Bound Servitude: Kirklands Chapter Four

Warning this is rather suggestive.

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(Name) fixed her light blue garter belt and then smoothed her night dress over her body. She was to be heading to Master Scotland's room as soon as she was dressed to be waiting there for him when he got out of the bath she drew for him. As soon as her dress was in order the young servant hurried to her eldest master's room. She opened the door quietly and stepped inside hearing him getting out of the tub. She silently shut the door and lifted her night gown over her shoulders before climbing onto the Scots bed and laying there in a sensual way, not too tarty but still alluring.

The Scot walked into his bedroom a towel around his waist and one that he was using to dry his hair. He stopped dead at the sight before him. The (e/c), (h/c) young woman he had known for so long was laying on his bed, her hair spread around her head like a halo in a corset, panties and bra printed with his country's flag. She looked like an illusion; this vision couldn't be real…but she way laying before him. He was thrown back to that night when he was just a rebel-without-a-cause and she was laying below him in the sands. Those sentiments were silence by her words.

"I am at your command Master Scotland." She said in an innocent voice.

His brain was shutting down as the blood flowed down into another appendage and he walked over to the bed in autopilot and loomed above her.

"Ye look simply delectable…" he said in a husky voice, "I could just eat ye up."

The lust in his words and the intensity of his stare caused (Name's) face to blush darkly and she looked up at him and murmured, "Please do my Master."

He smirked down at her and began to place burning kisses along her neck until he reached her jaw and then kissed along that before pressing his lips to hers in a bruising, passionate kiss. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she couldn't hold back a moan. He tasted of Scotch and those cigars that he loved so much, to some it would seem a bothersome flavor in a kiss but it didn't bother her, she had come to accept and even embrace the different flavors that each of her masters had.

When the Scottish man broke their kiss he looked down at her with a look of pure sin, "Let's get this off shall we…" he said as he began to untie her corset.


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(Name) set the plates in the sink and began to run the water that morning, soon Master England would be setting off to pick up Master Ireland and she would be left alone with her Master Scotland. She was thinking about her current situation and ran a hand through her hair. This evening she would be spending with the Irishman, she knew that, and she also knew that both of her other masters would be wanting some private time with her.

To case that point the Scotsman that she had spent her evening with the night before came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Ye truly are a wonder (Name)…" he purred in her ear, "I d'not think that any other lass could make me feel all the things that ye do."

(Name's) face was aflame once more and she stammered out a thank you before he turned her around and pressed her into the counter his face in hers. There was lust in his eyes. 'Really?' she asked herself, 'This early in the morning?' the lustful nature of her masters still surprised her sometimes.

"Now, I not be asking ye t' do much for me this early…jus kiss me like ye did last night." He said and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss of fire.

She gasped and kissed him back as he pressed his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer by her hips rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. When the two parted he smirked at her.

"Tha's what I wanted." He said and kissed her once more before disappearing as England was heading their way, he could tell.

"Alright, I'm off to pick up Ian." The Brit said entering the kitchen.

"Have a safe drive Master England." (Name) said in a caring voice.

"I shall do my best, love." He said and approached her kissing her deeply before leaving, all that he had wanted to say was within that kiss.


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(Name) had just finished preparing the lunch for her soon to be three masters when she heard two car doors shut. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried out of the kitchen towards the door to open it, receiving a playful tap on the bottom from Master Scotland as she passed him, she blushed but smiled. She took a moment to compose herself before opening it for her two masters.

"Good afternoon Master England." She said as he rushed by her towards the restroom as usual, she suppressed her giggles as she smiled at the ginger haired Irishman who approached her, "Good Afternoon Master Ireland."

"Ah, it's great t' see ye." He said and pulled her into a tight embrace.

He stepped inside and shut the door and pulled her body against his, "You'll be comin to see me tonight right?" he asked against her lips.

"Aye, there isn't any place that I would rather be." She said and he kissed her.

They separated after a moment and she led him into the dining room where the others were waiting to begin their lunch. She hurried to retrieve it for them.


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As (Name) waited for the potato soup on the stove to boil she let her mind wander a bit, back to when she and Ireland had first been intimate. He had come home on a summer holiday from the private school he and all his brother's attended and saw her hanging laundry for his mother and the way her thin white dress looked on her, wet from the water she used in washing was clinging to her body, her long (h/c) braid loosened and shining in the sun. He couldn't help himself, though (Name) was completely unaware of this. She simply went about her chores and finished hanging the linens before picking the now empty laundry basket up and heading back towards the washing house.

Ireland had followed her and they had made love in the wash house, creating personal so called dirty laundry in the place where laundering took place.