The Clifton Manor

The Clifton Manor By Drusilla.

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Patricia Duncan, brought up by a strict father and mother, and she rebelled against anything and everything they did. Her father kept saying if she continued acting this way, she would wind up a nasty old bitch.

It wasn't until she married Henry Clifton, that she began to experience real freedom. Henry was a very wealthy man, but also a very docile man. He was content, not being the master of the manor. Patricia had enough strength for the both of them. In a few personal dealings, she could see Henry was being taken advantage of. She always stepped in with Henry's interests in mind.

Trisha, as her close friends always called her, was a sponge for knowledge. She loved to travel to France, stay in Paris and soak up their social culture. She also loved to travel to Germany, Denmark and Sweden. She was most fascinated with the sexual kink found in Paris and Copenhagen.

Trisha was overwhelmed by the beautiful leather gear that was available. High heel leather boots that laced over the knee. Leather dresses, hats, panties, bras, gloves, collars, whips, gags and cuffs. It was something she couldn't get enough of.

Clifton Manor sat on 325 acres, rolling hills, woods, some pasture and much farm land. Lady Patricia Clifton was the sole owner of the Clifton Manor. When her husband Henry died, everything went to Patricia. She was sad Henry died, but that was not going to stop her from living her own life. She was 39, and not ready to curl up and die yet.

Patricia gazed at her self in the mirror. Her long hair, so black against, her so white skin. Cleanly shaved pubic area, complemented her long beautiful legs. A quick part of the lips with her fingers, revealed a moist pink inside. She gently lifted her full breasts, admiring the pink nipples. She turned to see the profile of her curvy figure and perfect ass. Now, it was time to slip into some heels, a dress, with nothing else.

Trisha went downstairs to meet with her solicitor and estate planner, Phillip Bates. "I wouldn't advise any change to how the property is run. I have talked with your foreman, he suggested some new farm equipment. The old equipment breaks quite often. Creates wasted time and extra work." The cook brought Trisha a glass of white wine.

Trisha looked at Phillip straight on. "Is he a good man?" Phillip quickly nodded. "Yes, ma'am. He makes everything copacetic. Very reliable." Tricia waved her hand. "Then get him the equipment he needs."

Phillip turned the page in his folder. "The cook, Mrs. Henley. Henry requested in his will, that she not be dismissed, unless of course she no longer wanted employment at the Clifton Manor."

Trisha sipped her wine. "I have eaten in some of the finest places in Europe. None are any better, than a dinner prepared by Mrs. Henley. I want her to have a good raise."

Phillip wrote it on his pad. "Yes, ma'am. I'll attend to it when I get back to my office." Trisha finished her wine and Mrs. Henley was there with another glass for her. Phillip turned another page in his folder. "What is it my lady needs to have done?"

Lady Clifton leaned back in her chair. "I'm going to require three staff members." Phillip smiled. "Well, I don't see a problem there." Trisha sipped her wine. "They are all to be young females. Between the ages of 16 and 18. I prefer the poorer class, because they are much easier to train and control."

Phillip wrote some notes. "Did I hear you correctly? Girls between 16 and 18?" "They're not girls, rather more like hormonal machines. Ready to preform at the drop of a hat. You find me six attractive, and well developed young females. I'll choose the three I want." "Yes. ma'am. I'll call you as soon as I have them."

The 6 young women stood quietly in the study with their arms down by their sides. Lady Clifton was very elegant when she walked into a room, not a hair out of place. Her expression always seemed to be far away, but it always seemed to attract the attention of everyone in the room.

The young ladies stared at her as she stepped behind the large desk. "I want all of you to strip. Everything, stark naked."

The girls looked at each other, then began removing their clothes. Lady Clifton stepped from behind the desk. "I can only pick three of you. I'll explain your duties and you can decide if you want to stay or leave."

She leaned back against the desk. "You'll always be in the nude. No clothes, just your naked body. You'll be responsible for all the house duties, cleaning, laundry, everything that is required. If you do it wrong, you get your ass spanked! If you do it wrong again, you get your ass and tits spanked."

Two of the girls covered their breasts. Trisha continued. "If you are too ashamed or embarrassed to do anything I ask. You need to leave now. I'll only keep those willing to loyally serve me."

First girl grabbed her clothes off the floor, then two others, they all went running naked from the room. Trisha stared at the remaining three. "So, that leaves you three? You're willing to do what I ask?"

The three of them glanced back and forth at one another, before nodding their heads. Lady Clifton walked up to the young woman. "What's your name and how old are you?" "Anne, I'm 17, ma'am."

Trisha stepped up the second young woman. "What's your name and how old are you?" "Cathryn, I'm 17, ma'am." Trisha smiled. "You like being a naked slave?" She paused for a moment. "Yes, ma'am."

She stepped in front of the last young woman. "What's your name and how old are you?" "Emma, ma'am. I'm 18. I can do good work. I'm very strong. ma'am." She smiled. "We'll see just how strong." "Yes, ma'am."

Trisha handed the three young women a piece of paper. "The top figure is your salary. I pay you well and I expect perfection." The girls stared at the salary. They had never seen that much money. They were all smiles.

