Arc One: Lady Liv Williams

Since Lady Williams walked in, she bombarded you with criticisms. Part of you acknowledged that it might have been earned- you didn't have the skills a real masseuse would- but the greater part was irritated. At first, you considered waiting her out. You were certain that you could get over her scathing comments about you having the body of a disgusting pig while you were fucking her, after all.

The problem was that she didn't shut up- ever. Tips mixed with criticism, which was entwined with insults. Every-time it looked like she was winding down, something else set her off. After a few cycles, you realized you would have to be proactive.

You step forward while she continues her rant and gently took hold of her dress. With shaky hands, you start to undo the silk laces holding it up. You were certain you were allowed to do that- she had told you that undressing her was your job during one of her rants.

Lady Williams was wearing a rose-gold dress, finely embroidered with roses. From her ears hung two diamond earrings- small and shaped like teardrops. The precious stones were set in gold; gold that matched the thin necklace she was wearing. Her copper hair diverged. Part of it pulled up in a tight bun while the rest was curled and left hanging. A few strands had fallen from the bun and draped over her eyes- you weren't sure if it was deliberate, but it certainly made her look more mysterious.

You didn't wish to risk damaging her clothing or knocking anything out of place. Her hairstyle alone must have taken hours to complete. If you ruined it, you wouldn't be able to fix it. Instead, you focus on something easily reversible- her clothes.

The dress was held up by six laces. It takes you ten seconds to undo each one. Once the last lace is untied, the dress flutters slowly to the ground, leaving the Baroness in her corset.

Your pants tighten.

Corsets were meant to keep a woman in shape, with a tighter waist and a wider top. They weren't designed to cover up a women's body- they were worn below the dress, not above. No one was supposed to see them.

Consequently, Liv's corset began at her hip, just slightly above her ass, and continued upwards. It pulled her waist in tight before widening slightly at her breasts. Slightly, being the operative term. It was still tight enough that it pushed the two orbs up, making it seem as though they could pop out at the slightest provocation.

Between her corset and the finery the Baroness wore, she could easily pass as the most expensive whore in all the kingdom.

Liv notices the delay and arches an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to finish undressing me?" She gestures to her body, a move that caused the slightest of tremors to pass through her body, jiggling her breasts.

A hard swallow. Were you going to undress her? You should. That would be the reasonable thing to do. Cum staining her clothing might get you caught.

That would be the reasonable thing to do... but she looked so beautiful as she was. "A bit later, my lady. The corset will keep your body tight and ready for the first phase. It'll help me identify the tensest muscle groups more easily."

A delaying tactic. It would give more time to decide. You couldn't choose right now.

Liv frowned. "Are you certain? All of the other masseuses undressed me at the start."

"My lady, I tend to follow a slightly different route than most. It was the way I was taught and it has served me well so far. I assure you, all of my customers were very happy with the results." Then as delicately as you can, you suggest; "Perhaps you should try it before you judge?"

It was the wrong thing to say. "You forget your place." The cold stare that she gives you makes it clear that if the next thing out of your mouth isn't an apology, there would be consequences.

You comply. A few seconds pass and then; "Very well. Let us see this 'unique' message style of yours. And you better hope I like it. If I don't..." her voice trails of ominously.

You didn't want to find out, so you fixed the outcome. "Don't worry my lady, you're going to love everything I'm about to do." Your magic would ensure it. "The first step is an ointment message- tonic oriented, you see. Your going to need to suck it out of its container..."

For a second, the Baroness freezes. The tip of your cock rests against her tongue while her petite hands hold the base. Then a guttural moan erupts from her throat. She speeds up, her tongue luxuriously circling

Once your cock had passed her lips, the command had taken hold. You're going to love everything I'm about to do. The command applied to this and all the Baronesses earlier reservations are erased as she loses herself in pleasure.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she falls into a rhythm. Her tits bounced and jiggled within the confines of her corset while she moved back and forth; sucking, licking, and nipping at your dick while she did so.

Pleasure radiated through your lower body and up your spine. Unlike the Baroness, you don't have the luxury of getting lost in it, however. There was work to be done.

Your fingers run through her copper hair, petting her as though she were a dog. In any other situation, this would garner outrage from the noblewoman. In this particular case, you are protected by your previous command. You're going to love everything I'm about to do.

The problem with that command was that it was vague. It didn't describe how much she was loving this experience- merely that she was. If given the option between coming back here or doing something else she loved- canoeing for instance- she might choose the latter. That wouldn't do.

