Short Story: John Peters is worried about his future.

Dear Mistress Judith,

       I'm writing to you in despair. Having been given an opportunity by my new Mistress and Mr Wilcox I let them down badly. The first gathering of Mistresses friends I had served at and I got dizzy and dropped a tray of cucumber sandwiches. After helping her friends off with their hats, coats and stoles at the door I showed them into the drawing room. Each coat I removed revealed another beautiful blouse or dress made of some exotic or expensive fabric. I know cotton uniforms and dresses are the most I can hope for but I do dream of assisting you into such lovely garments when I return to the Manor as your maid. The sound of their skirts as they walked and mingled, The blended smell of all their perfumes. Their elaborate hair styles and confident aristocratic manner all combined to make me come over with a dizzy spell, drop the sandwiches and lose consciousness for a moment. I woke with my head cradled in the satin skirts of one fine lady as three more peered down at me. One had a fan and was blowing air on me. I struggled to my feet and apologized as I adjusted my skirts, re-fixed my head band and tried to clean up my mess. I was so ashamed as I heard My Mistress say that Wilcox had warned her. The other lady said she thought it very modern, having a "De-Maled" Nancy Boy as a Parlour Maid. When I returned to my room, I had to change my bloomers as I had also suffered a semen surge as I was passing out.

      Things had been going well. Mr Jenkins has been helping me with my control by buggering me slowly. He is encouraging me to practice my clench and roll. He says my goal should be to bring him to a finish without him having to move. While my old master concentrated on purging me of the silly notions, I used to have of maleness by aggressively filling me with his seed and explaining the difference between me and a man. Mr Jenkins is teaching me to please a man. My new master has already used me and said I had greatly improved. I glowed with pride when he said that.

     The shooting weekend went well as you know. I managed to sneak a peek at you through the upstairs banisters. You were holding Sir Charles's arm and I could almost feel your admiration for him as he led you into the ball room on the Saturday night. He looked so strong and handsome in his regimental uniform and your gown was so beautiful. I just wished it had been me that had dressed you for him. On the Sunday afternoon I had to give the beaters their incentive to show up early for the next shoot. Mr Granger was very nice and laid a blanket out in one of the stables to keep my uniform clean. He also put down a jug of water and glass for me. He led the first villager in. I was not quite prepared for the smell. Tramping around in the woods all day has its side effects. I must say that none of the villagers were as large and virile as the men on the estate. The larger ones did take a bit more work but I was happy to receive the reward. One fellow finished before I got him out of his pants and a couple were so small I wondered if perhaps like me they had been misled about their true sex. Mr Granger stopped it at ten and told the rest of the lineup it was only the earliest ten that received my favours. Mr Granger said I did very well and there would be no shortage of beaters for the next shoot.

     So, after feeling like I was making progress and I would be ready when you asked me to come back to the Manor and be your maid, I lose control of my sensibilities and embarrassed my Mistress. Mr Wilcox wants to see me first thing in the morning. If you do find some kind words for me, I hope they find me still here after the meeting.

You're ever loving but ashamed and embarrassed husband,

John

(Written by Tulips Love you lots.)

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Promotion

Journal Entry: 

I put my polishing rag into my bucket, wiped my hands on my apron, got up off my knees and followed Mr Wilcox to his office and stood in front of his desk. My stomach was in turmoil, to make matters worse  I had an urgent need to pee. 

He sat down on the other side of the desk. I felt those eyes drilling into me. He started to speak in that deep clear voice. He said that despite his misgivings the mistress had ask that I be made up to Parlour Maid. 

She has asked that, "You be freshly uniformed at all times and that your hands are gloved when not attending to her.' I know you have claimed to have filled in at this level at the manor, but I am skeptical. I know how clumsy and flustered you fairy boys get when in the presents of groups of accomplished women of stature. I do not want to hear any rattling China or spilt tea. You must concentrate on smooth graceful movements. Your actions reflect on the estate." 

"Do not let the mistress down." Keeping my eyes lowered, I curtsied and said, "Yes Mr. Wilcox."

Then he did what I was desperately hoping he would not. He pushed his chair back from his desk and taped his knee. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I said the words I knew he wanted to hear. 

"Oh, please Daddy can I please play with your happy sausage and make it squirt with joy." 

"Of course you can pumpkin," he replied smiling. 

I walk around to his side of the desk, sat on one knee and unbuttoned his monster's cave. 

