Mistress Agnes Ch. 01

But he was a local lad, and not very sophisticated, he had trouble showing her the respect she wanted from a dependent, bedding her caused him to become a bit dominant towards her.

There was nothing she could do but stop inviting him in her bed, after which he got engaged to a local girl. He asked her permission quite beautifully, and she gave it to him along with a set of rings for their wedding.

Then when the gardener retired, she thought she could do better, offering the position to an artist from town, who wanted a quiet place to work for a living and spend his spare time in the workshop that she gave him to create his works of art in.

It had taken half a year to lure him in her bed, but it was worth it.

That worked for a time, their conversation was wonderful, and the loving was new and exciting. But after some time she started to find him a bit too sensitive, and he started to get on her nerves, claiming her for himself, trying to get her to stop making love to Guy and Patrick.

So though both stable-boy and artist still worked at the manor, she no longer slept with them, and whenever she felt a little too heated after having been spoiled by her duo, she now rang for Dick to be sent to their special room, he was always ready to do his duty to her, and he always enjoyed it.

But though he readily took her as roughly as she wanted, he was not the kind she wanted to lavish attention on herself, it felt a bit weird to devote herself to a man who did the most menial tasks in her house, though he was very sweet and quite attached to her without making any demands.

She couldn't forget that first time with him, though, when he had been overcome with ardour and had taken her almost like a wild thing. She so wanted to feel such passion and yes, such violence again, that she had thought up another plan.

Today she was not going to hunt, her mood was too distracted, she kept thinking of the past, there was no way she was going to be able to concentrate on being silent enough to shoot a deer, or brave enough to go after a boar with nothing but her rifle, a tall hunter and her three large hounds.

Today, she would merely ride out, take the dogs for a run, let the wind blow through her hair, then return and probably have Dick over to blow off some steam.

As she sat on her tall horse and had the hounds released from their pen, she rode off towards the moors, her favourite place to go when she was not out for game. There was always plenty of wild meat in the house, even her staff got to eat venison and boar, her lands had been very prolific since she let the steward go who urged her to squeeze out every penny, by having her tenants till soil too poor to bear other fruit than heath and game.

Letting him go, and returning the land to its original purpose, wild hunting ground, had done a world of good. Her tenants could actually grow something on the land they had in cultivation, the abundant sheep and the few cattle that thrived here could fertilize a few small fields really well, or a lot of large fields really badly.

They had less work to do and more gain from it in the shape of mutton and potatoes, she had more land to hunt and happier tenants. They were all winners.

Except Agnes was still bored.

Riding out here, she longed for that wildness she had tasted for a few blessed moments in Dick. He was never going to revert to that state, he adored her and followed her like a puppy, only ten years of abstinence had gotten him to the point where he dared dominate his mistress. She couldn't wait another ten years for him to build up some fervour.

And a dominant man would satisfy her needs, but he would also try to take over her fortune and her life, and forbid her to see Patrick and Guy. He would probably force her to have a maid again instead of Patrick, who had been a valet when she met him, but was just as good a personal servant to a lady as he had been to her uncle.

There was no way Agnes was ever going to let herself be ruled by a man again, but she did want a man like that to grace her bed. Therefore, she was going to keep a slave.