The Tale of Lady Chatterley's Butler
"The Story of Lady Chatterley's Butler" revolves around Lady Penelope Chatterley's fantasies of submission and how they were realized. I took up the challenge to write a narrative that involved heterosexual sex. The friendly individual who issued the challenge offered insight into how the Butler perceived the situation, and here it is with a few additional details from me.
Throughout my life, I had worked at the grand estate, serving in various capacities, including that of a page boy, footman, and now currently as the Chatterley family's butler. I enjoyed my position immensely, offering me opportunities far beyond my modest upbringing. I dedicated myself to serving the aristocratic family to the best of my abilities, meeting numerous dignitaries and even minor royals due to my job. However, Lady Penelope captured my heart.
I had watched Lady Penelope grow from a precocious young lady into a stunning adult, and what a woman she was. Standing at an average height, she possessed immense charm and grace. Her presence filled an entire room, exuding an aura that enthralled and enraptured everyone she came across. I had endless admiration for her. As she blossomed into womanhood, her stature evolved; wearing high-heeled shoes became a regular choice, emphasizing her height. She sported dark, fully fashioned seamed stockings, accentuating her long, shapely legs. She dressed immaculately with exquisite taste, but there was always a hidden sexuality to her attire.
Her skirts usually included splits, revealing a glimpse of her stocking tops, her sun dresses were unbuttoned just below the hips, exposing her legs up to her thighs when she walked. She donned silk blouses, never wearing a bra. Her small, perky breasts didn't need one - their erect nipples peeking through. She carried herself with an air of arrogant superiority, even though I stood significantly below her position on the social strata. She was the house's mistress, and I was her butler - I knew my place. I provided her with breakfast each morning, ensuring her food was prepared to her precise standards. I pressed her newspaper with a warm iron, afraid of her fingers getting stained with ink.
In the evenings, I'd serve drinks in the drawing room, maintaining a respectful conversation, bowing my head, and addressing her as "Ma'am." When she wasn't looking at me, though, I analyzed her features with a worshipful gaze, trying to sneak peeks under her skirts or dresses for a glimpse of her beautiful stocking tops or flash of her panties. I was often struck by her high heels, with her legs crossed, revealing a beautiful glimpse of her toes dangling her shoes while I instinctively had an intense arousal.
This one particular night, I was completing my routine room inspection, ensuring all candles were snuffed out and the grounds were secure for the night. With her husband's absence and the maids already asleep, I had the house to myself. I had visited the study that night to peruse some of the literature that Lord Chatterley kept concealed. When I barged in, ready to read, I encountered an astonishing sight. Lady Penelope was nude, except for her high heels and seductive panties, which had slid down her thighs. Her legs and tits had already turned a deep blush from her arousal.
Nested beside her was a book - one of De Sade's works. I had uncovered that Lady Chatterley had a secret library that contained erotica, all revolving around females submitting to dominant men. The scene before me revealed that this was what aroused her. Embarrassed, she caught me staring, her blush deepened, showing her vulnerability.
"Excuse me, madam," I stammered out. Swiftly turning and strolling through the door, I proceeded to leave. I retreated to my bed that night, fantasizing about her on her knees and sucking my...well, you know. This resulted in quite the climax, if you know what I mean. I had a hard time sleeping that night, debating whether or not to exploit this unfortunate situation. Yet a part of me kept pushing the idea of using it to my advantage.
The following morning, I continued with my duties as usual, thoroughly avoiding any mention of the events that took place the previous evening. My lady, the object of my unspoken affection, maintained the same demeanor. There was an awkward tension in the air, though neither of us were acting any differently than how we always did while I served her breakfast.
I had spent the entire night tossing and turning, going over everything in my head. This woman I secretly adored was a submissive who enjoyed reading de Sade and masturbated to it. I knew she hadn't known, and probably wouldn't know, the real feel of submission - the incredible joy that comes with abandoning repressions and allowing her natural feelings to surface and provide the deep satisfaction they'd bring her.
I had made up my mind, that same evening, I'd give her the thing she desired most. I wanted to please her, to expose her to the reality of being a Dominant and lead her to the world of submission before she fell into the hands of some nobleman who'd abuse her for his own desires.
Just as usual, I served her her wine that evening. We carried on as we always did - the lady and her servant, conversing about the day's events with all the decorum expected of us.
Either I'd be let go immediately for inappropriate conduct, leaving a wide swath of infamy on my character and potentially ending any chance at future employment in service. Or, I'd provide her with the most delightful evening of her life and guide her towards her dreams.
I took a deep breath and, with my heart racing, I inquired about her shoes and requested to sit at her feet to appreciate them. She didn't object, and I sat, admiring her beautiful legs.
Next, I asked: "Are those pumps, my lady? And do I see a hint of white poking through?"
She indeed caught my meaning and responded: "Yes."
I prompted her, "And would you mind adjusting that dress so I might have a better look?"
I observed a moment of hesitation before she willingly parted her legs, revealing her white panties. And there I saw how they molded so delicately to her sex, the groove that involuntarily revealed the contours of her pussy lips.
I was aroused by the situation, but the shift in power dynamics attracted my attention most. It was immensely thrilling. But what mattered the most was that I was providing her with something she craved, though she'd never had the courage to admit it in her daily life.
We proceeded exactly how she described in her writings. If you've read her story, you know what happened next. And she willingly played her submissive side as "Missy." I often provided her with drinks, her favourite being a glass of water and the other being a glass of wine. I also adorned her in outfits that accentuated her beauty. I wanted her to see herself as I did: a woman of intelligence, pedigree, and exquisite appearance.
During that particular weekend, his lordship prepared for a trip to Italy. I had a somewhat ambiguous connection with the maid, Emma, who likewise had a submissive nature. She would obey my commands as a form of penance for her (unknown) transgressions. In my arrogance, I wanted to push her even deeper into submission, so I purchased some seductive "French maid" ensembles for both "my ladies," as I referred to them. It was fascinating to observe how enthusiastically her ladyship embraced the concept of serving Emma, showcasing her appreciation for role reversals. I had both women pleasuring my penis, and then I had sex with Emma anally. This was the sex fantasy I was passionate about.
Maybe it was the thrill, or the constraints of my lower class upbringing, that prevented me from perceiving the mysterious development between her ladyship and the maid. However, as her ladyship recounts this story, I will refrain from discussing it further - except to mention that writing this with a chastity device is a punishment befitting a skillful Mistress. Once the box of Pandora has been opened, it cannot be shut again.
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