Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green / Amber
Under normal circumstances I would say that if you find any of these characters bear any resemblance to persons who actually exist, it's a coincidence, but in this story that would be untrue.
There may well be a passing resemblance. Despite the fact I don't know where he is from or where he lives, his job, his first language, his real name, or even for sure how he identifies.
All I know for definite, is he has been badgering me over several stories for a guest pass to the manor!
The only question remains, will he recognize himself?
-X
My phone buzzed and I picked it up, "Hey, Sadie."
"Hi Leslie. Master Walkerson and his guest have arrived. We're in the lobby."
"I'll be right down."
I threw back the dregs of my coffee (gack!) and pushed my phone into my back pocket. Quickly making my way to the stairs. Smirking at a muffled scream from above.
Someone was getting a new piercing!
Trotting down the stairs to try and be impressive and charming for my friend Lucas. Otherwise known as Master Walkerson.
Lucas had asked permission to bring a guest to the manor, and despite the fact that the screening process demonstrated far less caution than we usually encourage and a bit more of a liking for humiliation than I'm personally comfortable with, we had agreed.
All the tests were clear, and John had done the phone interview declaring him a lovely lad, although we weren't totally clear on the he.
"He said he'll identify as 'sissy' for the duration of the weekend," John had stated in our meeting and then cracked up at my wince.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Stop flinching," Sadie scolded me. "People can call themselves, or ask to be called, anything they want."
"I know," I protested. "I totally support that. I can't help the word makes me uncomfortable. It's so demeaning."
Alex had leaned over the account books to kiss my cheek. "Look at it this way. 'Queer' used to be demeaning, but we reclaimed it and now it makes us strong. Maybe in time it'll be the same for 'sissy'."
I smiled and pulled him back for a more thorough kiss, files crashing to the floor and Sadie complaining. "Hello. Office hours, keep it in your own time."
Lucas had got into a bit of trouble in Barcelona, when his phone just upped and died. Taking with it his credit cards, flights, and any way of calling for help.
It just happened to occur as he finished a relaxing lunch in a local restaurant, where he had been flirting with a waiter.
The waiter had, with a hurt look of disillusionment, covered the sixty euros to prevent trouble with his boss, and clearly not expected to see Lucas again.
After a frantic half day of telephoning and days of running around once home. Lucas had made it back to Barcelona the following weekend, and after making good on his debt, invited his helper out to drinks.
Which led to a club, a spanking/fucking session, and a night talking about fantasies and desires.
No BDSM Manor dominant would play with a sub and not be sure to provide after-care.
Which is why we were now in the position of fulfilling a long held fantasy.
I approached the bottom of the elegant staircase to hear Sadie's voice carrying to me.
"In fact, my cousin was only fifteen, almost sixteen, when we inherited the estate. It took three years to get up and running and I met John in that time." There was a pause, no doubt as she sent a smouldering look John's way.
"It was a delicate balance. It was still Leslie's home as much as mine, trying to keep him involved without actually telling him much. It was a relief when he turned eighteen I can tell you. Of course, boarding school made it much easier. That's a family tradition. We mostly closed down the works and refused to answer questions when he was home."
I skirted around the painfully restrained, moaning, dripping, cumdump to reach the group, sending a wink to the minder as John drawled, "He was a terribly precocious young man, anyway."
I sent him a sarcastic smile as I approached the group. Holding out my hand and smiling for real at our guest for the weekend.
He was a little older than I expected. Quite tall and very slender, with a shock of blond hair curling over his mask, which all guests wear.
Tight, but not quite skinny, jeans and a high necked frilly top, which left his arms bare.
A somewhat aristocratic face and bearing, from what I could see. Proud. Ah yes, my thumbs immediately itched with the desire to transform that proud continuance to pleading pleasure/pain. I could see what had attracted Lucas.
"Leslie Morgan," we shook hands firmly. "But you will address me as Master Aquarius unless advised differently."
"Of course, Master. I'm pleased to meet you, and thank you for having me. Most people call me FZ."
He had an accent I could not quite place, certainly he wasn't Spanish, and pronounced the Z like an American. Eff-Zee.
