#domina guild

[lady-redbird]

“Welcome to the Domina Guild. You should be honoured…..anything with a cock and balls usually gets transported in here with less comfort.”

[lady-redbird]

“You should be thanking me for keeping you here. The rest of the council want to string you up. Men aren’t welcome here.”

“But don’t worry, I’ll convince my sisters that you can prove your worth. Don’t fucking let me down, either.”

[lady-redbird]

Joining the Club - Induction

I tried to suppress a nervous laugh as I saw my reflection.

I was no stranger to wearing leather by any means. From buying my first jacket and knee high boots when I was a teenager, to owning various garments throughout my life. But wearing all this? It felt like fancy dress.

The stark boudoir set the tone as I stood looking at myself with disbelief. The erotic sensation as I slipped on the thigh boots was hotter than hell and heard that delicious sound of the zip trailing up my legs. Then there was the feel of the luxurious stockings underneath. As for the leather skirt? short and tight…….gripping my thighs and hips as it forced me to walk in a swaying fashion.

Finally, the long, soft leather gloves, struck corset and zipped vest. My whole persona was now of a leather clad bitch, complete with thin leather lash in my hand. My daydreaming interrupted as I heard my host returning. The thundering of heels approached from outside and the door swung open…..

Baroness Thorne stood in the doorway. A large and imposing woman, I met her by chance at a dinner some weeks ago and was struck by her effortless elegance and dominant personality. For a lady nearly 70 years old, she looked remarkable. Her generous frame was clad in a chic, fitted leather jumpsuit. It was tailored to perfection as it clung to her firm backside and neatly nipped in at the waist, accentuating her breasts. She was wearing designer heels and she had a pair of burgundy leather driving gloves tucked into the leather belt around her waist.

Her hair and makeup was immaculate, the silver hair added to her distinguished appearance and her eyebrows were almost permanently arched in a superior expression of disdain.

When she saw me, her full red lips opened to a broad smile.

“My dear, you look extraordinary. I could see your potential when we first met, but this outfit definitely suits you. The skirt is a little shorter than I imagined….but with your figure….why not?”

I blushed, pulling the skirt down as she came closer. The smell of her perfume and the rich leather was making me heady. Her perfectly manicured nails idly trailed my arms and her feline eyes glittered. The Baroness was a senior member of the Domina Guild, an organisation promoting female dominance on the global stage. There were a number of subsidiaries within the guild, but I never believed I had the skill set for any of them.

The Baroness explained that in addition to the professional Dommes out there, a constant source of income was arguably more important to keep the guild in operation. My own wealth was reasonable, but my ex husband was from old money. I secured a decent settlement from the divorce and the Baroness was clear about my value to the guild. As part of my donations to them, I would be afforded a position within the organisation. Hence my presence at Baroness Thorne’s country estate.

“I know you don’t think you’re suited to our enterprise, but I assure you that you will find your place with us. I myself, was a naive girl of 22 when I married my first husband. He was a little older and his tastes were depraved to my young eyes. When I discovered his infidelities, I soon grew up and decided to make him pay in every way. I used his money to reinvent myself and I became his Mistress.”

The Baroness wandered over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a set of heavy keys.

“You will start with an easy task, my dear. I have some old acquaintances staying with me for a time. I’m sure you will something of interest.”

I looked quizzically as the Baroness headed to the door. She stopped and I ran after her like a little lost sheep. The walk down the hallway was swift as my heels echoed on the wooden floor. As we turned to the right, another hallway was almost concealed in the labyrinth of the house. There was what appeared to be a large cell at the end of the corridor and the Baroness peered through the door, smiling to herself.

She beckoned me over and manoeuvred me to the door. Her hands resting on my shoulders, her leather covered body pressed against me. The grim sight repulsed and fascinated me as I gazed into the chamber.

6 figures in leather sacks, hooded and collared were lined up next to each other. One of them had his mouth free. As I stared harder, I saw the occasional twitch and grunt from them as a faint buzzing noise seemed to be in unison. The Baroness unlocked the heavy door and headed toward the ungagged slave. She turned to me as she retrieved her gloves and started pulling them on.

