1 comments/ 135691 views/ 21 favorites His Lordship's Bedroom By: SaltyGoodness "His lordship says his bed has not been made properly," the dour old housekeeper told me, with something in her eyes akin to pity. I knew what this meant. At least, I had a vague idea. I had seen the other girls returning from having "fixed" his lordship's bed. They could barely walk, and would cry out in their sleep weeks after the lash marks had healed. I wasn't afraid, though. My mum's second husband had made a sport of beating me within an inch of my life. I could take anything his lordship could give me. "He's awfully bloody picky about his bed, now isn't he?" I retorted tartly. I didn't need her pity. I wasn't like the other girls. Through all the beatings I had taken in my life, I had learned to remove myself from the pain. It was an easy enough trick once you learned it. It made the beatings at worst almost tolerable, and at best almost enjoyable. At times, they could become an escape from the hard reality of our one room house, with its dirt floor, and only a curtain separating me from the sound of my mother and that man grunting like two animals. The housekeeper gave me a look, as if there was something I was missing, but left saying, "You'd best go up and fix it. I imagine his lordship will want to have a talk to you about this." I made my way up from the lower floors to his lordship's bedroom. With each room I moved away from the kitchen, they became more sumptuous. I reflected on the nature of my employer as I climbed the stairs. He had more control over his staff than anybody I have ever worked for. He hired us all himself, carefully interviewing each of us. If he felt our speech or vocabulary wasn't up to par, he provided lessons for us to learn how to speak properly. I heard him tell a friend once that he loathed anything low or common, even among his staff. In fact, I had been rather surprised to learn that he beat his maids. He hadn't seemed the type, but then again, I suppose they never seem the type. I had reached the main part of the house now, where his lordship and his wife lived. His wife was rarely in the house. She preferred to spend most of her time in London, attending numerous balls, and if the below-stairs rumors were true, collecting numerous lovers. I stood outside his lordship's bedroom, and quickly checked that my clothing was straight as he always requested. Our uniforms were actually much less revealing than what most employers had asked me to wear. I had expected my uniform to show as much cleavage as I had to offer (which was considerable), but instead, it was modest to the point of restriction. There were so many layers of tight fabric that I found it hard to breathe on warm days. Everything seemed to be in order, so I knocked on the door, loud enough to be heard, but not so loud as to be startling. Receiving no reply, I opened the door and made my way in. I knew the room was huge, but for the most part it remained in shadow. Only the bed was bathed in the gray mid-morning light of an English winter. Beyond it all I could see were the shadows I took to be the other furniture of the room. I made my way over to the bed and inspected it. There was no doubt that it was rumpled, but it was clearly rumpled from having been slept in. "Well," I muttered to myself, "If his lordship wants me to remake his bed because he slept in it, I supposed that is what he pays me for. Bloody git!" "I'm sorry. I must have misheard you. Did you just call me a 'bloody git?'" I started at the voice coming from the shadows. Now that I knew where to look, I could see the outline of a man's form leaning against one of the back walls. I tried not to show that he had surprised me. I knew I would be beaten and probably fired, but for the moment there was no going back. There would be time enough for regrets when I was out on the street. I raised my head high and addressed the shadow, "Yes, I did my lordship." "And why would you do a stupid thing like that…ummm…what is your name again, girl?" He was slowly moving into the light. "Name's Mary, your lordship. And I called you a bloody git, because only a bloody git would complain about his bed linens being in disorder after he has just slept in them. I know what you do to the other girls, and I'm not afraid of you. You can fire me, but you can't intimidate me." "Oh, Mary, you're wrong on so many accounts. Firstly, you have no idea what I've done to the other girls. Only the guesses of an innocent creature. And believe me when I tell you that I can and will do more than intimidate you. When I'm through with you, you will be on your knees before me." His handsome face finally came into the light. Looking at him was a common guilty pleasure among the female (and some of the male) servants. His brown hair just reached his shoulders, but was always kept back in a neat queue. His face spoke of his birth, with a strong aristocratic nose and a chin that was anything but weak. He had the body of a man who spent the day at hard manual labor, but he was always dressed in the finest clothes. All that, I could handle with ease. But it was his eyes that unsettled me every time. They were a startling blue, an eye color I had always thought weak, but on him, they