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Appointment by Card Only Ch. 01

By: Sputnik57



She had always been so vulnerable, growing up with the other boys it was so obvious she was not like them. Now in their late teens as adulthood announced itself to the others by adorning them with bodily hair and a developing musculature, they laughed at the soft hairless form of the one who was well known to them, but only from an external perspective. The feminine tendencies peaked within her at this time; she found other boys strangely attractive, and something also stirred within the loins of most of those who were acquainted with the soft boy, though none admitted it openly. 

Now pretty faced and with thick blonde hair, her soft red lips completing a girlish face, they would have the sweet one accompany them in their masculine jaunts which apart from the public places like shopping malls included the privacy of the woods and fields which surrounded the town; in a makeshift camp in the woods the large and hairy males would make her strip naked, enjoying her tears as she protested in vain. One by one they would produce their eager and erect cocks as they admired her sweetly feminine shape, and the tearful sissy was made to wank them as they laughed at her. 

As they shot their hot spunk it was noted that the sissy's little cock stood firm in its own arousal despite the tears; the sweet sense of submissive pleasure readily growing within her. Having eagerly shot their hot contributions upon her downy legs and soft belly, she was left alone to make her own way home, forced to use her underwear to wipe their sticky cum from her soft flesh. On returning home the weeping sissy would lay on her bed and wank as she thought of those cocks, dreaming of being bound and punished as her almost hairless balls tingled in ecstasy and delivered her sissy cream. Alone in the house, she took comfort in wearing her sister's soft panties and tights, admiring herself in the mirror and wanking several times. On following days the smiling males would knock at her door and she was compelled to follow them across the fields to the camp in the woods, her cock as stiff as theirs.

Now alone in her meagre bedsit, Peter had long become Poppy; apart from those she communicated with on sissy websites, nobody other than those at the benefits office knew her true gender. The softly attractive girl spent what little she had on the pettiest clothes she could afford. Her cock bulged in the snug satin panties as she crossed her legs in girlish fashion and finished doing her nails in pink; her benefit was in the bank account, she would go shopping today.

Madam Ruth Palmer smiled as she looked out from the window of her well-appointed detached residence as one of her maids dusted the shiny stilettos she stood in; the dominant woman cut an imposing figure in her smart and tight outfit, her mature womanly curves and breasts expressing her imposing feminine form magnificently. Her brown hair up in a bun, high cheekbones and lined brown eyes adding to her natural severity. She had rid herself of a weak husband and had set herself up as the madam of an exclusive house for the pleasure of gentlemen and gentlewomen alike. She was always on the lookout for fresh recruits to suit all tastes; often arriving home with younger females who she would sample herself in one of the many bedrooms, her dominance was not gender specific. Though most male submissives would be farmed out to one of her many dominant female employees, she would often dominate male clients herself when one took her special fancy.

She pointed the maid to the door.

'That will be all Lucy, you may keep the bed in suite three warm until I return; if I am unaccompanied you will demonstrate your tongue service, if not you will witness and assist in the submission of a new member of our little family; as with any Saturday I have a good feeling about today.' The maid bowed her head in reverence to her owner and with tingling pussy went to the room. Ruth strutted down the grandiose stairway and sneered with pride at a male servant who waited at the foot of the stairs, on his knees with head bowed.

'Car James! If we arrive and return without incident or hindrance I shall allow you to masturbate at my feet.' His cock swelled as he kissed her feet and then hurried away as she walked to the front door. He arrived with the large black Mercedes from the side of the house as she descended the steps and he eagerly opened the rear door for her.

'The Mall Madam Palmer?' She smiled contentedly at the submissive's servility.

'Yes James, the Mall.' 

Bruce Miller dragged himself from his bed, his cock stiff with the need to relieve himself and with the sleepy fantasy he was having about the stern women that excited him. As he emptied his bladder his bleary thoughts returned to the night before when had disclosed to the boss of a company he had done freelance work for, in a drunken stupor, his need for sexual relief. The gratified boss, pleased with the work which had earned him a large contract, had slipped him a card with an address on it. He had simply smiled and tapping his nose had said how this house catered for any sexual preference he may have; it was an up-market business the cost of which would be way beyond his normal financial resources, the card signed by the owner would allow him a gratis session. His cock remained stiff as he remembered the card and searched frantically through the pile of clothes he had worn last night. There it was; just an address with a signature below it, nothing which disclosed the nature of the business involved. The soft aroma of expensive feminine scent wafted from it, making his balls tingle; 'Any preference catered for' he thought to himself.

Poppy's cock stiffened as she gave a leering man a soft smile as he made way for the pretty girl he saw to alight from the bus. She felt his eyes burn into the soft firm cheeks of her arse as it wiggled in the tight dress when she stepped gingerly down to the pavement in her high heels. She never tired of the thrill she got at being so feminine and being out in public as the girl she wanted to be; her sexuality making her even more feminine than most girls, and the soft figure with small puffy breasts she had been blessed with ensured she gave many male onlookers an instant erection. She yearned to be taken like a girl by a strong and adoring male and had come close to meeting some through the websites she patronised but needed to be sure that they would want her long term and not just for sex, it was a difficult situation but it kept her very horny as she lusted for sweet submission to the right male. 

She enjoyed the glances and rude smiles as she ascended on the escalator to the upper tier of the mall, her nipples feeling very sensitive and her tight little anus clenching as she dreamed of being held down and having it invaded by a stiff cock; if only her circumstances were a little more favorable, she could then widen her outlook and get noticed by someone she could truly desire. She minced her soft arse past one of the more expensive stores; she was on a tight budget, and then walked back to it with a smile, just looking could do no harm. Her little cock was stiff and oozing in her tight panties as her pink nailed fingers felt the softness of some black lacy underwear; the price was way beyond her means but oh how she would love to have them against her soft white flesh. There was a coffee shop in the centre of the store; from it a stern woman sat with a male who sipped obediently at a glass of water while she sat cross legged and indulged in a cappuccino. Her hawkish eyes watched the delicate sissy lust over the lingerie; her pussy buzzed as she studied the sweet nubile shape and soft blonde hair. She gave James a stern look.

'You wait here and don't speak out of turn to anyone. If you are a good boy I may allow you to sniff my panties when you wank for me; today becomes more exciting by the moment.' James was in no position to disobey even if he could. His cock boned as he watched his Mistress's large and firm arse bustle toward the lingerie section; he hoped that she was very excited as he thought of being allowed to sniff the gusset of her discarded panties as he wanked at her feet. The stern woman casually edged closer to the sissy and deftly sniffed at her soft hair. It was then that she noted that the pretty hands, though still very dainty and delicate, were just slightly larger than she would have expected for a girl of her stature. Expert in the form of both male and female, having viewed so many, her attention then turned to the shoulder width; thought the sissy's arms were very slender and feminine, the bony shape of the blades and collar bones - although softly proportioned - told her it was very likely this was a boy. Her pussy tingled with excitement.

'These garments are so lovely! I really must try some on. I know this is very cheeky of me, but would you mind coming to the changing rooms with me to give your honest opinion on how they look on? I can't get my chauffeur to do it, that would just not be proper; I would be eternally grateful.' Poppy stood with mouth agape for a moment and Ruth's mature cunt was now gaping to match as she took in the soft red lips, large sapphire eyes, and pretty soft face that looked at her. Poppy blushed and felt compelled to oblige; this formidable looking woman had such a presence about her.

'Oh... Oh OK, I err.. don't mind at all, though I doubt I'll be a very good judge.' Ruth took several items from the rack.

'These are exquisite; which ones will you try on?' Poppy blushed again and smiled softly.

'Oh I can't afford... I mean I was just looking, they are so nice.' Ruth was now even more interested; pretty young girls, and sissies, who were not so comfortably off financially were easier to entice, this one was gorgeous and there were many gentleman clients who would pay good money to be entertained by such a delicate flower. She grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.

'Oh there are so many young people down on their luck at the moment, and I have more resources than I know what to do with; I will make a gift of that bra you like so much if you'll accept? It's not like you need a huge one like me, if you don't mind me saying!' Poppy was reluctant but she would love to own the lacy bra.

'Oh I couldn't, it's very kind of you to offer though.' Ruth smiled as she noticed Poppy's pink nails were still feeling the luxurious material.

'I would love to see it on you, just the same! Come with me and then I'll ask you again; there's no harm in you trying it on.' Poppy blushed again as she took the tiny bra from the rack and the dominant woman held her hand firmly, leading her to the changing booths. Poppy was still a little uncomfortable but this was only a middle-aged lady; what harm could she come too? James looked across with his cock stiff and needing that wank more than ever; he had seen his Mistress recruit young girls this way many times, and this one was very pretty indeed; he hoped she'd be a submissive he could tease and receive favour from when his Mistress was not around. 

Ruth's cunt continued to tingle as she led the sissy into one of the larger booths and swished the curtain closed behind them.

'I won't keep you too long, no doubt you have people waiting on you.' Quite innocently, Poppy sealed her fate and Ruth knew she would be keeping her for some time.

'Oh that's OK, I live independently; I live on my own, I like it that way at the moment.' Ruth was ecstatic as she slipped out of her tight skirt and blouse; Poppy couldn't help but look jealously on at her superb feminine curves and ample breasts held firm in a very expensive looking bra. Her large womanly thighs were displayed magnificently in stockings and garter belt; Poppy blushed and turned to look away. Ruth laughed aloud to ease the sissy's embarrassment, but sneered secretly in triumph as she looked at the pretty arse which she would shortly own.

'I know, stockings are so old fashioned, but I find it keeps a man keen and makes up for my age.' She quickly bustled into the new things and touched Poppy's shoulder.

'There! What do you think?'. Poppy turned and gave a gentle smile as she viewed a woman whose body shape she could only dream of emulating; her mature curved hips and full breasts poked magnificently in black lace.

'Oh, you look wonderful!'. The stern woman's cunt tingled as she moved forward and held the sissy's soft arms, making Poppy's little cock tingle along with her anus which clenched as though struck by some strange foreboding. Ruth smiled as she felt the sissy tremble, and released the grip on her; she would hold her completely before long.

'Now, let's see you in that bra!' Ruth turned and faced the other way as the sissy eased her dress over her slender shoulders and pulled off her pink bra, replacing it with the black lace. Ruth turned and looked at the sweet sissy; the tiny bra helped enlarge Poppy's puffy little breasts which barely filled the modest cups. Poppy's balls tingled at the deliciously feminine feeling this bra gave her and Ruth gently eased her to look in the mirror; she saw herself standing next to the formidable woman, so sexy in her lace and stockings. Ruth's cunt bulged as she thought of showing her to her gentlemen clients who were very well-to-do; she would keep her 'intact' and gauge their reaction before deciding her fate; the sissy would fetch a good price as a slave to one of her overseas clients perhaps? She snapped back to the immediate situation.

'See how cute you look! You must have it!' Poppy loved it but was still torn at accepting such a generous gift from an absolute stranger for so trivial a service.

'Oh I... I couldn't, it's so nice but...' Ruth placed one of her expensively manicured fingers on the sissy's soft red lips and smiled. She would now effect the capture of her delicious prey.

