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Bird of Prey Ch. 01

By: Sputnik57



A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity.

Elaine's elegant long legs and pert rounded ass was accentuated delightfully by the tight white jodhpurs she wore; she whipped her thigh with her riding crop as she barked commands at the riders; she took extra pleasure in berating males; she often arranged extra private lessons for them, where she took great pleasure in humiliating them at every opportunity. Those males that left following those lessons were of no use to her, those that stayed had a good chance of reinforcing her acquaintance in another role.

In an outhouse behind her, a male watched her movements intently through a crack in a frosted window, his jodhpurs about his ankles with his underwear. He stroked his rigid cock as he lusted after the assertive redhead, watching her tight bottom and her whips of the crop as he stroked in growing pleasure. He, like many males before him and many who would follow, dreamed of being on his knees to this perfect woman, to be allowed to lick her sweaty asshole after a good beating with that crop. He half closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in sheer ecstasy, as his cock shot wads of come onto the wall below the window; his plentiful seed rolling down the plasterwork as his knees trembled, his balls spending over and over as he spurted in honour of the magnificent woman.

Today's lessons over, she left the centre in her car and headed home; she knew her husband would be waiting for her, he'd had no option. She slowly ascended the stairs to the spare room at the top of the house, a broad sneer on her face as she went. She opened the door, and sure enough there he was, just as she'd left him; ball gagged, and bound with leather bridlery, body and legs. His cock cage was by the side of the bed where she'd left it; pictures of her with whips and crops looked down at him from the headboard. He was only allowed out of his cage once a month and he cowered as she turned him over in the bed to inspect the sheets. Abundant streaks of jetted semen were evident all over the central area of the bed; bronze satin sheets were not the best colour to hide semen stains. She tutted as she flexed her crop.

"I do hope you had good release whilst your cage was off, but you've messed on my sheets and you know that's strictly forbidden. You know the routine; I shall now thrash you with my crop, I'll remove your gag when you've stopped whining and you'll lick my pussy and asshole before I cage you again." She chuckled sarcastically as she rolled him back face-down in his own mess for punishment.

"It seems you'll never learn. You've been extra disgraceful this time; I'm going to instruct the maid to cane you after each meal this week. I'm having several men here for special lessons this week; I shall leave your door open so's you can hear I'm not lonely. You are so selfish staying in this room all the time!" She laughed as she began to mercilessly thrash the bound male with her crop; he whined and whinged through the ball-gag, which stopped him wailing in agony and upsetting the neighbours. She smiled victoriously as she saw him judder and convulse after about twenty strokes; he had come whilst being punished, this was no surprise, he always did.

After his whining had died down she removed his gag and straddled his face, riding boots still on. She undid her jodhpurs and rolled them and her panties down to her knees. Her hapless husband's cock roe again as he took in the glorious scent and sight before him; her milky white globular ass, the sticky pucker pulsing as it anticipated a tonguing, ands silky white shaven pussy which was puffed with excitement; a small red blaze of hair above her engorged clitoris. He bucked impatiently as she sat back; his nose in the glorious tang of her sweaty asshole, his tongue lapping wildly as her moist and aroused slit. She teased his stiffening cock with her crop as she rode his face like a jockey to a satisfying orgasm. As she moaned, the slapping of her crop on his bell-end had him jet in glorious submission once more. She grunted with deep satisfaction as his tortured cock spunked for all it's worth all over her black leather crop; inflicting cruelty and humiliation made her come like nothing else on Earth, and her husband would know endless portions of both.

She had seemed so innocent when he married her, though it had always been apparent that she had a deep fetish for female domination; what started as a game to be played in bed once a week, went to every night, and then to every moment of the day. Without realising it she had taken control of his life, and he had willingly accepted utter defeat. She had had him sign over all his assets to her, she took over his business, the house was now in her name and his bonds and benefits went straight into a joint bank account which he never saw a penny of. He lay there in the spare room of his own house and listened to her entertain and take control of some males, whilst being fucked for sheer pleasure by others. She brought female friends home who were allowed to whip him and parade him round the garden on all fours like a dog; this was one of the few occasions when he was allowed to leave the room.

As she pulled her jodhpurs back up and re-applied his gag, Maria, the little eastern maid came up the stairs, smiling with pleasure as she too viewed the sheets.

"Oh, you wicked man! Shall he know the cane mistress?." Elaine smiled with pleasure as she picked his cage from beside the bed.

"Oh yes- before and after every meal- would you like to do that for me?" The wicked and purely feminist maid was delighted with the task.

"Ha ha! I shall enjoy this very much; I do so love to see him spurt when caged; I'll not need to milk his prostate if he's having the cane all week, he'll mange it on his own!" The two then gleefully poked his cock back into the cage and it was padlocked for a month. Maria smiled broadly as Elaine took herself off for a relaxing shower.

"Time for tea! And your first caning!" Elaine smiled with satisfaction as she heard the cane cutting the air, even from within the warm confines of the shower.

Bird of Prey Ch. 02



The redhead dabbed and powdered herself dry, smiling as she listened to the moans of her captive, and totally broken, shell of a husband as he got over his pre-meal caning. Punishing him alone had tired her out and she was so grateful to have found Maria. The Eastern maid had a spiteful energy which was unrelenting, and she applied her natural dominance over males with a relish and vigour which amazed even Elaine. She often accompanied her employer to social events as a perk of the job; her 'Eastern Promise' and natural wicked assertiveness made her very popular with the submissive males targeted by Elaine; many a suitor had been lucky enough to have found himself being disciplined by the hot redhead and the wispy Eastern she-devil at the same time; a situation which could only end in utter defeat for any male, in the most exquisite fashion. Both thoroughly enjoyed breaking men; especially those who had material wealth to offer.

Elaine checked her various bank accounts on line and smiled to herself; she was comfortably off, the equestrian business she had 'acquired' was bringing in much more now than its previous owner could ever have dreamed of. This was due to Elaine herself being an attraction there, and it brought in so many opportunities on the side with those willing patrons. The previous male proprietor had found himself signing everything over to Elaine, much as her husband had, and had then found himself in turn sold off to a friend of hers; 'stabled' and kept as a submissive pet, his life changed forever.

Elaine's absolute control and domination of him had acted like a drug; his own submission becoming an addiction; the act of being simply passed on to another dominant woman when Elaine had tired of him, like one of the horses he formerly owned; his purpose served in having relinquished all his worldly goods to her, had become a powerfully erotic thrill for him. Elaine and his new owner ensuring he was present at all discussions, to have his worthlessness confirmed, completing his total humiliation as the smiling women did business. Elaine's thrill had been sublime as she passed him on, ensuring he was fully reminded that she had defeated him, owned him, taken everything from him, and now sold her actual ownership of him to another woman. The utterly destroyed and broken male had been made to masturbate at her feet as a parting gesture by his new owner; he did so willingly.

Elaine picked up the phone; her blood was up having heard the moans of her husband's torment, a fresh pair of jodhpurs and accompanying riding crop displayed across a chair, sparked her wicked desires.

"Hello Gordon...Yes it's me, you are not dreaming, come to the lodge at the equestrian centre at six o'clock... I've decided to allow you special lessons." Elaine ventured up the stairs to let Maria know of her whereabouts, and was greeted by the sneering maid who had gagged her whimpering husband with her panties in preparation for his post-meal caning. She stood flexing the cane menacingly as the now tightly bound male writhed in submissive expectation.

"I do so hate the fuss he makes at times; sometimes I like to hear him yelp as the cane bites, as confirmation that I have applied it sufficiently, but I enjoyed that pre-meal; I shall just concentrate on maximum physical effort with the next thirty strokes. I shall un-gag him and allow him to lick my pussy afterwards if madam is OK with that?" Maria had no need to ask; she knew exactly what the answer would be, but the dialogue was purely for the male's benefit.

"Why of course Maria, you must use him for your slightest whim; he's of no use to me whatsoever, I only allow him to stay here because it amuses our guests. I am going to go and have sex with another man now, and then show him the error of his ways." She lifted her head haughtily as she strutted down the stairs, crop under her arm; the smiling Maria allowing her wretched husband to watch his wife's delectable ass tight in white jodhpurs, walk away to be fucked and then take control of yet another man. His cock stiffened in the confines of his cage as he pondered his predicament, and now lusted for a thrashing and the sweet taste of the maid's womanhood he had been promised.

Elaine smiled with deep satisfaction as her ears witnessed the first three venomous applications of the maid's delicious rattan before she left through the front door to take command of another male.

Gordon Smith fumbled awkwardly behind the wheel of his Jaguar outside the lodge; it was now five past six and she was not here. Had she been teasing? Had it really been HER? Why the lodge and not the stables? Could his erotic thoughts about her be true? He broke into a cold sweat as the elegant gull-wing Mercedes pulled up in front of the lodge and Elaine stepped out in full riding paraphernalia; his cock stiffened immediately, there was no doubt whatsoever that this was an exquisitely dominant woman. He got out of his car as she unlocked the lodge door. She turned as he approached and sneered at him.

"You're late Gordon; how can you possibly hope to control and discipline a horse when you are in need of it yourself? We shall have to change that." Gordon bumbled and fought for words , Elaine smiled and her pussy buzzed with anticipation at the silence. Gordon knew he had been waiting at the Lodge since a quarter to six, but had not had the courage, or inclination to question this vividly assertive woman. Elaine knew this also; she would make him hers in no time at all.

Gordon was divorced from his wife for many years and had no children; he owned a large golfing store which was very popular amongst the upper and middle class inhabitants of the surrounding area. He was also part owner of the local golf club; this masculine dominated institution would prove to be a great challenge to Elaine, but it spurred her on all the more; her pussy bulged with pleasure at the thought of becoming the first female board member, whether the other males liked it or not. She sincerely hoped they would not like it; her intention was to destroy them one-by-one. She would make Saturdays a 'Men only day' ; women would be free to frequent the course undisturbed on all other occasions; she would advertise this through her circle of female dominated businesses, the staid and under-used golf club would become a haven for women golfers from far and wide, increasing her fortune.

Gordon's cock dribbled as he watched the deliberate steps of the magnificent redhead as she ascended the stairs; he yearned to be on his knees to this woman, but still thought he could be of no interest to her, after all, it was well known she was married, though no-one ever saw her husband. She stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs as if sensing his imagination. He almost leaned forward to sniff the crack of her bulging and inviting rear; she swished her crop a little before moving on, Gordon thought long and hard to retain that glorious vision for later; he promised himself he would enjoy masturbating to that vision. Elaine had other plans; Gordon was already in her clutches as far as she was concerned and he would be granted relief which would ensure his entrapment, long before he returned to a home which would not be his in the foreseeable future.

Elaine took him to a strangely appointed room; one side was set out with comfortable leather furniture, and a large king-sized bed, the other side closer the window was set out like a school room with wooden chairs, and a full-size blackboard, which was presently almost completely covered by a curtain; only a slim gap with a few white on black lines betraying its identity. Elaine's crotch was hot for the task and she would waste no time; Gordon was an attractive male for his age; though middle-aged he was in good shape and would please several of her friends who liked to keep pets. She faced Gordon, legs slightly apart and crop in hand; her dominant stance seemed to take control of the very atmosphere of the room; Gordon almost smiled with pleasure, he had seen her at her most assertive at times, but she looked subliminal now, and he was alone with her. His cock pulsed as she swatted a desk with her crop.

"Sit there and aw shall discuss discipline and control." She then removed her riding jacket and motioned to Gordon to do the same. "You'll not need that today Gordon." She smiled wickedly making his balls and anus tingle with pleasure.

"Any 'practical' we do today will not involve horses; we have to ensure our own house is in order first, don't we?" Gordon's cock was rigid as she strutted before him; nipples prominent in her white blouse, her red hair and milky white skin resplendent in the light from the window.

"No Elaine..." She cut him short swiftly as she swiped the desk again with a loud crack.

"No MISTRESS Elaine!" She pointed the crop at him and he followed her command like the small child he really was inside. Could this really be happening? His cock dribbled as he savoured obeying the magnificently dominant woman before him, without hesitation.

"Yes Mistress Elaine." He squeaked in a broken, yet somehow satisfied tone. It was then that he noted the damp patch in the crotch of her jodhpurs; he knew now she was enjoying the situation, oh how he wanted her to take control of him. She smiled as she moved in for confirmation that he would go like a submissive lamb to the slaughter.

"Tell me what it is you truly wish to attain from lessons at the centre? Would you still be as interested if I let my husband run the centre? Or is it my 'leadership' that appeals to you." Elaine's pussy was alive and pulsing sweetly at having reached this stage so soon; she would have him leashed in no time; she was sure of it. Gordon was a little bewildered at having to betray his true feelings to her, but his submissive side was now in control of him, as much as she was. He desired the stern and commanding woman so much.

"I... I... would not have quite the interest Mistress; it is your 'leadership' which appeals to me, I find it so 'educating'." Elaine tingled all over with triumph as she moved to the board and swept one half of the curtain back, then stood dominantly, crop in both hands; flexing it menacingly as she looked deep into his eyes with a vicious sneer.

"Would this appeal to you?" If Gordon had had any doubts about this being some submissive fantasy from which he would suddenly awake, the drawing on the board confirmed the reality, and he would confirm without doubt to this magnificent woman exactly what she wanted to hear. Gordon was close to coming without the need to stroke his now aching cock; the picture on the board was a beautifully chalk-drawn depiction of a woman on a horse; so clearly Elaine, bare-breasted with jodhpurs, boots, and spurs. She held a leash, and on that leash, running naked behind her, cock stiff and erect was a male who might well be him. He gasped and swallowed hard before answering, and slid from the chair to his knees before answering.

"Yes Mistress Elaine... I wish that were me... I'd do anything for you." Elaine was herself now ready to come; her pussy bulged and tingled uncontrollably in the tight jodhpurs as the damp patch increased. She studied the kneeling male with controlling satisfaction; he was hers mentally, she would now have physical satisfaction. She so loved a new conquest.

As Gordon bowed his head, partly in shame, but mainly with relief, and anticipation of what may happen, Elaine sneered supremely as she whisked back the other half of the curtain to reveal a further depiction which would assist her delivering her coup-de-grace. She strutted past the kneeling male in superior fashion and now spoke in a softer tone; there was no need to assert herself now, Gordon had shown her his submission and must now pay for it; he could not retract the truth, not that he wanted to. She made him lift his head to face the board.

"And is that your desired position in life?" Gordon's balls pulled tight up against the base of his rigid cock, so close to ejaculating in disgrace as he viewed the second chalked mural. A male, harnessed and kneeling, a pony-tail hanging from a butt plug, cock rudely erect, hands bound behind his back, knelt before a supreme Elaine, standing dominantly over him with bull-whip; ready to break-in the male like a wayward stallion. Gordon heard her strut behind him to the bed; he was now in complete submission to her, or so he thought, and could not believe the position he was now in. He yearned to be dominated by her, but could not possibly have known how severe and permanent a lesson he would learn. He stared with a deeply erotic yearning at the bound slave as he urgently replied.

"Yes Mistress Elaine; that is my desired position in life." Elaine now called plainly to him, her pussy oozing impatiently, in sore need of satisfaction. "Come here to the bed and we shall begin your discipline, I shall allow you to confirm the beginning of your indenture to me with a little relief, before we start your training in earnest." Elaine smiled as Gordon turned and remained on all fours as he moved to her side at the bed; he would be so easy to dominate completely.

Gordon could barely stop himself from coming as she stood and peeled her jodhpurs off, and then placed her feet back in her leather boots; the scent of her arousal was like a drug to him, it was overpowering. She sat back on the bed and lifted her legs, showing the submissive male the glory of her excited womanhood and sticky asshole; he was now delirious with lust as he awaited the first command from his new mistress. Elaine made sure he watched as she slid a finger into the crevice in her engorged and slippery cunt and then had him lick it clean. 

"You may lick my asshole first, and if I am pleased with your progress I may allow you a taste of my womanhood before you masturbate on my boots." She pulled his head toward the tangy sweaty aroma of her beautifully puckered and sticky anus; he moved forward without hesitation and lapped lovingly at her savoury taste, his cock dribbling pre-cum. Elaine fingered her pussy victoriously as she enjoyed the warmth of his submissive tongue. She smiled with deep satisfaction as she thought of the golfing business she would shortly inherit; her orgasm this evening would be most enjoyable.



Bird of Prey Ch. 03



Elaine watched, hands on hips with a sneering look of contempt on the outside, and a deep sense of satisfaction on the inside, as Gordon moaned with pleasure as he gratefully jetted his load of hot semen onto the dominant woman's riding boots. His back and ass cheeks striped red with punishment from his new mistress, gyrated back and forth as he emptied his balls in complete submission to the superior redhead. He was willing to give her everything, and he shortly would; like many other men before, she would own him completely within a matter of weeks, thoroughly enjoying breaking him and stripping him of all his assets, before disposing of him to one of her friends. She whipped him with her crop again as the last drops of semen dribbled from his cock.

"Now lick those boots clean!" Her pussy was ready for licking again as she watched the defeated cur willingly lick his own white streaks of semen from her black leather boots; she was a ruthlessly assertive woman and got extreme pleasure from having complete control over males. Her phone rang, which spoiled her mood on the one hand, yet enhanced it in another way; answering it showed her utter contempt for the actions of the male, and on seeing it was one of those friends to whom she would oft dispose of males to, her pussy tingled all the more.

"Hello Lana?... yes... more prospective equestrian interest? Funnily enough I have one at my feet at the moment; he's doing a good job of polishing my boots with his tongue, having applied his own special lotion. He's already offered me honorary membership of Maiden Downs Golf Club, he's on the board there you know... yes I'm sure he'd be delighted to offer you honorary membership too, we both know the club needs more women.." Gordon's anus tingled as he listened; he knew he'd face the wrath of Aubrey Fox-Janner, the chairman; He hated having women at his golf club. 

"Yes Lana that would be splendid... I'll bring him with me and he can polish your boots too." She clicked off the call and sneered down at Gordon.

"Today is your lucky day; you shall meet a friend of mine; no time to dress, wrap that bed sheet around you and we'll go in my car." Gordon did as he was told and sheepishly followed the smiling dominatrix down the stairs to her car. She so enjoyed simple humiliations such as this; Gordon's erection which had grown again during the phone call, now waned a little as he stumbled barefoot in the gravel, the cool wind blowing straight through the thin sheet and reminding him he was naked. What if the car was in an accident? What if the car was stopped by the police? These possibilities tempered his erection temporarily, but his ardour and his erection soon strengthened again as the superbly dominant redhead lifted the gull wing door and pointed to the seat. 

"Get in there now, before I thrash you here in the drive." Gordon did as he was told. His cock remained almost permanently erect like a second gearstick as he sat next to the sneering Elaine. He was in a sweat on several occasions as she purposely drove the Mercedes recklessly; Gordon cringed as she cut up people at junctions and overtook at twice the speed limit. Her pussy buzzed the more he cringed; he was like putty in her hands and she would enjoy breaking him. At last she drove into the drive of a large detached house; Gordon was relieved to see a tarmacked drive. The dominant redhead grinned wickedly at Gordon.

"You will now go and ring the bell; when my friend answers the door, you will kneel and address her as Mistress Lana and you will announce that you have come to lick her asshole." Gordon hesitated a little; he'd not even SEEN this woman after all. Elaine squinted her eyes viciously and pointed her crop at him.

"Do it now or I'll take you naked to the road outside and thrash you in full view of whoever passes!" Gordon did not delay any further and the redhead laughed at him as she locked the car and he ascended the front steps. He froze for a moment as two people walked across the pavement at the entrance to the drive, but they did not look toward the house. He urgently rang the bell.

As the door swung open, he did not fluff his lines and his balls tingled, as a woman with jet-black hair in tight black latex, camel-toe and nipples prominent, looking like a plump and mature Bettie Page, looked at him with a wry smile as she flexed a bullwhip. She sniggered contemptuously as he knelt before her. His sense of humiliation was sublime as he remained on his knees before this powerful woman; he knew from that moment on the he would be doomed in one way or another; his submission was like a narcotic, he would become addicted and do anything and be dominated completely. Madeline's huge camel-toe glistened and shone in the latex as he knelt before her in utter defeat.

"Mistress Lana, I have come to lick your asshole." The delectably buxom woman sneered with pleasure as Elaine laughed with contempt on her way to the door.

"Oh Lana, I see you are ready for a new boy!" The magnificently dominant looking woman quivered her whip a little and looked down at the cowering male.

"Oh yes, I shall have my asshole licked and then we'll have a little discussion about the golfing business." Gordon stayed where he was, though conscious of people passing the drive entrance, he dared not move till instructed. As Elaine came up the steps, smiling contentedly, Lana rubbed the cleft of her camel-toe through the latex as she studied the male who would shortly be licking her sticky asshole.

Elaine grabbed the sheet, leaving him naked in the open air, on the doorstep. The goose-bumps covered his body as he nearly came to his senses; he was Gordon Smith, a businessman respected in the local community and he was on his knees naked before two women. He soon forgot about who he was, or had been, and he lapsed back into a submissive trance when Lana snaked her delicious leather whip loosely across his naked back, laughing contemptuously.

"You may enter my house now, remain on all fours; my asshole is in need of some immediate attention." He watched the superb, bulbous latex clad ass, quiver and move before him as Lana strutted into her lair with the dominating whip trailing behind her. The luscious and assertive redhead who had captured him, giggled with delight as she closed the door behind them.

Gordon Smith sniffed at the overpowering feminine essences that scented the house, fuelling further his journey to absolute submission. His cock was rigid and his asshole tingled with fear and anticipation; he had been Gordon Smith the businessman; he now knew he would be processed by businesswomen whom he yearned to submit to completely.



