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  Mr. Jeffrey merely smiled in response and nodded in humble appreciation of his master's acknowledgment.

  "Very good. I will think of a proper reward for your obvious diligence. But first, I'd like you to help Elizabeth here understand some of the preliminaries of what is expected of her once she's part of my household."

  Mr. Jeffrey nodded and looked at the naked girl standing before them barked, "Stand straight! At attention! Shoulders back, feet together, chest out!" The sound of his voice shocked Elizabeth into dropping the empty cup that shattered with a loud bang at their feet.

  "Elizabeth, from now on you are to obey without question. Lord Dixon expects absolute obedience. You are always to address him as my Lord, or master. Everybody else you call sir or ma'am. Nod that you understand." The two men waited patiently until the words sank in and Elizabeth nodded her acceptance. "Very well. Now, I will show you a couple of positions that you will need to learn immediately."

  "First, I would like you to go down on all fours, on your hands and knees," Mr. Jeffrey growled. He noticed her initial hesitation but quickly enough she followed through sinking down to the dirty floor. "Remember, disobedience shall not be tolerated. You will be promptly punished for any hesitations. This is called the doggie position." The man stood and walked around the kneeling naked teenager appraising her from all sides. "Excellent. You have a beautiful, sexy body. You have no reason to be embarrassed about it, Elizabeth."

  Mr. Jeffrey resumed his seat. "Sit." Elizabeth sat back on her heels, her knees closed.

  "Next is the presenting position. Shift your knees apart and arch your back so that your breasts are thrust out and forward. Do it now!" Immediately Elizabeth moved her knees opening herself as wide as possible flushing darkly.

  "Very good. You are a natural submissive. You shall find the coming weeks difficult, but I have the feeling that your experience in the household of Lord Dixon will prove to be quite the eye-opener for you. Next, is the prostrate position." Mr. Jeffrey instructed. "In that position, you drop down to the floor pressing your tits into the floorboards and raising your bottom as high as you can while arching your back in the process. Don't forget to shift your knees wide as you do that."

  Elizabeth felt cold sweat bloom across her body as she followed the man's orders. They were so perverted and outrageous! She felt like a beast – degraded and dominated by these men, and it made her insides hum with excitement she had never known existed before. Mr. Jeffrey made her repeat the positions a couple of more times and by the end of it Elizabeth was not only humiliated, but profoundly exhausted at having to display herself in such an unusual manner to these men that she had just encountered.

  Finally, she saw Lord Dixon stand. He ordered her to stand up as well and walked up to her. He gently caressed her forehead looking straight into her eyes. They were glistening with pent-up emotions, but Elizabeth had forgotten all about crying and was starting to feel the first strange hints of arousal. Lord Dixon felt the smooth flesh of her back and then her breasts again.

  "Toss your hair back, sweetie," he commanded.

  He gazed at her flushed face that was unspeakably beautiful to him, her lips trembling, her blue eyes gleaming with the dampness of her tears. Elizabeth obeyed everything he said. "Lovely," he said and could see her obvious relief at his appreciation.

  "Pass your hands behind your neck, under your hair and clasp your fingers together. There, excellent." Lord Dixon lifted her chin again. "I love how you try to keep your eyes downcast. It indicates an innate humility that I truly value. There's nothing worse than a person not knowing their place in life. And I can see in your eyes that you know what I'm talking about. It seems to me that you instinctively like to follow people's directions. Is that correct?"

  Elizabeth again felt she was going to cry and so merely nodded. Her eyes were blinking rapidly. She whimpered quietly as he reached out and massaged her right breast gently. Then the Lord moved his hand slowly up to her soft underarms luxuriating in the feel of her small muscle there and the small tuft of hair by it. Then, he slowly allowed his large hand to fall down along her taught abdomen and worm itself between her legs where he sought out her sick moist hair that he started gently stroking. Elizabeth trembled inside feeling her knees wobble as she stood accepting her Lord's attentions.

