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Harriet's Liberty Ch. 01

By: Sputnik57



Harriet Harper did not cry at her mother's funeral, far from it. As a light rain fell on the few people in black that attended, most as local volunteers, Harriet did her best to control a smile of relief as the coffin was lowered into the grave. At 42, she had led a life as a spinster which had been enforced by the tyrannical woman, she venting her ire on the girl from the moment her father had left when Harriet was still a baby. 

As a child at school she was the target of bullying by girls and boys alike, dressed in the most dowdy outfits her mother could find, and this had continued throughout her teens and beyond. Never allowed to develop relationships, she had managed to open a covert second life from her small bedroom by using her guile in convincing her mother to obtain a computer to administer her affairs. Though Harriet had not been allowed to use the password secured unit without her mother sitting close to ensure its use for household business only, she knew her mother was not too knowledgeable in modern ways, and had managed to ensure that a wi-fi service had been installed. The day that she secretly obtained a tablet, having saved the meagre allowance that her mother allowed her from her wage at the local library, after many months, was like being reborn to her. The small device so easily hidden from her mother, gave her access to the dark and sexual life she so desired.

Way into the small hours, she had built on-line relationships, dreaming of a time when she could reap her own vengeance on the world. Though her mother was the controlling and main perpetrator of her situation, her frequent exposure to the rude taunts of males with regard to her appearance and her obviously single unmarried status, had resulted in her evolving a healthy desire to punish and dominate members of the male gender. The adult sites made her yearn to feel a stiff rampant cock probe her sex, but those that centered on women being in charge gave her the most rewarding orgasms; she yearned to have a male at her feet, begging to be owned by her.

Her neglected and needy cunt tingled as she began to walk from the cemetery, even the plain black outfit she had bought for the funeral made her feel so sexy in comparison with her usual drab attire; it hugged her body and allowed her to express her femininity as none of her other clothes could. Her exit was postponed for a few moments by one of the few relatives who attended. Her Great Aunt Beatrice who was even older than her mother and who had turned up feeling a sense of duty and having nothing much else to do; she had never been close to her mother and was just as staid and pious. She seemed to sneer at Harriet as she addressed her, Harriet using all her resolve to look as solemn as she could.

'I do hope you shan't be too lonely in that big house all on your own.' Harriet fought hard to maintain her dour expression and suppress a smile.

'Oh not at all Aunt Beatrice, I am quite looking forward to it.' Her mother had begrudgingly left everything she owned to her daughter, and her acquisition of the entire estate had been a formality, a house long since paid for and a sizeable bank balance leaving her with no need to work. She had decided to keep her job for a while; there were some people there she was anxious to have see the change in her, not least some of the regular male customers who had been so cutting about her appearance. She had begun to strip her mother's large bedroom on the very day she learned of her passing, and the decorators who were now busy repainting the main bedroom and lounge were somewhat bemused at seeing the grey spinster transformed in a tight black outfit, leaving them goggle eyed as she stepped into the black limousine which arrived with the hearse.

Harriet strode back confidently, passing the dilapidated hairdressers with its usual clientele of sexagenarian women where her mother had insisted she have her hair done, onto a modern salon where she booked an appointment. The young girl looked at her plainly cut hair with an open-mouthed expression, bringing a wry smile from Harriet.

'Yes, I know; a lot of work for someone. Whatever it costs!' She ventured into the supermarket and bought a large bottle of rose wine and returned back to the house, pleased to see the decorators loading their van. One of them showed her the rooms which met with her approval and she gleefully slipped her debit card into the hand held reader. Closing the door behind him, she found the corkscrew, unused since Christmas, and uncorked the wine. She kicked off her shoes and lay back on the old settee she had spent so many evenings sat next to her overbearing mother, and laughed with a sense of pure elation, lifting her legs and slipping her pantie hose and panties off. She spread her legs and fingered her wet cunt to a satisfying orgasm, dreaming of the pleasures she would now indulge in.

The wine went straight to her head, and she giggled as she switched on the computer, ordering clothes both smart and risque galore by express delivery from various sites, downing another glass as the bright new things ordered reminded her of those rags in her wardrobe. She wobbled a little precariously as she ascended the stairs and ripped grey skirts, beige and pink cardigans, and plain blouses from the plain utilitarian wardrobe and drawers, piling them high on the bed. With a stupefied smile on her face, she stumbled back down the stairs with her arms full, out into the garden where she dumped the pile onto a stack of dried branches and leaves from rudimentary gardening maintenance, which had awaited igniting only when her domineering mother deemed was the correct time of year. She fetched a box of long matches from the kitchen and set the funeral pyre of her old world ablaze.

Bottle and glass in hand, she stood back and enjoyed the flames and smoke curl around her drab items, slowly consuming the things which had kept her down for so long. As she did so, she noticed a twitch in the curtains of the only other house with a view into her garden. Mr Edward Bryant lived alone there, a fifty-something year old who often leered at her, despite her plain appearance, and who on rare occasions had been invited in by her mother to assist when they had an issue with the plumbing or the like. He had always looked at her with a perverse smile on the moments her mother's back was turned, and she had felt his eyes undress her, trying to imagine the not unshapely figure which lay below the unflattering clothing which now flamed. 

Bryant played with his cock as she looked toward the twitching net curtain; she was alone now and his dirty mind fantasised about her succumbing to his worldly ways, he taking full advantage of her. She knew nothing of sex and would be desperate and easily manipulated he thought, as he thumbed his bell-end with cock fast erecting. His cock swelled to a firmness as he stroked, she looked so different already in the tight black skirt. Harriet's cunt tingled as she downed another glass of the half empty bottle of wine, and thought of the treat she'd give him. She placed the glass down on a paving stone and filled it again, leaving it and the bottle there before going indoors, knowing the watcher would expect her return to drink it. The leering male's cock softened a little with the disappointment of her departing from his view, but the wine heralded her return, he stroked hard to maintain his erection as he thought of showing the obviously shy and reserved virgin what pleases a man.

Harriet quickly unbuttoned the blouse and skirt, letting them drop to the floor before unfurling her bra and letting her full breasts express excitedly poking nipples, swinging the garment over her shoulder with a grin, and then composing herself as best as the effects of the wine would allow, she casually strode naked into the garden, picking up a long garden cane from a pot by the door. Bryant could not believe his eyes as the woman he had mentally undressed many times over the years, stood with legs slightly apart, hands flexing the cane and staring straight up at the twitching net curtain. His cock boned to an immediate hard erection as he ogled the impressive body which surpassed all his perverted imaginings, and the cane changed his perception of her meek and innocent 'there for the taking' image forever. Harriet's cunt tingled with a lush sense of erotic and deliciously dominant pleasure as she allowed the middle-aged pervert a good view of her fine breasts and body, enhanced by the stern promise of the cane, knowing he would be wanking like a fourteen year old boy on finding a discarded edition of Playboy for the first time. 

She poked out her tongue and slowly licked her lips before turning slowly to allow him a rear view, then keeping her legs as straight as she could, slowly bent over to pick the wine glass from the paving stone. The incredible sight of her beautifully rounded arse as she held the position, was more than Bryant could take; he moaned in ecstasy and shot a healthy load of hot seed all over the wall and sill below the window, following it with several satisfying spurts as he spent in a rippling orgasm of disbelief. Harriet lifted the glass and turned, smiling with satisfaction as she saw the net curtain pulled taut and skew to one side, guessing the outcome of what had occurred beyond it correctly. Bryant dropped to his knees and gasped as the warm spunk dribbled down his knuckles from his spent cock, his eyes peering over the sill, still trying to comprehend the magnificent transformation and the exquisite form that resulted from it. Her body... and that cane. He would wank several more times that evening as he recalled the glorious vision of that beautiful arse, and the fact that he had been living next door to a dominatrix. His lust now took on an air of respect as he viewed her from an entirely different angle.

Harriet basked in the glory of her freedom, allowing the warm breeze to caress her naked flesh as she sat and assumed poses with the cane, consuming the rest of the wine while the fire consumed her past, laughing to herself in knowing the creep behind the curtains was probably feasting over her. Bryant held the lens of a small digital camera to a larger hole in the pattern of the nets, and clicked away. He had thought of knocking at her door prior to her exhibition, on the premise of offering his condolences, then risking making a pass at her. He now felt that she may eat him alive, and was content to take pictures which he would wank over later. He remained slumped by the wall with his knees aching till she felt the cooler air as the fire died down and walked slowly indoors, smiling up at the window.

The smell of fresh paint didn't go too well with the effects of the wine as she walked into the newly decorated bedroom and slumped on the bed, but nothing could dampen her spirit. She stared at the ceiling with a broad smile as it seemed to move around a little, then closed her eyes as she dreamed of the deliveries which would arrive over the next couple of days; Monday and her return to the library could not come quick enough.

It was as though Christmas had arrived early the next morning, Harriet excitedly undoing the various packages which arrived, having awoken with a slightly sore head she had showered and shaven her cunt nice and smooth to accommodate the silky and lacy lingerie she had ordered; the feeling as she slipped on a pair arousing her instantly. She squeezed on a pair of bright new stilettos and sat at the mirror experimenting with the cosmetics which had arrived and was soon ready for the salon. Her cunt bulged as she sat at the computer, ordering whips, canes and all manner of pleasing sexual devices as she prepared to engage the final necessary ingredients; as many submissive males as possible. Alone in her bedroom when her mother was still around, she had drooled with envy over contact's experiences on attending munches with other like minded women and the willing males they sought. Tonight she would attend a local one too.

Her nipples poked hard in the uplifting bra beneath the silk blouse as she pulled on a tight pencil skirt and studied the taut and pleasing lines of her calf muscles, extended sweetly by the stilettos. They hurt her feet a little, but the pain was nothing compared to that she was now rid of forever. She slipped on a short tight black jacket and strutted out to visit the salon. She took her time in passing the house next door, bending to feign adjusting her shoe in front of the bay windows. From within, the ever ogling Bryant stood naked stroking his cock as he took in the tightly skirted arse of the apparition that now frequented his neighbouring house. He had spent the night printing off pictures of her, sticking them to his bedroom walls and masturbating hard between looking at them and various S&M sites on his computer. Though she remained at arms length, it was a new dawn for his perverted life too. 

Harriet enjoyed the attention of the girls at the salon who were more than complimentary about her appearance. She looked admiringly at the slender blonde who fussed over her, wondering just how many cocks she'd sampled already, though only half her age; did she do as she was told or was she in command of her male? Harriet's mind was full of probing questions about anyone now that she had total freedom. The girl looked at her in the mirror.

