2 comments/ 23491 views/ 4 favorites Ackerman Street By: Sputnik57 Mart Tranter was an odd-jobbing chancer who scraped a living through the few jobs he held down, he lived on his wits and charmed himself into situations; he liked short-term tenancies as he believed the change of outlook to be the best way in life was to move on, and his lowly budget would not entertain a mortgage in this area or any other. It was with relief that he had found the advert in the local paper, as he'd sat with it placed on a table in the middle of the room between bowls on the floor, catching the rainwater which dripped through the ceiling of the dingy garret flat, which had lost any novelty it once had. His landlady, who had allowed him to delay his rent on occasion, for small favours granted, was getting a little too intimate; he having shared the warmth of his body with her on too many occasions, now was the time to depart. He now found himself at the door of a large late Victorian detached house, number 15 Ackerman Street; the diverse colours and styles of curtains at its many windows along with the varying degrees of grime displayed by some panes contrasting with the sheen of others, some with blooming window boxes and others bland, betrayed the communal status of a grand house built originally for a well-to-do family. Mart puffed himself out and knocked on the part-glazed front door; the deep blue and red harlequin pattern leaded lights, helping the house to retain a little of its former glory; an inner door opened from the ground floor flat, and a prim and shapely woman of about forty-five, brunette hair tied in a bun, smiled softly over glasses that could have belonged to a teacher. She looked him up and down with interest. He gaped for a moment and then responded as she lifted her nose in expectation of an introduction. "Hi, I'm Mart Tranter... I've come about the flat." Her eyes seemed to ignite, and she pulled the door wide; Mart felt as though he were being sucked in, almost before she had acknowledged him. "Oh please do come in; I'm Melanie Hart, this is my house, we spoke on the phone, I'll just get the keys." Mart stepped in and watched her tight-waisted form strut into her flat, his cock stirring slightly; mature women always attracted him, especially single ones. He stepped forward and nosed into her tidy residence; the decor had a distinctly feminine feel, the scent devoid of masculinity; promising. He stepped back and glanced up at the polished bannister above the stairs as he heard her jingling the keys; attempting to hide any personal interest in her. She emerged with the keys but minus her age-increasing glasses, and without the small cardigan she had answered the door in. She smiled warmly as she held the keys up and dangled them in front of her trim breasts, drawing his eyes to a subtle view of the cleavage shown by the top two undone buttons of her blouse. She quickly dropped her hand, and strutted to the stairs; like a gentleman, he let her lead the way, which she did without hesitation, and his cock swelled as he watched her long mature legs and pert bottom ascend gracefully two steps above him. Several flights were not long enough for him, and he was almost disappointed when she turned off to a door, leaving a further flight untouched. She turned the key and showed him in; though a bedsit, it was a veritable palace compared to what he'd left. Cleanly decorated and with a comfortable bed close to a large window which overlooked her garden, there was a shower cubicle in one corner, and plenty of space for the meagre belongings he had yet to retrieve from the dingy garret. Melanie leaned back against the door pillar and crossed her arms. "Well, what do you think?" Her sultry tone had him thinking of all sorts of possibilities, but he answered her immediate concern. " It's great... I'll take it." He fumbled with his wallet and as he fingered the worn notes, she smiled at his enthusiasm to secure the let. "I normally ask for a month's rent plus a further month as a deposit, but I think I can trust you; just give me the month for now, you said on the phone you can turn your hand to most things? I may have a few odd jobs for you; my garden needs a little TLC, and some of my more picky tenants are always finding things that need attention. You just settle in, and give me a knock when you're ready; call outs for plumbers and decorators can be so expensive." Mart was more than pleased at this opportunity to perhaps reduce his rental in kind, and it ensured contact with this shapely lady, who grew more attractive by the minute. She handed him the key, and he followed her out; eager to retrieve his things and disappear from his old address immediately. As they descended the stairs to the ground floor, she smiled warmly at him as a wiry man entered the front door and wheeled his bicycle through. "Hi Melanie! and errr.." Melanie gave him a nonchalant look. "Hello Ben; this is Mart, he's just taken flat 5. Mart, this is Ben Parker, he's in flat 2." She smiled at Mart before approaching her door; before she went in, she bent to pick up some junk mail envelopes, keeping her legs as straight as possible and displaying her firm round arse as her skirt tightened. As she disappeared into her flat, Ben smiled as he'd noticed Mart's eyes on her. "You've more chance of getting a wank off the Pope." Mart wasn't so sure; he grinned at the wiry man with scruffy hair and ill fitting grey trousers held up with bicycle clips, anorak and worn out hush-puppies completing the picture; he could see why not too many women would give him a second glance. He changed the conversation. "Lived here long mate?" The scruffy but amiable Ben opened his door, almost opposite Melanie's and pushed his sixties style thin-wheeled racer inside. "I've been here about three years; handy for the locals schools, I'm a supply teacher, history and geography. It's not a bad place, despite the quick turnover of some tenants; we're a diverse mix, there's a couple of executive types up one flight, that's where the two largest flats are. Eight flats in all." His banter was cut short as the door opened, and Mart's interest was aroused again as a pretty red-lipped woman of about forty bustled in with a shy smile, wearing a short shiny plastic mac, long legs and spiky ankle boots. Ben gave her a gormless smile and addressed her in a teacher-like tone. "Hello Irene, had a good day have we?" She screwed her lips and glanced at Mart with wide eyes and a soft smile, as she squeaked by up the stairs in her glossy mac. "Just as boring as ever Ben. But I'm ever hopeful." Mart wondered if her statement was actually a description of Ben, rather than a reflection on the day; either way, 66.6% of the tenants he'd seen so far were most interesting. He shook hands with Ben and left for his previous residence, hoping to get in and out quickly before the amorous Wendy, his chubby and fifty-something ex-landlady returned from her day job and made things difficult. Jangling his new keys, he made haste. As Mart hurriedly stuffed the last objects into a rucksack, his suitcase already full, he heard the front door bump shut downstairs through the open door of the garret. He remained silent and held his breath. Wendy looked up the gap between the bannisters and saw the light from the garret window; she knew he was leaving, but he owed her rent, she knew he had little money so he would pay her in kind. She smiled as she locked the front door from the inside, and quietly opened her flat door, stripping her clothes off rapidly. Mart peeped out onto the creaking floorboards and looked down; did he imagine he noise? Had it been another tenant entering or leaving? He sighed with relief at the continuing silence, swung the rucksack over his shoulder and lifted the case. On reaching the ground floor, he pushed the keys under Wendy's door with a pang of regret; he enjoyed the games she played which led up to him fucking her, but he was concsious that he was beginning to like it too much and she was not the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Wendy grinned as she watched the keys slide under the door toward her, the nipples on her large floppy breasts erected as she heard him move toward the door and try the handle. Mart pulled at the door in disbelief, he heard a sound behind him and his balls tingled. "And where do you think you are going young man? You owe me more than you can afford." Mart turned and his cock swelled as he viewed Wendy's plump and mature form, clad in a full-length black dressing gown, cane in hand like a schoolmistress. She smiled wickedly and beckoned him into her flat with her finger. "You may not have money, but I'll see you spend just the same. You'll not leave here until your debt is paid." Mart's cock stiffened as he resigned himself to the pleasure he had tried so hard to avoid, he thought it unnatural to enjoy her folds of wrinkled flesh the way he did, but she smelt even more inviting today somehow, and her evermore controlling ways gave him a thrill he did not feel fully comfortable with; not yet. Wendy smiled as he did as he was told; he had no option