Master of The Castle
Chapter 4 — French Maid
Jenny Dubois shifted nervously as she waited for her name to be called. If you didn’t count the trip to Mexico that her family had made when she was only eleven years old (and Jenny wasn’t counting that) then this was her first trip outside of the United States and she was loving every moment of it.
“How long do you think this is going to take?” she asked her husband.
Scott Dubois shook his head. “I dunno, Honey. I dunno.”
“That other line’s moving faster.”
“Yeah but that’s for UK residents.”
“Oh.”
Scott pressed his hand against Jenny’s. “don’t worry,” he told her. “It’s not like we’re on any schedule or anything like that.”
“I know but I just want to get there.”
“Me, too,” her husband agreed. “Me, too.”
“The line inched forward and Jenny and Scott moved the requisite steps forward.”
“Tell me again what were going to do again.”
“Well you know we’re renting a car so I thought we’d take some time and drive around—”
“And do some shopping, right?”
“Yeah, and do some shopping.”
“And we’ll do some sightseeing, too..”
“Cool, and the place where we’re staying, you say that’s a real castle, right?”
“It’s what it said in the brochures. You saw them.”
She had indeed. It was one of the things that had really excited her about this trip. Imagine staying in a real castle. Who knew who’d stayed there before. Who knew the history of the place. That was just so cool.
“Don’t worry, Honey,” Scott told her. “We’ll be out of here in no time.”
Jenny nodded. She really hadn’t been all that worried but it certainly was nice to hear Scott say that.
He was right, too. It took another fifteen minutes of waiting in line but finally, they’d made it to the front of the line and they were handing over their passports to the entry agent. He looked at the passports. He looked at them. “What is the purpose of your stay here?” he asked.
“We’re on vacation,” Scott said.
“Mm hmm. How long?”
“A week.”
“A week, huh?” The man looked at a computer screen and he closed the passports before handing them back to Scott and Jenny. “Enjoy your stay,” the man said, “and welcome to Scotland.”
Jenny and Scott quickly made their way to the rental car agency. “It’s weird,” Scott said once they were in the car.
“What is?”
“It’s weird having the steering wheel on the other side of the car like this.”
“You going to be okay with that?” Jenny asked.
“I’ll be fine, Honey. Don’t you worry about me.”
Even if she didn’t want to admit it, Jenny was a little worried. After all, it was just as strange for her to be sitting on the left side of the car and not have a steering wheel in front of her but Scott soon proved that she had no reason to fear and it wasn’t long before they were pulling up in front of a big castle.
The happy couple were laughing as they made their way into the castle. “Oh my God,” Jenny gushed. “Would you look at this place?”
“You like?” Scott asked with a smirk.
“I don’t just like it. I love it.”
“You mean it’s bigger than our apartment back home?”
“I mean it’s bigger than the whole apartment building we live in back home.”
“Yeah but it must be a monster to heat.”
“Oh you. You always have to keep thinking of the practical side,” Jenny said with a playful nudge.
“Sure I do but the more important thing is that even if it’s a bear to heat, at least we’re not the ones who have to pay the bills.”
“You got that right,” Jenny agreed.
“Good evening,” said the man at the front desk. “How are you this fine evening and are you checking in to stay with us?”
“We sure are,” Scott said brashly.
“Very good, sir. My name’s Robert and I’ll be happy to take care of you and as it so happens, I am the owner of this establishment.”
“You are?” Jenny said.
“I am or rather my family is but as I’m the head of my clan, I’m also the owner.”
“And you work here?”
The man behind the desk laughed boisterously. “I see that shocks you that someone in my position might also be a worker here as well but it’s rather cost efficient for me to be here and you know what they say about us Scots. We are nothing if not frugal and besides, I like working here. I like being the first person that a guest meets and I like answering any questions that our guests might have and I especially like taking care of the lovely women who come into my establishment.”
Jenny couldn’t help but feel uneasy with what Robert had just said. It was that last part about taking care of the women that gave her the chills. There was little doubt from the way he was looking at her that he was including her in that group and while that was flattering, there was just something about the way he said it that made Jenny wonder what he meant when he said “taking care.”
