An Erotic fantasy
copyright © Trisha Miller.
Arriving back at Bramblewood Hall, the naive yet resourceful Miss Pugh assists her new husband, Lord Masterson in testing out the latest family product: The Mark 3 Musically Activated Vibrating Knickers.
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It was with some trepidation I approached the forbidding visage of Bramblewood Hall on that bleak, winter day. Having finally advanced my station in this world, achieving all I once thought was impossible, I was surprised to discover my new situation was not all I imagined it might be. Indeed, had my new husband, Lord Masterson, not sat beside me in the carriage, exuding an air of genial confidence and affording me a look of all love and devotion, I would have trusted my instincts and fled. As I alighted from the carriage, behind Sir Rodger, the servants were all paraded before us for his perusal. Once familiar faces, were bent in servile obeisance, to my new station as Lady Masterson. Faces with which I had once shared a joke or kindly word in happier times, would not now even meet my glance. Only Dithers, our dear, crumbling old butler, seemed to acknowledge my presence as a person, although he now addressed me as M’Lady.
I was hoping that, upon our arrival, I might spend some time with my new husband, in further cerebration of our new matrimonial estate. However he had, apparently, pressing affairs in that great house to attend to. The flagship product of the family business: the Mark 3 version of the Musically Actuated, Vibrating Knickers, had encountered technical difficulties. After Sir Cedric’s unfortunate demise during product testing, the new knickers had been hurried into production with disastrous consequences. Indeed, several pairs of the said apparel had already been returned, accompanied by angry letters from rich, powerful and dissatisfied customers. As Sir Roger was of a sensitive disposition and took great pride in the quality of our great British product, such disparagement offended him deeply. Possessed with his characteristic purposeful zeal, no sooner had he been informed of the unfortunate news, than he bounded off towards the prototype testing laboratory to set things right, allay the impending scandal, and restore respectability to the Masterson name in English manufacturing circles. I rather felt disinclined to assist him, having been subjected to a somewhat alarming acquaintance with the Mark 2 version of the said product, in the company of the late Sir Cedric Masterson, which I rather doubt had been accidental. I therefore considered that any advice I might offer might be somewhat biased and that my darling Rodger alone was uniquely qualified to push back the boundaries of science in an objective manner. I also felt that it might be disloyal to mistrust him to in this delicate matter. Indeed, what kind of a marriage might we have if I could not even trust his loyalty in ordinary household affairs? It was therefore with some surprise that I received a request from the laboratory to assist him. Apparently, the housemaid, whose loyal assistance had previously proved so invaluable to the late Sir Cedrik, in the testing phase of product development, had been confined to bed with an unfortunate attack of nervous hysteria and was unable to offer any more of her advisory services. I was therefore summoned to the Library to assist Sir Rodger in his noble scientific endeavours.
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