I was born to serve my Lord and Master it is what I was born to do. Like my father and his father before him. I do so with joy in my heart for nothing makes me happier then to know I have served my Master well.
My Lord’s manor was the largest in the region, having amassed much wealth and power. He was even well respected and known among the other Lords of the country.
It was late in the season and my Lord wanted me to check the fence line around the pastures, making sure there were no breaks and mend them before winter set in. I was glad to do this as this was also the time of the Hunt; when the other Lords and Ladies came from all over to participate in the fox hunt here at the manor. The commotion that went on at this time was incredible so I was glad to be tending to this job.
The day was peaceful and the sun shone bright as I walked the fence line. I could hear the hounds in the distance as the hunt was now in progress. I daydreamed about the festivities that would ensue when the hunt was over and how the lucky one who gets the fox would be celebrated.
It wasn’t long before I was shook from my dream as I heard the sound of the hounds coming closer, why I could even hear the thunder of the horse’s hoofs. I turned and could see the hunt pack across the field and they were headed right in my direction.
The hounds had picked up the scent of the fox and were baying and howling as they ran ahead of the horsemen. As the pack grew closer I could see that my Master was leading the hunt. The dogs turned following the scent and were now heading in my direction, the huntsmen right behind them.
The pack grew closer, the dogs now scrambling under the fence, barking and baying, the horses leaping over the fence right behind. There was one horse, every time the Lady tried to get him over the fence, the horse would rear up and refuse to make the jump. The rest of the pack was moving off quickly in hot pursuit of the fox.
I offered to let her through a gate that was close by and she would still have time to catch up with the others. She looked at me her eyes sharp and piercing, “Yes, that will be fine,” was all she said.
I began leading the horse to the gate, the Lady was surely of high breeding; her saddle was made of the finest leather, her clothes were not store bought but tailor made. She carried a riding crop, which had a bone handle, craved as only the finest artisans are capable of.
Making small talk as to the mild weather we were having and how good that has been since it gave us extra time to bring in the crops before the winter. We made it to the gate in no time and she had not made a single sound the whole time, just riding behind me. As I went to open the gate for her to pass, she bade me to stop and dismounted her horse.
She walked up to me, looking me down as she spoke, “You know your place servant, it is to serve; and I require that you serve me now.”
“Yes, m’Lady,” I said with a hoarse voice.
She turned back to her horse and opened a saddlebag, pulling out what looked to be a bridle and reins, but oddly the bridle did not look as to be made for a horse. She walked back towards me with it in her hand and held it out to me. “Put this on,” she said.
“M’Lady, I would be glad to do what bidding you are in need of but I have my duties to my Master.”
My head snapped back as her riding crop connected with my head. My ears ringing I could barely hear her telling me to put it on or my Master would hear how I had dishonored her and surely he would beat me far worse then she could.
I reached out for the leather straps and as I held it in my hands I could now see it better. It indeed was a bridle, but not one made for a horse. The bridle complete with bit, was made to fit a man’s head. I began working the straps over my head, taking the bridle in my mouth, she came up behind me and cinched down the straps fitting it tightly to me.
Once the bridle was on, she bade me to go to the ground on my hands and knees, I must have moved to slowly for she cracked me once again with the crop. Now on the ground as she had commanded, she gathered up the reins and mounted my back as I was her horse.
She leaned down towards me head “You will serve me as my beast of burden, you were born to serve and so you shall serve my desires” she said.
Her spurs dug sharply into my thighs, her crop over and over landing squarely on my flanks. “M’Lady, please I beg of you, how am I to explain to my Master how I came about such injuries?” She paid no head to my cries; this only seemed to incense her and drove her to dig the spurs in harder.
After several minutes of carrying her around in this fashion she seemed satisfied and ordered me to stop. She dismounted me and walked back to her horse, again reaching into the saddlebag; this time she pulled out several long leather straps.
She walked back and ordered me to sit on the ground against the fence. I wasted not time doing as I was told, not wanting to feel the sharp sting of the riding crop again. Using one of the straps she bound my feet together. She then had me put my arms behind me over the bottom rail of the fence and tied them together. Then as to be sure I could not move or run she used the last strap to fasten to the straps binding my hands and circle my waist, so I was firmly pinned to the fence.