“This lucky boy is my Stepson, Leo. As you can imagine, living in a house with a strong female role model quietly shaped his predilections. His Father was similarly weak willed and his heart could not keep up with my demands…..fortunately Leo is more robust….aren’t you, boy?”

Leo nodded and mumbled at the Baroness. She smiled and unleashed a powerful slap across the gimp’s face. The smack of leather on leather echoed around the room. She cooed at the wretch and plunged her gloved fingers into his mouth, ordering him to lick and suck them. The boy greedily obeyed and the Baroness reached down to the covered crotch, opening the leather sack.

A gleaming cock cage was now on show, but the stimulation that drove the groans from this coterie of leather slaves wasn’t from there. The Baroness spun Leo around and I could see a bulge protruding slightly from his anus.

“These boys all love their anal plugs, my dear. Leo is quite the ass slut and take much more than his friends. Still, there’s always room for improvement isn’t there?”

Leo slumped slightly as the Baroness used her weight to push the plug in deeper. She pointed to a box on a nearby shelf and told me to fetch a gag. I was no ingenue, but I struggled to pick one she might want…..I settled on a wide panel gag, with a thick rubber bit for the mouth. The Baroness nodded in approval and ordered me to gag the boy.

“Feel free to slap him again, I find it encourages good behaviour. Open your mouth, Leo.”

Leo opened up as far as the hood would allow and I placed the gag in his mouth, buckling it in place tightly. I looked at Baroness Thorne and she smiled gently. I reared back and slapped Leo, the leather snapping loudly. I felt a surge of power running through my body and a fierce heat and wetness in my pussy. A shameful spasm started to build within me.

One slap. Just one slap and I felt myself almost cumming with violent lust. The Baroness saw it too and took me by the hand. Her touch firm but gentle, as she brushed my sodden crotch. She reached up my skirt and ripped my panties off. The garment was ripe with my scent and the Baroness held it to her nose.

“You smell exquisite, my dear. And I think you feel even better.”

Her gloved hands were now expertly bringing me off. I was too far gone in my leather lust and she brought me to multiple orgasms within moments. None of the slaves could see what was happening, but my moans were enough to illicit an extra grunt from one of them. The Baroness stopped and smirked at me.

“Ah yes. Now this is my newest toy, and I dare say quite a challenge. I thought you might like to try him on for size. He may have been your type once.”

I leaned against the wall, the orgasmic after effects now subsiding. The Baroness grabbed at the slave standing at the end of the line. He was one of the bigger gimps, and he was wearing a leather hood. The Baroness unlaced the headgear and ripped it off. I gasped at the sight of my ex husband blinking furiously as he tried to adjust to the light. He was well tape gagged under the hood with layers of glossy vinyl wrapped tightly around his mouth and head.

“I thought you might have some matters to gain closure on, my dear. The Domina Guild make it their business to know who all their slaves are…..and what they’ve done. It seems that in addition to being a cheating little cunt, he’s a colossal deviant. Perhaps you knew, or didn’t. But either way, you have the chance to do what you wish with him. You have the use of my equipment and I’ll be on hand to guide.”

My shock soon gave way to anger and then violence. My ex husband was a pig in every way…..the chance to pay him back for all the pain he caused, well it was too good to resist. The Baroness clearly saw something when she first met me….and now I believed her. I went to the box of toys to see what I could use. The Baroness went to put his hood back on but I told her to leave it.

I wanted him to see what I had become and what he now was. As for the rest of the slaves? They wouldn’t be telling anyone. The Baroness bowed and went to take her seat at the back of the room.

While I took what I wanted…..

[lady-redbird]

At the Domina Guild’s palatial estate in the Scottish highlands, the stern look of Lady Agnes is enough to chill the blood.

As for the spikes on her boot soles, that’s enough to spill the blood.

[lady-redbird]

Joining the Club - Night Mares.

The weeks had passed since that fateful trip to the Mackintosh Foundation. My infidelity with Sultanah Amira had been discovered and Baroness Thorne had me living my new life……a fucktoy slave in my own home. She was standing in my private rooms admiring the latest piece of decor.