Bird of Prey Ch. 04



Too late did Gordon Smith realise his admission of submissiveness to the glorious redheaded goddess was permanent and possibly fatal. He now knew he was trapped and doomed to a life of servitude to the feminine gender. He was led naked through Lana's luxurious house to a patio at the rear. He was made to kneel and face the secluded garden area, and his heart was in his mouth and his cock rigid with fear and anticipation as he viewed an ominous looking post, set with nasty looking shackles, in the middle of the lawn. Lana sneered with pleasure as she saw his face whilst peeling the latex from her sumptuous ass-cheeks.

"Oh, I forgot to mention; after you've licked my asshole, we'll see how you take the whip before we discuss your golfing business. I find it helps loosen the tongue and help us come to agreements in our favour, so much quicker." The two women smiled wickedly as he went white, and Mistress Elaine Calder took great pride in leading the frightened cur to her friend's huge and eager asshole, before poor Gordon could bleat for mercy. Lana knelt on a padded bench, her feet slightly apart; her huge round ass cheeks ready to dominate the male who would then be whipped to absolute submission.

Elaine loved to watch Lana whip males; she also loved the way she ensured they were left in no doubt that they would be whipped, they would know pain, and they would give her whatever she wanted. Elaine often brought the more 'difficult' of her male clients here; hard-nosed businessmen and people with jobs high up in the public sector, Gordon was not in this league, but Elaine's sadistic streak needed sating. She had not seen her friend wield her graceful whip for a while, and wanted to see a male suffer, just for sheer pleasure. Her pussy tingled delightfully as she saw the fear in Gordon as his face was pulled toward the more inviting task of Lana's bulbous ass.

Lana had placed herself so that she and her victim could view the waiting post; though most of his view would be blotted out by her huge ass cheeks, she knew he could sample the delights of her hot sticky anus and see the post that he'd be broken on, whilst lapping her voluptuous asshole. The fierce and unforgiving looking whip was placed beside her across the top of the bench; in full view of the cur who would shortly receive it. Elaine thoroughly enjoyed the tease, and as Lana pulled her huge cheeks apart to accommodate the doomed servant, she helped calm the nerves of the fear-filled cur.

"If you are a good boy and take the whip well, we will allow you to masturbate after your first punishment... before you are whipped again" Gordon's cock rose as he sniffed at the heady and spicy whiff of the dominant woman's asshole. Lana flexed her anus expertly, squeezing his tongue as he probed and fought for breath; his nose clasped in her sweaty cheeks. Elaine was delighted to see tears trickle from the defeated male as he enjoyed his savoury treat and viewed the post and whip; his cock stiffened all the more as he now accepted his fate and began to wonder what the whip would feel like, as he eyed it continually across the curve of the dominant Lana's hips. Lana's pussy dripped as she relished whipping the cur who was servicing her asshole with such willingness; she was now ready to punish him.

"Time to face the post. I shall now break you; if you think you're submissive now, you'll be so pleased with the change in your own ego when we're done." Elaine sneered viciously and swiftly placed a lasso cord about his neck; he was now leashed and could not run, and Elaine's command over him increased, along with the bulge of her pussy.

Gordon was led meekly and almost willingly to the post; his eyes now transfixed on the vicious whip that Lana trailed, as she peeped back with a broad smile.  She had removed her latex top, to allow full freedom of movement of her upper body as she served punishment; punishment that Gordon had deserved just for being male. Lana stood ten yards beyond the pole as Elaine eagerly shackled gorgon tightly to it. Elaine was careful to ensure his cock was lifted upright against his belly; a leather pad on the pole ensuring it did not chafe as he squirmed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy under the whip. And squirm he would; he watched as Lana gave a display just for his benefit; his cock stiffened to rigidity and his balls and anus tingled in complete submission as Elaine made sure he was secure; he watched the delicious curves and breasts of the superbly dominant woman wobble as she delivered a vicious crack, and she then turned and strode toward her victim.

Gordon was close to messing at the pole as the plump dominant strode purposely toward him, naked and ready to punish; he could never have imagined when he arrived at the equestrian centre that he would end up being whipped by a naked amazon.

Elaine laughed as she saw the fear in his eyes, and began to toy with herself as Lana sneered with satisfaction at having ensured the male was well and truly aware of what was to happen. Her pussy was hot and bulging with arousal as she relished the first lash. The women would be the new proprietors of a golfing business very shortly, and the first step in taking over Maiden Downs Golf club would be complete. Lana would now thrash the male to complete submission.

Lana circled the male once more with the vicious whip trailing, as Gordon struggled against the tight bonds which would ensure he could not drop and avoid the lash. His cock pulsed as Elaine also came into view; she was now completely naked too. The women wanted to express their feminine dominance in the extreme; he would be whipped by a naked woman, whilst a naked woman observed and enjoyed his punishment. Elaine stood dominantly and nursed her clit as Lana prepared the whip. At the first whooping noise of the vicious leather whip, Gordon lost control of his bladder and pissed himself. This delighted the women and they laughed as the hot urine ran down his legs, adding exquisitely to his humiliation; the sound was just Lana preparing her punisher.

Elaine's expression changed and she rubbed her pussy in earnest as Lana flexed the whip, ready for its first real delivery. Gordon quailed with fear as he heard the arriving lash split the air; he knew he would now know pain. He screamed like a girl as the wicked leather striped his buttocks for the first time; Lana curled the whip deliciously again and again; expertly causing Gordon agonising pain without causing too much tissue damage. Both women smiled with deep satisfaction throughout the first session of punishment; another male now truly knew his place amongst women as he was broken at the whipping post. Gordon wept like a small child as the lash cut him again and again, yet his cock remained rigid and he yearned to come. He lost all sense of shame and was immersed in a sense of complete and utter submission to the women as the leather teased any remaining masculine ego from him. Elaine moaned with a satisfying orgasm, bringing a broad smile from Lana, who gratefully delivered the final lash from her now tired arm. 

Gordon wept in submission, his back and ass throbbing with pain as the two smiling dommes unshackled him.  A voice behind them announced a new arrival.

"Have I missed the punishment? Damn! I brought the paperwork for signing; didn't take long to find the shop's details, lease arrangements etc." Gordon was turned from the pole to see a shapely blonde middle-aged woman in pencil skirted business dress, hair in a bun, glasses. She smirked at his erect cock as the women pushed him to his knees.

"I see he's enjoyed his punishment; is he ready to sign yet?" Lana smiled.

"Oh he'll sign, Penny my dear, but he'll have another whipping for good measure before he signs. He's going to be allowed relief first; would you like tour asshole licked?"



Bird of Prey Ch. 05



Gordon watched the pencil-skirted Penny strut into the house with her attaché case, drop this into a chair and strip. She smiled broadly as she returned across the lawn, naked, as though this were routine. Gordon's back stung like hell but his cock rose as even the scent of the three naked women took control of him now. The assertive blonde smiled down at the leashed and punished Gordon.

"Oh I do so love to have my asshole licked by a male who is about to whipped to submission. You'll feel so much better after you've signed everything over; you won't have a thing to worry about, and the shop-girls at the golf store have said they'll be delighted to see you in your new role' The three women laughed knowingly as Penny turned and spread her wobbly mature cheeks. A third dominant woman would now have her asshole licked. As Gordon took in the delicious scent and taste of Penny's hot anus, he could also taste the excitement of her womanhood, which was aroused in anticipation of seeing him whipped. He thought of how he'd been pompous and strict with the shop-girls and wondered what the three dommes had arranged for him; their laughter at Penny's announcement spoke volumes.

His cock stiffened as he began to enjoy the predicament he was in. Lana sneered as she watched the leashed and kneeling male's cock bob as he serviced her friend's asshole. She draped the waiting whip across his back.

"We'll see you masturbate now; I want you to thoroughly enjoy the taste of the whip after you've spent; we'll have total submission from you without you having too much enjoyment. Then you'll sign your life away to us; we own you now." The women sneered as Gordon wasted no time in grabbing his cock; he thought of the whipping, the girls at the shop, Elaine, Lana the delicious smell and taste of Penny's asshole, and his complete submission. He came in no time at all; Elaine and Lana laughing contemptuously at him as he shot wads of hot semen, he was ready to be whipped again. Penny giggled as his tongue probed to its full extent up her hot moist asshole, and she felt his hot semen trickle down her calves. Penny took the whip from Lana and trailed it between her legs as Gordon was made to lick his mess from her calves and ankles; she was nicely aroused now and enjoyed the feel of the whip as the defeated male, enjoyed the humiliation of licking her legs clean. She too would enjoy masturbating, as she watched him whipped. Elaine tugged anxiously at his leash when he'd licked away his semen; she was keen to see him whipped and the paperwork signed, for she had his next glorious humiliation in mind.

Gordon went almost eagerly to the post for the second time; Penny sat within his eyesight so that he may see her get the full enjoyment from seeing him flayed. She sat on a bench and brought her legs up, displaying her mature and needy cunt, which she openly nursed with her fingers as Elaine made sure his bonds were wickedly tight as he was strapped to the pole. Lana brought Penny's panties from the lounge.

"Here; you can sniff the pussy that's being pleasured whilst I enjoy punishing you." Gordon's recently spent and flaccid cock was already beginning to stiffen again as the smiling women arranged the gusset of the panties across his nose, allowing him to sample the excitement Penny's pussy had experienced on her drive to see a whipping; his whipping. Gordon now yearned for the whip, and was not disappointed as Lana expertly teased his flesh with the leather demon. Penny moaned with pleasure after seeing him lashed mercilessly at least 5 times; she pointed her toes in ecstasy as Gordon wept and snorted through her gusset; the pain and pleasure of being thrashed by a naked woman expressed in his face and cries exquisitely. Stinging, bloodied and broken, the whimpering Gordon was released from the pole, and taken on his leash on all fours to the lounge by the three women who had broken him. He was told to sign about seven documents and did so without hesitation, not attempting to read anything; he knew his old life was over. Lana and Penny sat cross-legged in the leather chairs; their nipples hard and erect with the excitement at becoming co-owners of a new business with Elaine. Elaine remained standing; her pussy buzzed excitedly as she relished her next humiliation of the kneeling and beaten male.

"We're going to take you for a nice shower now. When we come downstairs, we'll dress and take a visit to our new shop." She smiled wickedly as she pulled something made of black satin and white lace from a bag.

"You'll be wearing this Gordon; it's to help you know your new role at the shop." The women laughed as they relished his humiliation and Gordon's cock made a valiant attempt to rise as he was shown a pretty maid's outfit. He was shown no quarter in the wet-room as the women enjoyed dousing his flesh wounds with carbolic soap as he knelt squirming with the stinging pain. He remained leashed and his cock was erect and firm as he was made to soap and tend the three women who now owned him. Elaine smiled triumphantly as Gordon applied the body gel to her pussy and asshole; she kicked his balls as he did so, just for good measure. After towelling them dry and kneeling in waiting as they applied a little make-up, he was taken to the lounge once more. Elaine had something else to show him. Elaine sneered with sublime contentment as Gordon was shown a cock cage and butt plug. The women's pussies tingled as they viewed the look of horror on Gordon's face; he would now only know the pleasure of relief as and when they allowed it. This gave them a bitchy thrill which was as good as any other; Gordon was owned by them and his cock was now theirs completely too. Despite Gordon's horror, his cock remained stiff; this delighted the women further. Elaine smiled with satisfaction.

"Of course, your cock won't go in there while you're excited; we'll have your maid's dress on first, and then we'll watch you masturbate whilst wearing it...Oh, and you'll watch too." The women smiled contentedly as Elaine strutted to a corner and wheeled a full length mirror over to where Gordon knelt; he would have the pleasure of seeing himself in a maids dress, and would watch himself masturbate as the dominant women stood over him in their business attire. The women giggled as Gordon was fitted out in the frilly maids dress; a pair of rubber panties waited with the cage and plug, whilst Gordon's cock was brought down to size. The women were delighted with his look of shame as he viewed himself in the mirror and looked at the smiling women standing behind him; there was no going back now. Elaine sniggered, being careful to ensure he could see the cage in her hand which would imprison his cock.

"Don't you dare mess on your new dress; you shall have a caning if you do. You will now masturbate." The women laughed as they watched him stroke his cock in shame as he viewed himself dressed as a maid and wondered how the plug would feel; the women were in complete control of him now. Lana sneered down at him as he stroked.

"Come now, hurry up, we want to see you cream and have your cock caged immediately." Penny draped the whip over his shoulder; he grunted in pure submission as he saw himself feminised and witnessed the broad smiles of the women he'd given himself up to, and shot his meagre offering onto his sissy reflection, moaning with a defeated and owned pleasure as the women laughed and clapped their approval. His cock softened as his semen dribbled down the mirror which had witnessed his shame. Elaine deftly wiped his flaccid cock with a tissue, and had his balls looped and his cock in the cage in a trice. His anus tingled as the tiny padlock was snapped shut.

"Bend over boy!" Gordon did as he was told and his frilly skirt was lifted over his ass. Elaine took great pleasure in squeezing the plug into his tight anus as Gordon moaned at the discomfort; it felt like he was halfway through having a shit. The redhead was very pleased with the day's work so far.

"There! That will keep you permanently reminded that you are our property now; you'll learn to love the feeling." The women grinned as Gordon's caged cock and plugged anus were covered by the rubber panties, white ankle socks were put on him to complete the picture and he was led by the leash out to Penny's car; Lana taking a batch of rattan canes as she left. She eyed Gordon with some satisfaction as she saw him look nervously at the canes.

"The girls at the shop will require these; we'll have you experience feminine dominance at every level." Gordon thought about that dominance and his cock expanded as best it could in its confinement; the tiny bars squeezed at his bell-end, teasing it exquisitely. His asshole clenched and quivered at the plug as he squirmed in the rubber panties; the car was all too comfortable and the women smiled with satisfaction at him as he watched landmarks go by, the shop becoming ever closer. As he sat in his maids outfit, awaiting the shame of being seen this way by the girls he had lorded over at the shop, he began to enjoy the feeling of the plug and the cage; the scent of the women filled the car and he sat feminised and beaten. Elaine sensed he felt this way and tugged at his leash.

"You will enjoy your new role at the shop, so you'll still be involved with the business; you'll have so much fun serving the girls there now." Elaine smirked as he eyed the canes; his cock bulged in the cage and the plug ensured he knew his place. The car drew up at the rear of the shop and the smiling women unlocked the rear service door with the keys that were now theirs. The women led Gordon through to the rear staircase, and he was taken upstairs to the office which was once his, and made to kneel beside the desk. Elaine smiled down as she saw only one customer in the store at that time, he bought some golf balls and left. Penny rang the buzzer and waved from the window; Miss Angela Cartwright, a spinster of about 40, somewhat over plump and not overly attractive, smiled with glee as she saw her, and hurried her plump ass up the stairs, quickly followed by two younger assistants; Melanie Garner, 19 and very shapely, and Patricia Baines also 19 and also very shapely. The two younger girls had been given short shrift by Gordon, as they were always late; the new situation would make them somewhat more punctual as their jobs would be a little more interesting now someone else would do their more mundane tasks.

Gordon's cock bulged to bursting point in the cage as he heard a cough of the approaching woman and recognised it as Angela's; though he had always been stern with her, he had had many submissive fantasies about her, as the spinster was very bitchy with the younger girls He would now learn just how bitchy she could be. Angela and the two girls entered the office and immediately had a good laugh at Gordon. Elaine handed his leash to Angela. She tugged at it and her chubby face beamed with a satisfied sneer.

"Our new boss Penny has told us all about your 'other life' and how it has resulted in our good fortune; we've all been given a raise and I and the girls have been told we're to supervise you. I think we'll take you down to the toilets 'Smith'; remember how you used to chastise the girls about their slacking in cleaning duties? I think we'll have you make sure it's spotless! And I'm told you're to come home with me after we close; I have a few tasks in mind for you there- things I've often dreamed about" Angela's pussy bulged as she thought of the treats she'd award him and the two girls giggled hysterically as they watched their former employer, dressed as a maid and led away by the haughty Angela, after she and the girls had been handed wicked rattan canes by Lana. Elaine and the other women applauded as he was taken down; as she hung a key to his cage with the other shop keys, she reminded her about tomorrow.

"You be sure to tell me if he does not obey your commands to the letter, and remember to have him here at ten o'clock sharp; we're going to fetch some things from his house; he and I have an appointment at Maiden Downs tomorrow." Gordon's cock dribbled in the rubber panties as Angela whipped the air with her cane, her pussy was nicely aroused as she strutted toward the staff toilets keeping the leash tight. Gordon's ass tingled as he heard the bell to the shop door go as another customer entered, just as the two disappeared into the toilets. Angela had Gordon kneel before a toilet pan and stood above him. Her panties dropped to her ankles as she lifted her skirt and sat her chubby ass and thighs on the toilet seat, giving Gordon a full view of her pussy, which bulged as she pissed before his eyes and she sat flexing the cane.

"You don't know just how much of a dream come true this is for me; there is a good reason why I'm still a spinster. You see, I've never found a male obedient enough to suit my lifestyle, I've come close a few times, but they've always got scared and left. The ladies at the rubber club say I'm too good for any male to be associated with me permanently, and they've always been willing to allow me to use their husbands when they've earned a disciplinary. I do like those panties you're wearing; I have lots of items at home you'll be treated to. You may lick my pussy clean now." Gordon's cock was fit to burst from the cage as Angela edged her dripping pussy over the lip of the seat and he eagerly lapped at her salty and aroused pussy.

"I am going to give you such a caning when I get you home tonight; you've earned it over the years." 



Bird of Prey Ch. 06



Angela was nicely aroused as she took great pleasure at ordering the new maid about the store premises. The two younger assistants also took great pleasure in chiding the maid at every opportunity; neither of the two younger girls was quite sure just why it gave their pussies such a buzz, but they found they enjoyed it more and more, particularly Melanie, to whom Gordon had been particularly strict about her timekeeping etcetera. Elaine grinned with pleasure as she saw the growing enjoyment the girls were now experiencing; when Angela was enjoying a session with him, she took them to one side and showed them a few sites on the net that might assist them with their new hobby; both giggled spitefully as a domme was seen caning an adult male, Melanie's pussy moistened significantly. Elaine smiled with satisfaction as she sensed the pleasure the young girl obviously felt at seeing a male dominated; Gordon was certain to experience a new side to a girl he had treated as inferior. Gordon spent a great deal of time on his hands and knees in his tight but pretty maid's outfit, at the feet of the three women; though the humiliation was intense, especially when he was made to clean in the front of the store when customers were present, his cock was permanently erect as he now knew he was no more than a plaything to all women. He was looking forward to going home with Angela and having her dominate him; he was close to coming as he imagined what the chubby woman would look like, clad in a shiny rubber outfit.

Elaine, Lana and Penny strutted triumphantly about the store and were particularly helpful to female customers. As they watched the shop assistants boss their feminised former employer about, they toasted their new enterprise with a glass of champagne and sent an 'Under new management' advert to the local paper, announcing huge discounts for female golfers. Their next target was Maiden Downs Golf Club itself. Melanie and Patricia looked on with certain envy as Angela prepared to take Gordon home with her at the end of the day. She looked at them with a wry smile, which she also shared with her new employers.

"Don't worry, he'll be back tomorrow, we have all the time in the world to use him just as we please; you'll soon have your turn and plenty more after that. Our new maid is going to learn that variety is the spice of life, and I'm sure that our new employers will help you 'prepare' for your first sessions with him; you may just wish to punish him, you may feel he's entitled to a little more. She smiled down at the kneeling Gordon; her matter of fact tone taunting him deliciously. His cock stiffened as he recalled the whipping and wondered what lay ahead for him at Angela's and how the younger girls would chastise him; his moist bell end was teased by the tight satin panties he wore; he was now beginning to thoroughly enjoy being broken by the women.

His excitement increased as the haughty Angela led him from the store to her car and made sure he was sat prominently beside her in his frilly dress. She too, drove a little recklessly; ensuring attention was drawn to them; the strange maid being viewed with some curiosity, increasing Gordon's humiliation. Angela smiled with satisfaction as people smiled and laughed at the maid who was so obviously a man. Gordon's cock was close to shooting as he was led through the front door of Angela's house; he was then led straight up the stairs by his mistress for the night, who was anxious to exact a thorough caning as soon as possible, but she needed to be suitably attired first. Gordon was made to strip naked and kneel by the bed facing her fitted wardrobes which spanned the end of the room; he was treated to a strip tease and his cock bobbed as he admired Angela's plump and domineering form; she sneered with delight as her captive was treated to her now heavily soiled panties; she made him hold them in his teeth and his balls ached for relief as the glorious spicy scent of her mature cunt teased his nose. Angela posed naked and made sure she had his full attention as swept the wardrobe doors open. 

His cock was fit to burst as he witnessed her array of rubber outfits and instruments of punishment. He watched impatiently as she donned a tight rubber bodice, a slit at the crotch leaving her aroused pussy and sticky anus exposed. She smiled with devilish promise as she put each foot on the bed in turn and rolled tight rubber stockings up the length of her plump legs to the top of her ample thighs. Arm length gloves came next, and the outfit was completed with a tight black rubber balaclava; Gordon's cock pulsed with anticipation as he witnessed just her eyes and smiling red lips through the mask. She then chose a wicked looking cane and two thick bands of black rubber from her wardrobe as she ordered Gordon to sit on the edge of the bed. She had him put his feet through the smaller of the two tubular bands and released it to let it slap tight against his ankles, holding them firm. As she stood close, the delicious scent of her excited pussy now smelt stronger than the panties he held in his teeth. She had him place his arms down by his sides as she placed the larger rubber tube over his body, ringing his torso and holding his arms tight against his body. She smiled triumphantly as she pushed his now rubber-bound and captive body to the bed.