really as she would not relinquish the key until she was ready, but the spark was there, he did not make a fuss and demand it as so many other men would. She would ensure he remembered her and visited her from time to time. "You know how I like things, you go and strip off and stand by my bed. I shall have a cigarette and then I shall have payment." Mart walked into the room and stripped, his cock betraying his weakness for the demanding woman. He stood like a scolded child for a couple of minutes and Wendy entered the room cane in hand. She let the gown drop and wriggled the cane through the sleeve; Mart's cock stood rigid at her display of saggy tits, slightly bulbous belly, wide hips and large strangely inviting thighs. She smiled and pointed to the bed with the cane. "You know the routine, lie face up on the bed, head toward the bottom end. You shall taste my cunt while I suck your cock. You owe me a lot; I shall have my arsehole tongued as well, I know you are beginning to enjoy the taste." Mart nearly smiled at the thought, but retained his straight face; he knew she liked to think this base act was a punishment. He lay on the bed and half closed his eyes, hoping that all landladies were inherently demanding and authoritative, his cock flexing as he thought of the shapely Melanie. He sniffed the air as the fleshy thighs appeared above his head, revealing Wendy's gaping cunt which descended on his face; his nose slipped into the hot slimy recesses of her womanhood, the scent making his balls tingle, and the salty tang of her aroused cunt made him arch his back, yearning for the touch of her lips on his cock as her saggy breasts nestled on his torso. He lapsed into an indulgent heaven as her thighs held him there and he looked up through the crack of her fleshy cellulite riddled cheeks, enjoying the tastes and scents as they wobbled above him, and murmured in heaven as her soft lips slipped over his bell-end and her hot mouth sucked on his stiff cock. He was close to coming when she wickedly poked his cock away with her tongue, sat up and shuffled forward slightly. She lifted her flabby arse and pulled the cheeks apart, making his cock dribble as his nose was hit by the full scent of her honeyed arsehole. "You'll have a good lick before I ride you; I'll have my monies worth from your balls today, you'll be back within a week begging for more home comforts." His cock pulsed and waved in need of stimulation as she eased back releasing her fleshy cheeks about his face as his tongue gratefully licked and probed at the tart taste of her hot arsehole. Wendy smiled as she felt him service her anus obediently, and nursed her cunt in readiness for the delivery of his cock. Satisfied he had worshipped her arsehole sufficiently, she lifted herself off an turned to straddle his aching erection. Mart moaned as she slipped his rigid member into the slick warmth of her juiced cunt, and she lay forward, holding him down with her soft ample folds; she purred with pleasure as he tried to buck under her weight. "Patience. I will let you know when you are allowed to come; you'll fill my cunt when I'm ready, and then you'll clean me up. You'll taste your own seed after its union with my juices; you'll learn to love that too, because you will come back and see me, won't you?" Mart was willing to say anything at that point; his cock ready to spurt; but wondered where it would end if he did return, she had displayed the cane these past few encounters, and now his was to lick up his own mess. "Yes.. yes, I promise I'll come back, please let me come." Wendy's cunt tingled victoriously as she began to ease her plump arse up and down, allowing his cock the delicious movement with her mature and slippery cunt, she squeezed her upper body against him; her flesh creating a vacuum which sucked at his torso, seeming to drag the content of his balls into her, he moaned with pleasure. "Don't you dare come until I'm ready! I want to enjoy you for as long as possible." Mart was now in no hurry, his first encounter with Wendy had been a straight forward fuck, missionary position with a little hand delivered foreplay by both; she had gradually taken control of each session, oral, anal, and now the threat of the cane, though she had not touched his flesh with it. Not yet. His balls were now wet with Wendy's juices as her erotic mind ran riot at the idea of dominating him completely, and she moaned in ecstasy as she squashed his body down on to the springing as her globular arse rose and sank, her cunt taking his cock to the hilt. "Ohhhhhh! Come now!... fill my cunt with cream, I want it deep inside me... Ohhhhh! I want you to be there forever licking it all out!" Mart found it hard to breathe as her plenteous flesh humped in a blind haze of exquisite pleasure, and he groaned in ecstasy himself as her mature cunt sucked the semen from him; his orgasm intensified by the thought of licking his own seed from her spent cunt as she threatened him with that cane. She laughed through her divine panting as she felt the warmth of a generous wad of cum pulse into her, and ground her cunt down selfishly to stop his movement, so that she could feel him spurt as she held him. Mart moaned as he tied to lift his buttocks, but was pinned; she squeezed her cunt as he spent several times more, though motionless; his anus tingled at the feel of being captive, as his cock throbbed its last offerings into the mouth of her uterus. Before he could recover, the grinning Wendy waddled her bulk forward and nestled her dripping cunt on his face, force feeding Mart his own seed mixed with her juices; strangely, he did not gag on the salty globules that slid out from her slit as he lapped almost eagerly at it. Wendy towered above him, hands on chubby hips. "You've made a mess and now you shall clean it up; you make sure you get it all out or you'll stay here forever" The novelty soon wore off for Mart, as his cock lay flaccid, and the bulbous folds had him gasping for breath at times, especially when he had to strain his tongue as far up the flabby cunt as it would go. Wendy suddenly relented and rolled back onto her pillows, lighting a cigarette. Mart washed his face and genitals in the basin in the corner. When he turned, Wendy had returned to the coy woman he had first met; she smiled softly at him as she lifted the front door key from her gown, and slipped it between her flabby tits. "You promise you'll come and see me, won't you Mart?" He forced a smile as he hurriedly replaced his jeans and tucked his shirt in. Though now sated and a little repulsed at what he was looking at, never mind what he'd just done with it, there was a strange draw to her. He smiled a little stronger and clambered on to the bed, giving her a peck on the cheek as he retrieved the key. "OK, but no promises as to when; I've a few things to do where I've moved to." She closed her eyes and puffed her cigarette. He'd be back. Ackerman Street Ch. 02 Mart's mind had been in a quandary as he'd lugged his worldly goods back on the short journey to Ackerman Street; the main reason he'd left his old flat was to get away from Wendy, yet she seemed to have more of a hold on him than ever. He was thankful that he could at least determine when he saw her, and he would try not to, though he was finding sex with her increasingly 'interesting'. Now back in his more comfortable accommodation, he arranged his things and clicked his laptop on; 'no signal'. He kicked himself for being so dense, but his nether regions tingled as it gave him the excuse to enquire upon the attractive Melanie for a possible wi-fi password. After descending the first flight of stairs, he noticed a sharply dressed and shapely woman, in a trouser suit opening the door and entering one of the more expensive flats; the dark haired woman with high cheek-bones expressed by a gentle application of rouge noted his presence and smiled warmly at him from pursed red lips, giving him a brief but sultry 'hello' before closing the door. Mart's mind jingled erotic situations, but quickly dispelled them; her sophisticated image would mean she was way out of his league; a woman like that would have a hundred male interests, if she were not attached anyway. Mart's cock swelled as he approached Melanie's door; on doing so, he noticed several picture frames containing fire regulations, basic house rules, and handy information, set discretely on the wall close by. They were arranged amongst pictures so as to preserve the homely feel of the residence; on the 'Handy' frame the wi-fi password 'melas15' was clearly displayed. Mart paused and then rang the bell; he was determined to have another glimpse of her, and would plead ignorance. Melanie peeped through the spy-hole and adjusted her brunette hair, her nipples swelling as she recognised her new tenant; she had knowledge of him through the local Landlord's Association that he was unaware of, and a certain other member's passing remarks had left her more than pleased to have Mart under her roof; she opened the door, and Mart tried to adopt an air of nonchalance as her appearance and soft feminine scent made his cock