The following morning at 10am John stood at platform three as Mr Pertwee approached with two tickets in his chubby hand.
“I rather assumed you would be here, lad. Now let’s get going, the train leaves in a few minutes.”
During the next six hours the train wound its way to the town of Truro spitting out steam on its way. John watched the urban London landscape disappear to be replaced by mile after mile of rolling countryside. His companion stuffed himself with an assortment of pies and breads and ale but offered John nothing and by the time they reached Truro he was both tired and famished. A horse and cart awaited them at the station and it was a thirty minute journey along bumpy, dusty tracks till they arrived at the sprawling Tremayne Mansion deep in the Somerset countryside.
Pertwee accompanied him into the Lady Dowager’s library where The Lady Dowager sat in her armchair with Crystal standing by her side. The Lady Dowager perfunctorily thanked Pertwee then with the wave of a hand dismissed him.
“So John, you find yourself in somewhat difficult circumstances with little or no chance of employment in service in London nor any other employment opportunities. I have an offer for you, John, but you must understand it will not be the same position you held for Mistress Cynthia, though over time if you perform satisfactorily you may rise to a higher position than the one I am about to offer you.
But be clear, this is a one time offer, John and requires immediate acceptance or you can make your own way back to London.
You will be footman here, carrying out all instructions, and I repeat all instructions, given to you by myself or Crystal. Failure to obey any instruction or comply with any expectation will result in immediate dismissal. In return you will have a room, a uniform, food and laundry provided and one Sunday afternoon each month free. ”
John felt his shoulders sagging, he had expected much more than this, to be demoted to the lowest position of footman was desperately humiliating but what choice did he have other than being stranded here in rural Somerset with no friends and no money.
“Crystal, hand John his contract and a pen. John you need to sign it now.”
John took the paper and pen and signed before handing it back to Crystal.
“Excellent. John you will at all times address myself as M’lady and address Crystal as Mistress Crystal.”
At this Crystal allowed herself a smile.
“Now Crystal, it looks as though the last few weeks have not been kind to him, he has lost weight and is in need of a good clean. I am entrusting his training to you for the next two weeks after which I expect you to present him to me, fit and well groomed and ready for his duties.”
“Yes M’lady. Follow me John”
John followed Crystal down to the kitchen. Crystal had already been instructed by The Lady Dowager that she was to use these two weeks to ‘break’ John, to train him to be a totally submissive slut who they could then use however they wished for pleasure, amusement and of course household duties. Crystal had felt a surge of excitement when The Lady Dowager had instructed her. To be trusted with this responsibility, to eliminate any self respect John had and to train him to be a totally submissive slut would be a challenge she welcomed and no better time to begin than straight away.
“I expect you are hungry, slut. ”
Crystal scooped out a steaming bowl of stew from a pot on the stove left by the cook and told John to sit. She placed a hunk of bread next to it and just as John was about to pick up a spoon and eat said:
“Not yet, slut! We really need some sour cream to put on top….but I don’t know where cook, keeps it. What to do? I know why don’t you produce some of your creamy white, slut cum that you filled Daisy with, yes that will do nicely. ”
Humiliated but starving, John freed his member and started to wank over the bowl of stew while Crystal told him to hurry or his stew would go cold. He felt completely humiliated as Crystal looked on disparagingly as he made himself hard. He finally came, much to Crystal’s amusement who insisted he stirred it into his bowl before being allowed to eat. Disgusted as he was at the thought of eating his own cum his hunger took over and he wolfed down the stew and the accompanying bread. While he did this Crystal thought how much fun she would have over the next two weeks forcing him to endure one after another humiliating tasks till his spirit was broken and he craved any opportunity no matter how perverse to please herself and The Lady Dowager.