Lord Barkwith
Charlotte is an ambitious and idealistic young journalist. There is a lot of corruption in the world and she’s determined to seek it out and expose it. She’s particularly interested in members of the establishment who were born into their positions and smugly keep them as if it is their right to rule over the public. She’s come to the conclusion that the only way to find out what is really happening is to sneak into their lairs of wealth and power to weed out the truth. It’s time to go undercover!
Charlotte goes through a mental check-list to make sure she has everything she needs. She absolutely must look the part in order to convince this rich family she’s really a maid.
She wants clothing that will make her look like she’s trying to make a good impression, but doesn’t really have any money.
Not too many things, just enough to make it look like these are all her belongings in the world.
Charlotte has never done anything like this before, but is entirely confident that she is clever and sneaky enough to pull it off.
She’s armed with a variety of equipment for gathering evidence. She knows how important it is to have hard facts to back up her findings.
She can imagine it now: capturing what really happens in a privileged wealthy family and the way they really treat the people who serve them.
It’ll be her first big story, the break that could really shoot her into the big time of journalism. Maybe she’ll even pick up an award!
It’ll be difficult to be away from home for so long. She’ll have to be completely cut off to ensure that her cover isn’t blown.
The shower is running in the bathroom next door.
Charlotte thinks about how difficult it’ll be without her boyfriend for so long.
She loves waking up every morning to his smooth hard naked body next to her.
She sighs, pushing sexual thoughts out of her mind, and decides to have another look at her research.
She’s read these articles about the Barkwith family over and over again, but it seems like something is missing.
The Barkwith family are notoriously excessive in their lavish lifestyle. Even an inherited fortune can only last for so long.
She considers it all carefully memorising as many facts about the family as she can. Once she’s on the inside she can use this to fill in the gaps and discover clues about what’s really keeping this rich Lord on top.
She studies his picture as if trying to uncover the man’s secrets in his features.
With determination she thinks, ‘I’ll get you, you smug bastard. Just you wait.�
Neil turns off the shower and walks out.
Charlotte is still deep in thought, turning over names and figures in her mind trying to make sense of the Barkwith dynasty.
Neil stands naked before her wishing there were some way he could convince her to stay. He doesn’t like the sound of all this undercover work.
He knows how determined and fierce she is, ready to do anything to break her big story. He hopes that doesn’t include pumping men for information using sex.
“Hey babe,� he says. It always excites him standing naked in front of her.
“I'm going to miss you.�
She’s touched by how sweet he is and she’s aware how worried he is about her. But she’s confident she can take care of herself.
But it’s going to be a shame not to have him on hand whenever she wants him.
He’s a good man, obedient and sexy.
And his cock isn’t bad either. She stares at it hungrily and notices how he’s still dripping wet.
She sees how his cock is actually dripping onto the floor!
This place will undoubtably fall to ruins without her here!
“Stop!� she chides him.
“You're getting the floor wet.�
She slaps down the folder looking his naked body up and down with authority.
Charlotte sees that she must take charge if this man is ever going to learn how to keep things neat while she is away.
She marches up to him, clothed and confident while he is naked and vulnerable.
This is going to be their final time together for quite some time and she wants to make sure she savours his body.
With her undercover assignment at the Barkwith Country Residence imminent Charlotte is making the most of her last minutes with her boyfriend Neil before she has to leave. She's determined to create a lasting memory of him that she can take with her into the house, as once she's undercover there'll be no contact until the job is over - however long that may take.
Like so many times in their relationship Charlotte takes control.
She dabs the towel gently against his skin.
He smiles acknowledging who’s in charge in this relationship.
She knows that she could pretty much get him to do anything she asks.
He’s sweet but she knows it’s not a forever thing but in the meantime he's great fun and he does worship the ground she walks on.
Neil is totally enamoured with her. He loves the way she looks at him when he’s naked and the way she loves to dry him when he steps out of the shower.
She’s been planning this undercover work at the Barkwith's for several months now and finally all her efforts are coming to fruition.
She’s had to create an alias, with a complete back history.
She dreads to think what would happen if her cover were blown.
Still, distractions like this make it all worthwhile.
She stares at his cock longing to feel it inside her one more time before she has to leave.
But she’s got a train to catch and she daren’t be late. This job is the most important opportunity she’s ever had and nothing is going to get in her way.
Instead she observes him closely, memorising the shape of his cock, the way it sits against his balls…
He knows what that look on her face usually means and smiles at the prospect.
"We can’t again Neil..." she says.
“... there’s no way I can be late.�
“Just enjoy this…�
“... the two of us alone.�
The temptation to lean forward and take his cock into her mouth rises within her but for now she resists.
Lovingly she takes his heavy penis in the towel and dries it gently.
With each stroke of the towel it’s becoming more and more obvious to Charlotte how excited Neil is becoming.
Charlotte smirks as his cock hardens under her careful attention.
She then stops suddenly, a gentle reminder to him that this activity is on her terms and not his.
She turns him around paying special attention to his ass, her favourite part of him.
Aggressively she makes him bend.
“Come here,� she says, “you always leave these bits damp.�
She gently dries the back of his legs.
She stares at his arsehole rueing how little time she has left before she has to depart.
She watches mesmorised as her drying causes his balls to rock rhythmically between his legs.
She dries deep into the crease of his arse, pushing gently against his sensitive hole.
She feels his heavy cock against her hand as she dries him. Neil for his part looks back in hope rather than expectation.
Another glimpse at his hole and she’s decided. There is a slightly later train – she’ll still make it on time.
Which means there's just enough time for her to finish her packing and to make Neil cum for her one last time.
Charlotte and Neil have a very special domestic relationship. With her leaving, Neil realises how much he is going to miss it. Now that he's naked in front of her he cant quite control himself. Charlotte knows exactly how to control and manipulate her man to get what she wants, especially when he's naked and sexually excited.
Desperately aroused Neil drums up the courage to ask the question that’s been on his mind since he got out of the shower.
“Honey, let me see that maids outfit on you.�
No,� she says categorically, “that’s for my undercover work.�
“It’s not fair.�
Her mood dampened she pushes Neil away, she’s no time or patience for one of his whines.
“I have to finish packing, just get dressed.�
Having had the wind taken out of his sails Neil is feeling mightily pissed off.
He glares at her. He was certain that he was on for a fuck but his hopes are dashed.
In a fit of pique he throws his towel to the floor.
Charlotte looks up and stares at Neil like he's some sort of naughty schoolboy. “What?� he says petulantly.
“You know that I can’t stand cleaning up after people.�
“You’ll make a fine undercover maid then,� he mocks.
“What did you say?� she asks marching towards him.
She shoves him towards the dresser…
… grabs his cock in her left hand and …
… prepares to teach her boyfriend a valueable lesson.
She swings the heavy brush speedily against his arse.
“Ow,� he winces.
Charlotte wants more of a reaction than that so this time she swipes a little more powerfully.
The brush smacks against his arse cheek.
As she hits home she gives a rough tug on his cock.
His arse starting to sting with the repeated smacks.
As her anger dissipates Charlotte starts to enjoy this impromptu spanking session.
She loves the rosey hues his ass is now displaying.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!� snarls Neil as his tender backside receives another well directed wallop.
The pain now undeniable Neil cries out, “please no more…�
Charlotte has no desire to inflict any more pain than necessary. It’s important to keep Neil in his place. A useful reminder to keep him in line while she’s away.
His punishment over, Charlotte now thinks it’s time for some pleasure.
She turns him around…
…shoving him up against the dresser. “Sorry babe,� he apologises, knowing exactly what he must do to appease Charlotte.
He grabs his hardening cock and the couple embrace.
He wanks furiously for her. He knows that this is the way to her heart and is determined to put on a good show to please her.
“I’ll miss you babe…� he says.
“And I’m going to miss this,� she thinks staring at his swollen cock.
She kneels down to have one last play and one long last good look before heading off on her journalistic mission.
Expertly she manipulates his penis and balls...
... bringing him to the brink of ejaculation.
“Cum for me,� she instructs him.
Unable to hold back any longer Neil starts sprays spunk in the direction of the watching Charlotte.
...
Charlotte looks up at her boyfriend excited at the control she has over him. He’d do anything for her. Neil leans back against the dresser but ..
... there’s an almighty crash as a bottle of Charlotte’s perfume is knocked to the ground.
Having had the moment shattered by the falling bottle Charlotte notices Neil’s spunk on her for the first time and is furious.
“Neil!�
“Get cleaned up…�
“… and pick up after yourself!�
Neil gets a dustpan and brush and under the supervision of Charlotte begins cleaning up.
“When I get back this place had better be clean.�
Neil nods obediently and continues cleaning.
Charlotte feels very pleased with herself. A little fear can go along way. It’s reassuring knowing that he’ll be here waiting for her when she gets back.
Arriving at Lord Barkwith's manor Charlotte feels an instant chill. This is a place of privilege and luxury, far from her own modest background. She's got to this position in her life through ingenuity and hard work. Whereas the wealthy upper class have inherited their positions and this makes her resentful. Nevertheless, she can't help feeling awed and slightly intimidated by the sheer grandeur of this luxurious property. She's bursting with curiosity about the inhabitants of it and can't wait to begin her detective work.
As she walks up the long gravel drive to Barkwith Manor Charlotte speaks into her Dictaphone and begins recording: “This is Charlotte Gilman, Vida Magazine. October 3rd 2008. Day one at Barkwith Manor.�
“The Assignment: 21st Century Servants.�
“Are the conditions for servants today in fact better than they were two hundred years ago?�
She briefly stops talking to take in the sight of the Barkwith Manor house; centuries old and the focal point for the story which – if her instincts are correct – could lead to a bigger and better future for her.
