Lady May sprawled languidly across her four post bed. The rumpled black silk blankets still glistened with moisture from her exertions. Her long blonde hair splayed out wetly across the pillow and she reached out for a cigarette.
"Carson!" she cried, "My cigarettes!"
Carson waited at his station beside the stairwell as was his wont when Madame was entertaining, ready to welcome guests or serve his employers with equal facility as befits a butler, so swiftly grasping a small pack of her Ladyship's cigarettes from the store cupboard he strode away down the corridor.
He knocked the door, paused, and entered. "Madam!" he answered as he entered the room.
"Ciggies Carson, ciggies." Lady May demanded.
"Ciggies Madam," Carson replied as he handed the slim pack to her, "Though not your favoured ones I fear, there is a war on you know."
"Don't I bloody know!" she complained, "Bloody Chamberlain, why can't he be nice to Mr Hitler then my Stephen can come home."
"I think there is more too it than that Madam," Carson observed, "Has Mr Davies left Madam?"
"No, he's getting dressed, I wore him out!" she laughed, "Poor lamb, oh and get rid of the Johnny would you," she asked pointing to a used condom dumped on a saucer at the bedside.
"Yes Madam," Carson agreed.
The door to the dressing room swung open and a slightly dishevelled Freddie Davies stepped through, a man in his thirties, married with three children, one of the Hertford Davies's.
"What?" he demanded as he saw Carson.
"My Lady called," he explained.
"I wanted some ciggies pumpkin," she explained.
"Good lord is that the time," Freddie exclaimed, "I am supposed to be at the war ministry by Two, must dash." and he rushed away slamming the door behind him.
"Why don't you join up Carson?" Lady May asked casually, "Because then I could employ a young fit butler and have rumpy pumpy whenever I like!"
"I would rather not say Madam," Carson insisted, "But if I do not give satisfaction then allow me to resign."
"Oh don't be an ass," she replied, "I know your secret, Annie Hayes told me, and don't worry, I won't tell."
Carson's mind raced, surely she could not know the secret, unless the real John Harold Wilberforce Carson had returned from America, she smiled and he knew she was probing.
"That is a great comfort to me Madam." he agreed.
"Five years for buggery isn't it nowadays?" she laughed.
He smiled, she was definitely probing, she could hardly be more wrong.
"Well isn't it." she queried.
"I really couldn't say Madam," he insisted, "Will that be all Madam?"
"Just the Johnny, oh and empty the chamber pots will you," she said.
"Yes Madam," he agreed, "When you go down."
May was already regretting her whirlwind courtship and marriage to Stephen, with war clouds looming in the summer of 39, talk of girls working in factories and blackout, no cinema, theatre, night clubs, well what was a girl to do, after all she would be twenty four when the war ended if it lasted two years, so when Stephen offered marriage she readily agreed.
His country home with sixteen bedrooms set in twenty acres of parkland sounded idyllic and as a county retreat it was but with war declared May soon found herself marooned twenty miles from London with no bus and the petrol rationed so it was actually a complete nightmare.
May was bored, sex with Freddie had been hurried rather than frenzied and all she had to look forward to was a long boring evening beside the radio.
"Have you ever had relations with a girl Carson?" May asked suddenly as she sat up and pulled the straps of her dark blue silk nightdress back over her shoulders.
"Relations Madam?" he asked imperiously.
"Been to bed with, made love, fucked," she expanded.
"I would rather not say Madam," he replied.
"I knew it, I knew it!" she said delightedly, "How exciting!"
"Very droll Madam," he agreed.
"Oh my lord, do you bend over?" she asked.
"Will that be all Madam?" Carson replied.
"No, I want an answer," May insisted.
"I am not prepared to discuss personal matters with you my Lady," he explained.
"I'll dob you in to the Rozzers," she said, "If you don't tell."
"No Madam, I do not bend over, may I go Madam?" he asked.
"Would you like to bugger me?" May asked outrageously.
"Madam!" Carson protested, "Some decorum please."
"Well would you?" she repeated.
"No," he insisted.
"I don't believe you," she said, "Take off your trousers."
"I beg your pardon Madam?" Carson retorted.
"Take your Trousers off, chop chop," May insisted.
"Are you instructing me to?" Carson asked incredulously.
