Tamed By The Butler

Transcript

Morning, Mum. Are you not joining the rest of your family outside for croquet? Oh, you'd rather hang out with me? Okay.

Oh, I'm making some of the appetisers for later. The chef's not back in until this afternoon, so I was asked to help prepare these. No, cooking's well within my remit as a butler.

The apron? Well, I mean, it wouldn't do if I was walking around here with fire all over my suit, would it? No, actually, I'd really rather you didn't call me Mrs Doubtfire.

Well, I'm glad you've amused yourself with that one. So, is there any particular reason you're not out with your family? No, I'm not trying to get rid of you.

Quite so, Mum. I don't tell you what to do. Forgive my impertinence.

Mum, I must. .. Fuck the act.

What do you think you're doing, you little shit? Yes, of course I'm fucking talking to you. You know, the first few months I thought we got along okay, but this last week, you little fucking jibes and comments following me around the whole fucking house trying to make my job more difficult.

You know, I get that round here you're all entitled stuck-up rich cunts, but at least for the rest of your family, treat me with some modicum of fucking respect. As if it wasn't debasing enough to be a fucking servant in the 21st century. This is how you choose to conduct yourself.

You are first in line to inherit some of the most gratuitous wealth this country has ever fucking seen. And I genuinely feel sorry for anyone caught under the shadow of all that money when you're in charge. I don't know what's got into you this past week, but you cannot be fucking taking it out on me.

That's not right. I think I made an apology. What did you just say to me? No, you didn't just say sorry.

You just call me Daddy. So this was your plan, right? When you're flirting, and I mean outrageous fucking flirting, didn't work.

Because apparently I'm the only person in this room with any sense of propriety. You just decided to rile me up so that you could get some kind of fucking rise out of me. Because it gets you off? Is that it? Is being in trouble like this getting you all hot under the collar? Honestly, the way you've been acting, you could have just asked me.

I would have been very happy to dress you down like this. There you are again. You know I can read you like a fucking book.

The way you're fidgeting. You actually rubbing your thighs together. God's sake.

Okay, well. At least your ill-thought-out attempts to anger me aren't going to work anymore. Honestly, you're probably just going to amuse me from now on, because I know what it is you really want.

Oh, I don't, do I? Yeah, I'm sure I have no idea. There are layers to you, princess.

Complexities that I have yet to fucking imagine. You can't get out of this that easy. Tell me what you want, or I swear to fucking God you will never get out.

Sorry, one more time, a bit louder. You want me to fuck you like I hate you? It's a little trite.

But okay. I'm going to give you a second, allow you to reconsider. Because right now, in that tight dress, and with the way you've been acting, it's going to be really easy to do that for you.

So have a think. Don't beg. It's so unbecoming for a woman of your station.

So here's the deal. I'll fuck you like I hate you. I'll even let you call me daddy while you do it.

But there are a couple of conditions. One. Because I can already tell that you're the kind of girl who's going to say no, stop, and then look at me all confused as to why I've stopped.

We're going to need a safe word. Pick one. Good.

You're going to be able to remember that? Okay. And two.

No one can know about this. This stays between you and me. You don't want your reputation tarnished in this way, and neither do I.

Trust me, no family is going to want to hire a butler that's going to end up fucking one of them. So, as long as we're in agreement, we can begin. So fucking cocky.

Come here. Oh, I'm sorry, does that hurt? You do not like being dragged around by your hair? Tough fucking luck.

Get over the table. I don't suppose it's getting too real for you now, is it, princess? I think it's a fitting name, the way you lauded around this fucking place.

That's it, struggle against me. Go on, try and get away. Go on, I want to see you really try.

What are we going to do with all that fight? Let's talk about this dress, shall we? I mean, it's very short.

I don't think you were going out to play croquet with your family. Dressed like this, were you? Was this just for me? Oh, I'm so flattered.

That's very sweet. Let me just pull it up at the back here, and. ..

Oh, I think you know what I'm going to do. Did you think I was going to go easy on you? You're such a pretty gal.

But you gave me a very simple assignment. You wanted me to fuck you like I hate you. You wanted me to fuck you like I hate you.

Would you like some more? I'm afraid I'm going to make you ask for it. Beg me to spank you again.

Say please. Tell me that you've been bad. It's not a lie.

