Master of The Castle
Chapter 3 — Parlor Maid
“I’ve got a great idea where we can go on vacation,” Jack O’Reilly had announced. “The only thing is it requires a passport. Do you have a passport?”
Of course she had, Sally had assured him but then that wasn’t really the point. The point was that it was a vacation that required a passport. “Where do you want us to go, Jack?”
“I don’t know. You haven’t answered my question. Do you have a passport?”
“You know I do. Come on. Out with it. Where do you want to go?”
“Well, Babe, seeing as how I’ve got your interest now, how do you feel about a trip to Scotland?”
Scotland? Sally had hardly expected that. When Jack had said passports, she was thinking of something with a decidedly warmer climate but Scotland, that was interesting, too. “What’d you have in mind, Jack?”
“There’s this place I heard about,” her husband said. “It’s a castle.”
“A castle?”
“Mm hmm. A castle. Castle Macmillan it’s called. Apparently, they’ve converted the place into a hotel or something where you can go and live like a king and a queen.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“But, Jack, how are we going to pay for all that?”
Jack just smiled. “You leave that all to me, Babe. I’ve got it all covered.”
There was a part of her that hated it when Jack did that. They were supposed to be a team after all. That meant they were supposed to be working together. That meant they were supposed to make decisions together but sometimes Jack seemed to want to go off on his own and spring things on her. He liked to surprise her and she had to admit it that he was pretty good at doing that and that his surprises were pretty much just what she wanted, too. It was just that she wished sometimes she was a little more in the loop.
“So what do you say, Babe?”
“You know, Jack, I think it sounds like an excellent idea.”
That was all the confirmation that Jack needed to set his plans in motion. Every once in a while he’d pop up with a question or two. First, it was dates. When would Sally be able to get time off from work?
Then once the days were set, he popped up with the flight information.
Finally, it was likes and dislikes. Given a preference, what would Sally want to do.
By the time the couple left for their vacation, Sally had a broad idea of what Jack had in mind but as to the details, she was still completely in the dark.
Soon after clearing customs, the young couple was in a car and after a not too long drive, they were pulling up in front of Castle Macmillan.
“Oh my God, Jack.”
“Just wait until you see the inside.”
Sally couldn’t wait and her anticipation grew as they stepped up to the registration desk and while it might have been a registration desk just like any other one that she had seen before, there was something different about this one because this one was in a castle.
“Good evening,” said the man behind the desk. “How may I help you?”
“We’re checking in,” Jack said proudly.
“Very good, sir, and the name?”
“O’Reilly.”
“Ah yes. Mr. and Mrs. O’Reilly. Jack and Sally, I believe. How was your flight over from the states?”
“It was good,” Jack said.
“But a bit tiring,” Sally added.
“Well yes, they can be that way sometimes but if you’ll give me a few moments, we can get you checked in and then we can get you up to your room. How will you be paying for this, sir.”
“Credit card,” Jack said even as he offered up the card.
“Very good, sir.”
The man at the desk took the card and quickly worked through the sign in process with an efficiency that came from having done this many times before. Finally, he handed over a tag for Jack to sign and then he handed over a couple of keys, real keys, heavy keys and not the plastic cards that one normally received. “Here you go, sir. These are your room keys. Breakfast is from seven to nine in the banquet hall. Do you have any questions?”
Jack shook his head and Sally did the same.
“All right then.” He rang a bell and a young bellboy came scurrying to the counter. “Andrew here will show you to your room. If there’s anything we can do to make your stay here more pleasant, please don’t hesitate to ask and we hope you enjoy your stay at Castle Macmillan.”
The couple was taken aback when the bellboy opened the door to their room. “Oh my God, Jack. This must have cost a fortune.”
“Actually, it didn’t. It was rather reasonably priced. I’m told though that every room has an excellent view.”
Sally walked across the suite and she threw open the heavy curtains. “I don’t know about every room,” she said, “but I can tell you this one is stunning.”
Jack walked over to where his wife was standing and he slid his arm around her waist. “Only the best for you, Babe.”
Sally turned and she settled her hands behind his head. “Oh really,” she cooed. “Is that what your say to all the women?”
“Only the ones I love,” Jack said with a smile.
