That night after supper, Chastity and Vivien were in their room, talking about the Master. There was a knock on their door. “Come in,” said Vivien.
Sanford opened the door. “Chastity; the master would like a word with you in his library. Come immediately.”
“But I’m not dressed properly,” she protested.
“No need,” he said. “Hurry along. Do not keep his Lordship waiting.”
“Yes, sir,” she said grabbing her dressing robe.
Vivien gave her a wink and said, “Have fun dearie.” Off she went with Sanford.
Stanford led her up the back stairs used by the servants and straight to the library. Chastity was almost overcome by fear and dread. ‘What is going to happen? Am I to be sacked?’ she wondered, her mind in turmoil.
Sanford held the door open for her and Chastity entered the library. Lord James was sitting in his chair reading, with a glass of Sack, and holding a cheroot. He looked up. “Thank you Sanford. I shan’t need you any more tonight.”
“Yes, Milord,” he said letting the door close behind him.
Setting his book down, he said, “Come here girl. Don’t be shy. Come along.”
She walked over to his chair, very self-conscious of being in her night clothes. She stared down at the exquisite oriental carpet, dreading what was to come.
“Hmm, yes. Chastity, is this your first position?” he asked.
She mumbled, “Yes, Milord.”
“Don’t mumble girl and look at me when you speak. Can’t stand mumbling. A good clear voice will do,” he said. “Now, are you finding it agreeable?”
She looked up. He was smiling which eased her mind. “Yes, Milord.”
“Much better. But you are still reticent with your words. Nervous?” he asked.
“Yes Milord. I am a poor girl and don’t know much about being around people such as yourself.”
He laughed. “Well, my dear, I may be a lord but I’m still a man that puts on his breeches one leg at a time. During the day and around others I would have you treat me with due deference. But in the evening I will, from time to time, ask you to come keep me company. At such times I would have you treat me as a man and I would treat you as a lady. Would you like for a peer of the realm to treat you as a lady?”
“Milord, I don’t know what I should do. I am but sixteen and know nothing of such things,” she said wringing her hands.
Lord James smiled and stubbed out his cigar. He rose, took her hand and bending over kissed it. Chastity flushed. “Milady, there is nothing to be concerned about. I will be your teacher and your champion in this. Let yourself be guided by me.”
Chastity nodded. “Yes, Milord.”
He led her through a door and into his private room. Her eyes fastened on the large bed and her heart was filled with dread. She stopped. Lord James looked back at her. “Now, what’s the matter?” he asked.
She shook her head but no sounds would come.
Lord James recognized the signs. He had a virgin, and a very naive one at that from the looks of it. He smiled to help put her at ease. “Come then,” he said gently pulling her to the side of the great bed. Chastity was nearly paralyzed with apprehension. She stood trembling slightly. “What is it you fear, my dear?” he asked.
“I don’t know, milord.” she answered.
“Yes, I can imagine. There is a French philosopher, a very wise man although a bit of a rogue as well, who wrote a very interesting line you might like. He wrote, ‘It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity when it is the barrier that separates ignorance from knowledge. And like all ignorance, the sooner surmounted the better.’ That’s all it is my dear, ignorance. You need not fear losing that,” he said.
Chastity felt her overpowering fear melt away as she considered what Lord James had said. It could not overcome the prejudices buried so deeply in her at a nonce, but it did free her from the dread that had been overwhelming. She looked up at Lord James. He smiled and, leaning down, brought his lips to hers. They kissed.
It was the first time Chastity had kissed a man. She was puzzled at first. Then the kiss began to feel good, very good. Lord James pulled her against his chest. She felt the soft texture of his silk smoking jacket and the hard muscle under. Strange feelings emerged in her, things never experienced before. He kissed her face and her neck. This brought flutters to her body as if the skin on her neck were connected to her loins which began to smolder. She felt the heat, a new experience for the young girl.
He pushed her night dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Chastity closed her eyes in shame. A man was beholding her undressed. She never expected this to happen. Then she felt his lips on her breast, kissing and nibbling. He took her into his mouth and a surge of sensation flooded her body. The heat in her loins grew. She was lost, unable to understand what was happening to her. Her eyes were shut as delightful sensations poured into her body.
“Let down your hair,” a voice commanded.
Chastity opened her eyes to see Lord James disrobing. She pulled the pins from her hair. Her golden mane cascaded down over her back. She stood, nervously watching, as her master finished removing his clothing.