Oh, your legs are trembling. Are you okay? Is that all it takes? God, you really have had an easy go of it, haven't you? Maybe that's why you're so interested in being treated like this.

It's so far away from everything that you're used to, isn't it? Well, I'm happy to give you a crash course. Those legs are trembling again.

Are you going to cry about it? Are you? Because I can tell you, I've got a much fucking worse plan for you.

Because I can tell you, I've got a much fucking worse plan for you. You're still fucking smirking, aren't you? I'm going to have my work cut out for me getting that cockiness out of you.

But I swear, I will fucking do it if it's the last thing I do. Oh, you've really landed yourself in it, haven't you? Here, come here.

Stand up. Stand up. There we go.

Let's get this off you. We don't need these either. Or these.

Kick those stupid fucking heels across the room. Now. Oh, look at that.

You're getting so good at following instructions so quickly. You know, maybe we somehow ended up in each other's professions. I like the position I'm in right now, though.

You stripped fucking naked in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in here. How would you explain yourself then, huh? How would you explain to everyone that you've decided to strip off completely fucking naked in front of the butler?

Because I am 100% sure that at least some of them have noticed you looking at me like that. They're going to think this was your pathetic last-ditch attempt to fuck me. On your knees, now.

There we go. What the fuck do you think I'm doing? What the fuck do you think I'm doing? Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

What did you just say to me? What was that? Was it, I know how to suck a cock? Oh, sweetheart.

You know what I told you you know. And right now, all you know is that I'm asking you to stick out your tongue. And open wide.

There we go. Does my hand gripping your jaw make you feel just a little bit, I don't know, overwhelmed? Put upon? Honed, maybe? That's that.

Open nice and wide. Can you feel how I've got you now? The edge of the table's right behind your neck, so you can't move that slutty little mouth away from me, and I can fuck your throat however I want.

Oh, fuck. That's right. That's right.

Take it. Fuck. That's right.

That's right. Fuck. Take it.

Take my fucking cock down your throat. It's a much better use for your mouth, isn't it? And that fucking venom you're spewing.

What? What? Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe. What is it? What were you trying to say with a mouth full of cock? I'm gonna mess up your makeup, am I? We couldn't have that, could we? Sorry.

Now we don't have to worry about that. It's already fucked up. Open your mouth again.

Tongue out. There we go. Oh, fuck.

Fuck. I have to say, you do this really fucking well. You do.

How much practice have you had? Having your throat used as a cunt? Oh, fuck.

Look at me. Look at me while I fuck your throat. Look at me.

Fucking eye contact. Fuck, yes. Tell me.

Tell me how much practice you've had sucking cock. I don't care. You look so fucking weak for me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. This feels so fucking good using the mouth that's been winding me up this week. Fuck.

Fuck. I like you better like this, you know? Your makeup all smeared and fucking spit dripping from your mouth.

Yeah, you look like a perfect little fuck toy to me. Is that what you want to be? Do you want to be my little fuck toy? Yeah? Well, show me how much.

Put on a little show for me. Go on. You don't get my cock again until you entertain me.

So stay on your knees. I want you to play with that clit of yours. That's it.

That's it. Is it just so humiliating? Kneeling on the floor of the kitchen.

And the fucking butler of all people. Is making you fucking debase yourself for him. I don't think we're putting that mouth to good enough use.

I want you to suck on your fingers for me. I want to see what you were doing earlier, but from a distance. So, no being a fucking coward.

I want you to fuck your throat while you play with your cunt. Yes. Oh, fuck.

That's so fucking cute. Yes. Did I tell you you could look in my eyes? No, I want you to stare at the fucking cock that was just ramming against the back of your throat.

As I slowly stroke it in front of you. And I want you to think about all of the nasty things that I could do to you in here. I plan to do fucking all of them.

You're taking those fingers so fucking well in your throat. Rubbing that cute clit of yours. Oh, fuck.

That's so fucking hot. Yeah, it's a good show you've put on. And take those fingers out of your mouth.

Let me remind you what it's like to be fucked. Tongue out. If I have to ask you again, there will be trouble.

From now on, whenever my cock comes within a foot of your face, I want your tongue sticking out and your mouth open. Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.

Fucking take it down your throat, will you please? Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Fucking take it. Fucking take it.

This throat fucking belongs to me. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Fuck, yes.