“Would you look at this room,” Jenny said when the couple finally arrived at their room.
“You like it?” Scott asked proudly.
“Like it? I love it.”
“Good. I’m glad. Why don’t we get unpacked and then we can do some looking around.”
“That sounds like a great idea, Scott.”
It was a great idea but it didn’t take long for Jenny to find what was hanging in her closet. “Scott, would you look at this.”
“What’s that, Honey?”
“It looks like a dress or something but it’s kind of short.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“No wait,” Jenny said. “I know what this is,” and it wasn’t long before she was on the phone.
“Front desk. Can I help you?”
“Yes,” Jenny said. “There’s a maids uniform here in my closet.”
“A what?”
“A maids uniform. It’s in my closet.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” said the clerk at the front desk.
Jenny was starting to get just a little bit exasperated. “A maids uniform,” she said again. “You know. Short, black, dress. Little white apron.”
“I don’t think that’s ours,” said the clerk at the front desk.
“I didn’t say it was. Obviously, whoever rented this room before my husband and me brought it here for a little bit of fun and when they left, they must have forgotten and left it behind but it’s not mine so I want it out of here.”
“Oh, I see now. I’ll send someone right up and I do apologize for the inconvenience.”
“That’s quite all right. I know it’s not yours,” Jenny said. “I just want it out of here, okay?”
“We’ll take care of that right away,” the clerk assured her.
“Thanks.”
It was a while later when Scott and Jenny returned to their room after finishing their explorations and the maids uniform was still there. That was a bit annoying and Jenny told Scott that. “Maybe I should call down again to the front desk,” she said.
“Oh, leave it. I’m sure they’ll get to it soon enough.”
Jenny sighed to herself. Scott just didn’t get it. The uniform was in HER closet. If she just let it be, then it would take up her space and if someone came up to get it and they weren’t there and if they looked in her closet and saw only her clothes, wouldn’t they erroneously assume that the problem had already been taken care of?
Men. Sometimes they could be so dense.
But Jenny hung her clothes up anyway making sure that as she did it, if anyone did look inside her closet, they couldn’t help but see the maids uniform hanging there.
The next morning, Jenny woke up before Scott. That was hardly a surprise. Oh on days when he had to go to work, he was always up first but on days when he could afford to sleep in, well on those days, he really did like to sleep in and besides, even if he didn’t say anything, after the long trip, she could see how he might be tired.
She, on the other hand, she had to pee and pee trumped tired every day of the week.
She crept to the bathroom so as not to wake her husband and not soon after, she was back out again. For a moment, she thought she’d slip back in bed with her husband but honestly, she wasn’t all that tired anymore and that’s when her eyes drifted over to the closet.
She’d been annoyed when she’d found the maids costume hanging there and she’d been even more annoyed when after saying they’d do it, the front desk hadn’t sent someone up to retrieve it. She knew the costume was still there, shoved off into a corner but definitely still there and she couldn’t help but wonder.
She glanced over at her husband but he was still asleep. She couldn’t help but wonder. She crept back to the closet and then once more she glanced back at her husband. It wouldn’t do to have him see her in something like that not that she didn’t want him seeing her in something like that but she didn’t want him getting any ideas and with that, she grabbed the costume and she darted into the bathroom.
It might have been just a costume, Jenny thought, but all it took was one look to realize that if it was a costume, it wasn’t a cheap one. The material was a fine satin that just felt so silky smooth to her touch and as flimsy as it might have looked, the stitching showed that it was anything but flimsy. Whoever had made this had made it well.
Jenny slipped off the pajamas that she’d worn to bed and then after a moments thought, she slipped off her underwear as well because really, if what she really wanted was to get a true feel for what the costume was, it seemed as if she was going to have to start from nothing.
She let the costume fall and then she was pulling it up around her legs and she shivered at the feel of it. It was so smooth.
Higher she pulled. Higher it came where it was snug around her waist and then higher still.
She was just about to pull the costume the rest of the way up when she heard something. A quick peek out into the bathroom saw her husband stirring in their bed and Jenny quickly lowered the costume. It was silly, really, she told herself. It was silly to even think of putting it on she thought as she slipped her pajamas back into place. Come morning, she was really going to have to call down to the front desk and give them a piece of her mind.
