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noonday sun. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
In fact,
I’d forgotten there was a staff. The
chef nodded curtly at me, and went back to chopping vegetables. I sat down
awkwardly on a stool by the counter and wondered what do to next. My stomach
growled.
“May I
make you something, Miss? An omelet? Or perhaps a crepe?”
I smiled
at her. This was all too weird. “Please make me whatever is your favorite.”
She
grinned back, her icy exterior warming at my words. “Right away, Miss.”
We chatted
while she worked, and I soon learned that Katja had worked for Mr. Drake since
he left college, leaving his father’s household for his. When I finally tried
the savory crepe she’d made, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“This may
be the best thing I’ve ever had,” I said, groaning.
The older
woman beamed at me.
“Danke.”
I
attempted to pry information about my sexy and mysterious boss from her between
bites, but she kept her words cheerfully vague. It seemed she didn’t know much
about his personal life at all. He usually sent the staff home early after
they’d prepared dinner, preferring to serve his guests himself.
“Although
he hasn’t brought a beautiful young lady such as yourself home in quite some
time,” she said, her hands on her chef’s apron. “And a shame, too! None of them
have ever complimented my cooking.”
“That’s a
crime,” I said, finishing my last bite and sighing.
“Mr. Drake
should be home any moment. Would you please follow me?”
I jumped
as a gravelly, male voice interrupted our talk. A silver-haired butler stood
behind me, holding a black, wooden box in his hands and looking grave.
“Uh… of
course, Mister…?”
The man
gave a deep bow. “Mr. Daniels, my lady. If you would please follow me?”
I thanked Katja,
and followed him through the winding halls of the house until we were outside
of Mr. Drake’s study, where I’d found him holding my torn shirt the night
before. I tingled with anticipation, wondering when he would appear, and what
he’d do to me in his dungeon when he did.
Mr.
Daniels set the box on a low table by the fire.
“I’ve been
instructed to tell you to please put on the contents of the box, and wait here
for the master’s arrival.”
I nodded,
my pulse thudding in my ears, adrenaline coursing through me. What had he left
me?
“Yes, of
course,” I stuttered. “Thank you very much, Mr. Daniels.”
“Miss.”
He bowed
low again and saw himself out of the room. The door snapped shut behind him.
Curious, I
rushed to open the box. Inside was a crimson garter belt and matching bra, as
well as a couple of devices and a bottle that made me blush. There was also
another note in Mr. Drake’s handwriting.
Wear
these items and nothing else. The black plug goes in back, and the white in
front. I expect you ready and waiting for me, Isabeau. Do not disappoint me.
I stared
down at the box, my mouth hanging open. The idea of being filled completely
intrigued me, but I admit, I was also more than a little nervous. I’d never had
anything in my ass before, and even though the plug before me was small, I
didn’t know how it would feel. Would it hurt?
I slowly
removed my clothes, folding them carefully and setting them aside before
wiggling into the embroidered garter and lacy black stockings. It felt strange
to be wearing all this without panties covering me, but also naughty, leaving
me feeling deliciously exposed. I slipped the bra on, and then picked up the
bottle of lube, biting my lip.
I got on
my knees and took a deep breath, reaching behind me to slide it into position. Here goes nothing.
When the
plug pushed against my pucker, I gasped at the feel of the cold gel, then at
the sensation of my ring of muscle wrapping around it, accepting it into my
body. It stung a little as I adjusted to the tapered silicone inside me, making
me squirm on the carpet. It felt so wrong doing something like this, but the
feeling made
In fact,
I’d forgotten there was a staff. The
chef nodded curtly at me, and went back to chopping vegetables. I sat down
awkwardly on a stool by the counter and wondered what do to next. My stomach
growled.
“May I
make you something, Miss? An omelet? Or perhaps a crepe?”
I smiled
at her. This was all too weird. “Please make me whatever is your favorite.”
She
grinned back, her icy exterior warming at my words. “Right away, Miss.”
We chatted
while she worked, and I soon learned that Katja had worked for Mr. Drake since
he left college, leaving his father’s household for his. When I finally tried
the savory crepe she’d made, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“This may
be the best thing I’ve ever had,” I said, groaning.
The older
woman beamed at me.
“Danke.”
I
attempted to pry information about my sexy and mysterious boss from her between
bites, but she kept her words cheerfully vague. It seemed she didn’t know much
about his personal life at all. He usually sent the staff home early after
they’d prepared dinner, preferring to serve his guests himself.
“Although
he hasn’t brought a beautiful young lady such as yourself home in quite some
time,” she said, her hands on her chef’s apron. “And a shame, too! None of them
have ever complimented my cooking.”
“That’s a
crime,” I said, finishing my last bite and sighing.
“Mr. Drake
should be home any moment. Would you please follow me?”
I jumped
as a gravelly, male voice interrupted our talk. A silver-haired butler stood
behind me, holding a black, wooden box in his hands and looking grave.
“Uh… of
course, Mister…?”
The man
gave a deep bow. “Mr. Daniels, my lady. If you would please follow me?”
I thanked Katja,
and followed him through the winding halls of the house until we were outside
of Mr. Drake’s study, where I’d found him holding my torn shirt the night
before. I tingled with anticipation, wondering when he would appear, and what
he’d do to me in his dungeon when he did.
Mr.
Daniels set the box on a low table by the fire.
“I’ve been
instructed to tell you to please put on the contents of the box, and wait here
for the master’s arrival.”
I nodded,
my pulse thudding in my ears, adrenaline coursing through me. What had he left
me?
“Yes, of
course,” I stuttered. “Thank you very much, Mr. Daniels.”
“Miss.”
He bowed
low again and saw himself out of the room. The door snapped shut behind him.
Curious, I
rushed to open the box. Inside was a crimson garter belt and matching bra, as
well as a couple of devices and a bottle that made me blush. There was also
another note in Mr. Drake’s handwriting.
Wear
these items and nothing else. The black plug goes in back, and the white in
front. I expect you ready and waiting for me, Isabeau. Do not disappoint me.
I stared
down at the box, my mouth hanging open. The idea of being filled completely
intrigued me, but I admit, I was also more than a little nervous. I’d never had
anything in my ass before, and even though the plug before me was small, I
didn’t know how it would feel. Would it hurt?
I slowly
removed my clothes, folding them carefully and setting them aside before
wiggling into the embroidered garter and lacy black stockings. It felt strange
to be wearing all this without panties covering me, but also naughty, leaving
me feeling deliciously exposed. I slipped the bra on, and then picked up the
bottle of lube, biting my lip.
I got on
my knees and took a deep breath, reaching behind me to slide it into position. Here goes nothing.
When the
plug pushed against my pucker, I gasped at the feel of the cold gel, then at
the sensation of my ring of muscle wrapping around it, accepting it into my
body. It stung a little as I adjusted to the tapered silicone inside me, making
me squirm on the carpet. It felt so wrong doing something like this, but the
feeling made
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