Ascendancy by Miss Irene Clearmont

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Ascendancy – Sandra and William have just newly divorced. A somewhat lacklustre marriage led to a somewhat emotionless divorce and they have parted ways without any great acrimony… but Sandra is not happy with the result even though it was her affairs that triggered the break. In a discussion with a friend, Sandra takes on the idea of getting revenge on William for daring to part from her and hatches a malicious plan that will put a cuckoo in his bachelor nest. A woman who will wreck him from the inside.

The outcome is Helga… a German au-pair, a maid without comparison. A ruthless gold-digger that will soon be running his life as the servant becomes the mistress and the master the helpless servant. This is the story of a man whose world is turned upside down, who is played with by a woman that wishes to control every facet of his life. A slow process of transformation that will leave him at her mercy.

We follow through a single year of William’s trials and tribulations at the hands of his maid Helga. A year that will see him reduced to a position less than she ever had, a year that will see him at her feet as her gradual metamorphosis takes place. What starts as a casual affair becomes a transformative journey that can never be undone.

A slow burner, but all the more delicious because of it, this novel charts the slow and inevitable fall of a man who enters chastity before he even realises it. Cuckolded on his wedding night, passed to Helga’s friends for their amusement, William is a man that will be broken to Helga’s leash. A man that becomes his maid’s servant as she turns him in the direction that she wants. To become a maid, a live-in drudge, a servant to her needs and lusts until at last she has achieved ascendancy.

F/m, FM/fm, Maid Service, Humiliation, Chastity, Corporal.

Strength 4/10 – 65,000 Words

Written 2016 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Ascendancy

Chapter 1 – January

Ascendancy

William’s hands slid up her thigh to find the lacy tops of her stockings. For a moment his fingers brushed over the coarse fabric on each thigh, lingering and enjoying the closeness to her sex. Then, cupping the smooth skin of her taut ass, he slid Alison towards him across her mahogany desk. The movement opened her trembling legs and the hem of her short skirt rode up to reveal her neatly trimmed sex.

His fingertips slipped up the smooth skin of her thighs from the rough lace of her stocking tops stopping just short of her pussy. This was the object of his desire and the craving to fuck her consumed him to the exclusion of all else, while her thoughts were of nothing but the need to be fucked by him. Neither of them was in any way willing to let the other know the extent of their need.

Pausing a few moments, godlike, to savour the look of pleading she directed up at him. Prick pausing a moment at her all too welcoming gates before his hands pulled her onto his straining shaft to effect an entrance. His hips thrust as Alison slid onto him and made the entry a sudden penetration that caught his lover by surprise; fetching a gasp from her as she was skewered, legs spread wide as he thrust into her with an insistent rhythm.

A pen rolled off the desk to land with a clatter and he slid her off the smooth wood to cling to his waist with her thighs. Clinging to his neck, lost to all but the sensation of being penetrated, she moaned and then suppressed the gasp as he pushed deep with his final thrust. With One hand holding her impaled, his lips found hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth to form a second penetration even as a finger of his free hand worked its way into the cleft of her ass to threaten a third.

It was that menacing single digit that pushed Alison over the edge. Unable to stifle the full effect he was having upon her any longer, she let out a scream and one of her stilettos tumbled to the floor with a soft thump as her legs quivered with an orgasm.

With a surge of elation that added triumph to his euphoria, he felt her pussy clench around his prick as she quivered with extreme lust and need. Slowing the pace a little to enjoy the tightness of her grip, prick parting her cleft at each stroke, William grasped Alison’s ankles and pulled her legs wide to allow him to pierce her to the core, enjoying that moment when their eyes met and she could no longer hide the fact she had given everything to him, willingly.

It was obvious to both now that only one of them had full control.

And it was not her. Made supine by the strength of her completion, she could do nothing as he took her beyond the point of orgasm until he reached a completion of his own.

When he finally came, it was with one last convulsive thrust that pushed her back across the desk and he felt her muscles clench his prick and then relax before they enclosed themselves in each other’s arms to better savour that short moment of bliss when passion overwhelms pure pleasure.

‘God, that was so fucking good,’ she gasped as his lips retreated from hers. His reply was to kiss her neck and run the tip of his tongue over her until it rested on an exposed nipple. For a second his teeth and lips played with the sensitive flesh sending a quiver of pleasure that almost made her shudder.

‘I love your breasts,’ he murmured as his lips closed over the engorged nipple. ‘They just love the attention,’ she replied. ‘So they love you too…’

The Bank Vice-President of Underwriting and the Head-of-Real-Estate-Financing separated slowly. Indifferent to any show of modesty at this stage, she perched on the desk with her inflamed sex still gaping and one breast displayed where her blouse was open, smiling as he stood dishevelled and masterful above her to return her smile before surveying her with approval.

Finally, fastening his pants, he watched as she pulled the hem of her skirt down with a small tug. Shaking her hair into place, Alison slid off the top of the desk to stand close to him.

‘There is something special about being fucked here,’ she said as she buttoned her blouse. ‘The whole of London can look into your office.’

Her smile was lewd, despite the sexual pummelling she had received from him not moments before.

‘I love the exposure,’ she told him, tongue protruding to wet her upper lip, ‘the risk is such a turn on.’

William nodded. ‘I love the need that you have for my cock,’ he said. His thoughts, though, were less on her desires than on the power that he had felt surge through him as Alison had surrendered to his will.

‘Then we will have to have more meetings like this in the future,’ he told her as he reached a hand and pulled her blouse to cover her breast. As Alison made herself presentable, she allowed William little glimpses of her that suggested to him there would be further indiscretions and that this would not be the last time she gave herself to him.

William gazed out of the window over the impressive London skyline. His office overlooked Horse Guards from the other side of the Thames and, at this distance and so many stories up there was – despite Alison’s voyeuristic wishful thinking – really no risk of being overlooked. As he stood to better take in the view, he felt her hands clasp his waist from behind.

‘How is the divorce going?’ she asked as her fingers fastened his belt.

‘Hmm. As well as can be expected I suppose. She wants too much. I want to give too little. We hate each other. The lawyers are making money.’

‘How can you take it so lightly? After all you were married for five years and that must mean something?’

‘Now you are being provocative,’ he laughed. ‘You know perfectly well that it was her finding out about our affair that triggered off the divorce.’

‘The word ‘affair’ sounds so lacklustre for something so gratifying, William,’ she said as her hand fleetingly brushed the front of his pants. William turned to face her and bent to brush his lips against hers. For an instant it seemed as though the passion would rekindle, but the fleeting moment passed as his thoughts returned to the subject of his wife.

‘The main thing that I miss now is my wife’s ability to organise me,’ he murmured as the couple finally separated. ‘In fact that is the only thing that I actually miss. The sex was sparse and so fucking routine.’

‘You mean that she did all the housework and private finances?’ she asked as she shook her head with mock disgust. ‘What a chauvinistic relic you are!’

Excerpt from: Ascendancy