showed only his power and his passion for life. He walked slowly over to me, moving with the grace of a wild animal. I watched his slow progress with a mixture of awe and fear. While I knew I could handle any beating he would administer, I also knew that he was far more powerful, in some way I could only barely understand, than any man I had ever known. He stopped when he stood only inches from my face. I refused to back down, even from my lord and master. I would not flinch from my punishment. "Make the bed, Mary," he said in a voice so low, it was barely more than a growl. My resolve broke, and I jumped to obey him, happy to delay the pain, at least for a little while. Making a large bed like his lordship's is not a graceful process. When alone in his room, I spent a lot of time in the middle of the bed with my rear in the air, trying to smooth out the impossibly large sheets. I knew his lordship was watching me as I struggled with his bed, and I could feel the heat of a blush staining my face. When I felt I had finished, I stood at the end of the bed and looked for imperfections. I noticed one small wrinkle at the end of the bed, and I bent at the waist over the tall bed to smooth it out. It happened so rapidly that I had no doubt it was planned. The cuff was around my left ankle before I even realized he had moved. He jammed his knee in between my legs and forced them apart a few inches. Then with a swift gesture, the second cuff was on my right ankle. I turned to look at him, to make some form of protest, but he grabbed me by my neck and forced my face down on the bed in front of me. I was bent at an awkward angle, with my legs spread slightly apparent, and the entire top half of my body pressed into his lordship's bed. I felt him lean over me, his long body, easily covering mine. "Nobody talks that way to me, Mary. You know better than to use course language in my household. Add that to the badly made bed…" I opened my mouth to protest, but he just pressed my head further down into the bed. He began slowly peeling up my layered skirts, one by one, still holding my neck down to the bed almost effortlessly, "I know everything there is to know about my servants. I know about your stepfather, Mary. And I know you think I'm going to beat you, just like he did. But you know I hate anything base or common. I'm going to make it much, much worse for you." His hands hooked over the waist of my drawers and yanked the material away from my body. I felt the pressure against my front tug and then release as the material ripped. I was naked from the waist down. "In this house, disobedient, disrespectful girls like you need to be punished," he growled. "I think we'll start with a nice long spanking." With that he brought his open hand down hard against my bare ass. I jolted forward in an attempt to escape the attack on my tender flesh, but all I succeeded in doing was pulling harder against my restraints. His hand came down again, and again, pausing only to build the suspense of the next strike. The pain was no worse than anything I had felt at my stepfather's hand, but the added humiliation of being so exposed to this man I hardly knew was almost more than I could stand. I held back the tears as his hand struck my already sore cheek again, trying to hold on to what was left of my pride. After what seemed like hours, he abruptly stopped. My ass was burning with the pain of the recent assault, and I knew they must have been bright red in contrast to the rest of my skin. I felt his hand leave my neck, and I was able to relax my body. When I heard the chains at my feet clinking, I tried to plan. Once he released my ankles, I quickly turned to run for the door. But he had obviously expected this. Before I was more than a step away, he grabbed me and spun me back towards him. "Bitch," he growled, "Don't even think of trying to escape. Silly child! Did you really think I would let you go, when I haven't even felt that delectable mouth of yours?" He grabbed both of my small wrists in one hand and with the other grabbed the back of my head and kissed me ruthlessly. He bit at my lip until I was sure I tasted blood. I tried to keep my lips closed, but his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. He stepped back and sighed. "You've a mouth made for kissing, Mary. But I think it was almost made for something else. He shoved me to my knees before him, and began to open his pants. With his member in hand he asked me, "What would you call this, Mary, if I hadn't taught you how to speak properly?" I looked at it and muttered, "I'd call it a cock, your lordship." His was massive. It was slowly stroking it in front of my face while he held me on my knees. "You see, Mary, there are sometimes when crass language can be useful." He pushed his cock against my mouth. I was again helpless to keep my lips sealed, and his huge cock slipped into my mouth. He slowly began to move it in and out of my lips, while holding my head still. "In this room, there are certain words you are allowed to you, Mary. You are currently sucking my cock. Have you ever sucked a cock before?" I made a negative sound, which was all I could manage with my mouth so full. "You're very good for an innocent, then. Right