swell. "Oh, hi Melanie; I was wondering if you had a wi-fi system here, so that I can access the net." Melanie first stepped forward a little and glanced to the side where the info was, and then paused with a wry smile. "Oh please, come in; I shall see if I can find it for you, I've been in it that long I can't remember it myself." Mart swallowed hard as he followed her in, his eyes drawn to the firm ass in its tight skirt as it wiggled provocatively while the mature woman led him into her lounge for the first time. She sat him down and he watched as she bent over an occasional table, displaying her ass in its full glory in a pretense of looking for something. "Now where did I put that laptop? Oh, Mart, would you like a coffee now you're here?" Mart was in no hurry to leave, and confirmed with a response which spoke that it was all too obvious that the caffeine itself was of secondary importance. Melanie's cunt tingled as she toyed with thoughts about breaking it to Mart that she was not only acquainted with Wendy, but how the two shared interests beyond being landladies; she would allow him to open up to her a little before she revealed that like her caffiene, Mart's payment of rent was also of secondary importance to her. She came back with two coffees, balanced upon her laptop which was evidently found nowhere near the table she had displayed her ass over. Mart took his coffee, and had to adjust the way he sat to hide his erection, which was not aided by Melanie sitting low in the chair opposite; she crossed her legs and took pride in now displaying her shapely thighs clad in black nylon. She tapped away at her laptop, acting as though the technology was all a little alien to her, but actually checking e-mails as she delayed him as long as she could. "I'm so glad you moved in here, I can find a few things for a handy person like you to do; what was it that made you leave your last place?" Mart was as honest as he could be, whilst remaining economic with the absolute truth. "I had a garret flat there, and the roof was a bit leaky; I did what I could to help the landlady by doing my best to plug the leaks from the inside, through what access room there was between my ceiling and the roof, but the place needs re-roofing; I could have lived with it, but it was a bit damp at times. Apart from that it was OK, I just felt like a change." Melanie crossed her fingers to match her legs, and casually shifted forward slightly to show even more thigh, and then a quick flash of her black lacy panties as she crossed alternate legs; subtly sweetening his mind in preparation for a more probing question. "So your relationship with your landlady was OK? I mean you didn't fall out with her... or anything?" Mart's cock bulged as he thought of those black lacy panties close up, combined with the memory of the scent of Wendy's cunt, so recently adored by his tongue; if only it could be that way with this gorgeous woman. "Oh no, I liked her... in fact I've promised I'll look in on her on occasion, to err... to make sure she's OK." Melanie's cunt tingled, to match the tingling of jealousy felt by her ego, she had a good idea how landlady Wendy Denham would be made to feel 'OK', the fat bitch! His response did her good though, it made her all the more determined to receive similar attention; she'd also casually ask Wendy about her recent relationships when she saw her again at the other place they had in common. "I'd love it you did my garden for me; I love to sunbathe in it now the weather has picked up, but it needs tending badly; If you mow the lawn first, I'll show how I like it done; I take it you won't mind being supervised by a woman? She gave Mart a certain smile which made his balls tingle; he so hoped her question had a double meaning. "No, I really don't mind at all; will tomorrow be alright?" Melanie was more than pleased; the forecast was hot and sunny, she could allow him to see the good shape her body was in, and she could ease closer to a relationship with him; one which she intended being in control of. "That would be wonderful; you know there is a rear entrance which is open during daylight hours, down a small flight of stairs at the rear, it runs down to the back gate beside my garden? It's handy to get to the local shops a little quicker and the compost bin is by the gate... I use it regularly as there is a rear entrance to my flat down those stairs too." She smirked, as she intentionally planted an option in his head. "I can slip in and out without being seen by anyone; out through the back entrance when it suits me. Irene has a key to the back entrance and gate too, she is a dark horse and often uses it at night, but that's another story; if you are to be a regular handyman for me, perhaps I can get you keys cut too." Mart's cock was now stiff as his mind ran riot; the proximity and possible access to Melanie's flat unseen, was of great interest, and Melanie knew it would be. Mart was now desperate to go upstairs and masturbate; finishing his coffee and now in a cold sweat, but Melanie was anxious to further his interest even though he would be in her grasp tomorrow. She followed him out, and then led him to the rear of the house and down the five steps, showing him the rear entrance to her flat before opening the door to the rear entrance. They walked around a corner which was not overlooked by any of the windows above, and Mart's cock pulsed as he viewed the clothes lines which ran down the alley to the rear gate; on one of the lines was several pairs of black lacy panties and stockings. Melanie smiled to herself as she noted his interest while she was showing him the gate in the wall to her garden. "I shall leave this open tomorrow, please be here nice and early; I'm sure I'll enjoy supervising you." Mart's eyes met with hers as his balls tingled at her remark; she smirked in a way that left him on a high. He then thought of the panties on the line, and suddenly decided he'd try the rear route to the shops; as he went to leave, Melanie smiled triumphantly. "Oh, I nearly forgot what you came for; I've just remembered, the password is 'melas15'." Mart thanked her and left through the back gate. Mart went rapidly to the shops and bought nothing; he needed to know the time it would take and thought of nothing but the panties. On coming back, he looked up and down the street to ensure no one would disturb him as he went back up the alley; on reaching the panties he looked up and checked, he could not see any window he would be viewed from. His cock pulsed as he pulled the line down to face level and sniffed at the gusset of the panties, hoping to gain just the slightest scent of the cunt and arsehole they had graced. He rubbed his cock through his jeans and was tempted to take it out and wank there and then. Above him, eyes watched from a grilled vent in a bathroom wall, which Mart had not given a second thought. Melanie stood naked on an Ottoman in her bathroom and nursed her cunt as she watched him enjoy her panties, she moaned while her clitoris buzzed; she so wanted him to be sniffing the panties which lay on the bathroom floor, and while she was wearing them. Irene quickly bustled up the stairs to her flat in her shiny raincoat, a package under her arm. As soon as she got through the door, she locked and bolted it; safe in her own little universe. She stripped naked and left her clothes where they fell, and eagerly opened the package; her cunt dribbled as she felt the soft latex outfit and accessories within, and took it with her to the bedroom, tossing it on her bed before having a quick shower. She did not dry herself off, leaving droplets of water dripping from her shapely body. She eased the one-piece suit on to her feet and slipped the luxurious latex up her wet legs, over her slim torso, and excited nipples; as she pulled the zip tight up her back and struggled into the hood, her perfectly outlined cunt bulged and expressed itself in a shiny black camel-toe. The gloves held her fingers tightly and slapped tight on her wrists as she let the elastic material go, she then took some cord and her favourite vibrator and sat excitedly on the bed; her whole body now glowing warm and her flesh squirming deliciously within the tight latex. She bound her ankles and knees with the cord, her cunt bulging with pleasure as the skin tight latex teased its folds and pressed firm against her enlarged clitoris, and her nipples pointed proudly from her secured breasts as she held her arms up and back in buckling the ball gag tight; her cunt now pulsing. She turned the lights down before squeezing her wrists into tightly elasticated cuffs. Irene now writhed around on her bed, imagining being trussed and enslaved before being purchased by a cruel and dominant master or mistress, her whole body tingling with the superbly erotic feel of the black second skin which squeezed at every erogenous zone; her cunt and nipples buzzing as she dreamed of being whipped and tormented, then put to good use by having every orifice violated. Now at the height of her fantasy, she clutched at the vibrator, stroking her bulging cunt as it gently hummed