She now stood before and reached down and began undoing her boots, once they were off she unbuckled her riding slacks and removed them. She now stood before me bare of any clothing from the waist down. “Now you will satisfy me in others ways servant” she said.
I started to protest but was barely able to get a word out of my mouth when her hand cracked down the riding crop across my thigh. The pain nearly blinded me and sent my head reeling.
She was now standing over me; she reached her hands to the top rail of the fence, lifted a leg and put it over the top of the bottom rail. The did the same with her other leg, holding on with both hands she lowered herself down a bit till she was now straddling my head with her womanhood right in my face.
“You will use that tongue of yours for another purpose then talking.”
I again started to protest but instead of hitting me this time, she used her legs, from the vantage point she had over me and gripped me like she was riding her horse. I couldn’t move, and I could barely breathe since her legs pinching me as they were drew me tight against her womanhood.
My senses were filled with her deep musky scent; slowly my tongue parted her folds and was greeted by a warm moistness. Upwards I went and I came upon her upper folds, she quivered at the touch of my tongue to it. I concentrated there working my tongue in quick hard flicks; she tightened her grip with her legs even more, locking me in that position.
Working my tongue ever so feverishly trying to please m’Lady, and hoping to come to no further harm myself, I continued my ministrations. I felt her shift against me, her legs now completely off the ground her head flung back while holding the upper rail. She was now even moister then when I first began, I felt a quiver run through her legs and a loud moan escaped from her lips, this so startled me so, that I paused for a brief second.
“No, continue,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
Not wanting to further anger her I did as she asked. Within moments she was screaming as such I feared the hunt pack might hear her and come back to she what had happened. Being the good servant I am though I continued as told.
Her legs released their grip on me and she pulled herself back off me, now once again standing over me.
“Very good servant,” she said as she turned and moved away. She walked to her clothes and began putting them back on. Once she was fully dressed, she came back to me and released me from my binds; although I was still to shaken to move much less stand up.
Packing everything back into her saddlebags, she mounted her horse gave me a quick glance and rode off through the fence to catch up with the rest of the pack. I watched her till she was almost out of sight into the woods, brushed myself off, and checked for any bruises that I might have a hard time explaining to my Lord and Master.
And so it was that I went back to walking the fence line looking for breaks; minding my Lord and Master’s estate, as my father did and his father before him.
My Lord’s manor was the largest in the region, having amassed much wealth and power. He was even well respected and known among the other Lords of the country.
It was late in the season and my Lord wanted me to check the fence line around the pastures, making sure there were no breaks and mend them before winter set in. I was glad to do this as this was also the time of the Hunt; when the other Lords and Ladies came from all over to participate in the fox hunt here at the manor. The commotion that went on at this time was incredible so I was glad to be tending to this job.
The day was peaceful and the sun shone bright as I walked the fence line. I could hear the hounds in the distance as the hunt was now in progress. I daydreamed about the festivities that would ensue when the hunt was over and how the lucky one who gets the fox would be celebrated.
It wasn’t long before I was shook from my dream as I heard the sound of the hounds coming closer, why I could even hear the thunder of the horse’s hoofs. I turned and could see the hunt pack across the field and they were headed right in my direction.
The hounds had picked up the scent of the fox and were baying and howling as they ran ahead of the horsemen. As the pack grew closer I could see that my Master was leading the hunt. The dogs turned following the scent and were now heading in my direction, the huntsmen right behind them.
The pack grew closer, the dogs now scrambling under the fence, barking and baying, the horses leaping over the fence right behind. There was one horse, every time the Lady tried to get him over the fence, the horse would rear up and refuse to make the jump. The rest of the pack was moving off quickly in hot pursuit of the fox.
I offered to let her through a gate that was close by and she would still have time to catch up with the others. She looked at me her eyes sharp and piercing, “Yes, that will be fine,” was all she said.
I began leading the horse to the gate, the Lady was surely of high breeding; her saddle was made of the finest leather, her clothes were not store bought but tailor made. She carried a riding crop, which had a bone handle, craved as only the finest artisans are capable of.
Making small talk as to the mild weather we were having and how good that has been since it gave us extra time to bring in the crops before the winter. We made it to the gate in no time and she had not made a single sound the whole time, just riding behind me. As I went to open the gate for her to pass, she bade me to stop and dismounted her horse.
She walked up to me, looking me down as she spoke, “You know your place servant, it is to serve; and I require that you serve me now.”
