A fine, BDSM hansom, upstanding young man with no ambition beyond becoming a Butler at my country house in Buckinghamshire. He lived in the village all his life, he excelled at the village school and yet when time to leave school came he approached me for a position. “But young man you can surely do better than enter service?” I enquired and when he replied with some unlikely tale I offered him a position of footman with a ridiculously low salary which he accepted with alacrity. I suspected from the start the attraction was my daughter Lavinia, all swirling hair, girlish laugh, sparkling eyes and full of life, like her mother about whom the least said the better, suffice is to say she had had every member of my Polo team and most of the opposition before I sent her to Brighton where I believe she Brunette now works in a whore house. I knew Mellors and Lavinia were carnally active “At it like knives,” to use the vernacular and it was a surprise she had not already fallen for a child. For this reason as she became of age I arranged for her to marry one Humphrey Raymond, a dear friend of mine, recently widowed. Humphrey could have been the inspiration for the Humpty Dumpty fable, very near as big round as he was tall he did not wear his sixty years well, but he was like an older brother to me, the sort who puts frogs in ones boots and tells tales to Mama. There was just the problem of Lavinia’s lost maidenhood, so I hatched a plot to resolve that issue. “Droit de Signeur,” my father had claimed the right to any maids maidenhead ahead of her wedding, it worked well, especially for girls whose maidenheads had been well and truly lost long before the wedding. Father had the blame, whether he had the girl or not, and indeed her had Doctor Legge inspect the maiden and if the maidenhead were gone he forwent the pleasure only taking fresh young untouched maidens. I only indulged occasionally, preferring to seek relief with a chambermaid, a fresh unplucked one every now and again, carefully plucked and then firmly ensconced in a patent chastity aid. I had indulged with Lavinia’s governess at one time and now had to provide accommodation for her and her brat at Hastings, so now I dallied with lower orders whose accommodation could be provided far more cheaply. Lavinia was not in the least impressed with the husband I had chosen Bondage for her, “Why?” she demanded. “He is an admirable fellow,” I suggested. “And how much is he paying you?” she demanded. “Nothing,” I insisted. “Then it must be blackmail,” she surmised. “At least when you are safely wed you shall be able to sample the servants to your hearts content with no risk of bearing bastards,” I assured her. “Daddy, what sort of girl fetish do you take me for?” she demanded. I ignored her. He wedding day approached and I summoned Dr Legge the afternoon of the day before the ceremony was due. “Just a formality doctor, I need to ensure her virginity before the ceremony,” I advised. “Dear god, surely you shan’t pluck your own offspring!” he blustered. “Actually, no, on the contrary,” I confided, “I am reasonably confident she has been plucked frequently by Slave a servant, this is why she must wed, though if by any mischance she has not then we must reconsider the matter entirely. Lavinia was not at all amused to be commanded to appear before doctor Legge, “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded. “The good doctor is required to verify your virginity,” I explained. “Why?” she enquired. “Because,” I explained, “I have the right to every maidenhead within the parishes of my estate, obviously I cannot take your maidenhead, so it must be recorded.” “Pah,” she snapped, “Very well doctor do your worst!” she snapped and she raised her voluminous skirts to reveal her upper thighs. “Dear god she is shaven like a whore!” the doctor exclaimed. She said the nurse would be in soon with the baby and once he was awoken, he would want to eat. There is no great trick to making a woman realize this - if she does not understand it by herself, she just needs to be raped until it is clear to her." Then, he startled me by asking softly, “Have you ever touched another man’s cock before?” The young tongue licking his cock and the little hands on his balls made him soon lose it and a load of hot sticky cum soon filled the young mouth. “I'm going Brunette to be thinking about this huge cock! So I went out on the couch. Cassie looked at the others and said, "Hey I got a suitcase full of toys if you want to use them." The feather then reversed its course back up her inner thigh as the brush rolled down her ass cheek and then over the back of her left thigh. I eventually compiled hundreds of these photos – and would secretly appreciate her beauty without her knowledge. When Steve pulled his fingers out of her dripping cunt, it stayed slightly open. ” My family. I began slow smooth strokes just a bit deeper each time. I had turned her into my slutty Mommy, and now she was defending me. She was dominating her husband without me even ordering her to. “So, why do you want me to turn your dog?” All I knew was that when I was doing it I liked it. "How's Slave my Jeanie doing?" “What’s that?!” I shifted forward and rested my hand on my knee to keep it from shaking as the fear-induced adrenaline high from fear of a runaway lynch mob society abated. I got his message loud and clear, but I couldn’t help but turn his insult into an opportunity. “Well you seem to be ready.” Then fetish she rubbed the cocks head on the anus and pushed. Everything was controlled in their lives to ensure a top quality product. Please!” She gives me that baby face of hers and I can’t resist. That’s when her legs wrapped around him and without any resistance, he felt his cock slide into her woman hood. His hands roamed up her legs again as she settled into him, pushing her soft pink skirt up high, exposing her white lace. I gently pulled her shorts aside to expose her moist pussy. I get bored to death with their gossip! That did not stop other intrusions but I made sure to lock the door if I was going to Bondage be naked in the room. When I came, I pulled out and threw the condom away. She had never expected to find herself naked BDSM in my bed when she left the house that morning.