'You come and have a coffee with me and then decide; I'll at least buy you a drink for helping me.' Poppy felt obliged to accept a coffee; why not? James suppressed his grin as the two emerged from the booths; he knew the routine so well. His eyes met with those of his stern Mistress; he could tell by her flushed face that her panties would be a delight to sniff as he wanked for her, and this pretty young girl was so sweet. Ruth clicked her fingers as the two sat.

'Two more cappuccinos James.' Poppy jumped at little at the commanding bark which came from the woman who had spoken to her so gently, and her balls tingled all the more as the man she was with bowed his head and went to the self-service counter without question. Ruth smiled and put her hand on Poppy's delicately painted fingers.

'I do so love to have men know their place; of course it's easier when you are their employer as well.' James smiled wickedly as he deftly took the phial from his pocket and laced the left-hand coffee with the substance; he loved the helpless look on their faces as they were driven back to a life of sexual slavery, it increased the orgasm he had earned as he indulged in his own submission to his dominant Mistress. His cock was rock hard as he thought of those panties. He returned and the coffee on the left was placed in front of Poppy; Ruth's cunt oozed in her panties as she watched those soft red lips embrace the small white cup and take in the coffee. Within a minute the large blue eyes dilated, Ruth sneered with satisfaction as Poppy tried to speak but could not manage a sentence. The dominant woman took the black lacy items and hung them over the empty chair behind them.

'I have so many pretty things at home that you will look so much better in; you are such a pretty little thing, and you will be a very popular girl amongst my gentlemen friends.' She put her arm under the table and up the sissy's skirt; Poppy's little cock erected as the manicured hand eagerly fondled it.

'Oh yes, you are very special girl indeed, and we are going to make you even more special.' Poppy stared with a fixed gaze as the two helped her to her feet and walked her to the car park exit; a girl from the store picked up the black lacy lingerie from the chair after they left.

'Some people!' 

Poppy was now under Ruth's complete control and could only breath heavily without speaking as the comfort of the car and the warmth of Ruth's caress made her feel so uncomfortable, helpless, trapped. James grinned in the rear view mirror at her glassy stare; he would spunk plentifully with that in his memory. Ruth saw his look and smiled as she worked her panties down her legs, held them up on her shiny stiletto, and then twirled them on her finger.

'You have done very well today James, but you have smiled once too often; I shall have Rowena cane you after you have disgraced yourself at my feet. I will have total obedience from all males.' James gasped and nearly shot his load at the thought.

'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.' He drew the car up close to the front door and opened the door for his Mistress and they both helped Poppy from the car. A smiling maid hurried down the steps to take in the new recruit.

'Take her to suite three and tell Mistress Rowena and the other staff to come to the main lounge, James is to be humiliated and punished.' She turned to James, twirling the panties on her finger.

'Park the car James, then go to the main lounge and strip naked; you may then receive my panties and the punishment you have earned.' 

James knelt naked and cowering, his cock erect and on display for the delight of the grinning maids and madams of the house; one of which was the strict dominatrix Mistress Rowena. She stood by a low bolstered horse over which James would be caned at her pleasure after masturbating before the female household members. Mistress Ruth strutted into the lounge and walked over to the subservient James. The women grinned as he kissed her feet without the need for the slightest request; he truly knew his place amongst all women and he was in total awe of her power. 

'Tell the ladies what you want to do for me today James, then beg for my panties. I want this over with quickly, I wish to go and receive comfort from our new prize. I shall not remain to witness your caning, I am sure Mistress Rowena will administer a thorough thrashing, which is what you deserve for your indiscipline.' The women smirked and chuckled as they awaited the first part of his humiliation; only gentleman clients were afforded any level of respect by the maids and madams, they were all Mistress to male servants, and ritualistic punishment was routine.

'Mistress, I wish to sniff your panties and wank at your feet in honour of your unquestionable dominance. I beg you, let me sniff your panties.' The women laughed and sneered as the naked male was reduced to begging to commit a base act. Ruth smiled with satisfaction as she took the panties and wrapped them about his face, pegging them behind his head. The women jeered as he gasped and snorted through the gusset, his cock bobbing and boning at the intoxicating scent of a thoroughly dominant woman's cunt and arsehole; a thin line of sticky pre-cum dribbled down from his bell-end, delighting the women. Ruth stood dominantly over him as he wanked frantically, snorting eagerly at the sweaty gusset as his hand stroked his bone-hard erection; his submission was complete as he moaned and convulsed, bringing rapturous applause and taunting from the women as he spurted thick loops of hot semen in humiliated ecstasy. Ruth pulled the panties from his head and pointed down to her black stilettos down which white blobs of warm spunk dribbled. He licked his own spunk from her shoes gratefully.

The women applauded again as Ruth walked off to suite three to receive her own pleasure, and Mistress Rowena looped a choking leash over the humiliated male's head and led him on all fours to be caned on the bolstered horse. Two maids gleefully bound his ankles and wrists to its legs, and he was soundly thrashed by the spiteful ginger haired dominatrix, Mistress Rowena. The women laughed as the adult male was quickly reduced to tears, wailing like a child as his exposed and lifted buttocks were striped red-raw. His submission soon overtook his pain and the women applauded again as he enjoyed a second humiliating but satisfying orgasm, brought forth by the savage application of the ginger domme's cane.


Appointment by Card Only Ch. 01



Ruth entered suite three and looked down on the naked sissy who lay next to the bed-warming maid. Poppy's eyes gazed helplessly up at the magnificently stern woman as she smiled wickedly and stripped naked.



Appointment by Card Only Ch. 02



Madam Ruth was more than pleased with her days work as she descended to the bed and stroked the soft white body of the helpless sissy, Poppy mustering a whimper as the dominant Madam. Cupped the soft pink scrotum and gently worked the dainty cock to an erection; she was scared but the surreal situation along with the gentle warmth of the two females, combined with the Madam's overpowering assertiveness, made her cock stiffen with sexual pleasure as it was stroked. Ruth smiled softly.

'That's it my pretty thing, you shall enjoy your stay with us, and stay you shall.' She draped her full breasts across the sissy, her poking nipples feeling the softness of her soft white flesh as she moved Poppy onto her side and took the hand from her balls to gently rub her soft arse, moving her hand gently into the cleft of her cheeks and slipping a finger into her tight arsehole. The sissy's cock stiffened as she felt the probing finger, inviting more vigorous strokes from the dominant woman. The maid looked on eagerly, viewing her Mistress with pleading eyes; Ruth grinned.

'Go and get Moore; tell him he has earned a caning from you for releasing his balls and I shall witness it. You will shortly earn the tongue service I require.' The puzzled maid left the bed, taking a cane with her. She passed several dommes and clients in the corridor who looked upon the naked maid with some amusement. She strutted into a large brightly lit room where a bulbous middle aged woman in scant underwear sat perched on a stool, the flesh of her arse hanging over the rear of the seat; a naked and masked male knelt close behind it, with wrists bound behind his back his face was in the crack of the supervising woman's arse, sniffing dutifully. She oversaw several other males who knelt naked and masked around the perimeter, each waiting to be called upon to service female clientele; the severe supervisor would ensure they were kept horny by her scent and dominance and would refrain from masturbating. The stern woman lifted her head in pompous fashion as she awaited the nature of the lowly maid's visit. 

'I've come for Moore; I am to cane him before Mistress for wasting his seed.' Though masked, the hapless Moore showed his identity by providing the largest erection on hearing the announcement. Though bewildered as he had not shot his seed since being used by a mature client three days ago, he did not plead as the thoroughly aroused maid took his leash. Moore was led back to the room by the nubile maid, his cock stiff as those she'd passed earlier looked on, increasing their arousal for their own sessions as he was led away to be dominated; the masked male transfixed by the shapely girl half his age and the cruel cane with which she would thrash him. His cock boned rigid as he was given the rare treat of seeing the house Madam entirely naked, and a delicious sissy being teased.

Ruth had chosen Moore as he had foolishly disclosed a penchant for sissies as well as dominant women; she had used this in blackmailing him into her recruitment, she now owned him completely and he served in the house at her bidding. She had him stand by the bed on a box as she eased the sissy to her knees, holding her from behind while probing her soft anus with one finger and continuing to stroke her cock with the other. She smiled at the aid as she waited eagerly with the cane.

'Well Moore, I know how you like sissies. We are going to see how this one's soft red lips perform and you shall earn yourself a caning; you do not have my permission to come but I know you will not disappoint my maid, she is anxious to please me in more ways than one.' Moore gasped as Poppy's pretty face was offered up to his rude erection, Ruth laughed as she felt the sissy's cock pulse urgently as she was wanked.

'That's it my pretty, I know you want to show us your desire; those soft red lips are going to help my maid too!' Poppy's anus clenched at the probing finger as the dominant woman eased the sissies lips to the bell-end which now looked so inviting as she was held and wanked. Moore gasped again with acute pleasure as the lips slid obediently over his cock and the pretty sissy began his journey to a caning before the house Madam. Poppy looked up at him with half-closed eyes as she sucked longingly at the cock, immersed in the erotic throws of absolute submission; her mind went back to the camp in the woods as she now gratefully sucked hard on the flange of the inflated glans as Moore moaned helplessly and the smiling maid rubbed her cunt and showed him the cane. Ruth sneered in triumph as the sissy pushed her sweet bottom back hard on the finger and bucked her little cock in the obliging hand.

'Mmmmmnnnnn!' Poppy was in a heavenly submission she could only have dreamed of as her little cock spurted cream for her new Mistress, making her suck harder on Moore's cock; the enslaved male willingly earned his caning as he grunted in a triple ecstasy; a delicious orgasm courtesy of a sissy, the promise of a caning from a young maid, and watched by the superbly dominant woman he worshipped and who had enslaved him. He jetted his spunk which dribbled down the sissy's cheeks as he moaned with pleasure.

Ruth lay on the bed stroking Poppy's hair, her cunt moist with arousal in anticipation of the licking it would shortly receive as Moore lay over the end of the bed and duly accepted the thrashing for disobedience to his Mistress; the tears and howls masking the masochistic pleasure he enjoyed at being shown his place by a girl before his owner. Ruth whispered into the mesmerised sissy's ear and wiped the residual spunk from her lips as she stared at the male's punishment.

'Well done my sweet girl, you shall be allowed that pleasure again over the next few days; I have many men who will enjoy your services while you are with us, I'm so glad you've shown that you want to stay.' Poppy fought to say something in protest, then lapsed into a deep sleep, exhausted.

Bruce Miller had driven past the address several times, his stomach churning, before he found the courage to park his car in a nearby street and found himself walking up the drive to the large detached residence. He rang the bell and a girl in French maid's outfit opened the door. She lifted her prim face without actually asking him anything and he nervously showed her the card; she gave him a warm smile and took his arm, already seeming to sense his preference was submission.

'You'll come with me to the ante room and we'll make you comfortable, then you can tell us what you like; there's no hurry.' Bruce's cock erected as he was led through the plush hallway, the first thing that hit him was the scent of femininity which permeated the house; a girl in a flowing white dress and wearing a collar was led on a leash up a broad staircase by an eager looking gentleman; they were passed by a slender woman in a short leather skirt with black pantyhose and boots as she descended, she flexed the crop she was carrying and smiled as she found the new arrival eyeing her. The glance was not unnoticed by the maid, it was apparent which of the two scenarios interested him, but he would be tested in the most exquisite manner just the same.