The next morning, Jenny put in a call to the front desk. “There’s still a maid’s uniform in my closet,” she told the person who answered the phone.
“Pardon me?”
“I said there’s still a maid’s uniform in my closet,” Jenny said. “I called down yesterday and you said you’d send someone up to collect it. Well, you didn’t send anyone up. It’s still there.”
“I see,” said the man at the front desk. “Please accept our most sincere apologies. We’ll send someone up right away.”
“Thank you.”
That day, Scott and Jenny just got in the car and drove. There wasn’t any plan or itinerary. They just drove and when they found someplace they wanted to stop, they stopped, and then they’d get in the car and they’d drive again.
It was almost dark by the time they returned to the castle. They had dinner in the banquet hall and then they returned to their room and that’s when Jenny saw it. The maids uniform was still in her closet.
She sighed at the sight of it. She even thought about calling down to the front desk but as late as it was, what would be the point. Better to wait until morning instead.
That night, Jenny was once more roused out of her slumbers. What was it, she wondered. What had woken her up?
Whatever it was, there didn’t seem to be anything amiss. Better just to roll over and go back to sleep, she told herself.
But sleep didn’t seem to come. As much as she tried to ignore it, Jenny had the feeling that there was a reason for her to get up.
Fine. Just fine. She’d get up but she wasn’t happy about it.
Almost from the moment she’d slid out from under her covers, her gaze turned towards her closet. She wondered. Heck, as long as she had to be up, she might as well do something. She gave Scott a quick look but he was still blissfully unaware. What would it hurt, she told herself. She grabbed the French maids costume and she silently made her way into the bathroom.
Once again, Jenny let the uniform fall to her feet. Once again she shivered at the feel of it as she pulled it higher. She had to wriggle her body to get it into place but then finally there it was. She reached behind her and she zipped it up and then she slipped the apron into place.
It was amazing, she thought. She’d never thought that her breasts were that big before.
She couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. It must have been the costume. That had to be it. It had to be pushing her breasts up but there was little doubt about it that her breasts were now on display.
The sound of movement from the other room finally snapped Jenny out of her reverie. What the hell was the matter with her, the girl asked herself. How long had she been staring at herself in the mirror?
Guiltily, she removed the costume and she put it back on the hanger. She really was going to have to give someone a piece of her mind, she thought as she crept back into the bedroom.
She hung the costume back in the closet even as she watched Scott. He wasn’t really awake and that was a good thing, she thought as she crept over to the bed. She pulled the covers aside and she crept back into bed.
“Babe?”
Fuck, he was awake. “Oui, oui, Monsieur.”
“What did you just say to me?”
“What?”
“It sounded like you just said oui, oui, Monsieur.”
“Go on. Get serious. Why would I say something like that?”
Scott held up his hands as if to try and placate his wife. “Hey, don’t blame me,” he said. “I’m just telling you what I heard.”
“Well you heard wrong,” Jenny said irritably.
“I said I was sorry.”
It was only then that Jenny realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. She’d taken them off when she’d tried the costume on because they just hadn’t seemed right. Maybe a little black thong or better yet a g-string, that is if one wore underwear at all, but not white, cotton panties and in her haste to get the uniform back into the closet, she’d neglected to put her panties back on but she was feeling it now. “Scott?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“Can you fuck me?”
“What?”
“Can you fuck me? Can you fuck me, please?”
Scott grinned at that. “Sure, Babe. Whatever you want.”
Jenny rolled over onto her back and she let her fingers slide between her legs. Damn, she was so wet but then she pulled her fingers away because Scott was there and she wanted him in her pussy more than she wanted her fingers there.
“Damn, Babe,” Scott said even as he entered her.
Damn was right. She was so wet and Scott’s cock was so big. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed this.
She wondered how the maid in the mirror would have handled something like this.
Where the hell had that thought come from? “Oh, Scott, yes,” she moaned.
