Domme and Jerry

By O B D Ently

A young man arrives at Leopold House with a letter from his wife. The formidable lady of the house imposes a schedule of work, study and strict discipline, overseen by her maid. With the help of the other three 'boys' who are under the same regime Jerry learns the rules and how to live within them. His libido is not so easily tamed, however. Jerry finds himself in thrall to two women, but even starting a conversation with them is a punishable offence at Leopold House. Despite the stripes and bruises on his backside Jerry has regrets about leaving. But when he gets home he finds a new normal awaiting him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: O B D Ently
• Release date: Apr 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005584924

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Domme and Jerry

O B D Ently

An erotic novella for people

who are intrigued by

domination and discipline

The author has written a 60,000-word novel

in similar vein: Roger the Willing Slave.

Copyright 2021 by O B D Ently

Published at Smashwords

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Contents

Chapter 1    New Boy

Chapter 2    The Learner

Chapter 3    Service is a Privilege

Chapter 4    Guests

Chapter 5    Another Day …

Chapter 6    Moisturiser

Chapter 7    Jerry on Trial

Chapter 8    Whipetition

Chapter 9    Blue-Ringer

Chapter 10    Going Home

Chapter 11    Home-Schooling

From the Author

1.  New Boy at Leopold House

Cap pulled down and shoulders hunched, the man walked quickly beside a dense hedge. He was of average height but the hedge was taller. He slowed as he approached a wrought iron gate, glanced about him, then quickened his pace and walked on. Twenty paces on he turned and walked back. Only on his third pass did he stop and press the button on the box beside the gate.

Yes?

My name’s Jerry Porter. I’m expected.

There was a click and the gate swung open. A path led to a large red-brick house, built for some prosperous owner a century before, set among trees, lawns and flower beds. To one side he saw a man kneeling beside one of the beds.

The door opened as soon as he touched the bell-push. A young woman in the traditional black-and-white uniform of a maid said, Name?

Jerry Porter. I just…

Follow me.

He was led to a an office, large enough to suggest an occupant of some status, dominated by a heavy mahogany desk. There was a chair apparently meant for visitors, and Jerry made to sit in it.

I didn’t tell you to sit. Wait. Madame Lefouet will see you shortly.

The maid left. Jerry remained standing and looked around. There were wooden filing cabinets, cupboards, well-stocked bookshelves, paintings of classical scenes on the walls. A window looked out onto the well-kept garden. He heard the door open behind him, and turned.

You’re late, Jerry. I hope this is not a habit of yours.

The words came from an unusually tall woman, taller than Jerry, erect and of a solid build. It was hard to judge her age, but her hair was probably grey beneath the auburn dye. Maybe no younger than his mum, Jerry judged.

I’m sorry, Mrs… Madame Lefouet. My bus was running late…

There are a few things you must know while you’re at Leopold House, said the woman as she sat behind the desk. First, you will address me as ‘Domme’ unless instructed otherwise. Second, I’m not interested in excuses. Third, there is no tolerance for any kind of disobedience, disrespect or laziness. Understood?

Yes, Domme.

But the most important thing is this. On these premises all men are equal, and equally subordinate to all women. Any woman you encounter has the right to give you orders and discipline you if you fail to follow them to her satisfaction. Now… she took a paper from her desk drawer You may sit down to read and sign this.

Jerry sat and started to read.

And I think you have a letter for me from your owner..?

His owner? Did she mean his wife?

Christine had indeed given him a letter in a sealed envelope as he was leaving the house. For the lady in charge, she had said before kissing him and adding, "I’m so glad you’ve agreed to this, Jerry. It won’t be easy for you but it could save our marriage. You will do whatever they say, won’t you?" And Jerry had agreed, not really knowing what he was agreeing to. Now, as he read the single page before him, it became clear that he was signing away his rights – all of them – for the duration of his stay.

The woman he must now call Domme re-folded the letter, pressed a button on her desk and said, Have you signed? Good. According to what I’ve just read, what we do here is exactly what you need. Barking will take you to your quarters.

The maid appeared almost immediately and bobbed a curtsey as she entered.

You rang, Ma’am? She pronounced it to rhyme with ‘ham’.

Induct the boy, Barking.

Ma’am. Another curtsey. Follow me, boy.

Jerry stood, wondered if he was supposed to bow or something, but Barking was disappearing through the doorway and he decided not to risk falling behind. He glanced at Domme, but she had already turned away.

Out in the corridor Barking said, Did you bring anything with you?

We were told not to.

Some of our boys have a problem with simple instructions. I’m glad you’re not one of them.

They climbed a flight of stairs, Jerry following. Barking’s uniform was short and cinched tight at the waist, showing her figure to advantage. Climbing the stairs caused her hips to sway in a most appealing way, so Jerry did not notice a young man polishing the bannisters until they were almost level with him. He was barefoot, and wore a crudely cut grey tunic and a coloured headband, such as tennis players wear.

Barking addressed him: Get a move on, boy. You’re due in the kitchen at 10, aren’t you?

Yes, Miss Barking. Sorry, Miss Barking. The man applied his polishing cloth more vigorously and