Guild of Correction
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Don's lust for the older, matriarchal, and domineering woman, leads him to a life of enslavement. A bitchy girlfriend, more than aware of his sexual penchant, takes him to her Stepmother... who puts him to good use in preparing him, as her token of admission to the Women's Guild of Correction, a covert organisation which caters for the hedonistic pleasures of the dominant sex.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex
Madam Cordelia Aster’s triumph over yet another male, this conquest especially enjoyable due to his significant use to her, was still sinking in as she rubbed at her cunt whilst she viewed his striped buttocks flex as he lay asleep on the mattress set out by her bed, below it of course, to have him know his place. Not only would he be her key to accession of the Guild, she had decided to take official ownership of him too, by marrying him at a Marriage of dominant convenience, a wedding ceremony which she’d had occasion to attend before, the female Registrar overseeing it, making it as official as any other act of wedlock, but the ceremony divinely erotic, in having the groom confirmed as a slave, by begging ownership by the dominant bride, and pledging absolute obedience to her, before an audience of delighted women.
Cordelia awarded herself the first orgasm of the day as she thought on it, and of the humiliation and acceptance of her authority by her new pet this far. As her mature clitoris rose to the lush stimulation and those thoughts, she sighed with smugly dominant satisfaction at viewing the silken ties at his wrists and ankles, the silk bag obscuring his head, tied at the neck and having him know freedom was no longer something he’d enjoy. The ties were symbolic of course, there was not one trifling indication that her still youthful prize would attempt escape, his own mind already enslaved to the lust for the control of a mature woman, the surrender of his semen under the cane, pleasing his new owner in illustrating his admission to his dark pleasure in submission to femininity. As she came, she thought on his cock erecting hard as he was bound, and the bag slipped over his head; a pleasure in bondage which he knew was now permanent.
Her moan of acute sexual pleasure as she orgasmed, had Don stir from an erotic slumber, his cock, already erect with being stimulated against the mattress in his fitful semi-sleep, boned rigid at the realisation that yesterday’s events had not been a lushly erotic dream, the soreness of his caned buttocks and the feel of the ties to wrist and ankles having him long to masturbate ... his eyesight obscured by the hood, having him yearn for that pleasure all the more. The mature woman who now owned him, eased herself from the bed, and with a sneer, teased his nose through the thin hood material with her sticky and fragrant fingers, fresh from the masturbation of her cunt. She grinned wickedly as sniffed frantically at the lush scent, thrusting his cock in the need to come, the richly seasoned whiff of cunt, teasing him close to the orgasm he longed for.
The delicious scent took his mind to the attentions he’d shown her cunt and anus with his tongue the night before, the mature woman allowing him his first smell and tastes of her rich arousal which he’d tended to her satisfaction in servile humility. The spice of her slot had entranced him, and the musty tastes of her warmly seasoned anus had had him near delirium, having him shoot his mess to the sheets in utter submission to her dominance. Cordelia was more than pleased with him, but treated him with studied nonchalance, as though he were worthless. She sneered as he sniffed hard at her fingers, and let him know what the day would bring.
“Hilda will be here shortly, you’ll begin your duties under her, while I ready myself for the visit of two friends...” She grinned with wicked intent as she untied the hood, and whisked it from his head, to have him stare at her mature beauty, mesmerised. Her mature but still firm flesh shimmered as she slipped from the bed, the delicious orbs of her slightly sagging breasts poking their nipples in the delight of owning him, the rounded cheeks of her buttocks shimmering equally as her shapely legs stepped into sandals before she walked to the en suite, his vision of her magnificence then interrupted by the entry of Madam Hilda Smart, her sneer of contempt hiding her pleasure of seeing him, her cunt hot for putting the new pet to good use whilst marshalling him with the cane, thrilling her dominant sexuality. She sneered all the more at seeing his erection, confirming his lust for the cane she held, her seniority thrilling him as much as Cordelia’s.
“We’ll put this on, I’ll have complete control over you during your tasks...” The tone of the mature and delightfully buxom woman feigned indifference, as though her having to train him was a chore, her clitoris poking hard from under its hood already, as Cordelia’s new pet was shown a collar and leash, by her. His anus tingled wildly at the fitting of this token of submission, his cock boning with the pleasure of defeat to her as it was buckled. He couldn’t help but hear her sigh of pleasure as she tugged on the leash, confirming to him, that she found a spiteful pleasure in having him under her control. Though now more than ready to know her strict authority in her part in training him, she sighed again as he was awarded a further submissive pleasure.
