As he buttoned his breeches and picked up his shirt Bentley said, 'And would madam like me to vet the many young men who have come to seek positions so that my lady only needs to examine the very finest among them? I think I have a good idea of the qualities my lady is seeking in her staff from this interview.'
I thought this an excellent suggestion as, after my experience with the beautiful Bentley, I had no appetite to cast my eyes over anyone less attractive. I wanted only the very best specimens to work at Heaton and trusted this man to select for me.
'I am looking for a staff of ten,' I informed him, as he continued to arrange his clothing. 'Some will be house servants, some groundsmen and I will need perhaps three men for the kitchen.'
'Understood, ma'am,' he said. 'And I will select a variety of types for your pleasure.' Then, bowing, he left our presence and could be heard in the outer parlour asking certain of the young men to leave as their services would not be required.
'Well,' said I to Sarah, turning. 'What do you think of young Bentley?'
'I think he is a perfect specimen of manhood,' said she. 'A beautiful man and so charming. I find it hard to believe that he comes from working people, his manners are so polished.'
'And what do you think of what we witnessed?' I continued.
'Well, I think my lady has certainly the boldness that was lacking during the lifetime of my late lordship and I think it becomes her. As to Bentley disrobing at your request and for your pleasure, I found the experience to be entertaining and highly exciting. What a physique! And my lady's taking his member into her mouth... Well, I applaud my lady.'
'It was extremely gratifying to me when the skills of my mouth brought him to... conclusion so swiftly but I do hope that in future he demonstrates more staying power. I am desirous of spending much more time in the company of such a beautiful and amenable young man.'
As this conversation was taking place, there came a light rap upon the door of the salon and without waiting for a reply, the door opened and Bentley stood formally waiting for permission to speak.
'Yes, Bentley,' said I to the handsome man.
'I have selected the finest of the young men who presented themselves today, Madam,' he said. 'Would you like me to bring them in so that you can appraise them for yourself?'
'Indeed, Bentley,' I said, an excitement building in my stomach and in my sex at the prospect of ten of the finest young men in this part of the county being brought in for my perusal.
He turned and, opening the door wide, said in an authoritative voice I had not heard from him to this point, 'Come in quietly and stand in line for Lady FitzWilliam's approval.' And in filed ten young men, ranging in age from 18 to five and twenty or so who obediently stood side by side, their hands behind their backs.
There was a diversity of apparel -- mostly white breeches, a fashion I am very satisfied with as it often allows one to assess the contents of the breeches, if I make myself clear: there is nothing quite so arousing as the sight of a young man's penis delineated in his breeches. It was quite my only pleasure during the lifetime of his late Lordship, to spy on the packages of handsome young gentlemen. And now here were ten such packages on display for my pleasure.
I stood and walked along the line of young men and was impressed with Bentley's taste and discernment as the candidates he had chosen were uniformly attractive. Some were taller than others, some better built than their companions, some more manly, others more innocent but they had in common an attractiveness and a youth that made it extremely pleasant to be in their company.
'You have done most excellently,' I said to Bentley. 'I approve your choices. These are all fine-looking young men and, if they are of the right temperament, I am prepared to contract all of them into my employment with their roles in my household to be selected by you.'
'Very good, ma'am,' he said with a bow. 'And with my lady's permission, I have already set up a framework for their behaviour.'
I nodded, wondering what he would say next.
'I have told these young men that they are not to conduct any relationships with the women of the neighbourhood as my lady's demands are to be uppermost in their minds at all times.'
I approved this rule with a dignified nod.
'And if have...' he searched for a dignified way to convey the second of his rules. 'And I have forbidden these young men on pain of expulsion from this house from any activity that may cause them to expend themselves...' He looked at me to ascertain if I had understood his meaning. I had. These young men were not to indulge in masturbation while alone.
'The reason for this, Madam, is that keeping the contents of their bodies intact will create an atmosphere of heightened sensuality in my lady's house, an atmosphere that I am sure my lady will appreciate.'