"You shall learn to enjoy being dominated in rubber little by little. I shall tease you with more and more as you begin to appreciate the lush feel of rubber against flesh; you have no choice in the matter, I intend to dominate you completely and enjoy you as part of my fetish. At first you will have the minimum to allow you just a taste of rubber, I will introduce to my friends and you will learn to enjoy full incarceration in rubber. Very soon, like me, you will not be able to live without it." Gordon squirmed in the tight rubber as Angela smiled down in triumph; the man who had ruled her for years was now completely at her mercy; she flexed and swished the cane to ensure he was fully aware of what was to happen. Her pussy bulged through the gap in the luxurious rubber as she pondered her good fortune which had arrived in triplicate; rubber, her divine and perpetual sense of dominance, and the complete surrender of a man who had once treated her with total indifference. He would now know such sweet and painful retribution.

Gordon heard the squeaking of her rubber outfit and then the wicked swoop of the cane, before tasting its biting venom. Gordon moaned on the panties now stuffed smartly into his mouth and squirmed on the bed in his rubber bondage; he would now thoroughly enjoy his just deserts in being thrashed for the first time by someone who he had thought was a plain and meek woman, a woman who would now demonstrate she was his mistress in no uncertain terms. His erection worked ecstatically against the silky sheets as his new owner worked the cane relentlessly; he groaned in agony and ecstasy as he surrendered his balls for the first of many occasions, Angela sneering with deep satisfaction as he messed; her wanton lust given licence to punish him further was now justified as he had soiled her sheets. She would ensure he knew pain. Gordon shot his plentiful semen with divine abandon as he dreamed of the rubber-clad mistresses promised by the superior woman who was now dominating him with relish.

Back at the store the younger girls were being wined and dined now the business was closed to the public; Elaine was delighted as both showed promising tendencies in respect of becoming independent women. As they drank, they were shown how they could demonstrate their new found wealth in their upgraded positions, and how treatment of Gordon and all other males should be meted out, as was their divine right as females. As the two girls delighted in being shown more internet sites by Lana, Elaine stared out at the setting sun through a window, and thought of her entry to Maiden Downs Golf Club in triumph; how Aubrey Fox-Janner would rue allowing the clause which gave the owner of the golf store an automatic position on the board. The clause was not gender specific; her pussy buzzed as she thought of taking her seat amongst the males. It would not be the last seat on the board which would see an exchange to the bottom of a member of the superior sex.

A sore and thoroughly chastised Gordon was deposited at the store by an extremely satisfied Angela who chided the former employer like a small schoolboy, just for good measure at every opportunity. She had gifted him with a pair of her rubber panties, to keep up his interest in what would inevitably come, now that she had co-command of his worthless existence with the other women. She took up her new position at the store as over manager, and intended to be as curt as she could with some of the more chauvinistic customers who regularly attended; their testosterone fuelled custom was no longer the bread and butter of the business, she smiled as she thought of friends who had always toyed with the idea of the 18 hole game.

Gordon's cock had been well used during the painful evening with Angela, but rose swiftly to attention when he saw the crisply dressed and stern looking Elaine; reminding him of the task ahead. His anus tingled as he thought of being party to breaking the news to the other all-male board members. Elaine snapped her fingers and pointed to a suit and shoes she had acquired from his home; she smiled with deep satisfaction as she saw his realisation that nothing belonged to him anymore, he dared show slight hesitation at the command and Lana commanded him with a triumphant sneer.

"The pole and whip will be happy to see you again if you do not do just as you are told, when you are told, and without question." The two laughed at the now small and broken male as he scurried to dress in the suit. Despite his reluctance Gordon sat in the rear of the car accompanied by the two stern and very smug females, his cock stiffened as he thought of the humiliation he was about to face. Whilst Penny drove, Elaine sat by him, not that he needed to be kept in check; he was well aware of his place now and the stern woman lifted her nose and sneered at the male who was about to give up his final possession to her, as they entered Maiden Downs; a satisfied smile covering her face.

"I hope you realise that your weakness has been instrumental in the downfall of the regime we are about to encounter; you can be justly proud of allowing this to happen. You will be of little use to us when this meeting is over, so you had better do just as your new employers at the store command, or you shall be disposed of." She and Penny sniggered with a curt pleasure as Gordon swallowed hard on hearing her words; his balls tingled as he pondered being 'disposed of' but he was sure that Angela would keep an interest in him. He could not know that Elaine intended to retain her stake in him too; she had many acquaintances with an equally cruel and dominant disposition that would enjoy humiliating him.

Aubrey Fox-Janner nearly swallowed the huge Havana he was sucking on, when Gordon entered the board room straddled by the two stern and primly dressed females. The two women smiled broadly over the strange silence which filled the room. Elaine prompted Gordon with a stern looked which did not go unnoticed by the other board members. The sheepish Gordon faced Fox-Janner and broke into a cold sweat.

"This is Madam Elaine Calder; she has taken over my golfing business and is here to claim her place on the board as per her right as the new owner of the business." Fox-Janner's face went scarlet as Gordon meekly ushered the confident woman to the vacant seat he had formerly occupied. Other members' cocks twitched as the supremely stern and confident woman sat and crossed her magnificent legs. Her glorious red hair blazing; as if to announce her absolute dominance. She looked at Gordon with utter contempt and snapped her fingers, pointing to the door.

"You're not needed anymore; Penny has some things she wishes you to attend to. Goodbye." Twitching cocks stiffened to erections as Gordon was seen to be owned completely by the women, walking meekly behind the strutting Penny, whose magnificent ass bulged in her tight business skirt; some members of the board were torn between wishing they were Gordon and wondering what this commanding redhead had in store. One by one they would give themselves up to her irresistible dominance.



Bird of Prey Ch. 07



Elaine's pussy tingled with excitement as she sat amongst her prospective victims and was not to be brow-beaten, she settled down in her new position with aplomb, despite the protestations of Fox-Janner. The other members viewed her nervously and with a certain interest; some knew of Gordon's particular interests in dominant women and had similar tendencies, their interest was very apparent within their underwear. In turn Elaine gently and casually eyed the other members as she adjusted her prim and confident form; she was expert at detecting those who would fall easily and had several targets marked already.

The dominant woman had balls tingling as she announced her natural authority in immediately forwarding a motion. She proposed the immediate allocation of new memberships via the golfing store clientele, and emphasised that this would be regardless of gender and would allow attendance on any day, as would be appropriate for the twenty-first century. Aubrey Fox-Janner was purple with rage.

"This is preposterous; we'll lose some of our most influential members if this goes ahead; women already have the freedom of the course on Saturday's." Elaine smirked and puffed out her breasts, reinforcing the identity and irresistible eventual dominance of her gender.

"Then this club will be all the better for the removal of people with such chauvinistic ideals; there are many influential women who will undoubtedly take their places." Fox-Janner lifted himself from his seat, to make himself look bigger; a reaction to the breasts which were already distracting many of his board members.

"I propose a show of hands; let's see just who would agree with it." There was much twitching amongst the members, some of whom fought to raise their arms in approval, such was their excitement at this redheaded vision, but the despotic Fox-Janner could influence their businesses which made them reluctant. Elaine swiftly selected a page from her paperwork which Penny had marked as important, pre-empting this situation. She stood and strutted round the table, showing her ample and shapely rear and black nylon-clad legs to good effect, as she passed the infuriated chairman a Maiden Downs Golf Club regulations sheet. She smiled and looked round at the members with a satisfied smile, making already stirring cocks stiffen nicely.

"The rules say that a secret ballot may be held if proposed by a board member." Cocks now stiffened to hardened erections as the dominant redhead made her move. The scent of her glorious femininity now had most of the board transfixed.

"I am a member and I DEMAND that we have a secret ballot." Relieved twitchers now smugly laid their arms to rest; these were already toying with seeing this magnificent woman on the quiet, in the hope of securing some favour; they had no idea that this would be completely on her terms, and would soon find themselves owned. Others still viewed her with a little contempt, but had a little admiration for her confidence, which pleased them in a strange way; they would soon realise what that pleasure was. A couple were already transfixed, having the tendencies that Gordon had, knowing him, and seeing him led around like that; they still foolishly believed that this could be some fanciful game, to be reversed at any point. Elaine would show those members that control was permanent.

Fox-Janner studied the paperwork he was already patently aware of, and reluctantly agreed, he had no choice. Elaine gave her ultimatum; she was not to be disappointed.

"I shall leave the room while you do just so." She picked a sheet of paper and wrote 'For', then folded it and left it in the centre of the table.

"I trust that those more human members will have the sense to write the same. I shall return after I have had a look round at the facilities I have now become a board member of" Even before Elaine had closed the door behind her, the room was in a tumult; she could hear Aubrey Fox-Janner above the rest.

"A woman! A bloody woman on my board! I shall see that Smith ruined!" He could not know that Gordon Smith was already relieved of any possible ruination; Elaine smirked with satisfaction as she thought of the feel of Gordon's tongue on her asshole and how he had submitted completely. Her pussy tingled sweetly as she thought of Fox-Janner's demise; it would be divine. As she stepped from the room a woman appeared from nowhere; petite and tired looking she grasped Elaine's hands.

"I think it's marvellous what you're doing; I'm Fox-Janner's housekeeper and I hate the bastard. His attitude is bad enough in general, but his attitude to women is deplorable; I have to do work here as well as at his monstrous house, and you should see the way he abuses the Au-pairs. Mind you, in reality, he's not 100% the domineering, all controlling male he sets himself up as; I've seen some of the kinky magazines he reads." Elaine grinned from ear to ear at this unforeseen gift and immediate ally; Fox-Janner's days in his present position looked to be numbered.

Elaine accompanied Mrs Gloria Trent around the premises; she was a woman who had become a widow at an early age and had been taken full advantage of by Fox-Janner who was her landlord. By the time the conversation was over, she had lost her tired look completely and drove home speedily in the battered hatchback car she had driven to the club so carefully, for fear of it breaking down; she could not believe the luck she'd had in meeting Elaine, who had advised her that her position in life was about to change forever. She went home to dress up for the meeting she'd been invited to at the Equestrian Centre.

Gordon was driven back to Penny's plush office where she picked up some paperwork that Gordon had to sign, the two women smiled wickedly as they told him it would be best if he signed them somewhere where they would be more comfortable, and so they drove back to Lana's house. No sooner had the car pulled into the drive when a near naked Eastern woman appeared at the door, cane in hand and beckoning the humiliated male indoors with a wagging finger. He obediently scuttled ahead as the impressively assertive Penny strutted behind him, smug at his total obedience. Gordon's cock rose as he noted Lana's Amazonian thighs and rounded buttocks in her business attire, his cock stiffened all the more as he neared the woman at the door. The see through black chiffon negligee she wore with the cane complimenting it exquisitely, had him wondering what was now in store. She strutted on black stilettos, which were the only other items she wore, into the room at the rear which gave a panoramic view of the garden, and the pole where he had been broken.

Gordon was astounded to see another male, naked but for a dog mask and dog-tail butt plug, leashed and on all fours; a dog bowl with water in it for his only refreshment. The Eastern lady gave the canine cur a stinging swipe of the cane which made a red line blush across his buttocks to accompany the mass of red lines which already existed there. Gordon's balls tingled with fear as he noticed the male's cock was cruelly caged. The smiling Penny introduced the couple.

"This is Maria, she is Elaine's home assistant and co-owner of the pet you see by the bowl. That is Elaine's ex-husband; they are still married in name, but he is of little use to her or anyone else. He is eternally thankful that Maria takes such interest in keeping him as a pet, of course, this is only because Elaine pays her to do so. You may kiss Maria's feet now." Gordon wasted no time in crouching and kissing the black stilettos as Maria sneered at him; he was already in awe of her. Lana pointed a cane at him and gave him a very stern look.

"Get those clothes off immediately, you have no use for those sort of outfits anymore; you'll sign these last documents and your life of complete servitude will begin. If you are lucky, you'll become a pet too." The women laughed as he eagerly stripped off; though apprehensive of what lay ahead, the idea of permanent bondage to a women, however humble had his cock rock hard. The women laughed all the more when they saw his meagre cock at full excitement. He was made to kneel and watch as Lana and Penny removed their skirts and panties; they both kicked their panties off their feet and asked Maria to watch; Lana pointed to the panties.

"Crawl over here and sniff our panties. I want you to tell us if you think we've been excited by your work today, and whether you have earned the privilege to lick our assholes." Maria cackled with joy as Gordon crawled like a worm to the feet of the dominant women; they stood with hands on hips in stern fashion, each clutching a cane which would be administered if the cur made the slightest wrong move. Gordon's stiff cock rubbed on the cool floor as he eagerly sniffed at Lana's panties first; his cock was fit to burst as his nose took in the delicious feminine scent from the sticky gusset, the women laughed at him as they watched his pathetic lust in getting the most from their soiled panties. A stern look came over Lana's face and she whipped the cane across his back, smiling with spiteful satisfaction as he moaned in pain.

"You lick that gusset clean then move onto Penny's." They chuckled with contempt as Gordon licked at the sticky patch of feminine essence and soft brown tang of spice behind it; his cock slid on the smooth floor as his lubrication dribbled, he was close to coming as he moved to Penny's feet and sampled the delicious aromas of her gusset. Penny's pussy tingled with excitement as she relished the complete control over the male.

"You lick that gusset too." She was anxious to have her asshole licked while the other women witnessed his humiliation. Gordon duly obliged and savoured the taste of Penny's womanly essences as much as he savoured the actual humiliating act of submission before three women. Maria toyed with her pussy as she witnessed the humiliation of her mistress's latest conquest for the first time; she was eager to see how he took the cane, and was keen to take another dog for a walk in public; this form of humiliation gave her an immense thrill and was incredibly humbling for the male being walked. She pondered the thought as Lana whipped him with the cane when Penny's gusset was deemed to have been licked clean enough.

"Well? Do you think watching your humiliation at being owned by us in front of the golf club board has excited us sufficiently to be allowed to lick our assholes?" The women watched with smug satisfaction as the defeated and worthless male cowered at their feet, and awaited a response which would not influence their actions in any way, but simply enhance their pleasure in humiliating him. like many males before, and many to come, he was a toy who would be perpetually made to know his place, which was at the feet of any woman. Maria stepped up closer with her cane to fully enjoy his torment; he was now looking at three pairs of feminine shoes which contained supremely dominant women, feet which he would kiss many times in the near future.

"Please mistress Lana, the panties were very nicely scented; I'd like to think my humiliation excited you." The woman laughed with contempt at his response, then Lana gave her smug reply.

"Good boy! We certainly did enjoy watching you humiliate yourself; you'll lick three assholes because you've earned the privilege, then you'll sign the documents giving over everything else you have. Oh, and then Penny and I will watch Maria excite you with the cane as she missed the show earlier." Gordon's cock bobbed fully erect as the vicious Eastern maid smiled down on the now kneeling naked male, teasing his ass cheeks with the cane with which she would thrash him to her satisfaction, after he had pleasured her asshole for the first time. Gordon's balls tingled with a mixture of fear and submissive anticipation as he thought of the pain he would know, as Lana turned before him, bent slightly, and spread the glorious fleshy orbs of her ass to reveal a nicely seasoned and inviting brown puckered asshole which demanded the attention of a submissive slave's tongue, but she would enjoy a tease before Gordon could relish the tangy taste of her heavenly ring.

"You get your nose in there and have a damn good sniff first. Don't you dare lick until I tell you." The women laughed with scorn as Gordon pressed his nose close to the sticky pucker and inhaled the deliciously tangy scent as Lana wriggled her bottom in his face, his cock dribbling as he yearned to lick her. Lana continued as he sniffed his mistress's asshole obediently.

"I want you to have a nice long think about the position you've gotten yourself into while you sniff my asshole; from your capture by Elaine, through my pleasure of whipping you at the post, to the caning you are about to enjoy. I want you to know that sniffing a woman's asshole is representative of your position in life now." Gordon sniffed at the intoxicating scent and his balls tingled as he thought of the supreme redhead, being mercilessly lashed at the post, Angela's rubber bondage, and the Eastern woman who would now cane him; he thought of the cur in the dog outfit and his cock stiffened as he wondered if he'd be reduced to that level. He was now resigned to being owned completely as he inhaled the delicious scent of the woman who had broken him with the whip. Lana pulled her cheeks a little further apart.

"Lick my asshole now. I want it nicely cleaned and refreshed."



Bird of Prey Ch. 08



Gordon had had plenty of time to ponder his capitulation, and the divine sense of realisation was magnified as he felt the presence of the three superior beings around him, whilst directly imbibing the delectable essences of, arguably, the most dominant of the three.

He was given a full minute to sniff between Lana's inviting cheeks; the three women thoroughly enjoying having ensured the reason for his being there through his own foolishness was planted deep within his mind; their sense of complete dominance over him giving them a divine and erotic pleasure. He would service them, sign the rest of his life away, and face punishment from a woman he had just met. Gordon was resigned to utter defeat as he awaited the command from the women who had total control of him, and his excited genitalia showed he knew this was now his place; his thoughts were only distracted by the cur in the corner, and the delightful and exciting thought that he may be treated in the same way at some point. He would shortly learn that he was not to be disappointed. The stern woman bent a little further forward, giving away her intention to the excited Gordon; she pulled her cheeks further apart and impatiently gave the command again that his bobbing cock yearned for.

"LICK! Cleansed or not, you shall enjoy a well–earned thrashing when you've signed yourself to complete ownership; I intend to make an example of you in future, and I will not tolerate anything other than a perfect performance from you at all times!" Gordon's balls tingled as he was chastised to good effect by the superbly dominant woman; his only crime was in being male and this was a conviction he would always be guilty of, and deserving of punishment. He set about his savoury task as the three women sneered at his actions; Maria cutting the air with her cane, reminding him of what was to follow.

He was made to know his worthlessness as he serviced Lana and Penny, then the two watched as he tasted Maria for the first time; her pussy tingled with delight as she flexed her cane in anticipation as Gordon lapped away, eager to sign and be punished by her. He was pulled away by his leash to sign himself off to their complete control as Maria, smiling with smug pleasure, prepared a towel over a leather seat in full view of Elaine's husband-cum-slave; she would have him watch and be envious as another cur was brought to book by her expertise in corporal punishment. Gordon snivelled as he was made to sign various documents by the stern women who smiled with satisfaction as he put his name to binding contracts which gave everything up to their syndicate. The task done, he was pulled away by his leash toward Maria, who stood with legs slightly apart, smiling gleefully and pointing her cane to the waiting chair. Lana was ecstatic as the defeated male went willingly to his punishment; he knew his place.

"Now you'll taste a deserved caning for your past chauvinistic actions; you are of little use now you've signed, you'll be required only for pleasure and tasks that are below any woman." Maria made sure Elaine's cur of a husband had a good view of the women's latest conquest. Gordon's anus tingled with fear and his stomach turned as the spiteful Eastern maid had him lay across the hump of cushions covered by the towel to elevate his ass. She looked down at Elaine's Husband and smiled as she stepped back with her cane on Gordon's elevated ass cheeks.

"Don't worry, I'll soon be done here, then you'll have walkies to stimulate the local ladies; we know how much the other dog walkers enjoy seeing you in the park, and I know how you so enjoy your new exercise allowance." Elaine had become concerned that her incarcerated wimp of a was-husband would become fat and become a hindrance if not exercised regularly; previously his only outings were being displayed on a leash before her dominant associates on special occasions; the leash had lent itself nicely to the idea of a doggie outfit, and the public humiliation was immense for the cur, and very fulfilling for Maria, she had taken to the new hobby with great pleasure. She eyed up the general proportions of Gordon as he lay awaiting her venom. She was ecstatic.

"Yes, Yes! I have an elasticated suit at home which will fit you nicely!" Gordon could only guess at what she meant, but feared the worst as he noted the dog-masked cur with head held low.

Maria wasted no further time, she grinned with pleasure as she brought the wicked rattan down without mercy, Gordon howled with pain as a vicious red wheal blossomed across his ass as though someone had drawn a line there with a scarlet permanent marker; the women grinned with satisfaction as he whinged and moaned, wishing he'd never been born, as Maria delighted in his torment, her cunt now gaping and moist with arousal as she thoroughly enjoyed his misery. Gordon cried like a baby as Maria demonstrated her absolute supremacy over the feeble male; her wicked talent in applying the cane pleasing Lana and Penny no end, the two loved to see her break males when at Elaine's functions at home. Gordon had not expected the cane to be more painful than Lana's whip, and wept unashamedly like a small boy; he was being broken completely and the women's scent filled the room as their arousal announced the sublime pleasure they enjoyed in witnessing his demise. Despite the stinging relentless pain, his cock was rigid and working against the cushions; Maria saw this but would not allow him to come this time; she would have him kneel at her feet and beg to masturbate. Gordon almost screamed as his leash was pulled hard to pull him away from the cushions he was now humping. Maria sneered in a way that only dominant Eastern women can.

"You want to come now you've been punished don't you? You thought that was why the towel was there, didn't you, You cur!" Gordon's snivelling face was given a sharp slap for good measure.

"Oh mistress please let me come." The three women laughed at his utter humiliation; Maria's cunt bulged with erotic pleasure as she feasted on the broken male's torment.

"You'll kneel and beg to be allowed to come, you worthless cur." Maria stood dominant with cane in hand, she would see him shoot at her feet in gratitude for the caning. Gordon knelt and bent low to her feet.

"Please Mistress Maria, I beg you, please allow me to come." The women laughed aloud in a derisory fashion as they enjoyed his teasing. Maria pointed the cane to her feet.

