Yesterday, for the first time in my long life, I awoke with my finger on my sex.
Such things had been unknown to me growing up the favourite daughter of a fine family while during my long and tiresome marriage to my late lordship, it felt as if there was a numbness, a lack of consciousness in my privy parts. He troubled them little, I troubled them not at all. It was as if I were dead down there. Now I am reborn.
As I replicated the movements of Bentley's tongue on my sex with my fingers, I brought myself to a state of blissful peace and was still so aroused that when young Smythe came in to draw back the curtains of my room to allow the sun and the beauty of nature to invade, I beckoned him to my bed and gave the visible bulge in the front of his new breeches a loving good-morning caress. He thanked me.
And so we were become quite settled in our little routine at Heaton. Busy and contented were we with Bentley clearly training up the young men, not only in their tasks, both inside and outside the house, but in the ways of pleasing their mistress. In the morning, after a breakfast served to me in my bed, often accompanied by a caress of whichever of my young men had brought it to me, I would sometimes wander down to the kitchen to watch the boys bathe, just to set me up for the day. The fact that there always seemed to be a young man in the middle of his ablutions did make me wonder whether Bentley had stage-managed this vision for his mistress but whatever the truth of the matter, it was always a most excellent start to my morning.
I had decided that Stephenson should remain completely shaven seeing as his penis and his backside looked so well in that state and so I sometimes betook myself of that pleasant task, leaving it to Bentley when I was otherwise disposed. And as for the Masturbatorium... I had taken pleasure in watching nearly all of the young men avail themselves of its comforts. Sometimes I was content to sit and watch a young man pleasure himself, angled my way for my viewing convenience so that I could spy on him from up underneath, taking in the delicious sight of his balls bouncing as he worked, the little anus clenching as he delivered his sperm and, with the many mirrors, I was afforded the view from many angles. Other times I would lay hands upon them.
I had been possessive of my young men, of this I was fully conscious. The Masturbatorium, for instance, I had kept from my lady's maid and companion Sarah. It was my little secret. But I found that as I discovered the young men, as I explored their bodies and tasted their seed, my jealousy of them diminished. Oh they were still very much 'my boys' but the idea of lending out their beauty no longer gave me anxiety.
So, it was one day that I decided to share with Sarah the delights of the Masturbatorium while she was busy at her needlework and I was gazing out of the windows at the young men glistening with perspiration as they chopped logs outside. In any other household, jobs such as the chopping of logs for my fires would have been done in a yard but Bentley, so attuned to my preferences, transferred such tasks to my window so I could enjoy the sight of them being carried out, these muscular young bodies exerting themselves in my service.
Having heard three little raps on the door of the Masturbatorium, I questioned Sarah thus: 'Do you know what is that door in the corner, Sarah?'
'No, my lady,' said she, raising her eyes from her task and looking at the previously unstudied door. 'But did I hear a noise coming from it just this minute?'
'You may well have done,' I answered, mischievously. 'Why don't you open it and have a peep inside?'
She did as I bid and rising from her chair, placed her embroidery on the seat and betook herself to the door. Opening it but slightly and with some trepidation, in case I might be playing a trick on her -- which, in a way, of course, I was -- she peeked inside and immediately turned back to me in surprise.
'But my lady, there is a fully naked young man in there,' she exclaimed, a smile creeping across her mouth.
'How incredible!' I said, all dissimulation. 'Please open the door wide so I might verify this information!'
Indeed, inside the Masturbatorium was perhaps the most impressive member of my staff Sarah could hope to stumble across, bearing in mind in her long life as a spinster, the penises Sarah has seen could be counted on one hand, mainly Bentley and Smythe that very first day of the new regime at Heaton.
It was the first time Daniel, the delicious red-head Jeannette and I had fitted the breeches on, came into the Masturbatorium. Standing side by side with Sarah, I put my finger to my lips to indicate that we should perhaps not make our presence felt, as we enjoyed the sight before us. The blindfolded Daniel had stripped entirely naked, including removing his shoes and stockings and was lying on cushions close to the screen, his feet upon the glass so we had his soles to discover. Sarah put her hand to the glass as if to feel them.
