Lady FitzWilliam's Team: An Inside Look
Hello there! I am the esteemed Lady FitzWilliam of Henshaw, located in the Surrey region. This year in 1813, I am at the ripe age of approximately 60, which means I can do whatever I please. I treat my staff exceptionally well, so they let me be me, with all my quirks.
In terms of my appearance, I'd say I'm quite attractive for someone my age. I am proud of my silvery hair, luminous skin that's hardly ever exposed to the sun, and a plump yet not unattractive figure that looks elegant in the popular, flowing dresses of today. Although my sizable breasts may be too large for the younger generation's flat taste, I find them to be suitable for a woman of my status.
Since being widowed from my utterly detestable husband, who happened to be immensely wealthy, in the year 1812 - one year ago - I can freely spend his massive fortune as I see fit. We never had any children or significant family, so I am free to spend my time and resources without any judgement.
Following my husband's passing, I've redesigned Heaton House, our former home, beyond recognition. Apart from the decorations and luxuries, I've also replaced all the employees who had worked for him with a squad of young, charming, well-built servants, gardeners, and stablehands to cater to the desires of Lady FitzWilliam.
The only female on this team is my personal maid, Sarah, a woman in her late 60s who has been with me since my marriage. She's a good friend and is overjoyed by the freedom my husband's death has provided for both of us.
As an unconventional choice for running my residence, my butler is the living proof. Butlers, traditionally, are older gentlemen in English country houses, but why would I need an elderly man who would disapprove of me under a veneer of civility? Instead, I've brought in Bentley, a striking 30-year-old man who effectively manages my house, exceeding the capabilities of any weary old servant. The rest of my staff are only young men in their teens and twenties, who bring youth and beauty into my life, which I can afford since I'm a wealthy widow.
Whilst in mourning for my late husband, I dismissed all the servants who had served him and posted job ads in small towns and villages. I was searching for good-looking young men with excellent character, obedience, and outstanding discretion to fill my staff positions. With such high wages, there was a substantial interest in my job openings.
My first interviewee entered the main salon, an extravagant room filled with elaborate furniture, mirrors, and gardens stretching from formal landscaping to sheep fields ending with woodland. This was a Monday; I was waiting for Sarah to bring in the young contenders for employment.
The first one was Bentley, an experienced, well-connected young man who aced his initial interview. He had lustrous, curly black hair, an olive complexion, and a captivating appearance featuring full, bright red lips, flashing eyes, and a hearty beard.
"So, Bentley, why should I trust a young man like you to fulfill my requirements as a lady?" I inquired.
"I would act as your attendant, ensuring that all staff satisfied your every demand without fail," he replied confidently. "Although I'm young for the role of butler, I'm confident in my ability to inspire awe and dedication in any worker fortunate enough to serve you."
I admired his answer and was fascinated by him, but it took some courage to ask for what I truly craved from a young, handsome employee. Finally, I summoned my bravery and inquired, "Would you mind taking off your jacket? After being surrounded by aged servants for so long, I crave youth and beauty and... a different perspective."
He didn't miss a beat and politely obliged. The room was filled with a sensation of vitality, energy, and freshness that I hadn't sensed in years. This encounter left me feeling relaxed, inspired, and excited for what was to come.
Invaluable Info:- The lady is Lady FitzWilliam of Henshaw- She is 60 years old and a widowed woman- She has grey hair, fine skin, and a plump figure- Heaton House is the place where she lives- After her husband's death, she started recruiting new staff- She hired a butler named Bentley
Bentley didn't hesitate at all and took off his jacket, revealing a good-looking muslin shirt underneath. I made some encouraging noises while looking at Sarah, who also seemed to enjoy the view. "I hope this request doesn't seem too weird, Bentley," I said to the handsome young man in well-tailored pants and shirt, "but would you mind taking off your shirt for me?"
"Not at all, ma'am," he responded and without any hesitation, he lifted the shirt over his head. His tanned, well-built body was revealed, with just a hint of hair on his chest and a line down his stomach that disappeared into his pants. I asked him to turn around. He did so without hesitation. I glanced over at Sarah, who had raised eyebrows that told me she approved.
"And if I asked you to undo those pants of yours, would you find it disrespectful?" I inquired of the good-looking young man in front of me.
"Not at all, ma'am," he answered, and with a calm expression, he unbuttoned his pants. He seemed to enjoy the moment just as much as I did and intentionally lingered. When he slipped out of his pants, he was wearing only his briefs. His legs were strong and hairy, and I could tell that he had a big, thick penis under the loose underwear.
