The Wetnurse (interviewing some roles)

[Snuggle Bunz]

(OOC Thread For detailed sought after positions.)


The carriage ride had been long, tediously so leaving the young woman named Mary Alvero alone with her thoughts. She had no companion for the journey and had thereby taken her time to pray. Fingers danced over the old silver chain that dangled beneath the yoke of her dress.

“Nearly there Miss!” called the driver, Mary jumped in her seat, startled from her musings she curled her fingers over the ledge of the carriage window to peer out at the passing foliage and towering trees. Soon enough they passed a gardener and his staff plucking at rich green hedges, and drew to a smooth stop upon a pale brick circle surrounding a granite fountain; atop perched a cherubic figure, relieving himself onto the layers below him, this made Mary’s eyes widen for a moment before her door was opened. “Thank you sir.” The driver nodded with a polite smile and dragged her bags down from the top of the carriage, Mary then insisted upon taking them herself.

A home one might consider a small two storied manor sprawled before the young woman, her shoulders squared she trudged forward to the servant’s entrance, bodies scurrying to and from the doorway before she pressed it open. A rather pleasantly round woman wiped her hands on her apron and planted hands on hips. “Aye? And who might you be?”

“Ma’am I’m Mary Alvero, come to interview for the position.”

“Ah! Come in, I’m Misus McCooley, I run this house.” The woman stated with authority, Pushing a pale strawberry blonde tuft of hair beneath her bonnet the woman tugged off her apron she threw it to the table. “Come with me, I expect you’ll need to set those bags somewhere before you meet the Master and his wife.” Mary was ushered along by the middle-aged woman and shown where to place her bags. “You can wash up before dinner and then you’re expected in the study. “ As they passed a large stairwell the woman jabbed a finger towards the study doors.

“Yes Ma’am.” Mary scurried along, her plum colored skirts were modest, the toes of her black little boots poking out from beneath the hemline as they went. Shown to the servant’s quarters and then allowed to freshen up the servants soon had their dinner, inviting Mary along.
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Large dark eyes stared out from a mirror, taking up the primary focus of her face they were so dark they were black, framed with thick black lashes and quite expressive. Mary frowned softly, then tried to smile; though her mouth was slightly small her lips were arched like a cupids bow, almost a deep berry color. She was not wholly unattractive, though somewhat plain when her hair was pulled back as it was so often, she never wore makeup but she was content to go unnoticed as much as possible. Her skin was almost a pale sienna in color, harkening to her mother’s breeding, though she would never be as sought after as such a woman Mary had in fact managed a husband. She had changed, to give her best appearance she wore a smooth cotton dress of a dark almost charcoal blue, outdated and the bodice now snug, her breasts strained the fabric as they were held at bay. The young woman sighed and checked her hair, held modestly at the back of her head in a braided bun, she slapped her rounded cheeks briskly to bring some color to her face before straightening herself and marching from the room.

“Enter” The voice was brisk and deep, Mary quickly slid inside of the study and was waved to a small couch to the right of the man’s desk. No sooner had she smoothed her dress to sit, “You are Mary Alvaro I presume?”

“Yes Sir.” She bobbed her head and folded her hands in her lap, maintaining her best posture, while trying to maintain modesty with her ample bosom. Those black eyes traveled the room in search of the man’s wife. “Will your wife be joining us Sir?”

“No, it is none of her concern.” He simply stated, Scrutinous eyes traveled her figure, “You have very…interesting coloring. Hmm.” He grunted before moving along, “You’re letters stated that your husband indeed left you after the death of your son, that is quite unfortunate. You have my condolences.” His words seemed somewhat insincere and were rushed. “You have chosen well, there is little a woman in your situation can do for employment. You will of course care for my son as instructed.”

Mary knit dark brows together in a frown, None of her concern? she thought and looked up from her lap to take in the full visage of her employer, he was older, the grey hair atop his head was starting to thin and his handsome face had a rather hard and drawn quality. He was dressed impeccably, still in his black dinner jacket with tie snug against his throat. “Yes sir, about the instructions…”

“All will become clear in time. You will be presented with more information when appropriate. My son is of a special nature and we will require the utmost dedication and privacy in his care. Is that understood?”

“Y..yes, Mr.Taft, I understand.” Mary forced a polite smile to avoid frowning in curiosity; the situation was becoming less clear by the minute.

“Splendid, then you will see yourself to the upstairs study at the end of the hall. Good evening to you Miss Alvaro.” His dismissal was as curt as his greeting and while he turned back to his desk Mary let herself out of the study. With brows knitted she looked up to the looming staircase, it’s wood was rich in color and polished to an impeccable sheen. With a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach Mary ascended the stairs, her black boots cushioned by the rug that hugged each step. “A babe, he is just a babe and in need of…” in need of what? She was quite uncertain by now, and her hands curled into her skirts by the time she reached the end of the hall.

Odd… she thought, Perhaps another interview? But with whom? This is growing to be a rather queer position. Mary knocked upon the heavy wood doors, they too were polished to match the stairwell, a deep and dark wood somewhat foreboding. "Come in.” a voice called .

Now she stroked her belly, though no longer extended it was soft flesh that lay beneath her dress, as her stomach clenched with anxiety she pressed into the room and stepped away from the door. She fidgeted, smoothing her skirts over thick little hips again and with the man’s ushering, moved to stand before his desk. Softly clasping her hands together before herself she looked down to his desk. He did not introduce himself and thus Mary was not left with a grand impression, his dark features though were quite fair and unassuming.

"First of all I need to confirm that you are lactating and may nurse, for that is to be your primary role."

She settled onto her heels and nodded solemnly, “Yes sir, I am still giving milk.” He seemed impatient with her answer and she looked to the man in confusion, “I beg your pardon Sir? “ This is highly irregular..should Mrs Taft not do such an inspection? If she were here. Frowning more deeply “Sir forgive my insolence but is this entirely appropriate?” She was new to such a role but still surely there was a more modest way of doing this.

 

[rhev]

David Forsyth Taft drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk. He set aside the folders full of paperwork that he'd been looking through and then on second thought open one of his desk drawers and put them away. He had heard the carriage arriving and knew that the woman downstairs was speaking with his father and would enter his study soon. However he was eager to meet the woman himself. He felt the flesh of arousal at the potential for what might be. It had been several months since he had last bedded a woman. In anticipation he pulled the newspaper advertisements across the desk and reread what had been written.

