Guild of Correction
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 9
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 now descended into a strangely exciting feeling of absolute submission, as he was led on a leash by his deliciously shaped owner, Madam Cordelia Aster, resplendent in her black lacey body stocking, one hand keeping his leash nice and taut, the other sporting a short whip which symbolised her authority over him. If he’d felt like he was going to his funeral before this, that feeling was now extra intense as he was led in a procession by mature and ageing women in black, sporting veils, through ornate mausoleum like corridors. His feelings of foreboding in that sense, were partly true as he was led in submissive obedience by those spitefully dominant women - his old life was well and truly over, and the scent of those women carried his old persona to the grave, and onto a wickedly servile afterlife.
The darkly erotic atmosphere and grinning promise from the women on what might be to come, ensured his cock remained permanently rigid in its miniscule prison, his eyes also taking in the portraits of very severe and authoritarian looking women, sneering down at his lowly presence as he was led along. These were the smug and pompous faces of founders and former members of that feminine elitest society at the Grange, Guild of Correction women, who with covert pleasure over decades, perhaps centuries, had united in their pleasure of dominating masculinity ... particularly those males whose arrogance had earned them their downfall. Cordelia sighed with an anticipation of her own, as they approached large guilded doors.
“At last ... Destiny...” She sneered down with a lusting look at the gagged Cleaton’s eyes, staring in bewilderment and bringing a wholesome tingle to her cunt at the sense of achievement.
“ ... and your destiny too, my obedient pet.” The other women chuckled cynically at her response, enjoying his bewilderment ... and knowing his sexual excitement as a truly submissive male would be peaking as those doors were opened, and strutting through on tall heels and in a body stocking, Madam Cordelia Aster was the epitome of feminine pomp and arrogance as she led through her capture on a leash, to the rich applause of a host of like-minded matriarchs, delighted to being witness to the humiliation of a deserving young male. Cleaton’s realisation of what he’d let himself into, now bit home once and for all, as the plethora of jeering femininity had him know that he was now about to become truly enslaved. A ruby haired woman of about 65 left her leather throne-lije chair and stepped on tall heels to greet his Mistress. Her elegant curves emphasised deliciously by a tight dress which hugged her mature bulges, emphasising her grandiose femininity.
“So good to have you as a full member Cordelia...” She looked down at the young male on all fours with an air of contempt, Fri ged with sexual excitement.
“ ... a perfect day for a wedding.” She laughed wickedly as Cleaton grunted through the gag in shock at the announcement, Cordelia then smiling smugly down at him.
“Oh yes my pet, you’re here to become my property, officially in the eyes of the Guild...” Several of the other matriarchs approached to admire the dominated male, sneering wantonly at him as Cordelia continued.
“ ... but you won’t just be my property when here ... marriage here makes you the property of all the members, and they’ll be most anxious to sample your submissiveness.” Cleaton’s lust to come, perked to a new dimension, seeing the array of mature and elegant womanhood, each expressing their natural air of authority and dominance, his excitement made humiliatingly obvious by the dribbling threads of pre-cum leaking from the slot in his cock cage. He gasped again as when several of the women who’d obstructed his view, distracting him with their sexual elegance then moved to one side, he saw a woman in a full length black silk robe standing tall and partly officious, awaiting him.
Cleaton’s eyes then took in her white collar as she miled at him through ruby red lips, her hair up tight in a bun, and the black giving her an air of an executrix, rather than the Priestess she obviously was. Drawn closer to her on the leash, Cleaton also saw Jayne there, the girl who’d dominated him and readied him for her, the stepdaughter who’d seen to it that this is where he’d arrive ... put firmly in his place eternally. She grinned at him as she ushered two of the girls he’d known at the time he’d met her ... their shocked smiles at seeing what he really was, his humiliation guaranteed by it, exciting his masochistic side wonderfully as they looked at his defeated nakedness with a newly found sense of heated sexual arousal.
He could see the girls sighing with a wicked sense of delight as Jayne prompted them, obviously describing her dominance over him, and confirming that her red-haired stepmother would now put him to the good use so feeble a male deserved. Their sneers of contempt took him to the feet of the Priestess, whose contempt for him, as it was for all males, illuminated the room as she took firm control of the situation. Her breasts poked her nipples hard through the black silk that was her gown of office, her sneer at him from her high cheekboned face, as radiant as the smile she gave Cordelia.