'How is it you've let your hair go without a proper cut? I can see you're a woman who likes to be 'just so' - we'll soon have your husband thinking you have another man.' Harriet grinned, she intended to have another and another, but none of them a husband. She spent that Friday just idling about town; with her hair completing the picture it gave her great pleasure just to feel the eyes of leering males watch her strut on her heels; she could not wait to dominate one of them, the thought of attending the munch meant she'd need to change her panties before she went; her state was one of constant arousal.

Black silk panties and suitably matching lingerie were chosen for her debut at a local country inn on the outskirts of the town, her legs felt so smooth in the black stockings below her chosen black skirt with subtle but inviting split up one side; the black stilettos were a little less uncomfortable than those she had worn earlier, and she strode away from the cab in full confidence. Someone attending this evening was going to get very lucky indeed.

Harriet's Liberty Ch. 02



Harriet's only social experiences had been through verbal intercourse with customers at the library, and from a servile perspective, but her confidence grew by the minute as she entered the inn; the males at the meet would expect her to be in command after all. Her cunt tingled as she strutted in and looked around for a sign which would show her those others attending the munch. She did not have to wait long, there were few other individuals in the bar section, other than a group which sat at one end, from which a woman of about 45 years rose with a smile and approached her. She too was pencil skirted, her round and generous hips expressed beautifully by it, a tight white silk blouse doing the same for her ample bust, and her smiling red lips and brown eyes looked out from behind a pair of glasses below a tight bun of light brown hair. She would not have looked out of place at a school or indeed, at Harriet's library.

'You must be Harriet? I'm Wendy, the organiser. We're all so glad you could come at last, I know from our contact on the site how you've always wanted to; I can assure you you won't be disappointed. Do come and meet those who've attended this evening, they're all keen to meet you... especially the boys.' Harriet stood for a moment, engaging the woman in a greeting, taking the trouble to turn, so that those at the table could take in the view of the generous curves of her arse and breasts.

'Thank you Wendy I'm thrilled to be here too, I hope not to go home empty handed.' Wendy smirked at the new attendee's fresh confidence; she was aware of her appetite for female superiority through her contact on the net, but could not know of her restricted past, something Harriet had kept to herself. Harriet basked in the attention as she strutted to the tables to meet the others whose appetite for BDSM had drawn them to the group. There were several women there, some quite ordinary in appearance, others obviously very stern and outwardly dominant in their stance. Five males attended the group, each sat meekly between women, as though forbidden to sit together; Harriet was to learn that this was a recognised point of etiquette within the group, being flanked by women encouraging the males to disclose and reveal their innermost desires. There would be no shrinking violets hiding their true feelings within a pack of leering masculinity.

Three of the males sat open mouthed as they studied the very appealing woman as she was introduced, their cocks swelling as she sat and crossed her legs, a black nylon clad thigh expressed beautifully by the split in her otherwise tight pencil skirt, the two others clamoured obediently out of their seats, anxious to be of service first in offering her a drink. Harriet's cunt bulged with delight at being revered and given the respect which she felt she had justly earned in gracing the feeble males with her presence; one of the five would be allowed to suffer the pleasure of her dominance that night, she would indulge the party in the trivia of meaningless conversation throughout the evening while she chose the most appealing and deserving victim.

The male who sat one end of the tables, marshalled only by the one very elegant and middle-aged lady, was first to his feet and quickly traversed the table. A man of about 40, he stood awkwardly as he was conscious that the bulge in the lower half of his casual suit might give away his excitement.

'Would... Would Harriet... Madam Harriet like a drink?' The other women watched with pleased faces as Harriet slowly turned her head and looked at the male from toe to head with a stern and confident smile, taking her time to answer and ensuring the submissive male enjoyed a little extra exposure.

'Dry white wine. I don't wish to take the edge off my libido; hurry up and fetch it.' He left for the bar immediately, his gait more awkward than ever as his cock and four others began to bone with submissive desire, the women's cunts and nipples perking in admiration at her natural command of the male; smiling at the males who sat between them as they looked on, awestruck already, knowing that each would be lusting to know how severe her choice and methods of domination would be. Harriet could not yet know this herself, but she watched the male obey and fetch without hesitation and thought of the many videos by which she had teased her cunt to orgasm, watching and lusting to feel the warmth of the males bodies; tonight she would enjoy willing and subservient flesh for the first time.

Harriet's panties bore a large wet patch of arousal by the end of an evening whereby the munch group had served its purpose admirably; each member had disclosed what they had come to expect from a dom-sub relationship within the conversations, the males in particular enjoying having confessions teased from them expertly by the overwhelming dominance of the females; though all five would have willingly given themselves up to the new member, two were already the obvious property of two of the sterner ladies, two of the others would either be offered the chance to please other members or go home and masturbate hard over her, and one would help Harriet on her path of vengeance over all males. Though she could have no personal grudge against any of the willingly subservient males present, they represented the gender on which she would wreak her revenge and gratify her sexual satisfaction; one would eagerly but unknowingly suffer her physical initiation to the task ahead, punished on behalf of all masculinity. She had made her choice.

The blue eyed and physically attractive male who now sat timidly and in hope next to her, following a routine shuffle of seats, was easy meat. Having attended of his own free will and expressed his desire to know again the dominance of a woman, he would serve his purpose in sating her immediate lust and would be used as a tool in luring those arrogant males who did not freely admit their hidden inner desires. As the group descended into a hubbub of 'till next time' and the like, unseen by the others, Harriet deftly placed her hand on his crotch and stroked his cock. He gasped as she fingered his rigid member through the fabric and leaned to whisper in his ear.

'I've decided you will suit my needs this evening; you are chosen and you'll come to my home where you will be dominated most satisfactorily.' The male's balls and anus tingled as he was gripped in a submissive fervour by her words, not quite daring to believe what he'd heard until her fixed and wicked smile brought it home to him. He said nothing but retrieved his jacket quickly as Harriet simply stood and addressed Wendy, thanking her for a lovely first evening before turning and strutting toward the exit, the male scampering after her as the other four watched enviously. 

Harriet maintained her composure as she she stood at the exit, the thrill of the coming experience flooding her mind as the male emerged after her and showed her to his car, politely opening the door for her; she grinned to herself as she wondered what her mother would have thought on her drab spinster daughter making good use of her bed before it was replaced by the grandiose one she had on order, sampling the semen it had been denied since its installation, as a male was put to equally good use in confirming the correct place of all males; absolute and unbending subservience to the superior sex.

The male's cock was kept nicely rigid as Harriet directed him curtly to her house, her hand enjoying the feel of it as she held her stretched arm across and fondled as he drove, teasing him verbally as they went.

'Do you prefer the feel of the whip or the cane? I have several new ones which I will have you enjoy my first use of.' The male swallowed hard, his voice breaking as he spoke, his cock pulsing with excitement under the teasing caress through his underwear. He struggled to give an answer which would please her as he thought of being caned.

'I... I would be pleased to accept being punished with either... or both... I wish only to please Madam and be enjoyed by her.' His anus tingled excitedly as she probed her fingers into his stiff cock which was now slipping in pre-cum against his thigh, and she laughed softly with a sneer of dominant delight at his pathetically sycophantic response.

'Enjoy you I shall, I hope you've not masturbated today, I intend to have you confirm your submission many times; I'll have you broken to my complete satisfaction before you are released in the morning.' The male said nothing more, fighting to retain his composure and doing his utmost to concentrate on driving, though his mind was now blurred by the sexual fantasies which flooded it. He glanced quickly at the commanding woman, then back to the road; he could not arrive at their destination quickly enough. 

As the car pulled into the drive, its headlights alerted Bryant in the house next door. The nosey neighbour watched enviously through the curtains as a smiling Harriet displayed her smug confidence as she led a sheepish male to the door of the house which was now hers alone, a lair in which the predatory queen would enforce her absolute authority over any male lucky or foolish enough to enter. He released his cock and stroked its erect length longingly as he again studied the superbly confident woman she had become following her swift metamorphosis, albeit briefly, as she strode majestically into the house with the nervous male following obediently. Bryant moved to his bedroom and toyed with his cock as he pressed his ear to the adjoining wall, in the hope that he'd hear some muffled morsel of her dominating the male he so envied.

Harriet was surprised at her own natural confidence as she ordered the male to follow her upstairs to the bedroom immediately, she had thought on this first encounter with a little trepidation, thinking some level of awkwardness might be experienced; it all came so naturally though, the male having experienced being dominated by other superior women made it so easy. His cock was rigid as he followed her up the stairs without question or hesitation, watching her magnificent arse move invitingly in the tight pencil skirt, the delicious contours of her calves displayed excitingly in black nylon as the spiteful looking stilettos stepped him relentlessly toward the strict and thorough punishment he yearned.

Harriet now fought to retain her composure along with the studied blend of arrogance and nonchalance, her heart racing as she entered the newly decorated room which had until a few days ago been the domain of her bitter and frigid mother, the bed used only for sleeping in for its many years beckoned a satisfactory finale from her before it was consigned to the tip with other items of furniture. No male had entered the room since her father had left it, the one who followed her meekly now would not leave without her permission and he would unknowingly take her virginity, banishing it forever to join her drab clothes and the years of constraint enforced by the woman whose bed he would willingly desecrate. The old dressing table with its large mirror which her mother had used to powder her face, had been moved from its old position by Harriet, it now faced the end of the bed, the mirror providing a pleasing reflection of any activity the bed should provide. Where once her mother's talcum powder, sleeping tablets, and hairnets had occupied its surface, several canes and whips had taken their place, the trailing leather tail of one ensuring the male's erection remained rigid as he swallowed hard on noticing it.

Harriet's cunt buzzed as she prepared to have her pleasure of a male for the first time. Pointing him to the space on the floor between bed and dressing table, she stood dominant by the bed, one hand on hip.

'Clothes of now and kneel at my feet! I want to see your pathetic body.' He eagerly removed his clothes, Harriet breathing heavily and licking her lips as he peeled down his underwear to reveal a stiff and equally eager cock, it poked high in excited honour of her dominance as he obediently knelt at her feet, Harriet savouring each moment as she stood over him and looked at herself in the mirror; yes, she was really there, standing commandingly and with a naked male at her feet, under her control and ready to be dominated. Her pleasure intensified and her spite rose, her cunt oozing in triumph. She so wanted to feel that cock, have it's warmth in her hand and watch it spurt cream just for her, but she was determined to be patient; she would not give him any indication that his was the first she had sampled. She unbuttoned her skirt feverishly, her heart racing, and let it slip down her sheer black stockings, toeing it to one side with her stiletto.

