Thread: An Indecent Correspondence (AlluringEnigma x Dane Stalling)

Hello Tom, Im afraid that Im not quite sure who the girl you refer to is, as I never quite spent as much time with our dear Elizabeth as you have. However, from the sounds of her, she seems like a bit of a waste of your time. I will remark that my reciting of your letter brought quite the smile to her face, at least I think it was a smile her mouth was a bit occupied at the time. As if wasnt obvious, Im not Elizabeth. Shes a bit tied up at the moment, so to speak, so I took the liberty of ensuring that you would receive a timely response. I believe that sloth is one of the seven deadly sins, and dear Elizabeth has already committed too many of them to add another to her list. Besides, youve spent much of your life around her, and I imagine that a new voice to talk to outside of that uncivilized hell must be appreciated. So, let me formally introduce myself. I am the lovely handmaiden Kelsey. I presume that I was at least mentioned in passing at some point during her correspondence with you, however Im unsure of the extent with which I was discussed, as your lovely pen pal is too occupied for me to ask. In fact, her muffled mewling is rather obnoxious, and Im afraid Ill have to take care of that before I continue writing. Now that shes been reminded of the sanctity of silence, I can continue. Im sure that my words are far less ornate than your beaus and my manner of speech far more direct than her winded soliloquys, but I dont think that wholly matters. Elizabeth has taught me more than enough to make my penmanship above-average and my words meaningful. I imagine, and Ill be disappointed if not, that she has regaled you with the stories of my past innocence. Considering the amount of time between conception and reading of a parcel that travels all the way down to Africa, these could be recent developments for you. By the by, if she hasnt mentioned the story of my corruption, so to speak, then perhaps she can fill you in when I deign to free her schedule up. Nonetheless, suffice it to say that my initial relationship with our mutual friend was exploratory and passive. I had always wanted to explore the more deviant side of life, partially due to the whispers of your adventures around town, but Id never had the means or wherewithal to do so. As a consequence, when I found myself being seduced by the lovely mistress of the estate, I complied like a passive sheep following a self-assured shepherd. I do believe that Elizabeth was fairly overconfident at the time of her decision to have her way with me. I think she was operating under the assumption that my innocence was by choice, rather than by situation. However, blushing upon the discovery of the affairs of others is not a mark of innocence, but rather a mark of station. For someone as high above the world as Elizabeth, I would imagine itd be hard to see the concerns of unemployment that so often shape the reactions of us at the bottom. None of that is a criticism of the dear girl, but rather an observation of her inability to understand those whom she thinks she has figured out. Im afraid that Elizabeths proclivity to ramble on has affected me, after all the time with her, so I apologize for my tangents and the like. Returning to the story at hand, I spent the first month of my time with Elizabeth learning from every dalliance she afforded me. Every night our adventures seemed to drift further and further away from the banal interactions of the insipid high-class courtships. I shall remark that the feeling of hemp abrading my skin was the least of my concern nightly. However, instead of continuing further down into the depths of depravity while being led along by employer and lover, an unlikely catalyst appeared. You might be rather honored, or some variation on that word, to hear that your letter was the very catalyst that transformed me into something more than a passive participant. Despite not being impressed by your newest plaything, or perhaps her newest plaything, I will admit that the story inspired me. A life of servitude does not invite bold actions, and hence I spent my relationship trying to avoid invoking any wrath from the audacious lady I was now in bed with. However, what occurred to me with your letter is that station does not preclude desire. A person born in the finest silk is just as lustful as the one born in rags. So, the next night, I spent a considerable amount of energy studying the girl I had spent a month with. For, you see, people may talk as much as it pleases them, but the only true indicator of intent is action. So, instead of simply complying to the wishes of the rather demanding Elizabeth, Im sure you remember how she can get at times, I instead started whispering commands to her. At first, at the onset of our night together, they were subtle. In fact, one could mistake them as suggestions. Another thing Ive learned, once again I apologize for the aside, is that those who truly want control are averse to even the thought of suggestion. The second I held sway with Elizabeth, who complied to my requests almost immediately, I knew she was not the totalitarian