"You will masturbate now. I want to see a good show or you'll have 20 more strokes." There was little danger of Gordon not giving a more than generous offering; his punishment and humiliation before the women had been intense, and he flexed his ass cheeks as the pain subsided, in the hope that a little of it would return. He was almost hoping she would treat him to 20 more strokes. Maria kept his leash taut as he stroked his cock at her feet; he had barely started when he moaned with a divine relief and shot loops of hot semen as a gratifying and delectable orgasm coursed through his balls, enhanced by the laughing women. After being mad to lick it up, he was ordered to kneel in the corner and face the wall, as Maria zipped a black doggie suit around Elaine's husband, to hide his genitals and complete the image before he was walked. Lana and Penny laughed and clapped there approval; he made a very nice dog. Maria slipped into a black cat-suit, which in itself would draw attention and was ready to inflict further humiliation. She stroked Gordon's back with her cane.

"You'll wait here with the ladies, while I go to the park for my afternoon walk. When I come back, we're going to fetch Mistress Elaine, and you're coming home with us. I have a treat for you this evening whilst she is at the Equestrian Centre meeting." She had to whip Elaine's husband with the cane, as he was still a little reluctant at the level of humiliation he endured as a dog; Maria was not to be denied, she was building a large audience of otherwise straight-forward women who loved to talk dogs when she was around; the park she went to, being equidistant between Lana's and Elaine's. She nearly dragged the canine look-alike to the door, such was her enthusiasm; his cock bursting in the tiny cage as it tried in vain to erect.

Elaine returned to the board room and sneered at Fox-Janner; she had a level of contempt for all males, but she did not like what she had heard of him already. Gordon had been subjected to much pain in being broken, but this was nothing in comparison to what she had planned for Fox-Janner; she intended to have his balls on a plate –literally. Cocks stiffened again as the board members watched the magnificent redhead sift through the ballot papers. She smiled sublimely making balls tingle as the owners waited for an announcement.

"Thank you so much gentleman; seven votes to five say we'll allow membership... of EITHER gender, via the golfing store. You shan't regret this" Elaine's pussy buzzed; they would regret it, or become submissive. Fox-Janner picked up his coat and stormed out without announcing his departure. Elaine now knew that five were either scared of Fox-Janner or as anti as he was; she would have to find out who they were, and break them. 



Bird of Prey Ch. 09



Elaine had a few tasks to complete at the golf club; not least, being noticed by some of the board members as she placed a large advertisement for the Equestrian Centre on the notice boards about the club; not only was this fuelled by her love of the sport, she also knew the promise of prim women with jodhpurs and riding crops, and the whiff of leather was very attractive to males with submissive streaks. She would employ any tool which gave her the remotest chance of enslaving a male; especially amongst those in the boardroom . She was already homing in on the softer targets; Clyde Wilson was in his late thirties and unattached, he had his own photographic business, and was known to be a bit of a womaniser. He had remained unattached, it was as though there was something about permanent relationships which scared him, or there was something he would not admit to himself. This had led him to get involved in countless shallow relationships, leaving a trail of scorned women behind him. Elaine noted the way he looked at her; his open persona would suggest his interest would only be in younger women with lesser intellect he would be able to rule over, but Elaine sensed a weakness for the firm control of a strong woman. He was also a drinking partner to Fox-Janner and may know things which might betray the chairman's intimate desires, her pussy buzzed. 

Clyde found it difficult to contain his excitement as he watched Elaine stretch her elegant legs to pin the note at the top of the notice board; she had no real need to do so, but was aware that Clyde's eyes were upon her. He sniffed the air and took in her scent, aiding his imminent capture as he studied the delicious bulge of her ass in the pencil skirt and the curve of her ample and full thighs. Her pursed red lips which complimented her hair, bulged too as she sensed his timid approach. Though he was usually the driving force with the women he targeted, this was different; he was compelled to approach but somehow knew he would not dictate terms in any way with this formidable women, she was a good decade older than he, yet she appeared divinely attractive; he did not realise it, but he was already being driven. Elaine turned and looked into his face with a stern smile; he introduced himself, and she posed a question. 

"Would you be interested in tuition in equestrian discipline?" Her look and tone, together with her choice of description where 'having riding lessons', would have sufficed, had his cock twitching with the possibilities of her having made some underlying cryptic message. He was being very perceptive; his discipline as with all males was her inevitable goal.

"Oh, I would love to try it; I'm in the photographic business and I'd also be interested in taking some photos; maybe I could enhance your ads a little for you too." Elaine's mind was already churning out ideas of the good use she could put a photographic business to. She had to play things by ear at the moment; with the assistance of Fox-Janner's housekeeper, Gloria, and a little prompting of Gordon, she would build a dossier on each of the board members, in respect of their status, weaknesses, and general habits. She would then either eliminate or put them to good use; within six months the boardroom would be re-decorated in pink. She looked at the male before her and imagined him on his knees.

"You'll come to our open day then; I'm sure you'll find some very photogenic ladies in riding gear who would appreciate your attentions. You wouldn't recognise me in jodhpurs and boots; I'm a very different lady under those circumstances." Clyde's cock bulged at the thought, he was excited at the transformation; he had no idea just how different a lady she would transform into.

Maria returned from her canine excursion and the kneeling Gordon was given the sheet he had arrived in for his whipping, to allow him a modicum of decency when he travelled in her car. The women laughed as both he and Elaine's Husband were led out to the car on all fours; Maria smiled with satisfaction as the rear hatch was opened and Elaine's husband was made to curl up in the dog basket, which was separated from the rest of the interior by a grid; she was getting a great deal of excitement from her new hobby and would have her subjects treated just like they were real dogs. Gordon was made to squat in the rear seat as they drove to the golf club to pick up Elaine.

Elaine looked back at the clubhouse with a deep sense of satisfaction as Maria drove up to it to receive her; she was moist as she thought a little deeper about Clyde Wilson who had left her with a starry-eyed look; hooked already. Things were working out beautifully and she was looking forward to seeing Gloria Trent at the Equestrian Centre this evening. She chuckled with sublime pleasure and her sense of absolute dominance had her moist pussy tingling further, as the car reversed up to her, giving her a view of her dog suited husband. He looked pathetic in the doggie mask, which gave her an immense thrill; this was the male who had once been a pillar of society and from whom her new found wealth had begun; he had learned the full dominance of womanhood and helped model her absolute supremacy. She had captured and processed many males since; disposing of them when they had been stripped of any wealth or assets, passing them on to other women within her circle, like unwanted pets, into a life of erotic slavery. She would keep her husband though, not through any emotion or sense of duty, other than sheer pleasure. Each time she made an acquisition and became more supreme, so his status lowered; seeing him shrink before her was exquisite. As she sneered at the doggie outfit, she knew that Maria was parading him publicly to generate the maximum humiliation possible. Her pussy bulged as she thought of having Fox-Janner in that position.

She sat in the rear next to Gordon and had him kiss her feet; he bent and did so without question and with a genuine sense of pleasure. He felt honoured to be asked back to her house for whatever reason, and hoped he would be allowed to be kept by Angela; he saw Elaine as the catalyst and knew that now he had signed his life away to her, he would not be of much further use. He longed to please her in any way, in the hope that she would allow Angela to keep him; his cock rose in the sheet as he kissed the dominant woman's feet in complete submission to her. Elaine tingled with satisfaction at his servility, and sneered with pleasure as Maria smiled at her in the rear-view mirror.

"I believe Maria has a treat in store for you, whilst I am attending a meeting at the Equestrian Centre. You'll be in good hands, and you'll see what happens to males who are of no use, other than as accessories for the whimsical pleasures of a woman, and as a tool for stress relief. I shall be talking to several women tonight, who will assist with my quest for information on Fox-Janner. His housekeeper, Gloria, and your new boss at the store, Angela, will be amongst those attending. If I find you've been hiding any knowledge of Fox-Janner's habits or relationships from me when I return to question you later, both Maria and I will have further treats for you, which I promise you will not forget in a hurry." Gordon's cock erected to full rigidity and his anus tingled as he guessed at Maria's treat, and just the mention of Angela; he could not get the scent of rubber from his memory and yearned to be dominated that way again. He was puzzled by Elaine's statement because he had not been asked for any information about Fox-Janner by her; there were many things he could mention. He opened his lips to protest and give all he knew about the chauvinistic chairman, but was totally in awe of the supreme redhead, and had not been asked to do so at that point. His balls tingled with fear and pleasure at thought of Maria's cane. Elaine knew this and enjoyed watching him squirm; he would be caned for not perceiving what a woman was to ask him in the future, this was as good a reason as any to enjoy thrashing him. She took the opportunity to prolong the tease.

"I shall also be asking Angela about your progress and if it is worth keeping you at the store; I can soon have you clean the toilets at the clubhouse instead; Fox-Janner's housekeeper won't be doing it anymore, that's for sure." Elaine's pussy bulged in her increasingly moist panties as she watched the fear on Gordon's face with sublime pleasure. He was now ready to beg to be allowed to remain toilet cleaner at the store, but was too scared to do so for fear that his impudence would result in the spiteful and controlling woman effecting the change. Elaine and Maria sat in smug silence till they reached the splendid residence that was their home. There was no possibility he would be moved from the store; Elaine was delighted with Angela's humiliation of her former employer, and the two younger girls would use Gordon in their education to full dominance over males.

Elaine passed her sodden panties to Maria as she stepped into the shower; Maria smiled and took the two leashed males up to the room where Elaine's cur of a husband was kept. Gordon was made to kneel in the corner and watch as the doggie suit was removed from the silent male, the freshly soiled panties were placed gusset-up over his nose and mouth and held there with a vicious gag; he would know the scent and taste of the woman who had crushed him completely but that was all he would be allowed of her now. The doggy tail plug was replaced with a larger circumference item, which made the otherwise silent cur moan into the gag, as the spiteful Eastern maid pressed it home with little or no lubrication applied and much force used to enhance her wicked pleasure. Gordon winced as he watched the large plug spread the male's anus, nearly splitting it. His ankles and wrists were then bound with pairs of his wife's used nylons; her presence was incorporated in the form of soiled or used underwear perpetually, as a reminder of her ownership. His cage was then removed as Maria selected a cane; the cur's grateful cock unfurling rapidly to full length and rigidity as the thought of the days humiliations, the cane, and the rare opportunity to shoot his cream were made apparent to him. Maria smiled as she saw him automatically hump the mattress, like the dog he was fast becoming.

"You've been a good doggy today; you shall come whilst you are caned." Gordon's cock dribbled with excitement and a strange curiosity, whilst his anus tingled with fear as he watched the smiling maid thrash the gagged, plugged and bound male; a look of spiteful satisfaction on her face as she applied the stinging cane with relish, the cur grunting in agony and ecstasy as Maria added fresh lines to his tortured backside. She looked almost disappointed when he convulsed in complete submission after just twelve strokes or so, jetting his hot semen on the sheets he would lay in. Maria gave him twenty-five strokes just the same. She turned him over, slapping his face for good measure, before showing Gordon his cage as she smiled down on the frightened male who was hers for the evening. She took great pleasure in forcing the cur's receding and messy cock back into the cage, locking it smartly with a tiny padlock. He was then hooded and zipped into a body bag. Maria rinsed her hands in the sink, then took Gordon's leash and led him to another room. She smiled menacingly at Gordon as she had him kneel and face her as she stood by an extensive wardrobe.

"You shall complete my satisfaction by licking my pussy this evening, but you will have some well-needed exercise before I allow you to please me." Gordon gasped and his balls tensed like never before as she opened the wardrobe. A smiling doggy mask to match the one upstairs grinned out at him; a doggy body suit and a tail plug complementing the smile. His cock pulsed and his anus retracted and dilated as he viewed the plug while the smiling maid retrieved the items. He tried to protest as she had him put on the elasticated body suit, but knew it would be no use; her pussy was dripping at the thought of humiliating a new male this way. Gordon's cock remained fully erect as he adjusted to the humiliating suit; his knees nestled into the pads fitted to allow prolonged knee-walking, Gordon could not believe it; he faced exquisite humiliation now. Maria fitted the doggy mask and Gordon's petrified eyes peeped through the eye-holes, giving the maid a delicious thrill. Gordon's anus continued to clench and dilate in fear, as she greased the plug which held the doggy tail to complete his outfit; he was made to poke his ass in the air, a gap in the rear of the suit allowed access and a view which allowed gender to be determined; Gordon's balls would be seen, showing his somewhat depleted masculinity. He winced as the maid eased the plug into his rectum; the feeling was very strange at first, but somehow it seemed to enhance his erection. He was shown his reflection in a mirror; he was now ready for some exquisite humiliation. 

Maria was now ready in her cat suit as a laughing Elaine added to Gordon's misery. His cock peaked to rigidity as he looked upon her, dressed in black satin; he wished he had been promised a lick of her pussy later, he did not know that he would indeed be treated after interrogation. Gordon was told by Elaine to enjoy his latest excursion as Maria fitted a studded collar and heavier leather leash to compliment the outfit, picking a stern cane to ensure he behaved; he would now be walked like a dog, by a shapely eastern woman in a cat-suit; their attention and his humiliation was assured. They left the house together, Gordon yearning to go anywhere or do anything for the redhead who now departed in her car, but it was not to be; Maria's pussy bulged in her tight suit as Gordon's exquisite humiliation began. He was walked to the park in public, dressed as a dog, the plug teasing his anus to complete his discomfort.

He cringed as Maria said 'good evening' to all and sundry who passed the two; some looked on with disgust that a man could allow this to happen, some laughed, and some males got an instant erection and ogled the delightful scene, wishing that they were lucky enough to have that happen to them. Gordon was in a cold sweat by the time they reached the park; Maria waved at the inordinate amount of middle-aged, well-to-do women who had congregated there. They had quickly grown accustomed to the presence of the Eastern woman and her 'dog'; husbands were amazed at their sudden enthusiasm to take the family mutt for 'walkies.' Otherwise prim and proper ladies of the establishment hurried to the park in anticipation, pussies moist and excited as they had not been in many a year. The crowd of women were delighted to see Maria, and even more astounded and delighted to note this was a new 'dog'. A particularly buxom and sternly proper woman smiled contentedly as her upper-middle class cunt bulged with a delighted thrill.

"Oh, you have more than one dog! I take it we'll be allowed to teach this one how to circuit the park correctly as well?" Maria beamed with excitement and her pussy dribbled too, as she stood dominantly over the humiliated cur on a leash who would now give many women unforeseen pleasure.

"Why yes of course! Don't forget to apply the cane at any opportunity where you think he does not respond or take a command fully; this type of dog enjoys chastisement with the cane; especially to the testicles, discipline is all they understand." Gordon's anus clenched tightly on the plug and he felt the cool park breeze on his exposed ball sack, as Maria passed leash and cane to the first of many women who would enjoy disciplining the dog. Gordon's cock was rigid as his walk was begun; he found something incredibly erotic about the sensible shoes, brown tights and tweed skirt which held the cane and walked him in complete control. This was a woman from a dull and conservative background who would now get an immense thrill from the domination and humiliation of one of a gender who saw her as second-class just for being female. She would take this opportunity to vent her ire upon him and she would thoroughly enjoy doing so. Gordon failed to stop immediately she barked the command; his balls felt the exquisite stomach-turning pain as the woman gleefully whipped the cane between his legs. She bent and pulled his mask to ensure he saw the face of his temporary owner.

"I intend to make sure you know how to behave for a lady by the time we complete the circuit, I just wish I could take you home to ensure you are house-trained properly too." Gordon could see the deep and profound pleasure the woman was experiencing; his cock pulsed as he thought of being house-trained. The woman tugged his leash and continued; he was whipped at least twelve times before returning. The woman's cunt oozed into her panties as she passed cane and leash to the next excited woman; she would thoroughly enjoy an exquisite masturbation session as her fat husband dozed later on. The women cheered and applauded, creating attention from even more women with dogs, every time Gordon was chastised by his walker. A stroll in the park would never be the same for him. 



Bird of Prey Ch. 10



Gordon was walked home in full ceremony; the superbly dominant Maria zigzagging across streets and taking the longest route possible home from the park. Gordon was close to coming in the elasticated suit as he watched the delectable ass of the Eastern woman ripple and bulge in the tight cat suit as she strutted before him; leash in the one hand, cane in the other. Gordon received the final sneers from passing women as they neared Elaine's house once more; he had been humiliated in an extreme and subliminal way, and he was now almost disappointed that his exhibition was over. The extreme of the exposure in the suit, was tempered by the sublime pleasure that was had by the other dog walkers, treated to a taste of domination, this had been a thrill for them and had had Gordon close to shooting his mess as he was dominated in no uncertain terms by women who were otherwise very ordinary; Gordon's cock was close to bursting as he reasoned that this confirmed that ALL women were dominant.

Gordon was taken up to the wardrobe room, stripped and summarily thrashed to tears by the spitefully aroused Maria; he had messed the inside of the suit with pre-cum, was made to lick it clean and then treated to a very vigorous ass-striping. The snivelling wretch was then made to help the smiling dominatrix from her cat suit and made to lick her sweaty asshole while she masturbated on thinking of the day's glorious humiliations. After she had kicked her feet skyward and basked in a fulfilling orgasm, she taunted and toyed with Gordon as he continued to indulge her asshole as her cunt juices dribbled down. Humiliated, defeated, and in complete submission to her, he earned himself another caning as the teasing woman used her cane expertly; his squirming on the bed allowing him to shoot his mess in her honour, as he too recalled the delicious humiliation of the dog suit as he lovingly licked the asshole of the woman who had been supreme in his exposure.

Across town, the woman with the brown tights and sensible shoes tied her leash to one of the bed legs, and lay on the bed as her husband snored in his armchair downstairs. She peeled the tights down and pulled her sticky panties clear of her fully aroused and dripping mature cunt; the scent of which flooded the room, she had not been this excited in years. She pulled the leash tight with one hand and thought of her discipline and humiliation of Gordon as she nursed her hot and juicy cunt with the other; her whole body tingled down to her toes in the sensible shoes as she indulged in a glorious masturbation session. The spark of dominance had been awoken in her; she moaned in utter ecstasy as her hand went white with the tension of the leather leash; she would wear black tights, or maybe stockings next time, and she would buy new shoes which she would hide from her staid husband; she had noticed that some of the other ladies had spiced their appearance for the walk in the park. She raised her mature legs high and moaned again as she thought of the cane striking those deliciously exposed balls. If only there was a way the Eastern girl would let her borrow the dog for a while whilst her husband was at Maiden Downs golf club?

Elaine was ecstatic when she returned from the meeting; Gloria Trent had been most helpful with her graphic descriptions of the magazines Fox-Janner indulged in, and Angela had posted her on people he was seen with frequently at the golfing store. Gordon was led into the main lounge by Elaine and made to kneel on a padded mat set centrally before a huge black leather sofa; his sore ass was glad to see the back of Maria, but he felt strangely uncomfortable as Elaine stripped naked and sank into the soft leather, holding a pad and pen. Gordon swallowed hard and his previously well-satisfied cock began to bulge again as he studied the sumptuous curves of the dominant redhead, her full breasts and ample ass and thighs so delectable. She smiled wickedly at him as she lifted a leg, allowing him a glimpse of her sweet pussy with its small flash of red hair.

"I so love the feel of leather on my body, and I find I can think a lot clearer when I'm naked; Angela tells me you prefer the feel of rubber though, I think she intends to make good use of you, which is what I intend this evening. You're going to tell me all you know about each of the board members; their known habits, relationships and fetishes, if you're aware of them. I already have Clyde Wilson on the hook, and he will open up when I have him at the Equestrian Centre; I already have a little photographic mission for him in mind, involving Fox-Janner... talking of whom, let's start at the top. His housekeeper found some very interesting magazines at his house; did you ever see him associate with any young and very pretty girls, about half his age?" Gordon was a little puzzled at first; he had not been the most observant of people, and was always wrapped up in the business he had now been gratefully relieved of, though something did strike his memory where Fox-Janner was concerned.

"Something that I found a little strange once was him arriving at the store with a very feminine young thing who he said was his niece, Sandy. He knew I was not the social type, not taking much notice of things, and I have to admit, I did not take much notice, other than that she was brunette. Funny thing is, he turned up at the store a few months on, with a sweet redhead and knowing that I don't take much notice, announced that this was his niece, Sandy. I just thought he had made a mistake with the names."

Elaine gave him a knowing smile; 'sweet effeminate girls', a picture of Fox-Janner was being formed which fitted in nicely with other information she had of him, some of which outraged her, some of which amused her. He had been a tyrant where Gloria Trent was concerned; squeezing her more and more as a source of cheap labour following her husband's passing; she had had a daughter who had now left town following an incident with Fox-Janner; Elaine was determined that he should lose his balls on the strength of this alone, but nubile girls were not his only fetish.

As the evening went on Gordon gave up all he knew on the other board members; Elaine was delighted with his information, at least half of the board would be no problem whatsoever. They would be replaced by female business associates within weeks, rather than months. She lifted her feet to the sofa and spread her legs.

"Someone is coming to pick you up in fifteen minutes time; you may lick my pussy now." Gordon's cock stiffened at the thought of licking the divinely dominant woman's pussy but was bewildered at who would be picking him up. Elaine giggled as he moved closer to her and sniffed at her womanly aroma, she stroked his hair as though he were a pet cat, she had no need to be stern with him anymore, and he was in complete submission. His look of bewilderment gave her needy pussy a sweet thrill.

"Don't worry, you're not being disposed of; I think you'll be glad to escape Maria for a while, though you'll be a good doggy for her again; I hear you are very popular with the local women, that alone is reason enough to make good use of you. You'll commence licking my pussy now; I'll have satisfaction before you're taken." Gordon's cock was rigid as he gratefully licked and lapped at Elaine's excited and sticky cunt; interrogating males naked and finding out intimacies that way was immensely arousing to her. Having milked them of information, their wagging tongues were put to further use. Gordon was now no stranger to the glorious slit with the red blaze and delved lovingly at the warmth and gorgeous taste of the mature and controlling woman; he nuzzled deep as she lifted her legs and obediently teased her clitoris to allow her a lush orgasm; this was the only control he could ever hope to have over this woman who now owned him. 

