Date: Tue, 10 May 2016 22:19:33 -0400
From: Sash STEELE <sashadsteele@gmail.com>
Subject: Victorian Secrets (part six) by Sasha Steele

Victorian Secrets (part six)
Dorian Revisits The Woodcutter
by Sasha Steele

   After a leisurely breakfast Dorian's valets prepared him for a late
morning ride as Dorian was oft wont to do. They bathed and dried him,
powdered their master's soft emasculate body with lustrous pearl powder and
aromatic perfumes from abroad. Fixed his long black trusses into a braid
tethered at the nap of his neck with a black satin bow. Applied cosmetics
to his face - embellishment to his contoured brow, wax pastes, dark eye
enhancements and red lip paint.

   They dressed their effeminate master in exquisite androgenic
underclothing. The silk camisole fit tight Dorian's gentle contours. As
were the matching silk pantalettes. The camisole was sleeveless with a mid
neckline and short waist. The pantalettes had a high waist. Their legs
terminated at mid thigh. There was elegant lace detailing upon both - on
the camisole where the neck line formed a V and a delta shaped patch at the
waist sides, and on the pantalettes at the wide waist band and hem of the
leg bottoms.

   A boned and ribbed satin riding corset was fitted over the camisole and
pantalettes to lend support whilst ridding. It was drawn taunt to Dorian's
soft midsection with ribbon cross ties in back.  Dorian's legs were clad in
glossy white hosiery.  The tight fitting stockings terminated on Dorian's
thighs just below lace ends of his pantalettes. The stockings were held in
place with snug silk ribbon garters.

   His glistening white blouse was tight fitted and done up in back with
pearl latches. The blouse collar a military style band with a silk cravat
folded into a diamond shape tied with a ribbon bow in back. The blouse's
short tail terminated upon the waist band of his tight riding
breeches. Dorian's riding costume was a Royal blue velvet. The breeches
terminated below the knee. The coat bodice fit snug Dorian's torso and
buttoned high on his chest. The flaring coat tail was shorter in front than
in the back where loose pleats covered not three quarters of Dorian's lush
rounded backside.

   The black polished riding boots were tight fitted in foot ankle and
calf. They rose higher in front, where there were attached knee pads, than
in back. The ridding boots laced up in back from the ankles to tops. And
they had stubby four inch high heels designed to grip the stirrups as
Dorian rode.

   Dorian brought his great white stead to a trot leading up to the front
of the woodcutter's stone cottage. He reigned him in and shouted to the
open door. "Woodcutter. Your assistance." There was no immediate
response. "Woodcutter."  Dorian shouted once more with a growing annoyance.

  The woodcutter emerged into view from the rear of the cottage. "Yes My
Lord."

  "Assist my dismount," Dorian charged him. "Quickly man," he added with
impatience. "I have need to relieve myself."

   "Your servant my Lord."

   The woodcutter took hold the bridle's headstall cheek piece and led
Dorian's horse over to a small wooden mounting platform. Stepped up onto it
and assisted the pampered young Lord to dismount the mighty
stallion. Dorian drew his left leg over and allowed the woodcutter to use
his powerful arms to gather him up in order to arrest the descent down onto
the mounting platform. Dorian handed the woodcutter the reigns. Walked down
the few short steps to the ground and waited while the woodcutter tethered
his horse.

   Dorian's left hand was set upon his crotch gently gripping his
genitalia. His legs were pressed together. Dorian's need to relieve himself
had escalated to the point where several spurts had inadvertently been
released into the penis pouch of his pantalletes as he had lifted his leg
to draw it across the horse's back. The need to empty his bladder had now
become a matter of some urgency. Dorian knew that, of necessity, he would
be wont to relieve himself through his elegant clothing. That was quite
alright but still he quashed its emanate release and waited until the
woodcutter returned to him in order that the man may bare witness to the
act.

   The enamored woodcutter looked on lustfully as the dandy androgenic Lord
crouched in a shallow squat with his thighs spread and hands on
knees. Dorian bent to watch himself urinate. Presently the penis pouch of
his glistening white riding breaches saturated. Dorian bore down and soon a
stream burst through the material and poured into the growing puddle that
had formed on the ground beneath him.

   Dorian looked up to the woodcutter who was intent on watching the young
Lord miticurate in his riding breeches. Dorian saw the rise of the
woodcutter's cock in the crotch of his plain-spun britches and he
smiled. Yes woodcutter, Dorian thought, you desire me now as you desired me
before and so shall you have me. Or shall I say, this time it is I whom
shall have you.  Having fully emptied his bladder Dorian arose from the
squatted position he had assumed. Turned and walked toward the woodcutter's
stone cottage.

   "Come woodcutter," he said over his shoulder. "I have need to move my
bowels."

   The woodcutter followed.

   Dorian removed his black riding cap and gloves, handed them to the
woodcutter along with his riding crop. The woodcutter placed those three
items on the bed.

   "My coat then," Dorian instructed.