Hanging on the wall was a picture of me. A photo taken when I was around 21. She had always admired it from my photo album and so decided to get it blown up and turned into a portrait. Knowing what a spiteful bitch she was, it was there as a reminder of what I once was, not as a gesture of affection. I sat in the wheelchair, or rather, strapped into it. My reduced circumstances were truly pathetic as I watched her preen in the mirror. As usual, she was immaculately dressed, this time in her favourite burgundy leather dress and matching high heel boots. The gloves were in her hand as she smiled at me.

Since I had been transported back home, I was kept in a variety of restraints and heavy bondage. My ass and pussy constantly worked, edged and punished. The Baroness was keen to use me as an example to all who would cross her…..I caught a glance at myself in the long mirror too. The full latex hood was my permanent look, along with latex stockings, gloves and short ballet boots. Her favourite accessory was the glossy latex dildo panties I was wearing, both my holes were filled to capacity. The Baroness knew I had never been anally penetrated, now it seemed to be her regular form of humiliating me.

“My dear Cerise. I fell in love with this picture of you. So young, and defiant. The world was yours and you could do anything. It’s a shame that it came to this.”

I couldn’t answer. Apart from when I was permitted to eat and drink, I was also usually gagged heavily. The latex pump gag was my muzzle of choice today…..it was already inflated to uncomfortable levels and the Baroness came over to me and stroked my hooded face. I pleaded with my eyes as her hand idly trailed toward the pump itself. She gently squeezed it again and the bit pushed against my teeth…..I grunted in discomfort as I she stared right into me. Her look of malicious triumph chilled me to the bone.

“You haven’t said you that you liked my latest gift either, my dear. I spent a lot of money to get the finest cosmetic surgery for you.”

I looked down at my bare breasts, now augmented to ridiculous size. Knowing my love of nipple play, the Baroness had them pierced and enjoyed adorning them with all types of fittings…..the small silver bells were presently dangling from my new fake tits. My labia had also been pierced along with a tattoo of the rose and thorns on my freshly shaved pussy, it was effectively a mark of her ownership and I was now a living trophy.

The Baroness lifted her dress up to reveal her own neatly trimmed cunt and she pushed her crotch into my face. Her moist lips suffocated me as I was forced to inhale her scent. Even through the rubber hood, I could almost taste her. She stepped back and wiped her fingers on her glistening clit……taking care to smear those juices under the nose holes on my hood.

“You’ll never forget me, sweetheart, and in time I may let you taste me again. But you will have to earn my trust back……and I promise you, slut…….it will take an age and a lot of punishment.”

She rang the bell and Chalmers appeared within moments, his expression one of almost sympathy as he looked at me. The Baroness saw the look and sharply addressed him….

“I do hope you aren’t getting soft in your dotage, Chalmers. I would hate to sever such a long and fruitful working relationship. Take Madame Cerise down to the quiet room, her therapy must continue at pace. Oh, and Chalmers……I noted that the pump gag wasn’t inflated to my order, and the straps on her restraints felt a little slack. Consider this a warning.”

Chalmers bowed and took me out of the room. With the Baroness in close attendance, he dared not speak to me. As we got near the quiet room I saw the 2 rubber maids appointed as my ‘carers’. One was the newly liberated Carmen. The little bitch delighted in my fall from grace…..no doubt Baroness Thorne did it deliberately to make me suffer. Chalmers ordered the girls to change my outfit and I sat mutely in the chair, my eyes burning with hate as Carmen roughly released the straps binding me to the chair. She took the chance to nudge the dildos inside me to cause a squeal of discomfort. She feigned an apology, but in truth I was nothing now. The lowest form of life in the house.

Baroness Thorne watched as I was now dressed in the latex catsuit and rib crushing corset. My short ballet boots were back on and I was pushed down to my knees by the other girl, Olga…..a thick set Eastern European brute who seemed to enjoy my situation. The armbinder was strapped on forcing my arms and shoulders back behind me. The chain dangling from the ceiling was hooked to the end of the armbinder and winched up. The pain was excruciating as I gasped for breath. My pump gag was changed for the leather panel gag, but it was the macabre gas mask lying to the side that I was fixed upon.

