Daisy’s Story – chapter 7 by Mistress_Crystals_slut
A Plan is Formed While Another Comes To Fruition
John stared into his half empty pot of ale in The Coach and Horses in Soho trying to come to terms with the sudden change in his fortunes from being an experienced servant in a Lady’s townhouse to his present circumstances, unemployed, sleeping on the floor of his friends accommodation and down to his last shilling. He mused about seeing if he could get work down on the docks or in the sugar factory but when he looked at his soft hands he knew no one would employ him in a labouring role.
“John Smith?”.
He looked up to see an odorous fat man, with a bulbous nose lower himself onto a chair opposite. The man carried two jugs of ale and pushed one across the table,
“Who wants to know?”
“My name is Pertwee and I have been commissioned to find John Smith, formerly servant to Miss Cynthia Wilson, and offer him a position with The Lady Dowager Tremayne. I believe that to be you, lad.”
John, took a gulp of his remaining ale and accepted the new jug. This was indeed a turn up for the books, a chance to re-establish himself in service, a lifeline indeed. He did not, however, wish to be seen as desperate so answered slowly:
“You have the right man, but I am considering a variety of offers at the present time. I am not sure service is for me anymore.”
Pertwee let out a long, loud snort of derision.
“Ah well I assume moving down to Cornwall isn’t on the agenda then, what with all these offers you are considering. Good luck young man, I’ll be off then. If by any chance you change your mind meet me at platform three Paddington station 10 am tomorrow morning and I will buy you a ticket and accompany you down to the Tremayne Estate. ”
With that Pertwee rose and left as quickly as he had arrived. John knew that he would be there tomorrow morning, he had no other choice really. He smiled to himself as he started on this new jug of ale, this unexpected chance to resurrect his career in service was just the stroke of luck he needed.
At the same time Mistress Cynthia was entertaining an old friend, her sixty year old solicitor Mr Forsyth, in her drawing room to afternoon tea. Tea was being served by Daisy whilst Mr Forsyth looked on admiringly at the young maid. Mistress Cynthia smiled to herself, then said:
“She is new, very pretty don’t you think Andrew? She reminds me of your wife when you married her twenty odd years ago a shy, young, pretty little thing, pale skinned, rosy cheeked, very demure and submissive I recall. ”
“Indeed Cynthia, I recall those days with great pleasure, but how times change, she can hardly be described in those terms these days.”
“Well perhaps I could offer you the opportunity to turn the clock back to those times, Andrew. Why not enjoy those moments again. Daisy is very amenable and you have the rest of the afternoon free. I would enjoy seeing you relive those special times and my basement is well equipped with every conceivable implement you might require.”
Cynthia watched Andrew’s eyes roam over Daisy’s young body before adding:
“I mean this is a private matter, Andrew, no one need ever know, think of it as a little recreation for an old and valued friend. Go on let yourself recreate those youthful, disciplinary games you enjoyed with your wife.”
His hand twitched and Mistress Cynthia said:
“Daisy, show Mr Forsyth down to the basement and be a good girl for him. I will join you shortly.”
Daisy had been prepared for this possibility by her Mistress and taking Mr Forsyth’s hand led him from the drawing room.
Fifteen minutes late Cynthia descended the stairs down to the basement and entered to find Daisy hands tied together and above her head while Mr Forsyth walked around her using the crop on her buttocks her back and her breasts. Red marks covered her young body as Mr Forsyth clearly enjoyed the sight of his work on her pale young flesh, leaving criss cross patterns on buttocks and breasts.
Daisy herself was finding that although this was uncomfortable she had a growing capacity to cope with pain and this was by no means the worst she had endured. The fact that Mr Forsyth was clearly excited and erect in his bulging trousers gave her an increasing awareness of her own power in this situation. She deliberately began to moan and groan more loudly noticing how this excited him even more. Mistress was right, men were totally controlled by their urges and it was in this regard that women might exert some control over them. She allowed tears to run down her cheeks and her lower lip to quiver, assuming this submissive reaction would be well received.
Cynthia watched on smilingly at Daisy’s ‘performance’, her ability to cope with pain and the obvious uncontrolled delight this beating of her and her reaction to it gave to Mr Forsyth. He flung her to her knees and undid his fly buttons releasing a fully erect cock. Cynthia mused as to how long it must have been since he last had experienced such an erection. He grabbed handfuls of Daisy’s hair and forced his cock between her lips telling her to:
“Suck like the bitch you are!”
With Daisy’s more practised technique it wasn’t long before the elderly Mr Forsyth exploded inside her mouth, cum dribbling over her chin as his breathing slowly began to return to normal. She opened her mouth to show him it filled with his warm seed then swallowed before bowing her head and muttering the single word:
“Master”.
“Well done Andrew…….you taught her a good lesson, one she won’t forget.”
As Cynthia said this she winked at Daisy who behind Mr Forsyth’s smiled back.
“Leave her on the floor where she belongs and let’s return to my drawing room, Andrew”.
Still somewhat out of breath Mr Forsyth accompanied Cynthia to her drawing room and accepted a glass of dry sherry.
“Cynthia, thank you. That was a delightful experience. I can’t thank you enough. She really is a little tart.”
“She definitely is Andrew and I thank you for putting her through that punishment she so richly deserved and needed…….. I hate to raise this but there is a small matter you might be able to help me with, Andrew.”
“Go on my dear, if it’s something I can help with I would only be delighted to do so.”
“This is so embarrassing. I find that I cannot get hold of the money that I am expecting from my investments till next month and I have my butcher and grocer clamouring for payment, threatening to refuse deliveries. The shame would be just too much to bare”.
“Say no more Cynthia, we can’t have that can we. I would be delighted to help what sum are we talking about?”
“It’s a little over £15 Andrew, if you could loan me that amount for a short while it would be a great help.”
Mr Forsyth took four £5 notes from his wallet and placed them on the side table.
“Say no more Cynthia. Oh and don’t worry about repaying me my dear. Though maybe I could come around next month and visit you……and Daisy….once more.”
“Of course Andrew, I think we both would very much like that.”
A few minutes later after finishing his glass of sherry Mr Forsyth said his goodbyes and left. Cynthia thought how easy that had been. She would need to look through her contacts book to find some more suitable gentlemen or indeed ladies that might be similarly indulged. Daisy was a perfect find.