now I'm fucking your face with my cock," he pulled out and looked down at me, "Tell me you love having your face fucked by my cock!" I looked up at him in revulsion, "I will say no such thi…" He slapped me. Hard. "You will say what I tell you to say, slut!" I shook my head and received another slap. "Say it!" he shouted as he rubbed his cock along my sore cheek. My face burning with shame, I gave in. "I love having my face fucked by your cock." "There's a good girl, Mary." He said as he slammed his cock back into my mouth. "Here's how it's going to work, slut. You will make my bed every morning as usual, but you will stay here. You will serve my pleasure whenever I desire." As he spoke in his calm cool voice, his thrusts into my aching mouth were becoming harder and faster. "If you do not do as you are told, I will tell the local police that you were stealing from me. If you think I'm a monster, just wait until you experience the touch of a liquor soaked prison guard who literally holds your life in his hands." Even with my limited experience, I knew he was close to the end. His was forcing his cock so deep into my throat I could barely breathe. "Just do as you're told, Mary. Who knows, I might even let you enjoy it someday!" He pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Open up, slut, I'm going to cum." He threw his head back and poured the white, sticky stuff all over my face, into my mouth, and in my hair. I was still kneeling on the floor, covered in his cum, near tears at what I had just experienced. When he had caught his breath, he looked down at me again, "You're better than most, Mary, I'll give you that. Now go clean yourself up in the basin, so no one sees you looking like the whore you are, and be back here tomorrow at eleven." With that, he pulled up his pants and left me to clean myself up. His Lordship's Bedroom Ch. 02 I went through my duties the next morning as usual, but all the while I was tormented by the thought that I would have to return to his lordship in a few short hours. As I dusted her ladyship’s empty room, the last duty I had before “attending” to his lordship, I wondered if the other servants knew of my fate. This questions was answered when I heard the housekeeper’s voice at the door. “You’d best be going to his lordship now, Mary.” I didn’t turn. I didn’t need to. I already knew she knew. I continued dusting the vanity and said in what I hoped was a nonchalant voice, “Am I the first he’s asked for again?” “Yes, Mary, you are, and I don’t like it one bit. There’s nothing I can do about it, though. So you’d best just do as you’re told and not make too much of a fuss. Now, you get on your way, and I’ll finish up here,” the housekeeper said matter-of-factly. I reluctantly headed for the door, and I could sense there was something more she wished to say. I paused before leaving to give her a chance to have her say. “Mary, I know you’re a proud girl. I think that’s why he chose you. But don’t be too proud to ask for help if you need it. I’ve seen what he can do to a girl, and you may need bandages or salves before too long. Please, come to me, and I’ll help you as discreetly as I can.” She returned to the dusting, and I closed the door. The hallway to his lordship’s bedroom was much too short. I felt as though I were walking to my own hanging. I tried to tell myself that yesterday hadn’t been so bad. He hadn’t done anything so awful. I could handle the humiliation and even the pain. But even as I tried to reason with myself, I knew it was a losing battle. It wasn’t just the humiliation, or just the pain, it was the combination. And I knew that yesterday had just been an introduction. In my constrictive corset, my breath was labored as I knocked politely on his door. Again, there was no answer, so I entered after an appropriate interval. This time I knew to check the shadows. He was not in the room. But I began to notice that there were some new pieces of furniture in the room. A long, low table sat in one corner of the room, while the opposite wall was taken up by two large slabs of wood in the shape of an X. Each point of the cross had a restraint on it. The cross was far from the window, but I could just make out something below the cross in the shadow of the room. I was just moving closer to examine it when I heard the door open behind me. I turned guiltily to face my tormentor. “Do you see anything you like, Mary? I had some things added just for you.” I stared at him in mute silence. Even though I hated him with a passion, some part of me still acknowledged his appeal. His long brown hair was down today, and it gave him an even more wild look. His piercing blue eyes were staring at me as if I were the main course. “You can only guess at the purpose of my new additions, can’t you, Mary?” He seemed to like to address me by name. “That’s true, my lord,” I muttered quietly. He quickly advanced on me, and grabbed me by the back of my hair, pulling my head back so that I had no choice but to look at him. “I have taught you to speak clearly, slut. Don’t make me regret the money I’ve spent on you. You will speak clearly and say what I tell you to say. Tell me that you understand,” he commanded. “I understand, my lord.” I said as clearly as I