As part of my therapy, I was being subjected to the same hallucinogenic torture inflicted on the slaves at the Mackintosh Foundation. No doubt Miss Logan had prepared a special dose for me, and I braced myself for the mask to be placed on. A padlock ensured it wouldn’t come loose and all I could hear was the wheezing of my own breathing. Then, there came the sweet, sickly gas as it flooded the mask’s chambers. I started to feel sick and light headed, but that sensation passed and I was in world of domination. My fantasies were made flesh and I saw Sultanah Amira. I begged her to rescue me, to bring her sisters to the house and burn it to the ground. To take the Baroness in my place. An eternity of torture and revenge.

My cunt was aflame, the feeling of lust and want in my bondage was too much to bear. Images, smells all swam in front of me, I twitched as I felt my pussy stimulated, then the Baroness appeared. Her eyes and voice seducing, ordering and mocking. Even in my impaired state, I fought against my forced fantasy and edging. But it was no use, I could only think of her as my body was tortured to multiple orgasms.

It was a day of great excitement, so the Baroness told me. We were expecting a couple of new guests to the estate and I was being dressed for the part. My long time fantasy of pony play had been made a reality as I was able to afford the means and methods of developing my own stable and unwilling pets…..

The Baroness was a lady who took perverse pleasure in taking fantasies and using them against you. She wasn’t pleased that my conditioning hadn’t gone to plan…..my hatred for her was stronger than ever and if I was to be a worthless slave for the rest of my days…..she would never break me. I almost defiantly enjoyed the humiliation of being dressed as a latex pony slut. The tight catsuit, the boot hooves, and the body harness transforming me from a lady of wealth to a hooded toy.

The hood itself was specially made with a short black mane running down the back and pony ears on top. The harness bit gag was buckled between my lips and although I could try and talk, all that came out was drooling, garbled nonsense. Inside the suit, the usual dildos were stuffed up me, causing discomfort as I tried to walk on the hooves. Baroness Thorne attached a leash to the D ring on my harness and led me off to the stables. She was wearing her riding attire, and all I could see was her big ass in the tight riding breeches and her leather thigh boots. Admittedly, she was a striking sight as she swayed seductively in front, her stature elevated by having me forced to crawl on my knees. My suit was white, another little humiliation as the Baroness called me her virginal filly.

She had taken me the long way around, past the front of the house where the staff would see my latest degradation. Occasionally she would bark orders at me and tug the lease if I wasn’t keeping pace. The constant intrusion of the butt plug and the cock up my cunt forcibly stimulating me as I tried to move quicker. As we neared the stable block, I saw a horse box being unloaded from a truck.

There was a talk, slim woman shouting instructions and gesturing aggressively to the men doing the work. I couldn’t make out her language at first, but she was a fierce looking individual. She was dressed like the Baroness, but also wearing a wide brimmed hat and her jet black hair tied into a long, sleek ponytail. The angular features were harsh, even from this distance. Her mouth and eyes were cruel, the vibrant red lips pursed into a sneer as the men bowed before driving off.

With the box now on firm ground, she turned towards us. The Baroness started speaking in Italian as she warmly embraced the other woman. The cruel equestrian almost broke a smile, before turning her gorgon’s gaze upon me. The sneer remained in place as she strutted slowly over, pacing like a tigress. I saw the handle of a riding crop jutting out from her boot. Evidently, she saw my look and her latex gloved hand reached for it.

The Baroness moved between us.

“I see your patience hasn’t improved, my lady. Still keen to reach for the crop, no matter what beast is in front of you.”

The woman stopped and graciously bowed to the Baroness, never taking her eyes off me. Baroness Thorne looked at me as she extended a hand to her cohort.

“May I introduce Contessa Pelle. The most skilled and respected Equestrian Domina in the world today. She was most anxious to meet you, Cerise. There isn’t a slave she cannot train, even the more spirited ones.”

As the Baroness was talking, the horse box was violently trembling. A scream of rage and gagged cursing was emanating from within it. The Contessa looked back and smiled…..a genuine smile as she fondled the mane on my pony hood.

“I think I will have not have too many problems with you. But for the wild one in the box, perhaps I show them what my training is all about. The Baroness paid a lot of money for you both. I’m always happy to help an old friend.”

She stalked over to the box and flung the door open. More cursing in Italian as she dragged the occupant out and they fell on the floor. The figure was wearing an identical outfit to me, except in red latex. The ankles were loosely manacled together, with the wrists cuffed to a leather belt harness. Baroness Thorne chuckled and grabbed my leash dragging me closer to the scene.

