| Straight: BDSM: Huntress (1/3) |
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I was born to serve my Lord and Master it is what I was born to do. Like my father and his father before him. I do so with joy in my heart for nothing makes me happier then to know I have served my Master well. My Lord’s manor was the largest in the region, having amassed much wealth and power. He was even well respected and known among the other Lords of the country. It was late in the season and my Lord wanted me to check the fence line around the pastures, making sure there were no breaks and mend them before winter set in. I was glad to do this as this was also the time of the Hunt; when the other Lords and Ladies came from all over to participate in the fox hunt here at the manor. The commotion that went on at this time was incredible so I was glad to be tending to this job. The day was peaceful and the sun shone bright as I walked the fence line. I could hear the hounds in the distance as the hunt was now in progress. I daydreamed about the festivities that would ensue when the hunt was over and how the lucky one who gets the fox would be celebrated. It wasn’t long before I was shook from my dream as I heard the sound of the hounds coming closer, why I could even hear the thunder of the horse’s hoofs. I turned and could see the hunt pack across the field and they were headed right in my direction. The hounds had picked up the scent of the fox and were baying and howling as they ran ahead of the horsemen. As the pack grew closer I could see that my Master was leading the hunt. The dogs turned following the scent and were now heading in my direction, the huntsmen right behind them. The pack grew closer, the dogs now scrambling under the fence, barking and baying, the horses leaping over the fence right behind. There was one horse, every time the Lady tried to get him over the fence, the horse would rear up and refuse to make the jump. The rest of the pack was moving off quickly in hot pursuit of the fox. I offered to let her through a gate that was close by and she would still have time to catch up with the others. She looked at me her eyes sharp and piercing, “Yes, that will be fine,” was all she said. I began leading the horse to the gate, the Lady was surely of high breeding; her saddle was made of the finest leather, her clothes were not store bought but tailor made. She carried a riding crop, which had a bone handle, craved as only the finest artisans are capable of. Making small talk as to the mild weather we were having and how good that has been since it gave us extra time to bring in the crops before the winter. We made it to the gate in no time and she had not made a single sound the whole time, just riding behind me. As I went to open the gate for her to pass, she bade me to stop and dismounted her horse. She walked up to me, looking me down as she spoke, “You know your place servant, it is to serve; and I require that you serve |
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