Tuesday 11th of October
Tuesday, October 11th, 2005Stunned, he knelt on the floor and frantically groped in the tack room cupboard again but the magazines were definitely missing. Replacing the things into the cupboard, he shakily rose to his feet. Rowena must have found them. How embarrassing! He was going to have to admit to his wife that he masturbates over pictures of other women…
She’ll understand… It means nothing… She’ll know that! He knew that he was kidding himself. Sex with Rowena was pretty straight and she was pretty conservative and he understood that. He didn’t go down on her and he definitely didn’t feel comfortable about asking her to go down on him… No, she would think this was dirty and sick… Switching the light off, feeling sick to his stomach, he stumped slowly through the yard and over to the office… He just had to wait for her to get back from her ride to find out what she intended to do.
After showering in the staff room, he slipped into some jodhpurs a T-shirt and started to wash the horsebox. As he was hosing it down, he suddenly froze… Rowena was ok with him when she left, didn’t appear annoyed or cold with him. Maybe she didn’t find the magazines, maybe someone else did?
Lady Sonia! It had to be Lady Sonia. The hose jetted water over the horsebox as he turned to look at the main house. No sign of her… If she found them, maybe she’s just waiting to tell Rowena? He had to find out. Turning the water off, he dropped he hose and started walking over to the main house… Lady Sonia was seated in the conservatory reading a magazine and he noticed she had changed into a beautifully tailored grey business suit…
“Hello Marcus,” she said, smiling.
“Hello Lady Sonia…” He said self consciously, wondering where to start.
“Elizabeth has just made some coffee… Would you like some?” she said, putting down her magazine and standing.
“Yes please…” He followed her into her kitchen and sat at the table while she poured some coffee into cups. Smiling, she placed the coffee in front of him and sat opposite.
He took a sip. “Thank you…” He said nervously. “Uh…” He began, swallowing. “Lady Sonia… Uh…”
Lady Sonia laughed coldly. “Let me guess, Marcus. You’re missing something?”
Shocked, he looked up at her smiling face…
“Uh… What do you mean?” He began but she interrupted.
“Your fetish magazines… They’re gone!”
He blushed. “Uh… Where did they, you know….” He tailed off…
“Go? I have got them…” She sipped her coffee.
He felt a little relieved… At least Rowena didn’t have them. “Does
Rowena, you know….”
“Know about them? Oh no… Not yet…” She said calmly. “I might tell her about them tonight… I’m sure that she will be interested…”
He tried to gain control of the conversation. “Lady Sonia, they are only magazines…”
She smiled at him coldly over the rim of her coffee cup. “Really? Just magazines? And I suppose you get them for the interesting articles?”
He flushed. “No… Not exactly…”
“I looked through a couple of them… Very interesting pictures… You seem to have a little fetish for legs and stockings… Does Rowena know I wonder?”
Blushing, he shook his head. “No…” He said softly…
Lady Sonia took her lipstick from her handbag, nodding as she did so. “She is a little bit conservative, is she? I wonder… How are you going to explain to her that you masturbate while looking at pictures of females legs?” She lifted her compact mirror and started to check her lipstick while looking at him.
“Uh… Um…” He spluttered, embarrassed…
“I am guessing that she is going to be annoyed and, probably, a little disgusted with you?” She pursed her red lips and looked into the little mirror.
“What do you think?”
“You’re probably right…” He said softly. “Do you have to tell her?” He asked hopefully.
“Well,” Lady Sonia said slowly. “I really don’t know. I might and I might not.” He waited, wondering what she was going to do. “You must have waited for Rowena to go ride out before you looked for the magazines?”
“Yes…” He replied softly.
“Looking forward to masturbating this afternoon were you then?” she sneered and he blushed, remaining silent. “Well?” she snapped. “Were you?”
“Yes…” He whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I was looking forward to masturbating…” He said, embarrassed, looking down at the table…
There was a long moment of silence as she pursed her immaculate lips together and then placed the lipstick and compact mirror back into her handbag. “I might keep this to myself… IF you do something for me!”