“Ones?” Sally asked with a playful raise of the eyebrow.
“Well you know how it is, Babe. There are so many women out there.”
Sally now gave Jack a shove. “Come on, Jack.”
“There are so many women out there,” Jack said quickly, “but there’s only one woman for me.”
“Really?”
“Come on, Babe. Do you really have to ask that?”
Sally smiled. “I guess not,” she said. “I guess I’ll just take it on faith.”
“You better. So what do you want to do? You want to go out exploring?”
“We just got here, Jack. I’m tired. I just want to lie down.”
“But, Babe, you know what they say. You need to try to acclimate yourself to the new time zone as soon as you get there.”
“I know. I know, but I just want to take a little nap.”
Jack knew better than to argue with his wife. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “You lie down and take a LITTLE nap. I’ll go out and do a little exploring and when I come back, I’ll come tell you what I found. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds great, Jack. I really appreciate it.”
It was really a lovely room, Sally thought after Jack had left and when she was more herself, she’d be in more of a position to appreciate it but for now at least ...
Sally pulled the heavy curtains closed and instantly, the room was dark. It did not matter how much light there was outside. It was perfect, Sally thought with a yawn. Just a few moments ...
Sally was awake. She wasn’t sure what it was that had awakened her but she was awake.
She sat up in the dark and the first thing she noticed was that it was still dark.
The second thing she noticed was that she was still wearing the clothes that she’d worn on the flight over.
The third thing she noticed was that as far as she could tell, Jack was nowhere around.
But something had woken her up. As she sat there in the dark, she was sure that something had woken her up.
No, she corrected herself. It wasn’t exactly dark. There was something. There was something there in the dark, something glowing, something calling to her.
And yet even as she sat there in the dark still trying to figure out just what it was that had roused her, there came a sudden source of light from an entirely different direction and then suddenly the room was filled with light and standing there in the doorway was her husband Jack.
“There you are,” Jack said. “You know, I’m surprised. I thought I was going to have to wake you up.”
“H-huh?”
“From your nap,” Jack explained. “I told you you shouldn’t take too long of a nap.”
“Oh. Oh yeah.”
“Still a bit groggy though I see.”
“I am not,” Sally groused.
Jack just laughed. “Fine then. Have it your way. You’re not groggy at all.”
“Did you find out anything useful,” Sally asked as she remembered what Jack had told her he intended to do.
“I did indeed and we can discuss it over dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“You have been asleep for a while.”
“Jack, you shouldn’t have let me sleep that long. Now I’m totally going to be messed up in this time zone.”
“Well you know how it is,” Jack said with a laugh, “sometimes Prince Charming is perfectly willing to let Sleeping Beauty lie where she is.”
“Oh, so you think you’re a prince now?”
“Well if the shoe fits—”
“That’s Cinderella, you know.”
“You know, you’re right. It is, but what about dinner?”
“Sure. We can have dinner if you want but where should we go?”
“Well as it turns out, this is a castle and they do have a banquet hall here you know.”
“I think I do recall that now that you mentioned it.”
“Come on then. Let’s go.”
The banquet hall might not have been large as far as banquet halls in castles went but it was certainly big enough to impress. Two large oak tables ran the length of the hall with a head table stretched across one end of the tables.
“Good evening,” said a girl at the entrance. “Are you two here for dinner?”
“We are,” Jack announced.
“Feel free to sit anywhere,” the girl said, “and someone will be out to take your order shortly.”
“Cool. Thanks.”
Jack and Sally took a seat near a couple of other men and they looked at their menus. After a few minutes, one of the other men leaned over to them. “You’re Americans, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Jack answered.
“So are we. I’m Lyle Buxton and this is my partner Gregory.”
Gregory nodded without saying anything.
“Nice to meet you,” Jack said.
“Yeah,” Sally agreed.
“You guys just get here?”
“Today actually.”
“Ah. Me and Gregory have been here almost a week now. We came out here to do some fishing.”
“Fishing?”
“Yeah, the coast is just thirty minutes away. On a good day,” Lyle said with a chuckle, “you can actually see it from here. Thing is it has to be a good day.”
Jack nodded.
“So what do you folks do?” Lyle asked.
