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Ella's House of The Way Forward

By: Sputnik57



As the year 1880 wore on, Gray's urges toward women of a certain disposition grew stronger. As the owner of a modest drapery shop just off the Strand, he was fortunate in one sense to in contact with many women, though this did not help what he viewed to be a very unnatural desire; whilst the two younger male assistants at the shop discretely displayed their animal attraction for the younger, more flower-like lady customers in typically chauvinistic fashion, as was the norm in this Victorian male dominated society, Gray fantasised at the more mature and assertive women; he longed to be under the control of a strong willed woman, something he viewed as a perverted weakness.

Gray had remained a bachelor; he had courted several women but had never found one whom he thought he could share his life with. Relationships dwindled and he remained alone; his ever growing sexual desires left frustrated. On occasion, determined to sate his lust for that that special sort of woman, he had ventured to the east of the city on impulse and had visited the seedier areas in search of relief. The result had always been the same; he found the available women repugnant and could not find the courage to consult them with respect to his desires for the stern example of womanhood he sought. The street women he met were only interested in the basic relief that most men required; each time he returned west and consoled himself with gin.

He did his best to distract himself from his feelings, joining an amateur dramatic society; converting his passion to acting at least occupied his mind elsewhere, if only temporarily, and it was this passion which would lead to his realisation of his prime desire.

Ella Hempleton was a woman amongst women in this Victorian society ruled almost 100% by the male population; though the monarch was female, this was the only concession to the fairer sex. Politics, business, and the very administration of the nation was the domain of the male; a woman's place was in the home, under the supervision of husband or father. Ella Hempleton recognised no such order; she was very much her own mistress. Though still only middle-aged she had been widowed twice; both departed husbands, though seemingly the head of the household to the outside world, had been firmly under her control, and both had died early after a blissful life of submissive satisfaction. They had left her a rich woman, and in ownership of several businesses, including a benevolent society which took in many of the abundant homeless men who frequented the city. Whilst this society was completely legal and admired by the pompous population with whom she mingled, there was an ulterior motive for the stern woman's charity which she used to increase her not unsubstantial wealth. Ella was part of a circle of like-minded women, who to the public were seen as no more than an amateur dramatic society; 'The Women's Thespian Players', females taking part in acting still being seen as somewhat avant-garde, this was accepted by the general society as these were all upstanding women; the feminine name of the group deterred males from applying to join, leaving the women to select the males of their choice to be taken in for those necessarily masculine roles. Though they had an active interest in acting; the true fruits of the women's labours were realised through a hidden reason for their association.

Unseen to the public, Ella had enjoyed many short-term liaisons with males who suited her stringent demands as they were passed between the women of her society, but she yearned to take on a permanent pet who she could dominate at her leisure. 

She found the opportunity of a more lasting relationship through a visit from Faith Davenport, a prominent member of her circle. Faith bustled up the steps of Ella's grand residence having arrived by hackney, her favourite lackey of the moment following behind in suitably servile fashion. With little regard to the care of pedestrians who passed in the street no more than five yards away, she pointed to the floor and the lackey knelt as his mistress pulled the bell ringer. A maid pulled the large front door open and smiled with satisfaction on seeing the male on his knees in humble recognition of his superiors. She welcomed the lady in and then with a sneer, pointed the male to a corner; he shuffled in and sank to his knees in the appointed corner, his head bowed. Having never witnessed a male in such circumstances until being employed by Ella, The maid never tired of using her new authority over all males who attended, and was in her element.

"I see he is almost ready for purchase Madam Davenport; has a home been found for him yet? He is a rather handsome example." Faith smiled at the maid and then sneered down in triumph at the cowering male.

"Brown has fully recognised his submission to womanhood, and has been allocated a mistress who will take command of him in a week's time; he wept like a child when I revealed this was to be his destiny, which gave me the utmost pleasure. He so thought he was my favourite and that I would retain him; I have explained that his time in my household was merely his education, and that he is worthless in my eyes, his only use being the price paid by his new owner. His broken-hearted distress at learning the truth did so arouse me." Brown had been broken in more ways than one; he sniffled and wept as he knelt in complete submission, as Faith and the maid laughed at his child-like distress with their cunts bulging in arousal as they rejoiced spitefully at his misery. Faith grinned with pleasure and glanced toward a well-used rattan lying across the hall table which the maid was accustomed to using.

"Yes Rosie, it is likely that neither of us will ever set eyes on Brown after next week; please take this opportunity to finish his education while I converse with Ella, ensure he does not forget your kindness in a hurry." Rosie gleefully opened the door to the room Ella resided in, before ordering Brown into another as she flexed the rattan; though snivelling pitifully, he went eagerly with his mistress of the moment, his cock rudely erect in matching the nipples and excited cunt of the young girl with the rattan. He knew his snivelling deserved a thrashing, and would wallow in submissive ecstasy as Rosie cruelly cut him with the cane.

Ella greeted Faith as the sound of Rosie's first vigorous delivery made the broken male cry out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy to such an extent that it permeated two closed doors. Ella's nipples swelled visibly above her corseted blouse as she smiled wickedly.

"Brown?" Faith nodded. Ella smiled with satisfaction and her cunt moistened in arousal, in keeping with her colleagues, as Brown's audibility quietened as he began to enjoy the pain.

"You really are spoiling my Rosie; you know how venomous she is with males, having been abused by many of them when she was younger." Faith grinned as she sipped a glass of wine handed her by her host.

"I know, but Rosie is more deserving of such pleasures than any of us, I shall be so glad when her training is complete and she is invited to join our little society; extra practice never hurt anyone - apart from the deserving male of course!" Ella nodded in agreement as Faith moved on to the purpose of her visit, handing Ella a copy of a script as she continued.

"It's a copy of our latest play for The Women's Thespian Players, it's a rather risqué adaptation on the Salome and John the Baptist theme; we already have two known submissive males to play minor parts, it would be lovely if we could find another to play the lead role as John, we can have the first rehearsal within a couple of days; the dress rehearsal in a week's time can then be used as cover for the disposal of Brown. The three new males will then witness their true fates; it will be exquisite. I have marked you down as playing the executioner; any submissive male will jump at the chance of living out a fantasy of being executed by a woman, we'll make out we could not find a suitable male to play the part; his acting will reveal his innermost desires, as we've seen before." Ella's cunt bulged under her flowing skirts as she skipped through the script.

"This is SO arousing; we'd never get away with it in public! I see from the costume sketches that we'll need some fine silks and veiled materials; I know just the drapery I can get them from."

Gray settled down to another frustrating day at his business. He consoled himself by reading his amateur dramatics group's monthly journal which he left on his serving counter. There had been no particularly arousing customers so far that morning, until a rather portly but matronly woman entered the shop; his cock made a valiant attempt to rise as he tried hard to imagine being at her feet, naked and at her beck and call. As the two dozy assistants continued with their stock assessment, oblivious to anything remotely female being on the premises, Gray took the opportunity to get close to her and oozed his most servile persona. His cock shrank as she revealed a most timid and homely personality, mentioning she needed some thicker curtains to ensure the younger of her seven children did not wake too early with the dawn light, disturbing her husband an hour earlier than was required for him to begin work. As he resumed his drapery persona, he smiled in selling her the required material, as the shop bell rang announcing another customer. As the portly woman left, Gray's heart faltered as a woman he had actually masturbated over, glided across his floor wearing a sincere and somehow assertive smile, shapely, attractive, tightly corseted; Ella Hempleton. He only knew her vaguely as she had frequented his drapers before; he was aware she was a wealthy widow who had inherited business and a charity institution, but he also knew he was out of his league as a common draper. Despite this, he also knew there was something very special about her; her assertive manner had excited him, enough for him to have enjoyed a rewarding orgasm or two on abusing himself later. His cock swelled instantly. For her part, Ella had also sensed the warmth of his servile attentions on prior visits; coming to his shop on the second occasion on a whim to order Chinese printed fabric for the redesign of one of her rooms, which she did not really require. Her cunt tingled as she saw the obvious pleasure of the not unattractive and moderately handsome Gray, as she adopted a stance of clear authority. The maid with her was immediately assailed by the now un-dozing assistants, meeting with a look of shear contempt from the younger lady as she browsed at fabrics independently. Ella gave Gray a broad smile to ease his nerves, making his cock bulge noticeably in the loose trousers he wore.

"My man, I am in need of some of your finest silks and other materials for my seamstress in manufacturing some special costumes; be so good as to show me what you have."

"Certainly madam, do you have a preference for the colour of the silk?" Gray's voice faltered just a little from its usual clear baritone, pleasing Ella as she recognised his awe of her; increasing the possibilities of him being naturally subservient to her, for reasons other than being a draper in the company of a wealthy woman. She would tease it from him.

"Oh, most certainly the deepest black; black as an executioner's hood." Gray almost let out an audible gasp as his cock went rigid, causing him some embarrassment as he moved to the silks, Ella's cunt moistened as she watched his excitement grow, intertwined with an awkwardness which affirmed all the right signals; he had not made any spurious retorts to her description, as chauvinistic males were apt to do, he simply complied with her request. The array of fabrics in the shop would be an ideal acquisition for the players, and Gray might be just the right candidate for her new pet; he was well-spoken and perfectly mannered already; if she could just be sure of that final factor. What would happen at the counter later would have her close to an elementary orgasm. She selected the shiniest deep black silk, and continued the tease with the excited Gray, running her sharp and beautifully manicured nails up and down the black silk.

"I do so love silk, so soft and attractive, cool against the naked skin; delicate in appearance yet strong and unyielding in nature; it so suits me." Gray's erect cock dribbled as he stood next to this magnificent woman, and he felt compelled to comment on this occasion.

"It does suit you madam." Gray could not believe he had uttered the simple line, and broke into a cold sweat; Ella was delighted and took the opportunity to look him straight in the eye with a stern and confident sneer which somehow conveyed she was aware of his desire. Gray panicked a little and broke to ask her about the other materials. Ella would now affirm the strength of woman she was.

"Oh, if you would be so kind as to kneel and lift the hem of my third skirt; I know it's un-lady like but it's the only way you'll see what I prefer." Gray hesitated slightly till she smiled, nodded her approval, and pointed down as though in command of him. As he willingly sank to his knees before the superior woman, both cock and cunt tingled with satisfaction. As he fumbled with her skirts, finally finding the third which was a fine Honiton black lace material, she played her ace card.

"You remain kneeling for as long as you wish, make sure you take in the pattern of the lace; here, I'll assist you." With a deft tug, she lifted her skirts, allowing Gray a full view of both the material and her divine ankle and booted foot, placed neatly at a right angle. Gray was also treated to a waft of feminine scent which he imbibed gratefully; this, and the ankle boots she wore, had his cock rigid. Ella smiled down in triumph as she noted he was now transfixed by the boot. Gray would masturbate immediately she left the shop; he only wished he could do so there and then; her tight toed black ankle boots had rudimentary but very wicked looking spurs, Gray now knew for sure that he was kneeling before a dominant woman. He found the courage to slowly look up at her when he had managed to draw himself from the boot. Ella looked down into his eyes with a blank yet somehow stern expression, his face told her he was eligible for her requirements; she could already picture him leashed and naked. Gray seemed to sense she knew he wanted to be dominated, but was this as far as the situation would go - just a more than thrilling encounter? He was now yearning to establish further contact with her. Her stern look softened slightly to a wicked smile.

"I do hope you now realise what I require from you; I do hope I shan't be disappointed." Her cunt now blossomed with arousal as Gray remained kneeling for has long as he dare, taking another good look at the ornate but cruel spur. Ella assisted him.

"You may now rise and serve me, as per my requirements." Gray swallowed hard and reluctantly arose to his feet, wobbling slightly with tension, his balls tingling at the possible double meaning of her last comment. Her mind was racing too, in thinking of a credible way to forge some meeting, other than simply returning for more materials; she watched him as he found the black Honiton lace all too quickly. Gray wanted to ask if there was anything else, as he would routinely any customer, but he was now mesmerised by her presence and returned to the counter with the necessary lengths of lace and silk. Ella's heart missed a beat as she saw the dramatics journal on the counter; her cunt fully aroused and in need of attention, she almost lost her stern composure as she fired out the question.

"Are you interested in acting?" Gray was dumbfounded by this sudden change in direction but was grateful of it, if only to engage her in further conversation.

"Why... yes... I have a passion for it... I find it offers me release; I regularly have parts in plays with a local society." He blushed in the hope that she would not ask him from what he needed release, but Ella had only heard the first line of his response; she was ecstatic.

"Then I demand that you attend my home this week, for a little rehearsal in one of my society's productions; you shall play John the Baptist."

Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 02



Will was typical of the males who found their salvation in the ownership of a woman via Arachne House, the London refuge for homeless males which was now owned by Ella, and administered wholly by a directorship of wealthy females who were privy to her other interests. Like countless thousands of others, Will was drawn to 'The Smoke' with the expectation of finding fortune, having the suffered crushing poverty which was all to prevalent elsewhere in the country; at a time when this tiny nation ruled over 'an empire on which the sun never sets', Will represented the cruel reality at prevailed over far too many of the population. Whilst the newspapers glorified the grand exploits of Britannia in Africa, India and elsewhere, those newspapers from the day before were often used as a meagre cover from the rain by those who could not read them anyway, as they slept in the dank streets of the poorer areas of the city which spread like an urban jungle around the unreachable wealth of its central core. Will had descended from a rural area just north-west of London, and though having shown a basic intelligence by managing to learn to read and write, could find no work as his only experience had been agricultural. He had learned in the few short months he'd been there, to live by his wits and scrounge or thieve whatever morsel of food that became available. His spirit was slowly eroded as hunger bit home, and the final straw came when he awoke one grey morning from beneath the broad-sheets to find his worn-out boots had been removed. Footsore and hungry, he trudged the streets in desperation and joined the soup queue at a Salvation Army citadel; though a very worthy and benevolent organisation, its heart lay in religious teachings, something that men like Will who found themselves in a situation of poverty through no act of 'sin' found hard to grasp; they therefore shied away from the offer of more permanent shelter, as this involved commitment to a faith they could not honour. Despite this, anyone was warmly welcomed by the kindly army to consume the soup and bread on offer.

It was while he sat around the verge of the building, his stomach rumbling as it painfully digested the soup he sipped, that a proud and pompous looking pair of women in black, who were accompanied by a watchful male, smiled sternly at him and passed him a leaflet. He assumed they were agents of yet another religious movement, Quakers, Methodists or something, and simply stuffed the leaflet in his pocket. As he continued to consume the warm soup, he noticed that the women were somewhat selective with the individuals they chose to hand leaflets to, they were not handed out at random; a particularly dirty and shabby man, with a robust physique and square jaw was selected, whilst many cleaner but podgy individuals were ignored. Age too, did not appear to be a factor in their selection; a couple of middle-aged men were chosen though they sat in the proximity of much younger males. As Will lost interest, he finished his soup and was looking down at his black and blistered toes which he wriggled in the rare warm sunshine of that day, when another pair of shabby feet appeared beside them. He looked up to find a trembling and distressed lad of about twenty years standing by him.

"Please sir... do you know what this leaflet says? I can't read, can you? I'd be ever so grateful." The shaking male sat furtively beside will as he took the trouble to read it:

'Homeless and in need of shelter? Come to Arachne House. NO RELIGION INVOLVED.' Will was already walking to the address on the leaflet as he read out the words to the lad, who jumped up and followed. He had anticipated that the bare-footed

"Please sir... can I come with you? Only I don't know too many of the landmarks on the leaflet map, and I can't read the street names to ask directions." Will looked at the vulnerable countenance of the lad, and having experienced the horrors of being alone himself, he felt compelled to help.

"OK, come on; I could do with the company." The two set off in the direction of 'Lancing Street, Somerstown, nr. Euston railway station.' Will soon learned the life history of the lad, whose name was Elijah; he had little memory of his mother who had died when he was six, his father had married a very stern and strictly religious woman, who would birch him when given the slightest excuse, suggesting whatever he had done as being 'un-godly'. His father had died a couple of years after his mother, leaving the stepmother in complete control of him; she had shown him some affection but had a greater affection for the birch. The birching of Elijah stopped when she remarried, but was used elsewhere; he would wake in the night to hear it being used on her timid husband in the room next door. He took the opportunity to depart and left home, but the strangest thing was, he now found that he missed her. Will wasn't sure why, but his cock swelled as he thought of the stern woman.

Later that afternoon, the two skipped across the Euston Road, dodging the multitude of horse-drawn omnibuses, their ragged state viewed with scorn by some of the more fortunate inhabitants of the area, as they disappeared up Seymour Street; Lancing Street was the third on the left. The two looked upon Arachne house with a little trepidation as the plaintive sound of train whistles from both Euston and Kings Cross rang in their ears. Arachne house was a converted school, set amongst many other Victorian and Georgian buildings; several men, who by their appearance were obviously poor, came and went in casual fashion; this put their minds at rest. Will and Elijah knocked at the door which was opened by a matronly figure who welcomed them in with a smile as they stood leaflets in hand. She walked them down a corridor and ushered them into a room to join about fifteen others, all holding the leaflet as though it were their ticket to another life; for some, Will and Elijah included, and it would be exactly that.

One by one the leaflet holders were taken to 'Ward A' for assessment and induction, which included cleansing and de-lousing; all males who turned up were accepted, as this was indeed a worthy charity, but assessment depended on which ward they were admitted to. Wards B and C were where the majority went to, men were fed and offered basic education to enhance their chances of finding employment and independence within the great metropolis or elsewhere; its proximity to two major railway termini encouraged some to leave for northern cities, it also provided ease of access for visitors of the female sex from north of the city to view candidates housed in Ward D; those males who would provide income to keep the charity thriving. It was here that many of those handed a leaflet would be admitted; the women sent out to choose them, having a sixth sense in selecting males who were likely to succumb to a strong and domineering woman.

Will was taken first to one of three small assessment rooms close to the bath house;

The three rooms were marked 'General', 'Optional, and 'Leaflet'; he was led directly by a strutting bespectacled woman to the third. He was sat on a bench in the middle of an oak panelled room before three stern looking women as he clutched the said leaflet which showed his selection. They sat on an open bench elevated above him, designed to immediately make him feel small and below them. He swallowed hard as they sat for a full minute, simply sneering at him smugly in stony silence, expertly searching for the signs they desired. Will studied the few pictures which adorned the wall behind him; Joan of Arc in shining armour with huge broadsword, Delilah cutting the hair from Samson, and Salome with the head of John the Baptist on a plate. He felt his cock swell uncontrollably. The woman in the middle broke the silence.

"Did you find the leaflet, or was it presented to you by someone?" Will did not hesitate in describing who gave it to him; his voice faltering slightly, which generated smiles from the women.

"It was presented to me by two ladies and a man, at a Salvation Army citadel." The three lifted their haughty chins in approval, and the woman to the left snapped her fingers and pointed to the desk she sat at.

"Place it here!" Will left the bench without hesitation and carefully placed the crumpled paper before her. He then stood motionless, already expecting a command, which pleased the women no end; he also noticed that their nipples were prominent and visible in their tight bodices, they wore no braziers. As he stood, the woman on the left noticed his line of eyesight, and sneering, she heaved her breasts before barking at him.

"Sit back at the bench!" Will did so without question. The woman to the right now interjected.

"You appear to have treated our leaflet with some contempt; we may not be able to use it again. What is your explanation for this?" Will sung out the truth.

"I stuffed it in my pocket before reading it, as I was drinking soup at the time it was handed to me; as I was at the Salvation Army I assumed the ladies were from another religious organisation... please accept my apologies." The women seemed to warm to him suddenly, and the one in the middle lifted her skirts, allowing Will a good look at long black laced up boots with elegant heels before she spoke again.

"So you are a non-believer, or at least a non-conformist; god may even be a woman perhaps?" Will studied the boots with his cock now stiff in his baggy trousers.

"Why of course, why not?" The women smiled with satisfaction, and the other two also lifted their skirts to reveal similar risqué boots, most unbecoming of women of society; more in keeping with certain ladies of the night, those who were beyond the price of a man like Will. The haughty women in the middle now finished the test.

"You will now remove your clothes." Will gasped audibly as the three women now removed canes from draws in the desk, and blushing with embarrassment he slid his filthy clothes off. As the smiling women flexed their canes and smiled with satisfaction at Will's erection, the woman in the middle had the last word.

"Ward D... without question."

Gray was a bag of nerves as he ascended the steps to Boadicea House and rang the bell. 

He was immediately hit by a waft of sweet feminine scent as the door swung open. Rosie looked at him with a smirk of utter contempt; only one sort of male was invited to the house in such circumstances, and she was eager to stamp her authority immediately. Gray opened his mouth to introduce himself.

"I'm...

"I know who you are. I hope you're not late; I shall be most displeased if you disappoint my mistress in any way. You'll follow me, and be quick about it." Gray's cock swelled and he was consumed by a tingling fear as he followed the maid; his eyes firmly on her slender waist and shapely rear which swished her long skirt from side to side as she strutted before him, her cunt bulging as she took immediate command of him, a wry smile on her face as she delivered her mistress's next prey. Grey had never been spoken to by a maid this way before; his already stiff cock showing its carnal approval. She opened the door to a vast drawing room, and walked him in.

"Gray has arrived at last madam." Gray was at least ten minutes before the required time, and Ella smiled wickedly at him, after examining a golden carriage clock on suitably ornate mantelpiece; she then addressed the assertive maid.

"Thank you Rosie. That will be all; I shall now take control of Gray, you may change and come and watch the rehearsal if you please." Rosie grinned with pleasure and disappeared in most un-lady like fashion in her haste to return. Ella's guests included four other women, some plump, some very shapely in wickedly tight corsetry which emphasised their slim waists and made their ample breasts jut forward. As an obviously delighted Ella strode forward to introduce him to them, Gray noticed there were also two males in the room; both were sat on small chairs in opposite corners at the far end of the room, both sat motionless and facing forward without recognisable expression with their hands in their laps. It was obvious that they were not privy to social intercourse of the women. Ella snapped her fingers and simply looked in the direction of one, as she relieved Gray of his coat. The male was dressed in a stiff grey suit with tightly buttoned white shirt, as the other who remained obediently still and expressionless in his chair. Gray noticed both wore flat shoes with no heels; he now had trouble controlling his erection, as The male's total obedience combined with his drab appearance, along with his height reducing shoes, confirmed that he was not simply a servant of Ella's; he was more her property. Ella looked into his eyes and gave him a wry smile as the male scuttled away with his coat without uttering a sound.

"You will get used the way things are run in my household; I like my males to adhere rigidly to their disciplines, and I trust my maid Rosie was correct with you?" Her cunt tingled as she waited for his response, she was attracted to him more by the minute, and longed to dominate him at her leisure; she knew Rosie would have been curt and domineering in her attitude, and hoped he had been put well in his place by her. His answer confirmed his weakness and excited her all the more.

"The maid... Rosie... was very polite and professional in her manner with me, thank you." She squeezed his hand firmly and took him amongst the other elegant women, who all looked down their noses as they smirked at him; his heart began to beat rapidly, pumping his cock to rigidity as their air of supreme and confident authority enveloped him. Faith Davenport strutted forward, and was forward with her questioning; she would have Gray confess his submissiveness to woman openly, at the earliest opportunity; she was aware of Ella's growing affection for him, and of her need to own a male who would satisfy her sexually on a long term basis, and be of use commercially. The acquisition of his drapery business along with his knowledge, would assist their theatrical productions, and he was handsome and ripe for domination.

"So Gray, you don't mind being directed and managed by women? It is considered abhorrent by most males these days, we being the 'weaker sex' and not even having the power to vote. Do you consider us to be the weaker sex?" The women laughed in unison with ironic scorn at the statement, and beneath their heavy dresses, their cunts tingled as they relished an answer from a male who had already shown too many signs that he wished to be shown a firm hand by women. Faith smiled with satisfaction, having fired a double question at him; she loved to have males squirm their way to a delicious confession. Gray's anus quivered and tingled as he half sought to provide a relevant and topical answer, and half wanted to reveal his absolute worship of all women; viewing them as superior. The situation was not helped by Ella, who still clutched his hand as though he were a small boy being introduced to a selection of prospective governesses, and now stroked the back of it with her other hand, as though to prompt a correct answer which would please them. With a sincere yet submissive tone, he answered.

"I... I really don't mind... I... I like the idea of being managed by... people who are expert in the field. I think it somewhat absurd that women cannot vote; our monarch is a woman and she has shown us that a woman can rule an empire." Ella's breasts swelled as she felt how close Gray was to admitting his deepest desire; she would ensure he did so before leaving that evening. Constance Templar was a particularly spiteful member of the circle, who specialised in treatments for males who had disguised their innermost thoughts by wife-beating in frustration, before admitting and recognising their submissive side; it was her pleasure in breaking and humiliating them, ensuring their absolute obedience on delivery to their new mistress. She now stepped forward to probe Ella's new pet-to-be.

"So you accept the rule of a female monarch; would an entirely female government perhaps please you?" Gray's cock fought to protrude from his underwear as he covertly studied this magnificent example of stern womanhood; like Ella, she was early middle aged with a beautifully curved body and facially attractive. Her confident persona oozed dominance. Gray was close to exposing his prime reason for being there, and Ella could feel it. She hoped he would survive the teasing of her friends; she wanted to hear his admission personally, before taking complete control of him. Gray was now fighting with his own conscience.

"I would be most happy being governed by women... if... if they were the right sort of women." As Ella felt the other two women closing in for the kill, she took command of the situation, feeling that Gray may be inclined to bolt and escape her clutches. She smiled and pulled Gray aside, pointing to the open area of the drawing room set aside for rehearsal.

"Come ladies, let us begin the rehearsal; I am anxious to conquer and execute my John the Baptist." Gray's cock pulsed as he felt he was being led from the frying pan to the fire; the script was openly risqué, and the women's adaptation of the tale, concentrated on Salome's humiliation and destruction of John, followed by much attention to his actual execution, the finale being the displaying of his severed head. Gray was delighted with the prospect of acting out a mock execution with Ella as the executioner; he was also very pleased to learn that the exquisitely stern Constance was to be Salome.

As the evening went on, Gray found himself chastened and criticised at every opportunity by the severe women, accepting his error on each event without question; his cock swelled and their cunts moistened as all enjoyed his ever-growing obedience and position below them. After an hour and a half, he expressed the need to use the water closet. He was escorted their by Rosie the maid, who was now dressed as casually as a Victorian girl dare be in company; her low cut dress was tightly belted, her white breasts expressing a beautiful cleavage. She led Gray to the toilet as though he were no more than a dog; he was to be her mistress's pet after all. She stood close to the door and ushered him in.

"You make sure you be quick, and don't you dare do anything you shouldn't; I shall be listening, and if I think you've done something disgusting... I know what ALL men are like; I shall let Ella know of your weakness." Gray's cock was truly in need of more than urination; as he eased his stiff member out, his bell-end was shiny and slippery with abundant lubrication. He was pleased Rosie listened at the door; he would have certainly masturbated otherwise, but the feeling of being denied by a mere servant girl kept him rigid and ensured the rest of the evening would be divinely erotic. Gray was made to kneel and watch as Constance removed her skirts to perform her adaptation of Salome's 'Dance of the seven veils' whilst Ella stood commandingly over him; his cock was now seen to be prominent against the fabric of his trousers as he watched, mesmerised by the sight of the elegant woman's legs in her bloomers. The other women giggled quietly and sneered at Gray as they enjoyed the tease he was enduring; he would now have willingly masturbated before them, had they allowed it. Ella placed her hand on his neck and squeezed it, as she whispered to him.

"You should see the costumes we shall wear; they are exquisite, I cannot wait to have you at the dress rehearsal." Gray was speechless; the thought of these women dressed in the silk and lace he'd supplied was tantalising. When the women closed in on him for the final act, he was more than ready to admit his desires; he was held face down on cushions by the women, who stroked his arse making his cock pulse, Constance held his head and lifted it by his hair, to watch Ella approach as the executioner. She pace slowly up to him with a dominant look of contentment on her face, wielding a huge theatrical scimitar and towered over him as he was held, helpless and at her mercy. Her cunt tingled as she spoke the final line of written dialogue.




Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 02



"You have been defeated by Salome who has requested your head; I shall now have the pleasure in taking it from you." Constance pushed his head into the cushions and Ella lifted the blade, her cunt bulging as she imagined actually taking a male's head off with it. She brought it down sharply, and then pressed it against his neck, holding it there whilst all the women heaved their breasts and felt their cunts tingle at the delicious symbolism of beheading a defeated male. Gray was in an ecstasy of his own; he squirmed as the women held him, close to orgasm as he imagined his head rolling away; though the blade was necessarily blunt, the feel of the cold metal on his neck being held there by a dominant woman was subliminal. The women let go when Ella lifted the sword once more, and gave themselves a round of applause. Gray was then allowed to get up. The women withdrew to the seating and some lit cigarettes; something which astonished Gray. Faith then turned to him.

"You may go now. Make sure you are here on time for the dress rehearsal; you will find us very different women then." Gray bowed to the women and Rosie led him to the door, Ella followed and dismissed her; the maid smiled knowingly at Gray before leaving.

"I shall see you again Gray, be punctual." As Gray stood alone with Ella, he hoped she would give him some sign that he was wanted for more than the theatrical part. His heart sank as she coldly opened the door; he was about to leave when she spoke.

"You liked the boots I showed you at the shop the other day; I think you should kiss them." Gray dropped to his knees without hesitation as the smug Ella lifted her skirts; his balls tingled as he lovingly kissed each one several times. Ella's cunt was now in need of serious attention as she relished her triumph over him; he had confirmed his submission.

"You may rise again now. Please bring some overnight things with you to the dress rehearsal, I may wish to keep you longer than expected. I am inclined to allow you to worship my boots another way if your performance pleases me sufficiently. Good night Gray." She gave him a look that made him tingle all over and closed the door on him. He went back to his flat above the drapery in utter disbelief, and masturbated till his cock was sore and his balls failed to spend, before drifting off into a blissful sleep, dreaming of biblical executions.



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 03



Will was in a strange trance-like state as he was led from the assessment room; he was told to put his trousers and shirt back on, he did so; he was told to go with the lady outside who had been summoned by bell-pull, he did so; he was told to strip again whilst overseen by three stern women in the bath-house, he did so. Will had not been imprisoned, but felt compelled to oblige the simple authority and directives of the women; he had already witnessed men coming and going, and he had not been restrained in any way. Footsore, hungry, and already broken by his state of poverty, this new surreal experience combined with the warmth and clean smell of Arachne House sealed his fate; Will would now only be allowed to leave on a permanent basis when a female client purchased him.

He was taken past wards B and C by the three women; on passing C, several males, who could only surmise what went on there, made underhand comments.

"Anuvver one fer the 'pansy ward' eh?' One of the three women dismissed this particular male with a stern smile as Will was taken from the view of the 'standard' residents to ward D's bath-house. Once there he was relieved of his clothes by two prim women dressed like nurses, in white. He fought to hide his half-erection, but they just smiled, and led him down a tiled corridor, stopping on the way at a service hatch half-way down. Another grinning woman passed out a glass of water and two tablets which Will was made to swallow. The woman took back the glass.

"He'll do just nicely for some lady." Will thought little of the comment, thinking it was just a comment on how he might get on in life. He was taken through double doors to a large vat-like bath and told to lay in it; the two then proceeded to wash him down with carbolic soap which stung any minor abrasion he had, and Will had many. His hair and genitals were washed with another lotion which made his scrotum and scalp burn; as he grimaced in pain, one of the women slapped his face smartly.

"Don't you dare fidget, we must be sure to get rid of any unwanted visitors you may have picked up." They then pushed him beneath the surface without ceremony, and rubbed his head and balls vigorously as he held his breath. He gasped as he surfaced, and one of them lifted her finger up.

"Out you get; time for a trim and some measurements." He then had his hair cropped by the women, and they then took turns lathering his balls, smiling as his cock stood to attention; his pubic hair was shaved off, and doused with a bowl of water. One of the nurses picked up a clipboard, while the other held his balls and had him cough. It was at about this time that Will began to feel strangely drowsy; one of the nurses smiled as he yawned.

"Best get him done quickly; we don't want to have to carry him to his room." The nurse with the tape rubbed his cock to a full erection and measured it.

"Five and a half inches; average." She then held his balls, jostling them up and down.

"Medium to large; very good!" A note was made of his height, waist, thigh size, hair and eye colour, before he was taken to some scales and weighed. As he stepped off his legs gave way momentarily, making him stumble. The nurses pulled a white cotton dressing gown from a nearby cabinet, and walked him quickly back up the corridor and up a flight of stairs where they met yet another matronly figure.

"Room 15; that one was processed yesterday, lady from Ware bought him, he'll be made busy I don't doubt having seen her a few times, serves him right." Will could now only half take in what was being said; the drug he had been given rendered him incoherent, all he saw was '15' and a hard looking bed which felt like a cloud. He closed his eyes and was near comatose within seconds.

When Will awoke, he found he was now wearing a white silk gown, his bed had silk sheets and the room which he had all to himself, was permeated by a sweet feminine perfume which wafted through a vent high up the wall. His cock was unusually erect and was further excited by the silks; it was then that he noticed the notice painted across the inside of his windowed door: 'You will kneel immediately when ANY female enters this room.' Will was subdued by the notion that he had been duped into some religious sect, assuming that the kneeling would be associated with prayer; he was not keen on giving thanks to any unseen deity for the miserable experiences life had offered him thus far, but the prefix 'female' also rankled with his mind. He knew not of any female vicar or priest, and his cock pulsed as he recalled the rigours of his interview and the boots that the women wore. Before he had time to dwell further on the matter, the door swung open and he was faced by a magnificently stern woman, worthy of worship as a goddess herself; a long black skirt flowed down to the floor from a tight waist above shapely hips, full rounded breasts expressed themselves by introducing her nipples through the fabric of her black satin top. Her attractive face contrasted superbly with the black she wore; soft milky white skin and a bouquet of lush ginger hair with startling green eyes complemented her severe persona. She carried a birch which made Will's balls tingle and the divine apparition did nothing to ease his erection. She had an equally severe assistant with her, who sneered down at Will and toyed with a silver bowl she held, purposely catching his attention. 