"Wanted wet nurse for wealthy family upstate. Duties will include nursing as well as made tasks. Room and board as well as uniform will be provided in addition to a salary of up to $3000 per year negotiable based on skills experience and demeanor. Requirements for staff will include mandatory relocation to New Haven Connecticut, the ability to travel when needed, a pleasing demeanor befitting a servant, a comely appearance in both body and face, the ability to read and write letters, and an active was him that you may nurse with. Applicants may apply by letter and meet with one of our agents for a prescreening. If found acceptable by our agents transportation to our home in New Haven will be provided for you."

It had been three days since the Taft lawyer in New York had sent along a description of this woman Mary. The lawyers description described her as a striking woman with dark coloring and a sweet face. She had recently lost a child to sickness, causing her husband to throw around on the street. The lawyer confirmed that she was lactating and might be a perfect fit for this job. It was an eight hour carriage ride without stops from New York to New Haven.

David knew that the woman Mary, would have been given an opportunity to clean herself up and then eat a meal before they met. Likewise David had his supper and a chance to groom himself before interviewing this woman. He was pleasantly surprised when she entered his study. Certainly she was mayor of face and pleasing to look upon. Her blue dress covered her body but also clung to it showing that she was a shapely young woman. He could tell even through the clothing that she had full round heavy breasts and he was eager to see if they contain the treasures and so desired. He gestured for her to stand in front of his desk. He took one long look at her before he said, "Greetings Mary, I'm glad that you have come. I have a few questions to ask you that will determine your pay."

"I'm going to ask you a few questions please answer without delay. First of all I need to confirm that you are lactating, and may nurse, for that is to be your primary role." He would wait for her to confirm this.

“Yes sir, I am still giving milk.” she answered somewhat meekly.

Then, as if frustrated he would gesture to her dress and say curtly, "Well open the dress and show me that. I will have proof of your ability and quality before we go any further." He kept his face neutral even though underneath the desk he felt a powerful hardening in his cock.

“I beg your pardon Sir?" she asked, pausing, "Sir forgive my insolence but is this entirely appropriate?”

David glowered beneath his brow at the woman and said in a soft, cold voice, "Allow me to explain the situation Ms. Alvaro. I shall forgive your insolence, as you say, because you are new here and you do not understand the rules. The first rule you need to understand is when I give a command, you follow it. You do not question it, and you certainly don't examine the propriety of my commands. Do as you're told and do your job and you will be well cared for as well as paid quite well, especially considering your station. I'm sure that you wouldn't mind returning to your job as a wash woman in New York, earning what... ninety cents, maybe at most a dollar a day? If you enjoyed the majority of that going to your rent alone, then be my guest and leave. Or understand that a position on my staff, a position that includes not only room, board, and clothing, but also almost double the pay, also comes with certain duties and tasks that may be uncomfortable for you. The first and foremost of those is obedience. So now you may either bare your breasts so that I may test your bounty, or I will call for the maid and have her escort you out. There's a very nice inn at the center of town in New Haven, if you start walking you could be there just after night fall. Since the Tafts own half of the town, including the inn, I'd be happy to write you a letter for a single night's stay. You can make your own way home after that."

David leaned forwards and glared at her, "Or you can stop being a ninny, and do as you're told. Come stand next to my chair and bare your breasts as commanded." He paused, and then said, "Actually I should probably preform a more thorough inspection. It would be best if you removed your garments completely. I don't want some pox ridden or sickly woman in my charge." Beneath the desk, his cock throbbed again angrily.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

As she stood there Mary's eyes widened to the point of resembling saucers, color flared to her cheeks as her jaw set. What an insolent man! How rude. Clearly the apple does not fall far from the tree, though it gained some worms. Her breath hitched in her throat as he listed off her previous jobs, she in fact was quite reliant upon gaining this position, if she could just bare with a bit of humiliation perhaps it would end. She did not wish to burden her father any longer and so with a clenched jaw the young woman moved round the large oak desk with a somewhat stiff gate.

"Actually I should probably preform a more thorough inspection. It would be best if you removed your garments completely. I don't want some pox ridden or sickly woman in my charge."

Mary gawked now, clutching the high neck of her dress. What kind of interview is this!? "Sir I can assure you that I am not diseased!" She said in a panic. She struggled for a few more moments, the look on his smooth, youthful face almost mocking in its serenity as he simply awaited her obedience. Choking down a noise she suddenly turned from him, she slowly unbuttoned the garment, easing the fasteners to her skirt before carefully letting it pool her feet she sighed again, sucking in another breath to steel her nerves. The dress gave way to a pale cream colored shift, simple cotton, nothing extravagant, but it did contrast quite nicely with her skin ton. She untucked the shift from her bloomers and let it flow freely around her thick hips.

She squared smooth shoulders before turning to face the man and lift her dress from the floor. She was sweetly thick, soft flesh padding every inch of her form, that much was clear even with her undergarments on. A bit more quickly, with resolve, Mary unbuttoned her shift, allowing the fabric to gape and give the man a good view of her breasts. They were large enough to fill a rather large hand full and the darkened nipples hid beneath the folds of fabric still. "Is this satisfactory Sir?" She ground out, her voice quaking with a powerful mixture of emotions.

 

[rhev]

David simply stood, staring at her when she decried that she was not diseased. But then she turned away, unbuttoning her dress. He understood that what he was asking of this woman was probably far more humiliating then she would have ever expected. She was no whore, she was just a poor woman in a very bad situation. Well, that was something he would change, he would turn her into his personal whore, a comfortable woman in a very comfortable situation. She would become his pet, his play thing, his toy. He would make her enjoy it as well, but first he needed to break her down.

She turned back to him her shift unbuttoned in the front. He waited a moment but she just stood there. Her voice shook if she asked if that was acceptable. He turned his chair to face her and shook his head. Reaching out he gripped the edges of her shift and pulled it open. From his position sitting lower than her he had no problem pulling it down off her shoulders.

"No," he said, "I said remove your garments completely. But nevermind that, we shall move onto that. First I need to see the quality and condition of your milk."

He reached up and cupped one of her breasts in each hand, hefting them slightly, "Do you wish to express, or would you rather I did it? I will not ask again."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

"No, I said remove your garments completely. But nevermind that, we shall move onto that. First I need to see the quality and condition of your milk."

Mary frowned, cringing as he tugged down her shift to expose her dark nipples, they began to stiffen unrestrained. They were the color of coffee with a few bits of cream in it. A desperate look now sinking into her features her breath came more rapidly now and as he reached for her, hefting her breasts, she stepped back very quickly.

"Do you wish to express, or would you rather I did it? I will not ask again."

