Daisies and Lillies - Youthful Heart
by Anonymous
Copyright© 2025 by Anonymous
Erotica Sex Story: The narrator describes his father’s lifestyle and the strict rules governing the household, where women served as servants and concubines.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Lesbian BiSexual BDSM Humiliation Sadistic Harem Orgy Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Prostitution .
Oh! Talk not to me of a name great in story,
The days of our youth are the days of our glory. (Lord Byron)
The early childhood experiences are so powerful that they remain buried deep in the human memory long after their happening. I am recounting some early recollections that are fresh in my mind as they were decades ago.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
(We look back and forth and grieve for things we could not possess or achieve.) (Shelley)
I was young in time. My father was the ruler of a very large and powerful state which was situated near the borders of Nepal. However, in words only, the entire territory and its treasures had been forcefully usurped by the English marauders, and only some internal control of the state was left to us. That great amity was a friendly gesture for voluntarily gifting the state to the British Crown.
Though all political and civil protocols were provided to him, he was toiling under the sway of the British Empire, and any major decision strictly needed the approval of the Viceroy.
Her Majesty, in his all-benevolence, had decorated him with various high-voiced titles for his meritorious service of keeping a ‘neutral posture’ towards the atrocities which were perpetrated by the English forces on the enslaved Indians. In fact, stripped of all his lands and military powers, he had very little choice in the matter. He, being a very astute statesman, never antagonised the British; therefore, enjoyed more confessions and powers than any other contemporary ruler who, out of animosity, called him the Queen’s pawn.
He was a foreign-educated, thoroughbred, and a remarkably generous gentleman. He was a tall, well-built, and a very handsome person, known for his meticulous dressing, aesthetic sense, and soft manners. He was extremely popular among women who hovered around him like bees.
Incidentally, he was averse to alcoholic drinks, not by reason of any...
Heaven’s forbiddance, but for the simple objective that it always distressed his stomach and restricted him to the bed.
My mother, a very beautiful but a simple woman, could not tolerate the faltering of this performed lady-killer and had withdrawn from him to stay with her wealthy parents.
‘Though she was only a fleeting glory; No god can erase her from my memory!’
To provide luxury to my barren life, she had bequeathed me with a king-size steel vault full of gold ingots, sovereigns, jewellery, and countless stacks of British and Indian currency notes. Ironically, the most needed wealth, the love of parents, was not within my domain.
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thought.
[Our best happy moments are tinged with some pain. Our best songs are those which portray the saddest events.] (Shelley)
Our town was surrounded by lofty mountains, natural beauty, and an intemperate climate. The summers were excellent, but the winters extremely cold with a long period of snowfall, and the whole valley remained frozen in the snowy season. The inhabitants of these nearby mountains were of such a vicious disposition that even the Government avoided a direct confrontation with their private laws and customs.
Their women were extremely fair and beautiful, though thoroughly promiscuous, but beyond the reach of a common man outside their tribe.
In the summer seasons, they usually came to the plains to farm the fields or be employed by rich families where they had clandestine affairs with their masters and mothered their bastard children. The penalty of their being discovered was expulsion from the tribe or a silent death, and the guilty male, but a British Indian subject, was comparatively safe. The administration had specific warnings to the local inhabitants to avoid such incidents, and in case of non-compliance, undertook no guarantee of their safety.
We lived with our grandeur in our ancestral palatial mansion, which was handed down from father to son. The building was constructed on an old Indian architectural design, and its tall marbled Corinthian columns, gables, domes, and towers were visible from miles ahead.
The house had dozens of idle halls and rooms, but one special hall was more sacred than a church and kept under strict vigilance. It contained the family’s archives, large paintings of our ancestors and their battle outfits, commemorating the bygone glory. Hidden somewhere in the depth of this room, unknown even to me, was our family’s ancient treasure, which somehow my father had astutely concealed from the greedy eyes of the English robbers.
However, the guests were purposely shown this room, even if they were reluctant. The purpose was to ward off any suspicion as to its real significance.
There were two divans, private and public. The private divan, however, divested of its former celebrity, was used only when a delegation from the Viceroy called on my father. At the outer portion of the mansion, there was an open space large enough to accommodate a crowded assembly and was called the public divan. It served the purpose of holding the open Kutchery where my father, like a tiny god, decided the fate of humanity.
