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RE Looking for VERY dominant M for non-con sex RP 3 well, I have three possibilities for pervy Doms... one is a sexually depraved handler at a slave shop who has fallen in lust with a select slave girls and come us with kinky and unnecessary punishments on a regular basis. male the other is a pervy doter, and former gynecologist who hires only the siexiest nurses and makes them where humiliating outfits, puts them through a series of sexual trails and even kinky rape. male the last is a drow tormentor. is is her jobs to break slaves and prisoners, through torment. she excels in seduction manipulation and sexual torture. female
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Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Alexander Marlowe was one of England's premier socialites. His family owned the Empire's largest import company, Marlowe Imports, which imported goods from the Empire's colonies all across the world. As such, the Marlowe family was not only very rich, but could also get away with quite a bit since they had the favor of the crown. Alexander Marlowe was a tall man, just turned thirty, standing at an even six feet, with raven black hair and green eyes. He was always well-dressed, wearing only custom-tailored clothing, and had set a few new trends in men's clothing. He kept a tidy, well-run house. Like many other privileged men of the Empire, the majority of his servants were young, attractive women. Although the Empress promoted a prudish lifestyle on the surface, but none of the nobility, including Her Majesty, actually practiced it. Having a large pool young ladies to choose from was a luxury that no wealthy man wanted to go without. Alexander had had problems with one of his maids in particular his personal maid. Tabitha had been Alexander's personal plaything for a good few years, but she'd decided to steal from him. Alexander hadn't particularly cared about the reason why, but he'd punished her nonetheless he'd marched her out, stark naked into the center of London and placed her in a stockade for public use. She would remain there until Alexander decided to take mercy on her and let her out which, knowing him, could be quite some time. As such, he was spending the day touring his female staff. He'd already had his way with a few of them, but he was looking for a more permanent plaything. He'd already inspected half of the staff and, while he was pleased with them, he wanted to examine each of them before making his choice.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

At just before four in the afternoon, Mairead was found by Wilson, Alexander's manservant. Wilson was one of the few permanent male staff in the Marlowe manor. Besides Wilson, there were a few male gardeners and the head chef was also a man, but otherwise it was all women. Wilson in particular was a bit of an enigma. For one thing, no one knew his first name he was only ever referred to as Wilson. Secondly, he seemed to be perpetually fifty, even though some of the other serving girls swore that he was older than that. In fact, there was a family photograph from twenty years ago that included him and in it he looked exactly the same as he did today. Wilson stood at 5'8. His head was entirely bald, save for his snowy eyebrows, but oddly devoid of wrinkles. As a matter of fact, Wilson had aged rather well and had quite a bit of muscle beneath his uniform, but it rarely showed since he hardly ever took it off. He always carried himself well, as a manservant should, with impeccable posture and with a crisp fluidity to his movements. His gray eyes locked onto Mairead as he entered the room. You will be delivering the master his tea today, he said, his voice deep and a little raspy. Normally one of the other girls would do it, but it is your turn to be inspected and it also happens to be teatime, so we will be killing two birds with one stone. Report to the kitchen at once to receive the tea tray and take it to the master in the tearoom.
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She looked up, surprised that Wilson would be down here in the empty guest quarters. He frightened her a little, which was a source of great embarrassment to her. Like one of those silly little junior maids, being afraid of his stern expression and strange gray eyes. She curtsyed immediately, bowing her head and waiting to be addressed. However, the instructions he gave her made her more than a little unnerved. She was to be inspected? She was surprised anyone even remembered that she worked for the household sometimes. She bit her lip as he instructed her to report to the kitchen and take the master his tea. She didn't wish to be noticed. It was the last sort of work that she wished to do. There were quite a few of the girls who found it most enjoyable to grant their favors to the master in such a way why did she have to do so as well? Well, that was the entirely wrong attitude, she supposed. It was her duty to serve however she was needed, no matter what her personal feelings on the matter. She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his instructions and hurried to the kitchens, where a tray was already prepared and waiting for her. As one of the lower housemaids, she didn't wear the more flirty or scandalous, depending on one's opinion uniforms of the upper housemaids who encountered the master often. So she looked rather more out of place as she carried the heavy silver tray up to the tearoom that the master tended to use more frequently. She tapped at the door carefully, waiting to be instructed to enter, and carried the tray inside, her eyes lowered respectfully. Your tea, Master Marlowe. she said softly, removing the lids from the tray, showing small tea sandwiches, a basket of sweet vanilla and cream biscuits and a bowl of sliced fruit with clotted cream. Once she had uncovered the tray, she stepped back, curtsying politely. Will there be anything else, Master Marlowe? She asked politely, her hands folded in front of her and hoping that he would take a quick look at her, find her unacceptable to his needs and send her back to her chores on the lower floor.