could with my head held back. “Much better,” he growled and kissed me fiercely. I knew better than to fight his kiss now. I tried to let myself sink away into my thoughts, where I was safe. He must have sensed the distance I was trying to create, because suddenly he slapped me full across the face. “Do you think you can escape what I will do to you that easily? You may try, but I will always bring you back in the most unpleasant manner.” He was still holding tightly on my hair, and he used it to guide me over to the wall bearing the cross. He turned me to face it, pushing my face up against the wall in between the planks. His voice came hot and heavy in my ear. “Yesterday was only the beginning, my little whore. Today we start the real fun.” He grabbed one arm and began to lash it about my head. I suddenly realized how vulnerable I would be lashed to this cross, and I began to struggle. I even managed to kick his ankle before he subdued me. “You’ll pay for that, Mary. But for now…” and he slammed my other hand against the rough wood and restrained it as well. He started to fumble with the back of my skirts, but bored of it very quickly. I heard the material rip, but was unable to turn my head enough to see what he was doing. It was only when the material fell away that I realized that he had cut my skirts away with a knife. He made even shorter work of my undergarments, and soon I felt my legs and ass exposed to the air. “That’s enough for my purposes,” he said, as if to himself. I felt him leave me for a few seconds, and I began to really panic. What if he left my here like this? I would be stuck. But I feared his return more than I did the abandonment. He could move silently when he chose to, and I didn’t realize he was back until I felt the sharp sting on the back of my upper leg. I jolted at the contact. It was nothing like his hand the day before. It was much sharper and localized. It took two more swats for me to realize it was a riding crop. Each point of contact burned intensely after the hit, but after a few seconds it faded to a dull ache. But the more he went over my ass and legs with the crop, the more the sharp pain intensified and the less it dulled over time. “You see, Mary, to me, you are no better than my horse. You’re a beautiful creature, and you serve a purpose, but you must be kept in line. And like any other horse, I will whip and ride you into submission.” The power of the strikes increased as he spoke. I began to slide away from the pain, again trying to escape into my mind. There were times when I would swear he could read minds, but later I realized my attempts must have been obvious. As soon as I had reached the place in my mind where I was safe from pain, safe from the situation, he stopped lashing me, and quickly, before I had time to pull myself out of my mental sanctuary, tied my feet to the cross as well. “I know you’re inexperienced, and I’m not willing to waste my time adjusting you to the feel of a man inside you when I could be whipping you. However, since I will be fucking you, you need to be ready. So I had the blacksmith make a little something to get you started.” I felt cold metal sliding up my leg until it reached my nether lips. It rested against my leg, and I could feel that it was a long metal stick that was thicker near the top than at the bottom. It must have been what I had seen in front of the cross earlier. It had seemed to be about waist height at the time. “This cold metal phallus will be the one to take your virginity, slut.” He pressed his body up against me, and looked me in the eye, “I want to see your face as this violates your pussy, Mary.” I felt the phallus slide past my lips and up inside me. I gasped at the cold invasion, and tried to squirm away, but I was firmly trapped. He move it up inch by excruciating inch. It was only when he reached the resistance that proved I was still a virgin that he shoved the phallus inside me. I screamed out, unable to bear the intense new sensations. True to his word, he gave me no time to adjust. He rested the phallus, which was attached to a stand to keep it inside me, on the ground. I heard him pick up the riding crop again and he started to strike me again. The phallus was pushed so far inside me that even the slightest movement caused more pain, so that when I flinched from his blows, I was treated to a more intimate pain. This time it was even harder to escape the torture. My brain would begin to float away, and then a sharp pain would bring me back again. I don’t know if I screamed, since all of my energy was focused on escaping the pain. He didn’t even give me time to completely escape before he decided to take my pain one step higher. I was so totally exposed to him, it must have been a temptation he couldn’t resist. As I stood there, tied to a cross, with an imitation of a cock buried in my pussy, I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart. With one swift movement, he entered my ass. This time I know I screamed. The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, but the humiliation was what made it unbearable. I had always thought my first time with a man would be tender. This was beyond my imagination. However, I had begun to adjust to the phallus, and