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Catcher Culture

By: Sputnik57



He'd been hanging around this one for some time, he just couldn't get enough of teenage girls; they were easy to seduce and were unlikely to tell their parents they'd been fucked, besides the threat of a beating usually stopped the ones he'd had to force himself on to, they having got cold feet, from going to any authority. His lifestyle renting cheap trailers short term, and bumming from one town to the next, made him cocksure of never being caught. His cock swelled as he thought of the cute pig-tailed Cindy he'd befriended when hanging out by the music store; today was the day, he'd take her in the old Impala, drive somewhere remote and fuck her senseless. She'd be here at the mall car park any time now; he rubbed his cock through his jeans as he thought of poking the softly freckled, creamy white skinned ginger teen.

Cindy signalled to the women in the car as she spoke into her phone.

"Yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I won't let you down, transmitter's now on, see you later." Cindy adjusted the tight pink skirt she wore, lifting it high to expose her soft white thighs; her slender legs now fully displayed with white knee-length socks and red sandals. Her pert little breasts showed her excitement by way of her nipples poking through the tiny black boob-tube; her white exposed shoulders brushed either side by her ginger pig-tails, a sweet face with slightly up turned freckly nose, green eyes and red lipstick pout. Though she had done this several times before, the thrill of being fucked by a mature male had her pussy nicely aroused in her tight satin panties. She crossed the road and entered into the mall car park, making sure the device in her clutch bag was on.

Fenton grinned as he poked his head from the old Impala; it was distinctive, but not that distinctive in this part of the world, painted black it was almost obscure amongst the candy coloured Mustangs and Chargers that frequented the suburban sprawl. His cock stiffened as he viewed the nubile Cindy; she lowered her head as she smiled softly, expertly increasing her jail-bait appeal tenfold. Fenton took a swift look around and then ushered her into the car; her white thighs glowing against the black leather upholstery. At 45 Fenton was as old as the Impala's bodywork, but had little interest in women his own age; this was to be changed for him very shortly, as his cock surged as rigid as the gearstick he now shifted, his fate was sealed.

Cindy had been particularly easy to entice to this appointment, but this didn't arouse any suspicions in him; he'd had many nympho teens before, the expertise of a mature man being preferable to the usual spotty youths. Cindy's hand reached across and fondled his cock as they drove to the outskirts of town. Her enthusiasm ensured he concentrated on what was ahead, in his anxiety to get her somewhere remote, and quick.

Long, elegant nylon-clad legs squeezed at the accelerator and brake pedals in the stately and modern compact Chevrolet which followed 300 yards or so behind the Impala. In the passenger seat an equally elegant woman in her fifties clicked away with her digital camera on zoom. The brunette and shapely middle-aged driver to whom the legs belonged smiled as the camera snapped away.

"He's in good shape Lauren; I think Hortense Montgomery would be pleased to have his services." The auburn haired photographer laughed as her delicately manicured fingers rested from the shutter button for a moment.

"Oh how sweet that would be! From slim young girls to that fat domineering matron... yes Marlene that would be very fitting come to think of it." The two drove straight on as the Impala took a dirt track to the left. The two carried on a few hundred yards and waited for the dust to settle before doing a U-turn and driving sedately up the track so as not to disturb the dust.

Fenton brought the Impala to a stop, half hidden by trees, just off the track to Mason's farm; which had been derelict for the past few years. This had been a favourite spot with him in recent weeks; no chance of being disturbed here. He lowered the seat slightly and coaxed Cindy into the rear where the bench seat offered a more comfortable approach. She played a little coy for a few moments while Fenton made the standard amorous gestures, kissing her soft red lips and squeezing her tiny waist. He then thrust his hand down between her legs impatiently, feeling her sweet camel-toe through panties which were now wet with arousal. Cindy let out a soft vulnerable moan, making Fenton's cock bob up and down as he wrestled to free himself from his jeans with the other hand.

Cindy now lay back with her legs in the air eyeing his stiff cock lustily. He near ripped off her panties and surveyed the beautiful tight little hairless pussy before him. Cindy spread her legs obligingly as Fenton went down and licked at the sweet feminine essence. He was really going to enjoy fucking this one. Cindy moaned as Fenton slid his stiff cock into the hot tightness of her pussy, her white socked legs with knees bent, wavered as Fenton jerked back and forth in ecstasy as he approached orgasm, oblivious to the needs or feelings of his youthful conquest. He also remained oblivious to Cindy's practised change of facial expression as she viewed the camera at the window; she now portrayed a young girl in some distress.

The two women waited until Fenton grunted with pleasure and bucked uncontrollably, Cindy now whinged through crocodile tears, as she too managed a sweet orgasm, enhanced by the satisfaction of pleasing her mistresses. Fenton jumped in shock as the door was swung open; the camera catching his dripping cock in all its glory as he pulled it, spent, from the nubile Cindy.

Lauren snapped away before passing the camera to Marlene who strolled back to their car, parked 100 yards or so down the track. Fenton again wrestled with his jeans as he watched the shapely woman strut away with the camera. Lauren stood in his way to ensure he didn't bolt for Marlene and the evidence, she looked at him sternly.

"Sex with under-age girls; you can imagine how that would go down in court in this state. You can also imagine how the other inmates at the pen would view that too." Fenton brushed past Lauren and thought of running after Marlene to grab the camera; these were only two women after all. Lauren noted his anxiety.

"I hope you're not going to do anything which would add assault to those charges; unless you're considering murdering three women, little Cindy here has your DNA tucked away inside her, the camera would just be an afterthought." Fenton pulled at his hair as he looked at Cindy, who was busy replacing her panties, with a smug look on her face. At nineteen, she looked a good four years younger than her actual age, and she wasn't about to let Fenton know the truth; he belonged to the ladies now.

Fenton, who was now as white as a sheet, looked first to the sky and then at Lauren, who crossed her arms and smiled assertively.

"Of course, there is an alternative to prison." She handed him a card and helped Cindy from the Impala.

"If you're not at that address by 2:30 tomorrow, the police will be treated to a picture show." Fenton breathed a sigh of relief as the two walked back to the waiting Marlene. He leaned on the roof of the car and was close to throwing-up with fear. Just what did these women want from him?

Catcher Culture Ch. 02



Fenton drove to the address on the card; it was in the uptown district where the affluent live, he took a sharp intake of breath as he drove up the secluded drive of the thirties style mansion. It was typical of one of those places movie directors owned, but as he parked up he could see it was now set up for business. He walked through the main entrance and a stiff looking receptionist with contemptuous eyes smiled and had him sit. Moments later Lauren arrived, smiling with satisfaction, she wagged a finger at him and he meekly followed the woman whom he knew now had complete control over him. Fenton's cock stiffened, partly with fear and partly due to the shapely woman who strutted before him down the corridor; she was dressed in a tight leather outfit, the pencil skirt hugging her sumptuously rounded buttocks, black seamed stockings and stiletto's making her look every inch the dominant woman she was. She opened a door and stood by it, ushering him in. He swallowed hard as he entered the plush office and sat down.

On a pin-board on the wall behind the chair in which the smiling Lauren now sat was a portfolio of pictures of his own naked rear, pinning a 'helpless' teenage girl down. The girl's look of innocent bewilderment almost raised a smile on his face; it was that impressive. He had been well and truly taken. The pictures helped serve to constantly remind him of why he was there, whilst Lauren put her proposal to him. She smiled broadly, and her tight leather skirt creaked as she crossed her elegant and attractive legs. Fenton's cock twitched at the sight of the mature woman's dominant form as he anticipated what lay in store for him; her sweet scent filled the room and somehow seemed to confirm that he was entombed with no way out. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue around the inside of her ruby red lips before she spoke.

"You have been a very bad boy, and these pictures and what we know could lead you to spending a long time in jail, but it needn't be that way. You obviously enjoy using your body, which I must say is very appealing and a lot of women would appreciate it. I think you need to appreciate women a little more, and need a little education. I intend to arrange that education, which I'm sure you will learn to enjoy, the more you work for us." Fenton swallowed hard and looked at the pictures on the wall, as he listened to Lauren's sultry and deliberate tones. He responded.

"An education?" She smiled at him in a calmly superior way, which made his cock stiffen all the more.

"Yes; we find most men do not really know what real pleasure there is in genuinely being of service to a woman, until it is thrust upon them. If you agree to work for me, I'll provide you with accommodation and I may even be able to arrange that you see Cindy again on occasion; the girl has such a sexual appetite for being submissive- a great failing in a woman as far as I am concerned- and I'd bet you'd appreciate seeing her again on your terms. You'll find working for us will have you kept interested at both ends of the sexual spectrum." Fenton's balls tingled with an involuntary excitement as he digested her words, and she pressed a buzzer on her desk, winked at him and the smile evaporated from her face. A middle aged male scuttled into the office, on being beckoned by the buzzer.

