playful sub's 2nd level two assignment

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Darn! When I c&Ped this back to here, it lost all the formatting. Do you know how I can paste it here with the formatting intact?


Sarah entered into the huge kitchen, ready to begin yet another day of work for Lord Benson (redundant wording). It was hard for her to believe how well she had been looked after, having a warm bed to sleep in each night, and decent food to eat. She knew many people looked down on jobs such as hers, but growing up in an orphanage with little education, her prospects of being both warm and well fed had been a worry to her.

Little over six months ago, Lord Benson had come to the orphanage, claiming he was looking for a new maid for his family home.(using the word 'claiming' here seems unnecessary, he was in fact looking for a maid) At first she had been suspicious of his intentions, but she knew too that she needed work soon before she was too old to stay at the orphanage. Still, she had been very Nervous during her first few months in his home, until over time she began to relax and found she was actually happy for the first time she could remember. (excessive wording here)

In Lord Benson’s home, although she had to work hard, she had felt looked after like never before in her life. (This sentence could be tightened up significantly – eg She had to work hard in Lord Benson's home, but she felt care for like never before.) The one thing she did find a bit unusual at first; was the lake (do you mean 'lack' here?) of younger females working in the house. She had asked May, the cook, about it once, but had simply been and was told that Lord Benson normally preferred staff that were more experienced (less passive wording would be 'more experienced staff'). Sarah had wondred why then she had been offered a job, but then thought about how the work she did here was not that much different to the work she had done for the last ten years in the orphanage. (tighten this sentence)

Lord Benson looked at the young girl as she lay in his bed. (Clarify that the girl in the bed is not Sarah. This is not clear until the end of this paragraph, which makes it a confusing passage.)He knew she no longer needed her restraints, but he loved seeing her bound tightly to his bed. Running his hand over her taunt stomach, he noticed she barely registered his presence. This angered him and Angered, he reached up to pull and twist on her nipple. This had the desired effect, though her voice was muffled behind her tight gag. He had spent the morning making arrangements to pass her onto one of his friends who worked in an infamous brothel in the city. A place one that catered for those catering to clients who wanted more than just straight sex.

In his mind, she was already gone, but he knew until he had the luscious Sarah in his bed, that he would not send her away. (again, it is unclear who the 'her' is in this passage). The thought of Sarah made his cock rise, and so he straddled the bound girl, pushing and pushed his cock into her, and closing his eyes as he pounded his lust out in her body. Her groans were music to his ears as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. He had long since lost interest in her (this girl?), since she had stopped fighting him and had submitted to him. She had been his Christmas gift to himself last year, and with Christmas only a week away, he was looking forward to his new gift.

Becoming aware of the level of moans increasing under him, he looked to see that he was lying directly on top of the girl, his cock still buried in her. He had not even realised that he had cum and fallen on her, so much did his thoughts of Sarah fill his mind. Without even a look at the girl’s face, he rolled of her, turned off the lamp beside his bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Sarah marvelled at the beautiful decorations in the foyer of the house, one of many rooms that were brightly decorated for the season. She knew that tonight the huge tree that had been placed in the corner of the dining room would be decorated. The staff were even invited to help. Feeling like a little girl, she almost skipped into the kitchen to continue with her chores. All through the day, Despite the hectic pace as the staff prepared the food needed for Christmas, she hummed with joy all day. This would be her first Christmas which she would be able to celebrate, and as knew there would at least one gift for her. as Lord Benson had told her he had a special gift just for her.

She wondered why such a handsome and charming man was not yet married, but then knowing little of men, she kept the notion to herself. All she knew was that her heart stopped when he entered a room, and it was all she could do not to stare at him like a fool. Each time he spoke to her, she felt like a silly child, stumbling over what to say. If he was bothered by her actions, he never showed it and always treated her with great care and respect.

The day he had told her he would have a special gift for her at Christmas, she had been in the library serving him his afternoon tea. She had almost dropped the teapot, his statement giving her such a shock. She had managed a mumbled a thank you, before leaving the room as sedately (quietly, perhaps?) as she could, while all the while she had wanted wanting to jump and run at the sheer joy of such a thought. Having grown up alone, she had never received anything at Christmas. There just not being was never the money to buy all of the children decent clothing, let alone gifts.

Ever since that night, she had wondered what it the gift might be. Maybe it would be a new scarf, or a hat, a book, or even perfume. Sarah knew she was probably letting her imagination get the better of her, but she just could not seem to help it. She knew too, that whatever it was, she would love it. As the days passed and Christmas got closer, she could hardly contain her excitement

Lord Benson could see the excitement in the young maid’s eyes, and knew that she had a crush on him. He didn’t mind, as it would make it all the more fun when she released (do you mean realized?) what his true nature was. He could hardly wait until Christmas Day, when he would claim her as his own. Brushing the lint from his coat, he made his way downstairs to greet the staff with genuine joy. a joy he actually did feel.

Years ago, he had come up with his plan of making a young girl his Christmas gift. At first, he had thought to choose from of the young girls he had on from his staff, but soon realised that if anything happened, he would have trouble with these girls' fathers. their fathers would be on the doorstep in no time demanding to know where their precious children were. It was during a day trip to a neighbouring town, that he spotted the orphanage and came up with a successful plan. with the plan that had worked to this day. He went and found would find a young girl, one who was almost ready to be thrown out of the orphanage, and offered her a job. At Christmas, he would give her a gift of money, and a job in a made up shop in a nearby town. He would say that his Aunt or Uncle, or even a close friend, was in need of someone to work and would offer free board.

So far, all of the girls had excitedly told the rest of the staff their good news and so that when they vanished, everyone thought they were off on an exciting new life. Only a few of the staff knew the real truth, and even assisted him at times with the training of each new girl. So far,(this is the second use of 'so far' in this paragraph. Consider using different wording or eliminating it.) He had successfully done this for the last six years, and had experienced more fun then he had thought possible. However, rarely had he experienced the anxious wait he felt for Sarah. His anticipation this time one which made the wait for all of the girl’s (plural, not possessive) in the past seem like practice for the real thing!