its song of promised pleasure, teasing her clitoris held tight by the latex; the sweet vibration richly enjoyed through the soft latex. As she squirmed ecstatically in her self-inflicted bondage, flexing her muscles against the bonds which teased her, she moaned in utter ecstasy as her cunt was brought home by the lush stimulation; biting her ball gag hard her whole body was awash with pleasure as she dreamed of being penetrated by the huge cock of her imaginary spiteful owner. She stretched her body out, pointing her toes like a ballerina as she indulged in a satisfying orgasm; the vibrator locked buzzing under her cunt as the latex and her fantasy served her well. She giggled through the gag and clicked her friend off; after a short doze in sweet bondage, she would repeat her pleasure several times. Ackerman Street Ch. 03 Melanie was like a teenage girl before her first date as she looked out to the bright morning sun with a broad smile, it would be a hot one today, in more ways than one. She had waxed her legs and shaved her cunt the evening before, and pulled on the tight black bikini bottoms which shimmered like lycra, and expressed her mature camel-toe perfectly. She smiled with satisfaction as she viewed her long legs and pert arse cheeks in the mirror, stroking her nipples to make them erect and admiring her breasts which sagged only a little for a woman of her advanced years. As she strapped on her bikini top, she compared herself with the flabby Wendy; Mart would not stand a chance, she would wrest his favours from that fat bitch, she was determined to have him under her thumb. Seeing him sniff her washed panties had excited her no end, and confirmed he would be easily manipulated; her dominant streak increased daily and the idea of having a younger male captivated by her passion, obedient and at her beck and call, made her freshly shaven cunt tingle with arousal. She had arranged things to ensnare him, knowing he was ready to take the bait; the broom he would require had been placed strategically in her utility room, next to her linen basket; the black lacy panties which had seen the excitement of her arousal yesterday, hung exposed and inviting from under the lid. Mart could not fail to see them, and once he had sampled a whiff of her cunt, she would have him hooked. She plied her lips with cherry lipstick, tied her hair in a bun, and slipped a kimono over her bikini before arranging her sun-bed and awaited his knock. Mart made a point of wearing tight briefs under his shorts; he had masturbated several times last night as he dreamed up erotic situations with Melanie, between looking up mature women on porn sites on his laptop, looking for women remotely like her. His cock had stiffened at the warm inviting cunts displayed by those with a vague resemblance; those in leather or with canes, firing his imagination, thanks to Wendy he was now hooked on the idea of being dominated. He had woken with an erection, but resisted the temptation of wanking again as he showered; he was full of hope that he could reach Melanie sexually, and awkwardly tucked his yearning cock into those tight briefs. Shorts and tee-shirt on, he made his way downstairs, and nervously knocked at her garden gate. Melanie smiled to herself, then did her best to appear indifferent as she adjusted her hair before opening the gate. Mart also did his best to appear as though reducing his rent was the only thing on his mind, though the soft scent which hit his nose, and the instant spark generated as their eyes met for the first time made his cock pulse. She pursed her red lips which shone invitingly in the sun's rays. "I'm so glad you're here to help me, I think you should do the lawn first; the mower's in the shed. I'll just catch some sun whilst you do that, then I'll show you how I like the buddlejah and lilac. You can see they need a little attention." Mart was already wishing it were she that required attention; as he pulled the mower from the shed, his balls tingled as she removed her kimono and strolled to the sunbed, he could not keep his eyes from the perfect globes of her rounded cheeks in the black bikini bottom, she smiled to herself as she bent, keeping her long legs straight and laid her kimono like a cushion at the head of the sunbed. Mart swallowed hard and tried to keep his mind on the job as he went up and down the short lawn. Melanie read a book, and pulled her legs up, showing a sweet camel-toe glistening in the black material; her nipples pointing through the fabric of the black top as she felt his eyes on her. He finished the task quickly and was thinking of what to say as he dumped the last of the grass cuttings on the pile behind the shed; as he turned she was standing there in all her glory, secataurs in hand. She gave him a smile as she glanced at the bulge in his shorts, her cunt bulging as she watched the sweat trickle down his cheeks. "It's so hot, why don't you take your shirt off? I'll show you how I like the shrubs; I like to keep them down, and firmly under control." Mart's cocked swelled at the possible innuendo, and she smiled wickedly. "Not too short though; I like the privacy their cover gives me in summer, I like to go topless in the weeks before I go abroad. When you're done, there's a broom in my utility room; through the French windows, you can sweep up and perhaps we'll have a little drink together." Mart watched her breasts bulge as she stretched and pointed to the level she would have things cut down to; his balls tingled as he imagined them without the top, taking in the sun. Melanie's cunt tingled in unison as she thought of her panties laid as bait. She and Wendy attended a social event some evenings; the two were on the periphery, both excited by a sexual awakening to feminine control. The two studied the lifestyle women there with envy, picking up tips as they viewed from the outside, slowly being drawn in by their enthusiasm and lust; it came so naturally to those women with males leashed and obedient, she now knew it was her time to make that step with a male, and thanks to Wendy's advances, Mart was ripe for the taking. Her cunt swelled and squirmed exquisitely in the bikini material as she strode back to the sunbed with deliberation; a whiff of those panties would render him hers, Wendy would be so jealous. Mart snipped away at the various shrubbery with his cock peeping through the elasticated band of his briefs as he rushed to complete his work; he gathered up the branches and larger debris, then nervously walked past the sunbed as Melanie lay stretched out, legs slightly apart, brazenly displaying the silhouetted cunt which he was destined to worship. She dropped the book she was reading as he approached the French windows. "Take your time in gathering the broom, there's no hurry; help yourself to a glass of water or two while you're there, I can see you are in need of refreshment." Mart was eager to get back and view her; he hoped that her offer of a drink with her hadn't just been a tease. He stepped through the windows and into the utility room; there was the broom, he turned on the sink tap to run cooler water and then he focused on the linen basket, and the panties. His heart jumped as though he'd found gold. Surely she can't have... He looked behind him, and then without hesitation he took the soiled panties and sniffed eagerly at the stained gusset; his cock went harder than ever as the delicious spicy scent of mature cunt... Melanie's mature cunt, invaded his senses like a narcotic. He pushed his free hand down his briefs and rubbed his stiff cock as he delighted in the spices from cunt and arsehole; God how he wanted to wank. He drank a glass of water rapidly, then sniffed the gusset again; how long had he been? She was sure to notice... just one more sniff. He placed the panties, hanging them from beneath the lid as he'd found them, and almost went into the garden minus the broom; he grabbed it and walked into the sunlight, hoping his face was not too red. Melanie smiled as her fingers stuck to a page; she had taken the opportunity to nurse her cunt while he sniffed, she spoke from behind the book as Mart began to finish up with the broom. "I hope you enjoyed a little refreshment; we'll have a much nicer one together when you're done, though it's getting a little hot out here now. I think you can entertain me indoors in the cool." Mart swiftly swept the debris away and piled it up with the rest of the compost, then walked awkwardly up to Melanie. "I hope it looks ok." Melanie sat up and placed her book on the sunbed, slowly crossing her legs; she smiled directly at him, without giving the garden a glance. "It looks just great; you can use my shower to freshen up, we can't have you dripping sweat everywhere; it's just past the utility room, don't be long, I'm looking forward to that drink." Mart did not hesitate and broke into a cold sweat as he stripped outside the cubicle and stepped in; his cock stuck out as he adjusted the temperature to warm. As he gelled himself, he noticed Melanie through the frosted glass, picking his clothes up. "I'll put these sweaty things in a bag