5 comments/ 12195 views/ 7 favorites At Her Disposal Ch. 01 By: Sputnik57 He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to those who cared to ask. The real reason for Henry Trent remaining single at nearly 50 - he being a more than reasonably well off Victorian gentleman, fit and attractive to female suitors - was his awe of women, and a certain urge he had for those among their number, which would not be viewed as acceptable in the very proper Victorian society he lived within. He had tried several relationships with humbler females, but they had inevitably petered out due to the lack of the passion he desired. As he sat by the window in the plush drawing room of the substantial London property he shared with two other business associates, his cock swelled as watched the approach of the household cook, her broad and womanly figure striding with elegant feminine posture across the busy street, a male doffing his hat to her with smiling admiration but receiving no recognition from her. Hilda Sharpe was just the sort of woman that appealed to him; full figured with auburn hair in a severe bun, middle aged and confident, she had a presence which kept the other maids in obedient order when she was in proximity, and her curt interaction in dealing with tradesmen and the like, made it quite clear she would be ruled by no man. Trent was sure she was dominant sexually and lusted for every glimpse of her. As a mere cook, he could never be seen to openly reveal any desire for her, though he yearned to be on his knees to the stern woman. Hilda was patently aware of his veiled attraction to her, and his supposition with respect to her sexual nature was not unfounded. She would find him inexplicably in the lower levels of the house all too often, finding occasion to address her with some trivial matter; his stance and verbal repertoire was always as per master to servant, delivered with pompous authority, but his eyes betrayed something unmistakable which aroused Hilda. She was indeed dominant sexually, and knew he was a submissive. His reluctance to open up and admit his attraction irked her, knowing that her status in the established society pecking order was way below his, but in reality and within the covert society of women which she frequented in her free time, his status would be way below hers. His continued adherence to formally belittle her when it was patently obvious that he wanted to be on his knees before her, came across as a form of cowardice in her eyes, making her develope a keen spite for him. His unattached bachelor lifestyle and the regular absences of both he and his co-owning business associates from the residence meant that he would not be missed should he disappear for a period of time; she determined to have him face the truth and realise his place below a strong woman. She set about planning his submission. Hilda knew he would have seen her approach from the drawing room window, and took her time removing her gloves in the hall. She smirked to herself as she heard him cautiously descend the stairs. Even though he were master in his own house, he faltered slightly as he saw the confident cook staring impassionately at him as he came down. She enjoyed his usual awkwardness as he searched for an impromptu reason to address her, while his eyes tried hard not to leer at her curves in the tightly corseted black dress. In a moment of boldness, she cut him short as he opened his mouth. 'If it may be allowed sir, I have a lady coming to visit me here this evening from a group I am a member of. She is most taken with a recipe of mine for sweets, and is keen to see my preparation. I trust my taking the liberty of inviting her to your home without your prior permission will not meet with your disapproval.' He was delighted to be held in a conversation with her, and the tone of her voice which firmly told him of her decision rather than actually asking his permission, excited him. The thought that a female friend of Hilda's may well be of a similar character excited him all the more, though he felt he should try to feign a least a little indignance in his response. 'Well Miss Sharpe, as you've invited a lady, it would be churlish of me to disapprove, despite my not being consulted... Is she... err, local?' Hilda maintained her impassionate air, though her cunt tingled as she prepared to add incentive to the trap she hoped he'd be lured into. 'Why yes Sir. She has a house near Bond Street, not dissimilar to this one. Our group meets there on occasion; we are women from all walks of life... no social barriers exist between us.' Her haughty tone made her all the more appealing, and the impudence in her reference to social barriers which he knew came conveniently as an indirect thrust at her situation with him, had his balls tingling. The sound of her feminine group sparked his imagination, and what he imagined would prove to be correct. Hilda knew that a woman of his own social standing would squeeze the truth from him, and stood firm, staring into his eyes to provoke further questions, feeling in control of him. His cock was swelling as he felt her commanding presence, and defended himself by attempting to revert to a little pomposity. 'Does the Master of the house have... have an opinion on the meetings held there?' Hilda almost smiled as he faltered, her arousal growing on his asking the perfect question. 'Sir, there is no Master. She is Mistress of her household, and though she has male suitors, intends to remain as such. Now if you will excuse me Sir, I have dinner to prepare.' She gave him a look which was almost contemptuous as she strutted past, knowing the last information would have him more than excited. His cock was now nicely erect as his eyes fixed on her bustling arse as she strode to the basement stairs, his mind full of intrigue at the woman to visit, and the deliciously confident way the redheaded cook had somehow made him feel inferior. She smiled to herself, then adjusted to face him, stopping before descending. 'Her name is Madam Edith Grange, she will be here at 7:30, I am sure she will be most pleased to make your acquaintance.' She descended the stairs without waiting for further response from Trent, who though her Master in this house, in her eyes was just another male who was in need of being shown his true position amongst women. Her cunt bulged with the pleasure of knowing he would soon be purged of his guarded pomposity. Trent waited to hear the click of the door as she entered her room, then descended one flight to the landing where stood the laundry basket. With heart pounding he fished for underwear. Hilda watched unseen through the crack of her door which she had silently opened, accustomed to his lewd habit. She watched with satisfaction as he pulled the generously soiled underwear she had placed near the top from it. Oh how she wanted to confront him and have him know the cane. She rubbed her cunt as she thought on how he'd pay soon enough. He repaired immediately to his bedroom, stripped and knelt on the floor, then masturbated hard with the vision of the haughty cook fresh in his mind as he sniffed at the heavenly spice of the underwear. He groaned in ecstasy as he shot his hot tribute, imagining her standing over him, with a woman as yet unknown. His ecstasy would soon be detracted from Hilda, if only temporarily, as the unknown woman took complete control of his life. He watched eagerly from the window as the cab drew up, and was not disappointed as the mature and elegant Madam Edith Grange stepped down from it. A tall, full figured brunette, dressed imperiously in a dark purple dress trimmed with black lace, his cock swelled as he thought of Hilda's words 'Mistress of the house.' He watched her fine figure ascend the steps as he adjusted his collar, then descended the stairs as the maid heeded the doorbell. He stood behind the maid as she opened it and heard the confident tone of a truly independent woman for the first time. 'Madam Edith Grange... I am here to see Miss Hilda Sharpe.' The maid blushed a little as she felt the presence of one of the Masters of the house behind her, then dropped her head slightly on noting the dominant cook approach from below the stairs. Edith strode in, careful to avoid looking directly at the male who was already awestruck by her almost regal presence, instead smiling at Hilda, whose face wore a rare smile of genuine satisfaction, greeting her with her elegantly gloved hands. She then lifted her nose and glanced at Trent, more than pleased to see that Hilda's description of him had not been gilded; he would make a handsome pet. He stumbled to make himself known, unaware that he she knew all about him, and that he was the sole purpose of her visit. 'I...' She delighted in cutting him short, a studied look of contempt putting him firmly in his place. 'You must be Mr Henry Trent. I trust you will allow me some time when Miss Sharpe and I have concluded our business.' He was of course enthralled with her request, which was delivered as a demand rather than a question. He swallowed hard as the two women did not wait on an unnecessary response, and strode toward the lower stairs, Hilda not even having acknowledged his presence. 'Yes... Please, Madam Grange, I shall be in the drawing room.' The maid blushed further and tried to disguise her smile on seeing the weakness of her Master, he was already under the command of a superior woman, who appeared to pay no attention to his utterings. He watched the two delectably feminine shapes descend the stairs, then ascended to the drawing room for a brandy. Hilda and Edith simply sat in her room, consuming a brandy themselves and smoking cigarettes. Edith was more than pleased. 'We'll let him stew for an hour or so, then I'll take him to the Palace.' Hilda gaped open mouthed. 'Tonight?' Edith tipped the brandy glass into her mouth and grinned wickedly. 'Oh yes, he is everything you describe; I'll secure him and take him there before he recovers from the shock of the admission he'll confess to me, as you know, the Palace never sleeps. You shall not see him again till he is enslaved at my house, cleansed of the pomposity he has shown you. I take it you will accept my offer to join me there?' Hilda smiled contentedly as she crossed her legs and glanced about the neat but tiny room afforded her there. 'But of course, how could I not? The freedom to discipline males brought there for the society has shown me the way forward. I'll write my notice immediately, though there'll be no Master here to sign it. I shall look forward to rewarding the present one for his shortcomings.' Trent paced about the drawing room as the clock ticked by, then sat in his favourite chair and rubbed his cock through his trousers. he was anxious to have the limited and short conversation he believed he'd have with the woman, who had excited him with the way she had made him feel so insignificant, then masturbate again when she left. He broke into a cold sweat as the tap came at the door and the pert maid smiled curtly as she offered the supreme woman into the room, and left with a grin. Edith smiled as she saw him rise from the chair, and her eyes then went directly to the decanter and glasses on the side. 'Yes, I'll have a brandy thank you.' Trent gasped at her immediate commanding manner, and fumbled with the glass, spilling a little as he poured it, only to be further astonished as she strode to the chair he had been seated in, and sat, lifting her chin with a look of cold determination that was reminiscent of that which a governess he had as a boy had given him when about to be disciplined. He handed her the glass which she received without offering any acknowledgment of thanks, simply pointing to the smaller chair opposite. As he turned to sit, Edith pulled her skirt up to expose her calves clad in black boots laced high. He gasped audibly as he sat and stared at her footwear, his cock erecting immediately, making him squirm a little in an effort to conceal the bulge at his crotch. Edith simply cut to the chase. 'You find me attractive, don't you...Trent.' He could not believe his ears as she immediately demanded the cold truth which he had already indicated to Hilda, but knew this woman would not accept veiled responses. He quivered and found the strength to reply. 'Yes... yes Madam Grange, I... I find you attractive.' She crossed her legs and awarded him a glimpse of plump thigh amongst the inner frills of her dress. 'And in what way do you find a mature woman like me attractive?' She enjoyed his discomfort as she worked swiftly to bring the admission from him, which she would have within the minute. 'I... I... find you... find you so... so confident.' She felt her cunt moisten as she drew him. 'You find me a strong and independent woman, and you crave feminine authority; that's how you feel, isn't it?' His cock pulsed as her words cut down the shield of Victorian pomposity he hid behind, she delighted to see him edge forward on the chair, anxious to assume a position of submission before her. His voice broke as he fell into her grasp. 'Yes... yes... I crave feminine authority.' She smiled victoriously and pointed to the floor. 'Kneel! He did so without hesitation, and looked to the magnificent Edith, the relief at being where he had always wanted to be, outweighing the humiliation which kept his cock rigid with anticipation. Edith taunted him now, her cunt tingling with her own anticipation of parading him naked at the Palace. 'There! You're where you belong now. You shouldn't be so ashamed of your desire to know your correct place below the natural superiority of womanhood; I've broken many males like you, and you'll be taught to respect every one of us.' She lifted a boot. 'What is it you want to do now?' His cock pulsed pre-cum as he was consumed by the surreal and crushing humiliation of his position, but equally driven to it by the carnal pleasure of his submission. 'I want to kiss your boots Madam Edith.' She flicked her boot, needing give no more of an acknowledgment to the task, her control over him confirmed as he plied his lips to the black leather in adoration of her supremacy. She allowed him time to kiss both boots adequately, then gently eased his face up with one. 'You will now address me as 'Mistress'. I want to hear you tell me what is patently obvious; that you are a submissive male, and you wish to serve and obey me.' He flushed in the heat of his own exposure as he was brought to a point of utter humiliation in confessing his overpowering desire. 'Yes Mistress... I am a submissive male... I wish to serve and obey you...' His cock boned at her smile of sheer contentment as she witnessed his ego crushed by her dominance, the years of pretence stripped from him with consummate ease in a matter of minutes, and by a woman he had known only minutes longer. Her arousal was now in urgent need of attention. She stood and looked down at him. 'You'll have your maid hail a cab, I'm taking you to a place more suited to the service and obedience I will demand from you.' He rose from his knees and found his legs weak as he tried vainly to come to terms with what was happening, and the speed of which his life was turned on its head. The command from the woman who was now his Mistress prevailed above all train of thought though, and he found the maid in the lower hall, passing the request to her. She looked with curiosity at his ashen face, but thought better of asking upon his disposition. Edith smiled with satisfaction as she saw from the window, that the maid gained the attention of a cab immediately. She left the room and began her descent of the stairs, and seeing Trent about to ascend, simply pointed a finger to the door. The maid looked on in amazement as her Master said nothing and walked to the front door, the commanding woman in purple and black following him with a contented smile. Another smile emanated from the shadows at the rear of the hall, as Hilda watched Trent stand at the door, Edith pass him, and clicking her fingers, beckoned him down to the cab. Hilda's satisfaction was immense, knowing the pompous Trent was gone forever; he would be instantly recognisable in form when she next saw him, but his attitude to her would be one of servile obedience. She returned to her room with smug contentment to finish packing her bag. Edith took much pleasure in preparing her new pet for what was to come as the cab clattered through the streets, Trent still mesmerised by the shock of his own admission and the dominant beauty of the woman before him. 'The Palace is a secure haven in which the submission you have shown me will be nurtured, and you'll learn to respect, and be enjoyed by all women there. You'll be conditioned to obey womanhood without question on our visits there, and will witness how males who do not show absolute obedience are dealt with.' She smiled wickedly as he sat with bewildered yet excited eyes, already willing to obey her every whim. 'I trust that you are ready to be tested rigorously? not that you have any choice in the matter.' He could not have been more ready, having succumbed to her dominance in exposing him, he was now lapsing into the warmth of his submission to her. 'I am ready to be tested Mistress... rigorously.' She grinned at his naive but earnest response, and brought his cock to a full erection. 'You cannot know the pain you face, but you will learn to enjoy and beg for it. You'll be dominated most thoroughly.' The cab came to a halt before a grandiose marble building, its columned facade seeming to go on forever. The cab driver nodded as he was paid and left the two standing at the foyer entrance; a brass plaque proclaimed 'Palace Hotel.' She took his arm and led him in to what seemed no more than a very plush but typical hotel, though it was noticeable that all the staff were female. Edith smiled as she walked him to the grand reception desk. 'To anyone else, this is merely an hotel; the frontage is run as such, to keep prying eyes from what lies beyond.' Trent broke into another cold sweat as they neared the desk, Edith gripping his hand tight as he intimated a little reluctance for the first time. She smiled into his eyes. 'You cannot run away from your conscience and desires; you're mine now, and I'll have total obedience.' He swallowed hard, and his cock told him that she was oh so right. She was far from disappointed; his fear excited her, and he followed her willingly on the last few steps to the desk. The receptionist gave a knowing smile to a woman she recognised, and a curt smile at the male so obviously in her charge. 'The Palace Madam... and a first night here? Edith nodded. 'Yes, a first night; the regulation room service will be required.' The receptionist pressed a button under the counter and a smartly uniformed woman appeared, taking them through the doors to a marble stairway. She checked behind her, then took them not up the stairs, but round to another door under them. Closing that one behind them, they then continued through another which she opened up with a courteous and knowing smile as she looked Trent up and down. 'Welcome to the Palace, I know you'll enjoy your stay.' Trent's nose told him that this plush hidden foyer he now entered was very much a female domain, if his startled eyes did not. As Edith led him through to where his new life would begin in earnest, just the perfumed air kept his erection keen. He gasped disbelief as scantily clad women, their fine legs displayed in black stockings and each carrying a cane, greeted them at the counter. Edith watched his face stare hard at the bare arse of a male who had arrived moments earlier, shepherded through to the main area by his Mistress's cane, to know it's inner delights; the briefly open doors allowing him a glimpse of women of all shapes and ages, each provocatively dressed and engaged in casual conversation. Edith grinned as he stood in further shock while she and the two women began to undress him. At Her Disposal Ch. 01 'Oh yes my pet, you'll be shown to one and all just as he has; you are here to be dominated, and will be seen for what you are immediately, the submissive property of the superior sex.' He sank to his knees as his garments were removed, in shame at his naked body and erect cock being exposed, but lapsing into the submissive fervour he experienced when last on his knees, on one of the sneering females buckling a leather collar about his neck and holding the leash tight as Edith was helped from her tight dress. His cock showed no shame in boning to delight the girls as he saw his Mistress's ample thighs and womanly curves in the frills of the knickerbockers he had glimpsed at the house. One of the two girls grinned with satisfaction as she teased his cock with her cane. 'He is more than ready for display Madam; it's so pleasing to see a male led to know his place for the first time.' She passed the cane to Edith as the other girl passed her the leash, and the dominant woman playfully stroked the quivering male's arse on giving him her first command in earnest. 'Down on all fours! You'll now know the consequences of hiding the truth of your desires for so long. On to where they'll be realised to the full!' His stomach churned as the two sneering girls held the doors wide, and Edith led him naked and leashed through them, exposed at last as the submissive male he was, led proudly by a dominant woman into the great hall of the Palace to be viewed with contempt by the kindred powerful females who ruled there. His balls tingled with the lush humiliation of being seen by so many women, all of whom showed nothing but contempt for the confirmation of his weakness, their eyes burning into him; many of them sat in velvet chairs, being serviced orally by willing males, others chatting as their servile charges knelt with head low, leashed as he and awaiting the pleasure of the women they served, their cocks in various states of erection as they contemplated their submission with the exposed eagerness that he now knew. The occasional waft of sweet feminine arousal keeping his own cock hard as he pondered his own fate. He was now justly seen as an inferior animal, an object of the complete and utter contempt of all the women there. His cock was rigid as his mistress paraded him before the sneers of the superior women in her arrogant and conceited triumph, each cursory glance and spiteful look of contentment at his shame made his cock pulse bone hard, his balls tingling with an urgency to spend his mess; he had yearned to be owned by a woman, and now the cruel reality excited him in a way he could never have envisaged, each humiliation cut his ego down further, the unknown fate which awaited him teased and deepened his submission to all women irreversibly. As he followed naked and on all fours, the feminine scents of his Mistress and the other women flooding his nose, he lapsed into total submission to the arrogance and power of the confident females; he had given himself up to them, and now they would show him his true position in their world. He was taken to her room at the palace where he would know their first intimacies, and though he yearned to submit to his Mistress, it was a mild disappointment to be taken out of the view of so many dominant women; his exposure had him basking in the shame and humiliation he craved, his cock rigid as he was taunted and viewed with utter scorn. His disappointment was not entire though, as a new slave his first appointment required the attendance of two burly duty nurses who would oversee his initiation and ensure his behaviour was correct. Both flexed canes and looked down on him with utter contempt, sneering with content at the prospect of a new male. He watched the black stockings and garter belts of the long legs which kept him transfixed move to a corner, his Mistress bending to show him the full bulbous globe of her arse in the white knickerbockers as she felt a cushion to sit on. His cock boned and dribbled as his eyes surveyed the delicious cleft of her cunt in the white fabric, the cunt he longed to worship and a worship he would soon realise. His Mistress smiled at the older of the two nurses as she eagerly took the new slave's leash and felt his body with her cane as though inspecting livestock. 'I am eager to have him learn scent recognition first; his cook told me of a very pleasing but filthy habit he was partial to at his household.' She grinned and pointed to the linen basket, the stern nurse pressing her cane against the flesh of his buttocks as she too grinned knowingly. The captive male blushed noticeably and his cock peaked as he guessed that his Mistress was somehow aware of one of his indiscretions. The other burly maid took his leash and pulled it chokingly tight with a severe grin; she would be delighted to help the new male know his place. His Mistress looked into his bulging eyes with a smile. 'Oh yes, she used to watch discretely as you sniffed at her gussets from the laundry basket and took them to your room, she enjoyed watching through the keyhole as you masturbated.' The three women laughed with utter contempt as he beamed bright red at his exposure, his cock boning hard as the divine humiliation of being found out had his balls tingling and yearning to spend. For an upright Victorian male to be caught masturbating under any circumstances was scandalous; to do so when enjoying the scent of his maid's soiled underwear would likely earn him a sentence in an asylum. His Mistress crossed her arms, expressing her full breasts, the nipples poking excitedly as she savoured the moment. 'When you are fully trained, she will have the pleasure of seeing you do so again while she supervises; she will cane you when you have spent for her spice.' The second plump maid walked to past him and ran a cane up his spine as she passed with a haughty laugh, making his back arch and his erect cock bob to attention. 'First things first! We'll make sure there's no going back to your old status, lest you want your old friends and business partners to know of your true feelings for women.' She walked to a corner where something was covered with a sheet and whisked it off to reveal a camera. His Mistress grinned as she stepped up and pulled his leash tight, posing with every ounce of feminine arrogance. His cock dribbled as he was pictured for posterity, kneeling naked and owned by a woman, the other maid posing with a sneer, cane in her crossed arms. The other maid lifted the flash pan high, and he gasped, close to spending there and then as he was captured in more ways than one in a blaze of light. The evidence was now there to expose his shame to the world if he did not obey and comply with every whim of the magnificently stern woman, and the erotic feeling it engendered simply exemplified his commitment of submission to her. He was now hers in no uncertain terms and yet he felt no regret; it merely indulged his excitement and made his reduced ego yearn for further shameful exposure. His Mistress stroked his cock with her cane as the three laughed contemptuously. 