Klara’s Kingdom by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Klara’s Kingdom – When Billy’s parents die in a terrible car crash, Young Billy is left all alone in the world. It seems that the only one who cares about him is his aunt Klara, a woman who never got on with his mother. Klara was the black sheep of the family, an outcast who has now arrived to claim her rights.

With a deeply Catholic upbringing by a strict father and mother, Billy has inherited the house and money that Klara felt was hers when Billys’ mother, her younger sister, inherited everything. This is the tale of how she retrieves that fortune, gains revenge on her sister and satisfies her lusts by breaking Billy down piece by piece.

Aunty Klara sorts out a housekeeper for Billy. Middle aged Pauline, a best friend and occasional lover who is up to the challenge of recreating Billy in the image that Klara demands. Pauline inserts herself into Billy’s life and the work commences as he falls victim to a dating site and struggles to assert himself against the evil older women that are seeking his demise. Every weakness is exploited, every humiliation designed to place him ever more in their control.

This is the tale of a young naive man who is endlessly controlled as his aunt’s revenge takes shape. Isolated and helpless due to his shyness, he succumbs to each new level of humiliation on a path to utter servitude. Each new phase of Billy’s transformation and surrender against his better judgement is catalogued in detail as the women manipulate him, forcing him to give in to their games.

This long novel starts slowly to allow the reader to see every small step taken, each step and misstep, each conversation and plan as it unfolds. Showing the characters and their fears and hopes with gradual horrifying pathos as Billy tries to escape and change what is happening to him. But, he is no match for his aunt whose purpose is like steel! She knows what she wants and has the means to make her dream come true. Without a doubt, Klara is a compellingly malicious character who takes advantage of Billy’s naivete, her friend’s natural eagerness to dominate her nephew and satisfy her deepest and darkest desires.

Setting: UK

F/m, Trans/m, Humiliation, Chastity, Feminisation, Domestic BDSM, Chastity.

Strength 6/10 – 75,000 Words

Written 2018 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Klara’s Kingdom

Part One – Baptism In the Beginning…

It began with an ending, as so many things in life do. The cluster of umbrellas lowered as the drizzle faded. The mourners stood for a moment on the canvas that surrounded the deep hole where the two coffins lay with their handfuls of earth melting onto the light oak. Next to the nonplussed son stood the sister of his mother in black. Dry eyed she looked into the wide opening with an expression closer to curiosity than misery.

None of the mourners seemed to wish to be the first to move away as they stared down at the mortal remains of Mary and John Willis. It was the priest that finally stepped back, allowing them to break the stasis. Billy was the last to leave the gaping hole and he looked at the sodden group that were making their way to the cars that could be seen through the trees. His aunt lifted her veil and smiled at him and Billy tried to smile in return. She linked arms with him, and they made their way silently back over the sodden graveyard lawns towards the waiting cars.

He recalled the cheery goodbye from his mother, the muted clunk of the car door being slammed closed and the sound of the engine as Billy had glanced out of his bedroom window and seen the car pulling from the driveway. That had been the last time, such a banal last departure as they headed for a church meeting while Billy sat hunched over his laptop, a box of tissues at his right hand. As a boy, forced to attend, those days had long gone. An hour later, in the large kitchen of the Rectory the sound of a car arriving could be heard and a tentative knock on the door before the doorbell was found.

Half a minute the doorbell had rung. Billy had tried to ignore it, but eventually, he had heaved himself from the table and headed through to answer the door. Standing there had been the two young police constables with their caps in their hands. Five minutes later he knew about the accident and was numbly pulling on a jacket and heading for the hospital.

‘A truck,’ the policeman had said. ‘Ran the red light… Hit broadside, over in an instant!’, as if the suddenness of the accident would be some sort of particular comfort. The look on the young constable’s face had been less sympathy than the personal stress of having to pass on bad news.

A missed red light, a momentary loss of concentration, and suddenly Billy’s world was turned upside down. His parents were gone, just like that! Now he looked at the backs of the mourners making their way back to their lives and shuddered. He cast a last look back at the yawning grave and raised his umbrella as the drizzle started again. There was still a reception to get through. The sincere and insincere mutterings of relatives and friends, the final handshakes and kisses and then he would be all on his own.

Despite the arm of his aunt through his, he was now truly alone. Billy reached the long limo that had brought him to the cemetery and slipped in next to his Aunty Klara. She placed a hand on his knee in a consoling gesture and he tried a wan smile as the limo pulled away.

‘A terrible, terrible accident,’ she said. Billy just nodded. Words that he had heard so many times in the last week. They would not bring his parents back, all they did was to deepen the sense of loss. It seemed that Aunty Klara had decided to chat all of the way to the hotel where the reception was arranged, and Billy gritted his teeth at the intrusion into his misery. ‘You will be all alone in that huge house,’ she said. ‘Are you sure that you can manage?’