Will suddenly remembered the legend on the door, and was compelled to drop to his knees by the somehow powerful presence of the women, as much as by the order itself. The superb ginger woman smirked with satisfaction and cut the air with her birch, making Will jump, much to the amusement of her assistant. The clear and confident authority in the goddess's voice made Will's balls tingle all the more as she spoke.

"You will be on your knees immediately, the next time this door is opened; is that clear?" Will leaned forward as she spoke, trying vainly to hide the erection which poked from his gown.

"Yes... Madam." She strutted forward with the birch, her assistant following eagerly; her sneer broadening all the time. The ginger woman's full breasts heaved as she looked down at Will with contempt.

"Straighten your back immediately! You shall only bow to me when I enter, unless I specifically request that you remain in the position of respect." Will obeyed immediately, and the two smiled with satisfaction as his cock held the gown up rudely. Will went red with embarrassment as he watched the milky white hand move the birch to the bottom of his gown, lift it, and place it above his exposed erection.

"You will address me as Mistress Hope; I am your House Mistress and will oversee your education here. You will not be allowed leave from Ward D until I am thoroughly satisfied that you have realised your correct place in life, by which time you will be more than pleased to return to Arachne House until a place of servitude has been afforded you." Will's cock bobbed as his balls now tingled with an uncanny pleasure at her words; were these women to enslave him, yet allow him to leave? How could that be? Hope nodded to her assistant with a wicked smirk, and the assistant placed the bowl at Hope's feet as she lifted her long black skirt. Will's cock dribbled as he looked at the prim black and elegant heeled shoes, black silk stocking-clad shins, and ankle bracelets before him; items normally associated with prostitution in Victorian times. Hope made his cock perk exquisitely as she touched his exposed bell-end with her birch.

"You will now surrender yourself before me for the first time; I will have as much cream as you can muster in that bowl; do not disappoint me." Will was acutely embarrassed at performing the act of self abuse, which carried many taboos about blindness and madness anyhow, in front of two women; the direct command combined with the erotic sight before him, and the strange urgency of his cock, gave him licence to perform as ordered. The women sneered down at him as he eagerly stroked his throbbing cock. Hope ensured his balls gave a worthy account as she twirled the birch in her elegantly manicured fingers.

"You have shown elementary signs that you will know your true status when in company of women; I shall milk the truth from you, and you shall learn to readily appreciate your lowly position at the feet of all women." Will could not help but find a strange comfort in her words, which also made his anus tingle excitedly as he knelt obediently at the feet of the commanding ginger matriarch; he moaned with an overwhelming pleasure, not matched by any self-abuse he had awarded himself before; the women grinned with utter contempt as his cock spurted forth ample loops of his seed into the shiny bowl, and beyond to the exquisite shoes he focused on. As he shuddered to an end on completing a satisfying orgasm, Hope pointed with her birch to the cream which dribbled down the toes of her shoes.

"You'll lick those clean now." Will found himself obeying her command without question, his anus continuing to tingle as he readily lapped the cream from her tightly clamped shoes, while she smiled down at him with satisfaction. Hope then nodded to her assistant who bent and picked up the bowl, viewing its contents with a pleased look. Hope smiled at her.

"Room 4; he has earned the honour of licking the bowl clean, award him six strokes if any hesitation is shown." Will's spent cock retained a semi-erection as he listened with disbelief. Hope lowered her skirts again as her assistant left with the bowl of warm semen.

"I shall spare you the birch today, as you have shown pleasing progress on our first encounter; fear not, you shall be introduced to it on another occasion, I can promise you that. You will yearn for its touch when applied by any woman before you leave for servitude. You will remain on your knees for one minute after I have left, and you will ensure you are in that position before I Step into your room tomorrow." With that she turned and left, giving Will a view of her shapely ass as it bustled in the black skirts; bringing his cock erect again. Will counted down the seconds as his faced the door and relived his experience, after at least two minutes, he went and sat on his bed and masturbated once more; groaning in a strange and vibrant ecstasy as he thought of her promise and spurted fresh seed from his aching balls.

Gray looked at the contents of his meagre flat, and said goodbye to them; he somehow knew it might be sometime before he saw it again. Gray's cock was uncontrollable as he ascended the steps of Boadicea House for the second occasion; Ella had openly revealed her dominance and her intentions, and he was now to offer himself up to her and learn if reality would be as divine as his fantasies. He took a sharp intake of breath as Rosie opened the door; she wore a dress made from some of the black silk obtained at his drapery, low cut revealing the youthful woman's pert cleavage, and though full length, splits to each side revealed her elegant legs as far up as the lower thigh as she moved. Golden sandals and scarlet lipstick provided the finishing touches which ensured Gray's rigidity, as he took in this vision that the haughty maid had been transformed into. She pointed him in with a curt smile without speaking, closed the door hard behind him to ensure he knew he was now trapped, and then took his bag from him and tossed it into a corner.

"We shall deal with that later, when you are shown where you are to be kept; you may kiss my feet now; we must begin as we intend to continue." Gray showed little hesitation in dropping to his knees to kiss the young maid's finely pedicured toes which peeped from the golden straps. Her cunt buzzed with pleasure as she asserted immediate dominance over her mistress's pet-to-be. Her cunt, which Gray would find himself servicing on many occasions, moistened as she could not resist a tease while he was knelt at her feet.

"I shall thoroughly enjoy helping Mistress Ella train you, I shall ensure you feel my cane if you don't do just as I please." Gray gulped and was close to soiling his underwear as he was teased by a girl half his age, and could not hide his appreciation of it. Rosie walked off in the direction of the drawing room on having enough of her tease, leaving Gray to rise from his knees and scamper after her, his heart pounding. Rosie opened the door and simply announced his presence.

"Gray!" He cowered a little at the scene which met his eyes, but there was no going back. The 'dress rehearsal' was to be its premier, as Gray studied an audience of at least twenty-five stern looking women, seated around the perimeter, dressed in strangely exotic and erotic styles, in purples, blacks, leather skirts and many openly displaying long boots laced up their calves. The two males were there, kneeling naked and leashed where they had previously sat; one of them was receiving special attention from Faith Davenport, who turned and smiled wickedly as she heard the arrival of her friend's new pet. Faith received him in firm domineering fashion, now that it was open to all that Ella had confirmed to all that she was to own him. She smiled as Gray glanced fleetingly here and there, looking for the woman he desired as he was led toward the audience of seated madams.

"You'll not see your mistress until she has her part to play, after all, a husband would not see his wife on the day they are to be married; not until she arrives for the confirmation of their union at the altar by the priest. This is a close as you will get to a marriage today, and there are many 'priestesses' here, eager to see your mistress take ownership of you; myself among them. You will enjoy much more than a simple play this evening, you will have a delightful taste of the life you will be moulded into." Rosie followed Faith and Gray, and moved forward to meet Constance Templar who was chatting with some of the guests who had their pets kneeling in attendance; she was always keen to hear of their conduct, having been instrumental in their training. She held something under her arm; the costume Gray would wear, and would serve two purposes. Rosie ushered her toward Gray, who stood feeling underdressed in his drab suit, as he viewed the overwhelming and erotically dressed women; they would now view him as he was made to feel even more underdressed. Constance, dressed for her part of Salome, showed copious amounts of bare flesh already, despite being draped with at least seven layers of lace and silk for her 'veils' dance, and took great pleasure in making Gray show more.

"You will now strip and allow our guests to admire you, before I give you your costume." Gray went white as the three women looked upon him with stern smiles, and the crowd of dominant women whispered and tittered to each other as they admired Gray in his dressed form; they had witnessed this simple humiliation many times before, but it was always of special interest when the subject was a male chosen as a pet for one of the circle; as Ella's next pet, Gray would receive much scrutiny. He tried in vain to subdue his erection, but the three dominant women eagerly helping him off with his clothing only pandered to his submissive side; Rosie's youthful yet commanding smile and the thought of her promised caning in particular, ensured his cock saluted the ogling women as his underwear was removed. Constance held back with his costume, ensuring the admiring audience of dominant women aged from 35 to 70 could take in the shape and features of a male who they would become acquainted with; cunts bulged as they viewed the lean and handsome figure that they may be serviced by, as a favour from his mistress. Gray was made to kneel, as he suffered the mild humiliation he would later think on and enjoy.

Constance was nicely moist by the time she relented and Gray was allowed to don his costume, which was no more than a white silk shroud with billowing sleeves. Faith's nipples perked and protruded from her soft leather Basque as she would now continue Gray's sweet humiliation. She pointed him to the audience of stern and amused women.

"You will now show your respect by kissing the feet of all the ladies in the front seating; they are all important members of the circle, you will do this for your mistress." Gray was only too pleased to do this following the trauma of public exposure, and his cock swelled as he bent submissively and sampled the delicious array of boots and shoes, as their owners looked down at him with studied contempt; Faith had no need to supervise him with a cane, but enjoyed doing so, she then had him kneel facing the performing area, until the play started and he was required. 

The women applauded and showed their appreciation at each point that Gray's John was put down by Constance's Salome in the strange adaptation that had little bearing on the legend, and Gray found himself toyed with as the female participants added ad-libs not present at the prior rehearsal; John kneeling and in worship of Salome's ample buttocks at one point, bringing rapturous applause. The tone became sombre again, as the dominant Constance performed her dance, Gray held by two of the performers and watching excitedly as she removed her bodily 'veils' in erotic fashion, to reveal no more than a leotard; her nipples and bulging cunt expressed through the thin material. She danced up to the kneeling Gray and brought her excited camel-toe close to his nose, the delicate whiff that her cunt allowed him, stiffening his cock for what was to follow. The leashed males turned out the lights on the opposite side of the room to the audience and placed a theatrical lamp behind the performers, silhouetting them. There was then a hush as Ella appeared at last, as the executioner; the audience gasped and cooed at her costume before applauding loudly. Gray was transfixed at the sight of the woman who was his only reason for being there.

Ella moved slowly and gracefully toward Gray, stopping and turning at every other step to display her scimitar, and her shapely body; her eyes never moving from his. Gray's cock was rigid at the vision before him; Ella's costume was simply a black lace top with black lace Turkish style leggings, and a band of black silk about her waist, set off with a black silk hood with eye-holes, the lower half of her face exposed. The lace which was shaped about her upper body, torso and legs, hid nothing; her globular breasts were seen clearly, and her smooth mound drew Gray's eyes to the sweet lips of her womanhood as she approached; Rosie joined Faith and Constance as Gray was laid on his back, and his shroud pulled up to his chest; the audience of women now saw his erect cock stand in silhouette against the lamp behind him. Ella danced elegantly to Gray's head, stepped one leg over it, and then gently eased down toward his face. Gray's balls were close to giving up their cream as he lay mesmerised watching Ella's sweet cunt and asshole descend to his face. As her beautifully rounded cheeks settled on his face, Gray sniffed at the glorious scent through the lace, as she rubbed herself back and forth whilst holding the scimitar in both hands above her head. Faith, Constance and Rosie took turns in stroking Gray's erect cock as his enjoyed being closer to a woman's cunt than he had ever been; as he began to spasm and moan, Rosie was allowed to take command of his cock as Ella gently lifted and stood over him with the scimitar up, ready to behead him. With the scent of her cunt still fresh in his nostrils and her young and dominant maid teasing his cock, Gray would willingly have been beheaded at that moment; Ella smiled down at him, her cunt moist with arousal.

"I shall now take your head and my maid shall sever your balls" Gray grunted in ecstasy as Ella brought the theatrical sword down to his neck, and the women stood and applauded wildly as they watched the silhouette of his cock shoot generous loops of cream as Rosie smirked and rested another fake knife across his scrotum with her free hand while the knuckles of the other were covered with warm semen. Gray writhed in heavenly submission and spent as though his balls were really to be cut from him. Faith pressed the pillow over his head, as mistress and maid raised fake decapitated head and testicles to show to the applauding women, before taking a bow to announce the play's end.




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The women now left their seats and crowded around Gray as Ella lifted the pillow from his face and had him kneel to face her; Gray had been dominated and had met his fate theatrically, the reality of his fate in entering into a lifetime of sweet domination at the hands of Mistress Ella would now be confirmed. Gray now grasped the dual purpose of his white shroud as he knelt and looked meekly up at the naturally stern woman in black lace who would own him. She smirked at him as could not help himself from glancing at her heaving breasts and aroused cunt, which was now prominent in the lace; her juices now apparent in the delicate network of the material about her crotch. She whispered to him as he was encircled by the superior women.

"Don't worry Gray; you shall taste me again when I have you all to myself later." Gray's cock was erect again already as he listened to the softest words she'd ever offered him; though her dominance over him would always remain paramount, Gray felt the affection she had also developed for him, which had been instrumental in leading to her choice of him as a permanent pet rather than another toy to be sold on.

The simple ritual was almost masonic; Ella had no need to make any speech; she whisked the shroud from Gray, leaving him naked once more; his re-erected cock sticky and glistening from its recent relief, reminding the scrutinising audience of his submission. Rosie sneered with pleasure as she stepped forward from the circle with a shiny leather leash which she presented to her mistress before stepping back, and Gray's cock now bobbed fully erect, much to the delight of the smirking women, as he felt his mistress tightly buckle this symbol of total ownership for the first time. Her face now beamed with pleasure as she turned and made a simple address to the circle of dominant women.

"Well?" She then faced Gray again and moved close so that he may sniff at her cunt, ensuring his cock displayed its acknowledgement of her superiority, and Gray watched from the corner of his eyes as he sampled the delicious scent of his mistress, whilst the exquisite array of dominas now slowly rotated round them with a slow, deliberate step and facing inwards with various stern sneers as they viewed the naked slave to be. After a full rotation and on returning to their original spot, there was complete silence, apart from Gray who panted like a sacrificial lamb as his mistress kept a stern face and stared down at him; her cunt bulging as Gray's breath warmed it. He jumped as the loud applause of the women suddenly started after a pre-conceived period of silence. The circle had formally approved his ownership. The women who's boots he has kissed, now crowded round to admire Ella's outfit and pat and fondle her new male, some eager to assist Ella with his training while also using his advice re drapery; they looked jealously upon Ella's erotic outfit, lusting after the materials and the prowess of the dressmaker, as such an item could not be purchased publicly in Victorian London. Faith now snapped her fingers at the leashed male she was showing attention earlier; as he came close to her he dropped to all fours, and Faith nodded at Rosie with a wicked grin. She looked down at the leashed and naked cur and then patted him as though he were no more than a dog. She then glanced and smiled at Ella knowingly, receiving a smiling response before looking down at Gray, who was still stunned by the rapid and exciting transition his life had taken. 

"You are a very fortunate male, Gray, in being selected by your mistress to give your life up in service to her on a permanent basis; you shall now have the honour of witnessing and enjoying the final stage in our more usual processing of males." Gray and the other male were led on all fours toward a large but not unattractive dominatrix of about 65, looking very stern but somehow pleased if a little impatient as she sat in her purple satin outfit, tapping the side of her long and elegant black boots with a short horse whip; her large breasts heaving as she chatted with Constance and other established members of the circle, who warmly welcomed her as a guest. Gray and the other male were made to kneel before her as she stood with a broad smile on seeing Faith and Ella approach. Gray's balls tingled at the pure dominant presence radiated by this magnificent and mature woman; though approaching the twilight of her life; she was a submissive male's dream, an authoritative but pretty face, complementing a full figure which with the wisdom of her years promised unyielding dominance. Gray was beginning to love the humiliating feel of the tight leash as he was displayed to the domme by Ella; his balls tingled as the purple Goddess sighed and flexed the horsewhip in her soft hands.

"I trust that Brown has not been entirely broken by your rigorous training; I intend to exact my own methods upon him when he is received." Faith's cunt bulged with pleasure as Madam Althea Richmond's words coincided with Rosie's grinning reappearance at the far door.

The eyes of the entire crowd of dominant women now smiled with satisfaction as they fell on the weeping Brown as he was whipped across the room by the grinning Rosie. He was naked but for the leash and a silver chain about his neck from which a placard swung; 'Mdm. A. Richmond.' Althea's mature cunt bulged with wicked pleasure as she enjoyed his obvious distress; he looked toward Faith with yearning and pitiful eyes, which Faith relished, her cunt tingling sweetly as she anticipated crushing him spitefully. Faith tugged on the leash of her new male trainee and met Rosie half-way. Brown immediately kissed Faith's feet, whimpering and begging her to keep him. Faith's cunt dribbled as she tugged the new male's leash tight; displaying him to Brown.

"I have no use for you anymore Brown; you are worthless to me and of no consequence whatsoever; I have a new pet to train now, and you will be given to your new mistress. It is likely that I will never set eyes on your pitiful face again, and that pleases me no end. My new pet will now enjoy the taste of my cunt and asshole, and you will serve your new mistress who has paid good money for you." Brown wept despairingly, broken by Faith's spite, as she nodded to Rosie with a smile. The crowd of women laughed and sneered with pleasure, enjoying his misery, as the eager Rosie tugged him toward his new mistress. Althea was now nicely aroused as she witnessed the fact that Brown still showed elements of defiance and disobedience which she would happily correct; this excited her and gave her cause to immediately humiliate her new purchase.

Brown was taken to the feet of Althea, and Ella led the applause as Brown kissed her feet without being prompted; he had seen her briefly on several occasions as she witnessed his progress after expressing her interest, following a viewing at Arachne House, and later at Faith's house; Brown was already in awe of the strict woman, and her persona now clad in glowing purple satin, boots and with horsewhip, ensured that his cock could not help but show its submissive appreciation by rising rudely.

"As you now know, I, Madam Althea Richmond, am your new owner. I and my maids will make good use of you at my house at Henley. Your introduction has shown me that you are still in need of some correction; I shall now demonstrate to all the ladies here that I intend to 'iron out' those imperfections that you still retain." Brown whimpered again as he looked about him at the array of dominant women who stood around him, eager to see the mature woman punish him; his cock was rigid. Althea sat on a hard chair and had two more pulled alongside it; she motioned to young Rosie who stood by the end chair, as Althea rolled back her purple skirts to reveal firm thighs in black silk stockings.

"Over my knees Brown!" With tearful eyes and broken by the blunt and cruel dismissal of Faith, he gingerly lay across the lap of his new and equally stern owner, taking in the sweet scent of the mature woman as she clasped his erect cock between her silky thighs. He was made to stretch his arms across the third chair, and Rosie gleefully sat upon them; he was now held firm. Althea excited his cock as it slithered exquisitely between her large thighs by stroking the cheeks of his inviting bare ass, and fondling the balls she now owned.

"I shall now give you a mild taste of what to expect if any minor signs of misbehaviour are noted, as per your disgraceful entrance just now. I have a large lawn facing the Thames, and love to take in the fresh air whilst administering punishment on occasion; you will enjoy punishment whilst my maids attend, much as the audience now views you. I have it on good authority that ladies and gentlemen who own the properties which face mine from across the river, also enjoy the public humiliations I administer with the aid of telescopes and opera-glasses, adding extra spice to those occasions. I shall now confirm my owner ship of you." Brown cried out in pain as the mature woman commenced a thorough spanking, his cheeks glowing with hand marks and stripes, as Mistress Althea alternated between firm mature hand, and short horsewhip; the watching women laughed and taunted with aroused cunts as Brown writhed and squirmed in pain, his cock massaged deliciously between the mature woman's thighs as she dominated him. 

He lifted his head as he was spanked and witnessed the sheer pleasure on the dominant women's faces as they taunted him, and he wallowed in submissive ecstasy as his cheeks numbed and the exquisite sensation of his bell-end's movement against the silken thighs superseded it. Althea whipped vigorously as Brown began to spasm; he looked up as he reached the delicious brink of orgasm to See Faith sneering at him, her new male kneeling with head up her skirts which were lifted by the leash by which she confirmed her attachment to him; her arm about his head as he sniffed at the glorious cunt, the scent of which Brown was so familiar with, and would know no more. His humiliation and utter rejection confirmed; he spent in submissive surrender between the grasping thighs of Althea as she whipped the contents of his tingling balls from him, to the sublime satisfaction of a jeering and clapping crowd of pleased women. Pinned down, weeping and defeated, his bell-end pulsed again and again as he squirted deliriously between the lush grasp of the silken thighs. 

After being made to lick his mess from between Althea's thighs, the sobbing Brown found some solace in sniffing at his new mistress's mature and sweetly aroused cunt as he did so; he looked up at her and she smiled gently at him, somehow signifying that he would know much pleasure in being owned by her. Althea bade her goodbyes and thanks to the women, and led Brown to the cloakroom, eager to have Brown home to lick her cunt in private; Brown followed obediently without a murmur, and never looking back.

Ella had many departures to attend to, and handed Gray's leash to Rosie, smiling down at the excited ex-draper.

"Have him kneel by my bed and await me; I shall follow presently and have him taste my own excitement." Gray's cock ached and dribbled as he watched the delicious ass in black lace strut off to her guests. Rosie tugged his leash and he followed obediently.



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 04



Gray's cock was rigid with excitement as he was led naked and on all fours for the first time, by the naturally dominant Rosie; though he yearned to be put in his place by Ella, being put down by the youthful Rosie was a delicious bonus. The submissive thrill of being dominated so thoroughly by a barely adult girl, magnified his sense of humiliation beautifully; as he watched her nubile cheeks sway in the black dress as she led him, he longed to feel the cane she swung by her side. After a deliberately slow ascent of the oak-panelled staircase; Rosie being equally thrilled about having control over a mature male, and emphasising her strict authority over him, as a couple of other female guests passed with a sneering acknowledgement on their way down, she stopped at a door and turned. Her hands flat on the door behind her, she smiled down her nose as she emphasised her pert breasts by arching her back.

"I shall so enjoy watching you perform my housework for me in this room in particular; I shall supervise of course, and anything found to be not just as you see it now will earn you a caning, which I shall take great pleasure in administering." Gray's cock pulsed at the spite which resonated through her youthful tones, as she opened the door to her mistress's boudoir. Lush drapes and decorations of crimsons and purples complimented a huge bed decked with black silk sheets; Gray's balls tingled as he recognised velvets and other of the more expensive materials which had been obtained from his drapery; Ella had obviously had an interest in him for longer than he had realised, the accumulation of fabrics seemed almost a shrine to her growing desire to own him, and he would now be captured in a web of his own making. Rosie pointed with her cane to a corner close to the bed's far end.

"You'll kneel over there and await your mistress's pleasure." Gray did as he was told and as he knelt he noticed his reflection in the array of mirrors that adorned the walls; he swallowed hard with cock stiffening as the sight of himself, leashed and naked, brought his erotic predicament firmly home. Rosie sauntered up to him with a wicked smile, stood directly in front of him, lifted her black dress and turned it so that the split was now at the front with the top extending to her belly. Gray panted as she showed him a sweet pair of short, tight, red satin bloomers. She stroked his stiff cock with her cane.

"You may pull down my bloomers and sniff my cunt. I shall have you lick it tomorrow morning after my first inspection; I can guarantee that your ass will be warm and glowing when you are allowed to taste it." Gray gingerly fingered the elastic about the soft white waist of his young mistress, and slowly slid the red satin down her shapely youthful legs to reveal a sweetly aroused shaven cunt, with a small triangle of downy light brown pubic hair above it; his balls ached as her delicious scent offered itself up to him, even before he moved his nose to it. She giggled girlishly as he poked his nose in, his cock oozing pre-cum as the tip of his nose touched the moist warmth of her bulging cunt, the spicy whiff making his balls pulse. As her cunt tingled, her spiteful mind oozed mischief.

"Mistress Ella will confirm her ownership of you tonight; and you will spend well, but you'd best save some for me... and my two friends from the finishing school for young ladies that Mistress has been kind enough to allow me to attend. They shall visit to accompany me to class, after I have finished my bedroom duties... or rather you have. The two are most keen about the activities of the circle, and will be thrilled to witness me thrash you; they are even keener to watch a grown man masturbate, you will know such humiliation." Gray shuddered and snorted at the divine scent and jumped as the nubile maid cut the air with her cane. He was close to coming as he thought of the promised spectacle.

"You shall also have your first day out in public under the control of Mistress Ella whilst I am at class; I'm told that she, Mistresses Faith and Constance, have a nice little excursion planned; you are going to be such a busy man." Gray's head was now in a daze as his young mistress stepped back to relieve his nose from the sweet torture of a cunt his tongue would know, but not immediately; she turned his head toward a convenient mirror, and turned to face it herself. Gray was struck by a deeply submissive aura, his spine tingling with a sublime but cowardly pleasure as he viewed himself, willingly controlled by a smiling female half his age with cane in one hand and his leash in the other; this was magnified as his cock pulsed visibly and his young mistress smiled with satisfaction. She dropped his leash and poked him back with her cane.

"Till tomorrow then; remember, anything found not just as it is now will merit the cane." Gray's cock ached for relief as he watched the young bitch's ass cheeks shuffle as she strutted to the door.

It was all Gray could do to stop himself masturbating, as he knelt for what seemed like hours, awaiting Ella. In reality it was only about forty-five minutes from Rosie's departure when the door swept open, making Gray jump, and there stood his mistress in black lace and mask. She strutted over to him as slowly as she could, trying not to show her impatience in testing her new slave's tongue. She stood close, her cunt expressed and moist with arousal in the revealing lace; she took his leash and lifted his head, smiling down at her new conquest.

"Did you enjoy the scent of Rosie's cunt? She is such a promiscuous young lady; I must impress on her that though she is welcome to your services, I shall not have you worn out by her; it's time she had a pet of her own. You enjoyed her though, did you not?" She laughed as Gray blushed as though caught out, even though He had simply obeyed the girl; Ella was well aware of her confident manner.

"Yes Mistress Ella, I did enjoy her scent." She enjoyed his embarrassment as he dipped his head feeling slightly shamed, Ella sneering and pulling his leash tight; enjoying the feel of the leather as she wrapped it about her fingers, she had him all to herself now. She turned and undid the tiny buttons behind her neck, and reached across her back to reach those at her back. Gray swallowed hard as he viewed more naked female flesh than he had ever seen, other than on those French prints he had masturbated to.

"You shall now undo those behind my waist; I intend to be naked, other than for my mask, when I dominate you for the first time." Gray fumbled a little with the miniscule bone discs, and gasped, much to Ella's delight as the lace and black silk band opened to reveal the beautiful white fleshy globes of her ass. She wriggled free of the lace, which dropped to the floor and then tugged his leash, leading him past the bed to hearth rug before the fireplace. She pointed to the pictures above the mantelpiece; between many erotic pictures there were portraits of two men.

"These are my two late husbands, before I allow you to service me upon my bed, you shall sniff my asshole under their gaze; both were told before they died that another male would enjoy my absolute control the way they had, they were teased right to the end. I like to think that their souls will look out from their portraits and jealously enjoy the tease as you take in the scent they were so well acquainted with." Gray's cock boned at her next comment, which she saved after a pause in which she pulled his leash to strangulation point.

"I intend to see your portrait there too, one day, and your soul will witness another male perform as you will now." She slowly bent forward, her elegant legs remaining unbent, and as she turned her head with a broad smile toward the portraits, she pulled her lush cheeks apart.

"Sniff my asshole Gray." The leashed male wasted no time in obeying the woman who had now taken ownership of him, leaning forward and inhaling deeply as he took in the rich tangy scent of her delicate light-brown pucker; she pulled on the leash to bring his face between her fleshy cheeks as his cock dribbled. A strange awe intermingled with his submissive pleasure as he imagined the eyes of the two late husbands burning into him. The wicked dominance of Ella was infinite, so much so that even teasing portraits of departed males gave her immense pleasure; her cunt bulged as she bade the late gentlemen 'good evening' and led the quivering Gray to her bed for the first time. She tugged him onto the black silk with some urgency and lay back, lifting her glorious legs high, showing Gray her deliciously aroused cunt.

"I am a little tired after the rigours of the play, and the disposal of Brown, so you shall escape the cane on our first night; my maid shall have the honour of administering your first thrashing in the morning. I know that you will earn it. You'll taste my cunt for the first time now." Gray was shaking at the sight before him, and stretched forward deliriously, aided by Ella's urgent pull of the leash. His cock pulsed ecstatically as it slid on the soft black silk while he nestled his face into the seductive warmth of her crotch. Ella kept the leash tight with one hand as she gently fondled his hair with the other; though Gray had never licked a woman's cunt before, let alone one that belonged to a dominant woman, he found it came so naturally, the scent and taste seemed to guide his tongue as it slithered between the fleshy labia, lapping at the sweet nectar. Ella's whole body pulsed with satisfied warmth, her nipples erect with excitement as the sense of ownership of Gray was confirmed in full, by the feeling of having confirmed absolute control of him, captive in the home which was also his now. As he squirmed in divine submission on the black silk, she would assist in giving her maid licence to discipline him.

"I will give Madam Dulcie Harper the keys to your drapery, and she will be installed as the new manageress; she will appoint two girls known to us, as assistants, and the two boys you employed will be paid six months wages and sent on their way. Your expertise will of course be required from time to time, but Dulcie and her girls will supervise you; you shall know dominance in every aspect of your life from now on." Gray lapped all the harder and jerked with sublime pleasure at the thought, now close to emptying his balls; Ella sighed as his tongue randomly brushed her clitoris, she pulled her legs back, loosened the leash slightly and pushed his head down just a little. She would affirm her dominance by having him come whilst licking her asshole. As she stroked her now prominent clitoris, she strained her voice as she moved toward orgasm, unable to resist prompting his capitulation to the sheets.

"You'll show your submission now, with your tongue in its rightful place... and earn a caning from my maid." She moaned with pleasure as Gray's tongue probed the warmth of her anus; the delectable spicy tangs and tastes driving his rigid cock beyond the point of no return, as Ella too, tensioned her elegant legs and pointed her toes to the ceiling and moaned with satisfaction. Gray felt the leash tighten about his neck as his mistress announced the confirmation of her dominance over him, shuddering with pleasure in a heavenly orgasm as he snorted through his nose pressed tightly below her flowing and excited cunt; with his lips tight on her delicious pucker and his tongue stretched deep into her hot anus, his cock pulsed in pure ecstasy as he spent his balls in honour of her supremacy for the first time. He looked up through the cleft of her shimmering cunt and wallowed in submissive heaven as she studied his submission with a smiling grimace whilst he spent on the soft silk. He felt the warmth of his seed pump generously out, spoiling the sheets, and his mind was torn between the pleasure of the moment, and the thought of Rosie caning him before two more young ladies; Ella was patently aware of her strict routines and she smiled as her orgasm ebbed, knowing Gray's life would now be one of perpetual dominance at all times. Gray's sweet recognition of this potent fact ensured he continued to spend in ecstasy, jetting his milky cum as he poked his tongue deep into his mistress's asshole, confirming his appointment with the cane.

Ella smirked with pleasure as she tied her new toy's leash to the bedpost, and tied his ankles and wrists with bands made from the silk he had supplied; he would not leave the bed without her permission, and would spend his first night bound to emphasise his position. The fact that he was tied with produce of his own deliverance, adding spice to his captive state. His mistress grinned as he obediently rolled on his side to have his wrists bound; his belly slimy with cum, and the sheets showing the result of his ecstasy.

"I know that Rosie cannot keep a secret, she is such a mischievous girl; so you'll know I shall enjoy your company in public for the first time tomorrow... after she has entertained her friends by demonstrating her dominance over you. I shall show you Arachne House, the foundation of my charity, and the true purpose of its existence... after we have had a trip elsewhere in London." Gray just stared in awe at her, as she smiled and pulled the covers over them both, and pulled the cord which extinguished the gas lamp.

Gray had slept throughout, exhausted, but awoke with a jolt to find Rosie untying his bonds; Ella was dressed in a flowing black dress, and was carrying black gloves under her arm as she smiled at the two.

"You may show him the error of his ways Rosie, but please remember he has a lot of walking to do today; you may leave him smarting, but no cuts please." Gray's cock rose to attention as Ella strutted from the room and the primly dressed Rosie, in tight maid's uniform, sneered wickedly at him and ordered him to kneel by the bed. She stood over him and pointed to the sheets, flaky dried semen in abundance adorning the black silk.

"Well, you have certainly earned a caning; how dare you create unnecessary washing! These sheets were fresh on yesterday, and you have soiled them with your fifth. I think you've earned twelve strokes and you should ask me to administer them." Gray had not been caned by a woman since he was a child, and his cock stiffened as he tried to recall the pain; he was yearning to feel it.

"Yes Rosie, I..." The youthful dominatrix cut him short, by slapping his face smartly, and gleefully.

"Yes MISTRESS Rosie!" Gray's balls tingled with sublime submissive pleasure at being dominated so thoroughly by this fresh young bitch.

"Yes Mistress Rosie, I deserve the cane and I would... like you to award me twelve strokes." Rosie sneered with satisfaction and lifted her skirts to reveal she wore no underwear.

"You have a good sniff of my cunt; you shall lick it after your caning, but I want you to retain the scent while you have a good think about what is to happen. I shall go downstairs and await my friends whilst you remain here, looking at your mess. You shall enjoy the cane while they watch, and then I shall humiliate you further." Gray sniffed at Rosie's delicious arousal, as her cunt bulged with the satisfaction of her complete control over him. She watched with pleasure as his cock bobbed rigidly, showing his own pleasure at being dominated by her. She pulled back and left the room.

It was no more than fifteen minutes of staring at his dried semen, before Gray heard the sound of youthful female giggling, and the door swung open. Rosie entered with her cane in hand, accompanied by two pretty young ladies who were no older than about nineteen; both gasped and licked their lips as they viewed Gray kneeling naked, with cock erect. Rosie pulled two chairs close to the bed, and had the petit and shapely ladies sit in their abundant dresses. She pointed to them with her cane.