With a shaky breath, you do your best to speak through the tingles that raced up and down your spine. "I- I told you- you were going to love this." A note of triumph enters your voice. "This better than anything you could have imagined, isn't it? You love this more than anything you've ever done."

The Baroness doesn't reply- of course, she doesn't. That would require pulling off your cock. You get a semblance of what she might have said from what she does next, however.

Liv pushes herself down. She was trying to get more of your cock in her mouth.

You don't think she had ever done anything like this before, however, and the inexperience is reflected as she immediately starts to choke on your dick. You couldn't say you were surprised- the proud Baroness didn't seem like the type to ever do this voluntarily. Not even with her husband.

The idea that you might have been the first man she ever deepthroated thrilled you. The thought combined with the suction of her lips, the sensation of her tongue, and the fluctuating tightness of her throat to prompt your orgasm.

You retain the sense to warn her as you feel it rising. "The tonic is coming! You love its taste! Drink it all!" You try to keep your voice down but as the pleasure rises, it quickly becomes a lost cause.

You didn't need to do anything. You considered twisting your hands through her bun and holding her in place, but as Liv eagerly dived down you realized that it was unnecessary. Her lips closed tightly around your dick, sealing any exits for the 'tonic' to escape.

Your first blast almost caused her to jerk back in surprise, but she rallied. Your second blast was met with more grace, and so were your third, fourth, and fifth. Seven blasts in total took place. Only once a few moments had passed and Liv is sure that no more is coming does she pull back.

You catch a glimpse of the puddle of cum in her mouth, threatening to overflow. A second later, she closes her mouth. Without prompting from you, she swishes her tongue around, coating every one of her taste-buds with your seed to ensure that she remembers the taste for as long as possible.

It was only once that was done that she swallows. Slow swallows, every gulp savored. It was titillating all on its own. When she was done, her eyes flicked open and locks on to you. "That was..." she trails off.

"Amazing?" You helpfully supplied the word that she was looking for.

Liv rolled her eyes, but the gesture is softer than it was before. More comfortable. More familiar. "Don't get a big head. You're still a peasant." Then she paused and reluctantly added, "But yes. That was... amazing."

"Just you wait," you promised her, "Everything after will be even better."

"Even better than that?" Liv looked eager. A good sign for you.

"Even better than that," you affirmed. "That was just a warm-up. Every step in my message is better than the last. Are you ready for the next step?"

Lady Williams nodded and you guided her to the bed and lay her face down. In her mind, it was a state of the art massage table.

"In this step, we'll be testing muscles for tension." Then, almost absentmindedly, you tack on; "If you recall, this is why I asked you to keep your corset on."

Liv makes a noise that can be construed as an agreement, already lost in an even greater haze of pleasure than before.

You start from the ground up, with her bare feet and moving up. You make a show of prodding and squeezing her parts before moving on. It would look suspicious if you moved on too quickly, so you put on this piece of theater.

Her feet were cleared, as were her calves. Her thighs, you spent a few more seconds on before moving on without comment; neither clearing nor focusing on them. And then you arrived at her ass, round and full. Soft in only the way that a woman who had never done manual labor could be.

You announce, "I think I've found the source of tension, Lady Williams. As I message this, you'll notice that you're going to be feeling better. Lighter, as though the weight of the world is being lifted off you. Enjoy this."

This time she doesn't even bother replying. Your hands slip under her skin tight corset and gently pull it up, exposing her fully to your hungry gaze.

Lady Williams still looks amazingly well put together. Not a hair out of place- you had been careful to run with the grain instead of against it while you had been petting her. Consequently, your statement about her looking like the most expensive whore in the kingdom still held.

You squeeze it as though it were a bowl of gelatin, groping the soft mound and contorting it in whatever manner pleased you. You pushed the two cheeks together and then pulled them apart, exposing her tiny asshole and long pink slit. You pulled one cheek up and the other down before reversing course. You smacked one cheek lightly, sending vibrations rippling through and then you buried your face in between her legs, hungrily licking at her pussy.

She was a sweet girl- though perhaps not in personality.

There was only so much you could do with just her ass though. Eventually, you had to move on. You had gotten a blowjob, and you had gotten a chance to feel her up. The next step was obvious.

"I need to check your front for tension as well, my lady."

Silently, she turned around. Her breasts were already threatening to pop out of her corset, so you started there. A quick pull-down exposed them fully and drew a ragged gasp from the noblewoman, but she didn't say anything.

Emboldened, you took her nipples between your thumb and forefinger and started rolling them. You weren't surprised to find that the two light-pink nubs were already hard from your earlier ministrations. You started gently at first, listening for any complaints but upon not hearing any, you got progressively rougher.

