Mother Maude's House of Bliss

Full long ago in London town
There stood a roomy manse
That sheltered men of wartime's woe
From lingering circumstance.

Although they had from death been spared,
Their bodies healed and sound,
Anxiety still bound their souls,
In fear so tightly wound.

But straitened is a land at war,
No beds were there to spare
For men like these who bleed no more,
Who need, it seems, no care.

Yet they were not abandonned, no,
For doors were opened wide:
A house of saintly mercy where
The lads could now abide.

Existence of this blesséd place
Was to no bishop known -
As convent-monastery it
In truth was all home-grown!

For all of that it was in fact
A place of tender care,
Where men could rest and then, one hoped,
Forget their late despair.

And so these lads of recent wounds
Were not cast to the streets,
But live in warmth and comfort now
And sleep between soft sheets.

The mistress of this house of bliss,
Whose name was Mother Maude,
Before conversion seized her soul
Had been a lusty bawd!

She knew the evils men can do,
She knew the nasty tricks
That men resort to when they must
Seek pleasure for their pricks.

So Maude, on that same day when she
Renounced whom she had been,
Resolved to take in needy men
And save them all from sin.

She gave the lads full leave to play,
To jest, to play the fool,
As long as they were careful to
Obey one simple rule:

To rise above their sinful births
And not become the dregs,
At night they must forbid their hands
To play between their legs.

For Mother Maude did know full well
That men when at their leisure
Will wander in temptation's lair
And grasp their easy pleasure.

Of men there were a full half score,
And though Maude had sharp eyes,
As well as help around the place
She needed willing spies.

Five girls she hired, pretty maids,
To sweep and clean and dust,
And then at night to watch the lads
To catch them at their lust.

A single candle burned all night
On each bedchamber wall,
And through the keyholes girls would peek
While passing down the hall.

The lads all knew the rule, of course,
And didn't want to fail,
And so they struggled mightily
O'er passion to prevail.

Their plight was made the direr still,
Their wills put to the test;
The maids themselves were cause of this:
O'er them the men obsessed.

For Maude decreed for every girl
The costume she required.
It was important that her maids
Be fetchingly attired.

More for herself than for the lads
She exercised her flair
For fashion that exposed the most
Of tit and derrière.

At eighteen years, or hardly more,
Each maid exceeding fair -
All day the men would stare at them
And wish that they were bare!

At night they'd lie abed and think
Of this or that young goddess,
Of tender flesh that almost 'scaped
From tantalizing bodice.

Each in his bed would clench his teeth
And struggle to resist;
But being just a lad he'd then
Find heaven in his fist.

The maidens, too, knew well the rule,
They knew just why they spied.
All naughtiness they must report,
Maude must not be defied.

But, truth be told, when if perchance
A maid saw lad transgress,
With bated breath she'd linger just
To watch his hot progress.

It was a treat for girls so young,
At least before they wed,
To see a man expose his shaft
And stroke its rosy head.

They'd listen to the blissful sighs
Of men in passion's grip,
Then reach between their girlish legs
And into rapture slip.

You'd think the maids would all keep mum
To hold on to their fun;
And so it was for four of five,
But not, alas, for one.

Elvira was the mistress' pet,
Maude's favorite of the girls;
She loved her for her clever tongue,
Not just her jet black curls.

Elvira's was the tongue that wagged
Alone of all the spies;
And that same tongue the one that flicked
Between Maude's open thighs.

What's this of Mother Maude, you cry,
Is this propriety?
Well, yes, to her it is, in fact -
It is true piety.

Well-churched she is, our Mother Maude,
She knows the Bible's tales,
From Eve and Adam's sinful fall
Right through to Jesus' nails.

The fault was Eve's, not Adam's, that
Brought both of them to woe,
Hence man is good, but woman not,
She is by nature low.

Thus, lads are pure, they must be taught,
And from temptation led;
While she, already damned, may lead
Elvira to her bed!

So one fine day Elvira came
To Maude, but not to prattle.
She had a story hot to tell,
She'd come, in fact, to tattle.

"Oh, Mistress dear, it's true I fear,
I saw Tom's cock all bare!
He rubbed it hard and as I watched
It spurted in the air!"

"Oh, what!" cried Maude, "can this be true?"
All seething in her ire.
"We'll watch you squirm, my bonny lad,
Your feet shall feel the fire!"

She gathered round the maids all five
For heavy consultation.
She told them how one lad, this Tom,
Had yielded to temptation.

The girls feigned shock, "Alas, oh no!"
On hearing Maude's narration.
(Though each to her delight had seen
Tom in his delectation.)

"His penis spurned my gifts, my weal,
It spit upon my rule!"
A smile then spread across her face,
A wicked one, and cruel.