He began kissing her again and she was quickly engulfed by the pleasure. Lord James pulled her onto the bed with him, kissing ever lower until he spread her legs and lay between them. He was staring at her womanhood. Chastity was at a complete loss. ‘Why would he do this?’ she wondered.
He leaned forward and brought his mouth to her sex. She gasped at the sudden intense pleasure pouring forth from her middle. His lips and tongue ceaselessly laved her sex, exciting her body in ways she didn’t even know existed.
Chastity was overcome by the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Gone were the doubts and worries, the conflicts of pleasure and shame. Pleasure had won the field this night. Her body seemed aflame. His lips and tongue driving her ever higher, peaking her pleasure until, like a dam under too great a press of water, it finally burst releasing a torrent, her own pleasure burst, cascading through her body. Chastity sounded great moans as she quivered and thrashed. Again and again, the waves of her pleasure crashed. She had never known such feelings. Then, almost as suddenly as it had come her pleasure ebbed. Her breath coming in ragged bursts, she buckled and lay limply, like a straw doll with half the straw out.
Lord James smiled as he watched the girl. He was pleased that she had gotten such pleasure from him. It would make the coming intercourse so much easier. A girl’s first time was fraught with such significance. She was ready. He rose up and moved over the prone girl. He settled between her legs, now lying spread and inviting. He positioned his staff at her opening and moved it around in her womanhood. It slid and slipped and quickly was coated with her spendings. Chastity felt it, and opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, a smile on his face.
“I think you enjoyed, Chastity,” he said.
“Yes, milord. I did not know,” she said.
His staff found her opening and he pushed just enough to seat it there. “Now, is the time for you to pass from your girlish ways and become a woman,” he said. He pushed forward feeling her open to his advance. There was a moment of resistance. He pushed just a bit harder and felt it part for him. Chastity was still in the grip of the pleasing lassitude from her own pleasure and was content to let Lord James have her. But the advance of his staff through her maidenhead sent a sharp pain and Chastity yelped. He waited for a moment to let her again relax, and when she did, he continued his conquest of her, driving his staff fully into her.
Chastity, still reeling from her earlier pleasure was assaulted by new and even more intense waves of pleasure. Lord James rubbed his hips around her, his staff rubbing at her pleasure points. The earlier pleasure had been almost overwhelming but it was only half of what she now felt. Now she knew what it was to be taken by a man, possessed by him fully, filled with him. It was Heaven.
Lord James began a slow steady rhythm, his mighty shaft moving in her like the piston of the new railway carriages, driving deep and causing a burst of sparks in Chastity’s head like the sparks thrown from those great engines. Like one of those untiring engines, Lord James plunged and withdrew from her giving her greater and greater pleasure. She felt the pressures building in her loins, pressure that must be released, building inexorably towards the explosion. It was coming and would not be denied. Chastity felt her body tense like a string on a viol, vibrating in tune with his stroking into her. The same feeling washed over her as had before, but more intense and pleasurable. She gripped the duvet that they lay upon, her fingers clenching the fabric as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Chastity moaned and screamed in sheer delight.
Lord James was close himself and when he felt Chastity’s womanhood ripple and grasp at his staff he loosed his own peak. He felt his spendings burst forth from his sack and pulse into the girl below him. He felt her awash in his juices and moaned in pleasure, “I am spending. I am spending into you.”
Lord James slowed his thrusts, then stopped, his shaft fully impaled in the girl. It quickly lost vigor and slipped from her no longer maiden chamber. He fell to the side, his hands caressing the girl. Her eyes opened and she focused on her surroundings. Chastity was astounded by what had just occurred. She never imagined that sex had such power. She lay quiet, enjoying the feeling of the soft caresses, in a gentle lassitude. Neither one need say a word. They lay like that some time.
Finally, Lord James roused himself. “My dear girl that was a very great pleasure.”
“Indeed milord. I’ve never imagined a feeling like that,” she said.
“I do not mean to be a cad, but you should return to your chamber so as not to rouse talk,” he said, politely dismissing her.
“Yes milord.” Chastity unsteadily rose from his bed and dressed. She excused herself and quietly slipped from his room. He was asleep already.
Chastity returned to her room. It was quite late as she opened the door of the room and crawled into her bed. Her mind was dazed by what had occurred. She felt sore and abused. At the same time a great indolence wrapped her in its embrace, an agreeable lassitude and remembrance of the pleasure she had felt in Lord James’ arms.
Vivien had awakened. “How was it?”
“What?” Chastity asked, startled.
“Come now. I saw you walking a bit gingerly. Right-o. So, did the master do his duty?” Vivien asked sitting up in her bed.