"The last items on the paper are my four main rules. Break any rule, you'll be replaced. Rule 1. Cleanliness. Number 2. Shaved body of all hair except your head. Number 3. No masturbation, unless you are given permission. Number 4. No sex with men or women, unless given permission."

Lady Clifton walked behind the desk. "There are several more which you'll learn as you go along. Keep in mind, there are a dozen more young women waiting to take your place."

Mrs. Henley walked into the room. Trisha pointed to her. "This is, Mrs. Henley. She runs the Manor, period! She'll instruct you on what must be done. She'll show you your rooms. Clean yourselves completely. Shave all the hair from your body, except your head. Be ready to serve lunch in one and a half hours."

Anne spoke up while she was shaving her legs. "This is really strange, you know, staying naked all the time." Emma interrupted. "For the money, I'll run around naked all year long." Cathryn added. "Me too. I never lived in a place like this. It's a thousand times better than an orphanage. Don't bother if I have to be naked."

Anne looked over at Emma. "Does Lady Clifton scare you as much as she does me?" Emma laughed. "Yeah, a little." Cathryn spoke up. "I like her. She's elegant and beautiful. She speaks so perfect. I'll always be loyal to her."

Emma smiled. "Didn't you see that riding crop she had in her hand? She meant it when she said she would spank your ass." They laughed and giggled as they shaved themselves clean. Mrs. Henley came and took them to the kitchen. She showed them what was to be served and what was to be cleaned.

In the dinning room sat Lady Clifton and to her right was Laura Borum, her friend from Copenhagen. Helen had a home in Copenhagen with all women as her staff. That was where Trisha got the idea. The three naked young women entered, each carrying a tray with something on it.

The placed it on the table in front of Laura and Trisha. Emma looked over at Laura. Trisha slapped the table. "You don't have eye contact with guests." Emma quickly lowered her head. Laura reached over and touched Emma. "I'm sorry my sweet, in time, you'll be a perfect servant."

Laura let her hand slide down over Emma's clean shaven pussy. She stood frozen, as Laura's fingers rubbed her soft lips. "I like this one." Laura turned back to Trisha. "You have chosen your girls well."

Laura stared at Emma. "Would you like to kiss me?" Trisha looked over at Emma. "You had better answer her." Emma quickly replied. "Yes, ma'am. I would like to kiss you." Laura pulled her hand away and smiled at Emma. "After lunch. You can show me how soft your lips are."

After lunch, Trisha and Laura sat out by the pool. Trisha told the girls to go for a swim, Laura like to watch them splash around. The girls began to have the time of their life, splashing, giggling, screaming and laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world.

Laura leaned over to Trisha. "I sometimes wish I was that age again." Trisha raised her brow. "I don't. My childhood was horrible. I do like watching them play in the nude."

Laura looked back. "You don't mind if I kiss Emma, do you?" "Of course not. Emma is 18, I'm sure she's been kissed before." Laura raised her hand. "Emma. Come here for a moment." Emma ran over. Soaking wet.

Laura pointed. "Kneel down here by my chair." Laura held Emma's face steady and gave her a kiss with her lips and her tongue." Emma closed her eyes and waited until it was over. Laura waved her hand. "Go back to swimming with the other girls."

Everything had been cleaned and put away in the kitchen. Mrs. Henley dismissed the girls to go to their room. The three of sat on the bed, reliving all the fun they had that day. Suddenly the door opened and Lady Clifton entered, riding crop in her hand.

The girls stood up and swallowed. Anne spoke up. "Were we making too much noise? It won't ever happen again, ma'am. We promise." Trisha waved her hand. "Girls, go to your beds." The all climbed in under the covers, waiting for Lady Clifton to speak.

She walked up to Anne's bed, bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. "You didn't make too much noise." She went to Cathryn's bed, bend down and kissed her softly of the lips. "You're a beautiful young lady."

She stopped at Emma's bed last, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips." "You are a beautiful young lady." Emma raised up. "I didn't like Laura's kiss. I liked yours." Trisha grinned, walking to the door. Anne raised up. "Am I a beautiful your lady, ma'am?"

"Yes, Anne, all of you are the most beautiful girls in the world. Now, go to sleep." "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am."

It was late morning, the girls were finishing their chores, when Lady Clifton walked into the study. "You girls follow me." She led them to her bedroom. She pointed with the riding crop. "You see that bedspread tucked in the side of the bed?"

The three girls stared at it. Trisha slapped the riding crop against her dress. "Who ever is responsible, will get a spanking. Who was it?" They stood silent, looking at each other. Trisha stepped forward. "Don't make me wait."

Anne quickly jumped forward. "It was me, ma'am. I so sorry. I won't ever do it again." Cathryn stepped forward. "It was me, ma'am." Emma stepped forward. "It was me. ma'am."

Lady Clifton stepped back and pointed with her crop. "All of you, bend over and lay your heads on the bed." Lady Clifton gave each girl four whacks across the bare ass with the leather crop. "Stand up!"

All three were quivering from the pain. Trisha stepped in front of them. "I did not punish you more, because I admire your loyalty. I hope I can expect the same loyalty from you when I need it. Now, go help Mrs. Henley with the lunch."