Her eyes were wide as she clutched herself, her dress still in her right fist, she was stunned and stammered "I...I will do it Sir." She uncovered her breasts again and turning her eyes from him gathered her left breast in hand. Softly but firmly her fingers bit into the swollen flesh of her tit, kneading towards the nipple, and as her fingertips kneaded a few beads of the desired liquid pooled then dribbled down over her fingers. "It ...it has not been too long. Once the babe suckles I will give more easily." she said softly, the humiliation staining her cheeks.

 

[rhev]

David Taft felt another rush as she began to knead the flesh of her mammaries, thick sweet cream coming to the front of her dark pert nipples after a few moments. He licked his lips and then brought his fingers on her right breast upwards. He pinched the nipple, the thick warm milk coating his fingertips. He pulled gently, causing a little more cream to the surface. He noted a slight shiver in her body, and knew that it was not that she was simply cold.

Bringing the fingers down to his lips he tasted the slick milk on his fingertips. Meanwhile he repeated the process with her left breast, and then tasted those fingers as well.

He smiled and nodded at her. "Wonderful," His smile was genuine and he was pleased with her at that moment, "However you will be expected to nurse at least four times a day. If for some reason you are called on less than that, you will be expected to massage your breasts and express as much as you can. Doing so will keep your volume high."

He turned towards his desk, not giving her a chance to answer. From the mahogany desk he drew forth a sheaf of papers. Setting them on the desk next to him, and in front of her, he prepared a pen. Fitting a fresh steel nib into the ivory handle of the pen, it gave her just enough time to adjust her shift if she so chose, and look at the papers. There on the top was in large print 'contract of service.' It had been printed on fine paper and there were several blank spaces where Mary's name was to be filled in.

He looked at her as he uncapped the ink well, "Well, lets see, you didn't obey my command immediately so that's a strike, and you didn't remove your clothing when commanded, so that's another. But you seem to be a good fit and you can learn discipline, yes?" He dipped the pen in the ink well and continued, "So I think a service contract of this nature... hmmm.... lets see, room, board, and clothing included. We shall say two uniforms tailored to you to start, with another every three months of your employ should you feel you need one."

He quickly scratched those terms into the contract and continued, "One dress appropriate for sunday mass, and basic undergarments to match all outfits." He scratched those into the contract as well. He knew that taking food, clothing, and rent out of her immediate needs would already take care of almost all the bills she was currently paying on her washerwoman's salary as it was. So now it was time to bait the trap finally. "So now we come to pay. I know that a washerwoman like yourself couldn't ever earn more than a dollar a day, and that being on a very good day. But the nature of this contract is one that requires sensitivity, discretion, and above all, obedience. So lets say six hundred dollars a year, with the possibility for bonuses for good work?"

He scratched the figures into the contract and then held the pen out to her, "What do you say? Do you think that sounds fair?" He smiled, knowing that it was quite literally with the perks easily triple what she was earning now. He would catch her with golden handcuffs. "If you agree, sign on and you will have the rest of the night to get comfortable in the servants quarters."

He held the pen out to her and pushed the ink well close to the paper.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary froze, trembling slightly when he swiped his fingers over her nipples, breath hitching in the back of her throat. Her cheeks darkened yet another shade as he licked the milk from his fingers and repeated the process. "Wonderful" he had said. She could only stare in shock until he turned from her, she then quickly clutched her shift closed, fingers scrambling to button it again.

She scurried to unfurl her dress only to be stopped by his address, she instead clutched the blue fabric to her chest seemingly rather dumbfounded as he gave her further instruction. As he listed her misdeeds she pulled on her dress, quickly buttoning it, missing one or two along the way simply desperate to be covered again. She felt far more vulnerable than she should have, after all he had not molested her. Worse could have happened.

"Well, lets see, you didn't obey my command immediately so that's a strike, and you didn't remove your clothing when commanded, so that's another. But you seem to be a good fit and you can learn discipline, yes?"

"But Sir..." she caught herself and tucked her chin towards her chest, perhaps further questioning of his motives were not the best idea at the moment. She flinched when his eyes momentarily left the papers. "Yes Sir, I can." She cast her eyes to his desk watching him scribble here and there, his offer of uniform and Sunday dress were indeed generous, the position's rate of pay was far beyond what she could hope for, despite any reservations she had to try her best.

" But the nature of this contract is one that requires sensitivity, discretion, and above all, obedience. So lets say twenty eight hundred dollars a year, with the possibility for bonuses for good work?"

"Yes Sir, thank you, that is a splendid opportunity." She would not look at him when she said it, her tapered fingers clutched her skirt tightly before her. She was so flustered at that time that she quickly but carefully took the pen from his fingers, dipped the tip into the ink and scribbled her name where instructed the moment he presented her with the paper. Her hand shook softly as she offered him back his pen and took a step back from the desk, gazing to the door. "Thank you Sir, for the opportunity. I will do my best."

Upon dismissal with instruction of her lodgings she all but fled from the room, by the time his door closed she was to the stairwell and descending. Mrs McCooley was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a rather firm lipped expression, "Did you receive your instructions then lass?"

"Yes Ma'am. I am to have you show me a room if you please." she sounded a little breathy, a hand flying to the collar of her dress when she noticed the housekeeper staring hard at her. She felt a cloth covered button protruding and quickly turned, to rearrange her dress.

Mrs McCooley made a gruff noise and took off expecting the new employee to follow her, "You'll do best to mind your manners, don't sass. The seamstress will be here first thing int he mornin', mind you get fitted right." She ushered the girl into a room where her bags awaited her. "Had a feelin' you might be stayin', unpack and get yer rest, You'll start tomorrow evenin', G'night."

Mary stood alone in the small room as the door closed, she stared blankly at her own reflection in the small mirror for a long time. What just happened? I will not even meet my charge till tomorrow ? She was relieved that she could write her father and inform him of her new position, but she was still so unclear on what that position entailed. She felt that she had no choice but to accept even with the shameful inspection.

Mary stripped to her undergarments again, unpinning her bun and placed the pins upon the top of a small dresser of drawers. She took the brush from her bag and shook out her hair, long past her shoulders the thick raven locks fell to her waist. As she brushed it out she mulled over what was to come, how she might excel in her new position. Occasionally she would squirm, that spot between her shoulder-blades was tickling again she turned around, examining the walls for a moment as if expecting to see someone or some thing, alas there was nothing. She then rose and crawled beneath the covers on her bed. Turning down the gas lantern on her nightstand she fell into a fitful sleep.

