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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  BDSM  Historical/Historical Fiction Daddy's Experiment

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Tanakalian, Feb 14, 2019.

  1. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    Robert John Derby, Viscount Chichester, or Lord Robert as he was usually called, walked out of the House of Lords, passing Big Ben, the clock tower that had been standing at the corner of Westminster for five years now, on his way to opening of the International Exhibition next to the gardens of the Royal Horticultural Society. It was a beautiful day, this first of May, in the year of our Lord 1862 and Lord Robert was walking home to his house at Grosvenor Square in Mayfair, to meet his only child, Lady Alexandria, or Alex as he would call her. But always muttered to himself and never to her face.

    Ever since her birth, now 18 years ago, it had been the two of them, as his beloved wife had unfortunately passed away after birth, having lost too much blood. The first couple of years had been difficult for Lord Robert, but with the help of his sister and his staff, he had managed. He had taken some time off of his work as member of the House of Lords, retreating to his estate Goodwood House, for the first six years of his daughter’s life, only occasionally travelling from West Sussex to London, if his presence was required for important votes.

    From the age of seven, tutors lived at Goodwood, giving his daughter the necessary education, but more often than not he kept her with him, either at Goodwood or at his residence in the capital. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his daughter, but he never came to trust any other man around her. Not when she had been a child and most certainly not when she had entered her teenage years. He knew that he might be a little over-protective over her, but she was the only real family he had left and he didn’t plan on losing her any time soon.

    But for all the time she spent in his presence, he hadn’t taken her to his second residence in the capital, a house located in a much more obscure location. He had bought the house at the edge of the East End almost a decade after his wife’s premature death, when he finally had managed to snap out of a prolonged mourning period. One of his peers had taken him to a more private party and after an initial shock of seeing what he saw, he rather got into it all quicker than he had held possible.

    As the oldest son, Lord Robert was the heir to the estate at Goodwood, East-Sussex, his father the second Viscount Chicester. His grandfather had made a name for himself in several wars, most noticeable the battle at Waterloo, whereupon King George III had granted him the estate and a more than a decent yearly income. His grandfather had turned out to be an even better businessman than he had been a soldier and the family fortune had risen more than a hundred-fold. Lord Robert’s father had sought his fortunes in India, but had returned when the first Viscount Chichester had died, to take over the estate.

    It was a beautiful first of May and instead of taking a carriage Lord Robert walked as he did so often, he was a man taller than most of his peers, with an athletic figure. He had served a couple of years in the Royal Hussars, just like his father and grandfather for him, but was spared a war and upon his father’s death, he too returned home to Goodwood to take over the estate. And just like his grandfather, Lord Robert had a knack for business, making him one of the wealthiest men of Britain. He had married late, out of love, instead of anything else, there was no girl that could add enough to his fortune to take up such offers. He thought he would have a long and prosperous marriage, with many children, but Alexandria would always and ever be his only one. And he doted on the girl for many reasons.

    Lord Robert had the look of a man at least a decade younger than his age, not having the burden of hard life, eating as healthy as could be and not drinking too much. When he was not obliged to wear the tunics of the Lords, he wore his dark hair loose, often uncombed, but he kept it reasonably short. He had dark-green eyes. His late wife had often called them cat’s eyes, the eyes of a hunter. He had reached the age of 50 only a few months earlier and with that passing his father in age. But, especially these days, many a girl or woman he met, mistook him for a man in his early 40s, at most. But, for all the advantage his looks had, he was fully aware that it was mainly his fortune that attracted any female. Lord Robert however, had vowed never to marry again.

    His house at East End was the one he would go to for his pleasure, for the young girls that were brought there, for his pleasure and that of his peers. The girls, all of the age of 18 or over, were more than willing to offer themselves to the nobility, no matter their looks, yet Lord Robert always got the prettiest ones. He thrived on getting his hands on any 18yo girl, brought through the door, to experiment with them, to always and ever push their boundaries, to make them do things their mothers had warned them for, no matter the class they were born into.

    Since he had discovered the hidden world of pleasure, he had been thinking of how it would be to take his daughter there, in the year she had turned 18, to use her for his own pleasure, to push her own boundaries, to perform all his experiments on her. And in the few weeks since her birthday, he had been starting to form a plan. Them going to the International Exhibition the starting point of that plan. After going there, he would take her out dining at one of the best restaurants in the city, where after he would take her to a theater in the West End. But instead of going back to their house near Westminster, he would take her to East End, to show her, as he would call it, an opportunity for future life.

    As a member in the House of Lords, Robert was aware of all future plans for the city, the first underground line would be opened next year and there were extended plans for the Docks at East End. To make the city a major port. And with that poverty would disappear from East End, pushing the poorer classes up north and making the area around his house a sought-after living area. The fact that such plans only had been discussed by a few members of Parliament, a conversation that Lord Robert only accidentally had overheard, was not the point.

    The walk from the Houses of Parliament and the Lords to the house his daughter was waiting for him took him roughly half an hour, as he had been walking in a leisurely pace, musing over the events of the day and night ahead. A carriage would be waiting to take him and his daughter to Imperial College Road, where the Exhibition’s entrance was. He whistled a soft tune as he was approaching Grosvenor Square, immensely looking forward to what would be coming the day and night ahead.
     
  2. Kitara Dietrich

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    The first of May might not officially be the first day of spring, but it often felt that way for Lady Alexandria. Her day of birth heralded many firsts for her and she had no doubt that her eighteenth, her coming of age, would be any different. In fact, she could not help but hope that it would be even more significant. She was a woman today.

    That fact in and of itself was paramount. She was now old enough to marry and old enough to bear children. Certainly her father would now consider eligible suitors for her. While most women her age had already seen a suitor or two—or were already promised to someone for the day they turned eighteen—Alexandria had yet to meet a gentleman interested in her hand in marriage. She had ventured to broach her father once or twice, but the subject always placed him in a strange mood and Alexa eventually dropped it.

