SensualDominantDevotion

A malicious smirk as those technically perfect long strokes, give way to the closer flaying of his ball sack.

The Huntresses stay still. The odd creak of the leather not enough to alert their prey as they wait.

Desperate noises of a pig blundering through the woods, still shackled and now utterly exhausted. Heavy breathing through a thick muzzle, grunts of pain as the rough undergrowth cuts into the soft flesh already bound in steel.

The Huntresses smile and whisper to each other as the sounds get closer, the disoriented slave seemingly lost in the maze of trees, looking down and realising its staggered this way already. The chase was now entering its second hour, and nothing left but for the dumb animal to slump to its knees. Trying to gulp in air and to summon the strength to carry on to freedom.

One last push as it stands, legs wobbling and unsteady. Eyes wildly scanning the vast area of foliage…..then hearing the crunch of boot heels getting closer, the swish of the bull whips skidding along the dirt.

Too slow to react as a stinging lash cuts into the back and shoulder. The blow enough to bring the meat sack down. A harsh curse from one of the Huntresses, coiling the leather whip tightly around its throat, the other one slamming a boot into its ribs, driving the last breath of oxygen out. It falls, powerless to fight back as the thin, coarse rope hogties its aching, bleeding limbs.

Being dragged back to the compound by the heavy collar now buckled in place.

Power, Play and the Art of Control:

Conversation with Lady Lola

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Well my loves, the final part of The House Boy will be posted soon.

I’m not normally a gushing person, but I have to say thank you to all the very nice comments and feedback on this particular tale. I have enjoyed writing it, and hopefully part 5 will receive similarly positive responses.

YES, this really is a picture of my throne in my attic dungeon. And this is as real as it gets. ……..You can get kinky writing anywhere on the internet. You don’t have to come to me. Why are you here?   

Grandmother looked down on you with a familiar expression of disappointment.

In the week running up to Mr Court’s birthday party, you were going to be coming out. It would effectively be a double celebration. For him, another year of his existence spent dutifully serving his wife, the sensual and formidable Marion Court. For you, the completion of your journey to full sissy.

As part of this journey, the ability to take cock all ways was a key requirement. Anal training was going well and you were making excellent progress. You had begun to ignore your urges and cumming was now a treat, rather than an uncontrolled event.

But your ability to suck cock was poor.

The dildo fixed to the mirror of Grandmother’s wardrobe door was designed to be at the right height for you. Kneeling in your maid outfit, the reflection you saw showed a painted whore trying to take the phallus too deeply. You retched again as the veined cock was too much…..

“Don’t be greedy, boy. Trying to take the full length will never work, perhaps I’ll need to mark some notches on it….inch by inch. Now, show me how you would lick and kiss it.”

You began to tenderly put your glossy red lips around the head of the cock and lick the shaft. The whole situation was surreal, but dressed like this, caged and plugged….it only felt right to be serving like this. Grandmother purred her approval as you slid your lips up and down the exterior of the dildo. As you watched yourself, a groan came from within you.

The doorbell rang and you tottered downstairs to see who was calling. Mrs Court was outside, dressed in an immaculate brown leather jumpsuit, black boots and leather jacket slung around her shoulders. She saw you approach and beamed a genuinely happy smile. You smiled back, your cock straining and your stomach in knots. You were infatuated with her and ever since she took you in the stable, you dreamed of her mouth and hands teasing your poor girl cock. Before you had a chance to say anything, Grandmother was at your side. She had witnessed this little crush you were having and she did not approve…..

“Make us some tea, Brandon. Mrs Court and I will take it in the garden.”

You curtsied to the ladies and headed to the kitchen. The feel of Mrs Court’s eyes were burning into you as the deep plug stimulated you, lust already inflamed and now all your work in stemming the shameful want was being ruined. You just about made it out of sight, before your legs buckled as an anal orgasm overcame you. The feeling was intense and you had to shove a tea towel into your mouth to muffle the grunts. Eventually, the sensation died down and you gripped the kitchen table, breathing heavily. You looked out to the garden and the ladies sat, voices slightly raised…..

“Brandon is not your latest conquest, Marion. He’s under my care and I have a duty to ensure his future is safe and secure. What I am doing with him will help his development in later life with the right partner. So, he’s not your new toy……anyway, didn’t I already supply you with one of my blood?”

Mrs Court snorted in derision.

“Simon is not exactly the catch he used to be, Elizabeth. I married him too late, and now I’m having to work extra hard in his training. If I had taken him when you should have let me, then matters would be different.”

Grandmother’s eyes narrowed as she pointed a finger toward her associate.

“Neither of you were ready. You had much to learn, and he was a selfish fool. In any event, just think of your previous husbands as practice to make mistakes with.”