I had not thought of this but I liked the way Bentley was thinking. If these young men refrained from wasting their seed, then their ardour would be the greater for me -- and for Sarah -- to enjoy. Most excellent Bentley.
'And I am sure my lady would like to get to know these young gentlemen more closely at her leisure,' he went on, 'but I think it might be appropriate, as an example to the staff, if my lady would select a young man for an intimate inspection right now.'
Excellent idea! I would treat myself to the discovery of these fine young male bodies in time but would start right now so that all of them were clear what was expected of them. I looked along the line. I had already experienced the more manly end of the spectrum with Bentley himself and so I selected a younger man, under the age of 20, who had caught my eye immediately the workforce was displayed for my perusal.
Walking towards the lad -- slim, blond, clear complexion, a gap between his front teeth, which I found charming, a natural smile to his full lips -- I put my hand on his shoulder to indicate his selection.
'Step forward, boy. This is young Smythe, my lady,' said Bentley, impressing me with his remembrance of the names of these ten in such a short period of time. 'And would my lady like to inspect Smythe more closely? Might I suggest she undress him herself?'
Bentley's suggestion gave me more butterflies in my stomach and in my sex but rather than show hesitation, I decided to continue with the boldness I had shown earlier and instantly reached out to undo the bow that fastened young Smythe's shirt at his neck. His shirt fell open to reveal skin that was golden and smooth and, reaching down, I pulled the garment over the boy's head so he was standing before me, Sarah, Bentley and the other nine young men in just his breeches.
'I would like to add another couple of rules to your own, Bentley,' I said, reaching out to fondle the front of young Smythe's breeches. 'If the weather is clement, all men working outside should do so without shirts.'
'Yes, my lady,' said Bentley. 'An excellent rule.'
'And I would like a tailor to be sent to Heaton so that we can devise a uniform that will give me maximum enjoyment of my staff.'
'I will make enquiries immediately, my lady,' he replied with a slight bow.
As this exchange had taken place while I caressed the front of Smythe's breeches, I noticed a stiffening therein and, as the other nine young men looked on, I unbuttoned the top of the breeches and the flap folded down revealing white underwear. I then slid the breeches down until they were pooled around the feet of the young man, whose face, I noticed was burnished with embarrassment.
I turned him so he was facing the line of young men and began to circle him, enjoying his discomfort and anticipating touching skin that was smooth-looking and golden. I noticed the other young men looking on with trepidation, an emotion I enjoyed seeing in them.
Then I reached my hand forward and touched that skin. First the chest, the shoulder, the arm, the back. He was as smooth as he looked, his skin like silk, like satin. I saw more colour rise to his cheeks and a look of shame cross his face at the realisation that the other nine young men and Bentley were waiting to see how I was going to use him.
Standing behind the boy so as not to obscure the view of the others, I slid the under garment down, taking in the vision of Smythe's behind, impossibly round of cheek and entirely smooth of any hair. I could not -- need not -- resist cupping those cheeks in my hands, standing behind him, a hand on either buttock, which I squeezed gently.
The other men were watching as I walked from behind and circled Smythe, taking in the view, teasing myself by starting at his hair, which was soft and sun-kissed and tied loosely back with a ribbon. Then his face, which was young, almost impish and glowing with health. His chest, under-developed, slim, small pink nipples and not a single hair. His stomach, flat and hairless. And then, his penis. Not huge but pretty, so different from Bentley's. And so far, soft.
I reached toward him, ran my fingers through the sparse pubic hair, holding the almost hairless balls in my hand. Within moments, I noticed a stirring. The foreskin, which covered the entire penis, started to peel back revealing the head of this beautiful boy's penis, almost as if it were peeping out. The angle of the penis changed as it rose, first to horizontal and then beyond.
'Has a woman touched your manhood before, Smythe?' I asked him as I grasped the member firmly in my hand.