"You will Crawl over and kiss their feet Gray, and then thank them for taking the trouble to witness your punishment." The girls tittered at first, and then quickly adopted more suitably stern poise as the middle-aged Gray bent with ass in the air and kissed the short leather boots that they exposed for him; both already excited at the prospect of seeing an adult male dominated by their young friend. Gray was equally excited as his anus tingled in humiliation; he could feel the spite they felt for him in their sneering looks. Rosie prompted her former command by teasing his ass with the cane after he had kissed the boots of the second. Gray cringed a little as he managed the words.

"Thank you for attending to witness my punishment ladies." Rosie picked up his trailing leash and led him to the bed, having him lay over it with his knees on the floor.

"You shall now pay for spoiling my sheets; I shall then have my pleasure of you, before you show all three of us the substance that has earned you your caning." The two watching friends lifted their skirts in a most unladylike fashion, and fondled their excited cunts as Rosie tested the flexibility of her cane by swishing it through the air, making Gray jump. Without further hesitation, Rosie sneered sternly, and one hand on commanding hip, delighted in bringing the cane down hard on Gray's white buttocks. Gray yelped as the stinging pain pulsed trough his cheeks, a fine red stripe pleasing Rosie, who applied the second stroke with equal venom; her cunt bulging as she noted Gray's eyes watering freely; this excited the spiteful watchers all the more, the taller of the two, a prim blonde, was overcome by a streak of cruelty as she rubbed her bulging cunt.

"Make him cry Rosie! I want to see him reduced to tears!" Rosie's ego inflated immediately, not only did she have Gray dominated completely, she had the chance to show off to friends who would now hold a special reverence for her. Gray's cock pulsed with an absurd pleasure as he heard the words; he was already at the point of blubbering when the third stroke bit home spitefully, and tears trickled down his face as he whimpered in a submissive mixture of relief, pain, and masochistic pleasure. The two girls moaned with satisfaction as the dominant Rosie applied the stinging strokes and watched a grown man weep in humiliating submission. Gray's balls tingled as he heard the satisfied sighs and moans of his two onlookers between the whooshing of the cane's final strokes, as they enjoyed orgasms at his expense. With his cheeks still burning, Rosie jerked him upright from the wet patch his tears had made on the silk, and sat on the bed with skirt up; she then pulled his red and tearful face into the hot and juicy folds of her cunt. His cock perked upright as the sweet scent and taste of her arousal excited his loins, while her head swelled to match her cunt as she basked in the heady pleasure of being satisfied by a mature male, having chastised him while her friends watched. 

In the safe and private confines of Ella's house, the two girls were free to allow their basest of carnal pleasures flow freely, whilst a stiff and morally strict Victorian world passed by outside; the two 'society-ladies-to-be' sat with legs agape, openly stroking their aroused cunts toward second orgasms as their young tutor in dominance lifted her legs in ecstasy and moaned as Gray licked her budding clitoris to a satisfying zenith. He would now be allowed to complete his divine humiliation in coming himself. Rosie panted to recovery, and pulled Gray to the feet of the excited girls, throwing a towel to the floor from beneath the bed where it had resided with the porcelain 'jerry'. She smiled at her friends, whose eyes were firmly observing Gray's rudely erect cock.

"You'll show them your cream now." Gray was now party to the heaven that the two were enjoying as he looked to one of the many mirrors to witness his own humiliation; seeing himself leashed and held by the young maid, cane in hand, as he masturbated before the two girls was exquisite. He stroked his throbbing cock vigorously as Rosie laughed at him and the two wide-eyed and wide-mouthed girls brought themselves off as Gray grimaced in a rapture of submission and jetted hot semen upon the towel, the girls gaping in disbelief and acute pleasure as his cock gave up many spurts of cream in their honour. As he bent forward, spent, humiliated and more than satisfied, Rosie jerked his leash.




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"You'll lick their cunts clean now." Both girls tittered and the blonde eagerly pulled her bloomers down to allow access; as Gray lapped at her messy cunt, she squealed with shock and growing dominant pleasure as Gray lapped lovingly at her hot and satisfied cunt. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths as Gray was pulled to the other; she almost grabbing him herself in her eagerness to experience her friend's enjoyment. Gray was just as eager as he licked at the downy brunette haired cunt, his now semi-flaccid cock dribbling, its force expelled but pulsing already in the throes of a re-birth as he sampled a third fresh cunt's taste with relish. The blonde, though sated, still fed from her spiteful dominant streak.

"May we be allowed to cane him ourselves next time? I would so love to have him cry for me!" Rosie grinned as she eased Gray away from the cooing brunette, her cunt freshly licked clean.

"Would you like that Gray?" As his balls tingled at the thought, Gray could not deny the valiant efforts of his cock to stiffen at the blonde's words.

"Yes Mistress Rosie, I would like to be punished by your friends." As the three left the room, the two shapely young ladies each glanced back, their eyes filled with desire and wishing to capture as much of their experiences for posterity. Rosie gave Gray a haughty smirk of satisfaction and closed the door, leaving Gray to await his mistress's pleasure.

Gray stood meekly at the back of the drawing room, obediently waiting and anus tingling as he tried to anticipate what was to happen that day. Though still very early in the morning, Ella's friend's Constance and Faith had already arrived; he had been ordered to dress in his black suit, and as per his mistress, her two friends were also attired in jet black cotton and satin. The doorbell rang and the three women rose, Ella smiled and snapped her fingers at Gray.

"You'll follow us out Gray; you shall walk behind us at all times, I want the world to have an idea that you are owned. You shall come to enjoy your position publicly." Gray was more than happy to assume this secondary place; if only apparent to the company he was in, its covert meaning would be enjoyed by him, and perhaps noticed by the more discerning members of the public. The smirking women walked past him and he followed. A wiry cab driver stood by his Hackney at the foot of the steps; familiar with fares to and from this address, he glanced with a studied nonchalance at the women as he ascended his cab, he was a little disappointed with their drab outfits today; many a time had he delivered and accepted women at this address, in long flowing capes, showing flashes of long lace-up boots etc., giving him a cheap thrill to ponder. He saw Gray meekly following at their rear, and smirked knowingly at him, as Ella pointed to where she wanted him to sit; shown his place. Ella pulled the slide across which opened a view to the driver from within.

"The corner of Limeburner Lane and Old Bailey please my man." The cab driver smirked all the more as he thought of the event which was to happen at Newgate Prison that morning, but was equally puzzled at why the women should wish to attend it. He flipped the horse's reigns and set off. Gray was patently aware of the area where Arachne house was situated, so he too was puzzled about the mystery destination as the cab drew a large arc in the road and travelled in the opposite direction; unlike the cab driver, the address his mistress had given meant little to him. Ella had pulled back the slide to preserve their privacy and sat smiling as Constance, who had sat next to her, now shifted and sat opposite. Gray was now squeezed between Faith and Constance as the cab rattled across the cobbled residential streets as it worked its way south to its destination. Ella smiled sternly at Gray as the two women sat at angles, looking in at him.

"You'll drop your trousers and pants Gray; Constance and Faith would like to tease you." Gray's cock lifted as though it had a mind of his own, as he struggled in the confinement of the cab to undo his trousers and pants, allowing them to drop to his ankles; the women leering at his stiff cock. Constance's softly gloved hand was the first to engage his stiff member; he gasped as she squeezed it gently and rolled her thumb about his helmet, which was already glistening with lubrication.

"Did he perform satisfactorily last night Ella? Faith and I are so keen to have him spend some time at our houses, when the novelty of his ownership has worn off with you a little; I'd love to see him dominated by my maids, the way Rosie now finds pleasure with him. It was so exhilarating to hear her striping him this morning." Gray's fondled cock pulsed as he realised his humiliation had extended beyond the bedroom; Constance, Faith and his mistress had also delighted in his being bossed and punished by the maid and her young guests, as they listened at the door. Constance stroked his cock teasingly as she glanced through the cab window at the populace that wandered the dusty streets.

"You are a very lucky man Gray; I wonder how many males out there would willingly swap places with you now? We of course intend to make as many of them realise their proper place in life." He wanted to come urgently as he felt Faith's hand join her friend's in teasing his cock; the soft leather gently kneading his bell-end between finger and thumb, as Constance continued to stimulate his rigid shaft; Gray panted and jerked as Ella grinned smugly with a sense of pride, as her friends offered her new pet some intimate attention. Faith bent over and softly kissed the tip of his hot cock, then released her hold on it.

"You will find our little diversion most stimulating, and it will inspire in us all the impetus for our next thespian production; you shall be our lead performer once more, and the women of the circle will be enthralled with your performance." Gray was crestfallen as Constance released her grip also, leaving his cock stiff and wanting; Ella smiled as she enjoyed his denial, but gave him promise as the cab neared its destination.

"Resume your dressed state now Gray, you will be given good reason for excitement when we stop, and you may receive relief when we continue to Arachne House should we ladies feel equally aroused; your response to what is felt on our excursion will determine the possibility of your pleasure as we travel on afterwards." Gray was dumbstruck by the riddles the teasing women offered him as he pulled his clothing back over his aching cock; the cab now drawing to a halt in Limeburner Lane at its junction with Old Bailey. What was it that could inspire their latest thespian production? Ella pulled the slide back before they alighted and spoke with the cabby.

"I'll thank you to wait here for us, we shall be no longer than twenty-five minutes; I shall see you paid more than you would normally receive for a full mornings work." The cabby nodded his concession to the offer; he would gladly have offered to wait at no cost, such was his curiosity at the women's errand, he had half a mind to follow and see for himself.

The four alighted and the women strutted down Old Bailey with Gray carefully keeping pace at the rear; his heart pumped as they approached what he now recognised as the grim and grimy walls of Newgate Prison. There about the entrance wailed a multitude of men and women, with banners proclaiming their abhorrence of the inhumane and barbaric practice of capital punishment. The women formed a circle with Gray between Faith and Constance; his bewildered eyes looking directly into the eyes of his mistress, who having studied her watch before clasping her friends hands, closed her eyes and smiled wickedly, Gray did not know why, but his cock stiffened and his balls tingled urgently as a potent yet sublime feeling passed through him, generated by the women. Ella spoke as the seconds passed by, in an approach to the hour.

"John Wingfield, who murdered his poor defenceless wife, now stands noosed and hooded above the trap; he has just seconds to think on his hideous crime before he receives his just and deserved punishment; let us all hope he is terrified by the prospect and has begged for mercy which will not be shown." Gray swallowed hard as he witnessed the antithesis of his immediate party's thoughts as tearful women and irate men banged their fists against the prison's entrance. The cruelly dominant Constance recaptured his focus on his immediate company.

"Oh how I long for a return to those events which ceased in '68; public executions were so exhilarating, seeing the male drop and knowing he could hear the delirious cheers of the excited crowd as he wriggled at the end of the taught rope was second to no other experience; I still cast my mind back to those memories on occasion when in the throes of an orgasm; one day when we women rule, we shall bring that glorious spectacle back, and all executioners shall be women." Gray's cock pulsed at the sincerity of her words as the clock of a nearby church chimed aloud; the women squeezed his hands tight. Ella sighed with pleasure and looked skyward as the crowd around them booed and threw objects at the gates in protest; her lips parted serenely.

"He has dropped trough the trap, ankles tied and wrists bound behind him, and dances in ecstasy at the end of the rope; rejoice!, he is paying the just penalty and enjoys the rope at this very moment." Gray was numbed by her wicked pleasure but his cock throbbed as he imagined a perverse fantasy mixed with the reality of the situation; he saw the man naked and only smiling women on the platform above him, one especially gleeful with her soft hands on the lever that had released the trap. Faiths next words had him wishing he were the condemned man.

"Oh that the old methods were still in use, the long drop is too quick; he has probably expired already, the short drop was so much more enjoyable, the victim allowed to squirm and choke for as long as fifteen minutes; disgracing himself on occasion as the life was slowly and exquisitely snuffed from him." The women now focused on Gray's shocked face as the crowd of protestors quickly dispersed, leaving the black circle alone amongst the discarded banners and debris. The women smiled with satisfaction and reassumed their pompous poise, each wet with excitement below their skirts; they looked down at Gray's crotch; the prominent bulge there betrayed his excitement too, he would be allowed relief on the way to Arachne House.



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Without needing to say any more, the pleased women smiled at Gray and returned to the cab, Gray's cock maintaining its erection as he followed behind the women, with their comments on watching the disposal of males still fresh in his mind. The waiting cab driver looked down from his elevated seat and smirked as he watched Gray follow the stately women into the cab, it was obvious they had some authority over him; he chuckled as he heard them direct him to where he should sit, before the door was closed. Ella reminded the cab driver of the address for Arachne House, and pulled the slide closed, cutting the smirking cabby off from the events which would follow within the cab's interior. Ella smiled wickedly at Gray as he sat, once again, between Faith and Constance.

"Trousers and pants down Gray; we Ladies would like to see your enthusiasm for our next play; today's little excursion will have added spice and a little spark to all our proposed parts to be played." The women laughed at Gray's stiff cock and the gloved hand of Constance was on it immediately, slowly stroking it up and down, making Gray want to shoot his cream each time the tight glove teased his bell-end on the slow upward stroke. Constance smiled with pleasure as she controlled him, and Faith then cupped his balls and softly sqeezed them; the three women smiled knowingly at each-other as Ella slipped her hand into the shoulder-bag she'd been carrying, and looking Gray in the eyes with a stern smile, produced a silky cord noose and eaning forward, slipped it over his head. The women laughed as Gray groaned audibly and jerked, impatient to unload his balls as they enjoyed their tease. As Faith pulled the slip-knot tight against Gray's neck, Ella pulled her skirts up to ensure they were not spoiled by Gray's seed, which she knew would be released with some vigour and in plentiful quantity; the view of his mistress's legs adding extra torment for Gray, Ella would now allow him relief.

"Yes Gray, in your next role for the thespian society, we shall require the assistance of a good friend of ours, Agnes Fairchild; she has a very special talent which is enjoyed by her many clients who include High Court judges, and politicians, whose fantasies are indulged by her. She has 'hanged' many men; some enjoying being 'executed' once a month at her gallows room, others in the comfort of their own homes, each occasion bringing them exquisitely close to death. Bound and noosed, and then suspended, they are at the complete mercy of Agnes; each time their trust in her is tested as they are taunted in delicious role-plays, often acknowledging her supreme power by giving up their seed as they hang. Yes Gray, you shall be executed by a woman, before a crowd of women, who would dearly love to see the sentence finalised and watch you snuffed out by the rope." Gray's cock was now stroked with enthusiasm by Constance's gloved hand as Faith squeezed the silky slip-knot tight against his neck; the thought of being hanged by a woman, as others watched him with spiteful delight in hoping he'd be left to die, was a pleasure he could not wait to experience; the three laughed victoriously as the owned draper groaned in ecstasy as the hot semen burst from his grateful bell-end, the gloved hand of Constance working him hard, ensuring he showed the women his gratitude at being allowed to hang for them. Faith arched her back and did her best to throttle him as his hot offerings sprayed his mistress's legs.

"We shall so enjoy seeing you naked, bound and suspended by the rope; we'll ensure you get the full benefit of it, and there's always a chance that a mistake will be made." Gray spent with renewed vigour at Faith's words, his balls ached as they relinquished all they could muster at her teasing jibe, the women sneering with pleasure at Faith's words as Gray shot wads in a delirium of submissive heaven under their control.

Gray was held tight in the grip of the short noose as he was made to bend in the confines of the cab and lick his mess from Ella's legs; Faith's cunt bulging as she enjoyed the tension of the noose, and Constance's tingling likewise as she directed him in ensuring he did not miss any morsel of the spent semen which had generously spotted Ella's legs. His mistress looking forward to having her own excited cunt licked to satisfaction later. Having completed the task under his strict supervision, Gray was allowed to dress once more, after thanking all three for being allowed relief. 

Gray left the cab nervously as he viewed Arachne House for the first time; on entering, the staff greeted the woman who owned it and her two friends warmly, ignoring Gray completely until Ella introduced him as her latest consort. They then looked him up and down with studied dismissive looks. Gray's cock swelled as the stern eyes of the redheaded Hope, sneered upon him.

"I trust your obedience and servility are worthy of such a position; Mistress Ella knows you will be most welcome to spend some time under my authority if you are found lacking even in the most minor of respects." Gray's cock was almost fully erect once more as the dominant ginger woman flexed her cane and sneered at him with a wicked eagerness to punish at a moments notice. Ella and the other two stood smiling for a moment, to allow Gray to take in her promise, and the atmosphere of total female dominance that she engendered; they were very pleased with her work at Arachne House, she had broken many males in preparation for their sale to the many dominant women who required a slave; her acutely severe ways were legendary, Ella and the other women of the committee allowed her complete freedom to run Ward D with a rod of iron, and she was also allowed to take any male she chose home with her, where they would enjoy special disciplines. Ella was of course, always very interested in new inmates.

"Do we have any new prospects in Ward D Hope?" The dominant redhead gave a wicked smile as they walked along the corridors, past A, B and C; the gauping multitude of scruffy male inhabitants not given a second glance by the women. Hope flexed her cane and lifted her head as she strutted, her cunt swelling as she thought of the two new inmates she'd had the pleasure of thrashing earlier.

"Two in particular spring to mind; one will take some work in breaking, though his submission is beginning to show itself; he masturbates well on having been caned, and cannot help but display his excitement when shown his place. The other is a very pleasing find, and will be ready for sale as a 'speciality' in no time; he admitted to the enjoyment of being caned by a woman at first interview, and we have discovered another trait which will fetch us a very good price. The two came in together, like lambs to the slaughter, and have settled into life in Ward D very nicely." Constance was just as interested in the progress of another submissive who had arrived a few weeks earlier; she had a strong woman who liked to entertain less submissive males in mind; a society lady who loved to be fucked by well-endowed males of a less salubrious background, while having a submissive who would never have that pleasure watch, and then take more immense pleasure in humiliating them by having them clean the delivery as the satisfied stud looked on.

"How is Granger, the come-eater, progressing? I take it he is still relishing the benefits of the protein supplied by the many pairs of balls here? Madam Grace Charnforth is most excited at the prospect of having a resident cunt cleaner on hand to entertain her and her favorite studs." Hope smiled wickedly.

" I am so glad you asked. Granger has progressed from merely lapping at the warm seed left in bowls by other inmates; you shall see for yourself." As the women entered Ward D with Gray walking obediently behind, the males who were not confined to rooms, immediately dropped to their knees and put their faces to the floor, quivering as the magnificent red head strutted past, she obviously enjoying her total dominance over them. Being at the rear, Gray noticed how some of the males turned their faces as she and the other women stepped past them; they looked longingly at the women and licked their lips, their yearning to be owned and dominated by such examples of womanhood was all too apparent. Constance noted that Granger's room was empty; Hope smiled teasingly at her.

" Never fear Madam Templar, you shall witness the progress of Granger very shortly." They stopped at room 15 and Hope swung the door open with a sneer. Her cunt bulged with pleasure and pride as the inmate fell at her feet and kissed her boots before the others had time to enter; all but Gray smiled at the naked ass in the air, striped crimson and purple with the evidence of rigorous applications of the cane wielded by Hope.

"This is Will, he has only been here a few days but has decided already that he wishes to be owned, dominated and enslaved, by a strong woman. What is your favorite treat after a caning, when I allow it Will?" The women smiled as Will lifted his head, and his erection was seen; testament to the immediate excitement Hope engendered with her powerful dominance.

" I love to be allowed to lick your asshole in thanks, Mistress Hope." He bent again immediately as Faith brushed past him. The others laughed as she lifted her skirts and sat on his bed; she always wore no underwear on visits to Arachne House, and the hanging, followed by the teasing and ejaculation of Gray in the cab ensured she would thoroughly enjoy today's visit.

"If you enjoy licking assholes you will enjoy licking my cunt; come and see to it immediately." Will did not hesitate in moving to her, and the women smiled with satisfaction as he made sure to bend and kiss her feet first, his cock stiff in homage to his own recently awoken desire to be controlled and dominated by all females, brought to the fore by the treatments of the stern redhead. Without hesitation, and with his anus tingling at the subliminal humiliation at being ordered to perform before an audience, Will readily Faith's nicely aroused cunt; its strong scent generated by the previous excitements, mingled with fresh arousal, ensured his cock bobbed rigidly as he sampled the mature woman's essences. Faith watched over him with half-closed eyes and a broad smile, breathing heavily with her hands behind her knees as Will lapped obediently and eagerly at the moist warmth of her excitement; she moaned with dominant pleasure as the naked and broken male tongued her clitoris to a satisfying orgasm. As she sighed with relief, Hope moved toward him and tapped his erect cock with her cane.

"You will now masturbate for the ladies, and think of the caning you shall have from me when they have gone; such a display will merit a caning and I will enjoy administering it." She sneered down at him as she tossed a towel to the floor and their eyes met as he began to stroke his cock, kneeling in submission before her and thinking of the caning promised. The women stood around him as he quickly began to convulse with pleasure; Hope pointing to the towel with her well-used cane, he groaned with pleasure as the sniggering women watched him shoot his cream in several passionate spurts. He bowed, spent, and Hope stroked his back with the cane while the women filed from the room as though nothing had happened. Hope pressed the cane against his flesh.

"I shall be back very shortly; you may expect forty strokes." Will watched the glorious woman strut out, his flagging cock dribbling. He would be ready for purchase within a month. Ella let her true instincts about Will out, as soon as the door was closed and the wretch remained with nothing but his thoughts on the promised caning, and the fact that he was at least warm and well fed, though his balls tingled at what fate may bring him.

"He will fetch a good price Hope, he is facially attractive, fit and reasonably endowed; his obedience seems to be firmly on track, and there are several women I know who would love to own him. How long do you think he'll need?" Hope wore a pert smile as she replied, her nipples pointing and cunt bulging as she relished caning him.

"He would probably serve a lady well already, but I am so enjoying breaking him in; with a few refinements, he should be ready within a few weeks." Ella and the other two smirked at her remark; Gray's cock swelled as he thought of being thrashed by the superb redhead. Hope smiled and turned as she stood at the door of the next chosen room.

"This is the 'speciality' who came in with Will; I think you will find this one most enjoyable." Hope opened the door to a room which was at least twice as large as Will's; Ella and the others were puzzled at first, a woman strutted about a blackboard, cane swishing, whilst an attractive girl sat with tearful eyes; punished by said cane on any errors she made with her English class. She curtsied elegantly in her long dress, the tightly corseted waist making her gasp slightly as she bent; her face was red cheeked with rouge, her lips cherry-red. Hope delighted in increasing the feminine feel of the girl before her.

"Oh Elsa, you are such a pretty girl; each time I look at you, I think what a sweet maid you are going to be for a deserving mistress or perhaps a head governess. I am so looking forward to taking you out onto The Strand once more; how the men of the world do look at you, any one of them would take you for a wife." The girl shuddered and looked up with piteous eyes as Hope smiled and nodded at her strict tutor. The stern mentor pointed the girl to a bench in the corner, over which the girl dutifully bent; her mistress lifted her skirts up over her to reveal long legs and and a rounded ass, squeezed into a feminine shape by the tight corset. Ella, Faith and Constance applauded when they noticed that between her legs were a pair of shaven balls, adorned with a pink silk ribbon tied in a sweet bow. Hope strutted over with a smile and addressed her grinning tutor.

"And how is Elsa's English improving? Has she made many mistakes today? I hope she is not failing purposely; we know how she readily accepts the cane, she told us so at interview." Hope turned to the women with a wicked smile.

"Her alter ego, Elijah, also confessed as to how his stepmother liked to dress him as a girl before he was thrashed, and how it gave him a thrill which would make him spend under the cane; now Elijah has surrendered himself to us, he will become that girl permanently; Elijah will be thrashed from her memory completely, as she becomes the girl she really wants to be. Ladies, this is now Elsa; she will be delighted to spend for you as she continues her transformation." The women applauded and gasped as they studied the feminine form before them, as the tutor placed a pad beneath the whimpering Elsa's stiff cock, moved round the desk and held her arms flat; the sneering redhead cutting the air several times with her cane, before announcing punishment.

"You have a long way to go sweet Elsa, but you shall have the pleasure of being humiliated before an audience today; you will feel the cane until you show the passion you feel from the parts which will always belong to Elijah, you are a girl now and will be sold as such. A grateful mistress will purchase you, and no doubt, the master of that household may be made to service you like a girl while the true head of that household takes pleasure in witnessing it." Hope lifted the cane high, and commenced thrashing the sweet white cheeks which blossomed red; with each stroke Elijah moved closer to being Elsa forever, the feel of the feminine clothes excited him as much as the delicious pain as the cane bit into the soft hairless buttocks, the pursed lips tasted the oily lipstick and Elsa realised she was concerned she'd smudge them; the pink bow tightened as her hairless balls retracted in readiness to come, a reminder of the sweet feminisation which overtook the once masculine soul. As the relentless cane whipped down, Elsa's legs stiffened and her sweet buttocks pushed out invitingly; she moaned in ecstasy as the cock which was once owned by Elijah spurted cream as it became Elsa's too, the thought of being mastered by a real male was exquisite; there was no going back now, Elsa had arrived.



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Gray had a stiff erection as he witnessed the transformation of submissive male to a more than passable female; it was not the transsexual form that excited him, so much as the crushing dominance of the women in their complete remodelling of the male persona, and the profound pleasure they showed in destroying the will. As Elsa whimpered like the girl she now was, Hope strutted to the door with a broad smile, and the entourage followed, Constance at the fore, eager to witness Granger the purpose-made cuckold.

Hope smiled at the matronly woman in tightly corseted uniform who stood by the door which led to the room where Granger was receiving special training. The woman grinned back with a pleased look.

"Your timing is perfect, Beatrice has just been mounted and is enjoying the attentions of one of Madam Butterly's escort males; I'll show you into the viewing area." Ella smiled wickedly at Gray, and ushered him in before her, after the other women; they stood behind a latticed screen, the women chuckling and sneering to ensure Granger knew he had an audience as he knelt leashed with erect cock, further humiliation ensured; he was held by a stern assistant who smiled toward the lattice screen from the other side. Granger watched and twitched as the buxom Beatrice mentioned by the uniformed matron, lay on a bed and was being fucked vigorously by a muscular and eager stud. She smiled at Granger who knew his services would soon be required, as the stud's thick cock slid in and out Beatrice's stretched cunt. Ella whispered to Gray as his cock pulsed at the performance.

"I may have you take the place of Granger at home one day; I do so like to have cock this way on occasion, from a random, rampant young male of course; it helps me recharge my natural feminine side, and when I've come, the actions which follow confirm my true position amongst males." Gray guessed what was to come, but dare not dwell on what was to happen, until he actually saw it; the idea of watching Ella fucked by another male excited him, but he was unsure about believing what may follow. The stern assistant giggled and sneered down at Granger, keeping his leash tight as the stud began to pant and moan, his thrusting now rapid and urgent; Beatrice lifted her legs high, displaying a sweet asshole which squeezed and dilated as her cunt gripped in ecstasy at the thick cock which shone like a greased pole as the two moved toward a very pleasurable climax. Beatrice did her best to focus a stare on Granger, through half-closed eyes, her face wearing a stupefied grin; the physical ecstasy she was about to enjoy would be eclipsed by the haughty act of sheer dominance she would indulge in when the stud had shot his hot seed into her. She pulled her legs back and shrieked in pleasure as the stud's stiff and well-girthed rod pressed her cunt to a satisfying orgasm, he grunting as though shot by a rifle as his semen burst from his cock; the evidence of his delivery appreciated by the women, his standing position at the foot of the bed allowing a view of Beatrice's cunt and asshole through his legs. Granger's cock bobbed as he saw the cream trickle down to that sweet asshole, the stud spending freely as he thrust in his own ecstasy. Gray's cock matched Granger's as he gaped open mouthed through the lattice; just seeing a shapely woman fucked was excitement enough. As he watched, Ella's hand curled around his waist and rubbed his stiff cock which bulged through his trousers.

"Now she's had her pleasure, you will witness a male's true position in life." The stud slowly drew his huge cock from Beatrice's messy cunt, sated and panting to get his breath back. He smiled with pride as he looked at the ample cream he had delivered, Beatrice's whole body heaving as she recovered, her skirts around her middrift with white thighs exposed and semen dripping pearly white from her pink protruding sex. She snapped her fingers and pointed the stud to the wall; though not naturally submissive, he had been well paid for his enjoyment and did as he was ordered with a smile. She then smiled and turned her attention to Granger, who waited impatiently with erect cock, she wagged her finger at him and he was brought to her amid appluase from the unseen female spectators to enhance his humiliation. Beatrice pointed to her well-used cunt as he quivered on the leash.

"You have learned to savour other men's semen from the results of masturbation in your time here, now you shall taste it as it should be served; still warm and from the work of a worthier male. This will be your main task in life when you leave here, an asset to the enjoyment of cuckoldry; you shall now savour the taste of cunt garnished with cream, as a worthless male you will enhance a woman's pleasure. Lick my cunt and asshole clean, and don't you dare miss a drop; any hesitation or poor work will not be tolerated and will allow me the pleasure of caning you; clean me up." Granger's leash was released and as the women and the stud sneered with pleasure, he bent and took in the scent of cunt semen for the first time. Beatrice buzzed with renewed sexual arousal as his tongue swept the length of her slimy cunt and took in the exposed salty semen. Granger's cock dribbled as the unseen women clapped again as he sampled the salty mess left by the stud's pleasure. His balls tingled with submissive pleasure as he gratefully lapped at the blob which was diffused with the sweet tang of her soft asshole, Beatrice sighing as she enjoyed her dominance over him; her cunt ready to be pleased again as the servile Granger indulged her spiteful need to humiliate. His anus tingled as that humiliation was felt in the extreme, licking another man's mess from a dominant woman's cunt as an audience enjoyed his shame; his cock remaining stiff with every lap of the juiced and used cunt he was cleaning obediently, its mixed aromas and tastes helping to ensure his submissive excitement.

Constance yearned to have her cunt licked as she watched Granger lap at Beatrice's slippery slit and asshole, as she put him firmly in his place; she was very pleased with his progress and he would be tasting Grace Charnforth's cunt very soon. Ella continued to rub the bulge in Gray's trousers as they watched Granger's humiliation; she would have him lick her as soon as they returned home

Agnes Fairchild put on her sternest face as Judge Henry Latimer was led by a smirking maid into the ante room to meet her and six other very mature ladies, all dressed in black. His cock had bulged all the way to her house, and now stiffened as he relished the ritual which would follow; the chubby but attractive maid was in her late thirties and oozed feminine authority, despite her standing. She was perfect for the purpose of her darkly satanic mistress; king or pauper, he was just another male to her, and he was assured of his place below her as she told him plainly to follow her. His balls tingled as he walked through the darkly decorated house; the pictures in the hall were all portraits of stern looking women, looking down as if in judgement themselves, and the smell of femininity assailed his senses as he had been led into the ante room. Grace nodded at the maid, retaining her stern countenance and adding to the sinister atmosphere of the dark room.

"Thank you Agatha, you may now check that all is in order in the suspension room, and await our arrival." Latimer's cock stiffened as the sneering maid left, with the pleasure of having him know that she too would witness his humiliation; a mere maid would watch a renowned pillar of society suffer his weakness at the hands of women. Grace now turned her stern attention to him, his anus tingled as the prim woman dressed in black silks and velvet looked down her nose at him; her firm breasts jutting in her tight top, her slender waist held tight by a corset which accentuated her wide hips; emphasising her femininity and the ultimate power of womanhood. Her mature cunt tingled in anticipation of having this male at her complete mercy; one who routinely sentenced criminals to death in daily life, and who had developed a strong desire to feel their pain. He had 'died' at her hands before, but each time the scenario changed, each time as thrilling as the first. She sneered wickedly, making his anus tingle excitedly in awe of the supreme woman.

"This time you shall be sentenced before a jury; you will not be shown clemency, I guarantee it, you are an evil man and have taken full advantage of your privileged position in sentencing others. You will now be judged, sentenced, and will be punished accordingly." Grace's cunt bulged with pleasure, as he gaped, his cock stiff as he enjoyed the drama; her haughty dominance was absolute, and made her words seem a reality. She took him round the alcove into the room itself, and gasped at the atmosphere created by the scene; six mature women in black, sat three each side of a large table, at the head of which was a large chair in which Grace would sit. On the table at his end, where he was made to stand on a polished oak box, was a short white silk gown; a suitably tailored death shroud, and in front of Grace's chair was a black silk cap. The women's breasts heaved pompously as they surveyed the accused, their cunts tingling as they imagined him on the rope they would have him hanged with. Grace tapped the table with a small gavel, taking his eyes from the schoolmistress-like women.

"Before we sentence you to death, you will be prepared for the gallows prior to our reaching a unanimous verdict; the outcome is inevitable, you are a male and will meet the rope, but we shall ensure you admit your guilt before we have the pleasure of watching sentence carried out, and seeing your humiliation as you spend your seed in the throes of death. You will remove your clothes now!" Latimer baulked a little and blushed visibly as two of the women rose from their seats and strutted toward him with stern severity, their mature yet shapely figures seemed to enhance their dominance; one supervised Latimer in the removal of his clothes, now smiling as she viewed his portly body, taking his clothes and placing them out of sight. She returned and laughed openly as she surveyed his small but erect cock.

"You'll not have any further need for those clothes; we shall burn them with your corpse." His cock rose as the second woman took the white silk gown and placed it over his head; the soft feel of the silk made his balls tingle, it only came down to his waist, leaving those balls and his now rigid cock on display. The humiliation was sublime as he stood naked but for the white silk before seven women; the sweet scent of the woman who placed it over him was as overpowering as her dominance, her satisfaction in reducing Latimer to this level was noticed by him; her nipples expressing themselves through the black fabric of her tight top.

