In the Master's Quarters (open for one male)

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Rose had not lived a charmed life. Her family worked as servants in the Devon castle her whole life. Her mother, Fern, was a laundry maid and her father, John, was a butler. John, dissappointed in the direction his life had taken and at having never gotten the opportunity to have a son (Fern had such truble birthing Rose doctors suggested she not have any more children) so John had developed a drinking problem and a great deal of resentment toward his family.

Rose had been raised to work in the castle laundry and when she reached the age of eighteen was about to apply for an au pair job in another town when her father informed her that he'd drunk too much of his salary to recover properly and in order to pay back some damages to Master Devon, he had offered her up as Master Devon's personal bedchamber maid. Her heart sunk. She, and all in the castle knew what this meant.

No one spoke of the bedchamber maids. He went through several per year and most were never the type of women spoken of in any decent circles again thereafter. They never left his bedchamber and keeping his quarters clean was the least of these women's duties to the master. Basically, her father had just sold her into sexual slavery. Rose didn't know what to do but cry. She wept the whole morning, even as her mother solumnly packed her child's bags and handed them to her with silent tears rolling down her cheeks also. Both of her parents looked as if they had just found out she'd died. But, who was she kidding, they'd never talk to her again after all the master would put her through. In essence, she would be dead to them.

With one last incriminating look at her alcoholic father as he faced the window to avoid her eyes, Rose took her suitcases and ascended the steps to the Devon family's part of the castle. She passed the master's wife Laura's rooms quietly (wives knew of their husband's bad habits but often pretended not to in order to keep their posh life as conflict free as possible, Laura was no excepton.). Slowly, hesitantly, Rose approached the door at the end of the hall, the Master's bedchamber. Setting down her bags and fighting the urge to turn and run, Rose knocked on the door. She could hear the foootfalls growing closer as he rose to answer, likely, he'd been waiting for her....

OOC: I need someone to play the domineering and sometimes sadistic Henry Devon, master of the castle to turn Rose into his personal sex slave. This is sometime before the 1800's and takes place in England.

Rose Helmond
Age: 18
Phys Desc. see redhead below.

 

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takers?

 

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OOC: I'd be interested....will post later today with a character description of Henry.

 

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OOC: Great! Welcome.

 

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At 44, Henry was a firm believer in the phrase, an Englishman's home is his castle. He owned a steel mill, the profits of which afforded him the lifestyle he had always wanted for both himself and his wife. However, he no longer felt any desire for his wife. To him, she had grown old and fat. In order to keep up appearances, they now had a "pretend" marriage, in which they slept in separate rooms, but still attended functions as a couple. Sex between Henry and his wife, Vanessa, was of course, non-existant.

To satisfy his carnal needs, Henry now used maids. For the sake of discretion, he kept the maids locked up in his bedchamber, which of course allowed him to use them any time he wanted. Being the kind-hearted gentleman that he was, however, he gave them an out. If they could figure a way out of his bedchamber, he would let them leave without pursuing them and without retribution. However, these women were never the same again, and now lived in shame. Henry would simply pick out another maid and had her sent to his bedchamber. If she refused, he would fire her on the spot. Word had naturally begun to spread around the castle about Henry's bedchamber-maids, as they had now become known.

Recently, one of his butlers had approached him with a problem. It appeared that the man was an alcoholic and had accrued some gambling debts. In a fit of apparent drunken rage, the manservant, John, had actually knocked a priceless porcelain vase off a pedestal, transforming it into a thousand small pieces of worthless crockery when it hit the floor. Since Henry could not have drunkards under his employ, he naturally fired the manservant on the spot. However, the man had literally begged Henry for a second chance, even offering up his own daughter as a bedchamber maid. Henry had agreed, but only in part, allowing the man to remain under his employ until such time as he had paid off his debts. Henry, of course, now owned the man's daughter.

Just after daybreak on a Tuesday morning, the day after his previous bedchamber-maid had "escaped", Henry got out of his sumptuous four-poster bed, and put on his robe. He sat on the chaise-longue, and lit a cigar. He ordered up some tea, and the new maid. Approximately ten minutes later, his tea arrived. Some ten minutes after that, there was another knock at the door. With cigar in hand, Henry walked to the door, and pulled down on the ornate brass handle. Opening the door, he saw a young girl standing before him, with her belongings on the floor by her feet. The young girl looked terrified, but Henry paid no attention to that as he looked her up and down. She was a little younger than he would have liked, but perhaps she could be trained to serve him better than any of his previous maids ever could. Time would tell, however. Finally, he said simply, "You'll do. Come in, but leave your things outside. You won't be needing them."

 

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"Sir?" asked Rose hesitantly as she reached ou for her suitcase but was instead pulled bodily into the room and the door slammed behind her, making her flinch.