“I’m in insurance,” Jack said, “and Sally here works in an office.”
“Me and Gregory here are in real estate. Times have been tough for a while there but I think they’re starting to turn around.”
“In some markets,” Jack said ruefully.
“Yeah. In some markets.”
The four Americans spent time chatting amiably until Lyle and Gregory were done and left and after that, it was Jack and Sally left to their own to talk about themselves nod what thy wanted to do next.
For the amount of time that she’d spent sleeping earlier that day, getting back to sleep that night wasn’t nearly as hard as Sally had feared it might be. Then of course, Jack had helped her out with that. By the time the two of them were done, Sally was worn out enough that she easily went off to sleep.
But something had roused her. Sally was sure of that. As she laid there in the dark, she knew it wasn’t a matter of her body rebelling against all the sleep it had been getting. This was different. Something had roused her.
She looked over at Jack. He wasn’t exactly snoring but then he wasn’t exactly quiet either but all she had to do was to look at him and she knew he wasn’t the one who had roused her.
But if not him then who?
She sat up in the bed and as she did, she saw something glowing from across the room. She couldn’t make out exactly what it was but as she looked at whatever it was, she knew this was the thing that had roused her from her slumbers so intrigued, with one last look at Jack, she slipped out from under the covers and she crossed the room to where the whatever it is was.
The whatever it was was wasn’t just one thing she realized. It was two things. It was a pair of candlesticks and the candlesticks seemed to be glowing.
Why would candlesticks be glowing?
She reached out to touch the candlesticks and then she was wrapping her fingers around them.
Everything changed.
She was in a well lit room now although it wasn’t the same one that she’d been in before and she could see clearly the silver candlesticks that she now had her fingers wrapped around and she knew there was someone standing behind her.
“You need to stroke it,” a voice instructed her and Sally’s fingers moved in conjunction with that request.
“That’s it,” the voice said encouragingly. “You’re doing a fine job. Just stroke it.”
Just stroke it, Sally thought. Yes, she could do that.
“Stroke it all the way up from the base and the stroke it back again.”
Yes, she could do that, too.
“That’s it. Stroke it.”
It was the next day and Sally was on her own. Jack had said he’d needed to check on a few things at work and so Sally was free to wander. She just hoped Jack wasn’t going to take too long. It was during her wandering that she ran into Gregory. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey.”
“Where’s your friend?”
“He wanted to go into town. That didn’t interest me so I stayed back here.”
“Oh.”
“What do you think of the history of this place?”
“History?”
“Yeah. You know. Of this castle?”
“What history?”
“You don’t know?”
Sally shook her head.
“Turns out way back when when this was really a castle and not a hotel, the men of the Macmillan clan liked to take advantage of the serving girls. Not that I don’t think that didn’t happen everywhere but I guess they were pretty flagrant about it here.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. To the point where they started ignoring their own women or at least that’s the way I heard it.”
“Oh.”
“So that’s why I asked. I wondered what you as a women thought about the history of this place.”
“I didn’t know anything about it,” Sally said, “but even if I had, it wouldn’t have had any effect on me. I feel sorry for those girls but that most definitely is not me.”
“Fair enough,” Gregory said. “Fair enough. I was just wondering.”
She was awake again. This time though, Sally didn’t have to look to see what it was that had woken her. She rolled over in bed. “No,” she moaned in frustration. “No. Let me sleep.”
But that wasn’t allowed. Even as she tried to avoid the siren song of the candlesticks, she knew that wasn’t allowed.
They were calling to her. Sally tossed again on the bed and she looked over at Jack. He at least was still sound asleep. Hmm. Maybe she should wake him. Maybe she should see if he could hear it, too.
She even started to reach a hand out to him but her hand never got there. What if he didn’t hear it, she told herself. What if he thought she was just imagining it? Maybe he’d be mad at her for waking him up.
But he’d understand, she told herself.
Understand what, another part answered back. Understand that she’d woken him up for no good reason at all. Understand that his pretty wife was hearing things. What was there to understand?
Sally pulled her hand back. He wouldn’t understand.
That’s right, she answered back. He wouldn’t understand but you understand. You know there’s something you have to do.