Lauren looked at him with contempt and pointed to her feet, not saying a word. The male dropped to his knees without hesitation and kissed her feet, oblivious to any shame or humiliation at doing so before another male. Fenton was unsure why, but his cock stiffened to rigidity as Lauren looked at him, a contented smile on her face once more. She patted the male on the head like a pet dog, as he continued to worship her feet.

"Tell our guest about Hortense Montgomery; tell him how things will be when he's had the pleasure of her acquaintance." The male seemed reluctant to stop kissing his mistress's feet, but eager to relate as to the charms of Ms Montgomery. He pulled himself away from the black stilettos, visibly excited as his eyes travelled up the exquisite stocking-clad legs and leather skirt; he hoped Lauren would award him some favour if he pleased her.

"Mistress Montgomery will show you the true way with women, she will have her way, and you will appreciate being shown the correct way to behave for your betters." He looked back at Lauren who lifted her chin and looked back at the male with a slight sneer; it was evident she would have him continue. The male swallowed hard, in fear that he would not earn her approval, and sheepishly faced Fenton once more.

" Trust me; you will know pleasure from situations you would never have dreamed you could be in, you will be freed of any form of chauvinism forever. You will yearn for more appointments with Mistress Montgomery" He then looked back at Lauren who nodded her approval as he clasped his hands in a praying position. She lifted a foot which he kissed gratefully as she smiled.

"You know my address; be there at 6:30 tonight, you can help me dress for my evening appointment. I'll let you do my lingerie wash whilst I'm out." The male thanked her like a cur before bowing and scraping as he left; both he and she knew he would be stimulated by being allowed to view her body as he attended her, and would then make the most of her panties before they were washed. Fenton could not help but notice the huge bulge I the male's slack leggings before he went; a bulge matched by his own. Laurens smile returned to Fenton.

"Now you know the name of the lady who will be your first appointment." Fenton gulped and looked a little bewildered. Lauren picked up a short cane from her desk and tapped on the photos on the wall behind her.

"You really have no alternative, and like I said; you'll learn to love working for us." Lauren gave him the address details and advised his appointment was at 3:30 pm; he had little or no time to even think about it, and Hortense would give him the key to his new accommodation; failure to turn up would mean he'd be greeted at his old accommodation by certain uniformed people. Fenton found himself thanking her for some unknown reason, and left for the address.

Across town, Larry Emmerson, a portly businessman, grunted with pleasure as he eased his cock into the tight anus of the whimpering girl who lay on the bed before him, pink panties around her ankles which were adorned with soft white socks, her white blouse undone showing her little immature breasts. The tears dripped from her eyes and her pig-tails swept back and forth as the large man shunted her rear as his body was immersed in the pleasure of probing her tight little rectum. He had lured her to the motel after grooming her for a couple of weeks, and now he was enjoying the fruits of his labour; she had been a little reluctant, which had added to his enjoyment, as he removed her little skirt and dropped his trousers. The soft white flesh and sweet smell of her little hairless pussy and anus had him rampant; he'd fuck her, give her some money to keep her quiet and that would be the end of it; or so he thought.

The helpless little waif wailed as Larry penetrated up to the hilt again and again; he roared with satisfaction as he exploded into the soft white cheeks which he squeezed tightly as he pulsed out his ecstatic delivery, gritting his teeth in abject, wanton pleasure as his hot seed filled the young girl's tight anal passage. His pleasure was suddenly brought to an abrupt end.

"Well done Larry!" Boomed a voice from nowhere; crackling with electrical undertones. He looked up to the lampshade where the voice seemed to come from; then he froze as the door opened and three women casually walked in; one in razor sharp business dress, held a laptop which she displayed to Larry, still with his clothing about his ankles and his now wilting cock in its warm haven. Larry's jaw dropped as he watched himself undress the timid young girl and bugger her. The women had themselves another recruit.

Fenton arrived at the address on the card; the house was not far from Lauren's business address and the place was as grandiose as the former. His stomach turned a little as he rang the bell; what else could he do? These women had him whether he liked it or not.

A maid dressed in a tight black satin outfit looked at him with a contemptuous scowl which almost resembled a smile, as she recognised the card he showed her. She opened the door wide and ushered him in without saying a word. The first thing that hit him was the delicate scent of the interior; like attar of roses. The whole house seemed feminine and boudoir like somehow; it was instantly apparent that a female dwelled here, and one that said exactly how things should be. Fenton's cock was now in a permanent sate of semi-excitement and rubbed against his clothing as he watched the satin clad rear of the maid before him, and wondered what he had let himself in for.

He was taken into a large lounge with soft leather furnishings and told, not asked, where to sit. He felt more nervous than ever as he sank into the large leather chair; the comfort of which seemed to want to ensnare him.

The maid then reappeared; he was taken into the next room, which was larger than the former, and just as luxuriously appointed. Fenton's cock stiffened as the door closed behind him and he was left standing in the middle of the room. A small puff of smoke caught his eye, wafting over the top of a huge leather sofa.

"Come here and sit before me." An elegant finger waved from a manicured hand, and Fenton walked round to face Hortense Montgomery for the first time. Before he had a full view of her, the hand directed him to a huge bean-bag opposite. Fenton sank into it, then looked back and up at the mature woman who half sat, half lay, on the enormous black leather sofa before him. She was dressed in a full length kimono style silk gown, shiny black with gold motifs; it held her large buxom breasts, hips and thighs exquisitely, accentuating the curve of her voluptuous buttocks delightfully. She was in her mid-fifties and very nicely proportioned. Blue eyes hawked out from under her deep red hair from a softly pale face with sharp features and red lips.

Fenton took a sharp intake of breath as she elegantly stubbed out the cigarette she smoked through a six inch long cigarette holder; previously un-noticed by him as he was transfixed in viewing her, the ashtray was held by a stooped kneeling male, hooded with leather and his genitals locked in a plastic cage. He remained stock still, motionless with hands forward holding the ashtray. Even his breathing was so controlled as to show no bodily movement. Hortense put her holder in the tray and snapped her fingers, then pointed to the door without uttering a word. Instantly, the male shuffled backwards on his knees, his head remaining down in deference to the confident woman who had put him to good use.

Fenton's cock now stiffened to rigidity as she now gave him her full attention with a mixed look of satisfaction and contempt.

"So you are the latest man caught taking advantage of young girls. My ashtray used to have the same urges; he finds pleasure through other desires now, but it took him a while to appreciate what was good for him. I intend to open your mind to those same desires. I'd like you to take off your clothes now. I want to see what I shall have the pleasure of."



Catcher Culture Ch. 03



Fenton hesitated for just a moment, Hortense snapped her fingers impatiently; he could see that she was a woman who would be obeyed to the letter and immediately. Though still with somewhat mixed emotions, he found his balls tingling as he undressed, whilst the confident woman before him smiled at her inevitable success in beginning to take control of him. He knew she had the advantage of the knowledge of his crime, she knew he would learn to appreciate being controlled; her pussy tingled at the thought of breaking him in. Fenton knelt naked on the comfort of the velvet futon, the ambient temperature of the room and the sweet feminine scents which permeated the air, along with the excitement of the woman before him, ensured his cock showed more than a casual interest in his predicament. He was not sure what to expect, but her sublime elegance and confidence was already awakening some erotic sense he'd not experienced before.

Hortense smiled with satisfaction as she viewed Fenton's masculinity; oh yes, she would enjoy showing him the error of his ways. His education would be very pleasurable. She casually unbuttoned her kimono as Fenton knelt awaiting the next command or question. Hortense smiled wickedly as his cock stiffened and stood to attention as she opened the kimono to reveal a beautifully Rubenesque figure; her middle was corseted, the black lacy stays accentuating her round feminine hips and pear shaped figure beautifully. Her full round breasts peeped through a black chiffon top which matched her black stockings, full length gloves and spiky black stilettos.

Fenton had never really looked at mature women before, but he could not deny that this woman had more than just a commanding personality. His anus tingled with a mixture of fear and curiosity as she pointed to the floor in front of her.

"You will come and kneel here now; I want you to be able to take in my scent as you tell me all about your attraction to young ladies, and I will help cure you of it." Though Fenton was an independent male who did just as he pleased, he immediately did as he was told, and felt compelled to do so. As he knelt before this assertive and commanding woman, he knew that there was something more than the threat of being handed over to the police that made him do it. He WANTED to.

Hortense stroked his hair and smiled at him as though he were a small boy as he knelt in front of her, already showing obedience to her. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She smiled at his erect cock, and extended a gloved finger, drawing it up the underside of its length and around the glans; now shining with pre-cum. She sniffed her finger and then put the tip in her mouth. Fenton's cock bobbed rigidly with the excitement of the subtle touch, and with her obvious pleasure at tasting his essence. She looked down her nose at him as he drew breath.

