I imagine a few people are tired of the stories I have been putting up... but I hope a few actually enjoy what I write. this is a little something I wrote up in my spare time... enjoy.
1817 Britain
Charlotte Jefferson stands aglow in the candlelit ballroom of the Duke of Cumberland’s fine townhouse. She stands surrounded by many if not all the single and well-to-do bachelors of Londons Aristocratic society.
Charlotte Jefferson is the Mistress of the Earl of Campbell. Many or most would call this Earl a shameless cad (the women of society that is) the menfolk all seen him as a lucky man. To have Miss Jefferson their mistress.
Charlotte herself stands five foot six inches. She is adorned in a beautiful crimson dress with light pink trim around the edges. Her blond hair spun around in a high crowned bun with a few thick lengths cascading down the back of her neck.
Smiling as she bathes in the attention of the four men before her. Each of them rich handsome bachelors. All these four men were candidates to be her men should the Earl of Campbell tire of her. Or maybe a second caller should she wish it. Charlotte thinks to herself biting her lips.
“Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to use the powder room”
“Shall I escort you” the first man steps forward pushing past his peers before long each of the four men volunteer their services.
“No thank you gentlemen I shall return” she smiles at them and turns to stroll away. Smiling cheekily as she left. Men can be easily manipulated some times she felt like a puppeteer. Dangling a string to make them dance and prance around.
The Earl of Campbell. Is a kind and considerate lover. The man seen to all her needs a nice little townhouse for her to live a few servants to tend her. Even an allowance for her to live by and he often gifted her with beautiful trinkets and gowns for her.
Twenty minutes later.
Leaving the powder room refreshed and feeling well. Charlotte was ready to take up a dance with someone. Maybe just maybe, she could flaunt her bosom before the Earl and make a special promise if he took time away from his associates to dance with her.
Walking around the floor Charlotte kept composure as she walks around the gentlemen gatherings looking for the Earl. A small knot grew in her stomach as she did not find him. Usually, the man was easily spotted she could always recognize his bottom even in his breeches.
“Forgive me milady you seem quite distressed” a gentleman spoke causing Charlotte to turn and face a gentleman standing beside her dressed in fine military garb.
“I am looking for my escort, sir...” Charlotte spoke mildly breathless before the man himself turns and glimpses around.
“And who is your escort milady, I will be happy to assist” the woman drew a deep breath. She knew this kind of man. Young, strong, brave, and always, always willing to help the distressed damsel of a situation.
“The Earl of Campbell, I am his mistress” she informs the man to let the man know he was not dealing with an Earl's sister or cousin. A gentleman’s mistress was often considered as a possession. A gentleman's belonging. Were another man to claim her. It would be grounds for a duel.
“The Earl of Campbell, I do not know the gentleman milady, but may I recommend you join me to the beverage table we shall get you a drink to calm yourself while I find your man”
Charlotte had not thought of drinking but the offer was quite kind.
“Yes thank you” she breathes and the officer raises his arm and Charlotte accepts his arm and walks around the floor guiding her around the big crowds of gentlemen.
“Champagne?” nodding the gentlemen bends down taking two glasses of champagne handing one to her and holding the other he smiles
“Please wait here milady”
“Thank you officer” giving his head a genteel nod he turns and makes for the cluster of men. Losing vision of him in the sea of black suits. Charlotte began to take gentle sips of her champagne. Men were often kindly creatures she found at least when they wanted something. And she could forecast what each man wanted from her.
Drinking champagne the concern in her mind began to ease and she felt calm. And almost tranquil as she found herself beginning to feel very drowsy. She was not a lightweight when it came to wines and some brandy’s
Soon the vision began to blur and she felt herself beginning to sag. Dropping her glass she clutches the table trying to keep standing. She found herself blackening out. Collapsing she felt a strong arm around her middle before being risen. And she fell into blackness.
A few hours later.
Opening her eyes a dark room she lay comfortably on the bed however her hands felt more than mildly uncomfortable her left hand was grabbing at her right and both wrists were bound by thin little binds.
“Wuphf!” alarm fills her as she tried to talk and her mouth struggled to speak. Looking down a cloth that hid below her nose. A damp cloth filling her mouth trying to speak into the cloth.
Frustration grew almost arrogance as she risen to her knees looking around the woman's gaze fell to her dress and apparel. All she was now dressed in was her chemise and her purple corset.
“Hephf!”