No, she tried to tell herself but even as she did, she found her eyes being pulled inexorably back to the candlesticks on the mantle.
You know what to do.
That’s right. She did know what to do. She wrapped her fingers around the candlesticks.
Only they weren’t candlesticks anymore. They were ...
They were cocks. Thick meaty cocks that seemed to spring up out of the mantle where the candlesticks had stood. Thick meaty cocks that were as thick and as long and as hard as the candlesticks they had replaced. Thick meaty cocks that were ...
“You know what to do with those,” said the same voice that had instructed her before.
Indeed she did. Her hands stroked the cocks where they stood.
“That’s it,” the voice encouraged her. “That’s it. You know what to do.”
Indeed she did. Just keep stroking those cocks. She wouldn’t have stopped what she was doing even if the thought of stopping had perchance crossed her mind but in point of fact, she never even considered stopping. She had to stroke those cocks.
“You know what to do,” her instructor purred.
Indeed she did. Harder she stroked those cocks. Harder. Longer. Faster.
And finally she was rewarded as both cocks nearly simultaneously erupted in her hands spewing cum up into the air.
It was raining rather heavily the next day and Jack stared out the window of their suite. The two of them had been planning a drive into the countryside but for the moment at least, that drive seemed to have been forestalled. “Damn,” Jack said as he looked forlornly out of the window. “Damn, I suppose we should have seen that coming. What do you want to do, Babe?”
Sally shrugged. “Is there maybe something we can do around here?”
“I dunno but if there was, wouldn’t we have found it by now.”
Sally shrugged again. “Maybe we weren’t just looking until now.”
“That’s a good point. Maybe we can stop by the front desk after breakfast.”
Breakfast was continental style or at east that’s what they would have called it in the states. Sally wondered what they called it here as she put cream cheese onto a bagel that she’d just toasted for herself. After all, the continent was somewhere over there, somewhere across the English Channel.
She smiled as she took a bite of her bagel. For that matter, she wondered what they’d call a breakfast like this on the continent. Maybe they’d call it American style.
“What you thinking about, Babe?” Jack asked.
“I was just wondering what they call a continental breakfast here.”
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
“Pardon me,” Jack asked. “I was wondering if you could help us.”
“Yes, sir,” said the clerk behind the desk. “What can I do to help?”
“Our plans were rather messed up by the rain, you know, and we were just wondering what kinds of things there were to do around the castle here.”
“I’m sorry to hear that about your plans,” the clerk said, “but then you’re not the first person to ask that. Perhaps you’d like a tour of the castle,” the clerk suggested.
“I think we’ve already seen the castle.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure you have but this is a little something different. It’s a look at some of the areas of the castle that are more private by a guide who knows the castle very well. If you ask me, it’s worth it.”
“What do you think, Babe?”
Sally shrugged noncommitally. “I don’t know,” she said.
“What else do you got?”
“Normally, I’d suggest the shops but not in weather like this.”
Jack and Sally both nodded at that because they both understood. The castle’s courtyard had been turned into an outdoor shopping arcade and that was all well and good as long as the weather was dry but when it was like it was now ...
“What else?” Jack prompted.
“There’s always the library.”
“The library?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jack shook his head. “We didn’t come here to read a bunch of books. We could have done that back home.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir, but unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of options.”
Jack couldn’t help but growl as he turned to face his wife. “What do you think, Babe?”
“I suppose we could always take that tour thing,” Sally offered.
“You think so? It sounds boring to me.”
“Yeah, me too,” Sally agreed, “but come on. What are we going to do?”
Jack understood. They could explore the castle on their own ... which they’d already done ... or they could go hole up in the library ... or they could take the tour. Jack couldn’t help but sigh with resignation as he turned back to face the clerk. “I guess we’ll take the tour then.”
“Excellent,” the clerk said. “As it so happens, a tour just left but if you’ll just wait in the parlor, I’ll have someone come to collect you shortly.”
“The parlor?”
“Yes, sir. Just down the hall here on your left and as it so happens, some of our guests have chosen to play some board games in the parlor if that interests you.”
“Board games,” Jack muttered after the two of them had stepped away from the desk. “Really?! Is that the best they’ve got?”
“Jack?”