    It could not have been because her father was ashamed of her—on the contrary, he often told her how beautiful she was. How much like her mother she looked and what a charming young lady she was growing up to be. Her maids complimented her beauty to no end and if she understood reactions properly, the male servants of the house also found her appealing. Of course they never said a word, but a look could sometimes be enough to convey a thought or desire and as sheltered as she might have been, Lexy had a sharp wit and keen intelligence, both traits she had inherited from her father. The answer to her conundrum therefore, remained elusive.

    Another issue that strained on her mind relating to the same subject was the fact that her mind and body was… changing. Well, that was incorrect. They had changed. Alexandria could not pinpoint the exact date and time, of course, but around the time she had begun her cycles, all she could think about was men. Men fascinated her and made her… feel things she’d never felt before. The mere thought of one, especially a handsome one, would set her heart racing. Her cheeks would flush and she would feel faint. Her skin would tingle and her womanhood would… grow uncomfortable. She did not completely understand why she reacted in such a way for no book in the library explained such a phenomenon (and she had looked extensively), but she could not deny the physical reactions that took place. She also had a sneaking suspicion that these mysteries would only be answered once she was married. And so Alexandria was determined to speak to her father today about her future. She was growing impatient and she wanted to start living her adult life without further delay. One might have laughed at the impetuosity of the young lady, but she had been born fortunate and was therefore used to getting her way. This desire was to be treated no differently in her mind.

    Seated at a cushioned alcove of one of many large windows, Alexandria kept her pale green eyes (the color was her father’s and the shade her mother’s) peered on the pathway that led to the front doors. Whether Papa chose to walk or take the carriage, he’d ascend Grosvenor Square from the same path and she was ready to greet him.

    Her wavy ashen blonde hair had been coiffed up, exposing her long, slender neck, almost as pale as the white lace dress she wore. Pale green thread had been embroidered into the gown and a pale green gemstone hung from her neck on a white gold chain, designed to accentuate the color of her eyes. Her lashes and brows were brown, appearing darker due to the rest of her coloring and her lips were like a ripened peach, supple, full and juicy. She was of average height and slender build, with round breasts, long limbs and smooth skin. She was of aristocratic blood and her physique showed the evidence. Her teeth were straight and her hair shiny. In a word, she was beautiful. What man would not want her as a wife?

    Her eye caught movement and she smiled. Father was home.

    Rising from her seat, she ran to the front door, her skirt held up with her small hands, already being pulled open by the butler. Alexandria whizzed past him, her camel colored kid boots daintily hitting the marble floor before she descended the stairs. “Papa!” the young lady called, her face radiant with joy as she ran to greet her only parent. Her day was finally about to begin.
     

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  3. Tanakalian

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    ‘Good day, my dear, as ever you look stunning, but even more so today, for it is your birthday. Congratulations, my beautiful girl, 18 today!’ He looked at her, how she reminded him of her mother, but a version that was even more gorgeous. His late wife had everything riding for her, she could have picked many a suitor, yet always told him she had been waiting for him, that one man that could sweep her off her feet. His girl, Alexandria, she was a perfect combination of his own features and those of his late wife. And in the back of his mind a feeling popped up how it would be to see her naked, tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, either with her back to it, her round breasts inviting or the other way around, her firm, yet slender bottom ready to take his hand.

    He smiled at her, pushing the image away, and taking her soft hands in his, ‘how has your morrow faired, my dear. I do apologise for my absence, but I had to be in the House for an important vote. I shall not bother you with the details, today is your birthday and I have the perfect day and night planned for you’. Once again he smiled at her, then gave her a fatherly kiss on her forehead. ‘First, of course, as I said earlier this week, we go to the opening of the Exhibition. And after that, dearest’, he laughed softly, ‘after that I have planned some surprises, but I am not revealing those yet.

    But, my beloved daughter, we must rush, as the opening of the Exhibition will take place within the next hour. Unfortunately our Queen shall not be there, for she is still mourning the loss of her Prince. I have heard the Duke of Cambridge will be taking the honours instead. You do remember the Duke, don’t you? I introduced him to you at the fete when he was granted the title of field marshal. Now then, off we go’.

    Lightly holding his daughter’s hand in his, he signaled for a carriage, a couple were always lined up at the corner of Grosvenor Square and the driver made his way over to their place of standing. He opened the carriage door for her, waiting patiently for her to get in and be seated. ‘Cromwell Road, good man, and an extra shilling for you if you can make it there quickly’. Lord Robert then got into the carriage, sitting opposite to his daughter, quietly admiring her. With her 18 now, he did not have to look at her solely as a father, but could let his thoughts travel to how a suitor might be looking at her.

    The first thing any able man would be seeing, should be seeing, were her full lips, lips that were extremely kissable. Besides everything the girl had riding for her, it would be those lips that any a man, young or old, would be noticing. His loins stirred slightly, as if they were asking him to think how those full and juicy lips would fit around his manhood. It was a good thing his Queen would never be able to hear such thoughts, despite the fact she had given birth to nine children, the woman was as prude as a rock. She could not stand to see a new-born, looked at breast-feeding with disgust and dressed herself as covered as possible.

    No, the thoughts of Lord Robert, looking at his daughter, would not meet the approval of his Queen, yet they were the musings of a normal man, being able to lay eyes on a stunning young woman. ‘Your necklace looks amazing on you, dear, it really brings out your beauty. Mayhap us going to the opening isn’t such a good idea, with all those young men walking about, perhaps we should be returning home, so I can lock you up in your room’. But he spoke with a big smile on his face, teasing Alexandria.