for you; I have a large robe you can put on, you'll be nice and comfortable then. Vodka and coke on ice OK for you?" Mart's voice creaked a little as he responded. "Thanks... that'll be just great." Melanie rubbed her bulging lips through the fabric of her bikini as she studied his blurred form through the cubicle glass. "I'll be in my rear lounge when you're done, don't keep me waiting." On her way through, she stepped into the utility room and picked up the panties with a wicked grin. Mart slid the glass door to one side, half hoping she was still there; he padded himself dry and picked up the white robe which was a little tight on him, he tried to control his jutting cock, but the feel and feminine scent of the robe did nothing to help. He stepped nervously past the utility and into the open door just past it on the opposite side. The vision he saw there made him breathe uneasily, and had his balls tingling; the room was a complete contrast to the room he'd been invited into the other day, that one had been typical of a woman's residence with its bright wallpapers and flowery decor; this was dark and seductive with black leather seating and fur rugs, several erotic pictures adorned the walls, each with a distinctly dominant female theme about them. The room was nothing though, in comparison with the picture Melanie had become; she sat sideways on a leather couch, her thighs showing beneath a short black silk top, her breasts fully expressed by a tie around her waist, her nipples pointing like bullets. She smiled wickedly and said nothing, but pointed a stern finger to where she would have him sit. She smiled again as Mart tried desperately to manoeuvre without showing the bulging erection in the robe. She sipped her drink as he sat awkwardly opposite her, and she pointed to the large tumbler set out for him on the small table between them. "Drink your drink, I want to know more about you." Mart obliged without question and he drew breath after gulping the liquid; the measure being half and half, it hit gripped his throat as he swallowed. Melanie would not be denied now, he now knew from being allowed into her lair that her desires were dominant, and she knew that he was ripe for ownership. "I think you have a little confession for me, don't you?" She gave a stern smile and crossed her legs, a flash of her crotch increased the perplexed state Mart was now in; he blushed visibly as he thought on what she'd said as his balls tingled on the fleeting glance which confirmed she wore no panties. "I... I'm not sure what you mean?" Melanie smiled and finished her drink, putting the glass on the table, and then putting a hand behind her back. Mart gasped as she lifted the black lacy panties and twirled them on her finger. "I think you should take your robe off and kneel before me to confess; I know you like being controlled by mature women, and I think you know I fully intend to dominate you." She sighed with relief, having taken the plunge and set out her stall; there was no going back now, and she was thrilled as Mart did as he was told with little hesitation, her cunt tingling and yearning to sample his tongue. She smiled with satisfaction on seeing his erect cock bob excitedly as he knelt naked before her for the first time, transfixed by her and by his own actions; Mart knew he was hers and was mesmerised by his own intense desire to submit totally to this confident woman. His cock boned rigidly as she twirled the panties under his nose. "Tell me what you did with these. If you lie I shall spank you like a child, I know what you did, but I want to hear it from you; we are going to have a very special relationship, I have decided that I shall own you and you will abide by my rules at all times." Mart could not quite believe the surreal predicament he was in, and his balls were more than ready to spurt in worship of this divine woman as the sweet scent of the panties blended with the dominant energy which glowed from her. "I... I sniffed them. I wanted to know what you... what your sex smelled like; I... I want to worship you." Melanie's cunt oozed with arousal at her triumph over him. She wanted to embrace him and show soft affection, have him fuck her, but she would ensure he knew his place first... affection showed weakness and she would let that happen later. Her cunt buzzed as she thought of how she'd invite Wendy over, and show her that Mart was hers now. She threw the panties to the floor. "I think it's time you sniffed what scented those panties." Melanie lifted her feet to the seat and parted her legs, Mart's cock dribbled pre-cum as he gazed at the freshly shaven cunt, moist and slippery with arousal, the sweet flaps of her labia like a pink butterfly. Melanie grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her cunt. Mart sniffed at the delicious scent as Melanie ground his face into the soft warmth; she stretched her legs out and moaned with pleasure. "Lick me! Lick me! I want to come!" Mart slobbered at the lush taste of her juices, his balls tingling incessantly. Impatient for satisfaction, Melanie suddenly pulled his face away and stood up. "You'll please me in my bed, I want to face-sit you, come with me." Mart smiled with disbelief as he watched her delectable form lead him into the adjoining bedroom and command him to lie on the bed. His cock was bursting as she straddled his face and he watched the delicious cunt and arsehole descend to his face; he sniffed and lapped deliriously as she bucked on his face. She moaned urgently as her messy cunt slipped across his face, the black silk waving against his forehead as he stared up the crack of her rounded cheeks. "I'm going to leash you... display you... let everyone know I own you.. ohhhhhh!" Mart gasped for breath as she ground down in a fit of dominant ecstasy, smothering his face in her juices as she stiffened her back and moaned in pleasure. Sated for the moment, she sighed and Mart held his breath as she moved forward slightly, inviting his tongue to her arsehole, and leaning over her conquest, she took command of his stiff and willing cock. "You'll come whilst licking my arsehole and show me how much you want to be owned; you'll surrender your cream for me now, I want to see how much you need to worship me." Mart was all too ready to oblige and probed her hot anus, poking his tongue deep as his new mistress teased his stiff cock to a deeply fulfilling orgasm; his submission to her was confirmed as he arched his back and released a fountain of hot semen, grunting in recognition of his capitulation to a superior woman, spending in ecstasy as her hot anus gripped at his tongue in clarifying her dominance over him. Melanie giggled as she licked the salty cum from her fingers, and lay next to Mart, pulling the covers over them both and staring into his eyes, before embracing him; their lips meeting with a passion neither could quite comprehend. Mart had never felt more comfortable in his life as the mature Melanie took further command of him, opening her heart as she held him close. "I can't believe this is happening, but it has, and now you know where you belong. I am going to take complete control of you, and you will learn to take pleasure in tending my every need; you are mine now, and you'll start your new life by keeping me warm and safe for the next few hours. When we wake you are going to take a little shopping trip with me; I want you to look the part when we go on our first social function together." Mart's cock rose again as she squeezed him close and closed her eyes; he held her as though she were the captive, and closed his eyes too. Ackerman Street Ch. 04 Melanie Intended to be careful to keep her relationship with Mart indiscreet in respect of her other tenants knowledge of her enjoyment; Mart was ordered to leave by the rear door and go and change into some suitable clothing for his first excursion with his new mistress. As he left and re-entered by the rear door, climbing the stairs to his flat, the trouser-suited woman left her plush apartment and smiled knowingly at him as he moved to pass her; with her door still open he could not fail to see a picture which hung in the lounge beyond. The depiction was of a slender woman in neo-classical style, a whip hanging, even at this distance and in the half-light of the lounge, the haughty superiority of the face in the picture was explicit. The woman's high cheek bones seemed to rise even further as she smiled on noting Mart's eyes glance at the picture; she pretended not to notice as she closed the door behind her. "I hope your gardening went well; it's good to know there's someone available close at hand to perform such tasks willingly." Mart was a little amazed at the fact that she'd even noticed, his time tidying the garden itself had been quite brief; his balls tingled as it dawned on him that she may have guessed he'd been with Melanie all night. "Oh yes, it was nothing... I was glad to have the opportunity to do something." She smirked and looked him up and down as though imagining him in some other guise. "My name's Chloe by the way; Melanie said there was a handyman in the