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Alexander was wearing a white shirt, over which he'd wear a double-breasted coat if he was going out, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black leather shoes. He sat comfortably in his chair reading the paper when Mairead entered. He folded it neatly and set it aside when she set the tea tray down and looked up at her with a puzzled expression on his face when he saw her face. Now who are you? he asked, his tone genuinely curious. His voice was deep and cultured, casually enunciating each word as he spoke. I haven't seen you around the manor before. He stood and began pacing around her, examining her from every angle. He'd spent so much time among the more exotic maids that he was surprised to learn that he had a local girl in his employ. After making to complete circles around her, Mairead's question finally seemed to reach his ears. Hmm? he asked, suddenly remembering that she'd spoken. Oh, yes! There is something you can do for me. He settled back into his chair and rested one ankle on his knee, forming a right angle with his legs. You can strip for me. You may leave on your shoes and socks, but the rest has to go for now.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She bowed her head as he looked at her with a puzzled expression, feeling a small flicker of dismay. She'd been working here for fourteen years, ever since she was twelve years old. Still, she'd always worked in very out of the way, unpopular places so it was to be expected. My name is Mairead, Master Marlowe, should it please you. She said softly, raising her head and standing very straight as he paced around her, examining her much more closely than she'd ever been stared at before. She felt warm pinkness spreading through her cheeks as he sat back down, her eyes going wide as he instructed her to strip. She closed her eyes and calmed herself forcibly she had expected this, he was inspecting the maids for a new attendant after all. As you wish, Master Marlowe. she said softly, untying her apron and folding it carefully, laying it aside. Next was her cap, unpinning it and untwisting her hair from the severe knot she usually wore it in for the sake of efficiency, shaking long, thick chocolate brown waves and curls down her back, all the way past her hips to the tops of her thighs. The dress she wore was next, a severe thing, tiny buttons lining the front from the top of the high neck to the hem of her dress and so she unbuttoned only as many as she needed to slide it down her body and stepping out of it, folding it up as well. This left her bare breasted, and she was surprisingly lush in figure. Her waist was small and slender, but her breasts and hips were full and soft, her breasts heavy and tipped with rosy, dark pink nipples, hardening from the slightly cool air. They were large enough to fill a man's hand and spill over, and her bottom likewise presented the same soft, generous shape, heart-shaped and pert, leading into surprisingly long legs encased in very sensible black stockings and shoes. She hesitated a moment before lowering the demure panties she wore, but eventually they slipped down her thighs and were laid aside as well, exposing a soft little mound, devoid of hair as was the custom for any maid serving in a noble house. Always clean and tidy, no matter the position, it was an unwritten rule for servants in such houses. When she was naked save for her stockings and shoes, she folded her hands carefully over her stomach, her head bowed respectfully, feeling rather strange to be in this position. She waited quietly for him to tell her to get dressed once more, hoping she could have a few moments to compose herself before he dismissed her to her prior tasks.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Alexander considered her for an uncomfortably long time. He starred at her intently, dozens of thoughts whirling around in his emerald eyes. After a few minutes, he stood up, walked around her once more, then sat back down again, this time resting his elbows on the armrests of the chair and lacing his fingers together. He leaned forward, placed his mouth behind his hands and continued scrutinizing Mairead for a while longer. I was unaware that I had any Imperial girls in my employ, he said. His statement wasn't accusatory, just surprised. You are Imperial, aren't you? he waited for her response before continuing, although now he was speaking mostly to himself. Well, there's and idea. Could be a new trend, really make Imperial girls all the rage. Showcase the beauty of the Empire and all that. He looked up, surprised to see that Mairead was still there, and motioned her away. You may leave. Take your clothes with you. But be ready in case Wilson comes to find you again. I may have further need of your services. With that, he set about enjoying his tea and completely ignoring Mairead.