 

[rhev]

David watched as she left the study. He looked down at the contract and grinned. Oh this was going to be fun. He unbuttoned his trousers and began stroking his turgid shaft.... very soon.... very soon.....


***

Mary's room was warm and cozy in the morning. There was a foot locker that just fit under her bed, that she had pulled out to put away her few meager belongings. The sounds of the other servants were moving about in the rooms around her. Not that she could hear much other than the occasional door closing, the walls were thick apparently.

A knock on her door after a while let her know that breakfast would be served shortly, and that afterwards a seamstress was coming from town to meet with her. The head maid, Misus McCooley gave her a maids outfit that was quite worn, but fit passably for the morning

After breakfast, there was time with the seamstress, a younger woman, maybe in her late twenties at the oldest, who took her measurements and promised to return the next morning with two uniforms for her.

Then it was that Misus McCooley instructed Mary to attend to Mrs. Taft in the solar.

The Solar was a warm and well lit room of many windows with several plants scattered about a tile floor, giving the feel of the outdoors inside. Mrs. Taft was meeting with another woman of roughly the same age, and looked up as Mary entered.

"Ah, our newest servant. I trust you slept well Mary." She held out a folder, thick and leather, and said, "Now, this is your contract that you signed last night for employment. Before I give it to you I want to make sure that you still wish to be employed here?"

Mary nodded quietly, "Yes Ma'am."

"And you signed the document of your own free will last night? No one forced your signature?" the other woman asked, hints of a french accent tracing her voice.

Mary blushed ever so slightly but nodded, again answering, "Yes Ma'am."

The stranger spoke then, "Well that's good enough for me." Then as Mrs. Taft passed the folder to the woman, a servant, hidden near a side door approached with a pen. The woman signed the paper and then turned it to Mrs. Taft, who also signed it. The servant sprinkled a bit of sand on the signatures, and then pressed a blot cloth to it. After a moment removing the cloth and shaking the sand away. He closed the folder and brought it to Mary.

Mrs. Taft spoke and waved her hand in dismissal, "Take that to my son David now please Mary, he may have further use for you." It was obvious that she was being dismissed. But Mary now had the contract in her hand, and it was a long enough journey upstairs to the study that she could choose to read the two page contract if she so desired before knocking on David Taft's door.

((contract page 1 - contract page 2))

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary woke the next morning feeling a bit more rested, though her body did ache from the previous day's carriage ride. Before breakfast she settled behind a rather small writing desk in her room and opened the accordion lid to find a pen and ink. She had writing to her father to inform him of her new position, some basic details of her benefits, and of her promise to send him an allowance to assist with his own care. As the ink was drying she had received her uniform and laid it upon her bed. It was quite well worn, the fabric thinned but still had more to give, it was a bit loose and the puffs sagged on her shoulders ever so slightly but the apron would more than disguise any ample fabric. Mary placed her letter into an addressed envelope and with a few coins for the courier she began her morning.

After breakfast Mary had assisted the kitchen staff with meal preparations, when permitted to feed the hens in the back she enjoyed the task. It was not till after that task had she been called to an appointment with the seamstress. The woman was pleasant, ruddy cheeked and certainly knew her business. As Mary was measured and moved like a doll the woman chattered incessantly. Suddenly the measuring tape was around Mary's breasts and tugged softly.

"Oh my...hmmm. You are a wet nurse yes?"

"Yes," Mary answered as the woman fiddled with the front of her camisole. "It's terribly difficult to keep the front of my dress clean."

"I have just the thing! I will fix you right up my dear! We can't have you going and ruining my hard work. Yes just the thing." She trailed off as she made a few notes within a leather bound booklet. "Now I do believe we are done for today, that drab thing will be out of your life soon enough." she gestured to the old uniform the wet-nurse had received earlier in the day.

As Mary dressed and thanked the departing seamstress she began to wonder just what the woman had in mind. She was waved aside by Mrs McCooley, "Lass you are wanted in the Solar, quickly now, and mind yer manners the Mistress has a guest." Ushered to the Solar the head housekeeper left Mary to pass through the stained glass doors.
***

The meeting had been simple, brief and now Mary stood outside a familiar set of doors to the young Master's study. Running over the two page contract she frowned softly before knocking firmly filling the hallway with the sound of her efforts.

"Come in."

Again that calm and light voice, she slid into the room and approached his desk, taking one look at his smooth pale face surrounded by his dark curls and turned her eyes to the desk. "Sir I was bid deliver my contract. If I may I have a few pressing questions pertaining to my employment."

Hearing nothing as slender digits took the papers from her Mary continued after a strengthening breath, "I do appreciate that this is a demanding position, the discretion I must maintain, however I do not understand the clause pertaining to punishment." She swallowed audibly and allowed her fingers to play with the silver cross dangling about her white collar, nervously her fingers worshiped the metal. "You had mentioned strikes against my record last night..." She found it difficult to brave the subject as her smooth cheeks darkened slightly but she quickly changed the subject to a more impassioned matter, "Lastly I heard no cries in the night, may I inquire as to the whereabouts of my charge Master Taft?"

Standing quietly now before the large desk the woman slowly collected herself, her posture firm and her disposition more resolute despite her nerves. She shifted momentarily in her newly aquired uniform and lifted her chin enough to dart black eyes over to take not of a rather ominous painting. Quickly Mary straightened the dressing atop her hair, tucking a wisp behind her ear before turning back to David.

 

[rhev]

David Taft rose early in the morning and rode into his office in town to check with his underlings. He had some forms to sign and was annoyed at how long it took him to finish the tasks he had to preform. He'd tried to make sure that all the money had been collected for the week before today. He wanted to start training his new servant.

But as his father always said, 'business first.'

He took a late breakfast in town at a splendid bakery, wolfing down his food before re-mounting his horse to head home. Once inside he paid his respects to his mother and her guest before taking his folder of work up to his office. The rest of the work for the day could be completed at a leisurely pace. Most of it petitions from tenants to extend leases or delay rent by a week. Standard, but necessary.

He had gotten through the first through files when there was a soft rap at the door. He sighed, if this was another interruption he would be annoyed. He wanted to get a chance to play with his new toy! "Come in." he called.

It was Mary herself who entered, bearing a leather folder that he recognized as holding her service contract. He kept his head down, eager to finish the work on this file, and deciding he could put off the rest of the work for a bit.

"Sir I was bid deliver my contract. If I may I have a few pressing questions pertaining to my employment." She said quietly.

He nodded his head and held his long tapered fingers out for the file. She handed it to him and he took the contract, placing it in his desk for safety. He'd file it in the safe later, but it would do for now.