'No, my lady. Your hand is the first it has experienced,' he said respectfully.
'And how does it feel, boy?' I persisted.
'It feels... heavenly, my lady,' he answered, averting his gaze, both from my eyes and from those of the other people in the room. I could see Sarah had moved position in order to take in the beauteous view that had materialised with the shedding of Smythe's clothes. I could see her running her eyes up and down his body, lingering on the now erect penis and the perfect balls hanging below it.
Continuing my circling of young Smythe, I came again behind him and reaching around his smooth young body, grasped the erect penis in my hand and started to move my hand up and down the shaft, giving myself a feeling of how it must be to be a man and to be able to pleasure myself like this. The feeling of his penis in my hand, as hard as it was possible for it to be, and the feeling of his bouncy round buttocks pressing against me was, not to use hyperbole, truly life-changing. My life was changed. I was transformed.
I continued to move my hand as I watched the other young men intent on Smythe's penis until I felt the boy's body tense...
'Would it please my lady for me to release now?' he asked with the greatest respect.
'Yes, Smythe. You have my permission to release,' I told the boy at which he immediately let out a groan and I felt a light buzzing in the length of his penis and hot liquid pour out over my hand and onto the exquisite parquet of the floor. His body jerked and juddered as I kept moving my hand until at last, spent, he went a little limp.
'What do you say to Her Ladyship?' asked Bentley once the boy had regained himself.
'Thank you my lady for helping me to release,' said Smythe, suddenly more conscious of his nakedness in a room of clothed people.
'You may return to the line,' I told him and watched the round buttocks walk away from until he replaced himself among the other men, standing out for his nakedness next to those clothed lads.
'And that will be all, Bentley,' I said, commissioning him to lead the young men out and show them to their lodgings. All that was left were the garments young Smythe had shed, thick white blobs of sperm on the floor and on my hand. I put the hand to my nose, enjoyed its fragrance and, putting out an inquisitive tongue, tasted it. It was delicious.
And there would be so many more portions of young men's juice for me to enjoy in the coming weeks, months and years, I thought, entirely conscious of how momentously my life had just changed.
I thought this an excellent suggestion as, after my experience with the beautiful Bentley, I had no appetite to cast my eyes over anyone less attractive. I wanted only the very best specimens to work at Heaton and trusted this man to select for me.
'I am looking for a staff of ten,' I informed him, as he continued to arrange his clothing. 'Some will be house servants, some groundsmen and I will need perhaps three men for the kitchen.'
'Understood, ma'am,' he said. 'And I will select a variety of types for your pleasure.' Then, bowing, he left our presence and could be heard in the outer parlour asking certain of the young men to leave as their services would not be required.
'Well,' said I to Sarah, turning. 'What do you think of young Bentley?'
'I think he is a perfect specimen of manhood,' said she. 'A beautiful man and so charming. I find it hard to believe that he comes from working people, his manners are so polished.'
'And what do you think of what we witnessed?' I continued.
'Well, I think my lady has certainly the boldness that was lacking during the lifetime of my late lordship and I think it becomes her. As to Bentley disrobing at your request and for your pleasure, I found the experience to be entertaining and highly exciting. What a physique! And my lady's taking his member into her mouth... Well, I applaud my lady.'
'It was extremely gratifying to me when the skills of my mouth brought him to... conclusion so swiftly but I do hope that in future he demonstrates more staying power. I am desirous of spending much more time in the company of such a beautiful and amenable young man.'
As this conversation was taking place, there came a light rap upon the door of the salon and without waiting for a reply, the door opened and Bentley stood formally waiting for permission to speak.
'Yes, Bentley,' said I to the handsome man.
'I have selected the finest of the young men who presented themselves today, Madam,' he said. 'Would you like me to bring them in so that you can appraise them for yourself?'
'Indeed, Bentley,' I said, an excitement building in my stomach and in my sex at the prospect of ten of the finest young men in this part of the county being brought in for my perusal.