    The driver called the street name out, they had arrived. It had been a much quicker drive than Lord Robert had expected and he took two extra shillings out of his pocket as a tip for the driver. He got up, opening the carriage-door and stepping out, holding his arm for his daughter to lean on, while she made her way out of the carriage as well. Here’s two extra shilling for you, good man. If you can be here for 5 o’clock, I can offer you some more extra money to drive us around. It is my daughter’s birthday today and I have some surprises for her’. The carriage-driver tipped his hat, and spoke a congratulations to Alexandria, before setting off for his next ride.

    ‘Come dear, there is one thing I really want to show to you, after the boring opening speeches, it is a large piece of machinery, an analytical engine, fabricated by Charles Babbage, the mathematician and inventor. He claims it will be the future for counting and accounting’. Lord Robert held his arm out once more for his daughter, so they could make their way into the Exhibition.
     
  4. Kitara Dietrich

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    She knew she was a lady now--a grown up--but whenever she saw her father, Alexandria could not help but throw herself into his arms like she had done for as long as she could remember. He was as much her joy as she his pride and not even maturity could dull the happiness she felt whenever Papa was close. "Oh, I've had a marvelous day, but it's been made even better now that you're here, Father," Lexy gushed, nuzzling her nose into the starched collar pressed against Lord Robert's neck. She smiled against his chest before pulling back a respectable distance though her eyes still sparkled with mirth. She gave him a bitten smile when he wished her a happy birthday before twisting lightly on her heel to slip her delicate hand into the crook of his arm so that they could walk together.

    "Oh, yes, Father, I am dreadfully delighted with whatever surprise you have in store for me for of course, you know me best, although I must admit the Exhibition has been on my mind ever since you mentioned it!" she replied, the keen brain in her dainty head churning with excitement as she imagined all the wonders that were in store. "Yes, Papa, I remember," Alexa acknowledged when her father mentioned the Duke. She would be sure to make mention of a small factual tidbit relayed to her at their first meeting should she have a chance to speak to the Duke taday. It would make her father proud to know how well his daughter paid attention. It had never seemed to bother him that she might have been "too smart for a woman" and that was something the young lady greatly appreciated for she loved to learn and had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Her father knew this; why else plan a trip to the Exhibition for his daughter on her birthday?

    When their carriage began to move, Alexandria had to squeeze her hands together in her lap to contain her excitement. The day was finally on its way! She laughed at her father's comment about the necklace he had given to her and although she blushed mildly at the male attention comment, she couldn't help but hope he was jesting! "Well, I'll have you to protect me so I will be perfectly safe," she reasoned, her smile matching his own large one. Dear Lord, how was she to broach the subject of suitors later on today? The last thing Lexy wanted was to put her papa in a mood.... But it had to be done! She was a woman now. She needed a husband.

    Their destination came upon them much sooner than originally anticipated and it was all Alexandria could do not to jump up and down like a child. She was a woman now. She had to keep reminding herself to act like one, but it was just so difficult sometimes especially on a day such as this. "You always know the best pieces to see, Papa," Alexa replied sweetly as she placed her hand on her father's arm again to allow him to lead the way. "I trust that whatever you want to show me will defy my expectations," she said with sincere flattery.
     
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  5. Tanakalian

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    To have his daughter at his arm at the Exhibition, and to see the stolen glances from young and older men, made Lord John proud. His girl had finally reached the age of 18 and it made him swell with pride. But despite her age, her being a Lady now, he would never look at her other than his only child. For him it had never mattered that she was a girl, her curiousity, her craving for knowledge, she had all that inherited from her mother. And he knew that his late wife would be immensely proud at him, and her, for the way they had grown together in life. In the eighteen years that it had be them.

    He had been glad to see that despite that she was a grown-up now, albeit for only a day, she still had thrown herself at him, as she had done from as young as he could remember. By the time Alexandria got to the age of 12, his sister had told him, one night, that he and Alex should stop acting the way they did. The girl almost always climbing on his lap, for a hug and a cuddle. It was not ‘young-lady-like’ his sister had called it. But Lord John had just laughed about it, saying that it was their own life and that he would never stop the girl from behaving the way she wanted. He had loved his daughter from the moment he was allowed to see her, and his love for her had only grown. And he had no doubt, that his love for her would continue to grow for the rest of their lives.

    After the opening speeches, they had to shake hands with this Duke and that Earl, but finally they could make their way inside. Opening day was, as always reserved for the aristocracy, so it was easy for them to wander around. ‘Look, my beautiful girl, look at all those women urging their men to take them to the gardens and the plants. I am incredibly lucky to have you as my daughter, interested in knowledge and in what makes the world turn. I cannot thank you enough for that, darling’. After speaking those words, he turned to his daughter, pulled her a little closer to him and gave her a firm kiss on her forehead, before walking on with her to Babbage’s machine. The great man himself was standing next to his analytical engine. Lord John caught some half snippets of a conversation Babbage had with the Earl of Leicester, ‘…not finished, I lack money to have all parts fabricated’. The Earl turned to Lord John, greeting him and Alexandria, before marching off with big steps, probably disappointed with Babbage’s answer.

    Lord John and his daughter listened attentively to Babbage, before making their way around the hall with all the machinery, but despite it all being highly interesting, Lord John noticed that his thoughts were starting to wander to the night ahead, when he would be taking his girl to the house in the East End. He quickly lost interest in the Exhibition, but managed to act as excited as he had when they entered the Exhibition. For the remaining hour or so, they walked around, before heading back to the carriage that would bring them to a newly opened restaurant inside Claridge’s, the hotel on Mayfair & Brook Street.

    The dinner was both wonderful as special, it was their first dinner together as a father with his grown-up daughter and Lord John had arranged some special surprises for Alexandria. She was given her first glass of wine, to be drank in public, and for dessert some sparkles were placed on a birthday cake. Throughout the afternoon and the dinner, Lord John had been excited about the night, in the same way he saw excitement on his daughter’s face for all the surprises she got from him. Lord John was happy that up to that moment, he was able to give his girl the birthday she had been looking forward to.

