Come to Mother by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Come to Mother – A domestic feminised slave, a brothel gimp for a dominatrix, the training to become a filly for a spoiled brat of a girl. Samuel has been through a lot before he is finally transported to Mrs. William’s secluded mansion to be the eighteenth birthday present for her daughter. Worse is to come for Samuel, because being owned by Mrs. Williams and her daughter is going to be almost the severest trial of all for him.

We find ourselves at the birthday party for Tiffani that will end in Samuel’s presentation to her as a gift from her wicked mother, Mrs. Williams. The party is just the beginning of a new kind of mistress for Samuel. When the first gloss of ownership fades, he will be disposed of unless Tiffani decides that perhaps she may pass him on to a final and more terrifying fate than what has gone before! If that is even possible…

Meanwhile, old alliances are re-forged between the wicked Mrs. Westlake and Mrs. Williams and a final handover is on the cards. Soon Samuel will be in the hands of a woman who knows how to create the perfect pet, a woman who will be the final loving owner of a Kitty that is all that remains of the young man who started the tale.

Miss Harriman, who began as his first owner, now sees the conclusion of her deviant experiment as she looks in and enjoys the piquant ending of Samuel’s travels. The final descent is beginning, Samuel will hit the bottom and become nothing more than a helpless pet…

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This is the fourth and last in the ‘Samuel’ series of four novellas that will take him to dark places and terrible trials as he becomes a slave to women whose only interest is in making his life dedicated to their pleasure or earnings. Each book is around 20,000+ words and takes off from where the last finished. making a single narrative. The books are closely plotted to be a single narrative and are best read in sequence…

The ‘Samuel’ Series:

1. Plaything
2. Road Kill
3. Full Dressage
4. Come To Mother

Setting: USA

F/m, Trans/m, Pet Play, F/f, BDSM, Corporal, Modification, Mind Control.

Strength 10/10 – 26,000 Words

Written 2017 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Come to Mother

Episode One

Mrs Williams stalked the empty marquee, a look of dissatisfaction on her face. She bowed and looked along the rows of glasses and tutted before turning to her chief maid. ‘In just two hours the guests will start to arrive and I am not satisfied with the way this looks, not at all,’ she said in a low tone. ‘Get the maids in here, straighten this all out. Put the champagne buckets every four places and make sure that there is enough ice to keep them full…’

‘Ma’am,’ replied the maid. She stood straight, holding her hands behind her back and kept herself from showing any emotion. When her mistress spoke in that low cadence it meant that someone in the household was going to be held accountable for the mistake and she knew just who was going to be blamed.

‘I want the crate just there,’ continued Mrs Williams. ‘Cover it up with a cloth and make sure that the tools to open it are to hand. When the presentation is made, I don’t want any delay…’ The tables were set in a wide-open square around the central podium where Mrs Williams was pointing. The opening of Tiffani’s birthday gift from her mother would be the focus of the party after the cake was cut and everything had to be just so.

‘Ma’am,’ said the maid. ‘I shall fetch the maids…’ Mrs Williams nodded sourly and watched her chief-maid as she turned.

‘Make sure that two are assigned to help me dress,’ she said. I will arrive in ten minutes…’ The maid curtseyed, departed the marquee leaving Mrs Williams to inspect all of the other arrangements. She stooped and lifted the cloth of the closest table and noted the row of rings set on the underside. Many of the guests would be bringing their slaves and some would demand that there were proper arrangements to keep them in their place. She dropped the cloth and sauntered around, squinting at the glasses with an irritated sigh. It was the simplest thing, make sure everything was perfect, but it seemed that the finishing touches had been skimped. She would find the responsible maid and make sure that it didn’t happen ever again.

Bunting and balloons seemed in order, the kitchen area already occupied by her three cooks who were organising the grills. At least they were well organised! As the first maids entered the marquee behind her she watched while her chief maid organised them. The stupid bitch was far too slack! Where was the cane in her hand? Why was she not intimidating them to terrify them to order? Her Chief maid had no style at all, no enjoyment in keeping them cowed. It was almost as if they were real people who actually mattered!