"I do appreciate that this is a demanding position, the discretion I must maintain, however I do not understand the clause pertaining to punishment." She said as she swallowed audibly, "You had mentioned strikes against my record last night...Lastly I heard no cries in the night, may I inquire as to the whereabouts of my charge Master Taft?"

David finished the last few marks on the rental contract he had been working on, and signed it with a flourish. He knew she had been waiting for his response, but business first. He sprinkled a little sand on the wet ink and then slid it to the side of his desk, out of the way. Then he looked up at her and began cleaning his pen nib. "Go lock the study door." He commanded curtly.

Warily she did so, looking at him as she did. After the door was locked he'd gesture at a chair across from the desk and ask, "Would you care to sit?"

"Yes...thank you." she said settling in and turning to him awaiting an answer to her questions.

He would be meticulous in cleaning his pens and straightening up. He knew that making her wait would only increase her unease, but it also would show that he was not at her beck and call. Once they were set, he would draw forth two sheets of paper with writing on them. They were in fact copies of the contract that she had signed. Both pages, since there were two, were exactly the same save the information he had filled in last night and the signatures. He slid these across the desk to her so that she could look at them if needed.

"Mary," he started simply, leaning across the desk and crossing his arms upon it. "I sense you're uneasy with this position, and I will give you a little more leeway. I understand that change can be difficult and frightening, but you have nothing to be scared of. As to your first question, regarding punishment, it is quite simple. Our contract has rules and stipulations that allow for us to let you go for unsatisfactory performance or dereliction of duties. However we've already invested a fair amount of money in finding you and bringing you here. The advertisements, the carriage ride from New York, and even the clothing you're wearing and food you've eaten just in the few hours since you've been here. Plus the seamstress has already been paid for your new uniforms and sunday dress."

He leaned back in his chair, which squeaked ever so slightly even though he was a thin man. "Certainly," he said calmly, "You can see how we would much rather protect our investment in you and put you on the path to good and proper behavior benefiting your role here in Taft hall, rather than dismiss you out right?"

"Well," he continued, "Corporal punishment may allow us to rectify a bad situation and avoid having to lose you as a servant you see? Obviously you realize we can not afford to have staff living in our home, eating our food, wearing our clothing, taking our wages, but not doing the service they were hired for, yes? So, if there is an instance where you are disobedient or what have you, we must correct that situation. Leaving it be would only encourage further disobedience. As for the 'strikes' last night, well, they simply affected your starting salary. Had your initial attitude been more compliant and obedient, we were willing to start you off with a higher base salary, possibly of up to seven hundred and fifty dollars per annum."

He paused to let the cost of her disobedience sink in. For a woman who'd rarely earned more than seventy five cents a day, the loss of a hundred and fifty dollars a year for two instances of disobedience would have to be staggering.

"I won't punish you for your disobedience last night, but understand that your leeway is quickly coming to an end. You are under contract now, and we will have to establish the correct relationship. I am your master, you are the servant." He paused and straightened in his chair, "As for your last question, understand that Taft hall is quite well soundproofed, and were there cries in the night, it is unlikely you would have heard them clearly. But as to your charge...." He tapped a finger on his desk and then pointed at the papers, "The contract says very clearly, you were hired to service me."

He paused to let the shock settle for a moment and then said, "In fact, I've had a stressful morning as it is, I believe I would enjoy a pre lunch suckle. Please undress and sit on my lap so that I may have a suck." He pushed away from his desk slightly, and pat his lap while watching her.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary sat quietly while nestled into a corner of a small velvet couch. She folded her hands upon her lap, stroking the gently colored flesh on the back of her hand with the pad of her thumb. She flinched, her face falling slightly as David mentioned the loss in wage, she could hardly imagine what life would be like with so much more. She fully appreciated the amount they had settled upon moreso at that time and did not speak.

She softly shifted on the couch, her knees pinched tightly together beneath the black skirts and stark white apron of her uniform. When presented with the document she leaned forward and skimmed them yet again, noting the changes but retreating. "Yes Sir...I do understand your investments." Her tone was soft, almost tinted with guilt as the look on her rounded face settled into one of wary resign.

"The contract says very clearly, you were hired to service me."

Large black eyes shot to the young Mr Taft's face, examining her, Surely he cannot be serious. What is this?!. Mary's breath suddenly came faster as her pulse thrummed in her ears, the color rising up her cheeks.

"In fact, I've had a stressful morning as it is, I believe I would enjoy a pre lunch suckle. Please undress and sit on my lap so that I may have a suck."

The whites of her eyes shone clear now as the young woman clutched at the collar of her uniform with a quivering hand. She had suspected something was amiss with the wording of the documents but not this. "I beg your pardon?! Nursemaid...I presumed you frail in some manner. The documents stated I was to..." Oh but what had they truly said? Bathing, grooming, it never made mention of a baby. Mary's heart jumped into her throat. For a long moment she merely stared at her new employer, his smooth unassuming face, the gentle slope of his brow, the sweet curls that framed his face.What ploy is this? "But you are a grown man!" she squeaked in disbelief. This is completely inappropriate!, she screamed inwardly as her legs moved her to stand of her own volition.

 

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David Taft slapped the blotter on his desk with the palm of his hand as he turned his chair to the side. Anger caused his thin brows to knit together, "Yes Mary, I am a grown man. A grown man who you have signed a service contract with. A grown man who is your employer. A grown man who is growing tired of disobedience. So unless you plan on testing this early in our working relationship, or you truly want to see what I meant by corporal punishment, I suggest you stop questioning and quailing and do as I commanded."

His voice dropped to a more quiet tone as he pointed to his lap, "Now, I said remove your clothing, sit on my lap, and do your job woman. Do not make me say it again, because your leeway is coming to an end."

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Mary jumped where she stood, her back stiffening and her breath hitching. As a temper rose to the surface of David's even demeanor it startled the woman. She stared again, her eyes now showing a bit more apprehension due to fear fear of her own well-being.

"...or you truly want to see what I meant by corporal punishment."

Swallowing audibly Mary then looked towards the door. She had locked it, no key was used, if need be she could flee. A meek expression of desperation passed over her face before she stiffly turned from him. Trembling fingers unbuttoned her white collar. Reaching around to untie her apron Mary let it fall to her waist as she resumed unfastening the bodice of her dress. She looked to the door with longing as her small fingers danced over the chemise beneath her dress, parting it momentarily before turning back to make her way to the desk.

