Elizabeth, His Lordship’s Demure Body-Servant Bundle: Volumes 1 through 5 of the Series

by Carlsbad, Alex

  She had fainted.

  The butler had carried her unconscious naked body back to her lord's chambers where he had had to use smelling salts to bring her back.

  "So tell me, little one, have you come up with a choice of your own that is sure to kindle your lord's earnest?" The butler asked an evil glint shining in his eyes.

  "Yes, sir. I – I have," stammered Elizabeth. Her breasts shook with trepidation as she spoke, "When his lordship me service him this morning, he asked me to lick his shoes. I – I, was thinking that perhaps –" her voice trailed off her confidence suddenly wavering.

  "Keep going, sweetheart. You're doing well," encouraged the butler.

  "Maybe you could use one of those evil looking metal things, downstairs, to – to attach my tongue and make it longer," she finally finished blurting out the last words quickly as if afraid they would come back and bite her somehow.

  "You want me to use metal clamps on your little tongue and stretch it for his lordship? Is that it?" The butler asked a faint hint of a smile crossing his severe lips.

  Elizabeth was not sure she could speak and so merely nodded, a single tear dropping from her long eyelashes. It dripped onto her quivering upturned breast from where it slowly meandered down her taught abdomen.

  "Excellent choice, sweetheart!" The butler released her face and lovingly caressed her cheek. "I am sure his lordship will be most impressed with your dedication." He then took her hand and gently guided her towards the door, "Here let's go downstairs and clean you up first."

  Elizabeth felt like in a dream as she padded after the big sumptuously dressed man. The fact that he was impeccably dressed made her ever more cognizant of her own nakedness as he led her down the expansive corridors of the vast house.

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  As they made their way down the four floors it took to get to the ground floor washroom, the butler on many occasions couldn't help but glance back at the petite busty brunette as she followed him. He held her by the hand like a father would a child and saw how easy it was for her to instinctively blush and lower her eyes every time she caught his open stare.

  She was a true find – docile and naturally agreeable, she was also beautiful beyond measure. Thick curls cascaded down her small body enveloping her almost all the way to her waist in their lush auburn waterfall. Her breasts were definitely something to make a poet rave with delight – big for her body, pale skinned, they were topped with large aureolas and thick pointy nipples that tightened at the mere hint of a cold wisp of draft.

  However what made her more precious than her weight in money, the butler knew, was her innate desire to please. He chuckled to himself when he thought of how lord Benedict would surely put the young girl through her paces and enjoy unveiling her true submissive nature. For the first time in a long time, the butler really felt grateful for the position fate had given him in life. The lord was a very busy man and would surely rely heavily on his butler's expertise when it came to training young Elizabeth.

  He couldn't wait to start.

  Finally they entered a large room. Inside was a massive, cast iron tub, while at the far end of the room, and along the wall, was a long table covered with rubber mats.

  With practiced efficiency, the butler turned on the spigot and then crossed to the table where he started placing out various looking items. Elizabeth watched mesmerized as she saw the steam rise from the water. Heated tapwater was something she had heard of that never seen.

  "Before we work on your tongue however we will have to wash you out nicely. Have you ever had an enema before?" Elizabeth bit her tongue. She wanted to submit, she truly did. But wasn't there a way to do it and avoid humiliation, she wondered.

  "I didn't hear your answer?" The man turned around tiny wisps of anger in his voice.

  "No, sir." Elizabeth stood in the center of the cold room as she awkwardly squirmed trying to cover her breasts with one arm and her legs with the other. The big heavy butler smiled, "There is no such thing as privacy, sweetheart. Don't cover yourself from me, or anyone else for that matter. Not as long as you are in service with lord Benedict." The butler patiently waited and finally with a little sigh of exasperation Elizabeth lowered her hands to her side.

