Eleanor of Penkhull
Copyright© 2019 by Midsummerman
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Having worked her way up from the grime of the Victorian potteries, successfully dominating a male through going from his housekeeper to his wife and owner, Eleanor now enjoys total liberation following his demise. Fresh from the funeral, which has confirmed her acquisition of his wealth, she ventures forth to acquire further fortune at the expense of masculinity.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Historical BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex
It was evident to the women that some darkly exciting history was enveloped in the foreboding walls of Darkington Hall, the place just seemed to ooze a certain decadence, and their greeting of their transport by cowering male servants, ushered by feminine staff so obviously in control of them, enhanced the dark arousal each woman felt. Madam Eleanor Brigham marvelled wistfully about one area in particular as more carriages drew up, her gaze concentrating on the air above the clock tower, around which the black shapes of birds of carrion perpetually circled, Madam Barbara Huntsford smiling intensely at er on noting er interest, but saying nothing at hat point.
Madam Marie Roussell grinned with pompous pride, as newly liberated women she’d invited along, submissive husbands and pets in tow, gasped with an intense sexual pleasure on seeing the obedience of the male servants, each controlled by a stern looking maid, dropping to her feet as she approached, to kiss her feet in natural worship. Those husbands erected immediately, on seeing and imagining what they would now face, on entering Darkington Hall. They’d been more than excited and a little fearful on seeing the lowly status of the gimp masked C8 and C9, their identities erased, along with their former lifestyles, in their reduction to absolute slavery. Both Madam Roussell and Eleanor grinned with an anticipation of their own, on viewing the expression of those once pompous males, having now been recently outed as submissives, and brought to a place from which there would be no going back to their prior impudent status.
Eleanor’s and Marie’s grins were especially wicked when viewing a male whose bewildered gaze had been prominent throughout the journey, from joining the entourage. A portly middle-aged male, he was typical of the new ‘captures’ but the circumstances were particularly interesting, especially as one of the older women, with a much younger male than she, was known to be his wife ... but he was firmly under the control of another woman of a similar age. As Madam Beatrice Belvedere, grand hostess and matriarch of Darkington ushered her guests in, she noted the interest shown by the two, as the awestruck male was coaxed towards the entrance by his sneering female owner.
“Welcome Madam Roussel ... and this must be Madam Brigham, I take it?...” Marie confirmed Eleanor as such, Beatrice noting her continuing interest of the male as they smirked in his direction, though he was just one of many facing the delights of feminine domination at Darkington for the first time.
“I see you’ve brought many new recruits to our fold ... some more interesting than others, it would appear.” Marie sneered with a rare pleasure as her eyes picked out the male who looked more sheepish than ever, on being ordered to strip, as were all the male property, on entering the feminine domain of Darkington. His owner looked down on his reluctance with smug contentment, as did his wife, standing close and equally smug at is downfall, as her own pet readily stripped in obedience.
“The lady with the younger male is Madam Harriet Dobson, the older male now enjoying public humiliation for he first time is her husband ... and the stern woman enjoying seeing his humiliation before other women, is a former employee at the household which was once his and is now Madam Dobson’s...” She sighed wistfully, as the portly male’s flabby body was exposed to the goading eyes of delighted womanhood, his humiliation made all the richer by the contrast of his out of condition figure, when up against he lithe and fit younger property, now favoured by is wife. Whilst Dobson’s cock only drooped in a semi-erection as the masochistic pleasure of humiliation began to overcome his shaming, the younger male’s cock was viewed with lusting admiration by the watching women, not least Mrs. Dobson, as it erected stiff and hard in the pleasure of his submission, as Marie continued.
“The woman now in control and ownership of Madam Dobson’s pathetic husband, was employed by Harriet as governess ... through myself, on her suspecting that her pompous husband was a submissive, despite his facade of an authoritative ‘man of the house’, and she having always had dominant tendencies ... but with a taste for a more suitable slave, whose fine erection you now witness, is being put to good use by her regularly...” Her dialogue was cut short for a moment, as curt laughter and derisory sneering from female guests and Darkington maids alike, greeted the rise to a pert erection of Dobson’s feeble manhood, on being collared and leashed by the smiling maids ... with the assistance of the woman who now owned him, whilst his wife sneered with contempt at his not being able to hide his pleasure in submission.