The lunch was over and everything was cleaned, the three girls came into the study where Lady Clifton was sitting behind her desk. "Why are you here?" Emma stepped forward. "I need to say this for all of us. You will always have our loyalty, ma'am. We will do anything for you."

Trisha looked up from the desk. "Then go out to the pool and play. That pleases me most, right now." Mrs. Henley brought Trisha a glass of wine, and they both went out to the pool to watch the three naked girls swim and play.

Trisha watched as the three of them floated on their backs, their boobs bobbing up and down out of the water. The three of them came out of the water, held their noses and jumped back in. Trisha handed her wine glass Mrs. Henley. "I could watch them all day, they do bring me much needed joy.

Later that evening, the three girls went back to the study. Lady Clifton looked up from her work. "Why are you here, again?" Emma stepped forward. "We have a question to ask if we may?" Trisha closed her book and leaned back in her chair. "What is it now?"

Emma hung her head. "You said there was no masturbation unless permission was given." "That's correct." "We would like permission, ma'am." Cathryn interrupted. "We have getting excited, and we can't do anything about it."

Trisha leaned forward. "You girls want to masturbate?" They all three answered in unison. "Yes, ma'am." "You'll have to do it right there, right now." Trisha continued. "When you get through, you have to satisfy me." The girls looked at each other for a moment, then Emma quickly got on the floor, opened her legs and let her fingers do the rest.

Anne and Cathryn laid down next to each other and began playing with one another. Anne rubbed her fingers over Cathryn's clit and Cathryn did the same to her. In a few moments the room was filled squeals, screeches, moaning and groaning. The three of them laid on the floor, giggling. By this time, Trisha was very aroused.

Trisha walked from behind her desk. "Who's going to undress me?" Anne jumped to her feet. "I will, please let me." Trisha dropped her arms to her side, Anne removed her black suit jacket, then unbuttoned her white ruffled blouse.

She carefully unfastened the white bra, allowing Trisha's boobs to pop out freely. Anne stared at the two perfect mounds of flesh. "Oh, my. These are so beautiful." Trisha looked into Anne's wide open eyes. "The dress?" "Yes, ma'am."

Anne unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She removed the garter belt, stockings, and finally the black lace panties. Trisha laid down on the floor with her arms above her head. Emma crawled over to her. "Do we have permission to masturbate you?"

Trisha closed her eyes. "Yes. Do what you like with me." Trisha, soon regretted saying that to the young women. They were like a swarm of bugs on her. Their arms, legs, fingers and lips were everywhere. Her nipples had never been sucked or kissed so much in all her life.

The girls created a fire inside Trisha, that couldn't be stopped. The first orgasm was so powerful, Trisha couldn't move her legs. The girls had her legs held open with their legs; her arms held back by Emma. The tongues and the fingers continued the assault on Trisha's womanhood, until she was screamed and gasped for air.

Trisha lost control of her legs and most of her body for a brief moment. The next few orgasms came in waves, over and over again. Trisha was unable to speak, she could only toss her head and moan. Another wave shot through her body, after that, she laid still as if she were dead.

Cathryn made a comment. "She squirted a lot." Emma looked at her. "Do you think we did too much?" Anne added. "I don't think we hurt her." Trisha rolled over on her side. "Take me to my bedroom."

With the help of Mrs. Henley, the girls managed to help Trisha to her bedroom, where she collapsed on the bed. Anne spoke up. "We should stay with her tonight. I don't think we should leave her alone." The other girls agreed.

Mrs. Henley sighed. "Very well, but if Lady Clifton yells at me for letting you stay. I'll give you all a spanking with a heavy wooden spoon!" The girls climbed under the covers with Trisha. Anne snuggled up to her front. Emma snuggled up to her back. Cathryn snuggled up next to Emma.

During the night Trisha woke, because she felt exceptionally warm. She pulled the covers back and saw the three girls huddled next to her. Anne slowly opened her eyes. "Did we wake you, ma'am?" "Yes, the three of you generate too much body heat. Spread out from me."

Sunlight glared through the window, into Lady Clifton's eyes. She moaned and rolled over. She heard the girls in the bathroom, giggling. Trisha rolled out of bed and walked into her bathroom. "What are you girls doing?"

Anne blurted out. "Rules number one and number two, ma'am. Cleanliness and shaved." Cathryn added. "May we bathe you, ma'am?" Emma drained the tub. "I'll run fresh hot water for you, ma'am."

Trisha stared at the three naked imps, huddling around the tub. "I would like a hot bath. But, I don't wish to be played with. Is that clear?" The three girls answered in unison. "Yes, ma'am"

Lady Clifton took breakfast outside by the pool. Mrs. Henley filled her cup with hot tea. Trisha watched the girls, holding hands and dancing around naked in a circle. They all laughed and quickly jumped in the pool, making a big splash." Trisha shook her head. "God, I wish things were that simple for me."

Mrs. Henley smiled. "In time, and with proper training. They'll be able to run the affairs of the Manor, quite efficiently." Lady Clifton smiled back at her. "Yes, I also fear that will happen someday."

END.