My Life as Luna

The position of a courtesan within a household has never been well-defined. While some of us go on to marry our masters and others are given recognised status as "kept women", perhaps living in a separate townhouse, many of us inhabit a grey area somewhere among the other household staff.

At Leeway Manor, I was given my own room within the servants' quarters. The other staff eyed me suspiciously as the butler, Mister Ambrose, showed me to it. Mister Ambrose was deep into middle age and slightly overweight, with a kind face and the professional demeanour necessary to run a small household.

"I'm afraid there has been quite a bit of talk in the lead-up to your arrival," he explained. "Trained courtesans are not something one comes by often in this part of the empire. Don't be too put off if the others gawk or stare."

"Of course," I replied. "My only duty is to serve my master."

"So, this is Philip's cocksucker?" a voice asked.

It seemed that Mister Ambrose had been right about the staff's interest. Three other staff members were standing just outside of my door. A fourth was down the hall, but she was obviously listening.

"Now, Elliot," Mister Ambrose said, "no need to speak about the young lady like that."

Elliot was a man in his twenties with broad shoulders, likely a labourer of some sort. Possibly the gardener.

"It seems this man is right," I said. "One of my chief duties to Mister Leeway is performing oral sex. I was purchased specifically for that purpose."

Mister Ambrose blushed. The other two waiting staff members, both young women, whispered between each other. They were attractive, and I wondered if one or both had been performing my duties in an informal capacity before I arrived.

"If you ever need to practice for the man upstairs, come find me," Elliot said with a wink.

"Of course, sir," I replied politely, knowing I would not.

I was asked to eat dinner with the family—both my master and his father—that night. The way Philip avoiding looking at or speaking to me said it had not been his idea.

"How are you finding things so far, Luna?" Charles Leeway, Philip's father asked.

Luna was a name that had been chosen for me by Philip mere hours before, and I was still getting used to the sound of it.

"Everything is splendid, sir," I replied. "I am pleased to serve Master Philip."

No matter my own personal feeling, I had been trained by the Imperial Academy of Courtesans to give positive answers to such public questions without exception.

After dinner, Philip returned to his bedroom. I followed, assuming my talents would be required, but was told in no uncertain terms that they would not. As such, I returned to my own room.

"Thought you'd be upstairs polishing the master's silver," Elliot said with a smirk, standing in my doorway.

"My talents are not required," I said.

"Bloody gentry. If I had a hot little cocksucker like you, I'd be using her twenty-four hours a day. Imagine being so up your own arse that you can't be bothered to get your knob slobbered."

He walked off muttering similar profanities.

As a courtesan, I had one primary duty: to see to my master's needs. If he didn't want my oral attentions, then I would not argue. However, it was surely within my purview to ensure he wasn't holding back out of any misplaced feelings within himself.

I made my way upstairs to Philip's room. I was about to knock when I heard noises within. Quietly and carefully, I opened the door just enough to see inside.

Philip was sitting on the edge of his bed. On her knees in front of him, her mouth firmly planted on my master's member, was a young woman with red hair. I recognised her immediately as the girl---a maid—who had been listening from a distance when I first arrived in my room that afternoon.

She was slim and attractive, but my years of training in oral pleasure meant the imperfections in her technique were obvious to me. Her rhythm was off, her tongue didn't know where it should be, and I watched her entire body fight the urge to vomit whenever she took more than a few inches of Philip's cock.

Despite this, he was enjoying it. Perhaps her haphazard slurping had some charm. My master's hand went to back of the redheaded girl's head, and he thrust into her mouth.

It was hard to not feel insulted. I was paid for and delivered for this exact purpose, and my master was instead choosing the unpolished mouth of a maid for his comfort. I felt warm fury form in my gut but pushed it away. My pride did not matter. My only role was to see to my master's pleasure and, right now, that meant standing by and allowing this.

Master Philip's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts more rapid. The girl, for her part, was beginning to buckle. Her face reddened, her eyes watered, and she spluttered around Philip's shaft as he plunged it deeper. In the throes of passion, he either did not notice her discomfort or did not care, continuing to use the maid's mouth like that of a cheap dockside prostitute.

With one, final push, Philip drove his cock to the hilt and groaned loudly. The maid's eyes bulged as the master came.

When he was finished, she reeled back, coughing and retching. Her dress, which had been pristine when I saw her earlier, was wet with tears and excess saliva. Philip pulled his pants back on as the maid tried to catch her breath.

"Why are you still here?" he shouted.

The maid mumbled an apology and run out the door. I barely moved out the way quickly enough to not be knocked down. Her head was down, and she didn't see me as she hurried past. I followed her and was surprised when, instead of taking the stairs down to the servant's quarters, she turned and went out into the garden.

I found the maid sitting on the grass, crying to herself. I crouched beside her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She sniffed and raised her hear to look at me. She had bright green eyes.

"You must be Miss Luna," she said.

I nodded.

"I feel I may have been sent here to prevent the sort of thing that just happened," I said, having realised it somewhere between the bedroom and where we were. "I do apologise for not having performed that duty."

"Master Philip has been like this since he was old enough to work out he could get away with it," the maid explained. "Mister Charles tried to stop him, but he's not as young as he once was, and the war did not exactly leave him stronger."

As I learned, anything could set Philip off. Perhaps his bed was not made to his liking. Maybe his tea was too cold. Or too hot. Whatever excuse materialised, the result was one of the female members of staff having to get on her knees and atone for the apparent mistake. My role was not just to serve my master, but to keep him content enough to avoid this.

The next morning, I woke at dawn. As I had been taught, I carefully applied my lipstick and ensured that not a hair on my head was out of place before I made my way to Master Philips room. I quietly opened the door and entered. My master was asleep with no signs of waking.

I pulled back the covers. He was on his back, snoring softly. Being careful not to wake him, I pulled my master's underpants down and removed them. I then softly kissed the head of his cock. One of the snores became a soft sigh.

Philip's shaft stiffened as I ran my tongue across it. A bead of precum formed, and I greedily licked it up. Properly primed, I took my master's cock into my mouth. He woke as I began to slowly move my mouth up and down the entire length. I let it slip out with an audible pop.

"Good morning, sir," I said. "As you left no instructions yesterday evening, I thought it best to wake you at seven."

I did not wait for a response and descended back to my duties. I smiled around Philip's shaft as I saw him clench the bedsheets involuntarily. With my master fully awake, I increased the pace, twirling my tongue around the rim of his head on each stroke.

It took little to finish the job. I savoured the salty-sweet taste for a few moments before swallowing.

"I hope my efforts proved satisfactory," I said.

Philip grunted in reply and got out of bed. He didn't seem as displeased as he had the day before.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, his tone still less than friendly.

"My academy uniform," I said. "It's standard for a newly graduated courtesan."

The red, black, and white uniform was the only thing I had worn since I entered the academy two years earlier.

"Go out and get yourself something more normal, will you?" Philip said before going into his dressing room and shutting the door.

It would at least be a few hours before he would be in a position to harass any of the other staff. I could spare some time to go into the city.