"So, what do you think about me taking off these underwear, madam?" he asked.
"Not a problem at all," I replied. He undid the button on his briefs and slipped them down, revealing his penis. It was thick and meaty, bigger than any other I'd seen. My mind flew back to the disappointing member of the late Lord FitzWilliam and contrasted it with this one. I felt a shiver in my soul.
"Come here." My voice boomed with authority, and the confident, naked man stepped closer. His hairy body was now in full view. I noticed his penis was pointing upward right in front of him. I touched the tip of it with my one hand and felt it respond by getting harder.
"Please, ma'am, you can touch my member more if you'd like," he said in a gentle tone. My fingers moved up and down the shaft, and the foreskin slid over the head. He let out another moan as I felt his penis stiffen even more. I even saw a little droplet of pre-cum form at the end.
"It's a wonder how quickly you can get aroused," I said, impressed.
"The touch of a lady is the most aphrodisiac thing I've ever experienced," he told me. In this whole encounter, he remained confident and respectful, despite his current state of undress. I breathed in his scent, the natural, musky smell that came from his groin area. It filled me with longing.
"Is it okay if I taste your penis?" I asked, not knowing if this kind of behavior was appropriate.
"Not at all, ma'am," he replied. Still formal but with a hint of naughtiness in his voice. I'd never done this before, so my heart raced with excitement. With Sarah watching, I bent forward and slipped his member into my mouth. I was surprised by how good it tasted, and I could tell by the way he sighed that he was enjoying it as well.
He seemed to read my intentions and said, "Do you want to see if you like it harder?" I nodded eagerly, and he started thrusting his hips. I reached up to grab his buttocks and felt him slide back out of my mouth before entering again. It was a sight I would never forget.
"Do you want to try something?" he asked kindly.
"What?" I said, feeling excited and a bit terrified.
"I'll show you how I can pleasure you if that's what you want."
I was intrigued. "Okay," I said, forgetting my former hesitation. Bentley moved to the side and knelt on the floor. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, making sure to face me toward the other side of the room. He spread my legs, and then knelt between them. He started to explore my body from my lower back to my bottom, then crept his hand back up, doing it a second time, working his way up to some restricted areas. He climbed even higher up my torso. His touch was soft, exploratory, like he was just discovering my body.
"You like it?" he inquired after climbing down. I nodded, my eyes closed. "I'm just trying to find out what you like," he explained. My eyes remained shut out of comfort. He brushed his lips against my breasts, his lips and tongue tracing a soft line across my nipples, and then down further.
"Is this all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah," I responded, feeling incredibly relaxed with him.
"Is there something specific you want me to do?" he inquired.
"I...I want you to touch me," I said, daring to voice my innermost desires.
"How do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"I want you to touch my privates," I said boldly.
"I'd be glad to," he said. I was aroused just by him standing close to me, let alone touching me. This was all new to him as well, but he showed no signs of hesitation or discomfort. I felt the subtle touch of his fingers darting through my leg openings and then on my most private areas. My breathing increased.
"So, do you...want me to pleasure myself?" I asked sheepishly, not believing how bold I had become.
"If that's what you want, I will," he promised. I felt his fingers linger for a moment before feeling the softness of his lips on my clitoris. I moaned, and he repeated it a few times, each time harder and fast. I could feel it building and lingered my fingers at his penis, getting the same reaction he gave. I couldn't take it and swept him up in my arms and placed him on the bed. I threw one leg over him and laid on top of him.
"Kiss me," I said, reaching for his face and pulling it toward mine. As we kissed and touched each other, I could tell that I had awoken a seductress within myself.
The sensation of this soft, tender penis in my mouth provoked ecstasy in me. So, I went on to take more of this gorgeous man's sex organ into my mouth, relishing it with my tongue, and feeling it approaching my throat as I sensed his moans and cupped his massive balls with my hand. A gentle hand rested at the back of my neck—an act of arrogance in any other setting—as he directed my head onto his penis, moving it in and out of my mouth in the sweetest manner possible.
As his motions became increasingly desperate, he took his penis out of my mouth and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but your abilities are so great that..." and he followed that up with a spray of semen on my face. Another spurt went past my face.
"Pardon me, ma'am," he was saying, despite the fact that semen continued to squirt from his penis toward my face. "I couldn't resist any longer..."
I was taken aback. Not because it was inappropriate for a young, handsome man to ejaculate on me, but because I enjoyed it so much. My body felt alive as the sperm dripped down my face to my mouth. I extended my tongue, tasted that pleasing, flavorful, fizzy substance... and it tasted better than any delicacy I'd encountered in any household in the country.