force she purported to be. As the night matured, so did my plan. What once were suggestions, now slowly devolved into subtle commands. By the time Elizabeth and I were in a state of full undress, she was on her back, an alien position for her with our interactions. Besides her compliance, which titillated me to no end, I also noticed a difference in her interactions. When our sordid affair had first gone underway, she had the commanding presence and touch of an accomplished leader, not a soul would have mistaken her as anything but the leader. However, lying on her back with the soft syllables of pleasure now escaping her lips, her touch was tentative and hesitant. Each motion seemed to be asking for consent before fully committing gone was the fearless bedroom general who had confidently ensnared her prey, replaced with an unsteady greenhorn who was awaiting proper direction. Im unsure if you have ever coaxed out this side of her, something tells me that someone as proficient as you has, but Id love to hear about your methods, as I will be heavily involved in her next correspondence as you will soon learn more about. Returning to the story, I knew I had Elizabeth right where I wanted her. I have to admit that the feeling of dominating my employer was exhilarating. Besides the fact that her iron will was now reversed, it was a sort of triumph that the humble daughter of backcountry farmer had tamed one of the iron-willed nobles of London. Feeling quite confident in my grip upon her, I immediately stopped the exchange between us, and stood up, towering over the bare and humbled mistress of the household. With the same edge in my voice that Elizabeth had demonstrated naught but the night before, I commanded This was fun, and judging by your reaction, you agree. Now, since we both clearly understand what you want, I think it should be clear that I decide the state of our nightly affairs. I paused for a second at the time, waiting for her response. Her assent was voiced by a meek nod of her head, a rather pathetic gesture that amused me to no end at the time. Good. Tomorrow, after the sun has set, I expect to see you here, bare as the day of your birth, and kneeling at the front of the bed, awaiting me without motion. Understood? Then, without waiting for a response, I walked away. Now, Im sure an intelligent and capable man such as yourself knows the inevitable conclusion of this tale, but Ill recount it nonetheless, Im sure youll reap some pleasure regardless. The next night, I waited a good while after the sun had set, to ensure that Elizabeth had followed instructions without fault, and then walked into the room. Sure enough, there she knelt, her porcelain legs red from her extended stay upon the ground, in fact, even her head was bowed, another gesture that amused me to no end. With a joyous hop in my step, I acquired the same rope that had been entangled across my body mere days ago, and proceeded to wrap Elizabeth in it, my movements concise and my knots tight. Before long, she was helpless to my will, something that seemed to arouse her far more than any of her previous escapades that she had partaken in with me. I was now free to do with what I wanted to one of the more powerful women in London. Let me tell you, Tom, that I took advantage of every moment. Her chambers would have been alight with cries of pain and pleasure had I not taken the liberty of using her lingerie to stifle those outbursts. If you could have seen her, I think you would have appreciated my work. Her skin, that lovely ivy-white that seems to cling to the upper class, was turned bright red by the end of the night. No part of Elizabeth was untouched, and when I finally removed the ropes and allowed her speech, she was naught but a gibbering mess kneeling before me. Now, as I mentioned before, Id like to participate in the next correspondence, and Ive thought of something interesting for both myself and you, which will no doubt translate to enjoyment for our dear friend. I imagine that you will have missed access to your infatuation, and theres no easy remedy for thousands of miles of land and water. However, I believe I can give you a hand in her private affairs, so to speak. Id like for you to detail exactly what youd like done to your old flame. No doubt months away from her have conjured some lovely ideas in that twisted mind of yours, and Id like to help exact them. I must stress that Id like to hear your most inventive whims, not simply your banal desires. Im certain that any girl, be it one from London or Africa, enjoys a good fling with Tom Greenacre. However, Id like something that would make our dear Elizabeth squirm, something twisted in its conception, be it through a devious torture or game of skill. Elizabeth, being the rather sporting girl, will love every moment of it. Of that, I have no doubt. But, in our brief interaction, Id like to see just how inventive the mind of the infamous Tom Greenacre is. Who knows, maybe Ill one day be able to afford the luxury of a vacation to Africa to further investigate. Until your next correspondence arrives, be assured that Elizabeth is in good hands. A simple maid no more, Kelsey Faith