"There, you are ready for the gallows which await you; what a spectacle you shall make for all those witnessing your death." She returned to her seat and Grace began the proceedings.

"Henry Latimer, you are charged with committing many heinous acts against defenceless people, crimes for which you will pay the ultimate price. You will answer all questions with the truth. Is that understood?" Latimer felt seven pairs of eyes burn into him as he answered.

"Yes Madam Grace, I understand." Latimer quailed a little, his cock bobbing stiffly as he had a vague recollection of at least two of the stern women who would now reverse the position he usually held; his mind went back to dinner parties he had attended, the stern auburn haired woman with severe glasses smirked knowingly as she caught his glance. His balls tingled as he suddenly recalled a wine-fuelled dinner occasion where he had been bragging of his power over the lower classes in condemning many to the gallows; a dignitary seemed to only respond or ask questions when it was deemed appropriate, his partner was a mature and seemingly insignificant woman with auburn hair, dressed in pink and white. It was now apparent she had been in control of him. She fired the first question at him, as his stood elevated on the box with his cock excited and exposed in utter humiliation.

"After sessions at which you have sent victims to the gallows, do you masturbate?" This was considered a very base act in the society he found himself in, and he shivered as the women enjoyed his discomfort.

"Yes... I have sometimes masturbated at the memory of some of those occasions." The auburn haired owner of the dignitary sneered with satisfaction. Her mature cunt bulging as she stroked it below the table.

"So, an admission of pleasure at the misery of others. I think you know my verdict; I shall take special pleasure in seeing you hang." Latimer swallowed hard, though this was merely play-acting the sincerity of her words made his cock stiffen; he knew she would truly love to see him actually snuffed, he wondered what masochistic pleasures the dignitary suffered at her hands. One of the equally mature and erotically attractive women from the other side of the table, one whose voice also jarred something within his memory, posed the next question which had his anus tingling with genuine fear.

"You remember Judge Giles Blandish, who was notorious for hanging women and who mysteriously took his own life, by that very method? Some of his more pompous associates believing that foul play was involved, he being found naked and suspended in woodland with his hands and ankles tied; we have it on good authority that a good quantity of his semen was found at the scene. Many women read of his demise with much satisfaction, the company you now face being no exception; have you ever been guilty of condemning a woman to the gallows?" Latimer's cock perked at the thought that Blandish may have suffered a delicious execution at the hands of women, and he trembled at the woman's question; he was sure he knew her, or of her. He was also gripped by fear, as he had sentenced a 'baby farmer' guilty of disposing of infants, and a husband poisoner, two of several which sprang to mind, to the rope. The women studied the humiliated male with contempt as he struggled to answer; they were of course very aware of the facts.

"Yes... I... I have been guilty of sending women to the gallows." The women in black looked upon him with studied disgust, and the prim and confident woman who had posed the question heaved her ample breasts with a look of justified pleasure.

"Then you shall face the noose yourself, I will have great pleasure in witnessing your demise; yours will not be the first life I've seen ended by the rope. I had the pleasure of identifying the body of Giles Blandish; as his widow it was my duty, a duty which confirmed my freedom to live on the wealth he left me, I had great difficulty in concealing my pleasure to the authorities in attendance. I have made it my business to enjoy the punishment of males ever since." Latimer's cock now dribbled as his mind spun in a frenzy, these women knew him and his mind was opened to suggestions made by the widow of Blandish; he began to believe he would stay on the rope this time, and he could see his thoughts were apparent to the women, who thoroughly enjoyed his torment. After answering equally damning questions from the other four stern women, all resulting in their affirmation that they would have the pleasure of seeing him swing, the elegantly dominant Agnes slowly reached for the black silk cap.

Latimer's cock poked rigidly upward, stiffer than it had been in thirty years, as he stood naked but for the white silk shroud, sweetly humiliated before the seven women and waiting to be sentenced to hang. Agnes licked her lips as she slowly placed the black cap on her head, the black velvet gloves she wore emphasising the promise of death. The six other women watched him intently, all sitting as stiffly as they could whilst nursing their mature cunts, in full enjoyment of the exquisite drama.

"Henry Latimer, you have admitted your crimes and your guilt has been confirmed by six women. You are thoroughly deserved of maximum punishment, and will be taken immediately to the gallows and hanged. Your execution will be carried out by women, witnessed by women, and enjoyed by women." The women stood and filed up to Latimer, who was escorted behind the graceful form of Agnes, down to double doors at the other end of the room; the doors were opened from the inside by the stern maid who had met him at the front door. She wore a pleased smile edged with contempt as she viewed the shrouded male, and took great pleasure in pointing to the grim structure within the high-ceilinged room; Latimer's anus tingled with fear as he viewed the gallows for the first time. He had been hanged by Agnes before, but never from this grandiose apparatus; the tall wooden structure was fitted with a trap-door and the white silky noose hung invitingly from a menacing beam projecting from an upright some twelve feet high. His cock stiffened and wept pre-cum as his stomach turned at the feel of the wooden steps up to the platform. Agnes's cunt tingled with acute pleasure as she had the quivering male stand behind the noose, looking through it, as two of the mature women; Blandish's widow, and the dominant wife of the dignitary, gleefully assisted in binding his ankles and tying his wrists behind his back. Secured and helpless, Latimer's balls pulsed in urgent need of orgasm. Agnes and the women taunted him as he faced a black curtain through the noose, which separated the room.

"You are going to give a very special show today; there are many people here who want to see you hang. That cock of yours need not worry, you shall have more than sufficient time to spend while you enjoy the rope." Latimer was now truly in fear for his life as the widow interjected.

"I trust I have bound your ankles securely; I did this once before for someone else, the feeling of bondage will enhance your pleasure as you come for your audience no end." His cock jutted as the two women in black left him alone on the trap with Agnes, each going one way to join two of the others who stood with solemn satisfaction, three in a row either side of the gallows. His bowels were close to giving out as Agnes took great time and received immense pleasure in slipping the silky noose over his head, fastening the slipknot centrally behind his neck. Her legs slipped together in the moistness of her arousal as she walked to the back of the platform, taking the other end of the white rope in her black gloved hands and pulling it tight. Latimer grunted as she heaved on the rope and hoisted him to tip-toe on the trap, binding the rope to ensure his neck did break when the trap was released.

"There, we shall have no accidents, it would spoil everyone's day if you you were dispatched long drop fashion; we want to see you enjoy the rope and please us with your suffering. You see, I have an extra special treat for you this time." Agnes nodded to her maid who stood by the partition curtain, with a smile she took hold of a cord and walked aside, opening it. Latimer gasped and his exposed cock bobbed as an audience of twenty or so more women sat in chairs around a huge bed applauded; a mixture of obviously dominant women with the spiteful tools of their exquisite trade, more women he recognised as wives of those he'd entertained, and others he vaguely recalled from court sessions. All there to witness his divine humiliation as he waited, prepared in his short white shroud, noosed and bound. Agnes's cunt tingled as she glowed in her element, in absolute control of a male's destiny; the exceptional thrill of hanging males was something she never tired of, and her expertise in the art was greatly appreciated by women such as those now in the audience, some having witnessed her humiliations before, many in attendance for the first time and eager to see the portly naked judge hang. Latimer's cock boned as his shame at being witnessed by so many, teasing his sense of submissiveness further than ever before; he watched his mistress strut to the lever, which had been sited so as to allow the condemned an all too clear view of its application, she stood proud and dominant as she faced Latimer and slowly wrapped her black-gloved hands about the handle which would deliver him to the rope in earnest.




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" I shall now take great pleasure in watching you do the dance to which you have condemned many others, and have you show your weakness to my many friends by having you disgrace yourself before you pass out. I shall determine whether your eyes re-open in heaven or in hell." The crowd of sexually excited women hushed to complete silence as Agnes's hands tensed upon the lever; she savoured the moment of complete power, her cunt oozing, as his bound feet tip-toed on the trap, panting as he squirmed with wrists secured and the rope tight above him. With a vicious grin she jerked the lever back, and the trap fell away either side with a pleasing crash.

The women cheered and applauded as Latimer took the tension of the rope; grimacing and watching the smiling women as they enjoyed observing the noose slowly strangle him; his toes desperately trying to feel the ground as the rope creaked satisfyingly while his balls tingled with submissive pleasure, squirming in his bonds, naked, erect, and hanged by a woman. The thorough enjoyment shown by every woman in attedance was felt exquisitely by him, as the noose clicked ever tighter about his throat, and he quivered helpless and humiliated on the silky cord. He was gasping for breath already, as Agnes's gloved hand reached across the abyss and clasped his erect cock, teasing his bell-end with her thumb.

"Before you go, you'll show us all just how worthless and feeble you are; you'll show your recognition of women's dominance by giving a tribute to your submission, you will disgrace yourself and endure total humiliation at my hands." Latimer eyed the crowd of grinning, sneering and taunting women as he fought for breath while submerged in submissive ecstasy as the dominant woman stroked his rigid cock, she was careful not to ease any tension of the rope, allowing him the combined pleasure of its strangulation along with being masturbated by his executioner. His humiliation was indescribably pleasurable as he gasped in the grip of the noose, stiffening as his balls tingled with the delicious approach of orgasm. His face was turning blue as he tensed against the luscious grip of his bonds, heard his mistress laugh victoriously, and through blurred eyes watched those women who were not already standing, rise and shriek their pleasure as he felt his cock spasm delectably in the velvet gloved hand. He experienced an ecstasy he could never have imagined as he shot wads of hot semen, suspended in white silk, and his ears assailed by the rampant appreciation of women pleased to see him hanged. Agnes watched his face carefully and intently as she milked his balls dry, her cunt close to orgasm as she relished his pain and total submission to her. Jangling on the rope, Latimer now yearned to die for her as he spent deliriously under her complete control, covering her black glove with the essence of his total submission before gasping his last and passing out.

Latimer's eyes opened with a start; he was truly unaware of whether he had been delivered to heaven or hell. He was face down on a bed, shackled star fashion, his nostrils filled with feminine scents and his neck sore. His cock stiffened once more as he struggled against the shackles and lifted his head toward the voice talking softly to him. The crowd of women giggled as they stood with canes and whips, while Agnes lifted her skirts and mounted the bed he now knew was the one he'd seen from the gallows. The women erupted in laughter as she allowed him to sniff her cunt, and he stretched to reach it. She kept him agonisingly close to it as she surmised the day's events and what was to follow.

"You have had your pleasure, and now I shall have mine; you will do me the honour of pleasing my cunt and refreshing my asshole. The ladies will then pay their respects by punishing you for your disgraceful behaviour. You are then invited to the home of Mrs Blandish, who is keen to discuss your pleasures; as a confirmed batchelor, you will not refuse her invitation." Mrs Blandish stood smiling with the others, flexing a cane he would shortly become accustomed with. Agnes slipped forward and Latimer indulged her sticky asshole as the women looked on; Latimer had spent on the rope and would spend again as he was thrashed by the women. Mrs Blandish, who had a particular relish for hangings, would ensure Latimer realised he had indeed awoken in hell when she had the pleasure of his company later.



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Ella had been in a stern mood before her latest function, and Gray had known the strength of her arm prior to the guests arrival; she had taken pleasure in thrashing him whilst he lay naked on her bed, watched eagerly by Rosie and the new housemaid Kate, who would take over from Rosie shortly; the present maid having earned her right to dominate as a mistress under Ella's wing. Gray howled in a delirious mixture of pleasure and pain as Ella delivered her final strokes and then passed the cane to Rosie. Ella smiled as she slipped her hand under Gray's body and felt his erect cock and expectant balls.

"I need you to be at your most submissive this evening, which is why you shall be put firmly in your place before the guests arrive, some of whom are very special. Rosie shall give you another ten strokes, and then Kate will introduce herself to you in the same manner. You will be allowed to masturbate at her feet after punishment has been served." Gray squirmed on the bed, longing for relief after having his cock nursed by the soft hand of his mistress, knowing the spiteful Rosie would make the most of her ten strokes; he would then know the sweet humiliation of being thrashed by the new housemaid, who had already spoken curtly to Gray, asserting her natural dominance. Kate was shapely and ginger haired; a recipe for spite and self-esteem. She had been taken in by Ella after living by her wits on the streets, a victim of abuse from males in the past, she had developed a natural bent for vengeance against anything in possession of a penis. She had found her way to Arachne House last winter in a poor condition and though no facility for females exists there, the women would always take in certain females in need and house them within the staffing quarters. After being restored to health and hygiene by Hope and the others, her sense of natural superiority was also quickly restored by the stern women and their treatment of the males there. Showing the necessary spite so naturally when allowed to chastise males under the smiles of Hope's watching supervision, Ella was quickly alerted to her talents, as a replacement for the fast maturing Rosie. The ginger harpie sneered at the cowering Gray and watched Rosie impatiently as her mentor flexed the cane.

"You must show Gray here regular chastisement with the cane, and be sure to apply it thoroughly; he thinks being mistress's special pet earns him leniency in the household, so you must be sure to make him recognise his place below you at every opportunity." Gray squirmed as Rosie brought the cane down hard for the first of her ten strokes making him yelp with pain; his cock stiffened in recognition of the giggles which came from young Kate, her pleasure at his pain so apparent; he would enjoy being punished by her and hoped she would show Rosie's penchant for being pleasured by his tongue. After he squirmed in stinging pain on Rosie having delivered her ten strokes with vitality, he was not to be disappointed in any way by the ginger girls deft application of the rattan; his cock pulsing on the bed below him, eager to shoot as Rosie laughed with contempt, accentuating his glorious humiliation at being thrashed by a girl less than half his age. 

Kate savoured her moment of domination by discarding her back dress, allowing Gray to see her nubile young shape In bloomers and petticoats; a generous damp patch outlined the lips of her youthful but experienced cunt, bearing testimony to the depth of pleasure she gained from seeing his torment. She had been the object of male abuse before, and now she would show this one who was in charge; her spite magnified by prior experience.

Rosie grinned with a pleasure of her own as the door opened and Ella ushered in three middle-aged ladies, who were all a little flushed with this fresh excitement; new to the society having recently found the courage to expose their feelings of dominance in company. Gray's cock was fit to explode as he viewed the smiling women who would witness his humiliation, and the collar and leash that Ella displayed; waiting for him. The ladies sneered and chuckled as Kate flexed the cane in preparation, one of them was excited beyond all expectation.

"So you allow the maids to discipline your male as well? What a delicious prospect.". Ella smiled down at Gray as he quiverered, ready for the caning from the girl.

"Why of course, it is only natural; he must recognise his place below all females, especially those within the household. He is 'master' in title alone; all females are 'mistress' to him, and he is made to remember this at every opportunity. You will see how he has learned to worship all females when Kate has administered his punishment." Gray's balls tingled as he relished being shown his place by the ginger girl before an audience of mature women; they gasped as the nubile maid set about her task with a vigour which they found refreshing to see; the broad smile she wore displaying her acute pleasure in applying each cutting stroke, making their cunts tingle with jealousy and admiration. Gray's yelps as his bare flesh accepted the striping rattan were equally pleasing to the women, each witnessing corporal punishment of an adult male for the first time. They applauded wildly as the prim maid applied her final stroke and lifted Gray's head by his hair to witness and enjoy the tears he shed like a child; her cunt juiced and tingling as she revelled in her domination of him. Ella smiled with satisfaction as she witnessed the pleasure on the faces of both her new maid, and the women new to her society. Rosie just sneered with haughty contempt; she would soon have her own male pet to dominate. Ella jangled the collar and leash which awaited Gray's neck.

"You'll kneel at your better's feet now Gray, and show our new members how a lowly male appreciates just punishment." Kate assisted by keeping hold of his hair, asserting her control over him as he meekly obeyed and climbed from the bed to kneel before her and Rosie; the women tittered and gasped as they saw his erect cock, his bell-end glistening as wet as his eyes, betraying his submissive pleasure at being thrashed by a young girl, despite the stinging pain. As if their witnessing a naked adult male kneeling before a smiling housemaid, with manhood stiff and erect was not enough, the women watched open mouthed as Gray's humiliation was set by the next command; Ella was warming up nicely for a special evening.

"You will now disgrace yourself before your superiors; you will then help our new maid prepare for the evening, and she shall have the pleasure of leading you collared before our guests downstairs. All will see the evidence of her dominance over you; she has marked your flesh delightfully." The new ladies who had already been treated to sights they had previously only dreamed of in their most carnal moods, such was the staid Victorian society they frequented, looked on open mouthed with their cunts in full arousal as Gray eagerly stroked his cock; masturbation was a sin, and seeing a mature male debase himself at the feet of a maid who had caned him. Kate grinned at the women as they put their hands over their mouths, still a little shy at showing their full enjoyment of his domination. The ginger maid winked at them and pulled Gray's nose into the warm damp cleft of her cunt; Gray's back stiffened to match his cock as he took in the spicy scent of her youthful cunt, the ladies would be treated to the sight of semen erupting from his cock in no time at all. Gray moaned in ecstasy as he duly shot his creamy white tribute over the maid's feet and ankles; the flushed women gawping with wide smiles at first, then applauding as Gray spent generously, his orgasm and delivery accentuated sweetly in the humiliation of their approval. Ella smiled with satisfaction and applauded to, more than pleased with her pet's performance, and turned to her new members.

"My vision is that all males shall be reduced thus; Gray will enjoy being paraded by my maid tonight, he has learned the true position of males in life. You will see other examples of males who have learned to recognise their correct role this evening; we hope to accommodate you with pets in the same way as you progress in our society. Gray has one more task to perform for you before we don our masks for tonight's pleasures." Ella simply smiled at Kate, who deftly slapped Gray and pointed to her feet with a contemptuous grin. With his semi-flaccid cock still dribbling, Gray bent and began the task of licking his warm semen from the girls feet and legs, his balls tingling as he listened to the laughs of the women as he devoured his own salty mess; he knew his place alright, and his humiliation was complete.

As Rosie led the women out to prepare for the evening, Ella turned to Gray.

"You will visit your old habitat with Kate and I tomorrow, as your expertise is required with the choosing of some materials I require; this will also give you the opportunity to thank the new management team there, which you will find most exhilarating." Gray knew that his 'exhilaration' would be further humiliation; as Ella departed and Kate began to undress, his cock began to stiffen again as he imagined being dominated by women unknown at the shop where he was once master. Kate had him kneel as she sat on the bed and removed her soiled bloomers, his cock made a full revival as she spread her legs and displayed a very inviting ginger haired cunt, glistening with arousal; a delicious brown asshole flexed in and out as she lifted her soft white thighs.

"Mistress says I may have my pleasure of you whenever I desire it; you shall quell my excitement before washing me and helping me to dress, you'll lick my asshole clean and then pleasure my cunt. You will perform both tasks to my satisfaction or receive the cane once more." Gray did not hesitate when she pointed to her asshole; he sniffed at her tangy anus and lovingly licked at the sweet pucker before probing deep into its warmth; Kate rubbed her clitoris as she enjoyed his obedience and the lush feel of his tongue, her control of him giving her haughty ego as much pleasure as the exquisite physical stimulation awarded; she owned him now, as much as her mistress, and she would show him a firm hand incessantly. She pulled him up to her cunt and leaned back on her elbows as Gray willingly licked at the delicious pinky folds of her cunt before worshipping her prominent clitoris, his cock now rigid once more. Kate moaned and pointed her elegant legs skyward as Gray rasped vigorously at her juicy cunt, ensuring his punisher induldged in a satisfying orgasm. Sated for the moment she led him to the basin and sat naked in a wicker chair while he filled it with warm soapy water; she remained seated and pointed to mat on which he would kneel to wash her feet and lower legs first, before she too stood on the mat, and smiled contentedly as he sponged her torso and thighs. She spread her legs and allowed him to wash her intimate parts, smiling as viewed his erect cock; just the routine of being made to wash her soft white body excited him. After washing her upper body and padding her down with a soft towel she allowed him to wash while she sprayed her body with an atomiser, filling the room with feminine scent. 

His cock bobbed as he rolled her black stockings up her soft white legs, then she passed him a pair of black lace knickers, smiling as she had him sniff the crotch to ensure they were fresh before Letting him ease them up her silky legs to tightly cover her cunt and ass cheeks. After slipping on her black shoes and tying her black Basque, she put on her small black mask and led him to a large mirror, having him kneel in front of it.

"I want you to see yourself being collared, leashed, and hooded by your new house-mistress, you'll then be led downstairs like a dog; I am so excited at having all our guests know I have dominated you, your humiliation will be so enjoyable, I'll carry the cane that's marked you; the women will make me feel oh so proud." She took the cane and sneered at their reflection in the mirror as she stroked Gray's ass cheeks with it, drawing his attention to the still fresh pink stripes and blossoming purple bruising which adorned it. Gray's own excitement was also reflected by his renewed erection; being disciplined by a young lady of low status within the household had been very pleasurable; he knew that the evidence of her work would bring Ella's hierarchy of friends much satisfaction, and he longed to be displayed as the masked ginger maid grinned with pleasure as she buckled the black collar of ownership about his neck, before slipping a black leather hood over his head.

Kate strutted amidst the applause of the society women, keeping a studied look of nonchalance as she led the naked and punished Gray on all fours amongst them; the key members all knew of her former life of abuse at the hands of males, and relished her elevation to her true status, and the evidence of her spite shown by the obedient Gray's punished flesh. Many of the ladies newer to the society inquired upon acquiring her services as 'maid for the day'; they would delight in seeing their husbands justly brought down to complete submission on being thrashed vigorously to ejaculation by a nubile yet spiteful maid. Kate would soon be in a heaven of her own, witnessing a diversity of semen, spent in submission to her dominance. Ella, Constance and Faith smiled down on Gray with smug satisfaction, as the other ladies crowded them to inquire upon the maid's availability; his cock poking stiff as the scantily clad mature women sneered with contempt as he was paraded on all fours. His humiliation was heightened by their costumes, each woman wearing a small black mask which did little to hide identity, yet somehow made them all the more erotic in a sinister way; fashion for the evening seemed to be black lace, each woman's full and rounded breasts clearly displaying nipples and areola through the thin lace, expressing their womanhood unashamedly. Gray's cock perked as he recognised the three women who had witnessed his caning; though dressed demurely before when they had increased his submissive enjoyment as he was punished, all three now looked the perfect dominatrix, their legs exposed in black silk stockings with canes and whips as per all the other women there. Gray felt his leash being tugged and Kate led him over to them.

"You will do the honour of introducing yourself by sniffing each lady in turn, and then kissing their feet, to apologise for the fuss you made when receiving your punishment." A large circle of women gathered round to witness Gray's humbling; each of the three eagerly pressed their plump torso's forward as Gray kneeled and sniffed at their cunts which were expressed excitedly in their black silk knickers, his cock oozing lubrication as he took in their mature womanly scent before kissing the black ankle boots each wore. Gray was then made to kneel in silence as other guests continued to arrive.

There was much excitement as Madam Sarah Morton strutted pompously into the vast drawing room, having masked and discarded her cloak in the hall; her nipples poked excitedly through the black lace as women openly applauded her having her husband on a leash. He followed obediently behind her, his erect cock poking in its own excitement, lifting the fabric of his loose black leggings as he enjoyed the public humiliation; he was made to kneel before his host and kiss her feet, before his Mistress expressed her undisputed authority over him; pointing to a chair by the wall which had been reserved by him.

"You'll drop your leggings about your ankles to allow the ladies to see your pathetic excuse for a penis, and don't you dare let me catch you playing with yourself." The women applauded once more as Morton did as he was told, bowing under the sneers and scorn of the women, he dropped hid leggings about his ankles and sat with his erect cock displayed for their benefit and his humiliation; he remained obediently stationed at the command of his wife, one of only two males granted permission of a chair, one other sat opposite, masked with cock rudely on show also. All the other males were as per Gray, naked and leashed like the pets they were; many knelt on the floor close to those with the privilege of a chair, though all equally under firm control and no communication between them, either verbal or by the deftest gesticulation, was tolerated. There was to be a male present in a further guise; one which both Sarah Morton and her subservient husband would both appreciate, arriving shortly with the dominant Hope from Arachne House. Morton's exposed cock grew stiffer as his dominant wife and the senior ladies of the circle turned and faced him with curt smiles from their position in the centre of the room; he could not hear their conversation but he knew he was the subject of their discussion, and the array of full breasts and plump buttocks made him yearn to be disciplined en masse, his balls tingled as a passing woman stroked his stiff cock with her cane. He knew some form of humiliation was to come his way. Sarah Morton sneered at her husband; though her pointing nipples were the only sign from her controlled external posture that she was aroused sexually, her cunt was wet with excitement as she discussed a promised acquisition with Ella and the others.

"I shall so enjoy humiliating him in the extreme; I know he is not remotely homosexual, but I sensed his excitement at a function where some very feminine ladyboys were present, and he confessed his perversion under the cane later. I shall have them couple before one and all, both will be shamed, and though I shall have more pity for the effeminate one, 'her' coming out will be a sweetly enjoyable humiliation; to lose her virginity whilst her sire is also publicly shamed will be exquisite." Constance was particularly thrilled by the prospect of the debasement of two males for the pleasure of the women present, even if one of the males was as effeminate in mind, and for the most part in body, as the female onlookers.

"And what do you have planned for her when she is installed in your household?" Sarah's full breasts heaved in the black lace as her tight corset lifted them when she breathed excitedly, grinning wickedly at the schemes she had in mind.

"I shall flaunt her before my husband, denying him relief by her unless in the company of other women, or at a function; all will know of his indiscretions, and it will give me license to enjoy the company of males of my choice, who will service me while he watches, denied further, and humiliated completely. She will accompany everywhere in daily life, enslaved as a female, as only a male could appreciate. She will be used as a tool to bring the husbands of other dominant women into line; their humiliation witnessed and recorded to ensure their obedience perpetually." Their conversation was brought to an end by a welcomed interruption; the excitement was felt by males and females alike as the superior Hope made her entrance, with two naked males, naked and leashed ready for new ownership and a pretty girl dressed in virginal white; she was also leashed which startled a few of the women there, unaware of the speciality which lay beneath her outer feminine form. She teetered on high heeled boots, tears staining her soft cheeks from the caning she had received from the stern Hope en route to the destination at which she would realise her fate. Ella and the others who knew her secret smiled smugly as they viewed the astounded faces of other female guests, appalled at swing another female in bondage; Elsa's newfound femininity, enhanced by make-up and the restrictions of a tight bodice were entirely convincing. Beneath her tightly elasticated bloomers, Elsa's little cock stiffened with an excitement of her own as she felt all eyes on her, as the stern Hope shepherded her with the cane she had recently had the pleasure of. She was brought away from the two crouching and totally submissive males, to be examined by her host and Sarah Morton, who almost shed tears of her own as she viewed her new purchase with complete satisfaction. 




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The women were equally as pleased at the bewilderment of the two new males whose cocks stiffened in fear and excitement as they glanced at the array of women in black lace; both Will and Granger had learned their place under Hope's rigorous and ruthless domination, and knew their lives were about to change forever. They were ushered to a corner by a formidable nurse with a whip who accompanied Hope, to await their fate as the sneering and delighted audience viewed the latest produce from Arachne House. Many of the women came over and teased Will and Granger with their canes and horse-whips; Will looked up at them with stiff cock, his balls tingling, as he wondered which of these stern women was to own him, each mature woman equally stern and attractive, he sniffed at their scent and now yearned to be taken by one and put to good use. Granger had no such dilemma, Grace Charnforth Strutted over to him with her stud of the moment, who was attired in the same fashion as Sarah Morton's husband; distinguishing him from the absolute slaves. She lifted Granger's head with a smile.

"We'll soon have you home to taste my friend's semen; I do hope you're hungry, I intend to have at least two others tonight, your tongue will find my cunt most accommodating." Granger's cock was rigid at the sight of Grace's ample hips, and knew his tongue would enjoy the humiliation of cleaning up after she'd had her pleasure, the small crowd of women around her laughed as she fondled the balls of her stud, emphasising Granger's new role in life as a permanent cuckold.

As he sat with stiff cock, leggings about his ankles, Morton viewed the pretty girl with tingling balls as his wife fondled her whilst looking straight at her husband with a knowing smile; his cock pulsed as he realised that this sweetly effeminate and slightly-built girl was to be purchased by his wife. She smiled in triumph as she pulled the elasticated bloomers down the soft girls slender legs; the unknowing women at first gasped and laughed, then applauded loudly as the sweet girl's face went pink as she was shamed. None of the women were interested in the dainty 'girl's' blushes however, they were captivated by the stiff little cock and hairless balls which were displayed below the tight white corset, adorned with a pink silk bow tied about the base of the dear little cock. Morton's cock pulsed as his wife snapped her fingers to summon him from the chair, the audience of women laughing as he was told to leave his leggings; his carnal excitement rigid and on view for the two lines of women which formed as he passed between them, to kneel humbly at his dominant wife's feet. She lifted his chin and made him look at the inviting rear of her new maid; the tight bodice making the already effeminate and girlish ass look good enough to eat, her silky thighs and calves extended sweetly by the high heels, a pretty pink garter belt around her left thigh. Morton swallowed hard and blushed as red as the maid when she was made to part her legs slightly; the women grinned with deep satisfaction as he looked upon a petit pair of balls dangling, yet his cock perked embarrassingly, betraying his weakness for effeminised males to all who witnessed the scene. Sarah Morton's cunt tingled with pleasure as she relished the humiliation he would now both suffer and yet enjoy; every woman there would now have a hold over him, as he would be made to perform a base and illegal act. She smiled as he knelt with erect cock, transfixed by the soft feminine beauty who was now held down by two eager women, over a glass table, her ass cheeks parted by Sarah's elegantly manicured hands, to reveal a warm and inviting asshole which squeezed and dilated in succession as the whimpering Elsa realised she was now to have a dark wish of her own fulfilled. Sarah sneered at the kneeling Morton, who knew his fetish would now be exposed.

"Up you come dear husband, the ladies are anxious to see you fuck our new maid; she has no say in the matter, but we know she shall enjoy your attentions." The watching crowd of lace-clad dominants laughed with contempt as Morton stood and was ushered toward the soft asshole, his cock stiff and ready to spear its target. He and Elsa both gasped as he put his large hands about her slender constricted waist; the small cock which bobbed excitedly below the lip of the glass table the only indication of the maid's now diminished masculinity, she was now very much a girl and would submit as one. The women stared wide-eyed as Morton's stiff cock eased into the cleft of Elsa's white buttocks, making him gasp as he nearly came spontaneously at the softness, and she stiffened her legs and bucked slightly, making the women laugh; despite her apparent bewilderment, she was eager to be fucked. Morton's knees almost buckled, aware of the sneering women enjoying his humiliation, as he groaned at the pleasurable sensation on easing his hard bell-end into the soft, tight anus, Elsa sighing audibly and tensing her whole body under the grip of the two smiling women who held her, ensuring she was serviced to order. Morton gasped again as he gripped her waist tightly and slowly eased his eager cock deep into the tight warmth of her asshole; Elsa's little balls tingled with pleasure and her cock dribbled as she was used like the woman she yearned to be by a real male. The plug she had been made to wear had pleased her prostate when she had toyed with it in her bed, but the stimulation she felt now, held down and watched by an audience of dominant women as she was taken by the stiff and pleasing cock of an excited male, was immeasurable. 

As Sarah Morton led the taunts and scorn of Ella's guests, her husband was allowed slack on the leash by which she demonstrated her ownership of him, as his carnal excitement overcame the shame at freely buggering pretty Elsa before the women. He moaned in heaven as his torso slapped against her sweet ass; she too moaned in sweet submission as his hairy genitals tickled her hairless balls as he thrust vigorously up to the hilt; those balls tingled incessantly and she delighted the women as beneath the glass table, her erect cock spurted its own tribute as her prostate was massaged to ecstasy. Held down and fucked for the first time, she spent her sweet offering in total submission as she realised her new role in earnest, her red lipstick smudging the table as Morton pressed home and filled her hot anus, roaring like an animal as his load burst into Elsa's virginal asshole. Though shamed by the proceedings, as the women applauded the show, the quivering Elsa was allowed up and Morton was allowed to pet her; the two led away to a corner to sit together while the evening's events continued.

Will cowered as Hope approched him and flexed her cane; his cock rose automatically as the magnificently superior redhead, sneered down on him, resplendent in her black lace; his complete submission to her and the masturbation allowed while in her presence was erotic enough when she was dressed in her normal drab day-wear; with her thighs on view and her pert breasts on show in the lace, she was truly a goddess. He was also aware that he had an audience of stern matriarchs watching from the centre of the room. She cut the air with her cane and stood dominantly over him.

"Kiss my feet and present your leash!" Will immediately humbled himself before her, kissed each boot several times, and then lifted his leash with one hand without looking up beyond the tight leather ankle boots; he had learned to do this routinely, so as his mistress need not bend to retrieve it. His leash was tugged and he followed on all fours, keeping his head down in submission to her. He found himself at the feet of several women, one stepped forward slightly, and hope stroked his ass smartly with the cane.

"Kiss your new mistress's feet and thank her for allowing you to be of service to her!" Will kissed the black boots and felt a gentler tug on his leash, to lift his head; his balls tingled as his eyes took in shapely calves and ample thighs, a proudly expressed camel-toe and slender waist, full breasts and the red lips of a smiling mature woman of about fifty; her brunette hair in a bun, she twirled her horse-whip excitedly as she viewed the handsome younger male she had purchased. Her attractive face and eyes made Will feel truly grateful.

"Thank you for allowing me to be of service to you mistress." Madam Anita Fotheringham smiled and pulled his head forward into her crotch, allowing him to sniff at the camel-toe which was now fully expressed; Will's cock stiffened to rigidity as he sampled the scent of the cunt he would soon be licking. Anita stroked his hair contentedly.