Several gentlemen sat in the luxurious ante room, at one end of which were three doors. As he was shown to a seat an excited looking male was led out from one of the doors by another maid; the domme he had seen descending the stairs entered the ante room, flexing her crop and grinning, the male was handed over by the prim maid and was led away by the dominant. Bruce's cock bulged and the French maid smiled as she noted his interest.

' I'll take the card and show it it to Madam Ruth, our proprietor; you sit here and a maid will take you too one of the preference booths in a moment.' As she strutted off another scantily clad maid appeared with a tray of drinks.

'Champagne or whisky sir?' Bruce took a glass of Scotch and gulped it down, overcome by the surreal situation as the booth doors revealed well dressed males who were led to various women by the service maids; he was glad to note that a number of the women receivers were obviously dominant, his desire was openly shared by many of the clients.

He French maid entered a lounge where Madam Ruth was overseeing a group domination of several portly and balding businessmen; three knelt naked with wrists tied, their cocks poking rudely from below swollen bellies and kept that way by teasing dommes with canes. A fourth equally portly male was lashed to an x-frame and was realising the ecstasy of submission in being teased, tortured and broken by a huge dominant woman in black leather; her pleasure equalling his as she thrashed him cruelly while the others waited their turn with dribbling cocks. The maid approached Ruth and showed her the card with a grin.

'A new arrival Madam, who is in very reasonable physical shape for his age; I am 100% sure he is submissive. Ruth's cunt was already nicely moist on sampling the pain and submission of the feeble males who were so pompous and corporately domineering in their daily lives; this was their real status in life, brought to book by women and taught to obey without question. Ruth's clitoris tingled excitedly as she tucked the card between her large breasts which were displayed to full feminine glory in the black Basque she wore above a split pencil skirt, and went with the maid to a room behind the preference booths. She pulled a curtain back from a large two-way mirror and viewed the males within who sat with their clothes about their ankles; maids obliged them by hand as they viewed screens which displayed various sexual scenes. 

The maid's expert hands manipulated cocks as they enjoyed the various women and fetishes; they could soon find what excited the males most, there would be no hiding from whatever their true desire was. Booth two was empty; the door opened and a nervous Bruce was walked in. The maid smiled softly as she explained what was to be and helped him undo his lower clothing and perched him on the egde of the padded seat with his legs apart, his cock standing proud. The maid switched the screen on, knelt beside him and took his cock in her soft hand as she deftly worked a remote with the other.

She grinned as she stroked his cock softly and felt it swell hard to a full erection as various naked females were displayed to begin his general arousal. She went through a section of bound women which made his cock pulse nicely but was obviously not his true preference; her grin broadened as his cock perked at a picture of a woman being bound by another, so the remote was sent in another direction. Bruce gasped slightly as young women with whips were displayed and his cock pulsed a positive signal to the maid's hand, it subsided a little as the age of the women decreased so he was treated to more mature domina's; his cock boned as his eyes were feasted on stern middle-aged women, strict and severe looking headmistress figures had him close to shooting. The maid smiled at the mirror above the screen, sensing an audience, and then gently toyed with Bruce's bone-hard cock.

'Oh you like a nice firm woman of wisdom I see; you can' t hide it, and why should you? You'll soon be shown your place here, and you will know much pleasure.' She laughed softly and let his cock go as it bobbed and perked at the edge, close to orgasm. Ruth stared with a stern smile at the male who was now more than attractive to her; she pulled the card from her cleavage and picked a up a pen which lay on the mirror sill; she wrote across the back 'In Perpetuity' and strutted out to enter the ante room. Maid's curtseyed and madams nodded their heads as she made a rare entrance to the room; male clients looked longingly at her as she waited for booth two to open. A flushed Bruce emerged with the maid, who was none to surprise to see her employer waiting with a leather leash in her hand. Bruce swallowed hard as she smiled and turned, leaving the room with the maid leading him out after her. His already dribbling cock created a patch of pre-cum in his underwear as he watched the curves of the dominant woman before him, her ample arse bustling in the tight pencil skirt as she swung the leash he would soon wear. She stopped at the foot of the staircase and turned to the maid.

'That will be all Maria. I shall take good care of my choice now.' Bruce's jaw dropped as the maid smiled wickedly at him and walked off, leaving him with the formidable woman. Her cunt oozed as she slipped the leash over his head.

'You'll come up with me now. You will be dominated to my entire satisfaction.'



Appointment by Card Only Ch. 03



Bruce panted in a mixture of fear, disbelief, and anticipation, his balls and anus tingling as he was gently tugged by the leash up the stairs; the beautiful mature form of the woman before him keeping his cock rock hard. Wicked smiles from passing madams and clients alike fell on the couple, but Bruce was oblivious to everything else but his superbly dominant captor now. They passed many rooms, walking to a frosted glass door at the far end of a corridor; they went through it and ascended a further set of stairs to a single door at the top. Ruth smiled as she placed her hand to open it.

'Not many men or women see the inside of my private residence, once in I will own you in whatever way suits me; do you have to get back today? I will be very flexible with you until I know your full circumstances which will of course be adjusted in any way possible.' Bruce swallowed hard and stumbled out his response.

'Oh... I can stay for as long as you want me... there's no-one waiting for me.' Ruth sneered with pleasure and Bruce was tugged through the door, his cock on the verge of spurting in his underwear as she closed the door behind them. The plush apartment spread out before him; a huge bed dominated the lounge he was led through, and he could not help but notice through the open doors that there were beds in all the rooms he passed. He was taken into a large bedroom in which there was a luxurious bed with posts at each corner, from which convenient shackles hang; the darkly decorated room bore many items of equipment which would be utilised in confirming a male's position in the eyes of this formidable woman. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her black stocking clad legs.

'Strip off and kneel before me, I want to see what I shall own, and you are going to tell me all about you... you'll confess everything and then my domination of you will begin in earnest; gently at first, but I intend to crush any willpower within you eventually.' Bruce's anus clenched at her stern and sincere tone, feeling completely under her control already, and he was somehow relieved to remove his clothes and kneel obediently before her. She left the bed and strutted around him, viewing his flanks and buttocks, wondering how sweetly they would accept her canes and whips; she was pleased with what she saw; as the maid had suggested, he was in very reasonable physical shape considering being middle-aged.

'Have you ever hurt a woman in any way? I will know if you lie, and you will face extra punishment which I will take great pleasure in under those particular circumstances.' Bruce cringed, his head bowed as he knelt obediently and felt the commanding presence of the woman envelope him; her delicious scent wafting around him as the removal of her skirt allowed him a taste of her growing arousal. He trembled as he thought hard.

'Only by e-mail... I was once an on-line slave to a Mistress, but became jealous when she told me she had another sub; I foolishly questioned the validity of something she had told me about a friend... It hurt her badly...' Ruth took his leash and pulled it tight, slipping the noose to choke him sweetly; his cock boned as he sampled her physical dominance for the first time.

'You questioned a woman's validity!.. and breached her authority!...what made you take such vile action?' His stiff cock dribbled pre-cum and his anus tingled with a divinely submissive feeling as he enjoyed the strangle of the leather noose; he croaked out a pitiful response.

'When we first communicated she told me she was a 'one sub' domme, and that she had had to give up the last sub she owned as he was suffering from a serious illness. I had no reason to disbelieve her. As time went on and we exchanged mails, she signed some of them off as 'J', which was not the initial of either of the names she had openly provided me with; I didn't mention it, but it sowed a little seed of doubt and stuck in my mind; I enjoyed the intensity of our communications so immensely, she made me feel so close to her and I was so glad to be her pet so I disregarded it. As the months went on she became increasingly 'too busy' to communicate, even late in the evenings -admittedly so did I - she then disclosed she had another sub with whom she could communicate 'live' despite being too busy; in my confused mind things just did not add up and I became increasingly jealous, and paranoid about the explicit things I'd sent her. I started to disbelieve everything she had told me and questioned the reality of her previous sub; it was a stupid thing to do and I bitterly regret it.' Ruth grinned with pleasure and satisfaction at making him recount his despair.

'Did she punish you?'

'I wasn't allowed that pleasure, she just disposed of me...' Ruth pulled the noose tighter and stepped forward to tease his scrotum with a spiked heel, allowing him the full scent of her arousal as her delicious cunt expressed itself in a wet camel-toe, so close to his nose; he was now desperate to spend for her. She laughed cruelly.

'Good girl! I hope you were thoroughly sorry to lose the attention of her control and paid with much misery; I shall take great pleasure in punishing you on her behalf, I'll make a mental note of your arrogant act and you'll pay dearly when you have been prepared.' She released the leash and he gasped in filling his lungs as she sauntered away, stopped for a moment to remove her panties which she let slide down her black stockings to the floor, then strode to the bed and sat on its edge, facing him; she crossed her legs slowly, allowing him a glance of the beautiful cunt which would be instrumental in the unrelenting control of him.

'Your training begins now; I want you to think of that domme whenever you are disciplined. I am going to dominate you to complete and utter submission, I will see your spirit broken, you will be reduced to total slavery and obedience to all women and will show it automatically when in the presence of any female regardless of who they are and where they are.' His cock pulsed at her words; the consequences of the e-mail had left him wanting to beg forgiveness from the domme he had sent it to, and had left him wanking in utter submission at her power in dumping him like a broken toy, as all supremely dominant Mistresses should on the slightest disobedience. Weak and useless subs like Bruce were ten-a-penny and their for the disposal of all women after all. Now Ruth had him and she would ensure he was never disobedient again; the mail would serve a greater purpose; it gave her all the more impetus to break the desirable male who knelt in submission; exacting revenge on behalf of womanhood would help her apply whip and cane with all the more relish. She clicked her fingers and pointed to the panties.

'Crawl over to me and pick up my panties with your teeth.'. He dropped to all fours and began to move.

'I said crawl! Crawl like the snake you are!' Bruce lay on the rug and slithered toward her; she new his erect cock would receive stimulation as he did so; his bell-end was rubbed on the coarse fibres of the rug, making his balls tingle as he neared. The panties. The stimulation was amplified tenfold as he bit into the silky material of the panties; the spicy scent of Ruth's aroused cunt had him close to shooting his mess as his cock rubbed between belly and rug. Ruth slipped a finger into the moist crevice between her legs as she picked a cane from the bed; this male would be hers completely in no time and would serve her and her female clients well. As he neared her feet he looked up. She leaned forward and swiped his arse smartly with the cane, making him groan with pain as the red line blossomed across his buttocks.

'I didn't tell you to look up! Suck the heels of my stilettos, show me you are worthy of sniffing those panties while I enjoy your humiliation.' As he dropped the panties they unfolded with the messy gusset open and below his nose; he hesitated and sniffed at the lush scent of womanly spice. He cried out as he felt two more vicious cuts of the cane; the delightful whoosh of its approach making him want to spunk in submission, the stinging stripes making his anus tingle to match the warmth of his glowing buttocks.

'Heel! Suck!' Ruth sneered at the ease with which she controlled him, feeling his teeth grind slightly against the metallic heel as she lifted it and he took it into his mouth, his lips then sealing around the shaft and riding up and down the length of the spike. Ruth's finger rubbed at her moist clitoris as she enjoyed the baptism of her power over him.

