Upstairs Downstairs Pt1: Femdom Fiction

Upstairs Downstairs Pt1: 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…..

Act I.
“Yes, I have heard of this new Hungarian Countess. She’s moved in about a month now. From what I hear there’s a whiff of ill repute about her,” said Lady Perves.
The other ladies in her retinue giggled. “Yes,” Lady Vivienne commented, “I’ve heard she is interested in equestrian pursuits and is quite proficient with a whip. I believe she likes to ride side saddle.”
“Well in that case, we must extend her an invitation,” said Lady Perves. “There’s a young man who entered service downstairs that I’m particularly eager to break, and she sounds like the perfect lady to saddle him. I’ve had my valet do up an invitation for next month’s soiree.”
The other ladies giggled. “Oh, Lady Perves you host the most excellent soirees,” commented Lady Violet.
The door opened and the butler entered. “The morning tea my Lady,” he announced. “Ah yes Slutson, bring it in,” answered Lady Perves.
The tea was duly served to each lady in fine bone china cups. Task completed, the butler was closing the double doors behind him when Lady Perves exclaimed. “Slutson, this tea is a shade cold. What is the meaning of this?” The butler stepped back into the room. “My lady it’s fresh from the pot. But I shall see to refreshing your cups.”
“This is unacceptable Slutson. I can’t be expected to host my friends and have service that is less than exemplary. How do you think it makes me look. Get in here, a lesson need to be learned. I am going to give you something fresh from my pot.”
The butler stepped back into the room. “Lie over there by the wall, head out,” ordered Lady Perves. The butler did as told. Lady Perves stood and moved over towards him. She stood over his prone form, legs either side of his head. You need to be taught a lesson Slutson and my friends need some entertainment. Lady Perves hitched up her voluminous skirt, exposing her drawers. She opened the split in them and bent down over Slutson’s face, her crotch wavering above him. “Open your mouth,” she commanded. The butler duly did as the stream of fresh pee hit his face. Lady Perves moved slightly to target his mouth, the jet of pee finding its mark. The butler’s face jerked for a second as the warm nectar hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed, conscious of the need to imbibe as much as possible. The Lady’s outlay was voluminous, and it was only when it had trickled down to a few last drops that she relented, straightening and letting her drawers slip back into position after drying herself with a handkerchief. “Now that was served at the right temperature,” she intoned. “Yes, m’Lady,” agreed the butler, gingerly getting back onto his feet. The ladies clapped at this exhibition and resumed their positions in their chairs. “Will that be all, m’Lady,” asked Slutson.
“Yes, send up Daisy.”
Yes’ m’Lady”

Act II.
Daisy entered the room, unaccustomed to been called into her Ladyship’s company.
“Ladies, this is the maid I was telling you about, Daisy. Do step over here, Daisy. As you can see, she is a sweet little thing, lithe and very diligent in her duties.”
“Thank you, my Lady,” said Daisy meekly to the apparent approval of the other ladies
“Yes,” continued Lady Perves. “She is very proficient all round, particularly at polishing. She did an excellent job on the silver last week. Isn’t that right, Daisy?”
“Thank you m’Lady, I was only doing my job”, said Daisy humbly.
“Oh, I know that you silly girl. But I want to ask you is polishing his Lordship’s cock part of the job as well?”
Daisy started, blushing severely.
“Yes, I know all about your little arrangement. You see I knew Geoffrey couldn’t keep his hands off a little trollop like you. And you know neither can I. I was hoping he’d take the bait, so that I could get you right into this position. Open that top drawer over there and take out what is in it, you little wench.”
Daisy moved over to the chest of drawers, opened the indicated one, and fumbled inside, taking out its sole content.
“Now I wonder what you could possibly have there.”
Daisy looked down at the brown long thick object in her hand which had a leather harness attached to it. She knew immediately what it represented, and she was beginning to get some intimations of its possible use now.
“I had it specially made. I think we may have to see that in action,” said Lady Perves. “Daisy, hand it to Lady Vivian. She will show you how its use is employed. And get disrobed. We want some suitable mid-morning entertainment.”
Minutes later Daisy stood naked in front of the company. Lady Vivian had donned the device which now stood out erect from her crotch. Daisy was ordered back to the chest of drawers and told to bend over them. Lady Vivian took up position behind her and inserted the device between her legs, searching for the inevitable opening. The rest of the ladies had assembled around them. Daisy moaned as Lady Vivian entered her. Happy with the position, Lady Vivian commenced some tentative thrusts, working up a rhythm to ride the fragile looking nymph. Daisy moaned as she took it while the Ladies looked on approvingly. It lasted for some minutes, before both Lady Vivian and Daisy reached some point of satiation. Lady Vivian withdrew.
Lady Perves ordered Daisy to get dressed but told her to put on the device. This she did and was then ordered to place a table chair in the middle of the room and sit on it. Daisy sat in the chair, with the device sitting upright in her lap. Lady Perves approached her and tied her legs and hands behind the chair with curtain cord. Daisy sat helpless as the ladies sized her up.
“Yes, most fetching,” commented Lady Perves. “Lady Hazel would you like a go.”
Lady Hazel stepped forward, hoisting up her skirt, splitting her drawers as she proceeded to sit on Daisy’s lap. She mounted herself on the device, and started moving up and down it, her graceful limbs moving with easy fluidity. She rode the helpless maid servant with unabashed enthusiasm, to the delight and glee of her friends. The moment of climax was ecstatic. “You delicious little tart,” moaned Lady Hazel, “I must get one like you for myself.”

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