Contentious Probate
Marcus drove up through the grounds of the stately home. The warm day belied the grey skies and the heaviness in the air.
He was feeling some tension himself, a man heading into one of the Domina Guild’s more prominent outposts, and to gain an audience with the mysterious Lady Jennings. He kept the details of his visit deliberately vague and was indeed surprised that she agreed to host him.
As Marcus pulled up in front of the main entrance, he saw two figures emerge from within. Firstly, a tall young man with blonde hair. He was stick thin, and his long neck gave him the appearance of a giraffe in a suit. The second person was a smaller and stout older lady. Her grey hair scraped back severely, and with an expression that could sour milk before it had left the cow……
Both were wearing black clothing, and it keeping with the Guild’s distinctive identity, the attire was made of leather. The woman resembled a Victorian governess, as the shiny dress billowed out from her waist, with a large set of keys hanging from the belt. The man had something akin to a butler’s uniform and his face held an arrogant, superior look.
Marcus got out of the car and smiled as he walked to greet them.
“I’m here to see Lady Jennings, my name is Marcus Glen."
The man stepped forward, looming over Marcus.
"What is your business with her Ladyship?”
Marcus bristled slightly. He had heard that staff belonging to the Guild’s many estates could be more obnoxious than some of the actual members. But, ever the gentleman, he politely told the man that this was a matter between him and Lady Jennings…the rendezvous had been arranged some weeks ago. The lady beckoned to Marcus and she led him into the house, leaving the man staring resentfully after him.
“Please excuse Mr Owens. He’s recently joined us and has brought some of his former employer’s charm with him, he seems to be constantly confused about why we run a less formal house here. I’ll fetch her Ladyship, Mr Glen. No doubt she will wish to arrange tea with you.”
Marcus thanked the lady, who was much more pleasant than her initial appearance. As he waited, he saw the usual array of some familiar portraits hanging on the walls and up the staircase. The ominous sight of the Domina Guild’s crest was prominently displayed atop the stairs, as well outside the house’s main door.
The true worth of the Guild was never made public, although the property portfolio alone was staggering. Other forms of income were protected and hidden from public scrutiny, but there was no denying that in England, many heritage titles and estates were disappearing year on year.
Which brought us to Lady Jennings.
Marcus heard the sharp click of heels from above and the woman herself appeared. She was tall, perhaps close to six feet, even without the heels. Her body was slim and athletic, her coffee coloured skin glistened and her lips full and sensual. Her black leather trousers were elegantly tailored, along with the matching black blouse. Her eyes were a striking blue as she smiled warmly at Marcus….
“Mr Glen, I’m so pleased to meet you. I assume you found us with no issues?”
Marcus nodded and took her hand, her voice was rich and deep, with a hint of American. The perfect white teeth had the sharpness of a lioness as she moved like a big cat herself. This magnificent ebony goddess was everything Marcus imagined, which would make his true purpose all the harder to achieve.
“I’m sure Mrs Hart has mentioned tea, I hope you have the time.”
Marcus said he would be glad to take tea, and followed Lady Jennings to the drawing room. He was transfixed by her hips swaying in the trousers. She sat, gracefully. The soft black leather creaking quietly as she crossed her long legs. Marcus sat and tried to keep his gaze off the leather that was now very close to him.
Mrs Hart bustled into the room, followed by the young maid. The girl was wearing a latex uniform and Marcus stared at her with great curiosity. Lady Jennings watched him all the while and then turned to address him when the others had departed.
“Does this attire pose a problem, Mr Glen? I assume you don’t see this type of clothing every day.”
Marcus shook his head….
“I do not, Lady Jennings.But I’m aware that the Domina Guild have their own rules and that extends to anyone within it. I don’t wish to sound unsavoury, but I like it a lot. Perhaps I should have dressed more appropriately.”
His dark green eyes glittered with mischief as he finished his sentence. Lady Jennings started laughing and patted his knee.
“We might be able to find something. I think some leather would look very nice on you. Have you ever worn any?”
Marcus shook his head again, apart from a jacket or two, he never thought about it……certainly not until now. Her Ladyship drained her tea and stood.
“Can I tempt you to accompany me upstairs, Mr Glen? I mean, we can discuss the other business while we’re there.”
Another long walk and a show of her Ladyship’s amazing figure was given as they headed to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Marcus started to feel nervous….he was playing along, but would he get caught out…….. maybe worse? Lady Jennings seemed charming and affable, her gracious beauty contrasting starkly with what little was known about her.
She opened the door to reveal a massive dressing room. Rows of leather, latex, pvc and other fetishwear adorned the open wardrobe storage. Across from the clothing was shelves lined with shoes, heels, boots. Boxes of gloves, lingerie, and scarves completed the lineup. Lady Jennings flashed that perfect smile as Marcus slowly walked in to see more.
“The smaller room next door has more speciality items, but that’s for another time. See anything you like?”
Marcus was dazed. The business visit he had concocted was rapidly losing its reasoning as the heady aroma of the latex and leather began to invade his senses. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, as Lady Jennings walked over and stroked the back of his hair, whispering seductively…….
“I know who you really are, Marcus. I know why you’re here and I know what you want. But, my handsome boy, you need to give me what I want first…..then maybe we’ll talk.”