Now, Maude had once a wanton been,
As we have lately said.
She'd learned to keep men hot and hard
And moaning in her bed.

She knew them all, from boys at school
To roughnecks on the docks.
She knew their needs, their lusts, their wants,
And how to tease their cocks.

"I have a plan, I'll now explain
Just how you shall proceed.
That lad will rue the day that he
Felt free to spill his seed!"

"We'll bind him fast, both hands and feet,
So he can't thrash or kick,
And we'll make sure he cannot reach
To touch his rutty dick."

"And then, my girls, it's up to you
To make the rascal pay:
With taunting smiles and wicked wiles
Torment him through the day!"

"Display to him your girlish charms,
Your bodies firm and young;
And purse your lips as if to kiss
Then lick them with your tongue."

"And if you've done your job quite well
This is what to expect:
His cock will rise up from his lap
All stiff and hard, erect."

"The best is yet to come, my dears,
For now he'll feel the sting:
If you do play your parts aright
He'll groan, his cries shall ring."

"Because of how you've teased the lad,
The way he's been provoked,
He'll be in desp'rate need by now
To have his penis stroked."

"He'll twist and turn to reach his cock
But ropes will grip and pinch,
The bindings will allow his hands
No closer than an inch."

"Then when you've watched him writhe in vain
And smiled at his frustration,
With coos of pity you'll reach out
To offer sweet salvation."

"Or so he'll think as your soft hand
Wraps round about his prick,
Then gives it just a little tap
And moves away: a trick!"

"The wisp of pleasure from your touch
That seemed about to please
Shall serve to deepen his despair
And drive him mad with tease!"

And so they fell upon the lad
And lashed him to his bed,
Two girls held arms, two sat on legs,
Elvira held his head.

And after Maude had tied his bonds
They left him to his plight,
To plan the ways that he would ache
All through the day and night.

"Now you, dear Katie, you have got
Such lovely bouncing tits,
Undress for him at one o'clock,
It's sure to give him fits!"

"And Gwendolyn, your tongue is sweet,
It's pink and lithe and quick,
So you'll go in at two to give him
Just one little lick."

"Dear Elsie, you'll steal in at night
To suck him in his sleep,
And when he wakes and begs for more
You'll leave him there to weep."

And so the girls set in on him
Each one a little bitch.
Was he in heaven or in hell?
He surely knew not which.

They teased and taunted, petted him
To see where it would lead.
And when his cock rose trembling up
They mocked him in his need.

Sweet Katie swung her soft pink nips
Just inches from his face,
While fingertips with merest touch
Around his prick did race.

Gwen used her tongue in just the way
That Mother Maude had taught:
She smiled and licked her lips and then
A flick, a swirl, then naught!

Elvira was the worst by far
Her tricks were cruel and tougher.
She tempted men, seduced them, and
She loved to make them suffer.

She laid herself between Tom's legs
And then began to blow,
Her breath so warm along his shaft,
A tantalizing flow.

He begged and pleaded, thrashing now,
He writhed upon the bed,
While she sent puffs of warm wet air
Around his penis head.

She knew the torment that she caused,
Exquisite and sublime.
She wanted his sweet agony
To last a long, long time.

And when she finally turned to leave
She looked at him and said,
"It really is too bad that I
Can't stay to give you head!"

She laughed to hear him whimper so
As out the door she went.
She knew vain reaching for his cock
Would add to his torment.

Now, Bridget was an orphan lass,
Her Mum and Da deceased.
She'd crossed the sea just to escape
The groping of her priest.

She'd come to Mother Maude to ask
If she might find employ.
And Maude at once said yes - this girl
Was one that she'd enjoy.

For Bridget was a striking girl,
Her breasts were high and lush,
Her arse was firm and round and wide,
Between her thighs red plush.

(This last Maude could not see, of course,
But thus did she surmise:
Since Bridget's hair was red and wild
The rest is no surprise.)

So now it fell to Bridget's lot
To be Tom's last torment.
She pitied him, but she was young,
And offered no dissent.

She went into his room resolved
That she would seal his fate.
He'd think of her and no one else
Should e'er he masturbate!

Poor Tom was in a sorry state,
Disheveled and undressed.
The lad was drained, or wished to be,
His penis sore distressed.

She looked his body up and down,
So racked by mad frustration.
On seeing her his cock jumped up
In vain anticipation.

On seeing this she said to him,
"Now, what does this tell me?
It means your lesson's not quite learned,
I'm sure you will agree."

"Oh, Tom, what shall we do with you
To cure your sorry plight?
I think I know what makes you do
The things you do at night."

"I've seen you peeking, Tom," she said,
So coy, the little flirt!
"I know just how it makes you feel
When you look up my skirt."

