by Jackie J
Weeks turned into months and whilst there may have been some lingering hope, in the early weeks, there was to be no return to her previous life for Countess Polanski. Her head remained shaven, the belt only removed at essential times of the month and any thoughts of a change from her chosen path had long evaporated leaving little, if any, trace of the smart sophisticated woman she once was.
Weeks turned into months and whilst there may have been some lingering hope, in the early weeks, there was to be no return to her previous life for Countess Polanski. Her head remained shaven, the belt only removed at essential times of the month and any thoughts of a change from her chosen path had long evaporated leaving little, if any, trace of the smart sophisticated woman she once was.
During the first weeks and months Miss Jennings fed
the Countess's fetish, binding her, locking her in her squalid room, having her
new young Mistress mocking her and of course the Countess was punished for the
merest indiscretion or failure to comply to Miss Jennings's strict regime.
Countess Polanski had known how effective her
housekeeper was at subjugation and the breaking of will’s, she couldn’t risk
that, could she, but she had. Her worst fears had been realised unannounced,
unnoticed and seamlessly. Her mental and physical capitulation and degradation
leaving Countess Polanski no different to the other young women who, she had
watched with envy, surrender their minds and bodies to her manipulative
housekeeper.
Despite years of resistance and denial, she had
willingly entered Miss Jennings's sticky psychological web. The Countess had perhaps
foolishly convinced herself that allowing herself under Miss Jennings's control
could be a temporary arrangement for her, how wrong she was. Her misplaced
trust and perverse desire to share the experience of her once victims, which
was enthusiastically accommodated by her housekeeper, she had surrendered
herself to be reduced from the mistress of Sharston manor to its household skivvy.
She was an obedient maid now and nothing more, an equal only to her fellow maid
Annette who also now knew nothing other than the drudgery of a common
housemaid, the drudgery she shared with the once Mistress of Sharston manor.
Whilst Mistress Madeline continued to use Polly for
her pleasure, the name now given to the most recent housemaid at Sharston,
Annette was also a frequent visitor to her Mistresses bed chamber. Madeline,
having seduced her old friend, eventually had her succumb to the pleasures of
Sapphic capitulation.
Madeline was somewhat confused and unsure when
Patricia explained what truly went on behind the walls of Sharston Manor but,
enjoying the freedoms and lifestyle she had been presented with, was soon
welcoming the first client with the same deceptive duplicity displayed by the
Countess before her and quickly forgot her friend Annette had been the victim
of such cunning deception.
Sharston manor remains open for business to this day,
clients welcomed by the pretty young mistress and her housekeeper Miss
Jennings.
The Countess should have heeded the phrase “be careful what you wish for, it might just come true”.
ReplyDeleteMistress Madeline of Sharston Hall has a nice ring to it, and business continues, i am sure Miss Jennings still manipulates the strings like a puppet mistress, but does so with subtlety, cunning and manipulation.
Apparent charity by the Countess at outset resulting in chastity at conclusion for her, that sums up this wonderful story for me, with many exciting interactions on the journey.
Thank you Jackie, for another outstanding story, and the epilogue concluded things perfectly.
Hi Betsy,
DeleteThank you for you kind comments much appreciated.
On with another story which I hope you also enjoy
Hugs
Jackie J
XXX
I love those kinkier twists :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic read as always Jackie!
Thank you.
Great story, loved every episode.
ReplyDeleteThis is a masterpiece, really! Hope you will find ways to add chapters to your new story "An Invite from a Neighbour" more or less along the same pattern. Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteI liked it. I really did, especially all the twists and turns.
ReplyDeleteWhich only makes it worse, considering how much wasted potential I see here. Namely, Lizzie not following her namesake and remaining a husk of a character. Maybe it's my ego speaking, anticipating her not to be a cowering pet but a crouching tigress waiting for her chance to pounce.
