Coupling of Desires
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Madam Julia's penchant for other women, and her dark pleasure in viewing public executions, leads her to young Ellie, a woman who has similar tastes but is incarcerated in an arranged marriage, but enjoys dominating her pathetic husband. The two meet by chance and their union has them scheme for the disposal of the husband... when his full use has expired.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Wimp Husband BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Group Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex
As an early nineteenth century schoolmistress Julia Carder relished her duty in caning the disobedient pupils at the finishing school she tutored at. She indulged her pleasure with the cane upon both male and female pupils, exposing and striping the milky white cheeks of young ladies, as appealing as bringing once cocky male youths to tears. Her bisexuality and dominant nature assured constant thrills in her position, at a school renowned for its strict discipline, which she gladly enforced.
Though now in her thirties, she had not taken a husband, though she’d had several relationships with men, but none had proven worthy of her. She had also had relationships with other women, whom she enjoyed dominating too, and still sought out that perfect coupling, preferably with another woman, as she found them easier to control, and such a coupling would dispose of the need for marital ties.
Her sexual penchant for discipline far exceeded application of the cane, a dark lust for the finality and wondrous display of deserved justice on the rope, having her frequently travel to places of execution, where such entertainments would have her masturbating vigorously on her return home. It was at one such event that her pleasure was more rewarded than ever before, changing her life forever, and leading her down a path to a darkly sadistic and erotic ecstasy.
A huge influx of people were noted from the window of the boarding house room that Madam Julia had had the fortitude to secure for herself, in attending Bury St. Edmunds for the public hanging of Catherine Foster for the poisoning of her husband, that April day in 1847. Ripely aroused for the event, Julia had masturbated her slot to a divinely wholesome orgasm the night before when in the comfort of her acquired bed, but was already sexually aroused once more as she descended the stairs to attend breakfast, inspired by the excitement of the multitude of people passing outside, all with a keen lust to witness the hanging of a woman ... a special treat, even in those cruel and unforgiving days. Her arousal perked at seeing an attractive young woman at a table next to hers, sat with a sheepish looking husband, no doubt under her control.
Madam Eleanor Horsfall, ‘Ellie’, had been of some concern to her wealthy parents, in that she showed little interest in males, and had flirted with the sternest of governesses, earning herself thorough spankings from several of them, and leading to the dismissal of one, a further intimacy discovered by a jealous Housekeeper who was happy to divulge to her employers, the fact that the girl had spent the night in the Governess’s bed. The stern woman went elsewhere with a perfect recommendation from employers, those parents keen to avoid the shame of the incident being made public. So it was, that a ‘suitable’ husband was sought for Eleanor, and an arranged marriage was performed.
William Perkin was a dull individual, but a safe one. He had also had intimacy with Governesses, most of which his also dull but wealthy parents were unaware of. They were aware of the discipline awarded him on occasion as a junior, the firm hand of a woman applied with justified vigour for cheek or disobedience ... but they were unaware that he had been spanked regularly as an adult, often before an audience of maids who were confidants of the stern woman. She had delighted in having him masturbate at her feet, also witnessed by those maids, their applause and ridicule richly deserved as he spurted at the domineering woman’s behest ... preparation for him knowing his place in marriage to any woman. Introduced and spited immediately by a young woman goaded and forced into a fixed relationship with him, Perkin had erected immediately on feeling her loathing, and a covert conversation she’d been gifted with by a certain Governess and maids, had her know she’d still be in full control of her life, regardless of how it looked from the outside.
Julia warmed to the attractive young woman immediately, especially the way she pointed her finger in showing the male with her what to do, her stern looks at him showing a lusty contempt. The attitude of the two had not escaped the female proprietor of the boarding rooms, who chuckled with a trite contentment on pouring Julia a cup of tea, whispering to her as she poured.
“So nice to see a woman show a man who’s in charge ... we need to see more of that these days.” Julia grinned and responded as she nodded her head in thanks for the tea.
