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Ever since the first world war, British aristocrats have looked to America for money to shore up their dwindling fortunes. Dozens of young ladies were married off to wealth American businessmen, and not a few shrewd young men proposed to wealthy American heiresses.
Leith's family had been no different. His grandfather had married an American woman, which saved the family from financial ruin. Although his father, Robert, was not as careful with the family fortune, he was concerned about preserving the family title and estate. When Leith's older brother died with only a six-month-old girl and a Scottish commoner widow as heirs, and with his own health failing, Robert called me with a plan.
The laws had changed in recent years, and Robert now had the ability to decide who would get the title. He could not giving it to an infant girl with no ability to pay the death taxes, but he could give it to me. I was an American with more than modest means, I had been good friends in college with Robert's youngest brother, and although it was in London, I was at least living in the UK. That would have to do. Robert offered me Leith's hand in marriage, and in exchange I would become the 12th Baron of Dornoch, with all the land that Robert held. The caveats were that I would pay the taxes and other debts, I would let Robert remain living there until his death, and upon my death, Leith's niece would become the Baroness of Dornoch.
Although I was flattered by the offer, I thought it a bit strange that Robert was essentially selling me his son without his son being involved. I asked to go on a walk alone with Leith, and Robert granted my request. He summoned his son and demanded he kneel before me, his new master, which he did. Robert then left us alone, and I let the boy out to the garden.
I wasn't quite sure what to say to Leith, so I was glad he spoke first. He told me he knew what his father had offered. He told me he had always been a dutiful and obedient son, and he would be a dutiful and obedient wife to me. He then warned me that he was not a virgin, that he had been sexually active since he was 16, a few times with men, but always as a top. He understood that once I owned him, he would only have sex with my consent. He did not expect me to be monogamous, but he asked that I not to have sex with others in our bed. Although he had never been a bottom, but he promised he would do whatever I wanted. In exchange, all he asked was that I take good care of his family.
I asked him why he was willing to give up so much, and he said he wasn't giving up anything at all. He was protecting and ensuring the survival of his family. Tradition was important to him as it was to his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and all the way back.
I reached up under his kilt and grabbed his ass. "I think I'm going to like it here," I said to him, not indicating whether I meant the land, his ass, or both.
"I will see to it that you do, My Lord," he replied.
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Ever since the first world war, British aristocrats have looked to America for money to shore up their dwindling fortunes. Dozens of young ladies were married off to wealth American businessmen, and not a few shrewd young men proposed to wealthy American heiresses.
Leith's family had been no different. His grandfather had married an American woman, which saved the family from financial ruin. Although his father, Robert, was not as careful with the family fortune, he was concerned about preserving the family title and estate. When Leith's older brother died with only a six-month-old girl and a Scottish commoner widow as heirs, and with his own health failing, Robert called me with a plan.
The laws had changed in recent years, and Robert now had the ability to decide who would get the title. He could not giving it to an infant girl with no ability to pay the death taxes, but he could give it to me. I was an American with more than modest means, I had been good friends in college with Robert's youngest brother, and although it was in London, I was at least living in the UK. That would have to do. Robert offered me Leith's hand in marriage, and in exchange I would become the 12th Baron of Dornoch, with all the land that Robert held. The caveats were that I would pay the taxes and other debts, I would let Robert remain living there until his death, and upon my death, Leith's niece would become the Baroness of Dornoch.
Although I was flattered by the offer, I thought it a bit strange that Robert was essentially selling me his son without his son being involved. I asked to go on a walk alone with Leith, and Robert granted my request. He summoned his son and demanded he kneel before me, his new master, which he did. Robert then left us alone, and I let the boy out to the garden.
I wasn't quite sure what to say to Leith, so I was glad he spoke first. He told me he knew what his father had offered. He told me he had always been a dutiful and obedient son, and he would be a dutiful and obedient wife to me. He then warned me that he was not a virgin, that he had been sexually active since he was 16, a few times with men, but always as a top. He understood that once I owned him, he would only have sex with my consent. He did not expect me to be monogamous, but he asked that I not to have sex with others in our bed. Although he had never been a bottom, but he promised he would do whatever I wanted. In exchange, all he asked was that I take good care of his family.
I asked him why he was willing to give up so much, and he said he wasn't giving up anything at all. He was protecting and ensuring the survival of his family. Tradition was important to him as it was to his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and all the way back.
I reached up under his kilt and grabbed his ass. "I think I'm going to like it here," I said to him, not indicating whether I meant the land, his ass, or both.
"I will see to it that you do, My Lord," he replied.
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