'With the formality of your submission locked forever in time, we'll see you sniff that gusset now. I intend to dominate you into the most subservient and obedient pet, fit to be displayed at my side when I attend the many functions at which you will be humiliated.' With that, she lifted the lid of the raffia linen basket and picked out a pair of wincyette knickerbockers, bringing grins from the two maids. 'These are the pair which I wore the day before your capture, and continued to wear on the day that I chose to enslave you, and the deed was fulfilled. As your nose will soon testify, the situation meant that I was highly aroused, and as you'll also remember, the weather was inclemently warm and sticky. You'll show my gusset the respect that it deserves, you will masturbate while we watch your shame, then I shall watch my maids cane you before they depart as it's oh so apparent you're already safely submissive.' The elder of the two maids nodded her head with a knowing smile. 'Oh yes, we can see he's a servile cur, and we'll not need to restrain him for a visit to the gibbet room. He'll feel our disappointment to that fact through the cane. Perhaps his Mistress will indulge us by having him attend to witness the destiny of males who enter the palace and fail to realise that complete obedience to their prospective Mistress is not tolerated.' His anus tingled at the cold words of the haughty maid, his eyes filled with a lusty bewilderment at guessing, but not knowing exactly what the dominant woman meant. His Mistress confirmed the stark but erotic vision placed in his head by the maid. 'Yes, that would be a most satisfying treat, having my fresh male see another dance on the gibbet for our pleasure; it is always a disappointment for the Mistress concerned to see the rigours of her efforts ended that way, but there is always a consolation in seeing the exquisite disposal of a male in such a final and arousing way. The proceedings always have my cunt in full arousal, ready for the service of a male having witnessed the penalty for disobedience.' His cock boned rigid as he thought on viewing a male hanged by dominant women, his balls aching with the desire to spend as the vision had his deeply submissive nature making him almost jealous that he was not to be hanged. He was swiftly brought back to reality as his grinning Mistress pressed the wincyette gusset to his nose and posed for a further picture. The women sneered with perverse pleasure as the camera flashed, and he felt his Mistress's cane. 'Look at how you made me soil my underwear! These two ladies will make you pay dearly for that, but we'll see you lowered sufficiently first. Sniff!' The two maids flexed their canes as he was humiliated before them, the rich spice of the gusset he now held acting like an aphrodisiac as he surveyed the gently stained material. They laughed as he knelt sniffing at the scent of the woman who now owned him, his cock bobbing stiff as his senses were indulged, the older maid flexing her cane impatiently. 'Do you prefer the spice to the front or the tang to the rear I wonder? Either way, I'll see you lick your Mistress's gusset nice and clean before you receive a deserved caning.' The younger but equally formidable maid watched with glee, her cunt swelling with growing spite as he sniffed eagerly along the length of the gusset under the supervision of eyes which expressed their sheer contempt. 'I want to see him use that tongue on the gusset, it'll benefit him for when his tongue is put to better use; I trust his Mistress will allow us to assist with his oral training?' His Mistress smiled as she pulled the leash tight and pushed the gusset into his face. 'Lick that fabric! We'll have it nice and clean before you masturbate!' Her grinning eyes turned to meet the younger maid. 'I will be most honoured to have your assistance with his oral training, I know he's never sniffed cunt before, let alone serviced a woman that way; I trust that you will be most rigorous with your training, a caning for any minor disappointment until he achieves perfection.' They laughed as he licked frantically at the delicious spices and tangs of the gusset, their laughter more contemptuous than ever as his tongue rasped eagerly at the darker stains to the rear of the fabric. He had dreamed of licking at the wet essences of an aroused cunt, but had never had the opportunity in his rare and dour Victorian relationships; now he would learn that pleasure, taught most proficiently and strictly by superior women, his balls ached for release as he was shamed, humiliated, and made aware of the thorough domination that he would endure. His Mistress smiled with cruel satisfaction as she pulled the underwear from him and dropped it to the floor, the two maids stepping to either side of a high bed, displaying their canes as their faces displayed smiles of arrogant contentment. He looked on, his heart racing as he surveyed the two, and the bulging camel-toe of the woman who would own him so completely. 'You'll masturbate in my presence for the first time now. You'll show your submission by shooting your mess, on your knees before your owner, and while witnessed by two other women. They will enjoy the humiliation of your initiation as much as I, and your base act will fully justify the caning they will award you.' All three sneered with delight as he clasped his erect cock without hesitation, and received the encouragement of a stroke of the cane to his flank from his excited Mistress. He gasped as he stropped his boning member, the full gravity of his predicament brought home by their laughter as all four were indulged in acute pleasure from both perspectives. His sensation while masturbating was never as sensual and pleasurable as it now was, even whilst indulging in his darkest fantasies; the grinning cane bearing women and the bulging cunt before him which would shortly know his tongue, filled him with the realisation that he was truly captured now forever, he was a submissive cur and his anus tingled as the semen rose from the balls which were now the property of womanhood. His cock poked stiff and erect as he wallowed in his submission, the thought of being caned bringing back memories of a strict upbringing, in which a governess had seen that his submission to women in adulthood was nicely primed. As he began to orgasm, he thought back to the tears he had shed when liberally shown the rod by his stern keeper; she had relished caning him and made no secret of it, and he thanked her for it as he began to moan before the women who would now continue his discipline. His Mistress took great pleasure in pulling his leash chokingly tight as he began to buck on his knees in the sweet ectasy of absolute submission to her, the first hot jet of semen pulsing out in a loop from his rigid cock, bringing laughs of scornful satisfaction from the maids and a contented triumphal sneer from his new owner. 'You're mine forever now, and you'll be brought down to the level of service I require; your first caning awaits you.' He was now ready to give up his very life for her as the intense orgasm wracked his whole body and immersed his senses in a submissive euphoria, and as the jets of hot semen streaked out in tribute to her dominance across the floor and gusset he had licked clean, he yearned to be caned by the laughing maids who enhanced his humiliation exquisitely. She pulled harder on the leash, nearly lifting him from his knees as his aching balls spent their load as though it were his last orgasm, her cunt oozing in its own appreciation as she witnessed the power of her dominance and his utter submission to it. As he gasped and the last dribbles of cum were ejected in ecstatic obedience, the maids placed one hand on their hips and pointed their canes at the bed with broad grins while his Mistress urged him to it with the leash. She picked up the underwear with her cane, the gusset now freshly soiled with his own mess, and led him to the bed. She placed it on the pillow, gusset up. 'You'll sniff and lick your seed as it mingles with my essences, and you'll learn to enjoy bondage under the cane; we'll not allow you to shrink away from the strokes you've earned, your flesh will know the full pleasure of each cut.' He obediently lay on the bed with and placed his face into the sticky gusset which wrapped itself about his nose and mouth as it sank into the pillow, his spent cock already stiffening as his Mistress bound his ankles together with a leather manacle secured to the end of the bed. The grinning maids took an arm each and secured his wrists tightly in the same fashion. His mind now entered a new avenue of submission as he flexed against the manacles and was made to forcefully inhale and taste his Mistress's delicious scent, his face slipping in the mess that he had given up in her honour. He was now completely at the mercy of the dominant woman and the spiteful maids, his cock fully erected again as he knew he would receive none. She delighted in seeing him bound that way, and reflected on how he had displayed an air of typically pompous masculine superiority when they had first met, before disclosing his his real feelings of submission to the truly superior gender. Her cunt tingled as she relished seeing him caned for the first time. 'I think twenty-four strokes will suffice in concluding the maid's part in your initiation; I know they have an appointment in the gibbet room within the hour which you will bear witness to. You will learn what happens to males who do not show complete obedience to womanhood, their final lesson absolute. But first you'll enjoy the pleasures of the strict discipline of the flesh, and then we shall have a quiet moment alone where your tongue will begin its schooling in the correct use. I shall count out the twenty-four strokes.' She gently slipped a finger down the wet cleft of the camel toe in her now damp underwear, her cunt in full arousal, and gave a nod to the eager maids. 'Cane him!' He snorted at the gusset and his whole body tensed against the manacles as he detected the movement of the older maid, his cock rigid with fear and the carnal pleasure of his submission as the delightful sound of the cane cutting the air brought the promise of just and deserved punishment, its short note seeming to last an eternity before impact, heralding the spiteful lust of the severe woman who brandished it with intense pleasure. The flesh of his cheeks bounced deliciously as the rod splayed his soft buttocks with a resounding crack, and he bucked and moaned for the pleasure of the women as the searing pain which followed made him gasp at the spicy gusset which would soon be wet with tears. 'One!' The voice of his Mistress carried such contentment in just the one word, as she counted out each vicious stroke, each one delivered with aplomb and applied with sadistic expertise by the maids in turn, each relishing each of the twelve strokes which were to be applied with the utmost vigour, their cunts that were wet with sheer enjoyment would know the thanks of his tongue at a later date. The cruel enjoyment of the woman that now owned him and now oversaw that ownership taking sweet effect was equally rich. She watched each resonating crack leave its red wheal with utmost pleasure, his cries and the writhing of his body as he knew pain under bondage bringing her close to orgasm as she counted with superior deliberation. As the count passed twelve, he cried like a small child but the pain now became almost pleasurable. His boning cock thrust at the sheets and he found himself wanting to come again as he wallowed deeper into submission; he felt himself lifting his tortured flesh to meet each delicious kiss of the unforgiving rod, the tight manacles now offering his captured body a curious comfort as he tested them, the spice of the sopping gusset now like an opiate as the thrashing made him yearn to know the promise of serving his Mistress orally. 'Eighteen!' As the stroke hit hard, the panting maids noted his change in attitude, watching his urgency as he thrust at the sheets, bring further scorn from the elder of the two. Her nicely aroused nipples poked hard through her black uniform top as her excitement peaked. 'I think he wants to mess for us! Oh how I'm going to show him some discipline!' His Mistress grinned with pleasure at her new slave's early willingness for punishment. 'I shall continue the count until he spends in submission; he will earn a further caning at my pleasure for his disobedience.' Her words alone were almost enough to bring the semen from him as the thrashing was resumed, the maids using every ounce of their vigour in an effort to be the one to make him surrender his balls to them, their supple arms never tiring through practice with the cane. As the sweet sound of each further stroke announced the delicious pain to follow, he sank into a submissive ecstasy; the darkly erotic vision of the gibbet room, the promise of the scent and taste of his Mistress as he worshipped her womanhood, a further caning from his Mistress... The maids sneered with triumph as he humped at the sheets spontaneously, his cries of pain turning to moans of blissful ecstasy as he gave up his balls in utter submission, the seed thrashed from him. He had yearned to serve a woman, and as he was dominated by the two maids while that woman watched with trite and arrogant righteous pleasure, his realisation that he was a complete cur and would be her obedient pet was expressed in a torrent of hot seed; he was hers, and he could never have imaged such acute ecstasy as the final cutting strokes assured that his balls emptied their load in a lust for a further caning. At Her Disposal Ch. 01 As the maids rested their canes with satisfied smiles, his Mistress rubbed her hand across his tortured flesh, admiring the raised wheals, bloodied cuts, and patches of purple bruising which grew larger by the minute. They too, wiped their canes across his flesh before helping to untie him. His Mistress lifted his head by his hair and the three laughed at his red eyes and sticky face, slimy with tears his own seed and feminine essences. 'You'll get down from the bed and kiss their feet in thanks for your caning now. I want to see the evidence of your disobedience on my sheets too.' As he rose to his knees on the bed and moved to leave it, she tugged on his leash to halt him. 'Look at the mess you've made! I'll have that licked clean first.' His cock drooped semi erect, his belly shiny and the hairs stuck to his flesh with semen as she pointed with her cane to the messy damp patch and globules of his seed on the bed. The three enjoyed a further small humiliation of him as he lapped his own mess from the sheets. Though he had spent twice already, his cock made a valiant effort to stiffen as he was subjected to this animal act for the women, the taste of his own semen surprisingly bland. 'Down you get, kiss their feet and thank them for the caning.' He did so eagerly, being truly grateful for their part in his initial domination, though their work had left him very sore; the swelling and tightening of his damaged flesh making him gasp as he bent to kiss their feet. The two were suitably impressed with his obedience but did not let him see it. His Mistress pulled his head up with the leash when she was satisfied with his adoration of their shiny ankle boots which they showed on lifting their long skirts. 'Thank you...thank you both... for caning me.' The hairs on his back rose as he humiliated himself and the two stern maids sneered down at him, but the words had come out a lot easier than he could have wished for. 'Oh, you'll thank us again with your tongue very soon, and our cunts will know your full gratitude.' The three laughed as her words had his cock show further appreciation, aided by it being lifted by his Mistress's cane. The maids then left, thanking his Mistress for the honour, and bidding her goodbye till the appointment in the gibbet room. She pulled the leash chokingly tight and smiled. 'Thirty-two strokes in all. You shall have the same again by my fair hand when the whim takes me, but I'll have no repeat of your disobedience then; you'll have that cock which I now own, neutralised in a cage, and you'll learn to enjoy the pain alone. You'll come only when I allow it, and only in my presence or that of any woman I choose to lease you to.' She smiled with satisfaction as she stroked his cock with her cane, it now semi erect again regardless of its recent exertions, showing her that this male was deeply submissive and she revelled in her control of him. 'There will be many dominant women who'll show interest, and you'll be a fine source of income for me. You will obey and service any woman I choose to enslave you to.' She left him kneeling on the floor and stepped to the end of the bed, turning to face it and allowing him a view of her gracefully plump feminine shape, tightly corseted waist and beautifully full round arse in white knickerbockers tied at the rear by a pink bow. 'Come over here now and untie my underwear, I'm ready to acquaint you with my scent.' He came across and knelt behind her, fumbling a little in his excitement as he untied the bow. 'Pull them down now, I'm eager to have you learn how to use your tongue in the appropriate fashion as quickly as possible; all the ladies you are introduced to will require it, not least me.' His cock lifted again as her underwear slipped gracefully down her large thighs and long legs to reveal the magnificent globes of her arse. A thin black belt nestled above her glorious cheeks to which the straps to her black silk stockings were attached; he had masturbated hard over pictures of women dressed this way, obtained from a discrete source in the East End, and his heart raced at his delicious predicament. He had spent lustily over the depictions, having to imagine the women to be sternly dominant, now he was owned by such a woman. She turned her head and grinned smugly on seeing his fixated gaze. She stepped out of the underwear, making those cheeks shimmer delightfully, and pointed to the gusset with her cane. 'Look what you're responsible for! They'lll take some washing to get them clean, I think I will have the maid supervise you on laundry duty when we're home. She'll not tolerate any slacking from you, and will show you the cane if you try to sniff any dirty pairs without permission.' The humiliating thought of being ruled over by a maid while he washed his Mistress's underwear only excited him all the more; his balls tingled as he imagined the disciplines he would face at her home. Thinking he was to lick the gusset clean for her as before, he motioned to pick them up, only to feel a sharp tug on his leash and see her kick them aside. 'Oh no, you'll know proper cleaning duties now; I want that tongue.' He watched spellbound as she knelt gracefully on the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs slightly and passing his leash between them under her body, then arching her back and pushing her beautifully spread arse cheeks wide. His cock boned at the beautiful vista of her arsehole and cunt, exposed exquisitely and invitingly. He gasped as he felt her tension the leash, drawing his face closer to her heavenly femininity. 'Sniff my arsehole! Don't you dare lick until I tell you!' The tension on the leash enhanced his submissive euphoria as his nose felt the soft flesh of his dominant Mistress's arse, slipping up against the delicate brown pucker of her soft brown rosebud, his cock bobbed stiff as he inhaled deeply, accepting the tart tangs and feminine juices of her wonderfully sticky arsehole. Her nipples pointed hard with excitement as she savoured controlling her new slave, knowing that hers was the first arsehole he had sampled, and that he did so with absolute obedience to her. She licked her lips and sighed with pleasure, keeping the leash tight as she basked in her superiority; the warmth of his breath as he urgently sniffed in an ectasy of his own, keeping her cunt tingling and moist, ready to know her new pet's attentions. 'I know how staid and dour your previous sexual encounters have been; you will now learn to satisfy a woman's true and openly lustful urges. As my pet, you'll grow to lust for the absolute submission to women that you'll be taught through the strictest of disciplines.' She arched her back a little further, her cunt wet and tingling incessantly s she thought back with satisfied pleasure on how he had taken his first caning, then tugged his leash. 'Lick my arsehole! Know your true position, below your Mistress and all women.' The tone of her command made his balls and anus tingle, and as his tongue willingly pressed to the contours and tightness of the inviting pucker, he knew both the acrid yet somehow sweet taste of his Mistress, and that of submission to the superiority of womanhood. His already hard worked cock, the bell-end still slimy and glistening with the evidence of its previous surrenders, rose rigid in a salute of sublime and willing submission as he succumbed to her dominance. His tongue circled the delightful cleft, feeling her delicious pucker pulse and protrude as it passed over it in loving adoration, the tangs and scents of his owner registering indelibly and taking him deeper into submission. He felt her finger touch his chin as she slipped her free hand through the hot wet cleft of her cunt, his tongue noting the gentle dilation of her anus. 'Get that tongue up deep into my arsehole where it belongs, I want you to show full worship and prove your worthiness to lick my cunt clean.' He needed no further prompting, and his balls ached, yearning to come for a third time as his tongue eased into the glorious warmth of her anus for the first of countless services to follow. His tongue ached as he extended it and sampled her enjoyment as she contracted and dilated her anal muscles on the exploring tongue, the soothing sensation of his worship making her sigh as all the while she nurtured the clitoris he would soon pay homage to. He felt the leash slacken, and it was with some disappointment to him as the sweet orifice which held him mesmerised with the pleasure of worship was pulled away from his aching tongue. She turned so gracefully on the bed, laying back and slowly lifting her legs elegantly to display her fully aroused cunt, wet and glistening. 'Down you go. I want you to lick everything nice and clean, then you'll do your duty and bring me off for first time, start at the bottom and work up.' She smiled and closed her eyes, twirling her toes high in the air as she pulled his leash gently, showing her enforcement of control over him at all times. His cock bobbed rigid as his face descended and he sniffed the delicious spice of her womanhood, his tongue first licking at the tangy cleft above her arsehole before his face was pulled gently into the flaps and folds of her hot cunt. She laughed with pleasure as his initial gasps and spluttering gave away his willing desire to serve her and service her. She pulled the leash tighter as his chin slipped comfortably in the abundance of her juices while his tongue explored the lips and folds, his nose nursing her soft butterfly and occasionally consumed in the soft warm depths of her slit. She worked her budding clitoris with the tip of her finger, thoroughly enjoying the willing efforts of his rasping tongue as he worked his way up to it. She now gasped, urgently wanting to come as his tongue reached her finger. She tugged the leash tight. 'There! Good boy, just under that hood of skin at the top... Oooh yes! You shall have such a caning after our trip to the gibbet room!' He felt her immediate urgency on licking at the hard little nub at the top of her cunt, and though he had never serviced a woman orally before, her excitement at the attentions of this little peak were very clear. The leash bit at his throat, and his flank felt the sharp stroke of her cane whenever his tongue ventured away from its point of duty; he felt her thighs tense and he was stroked with the cane for good measure as her moans increased in intensity. 'Yes! Yes!... There!... Harder!... Ooooooohhh!!' He gasped at the choking leash as her thigh muscles tightened and her toes pointed at right angles, the ecstasy of a victorious orgasm warped through her body, the servitude of her new ma!e confirmed. He so wanted to spend as she sighed and groaned, her juices eagerly lapped up by him as her hand clenched white knuckled on the cane which he would know again later. She sighed with relief and released the leash, but held his head to her cunt, pressing his face into its wet heat. 'You lick me nice and clean now, and I have two prizes for you to wear when you're done, which you'll wear with pride to the gibbet room.' She grinned with smug pleasure as he dutifully licked her clean, and sneered when she stood up and surveyed his erect cock. 'You'll see the price males pay who disobey and refuse to allow their true desire to be dominated to be nurtured; the ultimate price. Then we'll return here and you'll tell me exactly what you thought, you'll be milked one final time, and caged until I think you are worthy to spend again.' She moved to a dressing table and took two items from a drawer, smiling wickedly at him in the tall mirror as she did so. Her smile widened to a grin as she showed him a small placard on a chain which read 'Cunt and arsehole cleaner', and held up the other item, a black anal plug, nice and wide with a tapered end and flat stopper. He had no idea what this was, but was soon to be introduced to it. She dipped her fingers into a tub of cold cream on the table and grinned as she watched his bewildered eyes study it. 'Bend over, shoulders close to the floor, arse in the air!' He groaned slightly as his arse cheeks were beginning to stiffen from the caning, but what was to follow would take his mind from it. 'Now I shall pay you a compliment for your service to my rear passage; you'll know the delights of its sensitivity.' He jerked as he felt the tip and the cold cream touch his arsehole, and received a stroke of the cane to the side of his already sore cheeks. 'Still! I'll have obedience at all times or you'll not come back from the gibbet room!' She grinned with cruel pleasure as she deftly eased eased the tapered end in, watching his anus stretch to accomodate it. He whimpered as he was violated, though the feeling of having his anus spread wide made both it and his balls tingle, his cock rigid as she squeezed it in. She smiled with satisfaction as the larger girth slipped in and his pucker closed around the thinner girth, almost pulling the flat stopper in to kiss it. 