Yes M'lady (Open to 1 Female)

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"Carter!" Shouted Mr Baines, the head Butler and chief of staff to the Grant estate. He was answered by a young man named John Carter, just turned 19 and recently promoted to his staff after working for the estate in the stables.

"Get yourself cleaned up boy. Lady Grant is going on a trip and has requested you to acompany her as her servant." A number of the other staff members looked up and at each other at this and although John caught a couple of their looks he didnt know what they meant.

"Me sir? Are you sure?" he asked
"Dont question me Boy!" he bellowed. "Now go get ready. Best dress, she leaves in an hour"

John nodded nervously and went down the hall to his room to change and prepare his things. As soon as he left the room the chatter started.

"Why the bloody hell has she picked a kid like him?" asked one voice.
"Maybe she's finally looking to her own age" replied another.

It was a known fact what 'accompanying' the Lady of the house meant. Lord Grant was a wealthy and powerfull man, but he was also old. Pushing 70 and his health had never been the best. His eyesight and his lust however had always been good and his wife was one of the finest trophies a man of his position could have. She was also only 24 years old and a shameless gold digger. Lord Grant wasnt a fool. He knew why such a stunning beauty would consent to marry him but frankly he was at a time in his life where he didnt much care as long as he got his enjoyment.

Her enjoyment on the other hand was had at the 'expense' so to speak of the house staff and every once in a while she would take a trip, selecting someone to acompany her as a personal servant and each time the servant had been one of the male staff. None of them would ever say what went on but so many had done it words werent needed.

Young John Carter made his way out to the horse drawn coach out front as it pulled up. He nodded to the driver but recieved no reply. As John opened the door to await Lady Grant he heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel behind him, and turned to see her walking out in a large, flared regal looking dress. His eyes wandered momentarily over the corset tightened waistline and her impossibly full busom before noticing the predatory smile on her full lips and the glint in her eye.
"Shall we be off then?" she asked.

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[MadMissJ]

Today, she’d decided was going to be a wonderful day. She stood in front of the mirror, two of her prissy, busy maids making sure every string, button and flap lay flat and perfect on her traveling dress. It was blue silk, with a corseted top; the skirt was full with flounces down the back. Her breasts were heaved high, the perfect perch for her sapphire necklace and the few tendrils of long blond hair that had escaped beneath her jaunty, tilted hat.

The household would be in a tizzy, they always were when she decided last minute to take a trip. The housekeeper had come to her with lists, the footmen with questions about which of their fine assortment of horseflesh she would be needing. Still others came to her, specifically Mr. Baines about who her personal servant would be.

Victoria had seen him, not so long ago. She was an avid sportswomen, when she was in the mood for it, and he’d come to her a time or two, to put away her horse. It was nothing to have him promoted, Mr. Baines said he was a hard worker, and Tori would like nothing better than to see young, Mr. Carter in the house a time or two.

As she stepped out of the house and away from the wave of people that followed her to make sure that everything was going as planned. She saw as a few of the other servants were tying her matching luggage to the back of the carriage, and a bag that she must assume would be Mr. Carter’s.

Her walking boots made a distinct sound as she walked toward where her servant waited, not sparing a look at their driver.

The blond let a smile creep across her face, and brush the feather that strayed forward on her hat away from her deep green eyes.

“Shall we be off?” Tori reached for his hand, helping boost herself into the carriage, not waiting for a reply. She settled back into the comfortable and recently reupholstered seats of her personal carriage, complete with her insignia on the side of it.

It wasn’t long before she reached up to pluck the hat pin from atop her head, pulling it and the hat away from her head, setting them on the seat next to her, while a riot of blond curls fell around her shoulders, looking at Mr. Carter, as the carriage pulled away from her home.

“Now, I guess familiarities on this trip are to be expected. After all, lad, it’s just you and I.” Her voice seemed softer here, than when she was at home, she practically purred.

“Your name is John, correct? May I call you John, Mr. Carter?”

[UC_Gav]

John wasnt used to this. For as long as he could remember he had served Lord Grant and never once in that time had he been asked to ride inside the carriage. Of course he was only newly promoted to the house staff and the stable boys rarely got chance to do anything with the carriage other than to hitch up the horses.

Now he did his best not to stare at his emplyer and owner as she removed her hat. He couldnt help but steal a glimpse at her pushed up chest as her hat covered her eyes for a moment but he quickly righted his eyeline before she locked him with a stare.

“Your name is John, correct? May I call you John, Mr. Carter?” she asked softly.