Where the hell had that thought come from, she asked herself again. The girl she’d seen in the mirror was a caricature. She had nothing to do with her. She’d probably be moaning lustfully while Monsieur fucked her hungry, little pussy and she’d beg Monsieur to give her more, more, more and of course she’d cum when Monsieur did because it was only right for that to happen.
Just like her.
What? No. That wasn’t right. She wasn’t anything like the girl in the mirror but in the next instant, Scott was cumming and she forgot all about the girl in the mirror because she was cumming, too.
The castle wasn’t exactly on the coast but according to the staff, the coast wasn’t all that far away either. Someone gave Scott a map and the next day, he and Jenny decided to go see the coast.
“Rugged coastline,” Scott observed.
Jenny laughed. “Somehow, I don’t think I would have expected anything less.”
Scott laughed, too. “You know what, Babe. You’re right. Should we keep on going?”
“Yes, let’s.”
Another day was gone and Jenny was tired as she and Scott once more went off to sleep.
It was almost as if the uniform was calling to her now and it wasn’t as novel as it once had been before. Jenny looked over at Scott. He was still asleep. What would it harm if she went and tried the uniform on again?
Once more, she took the uniform into the bathroom with her and once more, she pulled the uniform up round her legs. It certainly did make her breasts look bigger, she thought, but she liked it.
There were other pieces, she noticed. There was for example a little white, lace choker. She picked that up and put it on.
Odd, she thought as she examined herself in the mirror. She’d never thought of her neck as sexy but somehow, someway, it looked that way now. She turned a bit. God, the dress sure was short. If she bent over at all, she’d be flashing someone for sure.
Not that that was necessarily a bad thing.
Wait a minute. Where had that come from?
Her fingers toyed with the choker and that’s when she heard Scott stirring in the next room over. She quickly stripped off the clothes. It wouldn’t do to have him see her wearing this. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.
She’d barely had enough time to slip into bed when he was turning over. “Babe is that you?”
“Bien sur.”
“Huh?”
“I said of course eet ees. You were as they say, expecting someone else?”
“No, but.” That was as far as Scott got because suddenly there was Jenny with her hands on his pajamas. “Babe?”
“Je veux sucer cela. Je veux gouter votre sperme.”
“Babe? What’d you say?”
“What?”
“I didn’t understand you. What did you say?”
Jenny was already peeling back Scott’s pajama bottoms. Her hand stroked the ridge that she found in his underwear. God, that was hot. She pulled his underwear down and then she was wrapping her hand around his cock. “I said I wanted to suck this,” she said. “What did you think I said?”
Scott seemed to consider that and then he shook his head. “Nothing,” he said.
“That’s what I thought you said,” Jenny said even as her hand continued to stroke Scott’s cock. She really did want to suck his cock. It really wasn’t something she liked to do but this time for some reason, it just felt right. She slid lower even as her hand continued to slowly stroke his member and then after a look up at him, she slid her mouth down over his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Scott groaned.
Jenny didn’t even bother to ask herself just why it was that she had the thought she had but even as she sucked on Scott’s cock, she couldn’t help but think of herself in the mirror, of her in the maid’s uniform, of her with her breasts on display, of the choker around her pretty neck ...
Choker, now that’s what she had, she thought as she sucked that cock. This was the real choker.
“Oh fuck,” Scott groaned again.
Wouldn’t it be good to have him cum in her mouth? She wouldn’t mind choking on that.
Or better yet, she could suck him and suck him and at just the right moment he could cum all over her tits. Mmm yeah. That would be good.
“Fuck,” Scott groaned.
He was ready. Just a few strokes more. Just a few more and she was sliding him out of her mouth and sliding her breasts around his cock.
“Fuck,” Scott groaned yet again but already he was doing. His cock was cumming all over her tits.
“Fuck babe,” he said when he was done. “Fuck. You never did that before.”
“What? You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said you hadn’t ever done that before.”
“Well if you don’t want me to do it again—”
“No! I didn’t say that.”
“Good. I’m glad you didn’t.”
“That was ... that was ... that was wow!”
“I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“By all means you should.”
“So what do you want to do today?”