His eyes were respectful and excited on mine, but struggling to stay put. Darting around the grand entrance and repeatedly to the cumdump, who was stretched over a rack, covered in gloopy mess, cock caged, gagged, and blindfolded. Shaking with desire and frustration.
"I'm afraid I can't introduce you to my husband, our fourth partner, until later. He's a little tied up right now." I waved a hand casually at the vibrating cumdump and was gratified to see FZ's eyes open wide in shock.
"He's also my slave," I confirmed leaning closer. "Would you like a turn?"
"Your? Master. Um. Thank you, but no." FZ looked quite startled, but relaxed when Lucas came and ran a hand down his back. "But I'm a sub?" he asked.
"So's Alex," Lucas confirmed. "He doesn't do this very often, but the subs love to come and cum on him when he does. See?" he broke off laughing as three chastity slaves came running in, having just been handed their keys. Their masters wandering along, amused, behind them.
"Me first, unlock me first. It's been six fucking weeks."
There was a frantic giggle as Greg knelt down in front of Taz, who was hopping in excitement.
"Stop jumping about," Greg demanded, but then looked up as Taz froze, having caught sight of me.
Three slaves looked at me in dismay. "Is Alex finished?" Greg asked, still on his knees, looking like he was going to cry.
"No at all. Go for it," I reassured them, and laughed at their happy yells. The masters decided to help with the unlocking, as their poor subs were all shaking too much with excitement to deal with the teeny padlocks.
John unzipped with a lazy, "Fuck it. Might as well make use of him." And grinned as FZ caught sight of the lamppost he calls a cock. (He has to use two hands to jerk off. Three would be easier!)
"I'll be in the bar," Sadie declared, as it became clear all of us were going to bless Alex with the proof of our manhood.
"Come on, FZ," Lucas encouraged, and finding his courage, with all of us laughing, we splattered Alex to kingdom cum.
Three hours later, Alex wandered out from the shower, scrubbing a towel over his hair with a wince.
"Come here," I nudged him onto a stool and started to rub. Alex's arms were too sore from the bondage.
"Did anyone NOT jack off on me?" he wondered.
"I think Stacey would have had a go, if she had the equipment," I admitted. Referring to his minder this morning.
"This one," John stated, holding up one of our choices for FZ's costume tomorrow. Right now, he was in the gardens with Lucas and Sadie, being shown around. Today was observation only.
"Perfect," I declared.
Alex frowned at the outfit. "Really? I would've thought the maid thing."
"Everything's on display with the maid outfit," John said. "There's something about FZ that's almost," he paused and clicked his fingers.
"Regal," I supplied.
"Yes, exactly. He needs more cover."
-X
The following afternoon I was in the library with the twelve masters who were getting some FZ-tail today.
After a good tour and early evening in the Voyeurs room, Lucas and FZ had joined me, Alex, Sadie and John, in our apartment for dinner. It's a bit odd, eating in a mask, so easier for him to join us in private.
It had been a pleasant evening and he was very excited.
During the course of the Saturday tour, all of the masters we had asked to participate had met FZ, and none had pulled out. In fact, we had ended up with two extra.
FZ would have clearly taken everyone on site, and had asked both John and Lucas, if he could sign as many waivers as we wished and take his use bareback.
That was, of course, a big fat no. Totally against the rules here, and yes, I'm a hypocrite, and yes, I slipped him my cousin's email and said...if you're ever in Sydney!
Conversation dipped and everyone looked up as the door opened and Lucas led FZ in.
"This is my friend Sissy," Lucas announced, as he helped FZ pull his mask off. "He's all yours, whatever you need." Then with a final glance at FZ's nervous and excited smile, Lucas abandoned him and joined me at the bar.
I wasn't taking part in these shenanigans. My role today was as a minder.
"Sissy!" Master Black's voice boomed out, making FZ jump slightly. "Perhaps you would be kind enough to fetch me some water. Over on the side there," he pointed and FZ hustled to obey.
Winding his way back through leering masters, he passed Master Black the glass. Eyes opening wide when Master Black captured his wrist and tugged him a little closer.
"Well don't you look delightful, dear Sissy. Makes me rather want to take advantage."
He wasn't putting it on. Master Black really does talk like a melodramatic Victorian villain.
