Guild of Correction
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 Hilda Smart was more than satisfied with the household’s new pet as she gagged him once more, her sated cunt already perking to a fresh arousal as she filled his willing gape with the ball, and buckled the strap nice and tight, her cane then ensuring the naked male’s progress on all fours was made hasty with her cane, she now longing to meet with Tara and have her cunt licked a second time, while she related of her satisfying dominance over Madam Cordelia’s property.
Cleaton’s recently spent cock also perked to a fresh erection as he bit at the silencing ball in a masochistic lust on feeling the tug of a woman whose anus he’d licked clean after being allowed to sniff the scents of feminine gussets, the sharp sting of the cane he’d submitted his seed to on the day before, having him lapse into a heavenly resignation to absolute submission as the buxom Hilda taunted him, her own sexually dominant pleasure illuminated by her part ownership of him.
“Don’t you think you’ll escape my attentions tomorrow ... I’m going to ensure you’re well and truly broken in for Mistress on every available occasion...” He was more than ready for it as he was led to his first exhibition in humiliation before Madam Cordelia’s guests.
Made comfortable as usual. In the grand parlour, sat Madam Celia Hardcastle, and Madam Sybil Carling, alongside a smug Madam Aster, the room furnished and fitted out to Cordelia’s taste at the expense of her then husband, who had later found himself trussed and packaged in that very room, having been sold as a slave with tart satisfaction by his dominant wife. Gagged and sealed in a padded box, he left the home he’d paid for to the applause of the feminine staff as necessary interred. Cordelia receiving further satisfaction from the deal, on receiving a communication from his new owner, reporting there was evidence that he’d come at least three times in the box, and had been deservedly thrashed for it, by the excited younger members of the new household’s female staff.
Madam Hardcastle grinned at the audacity of Madam Sybil, seeing her lean out of her chair and stroke the pert backside of Tara the hospitality maid, as she bent to pour more cups of the coffee the three women were so thoroughly enjoying whilst discussing Cordelia’s forthcoming induction to the Guild of Correction ... and the male token who was key to it, and would be made her husband there. Tara grinned and pursed her lips as she readily made her shapely cheeks, tight in her short black skirt, available to the caress of the older woman’s hand, both thinking of that token being discussed, and of having him watch them gratify each other sexually, having both dominated him. Celia Hardcastle’s cunt was hot with arousal too, as she indulged her own thoughts on putting him firmly under her command with the whip, but Cordelia’s arousal went to a peak insurmountable by her guests, on thoughts of showing such a willing young slave before the Guild members. For now, Sybil and Celia would suffice.
Cleaton’s cock swayed erect and nicely rigid below his torso as he thought on being shown for what he was, before female guests he’d not yet met, and would be seen by, naked, gagged, and dominated, the humiliation thrilling him as the domineering Hilda cackled wickedly on having him hurry to it with her cane.
“Just you remember, I’m always going to be around ... I might be handing you over now, but you’ll find my appetite for using the cane is perpetual...” She flicked his poking cheeks with it before opening the door to the parlour, the sting, and her words having his cock perk with submissive desire and a resignation to a hopeless enslavement which excited his masochism.
“ ... you’ll soon be thrashed again when Madam Cordelia has better things to do than dominate you.” Her spiteful laughter alerted Cordelia and her guests to their entry, but she soon assumed an air of pomposity on leading him to his first humiliation before an audience. Both Celia and Sybil gasped with sexual excitement, their mature cunts immediately aroused lushly, their contempt for the younger male immediate too, as his leash was passed to a proudly dominant Cordelia ... his cock rudely erect with submissive pleasure at being viewed by equally appealing mature women whilst in obvious defeat to feminine power. Cordelia then sneered down at him on tugging the leash to show her command of him, then smirked knowingly at her stern Housekeeper.
“Has he been obedient in his duties Hilda?...”. Before the buxom dominatrix could answer, she grinned at her friends on pointing to his striped backside.
“ ... you two can see how he’s already been disciplined to ensure absolute obedience.” Hilda now confirmed what she - and the two mature guests - wanted to hear most eagerly, in a satisfied and cutting tone.
“Oh yes Madam, he sniffed at the gussets in the laundry room with the keenness of the filthy animal that he is ... and serviced my backside at the glass pedestal most willingly.” Cleaton’s face blushed visibly as he sucked on the ball-gag, the contemptuous looks of the two mature guests thrilling him, his humiliation intense, and a longing to oblige them both in the same fashion, having his cock pulse out a thread of pre-cum. A tug from Cordelia brought his attentions to her.
“Don’t you let me catch you masturbating on laundry duty at the scent of those gussets ... or you’ll be thrashed within an inch of your life.” Celia now rubbed at her cunt unashamedly, as she viewed the red and purple stripes to his buttocks, longing to apply the same herself with a favoured cane.
“Does he take the cane well ... I should love to see him thrashed.” Cordelia grinned spitefully, knowing he’d not fail to masturbate when on laundry duty alone ... the smells of cunt and feminine anal scents would be overpowering, and earn him the cane he also desired in submission.