In this position, we had a delicious view of the underneath of Daniel. His perineum with a pink line along it, his balls, which were as smooth as Stephenson's, which made me wonder for a moment if Bentley was broadcasting my fondness for smoothness -- except in himself, of course: Bentley's fur was a delight to me. And of course, the penis: long, thick and with veins that almost seemed to throb in front of one's eyes.
After watching this spectacle for a few moments, Sarah blushing but with a smile on her face and her tongue ever on her lips, I decided to surprise her even more and rapped three times to bid Daniel come to the glass. Sarah watched all amazement as he rose to his feet, his penis almost flat to his belly, and feeling for the hole in the glass, a hole Sarah had heretofore not noticed, he fed that extreme member through it so it was standing erect in front of us.
I reached out a hand and gripped the shaft of this prodigious penis while Sarah looked on stupefied and Daniel's head flung back at the electricity of my touch. I then took her hand in mine and, leading it to Daniel's member, wrapped it around that sturdy shaft. This was the first penis Sarah had ever touched and the sensation produced a deep blush and a sparkle in her eyes I had never noticed before.
Joining her hand on the penis, which was more than big enough to accommodate both our small white hands on its length, I started to move it up and down so that the foreskin went over the head, then retracted again. Sarah's hand moved with mine and in a moment I left her to continue this most wonderful of tasks while I moved my hand to Daniel's balls, which seemed to be to be in need of caressing.
Almost immediately a teardrop appeared at the end of Daniel's penis and, using my other hand, I dipped a finger in it and took it to my lips. Sarah was all amazement and when a second teardrop appeared, with a wordless appeal for my permission, which was granted, moved her second hand toward the tip and stole the teardrop for her own mouth, relishing the flavour. The third she rubbed into her lips as if it were a balm.
I asked Sarah, again wordlessly, to bring the footstool I had been using until just presently to me so, reluctantly releasing her grip on the beauty in front of her, she skittered over to my chair and, pushing the stool with her foot, returned. I sat on the stool so that Daniel's penis was now in front of my face and, I allowed him to feel my breath upon it and anticipate the delights that were about to be visited upon it. I let this moment extend, the more to provoke his anticipation. Sarah, meanwhile, was watching with a palpable excitement.
And then I guided the penis to my mouth, which, by this time, was hungry for it. The flavour of it was second only to that of Bentley and I partook heartily, taking the head of the monster deep in my mouth though however deep I took, there was still a prodigious amount of the penis left without. Sarah, I noticed, had taken to caressing the boy's balls, weighing them in her soft elderly hand as if they were a real treasure, which, of course they were while her eyes were clamped to the head being toyed with by my mouth.
Having wandered my tongue over his penis for some time, dipping the tip of it into the slit and filling my throat with the head, I bid Sarah take the stool from me as I stood. She looked all a-fluster but taking the seat, she drew Daniel towards her face and, again checking me wordlessly for my assent, opened her mouth and tasted the first penis of her life. And what a way to start her career! With a young, hard penis of outlandish proportions! And yet she took to the task with skill, licking the head and playing with it in her mouth, all the while working the shaft and cradling the balls in her hand. She would sometimes remove it altogether from her mouth and squeeze the shaft to see if she could encourage another teardrop and, when she did, put her tongue to it.
While she worked at Daniel in this way, I fell to my knees and started to lick the balls Sarah had been cradling, wondering how Daniel was explaining the presence of two tongues on his person to himself. Finally, withdrawing Daniel from her mouth, she handed me the prize and, from this position on my knees, I took it deep, rubbing it at all moments until I felt a tensing and saw Daniel's hands go flat on the glass.
'My lady...' he said through the glass, seeking my permission.
'Go ahead, Daniel,' I replied, returning my mouth to the throbbing sex, upon which I felt a pumping in the length of his penis and almost immediately he flooded my mouth with his seed. I dribbled some of it onto my chin and, unseen by Sarah, reached under the muslin of my dress and applied it to my sex, which had not been covered by undergarments since my shaving, such was my enjoyment of the feeling of it.
This adventure over and with Sarah still in a state of amazement, I closed the door the Masturbatorium and told Sarah that she was never to open it save in my company.