"If you please me today, you shall be allowed to sniff and taste my scents. Is that something you would normally do with younger ladies?" Fenton's balls tingled like mad as he thought of licking this mature woman's pussy, and perhaps her anus. He struggled like mad to find the correct answer, at which point Hortense, sensing his coming ambiguity, produced a small crop from the side of the sofa and whipped the leather sofa smartly with it.

"I shall have the truth from you, or you shall regret it!" Fenton jumped at her stern reaction; he could not deny she was a formidable woman, and she was beginning to sow the seeds of her domination of him; his cock could not deny this either, he was beginning to enjoy it. She would wrestle the truth from him.

"No, I have to say I am more interested in penetrating them and sating my lust, though their scent does excite me." Hortense looked at him contemptuously and teased his cock with the end of her wicked looking crop, making his cock pulse impatiently.

"Does the fear of the young girls excite you?" Fenton swallowed hard; he could not deny he'd been excited by that scenario many times- he was not now sure whether he wished he had or hadn't. he now knew the boot was firmly on the other foot. He bowed his head as he responded.

"I do admit to have been excited by their fear, especially on those occasions where they had been keen to have sex, and then been unsure when faced with my erection." Hortense smiled wickedly at him; she was pleased with her immediate progress, and now had a confession which gave her licence to award punishment. Her pussy tingled with arousal as her enjoyment of the situation increased. Fenton's cock stiffened and his anus tingled as he awaited the dominant woman's response.

"I shall ensure that you appreciate that particular excitement from the opposite position over the next few weeks. You will learn to realise your true feelings toward women after you have been treated. I intend to thoroughly enjoy disciplining you, and you will thank me for it. I have a key to an apartment for you to go to when we have finished our first session; part of the process will involve you continuing with young girls, and confessing those pleasures to me. Do you like the sound of that?" Fenton swallowed hard; there could only be one answer, though he could not grasp at this time, why a dominant woman would wish him to continue abusing young girls.

"Yes, I would like that, but I don't understand..." Hortense cut in, commandingly, her nipples poking excitedly; she drew her knees up, increasing the curve of her luscious ass-cheeks. She was impatient to have him know her scent and Fenton's cock stiffened all the more as he gained a subtle whiff of her arousal.

"I have disciplined many men here who had your irrational and animal thoughts toward young girls; their confessions to me on experiencing these whilst under my control has helped them see the underlying reasons for their actions. You will learn that you do this because sub-consciously you want to be caught, and you want to be punished by stronger women. When I am finished with you, you will want to serve all women, and the pleasure will be mutual." Hortense smiled wickedly at Fenton as she drew her superb thighs back and put her gloved arm across the back of her knees, exposing her engorged and excited pussy, and sweetly puckered anus. Fenton trembled and his balls tingled like crazy as he caught more of her sweet feminine aroma and eyed her bulging pussy. Hortense looked at him, straight-faced.

"Well? Do you want to know the scent of the woman who will show you your true place amongst women?" Fenton's cock bobbed rigidly and his balls ached as he viewed the huge and sumptuous thighs and the delicious prize between them; he was already succumbing to Hortense's inevitable control over him, a pleasure he never dreamed about before.

"Yes Mistress, I would like that very much." He was close to coming involuntarily as Hortense smiled softly as pointed to her anus with the wicked crop.

"I want you to inhale deeply through your nose; bottom first; you'll know the scent of your mistress whilst I tell what's next in your education. Don't you dare lick until I tell you." Fenton wasted no time in obeying her orders; he felt the warmth of her body as he sniffed deeply at the dominant woman's asshole. He was now desperate to come as he savoured the sweet honeyed scent of his mistress. Hortense looked down on him with a sneer of immense satisfaction; she would enjoy training this one, and would put him to good use when he was ready. Fenton was close to hyper-ventilating at times as Hortense continued her dialogue.

"Have you ever masturbated at the feet of a dominant woman?" Fenton gasped at the possible opportunity to do so.

"No mistress?" Hortense's pussy buzzed with pleasure as she continued her tease.

"You may lick my asshole now; if I am pleased with your progress on your next visit, I may allow you to do so; you must earn such privileges." Fenton felt a little deflated, even though his cock did not betray this feeling; pre-cum dribbled from his bone-hard member as he savoured the warmth and tang of the superior woman's rectum. He had licked pussy before, but had never realised what pleasure could be savoured from a woman's sweet rear orifice; the scent and taste was intoxicating, he knew from that moment he would be owned by Hortense. The dominant woman barked her authority.

"Pussy now; you may lick immediately!" Fenton was almost disappointed to leave her asshole, but his senses were indulged once more as he sniffed and lapped at the sticky arousal and soft folds of the mature woman's mound. Oh how he wanted to masturbate for her. The scent of this controlling and magnificent woman would remain in his senses for hours and drive him crazy. Hortense was also very excited as he lapped at the nub of her clitoris, but she remained in total control.

"You may cease now, and dress once more; there is a key on the hall table to your new apartment; the address is attached to the key." Fenton felt truly frustrated but did just as he was told; slightly crestfallen as he looked down at his rigid cock, the sweet taste of her pussy, still vibrant on his lips. Hortense looked at him with supreme satisfaction; pleased with the first lesson and the excited state he had been left in; his pleasure curtailed at her behest, unsatisfied.

"You are forbidden to masturbate unless I permit it; you will understand why very shortly." Fenton was not surprised at the first part of her statement, but a little puzzled at the latter half; she seemed to be stating the obvious though there was some underlying, unseen emphasis.

As he dressed, he was made to thank her for the time, and was told he would attend at the same time tomorrow; his cock bulged in the confinement of his clothing, as he thought of the promise of tomorrow; Hortense looked at him with an air of contempt as she ushered him away. She was rampant herself, and Fenton was further frustrated as another male, masked and naked, carrying a cane in his teeth, entered and kneeled before her as he left. At a remote house near the edge of the desert, no such subtleties were afforded Larry Emmerson; bound starfish-fashion to a bed, he howled with pain as three smiling middle-aged women took turns in thrashing him, while increasing weights were applied to a cord attached to his scrotum. His animal ways required his fast-track breaking; he was already wishing he'd never been born.

Fenton drove to the address on the key; he was moderately surprised by the luxury of the address. His thoughts and senses rankled with the commands expressed by Hortense; how could he stop himself from having relief? Her taste and the memory of her body ensured his cock remained rigid as he walked in the direction of the number on the key; it pulsed all the more as a mature woman in a pencil skirt turned the corner, her elegant and positive posture was somehow familiar; her scent delicious. She smiled knowingly at him as she passed. Fenton was still puzzling over this as he turned the key and entered the apartment; he was immediately hit by the same sweet feminine smell. A door to what was the bedroom was ajar, Fenton sensed someone else was there; he pushed the door open. There on the bed, trussed and naked, her pussy exposed invitingly, was Cindy. Fenton undressed there and then; his cock eager for relief.



Catcher Culture Ch. 04



As he looked down at Cindy's helpless body; her youthful pussy shiny and moist with excitement, her tight little anus clenching and dilating expectantly, Fenton could not draw his thoughts completely away from Hortense; how he had wanted to masturbate for her. He could not understand the power of the woman, and how it had gripped him so quickly, but his cock yearned for relief. He smiled down at the petite Cindy who looked sheepishly back from her gagged face, seeming to sense some apprehension within him; was he the same male from the car? She had expected him to penetrate her without further ado.

Fenton knelt behind her, closed his eyes and sniffed at the rich yet delicate scent of her pussy and anus; it was sweet but did not have the rich mature essence and tang of the mature mistress he now yearned for. Cindy did not mind however, and moaned her appreciation as Fenton licked around her soft brown ring, then probed the hot depths of her anus. He then licked at the soft fragrant folds. His cock stiffened as he thought hard of Hortense and what she had told him. Though Cindy was there for the taking he undid her bonds and licked her soft little belly, and little breasts, then went back down to her pussy and anus, lifting her legs high, he licked the teenager to a glorious orgasm, while his dribbling cock massaged the silken sheets.

Cindy was still recovering and in a state of wonderment as he lay back on the bed and ushered her to sit on his face; her soft cheeks covering his nose, he lapped at her soaking pussy and sniffed at her now sticky anus as she stroked his rigid and needy cock. Fenton closed his eyes tight and thought of the magnificent thighs his mistress had allowed him to view, he thought of her promise to allow him to masturbate if his progress pleased her, he thought of the male used as an ashtray, the male with the cane as he left, of her crop and stilettos... Cindy giggled as his balls erupted in a truly satisfying orgasm. He lapped and sniffed at her feminine essence and thought of Hortense as he pumped jet after jet of hot semen in her honour, the petit girl tensed her straddled thighs and buttocks about his face in sheer enjoyment as the hot jizz bubbled from his satisfied bell-end and dribbled down her fingers; a strange feeling of being 'in-charge' came over her as she rubbed herself on his face to another sweet orgasm .