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She felt terribly exposed, humiliated and it was only by sheer force of will that she didn't scramble for her clothes as his gaze moved over her. He stood, walking around her, inspecting her as if she were a mare at auction. With the intense and impersonal scrutiny that he examined her with, she half expected him to check her teeth. When he sat back down she waited, hoping that he would give her permission to dress herself once more, would dismiss her, deem her too plain or too common for him to make such use of her. When he asked her about her origins, she bowed her head. Yes, Master Marlowe. Born in Ireland but raised here. I have been in your employ for fourteen years now. She said softly, waiting for his permission to dress and leave. It came, after an absentminded conversation with himself concerning the possibility of making Imperial girls fashionable now. What a silly idea. Imperial girls were everywhere in the Empire may as well put sparrows in zoos and raise them as exotic birds! She curtseyed quickly and gathered up her clothes, murmuring a soft thanks to him and stepping outside of the door, taking the moment out there to pull on her dress and button it back up, twist her hair up under her cap once more and rearrange her apron over herself carefully. She was not at all cut out to be an upper house maid. She hurried back to her linen closet on the lower floor as if the Devil himself were on her heels. Such embarrassing tasks, to undress in front of a man and be inspected like livestock at a fair! Why would girls actively seek out such tasks? Her work might be hard and dull and thankless, but she far preferred folding linens and changing sheets and doing laundry to whatever was in store for the maid that caught his eye. A sensible girl kept herself out of the eyesight of the nobility, did her work diligently and didn't seek any special treatment or favors. And if nothing else, Mairead was a very sensible girl.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

The inspections carried on for another two days. Alexander had a rather large house with quite a few maids in it, but he also had business to attend to, as well as social obligations. Once he'd seen each maid, he made a small list of the ones he was most interested in. Mairead made the list, although that was more because Alexander was currently competing with another socialite, Lewis Darrow, and wanted to show him up by starting a new trend than anything else. Not many people had the influence to consistently start trends, and those without the influence only did so if they were charismatic enough not to let someone else steal credit for their ideas, but Alexander Marlowe was certainly influential enough. If he made a statement with his choice of maid, others would listen, but only if he could make her eye-catching. It was for this reason that he eventually settled on Mairead he'd have some work to do with her, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't relish a challenge. It was on Sunday, just after prayer, that Wilson found Mairead again. He pulled her aside after the staff filed out of the ballroom, where a priest came to lead prayer each Sunday. Of course, the servants had to move the pews and pulpit into the ballroom before prayer started and back out again once it finished, but this was the way Alexander had decided to run his house while the servants prayed at home, he went to church, passing Tabitha without a second glance along the way, with the rest of society. It was during the process of moving the pews back out of the ballroom that Wilson pulled Mairead aside. The master has selected you to be his new personal servant, he said, his tone brusque and businesslike. Remove all clothing at once and report to his room. You will be kneeling at the foot of his bed when he returns from church. You will receive your new uniform once he's picked one out for you.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Mairead had always enjoyed going to prayer. Even as a little girl it had helped her focus and calm, and with all of the upheval over the past few days, everyone in the house needed it. She'd heard nothing more about the inspection or whether or not she'd been chosen for such service, and the dismissive way that he'd reacted when she undressed made her feel that much safer. So naturally when Wilson pulled her aside after prayer services, she was needless to say quite shocked that she had been chosen as the master's personal attendant. Briefly she wanted to protest, having no desire to find herself in such a position as Tabitha was currently in, but arguing with the decision of the master of the house was utterly unheard of. She would have to perform her new duties to the best of her ability and hope that the master became bored of her quickly and went back to his more exotic flavors. As she was instructed, she undressed, biting her lip as she made her way through the house without a stitch of clothing on, her hair pinned up and her glasses perched on her nose, making her way to the master's bedroom. He was still at church, and she had no idea how long he would be gone as occasionally he would take lunch with other members of society after the services or other such things. Still, it was her duty, and she was a dutiful young woman if nothing else. Closing her eyes, she knelt down at the foot of his bed, her hands folded primly and her thighs pressed tightly together, her head bowed as she waited for him to return, waiting to see what these new duties entailed.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Mairead got a myriad of looks when she walked through the house naked. Some were looks of pity from her fellow lower housemaids, while others were looks of scorn from the upper housemaids who had been vying for this position for years. The head chef seemed to appreciate her body quite a bit, especially since he'd never really taken notice of her before. Already the servants were murmuring among themselves, but no one lifted a finger or stood in her path as she walked up to the master's room. ----- Alexander decided not to go out to lunch after church, but that didn't mean that he didn't have time to hang back and chat with the other churchgoers and the reverend for a while. The wealthier members of the church would take this time to discuss potential business deals and the less wealthy would petition him to give their sons jobs in his company or their daughters a position in his house. He would turn down these offers politely, but firmly. He did not handle the hiring process personally, focusing his attention instead on investments