Sir Tortuga's Society Household Blog
Chapter 23: Majordomo
Copyright© 2011 by JoeTortuga
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 23: Majordomo - I run a Household in a secret BDSM Society. I think we need to be more open, and join the rest of the world, so I'm blogging about what really goes on here. I'm a pansexual sadist, and I take my pleasure wherever I will. The codes will update as I post, out of courtesy. I'll update weekly with my posts from the previous week.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Sadistic Group Sex Orgy Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
This morning, as I was going through the documents that Anna had prepared for me on bed slaves, Tom, my majordomo entered my office. Tom is, for want of a better word, a beautiful man. He's average height and build, not overly muscled but not fat either. His chest hair is a fine light grey that you can barely see, which gives the allusion of being hairless, while still having the masculine feel of hair when you run your hands over his chest.
The most beautiful thing about Tom, though, is his cock. It's not about the size and thickness of it, but the way the size and thickness combine in some sort of golden mean in the beauty of his rampant cock. But even when he's not hard, it lies against his balls, beckoning the eye with it's perfection. He's only a few years older than I am, and we grew up together, and yes I've had plenty of time with that cock, and he with mine.
He's a switch, which puts him in an interesting place in our Society. He could choose to be a dominant, and hide his submission in his House, or he could be a submissive and almost never be allowed to satisfy his dominant and sadistic urges. I made him my majordomo of fucktoys so that he could be dominant to them, and submissive to me. It works, and he gets what he needs.
"Sir," he said. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but it has come to my attention that there are people in your household not getting their needs met."
This is his job; I have too many fucktoys to be sure they all get what they need from me. Most of the time he can provide it, or adjust the schedules so it happens naturally. Sometimes he needs to come to me.
I turned away from my desk and looked at him. "Go on," I said.
"Performance of one particular staff member is down 33%," he said. "I suggest corrective action."
"That sounds serious," I said. "Who would that be?"
He knelt in front of me and offered up a flogger. "Me, Sir. Please beat me?"
I took the flogger, and led him into the basement, my papers forgotten.
For this, it was just he and I in a room by ourselves, other fucktoys dismissed and ignored. I tied him simply: wrist cuffs on a short chain, hung on a hook so that he stood on the balls of his feet. His cock pointed out with a slight curve up as he stood. A simple spotlight directed down on him was the only light, so I could move in and out of darkness around him.
As he stood there, completely at my mercy, I let myself give into my own desires. I knelt in front of him, and took that perfect cock into my mouth. I wrapped a hand around his shaft, and with the other, I cradled his balls as I sucked him. I don't suck cock often; I usually don't want to.