"I've seen what an obedient male you are; you will be put to very good use and will have many treats if you remain so. I have my own special finishing school for young ladies who have finished their basic education, and on becoming adult need to learn how to own and command the males they choose to dominate. Not only will you serve my personal needs, you will be on hand for practical demonstrations of obedience; you will show young ladies how they may be pleasured by an obedient and subservient male, you will get some very wholesome pleasure through your submissiveness." She thanked Ella and Hope for finding such a fine example for her, then sat at the table to enjoy a drink, with Will kneeling at her feet. She caressed his hair and kept his leash tight; impatient to have him back at her residence and feel the warmth of his tongue. Will in turn, looked up to his mistress starry eyed; he had known pain on his journey, but the cold nights spent on the dirtier streets of London were now a distant memory.



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There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who recognised the fearful Madam Fairchild, each hoping they would be chosen to face the supreme humiliation of spending on the rope before a crowd of women. Rumours abounded among some of the slaves, who had known others who had disappeared never to be seen again after the exquisitely exciting woman had been a guest of their respective mistresses; it was thought by some that she had exacted final and absolute domination on those males in some covert and exclusive session, whereby the chosen male's enjoyment of the rope had been permanent. She was followed in by four female assistants who carried long boxes, and another whip bearing assistant, who took great pleasure in chastising two hooded and naked male slaves who carried the longest and obviously heaviest of the boxes, some twenty feet long. Kate took great pleasure in showing them to a space at the end of the room before returning with the supreme Agnes to greet Ella. 

Gray's cock stood erect and willing as the dominant Agnes approached, looking resplendent in the uniform of the evening; her nipples expressed from her full breasts in the black lace, a damp patch already prominent from the camel-toe which swelled from the black silk panties. Behind her the excited women watched with interest as her assistants oversaw the hooded males as a gallows was swiftly erected. Agnes smiled wickedly down at Gray with a knowing look; seeing him kneeling submissively, naked and hooded his cock lifting rudely in honour of her formidable presence, made her clitoris bulge with pleasure.

Before either she or Ella could make their introductions, a round of applause went up behind them, as a noose swung from a completed gallows and the two males were whipped to their knees in a position facing the rope. Two of the smiling assistants placed black silk handkerchiefs on the floor before the two slaves. The crowd of women laughed and jeered when they were ordered to masturbate; their reward for constructing the device on which a fellow male would be humiliated. The two hooded males were teased in turn by the whip bearer who ensured they would deliver a handsome sample of semen by striping their backs and buttocks as they wanked in a submissive heaven of their own; one had been a bank manager, the other a solicitor, both now mere playthings of Agnes Fairchild and dominated totally by her. Neither needed the extra humiliation of whip or jeering female crowd to guarantee a more than healthy ejaculation, both knew a secret about the device before them which they had witnessed when first fully enslaved by their absolute mistress.

They had watched while the gallows was constructed by two males who once held their present positions, two males who pleased their insatiable mistress's cruel appetite totally. The women applauded enthusiastically as the two hooded males shot their seed in abundance, streaking the black silk liberally as they eyed the noose, both yearning for the day when they would erect the gallows in the walled yard behind the Fairchild residence while watched by their smiling mistress and two new slaves. 

Gray was close to coming as Ella looked sternly at him as Agnes licked her lips and stroked his neck with her elegant hands, her cunt buzzing. 

"He'll swing very nicely; I would love to take him off your hands permanently if you just name your price, I'm sure no-one would miss such an insignificant cur, and it would make a delightful evening for all the ladies here." Ella delighted in the tease and looked first to Gray with a wicked smile, and then to the noose which loomed invitingly, a grinning assistant testing the trap-door which dropped away with a pleasing thud as she eagerly tugged at the lever. Ella's cunt oozed as she was impatient to see the spectacle, as were the other women who now crowded round in anticipation, it now being obvious who the victim was to be. She would have him become a little more acquainted with his executioner.

"I think you should sniff madam Fairchild's cunt to gain an understanding of just how excited she is at the prospect of seeing you hanged. Do it now." Agnes smiled with pleasure as the meek victim did just as he was told, a large clear blob of pre-cum now glistening from his pink bell-end, as his cock bobbed and dribbled on sniffing the delicious tang of the excited cunt of the woman who would have him dance on the rope; there was no mistaking the level of her excitement as she held his head and eased his nose up and down the generous slit bulging in her panties. Ella continued with her enjoyment.

"Remember how excited you were that day at Newgate when you saw our pleasure at Wingfield's execution? Well now you have the chance to enjoy just how he felt, and to please your mistress and everyone else here too; I can see you are more than ready for it, you do want to hang for the ladies don't you?" Gray was as terrified as he was excited by the prospect; he knew Ella could be harshly dominant with him at times, but took much pleasure in doing so; she was unlikely to allow Agnes to indulge her extreme carnal desire in snuffing him out, but she had not actually stated that she would not. As he looked up from the sweet scent of Agnes' cunt, the fact that all the women who smiled down at him were in black and he was naked like a sacrificial lamb only served to emphasise his fear, but the idea of being bound and hanged by a woman, for the pleasure of other women excited him no end. The women grinned as he admitted his weakness.

"Yes mistress... I want to hang for the pleasure of the ladies." Ella passed his leash to Kate and the ginger maid took it with enthusiasm. "Kate shall have the pleasure of helping Agnes' assistants prepare you for the rope; we shall all enjoy seeing her take a pro-active part in preparing a male for the gallows." The ginger madam sneered with wicked delight as she tugged on his leash, she would thoroughly enjoy seeing him noosed. The excited pack of women in black parted as Gray was virtually dragged to the waiting noose by his young ginger mistress; her cunt tingling at the pleasure to come. The crowd of women watched with haughty satisfaction as Gray was made to lie on the platform by the trap, and manipulated by Agnes' smiling assistants who held him, while Kate was handed leather straps which she gleefully bound him with. As his ankles and wrists were secured, his cock stiffened as he looked up to the noose, and Kate whispered into his ear as she ensured his wrists were nice and tight.

"I shall so enjoy watching you suffer, after all it maybe my last opportunity to do so; l hope you enjoy the performance as much as I will." The spiteful redhead eagerly helped the assistants lift the bound and helpless Gray to his feet over the trap-door and the stern Agnes strutted over, her face a picture of satisfaction as she looped the noose over his neck and signalled to two assistants who happily pulled down on the rope where it was hitched behind the gallows; Gray gasped as his neck tasted the rope in earnest as he was hoisted to tip-toe, the eager crowd of women sneering and giggling at his physical realisation that he was to hang, the shock of the sensation making him squirm helplessly in his bonds, enhancing his fear which delighted the women. Agnes ensured the noose would not snap his neck if there were too much vertical movement, by taking much care and pleasure in placing the slipknot directly behind his head and making sure he was hoisted ballerina style, his anus tingled and his cock boned as she taunted him.

"There. You will now fully enjoy the physical delights of the noose, no horrid drop and swift neck break as is granted true criminals at Newgate; you are just a submissive male whose only purpose is to provide enjoyment for females, and you will enjoy slow strangulation, allowing you to really appreciate being hanged. I have a good idea you will show that appreciation in a very special and humiliating way; your audience here will be most satisfied to witness it and will increase your enjoyment by taunting you as you hang, and hang you will." There was a hushed silence broken only by the odd callous giggle from the watching women as Agnes Fairchild strutted purposely toward the lever that would begin the real entertainment; Gray's balls tingled like mad and his stiff cock dribbled as Agnes touched the lever as he padded on his big toes on the trap, and waited for his neck to take the full weight of his body. She then strutted back to him as though to offer some reprieve, to rapturous laughter from the women.

"Oh I forgot, we'll have that hood off you first; we want everyone to fully enjoy your facial expressions as you dance." The women made patronising gestures as his scared face was revealed in full, and he watched Ella, Kate and smile softly at him as Agnes approached the lever once more.

"Ladies! You will now witness a male receive just punishment as befits all males; his innocence or guilt is irrelevant, he must know suffering at the hands of womanhood to appreciate his true position, he shall now be put in his place. Enjoy!" The lever was slammed across and the sound of the trap disappearing with a bang was almost drowned out by the applause of the women, overcome with delight as they watched Gray suspended. He groaned and gasped as the wicked rope tightened about his neck and began to squeeze the life from him; his body quivered on the creaking rope as he wriggled in the divine and unforgiving bondage with his toes flicking back and forth looking for the support which was no longer there, his wrists squirmed for release behind him, but there was to be none. The rope clicked and creaked ever tighter as he hanged naked and bound for the pleasure of the women, each and every black laced mistress held their grinning eyes upon him, many rubbing their cunts as they watched him suffer on the rope. As his breath grew shorter, the pressure on his neck seemed to numb, and the tingling in his balls became urgent as the sight of the women enjoying his pain allowed him to indulge his submissive pleasure at being displayed on the rope. Agnes grinned as she saw the tell-tale signs and took a riding crop from an assistant. She gently caressed his balls and the underside of his erect and excited cock, on seeing him convulse slightly.

"Ladies! He will now show his complete submission by honouring your audience in an act of complete humiliation; he knows he is ours!" Agnes grinned as she expertly stroked the underside of his bobbing cock with her crop; though not even close to stimulation, the touch of the crop was divine to Gray, as he squirmed in his bonds while being slowly strangled it emphasised the absolute control of the dominant woman. He now truly enjoyed the rope as the smiling women taunted, his cock peaked at the delicious touch as the beautiful tingling in his balls spread ecstatically through his torso; Agnes pressed the crop against his cock as it pulsed.

"His submission is complete! See how worthless he is!" Gray moaned in ecstasy as he spent with a vigour that showed he was truly in fear of losing his life, as he danced helpless and naked on the rope, the women laughed as he shot a torrent of semen without being masturbated; they laughed and sneered at his humiliation, this was proof to them he truly was a cur, and he showed his full enjoyment at total submission to womanhood. Agnes got supreme satisfaction from his display, grinning and directing his jets of seed with her crop as he convulsed, the women applauding as he spent for them. Her swollen clitoris was ready for stimulation of its own as she taunted him further mid-orgasm as he fought for breath, consumed by the ecstasy of his submission to the rope and its dominant mistress.

"You poor fool, I have you now; your mistress may have tired of you, you'll not know and you'll spend till your balls are dry." Her cruel words made him pump and jerk on the rope as he eyed Ella, who enhanced the delicious tease by gently waving goodbye to him as the other women laughed at his torment. Gray now fought to stay conscious as the restricting rope now added to his submissive ecstasy, slowly applying its silky grip and choking the life from him, as the delicious orgasm magnified his frantic wriggling; the plainly futile attempts which cut his wrists and ankles, now a deeply erotic and satisfying pleasure he could never have imagined. The sneering Agnes held his cock high with the crop while he spent again and again, the jets of semen streaking toward the leering women as he jerked helpless and bound for their pleasure. Gray now wanted to die for the women as the lush orgasm racked his tortured body, Agnes was so truthful in her supreme dominance; she had him alright, and she knew he was a weak male who would submit completely to the pleasures of the rope. She smiled with sublime satisfaction as Gray's dance shuffled to a mere vibration on the creaking rope, his erect cock waned and trickled the last seed of his ecstatic delivery and he passed out. The women applauded loudly and a smiling Agnes flicked the blobs of semen from the flat end of her crop as her giggling assistants rushed to free the 'condemned' man from the noose.

Gray awoke with a start to find something else about his neck; Ella and Constance were quick to change their looks of obvious concern to ones which showed nothing but contempt as he gathered his senses and focused on his mistress; he now felt somewhat ashamed as his mistress patted a lotion soaked towel about his neck; Agnes looked down upon him with true contempt.

"Very few friction marks about the neck, he hangs very well; it will be my pleasure to have him again as soon as you think he has earned it." Ella gave him a soft smile as she and Constance treated his wrists and ankles which had abundant marks due to his delight in testing them during orgasm, but any thoughts of being pampered were soon cut short; Hope and Kate came over and exchanged knowing smiles with his mistress, who then gave Gray a look of genuine contempt.

"Hope and Kate are to take you back to Arachne house tonight, to experience a little discipline there, before taking you the drapery shop which was once yours tomorrow; the ladies I have installed there will no doubt impart their own discipline upon you there too." Gray gasped as she smiled at Hope and strutted off with Constance, leaving him in the care of the two imposing and dominant redheads. Hope gave him a sneer which radiated the spite she felt for him and all males.

"I shall teach you to spend without permission! Your exhibition before the ladies was disgraceful; I shall take great pleasure in thrashing you to tears, and you shall then be put to good use having made Kate and I so messy with your disgusting performance." Gray's cock rose again as he was led behind them on his leash to the waiting carriage; a caning followed by ginger cunt and asshole would likely have him disgrace himself further.

Gray was made to crouch on the floor of the carriage and used as a footstool by Kate, who teased his backside with her cane as their transport jolted on its way to Arachne House. As uncomfortable as he was, Gray's cock erected once more as he re-lived his experience at the end of the rope; the exquisite feeling of helplessness and the deeply satisfying orgasm he achieved as he was made to think it may be his last, was something he would keep in his memory forever; he hoped Agnes Fairchild would realise her suggestion and he would be allowed to please her that way again. 

The stern words of Hope and the punishment she had promised him for disgracing himself on the rope ensured his cock hung rigid as he studied her mean boots and shapely legs before him, he knew the caning he would receive from her would make him wish he had been extinguished by the noose that had earned him that pleasure. Kate dug her spiked heels into his back reminding him that she, as Hope's worthy apprentice in male domination, would also have her enjoyment of him. The youthful dominant flexed the cane she carried, Gray taking in the sweet scent of her arousal; the black silken panties she wore sodden with the excitement of the evening's spiteful entertainment, her ginger cunt now oozing at the prospect of what was to come. The mature Hope was equally aroused at being offered the opportunity to chastise her employer's favourite; when they had met before, she had noted how submissive he was and her cunt had tingled at the thought of punishing him, he would now learn that being her mistress's property would not give him licence to escape any woman associated with her. Her clitoris bulged as she thought of having him strapped to a bench and served with her cane; she lifted her boot and had him kiss the toe.

"We shall soon be in my private parlour; you are very privileged to be allowed that luxury. I believe my mistress has been very lax with your discipline and that will be corrected tonight; It has been my pleasure to break many males, each paying dearly for the misgivings and chauvinism of this misguided male-led society. You will learn in no uncertain terms that womanhood is truly dominant, and will be reduced and conditioned until I am happy that what is left of your spirit recognises nothing else." Gray's cock dribbled as he licked the shiny toe of her boot, and groaned as Kate dug her heels into his submissive flesh. Hope gave her a soft smile and nodded her head to prompt some words of chastisement from her young apprentice dominatrix; she was keen to see the young girl who had been abused by males stamp her authority on them at every opportunity. Kate needed little prompting; she stroked the cane up the bulging camel-toe in her wet silken panties and then put the rod under his nose to replace Hope's boot, Gray's balls tingled as he sniffed at the scent of her arousal.

"You will have a special laundry assignment before I allow you my cane; your performance on the rope is responsible for spoiling my knickers, I will invite the laundry girls to watch how a male should clean them; they may have some that require your attention too." Hope smiled with pride at Kate's idea; humiliation of males before the humbler staff of Arachne House was excellent therapy, and gave those women the opportunity to boost their supremacy; they would be delighted to remove their knickers after work in the steamy laundry, supervising the males who did the donkey work there. Seeing the owner's pet male clean their knickers would impress on them that all males are to be treated with equal contempt.

The carriage jerked to a halt and Gray was led on all fours to a side entrance by Kate as Hope strutted ahead. As they entered, the matron of the evening looked enviously at their tight lace and silk outfits, and then laughed as she looked down at the leashed male.

"That's Madam Ella's male! I'm so glad to see him here in appropriate fashion at last; I do hope she's tired of him and he's here at our disposal, I'd love to help re-correct him." Gray cowered on the leash at the thought of the stern matron's words; having seen how other males were processed and sold off, his balls retracted with fear and he felt the need to defecate as the sneering woman looked down on him eagerly. Hope let him suffer for a few moments, thoroughly enjoying the matron's notion.

"I'm certain we'll enjoy that pleasure one day, but unfortunately he is here just this one evening for some corrective therapy; I fully intend to make the most of it. He will face my pleasure in my private quarters, after an appointment he has in the laundry room; you are most welcome to accompany us there, the ladies will be just about to finish their shift and we have a little bonus for them." The matron was more than pleased to do so, and her own cunt was soon buzzing as Kate awarded her Gray's leash, she took her staff cane and whipped his ass smartly through the corridors past the cells where the newer selected males awaited processing, and on to the rear of the building.




Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 08



As the doors to the laundry room were opened, Gray was immediately hit by the steamy warmth which wafted out. Inside, three women with short whips bustled in their long dresses, overseeing several naked and collared males who toiled with the bundles of sheets and clothing. The three women were surprised by this unusual visit, and marvelled at seeing Hope in her black lace. Her nipples protruded through the thin material as two of the males were also overcome at seeing her full breasts on display; their cocks rose rudely at being treated to a vision of the dominant woman that they could only previously have dreamed of. Hope smiled curtly with satisfaction and allowed them to achieve full erections, then turned to matron.

"Take the names of these two; they shall know the kiss of the bull-whip at the post tomorrow at noon, they have shown a complete lack of self-control and will pay for their impudence." The two were then herded away to the cells with the others, still erect; both would resist the urge to masturbate that night, and would spend willingly at the post in ecstasy, courtesy of the mean whip wielded by the woman whose image that night would remain in their memories long beyond their punishment.

Gray felt over exposed as he now became the centre of attraction on the return of the stern matron, who returned the nods of the three laundry women; yes, they were correct in recognising Ella's pet. Gray was now left kneeling at the feet of two stern women in lace, and four more more in stern black dresses. The three laundry women were use to dominating their charges but this was a real treat; all three were very sticky from their day whipping and commanding in the steam of the laundry. Kate grinned and pulled his leash tight as Hope explained their appearance.

"Gray here was passed on to me this evening by his mistress, he has disgraced himself before many women tonight. He was hanged for the pleasure of those women and believed he was to die; in feeling so, he took the liberty of emptying his balls without permission and will be punished for it." One of the girls rubbed her cunt with her whip handle and looked down at Gray with a sneer.

"Oh I should have loved to have seen him hanged, that would have been so exhilarating; did he beg for his life?" Hope smiled.

"He was not given the option, and he went willingly to the noose in absolute submission; he thoroughly enjoyed being bound and prepared by Kate, and danced in ecstasy for the women." The women's cunts tingled as they imagined the spectacle; one of them, a buxom brunette of about twenty, who knew Kate, was full of admiration as she rubbed herself through her thick skirts.

"Kate! I am so envious, the pleasure that must have given you; to place the rope and have him know he was to hang at your pleasure." She looked at the kneeling Gray, whose cock had maintained a semi-erection, and now bobbed erect at their taunts; she smiled wickedly.

"If only you'd been allowed to watch him die; that would have been exquisite." Kate pulled at the waist band of her soiled knickers.

"Yes, that would have been a pleasure beyond anything I've known, but he didn't die, he spent without permission; as pleasing as that was he will be punished. He is guilty of that, and he is also guilty of making me spoil my knickers; this is why we are here, he will lick them clean while you watch. I suspect he is now also guilty of spoiling yours too; he'll lick yours clean as well, and refresh you with his tongue while Hope and I watch. He will then be taken for a caning where he is welcome to disgrace himself without permission." The stern matron coughed politely; Hope smiled as Kate began to wriggle out of her knickers.

"Why of course matron, yes, you too; the whiff of a well-seasoned cunt and asshole will help him spend liberally when he is thrashed vigorously." Her words and the thought of the caning made Gray's anus tingle with fear and a deep sense of submissive pleasure, but first he would face sweet humiliation softened by the rich scents and tastes of dominant femininity; his cock stiffened, much to the delight of the women, as Kate's hot and spoiled black silk knickers slid down her legs. She stood brazen and unashamed in displaying her moist ginger cunt, the other women smiling at her bold confidence, as she looked down on the male she dominated so easily and with a spite that made their cunts swell. She stepped one spiked boot from the knickers and held them under Gray's nose with the other.

"You will now show these ladies how a male should clean every woman's underwear, being responsible for their spoilt state. You'll lick mine clean first and then you'll show your respects to each of these women by first cleaning their's and then refreshing where they were soiled. Only then will you be allowed to enjoy a caning from Mistress Hope and I." The women sneered and tittered, rubbing their cunts through their dresses as they watched the owners own pet belittled by her maid, and soon to be humiliated by them, her laundry maids. Gray thought nothing of their status, he had already learned that all women were superior to any male as he gratefully sniffed at the spicy gusset, before licking at the delightful feminine secretions; his cock bone hard as the taste and scent of dominant ginger cunt and spicy asshole was complemented by the taunts and sneers of four more women who would witness his submission. He now yearned for the spite of Hope and Kate's canes, and the submissive orgasm he knew he would enjoy when thrashed. 

Kate watched with pleasure as he duly licked her gusset clean of the heady perfume left by her cunt, and the hot spice of her asshole. She toed them away when satisfied his tongue had worshipped them enough, and tugged his leash toward the first of the three girls who lifted her skirts eagerly. The other two and matron continued to rub themselves as they watched in anticipation of their turns, ensuring their knickers were suitably spiced for cleansing. The first girl dropped her knickers and Gray's cock pulsed and dribbled as he took in the rich aroma of a woman who had spent the day in the hot laundry, aroused on many occasions as she whipped and coerced the male slaves in her charge. Gray willingly sniffed long and hard at the beautifully seasoned gusset, yellowed at the front, delicately toned light brown at the back; he was more than ready to come as his taste buds sampled the fabric, and was then treated to the warmth of her flesh as she lifted her skirts. She sat back on a bench with her skirts around her like a huge black rose, the pure white of her cunt and ass cheeks contrasting beautifully with the folds of the fabric. 

Gray's cock dribbled as he sniffed and licked at her sweaty cunt and aromatic asshole like a dog, and the other three servants of his mistress were invited to treat him with no more respect than such; teasing his ass and balls with their boots and taunting him as the first received the pleasure of his tongue and they awaited their turn, their normal spite for males magnified by the knowledge that this one held the privileged favour of their employer; they would ensure he knew his place on this occasion. Hope and Kate looked on with similar thoughts; their fingers itching to cane him to complete submission after his humiliation.

Gray's own submissive pleasure was enhanced by the mixture of cruel taunts and delightfully seasoned underwear he was made to clean, followed by the gratifying tastes of the cunts and assholes they belonged to. Hearing each of them moan in orgasm at the service of his tongue made him yearn to come; the crescendo of dealing with the mature matron, while Hope and Kate stood with the canes he would soon be punished with, had his balls and anus tingling with a sense of absolute defeat; after he had sampled the mature woman's stained knickers, she pulled his leash tight as his face was drawn up to the silky wet folds of her eager cunt, she smiled with satisfaction and reminded him of his earlier venture to submissive heaven.

"Oh that I could have witnessed you jerk and disgrace yourself on the rope! Seeing the fear in your eyes as you danced for the ladies there would have been so special, and hanged by a house-maid too. You escaped with your life, but you'll pay for your disobedience; if only we were allowed to fetch a rope and finish you here and now!" The women laughed as he gratefully lapped at the loose flaps of her mature and well-pleasured cunt, his cock rigid and dribbling as she shifted back with a smile and allowed him the savoury delights of her brown asshole, nestling between the soft white globes of flesh. She slid her finger back and forth rapidly in the messy groove of her cunt, working the nub of her clitoris as Gray's tongue delved into the warm tangy depths of her anus, and soon moaned with satisfaction, heralding the caning that he, and all present relished.

The four were invited back to Hope's quarters to witness his punishment, and took turns in leading him by leash on all fours through the corridors; they would all savour watching him spurt in submission under the cane. He was led through the door into Hope's plush parlour with its huge bed and silken sheets, on into a starkly decorated room beyond where a padded leather caning bench awaited him. Matron and the three laundry women looked on smugly as Hope pointed him to the bench with her cane, and without a word being said he went obediently and eagerly to it, Kate shackling his wrists and ankles as he was bent over it; his cock stimulated by a bolster beneath it, which lifted his ass cheeks invitingly. He was ready to be caned to complete submission. Hope took several canes from a stand and thrashed them against a stiff leather pillow on a desk; the women laughed with contempt and sheer enjoyment as they watched the captive male buck and writhe in fear at the sweet sound of the cane descending, and the considerable noise of its impact, nearly splitting the leather cushion.

Hope's cunt bulged with pleasure as she witnessed his fear as she tested more; the women now sat on chairs around the perimeter, their skirts lifted once more to access their cunts for a second orgasm as he was broken. Hope passed two of the tested canes to Kate, who moved to the head of the bench and let Gray sniff at her moist cunt. His cock perked and boned as it slipped on the now moist leather.

"Oh yes... you enjoyed that scent when I noosed you, and you messed without permission; now you'll enjoy it again before I have a direct hand in making you come again. It will be my absolute pleasure to have you cry like a baby for me, and relinquish the contents of your balls in worship of womanhood." Hope sneered as he sniffed at the youthful ginger cunt, and wheeled three huge mirrors round to face him; he would now witness his own punishment, see the spite of his punishers, and see the full pleasure in the faces of the watching women as they enjoyed his humiliation. The superbly dominant Hope now exchanged places with Kate and stood smiling as she eased her black silken knickers down her elegant legs.

"Mine are the only knickers which remain uncleaned; you shall have that opportunity while you are caned." The women roared with laughter as Gray was deftly masked with the sweetly scented and very moist underwear, asshole up, cunt down; he would sniff the tang of the dominant redhead's asshole, and lick at the essence of the assertive woman's cunt as he was thrashed. He writhed and nearly came as he viewed the vision in the mirror; with his eyes either side of the gusset he saw himself struggle, captive and helpless, flanked by two dominant lace covered redheads with huge vicious canes, four more assertive women laughing with enjoyment at his predicament. When he had first viewed the spurred boots of Ella at his drapery shop, he could never had imagined submission to this degree; now he would suffer tonight, then visit that very shop tomorrow to face further humiliation. Hope brought him back to the present by lifting her cane with a victorious sneer.

"You have shown disobedience and will have fifty strokes of the cane, served alternately by your maid and I. If you disgrace yourself before twenty-five strokes, you shall enjoy a total of seventy-five. All here will thoroughly enjoy your just punishment; you will know discipline and will be shown no mercy." Hope smiled and nodded to Kate who drew up her spiteful rattan, and without further ado brought the cane whistling down; Gray howled with pain but was nearly drowned out by the applause of the watching women; the biting pain serving only to somehow magnify the pleasurable sensation in his excited cock as he humped and writhed in his bonds; the look of sheer enjoyment in the faces of the women, making him want to shoot in glorious humiliation. He wailed again and shed tears like a child as Hope expertly delivered her cane, the curt smile on her face as she cut him with the cane for the first time, one of exquisite pleasure; the two thrashed him quickly in succession, their bare cunts swollen in full arousal, expressing their pleasure as they striped and cut the bound Gray.

As he squirmed and tensed while the canes rained down relentlessly, Gray fought to control the urge to unload his tingling balls in surrender; though the pain was still intense after a dozen or so whips of the stinging canes, the base pleasure of being dominated and punished while bound intensified as his cock rubbed and slid on the leather. He eyed one of the watching girls as she lifted her legs and moaned in orgasm, a wide grin on her face as she watched him buck and yelp, bringing him to the brink of shooting; despite his growing enjoyment of the cane he did not want to endure a further twenty-five cuts, but had lost count as his cock was teased by his own motion. Kate eased his mind as she applied extra vigour and shouted 'twenty!' She and Hope both ceased momentarily and watched as he wriggled, close to orgasm; Hope sneered with pleasure and pulled the black silken knickers tight across his face, ensuring he got the full benefit of her anal spice as he panted into the now tear soaked fabric.

"You shall show your submission very shortly; but will you earn another twenty-five strokes? I believe the ladies would like to see that, and I will be more than delighted to oblige." Kate moved to the head of the bench, pulled the gusset to one side and presented the fresh scent of her excited ginger cunt to his nose.

"Only five more strokes to twenty-five, and then you have permission to release your seed in our honour; you'll have two very hot and sticky mistresses to worship with your tongue in thanks when you're done, but will the next five strokes delay that?" Gray could not help but sniff deeply at the delightful ginger cunt, tormenting his balls; oh how he wanted to shoot his load as he squirmed on the leather. Kate slowly replaced the gusset with deliberation, smiling wickedly as the mixture of scents and his stinging ass made him squirm impatiently, he would soon disgrace himself. The two resumed their positions and matron and the laundry girls taunted him with their desire to see him shoot in utter humiliation and earn a prolonged thrashing; Hope first drew her cane slowly across his sore buttocks, and then raised her arm and brought it down with all her strength, the cane whistled down and the flesh of his cheeks enveloped it, making Gray buck and thrust his cock hard forward as he yelled in pain.

There was no quick succession of stroke from Kate now, she too rested her cane on his pulsing buttocks as he writhed and rubbed his sensitised bell-end on the bolster lubricated by his own pre-cum; she watched, hoping he would convulse and jet before raising her arm and ensuring he remembered that the owner of the sweet cunt he had just sniffed was enjoying every moment, bringing the cane down hard. As he whimpered in pain after bucking, his balls ready to burst, he looked at the reflection and saw the pure joy in the faces of the watching women as Hope, one hand on hip, punished him with the twenty-third stroke; he forced himself to hold his breath as his cock started to pulse with that delicious feeling of oncoming orgasm, oh how he wanted the next two strokes to be over with! Kate smiled with wicked pleasure as she saw his urgency, delaying her stroke even further and delighting in his torment, reluctantly she brought the cane down with all the spite she could muster, and Hope followed with the twenty-fifth, now more anxious to have her cunt licked after the excitements of the day; Gray winced with a glorious and overwhelming mixture of pain and sweet ecstasy as he took in the vision of himself being punished and moaned in ecstasy as the two now thrashed him with abandon. The women applauded and laughed as the semen was caned from him, as he bucked and spent deliriously under a salvo of whistling canes; his balls pumping and giving up hot jets of seed as he was put firmly in his place by the dominant redheads. 

Matron groaned in an ecstasy of her own as she rubbed herself to a satisfying orgasm on witnessing his utter humiliation; the younger girls who had already sated their cunts applauded loudly and watched with sweet contempt as Gray released his cream in total and utter submission. The fifty stinging strokes were soon completed, and Gray lay quivering in his bonds, wads of spent semen squelching under his belly against the leather bench. Matron and the girls delighted in assisting in applying a saline solution to his tortured buttocks, making him writhe further, before bidding their farewells to the wretch and leaving him to thank his redheaded mistresses.

Gray was led shakily back to the parlour and made to lie face down on the bed as Hope and Kate stripped naked; Gray was first treated to the whiff of Kate's cunt and asshole, bringing her off very quickly, before she rested on her elbows and watched Gray please the ginger folds of her mentor; Gray sniffing and lapping with obvious pleasure at the heavenly essences of the superior woman who had dominated him so thoroughly. She moaned in the triumph of her ecstasy before Gray was allowed to sleep between the two of them. 



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 09



Gray's morning before visiting the drapery shop began with his further just reduction at the hands of his betters; he was led from the bed on his leash by Hope; his cock rising immediately at the silence of her stern authority, and then fully erecting as he was taken to her toilet. His balls tingled with submissive anticipation as she sat on the toilet pedestal and pointed to the floor.

"You will kneel and learn how a woman functions, you will then be put to good use as befits any male." Gray knelt on the cold floor as Hope sighed with a smile, her cunt bulged and a stream of hot golden piss cascaded from her silky white lips, her tiny ginger strip of hair remaining dry; Gray's balls tingled at her supreme form, even her pissing was elegant. The golden trickle ceased and Hope lifted her beautiful ass forward, leaving her cunt accessible to Gray. She sneered and pointed sternly to her cunt, making Gray's cock pulse.

"You'll lick my cunt clean; I shall have it done to my satisfaction on your first attempt, else you shall have a thrashing before breakfast." Gray's anus tingled in a delightful feeling of submission to the magnificently dominant redhead; licking such a woman's cunt clean was breakfast in itself, his cock poked rudely in betraying the enjoyment of his submission as he leaned forward and licked the delicious cunt clean of the salty droplets of piss. He felt Hope's clitoris swell as she looked down on him victoriously, she loved taking males down to a lower level of submission this way, and it excited her when one showed a willing submission to the task as Gray did now.

She indulged in the warmth of his tongue as it lapped and probed more than satisfactorily about her cunt. As her anus bulged, she wondered if he would take so readily to his next task, her cunt tingled with pleasure as she moved his head back and shuffled gracefully back on the seat.

"Place your hands on the seat on either side by my buttocks and keep them there." She smiled knowingly as he slid his hand across the warmth of the seat, and lifted her legs, placing her feet on his elbows; Gray's balls tingled as he now had a perfect view of both her milky white cunt and the inviting light brown pucker of her asshole, his cock stiffened to rigidity as he guessed what was to come. Hope closed her eyes and sighed as she constricted her shapely torso and her anus bulged before Gray's eyes; she opened them again to gain full enjoyment of his expression as her anus dilated and a glistening brown stool slipped gracefully from her bowels. 

As a submissive, Gray found this new experience both awe inspiring and sexually stimulating, Hope's cunt tingled with satisfaction as she watched his face on being allowed to witness her defecate, and noted his cock pulsing, knowing what he faced. 

Gray watched the stall break after four or five inches had been squeezed elegantly out, then heard his Mistress grunt softly as her anus clenched and then dilated again; he watched patiently as the head of another stool bulged and then emerged, the soft brown cylinder slipping down and gracefully dropping to the water below. Her soft pucker squeezed and retracted after making its deposit; It was now ready for Gray's attention. Hope smiled down at Gray and lifted her feet from his elbows, stood and then turned to sit with her asshole facing him; she leaned forward and obligingly spread her cheeks.