    After dinner, Lord John lit a cigar, while they were waiting for some hot drinks to finish the dinner. ‘Well, my girl, how have you found your birthday? So far’, he added with a little smile. ‘I have one more surprise planned for you, but I am not telling you what it is. First, Alexandria, I really want to hear each of your impressions of today?’
     
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    "Oh, Father!" Alexandria gushed, her delicate hands pressed together in barely controlled glee. Her pale green eyes shone in the candlelight, appearing marble-esque in the darkened room. She gave Lord John a beautiful smile before going on. "Impressions--first impressions! Wondrous. Marvelous. Entertaining. Educational." She paused then to pick up the cup of coffee that had been served to her with the cake she had so eagerly devoured.

    He might have been testing her; desiring a recap of their day in order to see if she had retained any of the knowledge imparted upon her. Had he not said earlier today how fortunate he was "to have you as my daughter, interested in knowledge and in what makes the world turn"? She hardly wanted to disappoint even if it was her birthday, now would she?

    "I had been meaning to ask you, Papa, if you planned on helping Mr. Babbage with his... predicament? Surely a mind such has his needs nourishing and if he can procure machinery every bit as fascinating as what he has already given the world, is that not something my dear Lord John would want to be a part of?" Oh, he knew to what she hinted, but of course, she wanted him to play the game now too. "Every artist--or inventor--needs the perfect patron after all," she smiled sweetly. Her father was an intellectual. He knew the importance of keeping the world from falling backwards. One must always move forward.

    "But Papa," Alexa said then, leaning forward in her seat, unaware of the way her chest now jutted forward to accentuate the swell of her perfectly rounded breasts. "Will you please tell me what this surprise is that you have been hinting at for weeks? Please, I must know," she pouted ever so slightly, jutting her juicy bottom lip out as she batted her dark brown lashes. She knew her father would not fall for such a childish gesture, but it was still amusing to act like a child when they both knew she was no longer one--not since today!

    The restaurant they were in was still half full of patrons, which meant it must not have been very late into the evening, but the sun had most certainly set and night had fully entrenched the city. Surely her father would not keep her in suspense that much longer! He loved her after all. She could always rely on his love to get what she wanted from him. And she planned to.
     
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    ‘No, my girl, this is something I have been planning for you for some months now and I want it to be the one thing that will surprise you the most. But, fear not, it shall not take long anymore before you find out’ Lord John leant forward as well, taking his daughter’s hands, placing his on hers at the same time having an excellent view on her perfectly formed chest. Of course, he had seen her grow up, seen the changes in her body, but at those times he had looked at her as just his daughter. Now, only a little time before he would take her to the East End, he looked at her in a completely different perspective, how it would feel to rip her dress from her body, exposing her breasts, groping and squeezing them.

    ‘I am glad you have, so far, enjoyed your day, of course, I knew you would, being the girl you have grown into. Coming back to your question about Babbage, I have thought about it, but the man thinks he needs a sum of money so vast, that it would ruin me, and leave no money for your inheritance. And that, my dear, is a step a little too far. But, we are looking into other ways of supporting him and his family, so rest assured, if it is God’s will, the engine will be built one day.

    Well, my girl, I think I just heard Big Ben strike 10 in the distance, so it is time for us to leave for our final destination’. And with those words, Lord John got up, walking around the table, to help his daughter out of her chair. A waiter greeted them on the way out, a reservation had been made in his name, so the bill would be sent to his home-address. Outside the hotel, the same carriage, with the same driver, was waiting for them. Lord John had given the man the instructions of where to go up front. He wanted the surprise to be as big as possible.

    The house in the East End, albeit at the very edge of it, had a façade of a run-down terraced houses, but behind the first, small front-door, a small hallway lead up to a second door. Behind that door was a townhouse as grand as 9 or 10 of adjacent terraced houses. Lord John had bought one side of the street, leaving the outside as it was, but knocking down inner walls between 12 houses, completely refurbishing it into a manor. The interior of the manor wouldn’t have been out of place had it been the house next door to Lord John’s place at Grosvenor Square.

    The first thing one would see upon entering the second door was a hallway with a large double-stairs, the hallway as magnificent as any seen before. On the left and right of the hallway were two large sitting rooms, each with its own purpose. Lord John never went into the right room, as that one was preserved for those only interested in men, both young and old. The left living room was for those only interested in women of all, legal, age. And although Lord John had bought and renovated the place, the deed was in Lady Alexandria’s name, even though she had no idea about it yet. Up the stairs were 25 bedrooms, some with a single purpose, some for general use. There were also 10 bath- and powder-rooms. Behind the stairs, only visible by a small door, were the servant’s quarters.

    An unsuspecting passer-by, as there were many, would think that the houses were in desperate need of refurbishment, furniture could be seen on its last ends, but that had all been painted on the exterior wall of the manor. The number of servants varied, but on this particular night, there were only two, a boy and a girl, both 18. They would be naked when opening the door, after a coded knock on the door. They would grab Lady Alexandria and prepare her for her father to be alone with her in the left of the two living-rooms. They had strict instructions not to harm her, nor undress her, but she would be tied, her hands behind her back and presented to him in a kneeling-down position, in front of the fire-place. There he would explain the second part of his message to her.

    When they were approaching the manor at East End, Lord John spoke to his daughter again, ‘Alexandria, now that you have come of age, it is time for you to see the last of my properties, I have not mentioned it to you before, for it is a recent acquirement. I have put the deeds in your name and you will be the sole-owner of the property. Consider it as an advancement on your heritage. We shall be there in just a few minutes time and when we are inside I will explain more to you about it’.
     