  "Can you elaborate?" The Lord asked.

  "I – I' am not sure I can express myself correctly, my Lord," stammered the young girl, "But I do know that people have often told me that I am good at following directions."

  "Hmmm –" the Lord’s stroking fingers were now sending small shockwaves rippling through her belly so that Elizabeth was soon anxious with breathless anticipation. "You are a very beautiful and responsive young girl, Elizabeth," Lord Dixon said as his fingers spread her labia, "with proper training you can have a very comfortable and rewarding life indeed. What I think will work best for you is if you let me make the decisions just like I am doing now. After all we both know I'm much better educated and know best what is good for you. All you have to do, sweetie, is obey. That shouldn't be difficult, after all – it is your nature."

  Elizabeth knew she had to say something, perhaps protest, tell him to stop, scream, but all she did was spread her legs wider as her mind froze while her lower body undulated of its own accord as his fingers started rubbing faster and faster along her tight virgin lips.

  Maybe it was the wine, she was uncertain, but all of a sudden she felt overwhelmed by the power and intensity of the sexual heat sweeping through her entire body as her Lord’s finger worked ever faster against her clit. She struggled to maintain her posture shivering visibly now as she whimpered beneath his stern gaze. Elizabeth felt a growl deep as thunder come from him as he kept rubbing her.

  And then she came with a wild, explosive tremor that made her whimper and leaned forward as she shuddered and trembled, her head forced to lean against his strong chest.

  Lord Dixon waited patiently for her first climax to subside and then slowly stepped back, letting go of her warm cleft and making for the door. "Say goodbye to your home, sweet little thing. For I'm not sure I will ever allow you to come back here," he said opening the door that made a cold wind wash over her shivering naked body.

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  2. Elizabeth Discovers a New Way to Polish Her Lord's Shoes

  Elizabeth decided that she found her new position in Lord Dixon's household incredibly frustrating for many different reasons. Even though she was still very inexperienced, she had a pretty good idea of the way things were supposed to work between a man and a woman. Obviously Lord Dixon Frederick had feelings for her, that was clear. What was murkier however, were her own emotions when it came to the terrible rich man.

  Their relationship was unconventional to say the least. Normally, a couple was expected to gauge each other's affinity after a period of courtship, the longer, the better. Then, usually with the permission of the parents or guardians of the girl, they'd be allowed to spend perhaps half an hour without adult supervision during which they would perhaps enjoy a leisurely stroll in the city gardens or have pastries at a downtown coffee shop.

  It was only after a number of such encounters that the future groom would be expected to initiate the question of marriage. This was usually done by visiting the girl's parents and formally asking for her hand in marriage. The entire process took time and patience.

  Neither of these appeared to form any noticeable part of Lord Dixon's character, however. She had met the man barely yesterday, and already he had gained if not the energetic endorsement of her parents, then at least, their tepid acquiescence and hustled her off from her home to join his household as his body-servant. In the meager twelve hours since she had accepted this new occupation, Elizabeth had been fondled and made to strip naked for her new Master.

  The truth was, Elizabeth decided, that Lord Dixon Frederick was the kind of person that was used to get his way no matter what.

  If it wasn't for the outrageous manner in which her
elderly parents had virtually signed off on her without so much as inquiring about her own feelings on the matter, Elizabeth would have undoubtedly tried to run back home. But she knew that this simply wasn't an option.

  The Lord had made it obvious enough that she absolutely had to perform according to expectations lest her dad loses his job at the factory. Elizabeth’s apprehension was growing by the minute. In spite of her best intentions, nobody seemed willing to be bothered to explain to her what her job entailed exactly.

  She had made it to Lord Dixon's estate late last night and had been unceremoniously ushered to the servants' sleeping quarters where she had been issued a cot to sleep and a simple uniform that made her look identical to the other household staff. She had been told that she was expected to be awake, clean and ready, with the rest of the household at 6 o'clock sharp when the Lord usually did his inspection.