“Yes indeed, I’d certainly like to see more of it.” Her cunt swelled as Ellie’s eyes met with hers, and showed a certain spark, an immediate look of mutual interest, somehow unmistakable to Julia. Ellie’s cunt tingled too, already aroused at showing who was in control of her relationship publicly, she was torn between the haughty pleasure of dominating her pathetic and superfluous husband ... and the thought of licking another woman’s cunt after receiving a spanking. Both women tried to put the feelings that the glance had stimulated aside, but neither could forget it entirely either. Further, almost accidental glances sealed the engagement, and Julia was thrilled when she felt the male approach her. The pathetic Perkin blushed as he squeaked out the command given him by Ellie.
“My wife has asked if you’d like to join us at our table.” Julia looked across at the younger woman, her eyes showing a longing, as though she needed to be rescued. Her cunt now blotted her silken underwear with a longing of her own, a longing to have it licked passionately by another woman ... or an obviously submissive male.
“Why, I’d love to.” Ellie’s eyes took in the full and curvaceous figure of the older woman, the bustle of her stride and her imposing looks exciting her for what might be, as she approached their table, conveniently situated in the corner of the room, put of earshot of the other guests, her sheepish husband scurrying after her with a chair, Ellie knowing he’d be erect too, at the thought of possible, and likely, humiliation. Perkins’s cock boned at seeing a glow come over Ellie, a glow she’d shown on previous occasions during their short marriage, when she had entertained other women intimately ... and on occasion he’d been made to entertain them orally, whilst they’d belittled him about the meagre size of his cock. He swallowed hard on knowing this was a little different though. Those other women had been of a professional nature, Ellie paying for the pleasure of their company.
Ellie first sneered at Perkin and pointed him to his chair, then stared at him as she pressed the finger upright across her lips, the gesture commanding silence of him, and having his erection perk hard at being seen to be under his wife’s control by an anonymous woman, Julia not being able to resist a curt sneer at him too. Elie blushed a little as she now faced the woman she was finding more and more attractive, finding the courage to introduce herself, she extended her hand towards Julia’s.
“Eleanor Perkin ... Ellie ... once Horsfall, till recently.” Her cunt tingled as Julia gently clasped her hand, then squeezed it as she pursed her lips at the touch, the older woman’s cunt now heading toward full arousal ... more sure than ever that this beauty favoured feminine intimacy.
“Julia Carder...” She sighed softly as she continued to caress a hand which showed no intention of withdrawing.
“Carder at birth, and Carder to this day.” A lusty smile grew across the younger woman’s face at the confirmation that this was an unattached woman, and one so attractive would only be so by choice. The two slowly released the grip on each others hands as she turned her glance toward the obediently silent and pathetic male at the table.
“This is my husband of some six months, Perkin, William Perkin ... chosen for me by a mutual agreement between our parents...” Julia’s nipples poked hard in sexual excitement, at Ellie’s scathing confirmation that this was a marriage of convenience, and not the liaison of star struck lovers, Perkin not daring to make any comment contrary to his wife’s cutting and truthful declaration, his cock already nicely erect with the humiliation and longing for masturbation. Ellie made him yearn for that want all the more.
“Of course, I’ve had to show him a firm hand, in order to get him to meet my needs.”. The sigh she gave out, in confirming what was already obvious about the sheepish Perkin, indicated the pleasure she’d derived in dominating him, compensation indeed for an arranged union. The statement excited Julia too, who made sure Perkin saw her covert sneer at him as she spiced the conversation by advising of her station in life, glad, and hotly aroused, at the opportunity to do so.
“Oh I’m a believer in discipline too, I’m a schoolmistress at a finishing school, and find the cane a most necessary tool in implementing it ... even though my pupils are approaching adulthood.” A further sign from Ellie was audible as the revelation that this magnificent woman was more than partial to wielding the cane had her close to spoiling her underwear, and Perkin couldn’t help but gape, mesmerised, as Julia extended her hand once more to grasp Ellie’s, her reception of it, willingly ... and he now guessing, and hoping, to be the bottom and cruelly disciplined tier of a relationship ... dominated thoroughly. Julia smiled as she caressed Ellie’s hand, more confident than ever about lasting possibilities on seeing her reaction. She grinned wickedly as her thoughts went to the event to occur that day, an event she found sordidly erotic.
“Now that we:be broken the ice, may I ask why we find ourselves here, at this early hour, at a guest house in Bury St Edmunds?” Her stark grin broadened as Ellie’s hand pulsed in hers, and the bold girl. dominant with all masculinity, pouted longingly as she eyed her meek a d obedient husband.