Cindy looked at Fenton in awe; she was overcome by his need to ensure she was satisfied. Even if he had not realised it, the girl knew this had been his quest, even if it were unconsciously so. She pulled the sheets over them.

"Please let me sleep with you tonight Fenton." He looked at the soft flowing hair and downy arms, with her puppy-dog eyes, and smiled as he pulled her close.

"Of course Cindy." He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes; he knew having her there would stop him masturbating later; his cock was already beginning to swell again as his thoughts drifted back to the magnificent woman who had so quickly stamped her authority upon him; she was so controlling and he could not believe just how much he wanted to be controlled. He yearned to be with her again. As he dozed, he gazed up and studied the ceiling of the apartment for the first time; he was now so glad he'd been trapped by the two women. 

***

Larry Emmerson cried like a baby as he was led across the desert garden, leashed, naked and on all fours, to the whipping post for the fourth time that day. How the women laughed at him as his portly body wobbled in the hot sun. There was no need to lead him as he was now eager to be whipped; the women laughed as he tugged at the leash in his desperation to reach the post. The older women smiled wickedly and with great satisfaction as the girl he had been 'caught' with, stood proud and strutted dominantly along with the male who was well on the way to being broken completely. She choked him sweetly with the leash and stopped him several times on the short walk to the post. Her pussy tingled with excitement and spite, as her youthful assertiveness had the male beg to progress to the post at each stop. The group of older women laughed and showed their appreciation, ensuring his cock rose all the more as he had now learned to enjoy humiliation. He had been made to beg her to whip him, and he had done so with the deep humility of an utterly defeated male.

Before being shackled to the post, the women pointed to a large clock on which time ticked by; they had done so on three prior occasions. Beneath the clock hung a large pair of gelding shears, and on the ground below it, a jar which had a clearly defined level marked upon it. As per three prior occasions already, his leash was released and he scuttled over to the jar and brought it back in his teeth as the women laughed at him. The girl took the jar from him and bent over, inviting him to sniff her asshole; she held the jar between her legs for him as he stroked his cock. The women clapped in time as he masturbated before them. They cheered and the girl flexed her whip with her free hand as Larry came generously into the jar, invigorated by the sheer humiliation and the scent of the girl's ass who was about to whip him. The girl took the jar after he had spurted his last and smiled with deep satisfaction; the women laughed and clapped as she indicated with her fingers where the level of semen was. Larry was way short of the mark at this stage; if he did not reach the mark by eight that evening, the young girl would be given the honour of using the shears. She licked her lips as two older women lashed him to the pole, telling him how pathetic he was as they reminded him that he was unlikely to reach the mark by eight.

The teenager would thoroughly enjoy thrashing him, but the thought of removing his balls was exquisitely erotic to her; she was close to coming as the whip bit into Larry's flesh.

***

Fenton awoke with a huge erection, and hastily made for the bathroom to urinate; he did not want the girl, who still slumbered, to tempt him into morning sex on seeing his 'dawn horn'. He had slept fitfully and could not get Hortense out of his mind. Despite emptying his bladder his cock remained in an excited state after he'd tried out his new shower. He was somewhat taken aback by this new life which had been laid out for him and could not believe it would always be so easy. The apartment was expensively furnished and the wardrobes had been populated with many items of clothing for him; he now knew why Lauren had requested he write down his dimensions at the office. As he donned a bath robe to conceal his excitement about the coming day, the phone rang. Before he could reach it, Cindy had answered it, and was giggling as she spoke to the caller.

"Yes Lauren...of course, I shall certainly let her know...yes, he most certainly was! Oh, here he is now; I'll call in later." She smiled knowingly as she handed the phone to Fenton, her other hand holding a bed-sheet about her lithe body like a toga; she turned and let it drop as she walked back into the bedroom, the view of her tight little buttocks making his cock lift the robe. He put the phone to his ear and said hello.

"Hi Fenton, I trust you haven't forgotten your further appointment with Ms Montgomery?" He heard her snigger as she paused for his answer; the name threw him for a moment, then a picture of those glorious thighs entered his mind; Hortense. His cock bobbed rigidly as he replied.

"Hortense? No, of course not." Fenton could sense her pleasure as she noted the enthusiasm in his voice.

"She'd like you there 90 minutes earlier today; her scheduled appointment was found hanging in disused warehouse, minus his manhood. It seems his taste for discipline got him involved with some very unprofessional ladies, but that's another story. I have a little errand for you first; I'd like you to pick something up on the way, from another client. She may book you in future too, if she likes the look of you."

Fenton made sure he arrived at the client's address in good time; there was no way he would chance being late for his appointment with Ms Montgomery. A very attractive women of above 50, smiled at Fenton as she opened the door of the property and ushered him in; the house had a similar atmosphere to Hortense's making his cock rise automatically. The woman had brunette hair in a bun, with glasses; very school-mistress like, and simply pointed to a corner by the door. Her natural assertiveness compelled him to stand there as directed, much to the obvious satisfaction of the woman. His cock stiffened all the more as he watched the pencil skirted woman strut down the hall; her curved hips and bottom beautifully contoured by the skirt, her waist tight, with mature and full breasts complementing the upper part of her body. She looked back down at him and smiled as she fold a pair of black leather thigh-length boots and placed them in a bag; making sure he had a good view of them as she did so. He swallowed hard as she strutted back, eyeing him up and down with a smile.

"Yes... I think I shall enjoy watching you worshipping these. Tell Hortense Clara Adams would be happy to attend on Wednesday." Fenton was mystified but said nothing other than 'thank you' as he was handed the bag with its erotic contents. Clara pointed to the door with succinct authority and he left for Hortense Montgomery's house; his cock rigid with the intrigue.



Catcher Culture Ch. 05



There was no respite for Fenton's rigidity as the sneering maid commanded him in, rather than ask him. Even she now had some control over him, by just being female and having the merest element of assertiveness. She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated; his balls tingled with anticipation at seeing Hortense once more.

The maid stopped, picked a cane from a selection in a huge vase, and whipped out at a kneeling male, who was crouched in a corner by a linen basket, at first unseen by Fenton. The male yelped with a sound which was part pain part pleasure, and then the maid picked a pair of panties from the floor which had no doubt been carelessly dropped by the male from the basket.

"What have I told you about keeping my floors tidy? Now you get that basket down to the laundry room. Remember what I told you; sniff each pair and make two piles; those that require an extra hot wash and those that don't. I shall come and inspect in 15 minutes... Oh, and if I think you've been masturbating again, Ms Montgomery shall know of it!" The lowly male, naked but for a leather hood and rubber pants, scuttled away, bent over as he held the basket. The maid watched his departure with a stern expression; her breasts heaved with the satisfaction of showing Fenton that she too, even in her lowly position, had power over all males. She smiled at Fenton before leading him forward again.

"That man is a senior judge in daily life; here he is only fit to sniff our panties. I like to soil mine on purpose, he knows which ones are mine as I often have him lick them clean whilst I'm present." Fenton watched her ample bottom wobble in the tight light-blue maid's dress and his balls tingled as he thought of the judge's task in accommodating a superior house maid.

He was led into the same room as before. Hortense smiled at him with a strange warmth and look of knowing superiority. She wore a very short leather skirt and jet black tights; her legs were crossed in dominant fashion, offering Fenton a display of the glorious thighs he coveted. She held out her hand and simply looked down at it; Fenton automatically took her hand and kissed it. He remembered the package and passed it to her.

"Clara Adams said she will attend on Wednesday." He spoke in a somewhat sheepish tone; unsure if he may have broken some unknown etiquette in speaking first. He was so in need of being allowed her scent and to relieve his aching balls in her presence. The buxom domme smiled again as she took the package from him and placed it by her side without looking at it; she seemed as eager as he to commence today's 'education' session. She pointed at the floor by her feet.

"Clothes off and kneel here. Then we'll begin." Fenton undressed and knelt before her; his cock stiff and erect in anticipation as he viewed the superb legs and thighs which he wanted to kiss; her womanly sent was now in his nostrils, he so wanted to come. Hortense now looked in the bag and chuckled.

"Did Clara say anything to you about what's in the bag?" Fenton's balls were already on the point of exploding as he swallowed hard before responding. "Ms Adams said she would enjoy watching me worship them." His cock bobbed as she pulled one of the boots from the bag. She stretched the boot to its full length, smiling with satisfaction at his look of bewilderment.

"Would you like to see me wear one? Take off my left shoe." Fenton eagerly removed her stiletto and the dominant woman slowly uncrossed her legs, making sure he had plenty of time to peep between her glorious thighs; her black tights were crotch-less, and a g-string nestled between the inviting lips of her mature pussy, Fenton's cock stood proud and yearning as he was treated to a waft of her beautifully scented womanhood. Hortense passed the boot to him, and extended her magnificent leg forward; her breasts jutting nicely in her tight silk blouse as she postured elegantly. Fenton's ball tingled as he felt the silkiness of her tights and his left hand came close to her glorious pussy as he extended the leather up her thigh. He was then invited to zip the upper part at thigh length; the zip curiously on the outside of the boot. Hortense twirled the spiky boot before the transfixed male victoriously, then took his hand and had him feel the inside of the boot's calf.