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    Alexandria spent the entire carriage ride with her nose practically pressed to the window of the moving vehicle. Were she not a lady, she might have actually made contact, but as it stood, the only touch the glass received was condensation from her breath. The further they travelled, the more her heart insisted on palpitating in her boned breast. Where were they going?

    She had never seen this part of town before. In all honesty, it was not an area that a lady might have strolled through, unchaperoned or not. It seemed…shoddy. Nothing compared to the mansions like Grosvenor Square.

    Alexa snuck a peak at her father, his handsome face unreadable in the darkened velvet interior they shared. She did not dare ask him again to reveal what he insisted remain a secret until he so desired for fear he might change his mind. Surely he would not and if she could get away with anything, today was the day. But still: she dared not.

    When Lord John finally spoke, Alexandria remained silent although surprise registered on her features. A property? Well, that was not necessarily surprising. What was was the location. Here? she wanted to ask. “Okay, Papa,” was all she said as the coach came to a halt.

    Her father descended first and when he held out his hand to her, she placed her small one in his. Holding up her dress, Lexy stepped out of the carriage and walked with her parent to the door ofher property.

    Lord John knocked on the door and they waited for it to open. Alexandria’s heartbeat threatened to break through her flesh. Why was she suddenly so nervous?

    The door opened.

    Two young servants stood opposite the gentry. They were naked.

    Neither party said a word.

    The young man acted first.

    He grabbed Alexa’s wrist and tugged her past the threshold.

    Lexy gasped in surprise.

    The female maid reached for Alexandria’s free wrist to assist in manhandling the young woman.

    She looked to her father for help, her eyes wide with fear.

    There was no time to see his reaction.

    She struggled to free herself, her screams falling on deaf ears.

    The two worked in mute silence and before she knew it, something that felt like rope had been tied around her wrists, her arms behind her back. Rope found her ankles and wound around her thighs, making it impossible for her to take a step.

    “Father!” she called out. “Help me!” Where was he?

    With gently force, the two servants bent Alexandria’s body downward, the pressure making their intentions clear, but not forcefully enough to physically harm her (though the threat was there). They would not allow her to resist.

    She yielded her body, tears falling from her eyes as she sobbed in fear.

    Gradually she was kneeling on the carpet (one she couldn’t help but notice was beautiful and expensive), the heat of the fire warming her wet cheek.

    This was certainly not the turn of events she had hoped for.
     
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    After his daughter had been taken away to be prepared, Lord John walked to one of the changing rooms, undressing himself completely and putting on one of the heavy burgundy robes. The temperature in the manor was more than comfortable, besides the various fire-places, a heating system had been installed. He did not know the exact workings, but it was something very experimental. But, it had worked for over a year now, making Lord John believe that it could possibly become something for the future in more houses and manors.

    He looked at himself in a large mirror. Every time he put on one of the robes, naked underneath, he felt a changed man. Not the formal member of the House of Lords no more, but the man he really was and wanted to be. He always thought his whole attire, his appearance would change when he wasn’t formally dressed. From a drawer in the side-cabinet he took a large knife, which he carried with him. He opened the door to the room, and saw his daughter having been prepared to his standards. Slowly, and silently, he walked to come into her full view, nodded to the male servant and sent him out of the room.

    He then first put the knife on a small table, looked down on Alexandria, but turned to the girl. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head backwards and kissed her hard, the fingers of his other hand invading her nether-region, shoving three fingers inside her. Yet, as quickly as he had pushed them in, he pulled his fingers out again and sent the girl on her way as well. Both servants would be waiting just outside the room, the manor was closed for the night, but should someone make his appearance, they would make sure that person would be refused entry.

    Lord John sat down in a comfortable chair facing his daughter. He saw she had been crying, for her cheek was glistening in the light of the fire. ‘As my heiress, Alexandria, I expect great things of you. Up to now your life has been easy, everything you have wanted you were given and as your father I am proud of the girl you have turned into. But, I expect more of you. And for that reason, the next part of your education starts here and now. For the next year, up until the eve of your nineteenth birthday, you will serve in this manor. The first few weeks, you will be fully at my disposal, for your training, but after that you will be given a similar role as the two servants you have just seen’.

    He paused for a few moments, letting the words sink in. ‘Everything I own will be yours one day, including this house, but to prove your worth, you will have to follow every order given to you in the coming year. There shall be no exceptions to this. Everything that will be demanded of you, you shall do. Do I make myself clear?’ He sounded harsher than he had meant, but he didn’t regret the tone, for his fortune was far greater than the girl could expect.

    ‘Now then, as you will have seen, servants in this house are naked. At all times’. He got up from his chair, took the knife from the table and made his way to where his daughter was kneeling. He grabbed the top of her dress with one hand and with the other he cleanly cut through the fabric of both the dress as her undergarments, pulling everything off of her, leaving her totally naked, still kneeling in front of him.
     
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    Her father did not come to her when she called.

    Disappointment hit her as her heart plummeted down her throat and settled uncomfortably in her gut.

    Her father did not come to her aide. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that such a scenario could take place. She was the apple of Lord John's eye. She was his world. Why would he not come when she needed him?

    She wasn't sure how long she waited like that--bound and helpless while the two strangers stayed silently by her side. Alexandria was so distraught that she did not even think to take a peak at the male's genitalia--parts that she would have given her left eye to view a mere half an hour ago. She might come to regret it in the future, but for now, she averted her eyes.

    Soft footfalls echoed, causing Alexandria to glance up. Papa?

    Yes, it was he. He carried--a knife?!--and he was in a housecoat. Oh, this must be a nightmare! What was happening?

    Her eyes remained on her parent, watching as he placed the knife down on a small table and met her eye. His next course of action brought a silent gasp from her mouth as it parted in surprise. Horror crawled down her spine. Who was this man? Her womanhood twitched as her father's fingers buried themselves into the naked girl. Alexa was too upset to dwell on her reaction however, for soon there was only the two of them. She listened silently to his words and tried her best to process them. Although she had no difficulty following his monologue, she did not understand why this was to be her fate.