She smiled and stroked his hair as she recovered. His cock pulsed with anticipation and dribbled lubricant as she lifted his face by the chin.

"I would normally now allow you to masturbate at my feet; you have certainly earned that pleasure today, but someone else will have the pleasure of your humiliation tonight." No sooner had she covered her deliciously curvaceous body with a full length chiffon shawl than there was a knock at the door and the smiling Maria appeared, followed by two others. Gordon's aching cock was rigid as Angela smiled down wickedly at him. She was accompanied by Gloria; both women wore full length rubber raincoats which squeaked erotically as the women moved in them. Elaine was delighted with Gloria's transformation and the three women smiled down on the kneeling submissive male; he was pleased to see Angela, and Gloria's transformation was indeed amazing; he could not believe this was the meek housekeeper who cleaned at the golf club. Elaine picked a collar and leash from behind the sofa and fastened it about Gordon's neck, and then turned to Gloria. 

"Oh do let us all see what you look like underneath!" Gloria looked down at Gordon; she was still a little shocked at seeing an aroused and naked, obviously submissive male in the flesh, but was pleased to display before him. She undid her coat to reveal a tight black latex cat suit; like Angela, her mature bulges were emphasised exquisitely and Gordon's cock stiffened as he noted her camel-toe bulge with excitement. Elaine tugged at Gordon's leash to gain his attention as Angela too removed her coat to allow him a view of a very similar picture; two very moist and needy cunts were expressed vividly in the second skin of the latex.

"Gloria has discovered herself on becoming a liberated woman; the relief of freedom from a lifetime's chauvinism and toil has made her a new women. After a few discussions with Angela and I, she has revealed her true self; she's keen to dominate and loves the feel of latex. You Gordon, will have the pleasure of being the first male she dominates, which will of course be under the guidance of your new owner -- Mistress Angela. We all intend to attend when Fox-Janner is processed, as he inevitably will be. Gloria will continue to housekeep for that bastard for the time being, so as he does not suspect what's going to happen to him, and will do a little extra spying instead of housework. We intend to make him pay dearly for the error of his ways." Gloria lost any sense of nervousness she may have had as she was handed the leash, and squeaking exquisitely, Gordon was led away to Angela's house where he would be dominated by both his new mistress and Gloria for the first time. 



Bird of Prey Ch. 11



No less than three of the board members turned up at the Equestrian Centre open day; as expected, Clyde Wilson was one of them, and his manhood twitched excitedly as he viewed the illustrious redhead; she was indeed a different woman, her full thighs and ass resplendent in her tight jodhpurs. Her equally tight riding jacket was specially made, slightly shorter than standard, to accentuate that beautiful rounded ass; its tightness acting like a corset, displaying her mature breasts to full effect. Her boots were also custom made, reaching the knee, the tops cut at an angle; the heels raised at the back, helping to display her legs as very long and slender as per stilettos. Her outfit was complemented by the black leather plaited crop she carried; her sneering grin and red hair in a bun had every remotely submissive male drooling in fantasy about her. For certain males, this would become more than fantasy.

Clyde had heard rumours about her dominant sexuality, which had spread like wildfire about the excited members of the boardroom after she had cemented her place there with such natural authority the other evening; subtle changes had already occurred, such as flowers appearing at strategic points; her influence was creeping up on the males, and secretly their balls tingled in recognition of this somehow ominous yet sexually thrilling prospect. The two other board members were confirmed submissives and had somehow resigned themselves already, to the fact that her control would become absolute. Elaine had already singled them out, and they were accompanied during their visit by the equally dominant Lana and Penny.

Elaine had selected Clyde as she had need of his expertise with his photographic profession, and she was not sure of the level of excitement he would reveal, where the strong and assertive control of a woman was concerned. She found she already had a strange affection for him; despite his history of womanising, she recognised he was not chauvinistic, he was obviously seeking something he was not fully aware of himself as yet; his assistance in the capture of Fox-Janner later, would reveal something which surprised both Elaine and he equally.

Elaine was happy to pose for him in various situations and had other stern and strutting females pose stiffly on the steeds that they had complete control over; all males attendant watched eagerly as dressage was performed, led by Elaine. Cocks stiffened as they watched the supremely assertive women exact their exquisite control; their absolute discipline and rule over their stallions, merely a side act for their true aim in life; control and domination of all things male. Though this was wishful fantasy on the part of most of those watching, this was indeed reality for Elaine and her ever increasing circle of dominant women; those partaking in the dressage did so with bulging pussies as they looked down on potential male slaves, fresh meat to be trained, broken and enslaved. Clyde clicked away with various cameras as proud feminine bottoms rose and sank to the leather saddles they adorned; exquisitely erotic in their total command.

Elaine tested Clyde's potential weakness by treating him to some 'behind the scenes' situations, as well as to those open to all the guests that day. He was taken to the rear of the stables following the dressage; whilst the other members of the public swarmed in the main stable to look at how the horses were looked after, Elaine took him through a door which he'd seen several of the haughty riding mistresses go through already; within the obviously outwardly dominant women were tended to by males dressed in white tops and bottoms, like peons. He could not help but notice that the women treated them in much the same way as their stallions, swishing crops and clicking fingers to ensure they gave their full attention, he also noted that those males who attended did so eagerly; their servility matching the undoubted assertion and authority of the women. As his cock swelled he held his camera and looked at her for a sign of permission; this might not be a situation she wanted a pictorial record of. Elaine smiled sweetly at him.

"That's ok Clyde, you may take as many pictures as you like; the ladies here will appreciate your interpretation of their status, as you can see, women here enjoy absolute liberation and demand satisfaction from their favourites." Clyde was still not 100% clear on what she meant, but became clearer as he watched males kneel at the feet of their mistresses, not just to remove their tight boots, but to kiss their feet too. These were more than simply stable-hands and they were all male, every rider of course female. Clyde was discrete with his use of the camera, but was ushered over by a couple of the openly superior women, who took great pride in posing in boots and jodhpurs, standing dominantly over their kneeling and willing subordinates. Elaine warmed even more to his attitude, as he too knelt before the women, taking pictures from a submissive's perspective of the situation; Elaine stood by with crop, and he turned and took a picture of her too, whilst he remained kneeling. Elaine's pussy buzzed as she detected his pleasure at being in that position. He sighed, his cock pulsing as he captured feminine dominance in still life. 

"I'd love to be allowed to set up some discrete CCTV in here, and capture some pure incognito material." Elaine smiled with satisfaction at his mention of the very task she had sought to obtain from him. She swished her crop menacingly.

"I have a little task for you which requires just that, but elsewhere; I'm sure the ladies here would be more than happy to have their supervision of the servants transformed into an erotic soap opera, should the task I have in mind for you prove successful." She rested her crop on his shoulder as he knelt, making his cock stiffen with pleasure, and then pursed her lips and added a further sweetener.

"Of course, today is an open day, so the women are being a little conservative with their actions despite this room only being open to select guests; you should see what happens after lessons on a 'normal' day here." Elaine then turned and smiled, gazing across the room to a particularly buxom and severely dominant woman, who was oiling the leather plaits of a huge bullwhip, whilst smiling down at a very submissive looking male who knelt before her with hands in a praying position. On noting what the gorgeous redhead was observing, Clyde's balls tingled with excitement; he was ready to perform any task which would allow him to capture these women on moving film. 

Elsewhere within the centre, Lana and Penny were taking a more direct and forceful approach with the two board members who had already been foolish enough to allow their submissive tendencies to be recognised. The prim and assertive Penny whose expertise in accountancy and legal matters, was now demonstrating her expertise in a different field; quite literally. In a field hidden by a high wall, away from the eyes of the public, Marlon Baker, who owned his own small textile and clothing distribution business, found himself being owned. He enjoyed an erotic equestrian lesson as he was ridden naked about the field by a commanding Penny, who cropped her steed at every opportunity. Specially saddled and harnessed, a pony-tail plug exciting his anus, Marlon's balls tingled incessantly and his cock was rigid as he contemplated allowing this to happen; like many males before, he was intoxicated by his own submissiveness, and the ruthless assertion of control by the deliciously dominant woman who now rode him, drained his willpower completely. As the tight leather harness strangled his body exquisitely, and Penny's crop bit home as she broke him in, Marlon would succumb to complete and utter submission before the day was out; he and one other would be replaced by two females at the next board meeting.

Lana was busying herself with a bullwhip, assuring the other place on the board was vacated. She sneered with spiteful pleasure as Miles Dunton whinged pitifully for mercy, but was shown none. Though his cries were genuine, the darker side of his persona enjoyed thoroughly the pain and humiliation; his own cries fuelling his shameful lust to be dominated completely by the superior sex. He neared his second disgraceful ejaculation at the whipping post as Lana thrashed him with delight; he was so easy, his real estate business would be very lucrative, her pussy dripped in full arousal as she delivered the lash with unrepentant vigour. Her womanhood tingled with excitement as Miles convulsed and spent at the post in complete submission to her dominance; she would have the defeated male lick her to satisfaction when she considered he was absolutely broken.

Though Gloria was keen to return to her new friend's house and continue with the rubberised ecstasy she had sampled with such excitement and satisfaction the evening before; the two had left Gordon, bound, encased and squirming to await their return, she was equally keen to assist with Fox-Janner's demise. She had listened carefully at the door of hi study, peeping through the keyhole, as he had arranged a meeting with someone who he spoke to as though he owned them; Sunday, here at this house, 'or else' was audible to her. She watched as the nasty male scribbled something down hard on his writing pad. He then placed some paperwork on top of a cabinet, where he thought no-one would see it. Gloria moved swiftly away as he finished the call and picked up his coat; he left the house without as much as a goodbye. Gloria watched the car drive off then entered the Drawing Room.

Gloria looked first at the writing pad, and bending down to look across it could clearly make out the number left as an indentation in the pad; Fox-Janner's own aggression would be key in his downfall, his over exertion as he berated the contact would allow contact with that person. Gloria quickly copied the number down, then stepped on a chair and retrieved the paperwork from the top of the cabinet. She smiled with satisfaction as she noted one of the items was another magazine; the subjects within were of great interest. She picked up her phone and called Elaine.

Elaine smiled down at Clyde, who was now naked and trussed on the bed where Gordon had first succumbed, as she finished her conversation with Gloria and tapped the phone number given her, into her phone's memory.

"I'm afraid you'll have to miss the next board meeting; it's the perfect opportunity for you to set up that little task I have for you. Someone will be out of the way and you will help put them out of the way permanently." She smiled wickedly as she peeled off her jodhpurs and panties, then straddled Clyde's shoulders and squatted on his face as his cock pointed rigid toward the ceiling. Elaine giggled as he lovingly lapped at her pussy and asshole, while she rang the number given her by Gloria. After a couple of rings, a soft effeminate voice responded. Elaine's pussy bulged with excitement as Clyde's tongue went deep into her sweaty asshole and she learned of the person on the other phone. As the frightened person was made aware that they were speaking to an ally, many details were exchanged; Fox-Janner's fate was sealed.



Bird of Prey Ch. 12



Fox-Janner was livid as a matronly woman occupied Miles Dunton's seat, and a very stern looking large and buxom woman with glasses, every inch the strict schoolmistress, sat in place of the diminutive Marlon Baker; though concerned by Clyde Wilson's absence, he was relieved when the seat remained empty. The remaining males gawped at the two new women; their balls tingling with a sense of curiosity and an underlying and undeniable acceptance that they were being taken over; some pondered the fate of the two, knowing the submissive nature of the missing men. Cocks swelled as Elaine stood, her full breasts heaving in her tight blouse and with a satisfied smile, introduced the two very superior looking women.

"Gentlemen, I am very pleased to introduce two new board members who have graciously accepted the positions willingly vacated by the former members following negotiation." 'Willingly' was used somewhat euphemistically; Dunton was presently bound head to toe in a darkened room, and was milked at regular intervals by a smiling Lana who watched his superficial wounds heal as he squirmed in discomfort; though willing to sign his life away at a very early stage in the whipping, Lana had indulged her full pleasure in thrashing him to absolute submission, long after he considered himself broken, and completely owned by her. A buzzing dildo harnessed within her panties had allowed her to orgasm several times as she watched the submissive male writhe in agony as the lash bit home, the ecstasy she enjoyed allowing the wretch a few moments respite before the whip was applied again as his cruel mistress rebuilt her arousal. 

Baker had been put through the full dressage by Penny who had applied the crop sparingly but made him know his place; he had been tempted by the humiliation, whiff of leather and glorious scent of his mistress's rich arousal but denied orgasm. Teased and punished in front of a crowd of nubile stable-girls, he had signed things away piecemeal, begging for relief as his stiffly erect cock was displayed to the young ladies as he was put through his paces by Penny. He had signed everything away when a large and very dominant woman with glasses, her jodhpurs stretched to the limit in containing her bulbous ass, expressed her desire to buy him from Penny on conveniently coming across the private 'show'. As she swished her crop and fetched a leash to restrain him with, his cock dribbled as he immediately yearned for this magnificent female. Penny had prolonged his agony by promising him to the buxom virago only if she could make him sign the required documentation. 

After just a few minutes with the formidable bitch, leashed, put over her huge thighs and spanked in front of the sneering stable girls, Baker was mesmerised by the absolute dominance of the superior woman. She, Penny and the stable girls, smiled with satisfaction as he obediently signed on being told to do so by his mistress-to-be; his cock was rigid and aching as the stern woman pulled his leash tight and he looked at the damp patch blossoming around the camel-toe in her jodhpurs as he signed his life away. He was presently at his new mistress's home, leashed and kneeling by her bed, his wrists bound behind his back to prevent him masturbating; the jodhpurs having been laid out over the edge of the bed, crotch on display and eagerly sniffed by Baker. The scent tortured his cock and balls as he awaited the return of the woman - the woman who had also taken his seat at the golf club.

Edwina Markham smiled through her severe looking glasses at her good friend and business associate Elaine, as she was introduced to the inferior male members of the board. Like Elaine, she practised total dominance over all members of the male gender, and her large and excited cunt swelled with pride and absolute pleasure as she indulged in the discomfort of the gawping males, knowing she was now part of a female takeover of what had been a strictly male domain for at least a century. She would bask in her position of authority, and longed for the soon to be realised time when four more women would be appointed; the seven females then in majority would set about breaking the five remaining males with ballots which would ensure their demise, one way or another. Like Elaine and her newly appointed colleague Irma Grant, she eyed the surviving male members, seeking out the weaker ones; the balls of those caught momentarily in eye contact tingled with varying strengths. The feeling of growing supremacy aroused Edwina superbly; she was sat in the seat vacated by the male who had submitted to her earlier, who waited, leashed and naked, and to whom she would shortly return to reaffirm her dominance.

Her mature cunt oozed and her nipples poked defiantly at the other males as she thought how she would thrash Baker when she returned, then have him lick that aroused cunt and equally sticky asshole, before having him masturbate at her feet. She would slowly break him completely over the next month or so, having him divulge whatever morsels of knowledge he had of the other board members; like so many males Edwina Markham had owned before, she would get the utmost pleasure from utterly dominating him, getting supreme pleasure from breaking his will completely, before passing him on to the most spiteful new owner she could find. 

Many a male owned by Edwina had found themselves shipped abroad, and in the hands of a covert female ring in countries where women are seen as second-class citizens; there the venom of ill-treated females was then vented upon the hapless male without mercy. Edwina's cunt would blossom as she received a postcard a few weeks later, thanking her for the gift; the picture on the postcard depicting a gallows or guillotine, earning her slave of the moment a generous and savoury taste of that blossoming cunt, as she indulged in an orgasm in memory of another dispatched male.

Edwina's presence along with Elaine's and the matronly Irma, led to a lot of impromptu visits to the men's room by those on the board; Clyde's first job had been to rig up CCTV there that very morning, the tape would be viewed later, and those seen masturbating; several had been unable to resist it, would be targeted later.

Elaine, who was dressed in her tight equestrian outfit as she was to attend to some new recruits at the centre after the meeting, swished her crop with authority as she announced the success of the new application scheme.

"It is my pleasure to reveal that the applications through the golf store have been an unprecedented success thus far. We have had no less than 58 new applications in one day; mostly from women. In fact 52 were from women. Edwina and Irma here have many administrative skills, and I elected that they be given the task of vetting the new applications. Having done so, you'll be pleased to know that after the first day we have 52 new members, all women." As several cocks rose at the gall and natural authority of the redhead, others twitched at the obvious discrimination in selection; Fox-Janner was outraged.

Elaine saw that Fox-Janner was blistering about the latest news; she was thoroughly pleased with his demeanour following this purposely barbed announcement, but she had to keep him in the boardroom for a while to ensure Clyde had set things up at his home; his housekeeper and soon to be part-owner, Gloria Trent, was delighted to assist in any way she could; Elaine was inspired by this formerly meek woman's transformation, her enthusiasm for the new lifestyle mentored by Gordon's new owner Angela, confirmed to Elaine that all women were naturally dominant.

Luckily the agenda for the day involved a general monthly talk by the Chairman about the state of the business. Fox-Janner chuntered on, red-faced and seething under his breath, the same mundane results inevitably showing the business just breaking even, though it was apparent to any visitor to the club that the facilities were very tired and needed a hand in sprucing things up; a woman's hand would inevitably see to this. Elaine smiled with satisfaction as she made the point that the 52 new members would increase the revenue very shortly, and she hoped that this new surge in members would continue. She smiled as the minutes ticked by on the clock to match those noted from the meeting; now they had reached 'any other business' she would propose another small change which would irk the already seething Chairman and get some of the cocks tingling too.

"I propose that hereafter the title of 'Chairman' be known as 'Chairperson'; this would naturally be appropriate as the club is no longer gender specific." Certain cocks extended to maximum length as she delivered her suggestion whilst strutting at the opposite end of the table to Fox-Janner and flexing the leather riding crop in her hands, Fox-Janner himself was not impressed and scribbled his response before leaving.

Elaine left the room and phoned Gloria to warn of his imminent arrival; she was pleased to hear that Clyde had departed, and had agreed to be available outside the premises later that evening to oversee the use of the Wi-Fi system, which would allow their discrete surveillance. When Elaine returned to the boardroom, she was more than pleased with what she found on the table; not only did she find Fox-Janner's scribbled 'No' to her suggestion, as was expected, there were also two signed resignations from two of the older, more hard-core, and married board-members; two more women would immediately grace the table; a complete take over was now within her grasp.

As Elaine, Gloria and Clyde waited in a van parked close up to Fox-Janner's house, they amused themselves as Clyde flicked views from one room to another on the four lap-tops which picked up and recorded all that Fox-Janner did. It worked perfectly and an hour after he had been seen to swallow a large blue tablet, he appeared in the main bedroom, stripped and put on a black silk kimono. He left it open at the front and stroked his erect cock, no doubt in readiness for someone's arrival. Sure enough, at seven o'clock, the petit and very feminine owner of the voice that Elaine had conversed with, appeared at the front door and rang the bell. Clyde's cock tingled with anticipation as he zoomed in on the soft shapely blonde, with long legs, a delicately feminine bottom and such a sweet innocent face. Elaine and Gloria smiled at each-other as they noted his reaction; he was in for a surprise, but not as big a surprise as the tyrant in the house would be given later. 



Bird of Prey Ch. 13



Clyde made sure he recorded everything as Fox-Janner greeted the soft blonde, not with a kiss, but a harsh slap about the face; he then virtually dragged the distressed nymph up the stairs, his cock poking up and lifting the black silk. In the bedroom he ordered her to strip, and with just her panties on, he pulled her down on to her knees by her long blonde hair and thrust his cock into her face. Though not exactly endeared by Fox-Janner's actions, Clyde's balls tingled and his cock stiffened as he viewed the pert little breasts and effeminate features of this waif that now sucked urgently at the tyrant's stiff cock. Though the two women were appalled by his actions they were not exactly surprised by what they saw; they already had enough to blackmail him with, as being violent with a young lady during a sex session would certainly be frowned upon within the staid circles he moved within, but may not be quite enough to make him relinquish his dubious business interests. As painful as it was to watch, they would allow him to continue, and deliver his own coup-de-grace.

Clyde was astounded at the two women as they seemed prepared to watch him punish the soft beauty continually; having seen her dragged to the bed and thrashed with a leather strap, he was ready to march in himself, his erection had waned at the sickening sight. Elaine raised a half-smile as she grabbed his wrist to stop him leaving the van, and made him watch as she noted Fox-Janner removing the punished blondes panties; as the mean chairman removed his silk kimono to reveal his stiff cock in all its glory, he moved behind the soft blonde and moved her round to the end of the bed, his hands grasping her slender waist above her sweet rounded bottom. As the two moved sideways on to the concealed camera, Clyde gasped and the two women gave satisfied sneers; protruding from the front of the pretty blonde was a little extra. The camera now showed two erect cocks; the sweet blonde was a t-girl.

As the three prepared to leave the van and give Fox-Janner his life-changing news, they ensured the equipment was left recording as they watched whilst he penetrated the whimpering blonde as he stroked her excited little cock; her erection as much to do with fear as excitement. Another car appeared in front of the van, Elaine smiled.

"Perfect timing; Irma's here, she knows a great deal about administering drugs; she owns a specialist nursing home and loves to subdue struggling males. I know he won't come quietly, even with the evidence we have." Irma was accompanied by Angela, the rubber goddess who was also a Ju-Jitsu expert; both were very keen to hold him down whilst Gloria, the housekeeper who had been treated like a slave and whose own daughter had been abused by him, administered the sedative which would begin the process of his submission. As the two peeped into the van and viewed the lap-tops, the scene they witnessed cemented the justification of their cause; Fox-Janner had emptied his balls for the first time and was now thrashing the sissy once more. Now was the time to move. 

