Chapter 5: Master Arthur

I’m about to turn towards the east wing when I remember that I’ve nothing to read. The library is on the other side of the ballroom, and I’m hopeful that nobody will mind if I borrow a book. Most of the rooms have sensor operated night lights that provide some light without needing to switch on the main room lights. I make my way across the ballroom and into the library. I switch on some of the main lights as the night lights in the library don’t provide enough illumination to browse the bookshelves. Although nobody has said that I can’t come in here and borrow a book, I don’t linger in my search for a suitable book. The first shelves I look at are full of legal tomes, so I quickly pass by those. I’m scanning the fourth aisle when I find a book about volcanoes. In the interest getting back to my room, I slide the book off the shelf.

“I thought you might be attracted to that one,” comes a male voice from across the room.

I practically leap out of my skin as I spin around towards the voice. There, in the shadow of the aisles opposite me, stands Master Arthur.

“What? ... How? ... Umm,” I stutter, at a loss for words.

“How did I know you were here?” chortles Master Arthur. “Has my sister not told you that your location within the house and grounds is tracked at all times. I’ve been wanting to have a private talk with you. This seems to be a perfect time and location.”

I feel embarrassed at the close scrutiny I’m receiving from Master Arthur, but I feel comforted by the presence of my chastity belt. At least he isn’t going to be able to fuck me, although having sex with him isn’t something I would find abhorrent. I feel alarmed when I realise that I’m thinking in those terms. So far Master Arthur hasn’t made any sexual move towards me. I blame my slutty thoughts on his devilishly handsome looks, and my sexy leather gear and chastity belt.

“A private talk about what, Master?” I reply, remembering to be polite.

“The services I wish you to perform for me,” replies Master Arthur.

“Um ... But I’m employed as Mistress Matilda’s personal assistant?” I reply.

“Indeed you are,” chortles Master. “And any instructions you receive from Lady Matilda must take precedence over instructions from me or George. Are you currently undertaking anything she has instructed you to do?”

“Um ... No, Master.”

“Good. Then you can do me a service. Put your book on the table and come and kneel before me.”

My mind is in a turmoil. Should I refuse? What will be the consequences if I do? After a few moments hesitation, I meekly obey Master Arthur’s command. I gasp as he pulls out his already erect cock. There are no prizes for guessing what service he is expecting me to provide.

“I’m not sure Mistress Matilda will approve of me doing this,” I whimper.

“Nonsense,” laughs Master. “Why do you think Matilda has dressed you in this sexy leather outfit, if not to please me?”

I look at Master Arthur in shock. I quickly do a mental stock-take of everything Mistress Matilda has told me since my interview. At no time has she indicated why my uniform is a sexy black leather outfit, when everyone else at the Hall is dressed in normal staff uniforms. Okay, the thigh high slits in the adult maids’ dresses aren’t regulation uniform, but that’s the only departure from a customary uniform for house staff. What Master Arthur is implying makes sense ... if he is telling the truth.

“Have you deep throated a man’s cock before, Laura?” asks Master.

“Yes, Master,” I reply.

Which isn’t exactly a lie. My university room-mate, Jeanne, and I had entertained five lads from the hockey team during one wild graduation party. We gave the lads a blow job each, which almost qualifies as a deep throat. However, their cocks weren’t as large as the monster before my eyes.