Like a lamb to slaughter Mary clutched the front of her dress closed, she did not seem to acknowledge the suggestion that she perch upon his lap but did make it so far as to stand a foot in front of his knees. Though her eyes were locked on his collar and her cheeks burned she slowly peeled back the folds of fabric to reveal her swollen breasts. Dark nipples were soft and puffy, accenting her breasts rather pleasantly. The silver cross glistened in the soft light of the room, pressed just below the little dip in her collarbone. Her breathing was swift and as she sucked it in with desperation her flesh quaked. Can I truly submit to this? What a queer proclivity, how could Mister and Misses Taft knowingly usher anyone into this position?! Quickly...Please Lord let this be over quickly.

 

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David watched eagerly as she approached and noted her timid nature. He was glad that he was only starting to become aroused, and not fully erect, for certainly the sight of a tent in his pants would only make her more afraid.

He reached up and cupped one of her breasts and noticed as she shivered. "Mary," he said softly, gently, "I would like you to understand that you stand at the crossroads right now. I know this may seem strange and wrong to you. But there is no immorality to this. I know my bible and my verse, and there is naught to say on this. It is a desire the same as you may have for your favorite food or book or flower. But I'll not stand for a wilting flower afraid to do her duties."

He squeezed the breast slowly, coaxing a tiny droplet of milk to the surface, "So understand that if you insist on playing the shy, timid, disobediant servant, I will have to punish you. This, what you're doing right now, is not the job you were hired for. You were commanded to strip down and sit on my lap so I may enjoy the services you were hired, at great cost, for. If you do your job, and do it well, the benefits to you, or your father if you choose to share with him, would be multifold what any woman in your situation could ever hope for. All I ask is that you do your job."

With his other hand, he reached up and pinched her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger cruely, twisting it, and then saying, "Or, if you would rather, you can be punished. If you insist on pretending this is an immoral act, then we can treat it as such. If you wish we could even pretend you are no more than a common street whore, and I can enjoy beating you before giving you a few coins."

Then lovingly he caressed her right breast again with his first hand, "So tell me Mary, wouldn't you rather have a noble job where you obey and do as your told, are treated well and fairly, and everyone is happy?"

Then again twisting her left nipple with his fingers, "Or must we do this the hard way?"

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

The sensation of his smooth, warm fingers enveloping her breast sent a shiver up her spine. Mary looked to David then, listening dutifully as he scolded her yet again. Again he mentioned punishment and her shoulders softly curled as if she might cover herself. Reminded of her wages yet again she closed her eyes, she knew very well could not go back to her father and say that she had turned down such a high paying job. She softly shook her head as tears stung the backs of her eyelids.

She curled her fingers into the fabric of her dress to resist the sensation of his fingers urging her milk forward, it was almost pleasant until his touch became cruel, eliciting a small startled cry from the young servant. She reached to cover the aching nipple but did not dare dislodge his hand and so her own soft palm fluttered over the back of his hand.

"I am not a whore Master David!" she bit out suddenly, shrinking back as he twisted the other nub of flesh between his fingers. She could not erase her unease entirely, nor could she keep it from showing on her face but she did her best to keep the daggers from her eyes. She felt betrayed, completely mislead and also blamed herself. As she peeled the uniform from her arms she untied her apron entirely, allowing the fabric to be pulled free and folded. Her skirt was unbuttoned and the dress fell to the floor, followed by her simple petticoat that had been tied about her waist. Stepping from the clothes she slid free of her chemise and felt a hand tap her own as she was reaching for her bloomers.

"That will do for now Mary." David said, she looked up to his mouth but would go no further, noting a softer line she saw some of his ire leave him and Mary hoped he would show some kindness in this. She lifted her garments then stupidly did not move, clutching her folded uniform in hand in front of her waist. Can I truly treat him as a child? Surely even if the bible does not stand against this propriety....but the contract. she reminded herself and gave a small grimace.

 

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"I am not a whore Master David!" She cried out angrily.

He released her breasts with both hands and said quietly, "Then cease acting like I am asking you to be one. I have asked for no more than the duties that would be required of a maid or a wetnurse. You may find it odd that I asked for inspection and am not a woman, and you may find it odd that I wish to drink the milk of life but am not a child. But it is not your place to question me. Simply do your duties.

David shifted in his chair and let her undress. He could sense her unease and hesitation so as she was down to stocking, garter, and bloomers, he stopped her. "That will do for now Mary," he said in what he felt was an act of kindness. She looked up, but would still not meet his eyes. No matter, he didn't need her to make eye contact with him.

"Good, now do as I have said, sit on my lap and cradle my head with one arm, and offer your teat with your other hand." He pat his lap, now growing quite insistent. She would doubtlessly feel the semi hard lump in his crotch, but he wouldn't push that, not now at least.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Her knuckles showed white as she clutched the bundle of her uniform before she calmly turned to settle it atop the corner of his desk. "Yes Master David." she managed with a cool demeanor, before moving to rest her plush backside against his right thigh. Keeping her back to the door she slowly pressed closer, to balance atop the upper portion of his thigh, her own brushing against the growth in his slacks.

Inside her thoughts raced, as her fingers brushed over the shoulders of his suit jacket she hesitated for a breath before gingerly resting her palm upon the back of his head. With her left breast pressing into his right lapel she lifted her right breast upwards, attempting to sit tall in his lap to allow him better access. She ran over his words in her head, was she truly making a larger deal out of the matter than was necessary? She could no longer answer but as his lips sealed round her aching nipple she clamped her eyes shut, slowly exhaling as she felt a nagging anticipation int he back of her mind.

 

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Finally, David's mind exclaimed. His soft lips closed around the presented nipple and he savored the light sweet taste for a moment. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into her soft breast. The smell of her flesh was alive and feminine, she must have bathed the previous day, because the lightest hint of rosewater was still on her flesh, but underneath the oh so delectably human scent of skin.

He allowed his tongue to roll her stiff nipple in his mouth, gaining the feel the purchase of the hardened nub. His hands went around her, clutching at the small of her back and holding her tightly to him as his lips began to move. The motion was almost a soft kiss at first, he was tender and soft, and then began to suck. Gently, using his teeth to stop her areola, but not biting down, he sucked the nipple and rolled his tongue across it.

The heady taste of cream filled his mouth, thick, hot, and sweet. He wasn't able to help himself and a soft moan of pleasure escaped his closed lips as he sucked more insistantly. She wasn't producing much, but the taste filled his mouth and overwhelmed his senses. His hand left the small of her back and rose up her back to clutch her tighter to him. His other hand slid downwards, to cup one of her buttocks where it rested against his thigh. He did not grope or molest her, simply hold her to him as he suckled.