Chastity blushed, thankful it was dark so that Vivien could not see. “I cannot speak of it.”
“Oh, none of that. I told you about Dorrie and the Bishop and me, didn’t I? Can’t be more discomforting than that, I warrant. Come on, then. Tell me what happened,” Vivien scolded.
Chastity lay back on the bed and began, haltingly, telling of the evening. Vivien interrupted a few times always begging for more detail. When Chastity described how she had climaxed, and again, Vivien burst out. “Two times! You reached twice on your first try. Gad girl. You must be a natural. Took me several tries before I was able to reach it. Lucky girl.” Vivien fell back onto her bed. “I bet you will quickly be the master’s favorite. Men love to know they’ve pleased a woman. Makes them feel more masterful, I warrant.”
Chastity lay in her bed, her mind a whirl. Lucky? How could Vivien believe her lucky? She had just lost her virtue and could never regain it. Her life was ruined. What man would have her now that she was despoiled? She cried herself to sleep.
The next day, Chastity was a bundle of nerves nearly swooning when she heard steps come up behind her. It was Sanford telling her that the master had commented favorably and was pleased with her. She should be content that her position seemed secure as long as she continued being satisfactory.
At noon, she found out that the master was riding the hounds today and wouldn’t be back until late. She hurried cleaning his rooms and spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze trying to clean. She met Vivien in the game room. Vivien was in her usual high spirits and Chastity attempted to be as well.
Supper came and went and Chastity and Vivien retired to their small room. Vivien was all on about the latest manor gossip. One of the liverymen had been caught in a delicate situation in the laundry room with one of the downstairs maids. Luckily, Sanford had not learned of it. Everyone was all a twitter with the possible consequences.
Vivien wound down and the girls blew out their candles. Chastity lay awake waiting for the knock. It never came.
Tired, Chastity ascended the stairs to begin the day. The work was difficult in her drained state. Again, she met no one but Vivien as she cleaned the rooms. At supper, she was quiet and she retired immediately. She fell on her bed and was asleep.
The knock awoke her from a deep slumber. Sanford opened the door. “Chastity?”
“What?” she mumbled.
“The master awaits your presence.”
“No,” she mumbled. “Tired.”
Sanford entered the room and shook Chastity finally rousing her from her half sleep state. “Yes,” Sanford commanded. “Get up girl.”
“Oh. Sanford,” she said.
“Come girl. Rouse yourself or we’ll all be looking for new positions,” he said.
Frightened, Chastity got up and wrapped her night robe around her. Sanford led her up to the library. Lord James was waiting playing a game of billiards. Sanford closed the door behind as he left. “Ever play?” Lord James asked.
“No, milord,” she answered.
“Come on then. Give it a try,” he said. He quickly explained the game and handed her a cue. He had her lean over and explained how to hold the cue. His hands on hers, he helped her take several shots. She felt his masculine presence in her entire body and it reacted. She felt the excitement building even as the fear receded. His body was warm and hard against hers. She finally knocked one of the balls well. She squealed with delight.
“Excellent shot, Chastity,” he said. “We’ll make a player of you.”
She threw her arms around his neck, “Thank you, milord.” They froze, Chastity looking up into his eyes which blazed with desire. She suddenly felt vulnerable and yet, strangely desirous as well. He bent his head down and they were kissing.
The same passions quickly heated Chastity. The kiss touched off a flood of desire, desire to once again experience the ecstasy of the first night. Her body wanted it again and her mind willingly complied.
Lord James pushed her wrap off her shoulders and bent down to take a teat into his mouth, laving it and sucking on her hard nubbin. It seemed connected directly to her loins; she felt the warmth of passion between her legs as she became moist.
He pushed her back against the gaming table, lifting her legs so that she tottered on the lip of the table, her legs around his head. Once again, he buried himself between her legs. Once again, Chastity climbed the hill of passion. Her loins were flooded with her juices when Lord James stood and took her hand causing her to stand.
“Turn round girl,” he said.
Confused, Chastity did so. He had her bend forward and lay upon the table, presenting her small behind to him. She heard the sound of clothes rustling. Then she felt his hands spreading her legs and something pushing against her. It slipped between her folds and found her opening, sliding into her welcoming chamber. Unlike the first time, there was no discomfort in the penetration, just pleasure as she felt herself filled with him.
Lord James began his rolling dance of passion as Chastity thought, ‘This must be the way he took Vivien when the Bishop was here.’ She began to see why Vivien had felt pleasure as well. Her loins were afire with it.