He turned and, opening the door wide, said in an authoritative voice I had not heard from him to this point, 'Come in quietly and stand in line for Lady FitzWilliam's approval.' And in filed ten young men, ranging in age from 18 to five and twenty or so who obediently stood side by side, their hands behind their backs.
There was a diversity of apparel -- mostly white breeches, a fashion I am very satisfied with as it often allows one to assess the contents of the breeches, if I make myself clear: there is nothing quite so arousing as the sight of a young man's penis delineated in his breeches. It was quite my only pleasure during the lifetime of his late Lordship, to spy on the packages of handsome young gentlemen. And now here were ten such packages on display for my pleasure.
I stood and walked along the line of young men and was impressed with Bentley's taste and discernment as the candidates he had chosen were uniformly attractive. Some were taller than others, some better built than their companions, some more manly, others more innocent but they had in common an attractiveness and a youth that made it extremely pleasant to be in their company.
'You have done most excellently,' I said to Bentley. 'I approve your choices. These are all fine-looking young men and, if they are of the right temperament, I am prepared to contract all of them into my employment with their roles in my household to be selected by you.'
'Very good, ma'am,' he said with a bow. 'And with my lady's permission, I have already set up a framework for their behaviour.'
I nodded, wondering what he would say next.
'I have told these young men that they are not to conduct any relationships with the women of the neighbourhood as my lady's demands are to be uppermost in their minds at all times.'
I approved this rule with a dignified nod.
'And if have...' he searched for a dignified way to convey the second of his rules. 'And I have forbidden these young men on pain of expulsion from this house from any activity that may cause them to expend themselves...' He looked at me to ascertain if I had understood his meaning. I had. These young men were not to indulge in masturbation while alone.
'The reason for this, Madam, is that keeping the contents of their bodies intact will create an atmosphere of heightened sensuality in my lady's house, an atmosphere that I am sure my lady will appreciate.'
I had not thought of this but I liked the way Bentley was thinking. If these young men refrained from wasting their seed, then their ardour would be the greater for me -- and for Sarah -- to enjoy. Most excellent Bentley.
'And I am sure my lady would like to get to know these young gentlemen more closely at her leisure,' he went on, 'but I think it might be appropriate, as an example to the staff, if my lady would select a young man for an intimate inspection right now.'
Excellent idea! I would treat myself to the discovery of these fine young male bodies in time but would start right now so that all of them were clear what was expected of them. I looked along the line. I had already experienced the more manly end of the spectrum with Bentley himself and so I selected a younger man, under the age of 20, who had caught my eye immediately the workforce was displayed for my perusal.
Walking towards the lad -- slim, blond, clear complexion, a gap between his front teeth, which I found charming, a natural smile to his full lips -- I put my hand on his shoulder to indicate his selection.
'Step forward, boy. This is young Smythe, my lady,' said Bentley, impressing me with his remembrance of the names of these ten in such a short period of time. 'And would my lady like to inspect Smythe more closely? Might I suggest she undress him herself?'
Bentley's suggestion gave me more butterflies in my stomach and in my sex but rather than show hesitation, I decided to continue with the boldness I had shown earlier and instantly reached out to undo the bow that fastened young Smythe's shirt at his neck. His shirt fell open to reveal skin that was golden and smooth and, reaching down, I pulled the garment over the boy's head so he was standing before me, Sarah, Bentley and the other nine young men in just his breeches.
'I would like to add another couple of rules to your own, Bentley,' I said, reaching out to fondle the front of young Smythe's breeches. 'If the weather is clement, all men working outside should do so without shirts.'
'Yes, my lady,' said Bentley. 'An excellent rule.'
'And I would like a tailor to be sent to Heaton so that we can devise a uniform that will give me maximum enjoyment of my staff.'
'I will make enquiries immediately, my lady,' he replied with a slight bow.