His rod grew tumescent and pressed against his trousers and into the bottom of her thigh as he suckled. He would continue, rubbing her back and gently rarely, squeezing her ass, as he drank as much as she had to give. Only when it was done would he demand she switch, before eagerly moving to the other nipple.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

MAry stiffened for a moment as his face burried into the soft flesh of her breast, she held still while his hands encompassed her waist; soon enough she found him lost in his task. She breathed a little more easily as he nursed, it did not feel terribly wrong, though she jumped slightly as he gripped her back and lower cheek.

She clutched to him then, whether for support or otherwise she held to the back of his head, fingers slowly starting to ease into those soft auburn curls of his. Mary watched as he suckled, adjusting her hips softly only to brush against something rather unmistakable beneath her thigh. Politely she held still for him for quite a few minutes after he expressed his delight vocally, upon David's physical suggestion that she switch sides Mary obeyed, lifting herself only to be gathered up on the opposite side of his lap.

His relish and toying of her nipple brought a blush to her cheeks, with head bowed softly she now slid her fingers through his hair and continued to cradle him to her breast. She seemed to find an ease in the task and had summoned enough courage to take David into such an intimate embrace. Duty or not Mary was unable to deny the difference of her situation, she bowed her head atop that of her new charge. With tearful eyes gleaming she felt a stirring that caused her breath to hitch, and closed her eyes tightly. Though she mourned the loss of her child this act in itself somehow contained a therapeutic quality and in spite of the depravity of her situation she allowed herself a moment to enjoy being held herself.

 

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David finished sucking Mary dry far sooner than he would have liked. But when it was clear there was none left to give, he lingered for just a little while. He allowed his lips to nuzzle her breast, and gently tongued and licked at her hard nipple and areola. He felt her shift uneasily and so he let go of her. He moved his hands to her hips and gently stood her up from his lap.

"There now," he said in a soft and calm voice. "That wasn't so bad was it? Do you think you'll be more comfortable doing that again this evening after supper? I'd enjoy it again before bed." He paused then and added, "Though I must admit to slight displeasure at the volume. You did express at least once already today did you not? Because maybe we should set a schedule for you. I wish for a greater volume of such a wonderful gift."

He waited for her response before letting go of her hips, and knew that if she was not meeting his eyes, the bulge in his trousers would be unmistakable.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

As the man lingered Mary composed herself, lifted from his lap she then brushed a finger beneath her eyes to ensure they were dried. "No Sir, I apologize for the trouble." Her shoulders were eased, her back less stiff now and there was a softer quality to her face. She stole a glance of her employer to witness the same in his own, she much preferred this tone to the one he had previously offered her ultimatums in.

She seemed to shrink a little, she seemed to find his desk suddenly quite interesting. "I...that is to say...with the other chores I neglected.." she stammered before finally whispering "No....I did not, forgive me I..." She tucked her chin, her voice was so quiet she seemed to wish he not actually hear her response. She cradled her breasts in her arms, gingerly covering herself while she was held in place while her fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her upper arms.

 

[rhev]

David let go of her hips and let her step away. He made a slight tisking noise with his tongue. "This will not do Mary, shall we set up a schedule for you? This is your primary responsibility mind you."

He stood up and drew the back of his hand across his mouth, clearing the saliva that had built up there. He walked away from Mary towards the window as he waited her response about the schedule. Then without turning back to face her, he said, "Thank you Mary, you are dismissed to help out the other staff until after dinner. I shall require another session then before I am to retire for the night. I pray you will grow more comfortable by then now that you see that I am no demon. Heaven has not opened up and smote you with lightning, and you are certainly no worse off in any way then you were a few days ago."

He waved one hand while not looking back at her, "Till bed time then." What she would not realize is how closely he was watching her every move in the reflection of the window and how hard he was focusing to not let his hand creep down to the tent pole in his pants.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

When David rose, Mary began to dress herself, making a swift process of it while stealing glances at the firm line of his back. She moved from behind the desk when finished with the last button and walked past him, the top of her head coming level with the backs of his shoulders. "Yes, I will adhere to a schedule Sir." She bobbed her head and ran a few fingers over that impossibly thick black hair, tucking the woven bun into place again.

"I shall meet you here after your dinner then Master David." She reached the door when the contemplative sound of his voice stopped her.

"No, my bedchamber Mary."

For a moment Mary stood there, hand on the doorknob, "As you wish." she said before ducking through the door. Standing on the other side she clasped her hands over her stomach and just breathed; in and out, very slowly before she took off for her bedroom.
*****
Mary had taken to her room for an hour that afternoon, claiming she felt unwell she was allowed at least that after promising to be useful come time for dinner preparation. She took the time alone to chastise herself, to try to make some sense out of her new position and what her body had told her that afternoon. She was left alone with her thoughts till called to help with dinner preparation. When handing off the food to the serving staff Mrs McCooley placed a hand on Mary's shoulder.

"After your supper tonight, you will take the young Master his drink for the night. He enjoys a glass of brandy each evening, we keep a bottle for him in the cellar. Is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am." Mary finished assisting with the dinner and when it came time to eat her own she merely pushed the food around her plate. A few bites passed through her lips but no more as she stared into the mingled mess of potatoes and stewed beef.
*****

As the clock struck eight Mary stood at the top of the steps with a small silver platter containing a snifter of brandy; the scent was quite pleasant though she knew little of spirits herself. With a resigned sigh she padded down the hallway to the doors she had been instructed belonged to her charge. With a light knock she let herself in, balancing the tray smoothly with her left hand. The room was dimly lit, but rich with blue velvet curtains and accents, for a moment she stood there, offering in hand while admiring the details.

Those black orbs settled upon a figure in the corner, her fair-faced employer reclined in a chair with his feet proper up, crossed at the ankle. He wore a deep blue dressing robe and pajamas to match beneath. A warm smile eased its way across David's face as he smoothly closed his book, placed it upon an end table and rose to move to his bed, removing his robe along the way. "Good evening Mary."

"Sir." She did a small curtsy in response before taking a step forward and jerking to a stop.

"Kindly remove your uniform."

Nipping her bottom lip she continued forward to offer him the snifter of brandy, only when he took it did she set the tray aside and turn towards the window to remove her uniform and shift. Again she stood dressed only from the waist down while examining the moon peeking out from the blanket of night. Turning from the vision she moved towards David while holding her arms across her breasts. "Did you enjoy your supper?" She asked softly, if for no other reason than her own nerves.