You delayed the tea, but the tension in the air was palpable when you eventually arrived. Both ladies barely spoke, and you were not permitted to speak unless allowed. Mrs Court finished her cup and stood, addressing you both….

“Thank you for tea, Brandon. Perhaps I will see you both at the weekend….but I’ll understand if you have other plans. I will see myself to the door.”

Grandmother patted the chair vacated by Mrs Court and you sat obediently. She proceeded to explain why she didn’t want you to fall for Mrs Court’s charms.

Grandmother revealed that Mr Court was actually her youngest sibling. He was always in love with Marion, but Grandmother opposed the relationship, feeling that Marion was still too raw and emotional to be a responsible Mistress….such a distracting union could be harmful to the burgeoning business the ladies were setting up.

Because the union was forbidden, Simon spent years delving into other, dangerous sources of sexual degradation. Realising that he was heading for eventual ruin, Grandmother had to intervene and relented her stance. At least with Marion, Grandmother knew her brother was safe enough. The regular visits to the house were now nothing more than to check on his progress, Simon and Grandmother barely spoke. Mainly because he was always in some bound predicament.

He wanted to live the life 24/7……and that’s what he got. Grandmother told you that Mrs Court had grown to be a very respectable Madam…..but she was still capricious and occasionally lost focus……you were her latest distraction. However, it wasn’t a reason for a decades old friendship to end…..

Mrs Court was thrilled to hear that you and Grandmother would be attending the birthday bash after all. She even got you to come over early so you could be dressed exactly as you wanted. In honour of your own sissy debut, you opted for pink. While it was a little obvious, you felt that need for pure bimbo escapism, after all…..this was your new outlook on life.

Mrs Court picked the hot pink thigh boots, which were gloriously trashy, the monster platform heels making you tower over her. Pink fishnets, pink fur and pink satin dress, with underbust corset. Your makeup was more drag than anything, and you looked like a different person completely.

However, the steel chastity cage wasn’t going to match with the ensemble, so Mrs Court showed you the bubblegum pink silicon cage. It would be lighter to wear, but also a touch smaller. It had been some time since you were unlocked completely and Mrs Court’s tender, firm touch enveloped your free cock. You were hard as a rock, balls swollen and heavy. Mrs Court beckoned you closer and kissed you long and hard. It was everything you wanted since you first met her, and she began to gently milk you.

“I promise, Brandon. This magnificent cock won’t always be locked up. I’ve been dreaming of riding it…..taking your full length up me. But, your Grandmother must never know. I’m sure she’s told you that I’m trouble.”

You nodded, saying that you didn’t care…..you tensed as the feeling of your orgasm approached. Mrs Court quickly lowered herself and took you in her mouth. An explosion of orgasmic pleasure washed over you, her mouth expertly finishing you off. She took every last drop as you seemed to cum forever. You steadied yourself against the wall, the intensity weakening you as you tried to keep your balance in those ridiculous boots.

Mrs Court daintily wiped her mouth and tutted at your smeared lipstick. She cleaned her own lipstick from your cock and locked the pink cage in place, before reapplying for both of you.

“Now, Brandon. Tonight there will be a few close friends with certain interests. I will of course look after you, along with your Grandmother……but you will be expected to perform certain acts.”

“So, shall we go and show you off, gorgeous girl?”

Grandmother looked down on you with a familiar expression of disappointment.

In the week running up to Mr Court’s birthday party, you were going to be coming out. It would effectively be a double celebration. For him, another year of his existence spent dutifully serving his wife, the sensual and formidable Marion Court. For you, the completion of your journey to full sissy.

As part of this journey, the ability to take cock all ways was a key requirement. Anal training was going well and you were making excellent progress. You had begun to ignore your urges and cumming was now a treat, rather than an uncontrolled event.

But your ability to suck cock was poor.

The dildo fixed to the mirror of Grandmother’s wardrobe door was designed to be at the right height for you. Kneeling in your maid outfit, the reflection you saw showed a painted whore trying to take the phallus too deeply. You retched again as the veined cock was too much…..

“Don’t be greedy, boy. Trying to take the full length will never work, perhaps I’ll need to mark some notches on it….inch by inch. Now, show me how you would lick and kiss it.”

You began to tenderly put your glossy red lips around the head of the cock and lick the shaft. The whole situation was surreal, but dressed like this, caged and plugged….it only felt right to be serving like this. Grandmother purred her approval as you slid your lips up and down the exterior of the dildo. As you watched yourself, a groan came from within you.

The doorbell rang and you tottered downstairs to see who was calling. Mrs Court was outside, dressed in an immaculate brown leather jumpsuit, black boots and leather jacket slung around her shoulders. She saw you approach and beamed a genuinely happy smile. You smiled back, your cock straining and your stomach in knots. You were infatuated with her and ever since she took you in the stable, you dreamed of her mouth and hands teasing your poor girl cock. Before you had a chance to say anything, Grandmother was at your side. She had witnessed this little crush you were having and she did not approve…..

