The Manor

[elusive_buttrfly]

The Manor (Closed)

Lord and Lady Wellington had taken in Jasmine at the age of 12 when her parents had died from the fever. After all, it seemed only justified that Jasmine work off the debt her parents owed the exceedingly wealthy couple. Jasmine was reared by the hired help of the manor. She was treated poorly by most of the bitter staff and learned rather quickly to obey the Lady of the Manor. Once she was late with the Lady's tea and was punished with a slash of the willow branch to her bare bottom. Despite all this Jasmine had grown into an intelligent, strikingly beautiful, voluptuous woman. So much so that the Lord had noticed her ripening. The way her breasts seemed to billow out above her dress when serving tea. He could scarcely hide his curiosity for what lay underneath her long peasant dress. The Lady of the house seemed to recognize this too, and took great strides into making Jasmine's life miserable.

Needed:
One male to play Lord Wellington a sweet, yet horny old man. He is constantly henpecked and nagged by his frigid wife. He takes care of his "business" by having affairs with the hired help.

One female to play Lady Wellington a shrewd domineering woman. Her main goal is to keep Jasmine from happiness of any kind. She finds her husband to be worthless in bed or any other situation, yet finds comfort in her "extracurricular activities" with the stable boy.

One male to play the stable boy a sexy rugged hired hand. He's not afraid to pursue any sexual avenue which includes banging Lady Wellington in any filthy, dirty way.

I will be playing Jasmine.

The players can take the story in any avenue they choose.

First male and female to post are players.... Thanks! (this is my first sexual role play post)

 

[Kousotu]

I can play the stable boy

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

I can play the stable boy

sounds great .. we just need your mistress now.. lol

 

[Kousotu]

yea. lol

 

[SethSunshine]

Lord Wellington strode confidently down an expansive corridor of the manor, givin a light nod of the head to one of the maids as she took the hem of her dress in both hands, spreading it in a dainty curtsey, which brought a smile to his face. In this world money earned you respect, and he had now acquired plenty of both the former and the latter.

It wasn't long before his long strides had brought him just outside of Jasmine's quarters, at the door of which his pacing halted as curiosity wrapped it's fingers around him and held him fast. The door was slightly ajar and he tentatively moved closer to the oaken entrance, taking slow steps to avoid his heels clicking against the stone floor of the manor. His eye was soon placed to the small crack in the door and a small smile curled at the corners of his lips as his gaze found what he was hoping for - Jasmine. It was early so she was still lying in bed, her covers dischevelled from a night of uncomfortable sleep - she'd always moved alot in her sleep, this was apparent ever since him and the Lady Wellington had opened their arms, and their home to the girl. His smile turned to a grimace as he thought of that woman, Lady Wellington, it was strange that her own husband should refer to her with such a title but it seemed fitting - she was a callous woman, with little in the way of humour and seemed to think it was her right to govern him; when he was the man in their relationship. He sighed, regretting it instantly as he refocused, looking in on the room to make sure she hadn't heard him and had been roused. To his relief she still lay there, one arm draped lightly over her body as she breathed gently in her slumber.

His smile returned, but only for a moment as he took afew steps back, smoothing off his jacket before he cleared his throat and turned on his heel to continue on his original agenda - the dining room.

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

Ok.. to get the ball rolling..

Jasmine awoke with a start, yawned and stretched and quickly got dressed for her morning duties. It was her job to see that everything was in order for the Lord and Lady's meals. She hurried down the back stairway to prepare for the morning.


Jasmine stared out of the kitchen window and watched the stable boy brushing the chestnut colored horse's mane. She often used this time in the morning to day dream at the window. Lady Wellington would be ringing the bell soon for her morning tea and breakfast and she would be at her beck and call through out the day.

Lost in thought she continued staring at the horse, watching the stable boy ever so closely now brushing it's tail. How wonderful it must be to be that horse right now she thought, and with that the stable boy turned and stared directly at her. Jasmine blushed immediately and turned from the window. She shook her head and hurried about the kitchen, making sure that the silver teapot was immaculate.

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

The bell rang as Jasmine made her final touches on the tea tray. She smelled the rose she hand picked herself from the garden, took a deep breath, and made her way to the dining room to face the Wellingtons.

Lord Wellington was dressed in his usual business attire. He was a handsome man, and very well endowed as Jasmine had learned from a few of the maids. Jasmine had noticed his constant ogling, but was intrigued by this sweet man who had insatible desires. Being a virgin, she had often wondered what it would be like to be with a man. Sometimes when all the lights were out and the manor was silent she would explore "down there". Thinking about it now, along with Lord Wellington's eyes fixated on her breasts made the wetness pool between her legs now.

She was quickly brought out of her trance, by Lady Wellington tapping her spoon on her tea cup, awaiting her tea to be poured. Jasmine carefully poured the steaming tea into the cup and glancing at Lord Wellington, smiled brightly.