"Yes M'lady, of course. You can call me anything you wish to M'Lady" he stammered. He hadnt expected her to talk to him, at least not this soon. If the trip was to be a long one then she may get bored but they hadnt even left the ground yet.

[MadMissJ]

He’d answered just as she expected.

His wasn’t a position that she would immediately envy. He was a lone boy, in the clutches of his Lady. He was unsure, probably more than a little curious. But she wouldn’t indulge him, not now. After all, she’d worked hard to pull herself up to where she was now, John would earn his position too. Oh, Lady Grant knew what they all thought of her, marrying Lord Grant for his money. But what was she to marry for in their pauperish eyes? Love? She’d been a Lady born with standing but had little more than her servants. She’d been a quick wit at her coming out, and had chosen a man she knew was not long for this world.

Then she would be a respectable widow, a decent yearly earning, several homes and more than enough staff. And all she had to do was indulge her husband in his baser urges.

And he allowed her the freedom to do the same. There was much to be said for their marriage of convenience. Especially since she’d decided on a holiday outing only this morning, she was bored of teas and dinners…she wanted something much more exciting.

“You needn’t be so nervous, John.” She leaned over and patted his knee with her gloved hand, giving him what she was an ample view of one of her more arresting features. Tori leaned back again, assessing him.

“You don’t think me a harsh mistress, do you John?” The Lady poked out her lower lip in a pretty little pout, not unlike a small girl that hadn’t gotten her way. But on the tail end of her sentence there was a giggling laugh.

“Come now, we’ve a way to travel. You simply must entertain me.” The Lady Grant pressed her hands together, placing them beneath her chin with a grin.

“Do you know any games, John?”

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"Im afraid not M'Lady" he shrugged, finally pulling his eyes upto meet hers. When she had leant forward he was worried for a moment that if she had held that pose any longer he would have been sucked in. "I dont socialise much outside the house staff and unfortunately most of their games involve quantities of alcohol. Other than they the older, more worldly staff sometimes tell stories..."

He realised too late that he shouldnt have said that. Alot of the stories told were colorfull to say the least and he didnt fancy having himself fired for speaking such language to Lady Grant.

"Unfortunately..." he paused trying to think up a suitable excuse "..the topics some of the staff choose are a little too base to trouble someone of your standing your Ladyship".

[MadMissJ]

All at once she gave the boy across from her a harsh look. Her green eyes could be as cool as ice when she wished them to be, and currently his presumption had earned him a scathing glaze.

“Do not presume to know what is for my ears and what is not, Mr. Carter.” The way she said his name it was clear that it was not friendly, those words tumbled off of her painted lips with daggers attached. Usually she was a fairly good natured woman; in the way of she usually got what she wanted. But her temper was renowned for its sudden arrival when Lady Grant did not get everything she’d been planning on.

She put her arm forward, almost as if she was going to shake his hand, though it had been thrust out with temper, stalling in the rocking of the cabin between them.

“Don’t stare at the hand, Mr. Carter, remove my glove. Didn’t Mr. Baines tell you, you’d be my personal servant for my trip?” Her voice was easing now, not quite the high pitched offended tone she’d used before. The Lady’s delicate hand was wrapped in more blue silk, over the gloves were jeweled rings that would have to be removed before the clothing could come off, and then replaced once again.

She watched him at his work before producing her other hand.

“This time, remove it slower.” Tori told him, eyes never leaving his face.

“If you shan’t produce a game, either you must play mine, or tell me one of your stories. Which will it be, John? I’ll give you a choice.” She beamed in his direction.

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He felt ashamed for such a basic mistake. She had made him feel more comfortable around her and he had been stupid enough to try and talk to her as an equal. He mentally chastised himself as he removed the glove from her hand. Taking care to follow her instruction.

"If its all the same to you M'Lady i would prefer to simply do whatever you wish." He hoped it didnt upset her or seem like he was trying to dodge the subject.
"Mr Briggs always said im not much of a story-teller" he added in an apologetic tone. "Said its cos im still a boy and wouldnt know what..." he tried to pause realising only now that he had a habit of talking for one sentence longer than he should. The dangerous, yet expectant look she gave him indicated that he should finish his sentance.
"...That i wouldnt know what to do with myself if i ever got the chance."

"Sorry M'Lady" he added, knowing that he'd pretty much managed to screw up his continued employement within half an hour of meeting Lady Grant.

[MadMissJ]

Though John was apologetic, Lady Grant was intrigued. She put her gloves next to her hat, listening to what her companion had to say. Oh, she wasn’t a stupid chit who didn’t know which end was which. So was John confessing something to her with his little comments? Her heart skipped an excited, breathless beat.

