Pru Porretta as Lady Godive

by Daddywolfe longhairclub

Lady Godiva: a tale inspired by Leona

My name is Cedric Horsetrot, just a simple English peasant. In the warm summer of the year of our Lord 1057 I was employed in Coventry by Leofric Godiva, Earl of Mercia. He charged me to care for the horses and serve as the personal valet to his wife, the lovely and proud Lady Godiva. For the most part she barely noticed my existence. Many women of my own lowly class considered me quite a handsome fellow but, for a noble woman of the highest order like the Lady Godiva I held no more importance than a wooden rack to hang a coat upon.

Now my lord the Earl Godiva was an extremely religious and God-fearing man. He commanded great respect and was given it by everyone; everyone that is, except for the independent and shrewish Lady Godiva. In fact, the two were a match made in Hades from the first day of their arranged married; him the solemnly pious, religious zealot and her quite the social butterfly, always fluttering from one party to the next. It wasn't long that summer until the entire household simmered in a slow heated conflict between the two.

For some strange reason, the Lady Godiva decided to use me, her humble servant Horsetrot as an outlet for her growing frustrations. She commenced to inflict upon me all manner of unpleasantries, yet always in the most subtle and underhanded ways. My Lady was far too refined and educated for overt cruelty, but she gleefully assigned me the heaviest labors and dirtiest tasks using the most cheerful manner. Moreover, these assignments usually arrived at the days end when I thought I'd finished my chores. As a father of seven with yet another wife lost to cholera just last year, I could ill afford to lose my position. Thus, I carried on.

Over the next weeks her tormenting grew worse. Through innuendo and sophisticated humor Lady Godiva went out of her way to degrade and humiliate me both in front of the staff and at her many social functions. To my greatest displeasure, during one particularly lavish party the Lady called on me as "horse-*****" in a loud voice. The whole room erupted in roaring laughter at my expense. Soon after, the entire household started calling me horse-***** behind my back; an uncomfortable situation to be sure but not my place to question my lords. So be it, I had hungry mouths to feed.

Now Lady Godiva truly owned a rare natural beauty but I had no idea about her hair until the day a maid fell ill and she called me in into her bed chamber to help arrange her elaborate hairstyle. I had always assumed most of these thick plaits and loops belonged to someone else at one time. Indeed, truly long hair was unheard of in the lower classes.  Not so in the case of Lady Godiva, for once unraveled her thick golden locks nearly reached the floor. It took over an hour for the three girls to twist and pile it upon her pretty head in some elaborate curled and braided configuration.

Observing the whole affair had a quite profound effect on me. For watching the lovely Lady Godiva smiling at me like a coquette, blanketed in a river of tresses while six dainty hands combed, brushed and preened the huge golden mass made my penis hard as stone; a fact not lost on Lady Godiva. Without warning she took her glass of chilly water and threw it on my crotch! The Lady and her maids burst out laughing and I left the room red-faced to dry myself off.

Unfortunately, after this incident the Lady Godiva's antics took on a more sexual and teasing nature. Since the Lady discovered, or rather provoked my special fascination with her hair she used it against me to her utmost advantage. I doubt whether my Lady had any true affection for me, no. On the contrary, her games were intended to arouse me in the worst possible public moment. Then Lady would disappear, exposing me to both huge embarrassment and the possible wrath of the Earl of Mercia himself should he ever conclude that I had some secret liaison with her. Mercifully, in mid-July Earl Godiva left for a fortnight along with half the house to visit church officials in London.

Free from her meddling husband The Lady Godiva organized a grand social affair for her female friends. Oddly, I was the only gentleman in the house called to serve, the rest of the men received liberty for the day. When I arrived in the kitchen, to my utter dismay, my Lady ordered me to strip off my clothes except for my shoes, and do it right there in front of the female help! In silent rage I complied. Then, the giggling chambermaids attached big donkey ears to my head, affixed a tail to my buttocks with a strap, and tied tin bell tied around my penis so that it rang as I walked. The girls also added a cord so the ladies attending the party might ring my ***** for service. As I stood there in my naked fury, one of the girls rang me as a test while the other five maids, guffawing and pointing, made great sport of me .

All the while the Lady Godiva smiled broadly very pleased with herself indeed. It was unconceivable to me that Christian women could act in such a debased fashion. However, before I had anymore time to reflect on my predicament the Lady Godiva sharply ordered me out on the floor. At this point I would have much preferred a trip to the gallows.

At the end of the most humiliating two hours of my life, my flanks stinging from the small straps issued to the guests, Lady Godiva stood me up on the large dining table for display. With great effort she pulled her massive, heavy braid from her snood and uncoiled it. It flopped to the ground with a thump. Try as I might to suppress myself, my penis swelled immediately. I simply could not control it. Even under the weight of the bell and leather cord it soon stood straight off my body like the branch on a tree.

Then the Lady Godiva draped a few feet of her the thick golden braid over my extended penis and commenced to slowly draw it side-to-side across the fat angry head as if she was shining a boot! The ladies around the table squealed in utter delight and cheered for me to come. Soon, I felt every knot of that huge rope bump over my penis like a washboard and watched the head grow so large and purple I thought it would burst! My whole body began to shake; Lady Godiva stepped out of my trajectory and with the tassel at the end of her mighty braid, tickled all over the engorged ***** head. Suddenly, one of the ladies behind me reached between my legs and caressed my balls! A huge wad of come shot violently out of my *****, for a distance of at least a yard and one-half! The remainder dribbled down and pooled by my feet in a large sticky mess. It was truly a most horrible experience.

