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1. No underage characters
2. No RPF/RPS
3. No bashing other people's kinks.
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Date: 2019-04-30 09:21 am (UTC)Sorry, but these two are such a perfect pairing for this kink either way around.
No wetting, just one of them growing more and more desperate to go but circumstances don't allow it for some time. And the other one, to his shock is terribly aroused by it but does his best to encourage the sufferer to stay calm and hold out. A successful relief without accident in the end. The other one may watch.
FILL: In Lord Tinklewee’s Closet
Date: 2019-05-04 04:10 pm (UTC)‘I suppose we’re stuck here,’ he whispered.
‘It would appear so, sir,’ I replied.
‘Why did I ever let Stiffy drag me into this rummy business?’ he complained, ‘‘No, Stiffy old girl, you shall have to steal your own bally pince-nez,’ is what I should have told her.’
‘Indeed sir.’
There was a moment of silence. Mr. Wooster slumped against the back of the wardrobe.
‘There’s nothing to do but wait now, what?’
‘I’m afraid so, sir.’
We waited quietly. Lord Tinklewee continued reading – I counted the pages by the sound of him turning them. Beside me, Mr. Wooster had started tapping his left leg against the wood. At first I thought nothing of it, knowing he had a tendency to fidget. But as the minutes passed, his unfortunate twitching increased, and I feared the worse.
‘Er, Jeeves,’ he said, scratching his neck, ‘do you have an inkling of how long we might be in here?’
I pursed my lips. ‘When we first arrived I had the chance to meet Perkins, the butler. He intimated that his Lord’s reading habits are something of a legend amongst the staff.’
‘A legend?’
‘Yes, sir. On one occasion, Lord Tinklewee is said to have sat reading for an entire night and half a day, barely stopping for food and water.’
Mr. Wooster went pale. I watched the bob of his Adam’s apple in his throat as he swallowed fearfully.
‘I see. Well, let’s hope the old man falls asleep before dawn then,’ he laughed nervously.
After that, the fidgeting intensified. He tapped his feet frantically against the wardrobe, then against each other. I coughed.
‘Yes, Jeeves?’
‘If you will forgive the indiscretion, sir, and allow me to ask; are you claustrophobic?’
‘Claustro-whatnow?’
‘Are you afraid of enclosed or narrow places, sir?’
‘Oh. No, not really, I don’t think. Are you?’
‘No, sir.’
Only a moment of stillness, then Mr. Wooster was bouncing on his toes. I raised my eyebrows at him.
‘Oh, dash it, Jeeves,’ he said, ‘I really must – I mean to say – I find myself in a rather, er, awkward situation.’
‘Sir?’
‘It’s embarrassing but – well, nature is calling, if you know what I mean, and I don’t think I can put off answering much longer.’
Despite the darkness, I could see his face, the way he bit his lower lip, the tension in his shoulders. I allowed myself to stare. He was very attractive in his distress. Something in me stirred – as it always did whenever we were this close – and then something more. Trapped in the wardrobe, our arms were touching. His eyebrows were drawn together in a frown, his pink tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips…
I looked away. Shame painted my cheeks red, and I hoped he would not notice.
‘Most distressing, sir,’ I said quietly.
Mr. Wooster nodded slowly. I noticed his fingers clutching the front of his trousers. I felt suddenly very warm beneath my collar. He was taking slow, deep breaths, his eyelids trembling over a flustered gaze. The thought of him struggling to retain control was, for some reason, exceptionally arousing.
‘Good lord, this is agony,’ he whined.
At his words, passion flickered in my loins. I recoiled from my own depravity. He was troubled, and I was deriving cruel pleasure from it. I leaned my shoulder against his slightly, hoping it would be a small comfort.
‘Lord Tinklewee must be weary from the day’s exertions: you will recall, sir, that he took a brisk walk down to the village this afternoon,’ I offered.
