Lessons in Manners

Lord Markas looked out onto the courtyard, at the now barren trees and lazily watched the progression of snow as it built up over the grass. The roaring fire kept the chill out of his office, but the guards outside were starting to wear more wool then steel.

“I hope that the winter is mild this year, but I doubt that will be the case,” said Sir Steven, putting down his morning stack of parchment.

“No, on the contrary, I hope the snow is heavy, so heavy that we can’t open the front door.” Markas replied, picking up the papers but keeping his spot staring out the window.

“And why is that?”

“Simple, there is nothing more dangerous then peasants with nothing to do. Most revolts are started in taverns for a reason, but if everybody is snowed in then what can they do? Social change always needs warm enough weather.”

“Indeed,” said Steven, “but there won’t much for us to do as well, everything grinds to a halt, even visitors are few and far between.”

Markas nodded, “has the grain storage quota been met?”

“For the most part sire, in all but two towns, but even in those places the local officials will have enough to eat.”

“No, shift some of the surplus around, and before the snow makes the roads impassable. Some peasants may die from cold, but they will not die from hunger.”

Steven gave a slight smile, “How generous of you my lord.”

Markas shrugged, “A starving man is a man with nothing to lose, even in the snow. Now what about the servants?”

“Some are going home for the winter, but enough are staying so there shouldn’t be any kind of labor shortage. Oh, and never fear your new toy is staying right where she is.”

Markas turned quickly and raised an eyebrow, “When did you….. Heh there is no reason to be surprised, I’m sure a snowflake doesn’t fall without your notice. So, do you disapprove?”

“Not particularly, it doesn’t really cost anything and it’s fairly simple to keep quiet. However if you take up bathing in the blood of virgins then we will certainly have a problem.”

Markas chuckled, “Have no fear of that, I have never maimed, scarred nor ruined any of them for marriage. But I do wonder, why do you mention it now?”

“Before it was singular instances, but this Ellie you have not only had more than one encounter but continue to keep her on, it’s unusual for you.”

At this Markas outright laughed, “My wise Sir Steven, do you face a mystery you cannot solve? Well as soon as I find out myself I may be generous enough to tell you.”



The session of court was a complete bore, most of the officials had already retired to their lands for the winter and nobody would come with business unless they intended to stay for a very long time. Markas ended early, it wasn’t going to get any more lively and he started to see the wisdom in hibernation.

When Markas got to his room he took off his coat and shivered from the cold. Wait but it shouldn’t be cold, at least in his room the fire should be kept up. It wasn’t though; the fire in the huge fireplace was down to embers, not acceptable at all. In about ten minutes Ellie was summoned to his chambers, he was sitting in a large armchair facing the fireplace with its back to her.

“It’s cold in my room, can you please explain why this happens to be?” Markas asked.

“M’lord, we’ve been running low on firewood, so the taskmaster explained to us that wood should not be used unless it was necessary and that we shouldn’t waste it. Like heating rooms with nobody in them, I’m sorry sire I knew you would be upset…..” Ellie said.

Markas sighed, “If you knew it upset me why didn’t you tell the taskmaster that my room would be an exception?”
“…….. I just didn’t feel it was my place sire.”

“Ellie, you’re my personal servant, if you won’t speak up for my needs then who will? Perhaps you are loyal, but if you will not communicate that then you are no better then a dog…..” Markas trailed off into thought.

Markas got up in a rush and quickly past her as she stood there. Opening the door slightly he started to mumble with the guard at length.

“Are you sure sire?” the guard asked.

“Do it.”
“Yes M’lord.”

Markas came back to where she was standing. She was trembling now, she had learned that something was coming, although she didn’t know what. Ellie was certain she would be taken to the dungeon anytime now.

“You really are no better then a dog you know that?” Markas said, “And perhaps you should be treated as such.”
Markas turned the chair around and sat down, she was still standing there now unsure what was going on.

“Please sire, I—“

“Silence,” Markas said, “I have yet seen a bitch that can speak the language of man, and you are no exception. Also I have yet to seen one dressed in clothing, so take it off.”

Ellie prepared to say something, then bit her tongue to stop herself. She began to untie the laces in the back, from the top to the bottom. The dress around her breasts became less form fitting, as the fabric became more loss. She pulled at a sleeve, then another, as her arms became free the upper portion of the dress fell down in front of her, revealing her large breasts. She pulled down on the skirt and her clothing slid down her legs to the floor.

