Another YCH featuring The Baroness! This time I wanted to do a collective scene and fit in as many bodies as possible into one where The Baroness looks entirely in control and dominant. I felt like I had focused on her cruel side so much in the past so I wanted to show that her slaves love her and she enjoys their company as well.
Featuring: Vetta, Zagnutjones, Dryarae, Maxyo, dypnsfw, Avelandea and Zael
Thanks to all of you for including your lovely OCs in this YCH!
The Baroness lay upon and among a bed of naked bodies, all engaged in various acts of debauchery with one another and with her. It was one of her favorite events to host, a day where every single one of her slaves were brought together at once to pleasure and be pleasured by their mistress.
Some were there willingly, some were not. Yet all were equal in position in this place regardless of what had brought them to The Baroness. There were no factions, no worldly obligations, no wealth or position when you found yourself at the feet of the mistress. There was only service.
Her goal was not simply to pleasure herself, it was more than that. Each one had been trained to serve her by her own hand over many months one on one. She had established a connection with each and every slave in her service regardless of what had led them to her. All had known the depths of her cruelty and sadism by her hand, yet they had all known her gentleness and love in equal amounts.
Of course, Penelope enjoyed inflicting pain, humiliation and degradation on her pets. Yet as she would write in her memoirs:
”A dog that knows only scolding and the strike of it’s owner will eventually bite and turn upon them. To truly dominate something you need to dominate it both physically and emotionally. If they love you unquestioningly, they will be like putty in your hands to mold into whatever you desire them to be. They must fear, love and respect you all at once – if you can manage that, they’ll be yours forever.”
She need not lift a finger in the presence of her loyal servants. They would feed her berries and grapes, lift her wine glass to her lips for her and refill it whenever needed. Those who could not get right up beside their mistress were satisfied just to reach out and touch her body, caressing an arm, leg or whatever area of their beautiful mistress they could until it was their turn.
The Baroness may not be a queen, but her dominant hold over those in her service and the reverence with which they treated her. She sure as hell felt like one.