"Now you will know your true level when in the company of women, this is the greatest use you can have when a woman chooses to allow you to serve her. You will not gag, you will not spit; you are at a lower level than what you have seen leave my body. Lick my asshole clean, now!" Gray could not help but sniff at the acrid aroma of fresh shit which blended with the tang of her feminine anal scent and kept his cock rigid, his own anus tingled as he applied his tongue to the delicious pucker which was now streaked with darker brown.

He was pleasantly surprised with the bland taste which greeted him, and probed lovingly at the warm depths of her anus almost immediately; invited in by the dilation of the pucker, Hope resplendent in her dominance over the obedient male who was now well and truly in his place. The eager caress of his tongue gave away his absolute submission to her; as her clitoris tingled in enjoyment of her supremacy she decided she would cane him anyway, Kate would be serviced too and she would find an excuse to punish him, though it was his earnest enjoyment of utter submission which earned it.

Gray did not want his debasement to cease; his cock dribbled as he reamed Hope's asshole and focused on the memory of the stools that had been ejected from it. Ella was his Mistress but Hope had taken him further down, he looked up the delicious crevice of her ass and saw the redhead holding her chin high and smiling contentedly, her asshole licked clean of shit by a totally dominated male. Gray was close to coming at being reduced so, and yearned to be thrashed by her. He would not be disappointed. There was a youthful giggle as Kate appeared at the door, hand over her crotch and knees together.

"I hope he's cleaned you satisfactorily; I'm bursting." Hope smiled curtly at her ginger understudy, and reluctantly pulled her soft white globes away from an equally disappointed Gray. His cock stayed rigid though, as the spiteful young harpie showed him her fresh young cunt, she looked up to Hope who stood with the cane she now itched to use.

"Oh Hope, can I not just piss on him? I would so love to do so." Hope was a stickler for discipline, and though the notion would provide a pleasing spectacle, she was determined he should learn routine.

"Mistress Kate! You may piss on him at your leisure when you have him at Mistress Ella's; he will learn toilet etiquette while he is here." Gray's cock boned as he watched the delicious ginger cunt explode it's load of hot piss and imagined laying underneath it's hot golden shower. He duly lapped as the bitchy teenager smiled and prepared her bowels. Her shit was not anything as delicate as the perfect discharge performed by her tutor, but Gray's balls tingled as submissively as they had for Hope when he debased himself at her tight and flavoured anus.

Hope passed him a glass of antiseptic mouthwash and supervised him over the bath as he washed his face also. As he turned on his knees after drying his face, hope smiled down on him flexing her cane, and pointed through the open door to the bed.

"You did not thank either of us for allowing you the pleasure of cleansing us; you shall have six strokes." The sneering Kate took his leash to pull him toward the bed, but he needed no encouragement; his cock rubbed the sheets gratefully as his eyes watered with the pain of the stinging rattan, he yearned to be allowed to cum very shortly while the memory of licking the excrement from her anus was fresh in his mind.

Suitably chastised, Gray was washed and his eyes were made to water further when the ass plug given him by Mistress Ella was exchanged for one of a larger girth; Gray's cock pointed rigid as he knelt naked in front of the two redheads, the stern Matron, and several trainee dominant staff girls while the plug was applied. 

Hope would have him reminded of his new position when he visited the shop which was once his, and he was introduced to the new female owners. The staff girls were encouraged to grip his dangling balls and inspect how a butt plug should be fitted correctly, the benefits were discussed as the humiliated Gray listened; how the stretching of the anus was not simply uncomfortable for the male, it created an artificial and perpetual notion of mild fear which reminded the wearer of his ownership. 

As the girls smiled with pleasure on squeezing his balls and feeling how tightly inserted the plug was, they were also informed on how the device of female ownership also controlled that most masculine body part; the prostrate, and how the plug massaged it, ensuring his little cock would erect and help the male enjoy his submission. It was noted that the plug served its best when used in conjunction with a penis cage, as this held the attempted erection captive; a further sweet reminder to the male that he would function only at his Mistress's pleasure.

The girls sneered with pleasure as they toyed with his balls, and were a little disappointed when his cock was not caged and he was dressed in lightweight trousers with no underwear; he would travel in public to the drapery shop he once owned, and his erect cock would show prominently whenever he was stimulated by his stern female companions; he would endure much humiliation as all who saw them would guess he was under their charge.

Gray's humiliation began before they ventured from the charity's premises in Lancing Street; the ladies took him into the staff refectory to breakfast, where he was sat centrally and the women of the institute took turns to spoon feed him like a child. Instantly recognised as their employer's personal pet, they took much pleasure in taunting him by advising him of the ways in which they would personally dominate him; he was led from the room amid laughter with his cock boning tent-like in his loose cloth trousers, with matching oatmeal coloured short jacket. 

He, like his cock, would stick out like a sore thumb amid the greys and blacks of the Victorian public. His two stern mistresses in tightly corested jet black outfits, their firm breasts lifted prominently and their red hair in large buns, would attract the attention of male and female alike; the natural authority that radiated from both and the fact that he walked behind them like a juvenile, would leave the public in no doubt that he was in their charge. The thin black cane that Hope carried, to all intents and purposes an aid to walking, was all to easily imagined as to its true purpose; an aid to chastisement. This final token to her outfit would have the cocks rising among the male members of the public who viewed them.

Hope smirked and then adopted her pose of natural feminine authority as they left the confines of Ward D, her ginger understudy careful to mirror the pose of her tutor, a pose to which she was already generally assuming as a member of the dominant gender, though one which still needed to be expressed when in the public domain of predominantly male ruled society. Gray felt over exposed as he followed obediently out into the open London streets; Hope using the distance between Lancing Street and Agar Street to maximum advantage by travelling on foot to the Euston Road to hail a cab, rather than cut across to the station entrance; here the bustle of the passing masses could enjoy the spectacle. 

The cold sweat that Gray felt due to his general appearance, was intensified by the personal issue of his protruding cock which poked erect in the loose fabric, much to the delight of Kate, who glanced backward occasionally to ensure their charge kept within two steps behind thus confirming their association. Even if Gray could erase the thought of the service he had provided both the proud asses he now watched jostle before him, the caress of the tight plug on his prostate was delightfully incessant; his cock showed its appreciation automatically and Gray felt a perverse pleasure as he basked in the humiliation.

A multitude of sneers and smiles greeted the spectacle of a man walking obediently behind two obviously confident women, his bulge providing confirmation of the acceptance and enjoyment of that position. He may as well of had a sign about his neck which read that women owned him. After enduring scores of scornful and often excited looks from males, and delighted looks from many females, Gray was relieved as they stepped up to a cab. Hope sneered down at Gray who squirmed in an effort to conceal his erection, and then faced the cabby with a broad smile.

"Take us to the junction of Aldwych and The Strand, it's a fine morning and a brisk walk down The Strand to Agar Street will be most invigorating." The cabby's cock twitched as he took in the rich authority of Hope's voice, and noted the absolute silence from the demure and obviously subservient male who showed his pleasure of that authority. The warm sun blinked through the gaps in the buildings as the cab clattered toward Aldwych, Hope and Kate now nicely aroused as they enjoyed displaying their ownership of Gray in public. Hope teased the bulge that Gray displayed in confirming his enforced pleasure with her cane.

"I shall so enjoy watching you humble yourself before the ladies who now own your shop, I know that they are looking forward to having you thank them for taking control of your business; they and Mistress Ella have made some exciting changes which I know you will appreciate." The cab jolted to a halt and they disembarked onto the busy clatter of The Strand, the noise of horse-drawn omnibuses replacing the plaintive sound of steam transport at Euston, the populace twice as evident. 

Gray endured his walk to Agar Street with the ladies strutting before him, it seemed to him as though half the population of London were now aware of his submission to the fairer sex; countless couples, arm in arm, scoffed openly at his submissive body language. Inwardly, cocks and cunts alike, tingled with envious pleasure with many of them as they fantasised about trading places with their respective genders.

Gray was part relieved and partly disappointed when the trio at last entered his old drapery shop on Agar Street; the public humiliation which kept his cock poking had been intense, but the disgrace of so many members of the public witnessing his position, and the enjoyment of it, was absurdly divine. 

The outside of the shop had changed little, and Gray swallowed hard as he was led in. Once inside he noted it was busier than it had been, and the clientele were all female; he blushed as a mature woman he recognised as a Mrs Brownlea who had been a regular when he was owner, gave him a wry smile as he was led through to greet the new owners. Her mature cunt bulged with pleasure as she witnessed his position now.

Gray noticed that there was now a corridor at the rear of the shop, close to the serving counter where two stern females stood where he once had so often. Hope smiled at the two women who smiled contemptuously at Gray before clicking their fingers at a female assistant who also grinned at Gray before relieving their position at the counter; the trio then following the two prim women down the corridor so anonymous to Gray. 

Another smiling female assistant left a chair placed by a large door round a right angle in the corridor and unlocked it. Gray was astounded as he entered an addition to the shop, filled with costumes and presently visited by some of the women he had become acquainted with. Kate turned and rubbed his bulge.

"This is the new 'Club Members Salon', Mistress Ella loves it and will be here shortly to take you back, but first you'll show your gratitude to the new owners." Gray was even more astounded as the seemingly homely Mrs Brownlea followed them into this new domain. She licked her lips and watched with interest as the sheepish Gray was ushered toward the two stern women. Dulcie Harper picked a cane from a selection and pointed to her feet; about five feet eight, delightfully curved hips and large breasts, her sharp facial features oozed dominance from behind a pair of glasses Beneath brunette hair in a bun. 

Fiona Blackford was equally severe; she too aged about 40, though slender in shape with blonde hair, her high cheek-bones prominent as a wicked smile drew across her face when she picked her cane. Hope advised that he would address them as Mistress Dulcie and Mistress Fiona, and Gray was about to drop at the feet of the first when the stern woman announced her pleasure.

"We'll have those clothes off first! I want your introduction to be as I would expect becoming of a serving male in my shop." The women chuckled as Gray eagerly stripped and exposed his stiff cock for their inspection. As he bent at her feet, his anus clenching at the plug in submission, Fiona buckled a shop collar about his neck and attached a leash; a small brass plate with the engraving 'Comforter' decorated the collar.

The nipples of the watching women poked hard as the naked male was treated to a swift stroke of the cane from Dulcie, her nipples expressing themselves nicely too, in her tight black silk blouse.

"You'll thank the two of us for relieving you of your miserable business, and then you'll be shown your new place whenever you enter our shop." Mrs Brownlea's cunt tingled and moistened nicely as she was fully aware of a Comforter's position. Gray's cock dribbled with submissive pleasure as he felt the collar buckled tight and prepared to enjoy the humiliation of thanking two women for usurping him.

His ass stung with the harsh application of the cane as he kissed the feet of both women, the others grinning at his submission.

"Thank you Mistress Dulcie and Mistress Fiona for taking my business from me and improving it so." The women tittered at his improvisation, and the genuine tone of his statement was felt by them; Gray was genuinely excited at what little he had seen so far; making use of the materials in his drapery to make off-the-peg outfits for dominant women and their slaves was something he would have loved to have had the audacity to do so himself. 

His cheeks felt the sting of the cane again and his leash was passed to Mrs Brownlea, who beamed with pleasure, Fiona now continuing as he was walked into the main body of the costume and accessories shop.

"As a customer undoubtedly in need of comfort prior to her making a choice or simply browsing our selection, Mrs Brownlea will have the initial pleasure of introducing you to your new role in our shop whenever you attend." Gray's cock boned as he then saw several black couches in one area, female customers relaxing on them while others browsed the costumes, those on the couches being attended to by naked males on leashes like he; a couple he recognised from functions at Ella's, chosen to serve. 

The women smirked as Mrs Brownlea led her Comforter to a couch and lifted her skirt. Gray's balls tingled as the delicious scent of her arousal greeted his nostrils, he was amazed to see she had absolutely no underwear beneath her long skirt, her moist and inviting cunt was ready for attention. She smiled at Gray and nodded her accession.

"I so love to air my cunt on my visits here, it is such a thrill to feel my thighs rub together in the juices as I walk in public, and then have it licked clean when I arrive here, by one such as you. Oh Gray you naughty man! If only you had confessed your submission too me at an earlier stage. All those years I would willingly have dominated you over! Well, you shall know my dominance now. Lick me clean, and become familiar with the clitoris you may have been introduced to long ago." 

She tugged the leash to emphasise her command, and Gray willingly lapped at the sweet essences of a woman who he would never have dreamed would now have him leashed and at her service. The new owners smiled and undid their skirts as they watched him service their customer; when she had been satisfied they would have the pleasure of thrashing him before the entire staff; making his former and present position known to all. 

He would know sweet humiliation and spend under their canes.



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 10



Gray was aware of other females gathering as he lapped so willingly at Madam Brownlea's moist arousal while she sighed and held his head close to her sex. His humiliation was brought to a peak as he thought about exactly where he was; though many of the features had changed this was where he had been master over all who had resided there. Now, in this masculine dominated world, he was reduced to a slave to all women; his cock jutted rigid as his mind went back to when he first saw Ella's spurs beneath that dress, he had given up all he had owned to her and had pledged his very soul in submission, his anus tingled and his defeat seemed to transmit his admission through to the plump Mrs Brownlea who lifted her legs and moaned the superiority of her dominance in a glorious orgasm, the gathering women applauding the slave's service to her as her wet cunt was pressed hard against his willing mouth and aching tongue. He had lost everything, yet gained a life of wicked and permanent servility.

Dulcie Harper and Fiona Blackford were now Mistresses of the drapery; as the satisfied Mrs Brownlea eased away and regained her womanly posture, he saw the two standing foremost amongst the crowd of grinning shop girls and eminent female customers; both had removed their long skirts and stood in firm boned corsets which displayed their feminine shapes to the extreme. The canes they carried gave the promise of severe pain and the inevitable relief of his balls in humiliation, which would delight the girls who watched. There was then further applause and the women turned to one side, Mistress Ella had arrived to witness Gray's humiliation at the place where he had been consumed and led to absolute submission to her. 

She grinned with pleasure at the warmth of her reception, the women all aware of their heady state of freedom, control, and dominance over males being inspired by her. Resplendent in jet black satins which complemented her soft white skin and burning red hair, she looked Gray in the eye as she swung a studded leather collar on a silver chain, then undid a button on her long skirt and let it drop to the floor. Gray was close to delivering his mess to the couch he lay helpless on as he viewed her magnificent thighs, legs, and the very spurred boots which had confirmed his surrender to her. He strode toward him and had him kneel obediently as she fastened the new collar about his neck, the women enjoying seeing his cock jutting upright and erect, expressing his excitement of his position; he truly was a submissive cur. Ella sneered with satisfaction as she pulled the chain tight; though she viewed him with some affection in private it would not do to let other women see that she showed any hint of mercy toward him.

'There! Now you are almost ready to play your part in the official grand opening ceremony of the revised Gray's Drapery. It will retain its former name as the front outlet has a worthy reputation; it was that which brought me here, and the the new owners will delight in telling those women privy to the new rear outlet just how the shop came by its name, and what became of its owner. As your services will be required here on occasion, you will have the pleasure of telling them yourself.' Gray's balls tingled as he thought of how sweet a humiliation that would be, and the women applauded and concurred their approval as they looked on at the naked defeated male with utter contempt, thoroughly enjoying his reduction. Ella smiled victoriously down at him.

'You will now be shown your position by the shop's new owners who also own you in partnership with me; the old order will be thrashed from you, and your balls will signify commencement of the new, and strictly feminine, order.' Gray's cock boned as he was overwhelmed by a flurry of laughing and sneering women, he was tugged by the chain to a centrally position flat padded couch and laid with his arse exposed invitingly. His Mistress stood with her arms folded as the new owners of his shop and the entire female staff waited eagerly for their turn to thrash him. The girls were in their element, taking the lead from the shop's new Mistresses in freeing themselves from their heavy and cumbersome skirts; Gray's balls tingled in a submissive heaven as the scent of the plethora of freshly aired cunts, each in a varying state of excitement previously hidden by heavy fabric, now permeated the room with their delicious feminine arousal. 

That arousal was accentuated by their new-found freedom from the enforced masculine enslavement of the outside world, the ever growing haven of feminine domination hat was now their world brought out their haughty egos; Ella's new order meant they would truly relish venting their ire on any male, and Gray would receive that spite. The plump Dulcie sneered viciously as she began his punishment, her cunt creating an honest wet patch around the crutch of her underwear as it tingled with pleasure with her sharp application of the cane. The wicked smiles of satisfaction beamed from the women and girls alike as Gray bucked under the stinging pain as he was shown his place; his frequently tortured flesh revealing the fresh stripes she gave him, though now no stranger from this method of punishment he was far from immune to it, and was quickly reduced to tears as the song of the rattan cut the air and then his buttocks. Fiona followed Dulcie as new co-owner, affirming the ex-owner's position with her stinging applications and making Gray writhe for the pleasure of the females; as she striped his cheeks and thighs her cunt swelled with pleasure as she thought of leading him leashed before the wealthy customers who had known him before. 

Gray had similar submissive thoughts and the idea alongside the pain and present humiliation ensured he would disgrace himself sooner rather than later. His look of submission through watery eyes on humping the couch under each cane was not lost on Ella; as she enjoyed the show she spiced up the entertainment.

'A full outfit free of charge to the girl who makes him surrender his balls!' The eager shopgirls now stepped up their deliveries; poor Gray was now shown no mercy whatsoever, not that he had been graced with any by his prior punishers. He howled openly as the younger spiteful girls indulged their newly acquired dominance over males, their erotically charged fervour boosted as they watched the flesh of his tortured cheeks wrap about the cane with each blow, making their cunts tingle with pleasure. A particularly vindictive girl who had been led a life of near slavery by former male employers, brushed her long auburn hair back over one shoulder as she stepped up, the crotch of her white bloomers tight in the crevice of her sex and pert bottom. She sneered with contempt at the quivering male as her slender milky white arm was lifted and then brought swiftly down in quick succession, her grinning eyes meeting with Gray's as he tensed and squirmed with each painful impact of the rod. Her pleasure was too much for Gray; being thrashed by girls still in their late teens while his Mistress watched, brought out the most carnal sense of submission, this young girl's spite gave him a delicious feeling of absolute defeat and his cock and balls announced the tingle of homage to her dominance.

She laughed wickedly as Gray's howls turned to ecstatic grunts and groans as the semen was caned from him; Ella and the other females applauded wildly as the young maiden thrashed Gray throughout his tortured but deeply satisfying orgasm, looking at the girl in utter submission while he spent liberally and she looked back victoriously, unrelenting with her application of the cane. 
Dulcie took the delighted girl to view the risque outfits on display, Ella watching with interest; the young girl would get on well with Kate, and a position at her house would give the promising girl a chance to wear her outfit other than privately.  Ella thought of several middle-aged males who would benefit from the dual attentions of two young redheads; not least one who was presently held at her residence.

Gray was pulled from the couch by Fiona and his sore arse was paraded around the newly refurbished premises while on all fours, and made to kiss the feet of the numerous shopgirls and abundant female clients as he went. His spent cock dribbled the evidence of his recent disgrace and confirmation of his submission to them; his cock was soon erect again as he enjoyed a a deep and thorough sense of submission when the closed sign was put up in the front shop and he was led naked through it, taunted by the dominant women. Where he had once been Master, his status was now less than a dog's; the women ensured he saw every aspect of the drapers from his new position, and he would have masturbated several times if his new owners had permitted.  Ella allowed him to thoroughly enjoy his humiliation before he was dressed in a loose top and leggings, and his leash handed to the excited girl resplendent in her new and very domineering outfit, through a side entrance to a waiting cab.  

Ella had Gray kneel between the legs of the girl, who was thrilled by the prospect of her promotion; her cunt tingled as Gray sniffed at it, she had heard many accounts of events at Ella's palatial residence from the women who had attended and had thought most of them to be fantasy. As she held the leash tight and the mature male sniffed eagerly and obediently at her sex she now knew those stories were unlikely to be fiction.  Ella gave her a broad smile.

'You are about to embark on a whole new chapter in your life Hattie; you have had but a small taste of what is to come at the drapers; I was most impressed with the way you demonstrated your natural supremacy over my pet, it was most enjoyable seeing him come for you the way he did; there is no better way to gauge the potential of a woman's dominance than by a submissive male showing his recognition of it.  See how he sniffs a you now; this is as much in awe of his defeat at your hands as it is sheer obedience, you will learn that from many males whilst your skills are refined at my house.'  Gray's thoughts echoed her words, his cock was rigid as he nosed the moist cunt through the black lace underwear she had chosen; he thought of how he had spent in superbly satisfying fashion, jetting his seed as he caught the dominance in her eyes, spending in utter submission to her.   He hoped she would have cause to cane him again.

Hattie proudly took Gray by the leash as she followed Ella through the front door, and she was delighted to see that Kate was there, the redheads gave each-other a knowing smile, Kate's pleasure at seeing Hattie there was obvious.

'I told you you'd find favour and find your way here; you deserve so much more than shop work.'  The subliminally dominant Hope was also pleased to see Ella bring in a fresh young domme, brimming with spite for the male sex, she too looked knowingly at Ella, today was a good day;  the girl would witness a male being made an example of in a pleasingly special way.  Gray was made to strip naked, now back in the confines of Bodicea House, and Hattie was given the honour of retaining his leash as they followed Ella and Hope through to one of the larger lounges.  Within, a middle-aged male was being subdued with a whip by the severe Constance Templar who wore a small mask and no more than her basic underwear and watched by two masked women, as he knelt cowering with wrists and ankles tied, naked and his cock poking up in a state of enforced yet growing excitement.  He was anchored by his bound wrists to an ornate pole which doubled as a drinks stand, and faced a coffin-like box which was placed so that he knew it was not just there for decoration.  

The two women who were in a similar state of undress and also took turns with the whip under the tutorage of Constance, one plump and one much younger and leaner, smiled with pleasure as the male emitted muffled cries through a gag as each lash bit home.  His cock erected fully when he felt the presence of the arriving audience, not least on feeling that of the supremely dominant Hope about whom on he had been taunted on what he could expect. Gray's young charge stood with mouth agape, her cunt tingling, as the masked women thrashed the male mercilessly. He sagged at the pole when their pleasure was interrupted.  Ella gave the male a look of utter contempt, then explained the situation to Hattie as Hope stood over the male, giving her approval to the women with respect to their marking of the male. Ella held out her hands to greet the two women and Constance who all smiled broadly from below their masks. She introduced the plump and obviously very pleased woman.

'This is Mrs Penelope Minter and her housemaid Lorna; the cur at the pole is Mr Minter.  Mrs Minter is soon to become a 'widow'; she has had enough of her husband in his present state and he has recently re-written his last will and testament.  He refused at first but after the threat of castration he gratefully obliged.  Mr Minter used to beat Penelope frequently and abused the maids of their household.  She came upon our society by chance and Lucy here was installed as a maid, fresh from Arachne House.  She indulged Minter and brought out the submissive side so often latent within wife-beaters, and the trap was set.  Engaged in an erotic situation whereby he was trussed by Lucy, Mrs Minter had the pleasure of seeing him that way and telling him that she was going to have him changed forever; he struggled with the concept of course, especially when he was being transported here by our staff, and Hope has much work to do.  We single out wife-beaters and rapists for special treatment, and Minter will receive the full benefit of it.'  

Mrs Minter was rejuvenated by the situation, and was now beginning to thoroughly enjoy the freedom she deserved, she smiled on viewing Gray as he knelt obediently.

'I cannot thank you enough Ella, I could never have dreamed of the pleasure it has given me in taking part in the process; allowing me to use the applicator in ringing his balls with the mark of a wife-beater was such a thrill.  Knowing the ring about his scrotum will ensure all will know his crime and will treat him justly gives me so much pleasure; he will remember who put it there whenever it brings him the necessary chastisement it advertises to the women he will enjoy the company of at your establishment.  To see him behave as does your pet will be the ultimate thrill; I want him to be absolutely subservient when he returns as houseboy, permanently hooded of course!'   Gray's cock pulsed at her last utterance, as did his leash holder's youthful and increasingly excited cunt.  Ella grinned as she turned to Hattie.

'The box he faces will act as a coffin you see; Minter will be interned in it and will travel on the back of an open cart atop other boxes to Arachne house, no luxury of a cab, he will know constant humiliation and this gesture is merely the beginning. He travels in a coffin because the Minter he was is as good as dead and Mrs Minter will enjoy much luxury now that he has been forced to change his will and leave every last penny and piece of property to her.'  She grinned wickedly as she watched Hope caress the kneeling Minter with her crop, making his cock bone in anticipation of the punishments that awaited him.

'Minter will be permanently hooded on his return to his rightful owner when broken completely by Hope's ruthless treatments because he will be dead to society; as he travels in the coffin to Arachne house this night, his clothes and some recognisable identity will travel in the opposite direction to Waterloo  Bridge, a notorious spot for suicides.  Mrs Minter will have the pleasure of saying her temporary goodbye to him at Arachne House a day or so later, by showing him a newspaper announcing he has taken his own life.'  Mrs Minter's face wore a broad and very wicked grin.

'It will give me the utmost pleasure in seeing his face as he reads that he no longer exists; I shall be glad to wear the most risque of outfits when I attend, and may borrow one of Ella's more attractive submissive males to accompany me. I will have him know that I will enjoy the services of a male in the way that a woman ought to as I spend his wealth.  He will know that he will return when satisfactorily crushed and obedient, permanently hooded so that I do not have to look on his face, and even those privy to my former life will not know him, except when I choose to humiliate.  His position will be to serve absolutely, and I shall delight in having him watch as I am serviced by the many males I intend to enjoy.'  Hattie's cunt oozed as she listened; she pulled Gray's nose to it oh so automatically as she enthused.

'Will you castrate him? I have heard the girls talk of it, and would so love to see a man reduced that way.'  The women giggled, warming to her enthusiasm and the way she so naturally dominated Gray. Mrs Minter was so pleased at hearing that the deliciously spiteful redhead would love to see her husband's balls cut from him.

'I thought it would be a good idea at first, but Ella has talked me out of it; you see, there is no greater a torture for a man than to see others use theirs while he remains denied, a slave to his own balls. He will be constantly erect as he watches me pleasured; I intend to allow him  to kneel at my feet once a month and beg to masturbate in my honour while my maids watch.  I shall invite you to come and watch the spectacle when the time comes. I should love to see a young girl like you dominate him too.'  The women's attention was then drawn to the appearance of Faith Davenport and  two more maids; she was resplendent in riding gear, a nice horsewhip at the ready.  She smiled at the tethered  wife-beater and gave him a cursory taste of its coaxing power, making him writhe. She grinned at Ella.

'I do so love these occasions when a special delivery is in order, I shall ensure his trip is not a dull one and that we are noticed; no-one may know he is there but he will enjoy his last views of society before transformation.' Ella's dominant friend looked every inch the female funeral director in her long black riding skirt , black jacket and hat with black veil; she would certainly draw attention to the cart as she drove it through the cobbled streets; the sides of the 'coffin' had white lace panels along its length, allowing its bound and gagged occupant a view of all passing without those viewing the outside the ability to see the captive within.  Ella grinned.

'It is time for Minter to begin his journey to descent, reduction, and the severest methods of domination.  Mrs Minter, please provide your late husband with one final reminder of what he is to face, then we shall have him trussed and boxed.' The women watched with delight as the formerly timid and beaten woman strutted over and unfurled the whip, sending its cruel and biting lash to kiss the bare flesh of the  soon to be broken male. They looked on with pleasure as the widow-to-be applied the lash with gusto and with deep satisfaction. Tethered and helpless, with Hope standing dominantly to the front of him, his cock stood firmly erect as she enjoyed his grimaces; he was unable to tame the submissive urges that grew with every moment, kneeling naked before very superior women as he was whipped. 

His defiance returned when the lash ceased, trying vainly to stop the maids applying further bonds to his body in preparation for the journey, he wriggled and had to be subdued by the women.  Hope sneered wickedly, pleased with his efforts which showed he would challenge her ruthless authority, if only to begin with.  She looked at him with a contented but sincere gaze as his writhing body was lowered into the box for transportation by four of the women.




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'I am so glad he has chosen to show his dissent, I do so love it when they show their arrogance in the face of the inevitable. I shall thoroughly enjoy breaking his spirit completely, it will be my pleasure to see him thrashed to total submission.'  These were the last words Minter heard as he was laid face down in the box, the words ensured his cock remained rigid be!ow him as the lid was slammed shut.  As he writhed his cock rubbed furiously against the padding in the base of the box, stimulating him to near orgasm as he tested his tight bonds and grunted through the gag; he now knew his fate was as sealed as the coffin he was in. His anus tingled with fear and he felt a growing resignation as the women lifted the box, taking it through a double door and sliding it onto the top of several other boxes on a cart, the strange comfort of the bondage made him know he would spend in submission during the journey. 

He glanced through a lace panel and saw Hope ascend an awaiting cab; his perverse mind made his balls tingle with erotic anticipation at the thought of her promise, he would be broken by her, and as he watched the shapely form of the sternly confident redhead climb into the transport his cock pulsed in trepidation, yet yearning to know her domination.

Gray had been led out into the courtyard and boasted a full erection as he took in the eagerness of the women, his cock twitching in desperate need of masturbation on viewing the splendour that was Faith Davenport in black riding gear; the haughty woman's full breasts expressing her supreme femininity as they jutted in the tight black jacket, cracking the horsewhip as she mounted the cart; he had always bent to the dominance of women and envied the position of the man in the box, not so naturally submissive, his passage to the realisation of feminine superiority would be a sweet experience. Gray knew the hooded male who would no doubt be displayed by his 'widow' when Hope had completed her satisfying task would be a shell of the proud male he had seen, cowering and totally obedient to any member of the superior sex.

Minter jerked in the box as it began to trundle, he saw one of the maids smile wickedly in his direction, waving the trousers he had been wearing when captured in flagrante delecto with the maid who had lured the submissive streak from him, she stuffed them into a bag; he assumed they would be taken to his destination.  He would learn the cruel truth in a couple of days.  He left Bodicea House with Ella and the maids smiling with satisfaction and could not help but notice Gray kneeling in obedience and leashed by the youthful redhead; he now knew just what level he would be reduced to.

Ella looked down at Gray and was very pleased to see that the spectacle had left him in a healthy state of submissive excitement.  She grinned at Mrs Minter and Hattie who was also thrilled by the way Minter had been dominated.

'Would the two of you like to see the level of control and humiliating debasement the late Mr Minter will be reduced to?'  The two nodded eagerly and looked down at Gray.

'You may masturbate for the ladies now Gray; I want them to see how readily you disgrace yourself.'  They laughed as Gray made no hesitation in stroking his cock at Hattie's feet; both were enthralled, Mrs Minter had certainly never seen a male abuse himself, and though Hattie had seen the comforters at the shop do so for older women, she had never had the joy of one humiliating himself just for her.  As he began to moan, Ella increased his enjoyment.

'Of course, Mrs Minter and I will have the pleasure of seeing Hattie cane you for your rudeness.'   Both women gasped as he looked up to the spiteful redhead and shot his meagre offering of cream in honour of the dominatrix-to-be for a second time; he would relish being humiliated by the youthful woman before his Mistress and another. Though he had shot his mess shortly before, his ecstasy was not reduced by any measure as he spent liberally and thought of her prowess with the cane.

Minter was treated to a similar level of ecstasy in a way he could never have dreamed, as Faith drove the cart through some of the more upmarket areas on the way to Arachne house; Gray wriggled and squirmed in his confinement as he watched the passing of society people in their expensive regalia, something he knew he would never be part of again. Faith ensured they turned and looked by liberal use of the whip, the sound of which ensured Minter spent his seed deliriously, knowing he would soon know more than its sound.

Later on in the dank darkness above the river Thames, a girl ran down from the looming span of Waterloo Bridge toward a policeman.

'I saw a man... he stripped naked... then jumped into the water!'  The policeman ran toward the centre of the bridge and found a pile of clothing; he turned his torch toward the swirling brown torrent and shrugged his shoulders.  He looked back and the girl had disappeared.



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Gray's cock returned to a full erection despite having already indulged in the luxury of two ejaculations earlier in the day as he was pulled naked over a chair, his ankles bound to the rear legs, his wrists to the front ones. He would receive the cane from the young ginger Hattie while Ella, Constance, and Penelope Minter and the maid Lorna looked on enthusiastically. Having been relieved of the husband she knew forever, knowing that the man she received back would be an unrecognisable and cowering slave, she was warming nicely to the feminine company she now kept, company which had no need for males other than for the service and pleasure they could offer. 

Her cunt tingled sweetly as she sat back and watched Gray do exactly as he was told without question; he had stripped completely naked without expressing any shame about the healthy erection he displayed, this was the expected norm for a male about to be chastised, and had bent over the chair obediently while he was strapped to it. He would now be caned by a ginger girl, just for their pleasure. 

Ella lifted her chin as she looked on at her new household member with growing pride, Hattie viewing Gray's bare inviting arse as she flexed the cane, her nipples poking like buttons through the fabric of her frock as she sneered spitefully, impatient to thrash him again and please both herself and her Mistress. Ella put her hand on Mrs. Minter's knee and smiled at her before addressing Hattie.

'You may cane him now Hattie, ensure he knows better than to be so rude next time.' Penelope was astounded at Ella's nonchalant indifference as the spiteful girl showed Gray who was the superior in swiping his arse so vigorously, his groans as the stinging cane bit home made her cunt tingle and she could not keep her eyes from the spectacle. Ella however, turned and engaged Constance, Lorna, and then her in conversation.

'Gray does not really require such chastisement, but he enjoys it as much as Hattie is enjoying dominating him. You can expect your ex-husband to be equally obedient and just as eager to be punished and humiliated before an audience when he returns as your houseboy. Oh, I understand you have an ambition to act, I would love to have you join our thespian group; it will give me even more scope to introduce you to males who will suit your new lifestyle, none of us are very good, but we enjoy it immensely; it's a way of flaunting our freedom before males who are yet to see the light.' Penelope was thrilled, she had covertly joined such a group before, and Minter had beaten her when he found out what she had been doing; his opinion was that all actresses were sluts and prostitutes, he would not allow her to have anything to do with it.