'Sniff my cunt! I'll have you thoroughly acquainted with the scent of your superior before you're punished.' His cock bobbed and dribbled pre-cum, anus tingling with submissive expectancy as he pointed his nose into the delicious damp warmth of her cleft, sniffing hard at the black lace camel-toe, the spice making him shiver and lust for the cane or whip with which he would be shown his place. Harriet's cunt bulged and her nipples were rock hard through her black blouse as she felt his nose and hot breath give worship to her womanhood, she held his head firm, enjoying the intimate touch of a male for the first time and noticing in the mirror that she was almost caressing his hair; she smiled and pulled his head away, resolving that she must not show him any affection.

'Take my panties down, see how wet you've made them!' The male peeled them down her firm thighs, his eyes drawn to her smoothly shaven cunt which glistened with arousal, as the panties revealed her full excitement. She lifted a foot out and lifted them with the other.

'Lick them clean!' She grinned with satisfaction at her power over him as he licked obediently at the messy and highly spiced gusset, his cock boning as he enjoyed the humiliation of licking the soiled fabric under her stern command. He looked longingly at her cunt as he lapped at the fabric, yearning to be put to that task, the tang his tongue received at the rear of the gusset made him yearn to sniff and service her arsehole in submission too. Harriet was equally anxious to feel his tongue caress her in worship too, but she would firmly impress her authority on him before indulging in that pleasure; expressing her dominance for the first time was giving her a thrill beyond her expectations.

'You are responsible for soiling them, aren't you?' He looked up to her full and commanding figure as she unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it before removing her black lacy bra and teasing him with the glorious sight of her full breasts and hard nipples; he was now more than ready to beg for punishment from her, and she was more than ready to cane him.

'Yes... Yes Madam Harriet... I'm responsible for soiling your panties.' She sneered with pleasure as her spite climbed to heady new levels, thinking of the torment she had suffered from all males in the past; this one would begin her ascendency over them all.

'Fetch me a cane from the dresser... Bring it back in your teeth, on all fours.' She watched herself in the mirror, her cunt tingling with dominant pride; she made a promise to herself that she would ave a more deserving male do this for her before an audience of superior women as soon as she could arrange the opportunity. As the male obediently complied with her authority, his cock jutted bone hard below him as he eagerly endured the humiliation, picking a spiteful looking rattan and returning meekly with it in his teeth as he waddled like a dog under her strict command. She sneered with satisfaction as he knelt before her, naked and in complete submission with the cane between his teeth; his eyes betraying his lust to receive a sound thrashing while she cruelly savoured his humiliating predicament, thoroughly enjoying the moment of suspense as he awaited the command which would herald her pleasure.

She laughed as she took the cane from his teeth, increasing his feeling of complete insignificance as her plaything, then sneered severely making his balls tingle. 

'Now sniff my cunt again, see how my pleasure has increased with the promise of serving your punishment... don't you dare lick me yet! You shan't have that pleasure till you've had a just caning.' He pressed his nose to her moist cleft, his cock oozing pre-cum as it nestled in her flesh and the overwhelming scent made him want to shoot his mess immediately. Harriet watched herself flex the cane as the lowly male sniffed at her cunt, ready to feel the sting of her cane. The warmth of his breath as he snorted almost deliriously, played on the lips of her cunt and thighs, making Harriet shiver with pleasure and boosting her domineering confidence to a high; she now yearned to vent her spite on him with the cane which felt so comfortable in her hands. 

She pulled herself away and strutted to the head of the bed, taking the pillows her mean and restrictive mother had laid her head upon, placing them centrally to provide a bolster on which the male's arse would be raised ready for the cane; she grinned wickedly as she thought how the male's already excited cock would ooze pre-cum all over them as he was caned, and quite possibly jet his semen in disgrace as she affirmed her dominance with the rod. Her grin widened as she thought of the irony in putting the virgin bed to good use in sealing her sexual gratification at last; her mother had been instrumental in ensuring her course toward domination, keeping her dressed so as to receive the cheap scorn of males and fuel her hatred of them, denying her access to cock from her teens onwards, thus driving the desire of any possible vanilla relationship from her; the need to dominate emerging victoriously from her sexual frustration. 

She looked toward the kneeling male who cowered in submission as she stood tall and proud, her whole body tense as she cut the air with the cane; its delicious whooshing song giving the promise of the divinely painful punishment it would bring, making the male's heart leap and his cock pulse in anticipation. Harriet pointed the long and flexible cane at the pillows, indicating just where she wanted his arse.

'On the bed now, and bring those panties with you... in your teeth!' He eagerly bent and lifted the soiled panties, then clambered onto the bed and obediently lay face down with his arse poking in the air, his cock nestling on the soft pillows, balls tingling as he awaited punishment. Harriet lifted his head and took the panties from his teeth, laying them out with the gusset up lengthways and delighting in pushing his face down to enjoy the spicy scent once more.

'Keep your arms by your sides, I want your head down and arse high.' With his arms drawn back, his face could not escape the heavenly scent of the soiled gusset, not that the submissive male wanted to; his cock probed at the pillows as he squirmed and waited for the first stinging stroke. Harriet's oozing cunt was sorely in need of attention now as she prepared to dominate the male in earnest, her fingers gripped the cane feverishly as she readied it for the pleasure to come.

'You shall be awarded twelve strokes, I want you to think of your position on each one; you have earned punishment for being male and will know your place below all women.' She lifted the cane and her whole body shimmered with spite as she viewed herself in the mirror, imagining an audience of smiling women watching her dominate one of the males who were so more deserving of her wrath; nonetheless, this one would suffice as she enjoyed her initiation. She grinned as she stood with hand on hip, her nipples pointing rock hard from her full breasts, and brought the cane whooshing down to meet the submissive's flesh for the first time. The inviting arse bucked as the sweet crack of the cane's impact made the flesh bounce delightfully as it cut into his soft cheeks, bringing a howl from the male and a pleasing red line across his flesh; his nose snorting at the gusset and his cock pulsing in unison with the stinging pain in a perverse enjoyment as he succumbed to a greater authority, bringing him ever closer to shooting his mess in divine submission.




Harriet's Liberty Ch. 02



His pleasure was met by Harriet's as she relished each following stroke with increasing satisfaction, the male's inevitable tears only promoting her cruel frenzy. Harriet longed to feel that cock now; her dominance confirmed painfully and beyond any dispute as the cane was delivered again and again with utmost feminine authority.

Bryant held his ear tight to the wall, naked and wanking his cock as he listened intently, one of the photos of the cane wielding Harriet on a chair seat in front of him to enhance his pleasure. He could just make out the muffled crack of the cane and the muted howls of the lucky male through the masonry; he groaned in ecstasy as his mind ran riot, shooting wads of hot semen across the picture on the chair as he dreamed of receiving the cane. He vowed o confront her, his jealousy was so strong; his curiosity would eventually cost him dearly. He moaned in unison with the muffled yelps of the punished male, the spurts of seed jetting from his cock in a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

Harriet watched with a profound sense of satisfaction as the male writhed on the bed in pain after each stroke, the final one having him buck and thrust at the pillows with his rock hard cock, overcome by his desire to spend while being thrashed by her, but he was to be denied; she enjoyed surveying the result of her efforts for a moment, resting the cane on his severely striped buttocks as he squirmed on the pillows which were now sticky with pre-cum, his mind deep in a submissive thrill at being owned so thoroughly as his arse radiated the pain and warmth generated by the cane, his tears mingling with the juices of her sodden gusset as he sniffed hard at the scent of the woman who had put him firmly in his place.

'Don't you dare come without my permission! You'll spend for me when I'm good and ready.' Her impatience drove her on, she wanted to see that cock spurt just for her; she pulled the pillows from under him.

'Turn over! You'll give thanks to my cunt and arsehole now!' His eyes lit up as Harriet climbed onto the bed and straddled his face, his needy cock standing bolt upright as the glorious sight of her juicy cleft and inviting brown pucker slowly descended to envelope his face. Harriet arched her back and gasped with pleasure as she smiled at herself in the mirror in triumph, the nose of the male sniffed and snorted at her tangy arsehole in utter reverence as his tongue lapped obediently at the soft folds of her dominant cunt. Harriet sighed softly as her senses threatened to explode on her cunt feeling the well-earned worship of a male tongue for the first time. She rocked back allowing the tongue and the contours of the submissive male's face to nurse her budding clitoris, squinting into the mirror as the pleasure intensified, her eyes drifting to the reflection of the stiff cock which awaited her attention.

Harriet leaned forward and gently grasped the erect cock, grinning with pleasure as she sampled its warm rubbery feel, her touch making it pulse hard in her hand as the male snorted and bucked slightly, impatient to shoot his load while he was pinned down and sniffing her arsehole. As he gasped for air between the smothering and release from her fleshy globes while she ground and slithered her wet cunt relentlessly, his submissive torment was enhanced by her inquisitive teasing of his cock. Harriet delighted in watching his helmet emerge and disappear as she stroked it, teasing the flange and the fleshy dome with the sharp nails of her free hand; leaning a little further forward to watch the glistening pre-cum bubble from the captive helmet, she suddenly took in the heady fetid scent of the boning member, sending her buzzing cunt completely over the edge. She ground her cunt down hard into his face as she sniffed uncontrollably at the scent of his cock, the aroma acting like some opiate, and let out a deep sigh as she rocked herself to a glorious orgasm while squeezing the cock hard. The male spluttered and gasped on the edge of his own relief as her cunt rode his face in a frenzied crescendo, his nose snorting at the intoxicating scent of her sticky arsehole. 

Harriet arched her back again as she moaned in ecstasy and viewed herself in the mirror, cock held firmly imprisoned, its owner dominated to her utter satisfaction. Next door, Bryant grunted to a second orgasm on hearing her muffled cry of satisfied triumph over the male, his cock shooting another ample wad of seed across the photo as he could only guess at the pleasure the male was being subjected to; his ecstasy tinged with a jealousy which brought out a weird submissive streak within him, the denial of her flesh so close yet so far made him jet with a previously unknown pleasure. Harriet squirmed and panted as her wonderful orgasm subsided, giggling softly as she gripped the bone hard cock, its tortured owner trying to buck her hand into motion. She grinned wickedly, that cock would shoot for her now. She slipped forward slightly till she felt the warmth of his mouth below her arsehole.

'You'll come whilst licking my arse. I want it nice and clean, then deep inside... as far as it will go. Lick!' The Male eagerly lapped at the tangy pucker with his eyes looking up the cleft of the quivering cheeks of the woman who was controlling and dominating him so efficiently, lapsing into a heavenly submission as she began to work his cock which now dribbled continually while his tongue probed the warmth of her anus and his thoughts drifted back to the humiliating caning. Harriet teased the cock with slow deliberate strokes as the probing tongue created a delightful sensation, readying her cunt for her next orgasm; she hastened her strokes just a little and teased the underside of his bell-end with her sharp nails, enjoying being in total control of it as the male bucked and the cock pulsed closer to a divine orgasm. She opened her mouth and blew gently on his turgid member, stroking harder and longer and making his tongue lick and probe in a frenzy. She grinned and cupped his balls with her free hand.