    Lexy gasped when Lord John moved towards her with his knife. She felt rather than saw the blade tug on her new dress and she whimpered--wanting to protest--but too mortified to say anything. Her face turned a bright shade of peony, her alabaster skin reddening with embarrassment. She was naked. In front of her father. The first man to see her bare flesh was her father.

    Her first reaction was to cry again, but she bit her bottom lip hard, bruising it. She knew her father--at least she believed she did--and Lord John liked words. A well presented argument. Evidence of a brain. All traits she possessed. So she would use them.

    "F-Father." Her voice shook. She cleared her throat. "Father," she began again. Better this time. "I... am reluctant to say that I don't quite understand what you will have of me. I... I thought that when I became a woman, I was to wed... and have my husband be... the only man to see me...." Here she trailed off, blushing furiously again and unable to meet her parent's eye. At least she was crouched down and not completely exposed to him. Only how long would that last?

    "Please forgive me, Father, if I have displeased you. I never... intended to do anything but make you proud of me...."
     
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    ‘You have not displeased me, Lexy, not yet, but if you interrupt me once more before I am completely finished with what I have to say, then I will not be so nice anymore’. He got up from his chair, where he had sat back down after cutting through the fabric of her clothing, walked the two or three steps towards his daughter and placed his hand under her chin. He lifted it up slowly, with care and tenderness. ‘When someone is addressing you directly, in the same manner as I am doing now, you shall always look at them. Without fear and without shame, is that clear?’ Lord John then turned back to the chair, but before sitting down, he let the robe slip off his shoulders, to be fully naked as well.

    His manhood was in a half-aroused state, not entirely erected, but also not just hanging. Would there be another girl, one that had been serving for a longer period, she would know the state Lord John was in. ‘You see, Alexandria, after I had been mourning the loss of your mother, my beloved wife, one of my friends brought me to a place like this and it was there that I remembered talks that your mother and I had, while she was pregnant with you. There has never been a woman beside her that I have loved, truly loved, in a man and wife fashion. We married out of love, she could have married anyone, her own father wanted her to marry someone else, but she had put her sights on me.

    But during her pregnancy, she often talked to me about the life of a young woman and how unfair it was that only men could experience lust before their weddings. For a man it is seen as normal and good to have several sexual experiences. An experienced man is a catch. I have no doubt that you yourself would envisage you marrying a man that would know what to do in the bed-chamber. It was your own mother who, from beyond her death, gave me the idea for this mansion. And had she been alive, it would have been your mother who would have brought you here, on this day, the day of your 18th birthday. For she told me, on the eve of your birth, that should anything happen, before your 18th birthday, that I had to make sure for a year you would be able to experience lust and carnage yourself. That you would enter marriage with your eyes open, to be able to stand up to any man who would want to force himself upon you.

    And to that, dear Alex, you would have to know what it is to follow orders. To be the subject of men who can and will do everything that comes to their minds. No matter how depraved you might think it to be. During the year that you will serve here, you will have no will, no resistance. Anyone that comes through the front door, and that includes me, has the right to do with you as he sees fit. One last thing. I will be the one training you for the next couple of weeks, before I will allow you to be taken and used. You need to get your head around everything that is going to happen to you. Prove yourself worthy over the next year and on the morning of your 19th birthday I will retire from all my positions and hand over everything I own to you. Prove yourself unworthy, well.. I don’t want to think about that yet’.

    During his speech, his member had risen to a fully erect status, thinking back of his beloved wife, but also the fact he was going to perform various sexual acts on his daughter had turned him on a great deal. But, he wasn’t going to start now, it was late, the girl needed sleep and he could do with some rest as well. ‘I will accompany you to your room, Alexandria, tomorrow, at some point, we will start your training’.
     
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    His reprimand, though mild, felt like a slap in the face, causing Alexandria to physically flinch. She couldn't remember the last time she had been disciplined by him and it hurt, to say the least. But she obeyed and said nothing. She nodded when he told her to, but otherwise did not move despite her uncomfortable position.

    She listened intently to what he said, finding herself growing more and more fascinated as he spoke. Her blush had now traveled up to her ears, the small shells red to their very tips. A part of it was hearing her father speak so freely of a subject that had remained so unapproachable mere minutes ago. The other part was that he was now naked in front of her, his entire body exposed. She had never seen a naked man before. She had never assumed the one she would eventually see would be her father. Alexandria's eyes were drawn to his manhood, the organ fascinating and foreign. How different from her own pink petals, nestled within her blonde curls. Lord John's hair was darker and from the looks of it, coarser. He also had hair on his body in places she did not: his chest for instance. It was hard for her to concentrate on his words when he stood exposed in front of her and herself unclothed. A natural chemistry that existed between two bodies that were capable of procreating was subconsciously telling the young woman to ready herself for invasion. This reaction took place in the swelling of her breasts and lubrication of her womanhood. Neither change fully registered in the lady's mind, however, and she felt only foreign "discomfort".

    Alexa's eyes pale green eyes widened when he spoke of her mother. Her mother had... orchestrated all of this? She had never known the Lady Isabella, but she had often heard her father speak of his deceased wife with the utmost care and fondness. Even now his voice betrayed his undying love for her. How marvelous it must be to find a soulmate, someone you cherish above yourself, but oh! How awful to lose that loved one. Dear Papa....

    The conversation turned back to carnal behavior and Lexy blushed again, still saying nothing. He did not want her to speak until spoken to and so she would not. There was a part of her that was curious as well as to what would unfold, but another part of her wanted to scream and say how unfair the situation was. Why couldn't she choose of her own free will? Why did she have to obey everything? But if this was a test... she wanted to pass. She was a competitive and intelligent girl and that hadn't changed. She too did not want to think about what would happen if she failed....