Such things had been unknown to me growing up the favourite daughter of a fine family while during my long and tiresome marriage to my late lordship, it felt as if there was a numbness, a lack of consciousness in my privy parts. He troubled them little, I troubled them not at all. It was as if I were dead down there. Now I am reborn.
As I replicated the movements of Bentley's tongue on my sex with my fingers, I brought myself to a state of blissful peace and was still so aroused that when young Smythe came in to draw back the curtains of my room to allow the sun and the beauty of nature to invade, I beckoned him to my bed and gave the visible bulge in the front of his new breeches a loving good-morning caress. He thanked me.
And so we were become quite settled in our little routine at Heaton. Busy and contented were we with Bentley clearly training up the young men, not only in their tasks, both inside and outside the house, but in the ways of pleasing their mistress. In the morning, after a breakfast served to me in my bed, often accompanied by a caress of whichever of my young men had brought it to me, I would sometimes wander down to the kitchen to watch the boys bathe, just to set me up for the day. The fact that there always seemed to be a young man in the middle of his ablutions did make me wonder whether Bentley had stage-managed this vision for his mistress but whatever the truth of the matter, it was always a most excellent start to my morning.
I had decided that Stephenson should remain completely shaven seeing as his penis and his backside looked so well in that state and so I sometimes betook myself of that pleasant task, leaving it to Bentley when I was otherwise disposed. And as for the Masturbatorium... I had taken pleasure in watching nearly all of the young men avail themselves of its comforts. Sometimes I was content to sit and watch a young man pleasure himself, angled my way for my viewing convenience so that I could spy on him from up underneath, taking in the delicious sight of his balls bouncing as he worked, the little anus clenching as he delivered his sperm and, with the many mirrors, I was afforded the view from many angles. Other times I would lay hands upon them.
I had been possessive of my young men, of this I was fully conscious. The Masturbatorium, for instance, I had kept from my lady's maid and companion Sarah. It was my little secret. But I found that as I discovered the young men, as I explored their bodies and tasted their seed, my jealousy of them diminished. Oh they were still very much 'my boys' but the idea of lending out their beauty no longer gave me anxiety.
So, it was one day that I decided to share with Sarah the delights of the Masturbatorium while she was busy at her needlework and I was gazing out of the windows at the young men glistening with perspiration as they chopped logs outside. In any other household, jobs such as the chopping of logs for my fires would have been done in a yard but Bentley, so attuned to my preferences, transferred such tasks to my window so I could enjoy the sight of them being carried out, these muscular young bodies exerting themselves in my service.
Having heard three little raps on the door of the Masturbatorium, I questioned Sarah thus: 'Do you know what is that door in the corner, Sarah?'
'No, my lady,' said she, raising her eyes from her task and looking at the previously unstudied door. 'But did I hear a noise coming from it just this minute?'
'You may well have done,' I answered, mischievously. 'Why don't you open it and have a peep inside?'
She did as I bid and rising from her chair, placed her embroidery on the seat and betook herself to the door. Opening it but slightly and with some trepidation, in case I might be playing a trick on her -- which, in a way, of course, I was -- she peeked inside and immediately turned back to me in surprise.
'But my lady, there is a fully naked young man in there,' she exclaimed, a smile creeping across her mouth.
'How incredible!' I said, all dissimulation. 'Please open the door wide so I might verify this information!'
Indeed, inside the Masturbatorium was perhaps the most impressive member of my staff Sarah could hope to stumble across, bearing in mind in her long life as a spinster, the penises Sarah has seen could be counted on one hand, mainly Bentley and Smythe that very first day of the new regime at Heaton.
It was the first time Daniel, the delicious red-head Jeannette and I had fitted the breeches on, came into the Masturbatorium. Standing side by side with Sarah, I put my finger to my lips to indicate that we should perhaps not make our presence felt, as we enjoyed the sight before us. The blindfolded Daniel had stripped entirely naked, including removing his shoes and stockings and was lying on cushions close to the screen, his feet upon the glass so we had his soles to discover. Sarah put her hand to the glass as if to feel them.