‘Yes, why are we here Perkin? ... you’ll answer with every ounce of honesty, do not guild the lily, or there will be consequences.” He gawped for a moment, spurring Julia, her cunt hot for the tease.
“Yes, come on Perkin ... out with it.’ He nearly came in his underwear at being commanded by a woman he’d not known for more than ten minutes ... dominated by her already, and relishing it with a deeply sexual desire.
“We’re here to see the hanging ... the hanging of the girl poisoner at nine.” Ellie squeezed at Julia’s hand as she sneered at him vehemently, finding a slight untruth in his weakly offered statement.
“SEE the hanging Perkin?” He gasped as pre-cum oozed from the bell of his cock, at this exquisite humiliation before a new woman whom he knew would relish caning him, whether he answered his wife correctly or not.
“I beg to have not displeased you Madam Eleanor ... I meant we’re here to ... to ENJOY the hanging.” Julia chuckled in a cynical tone, at his lapse into addressing her in the way he obviously did, under usually more intimate a situation.
“I see you have your husband well trained ... though I’m sure there’s room for a little more from a fresher perspective.” Ellie’s eyes lit up, on this virtual confirmation that she’d hear that cane she already dreamed of, and see it it put to good use elsewhere. She taunted her husband further, as he too, felt his cock perk and pulse at the dark promise.
“ ... and why do we enjoy it husband? ... do be honest.” Perkin blushed with the shame of exposing his sordid pleasures ... and with the expectation of his dominant wife have him express his most intimate of dark thoughts before another woman. Julia pursed her lips in a semi-xneer as he faltered, and enjoyed prompting him.
“Yes, do tell ... Perkin.” He stammered out his response, knowing further thrilling torment would follow.
“We ... we love ... love to see those final moments of life ... the chants of the crowd ... and see them drop to the cheer of the onlookers as they enjoy the rope.” Julia’s cunt tingled in unison with Ellie’s as she gripped the young woman’s hand with the thrill of hearing an obviously submissive male describe the eroticism of death on the rope, something they both relished with a dominant spite. Ellie heaved her breasts, almost panting with the arousal which fired her ... and the lust to humiliate her husband completely. She put on her sternest face, and gave a further command.
“You’ll tell Madam Carder what your darkest fantasy is now ... do it!” The pathetic male cowered at her voice, bringing Julia’s clitoris high from beneath its hold as he was made to reveal his most intimate and masochistic fantasy.
“I ... I long ... long to be hanged myself ... hanged by my wife ... hanged before an audience of women.” Ellie sneered with triumph as she gripped Julia’s hand, the older woman now longing to have part control of this pathetic male, and have him lap at her cunt after a well deserved thrashing. But Ellie had not finished with him yet.
“Tell our new friend what your favourite toy is at home.” He closed his eyes and pictured that very thing, as he prepared to humiliate himself further.
“The noose ... my wife, the noose.” Ellie continued for him, eager to tell Julia, and aware of the time on the clock.
“He loves to kneel naked, while I put the noose over his head, then pull the slipknot nice and tight ... he knows I’d like to see him hanged too, and I let him masturbate as I tell him just that, enjoying seeing him come as I strangle him.” Julia gasped with a curt and sadistic pleasure of own, as Ellie made her intentions quite clear to her, with an invitation she could never refuse, as she addressed her husband.
“I think we should have Madam Carder watch whilst you please me like that ... don’t you agree?” His cock was ready to spurt there and then as he faced the schoolmistress he now longed to be dominated by.
“Yes ... oh yes my wife.” Julia laughed cynically, hiding the deep arousal she now felt, lifting Ellie’s hand as she stood, and wagged a finger at the male she knew she already part owned.
“And you realise I shall cane you for that pleasure, don’t you?” He eagerly nodded his approval, his step feeble with the crushing humiliation he felt, and was thrilled by, as the couple became a trio, Julia taking firm command.
“Come, let us find a suitable vantage point before the masses arrive.”
