The Initiation of Master Robert: The first volume of the scandalous memoirs of the famous Victorian Casanova

By Sebastian Charles

The novel traces the early sexual life of Lord Robert Lance from his early sexual initiations to the more confident seductions of the young Victorian Casanova. In the course of the novel, Robert not only loses his virginity to a buxom maid but has his wicked way with, among others, two luscious housemaids, a prim governess, and his brothers seductive wife. In getting an education at the rectory where his disapproving father sends him, young Master Robert also seduces the young voluptuous daughter of the local merchant. Set in the 1850s, Master Robert is initiated into the various pleasures of the flesh.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Mar 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781781662328

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It was no doubt my perverse upbringing and the decadent atmosphere in which I was raised that focused my mind so keenly on sensual delight. As was the case in those days when Victoria ruled the globe and Albert was still a Prince Consort rather than a memorial, I was raised, as it were, downstairs. Indeed, and although I will decline from the easy double entendre, my early sexual memories concern being downstairs and being raised by our rude maid Annie on several occasions. Annie loved nothing better than to stroke my young manhood to its full prodigious length as she sneaked into my bed or bathed me, an activity she insisted I enjoy well into late adolescence. Oh, what joy Annie was; a young buxom lass with those firm milky white breasts pushing out the cotton of her uniform, pushed out of them and onto my greedy lips and tongue.

Oh Master Robert, what have we here? she would say as she gleefully glared at my prick at bath time in the old nursery that overlooked the 2000 acres or so of our country pile. I should confess at this early stage, I was, even if I did not know it then, well endowed, my prick both enviably long and thick. Annie loved to play all kinds of games and tricks with me in my innocent youth, but her pleasure in my young erect tool was genuine enough. Those early memories tend to merge into one, but it is difficult not to feel the heart race at the memory of the busty vixen, delicately fingering the thick shaft of my prick, before plumping her juicy mouth on the bulbous head.

Those first times, of course, I would come in her mouth barely her lips had plumped on my prick. I could not but help spend inside her given the delicious warmth of her accommodating mouth.

I remember that first time. I was back from school and still very much curious about the female form. A curiosity, of course, that would grow exponentially in adulthood by which time I had realised the endless possibilities of pleasure the female body offered.

Oh lovely rude Annie! That juicy mouth! That heavy, round bust! Those lively eyes! I had bathed under Annie’s gaze for so long that there seemed nothing unnatural about the event. This time, though, it was rather different. I only had such special treatment when I was home from the wretched school that my father sent me too. It is with hindsight that I judge it so, as when I was there it felt the most natural of things to be secluded with five hundred other boys, herded around like sheep by pompous adults knowledgeable about everything but what really mattered. It is only now with the passing of years that I suffer this contempt for being taught to believe in values which more often than they should have done encouraged cruelty and treated nine tenths of the people on the globe as inferior subjects.

A school term had intervened between the last time Annie had prepared my bath and sponged my back and this present occasion. A term pretty much like any other, the only real significant thing about it was that it was the last I would have to endure.

I had arrived home, so to speak with my tail between my legs, my academic results had appalled my father who had the narrowness of interest and a general incuriosity with the world that he had excelled at public school and then at Cambridge. Such academic excellence had prepared him well for the life of mediocrity he now enjoyed as a peer of the realm, an unnecessarily interfering peer of the realm in my considered opinion.

However, prep school had prepared me for nothing. It had certainly not prepared me for Annie, or what she was about to do to me. There were always stories in the dormitories of course, fantasies of debauchery through which older boys enhanced their reputation and tried to impress the younger lads that attended on them. There was the usual boys touching and playing among themselves that tended to be enjoyed by some of the boys, but I learned nothing about women at prep school. Occasional glimpses of Gwendolyn, the housemaster’s daughter who lived on the premises was the nearest I got to women. How my heart yearned for the pretty, dark-haired girl with her golden ringlets and her satin frocks, not more than a year or two older than me, but the yearnings I think were more of love and companionship in my solitude than a craving for her body. A smile from Gwendolyn would last me a whole term. Algebra and grammar would be forgotten as I day dreamed about her sweet girlish smile in the most innocent of ways.

I must explain the family situation or more precisely the servants’ position within my family home. The housemaids at my home treated me with the respect owing to the younger son of a lord, but most of them had known me for so long that a playful affection often marked their attitude towards me. Indeed, I did not think of them as maids, but called all by their Christian names and although my father, a stickler for rules, especially those that demarcated his aristocratic superiority, insisted that they address his son always as master. They accepted this, used to the stern discipline with which my father ruled the house, but when they called me Master Robert, it was often in a more intimate if teasing way, not exactly lacking in respect but neither signifying the great distance felt in caste or status that my father insisted be acknowledged.

Annie had been in our employ for a dozen years or so arriving as a very young girl, indeed; the six or seven that marked the difference in our age had once designated her as an adult and me as a child. Although I had grown in many ways, the fact that she still attended me seemed like the continuation of a tradition rather than anything unusual or perverse.

It must be said that my father apart from chiding me for my poor academic performance did not have much direct involvement with my upbringing regarding daily concerns. His negligence provided me with much greater freedom than many children of my age. He would decide the direction of my future life, but what time I went to bed, arose or bathed was not his concern, as long as when he was at the house, and he was in fact often away in London in the House, I appeared for lunch and dinner at their allotted hour. He knew not what I read nor whom I befriended, neither what my politics were nor my own desires. I would, as all boys of my age and station were expected to do, follow the path that he would choose for me. Annie, not my father, often fretted about the minutiae of my eating habits and sleeping patterns, less intense than a mother might, but perhaps as an aunt might fret over her favourite nephew. Up until then, Annie had always thought of me as a child, I am sure, but after the incident I am about to narrate, she would do so no longer.