“… or does slavery still exist below stairs?� she concludes.
As she nears the house she spots the figure of a man seemingly lurking in the bushes by the front door.
The sound of her luggage rolling through the gravel soon catches his attention.
Charlotte hurriedly puts her Dictaphone back in her purse. The last thing she needs is to be rumbled before she’s even set foot in the house. �Hello, Miss … er hello,� the gardener calls.
“Afternoon Miss,� he says politely.
“Can I help you?� he offers.
“Yes, I’m to be the new maid. Can you take me to the butler of the house?�
“Oh …he passed away ma’am.�
“New maid eh?� he says nervously, like he’s really never spoken to a young woman before.
“The lord hired you to replace him because it’s cheaper,� he blurts out.
Charlotte has learnt as an investigative journalist it’s often best to say nothing as silence can encourage some people to talk when they otherwise might not; besides, she likes the look of this young man and is happy just to look at him.
“Mrs Perkins runs things now.�
“And where is she?�
“This way miss,� he indicates.
“Please follow me.�
As they walk along he offers to take Charlotte's case but she declines - there's stuff in there which would certainly give the game away.
Mrs Perkins, the housekeeper is in the drawing room polishing the silver.
He opens the door neglecting to knock …
Mrs Perkins looks up surprised at their sudden appearance.
“Smythe!� she says despairingly, “What have I told you?�
“Don’t tread dirt into the house with those filthy boots!�
“If I have to tell you one more time…�
“… just look.�
“Very sorry ma’am,� he says apologetically.
Smythe leaves the room feeling very sorry for himself.
He takes a glance back at Charlotte, it’ll be nice to have pretty young face like hers around.
He wonders if she knows what she’s let herself in for.
“That boy…,� says Mrs Perkins, “sleeps on my floor and snores like a roaring lion.�
“Sleeps on your floor?� asks Charlotte gingerly.
“Oh yes, Master Patrick wanted a room for his model aeroplane collection. So he took the gardener's.�
“I see…� says Charlotte uncertain of what to make of this revelation. Mentally she notes the information – everything she can gather during her stay will help her to write a more complete story when the time comes.
Mrs Perkins stops polishing and stops talking and instead looks Charlotte up and down.
As Charlotte waits for Mrs Perkins to speak she wonders whether Mrs Perkins is playing her at her own game by being deliberately quiet to encourage her to open up.
Satisfied that she’s come to the right conclusion Mrs Perkins speaks. “I have a feeling that you are the new maid,� she announces.
“Why yes.�
“Thank heavens. You’ll report to me, but you are to cater specifically to Lord Barkwith and his children. And they are very demanding.
Casually Charlotte asks, “Could you tell me a little about the family?�
Let’s get you settled in, we can talk on the way.�
“Don’t worry about your bag,� insists Mrs Perkins, “I’ll have Smythe bring it up presently.� Charlotte wants to protest but daren't say or do anything that will give away her real motive for being there.
As they leave the room Charlotte worries what would happen if the contents of her bag were uncovered. She’d be exposed and all of her efforts to land this story would have been for nothing. She’ll be sure to find a good hiding place once she gets to her room.
“You were saying… about the family,� Charlotte reminds Mrs Perkins.
“Certainly. Let’s see. This house has been the residence of the Barkwiths since… 1824. The current Lord Barkwith has presided over the house for nearly twenty years. There have been two ladies of the house.�
“... The first wife Lord Barkwith divorced when she nearly drove the family bankrupt. She gave birth to the two masters, Cameron and young Patrick.�
“Then Lord Barkwith married the wealthy widow Lady Eames and she brought her daughter Victoria to the house. The boys treat Victoria terribly, especially since Lady Eames passed away. “
Charlotte listens intently storing away all and any useful bits of information. “I’ll be frank,� Mrs Perkins continues, “Cameron is really a posh layabout and Patrick is the most spoiled boy you’ll ever meet. For Patrick’s 18th birthday last month he tore the house apart and who do you think had to clean up after him?�
“You?� asks Charlotte, already sensing the answer.
“Yes, who else?� says Mrs Perkins.
Charlotte has a million questions she’d like to ask Mrs Perkins but decides to bide her time instead.
Mrs Perkins tries to reassure the new maid. �Not to worry dear.�
“You’ll get used to the boys.�
But Charlotte is far from worried. In fact she is feeling very pleased with herself. Not only has she infiltrated the house but has immediately found an useful source of information for her story.
Now firmly ensconsed within the Barkwith household Charlotte sets about her mission. Dressed as a maid Charlotte gets stuck in to the downside of the job - namely the waiting on the rich, lazy and overpriviledged. She hates having to serve the - frankly unpleasant - men within the house but her desire to seek out the story makes any reservations she may have fade away.
Charlotte has been summoned by the masters and is hurrying along the hall carrying a tray full of drinks and snacks. The bell rings again.
“Yes. I’m coming … I’m coming,� she complains under her breath.
Lord Barkwith stands at the window surveying his estate.
Patrick has noticed his father’s pacing and recognises the signs.
When his father gets all silent like this it usually means that someone’s about to take an earbashing.
His father’s glance across the room at his brother Cameron is a relief to Patrick. It looks like its not his turn to be lectured today.
Patrick’s not surprised. After what his Cameron did yesterday it’s really only to be expected.
Charlotte enters the room, largely ignored by the three men who are all pre-occupied with their own thoughts.
She heads to Lord Barkwith first. There’s a certain order to do things in a household such as this. A pecking order which must not be ignored.
Lord Barkwith begins his anticipated lecture. “Cameron, I tell you if you carry on like this your allowance will be severed.�
“But father. It was only a bit of fun.�
“Wreaking havoc. Smashing the Bentley Azure. A bit of fun?!�
“All entirely fixable.�
Lord Barkwith takes his drink from the tray, not even acknowledging Charlotte.
Charlotte feels a rage building within her at being ignored this way but knows she must maintain a calm façade or else jeopardise everything good she’s achieved so far.
She places the tray on the table well aware of Cameron’s presence behind her.
She can feel his eyes on her back and chooses to use his attention to her advantage.
She bends a little more than necessary giving him a tantalising glimpse of stocking. Lord Barkwith spots his son’s roving eyes and decides its time to give him another piece of his mind.
“You really must settle down. Or I will have to revert your allowance to Patrick.�
Patrick smirks at his brother. How he enjoys being the golden child.
Cameron glares back at his brother.
Patrick is very particular about certain things and gets annoyed if things aren’t how he expects them to be that’s why Mrs Perkins went out especially and bought him his favourite biscuits.
He takes a bite…
…then spits it out. “Urgh!�
“I want Hippo biscuits. Not fucking Tesco cookies. That’s what the plebs eat.�
“And this milk isn’t cold enough.�
Charlotte knows that his little outburst is designed to undermine and belittle her in front of his father but she’s shrewd enough to play the long game. “Rest assured I’ll have my day,� she thinks, “you arrogant little shit.�
Lord Barkwith is impressed with the way Patrick spoke to the hired hand and takes the opportunity to take another dig at Cameron. “Quite right Patrick. You’ll make a fine Lord. More so than your elder brother.�
Cameron says nothing. It’s better not to antagonise the old man. He’ll soon run out of steam. It was only a car for fuck's sake.
Patrick’s really enjoying this Cameron-bashing session and smiles smugly at his brother.
Charlotte starts to clear up Patrick’s mess. He’s left magazines all over the floor. What’s with these rich kids?
The boys have noticed how Charlotte’s skirt has risen up exposing more than is really acceptable, not that they're complaining.
Cameron has felt his cock begin to harden and thinks perhaps a seated view might be more comfortable.
Charlotte knows if she can get the men of the house to think with their dicks and not their brains she'll have an advantage when it comes to uncovering the evidence needed for her story.
He sits back and stares longingly at her arse.
“Watch this Pat,� he whispers. “Oh and put some more ice in this G &T, would you?� he says in Charlotte's direction.
Then he deliberately he stretches out his leg and kicks the tray and its contents onto the floor making it look like Charlotte's fault.
“You tosser,� she thinks, his demented grin winding her up further.
Cameron and Patrick think this is hilarious and laugh like the overgrown schoolboys they are.
“Look what you’ve done! Stupid clumsy girl.�
Knowing there’s no point in protesting her innocence Charlotte gets on with the job of cleaning up the floor, knowing full well that the two boys are staring down her top and ogling her breasts.
They remind her of hyenas with their constant cackling.
Charlotte's mind switches back to the article she plans to write. She wonders is this typical behaviour for the upper classes? Is this how they keep the workers down?
Doing her best to ignore their jibes and leers she knuckles down and finishes cleaning up their mess. For all their money, and their so called breeding they’re showing a distinct lack of class – upper or otherwise.
Charlotte is quickly coming to understand the way this household is ordered and she doesnt like it one bit. It feels so excruciatingly demeaning she cannot imagine a lifetime of such pitiful servitude. But, being a diligent journalist, she wants to have the full experience and become a real part of the household so she can weed out its best kept secrets.
The smug Barkwith boys are enjoying watching Charlotte clean up their mess. It’s nice to have a new plaything especially such an attractive one.
The doorbell chimes. Charlotte looks to Lord Barkwith to dismiss her to answer it.
“Well go and answer it!� he snaps without a hint of courtesy.
Stung by the ferocity of his command Charlotte jumps to her feet and hurries to the door.
Again the silent fury rises within her. She’s enraged at the way he talks to the staff.
She is also very conscious of the way her skirt flaps up and down as she walks on her awkward high heels - and the way the men are staring at the length of bare thigh she's inadvertantly revealing.