'You'll come for me now, then I'm going to whip you till you're ready to spunk again.' He groaned into the flesh of her pucker and lifted his hips as far as he could, heralding the surrender of his seed, Harriet licking her lips in anticipation of a worthy eruption; he was hers now, and she would not be disappointed.

'...and then I'm going to ride this cock when it's good and stiff again.' She grinned in triumph and acute pleasure as the controlling grip of her hand brought a lush fountain of hot semen from the captive cock, the spurts shooting six or seven inches into the air before dropping back to warmly caress her knuckles, and jet elsewhere as the male moaned in utter ecstasy. She sneered with satisfaction and squeezed his balls as though to wring the seed from them, making him shoot again and again till he was thoroughly and satisfyingly spent. Harriet rubbed her arsehole all over his face as she tasted a little of the inviting looking cream from her fingers. She grinned as she thought the taste was a little less profound than she had expected; she wiped the residue on the sheets and left the bed to retrieve a whip.

Harriet was true to her promise and the pre-conditioned submissive male was treated to the pleasure of two more orgasms, one less than his Mistress of the moment enjoyed on her first night of dominance. Finally sated at about two in the morning, the male found himself being bound at the wrists and ankles, gagged with the sodden panties and used as a bed warmer. Harriet lay close to him all night, dreaming of having a more deserving male captive beside her. The male would know another session of pleasure with her, but it would be purely for the purpose of attracting the sort of males she truly desired; those who had not been dominated before. Harriet knew he'd ask if he might see her again; after washing and dressing in the morning he found the courage and knelt at her feet.

'Will I have the pleasure of serving you again?' She sneered down at him, quietly relieved that he was to oblige her plans, as she buckled a patent leather belt tight about her waist.

'You must not become too attached to me, but I have nothing else to do on Monday evening. You know the library? meet me there; come ten minutes before it closes and wait inside for me, you may carry my things home for me.'



Harriet's Liberty Ch. 03



Bryant took periodical peeps through his curtains as the stream of deliveries arrived next door on Saturday morning; the arrival of what was obviously a very large bed, setting the delivery men a tough task as they wrestled it through the door and caused some commotion in getting the mattress and base up the stairs. The delivery men didn't seem to mind a bit about being marshalled by the stern woman in the tight skirt.

Bryant's curiosity was pushed to the limit when a large plain black van arrived and what seemed like half of its contents were delivered next door, his mind ran riot with fantasies of what the boxed items could be, especially those which were over six feet long; he could not know how his imagination had touched on reality. The men from the black van did not display the leering smiles that the deliverers of the bed had worn, theirs was a very special delivery and they had seen many women like the strikingly confident Harriet before, such was the nature of their delivery.

Harriet directed them down to her newly painted cellar, the junk it had collected over many years now smoldering in the garden, its warm purple walls complemented by the silver enamel she had herself added to the bars at the small window through which the light shone in golden streaks, emphasising its new cell-like appearance. She switched on the light and the three males began unpacking the larger boxes; one of them addressed Harriet in studied gentlemanly fashion.

'Assembly and fixture of the frames and benches is all part of the price Madam, but we will have to leave you to fit the smaller racks and fitments.' Harriet's sex moistened a little at the male's nonchalant air of servitude, she could see he had provided this service for many dominant women, and was careful not to show the remotest indication of frivolity.

'That's just fine, I have someone in mind who'll do that for me. He doesn't know it yet, but will oblige me without question.' The slight raising of his eyebrows was the only emotion the male showed at Harriet's response; his business meant that talking with countless dominant women had become as routine as taking a train to work, it was as though they were taking over, there were so many of them and he was glad of the trade.

She showed him where to place the huge X-frame, a smaller version, a crucifix, and two padded benches. Even when the padded coffin was unpacked, none of the three showed the slightest emotion, and they set about transforming the cellar which her Mother had used to place items of no further use or interest; Harriet smirked, her nipples hardening as the X-frame was hoisted and fixed to the far wall, the cellar would know much use and interest now.

Bryant's curiosity got the better of him, the dull sound of drilling below ground level too much to bear. He opened his front door and crept furtively between the privet hedges which divided the properties, and craned his neck to look over the small ground level window which offered a view into the cellar. He could just see the men moving about, but could not quite see what they were at. Harriet was not quite so involved as her paid servants of the moment, and noticed the change in the light through the bars. Her cunt tingled on guessing immediately who it was, and strode forward, looking up with arms crossed. Bryant's eyes met with her stern smile, and he gaped at her, frozen for a moment, then shrank away as though burned by her stare. His anus tingled at the thought of the look she had given him as he disappeared back to the safety of his house; just the power of her glare had him in a cold sweat, how could this be the same girl?

The delivery men completed their task rapidly, and left the basic assemblies of cuffs and manacles at the foot of each apparatus. As two of them took the tools back to the van, the third bowed in reverence to his obviously dominant customer.

'Glad to be of service to you madam, I trust you will be OK with the completion of the assemblies; there is a helpline number with the instructions should you require any guidance.' 

'Oh, I'll be fine thank you, like I said, I know just the person to have the work completed for me.' Her cunt oozed as he walked away and left her to survey her new dungeon; the small gallows with its silky noose hanging at the opposite end to the frames was particularly arousing for her; just enough clearance to have the tallest of males dangling from it, a recess in the floor below it with two steps down; an old coal hopper removed many years ago having occupied the space. The padded coffin standing next to it added extra spice. She would now find her handyman and have him complete the work.

Bryant was on his knees on his bedroom floor, wanking hard as he surveyed the pictures of the cane wielding Harriet which adorned the walls, thinking hard on that look she had given him; he longed to be on his knees to her. He was close to unleashing his cream when the doorbell rang. He continued to strop for a moment when it rang again. He cursed his luck and quickly dressed, stuffing his rigid cock into his briefs. He pulled the door open and stood stunned on seeing Harriet standing with hands on hips, her full figure as tall as he in her stilettos.

'Fetch that toolbox of yours, I have something you can do for me; be quick about it.' 

Bryant said nothing, her command was so confident, and his own desire overpowered him, he went sheepishly to the nearby stair cupboard and clumsily lifted the steel box. Harriet sneered with pleasure.

'You'll need an electric drill and some masonry bits.' He hastily grabbed a drill and extension, and waddled in her wake as she led him to her door, his eyes fixed on her deliciously rounded hips and arse in the tight skirt, his cock now harder than it had ever been in his bedroom. They walked in and she closed the door behind them, then stood hands on hips looking him up and down. Bryant noted the satisfaction in her eyes as he began to tremble visibly.

'What do you mean, spying on me like that, like a peeping tom?' She lifted her chin and looked down her nose at him, her nipples poking hard through her blouse as she enjoyed his discomfort, waiting for whatever feeble answer would be offered.

'I don't know... don't know what came over me... you just look so... so different.' Harriet squinted her mesmerising brown eyes at him, the delight at having him squirm making her sex moisten all the more. Her confidence reached a new level as he stood like a repentant schoolboy.

'I have a good mind to put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.' She smiled as she saw the bulge of his cock poking his loose trousers, betraying the submissive side of his sexuality which she had helped bring forth from him; the freedom the independence had given her bringing her haughty confidence to the fore.

'I think You should kneel before me and beg my forgiveness... now!'. Bryant dropped the things he carried, and his head swam with a strange dizziness, everything seeming to happen in slow motion as he found himself sinking to his knees at her command, not quite believing his own actions. His cock boned as the sheer pleasure of being dominated by her clashed with his rational thoughts; this was crazy but oh so erotically enjoyable, he was overwhelmed by her feminine power as he knelt and looked up at her stern beauty, she had him just where he belonged and they both knew it.

'I... I beg your forgiveness Harriet. Her cunt was now thoroughly wet as she slapped his face smartly, Bryant's balls and anus tingling with the pleasure of his inferiority being confirmed as the manicured hand left its mark.

'Mistress Harriet!... You will show me respect at all times.' Bryant was now yearning to shoot his mess like never before; he wallowed in this new and tantalising pleasure.

'I beg your forgiveness... Mistress Harriet.' Her spite rose as she savoured this new triumph; the lewd and leering male who had made his perversions clear to her when she had been ruled by her mother was now at her complete disposal. She would now begin his humiliation, and put him to good use.

'Clothes off now! Every last stitch.' Bryant gasped and hesitated only to blush red, and was awarded another swift slap to the face, adding to his rosy complexion. He fumbled with his clothes while she inspected his emerging flesh; though middle-aged, his musculature was surprisingly well turned out, nicely firm arms and torso, her cunt tingled as his muscles rippled pleasingly while he struggled out of his lower garments, she thought how his flanks would take the whip nicely.

'It's going to get very warm where you're going.' Bryant was already sweating as the tension built and he tried to take in the predicament he was enduring; the beads formed on his brow and back as he seemed to look in on himself from the outside, naked and kneeling before the woman he had come to desire so strongly in so short a time. His complete focus was suddenly drawn to her; she smiled and undid her skirt, letting it drop to the ground. Bryant was transfixed by the delicious camel toe in her black pantie hose, her cunt, hot and aroused, framed by her broad thighs and round hips; her white silk blouse held tight by a thin belt about her waist, accentuating her dominant female shape.

'Sniff my pussy! I want you to know the scent you've lusted after, the scent of a woman who's going to show you your place.' Bryant needed no coaxing, his cock boned, the veins bulging along its length as he duly paid homage to a superior force. Harriet sneered in triumph as his noose nestled against the nylon gusset, grooved so sweetly by the bulging lips of her hot and wet cunt. Bryant's balls and anus tingled in submission as he sniffed at the delectable spice of her sex. He was ready to be totally controlled by her. She allowed him a minute or so to fill his lungs with her delicate aroma, then pulled his head away and slapped his face hard again.

'Follow me. You're honoured, you'll be the first to see my pleasure room; you have work to do.' Bryant's face stung as it warmed in the afterglow of her hand, but was eclipsed by the pounding of his heart as he watched her firm round cheeks in the black nylon descend the stairs to the cellar; he grasped the tools and followed obediently. 

Bryant gasped as he saw the frames, benches, and gallows, bringing a satisfied tingle to Harriet's already excited cunt. She picked a cane and a black leather object from the array of things recently purchased and strutted over to Bryant, who dropped to his knees, eyes staring at the implements of torture. His anus now tingled wildly in submission, his cock beginning to ooze pre-cum, as Harriet grinned while a full leather hood was swiftly slipped over his head and smartly buckled about his neck. She grinned with satisfaction as his eyes blinked through the holes, and his mouth remained agape through the only other opening; a gauze patch over the nose allowed him access to any scent offered, should he be granted that pleasure.