'Now you have a permanent physical reminder that you are my property; you'll wear it at all times, removing it only when I allow it and when you need to defecate, at which time you will beg permission and will relieve yourself when supervised by a maid.' She watched with delight as he squirmed a little, as his bowels tried spontaneously and oh so naturally to shit out the rude intruder, but to no avail. 'You will learn to love your plug as it will stimulate your prostate with the movement of your body; you will be more than eager to walk with me and complete tasks at my bidding.' She took the placard and hung it about his neck. 'There! Now we're ready to have everyone know just what you've been up to. You may kiss my feet in thanks.' As he bent to kiss her feet, she rubbed her cane on his sore flesh, making his dilated anus squeeze at the plug and giving him the first indication of a curiously pleasurable sensation as it massaged his prostate. With his anus held wide by the plug, this also simulated a physical feeling as when in fear of something, deepening his feeling of submission to her. His cock boned rigid as he kissed her feet, he was owned and he truly knew it now. She tugged his leash, and leaving her beautiful arse and cunt bare, led him proudly from the room to display him on their journey, and have him sweetly humiliated. As she led him on all fours to their destination they passed countless scornful women, each delighting in seeing a new male humiliated on displaying the evidence of his early disciplines. They made a point of bringing their hands together and complimenting his Mistress while sneering or laughing provocatively at the leashed male, the placard proclaiming tasks completed, his striped and bruised arse displaying so succinctly that he had known the proud woman's dominance. He had thought his initial journey to the room had been humiliating enough, but now his erect cock dribbled pre-cum as he was exposed in full for the lowly cur he was, and his Mistress's words with reference to the intrusive plug were realised; the stimulation of his prostate as he was led in shame had his balls aching to come as his spread anus clenched at it with every movement and delicious taunt. They approached a room on the far side of the grandiose building with huge ornate wooden doors which swung open gracefully as they reached them; a tall woman in a long black silk dress which swept the floor, smiled with contentment through a black lace veil having seen their approach through a disguised peep hole. A short corridor followed where two more similarly dressed women stood by two gilded chests before an even larger set of jet black double doors with gold fittings. His cock boned on noting that the gold handles were fashioned as finely detailed nooses, and his sense of submissive thrill tinged with foreboding was then enhanced by the two veiled women. They smiled as they opened the chests, and his Mistress was fitted with a small black eye-mask which did not hide any of the expression on her face, but merely ringed her confident eyes. She smiled knowingly and he gasped as the other female took great delight in taking a full leather hood from her chest, slipping it over his head and leaving just his startled eyes on display. They grinned with pleasure as the hood was tied tight, watching the leather over his mouth bulge and retract as he panted in anticipation of what lay beyond the doors. The veiled women retained a permanent pleased smile as the doors swung open to reveal a large auditorium and two more veiled women welcomed them in with pleased grins to where around forty masked women sat or stood, many with kneeling and hooded male slaves in attendance, some scantily clad with slaves who busily licked feet, others as was he, with various placards to remind them and show others of recent tasks. Some of the women were sat alone, dressed formally on having attended just for this event, some showing decadence by openly smoking cigarettes, something a 'proper' Victorian women would not be seen doing in public. They all sat facing black velvet curtains which crossed the room. His Mistress was ushered to the front, close to the curtains, where women with recently acquired slaves were placed to allow those newer pets to have a clearer view of the spectacle. Several other dominant women followed them in before the veiled women moved to either end of the room and reeled back the curtains. Spontaneous delighted murmurs and gasps from some of the hooded males greeted the revelation of a stark yet somehow handsome gallows, a silky white noose with a large slipknot hanging delectably from a broad gibbet which protruded out over the elevated stage. The walls were clad with mirrors, duplicating the stark image at several angles; no one there would fail to have an unobstructed view, and the victim would have the pleasure of witnessing his own hanging as he twirled on the unforgiving rope. To the rear of the stage on either side, were two doors; on one side a plain set of double doors in the same colour as the nearby un-mirrored walls, on the other an elliptical double door, ornately designed in an obvious representation of a woman's genitalia. His Mistress pulled the leash nice and tight as if to emulate his hanging, delighting in the satisfaction of his staring in awe at the place of finality for someone and making him dribble pre-cum as his eyes surveyed the menacing magnificence of the bold structure, and with wonderment at those doors. His Mistress smirked on seeing his eyes survey the feminine portal. 'The male will enter via the plain door, he will be hanged, and will leave through the other; taken back from whence he came, consumed by womanhood.' His anus tingled and clenched at the plug as the forthright resonance and tone of her voice displayed her contentment at the ritual and its indication of feminine dominance; every aspect of his new life ensured that he too was being slowly and inevitably consumed by that dominance. A fantasy of his came back to his mind, where he was the condemned at a public execution, something which was common earlier in the century but now abolished. He would now witness such an event, and his heart raced in erotic anticipation. He was not the only slave to hold this fantasy. One of the other women whipped her male from the rear of the auditorium, to generous applause from those women there who recognised the domme and her sub from prior events. The leash was tugged harder by the watching Mistress who was also familiar with the pair. 'She has promised to hang him, as he begs for it, but this is as close as he will get; the dead do not suffer, but he'll do so for an eternity, just you watch his humiliation.' The slave was whipped to a stool before the stage in full view of all who attended, and knelt upon it. With his eyes fixed upon the noose, he masturbated while his Mistress flicked his arse spitefully with the cane, and women laughed, sneered, and taunted, immersing him in total shame and humiliation, overcome by total submissive ecstasy as he wanked hard with a wholesome desire to know that rope. At Her Disposal Ch. 02 As the new slave and his new owner were removing their masks in the exit corridor, the slave's nose was alerted by the smell of leather. He turned to see Madam Harriet and Fiona Brown smile at his Mistress, then fix their leering gaze upon him, sneering as they viewed the erect cock that ached for relief after the spectacle they had orchestrated. Harriet moved close, allowing the kneeling male to inspect her superb thighs and inviting camel-toe as she draped her whip over his shoulders and back, making him gasp at its weight and feel on his flesh. 'I trust your new pet enjoyed seeing the fate of one of his lowly gender, and has digested clearly what he can expect if disobedient.' His Mistress pulled the leash tighter, pulling his face closer to the rigidly dominant woman's bulging cunt, smiling as she watched him automatically sniff to seek its scent. 'Oh he thoroughly enjoyed it, and expressed his envy at the male's position; he has been very obedient though, so he'll not know the pleasure of the male's last moments.' Harriet grinned wickedly and pulled his head into her crotch, having his nose slip into the delicious cleft in the leather. 'Just the same, I take it you'll allow me to sample his obedience when he's settled in; I am showing Fiona how we train males here at the palace, now she has earned her membership with the splendid gift of the male she provided. As you've seen, she is as eager to have males know that they are an expendable commodity as I am.' Fiona now stepped close and ran her nails down his flank as his nose nuzzled at the Harriet's hot cleft. 'I'd be most honoured if you allow it; he's an attractive male isn't he? I know my envy of your ownership will bring out the spite in me; I'd love to see him beg to be returned to you, on sampling the discipline I intend to exact on all males.' The slave's cock boned, aching at her words as his Mistress laughed, proud of her acquisition, and at the young lady's cruel honesty. 'Why of course! He knows I intend to put him to good use.' She pulled his face out from Harriet's thighs and held his head back so that the two could sample his expression. 'Kiss the feet of these two ladies, and ask that they grace you with their dominance.' He thought of being dominated thoroughly by the women he had seen dispose of a male as though he were a mere toy, filled him with a carnal excitement he could not hide from them, and they grinned with arrogant feminine satisfaction as he humiliated himself. He had been a proud and pompous society male, now his anus tingled as it gripped the plug in submissive reverence while he bent and kissed the feet of women who would enjoy breaking him. His immediate owner pulled him up by the leash, to openly display his submission to all women. 'I beg you... please dominate me... please allow me to know your discipline.' They and other women who had gathered while returning their masks and now enjoyed watching a male humiliated, grinned with satisfaction at his reddened face as his heart pounded in the focus of a feminine audience. The words he had chosen repeating themselves in his mind, etching deep into his increasingly submissive soul as he was displayed and exposed for their pleasure. Harriet snaked the whip back and held it between her breasts, nipples hard with anticipation. 'Good boy, you'll know my whip as soon as your Mistress is comfortable with your instalment here.' They nodded with a smile at his Mistress and strutted off, leaving him panting on his knees, savouring the large globular arse in leather which he would pay homage to, and the prim shape of the younger lady; the level of her spite soon to be realised by him. His Mistress grinned with pleasure as she tugged his leash and had him begin the journey to his caning and caging. 'Madam Harriet will tell others of her enjoyment of you on sampling your services; many of her contacts remaining incognito outside the palace. I think you are going to earn your keep with me very nicely.' On arriving back at her room, his Mistress wasted no time, the day's event still crisp in her mind, the thought of the hanging male keeping her arousal at a peak. She sat at the end of the bed, then lay back and lifted her graceful legs high and wide. 'Lick my cunt! Now!' Her slave did so with vigorous appreciation, his face slipping in the spicy lubrication of her flesh as his tongue lapped at her excitement, his nose sniffing at the heavenly scent as he worked up the delightful folds to the hood which adorned his goal. She groaned long and hard as he brought her off, then was swiftly ordered to lie face down on the bed. His cock pulsing as she cut the air with her cane, and then placed a cock cage on the pillow before his eyes. 'You'll spend under my cane, then you'll know the discipline of the cage. I want you to think of what you have seen today, and I'll have you wishing more than ever that you had known the sanctuary of the rope. The dead do not suffer!' He bucked in pain as the sound of the descending cane gave way to the bite into his already sore flesh, his mind full of the erotic execution, the dominance of his Mistress, and the prospect of being dominated by the women whose images as they taunted the male on the rope invoked his full submission under the cane. With the air full of the sound of the spiteful application of the rod by his Mistress, his cock which would soon know imprisonment, thrust at the sheets as his balls announced his divine surrender. His Mistress sneered knowingly as she watched the urgency of his jerks while his striped flesh bounced and tensioned under her cane. 'Think of the hanged male, think of his last thoughts, think of the world he has gone to.' She did not know of the world he had departed to, but knew it would be a very real one, not what her unknowing slave could ever dream of. She grinned as he began to moan rather than yelp at each stroke, and sighed with satisfaction as the impetus of her more vigorous stokes had him buck and spend on the sheets in a divine release of his seed. His mind and body were immersed in the ecstasy of submission as the cane punished his thoughts of the male dangling bound on the gibbet; taunted and spitefully enjoyed by the dominant women who now controlled his life, the hot wads slipping under his cock and belly as he jetted his mess again and again, sinking deep into masochistic submission while the spasms of sheer pleasure pumped from his balls as he tried to imagine the feeling of defeat of the male as he hanged. Spent and caned, his cock would now be caged. The hanged male awoke, his head swimming, and sniffed at the black velvet he lay on as he squirmed in his bonds, finding them loser than those he had hanged in. His neck was so sore, and his balls tingled as the vivid memory of his erotic ordeal flooded back to him. Trying to rub his cock as it erected, he felt the restriction of the cruel cage as his cock expanded to fill it, his sensitive bell-end numbed by the steel dome which ensured he would know denial. As he squirmed he felt the lush touch of the padded velvet throughout the entire length of his body, realising that all his body hair had been removed, and his denial was teased all the more as his anus clenched on a plug which was not the plumed version he had been hanged wearing, it was smaller in girth but longer, caressed his prostate and keeping his caged cock excited. His weary demeanour was tested when his stomach turned as he felt the sensation of falling, then felt pressure on his chest and belly as he was seemingly lifted again; his eyes searched through the lattice and spied a circular window - a port hole - he was on a ship. He heard the clank of a steel door being unlocked, and felt a rush of warm air through the lattice, the saline breeze sweetened by perfumed feminine fragrance. His heart raced as he heard the door clanked shut and bolted, then heard the sultry tones of a woman's voice. 'Let's see how our goods are this morning.' His anus clenched at the plug as the lid of his box was lifted, and he wondered about feigning unconsciousness as he was bathed in light. He gasped as a finger pressed hard on the anal plug, and his reaction was greeted by soft laughter. He found himself being lifted to his knees as one woman pulled on his wrists bound behind him, and the other slipped a long leash over his head, pulling it tight around his neck, feeling him jerk at its feel. She sneered, half laughing. 'Oh yes, you like that embrace don't you.' He slipped back on his knees in the box, and the leash was tied tight to a rung behind it, keeping him upright. His cock bulged in the cage as the two women now came into view, inspecting him with curt smiles of derision. Both were confident middle-aged women, their full breasts prominent in tightly girdled and flowing cream coloured dresses, their smiles severe, and their hair in tight buns completing their haughty appearance. He could now take in that he was in a cargo hold, the box secured on a platform about two feet high and secured to prevent its movement. The taller of the two severe women unbuckled his ball gag as the other lifted a bottle with rubber tubing over its neck from a bag. He gestured to speak and was slapped smartly, the pleasure in doing so radiating from the matriarch's sneering face. 'Obedience!.. You'll not dare speak in my presence! Just one word and you'll wear a spiked cage for the remainder of your journey.' His cock pulsed in its effort to erect in the one he was adorned with as his face warmed red from her stinging hand. The other woman approached with an equally severe smile, offering the tube from the bottle to his mouth. 'Open! You'll drink this.' She held the tube to his lips and lifted the large bottle above his head. The two grinned as the translucent liquid within it was gulped down by the captive male. They watched with satisfaction as his face expressed its wonder at the slimy solution. The tall arrogant woman eased his mystery. 'This will keep you hydrated; it's going to get warmer as we travel, and it'll be very hot where you're going. It will also nourish you without your need to shit; you'll shit readily enough for your new owner.' They watched as he emptied the bottle, his stomach tightening with the task. The bottle was replaced in the bag, and as the tall one delighted in buckling the ball gag, the other wore a perverse smile as she lifted a huge syringe from the bag, both women displaying their pleasure at his torment as he tensed and snorted at the sight. 'Your passage will be so much swifter, and you'll retain the strength you need to face your Mistress by having a nice comforting sleep; you'll be grateful for it, because you'll be treated with the hardest discipline when you arrive.' He jerked as the other woman approached, receiving another sharp slap to the face by the tall and haughty matriarch. His cock bulged in the cage as the other woman lay the menacing syringe on the velvet at the head of the box, rather than pierce his flesh and inject him immediately. She then lay the white towel she carried it in, below the syringe and before his knees. The two grinned as they watched him tremble, naked, bound, and held by the leash. The tall one produced a key which she dangled before his eyes in her delicate slender fingers. 'You'll show your pleasure of submission before you're returned to your box; we know we've excited you, and we want you to sleep without the hindrance of lust for your new life of enslavement.' His back arched and he strained against the leash as the shorter woman cupped and fondled his balls, threatening to squeeze them as she sneered, while the other unlocked his cage. The two laughed softly as he snorted through his nose, his wrists straining at their bond behind his back, his feeling of vulnerability at an extreme as his cock swelled and poked rudely erect for the women. His anus tingled with lush submission; he could not deny the attraction he had for the curt and severe women who were in complete control of him. His balls tingled delightfully as the soft commanding hand that had slapped his face, now gently massaged his cock to rigidity, then began to teasingly masturbate him very slowly. She sighed as she bent and sniffed at the ripe masculine scent of his cock. 'Oh, you're more than ready to give up your seed for us, aren't you.' The other woman continued to caress his hairless balls, smiling at him as they retracted and fell in succession in her hand as his pleasure was increased. 'These balls will soon wear the band of your owner, I just wish I could be there to see you squirm as it's fitted; such a fine pair, they'll provide a wonderful display.' The hand that teased his cock now slipped up and down it's length with increasing vigour as the two laughed, the taller woman now keen to have him spurt for her. 'Oh yes, if you thought Madam Harriet was strict in her dominance, just you wait and see what is to come. You were such a proud and arrogant male, now you'll be reduced to nothing; you'll be made to wish you'd succumbed to the noose.' He bucked and groaned through the gag, as he thought of the noose, his eyes flicking between the smiling women, the syringe, and the hand working his cock relentlessly. He had been a slave to his own submission and knew he was now paying the price as the movement of the ship took him further away from a life that was gone forever; bound and enslaved, the thought of what was to come sent him deep into submission as the hand nursed the seed from his balls. 'Spend!... Spend for me!.. Show us the pleasure of your absolute defeat!' He groaned as he lapsed into pure ecstasy as she delighted in his thrusting surrender, and pulsed a hot stream of semen across the towel, the other grinning woman applying pressure to his balls to ensure a worthy delivery. The tall women leaned on the leash, her mature cunt tingling with satisfaction as she watched him choke and re-live his earlier position while he spurted for her. His orgasm exquisite as he was thoroughly milked by the women, his mind tinged with a divine terror which enjoyed the tease of his utter defeat as he ceded his soul to their dominance, and yearned to know his fate as he messed in the bondage he now knew he'd know forever. He duly emptied his balls for the women, who looked on with sadistic pride at his obviously submissive thrill as the last weak jets pulsed from his owned manhood, then wiped his flaccid cock with the towel, and took great pleasure in his discomfort as they harnessed his cock in the now cold steel cage; he offered no resistance as the clasp was clicked shut around his scrotum. They then untied the leash from the fixing behind him, and the shorter women posed with the large syringe to have him appreciate the length of its needle, before laying his trembling body forward to lie on the comfort of the velvet. The taller woman grinned wickedly as she pulled up her long skirts, then lifted a long elegant leg and placed the thin heel of her ankle boot onto the small of his back, taking the leash and pulling his head up so that she may witness the torment of his reception of the needle. His cock tried valiantly to erect in the cage as the mixture of soft perfume and womanly arousal wafted from her exposed underwear, teasing his senses. The shorter woman sneered with the pleasure of her duty as she brandished the spiteful syringe. 'Now you shall have your medicine; your dreams will be sweet indeed.' The tall one watched his face crease in pain as the other took great pleasure in first scoring a line across his hairless buttocks, both cunts tingling as the results of her efforts were demonstrated at both ends; the tall women licked her lips with sadistic joy as she felt his neck jerk, his nose snorting with the pain, the torment on his face a delicious tonic for her. The shorter woman sighed and grinned with satisfaction as the spots of blood seeped in a dotted line from the needle's trail. Both women now sighed with pleasure as the syringe was held vertically, and its holder slowly pressed it against the soft flesh of his buttocks, feeling the tension of the flesh till it succumbed with a pop as the needle pierced the indentation it created, then slowly pressing it deep into the tender flesh below, taking great care to prolong his agony millimetre by millimetre. The tall women pulled tight on the leash to indulge her sadism by viewing every moment of pain on the male's face as he whined through the ball-gag, his face screwing tight as the thicker girth of the needle was squeezed slowly down, the spiced whiff of her arousal tempering his pain as her increasing pleasure was borne out by the growing wet patch on her gusset. The shorter woman took a deep breath, her ample breasts heaving as the needle was now obscured by his flesh, only the blunt cylinder on show. She slowly eased the handle in, delighting in his muffled whimpering as the sedative liquid inflated his flesh with a bulge, her expert application causing as much pain as possible. The tall woman wiped the tears from his face with the hand which had slapped him, now feigning a gentleness having enjoyed the despair as the needle was slipped back out of his flesh. 'There. Now you'll have a sound sleep, and when we arrive, we'll allow you to thank us before we hand you over for delivery to your new owner.' She let the leash go, and his face slumped into the velvet, his arse pulsing with pain from the sadistic puncture. His head was already beginning to swim as the lid went down. 'Sleep tight!' The spice of feminine arousal and soft perfume wafted about him, the scent accentuated by the drug which was already taking hold, his cock bulging in the cage as the echoing laughter of the women reverberated in his ears, and the clank of the steel door closing marked the closure of his eyes. The Mistress's new slave awoke and stared at the corniced ceiling, not sure if he was dreaming. The stiffness and soreness of his back and buttocks as he shifted on the luxurious bed, soon reminded him of the reality of his situation. The truth was then brought home as his anus clenched at the rude obstruction which penetrated it, alerting his cock to try to rise, only to be held low by the latest gift he had been adorned with by the woman who owned him. What had released him from his slumber was the duty maid, who stood by the bed with a short crop which she flexed with a stern smile. 'Up you get, immediately!' The plump middle-aged woman, dressed in a tightly corseted black satin dress, her large and slightly sagging breasts poking their nipples through the shiny material, pointed the crop to her feet as he stumbled bewildered from the bed. 'Kiss!' He hesitated slightly on seeing his Mistress sat at her dressing table, cross-legged, naked and wearing a pleased grin as she glanced at her slave in the mirror. His cock bulged tight in the cage in honour of the delectable arse he had worshipped, the firm white cheeks spread invitingly across the padded stool, the graceful pear shape making him yearn to know the taste of her arsehole again. His delay was rewarded with a sharp swipe of the maid's crop, which added a square welt to the fading stripes on his flesh. He groaned as the sting of the crop pulsed through him, dropping to her feet and kissing her black boots as ordered, his cock hard in its blunt state as he submitted to a superior force. Both maid and Mistress smiled with satisfaction as he paid homage to the leather. 