‘Yes, you’re right, Jeeves. He’ll fall asleep any minute now,’ Mr. Wooster looked at me, a spark of gratitude in his eyes. I lowered my gaze to the floor, guilt wrapping itself around my chest, but I burned for him nonetheless. His thigh was twitching, almost touching mine. I could feel the warmth his body emitted.
We stood there silently, waiting. From time to time he bit his lip or moved his hips, and I could not stop my heart from pounding. I discreetly lowered my arm to cover the evidence of my desire – an unseemly bulge in my trousers that had formed, it seemed, almost against my will.
But my torment was far from reaching its end. Slipping his pretty fingers into his hair, Mr. Wooster closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wardrobe, revealing his soft, pale throat. I could not look away; I was entranced by the arch of his neck, the curve of his eyebrows as he raised them beseechingly, as if begging… as if pleading…
My trousers had become painfully tight. I watched him shudder, watched his stomach and thighs quiver. Suddenly, a vision filled my mind: I saw myself standing in front of him, my lips teasing his neck, my palm pressed against his lower abdomen as he begged, ‘Please, Jeeves, I can’t…’
As if in answer to my wicked thoughts, Mr. Wooster bucked his hips and whimpered. I thought I would go mad with lust.
‘Oh Jeeves,’ he moaned, ‘I’m not sure I can bear this anymore.’
Neither am I, I wanted to answer. But I steadied myself against the side of the wardrobe, gathered my composure and said, ‘It should not be long now, sir.’
Mercifully, I was correct. Lord Tinklewee placed his book on the bedside table and turned off the lights. With a shuddering breath, Mr. Wooster opened the wardrobe door and we stepped out.
‘The window, sir,’ I whispered. I knew that Lord Tinklewee always slept with the key to his bedroom door hidden under his pillow.
We climbed down the window, both of us swaying on our feet. Once in the gardens, Mr. Wooster wasted no time – he did not even turn away from me. I watched his handsome profile as he undid his trousers. I heard the steady stream of his release. He heaved a sigh of relief, throwing his head back, a contented smile on his lips.
It was that image of him that remained with me late at night, in the privacy of my rooms.
Re: FILL: In Lord Tinklewee’s Closet
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Date: 2019-05-07 04:00 am (UTC)—
I began taking clothes off their hangers and knotting them together, working as silently as possible. I took my time selecting the strongest, most durable items. It pained me to mistreat such fine clothing, but the end result would be well worth it.
Mr. Wooster watched me with trepidation. In response to his unasked question, I whispered, 'Since we are on the fourth floor, we'll need this makeshift rope to serve as a sort of safety device when abseiling out the window, sir.'
'You think of everything, Jeeves.'
'Thank you, sir. If you'll allow me, sir.' I reached around him with the leg of a pair of sturdy trousers, intending to secure it about his waist. He flinched at my hand brushing against his stomach as I did so. I tied the ankles together and pulled tight.
'Hang on,' he gasped as the fabric began to cinch his waist. 'Do we need to do this now? Can't it wait?'
'I'm afraid not, sir, we must test this before we try it out the window.'
'B-but I, I don't think...' He gritted his teeth in an effort to maintain self-control. His foot still bounced compulsively.
I tutted. 'This knot won't hold, sir, this won't do. I'm glad I checked before we attempted it.' I untied it and he let out a small sigh of relief. It didn't last long, though, as I pulled the arms of a jacket around him instead, and pulled it even tighter than before.
He let out a strained grunt. There was a panicked look in his eye. 'Do we have to wait until he's asleep? Can't we just, er, make a run for it?'
'We could, sir, but we would still need to use something in order to safely rappel down the wall,' I explained patiently.
Mr. Wooster had no patience for my patience. 'Okay, fine, fine! Let's do it now, dash it! I can't wait another second!' he panted.
'You'll need to wait just a moment longer, sir, I have to finish this.' I kept fiddling with the knots.
