Maiden Bound

“I am Lord Hugh, the Earl of Chester. You will not eat that I do not feed you. You will not dress that I do not clothe you. You will not slumber that I do not allow it. Before this moment you were my chattel, beyond it you are simply mine! Intimately, to do with as I please.”

Hugh stalked around the golden maiden using his size and her petite height, gladly, to intimidate her. “Maiden, you are comely.” He paused behind her, lifting a strand of gold-fired curls in his hand. “This pleases me. And, you are afraid of me, which you would do well to heed.”

Hugh paused a moment again to determine the order of his further directions as Emma’s silken curls of hair caressed his finger with a life of their own. She was buxom, this Saxon maiden and he had the perfect view with his height from behind her, down her sultry cleavage.

“I will allow no disobedience from you that you would not receive punishment for attempting,” Hugh paused and drew a deep breath, then bellowed, “Is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord,” Emma squeaked, juggling those handsome tits to distraction, until Hugh determined the very place upon her body where he would begin his instruction.

“Then strip this cloth to your waist, maiden.”

Hugh watched Emma’s startled blue-gray eyes rise to his, while her coral-tinted bottom lip trembled. “N-Now?” she questioned with a wavering voice.

His answer was to step forward ominously, his gaze fixed on her as if he looked at one of his Knaves, who had dared speak out to him. Twas effective, for Emma’s quaking hand came up to pull the garment off one slender white shoulder, then the other.

“Shake back your hair, maiden. You know that which I wish to see.”