All was left was her panties, but from the look that Markas was giving he expected all of it, and she slid those down from between her legs to the floor. Now completely naked she started to shiver because of the cold.

“I usually don’t see dogs move on their hind legs, they tend to stand on all fours, right?” Markas said.

Ellie brought her knees down on top of her dress, and then fell on her palms to stand like a dog.
“You seem to make a better bitch then a girl, I—“ Markas said, but a knock came to the door.

He walked past her and let the door open, the guard came in and placed dinner on the table, then also several items. Despite the naked Ellie on all fours he acted like she wasn’t even there, and quickly left. Markas picked up one of those items and moved closer.

She wouldn’t stop looking down, out of both fear and humiliation. She felt his hands on her neck, but also rough leather. As she felt the band tighten she realized that Markas was putting a dog collar on her neck.

“Now, it’s time for dinner, I haven’t had much of anything all day.” He said, sitting down to the small table. She looked up puzzled, but then he took a second plate and put it on the ground.

“You had better eat too, there won’t be any more until morning.” Markas said, and then started to eat.
She crawled over to see what it was, a heavy stew that they probably did feed the hunting dogs with. She reached out to pick up a bit of meat.

“I’ve never seen a dog eat with their paws, always with their mouths.” Markas said, never bothering to even look down.

Ellie brought her face down and tried to eat, but it was difficult. The sauce got everywhere, covering her face with each bite, but she was starving and this was the only dinner she was probably going to get. It was sticky and warm, but wasn’t bad, maybe even better then what the servants usually ate. By the end she finished nearly all of it.

“Well, dogs can be so messy, but I suppose it can’t be helped.” Markas said, and pulled out his handkerchief.
He used one hand to hold her under the chin, and cleaned her face of the leftovers. When he was done he patted her on the head, and scratched behind her ear. Markas started to pet her, moving his hand down her bare back, coming back up again and scratching the nap of her neck.

Markas took from the table a leather leash, which he then attached to her collar. Holding the leash with one hand he came down to the ground and continued to pet her. He rubbed her belly and massaged her breasts, which got a moan out of her. Ellie stayed in a four legged standing position, and he moved all over her body like examining a show animal.

He moved up and down each leg, feeling the goose bumps on her inner thigh, and then feeling her chest. Markas checked her arms, and lifted each hand as if it were a paw, nodding in satisfaction he forced open her mouth and inspected her teeth. He traced her hairline and rubbed her ear in circles, almost forgetting herself she nearly purred. Markas placed his hand on her head and patted, but while she was distracted he moved the leash from her neck, down her mid-section and between her legs. She didn’t notice until be brought it back up in a loop and tugged it upward.

The leather rubbed between her legs and she could feel it slightly inside. He continued to pull and rub by controlling it by the end of the leash, and she started to moan and sway. He moved it back and forth, back and forth, and she became more excited every time. Ellie started to pant, and let her tongue roll out of her mouth and she breathed heavily. Markas moved around but didn’t let up.

Ellie was having a hard time staying in her position, but managed it, even with what she was feeling between her legs. While holding the leash, Markas pushed with his thumb on the leash where it curved, pushing the leather strap inside. Ellie’s arms gave out and her chest hit the floor. He put his thumb in farther and she moaned so loud it could be mistaken for a scream. Markas didn’t stop, but went faster going in and out, pushing her into the ground. She was shaking all over, and Markas held one of her legs so she wouldn’t slide forward.

She was panting and moaning at the same time, and it grew louder. Then her legs shook heavily, and she screamed as the leash was soaked in new wetness. Markas stopped there, and Ellie completely collapsed to the ground. He took off the leash but left the collar, then without a second thought cleaned off his hand and began to dress for bed.

“When I was a child I had a favorite hunting dog,” Markas said, “So much so that I let him sleep at the foot of my bed.” Markas patted her on the head.
“I think I will allow it again.”

With the embers dying out Markas climbed into bed. Ellie, still naked and with the dog collar on, settled at the foot of the large bed, curled into a ball, and fell asleep.



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Sammo_00: Especially by our modern standards Markas is a complete ass, but considering the standards of medieval lords he’s actually tame. His habits don’t cause the general suffering of his people, so they’ll let it go. Will he get punished for what he’s done, probably not but you never know.

WanderingKnightsFire: Will they have sex? I honestly believe so, when I’m not sure but sexuality tends to go in a forward direction.

To Toby, l\'etje, and ONYXBLACK: Thank You for the support, I really appreciate it.