“Had the chance to what, John?” Her tone was soft once again, her features now more inviting than before. She urged him to confide in her with that body language, her bare but jeweled hands reaching out and holding one of his larger ones in her own. She knew he wouldn’t dare pull back, so she stroked his skin with those white, delicate fingertips.

“Don’t be sorry, John. After all, we are friends on this trip are we not? And friends must be honest with each other. We will become very familiar I think, you and I.” Tori nodded at her own suggestion, encouraging him to do the same, still holding onto his hand.

“So tell me, you’re a handsome boy. You’ve not had a chance to…become familiar with the ladies around my estate?” She smiled, pulling him toward her ever so slightly.

“Is that what you were talking about, John?”

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"Yes M'Lady" he said somewhat shyly. "My work kept me busy enough in the stables and most of the social time we had was spent down in the villiage. The house-staff dont mingle much with the Stablehands you see." he confessed. Trying to be careful not to overstep his place and talk to her too casually.

"The only ladies on the estate i talk to much are the ladies in the kitchen and most of them are what id consider to be more motherly if you dont mind me being honest M'Lady."

He could feel himself turning a shade of red. The attention from her hands added to the embarrasment yet the softness of her touch seemed to be drawing the confession from him.

[MadMissJ]

She liked the little shade of embarrassment he turned as he talked about the day to day life he lead. She’d never quite tried to put herself in their place, though, there had been many she’d decided to raise up depending on her liking of them. It was rare that any women in her household earned as many bonuses as the men. She held a tight hand on her purse strings, and like those knots on her corset, only were freed for those she deemed worthy.

“Motherly…yes, I can understand that dilemma…” She tisked softly, shaking her head in commiseration.

“But what if you had the chance to talk with a woman you didn’t consider on the motherly side?” She asked softly, her hand trailing up his shirt to his elbow. Her eyes cast down at her own hand at its activities.

“She could be a little older though? Don’t you think you’d want someone who could give you proper instruction? A woman who could teach you what you needed to know so you didn’t fumble…a woman who would give you many chances to discover the treasures that her body held for you?” Her eyelashes fluttered, not unlike they had with many other men.

“You don’t think of me as the motherly sort, do you John?” Tori pulled away again, relaxing back on her side of the carriage, tracing a little circle with her nail, along the exposed flesh above the top of her dress.

“Do I look like the sort of woman who would latch you to her breast and sooth you? Or the sort that would tempt you with her flesh?” The woman grinned.

“We are friends now, John. You can answer honestly.”

[UC_Gav]

If he was honest, the idea of latching onto her breast was a very tempting one but he guessed that trying to be funny now would not be a smart thing to do.

"If i can be completely honest M'Lady" he said, each word hesitant as if he feared she was luring him into some sort of trap. "Id have to say your the very image of temptation."

Her closeness only moments before and the scent of her had made him feel warm. He felt tense and nervous and realised the tension was starting to manifest itself. Only his sitting position hid his further embarrasment as he waited for her reaction.

[MadMissJ]

She paused for a moment when he told her what a temptation she was. Then she grinned at him, tilting her head back with a laugh. The joy in her eyes was plain, and it was written on her face that he’d said something that had pleased her immensely.

“Is that a fact, John?” Lady Grant laid both of her hands on her the seat on either side of her body. She rose one foot in the small space between them, settling it between his knees. She pulled up the her skirt a little passed her ankle length traveling boots, revealing the sheer stockings she wore and still she pull the skirt to her knee.

“So I tempt you…how delicious.” She trilled, hiking her skirt up even farther until he would be able to see where her garters caught her stockings in the middle of her creamy thigh.

“Have you seen a lady’s under things, John? Have you seen a woman’s garters?” She liked to ask him questions, liked his reactions. He was so innocent, and she took great joy in it.

With her skirt gathered around her she reached over for his hand, putting it against her ankle.

“So you like what you’ve seen so far? What sorts of things do I tempt you into doing?”

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"If were still being honest M'Lady, im not really sure. Its like the feeling you get remembering you have to do something but not knowing what. i know i want to but......" He was completely obeying her now. Every movement she guided him to make was obeyed without resistance.

"Maybe Mr. Briggs was right and i dont know what id do"

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OOC - Sorry theyre getting shorter. Thats my last one for tonight. Gonna head to bed now. Ill get back on this when im on again tomorrow . Loving it so far.