As this exchange had taken place while I caressed the front of Smythe's breeches, I noticed a stiffening therein and, as the other nine young men looked on, I unbuttoned the top of the breeches and the flap folded down revealing white underwear. I then slid the breeches down until they were pooled around the feet of the young man, whose face, I noticed was burnished with embarrassment.
I turned him so he was facing the line of young men and began to circle him, enjoying his discomfort and anticipating touching skin that was smooth-looking and golden. I noticed the other young men looking on with trepidation, an emotion I enjoyed seeing in them.
Then I reached my hand forward and touched that skin. First the chest, the shoulder, the arm, the back. He was as smooth as he looked, his skin like silk, like satin. I saw more colour rise to his cheeks and a look of shame cross his face at the realisation that the other nine young men and Bentley were waiting to see how I was going to use him.
Standing behind the boy so as not to obscure the view of the others, I slid the under garment down, taking in the vision of Smythe's behind, impossibly round of cheek and entirely smooth of any hair. I could not -- need not -- resist cupping those cheeks in my hands, standing behind him, a hand on either buttock, which I squeezed gently.
The other men were watching as I walked from behind and circled Smythe, taking in the view, teasing myself by starting at his hair, which was soft and sun-kissed and tied loosely back with a ribbon. Then his face, which was young, almost impish and glowing with health. His chest, under-developed, slim, small pink nipples and not a single hair. His stomach, flat and hairless. And then, his penis. Not huge but pretty, so different from Bentley's. And so far, soft.
I reached toward him, ran my fingers through the sparse pubic hair, holding the almost hairless balls in my hand. Within moments, I noticed a stirring. The foreskin, which covered the entire penis, started to peel back revealing the head of this beautiful boy's penis, almost as if it were peeping out. The angle of the penis changed as it rose, first to horizontal and then beyond.
'Has a woman touched your manhood before, Smythe?' I asked him as I grasped the member firmly in my hand.
'No, my lady. Your hand is the first it has experienced,' he said respectfully.
'And how does it feel, boy?' I persisted.
'It feels... heavenly, my lady,' he answered, averting his gaze, both from my eyes and from those of the other people in the room. I could see Sarah had moved position in order to take in the beauteous view that had materialised with the shedding of Smythe's clothes. I could see her running her eyes up and down his body, lingering on the now erect penis and the perfect balls hanging below it.
Continuing my circling of young Smythe, I came again behind him and reaching around his smooth young body, grasped the erect penis in my hand and started to move my hand up and down the shaft, giving myself a feeling of how it must be to be a man and to be able to pleasure myself like this. The feeling of his penis in my hand, as hard as it was possible for it to be, and the feeling of his bouncy round buttocks pressing against me was, not to use hyperbole, truly life-changing. My life was changed. I was transformed.
I continued to move my hand as I watched the other young men intent on Smythe's penis until I felt the boy's body tense...
'Would it please my lady for me to release now?' he asked with the greatest respect.
'Yes, Smythe. You have my permission to release,' I told the boy at which he immediately let out a groan and I felt a light buzzing in the length of his penis and hot liquid pour out over my hand and onto the exquisite parquet of the floor. His body jerked and juddered as I kept moving my hand until at last, spent, he went a little limp.
'What do you say to Her Ladyship?' asked Bentley once the boy had regained himself.
'Thank you my lady for helping me to release,' said Smythe, suddenly more conscious of his nakedness in a room of clothed people.
'You may return to the line,' I told him and watched the round buttocks walk away from until he replaced himself among the other men, standing out for his nakedness next to those clothed lads.
'And that will be all, Bentley,' I said, commissioning him to lead the young men out and show them to their lodgings. All that was left were the garments young Smythe had shed, thick white blobs of sperm on the floor and on my hand. I put the hand to my nose, enjoyed its fragrance and, putting out an inquisitive tongue, tasted it. It was delicious.
And there would be so many more portions of young men's juice for me to enjoy in the coming weeks, months and years, I thought, entirely conscious of how momentously my life had just changed.
