["Lady Chatterley's Butler" told the story of how Lady Penelope Chatterley's fantasies of submission came to be realised. It was a challenge to me to see if I could write a story which included heterosexual sex. The kind man who set the challenge, responded to my challenge to set out how the Butler saw it - and here it is with some additions from me].
I had worked at the 'Big House' for most of my life, starting as a page boy and later becoming a footman, valet, and now I held the position of butler to the Chatterley family. I loved my job, it gave me many privileges that a man of my lowly birth could hardly imagine. I served the aristocratic family to the best of my abilities and had met many dignitaries and even minor royalty through my position; but Lady Penelope, she was my world.
I had watched her grow up from being a precocious young girl to a full grown woman, and what a woman. She was diminutive in size but immense in stature. She would fill a room with her presence, she had an aura that enraptured and captivated everyone she encountered and I adored her. As she had grown into her womanhood I saw her change, she would always wear high stiletto heels to enhance her height. She always wore the dark fully fashioned seamed stockings which sheathed her long adorable legs. She dressed impeccably with style and elegance but there would always be something about the way she wore her clothes that exuded a hidden sexuality.
Her skirts would have a split that gave a subtle flash of a stocking top, her sun dresses would be unbuttoned from just below her hips so that her legs would be exposed up to her thighs when she walked. When she wore her silk blouses she would be braless, her small pert breasts had no need for one, but her nipples always seemed hard and erect beneath. It seemed as though she had no sense of the possible effect of any of this on men.
She had an aristocratic, almost imperious air to her. She was miles higher than my status on the social ladder; but I worshipped her from afar. I served her with all the deference she deserved. She was Mistress of the house and I was her butler; I knew my place. I would serve her breakfast each morning, to ensure her food was perfect I would cook it for her myself as I had become quite skilled in the culinary arts. I would press her copy of 'The Times' with a warm iron to fix the print, as it wouldn't do for her Ladyship to get ink on her perfectly manicured fingers.
Each evening I would go to the drawing room and serve her drinks, always keeping a very proper dialogue with her, bowing my head and addressing her as Ma'am; looking at her impassively when she looked at me. When her eyes were not upon me I would look at her so differently. I would study her body with a worshipful gaze, trying to spy up her skirt or dress for a glimpse of her stocking tops or a flash of her panties as she crossed her legs. My eyes would be fixed to her high heels, she would dangle her shoe from her toes with her legs crossed which would get me so aroused that I was sometimes flustered while serving her. She acted as if she was unaware of my aroused state but i am sure that she knew the effect she had on me. I wanted her desperately, my thoughts ranged from worshipping her like some Goddess to fucking the daylights out of her, taking her like some cheap slutty scullery maid and having my rampant way with her.
On this particular evening I was doing my usual late night tour of the house, ensuring all naked flames were extinguished and that the house was secure before I retired to bed. With his lordship absent and the maids abed, I had the house to myself. I had my reasons for going to the study, as his lordship concealed matter there which I liked to peruse. I opened the study door, walked in and to my shock I saw her there. Lady Penelope was totally naked apart from her high heels and pretty white knickers, which were half way down her thighs. I could see everything I had dreamed of for so long: her slender limbs; her little titties with the upturned nipples which were so hard and erect, the little pink aureolas all crinkly and puffed from her state of arousal; her beautiful bare cunt, shaved smooth; all this was exposed to my gaze. I could see her sweet lips glistening with her juices as her hand went down to cup it as she toyed with herself.
Beside her was one of the books I had gone there to read. It was one of the works of De Sade. I knew her Papa had a secret shelf where he kept his collection of erotica, all on the same theme of females submitting to dominant men. I could see from the evidence right before my eyes that this must what her Ladyship found so arousing. At this moment she opened her eyes, her face flushed a deeper red with embarrassment than her arousal had already made it.
"Sorry Ma'am, I shall leave you. Apologies," I stuttered. Swiftly turning and walking through the door, I hurried away. I went to bed that night and pleasured myself, with thoughts of having her on her knees and sucking my cock, which soon had me spending into a handkerchief. I tossed and turned that night, thinking how I shouldn't take advantage of this unfortunate situation. But deep in the back of my mind a darker thought of turning this to my advantage would not go away.
