Posted by Toby on December 20, 2003 at 09:02 [81.102.55.21]
I first posted this one under a different title earlier. Its about a mistress and her chauffer. Mmmm i sense some role play could b good here....
Here is Part 1
Toby
Part 1
Lady Cynthia Smythe sat in the back seat of the Rolls as it sped along the motorway. She was slim, beautiful and elegant. Her long fine brown hair was gathered up loosely on her head with strands fluttering with the breeze from the open window. Her loose short blue summer dress lay lightly on her figure shaped by her firm breasts and held at her shoulders with thin straps which revealed that she wore no bra. The hem of her dress flipped up now and again as the wind caught it exposing more of her soft thighs than perhaps she intended. She was wealthy for her twenty five years of age, having inherited her husbands estate when he, Lord Timothy Smyth, had been attacked by a pride of lions whilst on safari and had been eaten for breakfast. She had been dying to go to the toilet for ages but the service area was 20 miles away and there was no hard shoulder.
"We really must stop soon David. I'm dying to go to the loo" she pleaded to her chauffeur. David was about the same age as her and had been their chauffeur before her husband died. She called him by his first name, as that was the trend nowadays.
“I’m sorry ma’am. The service station is miles away shall I pull off at the next junction?” he said politely.
“I suppose so” she said resignedly “I hope I can hold it that long”
“You'll either have to hold it or do it in your knickers." He said
Cynthia looked at him in the driving mirror with her soft brown eyes." It might come to that” she said glaring at him for his cheek, “and if it does I’ll make you clean it up!” She watched as David smiled. David thought about what he had just said, she had taken the joke rather well. She may be haughty and aloof but she had a sense of humour and that was nice for someone of her class. He heard her take a sharp breath.
“Are you alright Ma’am? Try and hold on, only a couple of miles now.” He said with some concern.
“I'll try." she bit her lip as she felt the tip of her turd begin to push its way out. She tried to let the car seat provide resistance to the onslaught.
"Oh dear" she cried as the seat took the strain and held the turd as it poked out of her arsehole. She let out a few strained grunts as her tummy contracted. Gradually the pressure eased and Cynthia began to relax.
"Oh thank goodness" she sighed. "I managed to hold it that time."
The junction came and they left and joined the main road. David looked for somewhere to park so that his mistress could relieve herself in private but the road provided no escape. A small junction came up.
“Turn off here!” squealed Cynthia. “We must find somewhere before I wet myself; or worse.” David obliged. Fifty yards up the road he turned into a track entrance and parked the car twenty yards in. He leapt out and came around to the door. Cynthia felt her BM push down into the car seat and without thinking placed her hand between her legs. David opened the car door to find Lady Cynthia squirming on her seat her hand up her skirt revealing her bare thighs and a glimpse of her white knickers. He held out his hand.
“Here ma’am let me help you.” he said feeling for his mistresses plight. Cynthia swung her legs out of the car and got out still trying to hold herself.
“Thank you” she said quietly the made her way almost on tiptoe towards a large bush. She stumbled a little and David grabbed her hands to steady her. She looked into his eyes in panic.
"Oh David no." she squealed, "I'm doing it". David held her tight as she looked at him with despair. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed his hands hard as she tensed. David watched her redden and she gave a tiny grunt. Her saw her knee’s part and a soft crackle came from beneath her dress as David looked into her brown eyes.
“How embarrassing” she said to him, though her cramps. Cynthia felt the hard lump push out of her anus and with a squelch it slid down into her knickers and along between her legs touching her thighs as it did so. She caught her breath only to find her body pushed again as a softer piece made her dirty knickers bulge behind her. Another grunt and a final small lump piled up against her hole and she was done. David felt her grip slacken a little and tighten with each push then she relaxed and let go.
She pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear and gave a sigh as a spurt of golden water gushed down from between her legs onto the earth floor. Soon streams ran down her legs and she looked at David in her new plight.
“Oh David I’m sorry this must be really embarrassing for you” she said softly her skin still flushed red. “First your mistress shits herself, then wets herself in front of you”
“I’m sorry ma’am I shouldn’t be looking” he said suddenly and made to turn away. Cynthia looked down at herself then spoke to him without looking.
“Oh don’t be silly I know you won’t tell anyone. Let’s see the damage.” she said. With that she lifted the front of her short dress. Her slim thighs were parted on account of the bulge in her knickers. David saw her white knickers transparent were she had pissed in them and a large sagging brown bulge between her legs. Cynthia hooked her thumbs over the top of her underwear and pulled them down
Revealing the sticky wet brown mess inside. Gingerly she stepped out of them and cast them into the bush, which she had so nearly reached. She looked up smiling at David.
“Would you fetch me something to clean up with please David.” David turned slowly as he glimpsed her bare mound under her dress her soft brown hair so neatly trimmed, then made his way to the car.
When he returned she held her hand out for the wet wipes he carried, but to her surprise he went around behind her. Knelt down and lifted her dress to look at her stained bottom.
“David?” said Cynthia quizzically. He peered around to her front. “You did say I would have to clean it up.” he said “Bend over please Ma’am.” Cynthia was agog but she bent over at the waist and waited as her gently wiped her thighs and bottom clean of the mess and dried her with an old towel.
“There you are Ma’am” he said at length, and handed her a clean pair of knickers. Somehow Cynthia felt quite at ease on the way home. What she did not realise at the time was that she was going to test David’s resolve even more so as her accidents became more frequent and happened where she least wanted it.
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