'Good boy, that's the idea; I hold many events where lady clients come and sip tea while having their heels licked, it is a subtle art which helps them choose a male to take to a suite and dominate. As my pet you'll attend with me and will become familiar with some very rich and assertive women. Bruce's cock pulsed against the rug as she withdrew the heel and offered up the other; he had expected a session with a domme but could not believe he would be used to entertain female clients. Ruth purred softly as she stroked her wet cunt.

' You're halfway toward my dirty panties now; you will know my scent blindfold long before your training is complete. Suck nicely on my heel and then I shall have you clean them.' Bruce's aching cock was close to exploding beneath him and as his eyes ran up the long black stocking to the exposed thigh he unconsciously started to gently hump at the rug. Ruth grinned wickedly at his humiliation and lifted the cane. Bruce froze immediately as he heard the divine sound of the descending cane and gagged as the pain of the rattan cut his buttocks with a fierce crack, making him take the heel down his throat.

'You will not spill your pathetic mess on my rug! I will decide if and when you expel your worthless seed!' She made him suck at the other heel again to ensure he deserved the panties; when satisfied she withdrew it and deftly stuck the toe of each shoe into the leg holes of the panties, spreading her legs slowly and pulling the elastic taut and display the soiled gusset. He cowered and kept his head bowed, desperate to look up and view her aroused cunt. Ruth gently lay the cane across his back.

'Don't you dare look up! You'll have a good sniff and lick of my panties before you sample the real thing. Sniff that gusset and don't lick until I tell you!' Bruce's belly was now sticky with pre-cum which oozed as it pulsed in submissive heaven as his nose took in the delectable scent that the formidable woman's cunt and arsehole had created just for him; her dominance of a fresh pet heralding a spiteful arousal. She rubbed her open labia and budding clitoris as she watched with satisfaction his chest rise and fall in taking in the intoxicating scent. She was now as eager as he was for his introduction to her cunt.

'Lick that gusset! I want it clean of the mess you've made.' His balls and anus tingled incessantly as he wasted no time in lapping at the delectably pungent gusset, Ruth's clitoris tingling with the pleasure of her supremacy as the new sub's tongue rasped at the material in exacting his humiliating laundry duty. His cock boned rigid as the panties went slack when Ruth lifted her feet from them, pulling her thighs back and placing her spiked stilettos on his shoulders.

'You may look up now. I want you to have a good sniff and become familiar with my scent; you will be tested later within your training and failure to recognise your new owner will be dealt with most severely.' He lifted his head and his heart pounded as he viewed the glistening butterfly which would know his obedient and willing servitude, the dominant woman sneering at his already committed obedience to her stern authority, her nipples poking hard with excitement through the material of her Basque at her new conquest. As Bruce knelt and moved his nose closer to the inviting warmth of her cunt, a thin line of pre-cum oozing down from his aching cock like a shining thread of spider web; he wanted to shoot his spunk so badly as he sniffed at the folds of Ruth's delicious sex for the first time. She teased his back with the cane.

'You make sure to give my arsehole a good sniff too; you will become adept at cleaning it very regularly.' She fingered her clitoris firmly as she leaned back slightly and Bruce sampled the tang of her sticky pucker.

'Lick my arsehole! I want that tongue to clean it thoroughly and then pushed deep inside it; I shall take my pleasure of you now, while you confirm your submission too me.' Bruce lapped at the Sticky warmth of the pucker, his own anus tingling with submissive pleasure as he was put firmly in his place by this service of ownership; his eyes watching the delicate manicured fingers of his Mistress caress the beautiful folds of her cunt as his tongue succumbed to the warm depths of her arsehole, probing in and out in utter obedience as Ruth brought herself off. She lay back and pointed he legs upward, stiffening them as she moaned in pleasure at her dominance over him, his tongue aching as it probed dutifully and obediently, he yearned to wank hard and spend his seed in utter submission to her. Ruth cried out and her arsehole clenched at the probing tongue as a glorious and victorious orgasm enveloped her, her thigh and calf muscles taut as she pointed her feet up high. Bruce continued to probe, his cock bone hard and in desperate need of relief as Ruth made full use of him. Panting and sated for the moment she stared at the ceiling, her anus still enjoying the obedient attention from the wiling sub.

'You may remove you tongue now.' Bruce removed his face from the delicious scent and bowed his head, his cock rigid and aching to come. She eased herself up and clicked the intercom by the side of the bed.

'We are ready for you now Maria.' Bruce's balls tingled as he heard the maid's voice confirm the request, leaving him wondering what was to come. Ruth stepped from the bed and picked up the cane, flexing it before standing over the kneeling submissive. She teased his erect and needy cock with it, making it bob and stiffen fully.

'As you have confirmed you do not have to be anywhere else today, you will enjoy a further step in your training before you are allowed to leave; it will give you a taste of what to expect from your time with me. We shall discuss your long term commitment at a later date; I intend to make good use of you.' There was a knock at the door as Maria arrived.

'Enter!' Maria stepped in and sneered with pleasure at the kneeling male, naked and leashed, pleased to see his cock poking rudely; she relished what was to come. Ruth barked at the kneeling sub.

'Turn and face the door!' Bruce obeyed without question and his feeling of submission was enhanced by having an audience witness it as he viewed the smiling maid. The door remained open. Ruth grinned wickedly.

'You may come in now Poppy.' Bruce's balls tingled as a soft form entered; a sweet feminine blonde wearing pink stilettos and white socks, a short flowing white chiffon top which did not hide her delicate little breasts stopped just below her waist. Bruce took in a deep breath involuntarily as his eyes suddenly took in the genitalia; where they had expected to see a softly slitted cunt, a pretty little penis was bedecked with a pink ribbon tied in a bow. The sissy was not smiling; her pert red lips were straight and she looked nervous, making her somehow appealing to him. Bruce's eyes now moved to the silver tray she carried; his cock pulsed and his anus tingled with fear as he noted the items on it which explained Maria's pleasured sneer. Upon it were a plastic chastity device and anal plug, along with a soft leather object. His look of fear gave Ruth much pleasure; she stood over him triumphantly as Maria took equal pleasure in laying a towel in front of the kneeling submissive. Ruth flexed the cane.

'You will now masturbate and empty your balls; I need that cock down for caging.' Maria stood and grinned as Bruce began to wank obediently; he was desperate to come but feared what was to follow. Ruth looked to Poppy as Bruce abused himself for the pleasure of his Mistress.

'I see you are performing your duties well Poppy; in the short time you've been here your presence has created much interest. I will soon be arranging some more pleasurable duties for you. I know you'd like to indulge in the pleasure that my new pet is enjoying.' Poppy could not help but stare at the masculine figure as he stropped away at he erect cock and began to buck on his knees and groan in the announcement of his coming orgasm. Ruth smiled as the sissy blushed and her little cock erected involuntarily; she would love the adoration of a male like that, but was fearful of having one forced upon her. Ruth and Maria laughed as Bruce began to jet hot semen in submission; his eyes met with the sissy's and he spurted an impressive loop of creamy spunk; his heart seemed to miss a beat on finding her as attractive as the dominant. He had never had any gay tendencies before, but this sweet creature was so appealing as he spent his cream in submissive ecstasy. Poppy would play with her cock as soon as she was off duty; his eye contact had not been lost on her, she would love to be taken by this male.

Bruce pumped the residual spunk onto the towel and gasped as his orgasm subsided. He was made to stand and Maria giggled as he jerked while she wiped his sensitive cock with the towel and took the wicked trap from the tray. Ruth took pleasure in cupping his balls as the maid quickly poked his flaccid cock into the chastity device before it had the chance to erect again; his balls were clasped by the retaining ring and it was clamped shut. The feeling of submission felt by Bruce at being caged was strangely pleasing; his cock swelled immediately to fill what little space there was. It swelled to absolute maximum as Ruth took the anal plug from the tray.

'On your knees and arse up! I shall have the pleasure of your introduction to the butt-plug; you will learn to enjoy wearing this, and you shall wear it at all times, even when you are not here. It will be a constant reminder that you are owned by me.'. Ruth's arousal returned as Bruce's submission was enforced; he moaned in pain as the plug was squeezed into his tight anus, the intrusion stretching his arsehole wide. His cock bulged in the cage as he succumbed to the strangely pleasurable feeling as his anus clenched at the rude plug. He was still gasping as the leather object completed his enslavement; it was a hood which covered his head with simple eye-holes and mouth opening. It was zipped at the back smartly by Ruth, who then buckled the collar with great satisfaction.

'I will sort through your things while you spend some time in contemplation of your situation; I want you to think of the domme you insulted, the fact that you are now owned by me, and how you will prepare yourself for absolute submission to me and to all women.' She tugged on his leash.

'I think two hours in the selection room will suffice on this occasion. Take him down Maria.' He was led naked but for hood and leash, caged and plugged past smiling madams and clients to the room occupied by the plump and stern supervisor. He was place in a row of hooded males, facing her. She smiled at the newcomer as he looked at the sub who was positioned with his face between her plump arse cheeks which hung over the padded stool.

'Don't worry; you'll get your turn.'



Appointment by Card Only Ch. 04



Ruth took great pleasure in sifting through Bruce's things while he knelt naked in silence with the other male pets in the selection room; she made a note of his address from his driving licence before slipping the amended admission card into his wallet, and her interest in him increased when she found a batch of c.v.'s and cheap business cards in his jacket pockets. She now guessed from his address and the plethora of advertising material that he was not earning a fortune; he would easily be drawn into a life of servitude by her, she could have the pleasure of owning him and have him earn his keep by offering his services to the many wealthy female clients she had. The thought of handing him over to these women who were so upright in their private lives, but lusting for sexual dominance privately, gave her a tremendous thrill.

The dawning of Bruce's life of servitude was being brought firmly home to him as he knelt naked, masked, and caged with the other submissive slaves; his anus clenched at the plug each time a maid came in with a dominant female client, many of whom wore small theatrical masks to keep their identity intact. The other males displayed their erect cocks rudely, making Bruce's position as being in training obvious to the clients as the wearing of a cage in the selection room was a known code. Several of the women asked when he'd be ready, stroking his hair or playfully spiking his flesh with their heels contemptuously, remarking on how his attractive body would take the whip nicely. He looked on enviously as chosen males were led away to suffer the exquisite pleasures of domination by the elegant and richly scented women.

As the latest chosen male was led away was led away by a smug looking fur clad middle-aged woman, the equally plump and severe supervisor made an entry in the ledger on the tall writing desk which accompanied the padded stool on which her large inviting rear was perched. She smiled at Bruce before alighting and taking the submissive male whose nose had been attending the fleshy cleft of her arse, over to the vacant space. Bruce's cock bulged in the tight plastic cage as she took his leash and led him to the stool and had him kneel close to its rear; his balls tingled as he watched her lift her black skirt then sit slowly, spreading her magnificent cheeks across the small padded seat as she sat. She pulled the soft fleshy globes apart with her daintily manicured fingers, exposing a deliciously puckered arsehole.

'Face in! And sniff.' Bruce willingly obliged, a small pad on the floor offering his knees just enough comfort to ensure his nose paid homage to her arsehole without distraction; she sighed softly in satisfaction at his obedience as he poked his nose up to the honeyed tang of her arsehole, before releasing her cheeks and enveloping his masked face in the warmth of her flesh. Pre-cum dribbled from the cage as his cock pulsed incessantly within it; his place amongst women would now be affirmed by display to all those clients entering to make their selections. The supervisor arched her back with dominant satisfaction as her employer's new pet was given a demonstration in how any female at this covert establishment would express their dominance over him, at whatever level they were within the female hierarchy.