[MadMissJ]

“I know what I want you to do.” Her voice was softer now, but no less commanding. She liked the feel of his hand on her leg, it was only logical if he touched both of them, it would be twice as pleasurable. So she shifted her feet yet again, putting one foot on one side of him and the other on the far side, spreading her legs in front of him knowing that he’d have quite a view up her dress to the frilly garter belt and panties she wore.

“I want you to run your hands up my legs, John. Caress them, I want you to press little kisses to my knees, then run you hands up the back of my thighs, and I want you to kiss, just small wet kisses to where my garters end, and my skin begins.” Again, she shifted her skirt raising it even higher; some would doubt that the two in back were a lady and a stable hand.

She was acting the role of a harlot. And John was obeying, like she knew he would.

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He felt like there was some overriding influence guiding his actions. He wanted to resist, to say no or at least consider saying no but he couldnt. As soon as she had opened her legs, trapping him between them he knew he couldnt. His eyes were locked on the soft piece of fabric that covered her most private area.

Her voice controlled his actions and as his hands reached the back of her knees he felt himself move forward to kneel between her legs. His lips softly pressing against the fabric of her stockings. He moved closer to her, and soon felt his lips contact her skin.

Realising how close to her he now must be he stole a glance back to that delicate fabric above his head, noticing the faint darker shade a small patch of it was turning. He couldnt help feeling like a vulnerable creature facing a predator waiting to swallow him whole.

[MadMissJ]

She squealed with a little laugh as John knelt down and started pressed his lips to her legs through the thin fabric. Had it been any other woman, perhaps she would have felt inclined to reassure him of his actions. But Tori merely reached down to caress him, running her long fingers through his hair, tilting his head to make him look up at her.

The smile on her face was rather wolfish now, all of the angles of her face sharpened with some underlying power she enjoyed far too much.

“Now, you must take off my boots, John.” Her voice was still under control, even when she caught him stealing glances up her skirt.

“The laces are expensive; you’ll have to be careful.” She moved her heeled shoe off of the seat in front of her, and pressed it against his chest, one at a time. They were things of fantasy, sparkling with silver threads and brocade cloth, the suede of the toes and heels made it more durable to walk in.

Once she knew he was almost finished with that task she finally spoke again.

“Now, I want you to remove my stockings.”

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"Yes M'Lady" he said quietly reaching up, being deliberately slow and carefull so as not to displease her in some way. He unclipped the stockings from their supporting garter and began to slide the stockings down. He made sure his hands stayed in contact with her leg the entire way down, adding a stroking motion in what he hoped was an effort to please her.

As he moved to start on the second leg he stole himself another glance between her legs. The fabric now noticeably darker than before. One of the other staff had told him of how a woman reacts when she is aroused and he hoped that was the reaction he was seeing now. She hid it from her face and her voice, she was still effortlessly in command of him.

[MadMissJ]

He did please her, this boy and his eagerness to make her happy. She relished the feeling of his hands skimming over her legs, he pet her, like a beloved kitten, each delicious inch that he exposed he drug his fingers over it, making a shiver travel up her spine. Victoria watched him, watch her. She tightened her fingers around the locks of his hair under her hand, tilting his head up toward her.

“Do you like what you see, Young John?” His mistress breathed, her second foot still against his shoulder.

“Tell me, would you like to remove an article of your clothing?” Her bouncy blond curls shook in the negative…

“No…no…you want to see more of me?” She ventured a guess in a sing song voice, stroking his face a little and letting one of her fingers rest against his lips.

“You want to undo my corset? Do you want to lick along my breasts, John? Have to sucked softly on a woman’s nipple? Bit it…held the weight of her in your hands?” But she continued without letting him answer, amusing herself.

“What about you…do you have something hidden you’d like me to lick…” A long pause. “Suck…hold in my hands?” She finally removed her finger, pulling it up to her own lips, her tongue slipping along its length.

“Or do you want to play beneath my skirts, like a naughty boy and see what damage you’ve wrought?”

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"If i may be so bold M'Lady..." he answered her, looking obediently into her eyes "...id like all those things and anything else you may permit me."

He knew she was teasing him, putting him in his place as was only right for a woman of her power. His hands seemed to ache. He had left them stroking the length of her shapely legs, unwilling to break that skin contact. Every suggestion she had made he had been ready to do, more than ready infact but as she moved on to new ideas he was left unsure. Did she want him to take some initiative or was she simply playing with him like her new toy that he obviously was.

[MadMissJ]

She pulled her hands up now, gathering her hair above her head, each long, delicate finger woven though the ringlets, holding them there like her hair were bonds, she looked at him in between her knees and nodded.