"Feel how smooth and supple the leather is; you shall have the opportunity again on Wednesday when Clara and two more of my friends will attend to view your progress; they will see how respectful you have become when attending ladies. You may remove the boot now." Fenton's balls tingled to match the same feeling down his spine, as he pondered being watched by an audience; one of whom was the assertive Clara he'd just met, who had given him such an erection. He could not understand why the prospect excited him so much. Hortense smiled knowingly and with satisfaction as she viewed his reaction; her pussy tingled with pleasure, Fenton was beginning to know his place and could not escape from his own inert and untapped desires.

When Fenton had laid the boot with the other, his cock bobbing rigidly as the smell and texture of the leather and the thought of what lay in store for him on Wednesday, he turned to see Hortense had pulled her legs back, her knees up, exposing her succulent womanhood. She untied the g-string by the bow behind her back, but left it nestling in the warm moisture of her crotch. She placed a black silk handkerchief on the floor below the chair and pointed down to it commandingly.

"Kneel here and we shall discuss your progress." Fenton dropped to his knees and sniffed at the air, perfumed by the elevated and aroused pussy, which bulged invitingly through the crotch-less tights, the g-string tight in the glorious slit and cleft of her ample buttocks. Hortense laughed contemptuously as he inhaled in desperation, and eyed her pussy and the silk; he so hoped this meant he would be allowed to masturbate for her.

"Cindy has told me in great detail what you did for her last night; did you enjoy having her sat on your face?" Fenton's cock dribbled pre-cum as he recalled imagining having the superb woman before him on his face.

"Yes Mistress, I enjoyed it very much." Hortense grinned and delicately moved the g-string out of her cleft with an immaculately manicured finger; Fenton's cock pulsed as he imagined those sharp red nails teasing his bell-end.

"You may take my g-string and sample my scent if you wish." Fenton did not hesitate in easing the moist g-string out from her sticky pussy and warm cleft. His balls were aching, ready to erupt as he sniffed at the deliciously scented fabric; the sweet smell of her womanhood bending into the spicy tang of her anus had his cock rigid, he was ready to beg to be allowed relief. Hortense smiled with satisfaction at her control over him, and now toyed with her clitoris as she watched him sniff at the garment.

"Did you refrain from masturbating as you were ordered?" The domineering woman knew the answer but was going to get as much enjoyment as possible from the kneeling male, before allowing his suffering to end.

"Yes Mistress. My sex with Cindy was the last time I came." Her finger glistened as she gently rubbed the folds of her vagina.

"And did you think of me when you came?" Fenton swallowed hard as he sniffed at the spicy thong.

"Yes Mistress, I wanted it to be you on my face." Hortense smiled wickedly with a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Would you like to masturbate now?" Fenton's voice broke as he stammered out his reply, his eyes on the movement of her finger, his nose overwhelmed by the scent of her g-string.

"Yes Mistress... please... I would like to masturbate." Hortense continued rubbing the nub of her clitoris as she basked in her authority over him; kneeling and wanting to disgrace himself as he sniffed her thong. With her free hand she pointed down to the silk handkerchief on the floor.

"I believe we are ready for you to show how much you are enjoying your education. I want to see you come in my honour; you will shoot your cream upon the silk." Fenton grabbed his stiff cock with his free hand whilst sniffing the thong and gazing at the superior woman as he stroked in utter pleasure. Hortense knew he would come very quickly. She spread her legs just a little further and pulled back slightly, displaying the delicious pucker of her asshole, as she stroked her pussy and watched the now obedient male.

"You shall be allowed to come in a very pleasing way on Wednesday; Clara and the ladies are so looking forward to seeing you worship my boots." Fenton could hold back no longer; his back arched as his entire body was immersed in ecstasy, the subliminal pleasure was absolute as he convulsed in orgasm. Hortense licked her lips and sneered as the kneeling male grunted with relief as hot semen jetted from his pleasured bell-end. She laughed victoriously as his mess streaked across the silk, and spattered on the chair and her thighs. Fenton moaned in heavenly ecstasy as he spurted again and again; he now wanted to be owned by her. Smiling, she pointed at her thighs.

"You have progressed well. You may lick your mess from my thighs and lick my pussy." Fenton lapped at her soft milky thighs, tasting his own sperm for the first time in his life. It would not be the last. Hortense pulled his head into her crotch and stroked his hair as he eagerly lapped at her sweetly scented folds. She rested her legs on his shoulders as his tongue pleasured her excited clitoris.

"Oh yes, yes... Wednesday." She gripped his head with her thighs as her latest acquired male brought her off exquisitely.

Larry Emmerson snivelled like a beaten dog as he knelt prostrate and in humble obedience; his naked buttocks a mess of red wheals and cuts. The clock had reached eight and the sneering women passed the jar to one another with practiced looks of distain, which veiled their true, menacing personas. The young girl he had been caught with, snapped the gelding shears open and shut as she stood over the trembling cur, her pussy dripping, permanently aroused by her new found dominance and her control over the male's destiny. Larry had failed to reach the required mark on the jar, his cock was red raw, his balls sore with relentless wanking before the women, he quailed with fear as he knew he would now lose his balls. One of the older women strutted over to him with the jar, her tight leather skirt split up one side to allow access by chosen slaves to pleasure her, her breasts heaved displaying her erect nipples as she looked down at the defeated male.

"I think you should beg the girl to allow you assistance so that you may keep your balls." She lifted his scrotum with her riding crop.

"After all, they're not really worth being displayed in a jar anyhow." The other women roared with laughter as he cowered in fear; the noise of the shears being snapped shut by the haughty teenager could be heard by him amongst the laughter. Her delicate feet in the sleek stilettos appeared under Larry's nose. A sharp crack of the crop on his tender ass, heralded an announcement.

"Beg her to spare your balls. Ask her for assistance!" Larry whimpered as he kissed the nylon clad feet in the stilettos.

"Please mistress... I beg you, spare my balls and allow me assistance." Larry had no idea what 'assistance' was to be offered but he was willing to do anything to save his balls. A snigger went up amongst the women as Larry heard a rustling behind him . He looked up at the teenager who sneered down at the wretch. She dropped the shears and clicked her fingers. As Larry turned he saw the first of five hooded males being brought over to where his mistress stood. All had healthy erections and were eager to serve the girl. The smiling older woman handed the jar to the teenager, who held the jar for the first hooded male, who eagerly sniffed her anus as he wanked into the jar. Larry was made to watch as each of the five males 'topped up' the jar; each male jetting wads of semen as they worshipped the scent of the teenager's anus. The women clapped as they were led away, cocks now limp and dribbling semen. The teenager held the jar up; it was still slightly short of the mark. She smiled at Larry as she parted her long nubile legs slightly. His cock made a vain effort to rise again as he watched her pussy bulge as she pissed a little into the jar. She smiled triumphantly and all the women giggled as she swirled the contents of the jar.

"There! We have now reached the mark." She grinned viciously as she handed the jar to the bewildered Larry.

"Oh yes, you'll drink every last drop if you want to keep your balls." Larry gagged a little as he lifted the smelly jar to his lips; the creamy off-white contents mixed with a dash of teenage urine seemed to have a life of its own as he closed his eyes and tipped it back. The women cheered and clapped as Larry consumed the salty. Sticky mess which glooped from the jar; his own semen and that of five others mixed with his mistress's urine, stuck in his throat as the dominant teenager made sure he licked the jar clean. The women jeered and clapped as his teenage mistress led Larry away on all fours by his leash, to sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed.



Catcher Culture Ch. 06



Clark Stevens was a pillar of society; a well-known financier looked up to by many with envy, but he had a fetish which no amount of money could pay for. He had a daughter of his own, and had had more than a passing interest in the friends she often brought home with her; the pool in the garden visible from an upstairs window, where he would nurse his erect cock to many a satisfying orgasm as he viewed the pert little bodies of his daughter's teenage friends. Pyjama parties held a particular thrill for him, his eye permanently at a professionally fitted spy-hole into both his daughter's and the guest bedroom, as he watched the sweet little girls in baby pink dance and play together, some eventually undressing down to their panties before entering bed. Some removing these too, allowing him a glance at a nubile pussy on occasion. Hidden close circuit cameras had helped him build up a collection of favourite clips which he willingly emptied his balls to, though this was never enough; he yearned to lure one to his bed somehow, he spent with extra vigour as he thought of having a young girl bound and helpless, of spanking her while both naked and then feeling the tightness of both pussy and anus as he violated the young soft body.