Perkin knew his use would soon be over, as he walked behind the two stem women, now hand in hand to show him their new found affection unashamedly. His erection pulsed and perked as he stepped meekly behind them, fantasising that he was going to the gallows himself, to be hanged by a delighted Ellie whilst Julia watched. His boning cock was not eased from its rigidity, as the eyes of other pompous women, probably of a certain affection as it was a girl to be hanged, viewed the trio with an obvious speculation of feminine union and power, as he trudged behind ... to those eyes, so obviously, and in truth, owned. He had little time for his fantasy though, before the erotic reality of a genuine hanging had that erection perk all the more.
Though they’d allowed good time, the three were astonished at the size of the crowd, which quickly amounted to thousands. Julia sighed with tart pleasure at their fortitude in securing a spot where they did not have just a good, close view of the gallows, but of the iron door in the prison wall, through which the young woman would appear, to see what her wicked deed had earned her. As the hour drew nearer, Ellie had Perkin perform another ritual, which he would thoroughly enjoy having Madam Julia Carder made aware of.
“Time for your prayers Perkin.” Julia, and other women close by, smirked as he immediately dropped to his knees and clasped his hands as though in prayer, Ellie whispering in Julia’s ear.
“People assume that he’s a religious type, and is praying for the soul of the wretch about to be hanged...” She sneered down at him with utter contempt, her curt look caught by some of those women, of whom there were many in attendance, before returning to Julia’s ear.
“ ... in reality, he’s thanking me for allowing him to witness such a lush spectacle ... whilst also hoping that the hanging is a prolonged and entertaining one.” Julia’s contempt for him, doubled, as did the intensity of her arousal, her eyes surveying the cowering male, longing to dominate him whilst his wife watched her take command of him. The crowd began to chant, eager to see the sport to come, and a strange hush came over the seething multitude as the hour came. The two new friends who knew they’d become lovers embraced each other while the token male that was a husband looked on, as the iron door to the gallows platform opened, and Catherine Foster, dressed in black, was led out to face the noose she’d earned.
Julia’s cunt swelled at seeing the look on her face, as she first studied the rope, then looked down at the huge crowd, the vast majority a leering crowd, their rude smiles telling her they longed to see her know the rope. Walked onto the centre of the platform, her hands were pinioned in front of her in a praying position, and Ellie gasped audibly as the noose was slipped over her head, the girl’s mouth seen to gape as she was hooded, and would never see light again. Perkins’s cock stood high and rigid in his underwear, he longing to masturbate as the executioner walked back and attended to the bolt which would send her down. The hushed crowd watched her tremble on the platform ... then with a crash, the platform was gone, and she knew the full pleasure of the rope, to a resounding cheer and applause from a crowd who let her know of their pleasure too.
Madam Julia Carder’s sadistic lust peaked exquisitely, as Catherine Foster was seen to pluck at her gown and jigger in an ecstasy of fatalistic lust on the creaking rope, the drop evidently miscalculated, and her neck not snapped ... she would certainly know the rope’s full pleasure now, strangled slowly. Whilst some of the crowd cried out in abhorrence, others swarmed to be nearer the lusty spectacle with ghoulish delight. Madam Eleanor Perkin, ne Horsfall was of the latter as she viewed the show from her position, her clitoris high and in urgent need of physical stimulation as she watched the jigger of Foster, high up on the rope. She glanced at the gaping Perkin, knowing he’d be spurting his seed most generously later, unable to resist a taunt.
“Ohhh ... I so wish that were you up there Perkin ... look at the pleasure she’s having, you’d spend without question ... imagine the humiliation.” Perkin longed for just that, as Julia squeezed Ellie’s petit waist and sneered at the pathetic male.
“I’d so like to see that too Perkin ... and I always get what I want.” Julia watched in triumph as the pathetic male gasped and grimaced, a half smile adorning his face as he came spontaneously, overcome with submission at her words and the delicious spectacle on the rope. His contortions and the cynical chuckles of his wife and Julia, were viewed with equal delight by several haughty women nearby, and Julia’s bold mood of triumph had her address their contemptuous eyes eagerly.
“Oh don’t worry ladies ... he’s going to be soundly thrashed for his disobedient expenditure.” The warmth of that expenditure, and the meagre orgasm that went with it, was extended deliciously on being humiliated by a woman, before unknown women, whose sneering gazes had him pulse out all the more. He now knew his very life hung, like Catherine Foster, in an exquisitely masochistic balance.