Liv didn't complain. Everything after will be even better. While it hadn't been your intent, your command ensured that despite how rough your pinches were getting, to Liv they felt better than what had come before.

You were curious as to whether she would come to eventually associate pain with pleasure on her own. An experiment for a later day.

You leaned down and took one of her nipples in the mouth, slurping on it noisily before releasing it and taking the other. Then, you pushed her breasts together and tried to capture both nipples at the same time.

You succeeded. Liv's breasts weren't so small that you couldn't get them close enough and not so large that they got in each other's ways. You held the two nipples in between your teeth, locking them in place before you moved your tongue from left to right rapidly, licking both in a quick cycle.

Going by Liv's moans, she enjoyed it.

This wasn't solely about her pleasure, however. By this point, you were painfully erect, yet you hadn't had a chance to fuck her yet. Couldn't have a bastard without fucking her.

With slight reluctance, you let her breasts go- the orbs slightly red from where you had squeezed too roughly. Even as you kissed your way down her body, the marks were disappearing. By the time she returned to her mansion, you were confident they would be completely gone.

You focused on her pussy- you would need to lubricate is before you fucked her and you hadn't thought to buy lube yet. It was a half-hearted effort on your part, but it didn't matter. Thanks to the pleasure command, Liv writhed and twisted atop your bed as though this were the best thing she had ever felt; her hands twisted your bedsheets, and her pussy leaked in a constant stream of sweet juice.

She orgasmed twice in five minutes. Liv had produced more than enough fluid to make penetration easy, so you rose to your feet and got the first good look at the noblewoman in minutes.

Earlier you had said that Liv could easily pass as the most expensive whore in the kingdom. Now more than ever, she looked the part.

Her skin glistened with sweat, her bosom and pussy were exposed- both were shining with liquid; one with your saliva, the other with her juices- and her mouth hung open. A trail of drool had leaked out as she orgasmed. Given the glazed look in her eyes, you didn't think that she had the presence of mind to close it again.

Too bad for her you were just getting started.

You clamber over her. Liv was far past the point of doubting your expertise and so she held her silence while you placed her in a classic missionary position. You wanted to see her as you fucked her.

Life enters her eyes once more as you penetrate her. Liv lets out a loud moan, as her head slowly moves back, exposing her neck. It was almost as though she were begging for you to have at it and you would hate to disappoint.

You continue to pummel her delicate noble pussy as you lean in and close your mouth around her neck. You couldn't suck on it without leaving a hickey- visible sign of the Baronesses adultery. Instead, you lick and kiss.

Every thrust amplified the pleasure that the Baroness felt, and every thrust resulted in her walls fluctuating harder. A third climax was followed by a fourth and soon a fifth, each one faster than the previous. The sixth happened almost immediately after the fifth ended, catching you off guard and triggering your orgasm.

You don't pull out.

"You did a very good job, peasant. I might even recommend this place to a few friends of mine." It took a while to clean the Baroness up, but you thought you did a good job. There was no visible sign of the ordeal she had gone through- no proof anywhere outside of your memories.

"You will?" You don't have to try very hard to sound ecstatic at the idea.

"Oh, yes." Liv nodded regally. "I owe my handmaiden a day off- I suppose I could pay for her to come here for the day. And a few nobles are visiting in a week to discuss trade agreements. A good spa day might help soften the ladies and ensure that they're positively disposed to my outlooks..." Liv continues talking though it isn't certain if she was talking to you or herself.

All that was certain was that the future was looking up for you. You could hardly wait.

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Options for the next chapter:

• Option One: Juliet- She's Padme Amidala from Star Wars. The actress is Natalie Portman. According to this stories 'canon' she is the nineteen year old handmaiden of Baroness Liv Williams.
• Option Two: Lady Goldgrove- Liv mentioned she would send some of the noble ladies visiting next week over to you. Lady Goldgrove is one of them. Not sure who the actress is, but I got her from the 'Lady Goldgrove's special portrait' chapter in this thread.
• Option Three: Minister Loveworth- Liv mentioned she would send some of the noble ladies visiting next week over to you. Minister Loveworth is one of them. Not sure who the actress is for her either, but she first shows up in the 'Visit the women's bathhouse' chapter.
• Option Four: Countess Alice Roxxviel- The rival to Baroness Liv Willaims. She has heard that a rare talent has settled into the region and has a two-step plan. The first is to verify that you are as good as they say. The second is to convince you to move to her county if you are that good. Consequently, selecting this option closes your access to options one, two, and three. The actress that plays Alice is Clemence Poesey, who also played Fleur Delacour in Harry Potter.