle and then the other and smiled.

“Just checking. I want you to be exposed and open to me at all times this evening, and I want you to know that you are. You don’t have to keep silent my dear Clarissa. That rule applied only to the servants. I enjoy a woman who has something to say for herself. You see that’s why I so relished your company at the ball that evening. Some of those girls coming out into society are so boring; you were different. You held my interest with more than just your beauty. I was pleasantly surprised at how much you knew about politics, art, and history.”

“So because of my intelligence you wish to subjugate me in every way?”

“Not in every way, only sexually. I know women very well; I can tell that because of your wit, your intelligence, and your spirit that you need to be dominated by a man in the bedchamber. From Molly’s report, my beliefs about you have been confirmed.”

If I couldn’t understand him, I could understand myself even less. I convinced myself that I did feel a sense of outrage at his demands and his manner, but whenever he talked to me thus I felt a strange tingling between my legs. There was a mounting excitement within me, and my thoughts, what I knew to be right, couldn’t control the responses of my body. As if this was a perfectly normal dinner we discussed the Monmouth Rebellion and the difficulties that James II would have in ruling England. We discussed the fine art that was hanging in this room, and he told me of the treasures he saw in Italy. However, to make sure that I didn’t forget my place, he kept thrusting his foot between my legs to make sure they were still open for him, and of course, I was still naked and he fully dressed.

I asked for another glass of wine after I had finished two, but he denied my request. I was hoping to perhaps dull my senses a little for what was to come. As if knowing my motive, he refused to give me another glass of wine.

“I myself will partake of only two glasses. We don’t want alcoholic spirits to deaden our senses and pleasures this night.”

When we were almost finished with dinner, I heard a loud knock on the front door. He held my gaze steadily until Mrs. Fisk came to the door of the sitting room and announced that Sir Penrith had called. She said she had shown him into the drawing room. A sudden cold fear gripped me. Surely he wouldn’t invite someone else into this room while I sat here naked? He smiled at me, reading my thoughts. 

“I will see him in the drawing room, Mrs. Fisk.”

He left the sitting room and I heard low masculine voices coming from another room. I then heard the front door slam and gave a sigh of relief. He returned to the sitting room.

“I sent him away. You see how I’m indulging you already my little slave? I had every intention of inviting Sir Penrith into the sitting room to partake of your pleasures. We’ve had many adventures together, and I’m sure he would have appreciated a fine jewel like you. However, I admit that I’m selfish. I want your charms all to myself tonight.”

“Oh thank you, master.” I couldn’t believe that I had just thanked him for not sharing me with another man. 

“Come, it’s time we return to the bedchamber.”

He pulled me up and then wrapped one arm around my waist and brought one arm behind my head to pull back my head by my hair. I stared full into his face for a moment, and then he brought his mouth down upon mine in a savage kiss. He pressed my body up against his, and I felt the smooth cloth of his silk doublet against my breasts. He then swept me up in his arms and carried me back to the red and gold bedchamber where I had been bathed and shaved. He set me on the floor in front of him and told me to undress him.

With trembling fingers I undid the buttons of his doublet and peeled it from his shoulders. Although the doublet was made to enhance a man’s shoulders and chest, Lord Trevellyn’s shoulders and chest were broad even without the doublet. He was wearing a plain white shirt beneath and I undid those buttons as well. His chest was now bare, and he pulled me toward him again to rub his bare chest against my bare breasts. Next I bent down to untie the laces of his garters and pull down his stockings, removing his shoes at the same time. His breeches opened in the front and were made of smooth silk. I unfastened them in the front and tugged them down his legs. Underneath his breeches, I was shocked to find that he was wearing nothing.

His member was already hard and sticking straight out from his body. I was still on my knees and it was bobbing close to my face. As I started to rise, Lord Trevellyn placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back down.

“Take it in your mouth.”

I opened my mouth wide and he pushed his manhood into me. He moved back and forth in my mouth, and I had to grasp onto his buttocks to keep from falling over backwards his thrusts were so hard. Then he instructed me to take the tip and suck on it and caress his sack with one hand. He then plunged fully into my mouth again, pounding the back of my throat, and I was gagging. He stiffened, and I felt his hot seed explode in my mouth. He told me not to swallow it, so I tried desperately to keep in my mouth as he finished his climax. He withdrew himself from my mouth, which was still filled with his warm gush.