“Be bold then.” Lady Grant told him, removing her foot to place it once again on the cushion next to him.

“I permit you to explore, John…Ask me what you wish, tell me what you want.” The way she said it, brought to mind candle lit nights and silken sheets. Affairs and the sweaty joining of two bodies.

“Please me…pleasure me…” She purred, rocking her hips from side to side under the bundles of her skirts that rested just below her breasts, showing her showing her white cotton panties, frilly around the edges, already wet with excitement.

“You won’t regret it, if you do.” The sound of that was heavily laden with threats and promises. As the duo sat in her carriage, she was warning him that he would regret it, if he didn’t.

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John could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Though he had rarely met the Lady Grant outside of the occaisional order she had issued at the stables he had heard the stories. The whispered rhumours of her figure and her unending appetites.

He had heard stories that as good as she looked in her clothes, there were those who would confess she was one of the rare beauties that were hidden, rather than helped by the overly tight corset and chest lifting bazziere's.

He couldnt believe he was being invited to openly explore her body, and not only that but it would be his first. This magnificent body, and he could feel his trouses bulging, his arousal becoming too much to hide. He had heard the tone in her words. Although she made it sound like an offer there was a threatening tone that told him he had little choice and so moved his hands higher up her legs, running smoothly over her thighs before moving inside. He leant his head forward, trailing the same soft kisses she had asked for earlier up the length of her legs towards his target.

He perhaps felt a little forward going here first but he had been teased with its sight since they had started and he wanted to know her. Moving further forward untill his head disappeared beneath the frills of her skirt. Her scent was all around him, the evidenc of her own arousal building in him like a fire as he gave those same kisses over the soft fabric of her panties.

[MadMissJ]

She laughed like a school girl, throwing her skirts over him as he traveled up her legs. Tori relished this boy's tender, uncertain hands, his soft, gentle kisses. But she would be making him into a man, but not before she gained as much pleasure from the encounter as she wanted.

And the sight before her, of the bulge of his head, wandered beneath blue silk, enchanted as much as it amused her. Lady Grant rested her hand on top of where she knew his hair to be, pulling her legs back to lock behind him, clutching him to her as he pressed one of his kisses to that most secret of places.

“More.” There was still a giggle; she pressed her hips forward against him, rubbing her wetness against his lips and chin. This wanton Lady was clearly enjoying her power over the boy.

“Feel with your hand and your tongue too, John.” She gasped.

“Rub it…pet it…” Tori instructed, laying her head back against the pillow of her seat.

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John could feel her hand firmly on his head, her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as her hips pressed forward. As inexperienced as he was he could feel her sudden urgency.

He moved his hand up, pressing gently against where the material had turned darkest. He could feel the soft flesh beneath and as he moved his fingers slowly he soon found one spot where he could press harder and feel them begin to sink into her but the silk of her panties prevented him sinking too deep. He resumed his kissing but found that his hand forced his head a little higher, to the very top of the darkened cloth. When he kissed there however he heard her gasp, her hand pressed harder on the back of his head.

Undure of how far he could go he decided to take a risk, letting his tongue slip to the edge of the materal and brush against her bare flesh, moving his fingers quicker and more firmly as he did so.

[MadMissJ]

A moan joined the soft ruffling of John under her skirts. She lay back down, her hand pressing John forward, forcing him to be bold. He wanted so much to please her, she could tell from the way his fingers pressed against the soft fabric of her undergarments, instinctually knowing that he wanted to be inside her. And when he found that little nub of pleasure, she cried out sharply, but mewled her appreciation with promises of their night to come.

“Don’t stop, my love.” She cooed. Victoria could be as cunning as a snake, but under the right lips and fingers she was as gentle as a lamb. Tori moved against her trapped lover, as she felt his lips start to venture under the only wisp of material that kept him from her.

With that she pulled back her feet unclasping, and pulling away from the seat across from her, even her elegant skirts were a flutter of activity as they unwound from her former stable boy.

“John!” She gave him a look of shock, but those green eyes were still set upon her prey.

“Scandalous…have you earned a peak at a lady’s most prized treasures? I just don’t know what to say.” What started out as a lecture, slowly melted into a tease, as she leaned forward, running both hands up his covered thighs, fingers meeting at the bulge in his trousers.

She rubbed a hand there, while the other continued up his chest, slipping one finger along his lips.

And yet, the busy hand was unbuttoning those very tight pants.

“Do you like what I am doing, John?” The lady purred, slipping her hand inside.

“Would you like me to undress you? You must be so uncomfortable...”