'Oh, Lord...' he moaned, now blatantly pressing his hand between his legs. By instinct, I tried to avert my eyes, but in the cramped space, there was not much in the way of other places for them to go.
I felt embarrassed for him, forced into such an undignified situation. This was a line we had never crossed before. The brief, businesslike nudity involved with bathing and dressing was always handled discreetly as possible out of respect for his modesty. But this was different. We never spoke of such things, out of politeness — we barely even had words to express them, just euphemisms. The fact that he was being forced into such a shameful position right in front of me, nay, right next to me, so close as to be touching... I could hardly account for the powerful erotic reaction it inspired in me. It was a bizarre kind of intimacy, much too intimate for my comfort or his. It deeply disturbed me to think of encroaching on his privacy to this level. It was a taboo perhaps even more ingrained than sexuality, and I already had enough internal struggles with the lines I frequently found myself wanting to cross in that particular realm. I had real sympathy for him, but I had something else, too, a lot of it, and that other something was in control of my actions now.
'Please hurry, Jeeves, I really don't want to...I couldn't face it if...' His desperation was so alluring.
'Perhaps you should just — let go, sir,' I said, even more quietly than we had been speaking so far.
'What?! No, I can't with — with you right here!'
'It's okay, sir.' I slid my hand to his lower abdomen.
'What are you — no, Jeeves!' He tried to wriggle away, but I held fast from behind, keeping one hand clamped against his belly and grabbing his hip with the other. He attempted to stand up from the shelf we had been sitting on, nearly knocking his head against the wardrobe door in the process. I pulled him back and he fell backward awkwardly into my lap.
'Relax, sir.'
'No, don't you understand?' He sounded frantic.
'It's all right, sir.'
'Please, Jeeves, I can't...'
I pressed a little harder.
He whimpered and I heard another sound, quiet but unmistakable, lasting only a few seconds.
'Good Lord, Jeeves, I-I'm so sorry!' He had stopped himself as soon as he could regain control. He tried to stand again but was too tall for the wardrobe. Desperate to get off me, he settled for ducking his head and hovering over me instead.
The seat of his trousers was right in front of my face but I couldn't see them properly in the shadows. Before I could think, I reached out and felt for the small wet spot on them. I groped a little further and felt his body against my hand.
He finally stopped thrashing and went still as he felt me make gentle contact with a very personal area. I pulled him back down onto my lap again and wrapped my arms around him. His back pressed against my chest, his arse against my hardness.
'Keep going, sir.'
With a moan of surrender, he did.
After a few more seconds, I felt the wetness start seeping through my own trousers. It spread across my lap and down my thighs.
My master's weight in my lap, his waist encircled by my arms, felt surreal enough on their own. Add in the warmth streaming onto my groin and trickling down the inside of my leg and it was simply incomprehensible. Shock, disgust, and most of all, illicit thrill overtook me. I felt like every boundary had been thrown out the window at once.
When it was over, Mr. Wooster was shaking. I knew his heart must be pounding as hard as mine. At just that moment, the light went out in the room beyond us. Through the crack in the door, we could see that Lord Tinklewee had finally finished reading and turned off the lamp.
I became acutely aware of the feeling of the soaked fabric clinging to my skin. There was a silence. I cleared my throat to break it. 'Feeling better, sir?'
I could hear the turmoil in his voice as he answered, 'Well, yes, Jeeves. I...I am. Much better.'
'I am gratified to hear it, sir.'
'Dreadfully sorry about...you know.'
'Not at all, sir.'
In short time, we emerged from the wardrobe and escaped out the window as planned (in the excitement of the evening's events, I had made a mistake — we were actually on the first floor, not the fourth, meaning I needn't have worried about the safety measures that started this whole thing at all. How foolish of me). Back on solid ground in the gardens, we made eye contact for the first time. There was a good deal of blushing on his part and I did my best to remain stoic. Both of our gazes resolutely refrained from straying downward.