It is so much bigger than anything I have had to deal with before. I held it in two hands as I massaged it until he finally orgasmed and flooded the front of my apron, after the third round of my lisping Baa Baa black sheep rendition. I had written to Mistress Judith about it but she had scolded me for questioning a superior's actions and reminded me that when attending to Mr Wilcox. I was literally, 'holding my career in my hands'. I cleaned him up with my mop hat. 

"Good Girl," he remarked.

I put him away and climbed off his lap. I held up the corners of my apron to contain the mess and keep it from soaking through too my dress as I stood to leave. He asked me to send Tilly to him if I saw her. Tilly was the Parlour Maid and a friend of mine. I used to practice my hair skills on her in the evening. She was in the corridor as I went to change my apron. I passed on the message. Later that day I saw her shaking people's hands, hugging and sobbing, she was in her overcoat with a small suitcase. She opened the servants entrance door looked me straight in the eye and just said, "Slut" as she left. I've never felt so ashamed....

(Written By: Tulips Fancy) 

Short Story: Constance's Letter Approves of John Peters Use

My Dear Judith,

.     Just a friendly note to acknowledge and recognize the wonderful work you did to train Peters. He is a wonder at soothing my bruised pleasure centres after Edward has satisfied his manly needs. Heavens, I sometimes think he is trying to drive his whole body into me. I can understand why you miss Peters talents. I understand there is a South American substance that can be rubbed into his lips to make them puffier. I will be looking into it and if true I can not wait to feel those pillow lips of his locked onto my Valva as he goes to work. Of course, Edward also enjoys Peters. When I'm unavailable in the bedroom or I am exhausted, my dear Edward makes full use of Peters mouth and rear passage. 

       I know Charles is having a lot of fun with Peters replacement, but that does not help you. If you can persuade him to move him on. Edward has contacts in the middle east. It is considered the height of sophistication to be able to offer visiting Bedouin, the use of a straight European man. A bit like our traditions. They also have far less restrictions on how long you can strap down your own property. If he is broken in, but not broken in spirit that can be considered more valuable. They like the thrill of the chase. 

    Charles could then move onto that cocky young blonde accountant that has just started in his office. Wouldn't you like to be hanging onto a couple of ribboned blonde pig tails as his pretty pink lips soothed your afterglow once he has been re-educated?

      I will be asking Wilcox to make Peters up to parlour maid. I need him in a clean uniform and with soft hands at all times. I never know when Edward will have an Urgent need and I want Peters to be ready to take a deposit or for clean up when needed. I know Wilcox will not be happy about it. He doesn't agree with giving Seed Suckers any sort of status. He doesn't think they handle stress very well and he does not think it reflects well on the estate. Peters has really worked hard on his appearance and if you didn't know him before you would never guess he was a fairy boy so I'm not necessarily concerned. Be well.

Your Sincere Friend,

Constance Baskerville

Countess of Stagmore 

    (Written by Tulips Fancy)

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Letter from His Wife....

Dear John,

  It's lovely to hear you are settling in on the Stagmore Estate. It's been a few months since I've had you to clean up Sir Charles's out pourings. I never appreciated your skill until you were gone. Sir Charles is having a lot of fun with your replacement. He was always really disappointed with you. He said your manliness was only skin deep and peeled away with a stern look. In contrast your replacement still needs to be held down after four months by two footmen for Sir Charles to make a deposit. Although I believe he has started too involuntary orgasm into the pink fairy soupy cup when Sir Charles lets fly with his hot jet. As you know there will be no going back for him now.  He will start to rationalize it in his head. Tell himself delusional little stories to make himself feel better, but as you know he will not orgasm again unless he is consuming meat and the natural juices that goes with it. I'm not sure he will ever make it in service. He seems far too rough. Maybe they will send him down to the docks to service the sailors when the ships come in.  

Billeting you with Jenkins must be a comfort to you. A girl needs the reassuring presents of a strong man lying next to her. All those years I had to put up with you taught me that. I gather the countess is pleased with your clean up skills and I must say I'm jealous.  I believe the Earl has now got your throat working properly and you will be entertaining the beaters after the shoot this weekend. That must be a great honour for you. I am so proud of you. Sir Charles never had the patients to teach you properly. I'm glad the Earl was able to spend those long evenings with you under his card table on poker nights. I'm sure going through the knees of all those stockings has been worth it.   

You're ever loving and now totally satisfied wife.

Mistress Judith.

     (Written by Tulip Fancy)