'Good boy! I know that you and I will become more than well acquainted; Madam Ruth likes her special pets to undergo some very rigorous training, some of which I will have the pleasure of assisting with. On those occasions when you are alone with me you'll learn that I will not tolerate the slightest disobedience, nothing gives me greater pleasure than application of the cane to a deserving pupil. You will enjoy many indignities from several sources on your journey to absolute obedience, I will be delighted to be instrumental in that goal; you will spend many times under my cane before that goal is reached, I want you to think on that as you kneel and sniff me.' His mind could think of nothing else at that moment, his eyes partly blinkered by the sumptuous soft flesh as he looked up the back of the sternly dominant woman, and wondering how being caned by her would feel.

His anus tingled at her words as he lapsed into a defeated, submissive lust. He sniffed at her feminine tangs knowing he would have the pleasure of spending for her, having sampled the formidable woman's discipline; his rational mind dared interrupt his immediate surrender, he thought how he had arrived with the card expecting to be whisked into a room by a girl with a crop or whip, and having spent under her command, finding himself walking away; he concentrated on the actual course of events, he was not dreaming, this surreal capture he had suffered was true, he had entered a submissive heaven - or hell.

The two hour stay in the selection room went all too quickly, Bruce's cock raged in the plastic cage; he yearned to wank hard at the delights of the situation and was almost disappointed when Maria returned and led him away. His submissive mood returned in full as he was taken back to Ruth's private residence; she had changed into a tight leather cat-suit which displayed her magnificent curves perfectly, she sat cross legged with knee length lace up spiked boots restricting her calves, her huge inviting thighs clasped in the black leather. She smiled with satisfaction as he knelt before her and she noticed a blob of clear pre-cum hanging like a dew-drop from the plastic cage. His balls tingled as he noticed his wallet in one of her hands; the other twirled the key to the tiny padlock on his cage which she wore on a chain about her neck. She made sure he saw it before slipping it between her ample cleavage.

'You shall remain locked when you return home to your rented flat, the contents of your wallet and your pockets have been most enlightening and I know you will want to return here; the cage will ensure that you do, and your card will allow you entry at any time. I have decided that you will give notice to your landlord of your intention to vacate your dismal accommodation with immediate effect. I will pay any fee in lieu of your vacancy and you will pay me back with your services to me and to clients I choose for you.' Bruce looked on with mouth agape as the maid tugged him closer to the feet of the woman who now intended to own him completely.

'Of course, you have no choice in the matter; you may kiss my feet in thanks.' His cock bulged in the cage as he obediently bent and kissed each shiny and brass tipped boot several times. Her cunt oozed in the soft leather camel-toe between her tightly clad thighs; it had been a while since she had treated herself to a favorite pet, and this one was very pleasing, he made no protest about her ownership and she would thoroughly enjoy training him, and selecting the other women he would be dominated by.

'I only wish I could keep you here tonight, but as you can see, I am dressed for a prior engagement and need to prepare your quarters for a permanent residence. You will report back to me tomorrow immediately after confirming with your landlord and bringing your essential items.' He remained bowed in reverence to her dominance as she stepped by him and went to attend her function. Maria undid his leash and watched him dress awkwardly; the trap and anal plug feeling very strange as he donned his normal attire to conceal them. She reminded him in strict fashion that he must wear the plug at all times, only removing it to defecate, and smiling with pleasure as she advised him to sit and pee whilst wearing the trap. She escorted him to the door and curtly closed it behind him without any goodbye; she knew he'd be back.

He felt completely different as he walked back to the car, dumbstruck by what had happened yet strangely elated by a paradoxical sense of freedom from his former life, the new meaning complete enslavement. Ruth had been coldly prophetic about the plug acting as a permanent reminder of that enslavement, it was only too true; it stimulated his prostate as he walked, keeping his cock as erect as it could be in the confinement of the cage. Though he viewed the prospect of delivering the message he had been ordered to give his landlord with some trepidation - there would be no going back having done this, he'd be homeless - all he could think of was getting back and submitting to the superb woman.

As Poppy sat n the harem-like lounge where the softer submissive females gathered, lusting eyes watched her feminine shape through a lattice-work dividing wall. Her soft shape was adorned with pink chiffon which barely hid the small white lacy bra and panties beneath it, a full veil of the same almost transparent material had been lifted above her head as a sweet ginger girl applied scarlet lipstick to her soft red lips. The ginger girl smiled gently.

'There! You look irresistible; I'm sure Madam Ruth will take care to ensure your introduction is a gentle one, don't be so nervous, I know you'll learn to love it here, and I'll need you to comfort me after my appointment with Madam Clara this evening.' The soft ginger girl stood, giggling and pointing her milky white white buttocks from below the short schoolgirl skirt she wore, her shapely legs almost as white as the ankle socks she wore.

'I'll be getting a thorough spanking from her, and I'm looking forward to a cuddle in bed from you when she's finished with me; I know I'll need it!' The room was suddenly hushed of the conversations held by the graceful and willing girls within it as the stern supervisor who waited by the door, opened it to allow entry to a very stern looking woman, looking every inch the strict schoolmistress in tweed jacket and skirt with black stockings and black high heels to increase her dominant height to the maximum. The forceful looking woman with her brunette hair in a bun, smiled viciously through early-sixties style horned glasses at the ginger girl. The supervisor looked at the girl with no more than a glance of contempt, and summoned her with a single wagging finger. The sweet ginger girl walked meekly over, head bowed slightly and with her hands clasped behind her as if to guard her pert white cheeks ward off the spanking she would inevitably receive.

Madam Clara was Felicity Starmer-Smith in her daily life, a self-made woman who had inherited a small chain of estate agents through family and had successfully expanded the business to three times its original size. She had rid herself of her boring husband and lusted after both submissive males and pretty young girls; the latter being a favorite, though she thoroughly enjoyed dominating males to a satisfactory state of submission when the spite rose in her. Fully liberated in her free time and fired up by covertly viewing the young women who worked at her various premises during the day, she was at liberty to indulge her fetish for being the strict headmistress whenever the whim took her. Her mature cunt was nicely moistened as she thought of bringing a rosy hue to the soft white buttocks of the very youthful looking girl who now came to her so obediently, as she had done on several prior visits. Clara lifted her stern chin and looked arrogantly down her nose at the girl.

'Time for your weekly tutorial Lucy; I do hope you have not misbehaved or wet your knickers since we last met, you know what to expect if you have.' Lucy knew full well what to expect as Clara gripped her hand and they followed a maid to the suite where she would confess, and that hand which held hers tight would warm her soft flesh. 

The eyes which stared through the lattice wall paid little attention to Lucy; they focused on the chiffon clad nymph who now stood daintily, offering a soft and feminine smile to another of the submissive girls whom she had befriended, who adjusted the wispy veil about her pretty face. The subtle bulge in her panties giving the only tiny indication that this delicate apparition was not 100% female. Ruth stood next to the owner of those eyes and smiled as he adjusted a bulge of his own which had now filled his underwear on studying the delicious poppy. 

'I told you the sissy was a very special one; she needs much training yet and is only allowed out when with a governess. You may see her in private Emir, but most only show her gentle affection at first, I do not want to spoil the progress so far; she must remain intact for till ready.' The corpulent middle-eastern male took a deep breath as he marvelled over the delicate sissy.

'I will pay you any price when she is ready, I must have her as part of my collection; please let me see her in private, I promise I will not make her anxious.' The other males who were there, peeping through the lattice, on their way to the function that Ruth had mentioned to Bruce and treated to a tour prior to it, stood with their cocks bulging at the array of submissive females in various costume; several of them leaned toward being dominated by stronger women themselves, but all who witnessed this particular lounge could not help but be aroused by the show of feminine beauty there. Ruth left them leering while she took Emir round to a small suite, some had their cocks out, stroking them as they focused on chosen soft bodies and fantasising about applying whip or cane.

Poppy's heart jumped and her little cock stiffened as she saw the dominant woman who had captured her summon her over. Her anus tingled with fear as she stepped daintily over, many eyes burning into the soft little bottom which wobbled invitingly below the chiffon. 

'I have someone I would like you to meet; you will be courteous and obedient, he may touch you but will not take advantage of you. Do not disappoint me or you shall know the cane in severe fashion if you show any discourtesy.' The trembling sissy was shown into the room and the door was closed behind her. Emir sat on a firm chair and beckoned her over with a smile, his cock bulging stiff in his mohair suit; he longed to release it and have it know the caress of those soft red lips.

'Come and sit on my lap pretty sissy, I want you to tell me what pleases you.' Poppy faltered a little, her innocence making the wealthy middle-aged male more rampant than ever, then nestled her soft cheeks on his lap, the hot bulge beneath her tight anus making her little cock stiffen with reluctant excitement. He gently caressed the pert buttocks and sniffed at the sweetly scented blonde hair covered by the chiffon veil.

'Tell me your name pretty thing; I am hoping we will get to know each-other very well.'



Appointment by Card Only Ch. 05



Madam Clara did not just have Lucy attend her 'classroom' that day; the soft ginger girl was made to stand in the corner facing the walls while other 'pupils' were brought to attend. Such was the wealthy woman's lust for her kink as the domineering schoolmistress, she had also paid for three males to attend her 'class' that day; each deeply submissive male had been propositioned on attending Ruth's house of pleasure on that occasion, and had eagerly volunteered for the positions, the opportunity to indulge in a dominant female client's fantasy while a submissive female employee was also chastised, had their cocks throbbing immediately. They were offered the indulgence gratis, and would enjoy their normal session at the hands of a chosen dominatrix following the experience, having had the scenario briefly explained to them.

One by one, the males were introduced to the room by the strictly dutiful maids, each masked male naked except for a schoolboy necktie and white socks; the humiliation of their journey from their reception point to class, a wonderful appetiser for all three as they were looked on with scorn by madams passing on the marbled stairway, and viewed enviously by those who preferred receiving the attentions of a stern authority. Their identities secure behind their masks, their cocks rose with impunity as they were led to indulge the pleasure of the severe woman.

The three mature males were each made to stand next to chairs which faced one placed near the bed, their cocks jutted to full erections as the stern Headmistress strutted between them in her tight skirt, flexing the cane to show the promise of its application. Their eyes drifted toward the soft white legs and buttocks peeping from the very short skirt and tight panties which quivered in the corner; Clara cut the air with her cane, making three cocks pulse in unison.

'I will have your full attention! You are all here to answer for your misdemeanors and will be duly punished as I see fit.'

She gave the three males a stern look which made their anuses tingle all the more as they sampled her authority; whatever roles in life they played during their lives outside was forgotten for the moment, her confidence and their carnal desire to be dominated by a woman ensured they were enveloped within the fantasy, they became no more than three mischievous boys awaiting just and thorough punishment. With a sneer she put her hands behind her back and undid the skirt, letting it drop to reveal suspenders holding sheer black stockings with no panties; a beautiful shaven cunt was now on show, the cleft glistening in evidence that her excitement matched the three erect cocks, and the soft ginger cunt of the submissive Lucy who now longed for her spanking. Being chastised while three men watched, submissive or not, made her sex tingle with anticipation and ensured her panties did not remain dry.