'Well then, er, sorry, old thing. And sorry to keep saying sorry. And...'
'It is a matter of little import, sir,' I lied.
'Is that right?' he said skeptically, clearly still humiliated.
'Absolutely, sir. In fact...' I reached for my trousers and watched his wide eyes get wider. My fingers fumbled on the fastenings, which were still quite slippery. As my master looked on, I turned away a tiny bit, though not much, and with a sigh, experienced my own relief as I released the tension that I had been more successful in holding.
I knew that image of me would remain with him late at night, in the privacy of his rooms.
Re: FILL: In Lord Tinklewee’s Closet
Date: 2019-05-07 08:22 am (UTC)Re: FILL: In Lord Tinklewee’s Closet
Date: 2019-05-07 09:05 am (UTC)And don't feel too bad for Bertie, the truth is, he actually liked the whole thing a lot more than it might seem from the outside.
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Date: 2019-05-07 01:01 pm (UTC)Mmm, I had a feeling he enjoyed it, the kinky bastard hehehehe
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Date: 2019-11-05 02:59 am (UTC)PHEW!
Thanks
Fill #2 (or #3 depending) Desperate Bertie/ Turned on Jeeves; no accident, dialogue only
Date: 2019-10-07 01:32 am (UTC)“I can’t slow down now, Jeeves. We’re almost home, and, well, with all the glasses orange squash I downed at the treat, it was scorcher of an afternoon, after all, and us having to oil it back to town so quickly because of, well, you know, and then the bally road construction bring us to a snail’s pace and blocking any respectable nook where we might’ve stopped, well, the upshot is nature’s calling, if you catch my meaning, and in a few moments, the phone’s going to ring off the hook, as it were. Here we go. I’m just going to leave her here, and ring the garage to pick her up after…”
“You’ve answered call?”
“Precisely, Jeeves. Oh, you needn’t hurry, too—unless you’re in the same condition?”
“I’ll assist with the door, sir.”
“Oh, brilliant, Jeeves. I really think I might make a mess of myself.”
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“Oh, Lord, love a duck!”
“Sir!”
“My trousers! Jeeves, I’m too addled to work the thingagummy. Oh, I’m going to…”
“Allow me, sir.”
“Please, Jeeves! Quick! Oh! Oooh! Ooooooh! That’s the stuff to give the troops, isn’t it, Jeeves? Oh, my sainted aunts, that feels good. Oh, you needn’t hold the pride of the Wooster unless…unless…you fancy it.”
“Are you quite relieved, sir? No more distress?”
“Uh, oh, well, yes, uh, Jeeves, that rubbing?”
“This rubbing, sir?”
“Yes, your hand, just like that, back and forth, right across the old water bottle, yes, below the belt but above the, uh, faucet, you know, it feels quite wonderful, Jeeves. Oh!”
“I’ve got you, sir.”
“The knees seem to have gone on strike, Jeeves.”
“Understandable, sir.”
“Is it? Jeeves, is that…? I mean to say, are you…?”
“I’m sorry, sir. Very sorry. Please forgive me. Most unseemly. I’ll ring the garage.”
“Jeeves, stop. Don’t go. Please. Let me give you some relief, too. Oh, you are massive, Jeeves.”
“You flatter me, sir.”
“Jeeves, I’m going to much more than flatter. Now, spit!”
“Oh, sir?! Very well. Pfft! Oh, oh…”
“What’s the word I want, Jeeves?”
“Omorashi, sir. It’s from the Japanese.”
“Omorashi? Marvelous culture, the Japanese. And they have a word for everything, including ‘I’ve got a bally gorgeous prick in my hand that I’m going to stroke ‘til it spends.’”
“Not quite, sir. I’ll explain later. Oh, oh…”
Re: Fill #2 (or #3 depending) Desperate Bertie/ Turned on Jeeves; no accident, dialogue only
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