“I do believe that silly bitch is worse than the last one.�
“Not a bad arse on her though!�
“Cameron, I will not stand for you philandering with the help.�
The door swings open. Victoria has arrived. She and Charlotte both overhear the last comment made by Lord Barkwith which does nothing to lessen the tension in the air.
She elegantly strides into the drawing room, seeing her step-brothers and wondering what sort of verbal she can expect from them today. It’s become relentless. One dig after another … always rubbing it in how she’s reliant on their father for cash.
She sees the mess on the floor and knows exactly why the boys have made it – such misogynistic pricks!
Charlotte hunkers down again to hurriedly clear up their mess, the boys glaring at her while she works.
She loads up the tray and then retreats to the back of the room.
Lord Barkwith clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “I have something to attend to…�
“But I’ll see you later Victoria.�
Victoria nods in acceptance. To live the life she’s accustomed to there has to be sacrifices, things she’d rather not …
Charlotte observes the odd interplay between this strange dysfunctional family and can’t quite make her mind up if there’s something sinister going on.
The boys wait until their Father is out of earshot and then turn on Victoria.
“Here to sponge off us some more V?�
Victoria tries not to dignify his comments with a response. But the truth does hurt. She is here to collect her meagre monthly allowance but it’s no more than what’s owed to her and certainly not going to put a dent in the Barkwith fortune.
“Of course, when I’m Lord there won’t be any more of this,� he says spitefully.
“You’ll be cut off!�
Victoria is finding these monthly visits to this house hard to take. These two do nothing but shower her with spite and her step-father… well it’s just too much!
Charlotte hopes she’ll have an opportunity to probe Victoria. There’s enough obvious resentment there to perhaps loosen her tongue.
Cameron glares at his step-sister in an intimidatory fashion. There’s little he enjoys more than making her feel insignificant. He can be such a cunt sometimes.
Victoria would like nothing more herself than to pick up the antique vase behind her and ram it into his smug and self-satisfied face. But she’s not playing any more of his silly games today… she’s off to find some solitude.
With tears welling in her eyes Victoria leaves the room with the sound of Cameron and Patrick laughing cruelly at her echoing in her ears.
Taking her leave Charlotte follows after her. She pauses for a second at the door and makes a silent pledge to see that these spoilt brats get their come-uppance.
In the kitchen Mrs Perkins is busy preparing supper. She’s spent the morning polishing and waxing the floors and now feels like a hearty meal.
To some domestic work may seem like a drudge but to her it’s a calling. Something she was born to do.
She can hear someone approaching the house.
She spots young Smythe crunching his way across the shingle.
“Ah, bless,� she thinks, “not the brightest but such a sweet boy.�
“That’s the new bulbs set.�
“Just the lawn to cut n ….�
Before he can finish his sentence Mrs Perkins interrupts him. “Stop!� Smythe stops dead in his tracks. “What did I tell you!
He looks down guiltily at the trail of dirt he’s brought in. “You’re not going to traipse through the house with that filth all over you!�
“Get in the bath!� she orders.
Obediently Smythe fetches the old bath and drags it into the middle of the kitchen.
Mrs Perkins looks at him sternly while she fills the bucket for the bath.
After several trips to the sink, the bath is filled with enough soapy warm water to give the soiled gardener a good scrub.
Without asking, Mrs Perkins begins to undress him.
He’s a little ripe. It’s been very humid these past few days and Smyth has worked up quite a sweat.
Smythe feels very ashamed standing there bare-chested conscious of the stink emanating from his shirt and body.
He's constantly being made aware that he is nothing more than a filthy beast that this gracious clean woman has to deal with.
Next, he slips off his socks.
Which don’t smell any better than his shirt.
Smythe waits obediently for Mrs Perkins to return. It's very clear that she is in a higher position than he is in the household and he must obey.
It's demeaning being stripped down right in the middle of the kitchen, but he accepts this must be the way it is since he covers himself in grime working in the garden.
“Come here, let’s get the rest of those smelly articles off you,� she says.
His skin is covered in a fine layer of grease, sweat and dirt.
Mrs Perkins tugs impatiently at the trousers.
His body stiffens as she grabs for the flimsy waistband of his shorts.
As she slides his shorts down she breathes in his masculine odour.
Though it has been this way for years, Smythe still feels pin-pricks of embarrassed excitement being disrobed and taken in hand.
The odor rising off from his sweaty cock and balls is almost overwhelming.
Exposed to the open air, his cock tingles.
Mrs Perkins doesn't really mind handling this big hairy brute, clumsy and dim as he is. It seems only natural that she should. She enjoys taking control and stripping him down, finding a deep sexual pleasure in cleaning the sweat off from his lean muscular naked body.
Although he is an expert in landscaping, Smythe is rather dim in every other respect. Mrs Perkins knows this very well so it feels only natural to take him completely in hand when he makes a serious error like traipsing through her kitchen getting the floor muddy. If he can't learn a simple thing like removing his boots then he deserves to be stripped and scrubbed clean in an old bath like an animal. Smythe is highly conscious that at any moment someone else in the house could walk right in with him standing here buck naked and humiliated.
Mrs Perkins ushers Smythe towards the bath.
Fully aware of his nakedness he awkwardly cocks his leg over the side.
Mrs Perkins scrutinizes his entrance into the bath revelling in her close proximity to the handsome naked gardener.
Charlotte walks in carrying the tray, not noticing the naked man standing in the bath tub.
“Ah, Miss Gilman! You’re just in time …�
Charlotte gasps in amazement at the sight before her.
She stands spellbound unable to take her eyes from his meaty cock.
Smythe is terrified and embarrassed standing naked before the new servant. It’s one thing Mrs Perkins putting him naked into a bath but it’s another entirely having the new maid see him like this. Especially one that’s so hot.
Smythe concentrates on avoiding getting an erection. He can’t imagine anything more embarrassing than for him to suddenly strike a horn with that maid here. “Won’t you help me scrub down this big oaf?� asks Mrs Perkins.
Charlotte hesitates. She’s new to this household; what if his lordship were to walk in? Can she afford to risk everything just for the opportunity to wash and scrub this naked man she finds so intriguing?
She stares at him momentarily sizing up the task at hand. He's much more hairy than her boyfriend. She does miss being able to take him in hand.
Her decision is made. “Yes … I suppose.�
The two take a long look at his masculine body while Smythe stands dutifully at attention painfully aware of his cock and balls hanging out in the open.
“Well come on then, grab a sponge.�
Smythe is nervous at having the new maid washing him. He found her attractive the first time he saw her and hopes she won't be able to tell.
The ladies set about soaping up the big lug.
'My, there is a lot of hair!' Charlotte thinks.
The women hold his arms up while scrubbing his naked body making him feel very vulnerable. He finds himself drawn to Charlotte’s delicate female form.
A quick glance down and his fears are realised as his penis begins to stiffen. This has not gone unnoticed by Mrs Perkins.
He looks to Mrs Perkins to see if he’s going to be chastised for becoming erect before her.
The ladies swivel him around to set to work on his back.
Charlotte can’t believe her good fortune. She had no idea that this job would come with such incredible fringe benefits.
Smythe feels Mrs Perkin’s fingers caressing his arse and feels a tingling in his groin.
Mrs Perkins pushes down his shoulders to get Smythe to better position his ass for a scrub.
The indignity of the situation hits home with Smythe. He only came into the kitchen to tell Mrs Perkins about the bulbs he’d planted in the ornamental garden.
Charlotte manoeuvres the sponge between his sweaty ass cheeks.
“Give it all a good scrub me dear,� encourages Mrs Perkins.
Mrs Perkins watches Charlotte's technique with interest.
“Hmmm,� she utters as the soap suds fill his crack.
“I think he needs a really deep clean,� Mrs Perkins suggests, “try getting right up between his buttocks.�
“Like this?�
“It’s easier if you spread his cheeks first,� Mrs Perkins advises.
“That’s it dear, pull them apart.�
Smythe has never felt so vunerable with these two women staring at his gaping ass-hole.
“Now Miss Gilman, you should have no trouble cleaning him properly.�
Charlotte flicks the sponge into and out of his sensitive hole.
"That's the way dear," praises Mrs Perkins, "I can see you're going to be a real help around here." Charlotte is thrilled that she's managed to get on Mrs Perkins' good side so quickly. Befriending the housekeeper was always going to be a crucial part of her undercover mission, whereas scrubbing the naked gardener is something of an unexpected bonus.
Charlotte is fascinated by how freely and easily the members of the working class are with each other's naked bodies. It seems only natural a man of low intelligence like Smythe who is used for hard manual labour should be taken in hand like this when he enters such elegant surroundings. The women busily take control of his body as if it were any other chore in the household, but with this work they are completely enthralled by the hairy naked man in front of them.
Smythe's nerves are on edge, highly conscious of the women so near his groin and his cock inching upward slowly and in plain view. The tension is unbearable.
Instinctively he moves to protect his groin. “Don’t be silly Smythe, you have to be washed all over!� she gently chastises him.
He’s highly aware of the feminine new maid next to him dabbing delicately at his naked body to clean it. She's so graceful and attentive. She’s making his cock get stiffer.
Charlotte takes a second to stare at his cock. She misses Neil back home but somehow not quite as much at this moment in time.
The sound of the soapy water splashing fills the room, broken only by Mrs Perkins occassional commands.
Mrs Perkins and Charlotte set about scrubbing his sweaty body. Working outside can make a man perspire something rotten.
Charlotte’s never had much time for hairy men before but with this one hot, wet and at her disposal her preconceptions vanish and she feels a real pull to this big old oaf, although she knows nothing could ever happen between them.
Smythe’s cock tingles as the women pay it ever more vigorous attention.
