Guild of Correction
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Cleaton was permanently erect on the journey back to his willing, yet deliciously coerced captivity, knowing he’d be made to display the anal plug which confirmed his errand, and made to confess his submission to Madam Agatha Cramer. That plug ensured the rigidity of his manhood, its length pulsing and unseen salute to every mature woman who gave him a furtive glance, each giving him the notion that they seemed to sense he existed at the bidding of a woman of a similar age. His cock pulsed all the more as he approached the grand residence of Madam Cordelia Aster, his sexual desire to be owned by her, overwhelming.
Cordelia grinned with pompous confidence as she strutted on tall heels, her cunt wet for her pet’s cringing attentions, any miniscule doubt in her mind that he’d fail to return, vanishing immediately on seeing him approach, the smugness of her grin felt by Sybil and Celia as her look through the window was then turned towards them. Madam Sybil Carling’s cunt was nicely moist with the appetite for seeing the pet dominated once more by her mature friend, her smile pert, as she faced Cordelia.
“Ok ... so I was wrong that he might abscond ... he’s obviously completely submissive and should be caned for it, just for good measure.” Celia sneered with her own sexual contentment, she and Sybil having stayed at Cordelia’s, just to witness her pet’s return ... and the discipline he’d now know from his dominant owner. The black chiffon gown Cordelia had chosen to wear, allowed her feminine scents to waft freely as she strutted with cane in hand, the thin material barely disguising the near nakedness of her mature body, a black silk cord tied at the waist, emphasising her full breaths which sported erect nipples, and also the gentle bulge of her belly and globular buttocks. Her cunt would be in full view to him, as he knelt in submission to her, and kneel he would.
As a slave, he’d not been allowed a key of course, nor would he ever, and his ring at the bell summoned an excited Sarah, dressed in a French maid’s outfit. The girl sneered at him as he stood meekly before her.
“In!” He did as he was told, Sarah’s cunt hot for humiliating him as she pointed to her tall black stilettos.
“Feet!” She sighed with a curt sexual arousal as he dropped to her feet, and plied his lips to the shiny patent leather, without her need to elaborate on her command. His cock perked and boned as he took in her black stockings and pertly high black skirt with frills as he’d descended, and longed to spurt there and then as she taunted him.
“You’re going to get such a thrashing for being away ... even if it was by Madam’s order... “ She fingered her cunt as he cowered and grovelled at her feet, the need to have his tongue up there, driving her spite.
“ ... and don’t you think you’ll escape punishment from me, when Madam’s finished with you ... now get up and present yourself to her, you pathetic cur!” Cleaton’s cock oozed pre-cum as he was led to his owner by her, his mind going to a masochistic heaven as he eyed her long legs and barely concealed pert buttocks beneath the tight frilled shirt, longing to know the pain of her promise. The pert young woman curtsied as she entered the lounge where her dominant mistress awaited with her guests, and was happy to confirm her dominance over him while they watched.
“Crawl to Madam Aster! ... beg her audience!” The mature women grinned with pleasure at her curt spite, and with equal contempt for Cleaton as he did just as he was told, dominated by a mere slip of a girl, and so obviously eager to obey her and crawl to his Mistress. Cordelia was already highly aroused and in a state of pompous haughtiness at her pet having returned as demanded, her cunt oozing the essences of her dominance as he crawled to her feet.
“Well! I do hope you enjoyed your last taste of freedom, as you’ll know nothing but servitude and supervision from now on!” She sneered down at him as he kissed her feet without being ordered to do so, and toyed her cane against his backside.
“Strip! ... let’s see the evidence of your meeting with Agatha.” Cleaton quickly and eagerly lost his loose clothing, Sybil and Celia laughing audibly as his erection bounced from his leggings, showing his acute pleasure in being dominated, their mocking only perpetuating its rigidity as a stern Cordelia tapped his now bare backside with her cane.
“Arse high! ... let’s all see it!” The applause of the two mature guests was echoed by that of Sarah, and Tara and Hilda, who’d now entered the room, eager to see their pet’s return, as he bent and splayed his cheeks to reveal the flat nub of a golden anal plug. Cordelia sneered with dominant satisfaction at the proof she knew would be a fait accompli, swelling her ego as she gave him a smug look.
“I’ll have you tell me every detail about your submission to Madam Agatha, I know she’s keen to receive a pet of her own, and to see you again on certain occasions you’re not yet aware of ... but you’ve been slack in allowing your laundry duties pile up whilst you were away.” She longed to have his tongue at her cunt and anus immediately, but he was ripe for that appointment for the Guild, and she and her quests would have a little voyeuristic pleasure first. She’d put him in the mood for it too, and pointed to her cunt as he lifted his head.