  "Up on the table and on your knees, little one," the butler instructed. "Down on your elbows, I want you to lean in against those big breasts of yours. Put your bum in the air!" The butler placed his hand on Elizabeth's back forcing her down into position. "Sometimes it is necessary to strap a girl in. But I don't think you'll need restraints. You're just too submissive for that. Now stand still and try to breathe deeply." The butler opened a jar for ointment and coated his fingers liberally in it. Pressing his thumbs down into the crease between Elizabeth's butt-cheeks he slowly opened her up. He admired how tight and supple her young body was. Only hours ago he had stretched her butt out using his fingers and yet here she was – tight as if nothing had happened. A hiccup escaped Elizabeth’s anguished lips at the unwelcome sensations of the man's thick oily fingers as they circled her small puckered entrance. Elizabeth brought her fists against her mouth stifling a scream of humiliation.

  "Remember to breathe. I don't want you hyperventilating like earlier," the man instructed and watched with delight as the small brunette obeyed forcing little anguished gulps of air through her lips. "Arch your back and push your butt higher. Submit to me by bearing down as I push my fingers in you."

  "Why are you doing this to me, sir?" asked the girl through clenched teeth. Elizabeth looked back to see the elderly butler had rolled up his sleeves and was obviously concentrated on administering her enema.

  "Shush, little one. Keep quiet and submit yourself as I know you want. You don't have permission to speak,” the man said and Elizabeth reluctantly closed her eyes concentrating on her breathing.

  "I need to loosen you up for the enema nozzle. You're tight again," the man explained. Elizabeth felt the blunt tip of the butler's finger as it slowly pushed past her resisting rosebud. Almost immediately her sensitive ring gave way under the unrelenting pressure as the older man's digit plunged to the second knuckle. She felt the sensation of his finger as he wiggled it inside her eliciting a strange desire to make a bowel movement. She squirmed in an instinctive attempt to expel the unwanted digit which immediately caused the butler to painfully smack her on the cheek. She meekly gulped and forced herself to stand as still as possible. Soon the butler placed two more fingers in and started rubbing them around expanding her resistant butt. Elizabeth could feel them deep inside as her muscles stretched and clenched trying to accommodate the painful invaders.

  Finally, satisfied that ointment was spread nicely, the butler replaced his fingers with the tip of the enema nozzle. Elizabeth felt unbidden tears start to pour from her eyes when she felt warm water push its way into her bottom. She held her breath, trying to become as accustomed as possible to the odd sensation. As the water continued to flow, Elizabeth could feel her body start to expand and the first cramps hit her belly. Elizabeth groaned as she rocked from side to side attempting to alleviate the throbbing pain. Slowly her belly distended and she could feel how it now touched the rubber mat of her which she was kneeling.

  "I have elected to give you an extremely large enema. Since it is your first time, it is important to clean you out nicely." The man explained. Elizabeth knew that any protests would only result in further spankings and so quietly submitted herself to the degrading experience.

  "Very good, you're doing extremely well, my child," said the butler gently caressing her twitching buttocks. She felt him slowly detach the tube from the enema bag and could see it now dangle between her legs. "Now please scoot back and stand." Suddenly Elizabeth felt as if she was pregnant. Awkward fullness dominated her entire lower body and together with the cramps it made her cry openly. She forced herself off the table and clinging onto its edge gingerly stood up as best she could.

  With her full breasts and distended abdomen, the butler couldn't help but think how Eliza
beth suddenly looked as if she was in her third trimester with child. He felt terribly hard as his cock pushed against the confines of his trousers. He willed himself however to resist the temptation of shoving his manhood deep into her hot little mouth. Indoctrinating a young submissive like Elizabeth demanded patience and he knew there would be plenty of time ahead to satisfy his own urges.

  "Try to stand still and not squirm, little one," the old man instructed.

  It was difficult. She had never in the eighteen years of her life experienced anything like it. A loud gurgling sound escaped her abdomen and she blushed violently. She saw it elicited a broad smile on the Butler's face. Through teary eyes she saw him pick up a strange device and hold it up for her to see.