The scrub brush rubs over and over against the sensitive end of his penis.
Charlotte favours the delicate touch with her soft sponge rubbing around his groin.
Having two women giving his cock so much attention makes his heart pound madly.
“Charlotte, it’s very important to pay close attention to the gentleman’s private parts. You can never have them too clean!�
She examines his penis closely, pinching it tightly between her bunched fingers.
She holds his dick up while scrubbing at his plump testicles, greatly turned on by giving him so much attention.
She loves the way he responds to her touch, the way he shivers or flinches, the way his penis grows heavy in her hands.
Charlotte places a hand on his bare backside while leaning in to scrub him further.
“Thorough,� says Mrs Perkins, “that’s my motto; whatever you do in life be thorough.�
Victoria is walking down the hallway looking for Mrs Perkins.
She can hear splashing but the main bathrooms are on the upper floors.
The noise appears to be coming from the kitchen.
The two women are taking enormous pleasure from washing his soapy great cock.
It swings heavily back and forth as the women rub it and pour soapy water over it.
Victoria hesitates at the kitchen door. She was taught by her late mother never to intrude on the staff’s domain. In a household such as this there’s upstairs and downstairs and they’re meant – for good reason, she supposes - to remain separate entities.
She places an ear to the door, there’s definitely something a tad odd going on in there…
Unable to hide her curiosity any longer she quietly opens the door and glances through. She can hear Mrs Perkins. “Charlotte, you’re going to have to get more hands on…�
Charlotte smiles at the implication.
She slides her hand under his penis.
“It won’t bite!� laughs Mrs Perkins, “get a grip!�
“Like this?� asks Charlotte innocently.
“You need to pull it up and out of the way to get to his testicles,� says Mrs Perkins. Smythe cringes at the mention of his balls being discussed so openly.
“That’s it. Give them a real soaking, he gets very sweaty and pungent down there!�
Charlotte tugs his cock forward while scrubbing at his balls underneath.
From her vantage point Victoria can’t believe what she’s seeing. Is this what the staff get up to when they’re not around the family? Incredible!
The skin under the glans is difficult to get to so Charlotte is sure to use lots of water to wash under there.
She's absolutely mesmerized by the site of the gardener standing stark naked in the middle of the kitchen while being bathed.
His dick is gleaming and clean, but Charlotte hasn't finished toying with the big dumb labourer.
She squeezes his cock between her fingers feeling terrifically empowered being able to handle him naked while she's wearing her feminine disguise.
She's forgotten all about her undercover work. The sensation of bathing this big naked man is the most thrilling thing she's ever done!
Smythe is only a dim common labourer and can't be expected to control his unwieldy thick penis. The experience of standing naked in the middle of the kitchen while two confident women bathe him is too much for him and he feels his balls tingling in expectation. They briskly deal with his body making him feel like a filthy animal that has found its way into the mansion. The women know exactly what they are doing.
Charlotte is relishing the task of washing this handsome, hairy young man and feeling his slippery tumescent member sliding through her hand.
“Plenty of water. Make sure all the suds are gone,� urges Mrs Perkins.
His balls are achingly full from his prolonged exposure in front of these two women.
Charlotte grips his penis firmly while Mrs Perkins scoops up some more water.
Smythe is well used to being treated like this by Mrs Perkins but with the addition of Charlotte to the equation he is experiencing a whole new sexual side to it.
Deliberately she squeezes his cock and takes special care to rub the sensitive end of it. “That’s it dear, get into every nook and cranny."
Accidentally the two woman contrive to roll his hardening penis between their two outstretched hands.
Victoria watches agog from the doorway as the young gardner is taken in hand by the two women.
The bath is removed and Charlotte and Mrs Perkins now dry the young man from head to toe.
Mrs Perkins is very thorough in her towelling of Smythe, careful to eradicate any area of dampness.
She takes extra time drying off the top of his legs brushing against his cock with her towel.
Charlotte finds herself becoming increasing interested by this farm boy’s physique.
“He’s very impressive,� she says to Mrs Perkins.
“I don’t see men like this in the city.�
“No, we grow them big and strong out here in the country. Go on, show her your muscles Smythe.�
Smythe feels embarrassed at being made to perform for the new maid in such a fashion.
His embarrassment lessens as he sees Charlotte's excitement surface as she grips his muscular arms.
Victoria too has now seen another side to Smythe and one which she likes. She’d seen him around the grounds from time to time but he always seemed so dumb, so unimpressive. Perhaps she was a little hasty in her conclusion.
“And so lean too,� remarks Charlotte, prodding and poking his firm body.� Mrs Perkins looks on with pride, she knows she’s done wonders with this young man.
Charlotte drops to one knee to feel the muscles in Smythe’s strong legs examining him like a racehorse she's considering purchasing.
As she squeezes his strong thighs she takes a moment to check out his exposed penis so fresh and squeaky clean now.
The women smile at each other pleased at having done such a good job at cleaning the big pungent man so that he's smelling sweet now. Charlotte is wondering if this sort of treatment of the male workers will be a regular thing, but her thoughts are interrupted by the house bell.
“That’s his lordship.�
“We best go and see what he wants.�
The two women head out the door leaving Smythe standing there naked and confused. They must not keep his lordship waiting or there’ll be hell to pay. Victoria quickly hurries away and ducks into the shadows to let them pass.
Left alone to finish drying himself, Smythe realises that the women are going to be gone for some time and decides that this will be the ideal opportunity to get rid of this aching sexual urge caused by the attention that's just been given to his naked body.
Victoria, having seen Charlotte and Mrs Perkins racing off in the direction of her step-father, returns to the kitchen door to catch a glimpse of Smythe while he is still gloriously naked.
Behind his towel he attempts to discreetly play with his cock.
“Is that filthy gardener really pleasuring himself in the middle of the kitchen,� wonders Victoria.
She watches on silently as the gardener strokes his tool.
Smythe replays images of Charlotte and Mrs Perkins washing his naked body in his mind. He's so involved in his thoughts he doesn’t notice Victoria staring at him from the doorway.
Victoria feels herself growing warm as she secretly watches him stroke his penis.
Charlotte's warm smiling face as she gazes at his growing penis...
He imagines her soft body dressed in that tight little maid's outfit brushing against his bare skin while she scrubs his hairy chest.
She observes his penis thicken as his stroking becomes more urgent.
He can still smell the delicately perfumed maid and the earthy smell of Mrs Perkins' body pressing against him.
Victoria's heartbeat quickens in excitement seeing him thrust his hard cock in and out of his fist.
He is close to climax deeply lost in his thoughts about what just happened.
Aroused as she is Victoria feels compelled to enter the room and confront Smythe.
She walks boldly up to him surveying his naked body as she does so.
He hears the floor creak behind him and immediately crashes back down to earth. He hopes that it’s just Mrs Perkins as she understands his urges, even if she doesn’t condone them.
As he sees it’s Lady Victoria who’s caught him in the act he just wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
Victoria stares directly at his throbbing erection and Smythe freezes in shame.
“Carry on Smythe,� she orders him sternly.
He can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Did you not hear me?� she presses.
Obedient and fearful of his job, Smythe begins pumping his cock again.
Poised and cool, Victoria watches the big hairy gardener masturbate.
He's conscious of how shameful his pressing desires are and what a pervert he must seem to an elegant wealthy woman such as Victoria.
His dick is throbbing and hot because of these feelings of shame which consume him entirely.
Victoria boldly looks him in the eyes. Smythe feels like he belongs to her and he has no choice but to do anything to please her including giving her a demonstration of how he pleasures himself.
Being naked in front of the other domestic servants was one thing, but standing stark naked in front of the lady of the house and stroking his hard cock is mind-blowing!
His heart is racing as he feels her eyes glued to his stiff cock. His balls are bursting and he feels at any second he might ejaculate right in front of her.
While trying to locate Mrs Perkins, Lady Victoria has inadvertantly discovered the gardener stripped naked and being bathed very thoroughly by the housekeeper and the new maid. When they were called away by her step-father Lord Barkwith, Lady Victoria makes the most of their absence and is enjoying watching the strong man masturbate under her command. She wonders if this is typical of life downstairs.
Much as she'd like to Victoria simply doesn't have time to stand around watching the gardener masturbate, well not on her own.
Remembering the matter she came to speak to Mrs Perkins about in the first place Victoria sees a way to kill two birds with one stone.
She lifts one of the many bells Lord Barkwith has had placed around the house to summon Mrs Perkins.
Smythe shamefully continues to pull on his cock unaware that he's about to have more company.
She rings the bell. A delicate sound but one that Mrs Perkins is finely attuned to.
“Oh, Mrs Perkins?�
“No please!� he protests, forgetting his place in the household hierarchy for a moment.
How can he, a mere gardener standing naked and erect in the kitchen hope to ever influence the graceful and beautiful Lady Victoria?
“Charlotte,� she calls out powerfully, ignoring his pleas.
"I've said nothing about stopping," she snaps as she returns to him.
“Carry on,� she urges. Her gentle touch exciting him.
The door to the kitchen swings open and in walks a shocked looking Mrs Perkins.
“Oh my giddy aunt!� she declares.
“Ah, Mrs Perkins. I wanted to go through the menu for next Tuesday and found Smythe stroking his penis,� explains Victoria.
“Well carry on!� orders Victoria, “You obviously need to get it out of your system before you can do any more work.�
Reluctantly Smythe continues to wank, further aroused by the feminine fragrances surrounding him and their gentle touch on his arms.
Charlotte feels privileged watching this handsome brute now masturbating for their pleasure...
... and is amazed at how arousing she's finding this whole scenario. "If only," she thinks.