'Good boy. You'll come with me to the bathroom, I'll have you looking respectable for your first visit to your Mistress's house.' She produced a leash and slipped it over his head, tugging him forward on all fours, then moving astride him as though he were a dog, sharply patting his arse with her crop. His Mistress smiled and lifted her nose, looking down it at him as the maid opened the door. At Her Disposal Ch. 02 'Make sure you supervise him sternly so that he moves his bowels well; keep his leash tight as he defecates, that will help him release.' She grinned on seeing the bemused expression on his face at learning that he would be watched as he performed the most basic bodily functions. 'Yes my pet, you'll be dominated in everything you do from now on; you will learn to love the constant attentions of a governess, all males need one to keep them in line.' The haughty maid's breasts rose in a magnificent indication of feminine authority as she took firm control of the male who had already allowed his submission to be exposed; she would thoroughly enjoy her part in his training. 'Yes Madam, and I'll begin his toilet training too; my bladder is rather full after morning tea, so he'll witness its liberation and be initiated into the terms of service.' He was taken to the suite's bathroom, which was as stark as the bedroom was luxurious; the entire room was decorated with plain cream coloured tiling, floor also, a toilet stood to one side in the middle of the floor, exposed like a glorious throne. It could be viewed from all sides, its user observed and scrutinised. A large bath took its position on the other side, standing on four clawed legs, similarly exposed. Beside the bath was a bell pull, to summon service, and a rack with several severe looking brushes and plain white towels. The stern maid led him to the toilet and had him kneel before it on the cold tiles, tying his leash to one of the four rings set in the floor about the corners of the pedestal. His cock bulged hard in the cage as she hiked up her long skirt to reveal she wore no underwear, and sat her plump arse and thighs on the seat over the bowl to face him with a smug grin. She slipped her womanly thighs apart to give him a good view of her mature cunt, and sighed with gentle relief as it bulged and a golden stream of hot piss descended from the flaps of her labia into the bowl below. The sound of liquid meeting liquid reverberated about the stark room, almost mesmerising him as he witnessed her relief. Her cunt bulged and retracted under her plump belly as she squirted her bladder empty. She then slipped forward on the seat and offered her dribbling slit up close to his face. 'You'll lick me clean now. Do it!' She sneered with utter contempt as he leaned forward and readily licked the droplets from her cunt, watching him sniff at her womanhood as he did so. He gagged just a little as his taste-buds became acquainted with the salty taste, and then were rewarded with the distinct essences of arousal as the mature woman enjoyed his humiliation. 'There, good boy! You'll not only lick your Mistress clean at her household, but all the maids too; you'll be of good service to them all and each will have you know your place.' His cock pulsed hard in the cage, the flesh bulging through the gaps in the tiny but cruel bars, his bell-end locked hard and pulsing under the shiny steel dome and dribbling pre-cum through the slot which allowed him to piss. He worked his tongue lovingly around the folds of her cunt and soft flesh of her inner thighs, cleaning the superior woman after her toilet, his mind in total submission as her words had him fully appreciate the base act he was performing for her. She pulled his head away and stared down at him with a contented smile, then stood and moved from the toilet, letting the long dress fall to obscure her thick thighs and legs. She walked beyond the bath and pulled hard on the bell pull. 'We'll see you release your bowels now, I want you ready to face the day at your Mistress's house without interruption; the maids will be here with the water shortly, they will take great pleasure in watching you relieve yourself too. You'd better perform quickly, else they'll take a cane to you if you let the water they've fetched for your bath go cold.' She paced slowly back and untied the leash, pointing to the toilet. 'Lay over it first, we'll need to have you ready to release, and remove your plug for the only time today.' He lay over the hard pedestal, with hands down for support, his balls tingling as the cock cage chinked against the porcelain, his arse high for inspection. His anus clenched at the plug as the stern woman strutted around him, brandishing the crop, and more so as the door opened and in came two maids with two ewers each; much younger women but equally severe in their black tightly corseted dresses, both with the long canes which they always carried as part of their uniform under their arms. They grinned wickedly on seeing his position, the first placing the ewers down by the bath and strutting over eagerly to enjoy his humiliation. 'A new slave? I do so love seeing them know their morning duty for the first time, I hope he requires encouragement.' The curt and spiteful tone of her words as she stood and flexed her cane were encouragement enough, and his bowels baulked, ready to discharge his burden obediently in their presence. The older matriarch gave his exposed flesh three cursory stinging swats with her crop, delighting both maids now close in attendance. 'He will show humility at all times, he's not a candidate for the gibbet, he's a weak and very submissive male who's learning that his former life as a proud and pompous gentleman has gone forever. He is a cur, and will enjoy releasing his bowels in fear as he's watched, then we'll have him washed clean, ready to take on the clothes his Mistress has chosen for his visit to his new station in life.' Her words rang true as he thought on his prior daily routine on leaving bed at his leisure; the housemaid ensuring her absence so as not to even glance at the master in his dressing gown as he traversed to complete his ablutions; now he was naked before three women who would witness him perform the task, dominated, his cock caged and dribbling to expose the truth of the stern woman's words. She rubbed his striped cheeks and grinned with satisfaction as his anus dilated as much as it could, offering the plug to her in obedience. She eased the rude plug out and displayed it to the maids, who offered scorn on it's size and shape before it was placed in the bath. The governess yanked his leash. 'Sit and release your bowels and bladder now!' He lifted himself and sat, the grinning females standing around him as he first pissed through the slot in his cage, its random distribution necessitating him sitting like a girl, then squeezed his torso. They giggled as the result of his efforts dropped into the porcelain bowl, the sound of his faeces hitting the water echoing about the clinical room. He was reduced to feeling like a child as they stood flexing canes and crop while he defecated obediently before them, the sensation engendered by what was an entirely natural act immersing him in humiliation through the invasion of his privacy. Having completed the task, one of the maids received a nod from the older woman, and her face broke into a wicked smile as she fetched one of the ewers and a harsh looking long handled brush. The matriarch tugged his leash downward and pushed his head between his knees, and the younger maid dipped the brush in the ewer, then raked his exposed anus and balls with its stiff hairs. He squirmed and gasped as the rough brush cleaned his arsehole in brutal fashion, earning him several more swipes of the crop. He was then tugged toward the bath, encouraged along with the crop, the maid flushing the bowl with the contents of the ewer. The maids then delighted in showering him with water and rubbing him down with a hard block of carbolic soap, then assailing his tender flesh with the stiff brushes. The soap then rinsed from his glowing flesh, his head was held down as the plug was squeezed back into his anus. He was towelled down and led back to his Mistress. She smiled with satisfaction at learning of his progress. 'Kiss the feet of your governess, and thank her for allowing you to clean her.' The governess sneered and flexed the crop as he humbled himself before her superior form, his cock hard in the cage as his mind recalled the taste and scent of her cunt wet with piss; both women could sense his perverse pleasure at being dominated in such a base fashion, he would readily perform the task when ordered to do so for his Mistress and her maids. His anus clenched at the plug as the thrill of kissing her feet while his Mistress witnessed his submission. The stern woman stroked his back with the crop to herald the cessation of his adoration of her boots, and hear his thanks. 'Thank you for allowing me to lick your womanhood clean, governess.' She pulled his leash tight and smirked. 'You shall have many opportunities to be of use to me that way, whenever your Mistress has you stay at the palace, and make sure you are as thorough with your tongue when called on by your Mistress and her maids.' Her grin widened as his Mistress caught her eye, leading it to the clothes on the bed. 'We'll now have you dressed, ready for your journey home; we'll have you suitably attired to be seen in public, no top hats or canes for you; people will know through the finery of your Mistress, that you are a mere accessory - they may not guess the full extent of your position, some ladies in the know will - but it will be apparent to all that Mistress is Mistress, and you are there at her pleasure. It will be a most invigorating experience for you.' He was adorned with long silk socks, but no underwear, a loose silken shirt which was cut to hang just below his waist and keep his arse and genitals free and open was gleefully done up by Mistress and governess; the collar fixing pinched tight to conceal the leash below it, and have him know it was there. The dark grey trousers were a gossamer thin material and equally loose; he would feel the slightest breeze through them, making him feel as though his cock cage and plug were there for all to see, though they remained hidden. A plain short black jacket of the same material kept his owned arse exposed, and the flattest shoes, manufactured to keep his height low while his Mistress donned shiny boots with extended heels, completed his demure outfit. Both Mistress and governess smiled with satisfaction after his new owner had dressed in her black silks and put on a tall hat with black lace veil, and posed with her pet before a long mirror. She looked regal with a cane designed for walking, but looking as much as though it were made for discipline, tall plumed hat upon her hair in a bun, and tightly corseted flowing black dress. His flat shoes gave the appearance that he was smaller than her, and his plain garb would show everyone that he was below her. His Mistress was now ready to proudly display him, and have him know his submission to her in public. 'We are now ready to take you home. It is such a fine day too; we'll take a cab for a short distance, then enjoy a nice walk together to my house.' His cock pulsed in the cage as the smiling maid opened the front door to the main entrance, and he swallowed hard under the tight collar as he walked out into the sunshine, exposed for what he was, the fine and pompous clothes he had arrived in, gone forever. The rank of horse drawn cabs awaited clients, a horse shimmered and grunted at the scent and presence of the formidable woman as she approached and pointed her property into the cab. The cabbie who was no stranger to the palace, smirked and felt a tinge of jealousy as he watched the demure male obey the magnificent woman without question. 'Bond Street please, my man.' His cock stirred as he watched her gracefully dominant form ascend into the cab, then they clattered off to the destination. Mistress grinned at her slave sitting opposite so meekly, noticing the grey crotch of his trousers was already beginning to spot with the evidence of his mixture of fear and submissive anticipation; he would know perpetual and subtle humiliation in learning his place publicly. As the cab came to a halt, she watched with perverse satisfaction as his eyes surveyed the bustle of Bond Street with fearful anticipation; he was not that oddly dressed, but would know and be shown his place below her most subtlety. Her cunt tingled at the prospect. 'Remember the gibbet room, and what happens to males who show disobedience. I know you'll do just as you're told. You will be exposed and know that you're my property, and it will be most apparent to those who are observant. You will know humiliation and learn to love being seen in public with your owner.' She grinned as they alighted from the cab, and he felt the full exposure of his position for the first time; the breeze as people wafted past, going through the material and reminding his flesh that the plug and cage were his only underwear. He already felt the indignant eyes of women upon him, as they watched a lady pay for a cab, while an otherwise insignificant male stood obediently and waited her pleasure. His anus gripped and massaged the plug as the cab drew away, leaving him open to view on the busy thoroughfare with his cock boning in the trap as the stern and confident woman who now owned it gave a haughty smile, clicking her fingers and pointing him to her side. She would have their association to each other known, and her cunt oozed as it expressed the pleasure of her natural dominance over the defeated and submissive male. Her breasts heaved in the black satin and lace as she licked her lips and gripped his hand. 'You'll Keep in close attendance, half a step behind me. I am going to thoroughly enjoy displaying you.' A portly woman passing by, a bustle exaggerating her already extensive arse, half heard the comment; though what she heard was not quite clear, the tone of command was most apparent. She slowed as she passed, and looked down her nose at the male, a pleased smirk on her face on seeing that he was under the firm control of a woman. The thrill of the moment captivated her, and pleasingly, her blinkered and equally portly husband remained oblivious to the incident; she would have the houseboy clean her boots while she oversaw his work when her husband was at his club and would express her discipline over the young man, extending him to a duty he could never have foreseen, in the intimacy of her bedroom. Mistress gave the woman a contented smile as she glanced back, now increasing her step, waking her dormant husband from a daydream as she hurried him home to ready him for his club. His Mistress held her thin walking cane under her arm, rather than using it as a walking aid, emphasising its possible use as an instrument of discipline as opposed to an implement for strolling. Her lacey black glove took his hand and led him through the cosmopolitan throng, her feminine pride in owning him so apparent, enjoying knowing the squirming plug and cock held tight by the trap would constantly excite him. Though many gave the couple no more than a casual second glance, each pair of eyes cut through him, keeping him acutely humiliated as he was guided so meekly by the magnificent woman. Some women showed true scorn with their stares, others, lingering smiles of satisfaction as they guessed that this was a male who knew the righteous dominance of womanhood. As she stepped with proud deliberation, her nose held arrogantly high in pompous celebration of her new and submissive acquisition, he felt as though he were glowing like a beacon and attracting scrutiny like a flame attracts moths; his shame was acute, but that shame teased his submissive side, keeping his cock hard, his bell-end sliding against the restrictive steel dome as he was walked and tested, pre-cum oozing from the slot to increase the patch at his crotch as he viewed the pleasure of the woman who gripped his hand tightly. Society males tried hard not to notice him as they strutted past in top hats and smart coats, leading the women on their arms and showing the world their mastery of their own situation; some of their number tried hard not to notice as just a glimpse of the regally appointed woman leading the plainly attired male, had them finding they were sporting an erection. He thought back to how things were, how he had promenaded arrogantly with hat and cane; now he was at a similar venue, but shown his true station in life by a woman, a woman who now rejoiced in expressing her dominance over him. As she paraded him along the busy arcade of fine buildings, he felt as though the masonry itself was closing in on him, announcing its knowledge of his new position and exemplifying the thrill of his submissive exposure. She had another task to bait him with; she smirked with satisfaction as she led him to an ornately fronted women's lingerie outfitters. Outside stood several regally attired males, awaiting the return from within of their female companions, entry by males to such a femininely intimate venue seen as taboo for the male. As they stood outside huffing and puffing, making male small talk, they parted as the formidable Mistress led her sheepish male toward their throng and up to the shop. His anus tingled delightfully as she made a point of having them see his position, though they had already started to move aside and make a space for the demure male, whose obviously lowly position puzzled them. 'Move gentleman! I have business to attend to.' They were astonished but moved aside more rapidly at the superior command of her voice, some indignantly, others with cocks stirring at her stern presence. They gasped and grinned with contempt, some with more than an element of envy, as she proceeded to lead the male through the doors and into the shop. Their eyes followed the couple through as the door was swung open, trying to perhaps get a glimpse of some of the more intimate items of ladies apparel, which they were rarely treated to the sight of, before the veiled door closed tightly shut again. She grinned contentedly as she led him along the course of the shop, past mannequins displaying lacy corsets and silken stockings with garters, to the rear of the shop. His heart pounded as he felt the eyes of women burn into him, his masculinity seen as an invasion of a place of feminine sanctuary. The women's indignance softened a little as they watched the shapely women point the male to a position within an alcove, where he could not see most of them as they poured over the items which would be closest to their flesh. His Mistress made sure the entire clientele knew she was firmly in command. 'You'll stand there and keep your eyes to yourself.' A grinning shop girl came over and stood with her arms crossed, giving him a curt sneer before circling round the obediently stationary male, then lifting her face with a knowing smile to accept the address of his Mistress. 'We have an appointment with 'The Manageress'; I trust she is available?' The girl's sneer returned and her breasts heaved as she looked at the male while responding to his Mistress. 'Oh, she is always available for our regular customers... and certain new ones; please accompany me to the rear counter, and we'll view the appointment book.' He stood alone as they moved to the desk, arms clasped behind his back and trying to keep his eyes from the few women he could see, browsing the intimate attire. One of the women who had seen his entry as she took some items to a booth, feeling rather bold away from her partner and noting the male's timid position below his, strode out of the booth and round to the alcove. 'Do tell me my man, do you think my husband will appreciate these?' He faltered and blushed at the glorious sight, his cock bolting hard in the cage on being confronted by a full bodied middle-aged woman, her fine curves resplendent in a white satin corset with stocking straps hanging, a matching satin brasier doing little to hide the excitement expressed by bold nipples poking from globular breasts. She turned, hand on hips, and bent to show him the superb expanse of her arse, her huge thighs displayed magnificently, bringing titters from afar; a group of women now watching him tested. At Her Disposal Ch. 02 'Well? Speak up! Don't hold back, I'll have your honest opinion.' He felt the element of natural dominance that the situation had brought out of her, seeing his obvious position of obedience before his Mistress, the secluded feminine domain of the shop bringing it to the fore. The same feeling having a group effect on the watching pack whose grinning faces enjoyed seeing him charged with an impromptu task. 'I... I think he... he'll be most appreciative M... Madam.' She gave him a satisfied and knowing smile as his Mistress returned, pleased but curious at the woman's daring approach. The woman turned to her, plainly pleased with the male's obedient and polite response which carried no hint of rebuke or disdain. She spoke to his Mistress as though he were not there, or merely a child. 'I do like a male who knows how to hold his tongue till spoken too; I'm slowly teaching my latest husband to be that way.' His Mistress recognised a kindred spirit in her tone, and smiled gracefully at the plump and attractive woman, sensing that she would enjoy certain company. 'It can be quite a task with some males, having them realise their position. Perhaps you would like some assistance with your venture? I know of a discrete group who like to share their ideas, if you're interested in the art of marital obedience.' The woman's thrill at the idea was evident as she took a deep breath, the fine points of her nipples teasing the male's eyes as they heaved in the satin, his Mistress handing her a card from her tight hip pocket, giving details of the open group for beginners held at the Palace. 'Oh, I would be delighted to share ideas on the subject...' She looked behind her cautiously to see that the group had now lost interest and had dispersed to browse. '..especially in the more intimate areas of the subject.' Mistress eased completely on this affirmation that the woman would dominate with aplomb. 'Oh, the discussions will encompass all disciplines.' She made sure the other women were out of sight and turned to her male. 'Turn and show the lady the arse I own.' The woman's cunt moistened immediately as his Mistress eased the loose trousers down to the top of his thighs, exposing the striped evidence of her good work, and the plug which confirmed her complete ownership of him. His Mistress's day got better all the time with each opportunity to humiliate him; her cunt now more than ready to receive the services of his tongue when they eventually reached her home. She pulled his trousers back up and had him turn to face the woman, who was now excited and envious beyond belief. 'Now tell the lady who owns you.' The woman wore a wicked open mouthed grin, her cunt flowering open to match, as the male was humiliated for her; his cock dribbled and his anus made good use of the plug which was now no secret to a woman he had known for no more than five minutes, a woman who showed him that the element of dominance is there within every member of the superior gender; his submission was sublime as he showed her that the element of submission was there within all males, as he felt the sincere pleasure in humiliating himself. 'You own me Mistress.' The woman sighed and was close to orgasm as the shopgirl reappeared and led the couple to the rear desk, leaving her clutching the card as though it were the elixir of life. Her cunt oozed as she studied the obedience of the male under the complete control of his Mistress, and thought hard on the discipline that striped his arse. She gave a polite wave as she departed for the booth, where she would sit and view her cunt in the mirror as she masturbated in dominant mood. They watched her go, then the girl opened the door behind the counter. 'The Manageress is now available.' She led them into the corridor beyond, then opened another door with a smile. Mistress grinned with pleasure as the male's eyes widened on entering a hidden shop for the more discerning, and dominant, woman. Whips and crops were displayed amongst the black lace, velvet and leather items; just their sight keeping his cock rock hard in the cage. Several other women already browsing, gave the Mistress soft smiles of acknowledgement, and greeted the rare sight of a male with anticipation as they awaited the routine which would grant them amusement. A stern young woman glanced at the male with a practiced sneer, pleased to see from his bewildered and searching eyes that he was new to the establishment. 'Shall we station your male Mistress?' She laughed softly and gripped his hand tight, following the girl whose splendid arse jostled in the tight black dress she wore, to a round plinth, raised a foot or so above the floor in the centre of the shop. His Mistress smiled contentedly as he felt the eyes of the dominant customers watch his movements, and awaited her command. 'Trousers and jacket off, and kneel in the centre, hands behind your back.' He swallowed hard and looked at his Mistress, showing just a mere hint of reluctance. She lifted her nose, and showed him her cane. 'Do it! Have you forgotten the delights of the gibbet room?' The young girl sneered with a delight of her own as he quickly peeled off his jacket and dropped his trousers, smugly enjoying the tension of the male being put firmly in his place by the superiority of a woman. The evidence of his ownership was now displayed as he knelt naked but for the short white shirt, his plugged buttocks poking and showing the marks of the lush discipline awarded him, the cage of denial encasing his owned cock which bulged its flesh between its tiny bars to reveal the submissive excitement his exposure could not deny. Mistress undid the tight top fastening of his collar, and proudly pulled out the leash to complete the picture of male enslavement, hanging it across his shoulders. The women there showed none of the formal feminine timidity that his presence had created in the front shop; in fact, having a pet displayed enhanced their appetites for the wares they sampled, eyeing him with relish as they posed with whips and canes, noting his attempts to look away as they gained a feel for the weight and action of those fearful implements. There would be no sanctuary for his eyes though; the plinth on which he knelt could be rotated, and whilst some women ignored him completely, showing him the utter contempt they felt he deserved, others actively demanded his submissive opinions after first asking permission of his Mistress, which was gladly granted. His cock pulsed and dribbled as he was turned this way and that, to be engaged and teased by women of all ages and shapes, all equally appealing to him in their dominance. That so many women were actively indulging in their natural superiority astounded him, and would have him believe that the pompous males who led society in the outside world were actually in the minority. A woman, who in shape, could have been the twin sister of the one who had demanded his opinion in the front shop, emerged from a booth wearing some startling black satin underwear. As she posed with a whip before a full length mirror, she noted both the male exhibit, and his Mistress whom she recognised. His Mistress's eyes showed their earnest pleasure as the formidable looking woman made her not insignificant presence known. 