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In the last week of April the lady called us all for a meeting into her office. Us, that was thirty three year old me, the forty three year old cook and the thirty one year old maid. Basically everyone that was working in the ladies old mansion full time and all year around.

After everyone had shown up, the fifty two year old lady told us that her husband, the fifty five year old lord would come back into the mansion soon. And him showing up, that brought some major changes for all of us: She told us to behave, no more hitting on each other, no more sex in risky places and no more including her into any of our sexual activities at all.

The three of us were everything but happy with the new rules, but she was the lady off the house, she literally owned the place and she was the one calling the shots. But she wasn’t finished yet. She gave us orders about the preparations that had to be made before the lord would arrive, mostly cleaning, some landscaping and then she directly addressed me, her caretaker: “And I fear I will have no time to look after you. No time to play with you, so your dick will have to stay locked up until my husband leaves us again. I know, it is a lot to ask, but you will survive. And it for sure will do you more good than harm.”

I had to swallow. I knew that her husband would show up in the first days of May and was staying until September. That was a long time without touching my dick. But as all the time, the lady got a “Yes, ma’am” for an answer. A smile appeared on the ladies face after I had confirmed her order, two devilish smiles appeared on the maids and on the cooks face: “We will have plenty of fun with you.”

I knew what they were up to. I knew that they would tease the shit out of me. I knew that they would try everything in their power to turn me into a leaky, frustrated horny mess. And honestly, I was more than just looking forward to it.

Then one week later, April had already turned into May, the preparations were all finished, it was time for me to head to the airport and to pick up the lord. It took the biggest car the garage had to offer, I put on some of my better clothes and then I drove off.

While being more than just a little bit excited and nervous, because I would be meeting the lord for the first time and the others had told me stories beforehand. I threw some nice tunes on the radio to distract me from thinking too much.

Then I drove up to the airport, and there he was, the lord. He looked different than on the pictures, the painting I had seen of him, but he was totally recognize able. He was standing next to a pile of suitcases.

I parked the car in front of him, I got out, I opened the backdoor to let him in. But he refused to go in: “Don’t you need help with the suitcases, and well, I prefer to sit in the front row.”

I was pleasantly surprised, because the first impression he gave me was different from the stories the others had told me. So the two of us stuffed the trunk and partly the back seats with his luggage, then we drove off to the mansion.

We had a polite get to know each other conversation up and running during the trip. He asked me about my life and about working at the mansion, I asked him about his life and him working for the lady, taking care of a part of her families heritage. We got along, then we arrived at the driveway leading up to the mansion.

I parked the car directly in front of the main entrance, directly in front of the lady, the cook and the maid. Because all the three of them were already waiting for us. And all of them were totally ignoring one rule the lady had established during our last meeting: No teasing, no showing off.

They all were dressed to impress. They all were wearing tight sitting clothes, they all were showing cleavage, the all had made their hair and the all – well, except the cook, it just wasn’t her thing to do at all – had put on some makeup.

They looked beautiful, breathtaking. And they drove my horny levels through the roof. My caged dick desperately tried to break free. But he stood no chance against the metal cage he was caught in. I was barely able to take my eyes off them.

The lord next to me showed the same reaction. He checked out all off the three women, but he was clever enough to give the lady, his wife his full attention while ignoring the other two. They hugged each other, then the lady ordered the rest of us to bring the lords luggage upstairs into their private quarters before the two disappeared for a long walk into the gardens that were surrounding the mansion.

The cook quickly found an excuse to get away from carrying stuff upstairs, she had something cooking on the stove, and she actually had. She was preparing a feast to celebrate the lords comeback. A feast that was served to the lord and the lady by the cook herself in their private quarters.

So the maid and I were stuck with the luggage. I took the heavy pieces, she took the lighter stuff and then we went upstairs. She was walking in front of me, shaking her damn hot ass at all times, driving my horny levels even higher, making my caged dick spitting out some filthy juices. She more than just enjoyed the attention I gave her. She loved it when my horny eyes were undressing her, when I was looking at her like an animal that was in the verge of jumping onto it’s prey.

Once all the suitcases were upstairs I helped the maid unpack and putting the lords clothes, books and gadgets in place. We were busy for an hour or two while the maid kept on showing off her body and her curves. She was driving me insane on that day. And the fact that it had been a few weeks since my last relief, it didn’t made things any better.

When the maid and I were done rearranging the ladies and the lords private quarters we headed straight towards the kitchen. On our way down we ran into the lady and the lord. The two were holding hands, the two looked like a couple that was freshly in love. Impressive, when you thing that they had been together for more than thirty years back then.

After saying hello the lady asked us if everything was unpacked. The maid and I nodded with our heads, then we asked the lady – and the lord too – if they needed us for something else. The offer was declined in a very polite way and the lady gave us one order: “Business as usual. And please give my husband and me as much privacy as anyhow possible.”

The maid and I confirmed her order. Then we all went our methods. As soon as we were out of hearing range, I began to ask the maid a few questions: “Do they actually still fuck each others brains out? After decades of being with each other?”