Fox-Janner jumped from his task with outraged indignation as he was disturbed by the smiling women accompanied by Clyde. The sissy wept pitifully on the bed, and Clyde felt somehow compelled to comfort her, as he did so the smirking Irma wagged a finger, summoning Fox-Janner to her, as she passed a large hypodermic to his smiling housekeeper. He pondered for a moment and was about to bolt when Elaine pulled the camera from the top of the curtain.

"Oh yes, we have it all on film; I think you'd better come quietly, else it'll be the worse for you." She smiled with pleasure as Irma and Angela removed their coats to reveal leotard clad bodies. Their pussies buzzed excitedly as they knew he would require subduing before he received the first of many injections. Gloria lifted the needle and squirted a little of the contents in the air as she sneered at the man who had enslaved her.

"You be a good boy for the ladies and allow your submission to begin; you are going to be my maid, here in this house which you will willingly give to me, come now, come and take your medicine." Fox-Janner made a spirited dash for the door, despite being naked. He was stopped smartly by the buxom matronly figure of Irma, and the chubby Angela; they smiled with pleasure as he was wrestled to the floor, their pussies bulging as they got to grips with their victim. Fox-Janner had his first whiff of feminine supremacy as Irma locked her thighs about his head, the women laughed as his cock stiffened with fear and excitement as he sniffed the warm cunt which nestled against his nose. Irma sneered with delight.

"Oh yes, we shall have some sport with you first; you've earned it and you're going to be made to know your place." The two then took great pleasure in twisting and contorting the struggling male; he knew it was hopeless but would not submit, much to the delight of everyone else in attendance. He moaned and cried out, sometimes in agony, sometimes in near ecstasy as the two dominant women treated him to various holds whereby he was allowed a good sniff of their sweaty cunts and savoury anuses as he was held completely subdued and utterly helpless. He panted and puffed as he struggled forlornly, making his inhalation of their delicious scents all the more intoxicating, and making his cock rigid enough to tie a white flag to.

The women became thoroughly aroused as they demonstrated their absolute superiority over him; both taking turns to show him they could do it alone, so he was completely belittled. In a grand finale, Irma sat with her huge arse over his face whilst Angela locked his legs. He could just see his smiling housekeeper come over, through the splendid crevice in Irma's cheeks and felt the needle pierce him. Angela then took great delight in gently nursing his erect cock as he sniffed at the delicious scent of Irma's asshole; the scent of utter defeat. The women cheered as he blew a fountain of hot semen for them, at last submitting in absolute ecstasy, before the injection left him in a catatonic state; conscious but unable to resist.

Elaine was also nicely aroused by the spectacle, but noted that another drama was unfolding. The soft blonde t-girl was now wrapped in a sheet and nestling closely up to Clyde, who comforted her in a tight embrace; she was looking into his eyes as he held her warm and safe. Clyde had a healthy erection and had thought initially that seeing the dominant wrestlers was responsible, but now found he was harder than ever; he could not understand it, but was as helpless as Fox-Janner now was as he sniffed her hair and squeezed her deliciously feminine body.

They smiled softly at each other as he let go with one hand and gently put his hand down the front of her soft torso to find her little cock was also stiff and erect. The sissy spoke for the first time, her voice just slightly deeper than such a petit girl would normally be, but just as soft and effeminate, and somehow very sexy to Clyde's ears.

"Will you let me stay with you tonight, please...? I'm so scared; I promise I won't trouble you again if you find you don't want me." Clyde simply kissed her full on the lips and felt her whole body jump with excitement as he did so; he wanted her badly. 

When the two broke from the kiss they found the women smiling at them. The two didn't need to say anything, and Elaine nodded her approval with a smile as they left; Clyde would not need to be conquered by the women, he had conquered himself.

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Bird of Prey Ch. 14



The women now gave their full attention to the newly subdued mail; he would be like this permanently without the need for drugs within a few short weeks. Gloria retrieved some of the more expensive of the ex-owner's wine from a cabinet and the three stood triumphantly over Fox-Janner, who was pacified by the drug but able to comprehend what was happening as he knelt naked at the feet of the smugly satisfied women, his anus tingling with fear. Elaine prodded him with a toe to ensure she had his full attention as she downed another glass of his vintage Margaux.

"We have every last detail of your encounter on film; you'll sign everything you have over to us, and then we'll start you on a fresh new life. This will start after you've signed; we can send the film to many of your associates, or it can be announced that you've simply retired; either way, you will sign, but I want you to know you are signing - I could increase the drug and simply command you to sign, but there would be little fun in that. Irma here is going to take you to her nursing home for a few days to prepare you, and then you'll have one last ceremonial visit to Maiden Downs which we will all thoroughly enjoy." Irma was delighted to leash the subdued male; she had been well advised on how deserved he was of some harsh treatment, and had thoroughly enjoyed dominating him; in the privacy of the padded cells at her austere home, he would know domination again, many times. She smiled with deep satisfaction as she leashed him, making sure it was tight about his neck; he would know ownership immediately.  

"I'm so glad you've chosen to allow him to come with me for a few days, I guarantee he'll be ready for his 'tattoo' after a treatment programme at Birch House; he'll be allowed to recover from the drug periodically, and then treated to some more physical restraint; l have many large apprentice girls who will relish having him submit the way he did tonight, it's SO arousing. Edwina's offer to have him packaged abroad was a sweet idea; it would have been his just deserts, but Gloria will ensure the switch of roles here will ensure he is kept permanently reminded of his misdemeanour." Fox-Janner's brain bulged and contracted as he tried to keep track of all that was being said; 'tattoo'? What did they mean by that?

He felt the leash tugged hard as Maria arrived to look around Gloria's new house before taking the other women home, his feeling of defeat was tempered by the drug which was oh so nice; his cock stiffened as he looked at the beautiful globular ass which belonged to the woman who had him on a leash, its delicious scent had made him come so vigorously; she would have him lick it clean when he arrived at his place of treatment.

A smiling Gloria Trent made sure she was prominent in his departure; she opened what was once his front door as Irma led him naked and leashed to the private ambulance from Birch House which had arrived to take him for treatment. Two haughty and prim nurses were delighted to take him in, and he was strapped face down on the internal stretcher trolley. Though still dopey with the sedative drug, he squirmed in discomfort as one of the nurses took great pleasure in inserting a tubed rubber stop deep into his anus; he was given an enema during the journey. The two nurses smiled with even more pleasure as they took turns in squeezing hard the large reservoir bag, making the strapped male writhe in his bonds as his intestinal tract was forcefully invaded by a warm oily torrent. As the severe nurses continued their sublime rhythmic punishment, the motion and the drug ensured his erect cock was excited beyond control beneath him; the women laughed with delight as he gasped in ecstasy for the second time that evening and spent liberally as he travelled to his place of confined treatment.

Clyde lay in a state of pure mellow relaxation as he nuzzled the beautifully feminine sissy who held him tightly with her soft white arms. She dozed in between soft kisses with the male who now held her safe and secure. They had returned to Clyde's house where he had showered with the frightened t-girl; the warm water and the nestling of their erect cocks helping to soothe the pretty blonde as Clyde gently washed the stench of Fox-Janner from her, his erection hardening as he applied and washed the shower gel from the breasts and flanks of her soft hairless body. Her little cock stiffened and she raised the first real smile as he gently cleansed her soft little anus, a finger slipping into her inviting haven; the look in her pretty blue eyes told him this invasion was more than welcome, and she longed for more than his finger.

After rinsing her feminine body down he took great care in padding her dry as he was truly entranced by her delicate and sensual form. Her long hair dried sufficiently, she had led him through the open door of his bedroom having seen his bed. She helped him with every move, conscious that he had not entertained a transgender before; Clyde needed no coaxing and she sighed softly at the point where he had eased his rigid cock into her tight sweet anus for the first time. Clyde had gasped with pleasure as he probed deep and heard his new love whimper submissively, while he toyed with her soft hairless balls and little stiffly erect cock as he took her for the first time. Her soft body forced itself back on Clyde's thrusting cock as she cried out with pleasure as Clyde's toying made her squirt in submission from her little pink bell-end. Clyde moaned in ecstasy as he unloaded his balls into the soft white cheeks impaled on his cock, the orgasm he experienced like nothing he'd had before, he squeezed his sissy tight as he jetted his semen deep into the pretty blonde's asshole. On easing his messy cock out, the sissy turned and tightly embraced him; the comforting of this pretty little thing was as good as the sex for Clyde, they kissed long and hard and they lay in each-other's arms, the sissy fulfilled having been used like a girl once more; this time with genuine loving passion. Clyde was just astounded at the way he felt; he would never let her go now, she smiled and held him even tighter as he eased his finger into her anus as she dozed; it was now more than welcome there, the sissy had found a new owner and Clyde smiled as he felt her clench her anus on his finger. 

As Marjorie Proctor strode confidently toward the park in her tight skirt black stockings and new not-so-sensible shoes, she almost dragged her dog behind her, with her ample rear and thighs bustling within the tight skirt as she progressed, she felt a great deal of satisfaction as male eyes seemed to afford her a little more attention than was usual. Her mature pussy bulged with this new recognition and with anticipation at the thought of dominating the 'dog' that the Eastern woman would bring to the park. Her thoughts were tinged with a little sadness as her husband had declared he was to relinquish his membership at Maiden Downs Golf Club for some strange reason; it made her fantasy of borrowing the dog and taking him home a little more difficult, as the golf club was about the only time he left the house for any length of time. She would worry about that later; her pussy becoming more aroused as she neared the park; she could not know that the news she would receive there would have her close to orgasm.

As she plodded carefully in her sexy black shoes, up the slope of freshly cut grass to the trees where the usual crowd of women waited, her needy cunt bulged as she saw that the Eastern lady had just arrived; she adjusted her stride as she approached Gordon, strutting dominantly as she caught his eye. Gordon's cock stiffened as he saw her; she had been attractive enough before, he had sensed her natural dominance and thoroughly enjoyed humiliation at her hands. Now she looked every inch the dominatrix. Maria smiled as she saw her, and handed her a leaflet. 

"Look at you! You ARE becoming an independent woman; you might be interested in becoming a member of our club." Marjorie smiled back then looked at the leaflet and was amazed to see it was for Maiden Downs Golf Club.

"Oh, I'm not really into golf and my Saturdays are taken up with the Women's Voluntary Service; my dolt of a husband was a member but he's just left." Maria smiled.

"Oh, membership for ladies is now any day of the week, now there are ladies on the board; we intend that it become more of a special social club for 'free' women; several of the, shall we say 'more assertive' women here at the park, have joined; they're not really into golf either. More and more men like your husband will leave, but a few will stay, or be kept on; like my doggie Gordon here." She gave Gordon a cursory swipe with her cane before smiling back at Marjorie again. 

"Why, we might even be able to find you a doggie of your own; I've seen how much you enjoy training Gordon." Marjorie's cunt swelled and tingled as she signed the membership form immediately and took Gordon's leash; his balls would receive special treatment on this circuit.

Edwina took a special delight in dominating Baker; the fact that she had assumed his position on the board gave her an extra gratifying thrill as he lay naked and leashed on her bedroom floor, eagerly licking her feet. Her delicious cunt oozed and her asshole tingled in expectation of the service they would soon receive, as she sat with cane in hand, smartly chastising Baker with it if his tongue failed to perform to her standards. His cock ached for relief as he neared her huge thighs several minutes later; the sight and exquisite scent of the dominant woman's cunt made him make the fatal mistake of not performing as per his mistress's desires, that expectant cunt buzzed with pleasure as she fetched him yet another stripe across his buttocks; she was as eager as he to have her most intimate places worshipped, but he would learn complete obedience, her absolute dominance over him demanded no less. She smiled with satisfaction as he retreated slightly to lather the miniscule part of her thigh he had missed, as the latest red stripe blossomed across his cheeks. She looked at him and thought how proud she'd be to parade him in the boardroom with the other male pets when the women took full control; the ceremony had been discussed and she was well aware of the plans they had for Fox-Janner on this day, his humiliation and punishment would eclipse that of the other males, and they would see just how ruthless and permanent woman's dominance was. The thought was too much for her; she pulled Baker toward the urgently needy cunt which would wait no longer; he needed no further prompting, the exquisite scent of her sumptuous flower drew him like a moth to moonlight, he had been obedient and would now be rewarded. She would allow him to enjoy her taste and scent until she had reached the point of no return; he would then be allowed to humble himself in worshipping the deliciously savoury tang of her asshole as she brought herself off in an ecstasy of dominant control. If Baker was seen to have performed accordingly, he would be allowed to ejaculate in honour of his mistress whilst sampling the heavenly delights of her hot anus; whether he was lucky enough to achieve this as he squirmed on the sheets, or by humiliating himself by use of hand, the outcome would be the same; the event would be brought to a crescendo in his illustrious mistress awarding him a severe thrashing for losing control in her presence. He would know absolute domination from Mistress Edwina Markham, and she would enjoy him until the novelty wore off; total slavery or worse awaited him

Gordon, Baker and Dunton had all given some interesting insights on the remaining members of the board, whilst the women enjoyed breaking and training them; things which the women would now work on; Though Gordon had told all he could several times, Angela delighted in teasing her former employer; he was always reminded of his prior pompousness and she would relentlessly probe him for information knowing full well he could give no more, as he lay bound and encased in a rubber cocoon, only his nose, mouth, and cock exposed; his rigid member would be teased to the point of sweet ejaculation, only for the rubber goddess to deny him that divine ecstasy, laughing with derision as he whined and begged for relief; semen dribbling from his tortured member as it stood up rudely from the black rubber form which squirmed like a chrysalis, yearning to shoot his seed for the woman who owned him. His exposed nose and mouth were put to good use as the tease was increased; other members of Angela's rubber circle would unzip their sweaty cunts and assholes, straddling the bound slaves face with spread cheeks; Gordon had been punished severely on several occasions, having messed without physical contact under such circumstances. The rich scent of many a large and mature woman's aroused cunt and asshole being too much for him; how they laughed at his pathetic loss of control as he shot his load of white cream by 'remote control' and then enjoyed being party to his thrashing later. When Gordon did maintain control, the game was that he had to guess who the deliciously aroused cunt belonged to, as his face was used to bring the owner off; each time he guessed wrong he would be stroked to the point of eruption once more, and then denied as an audience of rubber clad women enjoyed his pleading. Gordon was OK when sniffing and lapping at the familiar scents of Gloria and the shop-girls, but Angela would often have him christen new members; with no chance of guessing correctly his misery and Angela's delight was ensured.



Bird of Prey Ch. 15



Miles Dunton sniffled like a child as he was led out once more to Lana's whipping post; Lana smiled with spiteful satisfaction as he begged the buxom woman not to punish him, his feeble protests only serving to make her cunt juice with excitement. Penny was on hand to document any information and Maria was on hand to gleefully assist in strapping the weak and submissive male to the post, naked and whimpering, though his cock was already rudely erect in fear and anticipation of a thrashing that would make him spend there at the pole.

Maria smiled wickedly at him as she ensured the straps would not allow him to sag and cheat the lash; she had a further treat for Miles that day. After his whipping he would accompany her to the Equestrian Centre, where a select group of ladies would be in attendance, in preparation for their imminent membership of the Golf Club; membership of the Equestrian Centre was thrown in free, and the select ladies were as eager to attend there as at the golf club, the select ladies being those who had expressed a special interest in the canine activity. After twelve lashes Miles was already begging for mercy, though by the same token was close to submissively shooting his first load. Lana sneered with pleasure as she walked round the post, naked, as was her preference when using the bullwhip; Miles humped at the post as she sauntered past, her globular breasts and ass cheeks exciting him no end as they wobbled delectably as she whisked the vicious whip back and forth. Miles' attention was then caught by Maria who had disappeared into the house and was now walking back across the lawn; she too, naked, but smiling broadly as she carried something black and mask like. Lana roared with laughter as Miles was shown the doggie outfit he would wear for the first time. Miles now clung to the whipping post as though it were a safe haven; he guessed at the humiliation he would be put through, as Maria displayed the outfit on the lawn and smiled up at him.

"You'll make a splendid doggie for the ladies at the club; you'll do just as they command and enjoy being dominated by some very ordinary women who have been strong enough to realise their assertiveness. It will be good therapy for you and the ladies; why, we may even find a new owner for you amongst them, you'll be of no use to us when we've whipped the last bits of information from you." The two were joined by Penny who put her hands between Miles legs and held his balls. 

"You must try harder to remember the name of that club that Kelvin Adams frequented; it could be very significant in our discovering what he's into. I think another twelve lashes should help you; fancy making poor Lana work so hard." Miles' cock pulsed and he almost came as the fragrant and commanding Penny gave his balls a squeeze before she and Maria moved clear to allow him the pleasure of the whip. Miles squirmed against the post and the bonds which held him as the mistress of the whip sent the spiteful leather cord whistling toward him once more. Lana's naked cunt squirmed between her huge thighs with the action of the delivery, accentuating the pulse of pleasure she experienced as she watched the whip snake home and bite the bound and submissive male. Miles humped at the post and whined in a mixture of pain and sordid pleasure as he watched Maria's smile of enjoyment as he was punished, and thought of the deliciously large woman who had caused his pain. His cock went rigid and slid gloriously against the leather clad post as the next lash was delivered. 

Oh how he wanted to remember the name of that club, if only to please the shapely Penny. His balls tingled uncontrollably as Lana delivered the third stinging lash with gusto, and he viewed the doggie suit he would wear in complete humiliation later. Whipped by a naked woman, and then walked like a dog by laughing housewives; as the whip kissed the flesh of his buttocks, the thought of the utter humiliation became suddenly divine as his bell-end pulsed between belly and pole. Miles Dunton's balls pumped in ecstasy as he squirmed against the bonds and unleashed his mess in absolute ecstasy; Lana sneered and whipped the lash back and forth quickly, so that he would receive the full stinging benefit of the lash as he blew his seed for her. Miles quivered all over as he spent many times whilst the whip punished him and he eyed the humiliating suit which lay like a flat gun-dog. Then it hit him; 'Pointers' was the name of the club. Penny clasped her hands and laughed along with the other two women as Miles' screamed out 'Pointers' as though it were a safe word. Lana was oblivious to safe words, and ensured Miles received the twelve lashes he'd been prescribed. 

Miles' punishment had been stingingly painful but any wounds were superficial; he was hosed down by a satisfied Lana, padded dry by Penny, and then eagerly fitted with the doggie suit by Maria. Miles' cock was soon stiff again as he was walked in turn by the three laughing women, he was now enduring a level of humiliation not experienced before; he had become familiar with these brutal women, and his cock stiffened as he was shown how to perform by them, but the shame of being a dog for an unknown group of housewives would be acute. His submissive side had his balls tingling as a smiling Maria led him to her car and opened the rear hatch; he would sit quietly in the back, behind he safety bars, he would have time to think about the lowly dog he had become.  

Marjorie felt a little cheated as she marvelled at the fiercely independent woman that was Elaine; she was one of five women specially selected by Maria on her dog walking escapade who the redhead had shown round the golf store, before treating them to yet more wine at the Equestrian Centre; these select women has shown certain desired characteristics of which Maria was very clever at recognising. Marjorie was fast recognising the lifestyle she could be having, and Elaine and her circle would do their best to see that she attained it; the five had been shown how the golf store was really run, and Marjorie had been well and truly aroused as they had sampled Angela's complete control of Gordon, the sneering housewives watching as he cleaned the toilet in his maid's uniform, his owner stood over him with a cane, while she had him tell them of what position he formerly held, and how it was only correct that he should now be where he was. Now here at the centre, behind the scenes away from the oblivious eyes of normal paying customers, it was not only Marjorie's attire which had realised an erotic edge; her neglected and under-serviced cunt bulged with excitement, and moistened nicely in her newly acquired silk thong panties as she watched the equestrian ladies dominate their male servants oh so naturally. She was determined to indulge her urges and could no know that Maria had arranged that just this would happen. 

As the car approached the centre, Maria spoke sternly to miles, whose balls buzzed with trepidation, a lump in his throat as he faced an open yet equally sublime humiliation.

"Just you remember how doggies greet each-other in the street; you'll be completely obedient and do as the chosen lady says. We know how submissive you are, if you are a good boy you may earn a treat, if you do not obey, I will have your balls."

Elaine got a huge thrill as she saw Maria arriving with the new dog; she knew how pathetically submissive Miles Dunton was, and had learned of his paid use of commercial dominatrix; now he was being treated to the real thing, and his next experience would show him raw domination. Marjorie was eager to join to the other four, who were equally intent on putting their newly awakened keenness into practice, and were being shown down to an area amongst the equestrian goddesses by a buxom and severe yet smiling member of their ilk. Her advance was halted by Elaine who held her hand, then placed a wicked looking cane into it.

Elaine smiled broadly as she turned Marjorie to face an entrance door to an adjoining enclosed paddock; Marjorie's grip tightened on the cane as she saw a grinning Maria waiting by the door, a cowering and leashed hound awaiting deserved chastisement at her feet. The lips of Marjorie's bulging cunt seemed to be caressed by the thong as she walked, cane in hand ready to administer punishment, Elaine laughing on seeing Miles Dunton in the humiliating suit for the first time.

"Oh doesn't he make a delightful doggie? I know he's ripe for some stern attention; Maria and I will oversee you putting him through his paces, to make sure he does completely as he is commanded, and then you may wish to see that he is properly house-trained." Elaine smirked as Marjorie's cunt buzzed at the final suggestion, she licked her lips as she saw Miles' balls hanging, as Maria made the cur jump through a hoop, so inviting; they were ready to swing as a cane was smartly applied.