'I'd be delighted! Thank you so much.' Her eyes went back to Gray and she smiled curtly as she noticed his cock was as stiff as it could get, poking rudely through the slats in the chair back, the pleasure of being humiliated by a young girl overriding the pain he endured. Penelope's cunt tingled as she thought of how excited the girl must be also. She blushed a little then turned to Ella.

'Will she enjoy his relief after he's punished? He certainly looks 'penitent' ' Ella laughed at her gentle euphemism.

'Of course, and he will please her too; a woman should always thoroughly enjoy her sexual domination, he will show her to her new room where he'll give his thanks in full. I can see it's going to be a great deal of fun introducing you to our ways!'. Her 'late' husband's comforts would be somewhat harsher.

Minter writhed in the sticky patch of his own creation, his cock firmly erect and with his anus tingling with fear, a strange anticipation as the coffin cart trundled into the rear courtyard of Arachne House. The gates were slammed shut behind it with a resounding clang, the sound bringing home his capture... by women; his cock boned as he thought of Hope and her severe promise. Faith moved the cart sideways on to the rear doors of the building, so as her captive could fully enjoy the moment as he was received for conversion to an obedient male. The doors opened and out stepped Hope in her tightly girdled black, whip in hand, accompanied by several stern matrons and eagerly grinning maids. Faith stepped down to greet her.

'We had a splendidly arduous journey, I managed to attract much attention in traversing cabs, carts and omnibuses along the way; he will have had a good final look at the society he was once a proud member of, my cunt is quite wet with the pleasure, I should love to have him lick it clean as a parting gesture.' Hope sneered as she looked at the coffin being lifted from the cart by the eager maids.

'You have certainly earned his thanks, and as a wife beater his treatment is to begin immediately. I too am anxious to have him take the scent of my arsehole before the feminisation kit is awarded him; I trust you will treat him to that fine whip, I expect he has messed several times in the box, partly due at least to the sound of it.' 

Minter writhed in his bonds in the coffin, his cock more than ready to shoot again as he took in their clearly audible conversation. The box was taken into a large room followed by the entourage of smiling and severe women. The lid was lifted and a terrified but equally excited Minter was greeted by the sight of a stern matron with a large syringe. Hope sneered as she gripped her whip tight, and turned to Faith who was ready for her indulgence at the captive's expense.

'Being a wife-beater there is much of the beast in him, this tranquiliser will subdue his remaining ire while it is beaten from him, but will not reduce his sensual appreciations of what is happening to him. It will in no way spoil our enjoyment of his treatment.' The women laughed as Minter squirmed and kicked in the box in a futile protest. He was held firm by the stern maids and they all took great pleasure in seeing him buck as the matron pierced his buttocks with the needle and slowly eased the the plunger down, thoroughly enjoying her moment in taking complete control of him. 

As he was lifted from the box he noticed that the women were all smiling and looking to the end of the room, encouraging his eyes to follow as he still struggled in futile fashion. His cock pulsed and boned hard as he saw a full woman's outfit with long wig on a dressmaker's stand. Hope's word 'feminisation' came back to him with a renewed terror now he had an idea of the shame he would be tormented with. The women were delighted with the look on his face, Hope in particular.

'Oh yes, the treatment for wife beaters is severe both physically and psychologically; we'll have you out on the street as a woman within the hour, but first you'll have a delightful introduction to your physical treatment.' The matron increased his humiliation as he was lifted clear from the box. She crossed her arms in haughty fashion.

'See the mess he's made in the box; why! he must have shot the entire contents of his balls! I trust you'll teach him to control them Mistress Hope, or they shall have to come off.' Her dark humour was met with laughter all round, and further verbal torment from Hope.

'Immediate castration is reserved for rapists, our wife beater will retain his balls and become enslaved by them; I trust you have the rings and truss ready for his penile modification?, we'll soon have him ready to enjoy his view of life from a woman's perspective.' Minter writhed in a mixture of terror and sexual excitement, trying his best to fight the effects of the drug which he could now feel beginning to assail his senses, as he was laid down on a thin padded bench in full view of the divinely feminine costume. His attention was quickly diverted from it as both Hope and Faith stood close, undid their skirts to let them drop to the floor, and revealed that they both wore no underwear. His balls tingled at the glorious sight of two bold pairs of rounded hips, deliciously fleshy mature thighs, and the teasing slits of two nicely aroused and needy cunts. Faith grinned wickedly at Minter as she posed in the tight waisted black riding top and short black boots with ornate spurs which accentuated the full feminine shape of her naked lower body, horsewhip in hand.

'We'll have that gag off now. He'll taste my cunt and arsehole before he tastes my whip; I'll teach him for spending his seed at its sound, he'll know the pleasure of its feeling as a taste of what's to come.' The gleeful maids held his legs and arms on the narrow bench while face up, and a stern matron removed his gag. Minter tried to utter something now his mouth was free, he was not sure whether to curse or beg the mercy of the women, such was the effect of the drug, but either way no sound came out. He would have had little time anyway; Faith straddled him and his cock stood like a flagpole as he viewed the delicious sight of the copious quantity of flesh, a wet cunt and hot brown arsehole descending gracefully to meet his senses of smell and taste. Faith gave his nose and mouth a good sample of her arousal and anal scent which had built up nicely as she rode the coffin cart to its destination, rubbing herself back and forth and making Minter gasp and splutter as her juices flowed. She settled forward and rubbed her clitoris with her pucker planted firmly over his mouth.

'I'll have that tongue up my arsehole now, then you shall know the whip.' Minter grappled with his own mind in an effort to disobey, but found his tongue jutting eagerly into the hot spice of the mature woman's anus, his cock throbbing with a strange perverse pleasure as he submitted to her domination. He also ceased to wriggle, overcome by a combination of the drug and pure feminine authority. Faith lifted her head and sighed with satisfaction as she indulged in a lush orgasm, prompted by the thrusting tongue and the promise of whipping its owner. She dismounted, only partially sated.

'Turn him!' The maids slipped and rolled the messy faced Minter on to his front. Still bound, he now felt the first sweet pleasures of true submission as his cock pulsed below him and the mature woman thrashed him soundly with the horsewhip. As the keen sound of the lash and the ripple of his flesh with each cut filled the room, his bleary eyes caught the sight of the maids and matrons bustling as he bucked in pain, carrying in bowls and towels, one with a tray. Faith grinned with pleasure as she delivered the final stroke, leaving him quivering as the pain radiated through his red buttocks, but making no further attempt to struggle against his bonds. The whipping had brought him close to delivering his seed but he was denied; Hope would have the pleasure of bringing it from him before his spiteful captors. The redhead rubbed her slit as she announced the next step in his preparation. 

'Untie him and prepare his flesh for costume.' Minter now made no effort to protest as the army of stern maids in black assailed his body, releasing his bonds and setting about him with scissors and razors on lathering his entire body; they giggled and sneered as his head and body were quickly stripped of the burden of bodily and facial hair. His head was clipped close with scissors then shaven, even his eyebrows were swiftly reduced to a fine line, his cock boned rudely as the gentle hands delighted in holding it firm as his genitals were razored smooth along with chest, buttocks, arms and legs in a swift and practiced operation by the maids. A strange pleasure enveloped his senses as he slipped smooth in the soapy lubrication on the padded bench. Towelled down, he was now ready to come for the first time before the women who would reduce him to the slave required by his wife and all women.

Hope moved to the head of the bench as he lay face down, he felt her warmth and could smell her delicate feminine scent.

'Thank you ladies. He looks every inch the corpse he has officially become, now we shall begin his resurrection.' As Minter's face was lifted to greet the spice of Hope's arousal, two maids each with a hand beneath his smoothly shaven chin, his mind rankled with the 'corpse' description; true he had been brought here in a coffin, but he knew the women were not to dispose of him, what could she mean? Hope put her hand behind his freshly shaven head as she took his nose into the wet cleft of her ginger cunt, allowing him a good sniff in preparation for his whipping; he would become very familiar with the scent of her sex whilst being processed. As his cock boned below him, stimulated by the spice of the dominant woman who was to break his spirit, he heard movement behind her. She released his head but the maids held his chin up as she moved aside.

His already boning cock was close to shooting as his eyes were greeted by two tightly corseted matrons in black, each holding surgical trays. The sneering women stood either side of the dressmaker's stand which displayed the outfit he was doomed to wear. The inanimate dress dolly seemed to have a presence of its own, the purple bodice and long silky skirt somehow mocking its prospective wearer. The grinning maids held his chin firm and high as Hope thrashed his smooth buttocks with the whip, the two haughty matrons meeting his bewildered looks with eyes that showed nothing but contempt, and their eagerness to play their part in taking him further down. The stinging pain of Hope's whip soon melted into a divine pleasure, enhanced by the drug and a growing sense of defeat and submission he could no longer fight; the dominant redhead had delivered no more than seven or eight strokes when his cock and balls began to tingle deliciously.

Minter felt a pleasure the level of which he had never experienced before as his smooth torso sucked at the padded bench while he squirmed and moaned under the whip, his cock pulsing in ecstasy as he was forcibly made to view the stern matrons and the looming dolly, the hot seed bursting from his rigid cock in plentiful spurts. The matrons grinned with satisfaction as his face contorted with the divine luxury of his orgasm, which was extended and magnified as the maids applauded and jeered his spasms in surrendering the contents of his balls; the humiliating sound of their pleasure making him spend for what seemed to him to be an exquisite eternity. Beaten and drained of his seed, he was allowed no respite, two low tables were drawn up, the matrons placed the trays on one and Minter was pulled from the sticky patch on the bench and ordered to kneel before the other; he found himself doing so, meekly and without protest. Hope grinned wickedly as she lay her whip down.

'We must do this swiftly, he will be erect again in no time.' Minter had thought he would be prepared for anything, but the sight of what lay on the trays made his anus tingle with fear; a spiteful looking pair of piercing pliers in a glass of clear alcohol, two inch wide silver rings with a small gap; the ends capped with small silver balls, a short silver chain with small rings at each end and a monstrous object looking like the front end of a horse's cock with a half inch silver ring attached to its flat end. A belted leather thong with small pouch completed the ominous set of objects.

He was swiftly made to lean forward at the table, maids holding him firm, one holding his head so that he was forced to witness proceedings. His flaccid cock was drawn across the table and one of the sneering matrons took great pleasure in showing him the piercing tool. Her nipples poked proudly through the fabric of her tight top as she pulled his foreskin toward her, and with much emphasis and deliberation, smartly pierced his stretched foreskin in two places, leaving four holes either side of where it would slide past his bell end when erect. The women grinned with spiteful pleasure as he gasped at the surprisingly dull pain that each piercing awarded him. His face was held toward the table by the gleeful women as the silver balled rings were popped through the two holes, Minter now panting heavily. Hope smiled with satisfaction.

'We must be extra swift with the next application, else he'll erect and make it difficult.' The ring at one end of the chain was slipped over one of the rings located in his foreskin and the cock object was taken from the tray. Hope savoured the moment. 

'Bend over!' Minter did as he was told, his still flaccid and ringed cock trailing the small chain below him. The eager women all gathered close to enjoy the moment as hope fed the chain through the ring at the rear of the cock object and looped the chain's silver end ring over the other ring which pierced his foreskin. Minters cock began to swell on realising the object was an anal plug; he was terrified because the chain was so short. The maids took much pleasure in holding him firm as Hope eclipsed their pleasure in cruelly pulling his cock back under his crotch by the chain, squeezing his balls tight up against it, then forcing the plug deep into his anus. Minter gasped and cried in discomfort as the plug was pushed firmly home, the tight chain pulling his cock firmly under his crotch by the rings through his foreskin, his balls splayed by the captive cock up between his legs. The leather thong was slung below his crotch, the small pouch offering support to his balls, and looped through its belt at the back, the thin leather thong tight in the crack of his arse, ensuring the plug remained deep in his anus.

The women now bustled about him, as he fought to control the strange pleasure that the rude invader of his anus gave him, the fitting of a tight corset taking his mind from it momentarily as a stern matron put a boot to his back and heaved on the ties to reduce his waist most painfully, short boots were slipped on to his feet: at 5 feet 9 inches he was not a large man, but he would be a tall woman. Hope delighted in gagging him, she would not chance any protest in public, and the public would not know the tell-tale voice of a male. The matrons sneered with pleasure as the purple bodice was done up over the brazier with false breasts and the long flowing skirt was pulled up to greet it. A brunette wig was pulled upon his head, a little make up applied to his eyes, and a white masking veil was tied below his nose to cover the gag he now mumbled in utter shame through. A bonnet with a face covering chiffon veil was placed on his head, and he was shown to a full length mirror.

The women applauded again as Minter gasped at the shapely woman who looked back at him from the mirror; his cock bulged in an erection in its captive position, his bell-end sweetly teased by the rings through the foreskin, he new he was to be taken out in public as a woman, and would be in danger of shooting his load through the simple action of walking. Hope removed her black top.

'Well wife beater, now you shall enjoy the humiliation of being a woman in some of the less salubrious areas of London, I shall fetch some suitable clothing and a couple of friends who will know just where to take us.' She disappeared through a door and left the matrons and maids to parade him about, encouraging him to adopt a feminine posture; his mind swam in a turmoil as he was taunted, and found that the position of his cock and balls, aided by the tight intruder to his anus, made him adopt a feminine walk almost naturally. 

Hope returned adorned in a crimson outfit with rouged cheeks and scarlet lipstick, looking every inch a common street whore. With her were two similarly attired madams, one in black and gold, the other in a deep violet with pink trim; both were made up to a degree which would not be becoming of an upright Victorian lady, but obviously with the intention of attracting the male of the species. Hope smiled sternly as they grinned at Minter while the male was walked most reluctantly outside to a waiting cab, the team of matrons and maids clapping at the result of their efforts and drowning the sound of the grunts he made through the gag in protest. In just one hour, the wife beater had been delivered, whipped, modified, and transformed. He was aghast as the cab driver looked with leering eyes at all four women. 




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Hope pointed to the lady in black and gold first and then to the one in violet, who eagerly pulled the male up to the cab.

'This is Caroline Andrews and this is Polly Radley, both ladies are expert in the habitats of the huge industry in ladies of the night. They have infiltrated many illicit businesses and have captured many male pimps, bringing them back to us to begin a new life in their rightful place, and freeing the women they once owned to run their businesses as they please. It is always my pleasure to receive a pimp; I find that castration, as per general rapists, and transportation for use abroad as a slave to women in a harsher environment is often the most pleasing way to deal with them, though some are trained and returned intact to serve the women they once tormented, that is always so very satisfying. Today you will enjoy the general experiences of how a woman is viewed as an introduction to your treatment, and will be instrumental in securing another pimp for disposal.'



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Minter's cock bulged in its strange and tortured position, pulled between his legs and his bell-end teased by the foreskin rings as his gait was enforced to one which matched his feminine appearance. The three women taunted him mercilessly as he sat precariously on the cab seat, perched on the edge as each movement vibrated through his balls which he now half sat on, the anal plug jolting his prostate and ensuring his cock remained erect as he squirmed in humiliation. Caroline pulled her long skirt up and back, crossing her legs and showing him her stocking tops amongst the lacy internal frills of the dress, her ample thighs helping to promote his erection.

'Well wife-beater, your days of false supremacy are over now, your excursion with us today will have you view the world faced by many women and what you see on your return will make you realise just how lucky you've been, not that I think you deserve it.' Hope smiled and stroked the brunette wig, accentuating his humiliation; the action making him feel all the more effeminate. The rumbling of the cab on cobblestoned streets teasing his cock to the edge of orgasm as he clenched at the plug; his mind in a quandary as he tried to come to terms with the crushing exposure of being dressed as a woman, held captive by women, and the strange pleasure it gave him which he still vainly fought. Polly sneered and leaned forward from her position opposite and rubbed his thighs through the purple fabric of the dress.

'I know you'll want to come while wearing this outfit, it is going to be such a thrill for you when you walk among the people and witness our little operation. The removal of pimps and the turning over of the businesses they profit from to the women who own it anyway is always so pleasing, but not half as pleasing as the disposal of the male parasite.' The women laughed as Minter, the full effects of the tranquilising drug now wearing off, mumbled a pitiful protest into the gag in fear of the humiliation which was to follow, though his captive cock oozed pre-cum as it was perpetually teased below his body, and by the vibration of the cab. Even if he had the chance to escape, he could not run, and he did not want the authorities to see him this way; he could never live with the shame of being dressed as a woman, his body shaven and his manhood trussed in obedience.

As the cab made its way to the east of the city to continue Minters descent, his wife was being introduced to Ella's friends as she continued her ascent. She, along with Lorna, Grace, Agnes and Constance were thrilled to here Faith's account of how her husband had been cruelly trussed and then feminised, and of how he was at this moment being paraded around a brothel area, being used in the apprehension of a pimp. Hattie's excited face wore a broad grin as she enjoyed the women's casual and indifferent discussion of a male being controlled, humiliated and shown his place in a woman's world. She had been given charge of Gray and held his leash tight as she thrilled to the conversation; Gray listened intently too as he knelt at her feet, his balls tingling enviously on hearing of Minter's torment. The sternly dominant Constance grinned broadly and wickedly.

'How I should have loved to have been with them; seeing your husband humiliated would be a sweet appetiser to the thorough enjoyment of seeing the pimp dealt with when they return to Arachne House. His punishment will be swift, severe, and most permanent; seeing justice being meted out on him would be a deeply satisfying pleasure for any woman.' Agnes grinned as she savoured the thought of how she would like to see both the pimp and Penelope's husband dealt with, her cunt bulged as she thought of the utilisation of her favoured apparatus. She squeezed her new friend's arm.

'Of course, if you feel that Hope's treatment is not 100% to your liking, or at any time you should tire of your new houseboy, I'm sure I can organise the most excellently enjoyable departure for him.' Penelope had been told by Ella of Agnes' penchant for the dramatic and highly erotic disposal of males in the most theatrical fashion. Her cunt tingled at the thought of the final supreme humiliation that could be offered him.

'I will certainly keep that in mind Agnes, I am so glad to have that option so readily available; he has certainly earned that pleasure, should I ever grant him that!' Ella grinned as Agnes enjoyed a sweet fantasy, pleased with having sown the seed of it having become a reality with Penelope, and took her arm the arm of the recently 'widowed' woman.

'Come, enough talk of your husband, he is beginning his reduction in Hope's capable hands, and you must be readied for your part in his further humiliation tomorrow; I do hope the newspapers provide bold coverage of his suicide, I cannot wait to see his face when he learns he no longer exists.' Ella walked her toward where a lounge door had opened and Kate had entered from Arachne house, signalling to her. Through the door behind her followed four of the stern matrons, each with a newly conditioned male in their charge; all four were somewhat younger than Penelope, though not that young that any one of them would create unnecessary attention at being seen with her in public. Each were completely naked so that their entire forms were displayed for approval, each knelt with head slightly bowed under the strict supervision of the matrons to whom they were leashed.

'There are many other women attending the thespian society meeting tonight, and all four of these males had shown their willingness to serve women absolutely from the onset of their arrival at Arachne House; none of them would have given you the slightest hint of what you suffered at the hands of your husband before their conditioning, and following their rigorous training each is ready to be taken on by a mistress in total servitude. We have preliminary rehearsals for a version of Cleopatra tonight, and these males will add extra spice as they double as slaves. If any one of them meets with your approval, you may choose him to take upstairs with you. I take it you are happy to stay overnight and accept my escorting you to Arachne House tomorrow?' Penelope took a deep breath and licked her lips as she looked at the four males, her cunt tingling with anticipation.

'Oh yes... I'd love that... you say they are all completely willing?' Ella smiled as she viewed the varied excitement of the four males which their naked bodies could not hide, while they knelt and dreamed of being taken in and owned by a dominant woman; despite their studied obedience with their heads bowed, each cock showed at least a semi-erection at the thrill of their submission, naked and leashed before an audience of elegant and obviously dominant women whose feminine scent teased their senses.

'Each of them would gladly give up their genitalia to be of service to an attractive woman like you, and you will have no need to assert any level of dominance over your choice; it will all come so naturally and their training will lead you into it; each will have been conditioned to pleasure their mistress most exquisitely.' Penelope studied each, and already one caught her favour; as other guests arrived she kept an eye on him, excited at seeing him displayed as a slave later.

Minter's false breasts rose and fell rapidly as he panted in fear on being coaxed from the cab by a grinning Hope and the two streetwise women; though this was a seedy and not so salubrious part of the capital where he or his associates would never frequent, the crushing humiliation of his exposure was just as severe. Despite this though, the feeling of the dress material against his smoothly shaven flesh and the stimulation of his trussed cock and plugged anus as he was forced to walk by the dominant women, meant the perverse pleasure of his humiliation began to eat away at his egotistic resilience once more. Captured, gagged, and feminised, his cock bulged in the truss, and combined with the external humiliation, kept him on the edge of shooting his cream at any moment.

They bustled down several crowded alleyways, leering males of all descriptions from flat capped traders to top-hatted gents masked to disguise their identity, fondled the rears of the four women as they made their way through, particular attention being paid to the veiled one in purple; the mask apparently adding extra impetus to their curiosity. This simple experience bringing home to Minter how a woman was viewed as fair game to the male of the species in certain environments. Gaudily dressed females stood at every recess within the alleys, their cleavages on show as they toted for business. Pushing an inebriated male to the floor as he tried an impromptu engagement with her, Caroline pointed Hope to a run-down hotel which faced them across the street which the alley opened on to.

'The Rose and Crown Inn, that's where we'll have our pimp; everything is set up.' Hope and Caroline each took one of Minter's arms and walked him across and up to the shabby hotel door which Polly rapped on. A hinged flap was swept across and an eye viewed them from inside before its owner unbolted the door. A frail looking woman of about 25 greeted them with as best a smile as she could muster, her left eye closed up and bruised purple from recent brutality. Caroline's face immediately contorted in anger.

'Faulkner?' The woman's otherwise attractive face broke into a broader smile.

'Who else? I had to refuse payment in order to get him to come back again this evening; I am so glad to see you!' Polly touched the woman's face close to the bruise.

'And we're glad to be here too Sylvia, he won't be doing this to you or anyone else anymore; did you get the required things we sent on earlier?' She smiled and pulled a chair aside behind her; there sat an innocuous looking large brown trunk and a black doctor's style bag. Sylvia's eyes then turned to the redhead and on to the masked woman.

'You must be Hope, I've heard about the good work you do... but who's this?' Minter grunted through the gag as a sneering Hope lifted the masking veil to reveal it and the obviously masculine jaw-line beneath.

'This is Minter... a wife-beater, he's part of that good work and is here to see what happens to males who have gone one step further than he has.' Hope dropped the veil as one of the house madams sauntered down the stairs and gave Sylvia a sympathetic glance before opening the door.

'You watch out for that bastard Faulker, Sylvia.' The battered woman replied as she went out.

'Oh, I fully intend to.' Her eyes returned to Minter.

'A wife-beater eh? I've a good mind to give you a good thrashing right now!' Hope and the other two laughed, as she looked the humiliated male up and down, mockingly admiring his outfit. Hope intervening.

'Oh he has plenty coming his way, but tonight he'll get some psychological therapy; let's get that trunk and bag up to a convenient room.'

Faulkner was a ponce of the highest order, typical of the vermin who inhabited the lower echelons of Victorian society. His portfolio included rape, assault and enforced prostitution. He would descend on brothels that showed any vulnerability, often ousting the previous pimp; all too frequently the once arrogant and fearful owner would be struck down by syphilis on sampling too many household delights or the effects of alcohol on the liver, Faulkner would choose his moment and the old order would disappear, the women of the house were then confronted with a new tyrant. He would stay one step ahead of the law by moving on when a better opportunity was chanced upon.

Having established himself with a property, he would seek out young waifs and strays, charm them with his worldly ways and then beat and rape them; he would always have the first enjoyment of new girls who would then be forced into providing income for him. All too often, the local authorities would turn a blind eye to the obvious situation of prostitution; it meant less spaces taken up by those needing the workhouse, and kept a lot of general beggars from the streets in daylight hours. Faulkner headed for the Rose and Crown Hotel, feeling like a king after an afternoon's drinking, he would get the money that was earned by its house whores, give Sylvia another beating, and fuck the girl of his choice there for good measure. Little did he know that this evening would be the last chance he would have to use his balls.

Silvia shuddered with fear on hearing the instantly recognisable impudent banging at the door, and the gruff voice of the weasel-like Faulkner at the door. Two girls who were in the dilapidated foyer instantly rushed up the stairs, past Polly and the bewildered Minter who stood against the wall at the top. Faulkner grinned evilly and shoved his hand up and into the front of her skirt, squeezing her crotch.

'Where's my cunt money, bitch? That face of yours won't recover so easily if I don't have it this time.' Sylvia was terrified but kept to her script.

'It's upstairs... let me fetch it.' As they moved to the stairs, Polly pushed Minter forward and the eyes of the tyrant caught the slender veiled figure in the purple dress, standing with a somewhat classy looking whore in violet and pink. She looked over the shoulder of the veiled woman whose eyes were strangely stark, and gave him an inviting smile. His step faltered for a moment, and his cock took command of him.

'Fresh meat eh! He pushed Sylvia aside and adjusted his tie before ascending the stairs in front of her. Sylvia took a deep breath and sneered wickedly at him as he went for the bait. The two objects of his desire moved swiftly sideways, disappearing through a door left open from which the light shone out. Faulkner strode in and was met with a sight which had his cock firmly erect in seconds. His eyes feasted on three very appealing mature whores, each sat with their skirts up to reveal no underwear, Caroline with her legs apart, stroking her magnificent cunt boldly with a delicate finger. Hope sat cross legged displaying the pure white flesh of her thighs, while Polly stood bent with her knee on a chair, her skirt held up to display her long legs and the firm cheeks of her bare arse. The veiled woman in purple stood motionless against the back wall, facing him. Polly crooked her neck and looked him in the eye.

'Do come in, I'm sure you are in need of comfort.' Though mesmerised by the vision, Faulkner sniffed the air suspiciously; the appealing feminine scents which aided the rigidity of his cock was somehow mixed with something medicinal. Hope reacted on seeing the oaf sniff as though he detected something other than arousal, she waved her hand before her nose.

'Oh Polly, those damn mothballs you keep that dress in; I know it's expensive, but they do so take the edge off the atmosphere.' Faulkner's mind returned to cunt alone, and Hope was glad that the situation had allowed her to speak immediately, easing him into the trap. She pushed a chair toward him.

'Would you like a Scotch?' He nodded to affirm he would and watched the redhead waft past him to the cabinet which was behind him, Caroline lifted her leg and placed her foot on her other knee at an angle, keeping his focus forward, his eyes drawn to her gaping cunt as she toyed with it. Hope nodded to Sylvia who now stood at the door, a signal for her to be ready as the redhead rattled the bottle of Scotch then gripped the chloroformed rag from the doctors bag; the source of Faulkner's nasal suspicion. She moved with determination now, looking at the back of his head as Sylvia moved equally swiftly into the room. Faulkner went rigid as Hope clasped the rag over his nose and mouth, Sylvia throwing herself onto his lap and grasping his arms, aided quickly by Caroline.

Faulkner struggled in a mixture of rage and terror as the chair went back and he stared blindly at the ceiling, the weight of the women holding him firm as Hope pressed the rag over his panting mouth and nose; her wicked smile was the last thing that registered as he succumbed to the stinging substance. Minter stood and stared in amazement as Sylvia lifted her skirt and kicked the motionless body as hard as she could, again and again, venting her anger while the others stood and laughed. Hope pulling her away after 30 seconds or so.

'I'm sure you'd much rather have him know you're punishing him; we need to prepare him for what he deserves and quickly, the effects of that drug won't last long.' The sneering women dragged him to the bed, stripped him naked, and bound him. Hope approached the stunned Minter whose anus clenched hard at the plug, tingling as he watched the four females strut with canes as they awaited the pleasure of Faulkner's recovery. As he showed signs of reviving, they stuffed a ball of silk from pair of bloomers into his mouth, and gagged him with a silk stocking; they would not hear his cries.

'I want you to take in what awaits those who ill treat women. What happens here is nothing compared to what he faces when we get him back to Arachne House; just consider yourself lucky that you have not been guilty of rape and enforced prostitution. You will know the cane again, but it is unlikely that you will face it to the extent that it will be delivered today.' Faulkner awoke, wriggling and squirming in horror at his stupidity, his futile efforts as he grunted through the gag bringing smiles from the women, his cock erected below him as he squirmed; the women had him, and their contentedly severe looks as they flexed their canes gave him an arousal he never expected to enjoy. Caroline confirmed his position.

'Yes Faulkner. Your days of pimping are over, you will now begin a new journey which will please every woman you've ever met, and provide pleasure to some you are yet to meet.' She stepped aside and Sylvia stepped close, laying the cane across his bare and twitching arse to get her measure. Her cunt tingled as she put one hand on hip, expressing her femininity in majestic and victorious fashion, the sneer on her face bearing the sweet taste of just and welcome revenge. She lifted the cane high, and commenced a merciless thrashing of the ex-tyrant. Faulkner bucked in pain as the delicious song of the whooshing cane delivered sound and deserved punishment, his eyes watering uncontrollably as each cut blossomed in a telling red line across his naked flesh, Sylvia's cunt oozing with the delightfully enjoyable sadistic streak it so justly brought from her.

As he bucked and moaned in the gag, his erect cock boned below him as it rubbed and pulsed while he strained against the tight bonds, helpless at the hands of a woman for the first time. He was owned and he knew he would come. The others allowed Sylvia her individual pleasure before stepping forward and adopting similar poses for Faulkner's pleasure. His tortured and striped body now writhed continually as all four women thrashed him with equal venom, ensuring each delivery was brought home squarely, making his flesh bounce and quiver as it absorbed the stinging pain of each vicious cut. His tears flowed in humiliation as he was brought toward a punishing crescendo by the merciless women.

Minter's cock bulged rigid in its confined state as his balls which straddled it tingled in a way which could only mean one thing, his bell-end rubbed at the cruel foreskin rings as he found himself moving his hips back and forth involuntarily while he watched the women thrash the pimp; he had tasted the cane and the sublime dominance of the women that administered it, and now found himself desiring it. The humiliation of being trussed, plugged, feminised and gagged, all compounded his perversely erotic state and he could no longer hold back as he watched the women dominate.

He dropped to his knees as they weakened under the feeling, the action of his thighs expanding increasing the pleasurable sensation as he now rocked back and forth, the motion nursing his cock on to complete a further humiliation. Hope glanced back as she completed a satisfying stroke to the pimp's flesh and sneered with her own erotically dominant pleasure, leaving the pimp to the other three, she would increase the wife-beater's humiliation. Minter's cock pulsed with a renewed and vigorous pleasure at the sight of the woman who had thrashed him, discovering his moment of submission. The redhead stood over him, stroking his arse with the cane as he rocked toward orgasm.




Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 12



'Don't worry, there are plenty of canings ahead for you; for now you can witness the pure enjoyment that dominating a deserving male affords womanhood. You will have more to enjoy before my attentions are focused on your treatment once more, the release that the pimp will enjoy as he is caned will be his penultimate; think yourself fortunate that you will not suffer his fate.' Minter squirmed in the purple dress, and groaned into the gag as the cock-like anal plug massaged his prostate and the foreskin rings brought his bell-end to the point of no return. Hope held the cane tight against his arse as he jerked and convulsed in a ecstasy of humiliating submission on hearing her words, and watching the pimp spasm in his own defeated ecstasy under the cruel administration of the three smiling women. Hope's cunt oozed with satisfaction as Minter groaned while she laughed, his cock spurting hot cream into the truss below the purple skirt as he was immersed in the pleasure of his defeat in divine humiliation; his mind submitting completely to the pleasures which awaited him at Arachne House.

Faulkner's own enforced humiliation was brought from him by the thrashing, as bound and gagged, he jetted his seed to the mattress in ample quantity as it was caned from him. As he writhed in defeat and emptied his balls, Hope now retrieved a large syringe from the bag and took much pleasure in piercing his raw buttocks, injecting its contents into the bound pimp. Polly and Caroline then took great pleasure in sliding the large trunk out from a corner and showing it to the pimp as he fought to stay conscious, the drug fast taking effect. Polly grinned as she unbuckled it and swung the lid open.

'There! Transport fit for any pimp, you'll go nicely in there, doubled up of course!' Faulkner looked at the trunk with terrified eyes which now saw double, slurring a feeble protest through the gag. As he lapsed into a trance, Sylvia took a spiteful delight in swiping and prodding his balls with the cane, gauging his state of consciousness by the level of movement he offered on having the sensitive part of his manhood tested. When he ceased to stir, the women lowered him into the trunk feet first, his body folded up with ease, face down and arse up. The lid was buckled shut. 

Minter recovered from his submissive rapture to watch the women drag the trunk out of the door and on to the landing at the top of the stairs, where they laughed as Sylvia lifted her skirt and put her foot behind it. With a wicked look of supreme satisfaction, she launched the trunk down the stairs. It slid upright toward the bottom of the flight, gaining momentum and crashed into the floor, upending and rolling several times before coming to a halt with a pleasing thud against the far wall. The women gave a derisory round of applause before following it down. Hope turned and smiled at Minter, waving a finger to hasten his laboured walk behind them as they descended the stairs.

A cab was hailed and the trunk was manhandled into the space between the seats where the victorious women rested their feet on it, waving goodbye to Sylvia as she stood at the door of the brothel she would now run as a co-operative with the girls who worked it. Minter sat cramped in one corner of the cab, his cock already swelling once more as he wondered what lay ahead for both him, and the battered contents of the trunk. Hope gave him a stern look as she flexed the cane she had collected as a memento of the operation.