  Hardly having been able to catch a couple of meager hours of rest, Elizabeth had eagerly awoken the next morning and was now waiting along with a good twenty other servants, lined up, prim and proper, for their master to inspect the staff before the start of the day.

  "His Lordship is indisposed today," came the booming voice of a tall, dark-skinned man that Elizabeth assumed had to be the butler. "Everybody's to go about their daily chores as expected. Everyone but you, Ms. Elizabeth," he pointed directly at the petite eighteen-year-old newcomer. "You, are summoned to his chambers now." The sharp edge that had materialized in his voice made Elizabeth jump and virtually run up the three flights of stairs, to where she knew the Lord's sleeping chambers were. Her heart throbbed with a mixture of anxiety and dark excitement at what lay ahead.

  It was hard to forget what he had done to her only yesterday. After having first solemnly promised to preserve her virginity, the Lord had proceeded to disrobe Elizabeth and frill her like no man had ever touched her before. He had brought her indescribable feelings that still made her knees weak and skin tingly at the memory.

  She knocked gently and recognized her Master's voice. "Come on in."

  "Lizzy."

  "My Lord," Elizabeth curtsied demurely staying by the door.

  "Come on in," the Lord beckoned. "It is time for you to start on your duties. I took the entire day off so that I have enough time to teach you a thing or two of what I expect from my body servants." Lord Dixon was seated in a big armchair and had apparently been reading the morning paper while sipping tea.

  Elizabeth walked up to him shyly afraid to look up, her eyes centered on her own shoes.

  "Disrobe for me please," Lord Dixon ordered putting the newspaper to the side. Elizabeth blushed violently and slowly proceeded to take off her shoes soon to be followed by her uniform that she carefully folded and placed by her feet on the ground. She couldn't help but notice the Lord move his hand down and push his sumptuous silk robe to the side revealing his manhood to her for the first time. A quiet whimper escaped her tight throat at the sight.

  It was beautiful. She never quite understood how it could be that something so vile and unspeakable, a thick monster, throbbing and tumescent, could also be the object that so stole her breath in that instant. But it was. Without being ordered, Elizabeth bowed her head crossing her hands demurely over her pert little buttocks.

  The Lord bent forward and gently motioned for her to come closer. "Kneel, my dear." She whimpered this time without even realizing it, as she sunk to her jittery knees. She looked up at him when he tenderly cupped her cheek keeping his big strong palm caressing her face for a long moment. Her lips felt tingly as she opened her mouth in anticipation.

  "As my body servant, you are responsible for keeping my skin clean and healthy," the Lord said, his mouth still barely an inch from her quivering lips. "This includes all of me," he added and saw in her eyes that she understood. "There is a flask of natural oils on the table by my bed. Take it and use it to oil your breasts. Do not spare the liquid, be generous, for you will be using your own oily skin to then rub it into my cock. I want you to oil your bosom up for me and then come kneel by my feet so that you can wrap your beautiful titties around my cock."

  It was as if Elizabeth had suddenly fallen through a hole in the ground and appeared in a world where she was not a virgin schoolgirl but an experienced being of pure lust. At that moment in her life, nothing else existed other than her master's dark eyes and piercing stare. She immediately sprang to her feet to fulfill his command.

  In an instant she was back in front lathering her bosom up like she had never done before, finding her body do what was required on its own — her mind merely a spectator.

  "Oh God," moaned her Lord as he stood up removing his robe. He stepped forward and brought himself down a little bit so that now his cock was close to her breasts. "Use your hands and heft them up, little girl" his voice had grown gruff and husky as he watched the deep redness of her face now slowly grow to cover her entire chest as she put her small hands beneath her disproportionately large breasts and pushed them up.

  It was by far the most erotic image the Lord had ever seen. The nubile young virgin offering her upturned breasts as she knelt by his feet, blushed and quivering in expectation. He saw in her demeanor that something instinctive and primal had taken over the demure girl making her keen to do his bidding.