    "I will accompany you to your room, Alexandria, tomorrow, at some point, we will start your training," her father said.

    Alexandria nodded, still unsure if she was allowed to speak.

    Her room.... Was she to live here? For one year? That was what he had said: the eve of her nineteenth birthday....

    What could possibly take her a year to learn?
     
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    Lord John first helped his daughter to stand up, as she was still tied, then he guided her to one of the six servant rooms. Alexandria was put in the only free one at the time, the servant’s places were filled up again. Three girls and three boys, all 18, but two of the boys were nearing the end of their year of servitude. ‘Lexy, the other five servants, three boys and two girls, are all highborn. Don’t pretend that because you are my daughter, and one day this place will be yours, that you are any higher than the rest. In fact, you’re at the bottom of the ladder for now. Behave that way. Once I am gone I am certain the others will come ask you questions. Answer them honestly, I will find out if you tell stories. Do me proud, princess’.

    He then untied the ropes from her wrists and took his daughter in his arms, their naked bodies touching, her breasts pressing against him. He lifted her head up and gave her a kiss on her lips. Not a fatherly kiss, but one that showed love for a beautiful young girl. He held the kiss, only their lips pressed together, for a little longer, before breaking from it, ‘Go get some sleep, Lexy, you will need it. I shall see you in the morrow’. He then turned around and walked out of the room, from the servant’s quarters back to the living room, where one of the girls was waiting for him.

    The girl had positioned herself in a classic kneeling position. Her upper body straight, her small perky tits out. Her hands were on top of her thighs and her mouth was wide open. Lord John stroked himself a little, before placing his hard member on the girl’s tongue. Then he grabbed her hair and started to face-fuck her. He did her both slow as fast, rough and tender, with the girl enjoying it as much as he himself. Of the girls, she had mastered giving and receiving oral pleasures. Her throat seemed to fit any man’s cock perfectly, whether they were long and a little smaller or short and thick, for her it made no difference, she took every cock like a good girl. Lord John fucked her for quite some time, before he finally gave in to his pleasure, releasing his load in her throat, mouth and some on her face. Then he tapped her once on her forehead, lightly, to thank her for her services.

    He walked upstairs to one of the bedrooms, had a wash and then made himself comfortable in the bed and before long he slept a dreamless sleep.
     
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    As her father helped her up to her feet, the blood in her body began to freely circulate once more, creating a rush of pins and needles in her already high strung body. She found herself grateful for his aide as she walked for her feet were sensitive and her legs wobbly. She was once again surprised by his words of warning: she was no different from any of the other “servants”? But I am your daughter … she wanted to say, though her lips remained shut—parting only in surprise when Lord John leaned down to kiss her.

    Her knees felt weak and her heartbeat increased; she could feel it reverberating from his chest back to her own. Her nipples were hard against his chest hair (it felt softer than it looked). When he pulled away, she felt herself longing to follow. It seemed so… natural to be in his arms.

    When the door closed to “her” room, she stood still for several long moments before she finally decided to take in her surroundings. It was a plain room: a single person cot was pushed into one corner, a table with a basin and a jug of water in another. Nothing else was present: there were not even windows. This was to be her room for a year? No clothes for a year? And… sexual liaisons with her father and others (presently unknown and unnamed) for a year?

    She should have been terrified. She should have been mortified. Instead, she was… restless. Excited. Impatient.

    How was she supposed to sleep now?

    Her nerves, her mind—her body—all churned with unanswered questions and yearnings that a young lady in her position should not have had at all. She should have been thinking of an escape. A way of fleeing from what she had gathered to be a house of iniquity.

    Alexandria might have been innocent and naïve (freshly not), but she was not stupid. She knew what this place was: perhaps not a brothel for she wouldn’t be paid, but it was a place people would come for pleasure—and she was one of six who was here to provide.

    Her womanhood pulsed.

    Alexa reached down a shaking hand and dared to touch herself between her legs. Her fingers came back moist. Before her legs gave way, the young woman walked over to her tiny bed with its clean sheets and when she was seated, she brought her hand back to her moistened slit. She began to rub her finger up and down, her full lips parting in surprise as her cheeks blossomed pink with embarrassment.

    She could only bring herself to touch herself for a few moments before she quickly pulled her hand away and curled up on the bed, her back facing the middle of the room. She squeezed her eyes shut and curled her slender body into a fetal position.

    Her mind raced as sleep eluded her.

    When would the morning come?
     
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    Lord John awoke early, as was his custom, he washed himself and put a clean robe on, but remained naked underneath. He then walked downstairs to the kitchen, where he was greeted by the scent of freshly baked bread. Every day, from 4 in the morrow until 6.30 an older lady would come in to prepare breakfast. He drank some coffee, ate a few slices of bread and then had a tray made for his daughter. It contained tea and coffee, whichever would be her choice, she could both have it and some bread, butter and jam. Before he left the kitchen, he informed the lady that he would be staying at the house for a few weeks more and if she would take that in mind when baking.

    He put the tray in front of Lexy’s door, opening it, and then with the tray walking in. ‘Good morning, my precious daughter, I have brought you some breakfast. I trust you have found some sleep’. He put the tray down on the table, before sitting on the edge of the bed. For a few moments, while his daughter was waking up, he looked at her with adoration. She was a beautiful young girl and he was proud to have her as his daughter. He gave her small kiss on her lips, while she was still lying down, but after the kiss she came to a sitting position.

    ‘I’m afraid I have to do quite a bit of talking, to explain a few things a little more detailed to you, so while you eat, I shall do the talking’. He got up, picking up the tray from the table and put it onto her lap. Then he sat back on the edge of the bed, careful not to knock against the tray. ‘First and foremost, my darling, I need to express that you are not here against your free will, even though it might seem to you. You can always walk out of here. But, I think to know that will not be an option for you, because when you do so, you will be struck from my will. It may sound harsh, but that is how it is.