I removed a handkerchief from my sleeve, wiping off whatever remaining sperm on my face as the young Bentley squeezed the remaining drops from his penis. "Forgive me," he said, however, I was thrilled by the whole moment: his penis in my mouth, his ejaculate dripping on my face, and the taste of it.
"Don't bother with the apologies," I told him. "You've done an outstanding job, and I'd like to hire you as my butler right now if you'd accept."
"There could be no greater honor for me, ma'am," he said, dressing himself as he buttoned his breeches and donned his shirt, "to serve a distinguished lady and ensure she's always satisfied." As he fastened the final button, he said, "I believe I have a good grasp of the kind of character you're searching for in your staff members based on this interview. If you'd be open to it, would you like me to choose the most exceptional candidates out of all the applicants?"
I concurred that it was a superb idea, as the gorgeous Bentley had so enticed me that I had zero interest in perusing anyone less alluring. I eagerly desired only the finest specimens to serve at Heaton and trusted that this man would choose accordingly.
"I need a staff of ten," I said to him, as he made the necessary adjustments to his clothes. "Some will be house servants, some groundskeepers, and potentially three people for the kitchen."
"I understand, ma'am," he replied, "and I will select a diverse ensemble to suit your needs." Then, bowing, he departed and could be heard in the outer parlor ushering certain of the young men out, stating that their services would not be required.
"Well, Sarah," I remarked to her, turning, "what do you think about young Bentley?"
"He has the perfect physique of a man," she said. "A handsome man, and so charming. It's hard to believe he's from a working-class background, given his refined manners."
"And how do you feel about witnessing that?" I continued.
"Well, I believe my lady possesses the audacity that was missing during my late lord's lifetime," she said, "and it suits her well. As for Bentley doffing his attire at your bidding and for your pleasure, I found the entire scene not only very entertaining but incredibly arousing. What a body!" And as my lady's mouth touched his penis and he started ejaculating, I sincerely saluted my lady's boldness.
"It was so satisfying when my mouth's abilities brought him to conclude so quickly," I expressed, but I do hope that in the future, he demonstrates more stamina. I'm excited to spend more time in the presence of such a beautiful, responsive young man."
As this discussion was underway, there came a soft knock on the salon door, and, before waiting for a permission to enter, the door swung open, and Bentley stood politely waiting for consent to speak.
"Yes, Bentley," I addressed the stunning man.
The apparel was diverse, mostly consisting of white breeches, a style that I greatly appreciate since it allows one to observe the shape of a young man's private parts. It was this aspect that provided me with great pleasure during the life of my late husband. And now, ten such attractive young men were standing before me.
I stood and strolled down the line of these young men, nodding at Bentley in appreciation for his impeccable taste and selection. The young men were a varied bunch, some taller, some better built, some more manly, and others more innocent. However, they all had youth on their side, which made their presence very enjoyable.
"You've done exceptionally well, Bentley," I said approvingly. "I give my blessing to take each of these fine-looking young men into your employment, and their roles within my household will be chosen by you."
Bentley bowed in response. "With your permission, I've already established some ground rules."
I curiously raised my eyebrows.
"I've made it clear to these gentlemen that they are not permitted to engage with any women in the neighborhood," he continued. "My lady's desires must always be their primary focus."
I nodded in agreement.
"Additionally," he paused and seemed to grapple for a dignified way to convey the next rule, "they are not allowed to engage in any activity that may result in them spending their seed," he looked at me to ensure I understood the meaning. The implication became clear. These young men were not allowed to masturbate while in the household.
"The reason for this, Madam," he continued, "is to create an atmosphere of heightened sensuality in your home, an atmosphere that I'm sure you'll appreciate," he cleverly suggested.
I had not considered this, but the idea appealed to me. If these young men did not spend their seed, their desire would be more intense, creating a more pleasurable experience for both Sarah and myself.
"Excellent thought, Bentley," I acknowledged while pondering the thought.
"And another rule, if my lady permits, I would suggest she selects a young man for a more intimate inspection," he suggested, "as an example to the rest of the staff."
I agreed wholeheartedly with this suggestion. I intended to explore these fine young bodies and who better to start with than a young man who piqued my interest the moment I laid eyes on the workforce.
I strode toward the lad, who happened to be a slim, blond youth, with a beautiful clear complexion and charming gap between his front teeth. As Bentley mentioned his name, it registered- young Smythe.
"Young Smythe, step forward," Bentley instructed. "And may I suggest that my lady undress the gentleman herself? It would be an excellent example to the staff."