'We meet again at last! It's been so long since we had a duet at my house; I am so envious of the Palace in its taking up all your time. Is that your pet being shown?' Mistress merely grinned her pleased acknowledgement, obviously more than happy to have met this severe looking woman. As they strolled toward him, he could see that there existed more than a casual acquaintance between the two mature women. Both pairs of eyes returned each glance with a glint of something extra. His cock almost hurt as it did its best to bone in the cruel cage, the two women complimenting each other, somehow magnifying their dominance. The sumptuous curves of the woman in her black satin bodice, black silk stockings with auburn hair in a severe bun, looked down on the submissive male with a strange air of jealousy mixed with contempt, twirling the turntable and more than pleased to note from his markings that he was no stranger to feminine discipline. 'Does he take the cane well? I so love it when they're new, having them cry under the rod like small boys is so invigorating'. His Mistress teased his senses equally in her tight and formal attire, bending to take the leash and handing the leash to the voluptuous woman, making her cunt moisten as she took control of a male, Mistress pausing to allow her to savour that pleasure as she tightened the leash in her hands to demand obedient attention. 'Oh yes, he cried like a child at first, so pleasing to break him that way, and now he likes to show his submission by disgracing himself under the cane; he's learning his place rapidly, and the cage will prevent his lack of control. He'll know the cane and enjoy its full pleasure after kissing the feet of all my household staff when I get him home.' The auburn haired dominatrix lifted the leash, grinning cruelly, her eyes showing the satisfaction of her dominance as he strained on his knees while lifted by the neck as though hanged. Several other women stood close and enjoyed his humiliation, watching the pre-cum dribble to his thighs as he showed his innermost delight at being dominated so publicly. She looked at his Mistress with a pert smile which was reflected by her. 'Please say you'll find the time to bring him to my home; I can see he's ripe for the whip, and the attentions of two women.' He could see something in his Mistress's eyes which gave her a special thrill, something private that was not broadcast for the ears of the other women in close attendance. 'Why, I'd be delighted; would tomorrow be to soon? I'd like to have him subjected to a double whipping to keep him keen.' The auburn domme gave her a knowing smile, and in full view of her and the watching women, delighted them by turning her back to the male, passing the leash to his Mistress and lifting the hem of her bodice to expose the superb fleshy globes of her arse to his face. 'Have a good sniff of what you'll sample tomorrow; you'll know its taste after a sound whipping.' His balls ached to come there and then, as she spread her magnificent cheeks to show him her arsehole, and his Mistress tugged the leash to have him sample her lush fragrance. Every woman present grinned with curt satisfaction as he obediently pressed his nose to the pucker and sniffed hard at the delicious tangy scent. They concluded with contentment, that he was truly a cur, deserving of the whipping the formidable woman and his Mistress would award him the following day. His thoughts echoed theirs as the rich womanly aroma took him deep into submission, the sneers and titters of his female audience as he was humiliated, lushly satisfying. Satisfied that the male had shown his true colours for her benefit and that of all who witnessed it, she eased gracefully away from his face, and without giving him another glance, bade good day to his Mistress till tomorrow at two o'clock. He would know tomorrow, just how special the liaisons between the two were, and he would suffer it gladly. His Mistress had purchased several items, but did not disclose to him just what they might be; they would be delivered to her house the next morning. He was ordered from the plinth and made to dress, then led from the shop by his Mistress who was more than delighted with the bonus of her extra appointment. The intensity of his humiliation returned as he was paraded like a pet in tow of the superior woman, the haven of the shop had it's trials for him, but this raw exposure in public which gave a permanent sense of submission, was acute. Mistress took great pleasure in the continuing casual glances, lingering looks accompanied by bemused smiles, and stark staring laced with sneers by some. His cock boned at the latter observations, most from women whose courage in their curiosity was brought out by the sight of female leading male; they knew he was owned, and their cunts tingled with erotic pleasure at the spectacle. He broke out into cold sweats frequently, his fear intermittent with bouts of submissive pleasure as the eyes of those women and their curt sneers had his secondary position brought firmly home to him; it seemed to him as though they knew he was anally plugged, their contemptuous looks making him clench at it, the motion as he was walked teasing his prostate and making his submission sublime. At Her Disposal Ch. 03 At last they reached a residential square, lined with neat Georgian terraces. Its centre was a small park, into which she led him, seating herself on one of the unoccupied benches. Others placed there occupied by staid looking females, residents of the square, chatting while their menfolk were away at their professions. She smiled at them as they gave curious glances in the direction of her pet, to whom she now turned. 'My boots are a little loose after our walk; you'll kneel and untie them, then tie them again. I want these women to see how useful you are to me.' As he dropped to his knees without hesitation, she smiled with satisfaction as the pompous society ladies looked on, trying to show a sense of outrage as a male subserviently tended his Mistress's boots, the situation allowing him to view her ankles; their true thoughts embracing a jealously erotic wonder, as the male was put to what was considered a humbling task, on his knees to a woman, and with an obedience which was so apparent. The thoughts were magnified by those of them who were at least vaguely aware of the woman of the square who was Mistress of her household, no Master in residence. They heard many scandalous rumours of her position, and whilst they showed open disgust in public, some masturbated contentedly in private as they imagined her life of feminine superiority, and indulged themselves as they yearned to live as per her reputed lifestyle. Three ladies seated at two of the benches facing the couple strutted off, swirling their bustles and using their parasols to feign hiding their eyes from the spectacle, at least one to rub her clitoris to a delicious climax in the comfort of her home while the memory was fresh. One of the women remained, her general appearance outwardly suggesting that perhaps she was the most staid and pompous of the group, yet somehow seemingly keen to observe. The spirit in her rose as she found herself strangely stimulated by the command held by the woman over the male, her cunt tingling with a pleasure she had not felt since the desires of her youth, long ground from her by a mundane marriage of many years. No stranger to the rumours which abounded within the square, her nipples poked luxuriously with excitement as she found the courage to confront the woman whose reputation epitomised the free feminine spirit. His Mistress smirked as she saw the determined approach of the buxom middle-aged brunette, fully expecting her to launch into a tirade on respectability. The male's cock pulsed as he felt the presence of another female, his dwindling ego reduced further as she stood in close proximity and towered over him, taking in his kneeling subservience. She sighed earnestly as she spoke, relieving his Mistress of her preconception, and stirring mischief within her. 'If only I had a male to tend me with such willing devotion. Please let me know how you began; I would love to be as free as you obviously are.' The male felt her desire as strongly as though she had simply stated that she wished to dominate, and tried to remain oblivious as his anus tingled while he fastened his Mistress's boots. His owner smiled softly and addressed her with studied nonchalance. 'Please sit with me, and I will show you how things should be... as you may wish them to be.' She sat her imposing matriarchal figure figure next to his Mistress, and the male's eyes flicked cautiously up, noticing the swell of her nipples and contemptuous half smile which betrayed her excitement at his servile position. His Mistress excited her further by imposing her dominance. 'Remain on your knees. You'll show this lady the respect you have for her.' He felt that the eyes of every resident of the overlooking houses were on him as he knelt before two formidable females, and the fear coupled with the strange delight of his exposure was not unfounded; several women and maids looked out through the upper windows of the residences which had a view of him through the trees, some eagerly nursing their cunts from their covert viewpoints, jealously witnessing the male being shown his correct station in life. The pompous matriarch's satisfaction increased as did the wetness of her cunt as she imbibed the obedience of the male in his humiliation. Mistress grinned knowingly. 'Would you have males know your natural authority? As you can see, some are more than obliging; I believe that they all have it within them, it'sm just a case of having them realise their true position... and reminding them of it with cane or whip on occasion.' The matriarch gasped audibly as his Mistress's words sent a twang of spiteful pleasure through her eagerly swelling cunt, the liberty of her dominant side increasing, enhancing her staunchly pompous femininity. 'Ohhhh! I would love to have all males behave as per yours; silent until asked to speak, in complete recognition of their inferiority... and the thought of caning one... having them reduced to the status of a schoolboy.' Mistress grinned wickedly. 'As we are neighbours, I would be delighted to lend you the services of my male on occasion, if you'd like that; he will be totally obliging and will bring your appetite for male correction to the fore, if it be your pleasure.' She sighed with pleasure at the offer, her large breasts heaving as she casually glanced about her to ensure no-one was within earshot, then fixed her eyes upon the kneeling male. 'Oh! I would be more than grateful, my husband is frequently away and is anonymous when home; there are many errr... tasks, which he'll be put to.' Mistress smirked. 'Thank you for your earnest response, though discretely veiled; he will be most willing in the application of those tasks.' His eyes drifted to the large hips and breasts of yet another woman whose taste and scent he would know, his cock dribbling as he thought on how naturally she would wield a cane. Mistress now involved him further in the matriarch's excitement. 'Pray tell me your first name.' She pursed her lips as the rapidity of her breath increased. 'Charlotte.' Mistress sneered and lifted a boot, pressing the heel into the male's thigh. 'Beg to know the pleasure of Mistress Charlotte's dominance.' He was close to spending in his cage as the lush humiliation enveloped him; belittled before a woman he had just met, he would now be reduced thoroughly and most exquisitely by his own words. He felt faint with the combination of exposure and pleasure as he gathered his words while witnessing the keenly expectant eyes and nipples jutting hard through the matriarch's silky dress as he was justly humiliated. 'I beg to know the pleasure of your authority... Mistress Charlotte, I beg you to dominate me.' His Mistress laughed with cruel satisfaction as he reddened before the pompous woman who would now readily indulge his submission, she would be his Mistress on occasion, and the freshness and vigour of her unleashed dominance would pander to the whims of her pomposity when he was under her strict authority. She was close to orgasm as she pondered the courage of her actions, and its just reward. She looked at Mistress. 'When?... Please forgive my impatience, what has happened today is food enough for a lifetime.' Mistress smiled as she stood, and towered over the defeated male. 'I am at number 12; and you?' Charlotte replied with open enthusiasm as her eyes fixed on the male who would know her pleasure. 'Number 18... my husband is away these two weeks... my maids are quite intimate with me; I shall prepare them for the event of a visitor, whenever that may be.' She stood too, showing the male her ample curves which would know his adoration, Mistress taking her hand. 'He has to be introduced to my household today, and we have an appointment tomorrow; you shall have him for no less than four hours on the day after. Please do visit my house whenever the whim takes you, he will not disappoint, but I would relish a report on his conduct; any disappointment or the merest show of disobedience will result in him being caned before the two of us by each member of my female staff.' He was summoned from his knees, and Charlotte watched eagerly as he was led through the park and up to number 12, before strutting home in studied feminine pomposity to nurse her cunt to a wholesome orgasm. A maid's gleeful and openly contemptuous eyes greeted the male and her Mistress as they entered the grandiose and expensively furnished house. 'Have the staff gather in the drawing room Agatha, and we'll have my new pet shown his place below you all.' The maid grinned and did a half hearted curtsey before strutting off below the oak panelled stairs to fetch her colleagues. Mistress smiled as she removed her veiled hat and addressed the male with a curt tone, eager to have him introduced to her household staff who were entirely female. 'Strip off! They'll see you for what you are; my pet and a cur to be put to good use by them.' His heart raced as he gladly discarded his clothes in what already seemed like a sanctuary from the outside world, his anus tingling as he heard the footsteps and titters of anticipation from the females ascending from their basement lair. Mistress stood before him with a proud smile as he glimpsed from behind her skirts the entourage of pleased looking females of varying ages and shapes file past into the corniced corridor, and on into what he now knew as the drawing room. His heart jumped as the last female emerged, pausing and approaching his Mistress, rather than following the others, giving a satisfied sneer as she allowed him to recognise her. It was the red headed and outwardly severe cook who had once been under his employ in his former life as an arrogant and pompous Master, the woman who had unmasked his covert desire and been instrumental in sealing his fateful liaison. The woman he had masturbated over in secret, now looked down on him as Mistress; her reward would be to dominate him at her leisure. Her eyes illuminated and her cunt tingled with triumph as she took satisfaction in viewing the once arrogant gentleman, now leashed and naked, caged and plugged, his flesh advertising the marks of his submission to a superior entity. 'So good to see you where you belong; you'll know the pleasure you desired of me when Mistress is away. I intend to have you pay dearly for your former indiscretions, I've so been looking forward to disciplining you.' His Mistress pulled hard on his leash. 'He has shown much promise with his obedience at the Palace, though I am sure you will find much room for improvement Hilda. Here, I think it fitting that you lead him in triumph to face the ladies he will serve here.' She handed her the leash, which she accepted with haughty satisfaction, and led the new pet to pay homage to those who would assist in ruling his new life with feminine aplomb. His cock boned in the confines of the cage as he studied the broad globular arse of the woman whom he had masturbated over, a woman he had treated as no more than a servant, a woman who would now dominate him with pleasure. His anus tingled as he was led naked into the room to be scrutinised by six other females, who applauded their Mistress on her latest selection of a male they would eagerly share and impose the whims of their strict authority upon. The intensity of his submission was magnified by Hilda's presence, his mind teased exquisitely by the transfer of their positions; he had guessed at her dominance through the subtleties of her severe persona, and had yearned to know her authority as he stropped his cock and fantasised about her in private, but had retreated and reverted to his position as Master of the house when faced with the opportunity to engage her thoughts. That is, until that life changing day when she had steered him into the clutches of his Mistress, he thinking that she thought of it as her opportunity to be rid of him; he now knew that it was her intention all the time to have just the opposite, leaving her position at his house and offering her services to his Mistress, knowing this day would come, and she could wreak divine retribution upon him. She was now in that position, and his balls tingled as she led him in shame on a leash, she now Mistress and he her slave. Hilda basked in the triumph of her conquest as the male who was once her Master was shown to the delighted females and their Mistress, all aware of her former role as a mere servant in the household of this very gentleman. The pleasure of seeing him humiliated and brought down by her, radiated from them. Mistress would allow Hilda to thoroughly enjoy her day, grateful at her role in guiding him to her. 'Have him kiss their feet; he'll know his position below every woman here from the onset, then we'll allow him to indulge the honesty of his thoughts with a little relief.' Hilda revelled in the act of leading him to each maid and having him kiss their feet, her cunt tingling as she watched his lips worship the boots of each excited woman as they looked down on him with utter contempt. His Mistress was now ready to see him surrender his balls in humiliation. 'Kneel!' As he did so, his Mistress took the key from his cage and passed it to Hilda. 'Let's see how he too, welcomes and recognises his true station in life; I know you have waited patiently for his homecoming Hilda, have him know the feel of your flesh and your superiority.' The stern redhead bent to undo the cage and the male's eyes surveyed the formidable display of large breasts in her white silk blouse and the spiteful eyes of the other girls he would know as she released his manhood. She and those women sneered and laughed as his cock erected immediately, boning hard in a salute to their dominance, confirming the acute pleasure of his submission to femininity as he was humiliated. His cock pulsed harder, his bell-end shiny and wet with the evidence of his previous and continuing ordeals at the hands of the superior sex, as his Mistress took a long rattan cane from a basket in the corner and flexed it with a pleased smile. She passed it to one of the maids, who accepted it eagerly. 'You shall all introduce yourselves to our new pet by imposing your superiority over him. Hilda, have him know your absolute authority, for you shall own him when I am away.' The redhead gave a cruel sneer and untied her long skirt, letting it drop to the floor and revealing she was naked underneath, save for tall black ankle boots which contrasted delightfully with her milky white flesh. His cock pulsed a dribble of pre-cum, bringing derisory laughter from the eager maids as his eyes fixed on the neatly trimmed ginger cunt which bulged in the ecstasy of the dominant cook's triumph, from between magnificently broad womanly thighs. She slapped his face hard, three times, the pleasure in her bright green eyes total and unmistakable as each stinging application was awarded from her delicately manicured hands. He gasped as the hands left their red imprints on his cheeks, as much in response to the pleasure of being dominated by a woman he desired, as to the physical pain. 'Sniff my cunt! You'll not be allowed to honour it with your full worship today, but I'll have you know its scent, the scent of the woman who has led you here, led you to a life of complete obedience to all women.' The maids rubbed their cunts through the fabric of their dresses as they watched the kneeling male dominated to satisfaction by his former servant; his mind enveloped and sweetly crushed by that same delicious thought as he sniffed hard at the superb spice of her cunt, taking in at last, the scent of a superior woman he had masturbated over. Hilda stood bolt upright, dominant and imposing, as she savoured her defeat of a male who had more than earned the spite of her dominance, and was now hers to punish and humiliate. She pulled his head from her sex and awarded him three more vicious slaps, her cunt oozing with justly triumphal pleasure. She grinned and turned her back to him kicking her skirt to the front of her shoes and was joined by a pleased Mistress who took his leash, standing to one side, knowing the ritual of his debasement which was to follow. His eyes were now fixed on the superb fleshy white globular arse and long legs which he had imagined beneath the bustling skirt as she went haughtily about her business in his former life, the vision which had brought the seed from his balls as he fantasised to satisfaction alone. Now he was on his knees to her, anally plugged and with cock unable to hide the sweet pleasure of his submission, the woman who had whipped the admission of his submissive desires from him, holding him leashed to know the dominance he sought from a once lowly servant. A younger, delightfully chubby but equally sneering maid with blonde hair up in a tight bun, received a smiling nod from Hilda, and she took a pot of cold cream from the side, kneeling to the front of Hilda. Her red lips pouted as she eyed the standing cock from between the legs which the dominant cook parted slightly, and gently smeared the silky cream between her lower calves, his cock pulsing dribbles of its own lubrication as he watched the womanly calves flex in anticipation. The young girl could not resist airing the pleasure of her spite. 'Now we'll all enjoy seeing you waste your seed in humiliation... and you'll pay dearly for it.' The curt words from a younger woman, excited his submission and reduced him further; her confident dominance belying her soft appearance and confirming the assurance that even she, a scullery maid, would know his worship of her as a slave and would delight in caning him. Hilda's cunt moistened in the heady atmosphere of her triumph as she clamped her boots together, her taught legs expressing a dominance which would not be denied the satisfaction of his utter humiliation. 'Get that pathetic cock between my legs! The girls are anxious to cane you, and I'll have your balls show their submission to me!' He lowered his thighs and eased forward, gasping with defeated pleasure as his bell-end squirmed hot and willing between her delicious lower calves, his Mistress delighting in pulling the leash tight and having his nose nestle in the upper part of the cleft in Hilda's large and divinely supreme buttocks. They laughed with contempt as he sniffed hard for the scent which sought eagerly, Hilda then casually easing her cheeks apart with a sneer, allowing him to know the tang of her arsehole, blending exquisitely with the spiced wafts of her keen arousal. His mind was already in submissive ecstasy as he felt himself deliciously exposed and willingly at the mercy of forthright dominant womanhood, while the first maid panted in anticipation with the cane. Hilda held her pose with cruel satisfaction, again savouring the moment as he was readied for humiliation, then looked down at the skirt before her, and then up to the fully aroused group of maids. 'What happens to visiting males who blemish my skirts with the pathetic essences of their defeat?' The maids chanted their response in joyous and spitefully pleased unison. 'They are awarded twenty-five strokes of your cane Madam Hilda!' She grinned as his cock pulsed in an automated but wanton fashion, eager to spend gloriously and earn a caning. His Mistress grinning also, and keeping his nose hard up against Hilda's sumptuous flesh to inhale her excitement, knowing his submissive pleasure would be further enhanced. Hilda flexed her calves about his cock, feeling his chest and torso move against her thighs, eager to thrust his cock and know divine humiliation, as she faced the smiling girls again. 'And what happens to household pets who defile my skirts with the confirmation of their submission?' He sniffed and snorted hard at her sweet aromas, and bucked involuntarily as the females chanted louder than before, their eagerness to dominate echoing his desire to submit, his stiff cock boning, his balls aching to send their content forth and know her cane as the maids spouted with their own desire to humiliate. At Her Disposal Ch. 03 'They are awarded FIFTY strokes of your cane, Madam Hilda!' The dominant cook was now ready to see him brought down and earn the inevitable thrashing from her, which she would award most vigorously. She nodded at the first maid, who strutted forward with the cane, pursing her red lips, her cunt hot in its arousal below her long black skirt as she swished the cane and watched the male quiver as he awaited the sting of its kiss on his flesh. 'I am Charity... Mistress Charity.' The brunette maid grinned as she lifted the cane, then brought it down with vigour to punish his flesh. He immediately thrust his cock between the grip of Hilda's silky calves as the sweet sound of the cane descending announced the sharp pain as the cruel rattan impacted against his buttocks, the stinging pain tempered by the delectable feeling which throbbed through his boning cock as it slipped between the redhead's calves. Hilda sneered with pleasure as he cried out in muffled pain, snorting and sniffing as he was held against her flesh, his cock thrusting and withdrawing as he was tested sweetly by the four strokes each maid would deliver. The ecstasy of his submission building as he endured the blissfully painful humiliation. 