Nothing could be done about that now, but after the party there would be some drastic changes! Order and obedience were sadly lacking, strict and regular punishment the only way to maintain correctly submissive behaviour. Her silly chief maid would be trying to convince her own owner that the slaves were human next!

Mrs Williams left the vast shade of the tent and walked towards the house. A vast mansion vaguely created in a ranch style that had been built by her first husband before his death. Gross and overpowering, a monument to the wealth that had been passed to him by his father. Stables and service buildings tucked into the rear presented an image that Mrs Williams did not think was appropriate for her status as the largest rancher in the area. Nowhere nearly large enough…

A harnessed pair of stallions were being attended to by the stable-mistress at the front of the ranch. One black, one white, they stood patiently as the final straps and bits were added as if in preparation for a show. They cut a fine figure, proud erections standing from their thighs, the silver and leather

of the harnesses making the oiled muscular bodies both masculine and breath-taking. When the guests arrived, it would be good for them to see the fine matched pair that had taken the bronze prize in Tucson for dressage. The pennant of their prize was pinned to the harnesses to make just that point. It was an announcement of her credentials and ambition to match Miss Isabella’s training establishment. Overreach it even…

Mrs Williams stopped to watch as reins were clipped between thighs and the shafts of the landau were settled into place. She smiled at the huge quivering rods of the two blinkered stallions and watched the stable-hands tease them a little before traces were passed through the rings to be attached to the reins. Before a show or a big event like this they were always denied relief for weeks to ensure the proper response.

Inside the house, there was a last flurry of preparation as maids and slaves polished the floors for the second time in the day. Everything was spotless and correct here and as it should be, and no wonder. Tiffani stood in the middle of the hallway, the cane in her hand pointing and threatening while the cowed slaves did her bidding. ‘Mamma,’ said Tiffani to Mrs Williams, ‘Do I really have to stand over these animals all morning like this? Where are the supervisors, because I have to start getting ready for my party…’

As she spoke, she lashed at a naked behind of a passing maid as if to emphasise her irritation. ‘I know, darling,’ said Mrs Williams. ‘As soon as the marquee is ready…’

Tiffani pulled a face and screamed at one of the slaves who was polishing the lowered chandelier for dropping a piece of crystal and slapped the cane on her own thigh. ‘But, I really have to get to my room to get dressed in my party frock,’ she said. ‘I have to get ready…’

Mrs Williams held out her hand and Tiffani passed her the cane. She looked around the hurrying maids and stopped one by holding out the bamboo rod like a barrier. ‘You! Yes you, slut. You are now in charge here. I want it all done in half an hour and a report on those that are not working hard enough to make Tiffani’s birthday a perfect day…’

The maid hesitantly took the cane from her owner’s hand and looked at it almost wonderingly. ‘Mamma, this one’s only had three weeks experience…’ said Mrs William’s daughter. Mrs Williams gave her head a small shake and moved her hand a little to take back the cane, but the young girl stepped back and took it in both her hands.

‘A full report, Ma’am,’ she said before turning to where one of the senior maids was carrying a tray of champagne flutes. She lashed out at the naked skin of the maid, who almost tripped. A single glass fell and splintered on the marble floor and the new chief-maid added another blow to the first. ‘Report for punishment in an hour,’ said the petite maid.

Mrs Williams chuckled and Tiffani joined her. ‘There have to be changes here,’ said Mrs Williams to her daughter. ‘Tomorrow we shall discuss the wretched state of my household… Heads will roll! I may well have chosen well.’

They watched the newly promoted maid stalk and swish the cane in her hand in a menacing manner and Tiffani gave a small laugh. ‘She’ll do, Mamma,’ she said quietly. Tiffani continued in a loud voice to ensure that all in the hallway heard her orders. ‘Twenty strokes of the cane and a week in the stables for the maid that is reported as least proficient. Report to me when I return…’

Excerpt from: Come to Mother