His urges were to be his downfall; he vetted the girls attending his daughter's parties, singling out those who were from a less fortunate background, or who had parents or parent that showed any signs of being distant to their offspring, relationship wise. His attentions to one cute young ginger girl had her tell her mother about what a nice man he was, and how he liked to pat her etc. The Mother in question had her doubts and casually mentioned this to her circle of friends, though she dismissed it herself; Stevens was a respectable citizen after all. One of the circle worked for Lauren and Marlene however, and alarm bells rang with her. She arranged to meet with the ginger girl and gave her a website address with nickname to feed to Stevens. The financier's cock swelled as the nubile freckled girl passed him the details, telling him that he could contact her and her many friends that way; it was somewhere that young girls could talk about their wishes and desires away from their parents prying eyes. Later in the evening, Stevens eagerly accessed the site; first contacting the ginger girl and informing her of his nickname. He was quickly passed on to several friends; one of whom; 'Baby Oil' was very keen to tell of her desires. Marlene sat smiling, her tight leather cat-suit creaking as she typed away and puffed at a cigarette in elegant fashion; 'Baby Oil' would soon bring a wealthy new recruit for distribution amongst the women.

Fenton slept fitfully; he had downed half a bottle of vodka on returning from his session with Hortense; he just wanted to wank incessantly, such was his perpetual desire for his new-found erotic preference. He smirked as he thought of the reason for which he had arrived at this strangely pleasurable situation. His desire for young girls now paled into insignificance, as though it had never been there; the thought of the woman who had shown him the way kept his cock stiff and erect as he lay in bed; Lauren and Marlene excited him too, would he have the chance to serve his employers? And Clara Adams too; she would witness him tomorrow, for what purpose? He dozed s his mind went from one set of mature curves to another, each so sweetly in control of him now.

When Fenton arrived at Hortense's house, the maid simply sneered at him and pointed him in the usual direction without saying a word; her silence and instant assertive nature made his cock stiffen all the more, he knew today was going to be special. 

Hortense wore a short Chinese style black satin top which barely covered her sumptuous hips and curvaceous ass. She smirked and looked across at three equally attractive ladies who sat opposite, Clara Adams, legs crossed in pencil skirt and tight blouse was one of them. She smiled a Fenton as she toyed with what looked like a leather strap. She was accompanied by a plump auburn haired woman in a green dress which hugged her ample curves; her nipples stiffened visibly as she maintained an air of authority in viewing Fenton, crossing her legs to ensure he caught sight of her powerful thighs clad in black nylon. The third woman was blonde and must have been about 60, though was very trim and pert for her age; she wore a tight leather outfit with what looked like riding boots and carried a small but severe looking crop which she toyed with as she eyed Fenton like a prospective shopping article.

Between the women and Hortense was a small raised platform with a cushion next to it. Over the chair arm lay the luxuriant leather boots. Hortense smiled wickedly at Fenton and simply asked him to take his clothes off and kneel before her. the women commented to themselves as he stripped; as his cock bobbed stiffly at the thought of being viewed by other women, the door opened and in walked Lauren and Marlene. Fenton gasped at the two women who were responsible for his new life; both were cat-suited for the occasion and had a male on a leash, his genitals exposed but caged, who was made to kneel in a corner facing the walls. The woman sat and lit cigarettes as they witnessed the progress of one of their latest catches. Hortense lifted one one of her legs.

"You may take my shoes off and fit my boots for me; the ladies are anxious to see how much you've progressed. You shall have a real treat here today, before embarking on a new adventure." The women giggled knowingly at Fenton's look of bewilderment. Hortense gave a running commentary as Fenton, his eager cock erect and on full show to his audience, willingly removed the spiky stilettos and lovingly eased the equally spiky boots onto the superb woman's elegant legs.

"See how obedient he has become; I have been happy to pay you ladies for the privilege of being the first to guide him to his true position in life, he will bring in much revenue now he has learned to enjoy serving." As if to emphasise her control and his complete obedience, she simply pointed haughtily at the zip of the first boot as Fenton moved to fetch the other before completing the task. He immediately diverted and zipped the boot for his mistress; the other women clasped their hands and laughed in appreciation of his perfect servility. Fenton sensed this and his balls tingled at the thought of having pleased his dominant mistress. After zipping the second boot, she smiled down at the kneeling male and placed both feet of the spiky boots to the floor.

"You may kiss my feet now." The women sneered victoriously and six pussies tingled with gentle arousal as Fenton bent and kissed the toecaps without question. He remained kneeling as the woman who had complete control over him, stood and smiled wickedly down at him.

"Now you'll see how he has learned to worship and recognise the power and influence of a woman's scent." She smiled again, more wickedly than before, her pussy moist with her achievement.

"Tell the ladies what you like to sniff most; don't be shy, and I want the truth or you shall not be allowed to worship my boots." Fenton swallowed hard, as he thought of the delicious pucker he desired so much; his cock pulsed as he thought of what the other women's delicate aromas would be like; the words came out easier than he thought.

"I like to sniff your asshole mistress." Clara Adams' pussy dribbled and her nipples stood out like thumbs as she pulled on the leather object in her hand, the other women giggled with pleasure at the newly acquired male's admission; Lauren and Marlene lifted their heads in triumph, he would serve women well. Hortense pointed at the cushion on the floor and Fenton knelt on it, his balls tingling with anticipation. Hortense was ready to have him display for the women.

"Good boy! Now you shall worship my boots and asshole at the same time." She strode slowly and deliberately to the small platform, allowing Fenton to view the full erotic impact of the thigh-length leather boots. She stood before the kneeling male; a picture of pure dominance over him, and folded up the short skirt-like lower part of the Chinese satin dress, exposing her beautiful feminine cheeks in all their glory. 

"Get that cock between my boots and sniff my asshole immediately." The women squirmed with pleasure as they watched the complete submission of the male. Fenton moved up against the back of the luscious boots and put his nose to the delicious cleft of his mistress's buttocks. Hortense smiled with pleasure as she adjusted her calves to accommodate Fenton's rigid cock, and then closed them smartly to allow a nice tight passage between the leather. The platform raised the dominant woman to a perfect position for the worshipping male; his cock protruding through the wicked spiky boots just above the ankles, her ass at a height allowing him access to sniff her asshole comfortably. When he shot his cream, and how he would shoot his cream, the height guaranteed he would mess nicely upon the curves of the spiky footwear which held his mistress's elegant feet. Hortense was ready for him to display.

"You will now come for the ladies in as short a time as possible; do not displease us." Fenton could not believe the pleasure of the position he was now in; the air was now softly scented with the arousal of the watching women as they lustily viewed Fenton's stiff and eager cock, the bell-end appearing and disappearing between his mistress's boots. Fenton was oblivious to their scent now, as he enjoyed the rich and tangy scent of Hortense's asshole; she smiling with pleasure as she obligingly held her cheeks apart; his nose sniffing urgently at the seasoned and sticky pucker as his cock glided between the supple leather boots. The sense of pleasure offered his cock as Hortense expertly gripped it between the leather was pure ecstasy, and his balls and spine tingled with an extra, new-found pleasure as he sensed the enjoyment of the watching women. It was within a very short time indeed when the ecstasy of the sensations took control of him and he started to jerk and convulse. Hortense pulled her cheeks wider.

"Lick my asshole as you come, and make sure you spend well for the ladies!" Fenton's body quivered all over in pure, wanton submissive ecstasy as he obeyed his dominant mistress; his tongue lapped and probed at the deliciously scented asshole, the taste increasing his orgasm tenfold. He moaned as he looked up the back of the superior woman from between her lush cheeks; she had opened his mind to this divine pleasure and he was ready to die for her. The women cheered and clapped as he gratefully shot his sticky mess upon the shiny black leather boots, they watched with soiled panties as the defeated cock poked through again and again, spitting loops of cream which dribbled slowly down the black leather as Fenton moaned and spluttered at his mistress's asshole. The older woman rubbed her crop between her legs as she smiled with pleasure at the male's submission. She whispered something to Lauren who nodded her approval; Fenton had another booking.

Hortense smiled victoriously as Fenton eventually sagged from her asshole, his balls well and truly spent. Hortense turned and showed him the boots. The women applauded again, as without being asked to do so, Fenton dutifully licked his own cum from the dominant woman's boots, now savouring the salty taste as the women watched with glee. When he had lapped the last drops of cum from the leather, he was treated to another surprise. Clara Adams now stood over him too, with a wicked sneer, the leather object in hand. Fenton felt her elegant hands about his neck; he was leashed for the first time. Hortense beamed with pleasure.

"Clara has paid to have you for a week; your education will now take another step." Clara kept him on his knees as the older woman in the tight leather and riding boots came over and stroked his back with her crop; Fenton's cock began to swell again as he savoured the attention of the controlling and assertive women.

"In two weeks you will have the pleasure of my company for a weekend; you'll find my asshole is most savoury." She and the other women laughed and then Clara barked out instructions assertively to the leashed Fenton.