 

[SethSunshine]

Lord Wellington had made his way to the dining room, as intended, and had sat himself down at the tables - throwing his wife the usual disgusted looks as she turned around. "Vile woman.." he murmured under his breath to himself, a slight fear as he glanced upwards from the paper which was spread on the desk before him to see if his wife had heard - luckily she had not. fool.. he thought to himself when he shrugged off the fear of his wife's wrath - she was a fierce woman, that went without saying, and more than once he'd seen the maids regret backchatting their mistress - and they'd left with more than one mark of the lash upon their back.

He folded the paper and put it aside with a smile as he saw Jasmine enter the room from the garden, and the scent of fresh roses wafted in with her - obviously she'd been tending to the garden. He'd watched her more than once out their, resting on her hands and knees with her tools, delicately clipping the roses so that they would grow beautiful - much like herself, she was a rare rose in this manor. He took the silver tea-pot she'd brought in when she placed the silver tray on the table and poured himself a cup, which he left at his side as he allowed for the boiling liquid to cool - allowing himself a moment to gaze over her body, his eyes lingering on her ample breast. He knew he shouldn't leer but he was the Lord of the Manor so who was to stop him? But his wife, and her attentions were elsewhere. His face creased in wonder as he saw a strange expression on Jasmine's face, not one of uncomfortability but something that seemed more.. wanton. He smiled to himself - perhaps he still had an effect on the women - and maybe he would have to test the extent of that effect later on. In an uncharacteristic gesture for a master he turned his chair a little to face Jasmine and asked bluntly, "Would you care to join us for breakfast?"

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

"Why.. um.. yes I would Sir, but my duties. Who would tend to the kitchen?"

"Yes indeed, Charles," Lady Wellington sneered, "Who would attend to the kitchen? I will not dine with any of the servants let alone this.. this vile creature!"

Jasmine cast her eyes downward immediately. "I'll see to your breakfasts now, Mistress." She curtsied and made her way to the kitchen to prepare the scones and other pastries, as well as Lord Wellington's soft boiled egg.

"How does that man put up with her?", she thought. She readied the tray and returned to the dining room.

 

[SethSunshine]

Lord Wellington scowled fiercely, not even bothering to turn to face his unpleasant wife as she spouted her usual venom and told Jasmine to get back to the kitchen. He shrugged softly at her before she would turn to return to the kitchen, a shrug that said sorry, nothing I can do. he sighed sadly, his eyes lingered on her behind as it swayed this way and that as she walked, returning to her duties in the kitchen. Once she had disappeared he shifted his chair once more, the oak legs dragging on the floor in a sharp and unpleasant sound - which drew a look of disgust and displeasure from his wife. He pulled up his paper infront of his face quickly - on one hand to shield his eyes from her unpleasant visage, and secondly he was spouting profanities under his breath and he didn't want to see the rapid movement of his lips as he shaped the vowels and constentants of many words which weren't suitable in dinner table conversation. Finally dropping the paper he had a fake smile plastered on his face, and his head turned to glance at the kitchen door as he waited for the darling Jasmine to return once more - this time bringing to him his traditionally soft boiling egg he ate every morning.

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

"Will there be anything else, my Lord and Lady?"

Lord Wellington smiled at her as he cracked the egg, while Lady Wellington in her usual candor, waved her away.

On her exit she fumbled the tray and dropped it with a loud crash.

"You clumsy oaf!" Lady Wellington exclaimed. "You had better not done any damage to that silver tray. It's been in my family for generations! If there is one nick I'm taking it out of your hide!"

Jasmine's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up a Lord Wellington. He tried to give her a reassuring look, but it was of no use. She gathered up the tray quickly and ran into the kitchen where she burst into tears.

 

[SethSunshine]

Lord Wellington had placed his spoon down away from his egg and turned to look at Jasmine when he heard the clatter of silver upon stone, grimacing - not because of the fact she'd dropped the tray but he knew the retort from his wife would be angry, and he was right - having to listen as she spouted her threats. When Jasmine had entered the kitchen he turned to his lady and spoke angrily, "You shouldn't be so harsh on the girl. And since when have you been particularly attached to that tray? You've never even mentioned it."

Her face creased with displeasure and simple said, "Don't speak to me, fool."

At this he shoved away his food, his chair skidding backwards on the floor with another unpleasant sound. "Fine, I'll leave you to dine alone, my lady." he forced a particular venom into those final two words, turning to go into the kitchen - although lords and ladies didn't usually impose on their kitchen staff as they thought themselves 'higher', Lord Wellington had always had an affection for the hired help, and so he was a regular face as they pottered around, cooking and cleaning. He wanted to fine Jasmine and see if she was okay, so he paced around quickly, eyes scouting around the kitchen for her.

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

Jasmine had pushed her way past the cooks and the cooking staff and found her way into the garden. She sat down by the fountain with her hands over her eyes as she sobbed. She stopped suddenly as she heard the heavy thud of footsteps on the stone path. She turned quickly. It was Lord Wellington. She tried to quickly wipe her eyes and conceal her tears, but he reached forward and dabbed her face with his white hanky. He embraced her slowly and she sighed as she buried her face in his neck. Their bodies were pressed together now and she could feel something pressing against her thigh. It was firm to the touch, like the cucumbers the local farmer brought to the manor's kitchen. Jasmine gasped not knowing what to do.