Clara snapped at the three males.

'Kneel!' The three dropped to their knees beside the chairs and the dominant woman stepped closer, allowing them to take in to take in both her subtle perfume, and the commanding scent of her arousal which demanded that the stiffness of their cocks was maintained. She inspected each rude erection with her cane, rolling the rod around the circumference of each inflated bell-end, making each owner gasp and yearn to shoot their mess in honour of her dominance; she smiled as she enjoyed the delicate torture, the end of the cane glistening with their ample pre-cum on completing the task.

'These foul boys are guilty of masturbation in secret and will receive six strokes of the cane each. They will then suffer the humiliation of repeating the vile act and masturbate at my feet after Lucy has been inspected; I suspect she will have failed to keep her panties dry as usual, and will require the firmness of my hand.' Clara then ensured the girl's panties would fail the inspection.

'You will stand by my chair and watch punishment served; just be thankful that girls are presently spared the rod at the moment, though this may change should certain girl's misbehavior persist.' She approached the first male, her cunt tingling with spiteful pleasure; being in absolute control of males and venting her inborn hatred of their arrogant ways, something she now rarely encountered in daily life, gave her a satisfying sexual charge and brought out her sternest dominance. Humiliating them before a girl who would then taste the cunt they would be denied and could only sniff at was equally pleasurable.

'You will stand and lean over the chair, placing your hands on the seat. Each of you will know my authority is not to be questioned, you will also know the depth of my anger through the cane. This is going to give me much pleasure and contrary to the old adage, this will hurt you a lot more than it will me.' There was no escaping the full panorama of her lustful and wicked enjoyment; a large mirror provided even the male being caned a delightful view of the strict Headmistress's prowess with the cane. She now removed her jacket to reveal a tight white silk blouse,through which the nipples of her full breasts expressed her excitement. She turned and smiled at the submissive Lucy as she flexed the cane, allowing her to take in fully her dominance; one male with arse poking obediently waiting the cane, the other two kneeling expectantly, their cocks rigid in awe of the woman who was to thrash them.

Without further hesitation, a fixed evil smile on her face, the cane was lifted and the first male's cock boned in reverence through the slats in the chair-back as he was summarily thrashed. He cried out and jerked as each stinging stroke was delivered by the stern woman, each venomous cut making him lust to shoot his mess as the sweet sound of the cane and the vision in the mirror of the supple woman applying it had him lapse into a masochistic heaven. He shed tears openly after the third punishing stripe glowed across his cheeks, adding further perverse pleasure as the humiliation of being dominated so thoroughly was witnessed by three others; his cock dribbled in utter submission as he was made an example of, yearning for six more strokes after the final delicious whoosh and stinging bite was applied so thoroughly by Madam Clara.

Lucy stood transfixed as the males were thrashed, her cunt now oozing as she watched the stern bi-sexual woman perform; her vindictive passion for punishing males, their gender being barely tolerable to her except in situations such as the present, was easy to see. Each of the eighteen strokes was applied with equal enthusiasm, the three males then resumed their kneeling positions, red-eyed and sore, punished to mutual satisfaction. Each had wanted to spend in ecstasy whilst being caned by the formidable woman, their cocks now poked and bobbed, pre-cum weeping to match their eyes, each lusting for the pleasure of wanking at the feet of the woman who had soundly punished them. A partially satisfied Clara strutted over to Lucy and as she looked her in the eye she ran the cane up between the soft girl's legs, drawing it through the cleft of her excited cunt. Lucy quivered with pleasure; she would have loved to be caned by her, but knew the spanking she would receive would be just as thorough. 

Clara placed the cane against the wall and sat in the chair, she did not cross her legs but parted her ample thighs slightly, allowing the three males to gape at her moist cunt. Pointing the toes of her shoes inward and downward slightly, her knees lifted as she slipped a finger into her hot cleft and teased her clitoris, staring at the gawping males as she eased her finger up and down.

'It is so invigorating punishing males, I know each would like to sample my cunt after being dominated, but they never shall; punishment and relief by self-abuse is all any male is worthy of. Now young Lucy, it is time to inspect your panties, bend over with your back to the boys as you remove them; they shall bear witness to your unhygienic ways.' The males who had been caned, shown a cunt which they now knew they would be denied in any way, were now treated to the delightful view of a soft white arse with delicious pale brown puckered arsehole, and sweet pink cunt with a pleasing ginger tuft as the pink panties were slipped down her long white legs. Clara sneered at the three drooling males whose cocks boned in need of the satisfying wank they had been promised, teasing them further by opening her mature thighs just a little wider and emphasising the stimulation of her clitoris with a finger which slipped sweetly in her moist cunt.

'I bet these boys would love to be allowed to sniff your pretty arsehole; they'll have to dream though, they are here for punishment not pleasure.' She then lifted the panties with a sing!e finger, and as she twirled them, a large wet patch was visible around the gusset. She looked at Lucy with a pleased smile.

'What happens to young ladies who wet their panties in class?' Lucy's cunt tingled, as did her anus, she had earned the spanking she knew was inevitable. Still bent with her arsehole displayed to the boys, she replied, the pucker clenching and dilating with fear and anticipation. Her reply was with the softest schoolgirl tone, making her seem so vulnerable to the stiff and needy cocks of those watching.

'Girls who wet their panties in class are spanked Mistress.' Clara grinned as she closed her thighs a d looked sternly at the girl.

'And how are they spanked young lady?' Lucy gasped a little as she responded, she was finding it difficult not to show her enthusiasm for the feel of the stern woman's hand.

'They are spanked hard, Mistress.' Clara said nothing, simply pointing a finger to her thighs; the warmth created by her exertions had her perspiring a little, and this combined with her arousal meant that the girl's soft white flesh would squirm nicely on the dominant woman's thighs. Lucy lay herself across the lap of the stern woman, spreading her arms across the adjacent bed as she had done several times before; she had not done so before an audience on prior occasions though, her cunt tingled with submissive pleasure as she glanced over to the three males with a look of pitiful innocence. Her look was greeted by the wide eyes and erect cocks of the three, though their focus was biased toward the severe Headmistress for whom they desperately wanted to come; she also glanced into the eyes of each with a sneer as Lucy nestled for her spanking, her white flesh radiant in contrast with the firm thighs clad in black stockings.

The cocks dribbled pre-cum in unison as an expensively manicured hand with blood-red nails peeled back the tiny skirt to reveal the full beauty of Lucy's soft white cheeks, Lucy closing her eyes and poking the white globes obediently as the free hand ran a finger through the moist cleft or her cunt and up to her arsehole, where her sweet pucker was gently circled, making it clench and dilate involuntarily.

'Oh yes young lady, you have earned the most thorough of spankings today. We shall have tears before you are allowed to show your thanks and the boys are further humiliated. You will now know my discipline.' Lucy's flesh quivered and her cheeks were tensed as the hand was raised, her budding clitoris ready to rub against the firmness of the thighs as her torso was depressed on impact. Clara's clitoris bulged with equal anticipation as her cruelly smiling eyes studied the soft white flesh which would soon glow pinky-red. The hand came down hard, flat with fingers tightly together, with a resounding smack, quickly followed by several in succession, Lucy wailing pitifully as Clara received much satisfaction in seeing her hand imprints blossom pink on the soft flesh. The males looked on in envy as they watched the stern woman's breasts wobble in the silk blouse with each spiteful delivery, her face expressing the sheer pleasure of dominating the girl, a pleasure they all wished they could be the recipients of. Lucy sobbed as the harsh Mistress ceased after fifteen or twenty spanks to reclaim her breath and adjust.

'We haven't done by a long chalk yet, young lady! I'll have you know that disobedience in any respect will not be tolerated!' She took the cane, and moving her legs to now cross them over the girl's in readiness to hold her firm, slid the rod down between Lucy's legs. The flexible cane was now firmly clamped hard in the cleft of the soft ginger cunt, nursing the girl's clitoris, as Clara's firm raised thigh and calf tensed in the sheer black nylon to hold her captive for a further spanking; the cane pinioned by Clara's leg and the whimpering girl's soft torso.

'Be thankful the cane is not to be used across your bottom today girl, though you will acquaint yourself with its touch; I will take much pleasure in striping your bottom with it when we next meet.' Lucy's cunt had merely been teased by the stern woman's thighs during her first portion of punishment, the girl doing her best to rub her budding clitoris against the firm muscle of the stern Mistress as each stinging slap depressed her flesh; it had only served to stimulate and tease her, and as she eyed the three males enjoying her punishment she had longed to come. Now she was held firm by her Mistress's leg and her cunt slid hard against the cane which she had witnessed reduce three men to tears, the cane she was promised at the next session. Just her squirming had her close to orgasm; she awaited the firm hand and the heavenly submission which would envelope her.

Clara's cunt tingled with a triumphal yearning as her hand was brought down with all the spite she could muster, the now rosy and finger-striped flesh of the soft buttocks bouncing with each punishing slap, Lucy's captive body remaining obediently arched against the barely flexing cane as her yelps blended into moans in the indulgence of her yielding completely to the domination of the older woman. The three males fidgeted impatiently, each burning to grasp their rigid cocks as they watched the sweet girl close her eyes and moan softly. As the promised cane slipped hard against her clitoris, Lucy's submissive ecstasy was lustily spanked from her; Clara pushed her leg down to enhance the girl's sense of being owned and her own cunt now lusted for the tongue of the girl in homage to her domination. Lucy bucked and squirmed in utter submission as her cheeks were splayed by the relentless hand, writhing in ecstasy as she gave herself up completely; the thought of being caned by Headmistress Clara as her cleft grasped at the rod, taking her deep into the realms of a sublime ecstasy.

Clara heaved her firm breasts and smiled with satisfaction, easing a finger into Lucy's hot anus as the girl indulged contentedly on the cane, making sure her submission was fulfilled totally. As she eased the panting girl up, she then used the cane to pass the panties to her.

'Now you'll assist in the humiliation of these boys; you'll kneel by me and watch as they masturbate for me; you can catch their filth in your dirty panties when they spend. When we're done you can thank me for your spanking; I expect the arrival of the maids to fetch them will mean they shan't enjoy it, they are not worthy of the treat anyhow.' The connotations of her last line were lost on the males as she pressed the intercom button and requested the duty maids attend. She then stepped toward them, cane in hand, and had the still numbed Lucy kneel at an angle to the first. She cut the air with the cane several times making four anuses tingle, not least Lucy's, who looked up to her with a longing to receive its bite from the woman who had so thoroughly dominated her. The maids then duly arrived and grinned as they took in on the scene; Clara addressed them.

'When you take these worthless males to their respective Mistresses, you will have each one know why they have been delayed; I am sure the ladies concerned will arrange suitable punishment.' She pointed the cane at the first.

'We'll see your worthless offering now; do not keep me waiting or I shall have each maid cane you too.' The male grabbed his cock and stroked eagerly as the maids indulged his humiliation by standing close with their arms crossed, sneering as he wanked hard and looked up at the formidable woman who had humiliated him with that cane, his flesh still warm from the experience. With his rigid cock pointing at the spoiled panties held by the ginger girl, his only regret was that he would come all too soon and not receive the pleasure of being caned by the maids. As he looked up to the magnificent woman from his knees, he duly jerked and groaned as hot jets of spunk exploded from his cock, the evidence of his submission joining the patch which had heralded Lucy's; the maids gesturing their contempt as the hot loops of semen blended into the pantie fabric, prolonging his orgasm significantly.