Smythe is feeling lightheaded being made to perform this way.
But he's under orders now from one of the family so there's absolutely no way he can stop.
“Now,� says Victoria, bringing the conversation back to the menu, “the Pilkington-Turners don’t eat meat.�
“Do you think you could do anything vegetarian?�
“I don’t rightly know Miss," replies Mrs Perkins, "Smythe has grown some lovely plum tomatoes. I think they are just right for picking.�
The ladies dutifully look the gardener's genitals over.
“Mmm, I love plum tomatoes. Maybe combine them with a parsnip.�
“In a hot stew you mean? That could be done as long as the parsnip had the skin pulled back.�
“Larger the better. I know Mrs Pilkington-Turner has a large appetite.�
“Perhaps not a stew then, more of a BIG HEARTY SOUP… with lots of cream.�
“Yes DOUBLE cream," laughs Mrs Perkins, "I’ll ask the milkman to give me a large helping of double cream when I next see him.�
“Yes, tell him you need it for your plum tomatoes and your large parsnip, responds Victoria.�
“With cream splashing all over it …� says Mrs Perkins enticingly.
“…for Mrs Pilkington-Turner to gobble down!�
All their chatter has Smythe in quite a whirl. His hips rock forward as he feels his balls about to empty their heavy load.
The women are fixated on the stream of fresh cum being spurted from his heavy looking cock.
Although he started masturbating for his own selfish pleasure Smythe realises now that he's now doing it for the women surrounding him.
He hopes he's putting on a good show as he produces yet another fine stream of silky cum.
The women gasp as another stream of spunk is let fly.
The women seem impressed with young Smythe's efforts.
While Mrs Perkins looks down with a sense of pride, Charlotte stares at his hard wet penis with a sense of lust that suprises her.
Charlotte smiles at Victoria. Despite their social differences she feels a kinship - a sense of sisterhood - and for the first time in a while her mind returns to her story and how having Lady Victoria on-side might make all the difference.
Feeling Charlotte's hand resting on his arm there's nothing Smythe wants more than for it to slide slowly down his arm and onto his throbbing dick.
But he knows that will never happen and that this is the best he could ever hope for.
The women smile at each other, silently congratulating themselves on the power they've exerted over Smythe.
In a misogynistic household such as this the women are happy to take this moment of pleasure and relish it.
Then the absurdity of the situation hits home and the women reel with laughter the hapless figure of Smythe wanking in the middle of the "Barkwith" kitchen.
Their laughter stings Smythe who truly gave all he could for their pleasure and now all they can do is laugh at him.
Charlotte is enlivened by what she's just done to dopey gardener Smythe with the head of the household and the posh daughter of the family. More than ever she's eager to penetrate all the secrets this stately old home has. Staring at the naked hairy man shamefully holding his bulbous cock that is dripping with his lower-class sperm, she begins to get a real feel for what life is like among the privileged elite.
Sexually excited and incredibly proud of what they've made him do, the women stare at the shame-faced gardener.
“Now look at that!�
“Clean up your mess!� she berates him.
Instinctively Smythe drops to his knees and begins cleaning it up.
The women stare down at the filthy pervert cleaning his spunk off the floor.
Smythe feels so humbled and embarrassed crawling around on the floor naked beneath these confident clothed ladies while they watch him. His aching dripping cock is dangling noticeably between his legs.
“You are only allowed to do that when Mrs Perkins or Charlotte are present from now on,� she says with her great authority.
“Understand?�
“Well do you?�
Smythe nods dumbly in response.
“My step-father says there are some flower beds which need to be weeded.�
He stands up obediently, ready to leave quickly after disgracing himself by revealing his burning sexual desires.
Smythe reaches into the laundry basket to fetch out his smelly clothes from earlier but is soon halted by Mrs Perkins.
“You’re not putting on those filthy things on again.�
“Come upstairs and we’ll get you some fresh clothes.�
“That Smythe is a dear, but so dim. You have to use a firm hand with him.�
Charlotte is beginning to piece together for her article what life in stately country mansions is really like.
“How are you getting along?
“Very well miss,� she sighs.
“Oh don’t call me Miss! It’s Victoria. And I know exactly what the men have been doing to you. They really are a handful."
“Do they treat all the servants so poorly?�
“Oh yes. Especially the female servants.�
“What was all that about with the boys earlier?�
Victoria pauses reflectively uncertain whether to share this personal information with the maid.
Deciding she can trust Charlotte, she continues, “After my mother died, I couldn’t stand living here. I moved to a small flat in the city.�
“My stepfather gives me barely enough to live on. And he makes me come back here once a month to receive my tiny allowance. And then there’s …� her voice trailing off.
“There’s what?� enquires Charlotte gently.
Victoria shakes her head. “Nothing. Anyway, the boys are a nightmare. .Cameron, the eldest – he spends most of his allowance on cocaine. And sizeable it is too.�
“And Patrick … well he’s more spoiled than Prince Harry.�
Her journalistic leanings taking over now Charlotte decides to probe for more pertinent information. “If you don’t mind me asking, how much does the family have?�
“I don’t know. All the financial documents are in my step-father’s study which I’ve never been allowed access to. “
“My mother and I were very well off before she married him.�
“Hmm.� A plan is forming in Charlotte’s mind.
“How do servants stand these conditions?�
“Well…� says Victoria before the booming voice of Lord Barkwith is heard echoing the old stately home.
“Victoria!� he shouts. “Must go,� says Victoria fearfully.
Seeing the manner of Victoria’s departure and the obvious hold Lord Barkwith has over his step-daughter Charlotte decides to take immediate action.
Charlotte hurries after Victoria and can hear the raised voice of Lord Barkwith up the stairs.
She hears his door being closed and locked.
Charlotte creeps onto the landing and tries to remain silent to catch some of the conversation leaking from Lord Barkwith’s bedroom.
“I know what you’ve been doing in the city,� booms Lord Barkwith. �I haven’t been doing anything,� replies Victoria meekly, a far cry from the impressive woman that Charlotte just encountered in the kitchen.
“Partying all night. Clubbing. Spending the family’s money.� �Not at all.� �You’ve become a naughty girl!� he chides.
With Lord Barkwith so obviously tied up Charlotte takes the opportunity to see how easy it would be to gain access to his study.
A quick check to see if anyone else is about.
To her surprise the door is unlocked. She pushes open.
Charlotte can’t believe her luck as she peers into his study.
She flicks through documents she discovers on his desk but realises that the only way to find what she’s after is to come back at a time when she definitely won’t be disturbed. And for that she’s going to need her own key.
Grabbing a wedge of bluetack from the desk Charlotte knows just what she’s got to do.
Forcing the key deep into the bluetack she makes an impression that she’s pretty certain she’ll be able to make a copy from.
Replacing the key Charlotte realises that tonight will be the night. The culmination of all her hard work rests on the next 24 hours.
As she tentatively leaves the room she can hear slapping sounds coming from Lord Barkwith’s room.
She walks stealthily to the door in disbelief at what she's hearing.
As she gets outside she can hear the whimpers of distress from Victoria and Lord Barkwith panting like a dog alongside the sounds of a constant Smack Smack Smack! “Mmm,� he declares, “I think 20 more would be in order. Don’t you!�
“That horrid old man!� There and then Charlotte vows to find out all of his secrets and bring this pig-of-man to his knees.
Charlotte knows that many people wouldn't be able to take what she's already had to endure in her short time working as a maid in the Barkwith Mansion. However, she's determined to be a world-class journalist and she knows you don't achieve that without endurance, skill and a knack for deception. She keeps her mouth shut, her eyes open and remembers everything.
The door of the study creaks open in the early hours of the morning while the rest of the mansion is silent.
The intruder scans the room, torchlight probing all the dark places.
The filing cabinet looks as likely a place as any to find what she’s looking for. But surely not, no one would be so arrogant as to hide anything so important in plain …
“… but it seems they may have.�
The masked person turns on the desk lamp and then listens for anyone else in the house.
The intruder's heart is racing. Thankfully, there is nothing but silence.
Content that she won’t be disturbed Charlotte rips off the balaclava.
She pores over pages of previously unseen documents outlining Lord Barkwith’s financial comings and goings.
“Woah, Bancruptcy 2003!, how did he escape that …� Her eyes settles upon another document, one which will prove key.
“Lady Eames!�
The sound of gravel under tyres can be heard as a car approaches the house.
The car headlights illuminate the room around Charlotte.
“Shit!�
She quickly turns out the light.
She tucks away the document and hurriedly puts the file back in the filing cabinet.
Cameron and his entourage swagger back to the house with Cameron relieving himself in the bushes by the front door that he’ll no doubt have Smythe working on come the morning.
Cameron sways out of the games room looking for some assistance.
“Where are … ,� slurs Cameron.
Charlotte hurtles down the stairs having just disposed of the balaclava.
“... the fucking servants!�
“There you are, you lazy whore! I had to get my own drink.�
“Get me champagne. Now!�
“Yes sir,� replies Charlotte as subservient as she can muster. �… and lay it out in the … drawing room.,� he slurs, “We’ll want it straight after our game.�
“Oh you absolute rotter,� chortles Cameron as he staggers back into the games room to carry on his wild partying with his friends.
Charlotte glares into the room, letting the waves of obnoxious guffawing from the games room wash over her. “Laugh while you can,� she thinks, “you’re in for one hell of a shock.�
Charlotte carries the heavy laden tray into the drawing room.
Checking she’s alone, she reaches under her apron and pulls out …
a state of the art video camera.
She places it behind the picture frame and angles it towards the sofa and the chairs ready for Cameron and his cronies.
She’s hoping tonight will provide the images for what she’s certain will be regarded as a genuine journalistic scoop.
