Claude's P.O.V
"Take off your clothes, Claude." She ordered me.
"Yes, milady." I removed my already wet clothes and stripped down to my underwear.
"Take that off too." She pointed lightly at my boxer and I removed it as well. It was not the first time she had seen me naked but each time, it still made my heart skip beats. I didn't even know what kind of punishment she would inflict upon me this time but I was excited.
"Hm, look at that. How lecherous." She slapped my duck with her wooden fan and I groaned in pain and pleasure.
"You seem to be enjoying this more than I do. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I wonder what the other staff would say if they look at you like this. The young head butler is such a perverted slut inside." She mocked me. The thought alone heightened my arousal even more.
She was right. I wondered what those people would be thinking if they saw how pathetic I looked.
I had always presented myself as a respectable man and professional butler around others. But deep down, I've always had a craving.
A craving to be used, abused, humiliated, tortured and treated like a piece of mindless slave.
I developed it during early teenagehood before I entered the Vedora mansion to serve as a butler. One I discovered after getting slapped by a woman whose love confession I rejected.
Instead of pain, I felt arousal from the slap. It made me curious so I looked deeper into it and experimented more until I admitted to myself that I was a masochist. An extreme masochist.
To vent my built up desire, I took a lot of martial classes to feel the pain. I ended up becoming really good at it I rarely got hit anymore. I entered the mansion at fifteen as an apprentice butler and started serving as her personal butler when I was eighteen.
I could only watch her from afar, barely making any close communication with her. She had always had a bit of a temper so the staff inside the mansion often resigned and replaced except for a few senior ones.
Most people thought of milady as a cold and cruel woman. They weren't wrong. However, those traits in her that, others despised I loved. Because I wanted to feel pain and I knew she could give it to me.
But it was not the only reason why I became fascinated with her. I also knew deep down she was a hard working woman and intelligent who cared a lot about the family's business and the household. She was just tired from all the responsibilities she had to bear.
While others did their best to stay away from her, I wanted to get close to her. I wanted to help her and made her life easier.
I wanted to serve her.
At first, I had no intention of revealing this side of mine to her. I did everything I could to get on her good side, as normally as possible.
Until I could no longer hide my true self from her. I offered my body as a punch bag to her. She accepted it and the rest was history.
"Now get on all four." She ordered. Her voice snapped me back to the present and I nodded. I got on all four like a dog and patiently waited for her next command. She went over to the side of her bed and grabbed a piece of cloth.
"I'm going to blindfold you." She tied the cloth around my eyes and I lost my vision. Everything was dark but my other senses heightened. I could feel her warm breath on my ears.
I could hear her sitting on the bed from the creaking of the wood. I could also hear the sound of the whip on her hand which accidentally brushed against the side of the bed.