offing, l'll see if I can't find a task or two for you." Mart's heart pounded as he watched her firm arse walk away. "Oh... I'm Mart by the way." Chloe continued without turning and smiled to herself. "I know." As Mart turned to continue himself, she made a parting comment which made his cock swell. "If things ever get too intense with Melanie, you just knock on my door." Mart stopped dead in his tracks as Chloe's giggle disappeared down the stairs with her. Mart walked to the end of Ackerman Street as instructed by Melanie, she grinned through the windscreen as she pulled up in her car, and Mart took a deep breath as he pulled the door open and got in. She immediately put her hand on his crotch and felt his cock erect as he looked at her with mouth agape, she pursed her bright red lips and squirmed in her seat, making the tight black leather pencil skirt she wore squeak; his cock firmed as she waggled a thigh length shiny patent leather boot at him before driving off. She looked at the loose clothing he wore, as instructed. "Good boy! We want you to be able to slip in and out of your things quickly; l am going to have so much fun choosing things for you at one of my favourite little shops; I've dreamed of taking my very own male with me, each time I've been, the girls there will be so happy to see you." Mart's balls tingled with a strange anticipation, here he was with a woman who had appeared so straight-laced on first impressions, who had now dominated him, and looked sexier than ever; driving through the seedier part of town where the tattoo parlours and sex shops prevailed. She parked the car and grinned as she led him around a corner to a shop which had blue velvet curtains across the inside of both plate glass windows, no indication of what lay within was on display; 'Madam Rousseau's Boutique' was the legend above the premises, a name which somehow meant nothing, and yet everything. Melanie ushered him through the door and the transformation astounded him; the interior was like the drawing room of some palatial mansion, two crystal chandeliers hung from a high ceiling, lavish wallpaper adorned the walls, and velvety chairs sat on an expensive carpet. A buxom woman dressed smartly in black, smiled warmly at Melanie from behind severe looking glasses; she stood behind an oak panelled counter next to a further set of doors. "Madam Hart, how wonderful to see you again!" She strutted over, revealing boots similar to Melanie's, smiled wistfully, and then looked Mart up and down with a look of studied contempt which was no doubt routine when inspecting male customers accompanied by women. "Is he yours?" Melanie smiled proudly, Mart twisting awkwardly on the spot as he stood, aware of the bulge which betrayed the erecting of his cock in the loose leggings; he felt more owned than ever before, and Melanie did nothing to quell his excitement. "Oh yes Tara, he's mine in more ways than one; I'm so excited at seeing him try on some things which will make it apparent to all who see us in those special places." Tara touched the bulge in Mart's leggings, making his cock pulse and poke more prominently, both women smiling with satisfaction at his obvious sexual excitement. "I do so enjoy seeing submissive males brought here for the first time, I never tire of the novelty; follow me, we'll soon have him wearing something which will make him realise he is now the property of a firm woman." Mart's cock rose to a full erection as Tara first went to the entrance door, changing the sign to 'closed' and bolting the door; he was to receive the full and individual attention of the buxom shop mistress, and his anus tingled to match his balls. His eyes followed the delightfully rounded arses of the two mature women as they opened the second set of doors. The inner room was equally plush, and Mart gasped at the array of whips, canes, and costumes which filled the room. A younger woman with closely cropped blonde hair sat cross-legged on a chair beside a counter on a raised platform; she wore a black collar studded with diamonds and a chiffon top, through which her pert breasts displayed nipples which stiffened as she saw Mart. She stood and licked her lips, welcoming her mistress and Melanie; she smiled wickedly and pointed to a floor cushion in the far corner. Tara smiled with equally wicked pleasure and turned to Mart. "Clothes off and kneel on the cushion in the corner. My assistant Lydia will keep you in check while your mistress and I choose some suitable items." Lydia crossed her arms in dominant fashion as she watched Mart undress and expose his rude excitement to the three women, before meekly kneeling as ordered. Tara smiled at her assistant. "Lydia, ensure he is kept in the mood while the choices are made." Mart's cock bobbed as he watched Lydia lift her short skirt and slide her panties down her long legs, stepping one foot out, then lifting them with the other spiky stiletto; her cunt tingled with pleasure as she put one hand behind his head, and held the gusset over his nose and mouth, careful not to obstruct his eyes as she wanted him to see everything. Mart's cock dribbled as he sniffed at the delicious scent of cunt and arsehole, he was already desperate to come. Lydia sneered and rubbed the gusset softly up and down, ensuring his nose was treated to the spice of both holes as she spoke. "You'll see what your mistress will own you with now; they may look and sound very very harsh at first, but you will learn to love them, you'll cry like a baby to begin with, and then you'll beg to be caned and whipped; I know that many men have been broken with our little toys, it is so pleasing." Lydia rubbed the toe of her stiletto on Mart's bell-end, making him buck with pleasure and snort through the spicy gusset; she was very pleased with the shiny trail of pre-cum it left on her shoe, she then held his head firm as Tara picked an evil looking whip from the display. "This is our 'Dominator', it makes a delicious sound to enhance the pleasure of both mistress and submissive, and can be used freely even when mistress is angry; it is cleverly made and will not cut your slave, but will inflict the most exquisite pain. I've had the pleasure of seeing many a male's spirit broken completely with this one." Lydia held the panties tight against Mart's face as the buxom Tara demonstrated the action of the whip to Melanie, smiling and emphasising the curves of her body with one hand on her hip, she looped the whip through the air and brought it back with a vicious yet appealing crack. Mart's cock boned and Lydia giggled as the whip was handed to Melanie, who also expressed her dominant feminine shape as she practiced with the whip for the first time, smiling with pleasure at its pleasing application. The two picked various items of punishment and clothing to add to those items Melanie already had secreted at home, but most significant were the items that would bring Mart into line, and show that he was well and truly owned. Happy with her selection, the two now strutted back to Mart. Tara sneered down at his erect cock. "I see you've enjoyed Lydia's panties; I expect your mistress will have something to say about that when she gets you home. Now we'll see what you look like when properly prepared for presentation with your owner." Melanie had already worked herself into a state of wild excitement, her cunt in full arousal at this seemingly natural progression; Mart kneeling naked and obedient in complete acceptance of the collar she had now selected for him. It was all so routine for the smiling Tara and Lydia, how else could it be? These were simply another happy couple who had realised the true order of life; the two haughty bitches smiled with approval as the inferior male was made to know his place with this undeniable symbol of ownership, their cunts tingling too as they noted Mart's cock stiffen with submissive pleasure as his mistress gleefully buckled the collar about his neck. Like any other domestic pet, he would know and recognise the discipline of his mistress; the whip she had demonstrated her agility with would be used at her pleasure, Tara and Lydia knew her male would free his semen to the sheets when chastised with it; confirming his natural and absolute submission. Mart was close to coming as all three women treated him like a toy while first a body harness was fitted, and then his cock and balls were fitted with tight rings; Melanie teasing the underside of his bell-end with a sharp nail, making his rampant cock perk and dribble and ensuring he felt the full benefit of a restricting ring directly behind his glans. The feel of the cold metal behind the flange of his bell-end made Mart feel truly enslaved, but the wicked Tara had a surprise gift for her latest customer, one which would truly put him in his place. Tara winked at Lydia and the two sneered with pleasure as they showed the item to a delighted Melanie, whose eyes lit up at the cruel device in Tara's palm. "This is a Kali Ring, you must put this on him after he has been allowed relief and his cock is flaccid; these spikes will teach him that he must erect only when