Chapter 1

Ashley Piggleton received so much harassment in university about her dreadful last name that she risked her parent’s ire and legally changed it on her eighteenth birthday. Now she proudly announced whenever asked that her name was Ashley Bond and the jokes stopped almost immediately.

Of course, her father merely grunted when she greeted him at the dinner table but she was determined to present an acceptable profile to her future Nanny needing households that included a non-comment inducing interaction. Her attitude concerning the “toning down” of her original name extended to several other features of her physical presentation known only to her close friends and her reclusive sister Lizzie.

Her chosen avocation of Nanny was admittedly not her first choice, but she did not have the requisite skills to do well in covert intelligence and she was much too shy to be successful as a “lady of the night” performing tricks of a degrading personal nature for desperately lonely married men.

Her sister Lizzie was an accredited librarian with several years of steady employment in the foremost library located in the center of the biggest city in their State. Ashley often visited her there in the quiet halls and they would read their own selections in muted silence. Lizzie was usually buried in some ponderous thick book of geological discoveries and Ashley was lost in her favorite moisture inducing romance of historical fiction. She wished she could jump into the pages and be the lost girl in the forest surrounded by a circle of outlaws stripping her naked with their feasting eyes on her defenseless female flesh. It seemed to her that she was virtually victorious in any scenario composed in a novel of such imaginative composition.

Each for their own reasons, both sisters were still virgins.

Ashley had a reasonable excuse because she was just barely twenty years of age now. At least, she tried to reflect on her status in the light of that plausible defense.

Her sister Lizzie really had no excuse, except for her fastidious nature that was understandably shocked by the sight of any male organ in full extension and in close proximity. Lizzie secretly wished that she had that trait of character that could easily accept her gender assumed submissive role and just spread her knees and take the manly medicine that would cure her of her virginal woes.

Lizzie had confided in her sister that she had found the ideal way to get around her lack of full penetration experience was by lifting her skirts and allowing her male friends to rub their aroused business on her form-fitting foundation and under her tightly stretched garters holding up her flesh-toned hose. Those lucky gentlemen appeared to be well satisfied with her submissive posture and she only had to wash her undergarments more often than normal to remove the evidentiary stains. It was after that revelation that Ashley changed her style of dress to include the wearing of sexy black garters and skimpy French knickers fully out of sight of her friends and associates, both male and female. She couldn’t wear the customary corset because it robbed her of her ability to move about freely doing her daily labors as a full-fledged Nanny to high-class families. It was the sort of duties that necessitated the freedom of movement that allowed her to bend and stretch with little worry about restrained flesh.

Her first year of performing the duties of a Nanny were more boring than exciting, but she liked the opportunity to continue her historical romance readings and would attend to her stress reduction exercises in the privacy of her tiny compartment in the hallway leading up to the attic of the large household. None of the males in that household neither masters nor servants suspected her salacious choice of undies and they would have been leery of action even if they did because she still exuded a “standoffish” attitude that preempted confidential interaction.

The offer of a lucrative post came to her in the mail with promise of expanded income and since she had no close ties to the family with the tiny tots too young to even remember her with fondness, she simply gave her notice and mounted the first available coach for the journey to the inland assignment. She hoped they had a good library for her to continue her romantic explorations in silent appreciation.

The new posting was a large estate at the end of a neatly tended road that sported wild flowers of every variety and color that met the eye. She wondered if they were natural or if some aficionado of floral displays had sown the seeds of multi-hued arrangements left natural and scattered in every direction without order or purpose.

There was a rock wall of sorts around the estate that was easily trod over by a determined pedestrian. She assumed it was just there to establish the boundaries of the land holding and not to prevent any unwanted guest from entering. Horses were inside a smaller compound off to the side of the graveled driveway. They were busy consuming the ground cover which seemed designed to be their main diet rather than the hay served up to the other domestic animals. Ashly wondered what the grass tasted like in the mouth all chewed up and ready to be swallowed down the gullet all green and sticky.

She remembered her tutor at home who had convinced her of the appropriateness of taking his long thick shaft between her lips and “getting a taste of it” for her educational benefit before venturing into the real world of commerce and male superiority. He was a bit of a limp-wristed personage in her opinion, but seemed to have no problem with using her mouth for his pleasure in private sordid exercises without any discernable gender discrimination. After a moment of hesitation, she had allowed him to hold her head at the correct angle and took him inside her oral wetness with some sense of sense of arousal down below her waistline. She was certain it was due to the thought that she was doing something so dirty and sinful with a person she had no love for and in truth really didn’t like that much either.

When the delightfully distracted tutor flooded her mouth with his sticky mess, she almost gagged, but followed his instructions and swallowed the “evidence” because she didn’t want to be found out and thought a dirty girl ever ready to fall to her knees behind closed doors. After that initial encounter, Ashley accepted her submissive role in the household, but was circumspect in not allowing the tutor, whose name she could not remember to her ever-lasting shame, to touch her below the belt with his greedy and far too familiar hands. She took those lessons to heart and expanded her recently developed oral horizons to include certain older married family friends in need of discreet yet intimately kinky female attention. It was always in odd places like inside the pantry or behind a curtain in some hidden alcove and even under the freshly pressed tablecloth in the busy dining room on a cold winter night.