Summary: Legs adorned with fishnet stockings, they knelt down to pick up some clothes the Lord had left on the floor. The Lord smiled a bit, a sinister edge to his smile – he knew he could make this servant do anything he wished.
The small peel of moonlight lit the room in which the Lord of the Manor got his way with whomever he pleased. His legs were curled underneath him as he watched one of his servants move around the room. Their uniform clinging tightly to their frame as they moved. Legs adorned with fishnet stockings, they knelt down to pick up some clothes the Lord had left on the floor. The Lord smiled a bit, a sinister edge to his smile – he knew he could make this servant do anything he wished. All his servants obeyed his every word and whim. They knew to jump from a window if he wished, because if they didn’t they would suffer a long and painful death, rather than a quick fall.
The Lord coughed softly to get the servants attention. The servant quickly bought himself to stand up straight, eyes resting straight ahead, not daring to look anywhere else. Eyes lingering over the servant’s body, the Lord smiled again as he gingerly slid his feet out from under himself and put his feet on the ground, the hard heels of his boots making a soft thud on the ground.
As he took slow steps towards the still servant, his eyes wandered down to the servant’s pants. Every servant had a tailor made uniform to fit their body. This servant, in particular, had one of the most restraining ones. Whenever they moved, every step they took, some part of their body was shown.
Running his hand down the servant’s chest, and then around his back, the Lord smiled at the servant. Kissing the servant’s neck softly, he wrapped his arms around the servant’s waist and smiled as he rested his head on their shoulder. His hands made circles on the servant’s stomach, causing them to flinch a bit and bite their lip to hold in the small whimpers and other noises that could escape their mouth.
“What are we doing with you today, Benjamin?” the Lord whispered into the servant’s ear, nibbling on the lobe of it softly.
“Whatever you wish, Master Joel.” The servant replied in a hushed tone, his eyes now darting around the room nervously.
His deep brown eyes peered into the identical ones of the servant. Lust making his pupil enlarge and leave only a slither of the amber brown. Both the Lord and the servant’s heartbeats could be heard in the electric silence. The Lord’s hand trailed over the tattoo he knew lied below the servant’s tight leather shirt. He traced the word ‘Joel’, a smile playing on his taut lips. A tiny whimper escaped the servant’s mouth, the lip ring on the bottom lip teasing the top lip ever so slightly.
“Silence…” the Lord mumbled as he slowly pulled at the tights that held the servant’s manhood so firmly and pained him whenever he got an erection.
“Y…Yes Master Joel…” he uttered, holding in a moan. He knew he could easily be replaced. Replacement meant death. Slow and painful death.
The Lord stepped back from the servant and walked back to his bed, gesturing for the servant to follow him. The servant did so and slid onto the Lord’s lap, wrapping his strong legs around the Lord’s waist. The Lord grinned and kissed the servant, a loving yet cold tinge to it. As they kissed, the Lord pulled the servant’s pants down to his thighs, moaning quietly into the kiss.