'There! I don't wish to see your face. You have no identity when you're down here; you are merely a slave to do my bidding.' He lowered his head, his mind running riot at what torture may befall him as Harriet ran the cane over the firm contours of his body, then down to his stiff cock, making it perk erect.

'You're going to be put to work in finishing some tasks for me, the instructions are easily read. I will tell you where I want my racks and you will fix them for me. You'll please me by getting things right, just as I want them. If you do not get it right I will thrash you, if you please me... I'll allow you to lick my arsehole; you'd like to do that wouldn't you?' Bryant's heart pounded.

'Yes Mistress Harriet... I would love to lick your arsehole.' He was close to spending spontaneously as he watched the superb arse move in the black panties as she strutted high on her stilettos before him. Harriet pointed first to the frames.

'You'll put the cuffs on those first, while I chalk on the walls where I want my racks. I will then go upstairs for a while, then I'll come down again to supervise you.' Bryant went eagerly to the task, Harriet taking time to choose where her whip racks would go before ascending the stairs. Bryant's balls tingled as he heard the door locked shut behind him; he wanted to wank his rigid cock there and then in case this was some vivid dream he would suddenly wake from, but set about his tasks as though his life depended on it, he so wanted to worship that arse with his tongue.

Harriet hummed to herself contentedly as she picked up her skirt and buttoned it before taking Bryant's house keys from his things and going next door. Harriet thought the house was surprisingly tidy for a residence inhabited by a single male, as she nosed through the lounge and kitchen. On ascending the stairs and entering his bedroom, she found the turgid air of his sleeping quarters much more to her expectations; smiling contentedly and lifting her skirt, she rubbed her clitoris as she took in the array of pictures of her with cane, plastered on the walls and the ceiling above his bed. His mind was already enslaved by her, and she would take much pleasure in goading him with what she had seen. Taking one of the pictures, she returned to her house and listened for a moment at the top of the basement stairs, the sound of Bryant's toil pleasing her ears. She slipped out of her skirt again and sat in a chair for a good two hours, slipping a finger through the moistness of her hot cleft as she read a book on dominant housekeeping, before picking the picture up and strutting down to her new dungeon.

She smiled with pleasure as she surveyed the array of equipment now displayed in all its glory, her cunt tingling as she stepped to the gallows in the corner and tugged at the dangling noose with an elegant finger. Bryant watched from his knees in the centre of the room, his cock erecting to full stiffness on seeing the picture in her hand, his balls tingling as her eyes glinted with a spiteful wickedness on turning to him. 

'Good boy! You've managed your first task for me satisfactorily.' Her soft smile turned to a severe look and she slapped his face hard, making his face sting and bringing dribbles of pre-cum from his pulsing cock.

'What's this! you've been masturbating over me, haven't you!' Bryant could not deny it, nor did he want to; the transformation of the dowdy girl he may have fucked through boredom, to the confident dominatrix who now commanded him, had captured him completely and enslaved his awakening submissive soul entirely.

'Yes Mistress Harriet... I have masturbated many times over you.' She grinned as she strutted round him, looking at the impressive wares of her new life, then stood with her back to him and slowly slipped off her panties to reveal her deliciously plump arse.

'Well, you'll masturbate for me now while sniffing worshipping my arsehole; it's fitting that your seed should christen my dungeon, as my once arrogant neighbour and the first to be dominated here. Sniff!' She parted her legs slightly and leaned forward, holding her cheeks apart, and Bryant needed no further encouragement, poking his nose to her inviting anus and sniffing hard at it's savoury whiff, taking his cock to bone hard rigidity as he stropped deliriously.

'Lick! Get that tongue right in, I want your seed wasted while it's in the correct place for it!' She released one hand and nursed her cunt as his eager tongue slipped in, the full pleasure of her dominance now realised as the once letching and chauvinistic male was reduced with satisfaction to her slave.

'Don't you dare come until I'm ready to allow it, you'll feel the whip if you do.' Bryant let out muffled whimpers as he fought to hold back his aching balls, and was relieved to hear Harriet gasp and moan, her thighs stiffening and her anus clenching at his tongue.

'Ooohhhhh yessss!!... Shoot now... waste your come on the floor!' Harriet's orgasm was supreme, the wickedness of her dominance enhancing the waves of pure ecstasy as Bryant grunted and jerked, and she watched between her legs as the loops of hot semen was sent to the floor in honour of her superiority. She sighed with satisfaction as Bryant continued to dutifully tongue her arsehole, his spent cock worked to prolong his own lush orgasm for as long as possible, the weaker jets of hot semen dribbling from his bell-end. She stepped clear of his mess and smiled at him before stepping over to one of the smaller frames.

'Crawl over here and let me see how you look; I want to test this one.' Bryant faltered a little, but her stern look and finger pointing to the frame ensured his obedience. She laughed softly as his wrists were cuffed to the upper bar, and he knelt naked and hooded, the perfect picture. She sneered as he found the courage to speak.

'Please... Mistress... Mistress Harriet, you're not going to leave me here?' She grinned and stepped over to the array of delightful accessories now available to her, picking a nice red ball-gag which would compliment his black hood perfectly. She twirled it playfully as she approached him.

'No... no Mistress, please!' His words were swiftly silenced as the ball was stuffed into his mouth and the giggling Harriet buckled the strap tight, delighting at the red ball surrounded by the black mask which he could now only grunt through. Harriet also noted his cock stiffening again as he was gagged.

'There, I can see that you're enjoying it really.' She flicked his fresh erection with the heel of her stiletto.

'You'll stay ther for a while and think on your previous attitude to me, and women in general. Get used to it, I intend to entertain others who have been just as deserving as you, and if you're a good boy I'll let you watch.' His cock peaked again as he watched her superb arse strut up the stairs, and whimpered through the mask as she closed the door with a bang and switched off the lights. The thin rays of light from the small cellar window illuminated him like the forgotten prisoner, as he squirmed in the cuffs and thought long and hard on his prior conduct, wishing he could play with the cock which was now fully erect again.



Harriet's Liberty Ch. 04



Harriet strutted through the High Street with a confidence she could never have envisaged just a few weeks ago, her tall heels and tight skirt turning male heads which she did not give a returning glance. She was the same woman whom males had barged past and tutted at her obstruction as they gave their attention to mobile phones and newspapers, but she now cut a swathe through them, seeing them part like the Red Sea and some of them stumbling as they gaped at her pleasing form. Her dominance grew aside her confidence as she mused on her enslavement of Bryant, the stroll in one of her tighter new skirts and the eyes upon her bringing a pert sexual arousal which wet her cunt nicely; she would allow him to lick her to orgasm when she returned; he wasn't going anywhere after all, and the fact that he was chained and waiting to be dominated filled her with acute pleasure. 

She was a keyholder to the library, and she gave the dour fifties concrete structure a look of contempt as she quickly moved down the side passage and opened the door, careful to switch off the alarm as she did routinely. She had often attended in closed hours as a sense of duty, often finding sanctuary from her mother there, sorting the returned books that the other staff had not bothered to relocate to the appropriate shelves, and sometimes comforting herself by masturbating over the few risque novels and texts that were stored there. She had been treated like a slave by certain other members of staff, who though not necessarily unkind to her, had taken it for granted that she would do their fetching and carrying, and there were certain regular male customers who had had many laughs at her expense; curt remarks about her plain appearance and spinstership being their favourite topic. All this was to change forever before she handed the keys back.

She knew the habits of some of those regular customers who were like clockwork, and used to dread Mondays, which was a day she was often pilloried; this one would be different. She moved to a section on engineering and took all the books from a lower shelf, placing them high up, out of reach without the aid of the wheeled stool she employed and then hid away, someone would need assistance to retrieve them. She made several other adjustments, moving one section into a far aisle rarely frequented, before leaving with her cunt in need of Bryant's services; she had thought initially that simply teasing him, teaching the old pervert a lesson before cutting him out of her new life would suffice, but now realised the services of an enslaved single male was very beneficial, she would dominate him into perpetual enslavement and have him witness the pleasure of her conquests.

Another thought crossed Madam Harriet Harper's mind as she opened her front door, she would make the pervert open his computer and divulge his lurid obsessions; he was bound to hold dark perverted desires, and the thought of his humiliation excited her no end. She opened the cellar door, stepped in, and closed it hard to announce her arrival and descended the steps with slow deliberation. Bryant's thoughts were immediately awakened, his heart jumped at the sound that he had waited for, seemingly for an eternity though it had been a matter of two hours or so. He had had plenty of time to mull over his predicament, squinting through the mask at the racks and the beckoning noose in the far corner, whips trailing from shelves; instruments which showed the intention of sweet revenge by the once dour girl. His anus tingled in unison with the rising of his cock as he tested the cuffs which held him in wait of her pleasure, and listened to the steps of the approach of a woman who had shown him his correct position.

Harriet's cunt tingled, her nipples poking rock hard as she looked on at the delicious novelty of a male controlled by her merest whims, his eyes showing fear and anticipation through the mask, his cock erect and betraying the excitement of submission to her feminine power. Bryant's cock pulsed and bobbed on seeing the pleasure in her eyes on strutting toward him on those spiked heels, her broad hips bustling in the tight skirt; each time he saw her his submissive worship of her grew stronger, masked and cuffed, his mind went back to the way he'd letched and teased the once humble girl - he now grunted through the ball gag in an attempt to pledge confirmation of her superiority. Harriet stood proud and dominant before him, sneered, and slapped his face.

'You'll remain silent while I tell you how things'll be from now on. I've been thinking, what would the police have to say if they saw the pictures of me plastered all over the walls? How would the neighbours view having a peeping tom in their midst when it all came out? She smiled cruelly as he panted and grunted through the gag, salivating at the thought of his public exposure, before awarding his face another playful slap.

'I think a full confession of your perversions might just save you from that shame. We're going to go up to your bedroom, and you're going to open up your computer and show me what really turns you on. I'll know if you're hiding anything from me, and you'll feel the cane until I'm satisfied you've revealed all.' A mild panic flashed through his mind as he recounted the filth he liked to masturbate over, but she had him under her control; he could not believe she'd go public, but if that ever happened, who would the police take more heed of? She'd become a meek single woman for the occasion, and he was a single middle-aged male and the pictorial evidence was damning, despite her posing exposed in her garden. His cock pulsed hard as she strutted to a shelf, put a cane under her arm and chose a shiny new leather leash, then smiled contentedly as she fastened its collar about his neck.