“I was thinking maybe we could do some hiking around.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. A lot of the land around here is rather rugged but it sounds like fun.”
Jenny gave Scott a kiss. “You’re right,” she said. “It does sound like fun but if we’re going to do that, I think first I need to go get myself washed up before we go.”
And that was in fact what Scott and Jenny ended up doing. They found a town that wasn’t all that far away from the castle which Scott surmised probably made sense. After all, back in the day when the castle was more than just a hotel, it was where one would go for protection unless of course it was troops from the castle that were the oppressors.
Scott and Jenny lunched in a tavern before moving on down the road but by the time they returned back to the castle, they were both rather worn out.
Jenny wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep before she came awake but what she was certain of was that it was still dark outside.
Damn jet lag, she told herself. That’s all that was and yet as much as she tried, she didn’t seem to be able to get herself back to sleep so reluctantly, she pulled herself out of bed.
Even in the darkened room, she could feel something drawing her forward and it wasn’t long before she knew where she was going. She reached into the closet and pulled out the maid’s uniform inside.
She didn’t want to exactly take the uniform with her into the bathroom. After all, why should she? Wouldn’t it just be better to drop her clothes right there in the bedroom and try the uniform on there?
But Scott might see her, she admonished herself.
And so what if he did?
Stop it, she told herself. Just stop it and she was just about to take the uniform into the bathroom when she noticed something else. It was a box. Funny, she thought, that she hadn’t noticed it before. She looked in the box and when she saw what was inside, she took both the costume and the box into the bathroom with her.
She didn’t even question what she was doing anymore. It just felt so right to get out of the clothes she’d been wearing and to pull the uniform up around her body. She reveled in the feel of the satin dress and the way it felt around her. She loved the way the dress just seemed to put her breasts on display.
She fastened the choker around her neck and she opened the box. The heels had to be at least five inches high, she told herself. Ordinarily, she might have worried about heels that were that high but she just knew that these were just perfect for her.
The last piece of the costume was a headpiece. It didn’t look like much but Jenny knew she wouldn’t be completely dressed without it so she put it on.
Almost as soon as she did, it was almost as if she felt something oozing down from the headpiece and it wasn’t just going around her head. It was going through her head. It felt so very, very cold. It literally felt mind numbingly cold.
She wasn’t sure just how long the cold lasted but it couldn’t have been long and as quickly as it had come upon her, it passed.
She walked back into the bedroom and she pulled the covers back.
Monsieur was awake or had he always been that way. She just wasn’t sure but then did it really matter one way or the other. “Monsieur, vous etes si grand.”
“What’s that?”
“I say Monsieur, he ees so big. I say I want to ride Monsieur. I say I want to feel him inside me.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Je ne plaisante pas. J’ai besoin de toi dans moi,” she said as she fished his cock out of his pajamas.
“Fuck.”
“You see I am not as you say it, kidding,” Jenny said as she straddled the man.
“Fuck.”
She didn’t even think on how it was a good thing that the uniform hadn’t one with a pair of panties or how panties would have gotten in the way of what she was now doing or even how wet her pussy now was. She didn’t think about anything other than how good it felt to have the man’s cock inside her.
“Fuck,” Scott said yet again.
That was what she was doing as her pussy rode that cock up and down. Mister was so big and she was so wet and tight.
“Oh fuck.”
The mister liked this but then of course he did. He liked having her ride his cock.
“I’m going to cum.”
Cum, she thought. What was cum? She didn’t know this word. Sometimes English was so hard for her.
The man groaned as his cock surged.
Maybe that was what this “cumm” was. She was going to have to remember that word. If what mister was doing to her was cumming, then she liked it very much.
The next morning, Jenny woke up wearing the same pajamas that she’d worn to bed the night before. Had it really happened, she asked herself. It had all felt so real but had it really happened?
It was getting time to leave and as Jenny packed her things up, she once more noticed the French maid’s costume there in her closet. The front desk never had gotten around to sending someone up to collect it but in a weird way, she was kind of glad that they hadn’t. There was something about the uniform that she found oddly comforting.