“That was very good, Clarissa. I think you should be rewarded with some jewels. I have just the thing for you.”

He opened a large case and withdrew a pair of clips from which a small cluster of emeralds was hanging. I had no idea what type of jewelry this was, as I had never seen anything like it before. He drew me up and began caressing my breasts; an involuntary sigh escaped my lips and a little stream of his seed dribbled out of one corner of my mouth. I started to wipe it away, but he stopped me. Then he began twisting and pinching my nipples; it hurt but at the same time it sent a wave of warmth shooting down to my cunny. When my nipples were huge and sticking forward, he brought forth the emeralds and first clipped one and then the other on my nipples. I gave a gasp of pleasure and pain. He then flicked each one, and they tinkled slightly as they tugged on my nipples.

“Now open your mouth.”

I did as he commanded and he inspected the gush that was pooled in my mouth. He ordered me to swallow it, which I did gratefully.

“Before we move onto other pleasures this night, I think we should end the sorry state of your virginity. Lie on the bed on your back and spread your legs.”

I lay down, and he lay on the bed next to me. He flicked the clamps on my nipples a few times and then ran his hand down the smooth skin between my legs. And then as Molly had done when Mrs. Fisk was shaving me, he began to finger and caress the folds of my lips. I was embarrassed that he discovered the wetness that had been growing there all evening, but he seemed pleased. He dipped his fingers into it and spread it along my inner lips, and then he brought his fingers to my mouth and I sucked my juices from his fingers. As before, my hips rotated forward as I sought his touch. Then he took my bud and caressed it between two fingers. He continued in this manner until I felt as if I had a thousand light fingers touching me. A warmth spread from between my legs and suffused my entire body; my hips rocked forward convulsively and I cried out, moaning in pleasure.

“And how was your first climax, little one?”

I was in a haze of pleasure and couldn’t respond even if I did know what to say to him. I never imagined feelings like this before. He then straddled my body and began kissing my mouth. He nudged his member between my legs and positioned it at my opening. He thrust forward wetting the tip of his manhood in my juices and continued little by little until I felt the sharp pain of my maidenhead being pierced. After that he thrust into me harder and harder, and I felt his shaft filling me up. Once again, his warm gush shot into me, and I clung to him as he pounded me. I sought his mouth again to feel his kisses, but he avoided me and withdrew from my love hole. He rolled me over onto my stomach and slapped my bottom with his hand.

He said almost to himself, “I’m being too soft on you. You’ve entranced me once again.” He then said harshly, “Get up on your hands and knees, slave and stay there.”

I got on my hands and knees while my breasts hung beneath me weighted with the emerald clamps. I heard a rustling sound behind me and dared to peer around. He had put on a robe very similar to the one I had worn earlier, and then he left the room. I did not move. I heard two sets of footsteps returning, and my heart sank. 

“I thought you’d want to do this particular task for me, Molly.”

Oh God, the detested Molly was in the room once again. Why was he tormenting me with her?

“Yes, milord.”

I forced myself not to look around at her; I didn’t wish to see her smirking face at my position. I still had master’s dried gush at the corner of my mouth and his wet gush dripping from my thighs. She would know what had happened between us. I felt her move behind me, and then her two coarse hands spread the cheeks of my bottom. She removed one hand, and I felt something hard and cold at the entrance to the hole in my bottom. I clenched up in apprehension. 

“Use the oil first, Molly. She’s a virgin everywhere.”

Molly removed her other hand, and then both of her hands returned to my bottom and she began spreading scented oil along my crack and slowly massaging it into my hole. I gasped in shame and embarrassment. She stuck one of her fingers inside of me and wiggled it around a little. I didn’t like the sensation, but I could feel myself getting wet again. I steeled myself from pushing back against her finger. Once she had me oiled, she returned with the hard cold object. This time she thrust it into my anus. I gasped and she giggled at my predicament. Lord Trevellyn…Jago, stood to the side of the bed and watched. Molly worked the object in and out of my hole, and despite my best efforts I began to thrust back against the object.

“Oh you see, milord, she likes it. I knew she was a whore.”

“That’s enough, Molly, you may leave us now.”

“Milord, she won’t look at me; you see, she thinks she’s too good for the likes of me. Make her look at me, milord.”