It was when Annie went to fetch a pale of hot water and was tipping it gently into the cast iron bath that I caught sight of her formidable bust and my prick spontaneously rose to greet the sight. Annie had fondled me frequently, playfully, tousled my hair and pecked me on my forehead and I had enjoyed such intimacy, absent from my prep school days and save Annie the family hearth. But this was the first time I had noticed Annie as a woman with a beautiful bosom, Annie with a mouth that I wished to kiss as a man would his wife, Annie with a shapely bottom I wanted to grasp and hold. My imagination, at this stage, probably only extended this far. Annie was to change my perception of just what women might do with their mouths.

If I had not noticed Annie as a sexually attractive woman, she had not thought of me as a man. But there against my volition and to my mortifying shame my bold member was on show before her incredulous eyes. This was the first time she had seen evidence of my sturdy cock. Normally indeed the water would be lathered and the lather would obscure my unexcited manhood, but here it was clearly standing to attention before her, tilting upwards, winking its eye in front of her surprised gaze. Indeed, I believe it was the first time that I had ever had a sustained erection. And this certainly did not look like as if it was going away in the near or even distant future.

I did not know why I should feel ashamed but terribly ashamed I felt. But Annie cared little for my shame. This was the first time she would utter those words that I would come to delight so much in hearing:

Oh Master Robert, what have we here!

I realise now, of course, I realise so much looking back over these long years and now familiar with the lives of both duchesses and servant girls, that Annie probably had little opportunity to frolic with other men unless a gardener or footman took her fancy.

I looked at her and then back down at my prick and then at Annie. I shivered with embarrassment. Why would my body not obey me? Annie could see my great distress and perplexity but thought little of it, a country girl no doubt raised around fornicating animals, Annie was an aberration to the age in which I was born when anything natural about the human body was deemed suspect and unhealthy.

Now there, there, Master Robert, this is nothing to fell ashamed of. When you are a man this prodigious thing, she said staring down at my prick and emphasising the word thing, will be a joy to behold for some young madam!

I gulped hard feeling vulnerable and like Adam before Eve felt aware of my nakedness in front of the fully uniformed Annie, and Annie’s uniform covered her from head to toe.

Annie put the pail down and rested her hand on my hairless chest as she crouched by the bath.

There, there. she said her eyes full of consoling tenderness.

The bath was deep and proximity of her breasts hanging over the bath’s rim and her gentle hand slowly comfortingly massaging my chest did not help matters. I could feel my member not only rock solid but also eagerly twitch. It was for the first, but obviously not the last time, announcing just who would be the master between us, and, moreover, this would be the first of many times when I, weak man that I am, would have to follow its desire. For indeed this was how it has often felt. I am a man chained to it, led by it, and it decides all. The difference between me and innumerable other men is that I have not fought with it. I have gladly given into it and let it lead me where it delightfully may. I, in my distinct way, have been as much a worshipper of Priapus as dear sweet Annie looked gazing at my thick tool. For me there were no agonies in the garden, no sweating palms, nor would there even be embarrassment after this day and night. I was lucky; I was led from the beginning; I neither resisted temptations nor felt remorse when I had inevitably given into them.

Oh, I digress a little. I would rather savour that moment as Annie’s little slightly plump white hand slowly slipped down so that it was now no longer on my chest but on my flat stomach and I felt momentarily the head of my prick scrape the back of her hand.

Annie let out a little oh! and then gulped because she too knew that our relationship was heading into, so to speak, virgin territory. Annie knew that after this there was no retreat, that we had both put away childish things, as it were.

Oh it is, Master Robert, it surely is a real beauty! Annie exclaimed as she delicately let her fingertips drift lightly over the erect head. May I, Master Robert? she asked, remembering her station of course. Servants even those who were on such friendly terms must always request permission from their masters.

I gulped hard but perceptibly nodded. Her head was bent over now, her heavy breasts almost in the water. I could feel her firm nipples on my slightly raised leg, which moistened her black cotton maid’s blouse.

She took my young cock in her hand looking at me and then looking down at it. It is a real beauty, Master Robert. Indeed, it is such a beauty that I would like to kiss it. Can I, Master Robert? There is no harm in it, I think. She looked into my eyes, her face smiling mischievously.

Yes Annie, I tried to say but my voice gave out after the first syllable. She smiled at my nervousness and then kissed me gently on my lips. My cock throbbed with the contact. My own sweet Annie’s fleshy lips brushing gently on mine, her heavy just below me. Then slowly, slowly her lips bent lower. I saw their ruby redness hover above, then with the slightest touch brush against the throbbing crown of my prick. Her lips that had been on my own lips were on touching my manhood! As I think back now, it is amazing that I did not spend then.

I was nervous, though. My whole body was trembling but nerves were slowly giving into pleasure. She kissed the crown as gently as she would press her lips against my forehead each night.

"Do you like that, Master Robert? The tips of her breast were now wet in the bathwater. I wanted to hold onto them but I was still too frightened.

Would you like me to take it in my mouth, Master Robert? She looked up at me, her eyes mischievously smiling again. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, how she was tantalising this poor virgin boy.

Yes, I managed to say, my voice still croaky. She did not have to ask. She could have done whatever she wanted to me if it entailed bringing me such glorious sensations.

I closed my eyes and as I opened then, I could feel... I could see her full mouth ever so slowly slide down the crown until I could feel the movement of her tongue inside her mouth as it pressed against the bulbous head of my prick. As she continued to slide up and