 

[SethSunshine]

Lord Wellington hadn't found the girl in the kitchen but he'd talked to the chef and he'd ushered him outside and it wasn't long before, pacing down the garden path, his eyes had finally settled upon the girl - beautiful as ever despite the tears which ran liberally over her rosy cheeks. He went up to her, reaching inside of his blazer pocket to produce a pale white hankerchief, lifting it to wipe underneath her redenned eyes, removing the tears that lay there, before her wrapped his arms about her and held her small, in comparison to his, body against himself, feeling her arms wrap around him in turn as she sobbed lightly. Suddenly realisation dawned upon him that his shaft was hard, aroused quickly by the close contact between the two of them, and worse yet his erection was pressing against her thigh and the slightly unsure look which held firm to her face was indication enough that she had noticed. Damnit.. he cursed to himself, how would she react? Would she even make any gesture that indicated to him that she had actually noticed? Deep down in the depths of his heart he lusted for her at that moment, desiring her to notice how hard he was for her - and to satisfy him - but he cast off these thoughts, what use was there for false hope?

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

Without thinking Jasmine let her hand slide down to his erection. She gently touched him at first and then grabbed firmer, feeling out this new territory. She heard a small moan escape his lips as she did this and to her surprise the wetness between her legs had returned. "I'm sorry my Lord, have I hurt you?" She looked up at him with an innocence he had never known.

 

[SethSunshine]

The Lord was completely taken aback when he felt her delicate little hand wrap firmly around his member through the material of his trousers, and he was unable to stifle the light groan that built in his throat, releasing it for her to hear. Glancing at her she gave him an innocent smile and teased him with her words. "Hurt? My dearest Jasmine." he paused, a smirk curving onto his lips, "Why, quite the opposite infact." he informed her, his cock twitching slightly through his clothes at the more than welcome touch of the young girl.

 

[elusive_buttrfly]

"Lord might there be a way that I could.. I mean.. would I be allowed to see down there?" She blushed immediately. "I wouldn't ask, but the maids.. they tell me how large it is.. and I.. I.. have never seen one." She quickly cast her eyes downward. She felt so good down below, but her cheeks were on fire. She wasn't quite sure about what she was asking. All she knew was it ached down there, and there must be some way to stop it.... either with the help of the Lord, or on her own.

 

[LadyAria]

"Fine, I'll leave you to dine alone, my lady."

Lady Wellington turned her nose up at the ridiculous old man chasing the hired help like a dog after a fox. It was bad enough when he does it behind her back, but to invite the little chit to breakfast. She steamed hotter then her earl grey tea.

"Enjoy the old fart," she said to the empty room. "His money is much more satisfying then his hands."

She sipped the hot liquid feeling more alone then usual. She sat the white fragile cup down on the pink rosed plate. Running her hand over hair, she looked at the gray streak in her chestnut locks reflecting in the cup. How many years of her life had been wasted on dinner parties and needle work? The lace around her throat tightened. Her temper flared. She needed an outlet. A strap over Jasmine's back later would suffice. What reason could she devise?

 

[Kousotu]

Kurt came in to get his meal and saw his mistress sitting alone, he tried to be friendly and greet her before he went back to the stable with his meal.

 

[LadyAria]

Lady Wellington smelled the leather and musk of the stable before she saw the stable boy. A proper frown formed on her lips at his greeting. He wasn't using the servant's entrance. Why would he be disrespecting her by entering into her dining room without her permission? Unless his Grace saw fit to invite him to just irritate her.

"Boy, why do you walk so freely in my house or greet me with such informality?" she questioned coldly. "You surely have forgotten your place."

 

[Kousotu]

He set down what he had put on his plate, bowed with a "I'm infinatly sorry mistress." and walked out empty-handed, though he was starved. He went back to work as a good servant should, having taken no break before that moment, and he woul take none all night, as his mistress wanted.

 

[LadyAria]

She stared at the deserted plate more frustrated. How dare he deny her the pleasure of berating him. Her husband may think her a fool, but the help will not treat her like that.

Grabbing the offending object, she stormed out after him. The color rose in her cheeks from the cool air. He strode across the ground with ease while her satin house slippers felt every rock in the ground. The morning dew soaked her feet making her bones ache. Abused by the wind, her tightly pinned hair loosened and spat curls on her shoulders. By the time she reached the stable, she looked nothing like her normal proper self. Her amber eyes burned with fire.

"You will not waste food in my home, peasant," she announced throwing the plate to the ground in front of him. "Answer for yourself."

 

[Kousotu]

He looked at her, then the ground. "I am terably sorry mistress, I just.. so hungry.." He passed out on the ground, exhausted and not very healthy either. He felt very sick for the past week, but had said nothing, afraid of his mistress's wrath.

 

[LadyAria]

After staring at his lifeless body for a few moments, she went to the wall and grabbed down a crop. Her frown bloomed a broad smile. Then, she snapped him on the ear.

"Eat then," she chirped.

The crop pointed to the spilled plate on the stable floor.

 

[Kousotu]

He ate every piece from off the floor quickly. He was still very weak though.