'I know you'll be a good boy for me and not make any fuss. If you behave well, and you will, I may let you masturbate over what pleases you while I watch. I may even let you lick me again; I know you'd like that.' The maintained rigidity of his cock showed that the thought of his exposure on both counts was as pleasing as it was painful to him, and his grunted protestations through the gag as she released him and led him to the stairs on all fours like a dog, were more confirmation of his submission to her than pleas against what would be; she had decided and he would conform. Harriet led him up the stairs to where his clothes lay in a pile, and he jerked on the leash thinking she'd allow him to dress. She tugged hard on the leash and sneered at the naked and masked male.

'Oh, your mask is all you'll need, but I do need your keys.' Her cunt moistened as she felt his reluctance after retrieving the keys and tugging him toward the door, naked. 

'Oh, you'll know many humiliations under my control; I do hope some of the neighbours are out doing some gardening.' Bryant's anus tingled incessantly, as his grunts through the gag went unheeded, Harriet opening the door to the world beyond with its possibilities of exposure, Bryant cowering as he felt the cool air around his balls and arsehole. She looked quickly from side to side, ensuring the coast was clear; too much exposure at once might not be beneficial, though Bryant did not know her thoughts. He felt as though every nearby residence had eyes upon him as Harriet tugged him out through the door, her feeling of triumph glowing as she led the owned dog he had become. Though close to the house and at least partially obscured by the hedges, Harriet enjoyed every step, pausing halfway to smile down at the male in his defeated splendour, he making muffled grunts through the gag and straining at the leash like a frisky hound wishing to give chase to local cats. Harriet looked about her, then enjoyed the tease.

'Maybe we should take a walk through the park, I'd so love to show the world your new position.' Bryant whimpered pitifully through the gag, though his cock boned with a strangely perverted but subconscious enjoyment at the thought. Harriet's cunt would not wait that long though; his brief exposure had excited her beyond all expectations, and her spite needed the reward of his tongue. She savoured his misery as he strained impatiently on the leash.

'I can see that you're in need of some sharp discipline; I think you've earned the cane already.' Being caned by her seemed more than a pleasure to him at that point, and he gasped with relief as he was led to his own door. Back in the private confines of his house, the relief allowed Bryant's balls to tingle with submissive pleasure as he watched her delicious arse move in the skirt as she ascended the stairs, he knowing he now faced further humiliation on being forced to show her the lurid sites he frequented. Harriet imposed the further intentions of her dominance immediately on entering his tired and typically single male bedroom, tearing one of the pictures of her from the wall with her cane.

'Look at the state of this room! What if I hold a party in my house and require yours to provide overnight accommodation? You'll redecorate the bedrooms to my taste; I'll want it done before the week's out.' Bryant looked up at her smug face with disbelieving eyes as she dropped his leash and crossed her arms, waiting for a grunt of disapproval; she was quietly triumphant on no sound being offered, Bryant's erect cock pulsing in recognition that he would be totally ruled by her, even in his own house. She would now own it. Harriet pulled the chair from the computer desk and sat cross legged on it, giving him a generous view of her thighs as he knelt before the keyboard, and toying smugly with the cane; his eyes wandered up at the pictures he'd taken, he'd have difficulty denying his actions to the police even if he took them down; Harriet had one in her clutches, and it was hardly a selfie, with his curtains on show to one side. She had him just where she wanted him, under her control. He now faced glorious humiliation which she would revel in, as he was made to disclose his darker desires without choice.

Harriet pointed to one of the pictures with her cane, and gave Bryant a stern look on his showing a little reluctance to open up and reveal what he had.

'Believe me, you'll learn you'll enjoy being humiliated, and humiliated you will be.' She smiled with contentment as he tapped in his password.

'And your password is?..' She pointed to a pen and pad on the desk.

'Write it down. I'll want to give things a thorough check over at my leisure; if I find you've hidden anything, you'll be punished most severely.' Bryant's muffled protestations were responded to with a spiteful stroke of the cane to his exposed buttocks, and Harriet's cunt tingled with the haughty pleasure of her power over him as he meekly obeyed, his cock jutting erect as it poked forward when he stretched to scribble it out; his submissive side unable to hide the twisted pleasure of being controlled and humiliated by a dominant female. She grinned as the screen illuminated, and stood next to him.

'I see the screen has a camera function; we'll take a snap of your new position and keep it as a screen-saver to remind you of it.' Bryant's cock wilted slightly at the idea, but was brought to a healthy erection again as Harriet teased it with the cane as they posed, and he saw himself gagged and leashed on his knees; that cock showing the pleasure of his submission, despite the look of bewilderment in his eyes, mirrored by the smug pleasure of ownership in Harriet's as she kept the leash taut and ensured the defeated salute of his aching member. 

Harriet played the cane on his flesh as he was made to stroke his cock on viewing what he frequented, watching what made him jerk most and keeping note of it while laughing softly as she witnessed his excitement. The cane was applied a little harder as he revealed his lust at depictions of girls in bondage, Harriet frowning theatrically as his cock boned at the sight of young flesh held firm by cords.

'We'll soon whip those thoughts from you; this sight is forbidden from now on.' It was at this point that notice of a new mail popped up, and she felt Bryant's need to pretend it wasn't there. She enjoyed his discomfort thoroughly as she pointed to the already more than obvious envelope at the base of the screen.

'Why, I forgot all about correspondence! That could be most revealing, couldn't it? Open it... NOW!' Her cruel pleasure had her cunt buzzing as she saw Bryant's face actually redden and saw him squirm with unease as he opened it. The relief that he showed on it just being a flyer from a BDSM site did not save him, Harriet knew he had something he did not feel easy about revealing within his mail box. A feeling of spiteful victory warmed her cunt as she awarded him a sharp stroke of the cane, Bryant grunting through the gag as his arse glowed to match his face as a list was revealed. 

Harriet noted that there were many entries from a 'Curious Mandy', and took control of the mouse in her eagerness to sate her own curiosity, giving Bryant a thoughtful sneer as she watched him pant anxiously through the gag. She grinned as she read how Bryant had controlled her - at a distance - telling her how he'd tie her up for his enjoyment, and receiving pictures of her with ties ankles or wrists, which he had no doubt masturbated hard over. Harriet gave him a slap to the face as he grunted protestingly at her viewing older mails from her; it seemed she was a lonely housewife with plenty of time on her hands, her initial mails had shown how she was curious about being dominant as well as a sub, but Bryant had laid the path to be the dominant one. Harriet grinned as she took over the keyboard, she was delighted to note that the woman lived within easy driving distance.

'I think it's time she realised her potential, don't you?' Bryant received another cursory slap as he continued to grunt pleadingly through the gag, his cock pulsing as he watched her take command of another aspect of his life. Harriet responded to Curious Mandy's last mail, adding her own mail address: "There have been changes around here, I would love to hear from you." Bryant's balls and anus tingled as she attached the picture of him, leashed and dominated... and sent it. She watched him pant through the gag, his eyes fixed on the screen as she filled it with the picture, then undid her skirt and slipped her panties down her legs. 

'I'll see you masturbate over that picture now, I know you want to; I expect someone else will be masturbating over it too, just think of that as you shoot your mess. Put on a good show for me, we'll have that gag off and I'll have my cunt and arsehole licked when you're done.' Harriet sat back in the chair, lifted and spread her thighs over its arms, and stroked her moist cunt as she watched Bryant eagerly strop his stiff cock. The pleasure he felt was immense and overpowering as his eyes flicked from the picture of his own humiliation to the juiced cunt of the woman who had instigated it so profoundly; the whiff of her arousal ensuring his balls would provide a more than worthy expenditure, his mind in a glorious rapture of total defeat as a torrent of hot semen burst from his cock in pure ecstasy. He was owned and she knew it, she was in command of him and fully enjoying total control which he could do nothing to prevent; the cruel and teasing pleasure of his submission to femininity took him down to a perverse level of ecstasy as her victorious sneer drained his balls. 

She watched with utter contempt as he jerked on his knees and spent his seed at her whim, then deftly pointed him to her feet. He waddled to her and stretched his jaws after she unbuckled the gag, she smiling at the line it left around his cheeks, then pulled his face down to her slippery labia, caressing his hair like a pet animal.

'Lick! I'll tell you when you've earned my arsehole, I know how you love to show your worship there, and you've made it nice and sticky after today's amusement.' She sighed with immediate pleasure as he licked at the slippery folds so willingly, the musky scent and taste bringing fresh excitement to his spent cock. She allowed him to rasp vigorously at her clitoris before its urgency required her to slip a finger down to it.

'Lick my arsehole! Show me you know your place!' Bryant continued to sniff at her cunt as his tongue slid down to the honeyed tang of her sticky pucker, his cock rising in tribute again as the tingling of his own anus told him he truly did know his place, the thought of further humiliations to come making him want to spend again as his tongue slipped into the warmth of her arsehole. Harriet moaned with satisfaction, her legs tensing and pointing her toes skyward as she indulged in a glorious orgasm, her thoughts that his enslavement was just a mere aperitif for what was to come.



Harriet's Liberty Ch. 05



Harriet's satisfaction peaked as she befriended 'Curious Mandy' via e-mail; she learned that like so many housewives she had inhibited a strong sexual desire to dominate, particularly as she suspected her chauvinistic husband was having affairs with younger women, while she was trapped in a dour and lifeless marriage. She edged toward separation, and Harriet was determined she'd help her go through with this and secure her freedom, Bryant would make the perfect foil in showing her just how things should be for an independent woman, and she could vent her ire upon him for daring to suggest he would dominate her; the sexual satisfaction she'd enjoy in her triumph over him would be immense, and Harriet's pleasure at seeing Bryant reduced further and so deservedly, had her cunt wet with excitement. 

Amanda Horton showed no inhibition of her desires on receiving that initial mail with the picture of the male who had boasted his dominance, only to be shown leashed and conquered by a younger woman; she described to Harriet how she had masturbated many times over the sweet reality of the true position he held, and how she was lifted by the truth. She was more than eager to hold that leash, and have Bryant know the prim and exacting justice of the cane as he paid for the chauvinism he'd dared to suggest.

Harriet told Amanda of her pleasing progress, and agreed to meet her for the first time at the library, so that any slight thought that the mails and picture were contrived would be dispelled on meeting in so public a place; Harriet gaining an extra thrill at having a woman she'd never met witness the triumph of her vengeance on those who had showered scorn upon her. The submissive male who had been promised the task of carrying her things home for her at the end of the day, would now earn an unforseen treat beyond simply being seen to be under her control by the members of staff; he would warm Amanda's dominance in preparation for Bryant being presented to her, ensuring her ego was fully inflated and her arousal at a peak, in preparation for justice to be served so fittingly.