All that buildup of her being capable but disregarded by Miss Jennings and Countess Polanski. Initially tasked with all the grunt work like collecting the properties of the two ladies with who knows how many phones, not to mention potential shopping duties, cleaning access, and time.
Jackie had everything ready to write a natural domme who, put in a helpless situation, bided her time and complied, waiting for an opening. Any leverage, like a recording of abuse, or even better, a scandal, her ticket to stand her ground. A potentially resentful, sharp mind desperate to carve out leverage. But let's say instead of making it her ticket out, she kept collecting to turn the tables. Right until her tenure was about to end and her useless stepmother came for her. It could have been so easy to finally shed her pretense and scorn her stepmother right under the nose of Miss Jennings. Getting that impulsive thing to leave in a screaming fit before telling Miss Jennings part of what's been done with all her extra time. Not to mention she is far from physically helpless, having labored for the last few months. All she needs is a preset timer only she can halt to automatically share her data and the guts to confront her tormentors.
Miss Jennings herself probably didn't have it easy. Granted, controlling Maddie, who just stumbled into being made a domme, makes perfect sense from a puppeteer's perspective. But being confronted by a potential peer who endured it all without losing herself could make Miss Elizabeth Jones Spencer a potential prodigy. One that played her cards to stay instead of escaping the manor. Be it shock, begrudging respect, or the desire for a peer, those two could have a long conversation with the potential for a truly great twist.
Just consider those two coming to an amicable agreement. A sidelined Annie, a shaved Polly, and a cocky Maddie to be played with not just by Miss Jennings but also her aspiring pupil, young lady Jones.
A young lady Jones that didn't just experience but endure the training that packaged good-for nothings into maids. Poised to train Polly while expressing all the scorn she felt while cornered. The violent juxtaposition of who's supposed to be on top. After months of effort, her body and figure in proper shape to physically implement all kinds of punishments for every slight she had to endure. (1)
Going up against Maddie in a competition for Pollie's subjugation would be nothing but a play pretend game. Slowly taking all that cocky brat thought to be hers until she violently lashes out and has a potential assault charge ready to be filed and forwarded to her parents. Tossed out of the manor only to come crawling back because she couldn't lose what she had there. Ready to be put to proper use.
ReplyDelete(Young lady Jones learning from the best. Toying with Annie's mind and memories by imposing that she's always been the young lady of the household, demonstrating it. Twisting their shared experiences and interactions until the poor thing can't differentiate which memories are real and which are obviously fake. At which point she would be confused and receptive to anything and everything. To be made into whatever is desired.)
Naturally, after a while of cooperation, Elizabeth could try to test the waters with Miss Jennings. Implying or joking that she too was bound to be curious about her own craft and its applications. To which the experienced miss could smile, show off a few faded scars, and tell an old story of her youth. What she faced to be the person she is today. What it cost her and how she made her would-be subjugators pay. Before politely requesting for the young lady to repeat her last suggestion/joke. At which point an intelligent and aware peer is to stop any further attempts, step back, and offer genuine respect to her teacher.
After weeks or months, Elizabeth's father could just pass away in a sudden accident. His will not revised since his dear wife passed away. When he stipulated that everything would be inherited by his daughter, Elizabeth Jones Spencer. Just imagine having the close-to-destitute stepmother (and her snarky daughter from a past marriage) crawl headfirst into the maw of a true domme in the making.
At last, we have Lady Elizabeth Jones Spencer come in full bloom. A true blue-blooded domme having implemented every trick in the book. Ready to be unleashed on the higher aristocracy that even Miss Jennings never had access to. With her protégé ready to apply the teacher's craft on the high end of society, even Miss Jennings might find that at last she has to pass her mantle. Not being tricked, cajoled, or eased into it. But a self-initiated outright declaration of surrender. Perfectly ready and aware that there was no going back. The creation of a true demoness yearning for sacrifice.
all that potential, gone...
It seems like Jackie's been long absent. So let this be my echo chamber.
With all of that said. I still enjoyed my read. I really did.
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