“Yeah, Babe.”
“We’re on vacation. Don’t go getting mad now, okay?”
“I got it, Babe. I got it.”
The young couple stepped into the parlor.
What Jack saw was people gathered around tables and board games. A couple of them looked up when the newcomers entered. A woman watching over one of the game player’s shoulders looked up and she nodded at the newcomers before once more looking back at the game being played.
That was what Jack saw but what Sally saw was something entirely different. What Sally saw was candlesticks.
As far as she could tell, the candlesticks were the same as the ones in their suite. They were long and silver and they were hard. Ooh, they were so hard and Sally thought and she could almost feel herself beginning to succumb to the urge to rush forward and to wrap her fingers around those candlesticks.
Stop it, she told herself. Get a grip on yourself.
But the candlesticks. She could feel them calling to her. She needed to ...
“Babe? Babe?”
Sally shook her head to clear it as she realized that Jack was talking to her. “W-what?”
“You looked preoccupied.”
“Did I?” Sally asked and yet even as she asked it, she couldn’t help but feel the candlesticks calling to her.
“Yeah, you did.”
“Well I wasn’t,” Sally said defensively.
“Maybe not but you looked that way.”
“Well I wasn’t.”
It hardly came as a surprise anymore when Sally found herself awake in the middle of the night and when she wondered what had woken her up, that was hardly a surprise either. It was the candlesticks of course.
She looked over at Jack. He was still fast asleep and that was just fine with her she thought as she slipped out from under the covers and made her way across the darkened room.
But as soon as she wrapped her fingers around the candlestick, all was light again and she was staring at the candlesticks in front of her.
“You know, a maid shouldn’t be afraid to do her duty,” the same voice that advised her before now told her.
What? No. She wasn’t a maid.
“Stroke it,” the voice told her.
Stroke it? No and yet even as she thought that, Sally could feel her hands stroking the candlesticks.
Just as before, just the act of stroking the candlesticks was enough to change them, to change them into big, thick, hard cocks.
“That’s it. Stroke them.”
She couldn’t help herself. She had to stroke them and the more she stroked them, the more she had to stroke them.
“You’re doing fine,” the unseen voice advised her. “Just stroke it.”
It would have been impossible to stop even if she had wanted to but the truth was she didn’t want to stop. She just kept stroking and stroking.
“That’s it. Stroke it.”
She was stroking it, she wanted to say.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job.”
Almost as if on cue to show her just how good a job she was doing, the two cocks she was stroking suddenly erupted and it wasn’t long before she had cum all over her hands.
“You did such a good job,” the voice behind her cooed. “You must be so very proud of yourself.”
She was proud of herself, she wanted to say.
“Pick them up,” her instructor told her.
Huh? What, she wanted to say but almost as soon as her unseen instructor had said that, the cocks transformed back into candlesticks.
“Pick them up,” her instructor said again.
Sally picked the candlesticks up.
“Take those over to the bed.”
Sally did as she was told to do and it didn’t make any difference that Jack was still there snoring in bed.
“I think you know what to do with those.”
Once more, the candlesticks had transformed themselves into, big, fat penises and yes, Sally did know what to do with those. She fed one of those into her pussy and the other one she put in her ass and almost as soon as those cocks were inside her, they started fucking her and it didn’t matter that there wasn’t a body attached to those cocks. What mattered was that they were fucking her.
“You know what to do.”
Indeed she did, she thought as her body writhed on the bed. She couldn’t help but moan as her body surrendered to those cocks. She should have been more concerned about what would happen if Jack woke up but the truth was it was getting harder to think about anything else except those cocks.
“You know what to do,” the voice said again.
Oh God. She’d never been fucked like this before. She was being used by those cocks and her body absolutely loved it.
“You know what to do,” the voice said yet again.
It wasn’t so much what she needed to do. It was what her body needed those cocks to do and what she needed was for those cocks to cum inside her. She needed those cocks to fill her up. She was so ready. She was so totally ready.
“You know what to do.”
Her body thrashed on the bed as those cocks fucked her. She was so close. She was so ...
She moaned as those cocks came inside her and even as those cocks came inside her, she could feel herself cum like she’d never cum before.