That was ridiculous, of course. Even more ridiculous was that now that she’d seen it again, she was toying with the thought of just putting it in her bag and taking it with her. Totally ridiculous of course, but she wanted it.
But it wasn’t hers.
But obviously whoever did own it didn’t care enough about it to ask someone to retrieve it for them.
Or maybe they were just too embarrassed.
It didn’t matter really. What mattered was that she wanted it.
It wouldn’t be that hard. Scott wasn’t even in the room. All she’d have to do would be to slip it in her suitcase only ...
She ran her and over the fabric. Only there was something she wanted to do first and again, who would know what she did. She quickly slipped off her own clothes and then she was pulling the satin dress up around her body.
God, she loved the way the dress almost seemed to form fit itself to her body.
She put the choker on and then the headpiece and finally the heels and she looked at herself in the mirror. God, look at her. She was so sexy. God, she just had to have it.
There was just one piece left. It was the feather duster. Jenny picked it up and again, she looked at herself in the mirror. “Oui, oui, Monsieur,” she said.
With those words, something just clicked inside her. She wasn’t wearing a costume anymore. What she was wearing was her clothes, her real clothes, her only clothes. It wouldn’t make sense for her to wear anything else.
She never heard the door to the room open. “My, my, my,” she heard a man’s voice say. “What have we here?”
She whirled to find the hotel manager standing behind her.
“It looks like someone wants to be a French maid.”
“But of course, I am, as you say it, zee French maid.”
Robert smiled. “And I suppose that means you speak French.”
“Naturellement je parle francais. Il est anglais j’ont un probleme avec.”
“Pardon me.”
“I said of course I speek French. Eet ees Eenglish that I have trouble speekink.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think you do just fine. What is your name, by the way?”
“Genevieve.”
“Well, Genevieve, as I said, I think you do just fine but as I said, I have a feeling that as good as you look, people may be very willing to overlook any linguistic shortcomings that you might have.”
Genevieve giggled. “Oh, Monsieur, you are too kind.”
“Not at all. In fact, I think we might be interested in having a French maid around here, that is if you’re interested in the job.”
“Oui, oui. I am as you say eenterested.”
“I suppose we’ll have to see about that.”
“Monsieur?”
“Come here, please.”
Genevieve of course came as requested.
“Turn around and bend over, please.”
Again, the maid did as she was told to do.
Robert slid his hand up under the maid’s dress where his hand found her bare bottom. “I see you’re not wearing panties,” he observed.
“You weesh me to wear panties?”
“No, not at all,” Robert said, “because if you were wearing panties, then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“Oh, Monsieur,” the girl gushed as she felt Robert’s finger first work it’s way along her pussy before it then pushed its way up inside her.
“You’re wet.”
“Oui, oui, Monsieur. I eem very wet,” the girl moaned.
“Then I imagine you wouldn’t mind it if I did something like this.”
“Oh, Monsieur,” the girl moaned as Robert substituted his cock for his finger in her pussy.
“Yes?”
“You fuck me so good.”
“That’s nothing,” Robert assured her. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re going to feel when I cum in that tight, little pussy of yours. You do want that, don’t you?”
“Oui, oui, Monsieur. I want it verry much. I want you to cum in my leetle pussy.”
“We’ll, if that’s what you want then far be it from me to keep you from getting exactly that,” and the manager groaned as his cock surged inside the maid’s tiny, little pussy.
“Oh, Monsieur,” the maid gushed even as her pussy got even tighter around Robert’s embedded cock. “You are so good to me.”
“It’s my job to make sure the staff is taken care of.”
“Oh, merci, Monsieur. You do that verry well.”
“I think it’s time for you to run along now.”
“I will, Monsieur.”
“And remember, it’s your job to service our foreign guests.”
“I will, Monsieur. I will service them very good.”
“I’m sure you will,” Robert said with a smile. “I’m sure you will.”
It was some time later when Scott made his way down to the front desk and when he did, Robert was there to greet him. “Are you checking out, sir?”
“I am.”
“Excellent and did you enjoy your stay here with us?”
“I did.”
“Excellent. Then I hope we’ll be seeing you back here real soon.”
“I hope so too,” and with that, Scott was gone.