A tiny smile appeared on the maids face: “Sort off. Because well, the lady has done the same with her husband, the lord like she did with you. She tamed him by locking his dick away. What I have been told it happened about a decade ago. And meanwhile, she more or less owns him. He is her obedient slave. He loves it that way. And well, you know the lady, she loves nothing more than being the one calling the shots.”

There was a big smile on my face when the maid told me about the lord and the lady. And somehow it being that way didn’t come as a surprise for me. Because the lady had plenty of experience when dealing with men in chastity, and where else should she got it from than experimenting with her husband?

Then we arrived in the kitchen. The cook was busy preparing the meal for the lord and the lady. It didn’t took long and the maid and I were full filling her orders, helping her with the cooking and helping her to prepare everything to bring upstairs.

She was clever enough to use the elevator close to the kitchen to get up on the first floor. She took everything she needed with her. She told us that she would be back in an our maybe two. And that we should help ourselves to fill our bellies.

The maid and I dug in. They cook had cooked more than enough food for all of us. We had our own little feast down in the kitchen. While sitting at the comfy table in the corner of the massive kitchen. The place were the lady, the maid, the cook and I had been gathering more than once to enjoy dinner together. Like a family. But now, that the lord was back, things were different. At least for a while.

But that didn’t keep the maid and me from enjoying our dinner together. We were mostly eating, we did some talking and the maid gave me more than one great view down her cleavage while we were eating together.

Now that hunger was cured, horny me was back. I was lusting for the maid again. I really had to take myself together to not jump onto her, to prevent myself from tearing the chastity cage off my leaking but still limp dick and then bending her over the dinner table and fuck her elsewhere. She clearly was asking for it.

But the last eight, nine months taught me that that isn’t how things are done inside the old mansion. Men had to restrain themselves. They had to hold themselves back and it were the women that were in control. That could do with the men whatever they wanted. Expect one thing: Setting their dicks free. That just was a no go.

After we were done eating, after the maid and I had cleaned our plates I put away the dishes. Then I got us something to drink. When I came back from the fridge, the maid was sitting on a chair, her everything but long skirt pulled up – yes, she really gave everything to tease the lord and me too – and her legs wide open.

And no, she was wearing no underwear. She gave me a next to perfect view on her pussy. Within the blink of an eye my caged dick tried to get hard, tried to break free. My mouth was watering. The maid had a certain smile, a certain expression on her face: “How about some dessert?”

Moments later I was down on my knees and my tongue was on her clit. Then my tongue was as deep inside her pussy as anyhow efficient. I enjoyed the taste of her pussy. I slurped up every single drop of juice that came out of her. Doing so made my caged dick spit out some filthy sticky juices. Until there was a wet spot on my pants, right between my legs.

The longer I was going down on her the more intense her moaning got. Her hands were involuntarily running through my hair. She was drifting off elsewhere. Her brain was turning off while her eyes were running in circles. Despite her being more or less gone, she was able to moan out a more.

And more she got. But not immediately. I wanted to to slide my tongue in and out of her pussy for a little longer. I wanted to enjoy her pussy juices a little bit longer. She had to moan out a second, than a third more until she got her will.

When my first finger went inside her pussy a shiver went through her body. I gave her hard and deep thrusts. Her moaning got more intense, her hands began to hold up to my head while pressing my tongue against her clit.

I kept on finger fucking her for a while. I worked her closer to an orgasm. Slowly. Steadily. Then a second finger went inside her pussy. Followed by a third one. Her hands were trying to squeeze my hand as three off my fingers went in and out of her pussy while my tongue took care of her clit.

When she was really close to an orgasm, I decided to keep her there for a while. I was playing with her. I kept her on the edge. I made her loose my mind. She was begging me to let her cum.

A few minutes later I finally showed her some mercy. I let her jump over the edge. I gave her a few well timed hard and deep thrusts with my fingers while my tongue was licking her clit.

Until her moaning stopped. Until her legs, her whole body was trembling. Until her hands fell off my head and until her moaning stopped. She was done. She collapsed into the chair. And she made a massive mess while cumming. Her juices were all over me, the chair, the floor and herself.

It held her in place, I prevented her from falling of the chair. It took some time until she was herself, until she was back in her body again. Once she was, she just smiled at me: “Thank you.”

Then she stood up, she pulled her skirt back down and left the kitchen. I, still more than just very horny, was the one cleaning up the mess she had made. It was then that the cook came back into the kitchen. She immediately realized what had happening in her part of the house a few minutes prior: “It smells like someone had a lot of fun in here.”

I shrugged my shoulders, the cook and I briefly looked each other in the eyes, we checked each other out from tip to toe, she was thinking about doing something naughty with me, but she decided against it: “Maybe another day.”

I accepted her decision. Then I finished my cleaning job and then I went for a very long and very exhausting run. The exhaustion was helping with horny. It made horny bearable. It helped me to clear my head.

Back in the mansion, up beneath the roof in the servants quarters, I took a long and refreshing shower. Then I went straight towards my room, to get some shut eye. But on the way to my room I accidentally ran into a half naked maid.

She just walked by me, said something like hi and pushed my horny levels through the roof again by doing what she did. It was a classic “don’t dare to forget about me” thing. And well, I struggled to get her out of my head. I had a mostly sleepless night to thing about her. Her and her damn hot curves.

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