It was the last day of their vacation and Jack and Sally were getting ready for the trip home. “Jack, I need to pick up some gum for the flight home. Do you think they have a gift shop here?”
“You know, now that you mention it, I don’t think I saw one but I suppose you could ask at the front desk.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll go down and talk to them now.”
A short time later, Sally was stepping up to the front desk. “Good morning, Mrs. O’Reilly,” Robert said. “How can I help you?”
“I was looking to buy some gum for the flight home and I was wondering if you had a gift shop.”
“Gum, huh? Yes, I suppose I can help. Why don’t you follow me.”
Sally followed the hotel manager into a back office. The man took a seat and he motioned for Sally to do the same. “So I understand you want to be a parlor maid.”
What, Sally wanted to say. No. She’d come down here for gum. Hadn’t she? But being a parlor maid? That wasn’t what she wanted and yet instead of saying that, she said nothing at all.
“Of course if that’s what you want, you know you need to polish the candlesticks.”
Polish the candlesticks. Yes, she knew how to do that.
“You do know how to polish the candlestick?”
Yes of course she knew how to do that. She slid out of her chair and she came around the desk and she knelt in front of the hotel manager. She hadn’t known that he was wearing a kilt before but now it was just so convenient. All she had to do was to push the kilt up. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and so there was his cock right there in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“There you go,” the hotel man encouraged her.
Sally slid her mouth down around the man’s shaft. Mmm, she loved this. She loved to polish the candlestick.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. You just keep on doing that.”
She was going to keep doing it and she did keep on doing it right up to the point when the hotel man came in her mouth.
But of course she wasn’t done yet. Even after he’d finished cumming, she was stroking him to get him hard again.
And it was working, too.
“What do you want now, Mrs. O’Reilly?”
“I want to polish the candlestick. Please.”
“I’m still not sure what you want.”
Sally stood and she took down her jeans and then down went her panties and she turned around so Robert could get a look at her tight bottom and as she bent just a bit, she made sure Robert could see her finger as it worked its way between her legs. “Please,” she pleaded.
The man just sat there.
Sally worked a finger up inside her wet pussy. “Please,” she begged again.
The man was standing now and now Sally could feel his hand on her ass. God, that was hot.
He was pushing her down over his desk and Sally found herself holding her breath even as she wriggled her ass enticingly at the hotel man.
She didn’t have long to wait before it wasn’t his hand on her ass that she felt but instead it was his cock in her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as that cock started to fuck her.
Her pussy was so wet. This was how you polished the candlestick, she told herself and this was what she could keep on doing as soon as she assumed her new role as parlor maid.
She couldn’t help but love it. He was going so deep in to her just the way he was supposed to do.
He was stroking her faster and harder. Yes, Sally wanted to say. Yes. Do it.
Faster and harder and then the man groaned even as his cock stopped moving at all and as she felt his cock surge inside her, Sally couldn’t help but feel her pussy go even tighter around his cock.
“You know, I think you have exactly the sort of skills that we are looking for in a parlor maid. If you’d like to serve here, the position is yours.”
Sally couldn’t help but be elated. She’d always wanted to be a parlor maid, of course. Really, nothing else mattered. It was why she’d come here in the hopes of landing a position.
“Well?”
“I’d like that,” she said submissively. “I’d like the opportunity to serve.”
“That’s just what I was hoping to hear.”
It was some time later when Jack O’Reilly stepped up to the front desk. “Mr. O’Reilly,” Robert said. “How nice to see you. Are you checking out?”
“That’s right, I am.”
“Did you enjoy your stay with us here at Castle Macmillan?”
“I certainly did.”
“That’s good to hear. Maybe you’ll tell your friends about us when you get back home.”
“I’ll do that.”
“And of course, we’d love to have you back here yourself. Maybe next time, you can bring your wife.”
“My wife? You must have me confused with someone else. I don’t have a wife.”
“My apologies, sir. You’re right. I must have you confused with someone else.”
“Yep. I don’t have a wife. In fact, I’ve never been married but if I was, I might want to come back here for my honeymoon.”
“Well, sir, I’m sure we’d be glad to have the both of you when that time comes so please do keep us in mind when that time comes.”
“I will. I definitely will.”