"Why I'd love the opportunity, but its mid-day and..." Elaine cut in. 

"....and no-one else will be at home till at least seven this evening; you see Maria knew your husband would be at the golf club today- he's normally there till about three - she has arranged a special free tournament with a few free drinks etc., ensuring he and a few other unwanted partners will remain otherwise engaged." Marjorie took a deep and exhilarating breath, her nipples hardening with excitement as she thought of her bed being put to good use. Elaine cemented the decision for her. 

"Miles Dunton is extremely submissive and has recently paid some horrid professional woman to show him who's boss; he would appreciate genuine domination from a woman who has recently discovered her superiority, both of you will sweetly enjoy the novelty from opposite ends of the cane." Miles looked up at the woman approaching with Elaine; his cock swelled rudely as he was pleasantly surprised; just the one woman with her, and the housewife with the cane had a stern look which confirmed her natural dominance, his balls tingled as he thought of being in total submission to her; the full but feminine body stood on long black-stocking legs and sexy stilettos which clacked on the walkway as she closed in on him, he was now relishing being humiliated and dominated by her. Maria smiled wickedly as she spied his now rigid cock as it stretched the doggie suit, and thrashed him six times with her cane to gain his attention. 

"This is Madam Marjorie who will be your mistress for today; Elaine and I will enjoy watching your immediate humiliation which will begin now. Beg for your mistress!" Elaine and the Marjorie laughed and clapped as Maria swiped Miles' ass as he assumed a doggie begging position, as coached by Marie. His cock pulsed as he was immersed in the most divine humiliation; leashed and dressed as a dog at the feet of three laughing women, caned and treated as nothing. He was close to disgracing himself within the elasticated suit as he yearned for the next command; he knew what this would be, but could only imagine what this outwardly ordinary, but obviously dominant woman would have in store for him. 

Elaine smiled wickedly at Maria as the two dominants prepared for the humiliation that Miles yearned for, and that which would let Marjorie know she had well and truly arrived as a dominatrix. They walked over to a large fish-eye mirror and stood Marjorie at an angle to it, so that she, they and especially Miles, had a full view. Elaine smiled at Marjorie as she and Maria lifted the rear of her skirt. 

"Trust me; this doggie wants to be owned by you." Miles panted as he waited for the command; Maria's cunt slithered in her cat-suit as she stood over Miles with her cane at the ready.

"You'll now greet your mistress in doggie fashion; greet her and show how lowly you are!" Miles' cock dribbled in the suit as he looked up at the glorious thong in the crack of Marjorie's ass as he assumed the begging position once more, then probed the nose of the mask up to his new mistress's asshole; the tubes in the mask's nose cleverly acted as an extension of his own, and he longed to be allowed to come there and then as he took in her tangy womanly scent for the first time. Marjorie looked sternly at him in the reflection as her cunt juiced to full arousal; it was her there, cane in hand, an adult male in complete submission to her, dressed as a dog and obediently sniffing her asshole like the worthless cur he was. She could not wait to get him home where he would pay for being so rude. 

Elaine and Maria laughed in triumph as Miles did perfectly well in humiliating himself; they sneered as the wretch sniffed long and hard; his cock rigid as he acknowledged his complete submission to a woman he had never met before; he looked at his own humiliating reflection and basked in his admission of complete and utter female superiority. Laughing, Maria eased him away with the leash, and passed it to Marjorie. She was in seventh heaven; her cunt slipped in the thong as she gladly put miles through his paces round the paddock, his ball were chastised regularly, and he absorbed the pain willingly. The two watching women made sure his humiliation was brought home as they clapped and cheered every command he followed or failed to follow. When he found himself being loaded into the rear of Marjorie's car, he nearly shot his load as he realised he was to serve her intimately. His cock dribbled, messing the suit as his eyes met with Marjorie's in the rear-view mirror as she drove him to her house; her cunt oozed into the already soaking thong, as she thought of a mask-less doggie sniffing her exposed asshole. 

The situation seemed surreal to Marjorie as she marched the dog-suited submissive male on his leash past familiar objects in the house she had lived in for so many years. Miles followed eagerly and obediently up to a bedroom which up until now had only been inhabited by the same two people for thirty-two years; it housed a bed which had seen precious little sex for many a year, and nothing like what it was about to witness. Marjorie looked at the clock; one-thirty! Her cunt tingled like it had when she was eighteen as she looked down at Miles, who was kneeling and prostrate at her feet; as she looked again triumphantly down the length of her black stockings, she was ready to dominate.

Miles nuzzled at her stilettos in the cumbersome mask; his humiliation had been glorious but he now wished to be rid of the suit so that he may worship this woman who had controlled him so confidently. Marjorie was rampant, and had thought the situation may have proved awkward, but the cur at her feet was as submissive as Elaine had suggested, she was like a child with a new toy, and was as anxious as he to be served.

"Take off that mask and the rest of the suit; l want to see what a worthless creep you are; you'll not hide inside that costume any more, I now know you're a dog and I intend to be a complete bitch!" Her cunt dribbled as she amazed herself with her own words and whipped him with the cane to hurry him along. Miles wasted no time in stripping naked, and Marjorie strutted about him, prodding him with the cane.

"You'll remove my skirt and panties now, and be quick about it." Miles' cock stood rudely up as he sniffed at her womanly scent whilst releasing her skirt; it bolted to a straining rigidity as he peeled the sodden thong from her beautifully mature cunt and took in the full aroma of her arousal. Marjorie began to pant heavily as she watched his eager cock bob, the bell-end glistening with lubrication; she was now completely in her element and thoroughly enjoying her control over him. She turned and knelt on the bed on all fours, leaving Miles to view her deliciously rounded ass, bulging sweaty cunt and invitingly sticky asshole; Miles was close to whining for mercy as he sniffed at the air, not daring to lean forward without his stern mistress's permission; her tease was divine, each tangy whiff he managed to capture had his balls heaving in need of relief. She sneered as she sensed his torture. 

"So, you like to be a doggie and sniff intimate places? I think you should beg for the privilege of sniffing this bitch's asshole; if you're a good boy I may let you lick it clean, and my cunt too... BEG!" Miles showed no hesitation whatsoever; he knew his place amongst women and to lick this one clean was a heavenly humiliating task he would relish.

"Please Mistress Marjorie, I beg you. Please let me sniff and lick your asshole." Marjorie's cunt visibly bulged in anticipation, and her asshole squeezed and opened, driving Miles close to the edge as he waited for the response he hoped for. Marjorie savoured the moment; she was in complete control now, she was about to have a submissive male lick her cunt and asshole for the very first time and she would thoroughly enjoy every single moment of her domination of him. She slowly pushed backwards, careful not to give the response too quickly; she was getting immense pleasure from being in absolute control and her moist and fragrant cunt bulged and tingled as she peeped back to see Mile's quivering with anticipation, his stiff cock rigid as he too was in a heaven of his own. 

"Lick my asshole! I want it cleaned and refreshed, in and out; if you fail to perform satisfactorily, you'll have an extra caning." Miles' balls tingled at the thought of an 'extra' caning; he now knew to expect a thrashing anyhow, and his glistening bell-end dribbled as relished a caning from this magnificent woman who was growing more superior by the minute. There was little chance he would earn any extra caning; Marjorie would now bear witness to the fact that Miles' forte was ass-licking; many a professional dominatrix had laughed and belittled the submissive cur as he lovingly performed this most base and humiliating act, which he could not get enough of. His bone hard cock was close to shooting as he now honoured the gloriously savoury asshole of a woman who appeared ordinary to outsiders, but was now showing her obviously genuine dominance to him; a worthless and submissive male.

Miles gasped and dribbled as Marjorie went down on one elbow, opening the crack of her globular ass even further, allowing a fresh fragrance from the sweaty crack as miles lapped at the tangy essences for the first time, Marjorie tensed and fingered her slippery cunt with her free hand as she sampled the delectable feeling of having her asshole licked for the first time, licked by a male she was in complete control, licked by a male who she would thrash and dominate with her cane. Miles had to use all his restraint as he cock peaked and went into spasm many times as his tongue caressed the delicious ring; this was a thousand times more sensual and fulfilling than any domme he'd been with before, he truly wished to become permanently owned by Marjorie. Marjorie moaned and gasped, pushing her asshole back into Miles' face as he now probed deep into her hot and sweaty anus; she felt absolutely supreme, dominant beyond question as she eyed the cane on the bed.

"Oh! I am so going to thrash you!" Miles' balls tingled in blind submission as he listened to his stern mistress's voice and poked his tongue to maximum length as she nursed her wet and eager cunt. But his cock would be of service first. Miles' whimpered as she pulled her asshole clear and barked at him urgently; her cunt would wait no longer.

"Get up her and lie on your back on the bed, and bring those panties with you!" She grinned and sneered like a woman possessed as tied the sodden panties about his face; he gratefully sniffed at the sweaty tangs as she now straddled him, taking his stiff cock into the depths of her sweaty cunt. Miles' was now in a position he had rarely been awarded before; he was allowed full penetration as his new mistress queened him, and there was no doubt who the monarch of the two was. Miles watched her glorious full breasts heave up and down, as her beautifully mature cunt slipped and caressed his cock to oblivion.




Bird of Prey Ch. 15



"Don't you dare come until I'm pleased; you'll then come and I'll have you lick your mess from me!" Marjorie slapped her buxom body up and down on Miles relentlessly as he held back for dear life; taunting and belittling him as her cunt prepared to suck the seed from him. Fortunately for Miles, the frenzy of her ecstatic dominance and the rare occurrence of a stiff cock, had her moaning with absolute pleasure in no time at all; she grasped the cane and cut the air with it as she ground down on Miles in a deeply satisfying orgasm; her blissfully pleased smile at Miles was the only command he needed. As he sniffed at the heavenly scent of the panties, he writhed and pumped with what little movement he could manage, as Marjorie cruelly pinned him to the bed; as he whined, she laughed and lifted herself just an inch or so.

"I'll have your seed now."

She sneered and held her pose like any professional woman Miles had been with, as he humped between mattress and dominant torso, and then moaned like a speared animal as he erupted into her slippery cunt, messing like he'd never have sex again, shooting wads of semen as he snorted on the delicious scent of the panties. Marjorie smiled as his limp cock, slipped from her messy cunt, spent and defeated. She walked on her knees and miles pulled his arms tight against his body as she straddled his head. Marjorie laughed in triumph as Miles lapped his salty mess from her lush crevice.

Miles was caned several times as Marjorie watched the clock. Both enjoyed several fulfilling orgasms. Marjorie's sense of spite was well and truly awoken as she enjoyed toying with Miles, the way a normally sedate cat will when it has captured a mouse, playing with it and keeping it just barely alive ensuring it endures the full horror of its predicament. She was in control of an inferior now; no longer the placid housewife and had complete command over Miles, who was willing to offer absolute obedience in a delightfully perverse recognition of her erotically charged superiority. She sneered with abject satisfaction as he squirmed to yet another submissive orgasm while she whipped the vicious rattan down without mercy; her absolute pleasure matched only by her slave's ecstasy as he wallowed in divine submission and his own mess, which he shot liberally in honour of defeat.



Bird of Prey Ch. 16



Marjorie was still horny as Miles obediently patted her dry after they had showered in the wet room; he had done everything as per her commands to the letter, which swelled not only her cunt, but her sense of dominance. This was a lifestyle she would want to continue, and she had already developed affection for the cur, in the way you might for a dog or cat; her superiority and his worthlessness were now fully confirmed. Miles looked up at her between patting her calves and ankles dry and kissing her feet; she sneered down and lifted her eyebrows in acknowledgement that he wished to say something

"Please Mistress Marjorie... will I be allowed to be of service to you again?" She giggled in a derisory fashion as the pathetic male kissed her feet over and over, in an attempt to sway favour, though Marjorie had long decided she kept the cur waiting and enjoyed the moment as he continued to humble himself. 

"I think there may be occasions where I may wish to allow you to service me; first you will assist in helping me dispose of my dolt of a husband." She would utilise Miles' facilities when her husband's present membership at the golf club expired, Marjorie was now fully aware of why he was terminating it; the use of the unused bed in her own house had been symbolic and deeply gratifying, her dominance realised, she had been serviced by another man's cock in it, whilst he was under her complete control. In future, this would be the only way any cock would be allowed entry to the supremely feminine portal of her womanhood. 

Irma Grant was slowly spoiling the crisp white panties under her equally crisp white Head-Matron's uniform as she studied the clipboard with the details about her latest patient; Aubrey Fox-Janner. He really had been a nasty bit of work in respect of his relationships with all things feminine; his brutal treatment of the t-girl which she herself had witnessed was just the tip of the iceberg. She had learned from Gloria Trent how he had abused her daughter when she was in a particularly vulnerable state, and research into the 'nieces' he had so casually introduced to Gordon at the golf shop, revealed that one was an 18 year old waif, and the other another softly effeminate t-girl. Stupidly, Fox-Janner being an arrogant and chauvinistic pig, he had kept dossiers on his conquests which Gloria had infiltrated. Contact with many of those abused had been made, and each was more than willing to divulge sordid details of thrashings and forced penetrations, buggery and sadistic torture. The contacts were more than eager to relay details on their assurance that this was a covert, private investigation free from the public eye, that those who wished to could witness him being punished to confirm to them that this was no elaborate trick on his part, and that they would be immediately freed from the extortionate loans he had given them; the basis by which he had enjoyed such a hold over them.

Irma tutted as she mused over this final point; as though his sexual depravation and absolute chauvinism had not been enough, the bastard was also taking great delight in extorting monies too. She smiled with satisfaction and her cunt tingled and oozed into her now creamy white gusset as her hand moved swiftly to the tick-box at the bottom of the treatments list. With a great sense of justification, enhanced by her female superiority, she ticked the box with the zigzag symbol; she would take great pleasure in being in attendance when Fox-Janner learned what this treatment was. 

Fox-Janner had awoken in a brightly lit, very large cell with padded walls and a thick mat covered, sprung floor; the room was like a cross between a prison and a gymnasium. There were padded doors within the room which he guessed would conceal equipment or access to other rooms; the only obvious access was a door with a square plate-glass window in it, through which he occasionally saw the smiling face of female warders. The room was kept at a perfect ambient temperature, allowing him no discomfort at being naked. Occasionally, a hidden camera would click into action, projecting its film at the wide expanse of ceiling; Fox-Janner was filled with a mixture of anger and fear as the show depicted executions of males; some historic, some from obviously private sources. He tried to look away from the hangings, beheadings and use of instruments such as the guillotine and garrotte, but could not hide his sense of doom. The smiling faces at the door beamed with satisfaction as they noted his cock swell while he watched a male jerk at the end of a rope; after just the one session with Irma and the one injection, he was already responding to treatment. 

The initial drug having completely worn off, Fox-Janner summoned up what chauvinistic anger he had left as the door was opened and two young, full-bodied nurses entered the room and closed the door behind them with a resounding clunk. One had a bag which she opened and took a huge syringe from; filling it with a drug from a phial and squirting it menacingly in the air with a ubiquitous smile. He tensed as the two then discarded uniforms and shoes, to reveal naked amazonic bodies adorned with just a black silk belt above their curvaceous hips; their cunts shaven and expressed boldly as they relished Fox-Janner's initial treatment at Birch House. The scenario at his home was still fresh in his mind, as he tried to muster what courage and anger he had left as one of the smiling Amazons approached him. She smiled oh so gently at him.

"You will be a good boy and take your medicine without any fuss won't you?" The other nurse laughed and pointed to his cock, in a deliberate act of humiliation.

"You'll not scare anyone with that pathetic excuse for a cock, you just get your sorry ass over here and take your injection before I come and spank you!" The tormenting bitches smiled and their cunts moistened as the bewildered male's face expressed the want to take his hand to the girl, yet also expressed fear which had them both exited. The closer of the two continued. 

"Just get your ass over there now, or I'll make you beg for the injection; we don't want to keep the nurse in the execution room waiting." Though there was nowhere to go, Fox-Janner attempted to bolt for the closed door as the vision of the filmed executions flooded his tormented mind; he was immediately tripped and the two Amazons were now fully aroused as they were now granted their sport. The first bitch dropped to floor on top of the soon to be defeated wretch; embracing him in a naked clasp as her accomplice laughed and eagerly waited her turn, watching as the large but firm breasts other friend, the nipples hard with excitement, stabbed at the males back as he was placed in the first of many excruciatingly painful strangle holds. Fox-Janner whimpered pathetically as the amazon twisted and squeezed his body to breaking point, turning him to a point where her moist cunt had first touched the mat; his cock stiffened as he captured a whiff of the gloriously scented cunt of the woman who would now dominate him to a humiliating submission. He would not have to wait long before he was treated to the full and delightful smell and taste of victorious cunt. She treated him to exquisite pain as his neck, back and limbs were tensioned to snapping point; the two laughing with absolute pleasure as he was reduced to tears like a small boy. 

His cock stiffened like the bones in danger of being broken, as at last his head went between huge supple thighs and his nose and mouth were pressed tight into the delicious captivation of an aroused cunt and sticky asshole. The Amazon locked his head with her muscly calves as Fox-Janner sniffed and was forced to lick her needy and tingling cunt and sweetly perspiring anus. She smiled with spiteful dominance as she squeezed his face into the glory of her womanhood.

"When I release you, you'll beg for your injection; you'll address me as mistress and then you'll be treated to a 'warming down' session by my colleague. You'll then be taken to the Tattoo Mistress and then to the execution room." Fox-Janner was now well on his way to utter defeat; his stiff cock dribbled as he gasped for breath on being released from the heavenly suffocation of a superbly dominant woman's cunt. The women laughed with contempt as he graciously snivelled his request at the superior woman's command. 

"I beg you mistress, please inject me." The spiteful nurse strutted over and smiled with absolute pleasure as he was released from the hold and lay defeated on his back; the first Amazon straddled his head and allowed him to lick her asshole as her friend straddled his thighs and took great pleasure in siting the injection at the base of his stiff cock. The Amazons' cunts dripped with erotic pleasure as his grunts of pain were muffled by the former's sticky asshole; she edged back and enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying orgasm as she ground her victorious cunt into his face. The second Amazon then took complete control of him as the drug began to take effect; quickly, she subjected him to more twisting pain while he could still appreciate it, before having her cunt and asshole licked to orgasmic satisfaction, in honour of her part in his defeat. 

Irma's panties were now hopelessly spoiled as she viewed the ensuing treatment through the glass, but she would not offer them to one of the worthier inmates of Birch House just yet; further treatment would be applied to Fox-Janner today, which would render those panties completely sodden; a lucky inmate would masturbate to the full whiff of arousal and excitement when she was ready to discard them. The smiling Amazons now leashed the docile male, whose cock remained rigid and denied, though he had yearned to come on realisation of his utter defeat; he would be allowed that pleasure later, and would come like never before. He moaned through his drugged stupor as the bitch who had administered the syringe took great pleasure in easing a greased plug into his anus.

"There! That'll remind you who's in control; we'll have that tattoo now." Fox-Janner now did just as he was told, but was painfully aware of all about him as he was led on all fours on a leash from the padded room down a corridor by the two smiling Amazons, who remained unashamedly naked; the sight of the delicious asses he had submitted to, quivering and flexing magnificently, keeping his cock rigid as it swung and bobbed below him. Other nurses seemed oblivious to the two, but looked on him with utter contempt, smiling knowingly as he progressed for further treatment. 

He was taken into a room where a shapely yet somehow sinister middle aged woman sat amongst an array of needles and ink jars; her high cheek-boned face bore a permanent sneer, her jet-black hair making her seem witch-like. She pursed her bright red lips as she uncrossed her long legs, which bore the artistry of her work; delicate and intricate patterns were distributed amongst the exposed flesh of her body, indicating that Birch House was not her only source of income. She greeted the two and pointed to the couch beside her. The subdued male was ordered to lay down on it, and one of the Amazons was glad to grab his stiff cock and pull it back, allowing the tattoo mistress free access to the area just above the root of his cock. Swiftly, she used an electric razor and removed all hair from the area; a sterile fluid which stung and made his cock pulse was then applied before he was jabbed and inked with his Birch House patient number. The black haired woman smiled with satisfaction as she viewed the treatment sheet. 

"I see I'll have the pleasure of viewing his balls again; he's down as a 'zigzag'; I do hope he enjoys his treatment here, he must have earned it." The three laughed in sinister fashion as the newly tattooed patient was ordered down from the couch and led further down a corridor. He was led on all fours up to a huge black door. The two smiled at him in devilish fashion as they stood by the door, then he was ordered to sniff their cunts; their fresh arousal was so plainly obvious to his nose, and his tortured cock stiffened as he yearned for relief. The two giggled wickedly as his nose was pressed to their moist slits in succession and he was then made to give their assholes a swift lick. 

"As you can tell, we're very excited and pleased with what is about to happen." They laughed as the door was swung open and he was led into a dimly lit black room, where an audience of women sat. His heart missed a beat and his balls tingled with fear as he saw they sat facing a gallows.

The crowd of women smiled with absolute delight as they witnessed the terrified expression on his face; this torture was justified, he had been evil to all things effeminate, and he must pay. Every woman there held a deeply felt passion and yearning to see Aubrey Fox-Janner swing; cunts moistened in unison and some of the women openly toyed with their excited and bulging lips as he was led quaking toward the noose, their scent permeating the room and ensuring his cock remained rigid. A pool of black silk lay beneath the noose and he was ordered to stand in the middle of it. The smiling Amazons took great pleasure in ensuring his ankles were bound and his wrists were tied smartly behind his back; he would not reach up and prevent being hanged. His erect cock stiffened and his anus clenched at the plug as he viewed the audience of smiling women; he found some of them vaguely familiar. He gasped in terror as the black silk he stood in was lifted up his body and tied above his head; this was a death shroud, a cock hole fitted, the women laughed with pleasure as the only part of his body to be exposed was his manhood itself. Though the women could no longer see his squirming and terrified face, he could see through the silk, and quivered with fear as Gloria Trent approached, clad in a black latex cat-suit, black lipstick and thick black mascara; he had no idea that the house-keeper he had treated so badly could become such an erotic vision of dominant womanhood. Her next action confirmed she was even more than that; she smiled with supreme contentment, her mature cunt buzzing and oozing in the luxuriant latex as she had the pleasure of slipping the noose over his head, slipping the knot tight against his neck.