in the ultimate humiliation, was beginning to almost enjoy the feeling of it inside of me. The pain from him fucking me up the ass was still more and more intense with every well timed thrust, but I felt a building inside me that I didn’t quite understand. I let out a quiet moan. “I knew you would enjoy this, you…little…slut,” he ground out in between thrusts. “Here you are being fucked up the ass while riding a metal cock, and you’re loving it! I bet you’re even going to cum.” The feeling inside me began to grow with each thrust of his cock that threw me further down on the phallus, and I started to moan more. “That’s it, Mary. Do as you’re told, and cum for me.” I felt my body begin to tighten to the point where I thought I might break. And then suddenly, there was this amazing release. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breath, all I could do was scream out with pain and pleasure. The feeling slowly subsided, and was replaced by the awareness that he was still fucking me up the ass. His strokes were more intense, and it was not long after my release that he came, pouring his cum up my ass. He pulled out, and removed the phallus from my pussy. “You’re going to work out quite well for me, Mary. I’m quite happy with your work today,” he was releasing me from the cross, “Now you may sleep in my bed for a little while. I have other things to attend to.” I turned around, barely cognizant of him standing beside me, limped over to the bed, and instantly collapsed into a dreamless sleep. His Lordship's Bedroom Ch. 03 When I awoke several hours later, I had no clue as to where I was. The room was pitch black, and the bed I lay on was softer and finer than any I had ever rested on before. When my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I remembered everything. I was in his lordship's bedroom, and he was gone. He had told me to sleep after he had violated me most foully earlier that same day. In the darkness, I felt tears of shame slipping down my face. I had been such a good girl. I had never played around with men in the back alleys or laundry rooms like some of the other girls here. I had been good to the point where some had called me prudish. One footman, Ferdy, who had started here over the winter, had followed me around every evening, begging me for a "spot 'o' fun," as he put it. Every time, I had rebuffed him, and every time he called me a prude and a tease. It had all ended when the housekeeper saw him strike me in anger one evening, and told him that if he ever did it again, he would find himself out on the street. Now he treated me with the utmost respect, but I could see the resentment burning in his eyes every time he looked at me. I made it a point never to be alone with him I couldn't decide what to do. His lordship's bed was very comfortable, and I was still sore and aching from the beating he had administered earlier. However, I did not want to be there when his lordship returned. The decision was taken away from me when I heard the door to the bedroom open and saw the silhouette of a man enter the room. He came promptly towards the bed and grasped for me in the darkness. When he found me, he pulled me up by my shoulders, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. It was a brief kiss, but it was just as fierce as the others I had received from his lordship. Then, with his hands still around my waist, he picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all and threw me over his shoulder. I thought of kicking him in the stomach, but I knew it would do no good. He put me down on the narrow table I had seen in the corner of the room when I had first entered it this morning. It was just long enough to support my body while my arms and legs dangled over the ends. In the darkness, I felt his hands on my wrists, binding them to the legs of the table. My wrists were still sore from being tied to the cross earlier, and I let out a sharp cry as he tightened the straps around them. He moved swiftly, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back, and slapping me full across the face. I took that as a demand for silence, since his lordship did not seem to be in a talkative mood. I heard him move away from me, and soon I heard the strike of the tinderbox. The room was suddenly pooled in a dim light. I still couldn't see his lordship because he had faced me away from the center of the room. In the pale light, I could see only the door to his lordship's dressing room in front of me. I felt him come up behind me and tie my legs, which fell just short of the floor, to the legs of the table. They too were sore, but I knew better than to cry out this time. I bit my lip and told myself it was not nearly as bad as the other pain I had experienced that day. I heard him moving behind me, and I fully expected to feel the sting of his hand of the riding crop at any moment. Instead, I left the cold metal of a knife at the base of my spine, carefully cutting away my corset and the shirt underneath it. It felt wonderful to be free of the constraining material, but I felt so exposed. I was entirely naked before a man, and I felt the heat rising up to my face again. My legs were spread by the width of the table alone, so it was no