Madam Julia Carder imposed herself so easily upon the attractive Ellie and her pathetic husband that day, it was as though she’d always been there to command and domineer them. Ellie willingly invited her back to the grand residence that the wealth of combined parents had afforded the couple, the two troublesome individuals now safely ignored by those pompous benefactors. Prior to Julia’s immediate instatement as the new head of that household, they had stopped at a wholesaler known to her, where the mature woman had gleefully purchased several rattan canes. Perkin had been told how he’d be thrashed whilst they’d journeyed from Bury St Edmunds ... and now, in the secrecy of the cab on that final stretch, the hard evidence of punishment to come was shown to him by a smiling Julia.
“Just look at this Perkin ... it’s going to have you learn that I shan’t tolerate disobedience from you in any way.” His recently spent cock slipped erect in the mess of semen with which he’d brought humiliation upon himself earlier, and knew he’d soon be spending again as Julia’s elegant hands flexed the rod he so thoroughly deserved before his eyes, her cunt hot and wet for its use, as she set out her stall with sadistically erotic.
“ ... I shall see to it that you’re swiftly brought to tears with its first application, and shan’t stop until you surrender your seed in defeat whilst Your wife is shown how I deal with masculine impertinence ... but you’ll soon be begging to be caned at every opportunity, and I shall be more than happy to oblige.* Though he’d not been caned by her, he was more than ready to beg for it already as the magnificent figure of dominant femininity looked down on him with utter contempt as she flexed the cane horizontally, having its flexible length now toward him.
“Put your hands on it, feel it...” He swallowed hard as he touched the cane whilst she flexed it with a smile.
“ ... just think how that’s going to feel against the flesh of your buttocks ... and I have a very firm hand.” His cock boned to a second lusting rigidity at its feel, whilst Ellie sighed with pleasure at seeing another woman they’d barely known for more than a few hours, take control of her husband ... and her cunt oozed with a longing, at knowing she’d take control of her too. Her eyes met with Julia’s as her pathetic husband fondled the cane he’d soon become fully acquainted with, and gasped out her desire.
“And girls can be caned for misdemeanours too.” Julia grinned with dominant triumph, her clitoris slipping deliciously in its hood as the cab jostled, as she eyed the young woman she’d both dominate and adore, giving out a lusty sigh of her own.
“Oh yes, yes young lady, I shall make sure you are disciplined most thoroughly when necessary.” She let Perkin hold the cane he’d come to know most intimately, as she leaned forward to meet Ellie, whose excited face showed an immediate need, and she leaning forward too, embraced with the older woman ... and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Perkins’s anus tingled in a masochistic and almost fearful bliss, tinged with a certain jealousy as he clenched at the cane, having never received such passion from his wife - except where her contempt for him was concerned. As the embrace went on, with their lips plied in a torrid lust, his realisation that he was surplus to requirements grew even stronger, having his cock pulse at the exquisite possibilities of his disposal ... but there was one vital task that would be required of him, of which he was yet unaware, while the women put him to good use.
At last the two women broke their embrace, the eyes of both, full of erotic excitement as they turned their eyes to the trembling Perkin, and his grip on the cane he’d be thrashed with, the commanding voice of Julia breaking her radiant and satisfied smile first.
“Well Perkin, it seems you have two wives to serve now ... and serve you will.” Ellie’s delight was broken with a severe sneer though, anxious to take further pleasure in putting her unnecessary baggage of a husband down.
“I’ve decided I want to revert to being Ellie Horsfall from now on, you shall refer to me as Madam Horsfall at all times ... the name Perkin will be retained for convenience only, until the time I become widowed...” She looked to the dominant Julia with pouted lips, and kissed her neck before continuing.
“ ... which we hope will be sooner rather than later.” The cunts of the two women flowered with pert arousal at the imaginings of his demise as they chuckled, and Perkins’s cock stood erect in the need of a submissive spend as he was laughed at, Julia taking the cane from his hands and flexing it, as impatient for its usage as was he.
After alighting the cab, both Ellie and Perkin gazed in submissive wonderment at Julia, as she stood admiring the well appointed residence that she would now take control of. Her mind full of sweet contentment with the day’s hanging, and her incredible fortitude at the position she now found herself in, immediately making her intent of authority within it, in less than subtle fashion.