“Yes, m’Lady,” I said with a hoarse voice.
She turned back to her horse and opened a saddlebag, pulling out what looked to be a bridle and reins, but oddly the bridle did not look as to be made for a horse. She walked back towards me with it in her hand and held it out to me. “Put this on,” she said.
“M’Lady, I would be glad to do what bidding you are in need of but I have my duties to my Master.”
My head snapped back as her riding crop connected with my head. My ears ringing I could barely hear her telling me to put it on or my Master would hear how I had dishonored her and surely he would beat me far worse then she could.
I reached out for the leather straps and as I held it in my hands I could now see it better. It indeed was a bridle, but not one made for a horse. The bridle complete with bit, was made to fit a man’s head. I began working the straps over my head, taking the bridle in my mouth, she came up behind me and cinched down the straps fitting it tightly to me.
Once the bridle was on, she bade me to go to the ground on my hands and knees, I must have moved to slowly for she cracked me once again with the crop. Now on the ground as she had commanded, she gathered up the reins and mounted my back as I was her horse.
She leaned down towards me head “You will serve me as my beast of burden, you were born to serve and so you shall serve my desires” she said.
Her spurs dug sharply into my thighs, her crop over and over landing squarely on my flanks. “M’Lady, please I beg of you, how am I to explain to my Master how I came about such injuries?” She paid no head to my cries; this only seemed to incense her and drove her to dig the spurs in harder.
After several minutes of carrying her around in this fashion she seemed satisfied and ordered me to stop. She dismounted me and walked back to her horse, again reaching into the saddlebag; this time she pulled out several long leather straps.
She walked back and ordered me to sit on the ground against the fence. I wasted not time doing as I was told, not wanting to feel the sharp sting of the riding crop again. Using one of the straps she bound my feet together. She then had me put my arms behind me over the bottom rail of the fence and tied them together. Then as to be sure I could not move or run she used the last strap to fasten to the straps binding my hands and circle my waist, so I was firmly pinned to the fence.
She now stood before and reached down and began undoing her boots, once they were off she unbuckled her riding slacks and removed them. She now stood before me bare of any clothing from the waist down. “Now you will satisfy me in others ways servant” she said.
I started to protest but was barely able to get a word out of my mouth when her hand cracked down the riding crop across my thigh. The pain nearly blinded me and sent my head reeling.
She was now standing over me; she reached her hands to the top rail of the fence, lifted a leg and put it over the top of the bottom rail. The did the same with her other leg, holding on with both hands she lowered herself down a bit till she was now straddling my head with her womanhood right in my face.
“You will use that tongue of yours for another purpose then talking.”
I again started to protest but instead of hitting me this time, she used her legs, from the vantage point she had over me and gripped me like she was riding her horse. I couldn’t move, and I could barely breathe since her legs pinching me as they were drew me tight against her womanhood.
My senses were filled with her deep musky scent; slowly my tongue parted her folds and was greeted by a warm moistness. Upwards I went and I came upon her upper folds, she quivered at the touch of my tongue to it. I concentrated there working my tongue in quick hard flicks; she tightened her grip with her legs even more, locking me in that position.
Working my tongue ever so feverishly trying to please m’Lady, and hoping to come to no further harm myself, I continued my ministrations. I felt her shift against me, her legs now completely off the ground her head flung back while holding the upper rail. She was now even moister then when I first began, I felt a quiver run through her legs and a loud moan escaped from her lips, this so startled me so, that I paused for a brief second.
“No, continue,” she said in a hoarse whisper.
Not wanting to further anger her I did as she asked. Within moments she was screaming as such I feared the hunt pack might hear her and come back to she what had happened. Being the good servant I am though I continued as told.
Her legs released their grip on me and she pulled herself back off me, now once again standing over me.
“Very good servant,” she said as she turned and moved away. She walked to her clothes and began putting them back on. Once she was fully dressed, she came back to me and released me from my binds; although I was still to shaken to move much less stand up.
Packing everything back into her saddlebags, she mounted her horse gave me a quick glance and rode off through the fence to catch up with the rest of the pack. I watched her till she was almost out of sight into the woods, brushed myself off, and checked for any bruises that I might have a hard time explaining to my Lord and Master.
And so it was that I went back to walking the fence line looking for breaks; minding my Lord and Master’s estate, as my father did and his father before him.