"Yes Aubrey, you shall hang for me today, but someone else is to send you on your way." Fox-Janner wanted to defecate, such was his fear, but the tight plug which blocked his anus prevented this. It nearly burst free as one of the Amazons pulled the other end of the silky cord tight, to ensure his neck was not broken when the trap made its delicious announcement that Fox-Janner was swinging. He gasped again when another beautiful women dressed in black silk to match his shroud strode positively forward; Gloria Trent's daughter. She smiled at her abuser with utter contempt, as he viewed her shapely ass in the black silk and remembered how he'd thrashed it; she would certainly have repayment in full now, as she readied herself by the trap-door lever. 

"I now have the utmost pleasure in serving deserved justice upon this disgusting excuse of a human being; please all now enjoy his first execution dance of death." Without further ado she smartly jammed the lever across and the trap slammed open; the women all rose, laughing and cheering as Fox-Janner danced in the black shroud at the end of the rope, drowning out his strangulated whine of terror as the delicious cord bit his neck and his toes searched in vain for the floor. 

Irma ticked boxes as she watched his performance with immense satisfaction. Gloria Trent now stood by the pit he danced over and took his rigid cock in his hand. 

"You'll now give me the satisfaction of seeing you spend; I intend to being complete control of you as you go; I own you now, and you may meet me once more in another hell somewhere. I shall thoroughly enjoy watching you expel your last as the rope takes you." He squirmed and the plug held back his excrement, while his balls pulsed tightly up against his groin as Gloria nursed his rudely erect cock giving him a level of pleasure he could not understand. As he watched the sneering clapping women, he squirmed against his tight bonds as the rope tightened exquisitely about his neck, notch by notch as the gallows creaked under his weight. Gloria now worked his cock urgently as Irma nodded with a wicked smile; her panties would be a delicious gift worthy of a flood of semen from an inmate that erotically charged evening. 

Fox-Janner was close to passing out as his cock was worked to oblivion; he groaned in muffled ecstasy and swung deliriously on the rope as the women cheered his glorious loop of come, which snaked down into the pit below, and spoilt the shiny black silken death shroud. Gloria laughed in triumph as he squirmed in absolute ecstasy, jetting his semen in complete submission as he struggled in vain for breath in an effort to prolong his divine ecstasy; all went dark.

Fox-Janner awoke with a start, and instantly cried like a baby as he lay on the floor of the white padded room; he was still in the black shroud, his wrists and ankles bound, the plug which had stopped him shitting himself still there. As he rolled slightly he felt something new; his cock was now caged. Though his bound wrists stopped any chance of masturbation, the cage fully brought home the fact that his entire body belonged to the women now. The camera clicked on, and men were hanged and beheaded once more. As he squirmed in his bonds he recalled the speech of Gloria's daughter; 'his first execution death dance'; was this a reprieve? Would he be 'executed' again? His cock did its best to rise in the cage as he felt the bonds and the silk; pre-cum dribbled from the plastic dome as he contemplated his fate.



Bird of Prey Ch. 17



Fox-Janner was subjected to continual torture at the hands of many dominant nurses, and learned to expect certain levels of pain, administered by certain wrestling holds, which culminated in him willingly smelling and licking the aroused cunts and assholes of those nurses which he came to fear. His cock cage was removed before each session, and he was more than relieved when the session culminated in him being milked in the padded room by the cruel and grinning nurses. He lived in fear of those sessions where his cock was left denied, his ass plugged, and the door was opened to allow his conveyance by the strutting and eager nurses to the execution room. Each scenario was slightly different, but the end was always so similar; a woman he had previously tormented would have the supreme pleasure of noosing him and operating the trap-door. Each time he swung he could not know if it would be the last; each time he spent with a force that hurt his balls, and his quivering body jerked before he passed out to the sound of laughing and jeering women who delighted in seeing him swing by the neck. None more delighted than Irma Grant, who ticked off her treatment list with deep satisfaction; the last injections Fox-Janner had been given were placebos; he was now doing just as he was told without the need for drugs. 

She took special pleasure in thrashing him once a week; having removed his cage before the cane was administered, she would delight in seeing him come as he squirmed under the cane. His last trip to the execution room had been deeply satisfying for all who witnessed it; the once cruel and pompous male had been brought whimpering through the black door by nurses who had donned black silk gowns and not plugged his asshole on this occasion. The grinning women remained deathly silent throughout, and all Fox-Janner could hear was his own pitiful whining, much to the satisfaction of the watching, smiling women who were deeply aroused by his torment. He was noosed and the trap operated without any speech and he truly believed that this was his last enjoyment of the rope. The smiling women twisted his body on the rope as he was milked, and the women's cunts oozed with pleasure as they noted a bulge in the rear of the silk and then watched as the silk flexed and bulged down by the feet; as semen shot from the front, Fox-Janner had shit himself freely before the women, his humiliation appreciated in full by every female present. He groaned in a newly discovered submissive ecstasy as he spent again and again while the silk death shroud bulged and flexed as he released his bowels in honour of female superiority. Their silence was now broken by rapturous laughter at his humiliation, the last spurts shooting gloriously from his cock as he was consigned by the rope to darkness. 

On coming around yet again, he was a completely broken man; he now wanted to the torture to end and was ready to beg to be allowed to remain on the rope. Irma gave him his weekly thrashing and took great pleasure in having him lick her sweetly aroused cunt to orgasm, which he did with relish; she had kept him caged on this occasion and he had begged for relief; Irma and the nurses present, laughed hysterically as the cage was removed and he gratefully masturbated at her feet, and then willingly licked his mess from her sandaled feet. Irma could now tick all the boxes; only the required zigzag treatment remained, she telephoned Elaine Calder.

The nurses now took great pleasure in simply contorting Fox-Janner's body with experimental holds as he offered no resistance; they gauged the effectiveness of each painful bend and strangulation by the level of cries from their beaten and defeated victim. His cock oozed from the restrictive cage as he was punished by the Amazons; he now thoroughly enjoyed his submission to the women, who now made him beg for the final hold where he was suffocated by their lusciously aroused and sweaty cunts. They enjoyed fulfilling orgasms as he now expertly and lovingly brought them off with his wiling tongue, ensuring their hot and sticky assholes were equally refreshed. 

On this day, his cock unfurled from the cage and stiffened to immediate rigidity as the cage had been removed and the door was opened by the smiling nurses, to begin his leashed journey on all fours to the execution room. His cock dribbled as he was walked down the corridor by the naked Amazons as it was lined either side by all the nurses who had been involved in his treatment, all equally naked; nipples poking out excitedly and cunts bulging invitingly as they applauded his journey. He knew today was different. When they reached the black door, the watching nurses laughed as he was made to sniff and lick the assholes of the two who led him. The one holding the leash pulled it tight after having her asshole licked for the second time that day, while the second bent down and held his balls with one hand, and stroked his stiff cock with the other; she wanted him to fully enjoy the announcement she knew her friend would deliver. The buxom and spiteful nurse pulled the leash to strangulation point and her cunt bulged visibly before the subdued male's eyes.

"This is the last time you'll pass through this door; we'll so miss inflicting pain on you." The throng of nurses laughed and jeered as Fox-Janner pissed on the floor in fear as the door was swung open; the nurse took great pleasure in almost dragging him through it, and he whinged in fear as the door was slammed behind him, leaving them in total darkness; the execution room unlit on this occasion.

An external door in the opposite end of the room creaked open, flooding the execution room with light. As Fox-Janner quivered in fear, he noticed that the room was empty; no women, no gallows. Through the open door strutted Elaine, Irma, and the tattoo lady. Elaine's cunt blossomed and tingled with pleasure as she saw what the tyrannical chairman had been reduced to; quivering naked and leashed by a naked nurse, he was a pathetic defeated figure. On recognising her he immediately kissed her feet, on the realisation that he may be released from this place of torture. Elaine's cunt moistened with spiteful pleasure. 

"I have come to take you back to Maiden Downs where your treatment will be completed and you will be handed over to your proposed owner; Gloria Trent. You are a lucky man indeed, Gloria wanting to keep you as a memento of her prior life, before inheriting your property; the alternative is a final meeting with a noose, are you ready to come with me?" He grabbed her feet and kissed them again as though she, who had condemned him to this place, was his saviour. The women sneered as he sobbed his reply. 

"Yes Mistress Elaine... I'm willing to do anything to leave here." Elaine was very excited now and smiled knowingly at the other women as she stood dominantly over him, her red tufted cunt tingling and scenting her silken panties. 

"So you'll willingly accept the final stage of your treatment when we arrive back? I have a little ceremony arranged for you when we get back; it will involve a trip to the Equestrian Centre first, to get suitably attired." The women were all nicely aroused; their dominance satisfied, on seeing the broken cur grip her feet as he cowered in complete submission and blurted out his pathetic reply. 

"Yes Mistress Elaine, I am willing to accept anything." He was walked through the door and taken through a graveyard filled with tombstones which were stark and bare apart from Birch House registration numbers; the resting places of males who would never leave. The smiling nurses took him into the back of a waiting ambulance for his trip to face his final treatment.

On arrival at the Equestrian Centre, Fox-Janner watched the glorious pencil-skirted redhead disappear inside the main building, whilst he was taken by two buxom madams in jodhpurs to a bridling area. They smiled with perverse pleasure as he was harshly buckled into a restrictive bridle, and saddled like a human horse; the women took great pleasure in teasing his dangling balls and erect cock with their crops. His attention was suddenly drawn to the stable door by the delicious sound of a horse-whip being cracked; Fox-Janner's cock stiffened as Elaine stood dominantly in the doorway, in her tight equestrian gear; he tingled in his newly submissive pleasure as he viewed the shapely red-head's beautiful strong thighs, curved hips and perfectly rounded ass, an ass which he knew would ride him like a beast of burden. He was loaded into a horse box with one of the women, who whipped him along for good measure, as Elaine and the other sat in the cab for the short trip to the golf club.

Hey stopped, not at the main entrance to the club house, but at the bottom entrance; Fox-Janner would enjoy a humiliating ride up the fairways to the clubhouse. Elaine's cunt bulged with supreme pleasure as she cracked her horse whip and mounted the defeated tyrant in triumph; the sweetest journey and the most divine humiliation would now begin. As soon as they entered the grounds he was aware that things had changed in the two months he'd been at Birch House; each fairway and green was alive with women, no men, who laughed and jeered at Elaine's makeshift stallion as he was ridden with rudely erect cock and balls dangling for all to see, his cock stiffer than ever as Elaine applied spurs liberally and took great pleasure in using the whip. He was close to coming at one point as he spied the wife of one of his oldest members walking a very obedient dog, which was obviously a man in a canine suit. Marjorie looked on Elaine's steed with a stern smile of satisfaction, before applying her cane to Miles' dangling balls, to ensure he behaved correctly, bade Elaine 'good day' then swiped Miles' balls once more to urge him on; her nipples erect in her silk blouse, betraying her succinct pleasure in dominating her hound. Her cunt which was just as excited would be licked and refreshed following their brisk walk. Elaine smiled and whipped her steed toward the clubhouse; the number of women enjoying Fox-Janner's well-deserved humiliation increasing as they grew closer; Elaine's womanhood bulged and the prominent camel-toe now showing a damp patch in her tight jodhpurs as she relished the final treatment of the deposed chairman.

Elaine unbuckled the saddle and harness as a crowd of women smiled with contempt at the pathetic figure Fox-Janner had become. As he knelt to have his facial bridle removed, Elaine to great delight in having him sniff the damp patch in her jodhpurs; the watching women laughed as his cock bobbed with the pleasure of taking in the fiercely dominant woman's scent. He was led into the boardroom where he was bemused but not surprised to see all the seats taken by sternly smiling women; naked and leashed at the feet of some of the women, were Gordon and several other ex-board members; now owned by the women who owned their seats. Only his seat remained empty; the women smiled knowingly at him and then looked up at the wall behind the chair in unison. His eyes were drawn to a small shelf which had been fitted there; an illuminated glass jar, filled with fluid but otherwise empty sat upon it. The double doors to the main hall adjoining swung open and smiles of delight and satisfaction bloomed on the faces of the women as a surgical couch was wheeled in by a the Amazon nurses who had helped break him. Behind them walked in Gloria Trent, resplendent in a tight latex outfit, Irma Grant in white latex nurses uniform, and the sneering tattoo artist in black silks. Elaine toyed with his erect cock with her whip, as she watched him try to guess what was about to happen. He was then ordered to the couch.

Though docile and completely submissive now, he was strapped to the couch with belts around each ankle, and knee, across his chest; his wrists secured separately and his head at a 45 degree angle so as he could see all. The smiling nurses then lifted each leg up and slayed them, on the panels of the couch designed for this purpose; below was lowered and Fox-Janner squirmed in the bonds in fear again, as his asshole cock and balls felt the breeze of exposure. Despite this his cock remained rigid and a smiling Gloria Trent nursed his bone hard member as Elaine smiled at Irma, who with great satisfaction ticked the zigzag box on the treatment sheet. Elaine smiled down at the quaking male.

"You said you'd do anything to leave Birch House, and you have agreed to have the final part of your treatment here, today. You have been a despicable and evil man, controlled by a flood of testosterone and ruled by your balls. Irma and your new owner Gloria, will now relieve you forever of that wickedness; your balls will be removed and placed in the jar in this boardroom, as a warning to any other male who enters here, and as a memento for all women that male tyranny can always be conquered. Every woman here will thoroughly enjoy watching Gloria allow you one final release of seed before you are castrated. A sterile plastic oval will be inserted to give a slight curve to your empty sack, which will be tattooed with the zigzag sign which is instantly recognised amongst dominant women as a sign that the balls have been removed as a punishment, rather than at the request of a mistress or the slave. You'll never trouble another woman again." Fox-Janner now squirmed with fear on knowing his fate and was about to protest with a whine when the tattoo lady removed her panties and stuffed them unceremoniously into his mouth, much to the delight of the women. His muffled cries soon turned to moans of pleasure as his new owner worked his erect cock toward his final spurts of cream.

Gloria's cunt bulged and slithered with pleasure in the smooth latex as she lovingly teased the length and glistening bell-end of his manhood to his final orgasm. This was helped along by Irma and the nurses showing him syringes and scalpels; the balls he as a bout to lose tingled gloriously in the announcement of his final spend, and he squirmed in the confinement of his submissive ecstasy as the smiling Gloria obliged his needy cock and had him shoot a fountain of hot semen, bringing applause from those women who had both hands free; many fingered their aroused cunts as they enjoyed the spectacle. As he squirmed and spent, the nurses took great pleasure in inserting the vicious needles into his sack and squeezing them empty. Without further ceremony, Irma took a wicked scalpel to his sack and sliced it open. After Gloria had wiped the masses of spent semen from her masturbating hand, she would now use it to ensure this never happened again; her cunt buzzing in the latex and close to orgasm, she took the scalpel from Irma, and with her directions she swiftly emasculated the tyrant. A huge applause went up in the boardroom as she held his balls high, making sure to show them to their former owner.

The applause went down the fairways; Fox-Janner had been castrated by his mistress, justice had been seen to be done.

The women made sure he saw his balls placed in the jar and displayed on the shelf; he was as gentle as a lamb, in deep shock as the insert was applied, his sack sutured, and the smiling tattooist inked his now useless sack with a bold zigzag design. Gloria Trent smiled wickedly down on the male she had so enjoyed castrating; she would ensure his misery continued as she would entertain other males and ensure Fox-Janner saw and tasted semen again; from other mens balls.



Bird of Prey Ch. 18



Gloria took a special delight in her ownership of the broken and emasculated Fox-Janner; her first action was to have him measured for a doggie suit by Maria, a task which the spiteful eastern woman relished; an extra- large opening would be made at the rear to ensure his zigzagged balls were displayed nicely. He was then en home, not to the grand house which was now Gloria's, but to the dingy terrace he had rented at an extortionate rate to her. He was made to take a mattress from one of the mean bedrooms, down to the dank basement where he was summarily thrashed by Gloria and Angela; their arousal as their cunts slithered in the clinging rubber outfits especially sweet in their moment of absolute victory. Whipped and whinging, his now useless cock vainly attempting an erection, the defeated cur was bound and gagged and left in the darkness of the mildewed basement while the ladies retired to the luxury of his old house to prepare it for his second homecoming. Fox-Janner thought long and hard on his situation as he squirmed in bondage. Completely broken by the women, he now yearned for further humiliation in the vain hope that this might somehow allow him sexual relief of some sort, now his balls were displayed at Maiden Downs. He would soon learn to enjoy the relief of other men, and the subliminal pleasures of the females he would serve, in many different ways.

Elaine Calder sat proudly in the Chairwoman's seat with those very balls in a jar above her head. Business was discussed with the other members of the board; each member's cunt tingling with dominant satisfaction as they reminisced on the dissolution of the former regime, witnessed by many of those former members, now leashed and kneeling behind their mistresses; cocks stiff in nakedness or doggie suit as their defeat and submission to womanhood was enjoyed by all. Elaine Calder cut the air with a short horse-whip as she left the meeting; her servile husband obediently followed on all fours to the car. As she locked him in the boot she looked up at the sky and spied a light aircraft passing from the local airstrip; her cunt bulged as she thought of her next conquest, her desire to crush and humiliate males whilst acquiring their businesses would never be sated. She drove to her luxurious home with her mind buzzing excitedly to match the feeling between her legs.

Gordon retained his balls and remained a willing servant to his new owner, Angela. She and the golf store girls ensured his constant humiliation at the very place where he had once ruled over them, more through chauvinistic ignorance rather than tyranny; he had now learned his place below them and went about his tasks, such as being supervised by the girls when he cleaned the toilets, resigned to his now submissive state and excited about the reward the women would allow him later. Along with frequent sessions with Angela and Gloria whereby he would be dominated whilst bound in rubber, whip mistress Lana would often appear with Penny and sometimes Elaine on a whim; Angela would nod her accession and Gordon would sample the whipping post at Lana's, simply to assure he knew his position in life. Thrashed mercilessly by the three naked women whilst bound to the post, he would surrender the contents of his balls in utter submission to womanhood; spending in ecstasy as the cruel lash flexed about his body, his defeat and total surrender was confirmed to the delighted women. 

None of Marjorie Proctor's neighbours could be sure what had happened to her dour husband; he had simply disappeared, and being polite middle-class people, nobody asked. All they knew was that the dour housewife had suddenly blossomed in later life, and had a new partner now, called Miles. The local wives were full of admiration for the woman who once dressed in fuddy-duddy clothes and was now transformed into a sophisticated and, yes, sexy woman. The local husband's admiration was evident in how the once dour housewife now made their cocks swell; there was definitely something special about this woman, the way she simply snapped her fingers and Miles did whatever was asked of him, without question. Some of the neighbours thought they saw her walking a large dog on occasion on peeing through their windows early in the day, which was strange, because nobody ever heard it bark. Miles revelled in Marjorie's pleasure in humiliating him, especially on those days he was made to wear the doggie suit on Maiden Downs doggie event days; here dogs were taught rigid obedience by their mistresses and were swapped with other doggies so that the guest mistress would conveniently find some fault with the dog's behaviour, earning swift discipline before a crowd. The humiliation was much sweeter when he was walked in public though; the trips through the streets to the common were very fruitful, as many of the eager ladies who waited there with their dogs recognised their dreams as Marjorie had; the Maiden Downs Doggie Club boomed, and many dull and unexciting husbands and partners also found a new lease of life being dominated. It was on one of these trips that Miles was whipped smartly up the hill of the common by a proud Marjorie, when they met Maria with a new dog; a crowd of eager and excited housewives stood smiling as the eastern maid thrashed the dog vigorously.

"He's a new doggie and he must learn discipline quickly; anyone leading him on a circuit must apply the whip with authority. This dog has a bad history and it is important that you show him who's in charge; we will have absolute obedience from him." The cunts of the women glowed and moistened as they relished whipping this dog, and they jostled eagerly for position, anxious to show the dog its place. Fox-Janner's eyes watered with the pain and tears ran down to his lips; the salty taste was somewhat reminiscent of the semen he had just licked from Gloria Trent's pleasured cunt before Maria had arrived to introduce him to canine discipline; a woman's poodle bitch sniffed at one of the new dog's legs, then retreated quickly, jerking the owner's leash. Maria sneered down and pointed to the bold zigzag on his all but flat scrotum.

"It's OK madam, this doggie won't bother your bitch in that way; he's been neutered and is totally useless to any female. He was a bad doggie that way before, and now he is paying the price. Here, I'll take your poodle; you go first, you teach him for frightening your doggie." Miles' cock stiffened as he recognised who the empty scrotum belonged to, as the poodle owner thrashed the dog down to the first corner; the spiteful delight in her eyes easy to see as relished inflicting pain on the lowly cur. Marjorie sensed his excitement and rubbed his exposed balls with her cane. 

"You be a good boy for your mistress and you shall keep your balls; the one pair that I have in the urn on the mantelpiece at home is a big enough collection for now." The balls being brushed by the cane tingled submissively as Miles remembered how Mr Proctor had disappeared and the urn had been delivered...but that is another story.