THE LADY OF THE MANOR: PART ONE

Resplendent in a satin blouse, tight black leather jodhpurs, towering heels, and a sumptuous fur coat, the Lady of the Manor stood silently seething at the sight before her. A young man had scaled the wall into her grounds—an audacious trespass on her land. Phoenix Manor was hers alone, and she ruled it with her small band of unobtrusive staff. Intruders, rare as they were, were her responsibility to deal with personally—likely the reason her grounds were so seldom tested. Her reputation for dealing with unwelcome visitors was not a forgiving one.

Alerted by the CCTV alarms, she strode down the garden path in her riding boots, riding crop in hand, each step deliberate and unhurried. The intruder now crouched among the hedges, sheepish and wide-eyed, looking thoroughly dazed—whether from his clumsy descent into forbidden territory or from the commanding figure advancing toward him was difficult to say.

“And what, exactly, do you think you’re doing trespassing on my land?”

Her voice was cool, controlled, and brimming with authority. The young man visibly shuddered.

“I-I-I’m n-new to the area and g-g-got lost,” he stammered, shrinking further into the foliage.

“New here?” she scoffed. “That’s amusing—you sound like every local peasant in the town.” She lingered on the word peasant, letting it drip with disdain as her gaze swept over him, slow and appraising. “Still,” she added after a pause, “despite that very common accent, you’re rather easy on the eyes.”

Her expression softened—only slightly. Perhaps, just perhaps, he might escape one of her more infamous punishments.

“Nevertheless,” she continued, “entering my land without permission cannot simply be overlooked. I could report you to the police. You’d leave here with a criminal record—something that would follow you for the rest of your life.” She let the threat hang in the air before offering a languid smile. “Or… you may submit to my own personal retribution. After twenty-four hours, you’ll be free to leave, and we will both pretend this never happened.”

She closed the remaining distance between them, lifted her riding crop, and used its leather tip to raise his chin. Her voice dropped to a quiet, menacing murmur.

“Choose the latter, and tomorrow this will be nothing more than a memory. So—what do you think?”

Cornered and breathless, the young man swallowed hard. “I’ll choose your punishment.”

Her eyes flashed. “Say that again,” she commanded, “but properly this time.”

She leaned closer.

“‘I’ll choose your punishment, please, Mistress.’”

“An excellent choice,” the Lady of the Manor purred.

From within her fur stole she produced a pair of gleaming handcuffs, snapping them decisively around his wrists. The metal bit cold against his skin. He did not resist—after all, legends had a way of exaggerating, didn’t they? Surely Lady Phoenix’s punishments couldn’t be as cruel as rumour claimed.

That illusion didn’t last long.

She seized him and dragged him across the lawns  toward the turreted bulk of the manor, showing neither mercy nor patience as his boots sank into the mud. His stumbling protests earned no acknowledgment; she simply pressed on, relentless and unyielding.

They stopped before a heavy wooden door set into the back  of the building.

“A shame you won’t be seeing the grand front entrance,” she remarked coolly. “Peasants are forbidden.”

From her coat pocket she withdrew a ring of keys and selected one—large, ornate, almost ceremonial. The lock yielded with a deep click. Once inside, the door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing  down the broad stone staircase that descended into the basement. She removed the cuffs and immediately issued her next command.

“Strip. Now.”

The walls seemed to close in on him as he obeyed, peeling off his filthy clothes with shaking hands. Beneath the grime was a fit, well-shaped body—one the Lady of the Manor assessed with a slow, approving glance.

“You’re still dirty,” she said at last. “Into the wet room.”

She opened a narrow door to the left and shoved him inside. Snatching a hose from the floor, she turned it on without warning. The icy water struck his skin in a forceful torrent, wrenching a sharp gasp from his throat. She swept the spray over him with ruthless precision, indifferent to his discomfort, until every trace of mud and sweat was washed away.

Only then did she turn the water off.

“Now,” Lady Phoenix chuckled softly, her smile unreadable, “you’re ready for your punishment.”

She fastened a thick collar around his neck, the metal cool against his skin, a chain lead attached and ending in a leather-wrapped handle. Sliding her manicured hand through it, she gave a firm tug. He stumbled into step at once, kept deliberately a few paces behind her, exactly where she wanted him as they descended into the cellar.

They moved through a long corridor lined with exquisite artwork. At first glance it appeared beautiful but unassuming—elegant frames, dramatic compositions—but a second look revealed something far more provocative. He barely had time to process it before she drew him onward, down a short flight of steps, her grip never loosening.

They entered a room unlike anything he had ever imagined.

“Welcome to the Inferno,” the Lady of the Manor said, her smile slow and merciless. “This is where you will endure—if not enjoy—your next twenty-four hours with me.”

His eyes roamed the space in stunned silence. The room was lavish, opulent, and unmistakably a dungeon, bathed in soft crimson light that made the walls seem as though they flickered with fiery heat. A decadently adorned bed dominated one side, impossibly inviting. Nearby stood a cage topped with a cushioned bench fitted with straps, and across the room loomed a massive frame with a winch and a suspended sling. In the corner, like a throne awaiting its queen, sat a sumptuous throne upholstered in leopard print.

The door closed behind them with a final, echoing thud.