Bryant had spent the night sleeping on a futon at the foot of Harriet's bed, his slumber fitful as he toyed with the cruel cage she'd imprisoned his genitalia with. He knelt on the futon and looked up at her glorious naked figure with pleading eyes, when she had showered and stood gently fluffing her hair with a soft towel. She grinned as she bent and unbuckled his gag, at least allowing his mouth freedom. His cock pulsed hard in the tight chrome grid, the eye of his bell-end glistening with pre-cum as it poked through the slot of the shiny dome which allowed him to piss but nothing else, as she picked the tiny key on its small chain from her bedside cabinet. Her grin broadened on savouring the disappointment in his eyes as she threaded the small chain through a gold chain and fastened it with her delicately manicured fingers about her neck, the key dropping into the warm haven of the cleavage between her full breasts.

'You'll not be given the chance to disobey me and masturbate while I'm away, I know you won't be able to resist the temptation, so I'll ensure you don't.' His mouth opened to gesture a plea, but he was silenced as Harriet placed her upright index finger against her lips; the silent command preventing his words.

'I have a list of household duties that you'll perform today... Now, you'll help me dress for my last day at work.' Bryant was yearning to wank hard by the time he zipped her into the tight waisted black leather skirt, the split at the rear giving him a teasing view of her black seamed stockings, her full round arse tight in the leather above above it, the reflected light shining from the skirt to emphasise her delicious curves as she stood in regal dominance while he attended her. With her hair up in a bun, her tight white blouse over a bra which raised her breasts to show their full glory, she looked every inch the strict schoolmistress of many a submissive male's fantasies. She further imposed her authority, pointing to a list on the table she'd compiled with an air of nonchalant confidence.

'You'll see these tasks are all completed, then you'll shower and await my return on your knees at the foot of my bed at five o'clock. Be sure to be there in good time, I may return earlier, and if you're not there...' With her bedroom facing the rear of the house, Harriet was quietly confident that Bryant would not be tempted to chance waiting at a window to the front of the house to view her return; she'd have company she didn't want him to see until she was ready.

Harriet astounded herself with her own confidence as she strutted to the door of the dour grey library building at five minutes after nine, deliberately late to ensure she received maximum focus from a full compliment of staff. She had thought she might have a little twinge of nerves on her approach, but the only twinge she felt was the pleasing tingle of her cunt as it moved in the black satin panties below the tight leather skirt, today she would wreak just revenge upon those so deserving of it. 

Inside, Albert Gifford, the beer-bellied and balding Head Librarian had been tutting and eyeing his watch before returning to his office, commenting on how the Harper girl had had more than enough time with her complimentary days off for the funeral to get over the loss of her mother; the female members making up the other staff, nodding nonchalantly in agreement with him, as he asked that she be sent into him when she arrived, to be rebuked regarding her time-keeping. The officious middle-aged women raised their noses at each other, she'd better turn up, somebody had to pick up the returned books and shelve them after all. 

The door opened and Harriet strode in, a wicked smile on her face as the stunned women took in the metamorphosis that had taken place, Ella Brown, a church going busy body in the local community with mouth agape as the once demure and servile girl breezed up to the coat hook and calmly hung her smart jacket where once the girlish grey woolen coat had hung. Fay Wright, the wife of a local and henpecked police officer, looked on with immediate jealousy at the tight leather skirt and seams that she aspired to but would never dare wear, and Sybil Clark, the Deputy Head Librarian, herself a closet dominatrix who had her businessman husband behave as she believed all men should, was the first to find the courage to speak.

'We know you've been through an emotional period Miss Harper, but do you think your mode of dress is appropriate for the library?' Harriet grinned and strutted over to her on her tool heels, her new confidence oh so evident.

'I think it perfectly appropriate for what may be my last day here Sybil... and as for that 'emotional period', I'm not just rid of my overbearing mother, I'm rid of the life that went with it too.' She smiled curtly as the other women hid their smiles behind their hands as the bold woman that Harriet had become had the temerity to address the matriarchal woman as 'Sybil' rather than the expected 'Ms Clark', the woman stuck for words externally, but inwardly admiring her spirit.

'Well... I think you'd best see what Mr Gifford has to say, he errr... demands to see you regarding your timekeeping... you intend leaving us?' Harriet smiled knowingly as she felt the unconscious respect that the stern woman now showed her. 

'Yes, I have many things to do with my life beyond this library now, and I'll see if I can make other changes too... Sybil.' The older woman's eyes pricked up; everyone was aware of the officious woman's aspirations to be Head Librarian, thwarted only by the stubborn resilience of the male who frequented the office with his name on the door. Harriet brushed past her, leaving a waft of heady and sexually potent, and expensive perfume as she made for that door with supreme confidence.

Albert Gifford had placed the small chair in which the demure gir would sit, a yard or so from his desk; it always gave him a keen erection to chide his female subjects this way, sat exposed while he brandished his pompous authority regarding shortcomings he found with them. His jaw dropped as the door swung open without the courtesy of a knock, and the erection he anticipated started early as the vision that had once been the meek Harriet Harper strutted in. She smiled casually at the small chair, for once glad to see it as her tight leather skirt creaked exquisitely on descending to it; slowly crossing her legs, she gave the startled male a generous view of her legs clad in black nylon, her broad arse and tight waist enveloping the chair as she waved a spiked stiletto playfully. The Head Librarian swallowed hard as he took in the full breasts which pointed nipples at him through the intimidating bra and thin blouse, lost for words. Harriet's cunt swelled as she savoured his being struck dumb with bewilderment.

'You wanted to see me... Gifford? Well here I am, I don't have all day.' Outside, the three women flocked to the door, vainly straining their ears to hear what was being said, though murmurs were the only audible noise, much to their disappointment. The pompous male reddened at being addressed by his surname, though it tweaked at his budding erection as much as her appearance. He blurted a response.

'Your... your timekeeping is... is not acceptable, I expect my staff to be be here on time... regardless of circumstances.' Harriet smiled casually and astounded Gifford by taking a cigarette from her bag and calmly igniting it, blowing a waft of smoke through his non-smoking office.

'Then you won't have to worry about that too much after today; I'm giving you short notice, today is my last day working here, though I may venture back on occasion.' Gifford stood, partly outraged, partly in awe, as she held the cigarette at arms length and flicked the ash on his polished floor.

'You can't just leave like that... it's impossible! I'll need a month's notice... those are the regulations.' Harriet simply lifted her chin and smiled softly at his guarded tantrum.

'And what do the regulations say about those books you obtained by special order?' She leaned forward and grinned cruelly as she watched him swallow harder than ever.

'...you know, the ones you received without the titles being listed, the ones which aren't displayed in the library... the ones you've kept as your own private collection at the expense of the local authority?' Gifford's face blushed with acute embarrassment at being caught, his anus clenching hard and his cock showing its defiance at his shame by hardening. Harriet drew on the cigarette in triumphal contentment, her red lips screwing on the but and leaving their mark as she smiled on inhaling.

'You were very foolish in allowing me the keys; I was just a servile innocent girl who'd never dare to pry after all. Well, you were wrong. I've been on to your scam for some time, and your choice of titles through that discrete wholesaler were of great interest to me; it didn't take long to decipher how you'd covered the accounting for them on the computer, you've been a very naughty man.' Gifford's terror increased as he visioned his life dissolving before him, newspaper reports, pilloried publicly in court; she had seemed such a homely girl whom he'd never dreamed was clever enough... He went white and stared at her with pleading eyes.

'OK... You can go whenever you want... please... please don't... ' Harriet laughed, her cunt now wet as he squirmed for her pleasure.

'Venus in Furs', Stanton's various pictorials, and so many lesser known but equally sordid sexual novels, many there in that cabinet behind you - the lock so easily picked, you ARE careless - and so many more which have disappeared home with you. I was so disappointed to reach the near end of a tale regarding a dominated male, only to find that you'd secreted it home earlier that day. You'll have to let me complete my reading some day, perhaps you'll read it to me.' Gifford now sensed that some form of blackmail would be her intention, the strange relief it offered made him discard any element of self esteem.

'Please... I'll do anything... anything.' Harriet looked at him sternly and pointed down to the floor where she sat.

'You'll start by kissing my feet. Now!' Harriet placed both stilettos to the floor as Gifford fumbled from behind the grandiose desk which he had sat so pompously behind on so many prior occasions, and belittled himself at her feet. She stroked his balding pate as he humbled himself at her shining black shoes, his lips leaving wet ovals on the patent leather.

'There, I know how you've loved to do that for a woman, and this is just the start.' Gifford's feeble heart pumped as the mixture of fear and strange carnal pleasure raced through his mind at what she had in hers. He looked up at her with eyes stunned at his predicament, his cock now harder than it had been in years as hers betrayed the sheer pleasure at his torment. She grinned smugly and pointed to the ash she'd dropped.

'Lick that up immediately!.. we can't have Ms Sybil Clark's office in a mess.' Gifford gasped at her words as she laughed while his tongue lapped at the ash; he not sure as to whether the acrid taste or her words were the worse. He spluttered as he consumed the burnt offering and stared at her in disbelief from his knees, the bulge in his grey suit trousers betraying his true thoughts at being put firmly in his place, her confident smile ensuring the bulge pulsed readily.

'Oh yes, there'll be changes round here. I know you've probably masturbated over her; we both know the sort of strong woman she hides behind her prim and proper outer shell, it's oh so obvious. You've been finding your position a bit of a strain, and you've decided to turn your role over to her, taking on her role as her underling; that's what your official report to the authority will be.' She lifted her stiletto to his lips and nodded her head, Gifford needing no further prompting in complying and kissing the toe obediently.

'The truth is, we're going to have her in here, and you're going to beg that you reverse roles with her. I'll see that she allows you to share this office; she'll have extra curricular duties for you that will require your close proximity no doubt. I'm sure the benefit of achieving the position of Head Librarian will be enough to appease her when you confess the secret that has brought about your sad demise.' Gifford panted as he took in the dramatic change imposed on him, he could do nothing to change it, and had indeed fantasised about the stern woman. He would shortly have the opportunity to spend his seed over the reality of her guarded sexual dominance, which would be released by her in the euphoria of her new role. 

Gifford quivered in shame and a subliminally deep ecstasy at the surreal situation as he knelt on the floor, watching the supreme Harriet stand and her now delicious arse making the leather skirt squeak as the globes of flesh jostled within it on her strutting to the door. She grinned as she felt and heard the dispersal of bodies behind it on pulling it slightly open. She adjusted her posture to appear as nonchalant as possible on popping her head round the door, seeing Ella and Fay scurrying toward the shelves with the books that had awaited her re-shelving, and Sybil hastily tapping the computer keyboard in an attempt to appear occupied.

