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Tyler Morrison - The Whipmaster - is now Lord of the Manor, having inherited his grandfather's wealth and title. He has also inherited The Ramparts, his grandfather's stately home that he intends turning into the best SM club in the country.
Now, as the date set for the grand opening approaches, he has to grapple with the problems of acquiring enough girls to staff it, training up ponies and acquiring pretty, obedient female domestic staff.
His star attraction is Chelsi Laird - the famous pop star who vanished from the public's view but who is very much on view at The Ramparts! And as he strides arrogantly through his realm, Tyler is faithfully followed by Charlotte, Chelsi's sister. It seems that fortune is smiling on the new lord, but not everyone is so thrilled to see Tyler inherit his grandfather's entire estate and amid the erotic cruelties on view at the opening, trouble is in store for Tyler and the girls...
Tyler took a deep swig of his pint at The Griffin one evening and prepared to explain the details of his plan to his old friend Tully. At least in the pub they were free from Alfred's continued hostility and contempt for the new Lord. Alfred had been Whitby's butler for many years and could not come to terms with the louche young man who had inherited the dignified title and the beautiful old house. It was not that he disapproved of the debauchery, he was quite happy to help discipline any of the young women who inhabited the place; it was just Tyler he couldn't accept.
For his part, Tyler had been working on a scheme for some time; a scheme to regulate the domestic slaves but in a different regime from the one which would govern the Pleasuregirls themselves, of course.
"However the men handle things at home, the contracts I've had them sign make it clear that their bitches ultimately answer to me. I'm their true Master! It's me in the saddle! It's my right to dole out any punishment I think necessary, without prior notice, and their duty to deliver them on time for their shift and have them collected at the end of it."
What he had failed to mention for fear that he would appear a soft touch to eavesdroppers was that, having lived in poverty himself, it had never been his intention to deprive any household of an income. So instead of paying the women the wage they had once earned he paid a slightly reduced amount straight into their Dominant's bank account instead.
"Although the partnership can be dissolved at any time by either party," he continued as he watched Tully wipe his mouth on the back of his barbed-wire-and-dagger tattooed hand, "if any of the Dominants fail to keep their side of the bargain, I'll stop the money pronto and the partnership'll be wound up."
After buying another round served by a surly barman who threw Tyler's change at him, he explained how he planned to extend the system to any additional domestic slaves that he acquired. "Eventually the system'll include you and the Escorts. Maybe some of the other estate workers, too. It all depends on whether I can get enough girls... we need a fuck load more domestics if we're gonna offer a first class service to the members. Anyway, it's my intention to lease them out to you guys! And I've managed to cut a particularly sweet property deal. You know that new block of flats they're building on the outskirts of the village?"
It was the last straw for one of The Griffin's regulars who chimed in with, "Bloody eyesore if you ask me!"
Tyler did not ask him and continued regardless. "Under the Government's scheme the flats are meant for what they call 'key workers.' You know, like teachers and nurses? Anyway, in this case the key workers who'll end up living in them are you guys, The Ramparts' Escorts!"
The Escorts were recruited mainly from Tyler's old friends from his gypsy days and managed every aspect of the lives of the Pleasuregirls, and took full advantage of the perks on offer.
Laughing, Tully pointed out that pretty soon the village would be nothing more than a domicile for slaves. In a sweeping hand gesture meant to take in the whole of Squire's Langley, he said loudly as he looked around at the hostile faces, "These buggers might not like you, Ty, but one way or another, they'll end up dependin' on you for their living!"
Tyler raised his pint. "And so helping me offer some of the very best SM entertainment - with the highest quality Pleasuregirls - in the whole fucking country!"
With just a couple of weeks to the club's official opening things were shaping up slowly, Tyler told himself as he turned down one of the carpeted corridors that led off from the cavernous, extravagantly decorated entrance hall, with its huge Egyptian statues and grand staircase.
Padding along barefoot and naked behind him, with her head bowed and hands crossed but not tied behind her back was Charlotte. Meek and obedient, she was a woman in love.
Top of Tyler's list for consideration that morning were questions concerning how he could increase the numbers of girls. He had money aplenty to purchase the high-class stock that he insisted should be at the core, but having lived most of his life in poverty, he also had an eye for a bargain. He was a great believer in the two for one offers at the Supermarkets and could not see why that should not apply to slaves as well, though free would be even better! Besides, not all men lusted after the kind of well-stacked-but-slim-lovelies that he was filling the place with, some preferring girls with a bit more meat on them, like Charlotte who, though not exactly plump was nevertheless generously built in the arse and hip department, he mused, as well as having epicurean tits. In any case, there were already enough gorgeous girls to satisfy his own personal needs... ... well, almost, he thought greedily... but even with the addition of Chelsi in a few days time, there would be nowhere near enough.
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