A Night in the Matriarch Service

You lower you head in shame. That is an accepted show of male submissiveness, but you also don't want to look at her face directly. You don't want her to recognise any familiarity in you, less so here. Luckily for you, lady Cassandra doesn't care that much for your face or your name. She takes a amused look at your dick and that's it.

Her hand surrounds that piece of man-meat with a harsh move. "Tell me Amelia: his cock is exposed but your cunt is well hidden. Were you too quick to re-dress yourself?... Or were you taking his cock in your mouth like some... Male?" She says the last word with utter disgust, almost like spiting.

"I was..." Amelia tries to say.

"Oh, don't bother with it." Says lady Cassandra. She somehow sounds kind of amused now. She is stroking you with that same amusement. "I know exactly where all those "liberal arts" aspirations of yours go in the end. Deviancy seeks deviancy. You may do what you want upon any man of the house, I always told you that, but never stop being a Barton, a woman. Never debase yourself to their level..." She keeps stroking you as she speaks, looking at your member as if that was the only relevant thing about you. You see a trace of wetness appear in her lips. "I think I will take this male with me for the night. That is not your actual punishment, just..." Her hand squishes you cock one last time with a little too much roughness as she releases you. "... An appetiser."

When you leave the room you see a brief glimpse at Amelia, she looks at you with pain and guilt and you catch a glimpse of her lips whispering something to you, but you don't know how to read lips, and she is too far now to be heard. The trip to the matriarch's chambers is quiet and somber. The house seems to grow darker and liveless as you get closer to her domain. Once you get there, lady Cassandra point's you to the adjacent room where you are supposed to receive instructions. It appears to be a small kitchen, made only to appease the matriarch's nocturnal apetite. You find another maid there: a boy who looks not that much older than you. He is finishing to prepare a tray with the lady's dinner and he looks at you with silent pity.

"Hi... I'm Mark." You say to him, trying to break the ice.

"I'm Pablo." He said. He doesn't look for too long in your direction, focused on the lady's food. The name is Hispanic, you think that his strange accent must be too. "You are the new one, aren't you? You must have fuck up really hard to end up here so soon." You lower your head in shame at that. "If you are lucky she won't even remember you tomorrow. She still thinks I'm Mexican. She keeps asking me to make tacos for her." He raises her eyes to you and gives you a look that makes you tremble. "Whatever she ask: do it. Specially is she ask for wine. If we are lucky she will get too drunk to use us."

"Pablo!" You heard lady Cassandra scream from the next room.

"La puta guarra..." Pablo murmurs with well contained rage. You pretend not to notice. "Take the drinks, I'll carry the tray."

When you arrive at your destination, you find the lady of the house sitting in an elegant table, ready to have her private dinner. On one side of the room there is a pompous fireplace that brings an ominous light to the place, of dark reds and oranges. Cassandra has her laptop opened over the table and she appears to be having a video call with another woman.

"It's all bullshit!" Says the Matriarch. "I'm not going to say sorry just because some stupid Social Justice Walkyrie is ofended by my words. They should grow a pair of tits and a brain and leave us grown ups alone."

"Please, Mrs. Barton, I beg you to reconsider." The woman on the screen seems as scared of the lady as a man would be. "I know this antagonism benefits your fund rising among the conservative crowd, but the internet is full of memes of you and not just in leftist forums. They are comparing you to Adolina Hitler on the news! If we don't control the situation, your image could be permanently damaged.

"I'm not saying sorry and that is my last fucking word."

"But... Mrs Barton."

"BUT? Get this into your head, you titless manlover: you don't 'but' me. You don't question me. You do your fucking job and fix this fucking problem!" She closes her laptop with feminine brutality and that ends the conversation. Just then, Pablo leaves her dinner in front of her. You have the sense that this maid knows too weel how to move around her anger. "Finally!" She says.

Lady Cassandra takes the first taco and bites it with hunger, as a lioness would bite the flesh of a prey that still beathes. She barely chews it before swallowing her bite in one go and leaving the rest back on the plate. "You fell short on the sauce again, Pablo" Says the matriarch. "You know what that means."

"Of course, Mrs. Barton." Without further indication, he undoes his bulgie with quick fingers. His cock is left exposed and he starts jerking off mechanically, right there before the matriarch, with his dick pointing at the plate.