Surely he wouldn’t concede to her wishes. She was a mere servant; I was…I was…his slave for the night. He told her to go around to the front of me and admire my jewelry, and then he commanded me to open my eyes and look at Molly. She moved in front of me and stared at my breasts, which were weighted down by the emerald clips. I forced my eyes open and looked her in the face. She still had that insipid grin on her face, and once again I felt my rage against her boiling up inside. I still had the object protruding from my bottom where she left it, and she now began tugging at the clips on my nipples and slapping my breasts back and forth. I waited for Lord Trevellyn to intercede, but he said and did nothing but watch in amusement.

“You may remove them and take them away, Molly.”

She gleefully reached forward and yanked the clips off of my nipples. As the blood rushed back into my nipples, I cried out in agony. She tweaked both of my nipples before leaving the room.

Lord Trevellyn came back to the front of me, removed his robe, and smoothed the hair back from my face. 

“It humiliates you to have her see you like this and manipulate your body, doesn’t it? And yet…and yet….” He reached down between my legs and felt the moisture there. He then kneeled in front of me on the bed and forced his member into my mouth again. I sucked on it as I did before, and it grew big and hard. He then swung around behind me and with the hard object still stuck in my bottom, he plunged into my other hole. As he lunged inside of me, his abdomen pushed against the object in my anus. The effect was that I was being invaded simultaneously in both of my holes. I thrust wildly against him, and we both climaxed together. I slumped down on the bed with him beside me. 

He removed the object from my bottom. And then rolling onto his back he pulled me next to him, so that my body molded to his and my head was upon his chest. He stroked my hair, and I fell into a contented sleep.

When I awoke, I was alone. My clothes that I wore to Trevellyn Manor the previous day were folded neatly on the chair with my dress hanging in the wardrobe. I got up quickly, feeling sore in new places. As I was dressing, I kept expecting Jago to walk into the room, but all was quiet.

I slowly opened the door of the bedchamber and crept into the hall. Nobody was about, no Mrs. Fisk, and thank God, no Molly. I made my way down the curving staircase to the massive front door. Again, I saw no one and nobody approached me. Swinging open the front door, the magnificent carriage with the Trevellyn coat of arms on the side was waiting for me. As before, the coachman handed me into the carriage without a word and without a glance. Did I look different from the previous day? I must. The carriage deposited me in front of the inn where I was staying, and without a backward glance the coachman drove away.

I rushed up to my room and paced the floor impatiently. It was odd that I never once doubted that Lord Trevellyn would fulfill his end of the bargain, and I was right. That afternoon, the door of my room burst open and my father stood before me. He was disheveled and filthy, but he was alive. We rushed to each other’s arms and embraced.

“Clarissa, I can’t believe you came all this way to help me. Your mother?”

“She’s ill, Father. As soon as she learned of your imprisonment, she collapsed.”

“And you did this on your own? I don’t understand. The guard told me that Lord Trevellyn secured my release. I barely know the man. You arranged this with him?”

“W-we met before, during my London season. I told him of my predicament, and knowing Judge Jeffreys, he offered to help.”

“We must call on him so that I can thank him properly.”

“Oh no! He’s left town already; he had to go to London. He wouldn’t expect you to thank him, Father. I have thanked him enough for both of us. He’s a proud man and wouldn’t expect your gratitude. He heard what you had done for the Royalist cause during Cromwell’s rule and thought this was a way to repay a fellow countryman. Please don’t attempt to contact him, Father. He wouldn’t expect it at all; in fact, I think it would displease him.”

“Well, perhaps when he returns from London…”

We stayed at the inn long enough for my father to clean himself up and change into the clothes I had brought for him. We had a quick meal in the dining area, during which time I kept looking around for Lord Trevellyn. I almost dreaded meeting him, and yet…he hadn’t even said good-bye to me.

We got into our carriage and began our long journey home. The streets were still crowded and chaotic, and as I stared out my window at the teeming masses, I spotted Lord Trevellyn sitting astride a large black horse. He had been waiting for our departure, I’m sure. I glanced quickly at my father. He was leaning back in the carriage with his eyes closed. I stared out at Lord Trevellyn and he stared back at me. I couldn’t unlock my gaze from his. He then brought his finger to his hat and tipped it, a slow smile coming to his lips – those lips I knew so well. Our eyes never left each other’s faces until the carriage turned the corner and he was gone from sight.