'Mr Gifford requires your attendance Ms Clark.' The matriarchal woman deftly adjusted her hair and made her approach in typical haughty fashion, eyes half-closed in studied importance at the inconvenience at being called from her work. Subconsciously, she was pleased at the opportunity to have the undeserving male know her natural authority within whatever discourse took place; she had indulged in many a fantasy about him too, while being pleasured by her feeble husband. Her cunt fluttered immediately on being shown into the room by the curtly smiling Harriet, seeing Gifford kneeling on the floor, his hands trying to hide the shame on his face. Harriet flicked the latch on the door, locking it.

'You're probably wondering why the click of that latch is heard so often Sybil; well, Gifford here has been a very naughty man indeed, and he's decided to confess all to you, and beg your silence over a certain matter by means of making you a very pleasing offer.' Harriet was pleased to see that Sybil's initially shocked expression was now cut by a guarded half sneer, more than delighted already by what she saw. Harriet strutted over to the kneeling male, and stood in a dominant pose over him as he cowered in the combined dilemma of shame and the cutting internal excitement at having his submissive tendencies exposed before a woman whom he knew would relish controlling him.

'There's no escaping it, and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy your humiliation; it's been long overdue and so deserved. Tell Ms Clark about the books... Now.' Gifford panted and looked up at the stern Sybil, her arms crossed and her sneer growing all the time; she looked particularly attractive now, and he knew she'd dominate him mercilessly now that the false and pretentious veil of formality would be removed forever, she in turn looked upon the kneeling male with wholesome anticipation, her cunt oozing nicely on inspecting the bulge in his trousers which heralded the mutual pleasure she guessed was coming.

'I... I purchased books... with money from the authority... books that were not for display, books I kept for myself.' Harriet was joined by Sybil as she stepped over to stand proudly above the penitent male, savouring his humiliation. 

'Tell her what the books were about; they pleased me, and I'm more than sure that Ms Clark will find them most appealing too.' Sybil put a finger under his chin and lifted his head.

'Yes Gifford, you'll tell me everything... I'll know if you're hiding anything, and you know you won't be able to hide behind your authority anymore, it looks like you're just where we both secretly wanted you to be.' Gifford's cock boned with a curious pleasure as he felt her control sweeping his former positional defence away, and this before she knew what else was to come.

'The books.. the books are all... all BDSM, with the accent on... on female domination.' He gasped with a strange relief as he let it out, and sniffed pitifully at Sybil's scent, now yearning to be totally humiliated by her. Harriet smiled as she saw the pleasured look on Sybil's face; she now held him completely under her control and would toy with him incessantly. Harriet elaborated as he bowed before Sybil, in shame and carnal lust.

'Some of the books were historical classics, but still not acceptable for this staid library and it's patrons, others... well Gifford, you certainly kept me entertained - others were very risque novels, graphic and extreme; I particularly enjoyed the snuff tales. The court would have a field day if ever it came to light.' Sybil let out a gentle but cynical laugh as he cowered at her feet in humiliation.

'I knew it. I felt your eyes on me on so many occasions, now why would anyone be attracted to an older authoritative woman like me? You've confirmed what I'd thought for a long time; it seems my miserably pathetic husband is going to get some relief from my domineering ways, he now has some unforseen competition.' Harriet strutted to the cabinet where the current crop of books were stashed and with the aid of a paper knife from his desk, opened the lock with consummate ease.

'Now you'll tell Ms Clark what you've been told to say in order that she might consider not turning you over to the authorities; you'll be at her mercy, whatever she decides. Then we'll both give you something you've deserved in a long time.' She smiled as she opened the cabinet doors, displaying the hoard of lurid books, and her fingers pulled a cane from it which she'd taped unseen in the corner behind the doors. Sybil's smile was one of supreme triumph as she watched Gifford's face drop in acceptance of what was to come; his humiliation would be capped most fittingly with a caning that he'd earned for his previous pomposity. His balls tingled as Harriet flexed the cane and he looked up to the stern woman who would now be put in a position to dominate him in work and play, his voice breaking as he thought of the strokes to come.




Harriet's Liberty Ch. 05



'I beg you... BEG you Ms Clark... to take my position as... as Head Librarian...' Sybil gasped and laughed clasping her hands at the master stroke, her breasts heaving with contentment, before sneering down at the once officious and pompous male who now grovelled at her feet. Harriet prompted more words from him with a prod of the cane to his arse.

'You'll beg Ms Clark to be stationed in HER office, as HER underling too; she'll need to have you on hand... for various 'duties', and of course, the authority will know officially of your new owner's promotion.' Gifford's cock pulsed hard as he was brought down by the crushing humiliation which was also so perversely pleasing.

'I beg to be allowed... allowed to share... your office, as your underling Ms Clark.' Sybil's mature cunt was wet with arousal now; she would have him where she wanted him, permanently and officially, and how she'd make him pay for his prior indiscretions.

'Well, that sounds like a very reasonable offer. Now you'll kiss my feet and beg for the cane you so thoroughly deserve.' Harriet smiled smugly as she witnessed Sybil now openly confirm what she'd suspected, Madam Sybil Clark was sexually dominant and would now thoroughly enjoy her work without inhibition within what was now her office; Gifford was crushed by the feminine superiority he had secretly desired, and would pay dearly for his weakness, but he would know his own perverse pleasure in his downfall. His cock close to spurting as he humbled himself at the feet of a woman he had fantasised over.

'I beg you Ms Clark... I beg you.. Beg you to cane me.' Sybil closed her eyes and grinned with content as she savoured his words, then pointed to the desk.

'Clothes off, and over that desk which is now mine. You'll face the books which have brought you down while you're thrashed, you'll read them to me later.' Harriet and Sybil increased his humiliation by laughing at his portly body as he undressed, his cock poking rudely erect from below his belly. He felt totally defeated as his flesh stuck to the shiny flat surface of the desk, his cock throbbing as it slipped tantalisingly on the polished wood, his eyes flicking from the books which had incriminated him, to the younger woman he had treated with such contempt who now had him under her complete control.

Harriet's cunt tingled hot with arousal as she began to indulge her vengeful spite with the cane, Sybil nodding with a trite smile as she acknowledged the younger woman's right to serve the pompous male with his first taste of the cane. Her leather skirt creaked deliciously as she posed before his naked flesh in a display of regal dominance.

'It's been such a pleasure breaking you officially, now you'll feel my own personal pleasure before I see you caned by the woman who now owns you.' She licked her lips and sighed as she lifted the cane, her sexual pleasure at dominating a male so thoroughly deserving of it was overwhelming. Down came the cane, its delightfully judicious sound heralding the pleasing crack of rattan against soft flesh, Sybil now rubbing her cunt as Gifford's body tensed, the out of condition contours of his unfit body wobbling independently as he let out a restrained whimper while the first red stripe blossomed across his cheeks. Harriet held the cane high, savouring every moment of his pain as the sting warped through his body, making him buck at the desk and allowing him to savour it in full before the next. Down it came again, hard and true against his flesh, embedding itself in the soft cheeks with a resounding crack before leaving the flesh to recoil to the sound of Gifford's quailing cry.

He was now ready to believe that all women were truly superior as the once meek young woman he'd belittled so often, thrashed him like a an insignificant schoolboy caught misbehaving in class, the pleasure she showed in punishing his flesh increasing the lush humiliation he felt; his eyes watering tears and his cock boning as it slipped against the desk in the pre-cum that each painful stroke brought from it. Sybil watched eagerly as Harriet awarded him twelve cuts of the cane, leaving him writhing and humping at the desk as his pain and humiliation edged toward a submissive pleasure he'd certainly not foreseen on arriving for duty that morning. Sybil sneered at Gifford on the cane being passed to her, and took a deep breath as she too was immersed in the satisfying situation of openly expressing her power over this pompous male, one whom she had fantasised over dominating as she peaked in orgasm when pleasured by her husband. Now the dominatrix was well and truly released from the closet, and she would indulge the pleasure of her feminine authority to utter satisfaction. 

Harriet moved the chair into the full view of Gifford, sitting and crossing her legs so that he could not escape the satisfied smile of a woman who had just caned him, and allowing him a good view of her legs to further tease his senses. 

'I am so going to enjoy this, it's been a long time coming, but I've a feeling it'll have been worth the wait.' She watched as Sybil stood haughty and proud with the cane, her previously mundane life enhanced considerably within a few minutes, thrilled and full of sexual exhilaration.

'Oh yes Gifford, we'll not disappoint young Ms Harper after all the trouble you've put her to. I'm going to give you a sound thrashing, and we both know how you'll show your appreciation of it. I shan't stop till you've confirmed your pleasure at taking the new position under me - however long it takes.' Her smile was radiant as she placed one hand on hip in matriarchal fashion, and whipped the cane down, Gifford's cock pulsing rock hard below his belly, as the impact and unforgiving sting had him thrust his portly body forward. He knew exactly what was required of him, and Harriet's cruel smile as she enjoyed his pain would bring on his humiliating surrender so much quicker. 

Sybil's delivery of the cane was applied with the earnest spite that its recipient had so richly deserved, and Gifford was quickly reduced to tears as the welts rose and glowed red across the tortured flesh of his cheeks. He could not escape the cane, nor the delight that Harriet showed in her cruel smile as he was humiliatingly broken, due to the hold that the women had over him in respect of the books now displayed to taunt him. As Sybil's arm rose and fell relentlessly, he focused through bleary eyes on those books as the stinging cane had him lapse into a lush submission with the thought of being owned so completely by the woman caning him. Sybil watched him buck at the desk as his balls tingled with masochistic defeat, her cunt buzzing with sadistic pleasure, increasing the strokes. Harriet clapped her hands with joy as she watched the grimace on the balding male's face change to a look of bewildered pleasure.

'You have him Sybil! He's totally defeated, worthless, and ready to kiss your feet again in utter obedience!' Her words took him over the edge, and he turned his head to see the woman who had triumphed over him, Sybil's eyes meeting his as she thrashed the seed from him.

'Yes!! you'll confirm your life of service to me now!' Her elation peaked as the stroke of the cane saw him tense and grown, jerking in pure ecstasy as his cock pulsed wads of hot semen to the polished surface of the desk which he'd been so pompous behind. His jets continued with a dark yet fulfilling pleasure as Harriet laughed and applauded his defeat. Sybil rested the cane on his tortured flesh as he panted and squirmed in his own mess, humiliated but reborn to a life he had fantasised about, and now thrust on him whether he liked it or not.

Harriet stood and smiled at Sybil as she sneered down at her prize with contentment.

'You are most welcome to bring him to my house if you wish to spend some time training him, I've a lot of 'facilities' that you'll find most useful. I must go and see to our customers on this last day here, there's some I'm particularly interested in seeing before I go. Don't forget to lock the office door after I go, I'm sure he might need some gentle encouragement with sending his official mail about the change.' Gifford knew he had no option, and as he slipped from the desk to kiss Sybil's feet in thanks without prompting, it was obvious he would not have it any other way.