"You will remain on all fours while we walk to my car, you will not need your clothes." The women clapped as he was led away like a dog; his cock was stiffening again already as he felt the choke of the leash and watched the delightful Clara's globular bottom twist erotically in the pencil skirt as she strode positively ahead. Being naked in the open was a new experience for him, and Clara had purposely parked her car about as far from the entrance as she could. Fenton shivered as another car drew up; the haughty woman who alighted from it, gave him a look of utter contempt but said nothing, simply smiling at Clara. Fenton panicked just a little as Clara opened the trunk of the car and made him get in. She grinned with pleasure as she watched him lie, leashed, on the blanket in there.

"No masturbating during the trip; my asshole is very, very sticky and will require your immediate attention when we get home." With that she slammed Fenton into the darkness of the trunk.

Larry Emmerson was led into the lounge by his teenage mistress and made to kneel in a corner; food and water were placed in dog bowls for him. He whimpered as he viewed the nubile female as she arranged her hair in pig-tails, to compliment the school uniform she had donned; she would be enjoyed by another male who would then share Larry's fate. Sat in a chair opposite, reading a magazine was the buxom black housemaid. She waved goodbye to the girl as she left on her mission, and gulped down yet another glass of juice from the large decanter on the table. Larry quailed as she discarded her panties on the floor and lifted her legs, showing him a well -seasoned black pussy and asshole. She then got off the chair and looked sternly at Larry.

"I need to take a piss; you know the routine." Larry followed on all fours as the large black woman walked slowly to the toilet. She sat on the pan and smiled as she pointed to the floor directly in front of it. Larry's cock rose in tribute as he watched her large black gash bulge below the folds of her belly and gush hot piss. When she was done she sat forward on the seat, her pussy hanging invitingly over. As he had done many times before, Larry lapped at the hot salty pussy whilst the black woman taunted him about his tiny cock, which was now stiff with excitement. She turned on the seat and had him lick her asshole too. She laughed at him as he grunted with pleasure; she having commanded him to masturbate. Larry did not mind, he was broken and only yearned for when it was time for the maid to have her daily crap.



Catcher Culture Ch. 07



Fenton was blinded by the brilliant sunshine as the lid was lifted on his dark world in the car. Clara grinned, eager to exact rules and punishments on her new toy. Once again, naked and with stiff erection, he was walked on all fours almost the entire distance of Clara's drive. Her pussy moist and bulging with sweet arousal in her soiled panties as she strutted slowly toward her front door, ensuring that Fenton enjoyed the full experience of naked exposure. She stopped about ten yards from the door and grinned down wickedly at the leashed male.

"You will find me just a little twisted and very teasing. I am going to teach you to enjoy bondage; you will so enjoy your time with me." Fenton's cock stiffened as she spoke, she was certainly a very attractive woman and there was no doubt whatsoever that she was in charge. He quailed a little at the idea of bondage, but had full trust in Hortense; he knew he could come to no permanent harm with an associate of hers, unless she advised him that this was to be the case. His cock bobbed as he watched her fine plump ass shift and wobble before him as she continued walking, laughing aloud in the hope that a neighbour would hear and view her with her new prize.

He was immediately taken upstairs to a large bedroom; lying on the bed were some wicked looking straps and buckles. Clara wasted no time; she lifted her dress and peeled her soiled panties off, allowing them to drop down to her ankles. The mature woman leaned forward slightly and spread the cheeks of her ass.

"Sniff my asshole!" Fenton did not hesitate; on his knees, his cock was close to erupting as he smelled Clara's sweaty ring for the first time. He was not disappointed; his balls came up tight behind his cock as he sampled the rich and heady tang of the assertive woman's asshole, he so wanted to be allowed to masturbate. The mature bitch smiled with satisfaction at her control over him, and her knowing that he was bursting to shoot his cream.

"You may lick my asshole clean now; you make sure you thoroughly clean every fold and pucker, and then get your tongue in to its full extent. I demand complete refreshment. You shall then be allowed to enjoy bondage for the first time." Fenton was in a new kind of heaven as he listened to the stern woman's words and he wasted no time in sampling the delicate and sometimes sharp tangs of her asshole; his cock was rigid as he lovingly lapped and probed at the warmth of her sweet anus as she kept his leash tight, hoping on hope that she would allow him to come for her.

After stretching the muscles of his tongue for some considerable time, she pulled her ass from him and ordered him onto the bed. It was at this point that he noticed a display of menacing looking canes arranged on the wall, in full view of anyone on the bed. She smiled wickedly as she buckled a belt about his waist, and had him place his wrists through loops above the hips at either side; he could sense her acute pleasure as she buckled them as tight as she could without cutting off his circulation; there would be no using his hands to masturbate. The stick scent of her pussy filled the air as she made sure the belt was tight.

"I love this belt; it allows you to lie on your back or front without your hands being in the way. You can lay on your front and taste the cane of your choice, and lay on your back while my pussy and asshole enjoy your face. Fenton gulped as he looked at the canes; she smiled victoriously.

"Oh yes, you shall learn to enjoy a caning when you are with me. You shall have your first very shortly; I shall explain when you are fully bound." Fenton's cock now pulsed as never before as he lay face down on the silken sheets whilst the dominant woman bound his ankles tightly with a leather strap; he felt like a fly in web, if she was not in control before, she certainly was now; he was helpless and her dominant words in conjunction with his bondage made his ass tingle with a pleasure he had never had before.

She smiled and showed him what was obviously a gag; she then lifted a lid from a linen basket in the corner of the room and removed three pairs of soiled panties. She laughed as she placed two of them on the pillows of the bed, along with the pair she had worn that day; she took great care to turn each inside out with her graceful delicate fingers; exposing the rich marks of excitement experienced by hot sticky pussy and sweaty asshole. She grinned as she approached him with the other pair and the gag.

"Open wide! We'll not have you wasting scent by inhaling through your mouth, and I'll have silence when you are inevitably caned later." She grimaced with a look of satisfaction as the panties were popped into his mouth and the gag was applied; Fenton was now bound exquisitely.

"You'll find that the panties are nicely scented; you'll not be able to resist sniffing them as you squirm in your bondage. The canes on the wall are there as a warning; if you come on my sheets you will taste the cane. I told you I was twisted; you see, I am going to leave you here on your own for a while. I am going to visit a young stud who will fuck me whilst you lay here at my pleasure; you shall be under my control even when I'm away. I shan't wash; you will clean me when I return; on future occasions I may allow you to watch him fuck me, but you shall be denied that pleasure today." Fenton was almost coming as she spoke; she took one of the canes from the wall and strutted with it, before cutting the air with it; the delicious sound making Fenton squirm and fully appreciate his bondage for the first time. Clara sneered with pleasure.

"I want you think of this cane; you will not be able to resist sniffing my panties, you will enjoy your bondage and you will come on my sheets and you will be caned. I shall then remove your gag and you will be allowed to lick my pussy clean of a more worth male's seed. I shall go now; I'm desperate for a fuck." She laughed aloud and left abruptly, locking the door behind her.

Fenton shuffled forward and sniffed at the glorious whiff of Clara's soiled panties as he also eyed the canes on the wall; she was right, he was now in a new heaven as he wriggled against the unyielding leather straps and snorted the delicious gusset. He thought of the mature beauty being fucked and moaned through the pantie gag as he unleashed his balls on the sheets for the first time; he spurted in sheer ecstasy as he earned his first caning. He would honour the sheets several more times before his mistress returned; fucked, in need of a tonguing clean, and eternally spiteful.

The huge black made had spread her globular ass cheeks and Larry was almost enveloped as he licked the remnants of crap from her stinking asshole. The dusky dominant smiled with acute pleasure; her pussy buzzed as she enjoyed the attentions of the broken white man; things did not come much more pleasurable than this.

"You just lick up that crap white boy; the dinner I ate yesterday is all you'll have for a main meal. Of course when your mistress gets home you can have a black boy's cream for dessert." She laughed, making Larry's submissive erection even stiffer as he lapped and probed at the brown pucker, enjoying his task immensely. He knew the big bitch would inspect her asshole in the mirror after he'd done; she always found it wanting, and would thrash him, before allowing him to masturbate at her feet once more, it was always the way. The black maid's laughter continued long into the evening.

Clark Stevens Parked his car behind the derelict farm buildings, and took the now overgrown track across the wastelands to the quarry, towel over his shoulder; it was a little desolate here, but that suited him, there was no chance he'd be seen by anyone. His cock rose as he wound down the path which twisted through the weeds and brush to the edge of the quarry entrance.

He'd seen pictures of the little angel on the net; she was a feisty young thing and this was a secret place that she liked to go skinny dipping. She had told him about the way she liked to take off all her clothes and swim in the crystal clear water of a secluded pool at the rear of the quarry. Nobody ever went there anymore; it was too far out for most kids, who nowadays were content to sit in front of their computers all day, but Penny was an energetic wisp of a girl, who rode for miles on her mountain bike; she'd said on the net how she always felt horny when she was here, in the seclusion of the quarry where non-one would see her swimming naked and then masturbating in the sun afterwards.