 

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Henry saw Rose hesitate and look down at her bags. "Sir?" she said meekly. Quickly, he grabbed her and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. The loud bang made her flinch. The poor girl appeared terrified. As quickly as he had slammed the door shut, and without another word, he reopened it just enough to reach for her bags and pull them inside.

"Sorry about that," he said to the girl. "I couldn't have you hanging about in the corridor any longer than necessary, for the sake of discretion. I'm sure you understand." Henry tried his best at a disarming smile, but it looked more like a leer to Rose.

"Rose, is it?" Henry continued. He held out his hand and shook hers, gripping her hand firmly and squeezing it. "Well, these will be your quarters from now on. I have cultivated the reputation of being a cruel master. I did that on purpose to keep my employees in line, and to keep my peers guessing. However, nothing could be further from the truth.

"Let me lay out the groundrules for you, so that there can be no confusion. Your job here is to serve me in my bedchamber, which means you are responsible for the upkeep of this room plus the master bathroom, which is through that door over there." Henry pointed to to an ornately panelled door. "You are also appointed as my maid-servant, which means you will attend to all my personal needs. The dumb-waiter is over on that wall," he again pointed, "which you will use to remove laundry, garbage and such, as well as pass notes to order meals and clean clothes for us. You will run my bath, and dress me for work, as well as for any function I am forced to attend. You will also perform any other tasks which I may give you. If you should fail in your duties, your employ here at the castle will be terminated immediately, with no more than one week's pay." He saw her shudder as he said that, and his features softened.

"Rose, I am really not a bad man. I am sure you have heard lots of rumors about my mistreatment of my bedchamber maids, but they are greatly exaggerated. Yes I have sex, but I do not believe in rape. If you want to join me in my bed, that is fine, but I cannot have you sleeping with me until you agree to sex, as it will be too tempting for me to force myself upon you. You will therefore have to sleep on the floor, I do hope you understand." Henry again appeared to leer at the girl before continuing. "Once you agree to have sex with me, however, I will take that as a sign that I can have you whenever I want.

"Now, as for your pay, you will receive an increase to fifteen shillings and sixpence per week." Rose's eyes lit up at receiving such a generous pay, four times what she had previously earned.

Henry continued, "and since you will not want for anything during your employ here in my bedchamber, your pay will be held for you and will naturally accrue. The longer you stay here, the more money you will make. If you stay here long enough, you will accrue more wealth than you would otherwise see in a lifetime. You will thus be able to provide for both you and your family. However, I cannot let you have any of that money while you are under my employ. Any questions? Good. Now get to work. Start in the bathroom. I want it looking spick and span ready for my bath. You have precisely one hour. No more, no less. CHOP CHOP, girl!" He shood her off into the bathroom and then lay on his bed, puffing his cigar. He could hear her working away in the bathroom, scrubbing the floor on all fours. His plan was to work her hard and make her stay as uncomfortable as possible until she either left, or tried to leave, do something wrong and thus get fired, or submit to him sexually. He puffed on his cigar and lazily blew smoke rings up towards the canopy of his four-poster.

 

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Rose contimplated all the master had said to her as she scrubbed the bathroom floor. In all honestly, she couldn't see where it was dirty at all. It appeared the previous maid had been quite clean. But, Rose scrubbed nonetheless, a little because it was what was expected of her and a little because it gave her some time alone to think.

She knew everyone who was aware of her having been sent to work in the bedchamber was already under the assumption that she would be serving the master sexually...it was tempting to just give up and get a chance to sleep in a more sumptuous looking bed than anything she'd ever slept upon before (usually straw covered in blankets, over boards) however...Rose had hopes and dreams for herself even still and she knew they would all dissappear the instant that powerful man would plunge into her. No one else would have her after that, not for a wife anyway. Rose wasn't stupid. She knew a little of how the world worked and even a pretty and clever girl would be worthless on the marriage market without her virginity.

Rose mulled these thoughts over in her mind until she had scrubbed every inch of the bathroom. It literally gleamed from the attention. She stood, a slight crick formed in her back from the hunched over work and it made a popping sound as she stood, leaving behind a dull ache in her lower back. Slowly, she moved to the doorway, "Shall I draw your bath now, Master, or would you inspect my work first?" she asked in a soft, uncertain voice as she pushed a stray red curl back from her face and tucked it behind her ear self-consciously.

 

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OOC: In the middle of a move. No internet access until at least next week. Can you be patient with me?

 

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OOC: Of course I can

I'm kinda busy myself over the next few days, but I will happily wait for your post. Good luck with the move, and with getting connected again

 

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OOC: I'm back. Thanks for your patience. Let's have some fun.