“Hyphf... hephf mphf!” the woman began to scream. Testing her bonds she began to crawl off the bed and onto her two feet making two steps she found her leg was bound to the bed. Now she was in fury railing against her bonds and wailing into her gag she let all her energy out before falling on her knees next to the foot post of the bed.
“Are you done?” a low gravel-like voice comes from the corner making Charlotte glance up
“Whphf arphf yuphf?” the woman speaks standing up only to back away as far as the rope would allow.
“Whaphf duphf yuphf waphf wuphf mephf?” shaking her bound wrists grimacing she looks into the shadow watching as the dark man shifted in his chair.
“Taphf phiph ophf phpo uphf caphf taphf wiphf yuphg?” the man stands up and Charlotte backed into the wall truly wishing she could conjure a weapon to repel him. But now he stood in half moonlight.
He was handsome in a strange arrogant way. High boned cheeks a strong chin thick blond hair that hung down around his left side. His shoulders were wide and his chest strong with the muscle of his body. The man stood in a white dress shirt opened at the top revealing the fine chest hairs of his body.
Dark pants illuminate the man's long legs and a pair of boots not traditional men's shoes. Which surprised Charlotte the man wore thigh-high riding boots. His spurs had been taken off. Suddenly those gleaming black riding boots began to stride towards her.
Approaching another chair the man sat down only now he was closer and in view. The man held striking pale blue eyes calm and concentrated Charlotte finds herself thinking of what the man would want with her. He was handsome, if he wanted to have his way with her, she would comply she doubted she would hate the encounter.
“Do you recognize me?” the man's voice spoke softly. The voice rang only a small hint of recollection. Stepping forward slowly.
“Thphf paphfee” he was the officer, the soldier who had escorted her to the champagne table. She was played by a simple soldier? Embarrassment made her blush as she remembered boasting being able to manipulate men. Only to have a man manipulate her with relative ease.
“Come here so I can take the gag off and we can speak properly” the woman was reluctant. What was he going to do to her once the gag was off? Slap her? Punch her? Kiss her?
Trying to form her concentration and calmness she steps her head held high approaching him. She falls to her knees and looks up to the man as if to appeal to his dominance. Make him feel nice and big and he will reward her. Somehow.
The man reaches forward unknotting the scarf from behind her hair pulling it free he drapes the scarf over his knee and gently pulls the damp cloth from her mouth. Charlotte attempted to speak before a small raspy charcoal crackle came from her mouth.
“Do not speak I will be back with water”
Water. So he would reward her submission with kindness. It was a common theory of dealing with men who approach. If she gives them a display of dominance they will act one of two ways, Grovel like a puppy yearning for their mother's teet. Or demonstrate physically how dominant the man was.
Showing a man submission. Charlotte had learned from the men of the court. If she obeyed their dominance without quibble they will reward her or command for more. Charlotte was quite pleased she had not missed her guess.
By now the man had set himself above her taking a cup to her lips gingerly raising it to allow the water to dribble into her mouth. The water was warm but refreshing all the same. Looking up to the man Charlotte withdrew her lips to inform the man she had enough.
Dropping the cup on the table the man sits down across from her again.
“Do you remember me?”
“The party?” Charlotte spoke again looking into the man's lips refusing to look into his eyes. Such a thing could be considered a challenge. The way he had her bound and tethered she did not want to gouge him.
“I am mildly disappointed, though I should not be surprised. You have not seen me since I was sixteen years old” the woman's eyebrows lower she had tried to think how old the man is he could be a little older than twenty-seven maybe twenty-nine.
“It is a surprise for a soldier to come home to find his older sister has become a Gentleman’s mistress” Sister! Suddenly it came to her and Charlotte found her expression softened. The man before her could be no one other than Samuel her little brother.
“I am home Charlotte” the woman rushed forward bound hands behind her driving herself into the man's torso to allow his arms around her back. Holding her close the man hugged tightly kissing her cheek the man took a deep breath.
“I thought... I did not know what to think I did not receive word of you?”
“Because I did not know where to write you love” the man cups her chin and he runs a hand over her cheek. She did not know she was crying until then. Setting her back down the woman began to stagger her words trying to find the words to speak.
“what is... why did... how...” so many questions everything was pushing her mind before the binds hug her wrists together she found her thoughts focussing again.
“What was with the great abduction? The sleeping powder in the champagne?”
“I did not want our reunion to take place before the ten thousand wagging tongues of London socialites” smiling Charlotte agreed this was much more wonderful than any grand declaration before her.
“The gag?”
“I figured you would scream the place down should you wake before I came into the room I was asleep when you screamed” Charlotte began to smile than looking to her ankle rope binding her to the bedpost.