and other large transactions. He handled the money he had people to take care of the people. When he finally returned home, it was two hours later in his personal horse-drawn buggy. Alexander had dressed in his Sunday best a black top hat with a coat of the same exact color, as well as black trousers and a brand new pair of black leather boots that had been a gift from a friend who owned a tannery. Like all proper gentlemen, he carried a walking stick his was a lovely dark brown mahogany with a steel tip and a silver head in the shape of a eagle's head. As he walked through the front door, servants materialized and took his hat, coat and cane. He tugged his neckerchief from his throat and handed it off to another servant, not once looking at any of them or breaking stride as he headed for the main staircase. The servants responsible for taking his coat, hat and the like had trained without rest until they were able to see to his needs without slowing him down. Of course, they'd hired someone Alexander's height for the servants to practice on, since Alexander was far too busy to waste hours helping his servants drill. Alexander strode into his room and frowned when he saw how Mairead was kneeling. You are to kneel with your legs open, he instructed, producing a thin cane from a cabinet and swatting the insides of her thighs until her knees were an acceptable and rather wide length apart. Your back will be arched to present your breasts and your head will be held high we can't have anyone assuming that you're ashamed to be my plaything, now can we? He spent the next few minutes adjusting Mairead's posture, then had her go back to the way she'd been kneeling before and had her assume the position he'd just taught her on her own to show that she'd learned.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

The time it took for him to arrive home was nearly long enough for Mairead's stomach to twist itself into knots of worry . She felt singularly foolish and hadn't been so blind as to miss the pitying gazes, the scornful contempt or the thinly veiled interest that her naked walk to the master's chambers had garnered her. She wished the upper house maids, exotic and foreign girls that they were, had been the ones that the master had chosen as his personal attendant. She had no desire for the position and if it wasn't for caring for her mother and her siblings with the rather substantial pay she received for her work, she would have resigned from her position as soon as Wilson came to inform her of her inspection. As it stood, she had eight hungry mouths to feed, and her monthly pay was simply too good to give up, better than she'd get at many an other noble house. She was lost in thought when the master arrived and she looked up quickly before bowing her head once more. She had always been taught to be respectful of her betters, to keep her eyes lowered, to be demure and polite always. However she hadn't been taught the proper way to kneel apparently, because a thin cane switch snapped at her inner thighs until they were open terribly, shamefully wide, exposing the pink folds of her sex. She gasped at every stripe the cane left on her soft thighs, and when he was finished and she as acceptably spread, her back arched to thrust her breasts forward and her head was raised, he ordered her to return to her original position and then assume the position he desired on her own with no assistance from him. She did so as best she could, her hands resting on her thighs as she raised her breasts, her nipples achingly hard from being bare in the cool room for so long, her head tilted back slightly and her thighs open and completely visible to him. It was a terrifying situation to be in, and she bit her lip to keep from saying something utterly disrespectful to the master of the house.
Thread: Custom Maid (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Alexander smiled as his new pet assumed the position all on her own. He replaced the cane in the cabinet, swapping it out for a riding crop which he smacked lightly against his hand. You are new to this position, he said, gently stroking the crop along the underside of her breast, then flicking it up to cause a little stinging pain in her nipple, turning the little bud a lovely rosy color. So there is much that you will have to learn. The cane is used for corrections if you have done something wrong, you will taste the cane while I instruct you on how to do it correctly. The cane is not a punishment, simply a motivator. The crop, on the other hand, is a guide and, if you're particularly good, a small reward. You will feel both pleasure and pain, often simultaneously, from the crop most of my pets have come to enjoy it. He placed the crop against her cheek and walked around her to the bed, using the crop to guide her head to keep her eyes on him. As he moved closer to the bed, Mairead was forced to turn around completely to keep facing him. He sat with his legs on either side of Mairead, her head at the level of his crotch. He used the crop to keep her chin tilted up and her eyes locked on his. You are my personal plaything now, he said. Your family will be compensated with a larger sum being sent to them each week. You will stay by my side twenty four seven, unless I leave you elsewhere. If you obey me, if you are a good little pet, your life will be easy and pleasant. If you give me a hard time, well you saw what happened to Tabitha. Now, we're going to spend the next few days making sure that you're obedient. You are my plaything, but I will be showing you off to others. You are an accessory to me everything about you, from your body to the way that I dress you, is a statement. And if that statement is that I cannot properly control my servants, I will be the laughing stock of London. If that happens, then you will be taking Tabitha's place in the stocks. So, will you be an obedient little pet for me?