I’ve mentioned before that I was a fan (at a tender age) of that famous Victorian erotic novel The Way Of A Man With A Maid. Of course, I’m not the only one — its fans are legion. Another of us turns out to be Zille Defeu, who writes about how it brightened a lonely summer when she was an innocent (ha!) teenager:
When I was about 17, I was stuck with my family in a vacation house over the summer. There were no friends around, and the locals my age had no desire to fraternize with a vacationer. So it was just me and my little sister, and we could get tired of each other’s company pretty fast.
But the house my parents had rented was full of bookshelves. So, being the bookwormy geek that I am, I settled down for a summer of reading other people’s books.
And then I found, innocently enough in a shelf with other random paperbacks, A Man with a Maid and that seriously effected the rest of my summer, which was then spent mostly in my room!
I didn’t have any sex toys, so I went looking around the house for some likely insertable, that no one would think was too strange if they found by my bed. Lo and behold, the table knives were these huge utensils, with sleek, rounded handles. They also curved nicely to one end, as if made to seek out a G-spot! So a knife was secreted by my bed, and I figured if Mom found it I could just tell her I’d been having a late-night snack, “And the knife just fell down there — I was wondering where it went! Couldn’t find it for the life of me!” (It would have been soooooo transparent, but happily my mother never found the furtive bed-side table knife!)
Just to give you a taste of what Zille and I both enjoyed so much, here’s the scene in which Jack whips Alice before plundering her booty, if you know what I mean and I’m real sure you do:
Bending over her, I gripped her shoulders. “You have just sworn that you would let me do to you anything I pleased, and that you would do anything I might tell you to do. In other words, that you would both actively and passively minister to my pleasures. I have given you your choice! If you prefer to be active, I will lie on my back and you can suck and excite me into spending. If you would rather be passive, you can lie on your face and I will bottom fuck you! Now which shall it be?”
“No, no, no!” she moaned in her distress. “I can’t do either. Really I can’t!”
Exasperated by her non-compliance, I determined to get by force what I wanted, and before she could guess my intentions, I had gripped her firmly ’round her body, then half-carried and half-dragged her to the piano duet stool, which also contained a hidden mechanism. I forced her onto it, face downwards, and in spite of her resistance, I soon fixed the straps to her wrists and ankles. I set the mechanism working, sitting on her in order to keep her in the proper position as she desperately fought to get loose. Cleverly managing the straps, I soon forced Alice into the desired position, flat on her face and astride the stool, her wrists and ankles being secured to the longitudinal wooden bars that maintained the rigidity of the couch.
Alice was now fixed in such a way that she could not raise her shoulders or bosom, but by straightening her legs, she could heave her bottom upwards a little. Her position was perfect for my purpose, and lustfully I gloated over the spectacle of her magnificent buttocks, her widely parted thighs affording me a view of both of her virgin orifices—both now at my disposal!
I passed my hands amorously over the glorious backside now at my mercy, pinching, patting, caressing, and stroking the glorious flesh; my hands wandered along her plump thighs, reveling in their smoothness and softness, Alice squirming and wriggling deliciously! Needless to say, her cunt was not neglected, my fingers tenderly and lovingly playing with it and causing her the most exquisitely irritating titillation.
After enjoying myself in this way for a few minutes and having thoroughly felt her bottom, I left her to herself for a moment while I went to a cupboard, Alice watching my movements intently. After rummaging about, I found what I sought, a riding whip of some curious soft substance, very springy and elastic, calculated to sting but not to mark the flesh. I was getting tired of having to use force on Alice to get what I wanted and considered it would be useful policy to make her learn the result of not fulfilling her promises. There is no better way to bring a girl to her senses than by whipping her soundly, naked if possible! And here was Alice, naked; fixed in the best possible position for a whipping!
As I turned towards her, whip in hand, she instantly guessed her fate and shrieked for mercy, struggling frantically to get loose. Deaf to her pitiful pleading, I placed myself in position to command her backside, raised the whip, and gave her a cut right across the fleshiest part! A fearful shriek broke from her! Without losing time, I administered another, and another, and another, Alice simply now yelling with the pain, and wriggling in a marvelous way, considering how tightly she was tied down. I had never before whipped a girl, although I had often read and been told of the delights of the operation to the operator, but the reality far surpassed my most vivid expectations! And the naked girl I was whipping was Alice, the object of my lust, the girl who had jilted me, the girl I was about to ravish!
Mad with exultation, I disregarded her agonized shrieks and cries. With cruel deliberation, I selected the tenderest parts of her bottom for my cuts, aiming sometimes at one luscious cheek, then the other, then across both, visiting the tender inside of her widely parted thighs! Her cries were music to my ear in my lustful frenzy, while her wiggles and squirms and the agitated plunging of her hips and buttocks enthralled my eyes. But soon, too soon, her strength began to fail her; her shrieks degenerated into inarticulate ejaculations! There was now little pleasure in continuing her punishment, so, most reluctantly, I ceased.
Soothingly I passed my right hand over Alice’s quivering bottom and stroked it caressingly, alleviating, in a wonderfully short time, the pain. In spite of the severity of the whipping she had received, she was not marked at all! Her flesh was like that of a baby, slightly pinker perhaps, but clean and fresh. As I tenderly restored her to ease, her trembling died away, her breath began to come more freely and normally, and soon she was herself again.
“Has the nonsense been whipped out of you, Alice?” I asked mockingly. She quivered, but did not answer.
“What, not yet?” I exclaimed, pretending to misunderstand her. “Must I give you another turn?” and I raised the whip as if to commence again.
“No, no!” she cried in genuine terror, “I’ll be good!”
“Then lie still and behave yourself,” I replied, throwing the whip away into a corner of the room.
From a drawer I took a pot of cold cream. Alice, who was fearsomely watching every movement of mine, cried in alarm: “Jack, what are you going to do to me? … Oh, tell me!”
My only response was to commence lubricating her arse-hole, during which operation she squirmed delightfully.
Placing myself full in her sight, I set to work anointing my rampant prick. “Guess, dear!” I said.
She guessed accurately! For a moment she was struck absolutely dumb with horror, then, struggling desperately to get free, she cried, “Oh! My God … no, Jack … no! You’ll kill me!”
“Don’t be alarmed,” I said quietly as I caressed her quivering buttocks. “Think a moment; larger things have come out than what is going in! Lie still, Alice, or I shall have to whip you!” Placing myself in position behind her, I leaned forward till the head of my prick rested against her arse-hole.
“My God!—no, no!” she shrieked, frantically wriggling her buttocks in an attempt to thwart me. But the contact of my prick with Alice’s flesh maddened me; thrusting fiercely forward, I, with very little difficulty, shoved my prick halfway up Alice’s bottom with apparently little or no pain to her; then falling on her, I clasped her in my arms and rammed myself well into her till I felt my balls against her and the cheeks of her bottom against my stomach!
My God! It was like heaven to me! Alice’s naked quivering body was closely pressed to mine! My prick was buried to its hairs in her bottom, reveling in the warmth of her interior! I shall never forget it! Prolonging my rapturous ecstasy, I rested motionless on her, my hands gripping and squeezing her palpitating breasts so conveniently placed for their delectation, my cheek against her averted face, listening to the inarticulate murmurs wrung unconsciously from her by the violence of her emotions and the unaccountably strange pleasure she was experiencing, and which she confessed to by meeting my suppressed shoves with spasmodic upward heavings of her bottom—oh! It was Paradise!