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Upstairs Downstairs Pt2: Femdom Fiction

Lady Perves hosts a monthly salon for her society friends. It’s an opportunity for this upper-class group of refined ladies to meet and gossip. Few are spared the caustic comments of their vituperative tongues. Serving these ladies is an all-encompassing task for the downstairs house staff, service which often goes beyond the normal house duties…..
Continued from Pt1 here

Act III
Harold licked Lady Prude’s foot feverishly, aware that his lowly status in the household needed to be reinforced by the exercise of such duties.
“As you can see ladies, he’s proving to be a much better footman man than the previous one. He still has some way to go, but he certainly shows promise,” opined Lady Perves.
Harold gagged as Lady Prude’s placed her foot in his mouth, and he tried to take as much of it as he possible could. Eventually and seeming satisfied she withdrew it, and Harold was allowed back on his feet from his kneeling position.

As he stood, Lady Perves gasped. “Now what is this abomination that we are looking at? Harold, have you any respect for the decorum of my salon?”
Harold bowed his head in shame, all too aware of how his physical excitement had let him down, his failure to control this excitement now mocking him as it stood erect behind the folds of his trousers, plain for all to see.
“This has to be addressed here and now. Don’t you agree ladies.” Lady Perves guests nodded their agreement, anticipation building as to the correction about to take place.
“Take that silver salver from the sideboard and place it here on the coffee table in front of us.”
Harold did as ordered, placing the tray with great care on the table in the middle of the room surrounded by her Ladyship’s guests.
“Well, are you just going to stand there, you urchin. Drop that trousers,” hissed Lady Perves.
Harold undid his buttons, and his trousers fell to the floor. “Now do the same with those britches,” commanded his owner.
He pushed them down, his cock springing out unashamedly. The ladies gasped in amusement.
“Now, start pleasuring yourself, you unruly vagabond. Do it until you spill your seed onto that salver.”

Harold started rubbing his cock which needed little encouragement, throbbing as it still was from the foot job he had given Lady Prude. In little over a minute, he was at the point of climax, and he groaned as his seed spurted onto the silver tray. It proved a bountiful load, the tray catching all of it. The ladies hummed and nodded in approval.
“My you certainly needed emptying didn’t you”, observed Lady Perves. “Now, it’s time for a little late breakfast don’t you think. Lick it all off the tray. I don’t want one drop left.”

Harold knelt to the tray and licked his spilled seed, aware of its taste in his mouth and the ladies cooing their approval around him. With the last drop he knelt back to display a tray with no evidence left of his discharge.
“Now take the tray and have it washed,” commanded Lady Perves.
Harold was at the door when she spoke.
“I have indulged you this morning Harold. I may not be as benevolent the next time.”

Act IV.
“Thomas, fetch the car. You are to go to that place down near the docks and bring back a nice little package for us. You know like the ones you bring back for his Lordship. Oh yes, I know all about those. Don’t look surprised. I know all about his Lordship’s tastes. In fact, I encourage him in some of his pursuits.”
Thomas held his peaked chauffeur’s peaked cap in his hand as he took his Lady’s instruction. “Yes, and when you return, I want you to bring him here and present him to us in person.”
“Yes, m’Lady.”

Thomas brought the young man into the room half an hour later. He had found him with the ease of one used to performing this type of service and had adjudged him suitable for her Ladyship’s needs. He felt a measure of envy toward this man, imagining the use to which he would be put. He knew how these upper-class toffs like to amuse themselves, his Lordship being a case in point. His penchant for men and women seemingly knew few bounds. Before entering his Lordship’s service Thomas had little idea what could be done in the back of a car.

He was less familiar with her Ladyship, though he had heard on the grapevine that she was a person of capaciously corrupt appetites. His one experience of her had been recent, having driven her to a late-night party at the home of a well-known lady of dubious repute. When collecting her Ladyship at the end of the night, she had ordered him into the house to collect her bag. The assortment of people he had encountered had astounded him. Were some of them women or men? And what about the gold painted girl he had seen, with a large cock affixed to her. These people lived in another world.

Now he stood in his Lady’s room, seeming offering them up this man.
“What’s your name, boy”
“Alfred, mam”
“Take your trousers and britches off Alfred.”
Alfred undid his trousers and stepped out of both
“Well Thomas, you have indeed done quite well,” said Lady Perves. The other murmured their approval.
Thomas prepared to take his leave, until his ladyship checked him.
“I didn’t tell you to go, Thomas. No, you see you are part of this little entertainment, well quite a big part of it actually.”
Thomas stood nonplussed by this turn of events.

“Get on your knees in front of Alfred, Thomas. Oh and put on your cap.”
Thomas fought his own natural reluctance as he knelt and place his peaked cap back on his head. The boy’s cock stood inches from his face.
“Start getting that cock excited. Lick it. We want it hard.”
Thomas’s overcame his own shock as he started doing as his Ladyship ordered, moving in and licking the man’s flaccid cock. In no time it reacted and grew hard, rock hard in fact.
“Lick that shaft.”
Thomas ran his tongue up and down the boy’s cock. The ladies gathered around closer, anxious to see this display.
“Now take it in your mouth and suck it.”
Thomas took it in his mouth, his Ladyship’s orders enveloping him and cocooning him in a new level of servitude.
“Suck him until he cums. Bring him to completion”
Thomas sucked the cock, feeling it throb as its excitement gathered, until the warm seed burst into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He withdrew and some of the remnants hit his face.
“Clean it”, ordered Lady Perves
Thomas complied, capturing every drop.
“Yes, that was entertaining, you performed adequately Thomas.”
He stood, waiting to see if he could be of any further need.
“Will that be all, m’Lady?”
“Oh yes, Thomas, I want you to take this card of introduction and invitation to this Hungarian Countess who has moved into Belgravia. I believe her name is Countess Karina. I believe she may be suitable for admittance to our little circle……”
The End?

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