'Think of how you were with myself and the other maids when you were so arrogant, and think hard on where you are now. Oh, how I'd love to have them here now to witness your descent to your true position, and see me thrash you after you've spent your load!' His mind teased him as it went back, increasing the shame he felt and torturing him exquisitely as he wallowed in submission; he had no need to think hard on his present situation, his cock thrusting through the legs of a woman he had lusted for but treated as a chattel, now dominating him as maids announced their names and whipped his flesh. 'Mistress Alice...' 'Mistress Kate...' 'Mistress Agatha...' His senses were treated to extra subliminal pain as the sound of the cane filled the air and his body dripped sweat down onto the fresh red stripes, which each maid left on applying the cane's flexibility with utmost venom; though no more than a few minutes, the caning seemed to last forever as he delighted the women by fighting to hold back the seed from his aching balls; he was truly a cur, and would not spend until he had known the pleasure of the cane from all six maids. His Mistress and Hilda were wet with arousal as they listened to the cane striking his flesh and watched him buck in pain, his cock slipping divinely back and forth, dribbling the promise of his absolute surrender to Hilda's boots. The two smiled as the cane was handed to the one but last of the maids, Mistress pulling his sweaty red eyed face back from Hilda's arse to allow him to view her. 'You'll find Beatrice is particularly adept with the cane, she is acutely sadistic toward all males, and prefers to use a metal tipped flail or bullwhip. The other girls know her as 'the Executrix' because she arranges for males to mysteriously disappear when their Mistresses have tired of them; she has castrated many more.' He thrust his cock as the older but very physically attractive maid stood prim and dominant with cane at the ready. Her mature breasts pointed firm from above broad hips, her brown eyes studying the male from under black hair tied in a tight pony tail. Her look of contempt as she poked his scrotum with the cane, left him in little doubt that she was sadism personified. 'Yes, I am Mistress Beatrice... how I'll look forward to the day when I remove those balls, perhaps more, and fear not, that day will come.' Mistress interjected, anxious to have him soil Hilda's skirt, and earn the promise of a well deserved caning from the woman who had known his former arrogance. 'He knows his stay will be judged by his obedience, and the whims of you all.' She pulled his leash tight, while Hilda squirmed his dribbling cock between her thighs, in her element as she dominated him. 'You'll see Beatrice on occasion at the Palace; just hope each time that her appointment is not with you. As a maid she is anonymous within society circles, but is held with high regard by the women of the Palace, so can assist discretely and readily with males who have outstayed their welcome while their Mistresses are openly witnessed elsewhere, thus gaining the solidity of an alibi as the wretches they owned, having given up all they have are disposed of; willingly relieved of their wealth, taken down to a level of submission they could never have dreamed of, put to good use until the whims of their Mistresses tire of them. The price they pay for realising their complete submission then becoming Beatrice's pleasure. The darkness of her sadism knows no bounds, and the males she can sell into slavery along with those who are merely relieved of their balls, are the fortunate ones.' The mature maid grinned with pleasure as his face was pulled back to continue its adoration of Hilda's delicious cleft, and his cock thrust again as the pleasing sound of the cane delivered just and rewarding pain from a woman who would relish removing his masculinity permanently. The prowess of the stern Beatrice's application of the rod was not unfounded, the maids nursing their cunts as they enjoyed seeing his flesh absorb her four punishing cuts, his glowing flesh now shiny with sweat, bouncing as she unleashed her spite with utmost vigour. She brought him right to the brink as his cock thrust and jutted in wanton submission, but held the deliverance of his surrender; his submission now at an ecstatic low as he yearned to know the cane of the last maid, pleasing the women as they enjoyed his torture. His aching balls throbbed, anxious to have Hilda triumph fully over his defeat; the lush carnal humiliation exquisite, as his bell-end worshipped the silky calves of his ex-servant, knowing she would feel the ecstasy in her delicious revenge boundless; as finally the voluptuous ginger maid who had teased him when applying the cream, adored the leashed and beaten male's flesh as she posed with the cane, his only regret was that he had not been harsher with his treatment of Hilda; he wanted each stroke of the fifty he would earn from her to cut through his very soul. The women sneered with wholesome and just contempt as he pulled his cock back to nestle his bell-end between Hilda's taught calves, poking his striped and bloodied cheeks to accept the final four strokes in utter defeat, now yearning to know the cut of the cane and shoot his mess in total surrender. 'Mistress Lucy.' She announced with pert excitement. The younger maid beamed with the spite for males which had been nurtured and enhanced regularly as she was tutored by her Mistress and the older maids, seeing males twice her age and older, spend in submission having known the spice of her cunt and arsehole then being brought to book by her with the cane. Her soft countenance doubling their creamy emissions in glorious shame, her lithe form combined with her invigorating dominance, having lured many older males to a life of enslavement under her Mistress and other women. Her ginger cunt tingled as she flexed the cane victoriously. 'Now you'll have four strokes which will bring you fifty, I'll see you mess just for me and will look forward to supervising your laundry duties; I have a game which you'll learn to love!' The women laughed with a resounding and cruel tone at the maid's arrogant bravado, and he wallowed deeper into submission at the young woman's taunts, knowing it to be the inevitable truth. She lifted her arm and brought the cane whooshing down, her prim, firm breasts jostling in her blouse as she gasped with the effort of her stroke. Mistress's knuckles were white with the tension she kept on his leash as he thrust his cock back and forth, giving a muffled cry of pain as the sting of the rod pulsed through his red buttocks on the rattan submerging into his flesh. 'One!!' The women announced the spiteful impact in unison as he shuddered and pumped his rigid cock through Hilda's tightly clasped calves, whimpering and gasping as the sharp pain blended with with the delicious pleasure which surged through his stiff member. 'Two!!' He bucked again as the ginger girl swept the flexible demon down to punish the male kneeling at her mercy, and showed him that she was as equally dominant as any other woman there, relishing his pain as was shown his place, greeting the tortured flesh which glowed as he was broken by feminine spite. He pressed his tingling balls hard against Hilda's calves with each thrust now, the eyes of the women fixed on the glistening bell-end, knowing it would soon express the divine ecstasy of submission; no more so than Hilda whose nipples poked hard as she looked down in regal dominance, her white flanks shimmering as her ex-Master pumped urgently in his quest to soil her skirt in abject humiliation, the sneer of his Mistress showing her delight on her staff welcoming her pet with such enthusiasm and vigour. 'Three!!' The ginger maid laughed wickedly as her third punishing delivery brought an anguished whimper from the male, his cock now rhythmically humping at Hilda's delicious calves, his total defeat now as much within the grasp of the youthful maid as it was in the grasp of the mature redhead's supreme legs. Hilda would have him know her full spite, her sneering laughter as she felt his urgency was not to be denied. 'You'll come now! You'll show me just how much you wanted to beg my supremacy! I have you now and you'll earn what you deserve. Soil my skirt and know my dominance!' His mind was ablaze with the raw ecstasy of total submission as he thought back to his blunt treatment of her, his yearning, his masturbation; yes, it was really her, vengeful, dominant, the delicious whiff of the arse he had worshipped in his nostrils, the feel of her flesh as she stood dominating him. 'Wwwhooooop!..'Four!!' The fourth crack of the cane heralded the point of no return, taking him down in total surrender. He grimaced with sublime pleasure as the stinging after-pain of the final stroke was transformed into submissive ecstasy as the seed rose from his balls, the women looking on with wide eyed grins as his cock thrust and jutted through Hilda's calves in a divine crescendo. His whole body was immersed in a rapture of sweet submission as the ginger maid's cruel laughter sucked the semen from him, in unison with the taught squeezing of the flesh of the woman who had delivered him to a life of enslavement. The presence of the woman who he had been delivered to was confirmed by the taut leash of ownership which choked his gasping throat; her words, 'The dead do not suffer' teasing his mind. His cock poked high in lush submission and pulsed a glorious loop of hot semen, sending it cascading across Hilda's skirt as he moaned in absolute ecstasy, the pleasure of his orgasm in defeat so intense on his earning the thrashing he now lusted for, the intensity increasing as the women applauded loudly, the humiliation enriching his submission, Hilda bringing his silky contributions on as she sneered in dominant triumph. 'He comes! See him soil my skirt wantonly!.. He'll pay dearly with each stroke, and will beg for more; see how pathetic he is, he'll spend again before his fifty strokes are up.' She bent and pulled her arse cheeks wide, releasing the full aroma of her hot pucker, sticky with excitement. Mistress pushed his face down into the scented warmth, prolonging his blissful surrender. His submission was now brought to an exquisite and lasting crescendo, his mind in total capitulation as he earned the retribution which would be served with gratuitous and spiteful pleasure, Hilda, so dominant and having him enjoy the tart scent of the arse he had lusted for, his cock worshipping her taut legs and sending jet after jet of hot semen to the skirt, confirming his intense desire to be broken by the cane she would wield with just and haughty conviction. The women made sure he emptied his balls, basking in the cruel pleasure enjoyed at seeing his abject humiliation, knowing their spite magnified the willing submission to feminine superiority he now expressed with the expulsion of his seed, their cunts tingling with anticipation as each thought with contempt on how they would use him, as they laughed and jeered at his submission to their power, naked, leashed, dominated. His ecstasy eclipsed the submissive depths he had reached following the awesome spectacle of seeing the male hanged with such pleasure by women; his bell-end throbbed with perverse and draining ecstatic pulses, expelling the contents of his balls in lush and total submission as he was held in divine humiliation, by the woman who owned him, having been thrashed by her maids, his cock worshipping the legs of a servant he had masturbated over, now in total obedience to her - a servant who would now firmly stamp the authority of her dominance over him forever. Mistress pulled his head back as the last weak pulses of his worship spat willingly to find the skirt, then dribbled in defeat to Hilda's boots. Though thoroughly spent, his submissive pleasure did not desert him as a further round of gleeful applause greeted his witnessing the ginger maid passing the cane to Hilda. She tutted with studied contempt as she eased away from his semi-flaccid cock, turned, and pointed the cane at her boots. 'Lick!' Mistress handed her the leash, and watched with dominant pride as her pet obediently bent and eagerly licked his own semen from his servant's boots under the contemptuous gaze of the other maids. The glow of Hilda's triumph was tangible as she watched the once authoritative Master lap his own mess obediently from her boots, her budding clitoris tingling at the apex of her aroused cunt with curt dominant pleasure. His anus tingled, clenched at the plug, echoing the pleasure of defeat from his submissive perspective as he felt the eyes of all the women enjoy his humiliation while he licked the bland essences from the contours of the black leather. Satisfied that he had thoroughly cleaned her boots, she tugged him up with the leash to face her from his knees, and slipping the cane into the leash hand, grinned wickedly with gritted teeth as she slapped his face hard three times, the delicious mark of her authority making his cock attempt a further stand. She lifted her nose and looked down on him as his face reddened, then took the cane and pointed it to her skirt, spattered with the abundant evidence of his surrender. 'See how much you wanted to earn the cane from me; you have excelled yourself! I have longed for this day and will savour each of the fifty strokes you'll now receive.' She slapped his face another three times with vigour to match her prior applications, the women sneering as they watched his cock rise to salute her dominance, and the pathetic pleasure of his submission to her. His cock stiffened as his Mistress lay a silken towel across the bulbous headrest of a chais-lounge, and the maids crowded round the leather piece as Hilda jerked his leash and led him to it. He was lain over its arm, his freshly erected cock nestling into the silk on the padded headrest, two of the maids taking an arm each and holding him firm. His cock pulsed as he saw Lucy close in on the space before his face, smiling at his Mistress. 'May I Mistress?, I do so enjoy seeing their pain close up while they know my scent.' Her request was a mere formality, his Mistress always ready to encourage the ginger maid's spite at every opportunity. 'Why of course Lucy, have my pet witness your pleasure at his suffering; it will prepare him for his time with you to come.' She lifted her skirts to expose a delicious red tufted cunt, and slipped between the two grinning maids who held his arms, lifting his head and holding it to sniff at the spicy arousal from her moistening lips. 'You'll cry like a baby, there's no doubt in that, and you'll see how seeing a grown male cry like a child excites me. You'll see the pleasure in my eyes and taste the confirmation as I relish your humiliation, it will help you come again, and come you will.' His cock boned at her cruel words, and at the sight of Hilda strutting into his vision to flex the cane as he sniffed at Lucy's cunt, his erection telling him he would orgasm again, despite his balls having been freshly drained. Hilda knew this, and confirmed her anticipation of his well deserved punishment, her nipples poking hard through her blouse as she relished what was to come. 'You've spent your mess and the evidence is there for all to see, but we know there's more to be teased from you. Having confirmed you know your place so liberally, it will require some special attention to allow you further release; it will not come so easily though, and I intend to enjoy each stroke of the fifty, knowing your quest to come will be inhibited by your recent disgrace and allowing you to thoroughly enjoy the pain.' Without further ceremony, she strutted to her position behind him, studied his bare flesh for a moment while resting her cane on his already tortured flesh, and with cunt oozing, began to thrash him. The maids felt his arms tense as the brutal strokes were delivered, and Lucy watched his face intently as his eyes watered with the pain, his cries muffled as she held his nose and mouth in the hot cleft of her sex, fighting to hold her concentration as each punishing stroke had him jolt and nuzzle her clitoris. The taste and scent of her soft cunt, supple and eager as his face slipped in her juices was like a drug; tempering the sharp pulses of stinging pain which had his cock rubbing urgently on the silk atop the padded arm, Hilda's magnificent arse and legs flexing as she stood hand on hip, enjoying watching his flesh bounce as she dominated him with the cane, while Mistress counted with satisfied solemnity, her dour but pleased tone ringing in his ears and followed but the vigorous cut of the unforgiving rattan. Hilda grinned as the mark of ten saw his cries reduced to sobbing, and added extra vigour to her stinging applications, her cunt bulging as her sadism grew at the satisfaction of reducing him to tears. Lucy's face bore a sneer of spiteful pleasure as she studied the tearful eyes of a male being broken completely, her sex dripping and making him snort and splutter as his tears mixed with her juices, she on the verge of orgasm by the time the count reached twenty. The two other maids giggled at his cringing humiliation while holding him firm, Beatrice sitting with legs crossed, calmly enjoying his reduction and eyeing his balls which swung loose at first, but slowly retracted as he got used to the pain; she knew he would lapse into a submissive fervour soon, and shoot his mess now that he had disgraced himself with the tears that they had all yearned to see. She imagined binding the neck of those balls tightly with wet leather and watching him squirm in bondage as she had done with so many men, hearing his moans through a mouth stuffed with her underwear as the leather dried and tightened to slowly castrate him; the best way, having a male endure the numbing, and being shown them, purple and lifeless after the slow and tight restriction had done its work - only the smallest of knives necessary to cut the blood starved scrotum's tiny remaining attachment. Yes, there was little fun in simply slicing the balls from a male. Hilda paused at thirty strokes, and sneered with pleasure and sheer contempt as the male continued to work his cock on the silk as she took several deep breaths, desperate to come and beyond shame, now in total submission. She flicked at his balls with the cane, making him hump harder, pleasing the women by showing them that he now relished the further twenty cuts. 'Oh how your attitude has changed since we were last in each other's company; you're not so commanding now are you? There is still so much need for reform though, and I shall see that you are corrected accordingly. You'll come for me now!' His cock pulsed at the deliciously humiliating irony, as she continued to exact her just revenge, the whoosh of the cane was followed by the severe crack of its impact as he was humbled by the dominant redheaded cook with a venom his submissive fantasies could never have imagined. His mind recollected again, enhancing the flavour of the punishment; he had not had the courage to reveal his desire to her, At Her Disposal Ch. 03 remaining audacious and pompous in his attitude as her employer, while wanking hard over her in secret; he had suffered the divine humiliation of having spent for her as he was treated to her flesh after the shock of her appearance, and now he would spend again as she caned the semen from him. His cock throbbed in submissive heaven as he was brought to book by Hilda, true to her word in making each stroke count as she revelled in punishing his flesh, her heady dominant arousal peaking with haughty satisfaction at seeing the cane stripe and cut his tortured arse. At forty strokes, the carnal atmosphere was too much for Lucy, the two maids giggling uncontrollably as she moaned and kicked her legs skyward, almost making them lose their grip on his arms, and nearly smothering him as she pulled his face hard into the silky wetness of her cunt, overcome by her erotic delight at his torture. As with her sweet delivery of the cane, the voluptuous ginger maid was instrumental in bringing him off; her pleasure in his agony and the spiteful delight she had shown in seeing him cry like a child, burned at his submissive soul, and as his eyes watched the silky white thighs rise in the triumph of her orgasm, his tongue sought her arsehole, slipping into the hot pucker in reverence to her superiority. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt the worship of his tongue, the delectable sound of the cane descending and ensuring that worship, taking her to a satisfying high as he probed her tangy arsehole in complete submission. His cock could take no more, and the wondrous sensation his deep submission awarded him was felt by the two maids as his body tensed; their giggling replaced by contemptuous sneers as they held him firm, now taking great pleasure in digging their nails into his flesh to have him know their spite was equal, and enjoyed. Hilda's moment had arrived, and she sneered hardest as she brought the cane down rapidly and vigorously, having it flex on impact with his flesh, curling to inflict pain on a greater expanse of his buttocks as his muffled moans announced his absolute surrender. His cock erupted below him, Hilda's triumph in seeing him thrust and spend bringing wholesome dominant satisfaction as she caned the seed of his surrender from him. His submission was divine as the overpowering bliss of orgasm eclipsed the impact of the cane on his numbing flesh, his tongue thrusting in worship of the tight ginger maid's anus, and the nails of the maids holding him firm, blending into an immersion of total submission to feminine dominance. Served sweet justice for his failings and weakness, his ears sought the now pleasurable sound of the cane's final strokes as he wallowed in ecstasy at Hilda's righteous and humiliating punishment. The maids pinched his arms before letting them go, prolonging his lush orgasm as they applauded his surrender;Lucy gasping in an ecstasy of her own as she partly recovered to enjoy his tongue's worship of her arsehole as his glazed eyes peeped from between her thighs, displaying the look of abject and acute pleasure in crushing defeat, his arse bouncing and shimmering under the final strokes of the cane as his cock and balls jetted the delightful admission of his yearning to submit to Hilda. Mistress applauded heartily with the others, as Hilda flexed the cane in her hands at fifty and watched him slump in defeat, but viewed his cut and butchered arse with a little concern, not because she had thought for his physical well being, but for the fact that so generous a thrashing may interrupt the tight routine she had, anxious as she was to display her new pet to her friends. 'Agatha, Kate, prepare a salt bath for our new toy; he'll enjoy its soothing qualities as he thinks on the consequences of his new life here.' Hilda poked his flesh with the cane, making him groan and twitch as Lucy slipped out from under him, taking his leash and smiling knowingly at the severe cook, who turned to Mistress. 'May I supervise Mistress? I will share the bath with him, after he has shown the thanks of his pleasure at my hands, having performed a little preliminary cleansing.' Mistress was in no doubt as to what that would entail as she nodded her assent with a smile. The thoroughly owned male was led away on all fours, his lower body stiff and sore with every movement, his eyes fixed on Hilda's deliciously broad arse as she ascended the stairs before him, knowing he would taste her cunt and arsehole in submissive worship before feeling the sting of the saline bath. At Her Disposal Ch. 04 The hanged male squirmed in the confines of the coffin, waking to find himself sweating in an oppressive warmth. His eyes flicked through the lattice, seeking some viewpoint through a porthole, and seeing whitewashed buildings under a vivid blue sky across the water. His ears pricked as he listened for whatever had awoken him from his drugged stupour, and his cock swelled to occupy the cage as he recognised the voice of the woman who had milked it. 'This is it. Wrap it in the muslin and bring it up to the deck, we don't want its contents getting dusty, and careful with it, the contents are feebly fragile but of much use to someone.' His cock bolted in the cage, and his anus clenched at the generously long plug as the scent of her perfume reminded him of the spice of her arousal which had accompanied it. Her eyes peeped through the lattice, her grin showing the pleasure at finding him awake to experience this part of his journey, as she helped wrap the muslin about the coffin, obscuring his view out, but also obscuring the eyes of those who would look in and actually see the human content, though it was obvious to most involved with the matriarchal females, that enslavement was their dark business. He thought about moaning aloud through the gag, alerting the carriers to his plight as he felt the strength of the sun through the box while it was lowered to a smaller boat to ferry it to the small and obviously obscure port, but his mind took him back to the gibbet and he knew he'd be made to pay, even if those within earshot paid any heed to his position. The two women watched as their prize was lowered, each such occasion bringing on their contented arousal as another dominated male would soon learn the consequences of his weakness. The tall one faced the captain who stood with them; he as much under their control as the boxed male he watched descend, his own cock erecting with a strange jealousy. 'You shall be well rewarded for your silence as usual, Captain Briggs. We shall be back by dusk, and we'll have you in your cabin to conclude business.' His cock showed the appreciation of that promise, knowing that part payment and the confirmation of his silence would be affirmed by their exploiting and enjoying his hidden weakness, exposure of which would ruin him. He was as much their slave and would allow himself the pleasure of masturbating on what he'd enjoy tomorrow, as he watched the two prim females descend the gangway lowered to the boat, regally attired in their white dresses and bonnets which had them glow against the tanned and grubbily dressed hands who assisted. The two women sat smiling, shaded by their parasols as they patted the muslin shrouded box, pleased on knowing the male inside would be lost in bewilderment as the motion of the boat and the hubub of commands in a language he did not understand rang out between the hands, taking him away from the life he had known forever. At the rocky makeshift quay, a woman veiled in black, pulled down the black cloth which covered her mouth, and smiled at the two women from atop a flat horse-drawn cart, onto which the box was lifted. They thanked the women for her punctuality, and before climbing aboard, the tall woman pulled back the muslin to allow the coffin's occupant a view of the parched land which was now his home. Her wicked smile grew as her eyes met those of the gagged male. 