"You too." She says pointing in your general direction without even looking at you. "I wish to have some variety if my daughter hasn't drain you. Be quick, I don't like cold tacos."

You obey, your face red with shame. Both of you are stroking your dicks pointing at the lady's food while she waits with what appears to be the closest she has to patience. She takes her cup of what you think is wine a gulps it all in a single move. Even with her being such a mean woman you cannot help but worry at that image. You just saw what **** did to your secret sister not too long ago. You don't want the same to happen to your secret mother. On the other side of the table, Pablo seems relieved as he sees her drink, and not because of the pleasures of masturbation.

Lady Cassandra starts talking to herself amidst the sound of your stroking flesh. "My firstborn is a pampered cock sucker and my second is a entitled marxist. They told me there was no communist or weakling's blood in their father's seed. They lied to me. Everyone lies to me..." She fills the cup again by herself and once again she drinks it much faster than anyone should. "Be quick with your cocks. I'm hungry."

Pablo is the first to cum, you come shortly after but your seed looks much more denser and abundant. Lady Cassandra says nothing of your prowess but you see her arc one of her eyebrows in strange approval as she sees your spunk covering her dinner plate. She starts to eat her now cum-covered food without saying anything else, treating it as if it was just common sauce. You feel ashamed, not just because of cumming on your mother's food, but because of how weird and violent the situation was. You knew that some powerful women like to take advantage of men, but she just appears to like to see you suffer and to mock you and your masculinity. You bring your hands to your cock again with the intention of hiding it under your bulgie, but Pablo tells you not to just with his stern look.

And so, the minutes pass by, without nothing really happening. Lady Cassandra drinks and eat, while you stay on her sides with your cocks exposed for her, even though she doesn't touch them or even look at them. An hour later, the Matriarch is so drunk that she no longer stays straight on her seat. "You men havd it easy..." She says. "You only havd tt obey and stayt quiet. Ygu dron't havd any real resp... respnss... res-pon-sa-bi-li-ty." She keeps talking and talking to no one but herself . You look at Pablo and he looks bored and annoyed. You know you should feel the same before such a mean and wicked woman, but you cannot help to feel sorry for her. Is he just like Amelia? Is she so rude all the time just to hide that she is... sad?

Just as you think that, the lady of the house falls asleep before your eyes. Pablo, always so diligent, hides his member with an unusual eagerness for him, and moves closer to the lady of the house. "Lets carry her to bed. You were lucky, mamón." You help him carry the woman, although he doesn't show much care for her. He takes the lady by the legs, you take her by her shoulders. You hear her feminine snores close to your own head now. She is far bigger and heavier than any of you and the trip to her bedroom is a harsh one.

"Puta borracha tetona... Hija de su puta madre..." Says Pablo. By now you are sure that he isn't saying anything nice.

The room is dark, but Pablo knows his way to the bed quite well. It takes a while but you both manage to lift her just enough. Just when you are leaving her over the couch you realise that her hair is all tangled up in the lazes of your bulgie. You look at Pablo, crying silently for help but he just show you a passing pity. "Sorry man." He says, and he leaves you alone with the sleeping beauty. You just stay there, mouth agape in disbelief. You still cannot believe how he could abandon you in that first room when you hear the doors of the next one closing.

You start to shake and tremble nervously, trying to undo the knots as fast as you can amidst the dim light, but your natural clumsiness betrays you. Just as you are free of her, lady Cassandra opens her eyes again, those icy and terrible eyes of her that exude so much power and dominance. And for the first time she looks directly at you, for the first time she gets a direct look at your own face. And you can see it quite clearly how the shadow of recognition crosses her troubled face.

"Y-you?" She murmurs.

And now for a session of Learning with Conan: Here is a detailed translation of all of Pablo's Insults:

La puta guarra: The fucking slut.

Mamón: Literally means sucker, although in Spanish mamar (to suck) doesn't have that same use to indicate something that is lame, so it's actual translation in this context would be more akin to 'lucky bastard'.

Puta borracha tetona: Fucking big-titted drunkard.

Hija de su puta madre: Daughter of her fucking mother/Daughter of her mother who is a whore. (A funnier and convoluted way to call your mother a slut) Remember to use hijo instead of hija if you use it on a man. ;P