 

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OOC: No problem at all, and thanks for your patience too, as well as your perseverance to get back online. I'm looking forward to your posts and the sex games between, Henry and his nubile young maid.

A thought just occured to me that he might also be into dark, even satanic, rituals, and might therefore use Rose as the sacrificial lamb, so to speak. What do you think?

 

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OOC: As long as he doesn't kill or maim her, I can try to play along.

 

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[OOC: LOL - I had no intentions of killing or maiming her! ]

Slowly, deliberately, Henry turned his head to see Rose framed in the doorway, breathless and looking flushed from her effort. His gaze traversed her slender young frame and his evil mind hatched a plan to initiate her into his world of humiliation.

"Rose! Just look at your dress, it's soaked! Get out of those wet things at once, girl! Put them in the dumbwaiter immediately and send them down. You will just have to wait for clean clothes to be returned, so you will just have to go naked until they arrive.

"Meantime, yes. Run my bath. I will also require you to scrub my back for me, and remain in the bathroom with me until I have completed my ablutions."

 

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"It's just one spot, Master." said Rose cautiously, seeing the wet spot on her skirt. "It will dry in a few minutes..." but he didn't look happy to be resisted. Rose trembled slightly, not wanting to stand around naked in front of this man she barely knew.

 

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"Just one spot? My dear child, your skirt is wet from top to bottom. Now do as I say and get out of those wet things!"

Inwardly, Henry smiled knowing full-well the humiliation he was about to put her through, but outwardly he remained stern.

 

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Rose turned her back to him and hesitantly disrobed. She turned slowly, not sure where to put her hands as she moved quickly to put the dress in the dumb-waiter and then as soon as it was out of sight, she moved to cover her breasts with one arm and her unmentionables with her hand but knew she was still showing so much flesh...the blush of embarassment spread quickly and she was soon crimson from head to toe. She'd forgotten completely about Master's bath until he walked past her into the bathroom and began to remove hsi own clothes. Soon, she was torn between covering herself and trying not to look at his own nudity as it revealed itself.

 

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From the way Rose was holding herself, Henry knew she was ashamed. Nevertheless, he disrobed in front of her and walked past her into the bathroom. He sank down into the tub with a sigh, his body immediately relaxing as it dipped under the water. Seeing her standing just the other side of the doorway, looking down, he began to lather up his arms and hairy chest with the soap.

Rose remained standing there for several minutes as Henry went through his bathing ritual, but finally it was time to do his back.

"Rose," he piped up, making her jump, "come here and scrub my back, would you?"

 

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Rose hesitantly walked over to where he was, settling herself uponn the edge of the tub as she scrubbed his back, glad to be more out of his view for the moment.

 

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Henry placed his hands on the rim of the tub, his fat stomach gathering up in front of him as he gave Rose all the room she needed to scrub his back. As she scrubbed, he felt invigorated from the touch of her hands lathering up his back with the bar of soap, and then using her hands to scrub his skin clean. As she scrubbed him, he relit his cigar and puffed on it. When she had finished, he lay back against the tub and puffed his cigar contentedly. Finally he said, "stand in front of me girl, let me take a look at you."

 

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Rose weighed her options for a full beat and realized she had none. She stood and slowly moved to stand before the tub, still modestly covering her nipples and pubic area with her hands the best she could. She looked down at the floor, unable to look at his eyes as they roamed her naked body.

 

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Henry simply smiled, enjoying the girl's humiliation. He stood upright in the tub and then said simply, "towel, please".

 

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The chagrin was obvious in her expression. To grab him a towel and hold it out for him would mean she'd have to use her hands and uncover her private areas, exposing herself completely to him...he tapped his fingers impatiently upon the edge of the tub and she swallowed her pride and realized she would have to embarrass herself to avoid making him angry. She turned to get the towel and moved with trembling hands to hold it out to him, still unnable to meet his eyes with her own.

 

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Henry snatched the towel from her in mock anger, the movement making poor Rose jump. "Next time be quicker about it. I'm standing here naked and dripping. I get cold very easily. Now go turn up the heat in the pipes!"

One of Henry's eccentricities was that he had to have all the modern conveniences that the growing industrial age could provide. He had recently had water pipes fitted, which connected to various contraptions that were in every room. These contraptions would later become known as radiators.

Rose dashed from the room and Henry began towelling himself off, humming a popular tune by Gilbert & Sullivan.

 

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Rose hurried to increse the heat in the rooms, fumbling with the contraptions she was still not used to using. It took a few minutes but then she heard a familar clanking throughout them which made her realize they were indeed filling with warm water. "Is that better, sir?" she asked, also a little happier for the slow warmth filling the room. He was complaining about being cold but at least he had a towel to warm him. She was still standing around naked, the dumbwaiter had not delivered anything for her to wear despite her request.