A Fairy Story - Part 1 - slave girl sara.
Once upon a time in a land not too far away lived and old, old man who was said to have been blessed with very special sexual magical powers.
Some Gentlemen would send their wives to him for the very special training they were required to know and perform.
He was no ordinary magician, yes he could produce white doves at the drop of a hat, or make full leather settee disappear into thin air, no, he was no ordinary magician at all.
Lord Blatherford was to take a young wife in her very early twenties and the youngest daughter of the Earl Of Bentcock.
Not sure she was happy about it but he had won her in a game of chance and had tired of his old grizzly fourth wife.
I was taken to Lord Blattherford by my dad and left in his hallway.
When the Lord first met me, he quizzed me.
"What do you know about bedroom play Eliza."
"Very little Sir, if anything at all, in fact our nanny did not allow us to play in the bedroom."
"I see, and how many men have had their enquiring fingers down your pants dear Eliza?"
"Oh non Sir."
"Then pray tell your Master, how many a thumb and forefingers nipped your proud nipples?"
"Again Master, not one."
I began to weep.
"Do not cry, this is excellent news."
"I know just the person to give you personal tuition, but prior to you leaving tomorrow, i will be the first to fuck you, tonight."
"Yes Master, if you say so?"
Not sure exactly what he meant but i would obey, to honour of my father's name.
"I do say so, and in future you will do all i say without question and with a, Yes Master reply, or else."
"Or else Master?"
He did not wish to scare the girl.
"Have you ever had your bare bottom smacked?"
"No Master, but i once saw a boy at school have the back of his hands slapped."
"Much the same Eliza if perhaps a little harder in a little bit different place."
"Ok Master, i will do all you say, i do not want the back of My hands slapping."
My naivety made him hard.
He left me in the formal lounge and left the room.
He did not wish to waste his stiff cock and went into his private drawing room and rang his bell.
"Yes Master, how may i help."
"Send that new young scullery maid up with some tea."
"Yes Master."
"Cook, send the new girl to the Master with some tea."
"Do i take it he is in a randy mood and will fuck the poor soul."
"Yes of course, if you have a problem with that i could meet you in the big hall with the Masters strap."
"No, no need for that Sir."
"Now girl, take this to the Masters room at the top of the servant's steps, an obey all he says, or he will whip you?"
She curtsied and off she went.
"Cook, what would you suggest for a hungry cock?"
She lifted her dress, lowered her drawers and bent over her own food preparation table.
"I see the whipping i gave you last week has all but faded, i will fuck you now, and this evening you will report to my room at 9.00pm to have your belt wheels replaced."
"Yes Sirrrrrrrrrr."
He was in cook before she could get her answer out.
The scullery maid knocked.
"Come in. Put the tray down there and your clothes over there then back here to suck my cock, and remember i whip to blood those who disobey me."
"Ok"
"That`s a spanking earned to start with, were you punished at home girl?"
"Yes, by my dad."
"That is twice you have not said Sir so i would not be doing my job right if i did not cane your naked bottom."
"No Sir, sorry."
She was soon naked and over his knee for a deserved spanking and fingering.