Lady Jennings started to undress, she kicked off her heels and let the trousers fall to the floor. Her blouse followed and she stood in leather bra and panties. She beckoned Marcus over to complete her disrobing. Every logical thought in his head warned him to leave while he could, his cover was blown, but he was powerless. His hand trembled as he unhooked her bra and then slid the panties down to her ankles. Marcus was hypnotised as her toned, naked body looked better than he could even imagine.
Her breasts were firm, natural and the discrete nipple piercings gleamed in the light. Her pussy was smooth and fragrant. She gently pushed Marcus to his knees. His head was between her legs and he was eagerly, desperately eating her out. She grunted in animalistic lust as Marcus’s tongue lapped her sodden cunt. She forced him deeper, his only choice to continue orally pleasuring her…..it was a minute or two more, but she came. The explosion was raw as she finally finished, slumping against a dressing table.
Marcus was breathing heavily, all he could taste was Lady Jennings. He looked down and his cock was raging inside his trousers, he wanted to cum too, but not yet. He had to retain an element of control…..at least that’s what he told himself.
Her Ladyship looked down at Marcus. The warm smile had turned completely to a predatory licking of the lips. The eyes were narrow, focused like a tigress honing in on its prey. She reached into the sea of fetishwear and started to throw items on the floor.
“Dress me.”
The command was simple, stern and powerful. Marcus picked the clothing up. A sleek latex catsuit, front lacing patent thigh boots and matching pvc gauntlets. She directed him to the silicone oil and ordered him to rub it over her. He silently obeyed and took his time making sure her Ladyship was fully covered, ready for the latex suit to be slipped into. The suit was like liquid as it clung to every inch of her glorious body. More oil was needed to shine the catsuit until she was standing there, a symbol of complete feminine power.
She sat and clicked her fingers toward the boots. Marcus gently placed them on her feet and the long, slow zipping made him harder.
“Make sure they are completely laced up, too. These boots need to stand tall.”
Marcus nodded and ensured the front laces were tightly tied. The squeak of the boots and the following creak of the elbow length pvc gauntlets thrilled her Ladyship as she told Marcus to undress.
“I think some nice leather chaps, high boots and a vest. I like my biker boys, Mr Glen. You never know when a ride is required. Go and fetch them, I’m sure we can find your size.”
Marcus stood naked, cock erect and dripping with precum. His body was slim, not muscular. But Lady Jennings seem pleased enough with him. He went to the huge collection and found some chaps. A pair of knee high biker boots and a lace up leather vest. He thought the attire looked a little ridiculous, but he wasn’t in charge of this fashion show.
“You want some help, baby boy?”
Marcus smiled sheepishly as Lady Jennings helped him into the chaps…..of course taking great care in molesting his cock as she did. The smooth, gloss of the gloves made him weak as her grip tightened. The chaps were almost skintight as he tucked them into the high boots, the vest was next as he stood, now dressed in his first leather fuck gear. Lady Jennings purred in approval as she circled him. The heels of her boots making her a giant apex predator. She slapped his exposed ass hard and once again gripped his cock.
“So, you want to tell me why you’re here? Perhaps I’ll give you the best handjob you’ve ever had…..and then who knows? Maybe I’ll reward you further with every other piece of information you give me……this might be the only time you get a choice. And this might be the only time you get to use that pretty mouth for talking. I have other plans for it.”
Marcus squirmed under her touch. The gloved hand slowly jerking him off, the other touching and probing his ass. He started to speak, desperately trying to ignore the feelings of erotic pleasure….
“I came here to get my home back….you stole it from me. You tricked my father into marriage and made him cut me out from everything.”
Lady Jennings raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so? Maybe your father didn’t want you to have this place…..I mean, he never mentioned anything about you. He said he had a son and disowned him, I don’t think you know what kind of man he was, sugar. He was a selfish and perverted old bastard. The things he asked me to do to him….it was ungodly. Fortunately I have an interest in the unsavoury way of the world. It seems like you took right after him, hmm?”
She quickened the masturbation of Marcus’s cock and he exploded. She drew her other hand up and pressed it over his mouth. He groaned into the hand gag and carried on thrusting. He was cumming over and over…..milked dry and helpless.
“The only reason you’re here is because I tempted you. I made myself the subject of some interesting press…….something I knew you would take notice of. And here you here. My leather stepson with his cock in my hand.”
She grabbed his balls and squeezed, drawing a whimper from Marcus….
You’re in my jungle, baby…..and I’m the biggest, baddest bitch here. I’m really going to enjoy having you as my toy…..just your your father. You want your inheritance? I’ll give you all you handle.”
Marcus stared mutely at her Ladyship. Any pretence of masculinity had been milked from him. It was clear that he was as submissive as his father before him. Lady Jennings looked almost sympathetic as he knelt before her. She reached over and rang the service bell, before grabbing the heavy dog collar and leash. Within moments, Mrs Hart appeared, her own expression cold and cruel. Lady Jennings handed her the collar, along with the leather muzzle gag and steel cuffs.
“Please take Mr Glen to my private room. Oh, and Mrs Hart…..make him comfortable. He’s going to be staying with us for a little while. Please also ask Mr Owens to dispose of our new guest’s car. He won’t be needing it.”
Mrs Hart nodded and buckled the thick collar around Marcus’s neck, and cuffed his wrists. She had the muzzle in hand as she viciously jerked the chain, dragging Marcus from the room.
The family unit was looking much brighter now.
