"I saw you with my husband last night."
"Of course Madam, I serve his Highness."
"He was serving you."
The footman's face went bright red.
"I see madam."
Perkins was an average little runt of a servant, one she had never fancied, yet despite her desire for a child, her husband, His Highness had chosen to waste precious seed on this, this, she could not find the words.
She eased her skirt down showing her tiny black knickers, then eased aside the thin fabric to reveal her hairless vulva.
"This Perkins, is a Cunt, this is where his Highnesses seed should be deposited, and here," she turned.
"Is an arsehole."
His look of discomfort was obvious.
"What is it Perkins."
"I have come in my pants Madam."
"Good, now run along."
She allowed an hour.
She rang for a mineral water, and asked that Perkins should bring it.
"Perkins, you disgraced yourself earlier, so I have obtained a contraption,"
The Kilmer jar was at the bedside.
"It is for surplus semen, have you any."
"No Madam."
She lay back on the bed revealing her crotch again.
"I can see the bulge you silly man, now don't come in your pants whip the disgusting appendage out and we will relieve you into the jar."
She approached with the jar and he undid the buttons of his uniform dress and his rigid five inch prick spurted uncontrollably splashing the sides of the jar.
"That's better all safe," and she snapped the lid shut.
An hour passed, "Toast," she ordered
She wore a negligee, black see through, expensive, he entered.
"Perkins where is your erection."
"Sorry Madam, my what?"
"Your penis, Perkins, languishing flacid."
"Yes Madam, my bolt, I fear, is shot."
"Show me."
He fumbled the buttons and extracted the member; it stirred from its slumber.
She slid from the bed and stood before him, then kneeling she breathed her hot breath over him,
His Penis strained, to its full size, she held the jar ready to catch his jism.
"You may wank, Perkins."
She stroked her left breast with her free hand as she held the container,
He gripped his shaft and before he had time to enjoy the experience he shuddered and his thin watery seed tumbled into the Jar.
"You can fuck me if you like" she said.
His tool drooped uselessly.
"That is very disrespectful; I was considered one of the most desirable women in a newspaper poll, remember?"
Sadly he left her,
Her Husband returned and bells rang and in a flurry of activity servants rushed around food was found, his shower checked for temperature, his dresser found the next outfit and prepared to undress then dress him.
She called for Perkins again.
"Well, that indiscipline."
"Madam?"
"Your refusal to fuck me."
"Madam."
"Trousers down Perkins."
He followed her instructions and she rolled a condom on his half erect tool.
Her mouth gripped his shaft and he stiffened slightly then watery sperm oozed and he shrank.
"I am immensely disappointed Perkins."
She drained the condom's contents into a jar.
He bowed hitching up his trousers and left.
She listened with amusement to the faint sounds of argument; she donned an immense full length Dressing Gown, and went to her husband's room.
Perkins' embarrassment was total. His Highness kneeling before him trying with mouth and tongue to stir life from the footman's flaccid prick.
"Is this what you want?"
She held the jar, stale cold congealed spunk oozed down it's sides as she twisted it stirring the contents.
"You bloody selfish bitch"
"Me selfish!"