   The woodcutter undid the long row of closely spaced buttons to open
Dorian's blue velvet frock coat. He took notice that his Lordship's cock in
full erection pushed forth as though a tent pole had been erected in the
soaking wet penis pouch of Dorian's white ridding breeches. Dorian turned
his back to the woodcutter.  Allowed him to remove the frock coat from his
shoulders so that the young Lord might slip out of it. The woodcutter
placed that on the bed as well.

   "Unlace my breeches and take them down," Dorian instructed, his back
still turned.

   The woodcutter did as he was bid.

   "Loosen the drawstring to my corset and take down my pantalettes.
Quickly now. My need is great."

   The woodcutter loosed the ribbon drawstring to loosen Dorian's corset so
that he may withdraw his master's pantalettes from beneath it. Dorian's
round backside appeared before him and the woodcutter's stiff member
throbbed.  Dorian took hold the crossbar at the foot of the bed as he
assumed a bent position with his legs spread. The woodcutter heard Dorian
make a low guttural sound as the young Lord brought pressure to bare on his
bowels.

   "Something to catch it with if you please woodcutter," Dorian said,
followed by another grunt.

   The woodcutter held a plate beneath the young Lord's beautiful backside
as a hardened turd appeared. Then, with more efforts, it dropped with a
slight thud onto the plate. Dorian stood and turned to face the woodcutter.
Took him by the shoulders, drew the brawny man to himself and kissed his
lips whilst he pressed his hard naked cock into the woodcutters hard cock,
clothed still, as it was, in his earthen britches.

   "I'll have you naked woodcutter," Dorian said.

   The woodcutter removed his clothing to once again find himself in the
young Lord's embrace. This time, his brutish, large thick, stone-hard cock
pressed against the young Lord's hairless effeminate-like erection. Dorian
broke the embrace as he sank down upon the knee pads of his high riding
boots. As he sank to his knees Dorian's lustful brown eyes never broke
contact with those of the woodcutter's.

   Dorian took the woodcutter's cock fully into his moistened mouth. He
moved his head allowing the woodcutter's cock to slide slowly back and
fourth along his tongue. He clamped his lips to it, gently gripping the
shaft so as to induce friction as it slipped along. That caused the
woodcutter to moan. Dorian grasped the woodcutter's muscular backside
pressuring him in to his own face whilst simultaneously pushing his mouth
into the woodcutter's pubis.

  The woodcutters cock pressured the back of Dorian's throat. His large
full scrotum pressed against Dorian's chin. Dorian smelled the musk in the
woodcutter's pubis hair. Dorian brought his head back then pressed forth
again and again. The woodcutter, in the throws of lust versus proper
decorum didn't know what to do with his hands. Dorian aided him by taking
hold to bring them to his head inducing the woodcutter to grasp hold of
him.

   The woodcutter undulated his hips as to have sexual intercourse with the
young Lord by way of his mouth. His thrusts became more powerful and with a
quickened pace. The woodcutter was on the verge of ejaculating in the young
Lord's mouth. Lost in the throws of his passion the woodcutter held the
young Lord to him. Dorian could barely breathe. Still the woodcutter held
him until at last his orgasm was exhausted.

   Breathing heavily, and feeling somewhat sheepish due to his
aggressiveness, the woodcutter aided the young Lord to regain his
feet. Yet, to the woodcutter's utter astonishment, the young Lord once
again kissed him. Then he took hold the woodcutter, turning him by the
shoulders to face away from him. He pressured the woodcutter forward so
that the man could take hold the bed rail. Dorian took hold the
woodcutter's hips drawing them back toward him and bid him to spread his
legs.

   Again Dorian set upon his knees. He spread the woodcutter's muscular
buttocks and brought his lips in osculation between the cheeks. He ran his
tongue over the woodcutter's sphincter.  Opened the orifice and drank in
the woodcutter's earthen musk. He inserted his tongue and tasted the sharp
tartness within. The woodcutter groaned with the young Lord's ministrations
upon his nether region. To which Dorian continued for several minutes
before he once more stood.

   Dorian brought his stone-hard cock to the woodcutter's anus. He brought
pressure to bare against the sphincter causing it to open in passage to the
anal canal. Dorian pressed on. His cock now clear of the anal canal entered
the woodcutter's heated rectum where it encountered a moist and welcoming
tightness. And though he had never before been sodomized the woodcutter
moaned with pleasure as the young Lord continued his act of rectal
intercourse with him.

   Presently Dorian's motions quickened as he approached a climax. He grasp
tight the woodcutter's hips and held.  Dorian tilted his head backward,
closed his eyes, opened his mouth and groaned loudly as he ejaculated deep
inside the woodcutter's rectum. And the woodcutter moaned in concert as he
received his master's sperm.

   Dorian withdrew and the woodcutter stood to face him. They embraced.
Then kissed once more before the woodcutter set to the task of redressing
the beautiful young Lord in his effeminate ridding attire. The woodcutter
assisted the young Lord mount his great white stead. Dorian reigned in the
horse to face the woodcutter.

   "Once more woodcutter," he said, "you'll speak of this to no one."

   "Yes my Lord," said the woodcutter.

   Dorian reared the horse and road off into the wood.

   End of part six