difficulty for him to move between my legs. I cried out as he plunged his cock deep into my pussy. While I was sore from the phallus earlier, it was not the pain that caused me to cry out. It was the shame. Even with all the other ways I'd been used, he'd never actually fucked me like this. Up until that moment, I had been holding on to some shred of my virginity, but now that was lost too. He began to slowly move inside me. It was odd that in my pussy he could feel much larger than I remembered him. But I had no experience with sex, so I did not know if this was at all unusual. I was completely unable to move, so I just gave myself over to the relentless slide of his cock inside my pussy. Even though the humiliation had not passed, I began to feel a building sense of pleasure. I was ashamed of this feeling, but at the same time, it was so much better than anything else I had been made to feel that I almost didn't care. He pounded into me faster, and the sensation grew stronger. I knew I was going to come, even harder than I had earlier because there was no pain associated with this except a sharp sting when his body touched a sore part of my ass. I hovered on the brink of an orgasm, ashamed and elated at the same moment, when the door to the dressing room in front of me swung inward and there stood…his lordship. I stared up at him in confusion, my sluggish pleasure addled brain not quite comprehending what I was seeing. His lordship moved aside, and there in the mirror he used when he dressed, I could see the full reflection of my body stretched out on the table with Ferdy delightedly fucking me from behind. The shock was terrible, but not enough to stop the inevitable. Tears poured down my face as I watched myself come on Ferdy's awful, violating dick, while he grinned evilly behind me. I strained against the ties at my hands and ankles, and my back arched as I felt my body explode in humiliating delight. When I was done, Ferdy slowed his pumping and his lordship moved in front of me, staring down at my naked body. "Well, Mary, I hope you don't mind that I let a diligent servant have a bit of a reward, now do you?" I stared up at him mutely, the shame and horror rendering me unable to speak. "You see, Mary, Ferdy came to me yesterday and told me what a merry chase you had led him on. He told me you were a little tease. Is that true?" I tried to shake my head, but Ferdy grabbed my hair from behind and forced me to nod yes. "I thought so, you little cock tease. How does it feel to be fucked by someone you refused, slut." I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could beg him to make Ferdy go away, his lordship stuck his cock inside my mouth, and I could no longer more than a few sounds. "No, whore, you do not get to speak!" his lordship groaned as he began pumping his cock into my face. "You are nothing but a series of holes for the two of us to enjoy. A warm convenient place for me and my young friend here to pour our cum." The two men established a rhythm inside me. When one would pull out, the other would push as far in, his lordship hitting the back of my throat and Ferdy touching the top of my pussy. It was both enjoyable and painful to be used by two such well endowed men. I had been right that Ferdy's cock was larger than his lordship's, but his lordship's was still a very substantial size, certainly enough to nearly make me gag when it was deep in my throat. But there was pleasure here, unlike any I had known before. The now familiar building was starting again, and I tried to give myself over to it. Ever the mind reader, I heard his lordship's voice over my head, "She's had two orgasms today, Ferdy, which is far more than she deserves. We don't want her to think this is for her pleasure. Why don't you try her ass for a while? I promise you, it's delightful." "Gladly!" said Ferdy, and I could hear the delight in his voice. I tried to struggle away, but the ties and his lordship's cock kept me firmly in place as Ferdy slid out of my dripping pussy, and positioned his dick at the very tip of my puckered hole. He waited until his lordship's cock was completely down my throat before ramming his own into my ass. The earlier fucking I had received left me in more pain than anything else, and having a huge cock thrusting into me again was almost more than I could bear. My vision was beginning to narrow in like I was going through a dark tunnel with a light at the end. I was still be used by two enormous pikestaffs, but there was no longer any pleasure to be found. There was only pain and humiliation as I was used. They fucked me with what seemed like unending energy, Ferdy occasionally slapping my ass to make me tense on his cock again. But after some time, they both began to speed up. His lordship pulled out of my mouth at the last second and groaned as he poured white sticky fluid all over my face. Just as he started, Ferdy, too, pulled out of my ass, and I felt the same hot liquid in the small of my back. They both grunted to squirt the last little bit of cum on me, and then moved away. "I think you can stay there for the night, my cock tease. Remember Mary, never EVER tease a man again," his lordship said as he and Ferdy snuffed out the candles and left the room.