'Oh yes, we're nearly there. You'll know dominance like never before, and we'll be well paid for it. Please enjoy the surroundings which you'll know from now on.' His balls tingled, his bell-end pulsing against the steel dome which held it, his submissive arousal rising as he squirmed helpless in bondage, unable to influence his delivery to an unknown purchaser. He sniffed at her scent and grunted feebly through the gag as she disappeared to mount the cart. As the cart clattered through the the centre of the small port, his eyes took in the basic whitewashed buildings which looked ancient and noted that the population was mainly Arabic in appearance, dressed in long gowns, some African, and the few people he saw of European origin were obviously visitors to the port. They passed stalls set out selling carpets, fruit, and earthenware pottery, his nose detecting the strong aroma of coffee on occasion. The cart trundled out through a castellated gate, and up a slope to the surrounding hills. As he sweated in the heat, they passed several small settlements, the buildings all uniformly white, before the cart began to descend into a dusty and parched valley, bereft of vegetation, save for the occasional palm. The cart travelled on for another mile or so, and as it twisted along a track he saw a large white walled building come into sight. As the cart approached, a huge arched gate opened, and they went through into a enclosed courtyard, the gates closing behind them. The first thing that registered in his ears was the bubbling of water as the horse stopped, then the sound of the women talking as they dismounted the cart. They and the woman in black stood smiling, the veiled woman looking down the courtyard and clapping her hands. This was to summon four more veiled women, each carrying long canes, their eyes betraying smiles as they lifted the box from the cart. The tall women pulled the muslin from the box and lifted the lid, bringing delighted gasps from the women as they surveyed the white flesh of the male inside. The tall woman took his leash. 'Up! These ladies want to see what their friend will pay handsomely to own.' The shorter woman took one of the canes and teased his shaven flanks as he lifted to his knees. His eyes surveyed the grandiose courtyard with its large ornate fountain, its bubbling water cooling the partially covered enclosure, shafts of bright light illuminating rows of succulent plants through a grapevine which crossed above. The veiled women cooed with delight at the rare pleasure of seeing a white male enslaved, his wrists bound behind him and gagged, his manhood pleasingly caged, they were immediately aroused by the obvious control the two women had over him. The woman in black who had brought them there, removed her veil and pulled her hooded shawl down, fluffing her black hair, a pleased and wicked smile emanating from her olive skinned face as she did so. 'Ohhh! Kali will be so pleased to have him; she would have paid twice what you asked. She will make the other women of the City of Shadows so jealous when she displays him.' The tall women watched with pleasure as the four women also unveiled, then dropped their robes to reveal their naked tanned bodies, surrounding the male and teasing him with their canes; the woman in black smiling at his bewilderment as they toyed with him, spreading their fine arse cheeks and having him sniff at their scent, taking the leash from the tall women who was more than pleased to give it up, pulling it tight to feel it tension to express their dominance over a male who had shown submission and was now firmly under their control. The woman in black was also aroused by the scene, as she watched his white flesh ripple on the women playfully showing him the cane; she had taken many slaves through her gates for disposal, but the arrival of the two women with their white males was always an extra pleasure. She would have the male know why the four were so excited. She moved closer and addressed him as one of the women straddled the box and had the kneeling male sniff at her cunt. 'These ladies are more than pleased to have you know their feelings before you are taken to serve your purchaser. You see, they were all once enslaved by males, and have been freed to willingly assist with our trade. Two of the ladies were brought here by males tricked into thinking we deal in women, brought here in secrecy, only to be taught the error of their ways permanently; the woman whose cunt you sniff at, having had the pleasure of castrating her former enslaver, and seeing him sold on as a eunuch. You can imagine her just pleasure at seeing any male enslaved and ready to serve a woman in total obedience; though the male who brought her here was Arabic, she, like us all, has witnessed the arrogance of white males who would rule the world; her pleasure at seeing you dominated is especially thrilling, as your nose will bear testament to, it is equally pleasurable for me to see you bound and ready for the use of a woman.' His cock dribbled through the slot in the trap as his mind raced at her words, the deliciously heady scent of the tanned fleshy cunt helping bring the carnal pleasure of submission from him as the woman who had castrated her captor stood dominantly over his kneeling nakedness, the others teasing his flesh playfully with their canes. He now neared knowing the full price of his dark liaison with Mistress Harriet, fashioned by Fiona Brown. He sniffed hard at the rich and velvety cunt as he thought how Fiona had had hanged him with such delight; his passing out on the taut rope after spending in sheer ectasy had as good as ended his life. He now found himself re-born as promised by the maids who took him into darkness, a mere toy to be played with in a foreign land; the shame and humiliation was exquisite as his plugged anus tingled in the submissive pleasure of his defeat, he now yearned to have the tanned woman slice his balls from him. The tall woman was anxious to see business done, despite enjoying seeing the teasing dominance shown by the women, and she and her shorter companion also wished to gain pleasure in exacting their own cruel humiliation on the male, they would never see him again when the day was out after all. 'When are Kali's emissaries to arrive? I'm anxious to keep their image with him in more than my mind, and have have a memento to please the women back home.' The woman in black smiled knowingly as the tall woman bent and untied the trembling male's ankles. 'I had expected them to be here by now; they'll arrive at any time, I can imagine their lust to receive him; they'll be most pleased to receive him in the picture room.' The shorter woman untied his wrists with a cruel smile, allowing the naked woman who had removed her enslaver's balls to retain the leash. 'You'll crawl on all fours to the place of your despatch, we want these ladies to have the full benefit of their short time with you.' The woman in black addressed the women in their language, and with their sneers of pleasure so evident, the male was tugged by the leash and led by the woman to whom he would gladly have given his balls, whilst gleefully whipped forward like a sacrificial animal by the other three to know further humiliation. His progress was pleasingly slow at first, his limbs feeling weak on having been dormant for so long, paired with a little reluctance as he was filled with the fear of the unknown; this was smartly whipped from him by the naked harpies, eager to witness another male taken to a life of permanent servitude at the hands of a woman whose reputation and appetite for severity was legendary. The long anal plug which massaged his prostate as he was whipped on all fours, teased the sense of foreboding in him, arousing his submission and keeping his cock hard and dribbling pre-cum as he felt the sting of the canes and watched the feminine arse before him, leading him to his fate. They passed the fountain and he was taken through another large arched door, and out to an arched verandah which looked down the valley to the hills beyond. The woman in black clapped her hands with delight as her eyes, expert to the vista, detected the movement of women on horseback. She looked down at the male, whose head was held back by the naked girl so that he may witness the approach of the women who would take him, her cunt oozing on knowing the trembling white male would know there would be no return. 'They come for you! Soon you'll be at the feet of Kali, she will dominate you with an authority that will make you beg to be silenced forever.' The tall woman grinned with satisfaction at his bewildered eyes as two women in flowing black silks, came into view, a mule trotting behind the second of the two fine horses on a leash. The two women cantered their horses close to the arch and dropped their silken veils to gape at the kneeling white male, gagged and caged, so obviously already in submission to female authority, the tall woman binding his wrists behind him once more. His anus clenched hard at the plug as his eyes took in the long tanned legs which were exposed from the black silk against the flanks of the horses, the delicately painted finger and toenails in red, enhancing their brown flesh and that feminity contrasting with the furled bullwhips and scimitars which adorned their horses. The mule bent to feed at what sparse vegetation was available, displaying sackcloth bags which hung bulging with coin, straddled either side; payment which would seal his permanent enslavement to their Mistress. His cock bulged rigid within the confines of the cage as the two dismounted in supremely elegant fashion, their immense pleasure at seeing the pale Western male who would be the toy of their Mistress, radiating from them. His submission and fearful anticipation was excited all the more as discarded their silk gowns to reveal their deliciously supple bodies, adorned only with thick black leather belts and thongs which split their shaven cunts beautifully, their firm and ample breasts showing their delight through erect nipples as the each took their whips from their horses to express their position of dominance. They greeted the woman in black, and the two women in white with simple nods, such was their eagerness to view the slave, his cock fit to burst at his own disbelief at the fantasy-like situation he found himself in, his nose sniffing at their immediate arousal their prize engendered as his eyes fixed on the broad tanned thighs and thonged cunts he faced while they felt the softness of his hair and squeezed the white flesh they coveted. They grinned at the pleasure shown by the naked girl who held his leash, impressed by his obedience to her as he knelt in submission. One of the women trailed her braided whip about his shoulders, and shook her long dark brown hair back, taking a deep breath as she shimmered with carnal excitement before turning to his captors. 'Kali will be most pleased to allow him to become her property; she tires of her pets so easily, indulging her pleasure in the methods of their disposal, and he too, will be spoiled by her with whip and cane, but I suspect his pain will endure under her ownership; as a unique specimen, he will be shown proudly by her, incurring the jealousy of the other Mistresses.' She nodded toward the mule. 'Please accept the token of her gold; it seems of small value in exchange for this pet.' The woman in black clapped her hands, and the naked women eagerly relieved the mule of it's burden, though the load it carried back would require greater effort. The tall woman opened the door to a room set back from the verandah, and had the women place the bags in two piles in a prominent position upon the floor, then addressed the two horse-women with a pleased smile. 'May we have a lasting memento of our transaction? We'd like a keepsake to please the women at home.' The two were only too pleased, and they were ushered into the room, the eyes of all the women on the gagged male as he was led through to enjoy the last vestiges of a world he had known, and would remain but a distant memory. He gasped through the gag at seeing a bold tin-type camera on a tripod which would capture his shame for eternity. The tall woman grinned with smug satisfaction as she and the shorter women prepared the final sweet humiliation he would know at their hands. 'You'll be gone forever, but the memory of our triumph over you will be enjoyed eternally.' He grunted through the gag, as he was made to kneel, equidistant between the bags of gold which sealed his purchase. The two horse-women stood proudly dominant either side of their prize, both trailing their long whips across the floor, snaking close to his white flesh, their olive flesh glistening in the dappled sunlight which bathed the scene through a lattice window in the end wall. One of them holding the leash which displayed the confirmation of his enslavement so indelibly. His cock throbbed as his mind went back to the lewd magazines he had purchased in the darkly illicit place of publications in East London he had frequented; he had masturbated over many pictures of stern women dominating males, and his anus tingled as he thought of the delicious humiliation at this scene appearing in those pages; the seed of many submissive males brought forth in ecstasy on witnessing his fate. The tall women's arousal at the scene would know further pleasure; as the other women grinned by the camera, she lifted the key to his cage from between her ample breasts. He felt his cock pulse as she approached, knowing the humiliation he would now suffer. 'We'll have you reveal your innermost desire at the prospect of enslavement; I know that your fear outweighs your submission, which is exquisitely pleasing for us ladies, but as with all males, your cock will lead and show the true extent of your homage to superior womanhood.' She unlocked the tiny padlock and he felt the eyes of all the women on it, as it immediately rose to a full erection. She grinned with cruel pleasure as it confirmed the excitement of his domination, but she would make sure his humiliation was captured in all it's pathetic glory. 'Here, let me help you.' She stood with her legs slightly apart and lifted her long skirt, pushing the crotch of her underwear, wet with dominant arousal, to his nose. The women sneered with satisfaction as they watched his cock pulse and bone upright from between her legs in a salute of surrender to femininity, as his senses were flooded with the spice of her cunt. She and the other woman had brought him there, and his balls ached to come as he longed to lick her cunt in reverence, the denial now as delicious as any orgasm to his defeated mind. He was now ready to have the image of his submission captured for the divine titillation of the superior sex. She strutted back to the camera and peeped through the multiple lens in the mahogany box which would take several images of the same shot. 'Perfection.' She watched him pant through the gag as he readied himself to be exposed for what he truly was, a defeated submissive cur. 'You'll now think of Fiona Brown, the woman who has secured your disposal and who will be overjoyed to have a token of her triumph; take pride in having been of some use to her, the portion of gold allotted to her from your sale will allow her to choose worthier males to serve her as the Mistress she has become... at your expense.' The smug smiles of the women as his image was captured, and the perverse carnal pleasure he felt, at being brought down and cruelly broken on the noose by a mere servant girl, crushing him with the pleasure of her curt disposal, cut deep into his submissive mind as his fate was recorded forever. A scene of total obedience now, his shamed image was caught as he knelt naked, arms bound behind him, a gag ensuring his silence as he was guarded by two dominant and shapely women, their tanned flesh contrasting against his whiteness in confirmation that he had been taken far from where his presence would ever cross with the women who had secured his disposal. The bewilderment in his eyes was fixed on image for posterity, providing another contrast with the rude stance of his owned cock, standing erect and captured centrally in the vista. His stiff and excited member betraying the true desire and lush submissive defeat behind the eyes filled with the fear of the position he was now in, an innermost yearning to know the whips that trailed from the stern and pleased women who showed their satisfaction on having their image captured, while holding their white prize leashed and ready to know a life of utter domination. The bags of coin either side, showing the value of his soul to be worth no more than a trivial materialistic gesture; paltry in human terms, yet sufficient to transfer the ownership of a male slave between dominant women. At Her Disposal Ch. 04 The ten seconds or so of stillness as the exposure provided its inedible and lasting testament to his humiliation, was brought to and end by the tall woman lifting her hand, applause from the women who bustled to see the plate, and the male feeling the jerk of his leash; the thonged women impatient to see their image with the male, then have him strapped to the mule in bondage. The tall women grinned with satisfaction as she showed them the plate with its crystal clear images, pressing it close to the male. 'See how clearly recognisable your face is. Fiona told me of some pictorials she found secreted in a wardrobe in your room.' Her cruel satisfaction grew as his face flushed, his cock dribbling as he guessed on the irony that his earlier thoughts would now be made to haunt him. 'She also found an i.o.u. bearing the address of a somewhat risque house of publications in Bow. You'll be pleased to know that it will give her much satisfaction in paying your debt, plus a little extra to have your image appear within the next publication; I'm sure the proprietor will be most obliging, such a picture with a little paragraph beneath it to verify its obviously genuine history will boost its circulation tenfold.' His anus tingled as his startled eyes looked long and hard at his own face, his erect cock and the thonged women with their whips, holding him leashed, kneeling and naked, the cruel laughter of the tall woman ringing in his ears. He had known from the poses of those risque images that most were professional models, but some of the more crude images were obviously of genuinely submissive males, exposed and humiliated for the pleasure of their Mistresses; it was those depictions which made him come the hardest, and he longed to stroke his cock at the thought of the erect cocks of others who would spend in torrents at the depiction of his fate. The thonged women pulled his leash tight as the other women gathered round to witness the departure of a male into enslavement, a male they would never see again. The tall women handed his cage to the thonged woman, and she grinned as she hung it on the thong below her ample breasts. 'He will spend as he enters the City of Shadows, such will be the admission of his descent into total submission; Kali will welcome his disobedience in having him know her whip.' She tugged the leash hard with a pleased smile. 'You are Kali's now, her whip awaits you!' While the other flexed her own lush and menacing whip as he was led stumbling on his knees to the mule, the pleasure of the women who had transported him was electric as his cock swung and bobbed in fearful anticipation. The thonged women unleashed her whip as he cowered on the edge of the verandah, the other pulling him prone as the lash caressed his flesh. 'Down!' His cock pulsed below him as his ankles were swiftly bound, and he was trussed from neck to toes in the black silk. A leather collar with a rope attached was looped over his head and loosely buckled about his neck, and the Mule brought to the verandah's edge. His cock boned in the acute pleasure of total helplessness as he was laid over the mule and the rope from his collar passed under the animal's wide girth and tied tight to his ankles. He was allowed little movement, but his eyes watched as the two sublime females took a white silken hood from a pouch on one of the horses, both rubbing it into the arousal which wet the thongs which split their glistening cunts. They closed in and lifted his head by the hair, having him sniff at the silk, which he did readily; their spice of their dominance making his aching cock pulse as he squirmed in the silky bondage. The women who had held the leash taunted him with soft words. 'Don't be disappointed, you shall know my whip too, soon enough. Kali will allow us that pleasure when we confirm her ownership of you; her entire court will witness you taste our whips when you are delivered to her.' With his balls tingling in submission, she slipped the white hood over his head, a gauze panel allowing him to witness the satisfied pleasure of the women who had sold him like a trinket as he snorted at the fresh scent of his captor's sex's, the slave Mistress in black, and her freed naked women looking so contented, as the hood was tied nice and tight at the neck to provide a third noose of enslavement with the leather collar and leash. His mind raced as he writhed in bondage on the mule, immersed in the stark realisation of the just domination he now faced, his cock rigid as he viewed the smug expressions of the women in white, knowing they would be the last Western females he would ever see. At Her Disposal Ch. 05 Trent's descent into submission had him immersed in a euphoria he could never have envisaged as he immediately began to be subjected to a life of constant domination at the hands of his Mistress and her superior feminine household. He assumed the lowest position of service at the residence, marshalled strictly with immediate effect from day one by Hilda and the maids, having the emancipation of women most forcibly thrust upon him, and suffering it in total obedience. Hilda grinned as she oversaw his laundry duties, having him kneel naked by the laundry basket as she stood over him with the cane, rubbing his bare buttocks with it and bringing his cock to an erection as she revelled in the novelty of having him under her complete control. 'I know how you used to masturbate over my knickerbockers, well you'll sniff the gusset of gusset of each item of underwear and tell me which are mine.' She laughed cruelly as he lifted the lid, and saw his cock bob on his nose being assailed by the musky scent of the large selection of gusseted items within it. 'I fear you're going to be red raw by the time you reach the bottom, there are so many women here; I think you'll earn double the pleasure at this task.' His anus tingled as he lifted the first lacy white pair, sniffing hard at the yellowy gusset, his cock boning rigid as much with being humiliated by the maid he had cherished and who now part owned him, as with the delectable spice of the garment. He enjoyed the lush scent for a moment, then dropped them to the floor, saying nothing. He flinched as Hilda cut the air with the cane teasingly and laughed cruelly, her cunt warming to the strokes he was sure to earn. He picked out a delicate pink pair next, and sniffed at the feminine fragrance, the added bonus of a sweet brown streak scented so deliciously by the tang of a sticky effeminate arsehole bringing a pulse of pre-cum from his stiff cock; he dropped them to the floor in silence. Hilda gave a very pleased but stern smile and brought the cane down hard, making him buck and squirm as the red line blossomed across his cheeks. 'Mine! You are such a neglectful male! Do you not recognise the cunt and arsehole of the maid you lusted for so? I can see you're in need of some stricter discipline.' The game continued with Trent failing to identify no more than one pair belonging to his harsh mentor, and was rudely interrupted by the appearance of Lucy as Hilda administered yet another stinging stroke. She grinned as she watched trent grip the edge of the basket and moan with pain. 'Sorry to spoil your amusement Hilda, but we're to dress him; Mistress Edith requires his attendance for a visit to a friend.' She sneered down at him cowering below Hilda's authority. 'He'll wear something suitably drab and loose of course, we'll have the world guess that he's owned by his Mistress.' Lucy's spiteful comment was purely to keep Trent firmly in his place; the only male clothes available amongst the array of grandiose and sultry feminine clothing in the wardrobes were three or four drab outfits, all a shade of grey. Any person from the outside their circle would indeed hazard a guess that Trent was at least hen-pecked by his magnificently attired female partner, it being the norm in Victorian society for the arrogant male to at least match in splendour the woman he was in charge of. Trent's cock bulged in his loose trousers as he was led into the street by Edith in her purple satins, black lacy veil trailing from her immense plumed hat; the pleasure at being exposed and viewed as the probable pet of a woman making his anus tingle, as the submissive pleasure fought with his upright sense of shame that was quickly being whipped from him. Edith's pleasure at controlling and exposing him would not wain though, and she delighted in walking him through their suburban idyll to a more urban thoroughfare from whence they would hail a cab in full view of the populace. Edith took care to strut the half step in front of her slave to ensure it was noted by all that she was very much in charge. As they passed number 12, Trent looked passively up at the windows as he thought on what he would face there, and felt his cock bulge on seeing the sternly matriarchal Charlotte standing in the window, taking advantage of the light as her maid adjusted a new dress. She gave the male a cursory smile which increased his wonder at how the staid women would dominate him. Her maid looked down on the scene with a sense of curt approval. 'Oh it's that lady from down the way, look how she leads that man like a boy.' Charlotte grinned at her maids careful choice of words, but felt the contemptuous pleasure in her tone. 'Does that appeal to you Bunty? ...I find a male who knows his place most invigorating.' Bunty had received more than her fair share of Chauvinism from the Master of the house, and from males in general, she was pleasantly surprised with the words from her Mistress which had her cunt tingling. 