 

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David waited a few moments after Mary left before closing to the door and locking it again behind her. Then back to his desk where he unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk. From inside he pulled a book, bound with green dyed leather and french writing on the outside in gold leaf "Les dessins du Marquis von Bayros."

He set a handkerchief on the desk and then opened the book. Page after page of erotic drawings flashed before his eyes, but then he stopped on the one that had so caught his fancy lately. The drawing was crude, but it fired him so. A woman, the hair removed from around her labia, yet leaving a triangular shape of wispy hair above, knelt above a man. His cock, drawn quite poorly as a simple featureless shaft, penetrated her. Meanwhile she leaned forwards, presenting her breasts to him, and even though the drawing was somewhat crude in nature, it was obvious that there was fluid dripping from the woman's tit to the man's mouth.

David stared at this drawing as his hand worked furiously, and when he did finally achieve his peak, firing his spunk into the handkerchief, it was with the thought that this would be he and Mary at some point soon.

- - -

The rest of David's day was spent back in town. Mary's contract was notarized by the town clerk, and then he paid a call on the Judge to thank him for his help preparing the contract. Finally back to his office to finish his paper work for the day. He could have finished it at home, but since necessity said he had to go to town anyways, he didn't fight it.

- - -

Dinner was a subdued affair, and his father smiled knowingly as his mother asked how the new maid was working out.

"She has potential mother." Was all he had to say.

- - -

David had washed, by himself, after dinner. He was looking forwards to the time when Mary would obey well enough to bathe him. He would enjoy the feeling of her lathering his stiffness especially. But then to his bed chamber and into pajamas, a dressing gown, and slippers. He didn't know exactly when she'd be along, but he sat down to read more of the Sherlock Holmes novel that he'd started re-reading last week.

He lost himself in the tale when the light knock came. He was about to answer but she let herself in. He wondered if he should say something about her entering before permission was given, but decided against it. He'd told her to come earlier, so it was well and good that she did not delay.

"Good evening Mary." He said as he stood and removed his dressing gown. He padded over to the bed, pushing his slippers beneath it. Calling out to her over his shoulder, ""Kindly remove your uniform."

He turned and sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. She walked forward, handing him the snifter of brandy. Then she set the tray down and turned away from him slightly. She removed her uniform swiftly, but the nervousness was still there, still obvious in her motions. She turned towards him, her hands cupping her breasts as she stood in her shoes, stockings, garter, and bloomers.

"Did you enjoy your supper?" She asked softly, still nervous.

"I did Mary, thank you for asking." He looked down at the glass of brandy in his hands and sighed, "Mary, I think you need this more than I. Please drink this and relax." He held the snifter out and she took it nervously. Bringing it to her nose for a moment, unsure, he thrilled at the sight of her bared breast.

"I can assure you that it is very fine Brandy, the bottle cost over a dollar and a half." He said with a smile, "Now I insist, drink it, it will help you relax."

She took a moment then sipped it, letting the taste hit her, then drank the rest down at a moderate pace. As she did he spoke, "Now I've gone easy on you as this was your first full day, but we must get you into the full swing of things. Since you are to be my personal maid, I'll expect you here first thing in the morning as well. You'll help me rise in the morning, offer me suck if I desire it, then assist with my morning routine. We should get into this habit quickly and efficiently, to avoid any discomfort on either of our parts.

He smiled as she set the snifter down and nodded, "Now then, remove the bloomers and shoes please and we shall begin." With that he slid back into the middle of the bed and waited for her to comply. "I'll lay on my back, you shall lay on your side and slightly above me, and I shall suckle. When you are done, you may dress, blow out the candles, and leave for the evening knowing that you've done a good job."

He settled back on the bed, laying on his back but watching her, eager to finally see the nexus of her sex revealed to him.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

As the alcohol slid over Mary’s tongue and down the back of her throat she could feel it begin to ease the stiffness in her muscles, what gave her pause was the sensation of the muscles in her sex seeming to fight between relaxed and inflamed. She took a steadying breath while she listened to her employer, a soft pink hue now painting her face but she was now better able to work with her anxieties. While David informed her of his expectations from their new style of relationship Mary finished the brandy and replaced the snifter upon the shiny silver tray. The demands seemed to be in order of what the contract had stated and so the servant bobbed her head, “Yes of course Master David.”

"Now then, remove the bloomers and shoes please and we shall begin."

Her mind began to find his requests far more reasonable than it had earlier that day, in part due to her lack of molestation, but also due to the rare alcoholic treat. Examining his state of dress she somehow found safety in the logic that he was remaining in his sleep clothes, though lying in bed with him did register as a tenuous situation, Mary did comply. Delicate fingertips plucked at the strings behind her waist to relieve her of her bloomers, the warm hue of the lamp light mingled with the silver of the moon to bathe her plump hips and sumptuous thighs as they were revealed the accentuation of a dark garter belt and pale stockings seeming to add a little something to her simple appearance. She soon turned to reveal the dark patch of hair betwixt the smooth flesh of her thighs; however she did make her way to the side of his bed rather quickly.

Suddenly she stopped with hand on the bedspread, having forgotten about her boots she bent forward, giving him the line of her back and roundness of her sweet hips while she struggled with the laces. Finally stepping free of them she nudged the little black boots together off to the side of his bed before propping herself up upon the edge of the bed. Her face was darker when she crawled up onto her knees atop the covers; with thighs pinched she gave another examination of her employer’s state. He was easily reclined, stretched out quite far on the bed and looked more at ease than earlier that day. Something inside her suggested she hope it was in part due to her services, it was not entirely impossible, he after all had not dismissed her.

Mary slid to the bed with a little more speed than intended at first, almost flopping to her left side as she hiked up her thigh to obscure the vision of her sex while leaning partially over the young Master. Her body was now warm and her lashes fell heavily to half-mast while she bowed to task, offering up her left nipple to David’s awaiting lips. She thrilled the moment she felt hot lips envelope her flesh and she braced herself by gingerly holding the back of his head that lay on his pillow finally able to settle into the position. It was not long before her cheek was propped up by her left palm, the warmth of her breath spreading over the top of his head a bit more quickly.

When it was that he began to draw upon the dark nipple she felt the sensation spread south, now amplified, and her inhibitions more flexible she tightened her thighs together secretively. Mary was startled by just how much her body responded to such treatment and she silently begged him to crush her body in his grasp yet again. She looked over him in the dim soft light of the room and could not resist admiring how youthful he seemed at that time. His face had done him justice but it was the eagerness of the young man at her breast that drew a gentle gasp from Mary’s lips.