‘I’ll be fine.’

Billy’s voice almost cracked, and he stared from the window at the passing houses and wished that he had stuck to his plan of driving to-and-from the ceremony in his own little car. It had been Aunty Klara that had talked him into riding in the limo instead of his own small car and he felt a sense of resentment for her intrusion. ‘I’m sure you will, boy,’ she said. Another thing that annoyed him. The woman never called him by his name, always ‘boy’ and it rankled enough for him to make a comment.

‘I am not a boy,’ he said sullenly.

‘You are just turned eighteen,’ said Aunty Klara. ‘You will understand when you get to my age!’ Billy sighed and put his hand on hers. A gesture of reconciliation, he had never really managed to get along with his mother’s sister. In fact, his mother had never liked the woman either! Under his fingers he could feel the rings that covered her fingers. Billy shrugged, soon she would be out of his life with just the occasional appearance at family gatherings to break the silence. He smiled as she managed to look down at him even though her eyes were no higher than his.

What had it been that his mother had said about her sister in an unguarded moment? ‘Your aunt and I have never got along, she was such a tyrant when we were young. I do not approve at all of the dissolute life that she leads. She is never in church, never where she should be, and she just cannot accept that our parents gave me the old Rectory. Really, it gives me only a feeling of relief not to be close… Seeing her once a year at Christmas is quite enough for me!’

Billy reflected on his mother’s words. It occurred to him that the thing that had most upset his mother was that the woman did not follow the strict Catholic lifestyle that she personally found such a consolation. He looked at Klara with fresh eyes. Heavy set, quite unlike her sister. A face covered in make-up, another thing that his mother had complained loudly about. A tight black dress that really showed how plump she was and the stockings and high-heels that his father had dismissed as making a silk purse of a sow’s ear. ‘Mary and I never got along,’ said his aunt. She reflected his thoughts, as she turned her hand over and squeezed his, ‘Complaining that I was never in church, that having a few boyfriends was a sin and when I did not get married, that was the final straw!’ She summed up what Billy’s mother had said in just a few words.

The limousine cut through the rain as Billy was absorbed in his thoughts. Aunt Klara started to chuckle and squeezed his hand and continued. ‘Mary was Mary. Catholic, so sure of herself, but actually quite contrary in a stiff sort of way,’ she laughed. ‘My sister was everything that our parents wanted, and I was the sinful black sheep. No matter how we argued, she was my sister and I loved her…’

‘I know,’ said Billy.

‘You don’t know the half of it!’

Billy shrugged and then said, ‘Mother never said much about you really…’

Aunt Klara laughed. ‘Well of course she wouldn’t, boy. She had no time for me and I suppose that I had none for her! She was the favourite, the perfect little Catholic, and I had to make my own way… never judge a book by its cover!’ Billy shrugged and watched the world go by through the windows of the funeral limousine. He had never really figured out why his mother loathed her sister, she had never fully revealed to her son why she always referred to her sister as a sinner. Just that she was somehow unworthy, that her life was immoral.

The limousine slit into the hotel car park and the two chief mourners slipped out into the drizzle and hurried for the door. Others were there waiting, hands to be shaken and commiserations to be exchanged. Billy found himself the centre of attention and tearful mourners and only wished that he could escape. It was Aunt Klara that rescued him and dragged him to the patio where she could smoke.

‘Another thing that proved that I was an immoral slut,’ she said with a grin as she lit a long cigarillo and blew a cloud of blue smoke into the air from her cherry-red lips. ‘Apparently it is all in Leviticus or Genesis or something!’ Her lips curved to a broad ironic smile. ‘Thou shalt not smoke!’

‘I don’t remember that one,’ said Billy with an emerging grin. ‘Was it after thou shalt not have fun?’ He started to feel closer as Aunt Klara laughed at the weak joke and drew on the cigarillo.

‘No that comes before! After that is thou shalt not fuck!’

Billy could not help laughing at hearing the obscenity. It seemed that there was a great deal about Aunt Klara that was actually quite likeable and irreverent. She smoked and looked over the lawns as they hid under the sunshades that had been lifted to shelter smokers and puffed on the cigarillo while they enjoyed the quiet. Eventually, she flicked the butt over the lawn with a flick of manicured nails and turned to Billy.

‘I suppose that there’s just the reading left to do now?’

‘The will?’

‘Mmm. I remember the last time.’

‘When Mamma got the Rectory?’ he asked.

The smile dropped from Klara’s face and then re-emerged, and he realised that he had offended her, or perhaps just recalled a painful memory. ‘I was the older one,’ said Billy’s aunt as if that explained what she obviously felt was a great injustice. ‘It should have been mine!’

Excerpt from Klara’s Kingdom