'Mistress; as you know, I've had few men in my life and all have not suited my need to command my own destiny, It would give me a certain pleasure if I were fortunate enough to be in her position.' Charlotte laughed curtly as they watched Edith strut by with Trent meekly following in the wake of her feminine superiority. 'Good Bunty, because you shall have the opportunity to enjoy that position tomorrow. Please trust me, and don't be shocked by what you see, your Mistress has had certain needs for a long time, due to the regular absence of the Master of the house; that absence will now be enjoyed and my needs fulfilled - I know you're the kind of woman who'll enjoy it to.' Trent had spotted the grey flannel with pre-cum several times by the time they alighted from the cab, having been seen to obey the commands and directions of his Mistress many times throughout the short journey, delighted scorn from many haughty women noting his obvious inferiority to a proud woman had readied him for a day of submission. Edith adjusted her hair and pursed her lips as they stood at the large front door of a town house which imposed its affluence upon a street which was adorned with like properties. She grinned at Trent. 'I feel you may find yourself very much a spectator today; it will be an education for you.' She rapped on the door and it was opened by a maid who wore a full length cape, her eyes twitching as she nonchalantly surveyed for other eyes and ears in proximity. She addressed Edith curtly. 'You are late. You'll come in immediately and know Mistress Beatrice's pleasure.' Trent's jaw dropped and his cock tented his trousers, as he took in the curt address to his Mistress, then felt her scornful eyes on him. 'I see you've brought a male pet, is it to be taken to the rear to rest with the dogs, or has Mistress Beatrice agreed to tolerate its presence?' Edith replied in a wistful tone that Trent only heard after he was being shown an element of comfort after a whipping. 'Mistress Beatrice desires to have him witness our pleasure... Madam Alice.' Trent's bewilderment intensified at her servility to the maid as they were offered in and the door was closed sharply behind them. He was still taking in the heady feminine scent which permeated the plushly ornate house when Alice dropped her cape to show she was naked but for a tight leather corset, black stockings and tightly strapped knee length boots, the heels of which elevated her to the high level of pomposity her strict persona demanded. She simply smiled and turned her head to the marble stairway, and Trent's cock pulsed on recognising the womanly shape which slowly descended it. Beatrice's curvaceous body was shrouded magnificently in a thin black lace gown which reached her painted toe-nails, it hid nothing, but served to highlight the flesh of her globular breasts, broad thighs and hips, and the cunt which tingled at the day's erotic prospect. Her hair was tied up in a severe bun, her face made up exquisitely, putting Trent's thoughts to pictures he'd seen of Japanese brothel madams. She descended most elegantly, and Trent was further puzzled on seeing her carry two leashes. She gave them both a look of contempt, edged with satisfied superiority. 'Clothes off!... both of you.' Trent's shocked look pleased both women of the household no end, as he fumbled to remove his own clothing quickly, he saw the pleasure in Edith's eyes as Alice grinned and helped disrobe her from her finery, her nipples poking hard as her breasts were bared. Now naked, Beatrice also dropped her thin veil of lace and embraced Edith, their lips met in an intimate kiss, and trent saw how Edith relished the touch of soft flesh. Their breasts rubbed at each other's nipples and Edith readily accepted the command in the kiss that the larger woman showed, his Mistress elevating to her toes as Beatrice's fingers slipped into the soft cleft of her buttocks. Alice sneered at the naked male as his wide eyes and mouth looked on in disbelief. 'See how utterly worthless you are in this household... males are not required here, other than to know the true desires of women. You'll be suitably attired before being allowed above stairs.' As Beatrice continued to indulge Edith with a lingering kiss, her stern maid produced a short pink silk slip with a frilled lace hem, and delighted in having trent wear it. She smiled with satisfaction as his blush of shame matched the silk as he pulled the soft garment over his body, his cock poking erect from below the frill. 'There! You can be one of the girls now; it suits you so well!' Beatrice broke from the kiss and smiled softly at Edith who returned her look with starry eyes as the mature woman gently buckled the leash about her neck, Alice having been passed the other, gleefully adorning Trent's neck with it, with less care for his comfort. Beatrice toyed with Edith's hair, cooing softly at her. 'Well my beauty, it's been a while since you tasted my cunt... and we'll show your puny cocked pet how to fuck, shan't we? You'll come with me to bed now, I've been so moist thinking of having you.' She gently tugged the leash and led her to the stairs, Trent's cock boned as he watched the flesh of the two shapely arses quiver on ascending the stairs, Alice holding his leash tight as he strained at it to follow the woman who owned him, now so apparently owned by the dominant Beatrice. Alice was a true male hater and relished being in total command of submissives, enjoying seeing the misery of his neglect by her Mistress, though this pleasure was eclipsed by some of her previous encounters with his gender. She took a cane from an umbrella stand and whipped the flesh of his buttocks with it, making him yelp at the ferocity of its application. 'Patience! You'll see what your Mistress truly desires soon enough. Just consider yourself fortunate that you're another woman's property. Many males have been lured here by my Mistress, only to learn her true pleasure and suffer the divine release of castration.' Her spite rose at the memory of the last such event, and Trent was awarded another stripe with the cane, his cock standing high at the humiliation, and suddenly aware of the vulnerability of the balls which were now tingling below it. 'Oh that I were allowed that delicious spectacle today... there's nothing quite as satisfying as releasing a male from the slavery of his own lust, seeing the defeat of permanent impotence in his eyes as he's shown his balls in the hands of superior womanhood.' Her cunt wet with the satisfaction of having him know the strength of her spite, he was now led to watch Beatrice indulge her lust upon his Mistress, her enjoyment at leading yet another previously arrogant male in a pink slip sating her desires sufficiently. 'Come girl, I'm sure your services as Maid of Honour will be greatly appreciated.' Trent's sense of almost total insignificance in the ultra female dominated world of Beatrice's house continued on entering the magnificent bedroom. Beatrice and Edith only had eyes for each other as the dominant Mistress of the house sat on the edge of the huge bed adorned with purple silk sheeting and pointed Edith to the floor, and she knelt eagerly, her nipples jutting hard to match those on Beatrice's bulbous globes. Beatrice slowly spread her broad thighs and exposed a glorious cunt, the pink butterfly wet with arousal. She gave the kneeling male a cursory sneering glance, seeing his cock standing wantonly from beneath the lacy frill, and on his knees held firmly leashed by Alice, then pointed Edith to her arousal. 'Sniff my cunt my beauty, then tell me what you desire.' Edith bent forward and placed her fine nose at the cleft to sniff at its feminine spice, showing trent the delicious pucker of the arsehole his tongue loved to worship. Edith quivered on the leash as the larger woman indulged in the satisfaction of her dominance over her. Edith savoured the scent, and lifted her head with her eyes looking longingly into Beatrice's and whispered softly but oh so sincerely. 'I need to be spanked and fucked Mistress Beatrice.' Beatrice grinned in triumph and squeezed her thighs together, giving Trent a view of the perfect figure of feminine dominance; her thighs tapering beautifully back the the curve of her ample arse, which curved into her waistline and spread above in the splendour of her large breasts as she arched her back slightly, her face a picture of haughty and confident authority. He panted heavily as he watched his Mistress stand and pose like a schoolgirl, her hands clasped behind her back as she awaited the command of her Mistress. Beatrice pointed to her thighs. 'Over you go! I can see you're in need of a sound spanking before I show your pretty cunt who owns it.' Edith eagerly slipped over the soft thighs, and Trent's cock dribbled pre-cum as he watched the pleasure in Beatrice's spiteful eyes as her arm flexed, and the firm hand of authority was brought to his Mistress's cheeks again and again. Edith's pretty face was contorted with the sharp pain and the bliss of being owned by the epitome of feminine dominance, the pain no more than an aperitif to what was to come, the lush humiliation symbolic in assuring just who was in control in this house. As he watched Edith's cheeks redden and watched her long legs kick while her soft white flesh bounced under the eager hand, Alice stroked the weeping pre-cum from his bell-end with the cane. 'My Mistress is in dominant mood today, it would come as no surprise to me if you left without your balls; see the complete control she has over your Mistress, there's no need for you here.' Her cunt tingled as she felt him jerk under the lush feeling of the cane on his cock while she toyed with it; she relished the humiliation he'd suffer shortly. Edith was allowed from her Mistress's lap and made to lay on the bed, Trent watching her pink arse rise and fall, giving a glimpse of her cunt so wet with arousal after chastisement. The magnificent Beatrice stood, and strutted past Trent as though he were furniture, and pulled a draw open from an ornate dresser. She smiled as she lifted a huge strap-on phallus from it, Edith gasping and looking meekly at the object as she squirmed on the silk in a pose of feminine vulnerability that Trent had never witnessed. Beatrice caressed the rudely curved instrument, her hand barely covering the huge girth of the bulbous bell end, her pleasure intensified as she sighed on slotting the rear end into her cunt as she buckled the strap firmly; the nub of the cock bore a beaded bar which accommodated her cunt and pressed against the bud of her clitoris, she would be pleasured as she exacted her dominance. She paused by Trent as she returned to her prize. 'Have the girl stand Alice, I'll have her see what a cock is.' Trent was tugged to his feet, and he saw his Mistress blush and smile from the bed as he was humiliated further. Beatrice stood close and compared his fully erect cock against the massive phallus which projected proudly from her, dwarfing his manhood. 'See your insignificance girl. Your pathetic penis is no more than a budding clitoris, you cannot hope to please a woman with that. Kneel! Witness how a woman is to be shown the delight of penetration.' Trent dropped to his knees, feeling suitably humbled and watched helplessly as Edith looked up with an open mouthed smile at the presentation of what she would receive. Beatrice stood proudly by the bed, the cock curving long and high with a delicious menace. 'Come and suck the bell my beauty, we want it to slip in nice and easy, it's fine girth will be tortuous enough.' Edith knelt on the bed and toyed with her cunt as her lips slipped over the rude and permanently virile phallus, her eyes closing and mouth bulging as she struggled to accomodate the bulbous bell. Beatrice sighed softly with pleasure, as even the gentle sucking motion had the beading tease at her bulging clitoris. 'Feel how the finely carved wood slides so nicely with the reaction of a little lubrication, he'll still test the limits of your cunt though, you'll know you've been fucked my beauty.' Edith moaned softly as she sucked on the now slippery bell-end which filled her mouth as Beatrice turned her head and looked at the redundant Trent with cruel satisfaction before addressing her further. 'Of course, it'll be even tighter when I take your arsehole, I know how you like to submit to me that way; you do want your arse fucked don't you?' Edith murmured a passive acknowledgement to an act she'd be subjected to anyway, slipping her lips from the phallus and turning to kneel submissively on the bed, her excited breasts touching the silk, her superb arse high and exposed. Beatrice adjusted Edith's body to ensure her pet had a good view, then placed one knee on the bed and offered the huge phallus up to the soft brown pucker. Trent watched as her anus dilated in submission, begging the acceptance of the glistening bulbous head as she felt Beatrice tease its violation. Both women gave their respective gasps of pleasure, as Beatrice eased Edith's soft cheeks apart and slowly eased the massive cock into the seemingly minute orifice, making sure her bitch of the moment knew every millimetre of its girth. Alice pulled Trent's leash nice and tight, the gesture having him know she was still there and enjoying the spectacle as he heard his Mistress moan, the bell-end stretching her anus to splitting point as the rude flange spread it ever wider, her hand reaching under her body and rubbing her wet clitoris frantically as she endured the lush submission. Her anus slipped over the huge head and closed over the girth of its length as Beatrice moaned in her own ecstasy in squeezing it deep into the smooth tunnel, the pressure teasing her clitoris delightfully. Beatrice mounted the bed and gasped as she grabbed Edith's slender hips. 'Now I have you my beauty!... Oh!!... I going to teach you for keeping me waiting so long!' She arched her back and bore a stupefied grin of absolute pleasure as she pulled on Edith's hips and thrust the cock deep, Edith whimpering with mouth agape as a good ten inches of the invader opened a path past her sphincter muscles, and made her eyes water tears of sweet submission. The nub of the cock pressed and relaxed its teasing tension on Beatrice's clitoris, sending the dominant woman into a frenzied ecstasy as she reamed her captive's arsehole vigorously with the unforgiving tool, each drive of the wooden beast bringing her first orgasm ever closer. Trent watched as the severe woman's breasts rolled and pointed their excited nipples, her broad thighs kissing the soft flesh of his Mistress's arse as she moaned long in her own ecstasy, her fingers wet with the juices of her arousal as she lay arse high in submissive obedience, and worked her clitoris hard as the discomfort of being arse-fucked overwhelmed her. At Her Disposal Ch. 05 Alice teased Trent's erection with the cane again, with the deft timing that showed just how well she knew her Mistress; the formidable woman groaning in ecstasy as she felt Edith tense all over and succumb to the lush orgasm which had her force her arse back, lusting for the absolute dominance of the cock, Beatrice obliging with thrust of triumph at her mastery over her bitch and triggering the flood of her own ecstasy. Beatrice held the cock deep and squirmed hard on the nub as she held Edith's cheeks tight against her thighs and belly, wave after wave of pleasure echoing in her moans as her eyes savoured the slender Edith yield in total ecstasy to her dominance. Trent yearned to spend at the sight of the awesome woman's control over the woman whose dominance over him had been so total, wondering what those males who had been relieved of their balls had suffered before that divine release. Alice tugged his leash and made the already dribbling cock cede more sticky fluid. 'Now we'll see you put to some use, you'll know your place here.' Beatrice rubbed the soft flanks of her defeated mount, having ridden her to satisfaction, and sighed as she eased the cock out, enjoying the whimpers from Edith as she did so. Trent's eyes fixed on the wicked phallus as the bulbous bell, slimy and glistening, slipped from his Mistress's tortured but willing anus. The cock bobbed rudely as it parted from the warmth of its receiver, as if to acknowledge a pleasure of its own, Edith lying on the bed and giving Trent a strange impish smile of satisfaction. Beatrice's look of supreme satisfaction turned to a stern sneer as she alighted from the bed and stood proudly displaying the means of her victory. 'Bring the girl here Alice... the cock needs its service.' All three women smiled curtly as he was tugged, waddling on his knees with erect cock waving, to face the magnificent female and her temporary masculinity in all its glory. Alice delighted in pulling the leash to have his nose touch the rude tip. Beatrice's cunt tingled afresh as she enjoyed the insignificance of a male whom she knew would have once been a typically arrogant and chauvinistic Victorian gentleman, now leashed and dressed in a pink silk slip, dominated by womanhood and a slave to the balls she relished removing. 'Sniff my cock! You've seen where it's been. I know you long to be taken with it like the girl you are, but you'll not be awarded that pleasure.' Trent's anus closed tight and tingled, he was not sure whether with relief or disappointment, as he sniffed at the huge phallus while the women laughed softly, none less so than Edith. His eyes wandered up the fine thighs and curved hips to the globular breasts of the superb woman, then up to her stern smile as he took in the womanly scent on the cock, his own cock which was diminutive by comparison, pulsing as he yearned to be whipped and castrated by her. Humiliation was to be his only reward at that point. 'Lick the cock thoroughly clean! Your Mistress has soiled it, and as her girl, you'll clean it up. You'll start by my cunt and work down the shaft to the tip, I'll have Alice thrash you if it's not shown the adoration of your tongue it deserves.' Trent needed no prompting as he moved his tongue eagerly to the base of the phallus and lapped at the girth close to Beatrice's sated cunt, the lush spicy scent and taste of her recent lubrication stimulating him as much as the humiliation of being made to lick eagerly at the symbol of his own gender. The symbolism was put to full use by Beatrice as he licked at the tangy residue of their pleasure. 'See how your girl loves to lick cock my beauty, she's no doubt wishing it could spurt for her.' Trent's eyes met Edith's as he reached the huge bell-end and worked his tongue around the messy flange, the smile she gave showed him her pleasure at his humiliation was as fulfilling as it was for the other two. Beatrice watched in cruel triumph as another male was put firmly in his place under her dominance as his tongue caressed the bulbous end. 'Suck that cock! Suck it hard! Show us how you acknowledge its superiority over your pathetic penis!' Trent's own cock boned as hard as the phallus on hearing the derisory laughter from all three as his lips slipped over the bell, gagging as Alice pressed his head forward to consume it in his gaping mouth and increasing his divine humiliation. Alice's cunt tingled with spite, and she was determined he'd savour every moment of his exposure as the dominated male he'd become. She stroked his balls with her cane. 'Look up at Mistress Beatrice and show your humility as you suck on the cock that fucked your Mistress as you could never hope to.' Beatrice's cunt glowed with fresh arousal while her ego was massaged along with her clitoris, Trent's eyes looking up at her deep in submission as he knelt, effeminised and sucking at the cock which played against her sex with a gentle motion. Trent had indulged in many fantasies before his being owned by Edith, but could never have dreamed of the crushing humiliation that the pose he now lived through brought him. He wanted to spend more than ever as the two women enjoyed seeing him put firmly down, leashed and sucking obediently on the huge cock, his own Mistress showing her delight at his shame. Beatrice eased the cock from his mouth and unstrapped it, laying it on the floor before the bed so that its rude symbolism remained in his sight to tease him with its work, Edith laying back on the bed and meekly playing with her cunt as she watched the dominant woman strut to the cabinet nonchalantly to retrieve another instrument. Alice pushed Trent forward on the rug he knelt on, and had him lay forward with his cock throbbing below his body. She took the leash and bound it about his wrists, the tension ensuring he lifted his head to relieve the discomfort of the position of his arms behind his back. She grinned with spite and placed her boot on his buttocks, the heel probing at his anus and making him squirm, stimulating his cock as she posed victoriously with her cane. 'Now you'll witness true pleasure, and you'll play your own insignificant part in achieving the ecstasy of women.' Trent's cock pulsed under him, his balls tight and tingling with submissive pleasure, lying defeated under the boot of a severe woman, he yearned to know her cane as he tested the token bondage of the leash. Beatrice strutted back to the bed, and rubbed at her clitoris as she stood and showed Edith a huge curved and double ended dildo, the bell-ends were carved delicate female fists, clenched in a pose which emulated feminine power. 'Oh yes my beauty, we'll ride the goddess together, but you know what's required to earn that pleasure.' She mounted the bed mid way, and turned her rear at an angle to the prone trent, careful to make sure he saw all. She spread her cheeks and Trent's cock thrust at the rug as he saw his Mistress eagerly move to place her face between the more than ample cheeks and sniff longingly at the highly scented pucker, then lick and probe longingly. Beatrice's cunt was expressed proudly below it, bulging and wet as her supremacy was confirmed. She arched her back in regal splendour and looked back at Trent, her face a picture of satisfied and indomitable feminine superiority as Edith's tongue probed, her cunt tingling with submission to her Mistress. 'Oooh yes... probe deep my beauty, show your pathetic girl that though you may own her, I will always own you, my sweet flower.' Edith showed a little disappointment as Beatrice pulled her arse away, but was soon comforted by the commanding embrace of her Mistress, her soft gasps exciting Trent as one end of the Goddess was squeezed into the wet inviting folds of her cunt, and Beatrice then letting out a deep sigh of her own as her cunt greedily accepted its connecting partner. Trent's cock boned hard as his vision of the writhing female flesh was interrupted by the sharp and intimidating cut of the cane through the air. Alice drew the flexible punisher through the hot wet cleft of her cunt, and further stimulated Trent by rubbing it under his nose; just the scent alone bringing his balls close to spending. 'Now you'll play your part, and award me some true pleasure in doing so.' Trent tensed as the sound of the descending cane kept his cock rigid, and gasped in pain as the cane impacted his cheeks, Alice holding it firm and savouring both his writhing pain, and the stimulation it offered both her and the dominant women who writhed on the bed. Trent's eyes and ears could not fail to notice the surge of pleasure experienced by the women while their wet cunts stretched and slipped on the Goddess, as the sound of a male being caned played in their ears; his impotence in the physical act was truly invigorating to both, and hearing him caned as they indulged brought on a special pleasure indeed. Alice teased all three, and indulged her own spite, by being frugal with the strokes at first, ensuring Trent knew the glow and lasting sting of each application, checking the growing excitement of her Mistress and Edith, before awarding him the full venom of the spite she held for all males. Trent's bleary eyes switched focus between the erotic vision of the two females, their soft limbs intertwining and giving him superb glances of their wet cunts thrusting to consume their share of the Goddess, and the enormous phallus which he had been made to suck, the humiliation he felt so strong and enjoyable as he was further humiliated under the cane. Alice's cunt swelled with conceit at her expertise with the rod on seeing him buck urgently and moan in unison with those emitted by the women, all three were ready and she'd be the true Mistress of them all at that point. Beatrice and Edith kissed and squeezed their breasts together, pulling each other tight on the maximum the Goddess offered with Beatrice's leg firmly behind Edith's soft buttocks. They erupted into a delicious climax at the sound of a salvo of rapid cane strokes being awarded the unneeded and insignificant male, their combined orgasm enriched at the sound which confirmed his misery. Alice's pleasure was close to complete as she thrashed the male now, watching his arse rise and fall to greet the cane as he humped at the rug uncontrollably, ready to show his absolute surrender to her dominance, the thrill of victory making her strokes relentless. Trent was more than aware of her victory as his balls unleashed their seed in a torrent of submissive ecstasy, the two women, smiling mid orgasm as they watched him waste himself under the cane, his own shame draining his balls under the cane. Alice could wait no longer, she dropped the cane when he ceased writhing, and turned him over to descend on his face. Trent spluttered and gasped at what air he could find, between the travels of her wet cunt across his mouth and nose, nearly passing out as she moaned in ecstasy and pulled his face tight into her cunt as she orgasmed, reward indeed for her efforts. Alice bore a look of absolute nonchalance as Trent emerged from the wash room in his drab grey suit, and Beatrice pecked Edith on the cheek as they said their goodbyes, as though they had simply had tea together. 'So nice to see you again my dear, please let's not leave it so long till the next time.' Edith, lifted her nose primly as they left and turned to Trent as they stepped down to the street, a cruel smile on her face as her full assertion returned, given the company she was now in. 'Bare it in mind that if you ever pass through that door again, it'll be that I've tired of you, and you'll not leave the house with your balls. You may see Mistress Beatrice again, but not in her own domain; as you've seen, males are surplus to her requirements.' Edith grinned at his eagerness to put distance between himself and the house. 'Patience pet, half a step behind me at all times.'