Morning breaks over Barkwith Manor.
At the dining table Lord Barkwith, Victoria and Patrick are doing their best impression of upper class civility by mainly ignoring each other and doing their own thing.
Victoria throws herself into the newspaper counting the minutes until she can get her allowance and get out of this oppressive house.
“Urgh,� utters Lord Barkwith, it appears the croissant isn’t to his taste.
“Are you sure these croissants are freshly baked?�
“They taste stale,� he barks.
Victoria’s just had one herself and hers was fine. She knows this game. She’s seen it before. Her step-father’s relentless bullying of the staff.
“Yes sir,� replies Charlotte, knowing full well what he’s trying to do.
Avoiding further conversation on the matter Charlotte instead pours the coffee.
Patrick drinks his coffee. Charlotte braces herself for the inevitable complaint.
And sure enough here it comes. Patrick spits out the coffee into his napkin.
Charlotte thinks this revolting behaviour would be amusing were it not so utterly pathetic. �It’s not nearly hot enough!� he whines.
“That’s not fair Patrick!�
“Oh shut it, you leach!�
“I’ll make a fresh pot right away sir,� says Charlotte sweetly.
Something in the way Charlotte responds to her appalling step-brother is causing Victoria to become suspicious. Is this maid all she’s cracked up to be or could she be something more?
Barely able to hide her rage Charlotte heads for the kitchen but not without a quick detour to the drawing room on the way.
She tightens her lips and does her best to control her anger, knowing how crucially important it is to bide her time.
The evidence is stacking up against the Barkwith men, now it’s just a matter of proving who knew what about what. Charlotte takes the opportunity to nip to the study collect the camera she planted the night before hoping that it will add to the ammunition she’s already preparing to use against them.
As she sets the tray down she hears Cameron grunting behind her. It looks as if he must have passed out on the couch.
Content that he’s out for the count Charlotte proceeds to her camera.
“Something doesn’t quite add up with this new servant Charlotte,� thinks Victoria, “something in the way she spoke to Patrick … curious and curiouser�
She sets off to catch up with and confront the mysterious new maid.
In the drawing room Charlotte is reviewing the footage on the camera.
There's a clear shot of a table loaded with nose candy, all lined up and ready to go.
And sure enough there’s Cameron snorting away the family fortune.
Distracted by the contents of the video Charlotte doesn’t hear Victoria sneak into the room.
“I hope you caught his best side…�
Hearing the voice behind her Charlotte realises the game is up, it’ll be hard to talk her way out of this one. Perhaps the truth will be the best course of action.
“..except,� Victoria continues, “Cameron doesn’t have a good side. I heard him carrying on last night.�
“So who are you? You’re not a servant.�
On the couch Cameron mumbles incoherently in his sleep as he begins to stir.
“You’re right!�
Charlotte tears off her maid’s cap and throws it to the floor.
“I’m a journalist…�
“..not a maid.�
“ And it’s the end of the line for your step-brother. So to speak.�
“What do you mean? You caught him snorting cocaine.�
“That’s not news I’m afraid. Everyone knows about that.�
Charlotte reaches under her apron and pulls out the will.
“Read this.�
“My God Charlotte. All these years!� “You know what this means?�
“I certainly do.�
Charlotte feels particularly excited grasping the flimsy waistband of this spoiled boy's shorts after how rude he has been to her.
She takes a long eyeful of his pert bum as she yanks them down his legs.
He looks so vulnerable lying there fast asleep with his cock and balls tucked between his legs.
Charlotte picks up the ice bucket, now full of cold water.
Cameron stirs as the sound of lapping water gets closer to him.
"Perhaps you'd care to do the honours?"
"Oh yes, this shit has got it coming to him!"
Victoria surveys the naked handsome body of her spoiled step-brother.
The icy water cascades over his naked body.
"Fuck!" he moans piteously.
The women adore seeing the naked brat thrashing about in pain and confusion.
Cameron leaps up out of his seat.
“What the fuck are you doing!� he moans dripping naked in front of them.
“What’s the meaning of this!�
“You, both of you, get out of here immediately. And fetch me a dressing gown!�
“There’ll be no dressing gowns for you from now on and no bossing people about either.�
The women's hearts are racing feeling terrifically empowered by their advantage over this spoiled vain man.
Cameron stares at the document and feels his gut wrench in pain. Suddenly he feels very naked and defenceless indeed!
The women are beaming and victorious having delivered the news to spoiled heir Cameron that his vast fortune rightfully belongs to Victoria. It feels all the better telling him this when he's stark naked. Victoria now knows that if she wanted to she could throw him out of the house without a stitch on his body and let him suffer naked in the streets. But she wants to enjoy her power over him.
“So you found it you dirty little sneak," spits Cameron, "I knew father shouldn’t get so close to you.�
Outraged at the way he's speaking to Victoria, Charlotte can't help but berate him. “You have absolutely NO shame!�
“I discovered Victoria’s mother’s will hidden away in your father’s files…�
“…never to be discovered.�
“It’s time you tasted a bit of what poor Victoria here’s had to put up with.�
He looks at her with continued distain, what could this fucking servant ever do to him?
They watch Charlotte with a look of puzzlement as she returns to them.
Then suddenly it all becomes clear to Victoria, she knows exactly where this is heading.
“I’ll be taking that,� she says snatching the will from his clammy hands.
Cameron can’t believe that his step-sister would dare act this way towards him. The audacity!
Without warning Charlotte grabs his hands and binds them behind his back.
Cameron struggles against the binds but Charlotte's too quick and too strong for him.
He winces as she expertly ties his hands together tightly.
Charlotte drags the shell-shocked heir across the room…
… to within reach of the poker, which she grabs and raises with real intent.
Charlotte shoves his head forward and downwards.
Charlotte aims the poker at his arse and lets swing.
Thwack!
“Ahh!� he cries, to the amusement of Victoria.
The poker whistles through the air as it is propelled towards Cameron’s tender behind.
Crack! The poker hits sweetly against both cheeks.
Cameron grimaces and lets out a pathetic whimper.
Victoria decides to get in the action by giving her errant step-brother’s balls a gentle kick…
…while Charlotte continues to give his arse a beating.
No one has ever EVER treated him like this.
Charlotte’s sheer delight is plain to see as she unleashes all of her frustrations of her time spent at Barkwith Manor on the deserving Cameron.
Smack!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagghh,� he cries, “you fucking bitches!�
His insults just fuel Charlotte’s controlled aggression as she swings the poker back for another shot at his tender backside.
The hard metal slams against his ass causing him to cry out in agony.
Victoria is revelling in her new found power. The injustices done to her must be paid for.
Every inch of his naked body is covered in humiliation pinned between these two women he considers beneath him.
Charlotte gazes at his perfect privileged bottom and wants badly to leave a mark upon it.
Victoria's foot lands firmly into his proud manhood, sending a spasm of gut-wrenching pain throughout his body.
“Take that!�
Thwack!
He fights to hold back the tears as his pride is being irretrievably smeared by these women who have taken control of him.
The repeated blows to his backside begin to sting fiercely. He's never known such humiliating pain.
Here in the palatial mansion, he's made to feel like a small insignificant thing next to these two strong women who have taken control of him.
A glance from Victoria tells Charlotte that this part of their punishment is over and that it’s time to move onto the next phase.
Charlotte returns the poker to the stand; and she knows just what to do next.
Cameron sees Charlotte approaching with the cushion and trembles with fear. What the hell is she going to do now? To his relief she just throws it to the ground.
“Now you are going to do something for us!�
“You are going to produce for us some of your blue-blood spunk!�
She unceromoniously throws Cameron to the ground.
The women are vibrantly alive with their new-found power over this spoiled handsome rich boy.
Cameron feels incredibly weak and defenceless staring up at the women towering over him, every part of his body aching from the beating he just received. This must be the lowest point of his life.
Cameron was the pride of the household, the privileged elder son of a long and distinguished line of blue bloods. And, in one swift mood, a woman who he thought was only a lowly maid has turned him into a grovelling naked slave. Far too accustomed to the plush cozy life of the wealthy, the thought of being thrown out to the filthy streets fills him with dread. He's willing to do anything the women say.
“Come on,� encourages Victoria, “wank for us.�
Humiliated and feeling powerless to do anything but whatever she orders Cameron begins stroking his cock.
The ladies laugh at how easily they’ve broken him.
He feels himself naked and utterly exposed with the confident clothed women towering over him.
He pumps his fist hard around his stiffening penis.
To think that he's been raised to rule as a member of the most privileged upper-class and now he's been reduced to laying on the floor abusing his cock in such a pathetic state.
He feels the humiliation in every pore of his body with his cock thickening in his hand as he strokes it.
His handsome naked body is working as the rich boy expends every inch of himself to please the women.
He shuts his eyes tight, trying to will himself back to a point when he ruled the household and the women in it.
His cock is standing up hard and proud before the women's eager eyes.
He feels a hot rush through his body and he knows he cannot stop from ejaculating all over himself.
An enormous pearly stream of cum explodes onto his body.
Spent he lies back and tries to reconcile the mixed emotions he’s experiencing. The shame of masturbating so publicly and the intense thrill he feels doing it in front of Victoria and the maid.
“Now,� insists Charlotte, “you will kiss Victoria’s shoes.�
Cameron can’t believe how low he's sunk in such a short time. From heir-apparent to lying covered in his own cum being told to lick the well-worn shoes of his step-sister.
Accepting that this is how things are going to be from now on. Cameron clambers onto his knees.
He can taste the grit and dirt from when Victoria took an early morning stroll in the garden.
His senses are overwhelmed with the heady scent of her feet.
