Chapter Eight:
Control and Reconciliation
In the Tremayne household Crystal finished a letter she had been writing to Daisy. In it she apologised for seducing John while she had accompanied The Lady Dowager on her stay at Mistress Cynthia's House in London. She explained that The Dowager had instructed her to do so and she felt that she had no choice but to do as she had been told. Whilst she knew how much this had hurt Daisy she did not wish their friendship to end and perhaps it was for the best that Daisy had discovered that John was a typically duplicitous man who had only feigned love for Daisy whilst she, Crystal, really wished to be her friend. She ended her letter by asking if Daisy could find it in her heart to forgive her for which Crystal would be eternally grateful. She made no mention of John's arrival and acceptance of his position at the Tremayne household preferring to keep this to herself until such time as Daisy had indicated she wished to renew their friendship. Crystal folded the letter and placed it in an envelope on her bedside table, ready for posting the following morning.
She picked up the journal in which she had been keeping a record of the training regime she had put John through ready for the attention of the Dowager Lady. As per her instruction Crystal had used the last two weeks to 'break him in' as The Dowager Lady had entrusted her to do and would present this journal to The Dowager Lady this evening.
Each morning Crystal had reminded John that if he failed to follow any instruction, showed any hint of disobedience then she would inform the Dowager Lady and he would be immediately dismissed. She had been told to ensure he was both sexually compliant and able to take increasing levels of physical punishment as well as accepting any task however humiliating. Each evening, before retiring to his rock-hard, wooden bed, John was required to spend time in The Dowager Lady's dungeon where Crystal would apply a strict disciplinary regime. This usually involved tying him naked to a wooden cross and beating him. Initially this had been with a wooden paddle but had progressed through the to the flogger, the riding crop and finally the cane. She marked him each evening and his back and buttocks were crisscrossed with old and newer bruises and welts. At the end of each session, he was first required to satisfy Crystal who had been aroused at her beating of him with his mouth and tongue and then masturbate as she pulled his hair, slapped his face and called him every humiliating name she knew until he came and then locked up every drop of his cum from the floor and swallowed it. In this way she aimed to demean him to the point he no longer knew anything but obedience, discipline and his own worthlessness and she believed she had achieved this goal. All of this and much more had been recorded in her journal.
Opening the journal, she read through a few of her entries:
Tuesday:
I insisted John should wear only a leather apron, open at the back whilst carrying out his new duties for the day. These included collecting the dirty underwear from each of the maids, cook and her assistant and hand washing them in a large metal container placed outside in the garden where the Dowager could see him from her bedroom window. At one point I chided him for failing to clean them properly and forced him to repeat washing them with a pair of the scullery maid's knickers stuffed in his mouth scrubbing them again and again till his hands were red and raw. I enjoyed seeing the flash of anger in his eyes at the humiliation he felt having to do this task and then see it disappear as he accepted this without complaint. When he hung them out to dry on the clothes line I had all the maids come out to watch him, sniggering and making crude remarks as he did, making fun of his pathetic duties.
Thursday
I imposed a new beginning to his daily duties which required him to collect the piss from the chamber pots in each of the servants' rooms and bring it down to the outside pit. This required him to rise at 5am and when the following day he slipped on the wet grass and spilt some I had him bend over while I caned his arse hard out on the lawn before pouring the rest of the stale, cold piss over his head. I was pleased to notice he accepted this punishment without a murmur or any sign of objection, with deadened eyes.
Later in the day at the servants' evening meal once again wearing only his leather apron he was required to serve the other servants their food and refill their pint mugs with beer, whilst they gossiped. He himself was only allowed to be fed leftovers from other's plates after they had finished eating whilst walking around the table on all fours like a dog, much to the amusement of the other servants who joked about what doggy name he should be known by.
Monday
Mrs Wimpole delivered the weekly groceries accompanied by her husband during the late afternoon and after John had unloaded the cart, I invited both of them into the stable along with John. I told John and Mr Wimpole to strip to their waists and helped by Mrs Wimpole we attached leather headgear and a bit to each of them and I took hold of John's reigns and Mrs Wimpole similarly took hold of the reigns of her husband. We each picked up a riding crop and paraded them around in a circle using the crops to get them to pick up their feet. When bored with this we had them remove their clothes from the waist down so that they were naked except for the leather tackle and reigns. We then had them go down on all fours and sitting astride them rode them around the stable applying the crop regularly to increase their pace. I could see how excited Mrs Wimpole became and quietly suggested to her that I could instruct John, still wearing his horsey gear, to mount her while her husband had to watch. She was most enthusiastic about this idea and got on all fours while I stroked John's cock till it was hard and then had him mount her from behind and service her whilst her husband watched. I used a whip two or three times on John's buttocks and his back as he fucked Mrs Wimpole while noticing how Mr Wimpole was masturbating as he watched a young stud service his elderly wife enjoying her moans and groans of pleasure.
(The following occurrence was not entered into her diary: When he had finished Mr and Mrs Wimpole dressed and unseen by John, Mrs Wimpole slipped two half-crowns into Crystal's hand )
I tethered John to the stable door still naked and told him he would spend the night in the stables and should bed down in the straw and I would instruct one of the young stable girls to wake him first thing and oversee his mucking out of the stable and then to hose him down with cold water before allowing him to return to the house to begin his morning duties.
Thursday
I decided to put John through a test to determine the extent to which his training had been successful or not. Having tied him, naked to the wooden cross I began to ask him a series of questions:
"Who are you and what position do you hold in this household?"
"I am John and I am a footman."
"Incorrect, your name is slut and you are a slave to The Dowager Lady. Now answer the question again."
This was accompanied by a swish of the crop across his chest.
"My name is slut and I am a slave to the Dowager Lady."