Though very generous and lenient with the poor, he always punished the erring ones. The men and old women were penalised to work in the fields, but the young women and girls, usually accused of adultery or elopement, were ordered to serve their servitude period in the mansion, but with a suitable salary.
The open portion of the building had large gardens, vast grassy lawns, wide-open spaces, and large oak trees, which were covered with dense, overhanging creepers. Amid these gardens, there was a large natural pond with a massive concrete bridge. There was also a network of private roads.
The servant quarters were located at the end of the house. They had no physical connection with the main building, and only an electrical bell served to call the maids to their duty. The entire area was surrounded by huge walls and armed guards, which was a protection against any unauthorised entry.
Behind those walls were our very vast cultivated lands and livestock to produce meat, vegetables, and other supplies, which generated a very handsome income. Next to that was a big stable that housed several fine horses of the rarest breed. Master was very fond of polo, but I relished long rides in the summer season and skirted the city in the early morning.
The playboy mentality of my father biased him from engaging males for the upkeep of the mansion, and they were not allowed even to set their feet in the compound. Consequently, an army of salaried maids, along with the other penalised females, slaved in the house, and none of them could ever leave the premises on any pretext whatsoever except by the personal grant of High Highness, the Big Master.
Those women were treated with great kindness and leniency, and all the amenities of life were at their doorstep. Their sole duty was to look after the house and please the Master.
They also sometimes had his exclusive guests, rich and handsome, who filled their pockets with money and empty nights with love. The women were extremely happy at that arrangement as they were highly paid, well-fed, and well-clothed. The Big Master, who was beyond the approach of an ordinary citizen, personally cared for their needs, gave them expensive jewels and gold coins when they made him happy. Once in the house, they never wanted to leave but with a sad and broken heart. It was a perfect harem, a collection of the most beautiful girls and women who tendered to our slightest ‘whim.’ In this arena of fairies and mermaids, I was a Raja Inder. I inherited a great deal from my father; in fact, I was a picture of his glorious youth. His giant physical proximity, his great mental abilities, his extreme sexual vigour, and perversion, which I used to the best of my competence.
The confines of our secluded house, coupled with the privilege of unlimited availability of women, awarded the Master excellent opportunities for fun and frolic. The greatest benefit occurred to me as the women’s young daughters and sisters usually lodged with us and were a part of the household. I made them my friends, and they gave me the freedom of exploring their hearts and handling their choicest parts.
The women wore peculiar broad-based loose petticoats with small and tight blouses, which were so, due to paucity of the fabric or as a custom, I could not gather. Some of them were wrapped in a sari that also served the purpose of a blouse, as they wore none.
The young, married, and unmarried mothers breast-fed their infants with full impunity. The children fondled, fiddled, and frolicked with their heavy breasts, sucked at the erect nipples, and did all sorts of things that I would have given a world to do. They were entirely off guard when performing the household chores, and I could view their dangling breasts, long nipples, and slippery thighs that their scanty apparels failed to hide.
The maids were very fond of drinking home-made beer and smoking rolled tobacco leaf mixed with some euphoric compound. When fully intoxicated, they burnt with the effect of the potion and to relieve the heat they would uncover their breasts, pull up their petticoats and carelessly throw their legs wide apart. At that moment, they were extremely aroused and would happily lay with any male in sight, old or young. I always got a complete view, for minutes together, of their silky soft thighs, hairy Mound of Venus, gleaming clitoris, thick lips and the hungry red gash which overflowed with the lecherous fluid.
There were such large varieties of cunts that I may not ably replicate them in a single volume. Some were big, the others enormous and some quite small and tempting. The lips of the larger ones were completely ruptured and the wide vaginas peeped like a dark unfathomable canal. The younger girls’ cunts had a clean Mound of Venus, the lips pasted together and the vagina almost invisible. However, the erect and protruding clitoris was always prominent and served as a beacon of invitation. The sight was extremely exciting and nerve-wracking. I was only a starved spectator who was completely devastated and left in bereavement at being devoid of the dainty fruits so near, yet, so out of reach.
They were completely oblivious of their nakedness and totally unconcerned with what their exhibition might cause to an idle beholder.
Differently, they would have cared even less if they suspected a peeping tom and might have prolonged, or improved their fanfare, to lure a young male to their service!
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