He's horrifyingly aware of how exposed and ridiculous he must look bent over with his arse up in the air.
The women chuckle as they stare down at his slightly parted buttock and his spent cock hanging uselessly between his legs.
The women are radiant with a feeling of power and dominance. The favoured son of the family naked at their feet is only the beginning.
They re-enter the dining room spying the immensely spoiled son of the family happily enjoying a late morning breakfast.
“Ahem,� says Patrick none-to-subtly to try and get Charlotte’s attention.
“Where the hell have YOU been?� he booms.
“I had to get this old bag to serve us....�
The faithful housekeeper is stung by his cruel words, but she knows to keep her mouth shut or she'll be in trouble with the master of the house.
“… you useless cow. You’re fired!�
Victoria looks at Charlotte aghast. Her step-brother can be such an insufferable prick.
Patrick sits smugly expecting his sibling to back him up; to roll over and say nothing like she always does.
But has Victoria got news for him.
Patrick stares at the stupid maid who hasn’t even had the good grace to leave the room yet. He thinks Victoria is moving to stand by his side and confirm his decision.
“Not so fast Patrick,� Victoria whispers unnervingly sending a shiver down his spine.
Mrs Perkins is startled by Victoria's sudden inappropriateness and the sight of the young lad's smooth chest.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Stop them Perkins!"
Mrs Perkins keeps her place, eyes drawn to the boxers she ironed herself.
Victoria seizes him and holds the little prince in place while Charlotte grabs for his jewels.
The young master of the house often lounges around in his pants, teasingly showing off his fit muscular body to the female staff and his step-sister Victoria. He'll lounge on the couch displaying his prominent bulge or wiggle his arse at Mrs Perkins as he dismissingly passes her by. He spends hours a day exercising his body to give it a nicely defined shape, then enjoys casually taunting women with it knowing that they are all beneath him and no one can have him.
Victoria surprises the young lad with her strength, gagging him with one hand and holding firm his trim muscular body with the other. Charlotte lays a hand possessively on his body, exploring the smooth rich surface of it. It's time this boy learned some humility.
Shocked and frightened, Patrick shows that despite his confidence he is actually too meek to fight the women's sudden sexual assault.
A surprised Mrs Perkins looks on hungrily as she watches the young master's privates being handled over his expensive pink pants. How often she's dreamed of doing the same thing!
Charlotte and Victoria share a quick glance at each other while Charlotte deliberately slides her hand down the front pouch of his boxers stroking his cock.
His dick twitches and begins to grow under her confident grasp. Although, he is disgusted at being handled by a member of the working class.
Mrs Perkin's eyes widen as she sees Charlotte going for his pants. His eyes widen in fear. She wouldn't dare, would she?!?!
Patrick whimpers pathetically, paralyzed by his shock and fear.
His cock spills into view.
Charlotte takes a good eyeful of the rich boy's lengthy young cock.
Mrs Perkins may be enjoying this display and Patrick most definitely deserves what he gets. But she fears the consequences that will come later. “I don’t think that’s right Miss. Poor master Patrick, Gosh!�
Patrick moans and whimpers while in Victoria's hands desperately wanting the stoutly servant to come to his rescue.
The women ignore her and stick to their important agenda.
Charlotte pinches and twists then sensitive end of his cock feeling it stiffen within her grip.
She feels the weight of it against her palm.
She toys with his balls making his cock stand to attention.
Patrick moans in terror as he feels his genitals manipulated by this filthy common maid. The girls enjoy his noises of pain and disgust.
Patrick's cock continues swelling under Charlotte's firm feminine grasp.
Victoria is revelling in keeping her nasty step brother silent. For years he's teased and taunted her always making her feel like the poor relation. And now finally it is she who has the upper hand.
Charlotte grasps his nipple while stroking his achingly hard cock.
This privileged spoiled brat is the cream of the crop and now he's all theirs.
"mmmfh" utters Patrick as Charlotte expertly pumps his cock.
“What do you think we should do with him Charlotte, how can he earn his keep?�
“Prostitute him.�
“I’m sure there’s a market down in the village for overprivileged toffs.
“Charlotte, that is no way to speak to the master.�
“He’s not a master of the house any more Mrs Perkins. I’m taking over.�
She hands the copy of the will to Mrs Perkins.
Mrs Perkins reads through it scarcely believing the wrongs done to Victoria.
“If we’re going to put him on the game we’d better test him. Wank!� she urges him.
“Goodness. Lady Barkwith left everything to you.� Mrs Perkins exclaims.
“You see Patrick old boy. Victoria now owns everything.�
“She controls your allowance. So you’d better do as she says.�
“Now wank that little appendage of yours as if your life depends on it.�
The women shove the spoilt boy down onto the chair.
Barely holding back tears Patrick begins tugging at his excited todger.
He's aware of the women all staring down at him, these women that he considers so beneath him.
Surrounded by the powerful presence of the women around him it’s not long before he’s fully erect, the powerful urge to cum overtaking him.
After all his snide comments and unpleasant digs the women take full delight in their power over him. He can hear their mocking laughter.
Patrick feels so low and pathetic, a mere toy for these common women's sexual pleasure!
Mrs Perkins' mouth waters staring at his sizeable healthy cock.
Overcome, Patrick violently jerks his dick unable to stop.
He gasps and moans, the intense overwhelming sexual pleasure of being made to ejaculate under these powerful women's command consuming his entire body.
The women gasp and grin willing him to shoot his rich boy spunk just for them.
A pearly stream shoots from his dick before their eyes.
Patrick stares in horror at what he's just done while the women are watching.
The women are triumphant in what they've just made him do.
The sounds of ringing cuts into the moment followed by the booming tones of Lord Barkwith, “Victoria! Come up here immediately.�
He looks desperately up at the woman who now owns him.
"Two down, one to go."
He knows that things truly will never be the same. He's going to have to beg and grovel, perform and humiliate himself for scraps from the now rich and powerful Victoria.
The two young women leave to pay a visit to the Lord himself.
Mrs Perkins has watched the young master grow, become a strong healthy young man who is also spoiled and arrogant.
She strokes the tearful boy delighted that she will now have full power over him with Victoria ruling the house.
"Things are going to be very different now little Patrick."
Lord Barkwith has resided in this manor house for many years. During this time he has maintained absolute control, spoiling his wicked sons and terrorizing the staff. However, the member of the family hes kept on the shortest leash is step-daughter Victoria. Always under the threat of being financially cut off, she's had to return to the mansion on the fierce patriarch's whims, humble herself before his sons and submit to his perverse desires. Until now.
Lord Barkwith paces back and forth across his bedroom. He’s not used to waiting and is not best pleased.
The door creaks open.
“There you are…�
“Let’s start with a good 20 lashes…�
“What the hell have you brought her with you for?!�
Victoria squares up to her step-father, revelling in her new status as the head of the Barkwith Family.
“What’s the meaning of this?�
The women enjoy watching this once powerful man reduced to mere bluster.
With a smirk, “Oh I thought Charlotte could do it today.�
“What?!� There’s no way Charlotte is being a victim for anyone.
“What?!! A servant! She isn’t fit to look me in the eye.�
Even though Charlotte knows she’s better than that, his cruel words still sting but she will have her revenge.
“Get back to the kitchen with you!�
“Not so fast, Daddy.� she spits the final word venomously.
“Victoria what the hell has got into you? This is my house and while you're under my roof you'll live by my rules. I won't have you talking to me like that, especially not in front of the servants.�
Victoria reaches into her pocket…
…and pulls out the will Charlotte found hidden in his study.
"What's this..." Lord Barkwith reads through the document unable to believe that this has resurfaced now.
He'd never expected this to turn up in a million years. He'd almost forgotten it ever existed.
But now, seeing it in black and white, the truth of it all is coming flooding back to him.
Charlotte feels a buzz of excitement as all her hard work over the last few months has led to this moment… the dethroning of the corrupt Lord Barkwith.
“So, Daddy dearest…�
“…pretty clear isn’t it?�
“I’ve already had it checked over …�
“… by a lawyer,� says Charlotte oozing with authority.
Victoria spies the carpet beater resting on the antique chair – her antique chair, in her stately home.
“Trousers down and over the bed…�
“… Charlotte?� she offers the beater to her new friend, "Care to do the honours?"
"Absolutely."
Victoria snatches back the will and glares at her step-father. For years he’s kept her down and treated her like a second class citizen in her own home; well now, the worm has truly turned.
Lord Barkwith feels a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. For the first time in his life he's not the one in control. Even with his money problems in the past he could find a way around them but now he knows that his life belongs to Lady Victoria.
With difficulty he unbuttons his trousers, his hands trembling with the gut-wrenching realisation that life will never be the same.
“Don’t be coy,� chastises Victoria, “this isn’t the first time and you know it!�
Charlotte’s slightly puzzled and a little disturbed by this statement.
Lord Barkwith scrunches up his shirt to allow the women full access to his arse.
She strides to the head of the bed. “Uh huh, everything off.�
“Everything!�
“After all I’ve done for you,� he pleads.
Victoria thinks about all he's done for her and quickly comes to a decision. "Take your damn clothes off!" she commands.
Barkwith's time as lord of the manor has finally come to an end. Victoria will control everything in the household from now on, especially her sponging male relatives who will have to do exactly as she says if they don't want to be impoverished. The confident, clever woman is radiant with her newfound power and eager to teach the grand patriarch himself exactly who is boss.
Lord Barkwith meekly looks over at his step-daughter. She's finally caught him and knows the family fortune rightfully belongs to her.
It's painfully, torturously humiliating to strip down at her command exposing his proud genitals.
And in front of the staff as well! A woman who until a few minutes ago he didn't consider worthy to wipe his boots clean.