"Yes, or be dismissed for gross misconduct!" she laughed.
"What misconduct?" he demanded.
"Oh, I'll think of something, and your jacket," she added, "And shoes and socks."
Carson stared, it was completely outrageous, he should leave, but to have a beautiful young lady demand that he disrobe, such things were the stuff of dreams.
"Come on chop chop!" May repeated.
Slowly and carefully Carson removed his black long tailed jacket and slipped off his highly polished black shoes. he rolled each sock neatly and set it in the shoe and asked, "Are you sure my Lady?"
"Yes chop chop." she replied.
He undid his fly buttons one by one and eased his black trousers down to sand before her bare legged in his shirt tails, starched collar and black tie.
"Hang them up," she ordered and he stepped out of his trousers and laid them on a chair.
"That is truly amazing, insulting even," May exclaimed, "Are you not the least bit excited?" she asked as she looked for Carson's erection.
"Look," she invited as she knelt on the bed and pulled her nightdress up to show her thighs, "Doesn't your heart race?" she asked.
She smoothed the nightdress down and slipped the shoulder straps. The nightdress fell to her waist revealing her pert breasts. Carson Winced, "Don't you like my boobies. What about my belly button. What about my cunt? I know," she said as she whipped round, "My bottom."
Carson groaned, May gasped, "Oh my lord you are having a heart attack!" she cried, "Oh god how do I explain this one!"
"No, it's my straps, you will have to excuse me!" he said but there were sounds in the corridor and nowhere to go so Carson could do no more than turn his back and wrench his underpamts down to reveal the patent manhood restraint he habitually wore.
A leather triangle with six straps, something like a modern day thong kept his penis firmly pressed against his belly at all times but caused the most excruciating pain if for any reason he became aroused.
Six straps from root to penis tip, except this time his manhood had snagged the last strap instead of spearing under it as it swelled.
"Good God did a flash of my bottom do that to you?" May demanded as Carson struggled with the straps.
He looked round. May was laughing, he didn't understand until he saw his reflection in the bedside mirror, a perfect side view of his erection.
"I really must apologise," he said awkwardly.
"Come here," May said firmly, "On the bed, I want to help you, to cure you, you silly man, poking bottoms, whatever next."
Carson froze.
"On the bed now or I scream 'Rape'" May insisted.
Carson went to pull his pants up but May intervened, "No pants, on the bed, oh and take that ridiculous shirt off."
Carson did as he was told. He was unsure of what to do. Unsure of what she wanted from him and desperate not to make a mistake.
He removed his tie and cufflinks, the false starched shirt front and the shirt and for completeness his vest.
He didn't look like Carson any more, May thought. He just looked like any one of a dozen lovers she had entertained, but not a lover, a gigolo, and she would have fun with him and send him away seething with frustration.
"On the bed," she said as she threw her nightdress on the floor, "Kneel before me!"
'Worship me' she thought. "No knees inside mine," she said as he lumbered around awkwardly, "And lean forward and don't crush me!"
Carson's manhood reared to its maximum, veins rippling and bulging along its length as he leaned forward and it touched the soft skin of her belly.
"Do you like that?" May laughed.
"Madam?" Carson replied.
"Your hard cock on my soft skin, do you like?" she asked as she enjoyed feeling his excitement.
"If it pleases you Madam then I am content," he replied.
She had a wicked thought, she wold push him to the brink and then push him away so she grabbed his manhood, "Down the bed," she ordered and as he moved his knees she pulled the head of his cock up so it brushed her pussy lips.
"There," she teased, as she felt his foreskin against her, arousing her, "Now isn't that nice?"
May held him there a moment longer than she should as she enjoyed the thrill of his warmth against her and the sudden overwhelming feeling of power.
"If it pleases you Madam," he agreed through gritted teeth as he tried to disguise his excitement..
"Doesn't it please you then Carson?" she asked, "Any real man would just push forward a tiny bit and take me."
"Yes Madam." Carson replied.
"Are you a man Carson?" she joked, tormenting him, "Just a little push, I'm waiting."
"Madam," he replied as the exquisite sensation of her soft cunt lips against the tip of his rampant penis raced uncontrollably through his body.
"Don't you want to push it inside me?" May asked oblivious to the fact that the feel of his penis was making her rather wet in her turn.
