The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:00 pm

Intro -

This is a fictional story set in Georgian-Era England.
It tells the story of a young countess and her maids, who have a secret hobby - tying up boys!

One young man, a suitor to the countess' hand, discovers this hobby....the hard way.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Tue Dec 29, 2015 3:12 pm

Part 1 -

Walter Cecil was the son of Sir Arthur Cecil, the Earl of Sutton.
His father was developing a business relationship with the Earl of Sussex, Anthony Dudley.
Dudley had no children: he wasn't even married.
As a result, his heir, the heir to the Earldom of Sussex was his niece, Isabella Rothschild, the 14 year-old Countess of Suffolk.

16 year old Walter had been sent by his father to court the young girl.
He imagined it would be easy.
He would give her one of his signature smiles and she would fall at his feet, begging him to marry her.
Easy.

It didn't turn out that way.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Mon Feb 08, 2016 9:00 am

Part 2 -

It was the middle of the morning when Walter arrived at the Rothschild family home.
He walked up to the door and knocked, and was received by a young girl in a maid's uniform.
The girl was pretty and red-haired, and she gave Walter a shy little smile when she saw him.
"It's a pleasure, m'lord, but I'm afraid His Grace the Earl is away," she said apologetically, in an Irish accent.
Walter smiled his winning smile.
"Don't worry, ma'am. I am here to court his niece, the lady Isabella."

The maid smiled. "If that is the case, m'lord, please follow me. I shall take you to her."
Walter followed the maid, his eyes watching her rear as she climbed the stairs inf front of him.
She was pretty and shy, and older than his "lady love" - about 16, his own age.
He wondered if Isabella was the gullible sort - if so, he could get up to all sort of fun with the sweet little Irish maid.

He was pulled from his fantasies when the reached a door.
The maid bowed and pointed to the door.
"This is her room, m'lord. If you need me, I shall be next door."
Before she left, he caught her hand and smiled at her. "What is your name, sweetling?"
The girl smiled that shy smile. "Anna, if it please you."
Walter smiled. "I believe we'll be seeing a lot of each other, Anna. Farewell for now."
The maid rushed off, blushing furiously, as Walter knocked on the door.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Tue Jul 12, 2016 11:37 am

Part 3 -

Walter heard what sounded like a muffled cry, then a thump from inside the room.
Frowning, he knocked again.
"Coming!" came a girl's voice.

Walter smiled.
It was time to get in the mood for charming.
He adopted his signature smile and prepared to wow the young Countess.

Then the door opened, and Walter forgot all hopes of charming the Countess.

The girl he beheld there was stunningly beautiful.
Long brown hair fell from her head in long, lush ringlets.
Her blue eyes were hypnotic and he could have lost himself in them.

She wore a thin white gown that allowed him to see her undergarments, and clung tightly to her bodice.
She gave him a disarming smile.
"You must be my suitor. Walter, is it?"

"Um gah," Walter replied. He was shocked that such a young girl had him under her control.
The Countess giggled. "Come in, Walter, please. Meet my other suitor!"

Walter walked into the centre of the room.
Isabella, for some reason, stayed by the door.
"Where is this suitor?" Walter asked haughtily, some of his old arrogance returning.
"Under the bed," Isabella replied.
Walter bent down and looked under the bed.
There he saw a boy his age, tied and gagged, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"What the hell?" he shouted, turning back to the young girl.
Only to see an evil smirk on her face as she slammed the door closed and locked it.
"No escape, Walter," she said with a grin.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Tue Oct 04, 2016 7:02 am

Part 4 -

Walter strode forward angrily.
"What is going on? Tell me why that boy is tied up! What do you mean he's your "other suitor"?"

Isabella tutted.
"Honestly, Walter. So many questions. That is the son of the Duke of York. He came to charm me as well, and he did an even worse job than you are doing. He was angry with my refusal and he hit me. So I decided to punish him."
Walter scoffed. "It's not a girl's job to administer punishment. That's a man's role."

Isabella's eyes flashed with anger.
"It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson as well."

Walter smiled at the little girl.
"What are you going to do? Sew me to your bed?"
He meant it as a joke, but the Countess smiled.

"In a manner of speaking..." she said.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Sat Mar 11, 2017 1:08 pm

Part 5 -

Walter scoffed and made for the door.
"I've had enough of this. You clearly deserve some discipline, girl. No woman should speak so freely to a man, especially not her future suitor."
He turned and made for the door.

There were footsteps behind him and suddenly he was on the floor.
Standing over him was the Countess.
She smiled as she planted her bare foot on Walter's neck.
"I think you should re-think what you just said," she hissed as she pressed her foot down.

Walter felt his oxygen flow cut off and struggled to breathe.
He couldn't believe the audacity of the young girl.
He pleaded and begged, feeling humiliated as he did so.

But there was no mercy in the Countess' eyes, and soon enough the darkness claimed Walter as he lost consciousness.

Re: The Hobby of the Young Countess f/mm, fff/mm

Postby Jon Snow » Sun Aug 20, 2017 3:22 am

Part 6 -

When Walter awoke, he found he couldn't move.
He was lying on a bed, his hands bound to the bedposts.
He struggled, but the bonds were tight and expertly tied.

He was going nowhere.

When the bonds refused to give, Walter tried to cry for help.
But his shouts were muffled by something soft and sweet-smelling in his mouth.
When it was clear that neither the bonds nor the gag would budge, Walter cast his mind back.
The Countess...

He felt anger seize him.
That upjumped little brat!
She had tricked him, caught him unawares.
How else could she have overpowered him?
She was just a little girl, after all.

Just wait until he got out.
Then he'd show her...

But his confidence crumpled when he heard footsteps coming towards him and spotted his captor out of the corner of his eye.
The countess was back.
And he was her plaything.