  It had leather straps all around and two square leather patches on either side. In its center was what appeared to be a rubber cylinder attached on either side with short metal pivots. She had never seen anything like it before.

  "Do you know what this is?"

  She shook her head too weak to speak.

  "This is the device we use when tongue-stretching is in order." He saw her expression change into one of pure terror as her eyes grew wide and she stared at the device. "I was extremely surprised to hear you ask that you submit to your lord by having your tongue stretched. It is very commendable indeed. This is what we will use."

  Before Elizabeth had a chance to voice an objection, the butler expertly moved forward and with a couple swift motions attached the awkward device around her head securing it tightly in place with a leather collar that viciously held at her neck.

  As he went about securing her head harness and ensuring that the blinders covered either side of her face so that she could only see straight ahead, the butler couldn't help but be amazed at the graceful ease with which this young girl was submitting herself to him in the name of her lord. He had never before had the experience of somebody so naturally docile and willing to push her own boundaries.

  He collected the long thick curls of her hair and gathered them up into a ponytail that he passed between the leather straps on the back of her head. Finally he had everything in place and now took the metal bit with the rubber cylinder at its center. It had two screw-like devices on either side.

  "This will go in your mouth and you will put your tongue through the cylinder. I will tighten the screws on either side holding it in place. That way with time it will start forcing the muscle that runs along your tongue's center to relax and stretch out as you requested. Of course, once placed in your mouth, you will not be able to speak. So tell me now — do you still want to go ahead with this ordeal of your choice?"

  He looked at the girl and saw in her big non-blinking eyes the clear and obvious fight that was taking place in her soul. He could only try to imagine what her mind was going through as it tried to adapt to her innate desire to please and the new situation she was in. This time yesterday she had been just another teenager frolicking around her parents' home. Today — here she was with the biggest possible enema in her belly, sweating and wondering how best to please her lord.

  "Y – yes," she stammered, "I do want to do that, I do want you to stretch my tongue, so I can better service his lordship." Elizabeth finally said, her voice gaining strength as she spoke the words.

  The Butler's admiration for the girl grew immensely in that instant for he saw in her not the weakness of a pushover, but the resolute will of a true submissive woman. He nodded and slowly and carefully placed the rubber cylinder into the small mouth of the petite brunette. Cold sweat poured down the beautiful girl's features as she furrowed her brow in concentration while she pushed her tongue through the opening in the center forcing her muscle to stretch. Her mouth watered reflexively and a long string of saliva poured out around her tongue and lips slowly dripping down between her trembling breasts to the floor where it fell between her feet.

  "Don't worry about dripping saliva. It is par for the course," the butler heard himself say. He had never before offered any consolation to a submissive-in-training. Yet, here he was – trying to console this small waif of a thing.

  He wondered whether she was indeed the only one having a learning experience today.

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  Volume Five: Elizabeth Comforts Her Lord

  Finally his lordship was back!

  Elizabeth's heart was doing little somersaults of joy. The ordeal of waiting was over. He had left her alone and virtually deprived of any meaningful presence all day now. Alone in his bedroom, expecting him eagerly, she had only been interrupted when the butler had stopped by a couple of times to ensure that she was properly prepared and ready for his lordship's return.

  Merely yesterday Elizabeth had still been just another eighteen-year-old girl worried about her livelihood. That was before the most powerful man she had ever known had deigned to bless her family with an offer no one could possibly refuse. There was still so much she had to learn, but Elizabeth felt she had been graced by fate itself and had been found by a man whose dominant and severe demeanor was like a bedrock to her roiling insecurities.

  He knew exactly what lay in the most secluded parts of her soul – those corners of her mind that even she wasn't fully aware of. His presence had shone a stark light into her darkness and given her purpose!

  And now she waited for him eagerly hoping to demonstrate her gratitude!