under your command." Mart looked upon the evil device open mouthed as Tara took great pleasure in showing him the wicked spikes which would girth his cock. She grinned contentedly as she saw the fear on his face. "The beauty of it is that the submissive will enjoy the pain it brings; the more the enjoyment, the harder the erection, the greater the pain. Lydia And I have seen many customer's slaves with pock-marked bell-ends, permanently marked by their enslavement to the ring, their mistresses come here for smaller, more restrictive versions to keep them in check. It is so pleasing to tease a slave wearing one, and watch his pain as his cock swells and the teeth bite." Melanie closed the two halves of the menacing spiked ring together and held it to the tip of Mart's throbbing bell-end, smIling with satisfaction as his cock pulsed on him noting it's diminutive circumference; yes, it would cause him exquisite pain and let him know she was in charge of even his erections. She laughed as she witnessed his expression at the thought of having it command his cock nearly made him shoot, then showed him another article which would prevent him from doing just that. Lydia sneered and pulled on his new leash to ensure he felt completely under feminine control as his mistress showed him a shiny steel cock cage. "Oh yes, you'll not come unless I allow it. Your cock belongs to me now, and this is the design I've always desired for my male; it holds your cock in a downward position, symbolically showing it's obedience." Mart was speechless as he looked at the downward curve of the steel cage and the padlock which would stop him masturbating; the women's laughter was cruel and had his presently liberated cock dribbling pre-cum. Tara pointed to a large mirror. "I think you should let him see how he looks, and how other women will see him when you're out at those special functions." Melanie led him by his leash for the first time, and Mart willingly followed, posing before the mirror with the whip which he would shortly enjoy; Tara and Lydia stood proudly behind as Mart saw himself owned and under the complete control of his mistress for the first time; he yearned to feel that whip. Wendy rubbed her bulbous cunt as she stood naked with cane, ready to administer the coup de grace to the equally bulbous middle-aged male who squirmed expectantly on her bed, trussed and gagged with her panties, his plugged arse striped by her feminine ire. The chubby landlady panted to regain her breath, her cunt oozing as she found solace in chastising one of her regular acquantancies from the club, but oh how she wished it were Mart; she'd show him the error of his ways as soon as she had the opportunity, how dare he ignore her for so long. She placed the cane firmly on the hairy arse below her, and smiled as it rose obediently, before the torso which owned it began to hump the bed impatiently; her slave of the moment was eager to surrender his cream under the dominant woman's cane. She tensed her arm and grimaced menacingly. "I shall now have your full tribute in honour of the punishment awarded. I will accept nothing less than your complete submission." With Mart still in her mind, she vented her anger on the submissive cur below her, and the strength of her venom was not lost on him. She rained down stroke after stroke, her large breasts wobbling excited nipples as she enjoyed hearing the slave whine in pain through the panties, bucking on the sheets and bringing his stiff cock ever closer to a delicious surrender as the smiling bitch cut and striped his bound are with her final salvo. Her cunt came close to the orgasm it would shortly enjoy by her slave's tongue as he moaned and stiffened, announcing his complete surrender. Wendy savoured her dominance, lifting her head back majestically and taking in the enjoyment of seeing the dominated male moan in pleasure and pain, spurting the contents of his punished balls generously and in complete submission to the superior woman; he was hers and both knew it, Wendy grinning in triumph with tingling cunt as she thoroughly enjoyed the ecstasy of her slave's admission of surrender to her; she continuing to apply stinging cuts with the cane as he bucked and slithered in his own sticky mess, wallowing in submissive heaven as the middle-aged woman's folds of flesh rippled as she dominated him. As Wendy slid her slimy cunt and fat arse cheeks over the grateful slave's face to allow him to worship his dominator in respectful style, the phone rang. In true domineering style, the male was allowed to continue savouring the taste of her sweaty cunt as she nonchalantly dealt with the call. "Hi Wendy... it's me, Celia. Having me move in to Ackerman Street has certainly paid dividends... You won't like what you hear at first, but I think you may be able to turn it to your advantage... especially as a certain landlady owes you a favour..." The slave got the benefit of the call as Wendy listened on; she ground her fat arsehole into his face, nearly suffocating him, he knew something had both displeased and yet excited her. She finished the call, her cunt buzzing. "Hurry up and make me come slave, it's your lucky day; I'm going to thrash you again, within an inch of your life." Ackerman Street Ch. 05 Melanie dropped Mart off at the junction with Ackerman Street and ordered him to go straight to her flat he did so and entered covertly by the rear door. He eagerly stripped and was attired by his mistress, who spent an eternity posing with him, carefully choosing various outfits. Mart looked up at her from his knees, leashed and ready to indulge Melanie in realising her fantasy of leading him at her club, but he yearned to be dominated immediately; Melanie was like minded, and smiled wickedly half way through a change of outfits, her cunt in need of attention after the excitement earlier and arousal through the divine feel of leather and latex. She left her bottom half bare and stepped into some black stilletos, her excited breasts peeping over the top of a leather Basque. She walked slowly to Mart and picked up her new whip. She smiled wickedly as his cock rose to a full erection on realisation that she was to demand satisfaction. "I can see the only way we will get you into some of your smaller accessories will be to show you the error of your ways; I want to see my property caged so that you'll not waste yourself when I'm not around, I know how you love to sniff panties and there are plenty of women here, you'll not waste your seed without my permission." Mart's anus tingled a little as she smiled and pointed to the floor and took his leash, the idea of being caged both excited and scared him little; he was used to masturbating every day, now she would control him, she knew what he was thinking and her cunt buzzed as she enjoyed the power she held over him. Pointing to the floor was her command for him to sink to all fours and she led him like a dog to the boudoir room, his cock stiff and ready as he watched her superb arse mince before him, new whip swinging as she strutted in readiness for its virgin application. His balls tingled with submissive pleasure; he knew he would soon shoot his load under her sweet dominance. She ordered him to lay face down on the bed and switched a bright spot-lamp on to illuminate her target, before hurriedly tugging the curtains across the window; in her haste for satisfaction she left a small gap. Celia had seen Melanie arrive back from upstairs, and had smiled curtly as she witnessed Mart arriving just a minute or so later; she had decided to 'accidentally' engage him and invite him into her flat; a friend of Wendy's, she had a voracious sexual appetite and had become somewhat aroused when the chubby landlady had elaborated on her sexual exploits with the young man. In her late thirties and blonde and shapely, she had no difficulty in finding men to fuck her, but her deepest desire lay within a spiteful streak in her sexuality; her orgasms were greatly enhanced when she had dominated weaker males, but they did not often make their desire apparent in general life; like Wendy and Melanie she had visited the club, but had looked on in envy at the owned males there, male's strange ego's meant they rarely visited unaccompanied; those that did were swiftly swept away by the more 'professional' dommes. Mart's exposure to Wendy had aroused her, initially just observing him and passing information back to her friend, she now desired to have her share of him too; when he didn't appear on the stairs she knew where he was and rubbed her cunt in frustration, before deciding to venture downstairs. Melanie had Mart kneel by the bed and she clambered onto it, pushing her soft arse in his face and then spread her cheeks, allowing the delicious scent of her feminine tang stimulate the male she now well and truly owned; his cock bobbed erect and aching as he sniffed at her mature arsehole. "You'll give my arsehole a good licking, and then you'll beg for the whip; I shall be more than pleased to oblige you, and then when you've surrendered your seed, and surrender it you will, I shall be thanked by having my