The other two were humiliated in like fashion, their immediate lust for submission to the superior sex temporarily sated, with the added knowledge that they would shortly suffer divine retribution from a fresh source. Clara sauntered to the bed and clicked her fingers in utter contempt, pointing to the door.

'Out!' As the three males were pulled toward the door by the maids, Clara smiled at their glances as she lay back and lifted her legs high, spreading them to allow a view of her glorious wet cunt. They remained in the room just long enough to see Lucy skip obediently over and kneel to tend her Mistress's needs.

'I'll have my cunt licked now, young lady.'

Bruce went to bed early in the hope that the next day would arrive sooner, but slept fitfully; his cock in a permanent state of confined erection within the unyielding cage, the butt plug ensuring it stayed that way, confirming he was already enslaved by Madam Ruth; a permanent reminder that he would soon be pandering to her slightest whim, entering into a dark submissive world where he would be caned and whipped into her plaything, her pet until she tired of him. Despite being temporarily back in the environment from whence he had come, he had no second thoughts about his predicament; once under the covers in bed. His mind raced back to the unforgiving dominance of the superb woman, the strict supervisor, and the delightful thrill that some of the female card holders had given him. His mind also went back to the look the sissy had given him, and he wrestled with the strange sexual desire he had felt for the pretty thing; it was not something his mind had ever opened up to before. He could not wait to see his landlord.

Poppy would not have chosen Emir as a prospective partner, but her position of coerced enslavement at the house and her submissive nature ensured her small cock erected as she was fondled by the portly Middle-Eastern male; the sissy's balls tingled at being dressed in exquisitely feminine attire and caressed by a large masculine man, whose obvious intentions would be to hold her down and use her like the girl she longed to be, was like living through many a fantasy she had dreamed of. 

Though she was a little scared of him, she could not hide her inner excitement as his large hand gently circled her waspish waist and played on her soft belly, the fingers now dangerously close to her little cock which bulged erect in her panties, her little pink bell-end tight and throbbing close to the elasticated waist-band, just millimeteres from his touch. Emir watched her pretty face show the mixture of discomfort and pleasure, revealing her soft innocence; many of the sissies he had sampled before would have guided the hand down to meet an eager cock and hairless balls which he would later own, but not this one, she was going to be the perfect pleasure.

Emir's cock pulsed below Poppy's soft bottom as he imagined her with arms bound by her side around that delicate waist, a silk gag ensuring no protest came from those pert red lips, as that innocence was taken by the thrust of his cock into her tight anus. Poppy gave a soft gasp and arched her back on feeling the transmission of his lust, making her pronounce her small breasts and express the most naturally feminine poise, the sweet posture creating additional pulses from the cock which promised to invade her pert bottom if it were not for their being clothed. Emir was smitten by the delicious creature he held in his lap, and wanted to hold forever. He brushed the veil to one side and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, enjoying the way her whole body trembled with submissive acceptance as he did so.




Appointment by Card Only Ch. 05



'How would you like to live in a luxurious palace in a warm climate, nothing to do each day but swim in your own pool and be doted upon by maids ensuring your comfort?' Poppy did not know just what to say, but she had a good idea how her evenings and nights would be spent under such circumstances; the thought of being a sexual slave frightened her, but her cock stiffened as her submissive mind indulged in a fantasy similar to that which kept the cock below her hard with desire.

I ...Sir... Master...' Emir laughed and pressed a finger to her sweet red lips to silence her, knowing she could not be expected to give a serious answer to such a life changing question; it would be forced upon her anyway if he offered the right price to her Mistress, and just hearing her voice was all he really wanted. 

Her ever so slightly husky tone was sweetly feminine, doing nothing to cool his ardour; the delicate cock and balls were all that betrayed any form of masculinity, and he would have them ringed with the mark of his ownership. The neck of her scrotum would be ringed with a jewelled clasp from which a golden chain would follow the soft pink seam up to a similarly jewelled anal plug. Another golden chain would lead from the front up to a golden ring fixed tightly behind the flange of her pretty pink bell-end; the shaft of her little cock would be sheathed from scrotum to the ring in a bound leather tube. She would know his ownership of her at all times this way, and the remnants of her masculinity would be displayed sweetly. His cock bulged as he thought how jealous his friends would be when the delicious creature was paraded for their visual pleasure only; only he would fuck her.

Emir's erotic visualisation was put on hold as a knock at the door announced the return of Ruth and one of the maids; he stole another soft kiss on her cheek and deftly fondled her soft arse as she dismounted his lap and was led away by the maid. Ruth's face bore a contented smugness as she watched the man's eyes transfixed on the slender sissy as she was walked out. Poppy was relieved when told she could return to her room, though the experience had left her strangely excited. She had felt like an exhibit, which had left her a little scared, but she could not deny the submissive thrill it had given her. Ruth smiled at Emir as his eyes lifted on the beautiful vision having disappeared.

'Well, what did you think? I told you she was special.' Emir sighed as they rejoined the party of suited businessmen, each one eager to see more of what the house had to offer.

'I must have her, I will make her queen of my collection... I will pay any price you ask.' The dominant woman smiled softly, his appetite for soft obedient young ladies and sissies was insatiable and she was anxious to keep him sweet, but she would make sure this particular sissy was comfortable amongst men and fully trained before seeing her go. She also had other plans for her which involved her earning her keep by entertaining others during that training, though she would not allow her to be penetrated.

'As you have seen, she is very tender and needs some training before I can let her go. I will make sure she is kept intact for you, and we can discuss a price later.'



Appointment by Card Only Ch. 06



His landlord was not best pleased when Bruce announced his immediate departure, but was happy to hand him a bill requesting three months rent in lieu of his vacation without notice. He packed his laptop and the few items of decent clothing and sparse possessions into a sports bag and slung it into his car, then drove back to the house, his mind racing; he could not believe what he was doing, his rational thinking telling him to turn away, but the draw of the magnificent controlling woman and a life which consisted of perpetual sexual excitement drew him to her. The plug teased his anus, reminding him of her power, his cock tight in its subdued erection in the cage which enslaved it, his submissive instinct would not be denied.

He drove slowly up the drive, past parked Porsches and expensive SUVs owned by clients, around to the unseen car park and outbuildings where a few vehicles more in keeping with his were hidden and parked up. He rang the side door and was greeted by one of the stern supervisors who had watched his approach. She stood with feet rigidly together and held out a manicured hand, the other in a tight fist on her curving hips, smiling from behind her glasses, her hair in a severe bun and large breasts jutting from a tight blouse. 

'I'll have those keys. You won't have any need for that car, not without Madam Ruth's permission.' She took the keys and hung them in a key box with several other sets, then walked him through a plain room where several of the attendant maids sat filing their nails; they eyed him with contempt, smiling at him in knowing he was a pet who would rarely be seen clothed. He was taken into a softly perfumed room where a large bare breasted maid waited with cane in hand, long black pantie hosed legs perched on stilettos. He was ordered to strip, and the smiling maid held his nose close to her cunt as he was leashed, ready for submission to his Mistress.

Madam Ruth had seen the car approach from her penthouse window, he was a good ten minutes early and though this pleased her, he would be chided for not following her exact order. There was plenty of time for that though. She turned and held a leather hood in the air with a smile, and her audience of staff and select clients who populated her plush lounge applauded warmly. They were there to witness the initiation of her new pet, and the lofted hood signified his arrival to a life of permanent service to Ruth, and for the pleasure of some of the dominant female clients who eagerly awaited an appointment with a fresh new pet.

On being stripped and leashed, Bruce immediately lapsed into the strange comfort of submission he had felt when last at the sexually charged venue, his cock pulsed in tightly filling the plastic cage as the delightful maid led him up the ornately marbled stairs to a life of enslavement, the leash and cane wielding maid making his position of servitude clear to the several men and women who passed on the stairs, their grins and looks of utter contempt enhancing his enjoyment of in a dark humiliation at being owned and controlled. He yearned to be put firmly in his place by the magnificently dominant Ruth, and he was not to be disappointed.

Bruce's sense of exposure peaked as the door of the penthouse was opened and he found himself surrounded by a horde of impeccably dressed women and several female supervisory staff. They were mostly middle-aged and each seemed to give off their own air of mature authority as they smiled and sneered at him, as though he were no more than an item of livestock. Standing at the other end of the lounge and central to the leering women either side, was Ruth who wore a black silk dress, belted tightly about the waist with a six inch deep patent leather belt which expressed her large breasts beautifully, her nipples clearly evident through shiny black material. The lower half of the dress was cut diagonally, showing one superb thigh clad in sheer black nylon. She carried short whip in one hand, and the leather hood he would wear for her in the other The maid tugged his leash till he stood before her. Her broad smile let him know she was as pleased to see him as he was her.

'Kneel for your Mistress.' Bruce felt the eyes of each woman scanning his body and movements as he knelt obediently at Ruth's feet on hearing her command, eager to take in her scent again, and submit totally to her dominance. Some of the women who had been promised his services licked their lips and nodded their approval on witnessing his complete lack of the slightest reluctance to obey immediately, despite being viewed by a crowd. Ruth put the hood into her whip hand and pulled at a gold chain about her neck, lifting a small key on it from between the warmth of her ample cleavage. She unclipped it and passed it to the maid.

'Everyone here will now witness his pleasure at being of service to me, and those that I choose him to serve.' The maid bent and unlocked the cage, and the crowd of women smiled with satisfaction and nodded their approval as his cock rose to attention confirming the excitement of his submission; acknowledging his natural pleasure at being at the feet of a woman who would justly dominate him, and rightly too, as was the correct position of all males allowed to be in the company of women. Ruth's cunt tingled as her pleasure rose in slipping the mask of ownership over his head, some of the watching women stroking their cunts through their panties as they enjoyed seeing the male meekly accept ownership kneeling naked before them and duly taken down, reduced to a mere plaything for a powerful woman permanently. As she buckled the hood about his trembling neck the with her graceful fingers, she gave a contented nod to the maid who fetched a black silk handkerchief and lay it between Ruth's feet and his knees. Ruth took the leash and pulled it taut in triumph.

'You will now masturbate for me, and show the commitment of your worship in your disgrace which will be witnessed by all.' The women sneered with pleasure as Bruce eagerly grasped his stiff cock and looked up to the superbly dominant woman, who looked back with stern satisfaction as he stroked his rigid cock on his knees under her complete control. Naked, hooded, and leashed while enjoyed by a crowd of women who would also have their chance to dominate him, his balls tingled ecstatically as he was immersed in a divine humiliation. As he quickly neared orgasm his half-closed eyes explored the exposed nylon clad thigh, poking breasts, and the whip he would know so well as the superb woman radiated pure dominance.