“Make us some tea, Brandon. Mrs Court and I will take it in the garden.”

You curtsied to the ladies and headed to the kitchen. The feel of Mrs Court’s eyes were burning into you as the deep plug stimulated you, lust already inflamed and now all your work in stemming the shameful want was being ruined. You just about made it out of sight, before your legs buckled as an anal orgasm overcame you. The feeling was intense and you had to shove a tea towel into your mouth to muffle the grunts. Eventually, the sensation died down and you gripped the kitchen table, breathing heavily. You looked out to the garden and the ladies sat, voices slightly raised…..

“Brandon is not your latest conquest, Marion. He’s under my care and I have a duty to ensure his future is safe and secure. What I am doing with him will help his development in later life with the right partner. So, he’s not your new toy……anyway, didn’t I already supply you with one of my blood?”

Mrs Court snorted in derision.

“Simon is not exactly the catch he used to be, Elizabeth. I married him too late, and now I’m having to work extra hard in his training. If I had taken him when you should have let me, then matters would be different.”

Grandmother’s eyes narrowed as she pointed a finger toward her associate.

“Neither of you were ready. You had much to learn, and he was a selfish fool. In any event, just think of your previous husbands as practice to make mistakes with.”

You delayed the tea, but the tension in the air was palpable when you eventually arrived. Both ladies barely spoke, and you were not permitted to speak unless allowed. Mrs Court finished her cup and stood, addressing you both….

“Thank you for tea, Brandon. Perhaps I will see you both at the weekend….but I’ll understand if you have other plans. I will see myself to the door.”

Grandmother patted the chair vacated by Mrs Court and you sat obediently. She proceeded to explain why she didn’t want you to fall for Mrs Court’s charms.

Grandmother revealed that Mr Court was actually her youngest sibling. He was always in love with Marion, but Grandmother opposed the relationship, feeling that Marion was still too raw and emotional to be a responsible Mistress….such a distracting union could be harmful to the burgeoning business the ladies were setting up.

Because the union was forbidden, Simon spent years delving into other, dangerous sources of sexual degradation. Realising that he was heading for eventual ruin, Grandmother had to intervene and relented her stance. At least with Marion, Grandmother knew her brother was safe enough. The regular visits to the house were now nothing more than to check on his progress, Simon and Grandmother barely spoke. Mainly because he was always in some bound predicament.

He wanted to live the life 24/7……and that’s what he got. Grandmother told you that Mrs Court had grown to be a very respectable Madam…..but she was still capricious and occasionally lost focus……you were her latest distraction. However, it wasn’t a reason for a decades old friendship to end…..

Mrs Court was thrilled to hear that you and Grandmother would be attending the birthday bash after all. She even got you to come over early so you could be dressed exactly as you wanted. In honour of your own sissy debut, you opted for pink. While it was a little obvious, you felt that need for pure bimbo escapism, after all…..this was your new outlook on life.

Mrs Court picked the hot pink thigh boots, which were gloriously trashy, the monster platform heels making you tower over her. Pink fishnets, pink fur and pink satin dress, with underbust corset. Your makeup was more drag than anything, and you looked like a different person completely.

However, the steel chastity cage wasn’t going to match with the ensemble, so Mrs Court showed you the bubblegum pink silicon cage. It would be lighter to wear, but also a touch smaller. It had been some time since you were unlocked completely and Mrs Court’s tender, firm touch enveloped your free cock. You were hard as a rock, balls swollen and heavy. Mrs Court beckoned you closer and kissed you long and hard. It was everything you wanted since you first met her, and she began to gently milk you.

“I promise, Brandon. This magnificent cock won’t always be locked up. I’ve been dreaming of riding it…..taking your full length up me. But, your Grandmother must never know. I’m sure she’s told you that I’m trouble.”

You nodded, saying that you didn’t care…..you tensed as the feeling of your orgasm approached. Mrs Court quickly lowered herself and took you in her mouth. An explosion of orgasmic pleasure washed over you, her mouth expertly finishing you off. She took every last drop as you seemed to cum forever. You steadied yourself against the wall, the intensity weakening you as you tried to keep your balance in those ridiculous boots.

Mrs Court daintily wiped her mouth and tutted at your smeared lipstick. She cleaned her own lipstick from your cock and locked the pink cage in place, before reapplying for both of you.

“Now, Brandon. Tonight there will be a few close friends with certain interests. I will of course look after you, along with your Grandmother……but you will be expected to perform certain acts.”

“So, shall we go and show you off, gorgeous girl?”