Her hands convulsively flexed on the soft green velvet of the table. It felt so wonderful, to be filled again and again by his staff. It kneaded just the right places to fill her body with pleasure. Chastity moaned her delight.
Lord James sped his motions, pounding into the girl before him. He was groaning and his breath came in ragged gasps. He held her tight and pummeled her with his manhood. He felt his own peak approach, and cried out in his pleasure as he again filled the willing girl.
Chastity felt the burst of warmth in her loins and it lifted her to her peak. A warm glow filled her with the same gentle lassitude. It was different than the first time, softer and yet as pleasurable. Now she understood what Vivien meant by ‘getting a little one.’ Chastity had just had a little one. But it was quite nice as well.
Lord James’ cock slipped from her and he fell into his chair. Chastity lay on the table for a minute or so, before standing and turning. She saw the master in his chair, a smile on his face.
“Chastity, my girl. You are special,” he said.
“Thank you milord.” She went to his chair and kissed him. “I suppose I should excuse myself.”
“That is well. I shall see you tomorrow,” he said.
Chastity gathered her things before retiring from the game room. She dressed before returning to her room.
She wasn’t allowed to sleep until Vivien had all of the news.
And so the mold was set. Every few days the Master would call her upstairs. Sometimes they might play at billiards or another game before retiring to his bedroom. Sometimes it would be passionate intercourse with no preliminaries. Every time, Chastity learned more of this new craft, satisfying a man. Lord James continued to be a discriminating and thoughtful lover. During the day, he continued treating her as he would any member of the household, unless no one was looking. Then he might give her a wink and a little smile she knew was just for her. She always felt a warm glow on those occasions.
On Sundays, Bob would always be waiting with a basket. On days when it was raining the two would eat under the blacksmith’s shed. The fire from his furnace keeping them warm. Bob was becoming more familiar and finally worked up his courage to try a kiss. Chastity resisted the first time, but the next week she allowed this intimacy. But nothing more for she was a proper girl and made certain that Bob was aware. She intended to live up to her name. Bob Roe was also aware of his rising needs but respected Chastity as a good woman who protected her virtue.
One day she was cleaning the game room with Vivien. They heard steps and Vivien disappeared to her rooms. Hyde came into the room. He seemed surprised to see Chastity. “Oh it’s you,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said continuing to clean the room.
“Take a moment,” he said.
Chastity turned away from her cleaning. He came to her. “You know Chastity you are quite an attractive woman,” he said.
“Thank you, sir.” Chastity felt confident talking with young master Hyde now.
Hyde smiled and put his hand up to touch her hair. “Do you know where your father is?” she asked.
He released her hair as if stung. “Bollocks,” he said looking over his shoulder. He turned back and composed himself, finally smiling. “All right girl. I understand. But someday he’ll tire of you as he has tired of all of the others. Seems as though Father is always in pursuit of the new and unusual. Maybe the perfect is what he seeks. In any case, he never finds it. Then my little dove I will still be here. Remember that, I will still be here.” He turned and left the library.
That night Chastity unburdened her cares to Vivien. “Oh, girl. Don’t worry about Master Hyde. He’s just got a little of the green. He always has it for milord’s favorite. First time you and he do it he’ll forget all about his envy. He’ll be eating from your hand like a love bird. And remember, it won’t take him long,” she said laughing.
A week later, Lord James and Master Hyde left for London. Lord James was quite petulant at having to leave the country. He snapped at Chastity and Sanford, apologizing to them both afterwards for his brutish behavior.
That night Chastity asked Vivien, “What happens now?”
“You mean because the master’s gone and you won’t be called upstairs?” Vivien asked with a smirk.
“No, of course it is nothing like that,” she blushed. “But he is gone.”
“Well, you can do as the older women round here do.” Vivien said.
“What is that?” Chastity asked.
“Well, you know about the spinsters, right? And kissing in the French way?” Vivien asked.
“Spinsters are single women who have not been lucky enough to have a man propose marriage,” Chastity said. “Do the French kiss in some unusual way?”
“Come girl, don’t you know anything?” Vivien asked exasperated.
“I would guess not. I am beginning to believe I do not know anything,” Chastity said.
Vivien laughed and Chastity joined in. “That’s better. Getting a bit too serious it was,” Vivien said. “About the spinsters, lots of the older ladies round here do it. I’ve heard ‘em myself at night. I recognize the sound, I do. Well, I’ve got to admit having partaken a few times myself. I mean, when Hyde gets to you. He might get your heat up a bit but he totally incapable of quenching the fire. If you get my drift. Poor sod is done too quick, he is. One time, I was really feeling badly that he left me that way and one of the older ladies took me aside and showed me how it’s done. Had me return the favor. So on those times when the fire is smoldering I’ve done the spinster thing. Not bad. Not as good as his Lordship, but not bad either.”