It was there that my heart sank into my stomach, I was stunned by the identity of this wretch and my eyes began to well up.

Sultanah Amira was lying in the dirt track. The bit gag in her mouth was considerably thicker than mine and she growled in fury as she tried to get to her feet. There was no mistaking her, the different coloured eyes, the full lips and the strong, athletic frame. Her septum had been pierced and a small bell attachment hung from it. She was raging and even seeing me had no calming effect. Her eyes raised up to se the mocking smirk of the Baroness.

With a sudden burst of energy, she got to her feet and tried to rush at her foe. A swift boot to the ribs from the Contessa stopped Amira dead. A further kick doubled her over as she sank to her knees. The Baroness moved in and unleashed a punch to the side of the head and delivered a high heeled stomp to Amira’s thigh. She yelped in agony and tried to get up again before a stinging blow from the Contessa’s crop seared across her back. I tried to cry out for mercy through my gag and the Baroness held up a hand to stop the Contessa. She hissed at me, spit flying from her mouth.

“You valued this gutter rat above me? A quick fuck in a hotel room and she’s the love of your life? Let me tell you something, you stupid little bitch…..I was having her for years before you came along. Why do you think her gang of terrorists were allowed into the guild? It was a huge mistake that I regret, but she could eat cunt better than anyone…..including you.”

The Baroness spat on Amira. Before turning back to me.

“You were never first, and you won’t be the last. There are estates all around the world with dumb entitled rich girls who wanted something more. I helped all of them to get the power they wanted before I saw fit to take control. Those that played nice were allowed to stay in their homes, those that didn’t were allowed to stay in their dungeons that I built. If I wasn’t a lady, I’d piss all over her…..but then maybe she likes that too.”

The Baroness mocked Amira some more and even threatened to reveal more degrading sex games they played. I tried to block it out, but I knew it was all true. Amira’s warning came too late and I remained silent on my knees. Amira was hurt, the punishment from those bitches would need time to heal and I dare say the Baroness would be very keen to make sure Amira was fully recovered so that she be punished some more.

The Daughters of Saladin gave her up after the revelations about her sexual exploits with the rich western women. Indeed, she probably would have suffered a worse fate if she stayed in her own country. The Baroness brokered a deal that would allow all parties satisfaction.

We were reunited, but we would never be together. Unless it was being coddled or punished by the Contessa. Our bodies were used and abused, with a proud warrior like Amira now reduced to an animal. I would hear her fight against the forced orgasms, her muzzled rage giving way to bestial grunts. I had accepted my fate long ago and began to enjoy the continued use of my body.

The weeks, months and maybe years ahead would be hell for us, with no shortage of Madams and Dominas visiting to indulge their macabre perversions.

The Baroness always won. I suppose I always knew it too.

The End

[lady-redbird]

Before any admittance to the Domina Guild meeting rooms, all male visitors need to be verified and catalogued.

Trousers down and smile for the camera.

[lady-redbird]

007 - Spy Break. Part 4

“What a wonderful day, Mr. Bond. Just the right weather for a trip to the highlands eh? I know you have an affinity with Scotland, as I do. It will be a fitting end to this story.”

Baroness Thorne stood in the hallway of the Manor, dressed immaculately in full leather. Looking across at her travelling companion…….James Bond had now been a guest of the Baroness for a week, but despite the repeated torture, sexual humiliation and heavy bondage, he didn’t crack. Even on the rare occasions he was allowed to have his mouth free, the secret agent remained stoic.

Baroness Thorne wasn’t especially concerned. She didn’t expect Bond to reveal all anyway, she was only holding him until she heard further news from Westminster. The Domina Guild had now moved all their chess pieces into strategic positions of power, and finally, the Guild had control of NATO, the United Nations and the more hostile territories were under military rule.

“M” had been replaced by an old acquaintance of the Baroness, and she had now received word that 007 was being decommissioned, along with the rest of the 00 agents. Bond’s downfall was already made public within the Guild’s corridors of powers, indeed, the systematic destruction of the infamous secret agent was viewed as a delicious symbolic victory.