cunt licked to satisfaction. When we're done I shall take great pleasure in caging your cock till I'm ready to allow you relief again. Now lick my arsehole." His cock dribbled as he inhaled and felt the warmth of her cheeks about his face and gladly licked at her sticky pucker, the tart taste making him yearn to come, the soft anus opening sweetly for him and inviting his tongue to probe the tighter inner depths. She nursed her cunt and gripped the whip tightly with her free hand, studying its vicious leather tails which splayed out on the bed; moaning with a victorious feeling as she enjoyed the service of his tongue, deep in her arsehole, her excited thoughts were that she was truly dominant now and she knew she would come like never before after he had been whipped at her pleasure. As her cunt dripped with arousal she was ready to thoroughly dominate. "Enough! Beg to be whipped by your mistress!" He pulled his face from the one delicious task and blurted out the request; he wanted her to whip him, and the humiliation of asking for it was exquisite. "Please whip me mistress... I deserve it." She laughed, but her clitoris blossomed with erotic fervour at his willingness, ready for the pleasure of his tongue after she had exacted her authority with the whip. She stepped from the bed and pointed to it; her slave obeyed meekly to the command and she held the whip under his face as he lay quivering in expectancy. "Kiss the whip in gratitude for the many pleasures it will bring you." Mart eagerly pressed his lips to the many tails of the flail, the smell of the leather ensuring his cock went rigid and making him raise his arse in anticipation of his punishment. Melanie shivered all over with a thrill of expectancy as she raised the whip for the first time; she was now in control of him and a spiteful bitchiness flooded her senses as she was overcome with an erotic desire to cause him pain. With a stern smile she brought the flail down on his bare flesh, making him gasp and buck as the leather tails slapped flat against his arse cheeks, making them glow pink and serving to make him writhe and hump the mattress as the pain smarted through him. Celia descended the stairs and stood by the main door for a moment, before turning and walking down to the rear door, opening it and carefully peeping through the windows of Melanie's flat, hoping to perhaps catch some sight of them talking together. As she reached the final window, she was a little disappointed at first on noting the drawn curtains, and then she noticed a chink of light from the gap between them; it was twilight now, and the spot-lamp within the room was brighter than the fading light outside. Celia edged toward the gap and stared open-mouthed as she watched Melanie pose half naked and thrash Mart with the flail. She looked from side to side to ensure she was not observed by anyone else; the garden wall behind her obscured any view from the rear, the high fence dividing this property from the next gave her shelter one side, and the curve of the rear wall hid her from anyone using the rear entrance. She sighed with pleasure as she lifted her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties, sliding a finger up and down her excited slit and massaging her bulging clitoris as she enjoyed Mart being dominated by her friend's nemesis. Mart could not believe just how painful the flail could be, nor could he comprehend the perverse enjoyment the stinging pain gave him; the lush sense of submission made his anus and balls tingle as he accepted the dominance of his mistress, his cock rubbing to an inevitable eruption below him as Melanie's spiteful side increased with each stinging stroke she inflicted. Her cunt was now wet with excitement as she dominated him thoroughly, thrashing him six strokes at a time, and then pausing to enjoy watching him writhe in an erotic blend of pain and pleasure. She increased the venom of her applications with each batch, immersed in the heady pleasure of her dominance and the glowing but undamaged buttocks before her bearing testament to the haughty ship-owner's advice; he was being taught a stern lesson and receiving confirmation of his ownership, and she was imposing that lesson with rigid authority. The yelps and cries that Mart had emitted when the discipline began now turned to moans as his body stiffened and convulsed in ecstacy; Melanie grinned grinned with a pleasure of her own and thrashed him continually as he surrendered his seed in submission. He jerked and spent in a delirious frenzy, owned and punished by his delectable mistress. He spurted freely and willingly as he glanced at her shapely body and smiling face, her arm raising and falling in sweet arcs as he submitted. Celia looked on in envious fashion, tempered only by her restrained moans as she brought herself off, rubbing her clitoris vigorously, her knees almost giving out as she watched slave and mistress enjoy a deeply erotic union. She panted with pleasure and almost banged her head against the window as Melanie dropped the flail and mounted the bed, lifting Mart's head as she slipped her generous thighs over his shoulders to have her cunt licked. Mart sniffed at the beautiful scent of her arousal and surveyed the deliciously shiny lips of her cunt through bleary eyes as she impatiently pulled his face into it. "You'll show your appreciation now; I see you like our new friend, I'm glad you emptied your balls so thoroughly, we'll have little trouble caging that cock now." Mart lapped at her sweet folds in an almost trance-like state, the orgasm had almost drained his energy and willpower as well as his balls, but servicing his mistress was almost as pleasurable; whipping him had brought her close to orgasm, and the briefest attention of his tongue to her clitoris had her raising her legs high and moaning as she came, deeply satisfied with her domination of him. Celia watched as the giggling Melanie squeezed his cock into the shiny steel cage and padlocked it; the sex session she had witnessed had made her envious enough, but she sighed with jealousy as the two then lay down together and pulled the duvet over themselves for a post-sex sleep in each-others arms. She crept back to the stairs and went up to her flat. She would release a little of the pain by sharing what she'd seen with Wendy; she smirked as she thought how the chubby landlady had boasted at how she was to serve her boy with his first caning, Melanie had certainly stolen her thunder, but she knew that Mart would feel that cane anyway. Irene's cunt bulged in her latex panties as she quickly tip-toed down the stairs under the cover of her shiny plastic mac and rang the bell to Chloe's flat. The door opened and the elegant women stood before her, smoking a cigarette and cutting an imposing figure in thigh length boots with whip and black Basque with full length black cape, her eyes ringed by thick liner. "About time too. In you come and kiss my feet. Immediately." Irene discarded her mac and bent to the dominant woman's feet after the door was closed and locked behind her. Chloe puffed her cigarette and looked down at the slim latex clad arse and slender waist with contempt. "Up! You are just in time to see our guest shoot his load for the second time; he will be so glad of an audience. Irene followed meekly through the corridor of the plush apartment, and her cunt tingled as she saw a hooded male, trussed naked on the polished wooden floor, his cock rudely erect despite there being a spray and small pools of recently spent semen on the foorboards. She bent with a sneer and lifted his cock, and then stubbed her cigarette out on his scrotum, making him grunt in agony through the ball gag which saved the neighbours from the alarm of his torture. She grinned with pleasure at his agony. "There's plenty more to come tonight; I haven't wasted my money on a double dose of Viagra for nothing. I know how you love to be humiliated, so I've invited a friend to watch how I deal with submissive males; she already knows too well how I deal with submissive females, being one herself. You will come for me again while she watches, and if you are a good boy, for your third orgasm of the night I will have her suck your cock while I fuck her arse; she so loves to be dominated that way." She looked sternly at Irene and pointed to floor, clicking her fingers. "Kneel and learn how easily males are dominated; he is going to shoot within three minutes, and his offering will not be a disappointment with another woman viewing his humiliation." Irene knelt in the latex which warmed her cunt and arsehole ready for the treat to come, as Chloe strutted over to the squirming male, kicking a large wooden block over to him; he shuffled to meet it and lay his cock on it as he lay bound on his side, he knew what was to come. With a wicked smile the dominant woman stepped one of her feet onto the board, pinning his cock to it with her spiked heel. Her cunt swelled with cruel pleasure as she she watched him writhe and moan in agony; she gave him something else to think about as she began to whip him; he would come in less than two minutes.