“How do you do the spinster thing?” Chastity asked.
“Would you like me to show you?” Vivien asked smiling.
“I suppose.”
“Good. First we both get out of our nightclothes,” Vivien said starting to remove hers.
“Vivien,” Chastity scolded her. “We can’t do that.”
Chastity pulled her night gown off and laid it on her bed. She joined Vivien on the bed. Vivien leant over and kissed Chastity who pulled back in shock. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you the spinster thing. Now, just go along. I promise you’ll enjoy it,” Vivien said. She pulled Chastity into another kiss. It felt alien to Chastity, to be kissing a woman. But that quickly passed. Soon she was kissing and didn’t even notice that it was a woman.
Vivien pushed Chastity back on the bed and lowered herself between Chastity’s legs. Chastity was shocked. That is what Lord James did. “What are you doing?”
Vivien looked up with a smile on her face, “It’s kissing in the French way.”
“He did that,” Chastity said.
“It felt good too, didn’t it?” Vivien asked.
“Yes,” Chastity said quietly. “I didn’t know that women did this as well.”
Vivien bent forward and brought her mouth to Chastity’s sex. Once again, Chastity found herself suffused with pleasure as Vivien laved her womanhood with mouth, lips, and tongue. Chastity noted a difference. With his Lordship, it was a bit rougher and demanding. Vivien’s ministrations were softer and gentler; they allowed Chastity to float towards her peak. And she did. Higher and higher Chastity rose on these wings of pleasure until all else faded and all that remained was pleasure, pure pleasure. She crested the peak and gently floated down the other side. Unlike his lordship, Vivien hadn’t stopped the moment of her peak but had continued kissing her, softer and slowly allowing Chastity to float down as gently as a feather.
She opened her eyes, “Oh my,” she said.
“Told you, didn’t I?” Vivien said.
“That was so different from when he did it,” Chastity said.
“Well, a woman understands a woman, she does. A man just knows his own way of things.” Vivien came up to lay aside Chastity. “I’d appreciate it if you’d return the favor. It has been a while for me.”
“You want me to...” Chastity halted mid-sentence.
“Please, Chastity. You see, it is quite exciting to make another woman get it as well. I am needing it. You understand?” Vivien asked a pained expression on her face. “I did for you.”
Chastity sat up and looked at Vivien naked on the bed. She had never considered a woman as an object of desire. But certainly, Vivien had done for her. It would seem only proper for her to return the courtesy. “Of course,” Chastity said.
Vivien smiled in relief and lay back, spreading her legs in welcome. “I am looking forward to this,” she said.
Chastity lay between Vivien’s legs looking at her sex. It was but a slit between her folds. She had no idea how to proceed. Vivien saw the perplexed expression and said, “Use your thumbs to open it. You’ll see what to do right enough. You use your tongue and lips both.”
Chastity extended her hands, pushing open Vivien’s sex as instructed. A musky aroma assailed her. It was not unpleasant. ‘If the French can kiss this way, I suppose the English can as well,’ thought Chastity. She could see the opening of Vivien’s sex and put her tongue there. Vivien groaned in pleasure. Chastity remembered the intense pleasure when Lord James moved just above her opening. She saw a hooded bump there and brought her tongue to it. Vivien jumped when her tongue laved the little nub. Chastity giggled but continued her lingual pressure on the bud. Vivien moaned and grasped the bed, her hips rising from the bed to push against Chastity. Chastity found a rhythm to her ministrations as Vivien rose higher on her own wings of pleasure. An oily liquid poured from Vivien’s sex. Chastity was especially fascinated witnessing what she had felt herself experience. Vivien’s entire body tensed and seemed to vibrate as she crested. Chastity slowed her attentions to Vivien’s sex letting her gradually return to this earthly plane.
Finally, Chastity stopped and moved up next to Vivien. She was pleased with the look of satisfaction on Vivien’s face. Chastity had brought her friend great pleasure.
Vivien opened her eyes. “Oh my. That was delightful.”
“I am glad,” Chastity said. “It was for me as well.”
Vivien pulled Chastity down for a kiss.
“Let up push the beds together tonight,” Vivien said. The girls donned their nightclothes and pushed the beds together.
They lay in their beds, gently touching each other as they floated off to sleep.
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