“The leg rope?”
“To keep you from running away” nodding Charlotte looks down knowing her she would have tried to escape even in her undress. Smiling she demonstrates her hands behind her back.
“And these?”
“So you did not hurt yourself” a heavy sigh escapes her lips before sitting forward looking back cheekily “well now with that out of the way, can we please untie me?”
Smiling the man sat behind her and began to untie her ankle first then the foot of the bed.
“Who undressed me?”
“I did, I had no maids available at the time I will have one here for you in the morning fret not”
“Oh I do fret little brother, what of the Earl of Campbell I am certain he will be infuriated to find me missing” the man gave a gentle nod “I have alerted the Earl, he knows you are safe with your brother”
“I have a question I want to ask you and I need it in earnest” the man spoke removing the ropes from his sister's hands taking her elbow tucking her into the bed. Samuel sat on the edge and Charlotte sat up to look her brother in the eye.
“What is so important that you could not wait for daylight this would seem most inappropriate for most” Charlotte teases and Samuel looks down blushing gently.
“When I came to London and learned you are a mistress I have to ask, do you enjoy being a mistress?” Charlotte looks to her brother seeing a few lines in his expression she could only recognize as sincerity and a dose of severity.
“I am provided for, I am given everything I need and what I could wish for and I do not have a man to command me I feel mildly free” Charlotte beams at her little brother and the man nods.
“and this Earl of Campbell he treats you well?”
“Very well little brother is that... concern on your face”
“It is Charlotte I had heard you were a mistress his mistress.... my first instinct was to call him out for a duel” alarm sprang to Charlotte as she jumps forward placing a hand on her brother's shoulder.
“No there is no need Samuel the Earl of Campbell is a gentle and kind lover you need not fight him...” the man nods
“Alright but tomorrow I insist on meeting him”
“Who am I to refuse little brother” feeling a huge weight lifted from his chest Samuel stands up and glances to his older sister
“until tomorrow sister” the man speaks walking for the door.
“Wait!” Stopping Samuel turns curiously his gaze settling on her smiling gently folding his hands in front.
“Come here little brother” the man crosses the room and places one knee on the bed and Charlotte wraps her arms around him. Pulling him down the man crashes on top of her “rest here for tonight”
“Why?”
“I am afraid this will be some god-awful dream I concocted with champagne and excitement” she whispers and Samuel nods “very well sister” removing his boots Samuel lays down next to his sister. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“I remember laying in bed with you in our mother's cottage” Charlotte grins looking to the ceiling and Samuel nods “I recall running to your room when the thunderstorms brew overhead’ he two smiles as they fall to sleep as they did as children.
Early the next morning.
The Earl of Campbell. Stands a tall older man with narrow shoulders and a lean athletic body. He had been pacing frantically when Charlotte had not returned and seemed more than mildly upset when a messenger bearing the news that Charlotte was under her ‘brothers’ protection.
But he was shocked beyond belief when a carriage arrives at the townhouse. The footmen jump down to help a sturdy wide-shouldered young man from the carriage. Turning he in turn assisted his Charlotte from the wagon.
“Oh my dear are you well are you hurt”
“No, my dear, my captor treated me quite kindly. Your grace might I introduce you to my brother Samuel Jefferson of the British army”
“Formerly the Royal rifles milord” the man gave a polite bow and the Earl glanced at her then turned to her brother.
“Very well Mr. Jefferson come inside we can have some tea and you can explain your actions last night”
“As you wish milord” the man enters the townhouse and they were ushered to a dining room where the soldier explained what he did and his intentions. It seems there are a lot of questions concerning a Captured Mistress.
That evening. The three sat together and shared a generous meal. The Earl was ecstatic to have Charlotte returned safely to him. And even more so to learn she held a little brother of military bearing.
However. Once dessert was passed out and the servants excused themselves to allow their Lord and his guests to sit quietly. The woman leans over to whisper in her lover's ear.
“There is something you and I need to try, in the bedroom” the Earl's eyebrow cocked as the Mistress sits back smiling to herself. It was quite terrifying but after she learned she was no longer in danger it was quite amusing having her ability to move restrained. And she imagined having a gag over her mouth would keep her from screaming and informing the servants that he was ravishing his mistress.
Charlotte grins glancing at her little brother who was intently listening to the Earl. I will need to find a young lady suitable for him.
the Captured Courtesan. M/F
This is a great setup Wyatt! Is there a next part coming up 
I think it was good read!