Wisely, but at great cost to my family I avoided the Godiva house until the Earl returned. Finally, as Fate would have it Madame Brigantine, the tax collectors wife uncovered a most scandalous affair between her husband and the lovely Lady Godiva. Soon the matter became very public. Under huge pressures from his irate wife the Tax Collector Brigantine inflicted a massive levy on the Godiva estate. Naturally, the Earl Godiva was beyond outrage. He fumed about it for weeks until finally he was no longer able to contain his rage. I was working in the stables one afternoon when he gathered the household and announced right in the presence of his wife, that if the Lady Godiva chose to act like a common strumpet then he would see to it she got her wish!

The Earl briskly led his beautiful wife out to the lawns. There he ordered her chambermaids to roughly strip off her magnificent, hugely expensive dress along with it every stitch of clothing. Another maid spent the better part of 1/2 hour disassembling the Lady's complex braided coiffure, then brushed it all out into one massive golden sheet. Lady Godiva had not always been the easiest mistress to work for and I could see the great glee the chamber maids took in her shaming. At last, the proud Lady Godiva stood there next to a large heap of scraps, completely nude to the world covered only with the thick and lovely locks sweeping the grass at her feet. Only her leather slippers remained. She looked defiant as ever.

Not yet satisfied, the Earl laid his wife on her back on top of a table. As the entire house staff looked on, he spread her legs wide and had the house barber completely shave her neither regions with a straight razor! Again, the Lady submitted to this additional humiliation in a silent contained rage I knew all to well. The Lady Godiva's naked beauty far surpassed every forbidden fantasy the Devil ever put in my head; even in such a compromising state her lovliness defied description. With the most tremendous effort I focused my thoughts on the teachings of the Church in order to drive the Devil's thoughts from my head. Still, I could not help but watch. Deserved or not, I felt personally rather sorry for my Lady. After the barber finished shaving her womanhood completely bare she was allowed to stand. Upon release, she imediately hid herself once more beneath her hair. I believed Lady Godiva thought her ordeal was over but actually, it was only beginning.

As ordered, I retrieved a massive white charger from the stables and helped Lady Godiva climb aboard. The animal was so tall I needed to hold the lady's foot in one hand and palm her lovely buttocks with the other to get her leg over. The view from my privileged position was magnificent and much of her lovely hair brushed across my bare arms. Satan get behind me! I mumbled. I left the saddle off as instructed and provide only a silk blanket. Thus, the Lady was forced to spread her legs wide and straddle the enormous animal to keep from falling off.

My Lord Earl Godiva dismissed us and so off we headed for Coventry as ordered, me on foot leading the giant white charger with the naked Lady Godiva astride. I looked back at her on occasion to check her condition but she did not offer me a single word, just a hostile glares. In a short time it took to reach the City we had already attracted quite a noisy following. For the remainder of the afternoon I navigated the massive animal through the narrow city streets of Coventry. The charger had a rough gait over the cobblestones and the lady needed to hold her large breasts in one arm to keep them from bouncing uncontrollably while maintaining a tight grip on the horse's mane with the other.

The spectacle of the naked Lady Godiva gathered momentum and became almost a parade and carnival-like in atmosphere. To be sure, no one could have ever imagined witnessing the public chastisement of such a renowned high ranking noble, especially such a lovely one as my Lady. Huge crowds from every level of society lined the roads and leaned out of windows gawking and hurling crude insults from above. Lady Godiva did her best to keep a stiff upper lip.  I could see the rage and humiliation on her pretty face as she fought back her tears.

In spite of her complete lack of clothing, I was impressed at how well all those long locks hid the Lady's vanity. From the sides one could definitely see she was totally nude but still, most of her offerings remained secure beneath that fantastic and seemingly impenetrable sheet of long golden hair. Most that is, until we reached the town square and encountered a strong wind. The sudden blast sent the massive tresses flying above her head in a torrent leaving the Lady completely exposed in front of hundreds of delighted and cheering souls!

The Lady Godiva scrambled in vain to regain control of her billowing locks but to no avail. Ultimately she crossed an arm over her breasts and covered up her naked sex with the other hand. Then she tucked her chin on her chest and closed her eyes just hoping somehow to escape from her tormenters. By this time tears streamed down her rosy cheeks in great rivers, then between her large breasts and down her belly. She had endured this ordeal for the better part of three hours and I knew she'd finally had enough. Frankly, so had I.

I searched for a quick exit but we were walled in by the ever growing crowds. Finally, I noticed a gap by a fountain at the far end of the square and I made a break for it! I jerked the charger by the reigns and ran as fast as I could to the opening! The Lady Godiva did her best to hang on, lost in a storm of billowing blonde hair, flailing breasts and bouncing flesh until finally we exited the square. A few side streets later I made a mad dash for the forest and lost the remaining stragglers in the heavy woods.

My Lady cried bitterly all the way back to the estate, wiping away her big sad tears with her long hair. I tried in vain to console the Lady but she just glared at me and refused to even acknowledge me, as if her suffering was my fault alone. Considering the tribulations of her afternoon in Coventry I did not hold it against her. I left her alone in her misery for the rest of the journey home. Lady Godiva's pride was deeply wounded certainly, but without a doubt, under all those pretty locks her indomitable spirit remained perfectly intact, an unquenchable, uncontrollable, raging fire.

The End

Author's Notes:

This work is only a fictional story based on a few facts surrounding the true story of the actual Lady Godiva that I have admittedly twisted beyond recognition. Here is a link for those interested: http://www.abacom.com/~jkrause/godiva.html

Special thanks to Leona for providing me the inspiration and mental imagery; in my mind you were the Lady Godiva.