So it was here that the Baroness was going to accompany 007 for his final mission. One that would change him forever. She looked down at the once proud man, who now was just a faceless slave. She might even have had a tinge of regret for his fate, but there was still plenty to do until then.

The leather clad figure was strapped to the chair and the occasional grunt and twitch confirmed that the electrodes, vibe and plug were still happily doing their work. The heavy hood was locked on and the blindfold kept Bond’s senses dulled. She checked the receptacle built into the suit’s crotch. She noted that it was at decent capacity as the milking pump fixed to Bond’s cock was feeding his cum into the container.

High grade semen such as this would cost a fortune in any market and since he was at Thorne Manor, he was milked constantly when not in chastity. He was sedated enough to not actually feel the pleasure of this task, but the viagara he was given certainly kept things hard. The Baroness smiled at the thought of furtively riding his hard cock while he was in this state. It was their little secret of course…..

The transport arrived and Bond was wheeled into the back and the Baroness took her place next to him. It was a couple of hours to the private airfield and she placed her gloved hand inside his suit to feel his warm, rock hard cock being pumped slowly. He shifted under her touch and the Baroness was tempted to remove the milker and give the poor agent an expert handjob. Her recent sexual history was composed mostly of torrid, lesbian lust, but the feel of a proper cock in her hand felt right. The smell and look of the creaking leather gimp suit inflamed her senses, especially when she rubbed her own leather against it. Perhaps she would get a final go on Mr. Bond before she left him.

Location: The Mackintosh Foundation, Inverness, Scotland.

Local Time: 13:46

The weather was gloomy as the Baroness and her prisoner rolled up to the old exterior of the Mackintosh Foundation. The small, waspish figure of Miss Logan emerged from within and her look of eager anticipation was palpable. She was dressed in the usual rainwear uniform of the Foundation. The pvc coat and heeled Hunter boots were in gleaming black. Her blue eyes flashed with excitement as the leather clad captive was extracted from the vehicle and wheeled into the hallway.

Miss Logan took the Baroness’s hand and kissed it gently.

“Your trip was pleasant, Ma’am?”

The Baroness nodded and patted the hooded head of Bond.

“I had good company, Miss Logan. Not a lot of conversation, but a charming distraction nonetheless. You’ll find Mr. Bond’s samples in the transport. He’s quite prolific.”

Miss Logan almost skipped like a schoolgirl outside to pick up the container. The unit was full of at least 20 vials of frozen semen, each one would fetch an exceptional price. The Baroness reached down to Bond’s crotch in time to watch another forced milking. She smiled and headed to her private room, turning to Miss Logan as she did.

“I’m going to change into something more in keeping with my surroundings. Has our other guest turned up?”

Miss Logan nodded and told the Baroness that they were waiting in the garden terrace. The Baroness smiled once again and swept up the stairs. Miss Logan took the chance to run her hands all over the bound frame of 007…..her breathing getting heavier as she unhooked the milker. She diligently pulled on her black latex gloves and molested Bond’s cock and balls before producing the chastity cage. She didn’t want his equipment damaged……just yet.

The Baroness had changed into a long pvc trench coat, with patent thigh boots. She was wearing a matching pvc bra and panties underneath. Her newest friend would certainly approve of the choice, and she headed up to the terrace garden. Bond was also to be brought up shortly.

The elegant figure of Marina Al-Farouk stood. Like the Baroness, she was wearing a sleek pvc belted mac, except her shapely legs were clad in nylons and she was imperious in heels. She smiled as 007 was wheeled in, still very leather bound in his gimp attire. The Baroness followed and proceeded to remove Bond’s blindfold. When his eyes fell upon Marina he started thrashing and grunting like an animal. The sedation had no effect as Bond strained against the straps anchoring him to the chair. It wasn’t the reunion she wanted and her expression hardened.

Marina walked calmly over to the spy and delivered a devastating backhand blow to his head. Bond slumped and groaned in pain. She turned to the Baroness, rubbing her hand.

“That is how to deal with men, Alicia. Fight them at their own physical game and show them you’re better and stronger. I’m pleased to say that you have looked after him well…..I’m glad we eventually put our faith in you. I trust the final phase of Mr. Bond’s rehabilitation will be the next action point?”

The Baroness looked almost humbled as she was addressed like an underling. She nodded and signaled for the maids to arrive and take the semi-conscious secret agent away. Marina stared at the departing Bond and spoke again.