    Over the years upto now, you have shown many of the character and personality your late mother had, and it is therefore that I think you are more excited about the upcoming year, than that you fear what is coming. You see, my beloved daughter, your mother was a very adventurous woman, sexually, she surprised even me in that department and I have strong beliefs you have inherited that from her’. While he was talking, Lord John had put one of his hands on his daughter’s leg, circling the tips of his finger, over her soft skin, ever further upwards to the covered triangle in between her legs.

    ‘Of all the times you will be asked, in the coming year, to perform activities, there is one exception to this rule. During the time of the month when you have your bleeding, you shall not be obliged to act. However, and that will be entirely your decision. If you still wish to take part in the activities, you will be allowed. Your dear mother loved it very much, she was always a great deal more aroused in that week’. He looked at his daughter, who was still nibbling on some bread, while his fingers had reached the most intimate part of her body. He slipped the tip of his index-finger inside her, and to his surprise she was a little moist there. He could not help but smile broadly, yet he didn’t speak about it.

    ‘There are many things you will have to learn, many things I need to teach you. Once you have finished eating, a bath is prepared for you. Have a wash and after that, when you have dried yourself, make your way to the sitting room, where you were presented to me last night. For the next three days, including today, it will just be you and me present, apart from the cook, who comes in early in the morrows. When you come downstairs, I will be seated in the same chair, and once you have presented yourself to me, in the same fashion as you were last night, yet unbound, we will continue our talking’. He took his finger out of her slit, licking it and once again smiling.

    Lord John got up from the bed and walked to the door, where he turned, ‘I shall see you soon, my dear’.
     
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    She must have fallen asleep, for she found herself waking up. Blinking slowly, it took Alexandria a moment to remember where she was and the events that had taken place the night before. Her father's voice both soothed and excited her. Morning had come.

    Rising to a seated position, Alexa couldn't help but blush when she saw her father in his house coat, her own bare body exposed for his viewing pleasure. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to being nude in front of... men. Accepting the tray that was handed to her, the young woman listened intently as she broke her fast.

    It was still foreign to hear her father speak so candidly to her about her mother's promiscuous nature and even more shocking to know that it was a trait her father had adored in his wife. The fact that he wanted Lexy to experience the same things made her realize just how much he loved her.

    When he placed his hand on her bare thigh, she froze in mid-chew, her heart beginning to pound. Was he... already...? She had a hard time concentrating on his words, but knew he'd be disappointed if she did not retain his instructions and so she forced her mind to focus. But oh, it was so difficult...!

    Then his finger slid inside her. Alexandria felt her face turn beet red. She swallowed the bread that had formed a lump in her throat. Oh, Papa...!

    Nodding quickly, the young woman forced herself to finish her food, unsure when the next time she’d be allowed to eat was. She was alone once more, but eager to finish her cleanliness routine so she could move on to other... duties. Her father was right: she was more like her mother than she knew—yet.

    ***

    Bathed and dried, her blonde hair braided back from her face, Alexandria made her way to the living room where she had met her fate last night. Her heart beat against her ribcage like a bird longing for escape. Her mouth was dry, but her womanhood was moist. Would it ever become dry again? Her feet fell silently on the carpet, though she was sure her father knew she was coming.

    He was seated exactly where he said he would be, still wearing just the house coat he had on earlier. She was naked and dry, as per his request.

    Without a word, Lexy placed herself in front of him and bent her lithe body until she was reentering the same position from the night before, only this time without restraints.

    Heart in her throat, the young woman waited.
     
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    ‘Of the position you are in now’, Lord John spoke after a few moments, ‘it is said that it shows servitude and submission. There are patrons who come here, who firmly believe that it should be the way every female presents herself for her husband. That, to me, is a few steps too far. Men too, can have feelings of submission, I am not one of them, but the male servants in his mansion do. But you shall never see me go near them in a sexual manner’. He paused, looking at his daughter, and took a sip from a glass of water standing on the table next to him, before continuing. ‘When you are being called for, whenever you are in another room as the man requesting your presence, you will enter and present yourself in this fashion’.

    He got up from his chair, took a second glass, filling it with water and gave it to his daughter. ‘Here Alexandria, drink some, because you will need your mouth wettened’. He let his house coat slip off his shoulders, standing naked in front of her. His manhood reacted to the warmth in his body, the arousal he was feeling for the nude girl presented in front of him, the girl who was his own flesh and blood. ‘Your mother lived for a few hours after giving birth to you, the doctor’s did all they could, but it was in vain. She knew you were a girl and made me promise one thing, a promise I had to make on your life’. Lord John swallowed a few times, took another sip of his own glass of water, in his memory he recalled those horrible last minutes. ‘She made me promise that the man to take your virginity, to guide you on your sexual path, would be me.

    I have struggled with that promise for a long time, my beautiful daughter, yet since I have bought this mansion I know your mother was right all along. And with that we come to your training, the time we are going to spend together here, just the two of us. It will be one big experiment, both for you as well as for me. For you because it is all new, for me, well, because it is you and not some random girl’. He stepped closer to his daughter, his manhood fully erected, mere inches from her face. ‘We will start easy and slowly. And I wish to emphasize the word slow. My first real order to you, right now, is that you please my member with your mouth and tongue. You are not allowed to use your hands, for often they will be bound behind your back’.

    His arousal was heightened by the anticipation of Alexa taking him in her mouth, by feeling her warm wet tongue around his shaft, yet at the same time, he was curious as to how clumsy she would be. His lust for her had been building up since his awakening earlier, but he would be slow with her, gradually pushing her further, making her do more things, more sexual acts. They had plenty of time, even today had just started, but right now he was desperate enough for a first release inside her and onto her.
     

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