“You’ll know obedience in silence when with me today ... only what I have to say is necessary.” He gasped with a lust to masturbate as the sneering woman showed him a ball-gag, something he’d yearned to wear for a woman, and had spurted over, to depictions of males cruelly quietened by their mistresses.
“Open wide ... now!” He obeyed without question, his cock dribbling pre-cum as her manicured fingers eased the rubber sphere into his mouth, his tongue playing with it’s slippery texture to the rear, as Hilda took great pleasure on buckling it tight. He longed to be caned by her whilst wearing it, his feeling of erotic submission intense, as the mature woman sounded her dominant approval.
“There ... silenced and mine till you’re shown to Madam Cordelia’s guests...” She sneered as she checked the gag was nicely tight and secure, the thought of being shown to even more women as a submissive slave, having his cock perk and pulse in the longing for stimulation as Hilda taunted further.
“ ... get used to the feeling of that, you’ll be wearing it quite often ... as well as other gags that Madam has for you.”. She laughed cynically as she tugged his leash, onward to know his duties as house slave to feminine owners, whilst he guessed wildly about what those gags could be, erect and dominated.
He was first taken downstairs, Hilda thrilled to have him all to herself, and determined to see just how submissively depraved he was, and what she could have him perform, which she in turn would report back to Cordelia. His nose was assailed by a musty air as a sneering Hilda led him into the laundry room, which he learned was fed by a chute on a landing upstairs. Hilda grinned as she pointed her cane to a pile of used underwear at the bottom of the chute, a jumble of nighties, bras ... and panties.
“Us ladies are to have desperate washing days, to make your life more interesting now you’re here...” She sighed as she cut the air with her cane, longing to have her cunt licked.
“ ... and to impose a discipline on you.” He mumbled through the gag at the sweet sound of the cane, and knew its promise would likely soon be made, as Hilda flicked at the pile of underwear, grinning as she lifted a pair of nicely soiled lace panties with her cane.
“You’ll soon learn of each of our preferences for underwear as time goes on ... especially as you’re going to get to know all four of us intimately...” She lifted the soiled panties close to his gagged face, and watched his cock perk as the gusset neared his nose.
“You’ll find these black lacy ones tend to be Madam Cordelia’s, but there’s only one way to make certain...” She grinned with satisfaction as she held the gusset below his nose and watched him sniff eagerly at the delightfully rich whiffs of cunt and anus which permeated the fabric so admirably.
“ ... your nose will tell you whose is whose ... once your tongue has been put to good use by each of us, something you’ll perform with regularity.” His cock pulsed out pre-cum as his nose sampled the delicious whiffs of dominant womanhood, the woman whom he was now beginning to worship, whilst being dominated by one of three other women, the spite and maturity of this one taking him to a submissive heaven he could never have dreamed of, and having him long to masturbate at her words. Her sneer deepened as she flicked the panties to one side, and picked a white pair, of a more cotton type, and deftly shuffling them with her cane, had the stained gusset which was yellowish to the fore - and a little brownish to the rear - exposed nicely as she then presented them to his nose.
“I’ll let you guess who prefers these more utility and old school panties ... sniff hard!” She watched with dominant satisfaction as his gagged faced poked his nose closed to the soiled gusset, his eyes closing with the blissfully erotic scents he was being taunted with, the deliciously fetid aromas of this gusset, as excitingly scented as the prior gusset, but with it’s own distinctive tangs, telling him this was the cunt and anus of another mature woman ... his cock pulsing hard in a salute to their owner as Madam Hilda Smart laughed cynically.
“Oh yes boy! ... it’s not just my cane you’ll be sampling, I’m going to have you beg for both treats.”
The buxom domestic dominatrix had him sniff at the gussets belonging to Sarah and Tara, those samples having him equally longing for masturbation on being treated to the whiff of younger cunts he’d soon service orally, their scents somehow sweeter, as though as per Beaujolais rather than Port, assisting with an erotically aromatic key to the selections he’d make, Hilda knowing that the whiff of cunt would also be key in installing a sense of authority over him.
“You will be caned most thoroughly if any of us ladies receives a wrong pair ... I won’t always be here to supervise you in the task...” She sneered with sadistic contentment in knowing that she and each of the women would diversify with their tastes in underwear, now that he’d be sniffing their gussets ... and the reward of the cane would inevitably be his, on becoming intoxicated with the aromas of dominant womanhood, and losing track.