Lady Phoenix gave the lead another sharp tug and drew him toward the imposing metal suspension frame. Metal bars lined its sides, waiting with quiet intent. She pressed him forward, chest to steel, and lifted his arms into the restraints with the composed ease of someone well versed and practised. As she secured him, she let her body linger close—satin and fur brushing his skin—an intentional reminder of who was in control.

She moved with slow deliberation, fastening additional restraints that left him helplessly spread and exposed. A tall mirror stood directly before him, forcing him to confront his own vulnerability. Before he could look for long, she silenced him, fitting a gag in place and stepping back.

Then she was gone.

The dungeon fell quiet, save for the distant hum of the room itself. Alone with his thoughts, doubt crept in. Had this truly been the better choice? The certainty he’d felt moments ago began to unravel.

Out of sight, Lady Phoenix shed her earlier finery and emerged transformed—sleek, gleaming, and unmistakably predatory in a shiny black latex catsuit. She selected a leather flogger from her implement collection with care, clearly savouring the anticipation.

Her reflection appeared behind him without warning.

The first strike came swiftly, the shock reverberating through him. He struggled against the restraints, his muffled reactions only encouraging her. Each measured blow was delivered with intent and precision, until his body trembled with a mix of fear and sensation. This, she seemed pleased to note, was only the beginning.

She leaned close, her voice low and deliberate. “A promising start,” she whispered. “But we’re far from finished.”

She released him from his restraints only to secure him again to a St Andrew’s Cross, binding him into a new front-facing position. Now he was really exposed, but funny how that thought seemed to turn him on even more, his hard cock now dripping with precum.

“With your back and buttocks all warmed up, I can focus on your front now, and what a magnificent front it is!” she said, delightedly tracing one of her signature red talons down the young man’s chest. She began caressing his nipples, which instantly hardened to her teasing touch. The feel of her fingertips on his hard little buds was excrutiating but exquisite, and quite overwhelming when she began licking them gently, causing his cock to twitch intermittently. The tongue continued its way from nipple to nipple, then down the centre of his chest to just above his pubis.

She stretched a rubber cock ring over his cock and balls. “This will help keep that cum inside your balls, exactly where it should stay,”

Lady Phoenix taunted him seductively. She moved in close to his face, pouted her shiny red lips and licked her index finger languidly before squatting down in front of his manhood. Grasping his balls in her left hand, she began to squeeze them gently while her wet finger followed a line down from the tip of his cock down to his ball sack. She teased him, drawing his cock towards her magnificent cleavage but not quite close enough so it was touching. The young man began to leak precum profusely.

“I will NOT have your peasant precum on my property! You must learn to keep it inside your balls!” she hissed angrily, producing what looked like a very small leather paddle. “This isn’t for your back or butt this time!”

The young man knew exactly what she meant and winced as Lady Phoenix aimed for his throbbing, dripping cock. What a stinging sensation it made! But it only seemed to delight her as she struck him with the paddle seemingly unceasingly, the gag still containing his yelps and exclamations of pain. Yet strangely the combination of watching Lady Phoenix’s perfect figure in her latex catsuit with the painful sensations between his legs only succeeded in arousing him more.

“If you persist in having an erection like this, I will persist in keeping you on the edge!” Lady Phoenix taunted him as she untied him from the cross and led him by the cock to  a red padded horizontal bench with black leather straps across it. Those straps were quickly buckled tightly across the young man’s naked body, his cock still throbbing as the Lady of the Manor tied some bands around it which were wired up to a handheld device

“Best you don’t watch what I’m up to,” she said while securing a latex hood over his face and zipping it down to the nape of the neck. “There’s only a tiny hole for you to breathe through, so I recommend you are economical with your air intake.” These sardonic words of advice only succeeded in putting a deep chill down his spine as he fought against the panic.

Lady Phoenix took control of the power box as the young man began to feel a tingling sensation in his cock that pulsed in a slow but repetitive rhythm. Distracted by this feeling, he began to let go of any resistance and started to slip into sub space. His Mistress smiled, recognising his state of mind, and turned up the voltage on her device.

The tingling turned into a powerful throb, and his cock twitched in time to the cruel electrical pulse, a little faster now as she increased the power until his body convulsed and her knowing skills held him  on the brink. He was right on the edge, and the constriction to his breathing only enhanced what he was experiencing. If he could speak, he would have begged to cum, but he needed his energy to concentrate on gulping in air. Such a heady, intense feeling seemed to last an eternity and just when he thought Lady Phoenix might tip him over the edge….it was over in a flash, as she clicked the power off.

And as the power died so did his erection his cock now wilted into a wet sorry state. Lady Phoenix pounced like a cat playing with a small mouse, quickly slipping a tight metal ring down it and squeezing it beyond his balls. Within seconds ,she scooped up his penis and squeezed it into a tight metal cage that she locked into the metal ring . It was already proving to be uncomfortably tight! “A cock cage should put pay to any ideas of self-satisfaction” she snarled.

I need my beauty sleep. Want to know where you’ll be for the night?” She unstrapped the young man and pushed him into a cage that was underneath the bench he’d been lying on. Locking a large padlock on the cage door, she peered through the bars at him as he pulled his knees into his chest in a forlorn manner. He took in the sight of her gorgeous body in the latex catsuit as he got ready for the night.

Her heels echoed as she crossed the room, the lights cutting out one by one until the Inferno was swallowed in darkness, leaving him alone in the pitch black, facing the consequences of his impetuous choice.