  From where she was standing, her Lord appeared not unlike a giant being from some wild ancient legend – severe and full of menace as he towered above her. He moved forward and soon her small form was almost completely engulfed between his thick muscled thighs, her face now buried against the throbbing, twitching monster between his legs. It had grown enormously, and some small rational part of her wondered how she would ever accommodate its size.

  The room was filled with the floral scent of the ointment that made her bosom glisten in the morning sun. But her nostrils detected the thick manly musk emanating from her master's center and in spite of her chaste upbringing, Elizabeth couldn't stop herself but reach out with her tongue and gingerly lick at the clear drop of liquid that had materialized along the bulbous purple head of the seething monster in front of her face.

  "Ungh! God," her Lord said as he wrapped his hands around her small fists forcing her boobs higher yet.

  Somewhere, far away, her body screamed in pain as he almost lifted her entire body suspending her midair as he clutched at her aching titties. He grunted wildly as he hefted her bosom along his huge erection as it slid between her young, firm, glistening breasts. His thick, strong fingers dug into her tender flesh jerking it up and down along his shaft – once, twice.

  She gasped and felt a liquid dribble down her thigh. Elizabeth hadn't known that people did such things, but something about the searing pain and the unnatural way he was using her body coalesced into a throbbing hum that was growing louder by the minute ringing throughout her entire body.

  Not an inch of her body was safe from this monster's passions. It was a heady thought.

  Elizabeth wasn't quite sure where to put her hands and so merely rested them along his buttocks that she felt quiver and spasm beneath her small fingers. He kept stretching out her boobs around his massive erection for a couple more thrusts before finally releasing his grasp.

  "You can continue on your own, now. I will sit back down while you come and kneel before me. Wrap your titties around and massage my cock until I cum," Lord Dixon said seating himself back in his huge black leather chair. This time, he sat slightly sideways placing his leg on the armrest thus giving Elizabeth enough space to shimmy her small rib cage between his splayed thighs.

  She obeyed, her body flushed and eager as she moved forward and cuddled his manhood in her cleavage that she quickly started moving with her hands in rapid vertical motions along its length. Without being told, periodically she would stop and gently kiss her Lord's cock on its tip before continuing her attentive ministrations.

  She realized that at last it had stopped growing having sprouted to a size that made her think back to when, as a little girl, she had giggled w
hen she had seen the member of her father's male donkey.

  The Lord’s member pointed straight at the ceiling now, and Elizabeth adjusted her position so that she could accommodate more of it between her breasts. She shuddered as she realized that for the first time in her life, a man's cock was brushing against her skin. She looked up, but all she could see were his thick muscled thighs, his heavy abdomen and thick chest of her master as he had sprawled himself back in the chair. His skin was covered in a thick mat of dark curly hair that made her think of a wild beast.

  Somehow, Elizabeth found it necessary to will herself and resist the new lingering obsession of wrapping her mouth around his cock and sucking on it as much as she could.

  After a few minutes the Lord said, “In a couple of moments I am going to feed you my cream, Elizabeth. It is always hard for a young girl the first time or two, but you will do it for me. When I tell you, you need to move your lips over the head of my cock. Use your pretty little soft hands and gently massage my testicles, when you do. I want you to hold my cream in your mouth until I tell you to swallow it. Do not lose any of it to the ground, or you will make me very angry. I want you to use this opportunity to start getting used to the taste. As my body servant, you will be having a lot of cum to eat from now on."

  Elizabeth knew how wrong it was that this older man, whom she had only met yesterday, was about to spew his seed into her willing little mouth. What she found most troubling, however, was the pleasure that coursed through her body making her shudder in anticipation. Somehow, being in Lord Dixon's presence made her feel like a child. He had taken absolute control of her, and she loved it! She wanted nothing more than to belong to him.