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  "Stand still and turn around for me slowly, sweetheart," the lord said. Elizabeth did as ordered, her chest thrumming with excitement at what unknown experience was to follow. She almost scurried away but somehow willed herself to stay.

  "You are so sweet and submissive, little one. We will get along just fine, you and I. Won't we?" She felt the lord circle her body and strained to remain facing the way she had been told. The leather blinders they had tied onto her head allowed her only the narrowest vision forward. She only had her master's voice to go by in trying to determine his exact position. She hated the way the rubber bit the butler had stuck in her mouth made her drool in long sticky drops that gently dribbled onto her quivering nipples.

  Slap!

  His lordship's large hand left a radiating imprint across her butt. "I asked you a question, sweetie."

  "Eeek!"

  Her tongue felt numb where it was squeezed tight between the screws of the device in her mouth.

  And to think she had asked for it herself?! It was now almost four hours since the butler had obliged her and inserted a device in her mouth meant to make her tongue longer with time.

  She had told him she wanted to be able to better polish her lordship's shoes. And she meant it. But God was it painful and disconcerting!

  "Ungh!" The lord had suddenly spread her cheeks and pushed in a long probing finger up her nether passage. It was still sensitive from the distending enema she had been given, that goosebumps of anguish formed all across her body.

  "Shush, little one. I know it must be painful down there. Andrews told me he gave you a distending cleanse earlier. But I need you to bear down and submit yourself to me. Your pain makes it so much easier for you to learn to adapt and relinquish any lingering notions from before." He pulled out his finger and this time pushed three fingers into her tight butt in one smooth motion making her shudder uncontrollably.

  "At first it might hurt," the lord spoke as she felt him rolling up the sleeve of the hand that was embedded deep in her nether passage. "But with time, you will get used to it. Pain is the way your body tells you that you love me. Breathe in deep through your nose and concentrate on your will to submit."

  Elizabeth slowly felt her mind go numb as she forced herself to concentrate on her lord's ministrations. "Don't make a sound. Let me make the decisions for both of us, as you know I'm best equipped to do." His voice was so quiet and peaceful she felt herself slowly succumb into a trance. Yesterday, when he had gifted her the first climax of her life, lord Benedict had been so gentle, so tender, and had made it so pleasurable that the contrast now was almost blindin
g. And yet she found the rapidly moving, churning digits slowly start to feel natural and blushed at the thought of what was being done to her.

  "There, I can feel your body start to relax."

  She felt and heard him gently bend and kiss the dimples on the small of her back.

  "Most people do not realize that we all descend from wild beasts. Men were always meant to be warriors and decision-makers," the lord accelerated the pistonning motion of his fingers in her butt and for the first time since he had started, Elizabeth felt a tremor shake her entire body. It felt exquisite, dirty and beyond naughty. Suddenly a drop materialized along her nether lips and she felt its gentle tickle as it dripped off and fell to the ground between her feet. She widened her stance to give her master better access. "Women are prey – meant to be taken and dominated. Modernity tells us this is wrong, but you only have to listen to your body to realize it is right."

  Elizabeth screamed through her gag, her voice echoing from the walls of the sumptuous suite when somewhere deep in her body a bubble of lust exploded. She lost all control and peed herself where she was standing.

  She was beyond caring however when she felt the wetness gush between her legs and onto the unimaginably expensive Persian carpet. The lord did not stop his motions and continued until the last trickle of liquid had escaped her wet triangle of auburn curls between her legs. Her knees were visibly shaking and when he gently pulled out his fingers he collected the girl and tenderly carried her over to his bed where he placed her to sit. Then he kissed her on the forehead taking a long moment to look into her unblinking brown eyes.

  "You're so beautiful," he said and for the first time in her life Elizabeth felt pride.

  The cool bedsheets felt exquisite on her abused buttocks and spasming rosebud as she gingerly relaxed into a seated position.