“I assume 004 and 009 are already in the facility? Their actions in my home country will be punished in due course…..but Bond is the priority. Come with me.”

Marina turned on her heel and the Baroness followed, like a timid sheep. The walk to the medical facility across the grounds was a short one, with the Baroness and Marina following the latex maids wheeling Bond toward the out building. Miss Logan was already there, dressed in her green latex surgical scrubs. Her assistant, Miss McKay was similarly attired as they watched the convoy enter.

Marina told the Baroness to wait outside and she went to talk with Miss Logan.

“Prepare my scrubs, Logan. I’ll be working on Mr. Bond with you. My medical background is more than suitable for this procedure.”

Miss Logan hesitated.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t aware that you were medically trained…..your file made no mention of…..”

Marina cut her short.

“My file is redacted for many reasons. The scope of my work is not for public consumption, Miss Logan. Much like yours I would assume.”

Miss Logan fetched the clothing as requested and Marina changed, the sound and smell of latex filling the room before they headed into the operating theatre. Bond was going under, the grim, heavy gas mask putting our stricken hero into dreamland.

The Baroness looked on for a while, but even she lacked the heart to stay for the whole procedure. Marina and Miss Logan worked steadily as James Bond’s final adventure was drawing to a close. The leather gimp suit had long been removed, and his entire body was epilated. Soon, no trace of the alpha secret agent would remain. The complex surgeries would take a few months to complete in their entirety, but the results would be magical…….

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Epilogue

Location: The Al-Farouk Complex, Cairo, Egypt.

Local Time: 10:07

Marina sat, her tailored, chocolate brown leather trousers elegant with her high heeled ankle boots underneath. She wore a pristine white, linen blouse and had her long hair drawn into a tight and severe ponytail. Her long, crimson talons tapped against the coffee table as she regarded the sight in front of her.

The bizarre latex maid stood, awkwardly in towering ballet boots. The bimbo doll hood with the pumped up black lips gave no clue to the identity behind it. The blue eyes stared out quite mournfully as Marina beckoned the figure closer. The pinafore, corset and collar were smartly in place along with the latex gloves tugging coyly at the long silver ponytail protruding from the top of the hood.

There was a muffled squeak as Marina roughly grabbed the breasts and dragged the maid to her. She purred as she ran her hands up and down the latex clad body.

“There now, my cute little domestic. Aren’t you glad we took away that nasty male genitalia? I’m afraid we’re still quite a way from having you looking exactly as I want, but the hormone treatments will take time to complete the transition. You will need to wear this sweet little hood until then. The gag will stay on underneath while we entertain……but don’t worry, I have a treat for your asshole later. Before I removed your cock, I had a mold cast made while you were under anaesthesia… keeping it hard was a challenge.”

“But at least you can still see it, when I permit. Our friends at the Domina Guild are visiting shortly and they are bringing it with them. It’s been fashioned into a beautiful strapon….I was going to get it engraved with ‘007’ on the shaft, but it might trigger you……now, there’s the door, go and answer it.”

The maid tottered off and curtsied to the guests from the Guild. As they sat and waited for drinks, one of the ladies asked who the new staff was. Marina turned and smiled.

“Her name is Bond…..Jane Bond.”

The end

007 will not return…….

[lady-redbird]

Coming Soon……

007 - Spy Break

The world’s most famous secret agent James Bond returns in his most dangerous assignment yet.

For almost a century, the Domina Guild have quietly and effectively manipulated world affairs. Few have gained access to the organisation, and fewer have lived to expose it.

A female led empire using military, political, economic and sexual power to secure its objectives has carefully spread across the globe, and now the Guild is looking to execute the final chapter of total world domination.

From the original security forces, the Valkyrie Squad, and the militaristic sadists, the Dragon Chapter…..the New World Order is approaching.

With further support given by the Daughters of Saladin, the Domina Guild surely can’t be stopped.

Perhaps 007 can use years of experience, tactical training, resources and his masculine energy to tame these cruel women.

Or perhaps, he will succumb to the cruelest of all…..the majestic and twisted Baroness Thorne.

I thank my frequent collaborator @madam-bridget for the inspiration.