Staring at him, checking out his worth, evaluating his penis and balls with her cruel judging eyes.
He feels how low he's sunk in every inch of his body, exposing himself before these beautiful strong women.
Charlotte looks down at his cock amused to see how it differs from his sons.
Charlotte doesn’t flinch while watching him painfully peel a layer off at a time. She knows who’s boss now and she needs him to realise it too.
Unable to cope with Charlotte’s intensity he looks to Victoria whom he’s kept under his ruthless control for years …
…but to no avail. She’s stronger than he is now.
He can feel their stare scanning up and down his naked body, evaluating every bare inch of him.
Charlotte ushers him back into position. He murmors something in response but she ignores him. He’s had his say for way too long already.
From now on he’s going to learn to keep his trap shut.
He can barely breathe as he knows his deepest darkest secret is about to be revealed to the maid.
As he bends over the bed Charlotte notices that his ass is heavily marked with welts already.
“You see what a pervert he is. He makes me spank him.�
“Oh…� Charlotte realises the false assumption she made earlier.
She’d assumed that Victoria had been on the end of the spanking.
Now she can see things for how they really are.
She feels for Victoria being made to do such a thing.
She can remember his chilling words so clearly. “I think 20 more would be in order. Don’t you?
She’s even more appalled now than when she was standing outside of the room hearing it all.
But now she knows everything.
She eyes up his recently spanked behind and realises she’s got to make this so there’s no way he can get any cheap sexual thrill out of it.
“A pervert eh? It’s time we moved on from just spanking.�
Charlotte’s swings the beater with all the strength she can muster.
It hums as it sweeps through the air.
Thwack!
Aggressively she swings again.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah�
Again and again she strikes at his arse, bit by bit knocking away any dignity or power he once had.
Ahhhh, no. No. No,� he cries pathetically.
“Ow! Stop!�
“Please anything, just stop...�
"Whack!"
He's a pathetic waste of a man, a tiresome toy for these graceful feminine women to beat and mock as they wish!
Every hit drives into him what is to now be his permanent position in the household, a slave to the women.
"Urgh," he grimaces through gritted teeth.
Charlotte rests the makeshift paddle. She’s had an idea that’ll make this day complete.
“Now,� she says, “Let’s get the boys up and have a ball.�
Victoria loves the way Charlotte’s mind works. What a marvellous idea.
The women share a glance communicating a million filthy ideas. Lord Barkwith is now a cowering bruised naked lump between them who has been completely defeated.
The privileged male sons of the Barkwith family cannot properly learn their position in the household until they witness the one they recognize as the authority figure put in his place. Lady Victoria wants the household staff to be present as well so that its clear once and for all which WOMAN is now in charge.
The two brothers sob uncontrollably, their legs shaking and their eyes stinging with tears.
The sight before them, so unimaginable, so unlikely and yet all too real.
Lady Victoria glances at her weak step-siblings; her presence a constant reminder to them of what they’ve lost and how privileged they are to be allowed to remain at the house.
On the bed Lord Barkwith lies motionless, the stockings keeping him from screaming out.
She smiles at her co-conspirators. Time to up the ante.
Mrs Perkins hands the peculiar device to Victoria. She has no idea what it’s for and is eager to see what her ladyship is going to do.
Lady Victoria, the heiress to the entire Barkwith fortune examines the object with glee.
Victoria feels what power this strap-on holds. She threads the straps between her hands. Mrs Perkins can't stop glancing with pleasure at the naked young masters snivelling in the corner.
She’s been fucked over by her step father so many times this seems only fair.
Lord Barkwith can see his beautiful young step-daughter towering above him threateningly with the device around her waist.
Commandingly, she hoists the man's legs up in the air leaving him completely exposed.
She directs the hard strap-on directly at his tiny asshole. The boys in the corner bow their heads unable to watch the unimaginable shame of it.
He grunts and whines under his gag in protest, pleading for her not to do this to him.
Lady Victoria relishes pushing the blunt instrument into his tender rectum.
Without warning, she plunges it into him wrenching his asshole open.
Barkwith screams under his gag, a fiendish bolt of pain jolting through his entire naked body.
Victoria vigorously fucks him encouraged by his cries of protest.
With each thrust she opens him up a little wider, grinding mercilessly into the pathetic patriarch.
Lord Barkwith writhes in pain as Lady Victoria slams the dildo hard up inside of him.
She stares down at him with authority and anger while screwing him.
The hard fucking is having an effect on Lord Barkwith and instinctively his hand his drawn to his cock. The boys wince and cry, the sound of his moaning too much to bear.
Lady Victoria smiles to see her once proud step-father reduced to his most base-instincts.
“Are you the lord of the manor any more?� She asks him. The shame-faced lads drop their heads unable to bear the answer to this.
“No. No Victoria. I’m not,� he gasps breathlessly.
"So who IS in charge from now on?" she asks between thrusts.
“Aaah, you…�
“You. You are Mistress.�
“Address me with my title,� she demands.
"You, Lady Victoria," he groans.
“Yes. Yes,� he cries; the urge to cum overwhelming him.
The woman are entranced. Mrs Perkins now understand what that device is really for and is very turned on by it.
Utterly ashamed and humiliated as the household watches his degredation, Barkwith strokes his cock until he ejaculates all over himself.
“Yes, thank you Lady. Lady Barkwith.�
He sinks back on the bed, emotionally crushed and physically sore.
The naked men cower now at the strong female presences in the room. This is now the ladies' household.
Six Months Later: the power has shifted entirely towards the women and there are new established rules. The men must be naked at all times. They must come when the women call them and they must follow whatever orders are dictated to them. The men feel as if they've been in servitude for years with aching backs and the sore cocks and arses they've received as punishment for poor behaviour. Word is spreading far and wide throughout the affluent countryside about the new order in this stately, historic mansion. Memories of the Barkwith men's reign over the premises are now nothing more than a distant, quickly dissolving memory.
It's morning and breakfast is almost ready.
“Where is that good for nothing boy?�
She rings the bell to summon him ... again.
Patrick pushes the door to, breathless having sprinted down here to the kitchen. He knows he should have got here far sooner.
“Where have you been?� she demands.
“Her ladyship wanted a massage Ma’am,� he says meekly.
“Well take this in right away to Miss Charlotte …�
“… before it goes cold,� she adds. “Yes Maam,� he mumbles.
“Wait a moment,� she calls. Patrick gulps, as he knows what’s coming.
She raises the spatula. Patrick nervously places the omelette safely on the side. There’d be real hell to pay if he dropped the Mistresses’ breakfast.
He knows what to do. This has become a regular part of his life since his father was deposed as head of the house hold. “Come along,� says Mrs Perkins, hurrying him up, “assume the position.�
No matter how many times he's disciplined, the humiliation never decreases for the proud former rich-boy.
“That’s for your tardiness.�
Thwack!
“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.�
Now a servant to the ladies of the manor, Cameron pours the tea, ensuring it is made just to the mistresses’ liking.
The novelty of having Cameron waiting on their every whim while naked never wears thin for Charlotte or Lady Victoria.
He's aware of his nudity every second that he serves these women and can feel their eyes scanning over his body.
In walks Patrick - finally! And Charlotte does not look best pleased at being made to wait for her breakfast.
Knowing he’s failed them he scuttles across to the mistress, pendulous cock swinging heavily between his legs, his disappointment and worry evident on his face.
“Oh Dear, did Mrs Perkins tell you off for being late?�
Patrick is consumed by shame as Charlotte makes him turn in order to inspect his buttocks.
The women laugh seeing the fresh rosy hue which has covered his firm bottom.
“I told you she would,� she says.
“Oh well my massage comes before your comfort…�
“… Patrick dear,� she adds.
“Go and get some more toast …�
“… before joining your father.�
“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.�
Lady Victoria sighs and gazes skywards. “Mmm, that feels heavenly.�
Lord Barkwith nuzzles into his step-daughter's feet.
…licking each toe and the gaps between each of them until instructed to stop from those above him.
Charlotte sees how much her friend is enjoying the experience and decides it’s time she saw some foot action.
She stretches her feet towards the naked man. “Ahem…�
He immediately begins kissing her feet, it's all he's good for now.
His tongue flicks over her toes, inhaling the scent of them as they haven't been washed since yesterday morning.
“Oooh,� she sighs content with her lot.
She gazes amorously at the heavy penis and balls of the servant boy next to her.
The men's only function is to see to the women's every need now and provide them with a delicious visual pleasure.
She smiles at Lady Victoria glad that through her journalistic endeavors she was able to make a difference to her life.
Barkwith Manor, transformed. Now a place of tranquillity and calm where the women are in control, the men know their place and more importantly are naked. Just as it should be.
Lady Victoria is enjoying a leisurely walk around her estate in the company of Charlotte who is glowing in the wake of her successful series of articles which are now being syndicated around the world.
Charlotte admires how confidently and with what feminine grace Victoria has assumed control of the mansion. This is the position she was born to fill.
“This is the life,� thinks Charlotte, “the one you deserve, the one denied you all those years.�
“Come along boy, heel! she mocks.
The woman drag the leashed naked man after them taking him for his morning exercise.
Smythe looks at his mistresses walking his former master and smiles. It feels natural and freeing to complete his duties while fully naked now.
Lord Barkwith saunters along on his sore knees struggling to keep up with the mistresses.
Charlotte bends to take in the scent of the rose knowing everything she has worked for in her life has brought her to here, where she belongs.
The fallen Lord Barkwith looks on attentively awaiting his next instruction.
Charlotte savours this moment, the culmination of all her efforts.
And facing the press photographer sent from Vida magazine she smiles.