“What?” He said eagerly. “I’ll do anything… Anything!”
“Good…” She said. “I was quite sure that you would see it my way… I want you to masturbate for me!”
Stunned, he reeled back in the chair while she smiled coldly at him. “What?” He croaked, not believing his ears.
“You heard! You were going to masturbate anyway… This way, you have an audience… That is not going to be a problem is it?”
“But, I’ve never, you know….”
She shook her head. “Don’t whine Marcus!” She said firmly. “That’s it I am afraid or I tell Rowena about your little stash of fetish pornography… Take it or leave it!”
He was cornered and she knew it. He hung his head, embarrassed but, surprisingly, his cock was starting to get hard in his jodhpurs… ” I’ll do it…” He whispered.
“Ah… Good…” she smiled coldly, leaning back in her chair. “Well… Let’s get started then…”
“Here?” He whispered, looking around at the kitchen.
“And why not?”
Slowly, he stood up, took his riding boots off, unbuckled his jodhpurs and let them drop around to his ankles. He felt humiliated as he stood there in his underwear with Lady Sonia coolly watching him. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he pulled his underwear down and his half erect cock sprung free.
“The T-shirt as well…” she said and he pulled it over his head to stand naked in front of her. “You keep fit, Marcus I am pleased to see…” A cruel smile crept over her lips… Why don’t you pour me a Perrier and ice?”
She was enjoying this and he knew that he had no choice so he walked over to the fridge, poured the drink and handed it to her, his cock now fully hard. Lady Sonia sipped her drink and looked at his hard cock, now inches from her face. “I think that you should do it there!” She said, pointing at the kitchen floor in front of her and he walked to the spot.
“Kneel!” She said and he slowly got down onto his knees.
“Do you need any hand cream? Lubricant?” She asked coldly and he shook his head.
“I don’t think that you will need your magazines…” She laughed coldly. “You’re erect already… Still, you do like to look at something while you masturbate don’t you? I know that I do myself…”
Blushing, he nodded slightly. “You can look at my legs… Would you like to look at my legs while you masturbate?”
His throat was dry and he nodded again while she smiled at him. “Ask me!” She said softly…
“Can I look at your legs?” He croaked.
“And?” She prompted.
“Can I look at your legs while I masturbate?” He asked softly, blushing madly and thoroughly humiliated.
“Is that how you would ask your wife?” Lady Sonia taunted.
“Please can I look at your legs and masturbate?”
Slowly, she raised the hem of her grey skirt to her thighs and he stared at those lovely long stocking clad legs.
“Go on!” She whispered and he slid his hand around his cock and slowly started pumping, his eyes fixated on her legs. He started getting close in a hurry and watched as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again.
Humiliation at the mental image of this scene swept over him. Here he was naked, on his knees in this woman’s kitchen, masturbating himself while she showed him her wonderful legs. It was humiliating beyond comparison.
It was too much and, with Lady Sonia smiling coldly, he groaned and spurted over the kitchen floor. Body heaving, sweat running down his chest, he slumped on the floor and waited…
Lady Sonia broke the long silence. “Well… That certainly was quick!” She commented, pulling her skirt back down. “Are you always that quick with Rowena? She must be so disappointed…”
He wanted to protest at the veiled insult but felt so embarrassed that all he wanted do was to leave as soon as he could…
“Well… Get dressed… But wipe that up first!” She said pointing at him pool of cum on the kitchen floor.
Hurriedly, he used his underwear to wipe up the mess, then got dressed and stood there uncertainly, his soiled underwear in his hand.
“Uh… I’ll go then…” He said embarrassed.
“Yes…” She said calmly, flicking through a newspaper that was on the table.
“What about the… The magazines?” He hesitantly asked.
Lady Sonia looked up at him and smiled. “I said that I wouldn’t tell Rowena… YET… I didn’t say that I would give you the magazines back… Goodbye, Marcus!” She said coldly… “Thank you for coming to see me…”
With a red face he quickly left to wash his underwear and the staff changing room before Rowena got back from her ride…