As Clark brushed aside the willow saplings at the foot of the quarry, he looked at the little map she'd sent him. Sure enough, there was the overhanging boulder ahead, about 300 yards off. He headed through the forest of willows in the uncanny silence that prevailed over this huge hole in the ground; she was right, it had the feel of some tropical island, as there was no wind down there and the sun kept the enclosed area twice as warm as out in the open.

He closed in on the area near the boulder, and heard a gentle rippling of water. His cock stiffened to full rigidity as he saw her in the flesh for the first time. The soft blonde haired teen smiled shyly at him, waist deep in the warm pool; her pert little breasts warmed by the sun. She beckoned him forward, and without hesitation, Clark stripped off and waded naked into the water toward the giggling girl.



Catcher Culture Ch. 08



lark waded into the warm waters of the quarry lake and found this soft young girl most accommodating; she was very forward for age, Clark could not know that she was actually 22 and not the young waif she looked, nor was she as per her youthful description via the internet. After frolicking in the water with her nubile form, he explored her soft body as they lay on a grassy bank in the hot sun; she smiled and pressed her firm little breasts against him, making his cock erect nicely. She turned and lay on her front, lifting her soft little ass in the air; Clark wasted no time in mounting her, sliding his wet cock into her tight little pussy. The girl whimpered as he drove his cock hard into the warmth of her sex, making him probe and thrust all the more urgently. She smiled and looked up at the crest of the quarry through the sender and surrounding willows as she enjoyed his cock; she knew all was being recorded on camera. The thought of being party to his exposure gave her a wicked thrill and she moaned with pleasure, echoing his grunts as they both enjoyed a satisfying climax. The women had things nicely planned out; they would ensure he saw her dressed in school uniform and getting on a school bus the following day; they would then send him a copy of the film showing him fucking her. He would receive instructions on what he had to do.

Fenton struggled in his tight leather bonds as he sniffed perpetually at the panties; he had gratefully shot his load several times whilst awaiting the return of his freshly fucked mistress. He was close to coming again when Clara made her triumphal return. She smiled wickedly as she rolled Fenton's bound body to see his stiff cock, and witness the sticky patches of semen which soiled her sheets. Fenton's cock stiffened to maximum rigidity as he squirmed helplessly in bonds while the severely dominant Clara chuckled like witch and plucked a cane from the display.

"Well, you have certainly earned a caning young man! But first I have a nice treat for you; I've had the most delicious fuck with a man whose cock is twice your size. He's made my pussy nice and messy, and I've kept his seed nice and warm for you. You're going to have the pleasure of cleaning me up whilst I tell you all about how he fucked me; when I'm satisfied you've cleaned me sufficiently, you'll have your caning." She removed Fenton's gag and allowed him to watch as she removed her sodden panties, and carefully sat on the bed, ensuring she did not lose what her panties had helped retain. Fenton,s cock pulsed and bobbed as the smiling bitch had him sniff the moist gusset of the richly soiled panties; he was close to coming as the delicious aroma teased his nose. Clara rolled him onto his front once more, then sat on the middle of the bed, lifted his head and spread her legs. Fenton was presented with her hot, smelly, mature cunt which had been pleasured by another man. The evidence was all too clear to be seen. Clara smiled wickedly as she flexed her used pussy, from which blobs of creamy white semen oozed. She lifted his head by his hair and laughed at him, before edging forward and releasing his head to commence his duty.

"There! You get your tongue up where his cock's been; you should get a good taste of it, I don't think he bothered washing before he fucked me, he was so excited and it's so hot and sticky today." Clara sneered with spiteful satisfaction as Fenton's tongue began to lick the salty morsels from her divinely scented cunt. Clara's well used slit throbbed with satisfaction as she gained an immense erotic thrill, watching her bound and helpless captive squirm about as he gratefully devoured the seed deposited by another male, in awarding Clara a satisfying orgasm. As his tongue probed and lapped at her messy cunt, seeking out the main body of the wad spent by the stud male, Clara's clitoris buzzed in readiness for another orgasm, at the submissive's expense; a wicked sense of absolute dominance was indulged by her, as Fenton pandered to her delectable superiority as he obliged her without question, enjoying another man's seed; something he would never have imagined just a week or two ago. Clara teased as she relished her slave's actions; she was close to orgasm already, such was the eroticism generated by this subliminal act of domination, she would have it last a little longer, and pulled her legs back a little further so that he may enjoy her asshole for a while.

"You make sure you clean my back passage too; he gave my asshole a thorough seeing too as well, and I'm sure he's left some cream up there for you." The supremely dominant bitch smiled with divine pleasure as Fenton did not hesitate in sliding his messy and grateful tongue down the base of her slit, over the small hump below it, and into the sweet smelling recess below. He was so close to coming now; the delicious tang of her hot and sticky asshole making his rigid cock pulse with ecstatic pleasure as he basked in this act of sweet submission; Clara's mind and senses indulged in the opposite ecstasy, though his tongue now allowed her dominant cunt some respite, she had to fight to stop herself coming as Fenton's tongue now lovingly probed the hot depths of her anus, seeking the salty treasure left by her stud's stiff and sizeable cock. 

Fenton fought his needy senses too; he was close to erupting as he looked up over her beautifully mature mound as he probed her anus, to see Clara smiling down at him with a look of dominant satisfaction. He so wanted to come while servicing her asshole with his tongue, confirming her complete and utter dominance of him, but the thought coming under the sting of the cane was exquisite; he must hold back. Clara could take no more; the memory of orgasm from her stud was recalled as she now watched her slave perform, her cunt was open like an orchid in need of pollination, dripping with her divine juices, slave's saliva, and stud's semen - she would have complete satisfaction immediately.

Fenton almost whimpered as his head was pulled up from the honeypot of his mistress's asshole, though this was almost as much with relief as it was with his reluctance to leave the delicious warmth and taste of her anus. He set about the musky, salty flaps of her womanhood immediately, making Clara echo his whimper and stiffen her legs as she lay back and enjoyed pure pleasure as he indulged her flower. Clara could not hold back any longer, nor did she want to. She let out a huge groan and lifted her legs, pointing toes skyward as she had her clitoris rasped by her willing slave; a sumptuous and gratifying orgasm washed through her tense body as she triumphed in the humiliation and defeat of her worthless slave. She pulled his head hard against her crotch as wave after wave of absolute pleasure contorted her body; she had been fucked by her stud and serviced by a willing slave who she would now cane, her ecstasy was magnificent. Fenton struggled and was near pain as he wrestled with the sensations coursing through his excited and tortured bell-end; hw was determined to shoot whilst being caned and would not disappoint his mistress of the day. Clara recovered from her ecstasy and sneered down at Fenton; she could see he was at bursting point and was pleased that he had managed restraint, but would use this to her advantage. She smiled with satisfaction as she re-gagged her bound and wriggling captive, so that he may not be given the chance to respond or plead. Fenton's cock pulsed as he studied the display of canes.

"Well! So I'm not exciting enough to make you come? We'll see how long you can hold your cream when being thrashed, you have certainly deserved it!" With a vicious sneer and look of supreme resignation, she quickly discarded the top she had kept on whilst being pleasured and postured naked, whilst choosing a cane. Fenton was having trouble retaining his semen as he watched the delicious curves of her mature breasts and ass; her breast and arm muscles rippled most pleasingly as she selected a cane and whipped the air with it, making his cock bolt rigid on the strange comfort of the sheets. His ass tingled with fear and expectation as she placed her free hand on her hip and raised the cane high with a vicious smile.

'You shall now have your first thrashing; it shan't be the last." Fenton's entire body went taut in his divine bondage as the spiteful bitch brought the cane whistling down on his bare ass with no mercy whatsoever; Fenton groaned into his gag with a mixture of acute pain and strange unforeseen pleasure, Clara sneered audibly, increasing his pleasure as she indulged in a spiteful rally of successive strokes; the sound of the descending cane was ecstasy and the pain of the bite exquisite, making his cock pulse and balls pump with each impact. Clara taunted him as his eyes watered with the pain; his submission was divine and he was being truly indulged in his new love for absolute domination. After fifteen or more strokes he moaned in pain and divine ecstasy as Clara showed him in no uncertain terms that she intended to thrash home her absolute dominance, his cock could take no more and as the cane whistled down he shot his load in an unbelievably deep ecstasy.

Clara laughed as she brought the cane home again and again, as hard as she could, to match his jets of hot cum as he succumbed to his mistress; thrashed to orgasm in bondage. Her laughter seemed to have as much effect as the cane as he surrendered his balls, emptying them as the bamboo flexed the sweet red lines across his buttocks. Clara would have him kiss her feet when she untied him, and he would be allowed to lick her asshole again as they spent the night together; he had certainly earned that privilege.