“Yes, this will do me most satisfactorily.” Ellie grinned with pert pleasure at the thought of being owned along with it, as Julia tapped their meagre baggage with her cane.
“See to it Perkin, I’m anxious to see what I’m to be Mistress of.” Perkin was anxious to have her see it too, and see her use that cane. Both Julia and Ellie grinned wickedly as he struggled with their things, awkwardly bit eagerly, in his haste to know punishment. With the front of the detached property hidden from the road by a ring of trees, Ellie embraced Julia once more in perfect confidence, and the two kissed passionately as their pathetic drone struggled impatiently at the ornate front door. Ellie pulled her lips away from the warmth of Julia’s pout.
“I can’t wait to lick your cunt for you ... my Mistress.” Julia’s clitoris peaked deliciously at the younger woman’s eager subservience, and had her know of order immediately.
“You shall indeed my sweet, and my arsehole too whilst I masturbate ... but we’ve a caning and a mock hanging to perform first.” Ellie tugged at the older woman’s gown, her eyes illuminated with the erotic thought of tonguing her mature anus in submission as she drew her toward the house longingly. As soon as they entered, Ellie put her back to the door, sighing with anticipation as she pushed it firmly shut and slipped the bolt shut. Julia grinned with satisfaction on seeing Perkin kneeling with head down and facing her, as he did ritually for the one domineering wife he already had. The mature woman was as eager as he, despite not seeing any more of the property that she was now Mistress of.
“We’ll strip naked immediately...” She placed her rattans which had been lain on the floor by Perkin, into an umbrella stand by the door, the n proceeded to undress with the others. Perkin was the first to be rid of his things, his cock poking high and perking its rigid erection as Ellie completed her undress and sneezed at him, with her nipples poking hard from her firm and petit breasts, her eyes then surveying the magnificent Madam Julia Carder as she in turn, slipped off her clothes with some elegance. Perkin thrust his cock at the air in a submissive and masochistic awe as he took in the curves of the mature woman, who now naked, took a rattan from the stand and flicked the air with it playfully, just the sound of it, having the pathetic and defeated male nearly shoot his mess spontaneously for a second time.
Julia’s cunt buzzed with wanting, as a naked and sweetly feminine Ellie, came and knelt in obedience by her side, yearning to be dominated by her as fervently as her useless husband. As per his, her eyes took in her broad grin as she displayed slightly muscular arms and shoulders, testament to her vigour with the cane. Below the fore of those shoulders, her lusciously full bust poked excited nipples hard from breasts which sagged ever so slightly, complementing her seniority exquisitely. From broad hips backed by deliciously rounded and full buttocks, her womanly belly showed a lush curve which continued the erotic appeal of submissives about to know her dominance ... and between large and generous thighs, her womanhood was seen in all its glory, Perkins’s cock pulsing and perking in wonderment on seeing it had been shaved clean, allowing him a clear view of her labia, and a clitoris in need of urgent attention. She grinned as she watched Perkin’s eyes fixed on her aroused cunt.
“Well Perkin, did you enjoy the hanging? ... it was so arousing, seeing her struggle on the rope, wasn’t it?” She knew the eroticism that had started the day was far from his mind at that point, and that his thoughts were wholly on coming whilst being caned by her, but she’d have him earn the painful privilege, his response squeaked out pathetically as he continued to stare at the vision before him, her stance with the cane so erotic.
“Yes ... yes ... Madam Carder ... Mistress!” Both he and Ellie gasped with excitement as she deftly took the cane, and drew it’s tip through the slot of her aroused cunt, sighing herself as the tip graced the nub of her bulging clitoris. Her grin grew wickedly as she then extended the cane, and placed its fragrantly anointed tip under his nose. Both women watched with spiteful joy as he closed his eyes while he sniffed hard at the spice on the rod he was to be thrashed with, writhing his torso as he cowered on his knees and thrust his cock at the air. Julia whisked the cane away and held it by her side, standing dominant.
“Come and sniff my cunt Perkin.” The submissive male needed no further prompting, and waddled on his knees to face the wondrous spectacle of femininity, his eyes wide as he put his nose close to her lushly lubricated and nicely seasoned cunt.