"We girls all know just what you want,
You naughty little boys.
It's fun to make you want it more,
Our panting little toys!"

She sat herself upon his desk,
Prepared to play the tart.
She raised her knees and then her skirt
And spread her legs apart.

He stared at her, he moaned aloud
To see her spread so wide.
Through knickers sheer and tight he saw
Almost what lay inside.

"Is this what you so longed to see,
My nasty little boy?
And would to see a little more
Be something you'd enjoy?"

She grinned at him and licked her lips,
Each hand upon a breast.
"Would it excite you, make you hot,
To watch me get undressed?"

Poor Tom just whimpered, held his breath,
As quiet as a mouse,
And stared at Bridget's graceful hands
As she undid her blouse.

She smiled at him and held his eyes
As she removed her skirt.
She licked her lips and squeezed her breasts
To taunt him, make him hurt.

She bent down to his fevered lips
And placed a tender kiss.
"You don't know why you're punished? Well,
Because you touched like this..."

Tom's heart beat fast, her hand moved down,
He watched its slow progress.
She took his cock and fondled it,
A teasing, soft caress.

"So is this why you touch yourself,
Because it feels like this?"
She stroked him gently up and down,
His eyes now closed in bliss.

It's time for me to leave, she thought,
It's done, now, is my chore.
I've given him a little taste,
I've got him wanting more.

But, then, it surely could not hurt
To stay a little longer.
There's something more that I can do
To make this lesson stronger.

"I want to teach you something, Tom,"
She said as he lay mute.
"I'll show you why your hand is such
A sorry substitute."

All naked now she straddled him
His warm cock in her hand.
"I'm sure that what we do right now
Will make you understand."

She guided him between her legs,
She let him slip inside,
But just an inch, just in and out,
A teasing little slide.

"Now, there's a lesson for you, Tom,
I'm sure you've understood -
Your naughty game, your stroking hand
Could never feel that good!"

She let him slip once more inside
To add to his ordeal.
"In vain you'll stroke your cock because
It's this you'll never feel."

Now, really, that's enough, my girl,
(She gave herself advice)
You must leave off right now and yet...
It does feel aw'fly nice!

She looked down at the writhing lad
And pity moved her soul.
Well, just a little more won't hurt,
But see you keep control!

She settled down on his stiff prick,
As he thrust up to push
Into her slick and sucking cunt
Below her scarlet bush.

Sweet pleasure thrilled his ravished shaft
As up and down she went.
But then she halted at the top
And smiled at his lament.

Now, true, she was a kindly girl,
It was her joy to please.
But for all that it pleased her now
To be a little tease!

She raised herself and as she did
His throbbing cock popped out.
"Oh, could it be that you want more?"
She whimpered with a pout.

"Oh Miss, oh please, don’t stop! You are
An angel! Oh, so sweet!"
"Well, since you are a courteous lad
I’ll leave you with a treat."

She stood and ran her hands along
His body, bound and bare.
Her fingers lingered at his pubes,
Wandered through the hair.

Excitement flushed his features and
His cock shone rosy red,
As Bridget bent between his legs,
As he lay bound and spread.

Soft lips now nuzzled gently on
The tip of his hard prick,
Her tongue ran up and down his shaft
And fluttered, flick, flick, flick.

She lay down then between his legs
And used her mouth all night
To worry, tease and pleasure him
Until dawn's early light.

And when the time for mercy came,
Her lips all flecked with foam,
She took him fully in her mouth
And sucked him gently home.

Now Bridget ran to tell her friends
How she had made Tom spout!
She told all other maids but one -
Elvira she left out.

"It was so sweet to pleasure him,
He whimpered so, and cried.
And, oh, how sweet it felt to me
To draw him deep inside!"

The girls embraced a new resolve
That henceforth every night
Each maid would join a man in bed
To everyone's delight!

But so enraged would Mistress be
Should she hear this, forsooth!
And so the girls left Mother Maude
Unburdened by the truth.

His penance done, Tom was released,
But Maude was not content.
All men will sin and so they need
Preemptive punishment.

Imposing now strict discipline
With all her wicked guile,
Elvira picks a man each night
For teasing and denial.

She tells the Mistress of each lad,
Of how she tortures him.
And Maude lies panting, sighing as
The vixen licks her quim.

But every other night each lad
Now gets a gentle suck.
And if he's lucky has as well
A teasing girl to fuck.

(Except for Jack and Lem, that is,
Each closer than a brother.
The girls allow them privacy
To play with one another.)

So now contentment reigns for all
Throughout Maude's house of bliss.
One hears therein the sighs of those
Enthralled by pleasure's kiss!