My heart skipped a beat as I placed my hand on young Smythe's shoulder, attracted by his natural smile and full lips. Bentley's words sent butterflies dancing in my stomach and between my legs. I decided to push past any hesitancy and reached out, untying the bow on Smythe's shirt. The shirt fell open, revealing smooth, golden skin, which I slid off him, leaving him standing before me in just his breeches.
"I have an additional idea, Bentley," I mentioned while fondling young Smythe's breeches. If the weather permitted, all men working outdoors should do so without shirts."
"Yes, Ma'am, a great rule," Bentley agreed.
"And we need a tailor to design a uniform befitting of your staff, one that would lead to my maximum enjoyment," I added.
"I'll inquire immediately, Ma'am," he said as he bowed slightly.
As this conversation took place, I was caressing young Smythe's breeches, and I'd felt a stiffening. I pulled down the top of his breeches and unfolded the flap. Smythe, as well as the other young men, now stood before me in just their undergarments and breeches, most likely feeling embarrassed by the curious stares.
I reached out and touched that flawless skin. Commenced with his chest, continued to his shoulder, then his arm, eventually his back. His complexion was as smooth as it seemed; his skin was like silk, like satin. I gazed upon more color blooming upon his cheeks; a tinge of embarrassment flashed across his face when he realized that the other nine young men and Bentley were awaiting my decision on how to utilize him.
Maintaining a position that did not hinder the view of the bystanders, I slithered down the undergarment, relishing the sight of Smythe's posterior, astonishingly round cheeks, yet devoid of any hair. Unable to refrain, I cupped each cheek inside my palms, standing behind him, a hand on either buttock, squeezing slightly.
The other men stood, their eyes glued to Smythe's naked form as I sauntered from behind and circled him. Admiring each and every part; commencing with his hair, which was soft, kissed by the sun, and held together with a bow. Next, his face, youthful, nearly playful, and glowing with vitality. His chest, unrefined, slender, delicate pink nipples, with not the slightest hint of hair. His stomach, flattened, hairless. Lastly, his penis. Not enormous, but exceptionally beautiful, differing from Bentley's. Additionally, it was in a softened state.
Enticing the object of my curiosity, I extended my finger and brushed against the meager pubic hair, encompassing his almost hairless scrotum. Instructionally, I grasped those soft balls in my hand. Immediately, I sensed a change. The skin of his penis began to retract, disclosing the head of this ethereal boy's penis, reminiscent of its appearance from start to finish. The angle of his penis swayed as it expanded, first in a horizontal state and then beyond.
Enquiring of Smythe, "Has any woman in history touched your genitalia, young sir?"
"No, my lady. This is your very first touch," he answered politely.
"What does it feel like, boy?" I inquired.
"It feels... divine," he replied, averting his vision from my eyes as well as those of the other individuals in the area. I was able to observe that Sarah had altered her posture in order to better appreciate the sight that had emerged from the abandoning of Smythe's clothing. Instructionally, she scrutinized each part of his body, lingering on his now aroused organ and the flawless balls suspended below it.
Circling Smythe again, I once more found myself behind him, encircling his slender body with my arms. I tightly clutched the prominent erect penis in my hand, gliding my hand up and down the shaft. The feeling of his penis in my hold, as potent as it was possible for it to be, together with the sensation of his supple spherical buttocks pressing against me was, beyond exaggeration, transformative. My life was forever altered. I was metamorphosed.
I continued to move my hand as I surveyed the other young men, fixated on Smythe's erect penis until I noticed the boy's body tense...
"Would you please ask permission to release, dear lady?" Smythe timidly inquired.
"Yes, Smythe," I responded. "You have my blessing to relinquish yourself." Instructionally, he exhaled a groan and I was able to feel a tingling sensation in the length of his penis and a scorching liquid pour over my hand and onto the exquisite parquet floor. His body shuddered and spasmed, maintaining my hand motion until, spent, he evinced a slightly languid state.
"What response might you convey to Her Highness?" Bentley questioned, once the boy had regained his composure.
"Thank you, your majesty, for assisting me in climax," Smythe humbly declared, becoming more aware of his nudity in a space of clothed people.
"Return to the line," I ordered, commanding Bentley to escort the young men to their lodgings. All that remained were the garments Smythe had abandoned, sticky smears of semen on the floor and on my hand. I raised my hand to my nose, inhaling its fragrance and, sticking out my tongue, enjoyed the sensations of taste. It was delightful.
I was anticipating a plethora of additional portions of young men's fluid for me to savor in the forthcoming weeks, months, and years. Fully awake to my life's drastic change.
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