In this position, we had a delicious view of the underneath of Daniel. His perineum with a pink line along it, his balls, which were as smooth as Stephenson's, which made me wonder for a moment if Bentley was broadcasting my fondness for smoothness -- except in himself, of course: Bentley's fur was a delight to me. And of course, the penis: long, thick and with veins that almost seemed to throb in front of one's eyes.
After watching this spectacle for a few moments, Sarah blushing but with a smile on her face and her tongue ever on her lips, I decided to surprise her even more and rapped three times to bid Daniel come to the glass. Sarah watched all amazement as he rose to his feet, his penis almost flat to his belly, and feeling for the hole in the glass, a hole Sarah had heretofore not noticed, he fed that extreme member through it so it was standing erect in front of us.
I reached out a hand and gripped the shaft of this prodigious penis while Sarah looked on stupefied and Daniel's head flung back at the electricity of my touch. I then took her hand in mine and, leading it to Daniel's member, wrapped it around that sturdy shaft. This was the first penis Sarah had ever touched and the sensation produced a deep blush and a sparkle in her eyes I had never noticed before.
Joining her hand on the penis, which was more than big enough to accommodate both our small white hands on its length, I started to move it up and down so that the foreskin went over the head, then retracted again. Sarah's hand moved with mine and in a moment I left her to continue this most wonderful of tasks while I moved my hand to Daniel's balls, which seemed to be to be in need of caressing.
Almost immediately a teardrop appeared at the end of Daniel's penis and, using my other hand, I dipped a finger in it and took it to my lips. Sarah was all amazement and when a second teardrop appeared, with a wordless appeal for my permission, which was granted, moved her second hand toward the tip and stole the teardrop for her own mouth, relishing the flavour. The third she rubbed into her lips as if it were a balm.
I asked Sarah, again wordlessly, to bring the footstool I had been using until just presently to me so, reluctantly releasing her grip on the beauty in front of her, she skittered over to my chair and, pushing the stool with her foot, returned. I sat on the stool so that Daniel's penis was now in front of my face and, I allowed him to feel my breath upon it and anticipate the delights that were about to be visited upon it. I let this moment extend, the more to provoke his anticipation. Sarah, meanwhile, was watching with a palpable excitement.
And then I guided the penis to my mouth, which, by this time, was hungry for it. The flavour of it was second only to that of Bentley and I partook heartily, taking the head of the monster deep in my mouth though however deep I took, there was still a prodigious amount of the penis left without. Sarah, I noticed, had taken to caressing the boy's balls, weighing them in her soft elderly hand as if they were a real treasure, which, of course they were while her eyes were clamped to the head being toyed with by my mouth.
Having wandered my tongue over his penis for some time, dipping the tip of it into the slit and filling my throat with the head, I bid Sarah take the stool from me as I stood. She looked all a-fluster but taking the seat, she drew Daniel towards her face and, again checking me wordlessly for my assent, opened her mouth and tasted the first penis of her life. And what a way to start her career! With a young, hard penis of outlandish proportions! And yet she took to the task with skill, licking the head and playing with it in her mouth, all the while working the shaft and cradling the balls in her hand. She would sometimes remove it altogether from her mouth and squeeze the shaft to see if she could encourage another teardrop and, when she did, put her tongue to it.
While she worked at Daniel in this way, I fell to my knees and started to lick the balls Sarah had been cradling, wondering how Daniel was explaining the presence of two tongues on his person to himself. Finally, withdrawing Daniel from her mouth, she handed me the prize and, from this position on my knees, I took it deep, rubbing it at all moments until I felt a tensing and saw Daniel's hands go flat on the glass.
'My lady...' he said through the glass, seeking my permission.
'Go ahead, Daniel,' I replied, returning my mouth to the throbbing sex, upon which I felt a pumping in the length of his penis and almost immediately he flooded my mouth with his seed. I dribbled some of it onto my chin and, unseen by Sarah, reached under the muslin of my dress and applied it to my sex, which had not been covered by undergarments since my shaving, such was my enjoyment of the feeling of it.
This adventure over and with Sarah still in a state of amazement, I closed the door the Masturbatorium and told Sarah that she was never to open it save in my company.