His divine humiliation was brought to a deeply submissive climax as he bucked on his knees and arched his back, Ruth sneering with her own satisfaction as she kept the leash taut, and moaned in ecstasy as he surrendered his balls for her and her dominant audience. The women applauded loudly as he shot an abundant load of hot semen up in a grand white loop and down to the black silk in confirmation of his submission to his superior. Some of the women stood and closed in, grinning with satisfaction as they continued to clap, and he continued to jet the spurts of his milky submission to their dominance. The pleasure of his orgasm was exquisite, and as he gasped in recovery while Ruth held the leash up high to force his head back in displaying her triumph, the maid lifted the silk and strutted amongst the women to display the evidence of his submission. Ruth lifted her chin in supremely haughty fashion.

'See his pathetic confirmation! He is mine now!' The women gathered round and chatted more casually now, the official ritual now completed successfully; they having enjoyed the spectacle several times before, but each occasion just as thrilling. Ruth rubbed his hood with pride as Bruce sampled the assorted scents of women who would pay for his obedient service under Ruth's ownership. A stern looking woman of about 50, dressed in a tight black pencil skirted suit, turned his head to look into her green eyes which looked out from an immaculately made up pure white skinned face, her head adorned with auburn hair.

'I take it you will bring him down to witness how I like to keep my husband entertained here while I take my choice? I know I shall be requiring his services when you have settled him in and had your initial enjoyment of him.' Ruth nodded her assent with a grin.

'Why of course Miriam, I know he'll find that most refreshing; your husband has but an hour to ponder his thoughts before internment, you know I always love to watch his agony... and your pleasure.' The prim woman rubbed his cheek through the leather hood.

'I and my housekeeper will see he earns his keep with you, he will find our games with him so entertaining, my husband's jealousy and pain will be exquisite. I do hope he's ready soon.' She lifted a glass of wine from the tray a maid offered her and. grinned at Ruth as she started to saunter away to discuss her new acquisition with some of the others.

'He has put me a supremely horny mood for my session, I can't wait to have him see the humiliation of my husband.' Bruce was allowed no respite from eager women as Ruth paraded him proudly on the leash; after several encounters with similar women, the attention soon had his cock semi-erect as he indulged their curiosity. It erected fully as a large woman with huge breasts and a deliciously globular arse sought an audience; she and Ruth were delighted to see his obvious excitement as he was confronted by the huge hips and thighs of a truly Amazonian woman. She lifted his head and had him look up at her not unattractive face and short blonde hair through the cleft of her enormous breasts.

'So this is your latest toy who will inspect my collection of corsetry, pantie hose, and girdles at close range, I can't wait to have him bound and ready for straddling, I'll bet he'll struggle most valiantly.' Ruth pushed his face forward to sniff at the cleft at the top of her thighs, her dress clinging tightly and expressing her femininity in wonderful fashion. Bruce's cock bobbed as he sampled her sweet perfume and natural feminine aroma.

'Oh he'll only struggle when he really needs air Una, and he's likely to earn your cane for messing without your permission; I know how you like to make them disobey that way, he'll not disappoint you I'm sure.' Bruce's mind ran riot as the huge woman pulled his head. Into her crotch, his nose enveloped in her sumptuous mound of Venus, held him there for a moment and then turned to rejoin her friends, allowing him a good view of the huge cheeks which he would face at her pleasure. Ruth pulled his leash tight as his cock lifted to a full erection once more, reminding him of his primary position. 

'After we have attended Miriam's appointment I'll have you all to myself; I'm so looking forward to receiving your worship now you are secured under my roof, and you'll be more than ready after a reminder of what this house has to offer.' 

Poppy was walked back into the house by one of the stern supervisors who doubled as governess to the pretty sissy, chaperoning her when she was allowed out. She was still nervous and wary of her new life, but was now happy to return to the house having made several friends there, and slowly warming to the rush of excitement she experienced on being pampered by adoring males. Though she knew she was being groomed by Ruth for exposure to more than petting by those males, her submissive nature was curious at being used a little more sexually and the thought actually excited her. On entering the house she had been told to go to her room and dress in her pink maid's outfit and report to Cellar 3 in 30 minutes.

She was met by a maid as she descended to the ground floor, and escorted to the stairs which led to the basement, an area she had not been to before, and they descended below the vaulted ceiling which showed that the 20th century house above was built on foundations belonging to a much older building. Several hooded and naked males hung in chains on the cold stone walls of the corridor, adding to its dungeon-like atmosphere. An old oak door was opened by a stern and plump supervisor and they entered cellar 3. Poppy's balls tingled as she was held by the maid just inside the door; at the other end of the cellar a plump middle aged man cowered naked on his knees, flanked by two maids who stood rigid with canes at their sides. Close by was a strangely ornate sarcophagus with a round hole crossed by bars where the face would be. It stood upright with a rope attached to the top which was hung from a crane like device with a winch attached. Nearby on the other side of the room was a long padded bench on which was what looked like a black rubber shroud below which several belts hung.

The door opened again and the auburn haired Miriam walked in with a broad smile, trailing a large and very fit looking male on a leash, his ample cock showing his obvious excitement at being chosen by the prim woman. She was followed in by Ruth who smiled wickedly at Poppy, pleased to see she had arrived in time to witness the look of pure triumph on Miriam's face. Poppy blushed a little on seeing the hairy male whose eyes had shown obvious interest in her, leashed at her side; Bruce glanced at the sweetly feminine Sissy as she tried to look away, his balls tingling with a strange curiosity. Miriam had a phone in her hand and grinned wickedly as Ruth addressed the sissy.

'Panties off Poppy, Miriam likes to photo her husband for posterity; she'd like one of you with him.' Poppy slipped the pink silk panties down her white stockings to reveal her small cock, erect with excitement and on show beneath the tiny maid's skirt which hid nothing, and was walked over to where the dominant woman's sad faced husband knelt; one of the cane-maids moved aside slightly and the sissy was made to kneel next to him. Though in fear of whatever his dominant wife had in store for him, his cock had risen to a firm erection on seeing her with yet another male who would please her; he was normally taken home to witness her pleasure and that of his equally dominant housekeeper but today was different. 

He had foolishly threatened to divorce her and cut off her finances when her wayward nature had become apparent to him, but she had seen his weakness and now dominated him totally; she had a catalogue of pictures to use against him which would show his deviances, though manufactured by her, he would never dare begin proceedings now and his business friends would also be given access to the pictures. Miriam and her housekeeper would often have him masturbate over the portfolio, taking further pictures as he expressed his pleasure before caning him for his weakness.

Miriam was in her element as pictures of her bemused but excited husband were taken with a delectable sissy, further evidence to be added to her collection. Satisfied with her many shots, she grinned and nodded to the maids and then to the plump supervisor. The cowering male was taken to the bench under further supervision by his wife who delighted in gagging him as he whimpered a pathetic protest. He was held tight and moaned again amid the women's laughter as the stern supervisor forced a large and luxuriously greased butt plug into his anus. 

'There, you've whined too much in the past, I'll have more than complete silence this time.' The rubber shroud was then slipped over his head and feet, eyeholes the only opening in it so as he could enjoy his confinement fully. He was then rolled onto his front with his arms tight to the side of his body, and his cock erected to rigidity below him as the zip was drawn up at the rear and his body was constricted in tight and luxurious rubber. His cock slid in the ample pre-cum as the belts were buckled tight around ankles, waist and chest. He was then rolled to his side to face the sarcophagus, and his cock boned with excitement, its clear outline expressed in the rubber, as Miriam opened the ornate torture device, her cunt buzzing as she watched her husband squirm. 

The Egyptian style artefact was unbolted, and opened slowly by Miriam who wore a teasing look on her face as she watched the horror in her husband's eyes; his protests muffled by the gag and tight rubber as he squirmed, bound and helpless.

The interior of front and back of the hinged sarcophagus was padded with leather bolsters up to the neck with a rounded head rest in the rear half, no spikes to inflict torture, but the occupant would be squeezed tight and held firm; the ultimate bondage. Miriam grinned at her husband.

'Oh yes, you'll stay here while I enjoy my male this time.' The rope which held it was winched down so it lay back at a forty-five degree angle, and the squirming male was lifted into it by the four eager women, his pitiful grunts of protest met with much pleasure by them all as he was laid back into the rear half and the front was swung over and squeezed shut. Miriam sneered into the terrified eyes as she received further pleasure in bolting it closed.

Poppy was beckoned over by Ruth, and the dominant woman pointed to the floor in front of Bruce, whose cock was already rock-hard with the spectacle of Miriam's cruel dominance.

'You kneel between my new pet's legs and enjoy the rest of the show; I know you probably need comforting.' Bruce did his best to appear disinterested as the sissy's soft white arse cheeks nestled on the heels of the pink satin ballet shoes she wore, her little cock poking erect as she felt the body warmth of the hairy male behind her, his urgent breath on her neck, and his cock against the exposed flesh of the small of her back. Ruth grinned as she saw her pet's cock pulse excitedly against the sissy's delicate back; she would tease him further.

'Place your hands on her hips, let her know she is safe with you; she needs to feel secure.' Bruce's cock dribbled pre-cum as Poppy shivered with a delight of her own when his firm warm hands clasped the flesh of her tight little waist below the tiny cropped top she wore, his fingers gently squeezing her. Ruth knew the pretty sissy would appeal to most otherwise heterosexual males, and try as he might to hide it, Bruce was no exception. She grinned with pleasure at the forced union of her two latest captures and then returned her attention to the delights of Miriam's dominance.

Miriam fetched her leashed slave and had him kneel close to her, allowing her captive husband to fully gauge the extent of the larger than average cock which would please his wife in a way which he was not allowed. He squirmed submissively in the tight enticing rubber, though held tight his cock slipped deliciously against the unforgiving but deliciously smooth skin; he knew he would come very soon as the sarcophagus was winched up high. The torment and the submissive pleasure it afforded him was far from complete though. Miriam grinned wickedly.

'Yes. We shall have complete silence from you while I enjoy the novelty of my choice.' The arm on which the sarcophagus hung was swung slowly back in an arc to the far wall, so that its captive occupant could see the floor between it and Miriam standing dominant with her kneeling slave. Her husband squirmed in divine submission, his anus clenching the butt plug tight as the two grinning maids moved to the midway point on the stone floor and each pulled a ringed slab back to reveal a black pit below. The two slabs had a semi-circle cut into their leading edge, just enough to accommodate the rope but nothing else. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he grunted pathetically on the ball-gag while the arm was slowly swung back over the pit. Miriam sneered in dominant triumph as the captive's squirming made the cruel device shudder on the rope while it was winched ever so slowly down.

'I think it will be a good two days or so before we see your pathetic face again, do enjoy your peace, I know I will.' She watched his eyes as the sarcophagus shuddered on the rope as his cock was thrust up and down in its rubber bondage, the supervisor winching it down as slowly as possible so as he may have the full enjoyment of his entombment. 




Appointment by Card Only Ch. 06



Miriam sneered with absolute satisfaction on seeing his eyes contort as the top half began its descent into darkness; he groaned into the gag and felt the hot semen spread as his body pinioned in the total ecstasy of utter defeat, the delicious torment of absolute submission flooding his senses as he spent in ecstasy, watching his wife's broad smile while she toyed with the slaves huge cock and enjoyed seeing him slip from view into the darkness below. The grinning maids swiftly slid the slabs back, leaving him to complete his divine orgasm in total darkness, taking pleasure in holding the vibrating rope as he spent the contents of his defeated balls into the luxuriant and cruelly confining rubber.