Penelope kept her eye on the male who took her fancy as he was utilised as an impromptu slave within the women's rough rehearsals for the play, made to kneel on a platform in a scene where slaves were sold to rich Egyptian women. Her cunt oozed as she watched the physically fit and well endowed male caressed and inspected by the would-be actresses with crops and horse-whips, his cock erect as he sampled their scent and fantasised on being purchased for their pleasure. Ella could see she had made her choice, and took her arm.

'Why don't you come and 'purchase' your slave, the girls won't mind, in fact it will be a treat for them; anything goes in this stage of rehearsal.' Still a little nervous, she edged timidly through the crowd of women who grinned and parted to let her through as Ella led her to her prize. A large woman in a long silk gown which hid nothing of her large breasts and excited nipples edged close as Penelope's eyes met with the males wanting eyes; his cock bobbing as he studied the mature and elegant woman.

'Would Madam like this one? He's very obedient and a very reasonable price.' Penelope blushed just a little, giving the male a sign that he would need be at his most submissive with her; it was immediately apparent that she was unlikely to be as cruelly spiteful as the tutors who had trained him so ruthlessly. He bent and kissed her feet, bringing to the fore the natural authority she would impose over him, her cunt tingling in need of his tongue in service to her. She smiled wickedly as her confidence grew.

'Yes, I shall take him; I have long been in need of an obedient slave.' The large woman passed the leash to her and he willingly followed on all fours as she led him away through the applauding crowd of women, his excitement at being owned matching his new Mistress's pleasure. Ella called Hattie over, Gray tugged along behind the young ginger dominant.

'Show Penelope to her room, and take Gray into mine. You may have your pleasure of him and warm my bed; make sure he holds his seed, we shall both witness his submission when I join you in an hour or so.' Penelope began her rebirth as a free and dominant woman in the luxurious room, now naked, she stood in triumph with her new slave kneeling before her and sniffing the cunt of his new Mistress as he waited her commands, his cock dribbling as he willingly offered himself for domination. A few doors away, Gray's cock was teased close to shooting as his face was straddled by the soft white cheeks of the young and freckled dominatrix, her slender fingers and painted nails tormenting his erection as he sniffed at her arsehole and licked her sweet ginger cunt; he yearned for Ella to join them.

The trunk was unceremoniously crashed down from the cab, it's driver watching the proceedings with some interest. Hope paid him as a plethora of maids and matrons appeared at the rear gates of Arachne house and eagerly dragged it inside. The dominant redhead smiled curtly at him.

'Oh, it's just a load of worthless baggage.' At the rear door a severe looking woman of far Eastern appearance stood with a fixed sneer emanating from her tight eyes, dressed in a delicately patterned green satin dress, she was accompanied by four equally severe oriental women in black satin. The woman almost raised a smile as the trunk was drawn past her and her eyes moved to the redhead and her three companions. Hope bowed in a gesture becoming of the woman's culture.

'I am glad my supervisor could have you here at such short notice Madam Cho, I know you are bound for London Docks tonight. You will have been made aware of the gift I have for you, we shall waste no time in preparing him.' Madam Cho returned the bow.

'I have brought a casket for his shipment, he will have a most comfortable journey overseas.' She looked at the veiled woman in purple, detecting something was not as it should be. Hope grinned and nodded to Caroline and Polly, the three of them then proceeded to strip Minter, there in the courtyard with the maids all grinning and jeering softly. Madam Cho sneered with satisfaction at seeing a male gagged and trussed, having been treated to exposure as a woman. She bent elegantly and viewed his crotch.

'I see he still has his balls, he is a lucky man!' The party went into the preparation room where a a battered and still drowsy Faulkner was dragged from the trunk and pulled up against a bench, his back laid on it as matron noosed him and threw the rope over a beam. It was tensioned and his head lifted by it, so he may witness his fate. His eyes bore a look of terror as another rope was tied about his ankles and pulled back under the bench behind him, forcing his cock and balls to protrude forward. His balls were noosed with a cord and drawn forward by a smiling matron, his scrotum stretched tight. Minter was made to kneel close and watch as another matron took the doomed pimp's cock and worked it to an erection.

Madam Cho watched with deep satisfaction as the bound male was shown the shears which would remove his balls and wriggled in terror. The women were not to be denied their pleasure; the matron who had his cock stroking it relentlessly to full rigidity.

'This is your last chance for a final pleasure, and we must have those balls emptied.' Faulkner tried his hardest to hold back, so the noose about his neck was pulled tighter with some delight by the matron at his head, and the same was applied to the rope below. Choked and bound, the former pimp moaned with restrained pleasure as his cock spent its last in preparation for him being reduced to a eunuch. The watching women cheered and applauded as his seed erupted, eager to see him justly emasculated, and after allowing him the pleasure of several jets, his balls were swiftly lopped off with the razor-sharp shears by the stern matron whose pleasure eclipsed all present. His balls were passed to Madam Cho, who dropped them into an ornate jar and closed the lid with a curt smile.

'It will be my pleasure to see him received into permanent service by one of my wealthier female clients after we have reduced his spirit to match his manhood, white males are so desirable as slaves amongst the society women; he will be made pay for not only his own crimes, but for the arrogance of his imperialistic nation, he will know subservience in the extreme.'

Faulkner writhed in shock, and with the dull pain, though there was little blood; a grinning matron sutured the cut tubes and remains of the scrotum swiftly, and the new eunuch was given a further injection to send him into a nightmarish sleep. His unconcious body was then placed into the padded casket that Madam Cho spoke of, placed on his side in the recovery position with his stitched sack liberally doused with antiseptic. Further appreciative applause was the last thing he heard as the lid was bolted shut.

A shocked Minter was then taken away to enjoy his further treatment by Hope and two cane bearing matrons, as the casket was lifted by the four eastern women in black and taken for immediate dispatch to the docks. The wife-beater would now enjoy the focus of further physical attention to reduce him to the required obedient level. He was taken to a treatment room, his truss removed and foreskin unhitched from the rings before being strapped to a bed. Hope dropped her skirt as the door was slammed shut behind her by the attendant matrons, Minter whimpering through the gag as the three flexed their canes, his cock stiff in its new freedom below him. The air was soon full of the song of the canes as his thorough treatment recommenced.

Penelope was in her element as she proudly displayed her new slave to Ella at breakfast; she had experienced the most thoroughly satisfying night, her dominance emerging so naturally on being indulged in many ways by the obedient and willing male, who now knelt by her, suitably attired for their visit to Arachne House where he would be displayed to Minter. Hope's smile was radiant as she lifted a newspaper and passed it to her; a large column expressed the grim news of the suicide of a society gentleman, via his departure into the Thames from Waterloo Bridge. Penelope sighed with pleasure at the confirmation of her freedom, it would give her the utmost joy in revealing this to the man who would return as her hooded houseboy.

Gray received many smiles from the women of Arachne House who had enjoyed his recent visit as he was led by Ella to where Minter was interred after his first night of treatment, Penelope proudly leading her new male and dressed more boldly than she could ever have imagined just a week ago; tightly corseted in black satin with her ample cleavage on show, her lips glossed ruby red with nails to match, she wanted her ex-husband to see what a loose woman she now was. Hope met them at a corridor, a very generously proportioned rattan in her hand, and smiled warmly as she saw how Penelope had progressed; her 'late' husband having moved swiftly in the opposite direction. She took them to a room with a stark and imposing steel door at the far end.

Penelope grinned with satisfaction on seeing the man who had beaten her so regularly, kneeling naked and leashed with head bowed, a stern matron with cane standing over him with the other end of his leash wrapped about her hand. It had taken a moment for her to recognise him, his hairless body now looking so vulnerable, and gagged to prevent any utterance be it in protest or for mercy. Her cunt tingled as she sat on the bed and lifted her dress, pointing her new male down to the gap between her legs. Minter mumbled something into his mask as he watched the male kneel obediently and sniff at his wife's cunt, prompting the matron to choke him with the leash and rub his cock with the cane, smiling as she watched it rise in honour of the humiliation awarded by his wife.

Penelope sneered at him as she lifted her feet to the bed, allowing her slave to sniff at her arsehole.

'He so loves to lick my cunt and arsehole, and when he has been very good, I like to ride him and have him jet his seed into me; of course his cock is so much bigger than yours.' She tugged the sniffing male's leash.

'Take your cock out, you may masturbate for me.' The grinning matron pulled Minter's leash tight and watched his cock stand rigidly to attention, stimulated by her cane and the sight of the male's larger than average cock being wanked at the sight, scent, and especially the command of his wife. Penelope smiled with satisfaction as the male shot his warm offering over her cunt and arsehole, nodding to Hope who then moved to Minter and undid his gag. Penelope pointed her male away and Minter was pulled to his wife's cunt, gasping as he was choked most efficiently. Penelope's cunt blossomed to full arousal as she savoured humiliating her husband for the first time.

'You lick my cunt and arsehole clean. Get used to the taste of my pet's seed; you'll taste it many times when you are ready to return to my house.' Minter's cock boned as he suffered the divine humiliation of licking another male's semen from the deliciously scented cunt and arsehole of the woman he had once terrorised, the woman who would now dominate him. He was close to shooting his seed as she sighed and laughed on his tongue eagerly lapping the creamy cum from both inviting orifices, his swift treatment already beginning to make him enjoy submission. Sufficiently cleaned, she was now ready to confirm his non-existence, nodding again to hope who delighted in buckling the gag over his slimy mouth before dropping the newspaper to the floor in front of his knees. The redhead sneered with pleasure as she then took a leather hood from the matrons pouch.

'I told you that you were a corpse when you arrived in the coffin.' The women laughed cruelly as his eyes bulged and he grunted into the gag on reading of his suicide; his erect cock dribbling at the realisation that as dead man he was nothing, and could be owned totally and disposed of at the slightest whim of the women. The grinning matron choked him hard and tapped his rigid cock with the cane.

'Now that is certainly worth masturbating over, I think you should show your appreciation for the ladies, especially for your poor widow who now faces the arduous task of spending your money.' Minter worked his cock hard as the ladies laughed, Hope slipping the hood over his head as his eyes moved between his newly confident wife's cunt and the newspaper. The matron made sure he was nicely choked as he panted into the mask and grunted in defeat, spurting his seed across the pages which displayed his own demise. Penelope's satisfaction was near to completion as she watched her hooded houseboy's moment of submissive ecstasy, spending his seed in a delirious admission of her emerging dominance over him; in a few short weeks he would be ready for her to torment perpetually, the wife-beater delivered from his sin, to a life of absolute service to her.



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 13



Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life, leaving his wife to console herself with his wealth and the erotic freedoms offered by her acquaintance with Madam Ella Hempleton's ever growing society of dominant women. In truth, the Minter the world knew had indeed 'died'; Ella took much delight in seeing Gray's cock rise as she related how justly pleasurable the conditioning and reducing of the wife-beater had been, Mistress Hope, the severe and sadistic redhead whom Gray had spent his seed for on many occasions having overseen his breaking and transformation to a houseboy servile in extremis to any female. Gray's cock stood stiff as he pondered the sight that would greet him; he knew the experience would make him jealous of the broken male's fate, and hoped that Ella would cane him till he messed on their return. He could not know the submissive pleasure the day would bring him.

They were on the point of departure, awaiting the cab which would transport them to Arachne House when the doorbell rang. A grinning Hattie returned with a telegram, and used the opportunity to have Gray lick her feet whilst Ella opened it. His Mistress wore a wry smile as she read it.

'Docking at Bristol from the 'New York City' - stop - will be at Paddington 3:30 - stop - have not forgotten our mutual pleasures - stop - Claire Fullbrook-Barr.' Ella put her hand to her mouth and laughed softly, before looking down to Gray as he obediently licked the toes of the housemaid's boots.

'Oh, we are all in for a real treat, especially you Gray I suspect. An American friend of mine is paying us a flying visit; she owns a large house on Hampstead Heath; it's as near to a ranch as she could find within easy reach of London. She will no doubt stop here for the night, you will find her most entertaining.' Gray was already freely leaking pre-cum with the thoughts he already had, assisted by young Hattie's keenness to show her dominance at every opportunity; his cock was rigid with the anticipation of being displayed to yet another obviously independent and very dominant woman. The bell rang again, and Gray obediently followed behind Mistress and maid to the waiting cab.

The morning sunshine glinted from the dew on the cobblestone forecourt as the cab clattered through the gates, and Mistress Hope, resplendent in her severest black, with red hair in a tight bun, greeted the trio with a grim smile that she rarely allowed herself to display; Gray's cock pulsed as her dominant eyes gave his a special glance, her work with Minter was done and he knew she relished the next and inevitable opportunity she would have to discipline Ella's favourite, she having developed a keen fondness for punishing his flesh. Ella pointed to the stern woman's feet, but he was already on his way down to kiss her boots. Hope's cunt tingled as she looked down at his poking arse with delightful contempt; it would know her cane at her earliest convenience.

Ella sneered as they strutted through past pleased looking nurses.

'I trust Minter... I mean the houseboy, is ready for delivery?' Hope clenched the cane she held tightly, a broad smile showing the mature beauty of her usually stern expression.

'Oh he is more than ready Mistress, he has been broken most satisfactorily, you can judge for yourself.' They were taken to a large cell in the special ward, the outside door to which was wide open; a nurse sat cross-legged n a chair by the door, facing away from the door, her cane beside her. She smiled and stood as they approached and curtsied before sitting again as they entered the cell. Ella was astounded to see that the rear door to the cell was wide open, looking out onto the part of the courtyard which had only a five foot wall between it and the freedom of the city; the only occupant of the cell being the hooded and leashed but otherwise naked male who had been Minter the wife-beater, kneeling in a central position. The tight leather hood hid his facial features, but their significance would have been lost anyway, such was the servile body language of the totally broken and defeated male. He could so easily escape but the will to do so had been beaten from him; his submission to the superior female was total.

Ella could not help but chuckle softly and spitefully, as the once arrogant male dropped his head to the floor in automatic worship to the entrance of females, displaying his red striped and scarred back and buttocks, blushed with the purple hues of bruising. Hope sneered with a deep sense of satisfaction after clicking her fingers and seeing the cowering male quickly crawl to the feet of Ella and kiss her boots without any need for a verbal command. As he then tended a delighted Hattie, Ella walked round him, her sense of triumph moistening her sex as she viewed the huge anal plug which stretched his anus to the limit, and his scrotum so swollen from having his balls constantly whipped was smartly ringed with an iron clasp at the neck, keeping his balls tight and exposed for ease of whipping.

The pleasure of her cruel spite was capped when Hope jerked him up by the leash, her wicked smile expressing her dominant pleasure; Ella saw his cock pointing stiff and erect as he assumed a begging position on his knees, excited by feminine scent which told him there was the chance he would be punished. He was a submissive cur, Minter whipped and beaten from him; he would be presented to the wife he had once beaten, now his Mistress, and he would watch her pleasured by favoured males before licking her sated cunt clean of their seed, and would be equally happy to lick the fortunate cock clean while his Mistress supervised. Hope saw the satisfaction in Ella's eyes as she handed the leash to an excited Hattie, then eyed Gray who was swallowing too hard, his cock rigid at the reduction of the bigoted male he had encountered, to make comment.

'I so wish you'd leave Gray with me for a while Mistress Ella, I know he is obedient to a degree, but I would love the chance to reduce him so; I would remove any impudence from him permanently.' Ella laughed in a derisory fashion as she watched Gray's cock bulge in his loose white trousers; she knew Hope would have her sadistic pleasure of the honestly submissive Gray, but would not impair him mentally; what little impudence he showed gave her licence to thrash him, but she paused for a moment, allowing her pet's balls to tingle with fear.

'I would dearly love to have you take him off my hands and show him the severest of disciplines Hope... but unfortunately, I have another engagement which will require his being shown off to another later today; Claire Fullbrook-Barr will be at Paddington at 3:30, I expect Gray will indulge her Western style discipline upon him.' Hope conceded immediately.

'You'd best hurry then, you'll barely have time to enjoy Mistress Penelope's acceptance of her new houseboy; he is not the only thing that has been changed; he will love his new surroundings - nothing like the drab household that the late Mr Minter ruled over.' 

The portly gentleman in the seat of the first class carriage on the Paddington Express tried to hide both his face and his crotch from the woman opposite with an open copy of the Times broadsheet. The elegant woman with proud and stern features, lightly tanned skin from a climate far from this one, made no attempt to hide her ankles and lower calves beneath her dress. He had peeped at women's ankles before, as gentlemen are apt to do discretely, but this one took pride in showing hers, and the petit and ornate boots with equally elaborate small spiky spurs had his cock boning. She was accompanied by two younger, very shapely women who did not help to cool his ardour, neither did their open conversation.

'I wonder how that steward we left in the cabin explained away his position? I'll bet it's the first time he's been found hog-tied and gagged with white bloomers, while wearing a pink pair! serve him right for presuming we were easy prey for his advances. If he's married it'll be even harder explaining away the whip marks, and the steer's head you etched into his ass with the knife Elsa!' The gentleman lowered his paper in disbelief, just low enough to take in the faces of the women who had his erect cock pulsing. His anus tingled his eyes were met by three pairs of feminine eyes looking straight back. Elsa, a brown eyed redhead, lifted her back and placed her hands on her tightly corseted waist, her face stern.

'Have you ever been hog-tied and whipped by women sir?' He gasped and crumpled the paper, making for the door to the corridor before stumbling awkwardly back to fetch his brief case. As he bent to retrieve it, a stocking clad leg with spurred boot clamped down on it; Martha, with jet black hair and deep blue eyes, smiled wickedly at him as he tugged at the case and tried to avoid looking at the silky leg and shapely feminine boot.

'Are you sure you wouldn't like to try it? You know you'd enjoy being put in your place by a woman.' Terrified but rock hard, he pulled the case free and nearly stuck his head through the curtain covered glass door before escaping, the laughter of the younger women ringing in his ears. Elsa peeped out to see him bump past a porter but say nothing. He did not go into another compartment but went straight into the toilet. Elsa smiled as Claire called her over. She looked at her two maids with a wry smile and pulled her skirts down to cover ankles and spurs.

'Come now girls, we are in England now; let us at least try to act like ladies in public. My friend Ella will have plenty of males in need of your discipline.' 

The gentleman threw his case to the floor and dropped his trousers and underwear with all haste as he sat on the toilet seat. He stroked his erect cock hard as he thought of those ankles and cursed his cowardice, 'hog-tied and whipped by women' he moaned in ecstasy as he thought of those spurs, those eyes, 'you know you'd enjoy being put in your place by a woman.' His whole body was racked by subliminal pleasure as he jetted a torrent of hot creamy spunk across the toilet floor.

Gray was more than pleased to be Ella's pet but he looked on the houseboy with untold envy as he was delivered to his Mistress. He had been lord and master of the house he now entered, he had been officially declared dead so did not exist, he had been broken and transformed beyond all recognition; he found himself in the hall of a house which had also been transformed, led into it by a mere housemaid on a leash, naked, hooded permanently, butt plugged, and his leash passed curtly to another maid to be led like a dog to his Mistress. Penelope Minter, the woman he had beaten and kept down like a slave was now Mistress Penelope; her transformation was as great as his, but in the opposite direction. She had learned the pleasures of being dominant and had developed a keenly sadistic streak for all males, but she reserved her deepest spite for the one who was now handed over on a leash by a smiling maid. 

Penelope stood sneering over the cowering male who kissed her feet in abject submission; though his treatment had been so severe as to nearly make him forget why it had happened, his cock now stood hard and erect as the realisation sank in that this woman would exact the cruellest of treatment upon him, and with full and deeply satisfying justification. She stood supreme and superbly dominant over him, savouring the moment, before pulling his leash viciously tight and leading him into the large drawing room which had once been his own private domain, she forbidden to enter.

Gone were the dark and tedious items of furniture, the bland writing desk, the dowdy decor. The half strangled cur sniffed through the hood in disbelief at the powerful purples and satin and leather couches. Around the warmth of the walls stood the entire household staff, all female, all smiling knowingly. Gone was the demure and irritating butler, the lackey dismissed with no reference as soon as Penelope took control of what she deservedly owned. Gray was the only other male there, and he was told most curtly to kneel in the presence of women by the maid who had answered the door. He did so, as Ella grinned smugly, his cock boning to match that of the houseboy's which was given satisfying ridicule by the watching females. Penelope stood before the cowering hooded male and lifted her black silk dress with a sneering face.

'Sniff my cunt!' The houseboy pushed his leather hooded face forward and duly sampled the spicy arousal wafting from her hot and moist lips, his cock bobbing and boning at the deliciously overpowering feminine scent, captured, beaten, obedient. The scent was vaguely familiar as it had registered in his nostrils more remotely, on those occasions in this house where he had lifted the sheets and indulged himself while she lay there dutifully until he had grunted his satisfaction, before leaving for his own bed. His face had been in this position just the once before, when he had seen her last, and his conditioning had begun in earnest; now back as the transformed houseboy, he would come to know every silky flap and contour, and after other males had enjoyed her welcoming warmth. She would now have him know his place in no uncertain terms.

'You will serve every female here, all are Mistress to you. You will be taught the basest of duties, knowing punishment and humiliation as you learn.' Gray watched as the spite in her eyes grew, the youngest maid grinning with pleasure as she passed her Mistress a suitably flexible cane. The houseboy's cock dribbled pre-cum as he was thrashed mercilessly before the eager household, Penelope's full breasts heaving as she put every ounce of her strength into each cut; she, close to orgasm as she vented her emerging sadism with supremely dominant pleasure, and he, basking in the carnal delight of submission with each painfully added stripe, absorbing the delicious humiliation of being thrashed before an audience of women who each showed their thorough enjoyment in the proceedings. 

Ella watched Gray's euphoria as he rocked gently back and forth on his knees, mesmerised by the spectacle of the once meek woman he had known as Mrs Penelope Minter, transformed as the stern and severe Mistress Penelope. Having temporarily sated her lust for vengeance over the cut and quivering cur, she stood, a picture of feminine dominance as she kept the former tyrant tightly leashed and handed the cane to the first of the queueing maids. Grays balls tingled uncontrollably as the once pompous and chauvinistic wife-beater showed the ecstasy of his total defeat and absolute recognition of feminine rule in his rock hard cock poking beneath his naked body, as he was thrashed by each lustfully spiteful maid while paying homage to his Mistress's feet. 

Gray wished upon wish that he had been a chauvinistic tyrant, and could enjoy the divine and cruel error of his ways, the sublime humiliation of being shown bitter defeat and learning to enjoy utter submission so justly warranted. Ella's cunt tingled with pleasure as she watched Gray fight to hold his breath as the peak of the bulge in his white trousers expressed an increasingly large darker patch; her pet had disgraced himself in a submissive ecstasy. She approached him with a broad smile, and touched the patch with the flat of her crop, making him gasp as it glided across his now sensitised bell-end.

'Never fear my sweet, the lady you will be introduced to later will stripe you equally well, more so when you have told about the manner of your disobedience today.' 

Gray blushed on being caught out in indulging himself, albeit spontaneously, and knew that his Mistress would punish him herself and most righteously so, but her promise of having him humiliate himself and receiving punishment from a madam new to him, had his mind filled with contentment at his bold mischief. He now had a small comparison with the situation of the houseboy; he had acted wantonly and independently of his Mistress and would now suffer the consequences. His cock barely lost any element of its erection as it slipped in it's freshly spent mess against the fabric of his trousers while he kissed the feet of Ella in repentance; this was in no small way to do with his recalling her conversation with Hope about the American woman's discipline, and how Hope, no stranger to exacting the severest sadism upon males, had immediately relented in her pursuit of his services when her name was mentioned. The knowing and wicked look in her eyes had spoken volumes.

Gray's slight impatience was tempered by his attention returning to the envious position of the houseboy, who panted at his Mistress's feet as the final maid applied her final stroke, holding her cane hard against the defeated male's tortured flesh and savouring the feel of the spiteful rattan on his striped and raw buttocks for a moment. As she withdrew, her face lusting for the next opportunity to cane him, Penelope looked down on him with studied indifference, and loosening the tension on his leash, lifted her head and clapped her hands. All the female eyes looked to the door, drawing Gray's there too; his anus tingled as another male was brought in on all fours, naked and leashed, by a prim and severe looking maid. 

The male was not hooded like the houseboy, but his mouth was gagged with a ball-gag like restrainer; in place of the ball was a central ring. He could project his tongue through it and serve his Mistress, but could not beg for mercy nor offer any impudence. His eyes illuminated on being led to his Mistress, and his cock swelled to a healthy erection on seeing the look in her eyes which told him she would allow him to service her in the traditional fashion. Penelope sneered with pleasure as she had her favoured pet kneel with back upright to display the cock which continued to erect as the scent of her arousal was detected by him, and she tugged the other leash to bring the houseboy's head up to witness what she would enjoy, and what he would be made to lick clean on completing her satisfaction.

Gray was struck by a further unexpected envy, as the maids stared an giggled at the new arrival's manhood, which now stood firm and completely erect; it was half as big again as both his, and more significantly, the houseboy's, and the girth was proportionately wider. Penelope tugged the houseboy's leash higher so all could witness his humiliation, having him display his firmly erect cock which continued to dribble. The maids laughed with derision to see his cock dwarfed in comparison

'The houseboy will now accompany my pet and I to my bed chamber. He will witness how a woman should be serviced by a worthy male, he will witness the pleasure my pet is awarded, and will know that he will never be allowed that pleasure. He will then commence his duties as houseboy in ensuring that his Mistress is thoroughly cleaned, and that her pet is cleaned too.' Gray's cock pulsed fully erect once more as he imagined those duties, and saw how willingly the houseboy went as he was led to the stairs amid the rapturous applause of the maids. The houseboy would watch as Minter's widow was fucked by the huge cock, he would see both her and he come, he would then be treated to sniff the cunt he had already sampled and find it's spicy aromas blended with the faint ammonia scents of cock and spent semen. He would then be awarded the lush tastes of sated cunt and warm seed which he would consume in utter humiliation.

Ella smiled contentedly and rubbed Gray's bulge with her crop as he gawped at the supreme Mistress Penelope leading pet and houseboy up the grand staircase, leashed and on all fours. The continuing applause from the maids accentuating her triumph, and the humiliation of the once Master of the house; his cock bobbed rigid as he went to confirm his new position, dwarfed by the pet's who would willingly assist in that confirmation. Ella grinned down at Gray as they disappeared into her room.




Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 13



'We have an appointment at Paddington. I am sure you will welcome my friend most eagerly; she will want to know all about how you felt on seeing today's events, and your little indiscretion.'

Minter's old life evaporated completely before him, as the wife who was now his Mistress and owner, lay back and allowed her new pet's bulbous and rigid cock to slip into the warmth of her lushly lubricated cunt. The houseboy knelt in obedience and watched as the turgid bell-end probed the inviting slit and the excited pet gasped as the long length of his cock slipped satisfyingly in and out of her cunt. His Mistress's eyes never left the houseboy's, sighing and groaning with pleasure as she was serviced most adequately, and in no time at all she moaned in the triumph of her ecstasy, spreading her legs high and wide in a glorious orgasm. 

Her pleasure prompted her pet to unleash the balls which swung frantically as he moaned long and hard, the houseboy watching with his own cock standing rigid as he grew to enjoy the torment of his humiliation, his eyes in the mask moving between the satisfied smile of his Mistress, and the huge cock which now glistened white as the pet gratefully delivered a worthy and plenteous sample of his seed, which dribbled down to his Mistress's hot arsehole as he pumped and grunted in the throes of abject pleasure. Mistress Penelope sighed and panted with satisfaction for a moment as her favoured pet slumped over her, spent. 

She clicked her fingers and ordered him down, and as he slipped his dribbling and still stiff cock from her sated cunt, she pulled the bell sash to summon the household staff once more to witness the houseboy's impending duty. The eager maids filed in and stood grinning to witness further confirmation of the houseboy's new position. Now, before the maids, amongst whom were those he had treated with utter contempt, the houseboy was pointed by his Mistress to the pet who stood with dripping cock, kept firmly erect by his own excitement at being viewed by so many females. Penelope was now ready to enjoy the moment.

'Suck that cock nice and clean. You'll show us all how you''ll enjoy your new position.' The hooded houseboy knelt and offered his face up to the huge cock, his balls and anus tingling as the eyes of the grinning maids cast scorn on him, and the pet gasped as he felt the houseboy's warm lips slip over his semen covered bell-end. Penelope's cunt tingled with fresh arousal as she watched the hooded head suck and gag on the huge member which had just penetrated her. The maids giggling and sneering as he was taken down another level. 

'See how he sucks cock so well! I trust you ladies will employ his services when you have been entertained.' The maids laughed as they affirmed they would as he sucked and slurped hard on the cock, his own cock boning rigid as he was divinely humiliated. Penelope made sure that her pet's cock was licked thoroughly clean, having the new houseboy stop sucking, and making him tongue around the flange of her pet's bulbous bell. She and the maids watched with pleasure, as her pet gasped, his cock boning ready to shoot again; the maids would now be entertained further. She clicked her fingers and pointed to her feet.

'Kneel here houseboy, my pet wishes to come again.' She ordered her pet over to the bed too, and lay back, exposing her already creamed cunt.

'You may masturbate pet; I want some fresh come over my cunt.' The maids grinned as the pet gladly gripped his aching cock and stropped his large member, the kneeling houseboy waiting obediently for his second delivery. The pet groaned in ecstasy and shot a wad of hot milky semen across the cunt and belly of his Mistress, following up with several worthy spurts, his knees trembling as he bent to ensure accuracy. He panted, sated, and Penelope thanked him, then sneered at the waiting houseboy as she pointed to her cunt.

'There! Some nice warm semen for you. Lick it all up now!' The houseboy did not hesitate, and lapped at the gooey mess which dribbled down the folds of her messy cunt, the maids laughing spitefully as he consumed the acrid mixture of fresh and not so fresh semen, and the spicy juices of his Mistress's arousal. His anus tingled as he was humiliated thoroughly, and the feeing began to betray his enjoyment of the ordeal having been beaten into submission by his rigorous conditioning; He lovingly licked the warm come from her belly, cunt and arsehole, Penelope sensing his perverted pleasure as he lingered at tonguing her spicy pucker long after the slimy semen had been licked from it. His black mask smeared with creamy white come; he was a defeated slave to womanhood and now knew his place. Penelope sneered victoriously as he serviced her arsehole obediently, and would have him confirm his own submission.

'You'll masturbate at my my feet now, then I shall have you taken down to your room in the basement by one of the maids, who will have the pleasure of caning you for it. I think Annie shall have that pleasure; she remembers how the once Master of the house was short with her, she will apply the cane most enthusiastically. Now let's see you earn that caning!' Annie stepped proudly forward with the cane as the other maids laughed while the houseboy gratefully stroked his cock; she had been treated like dirt by Minter, and he would know the cane as a lowly houseboy should. He played with his stiff member like an excited adolescent boy, his eyes looking at the supreme woman who was once his wife, the woman who was now his Mistress and would dominate and use him as she saw fit.

The houseboy groaned in sweet ecstasy through the mask he would now wear forever, as he delivered his homage to a superior woman at her very feet, the applause and laughter of the maids increasing the intensity of a lushly submissive orgasm as he jetted his semen to the floor and those feet. He was made to lick up his mess, then taken from the bedroom which was once part of his domain to the basement, under the charge of a scullery maid who would cane him. The wife beater was beaten, and was gone forever; the houseboy would know enslavement to all women, and would be ruled by them all in utter submission.

Gray was led from cab by Ella, onto the platforms under Paddington's huge arched glass roofed terminus which billowed with smoke from the arriving and departing engines. As he marvelled at this recent feature of engineering, his attention was quickly brought back to the main attraction by Ella waving through the swirling smoke and steam. Gray first notice two porters struggling with several cases each, both glancing at three women who they seemed most eager to please. Two were no more than 25, one slender and black haired, about 5'7", the other a similar height but very plump and with ginger hair. They flanked a petit woman, pleasantly plump with grey hair, her brown eyes vivid and her presence belying her stature as she strode forward; her tightly corseted figure fetching glances from passing males.

Her expression broke into a broad smile as she recognised Ella, then wandered with a look of pleased contempt into Gray's eyes, on noticing him several steps behind Ella and her maid. Ella greeted the petit lady and smiled with pride on noting her instant interest in Gray.

'Gray, this is Mistress Claire Fullbrook-Barr, and these two young ladies are Elsa and Martha; all three will be addressed as Mistress by you, of course.' Ella pointed back to the waiting cab, as she embraced Mistress Claire.

'It's so good to see you again, you must be tired after your journey, let's get the last bit over with and get back to my house.' Claire then felt Gray's arse as he bowed to her.

'So this is your new pet? He looks nice and obedient, but I'm sure there's room for a little improvement!' Gray was immediately electrified by her touch, and the tone of her voice combined with her warm accent had his cock standing in reverence. Ella had him carry one of the larger bags, much to the chagrin of the porter it was relived from, to have him emphasise his position, and walk just half a step behind Claire so she could enjoy his willing submission, and observe him as they went. Ella grinned with pleasure.

'Oh there's room for improvement, that's for sure; Gray will greet you properly when we are in the cab, and he'll tell you of his disobedience earlier.' The petit woman licked her glossy red lips as she turned and allowed herself a glance into the submissive male's eye's; she had heard from Ella of his prowess with his tongue, she knew she would be more than well acquainted with him, and would press Ella to have him stay with her at Hampstead. Gray instantly felt her look capture him; it both scared and excited him, he knew that her petit stature would hide many deeply sadistic traits, and could not know that the bag he carried contained a selection of whips which he would soon be subjected to. Elsa and Martha flanked him, eying him with an air of relaxed and confident dominance; they loved to help their Mistress bring brash and impertinent males down to their correct place, but subjecting an openly submissive male to punishment had it's own fulfilling pleasures.

The porters gawped with envy at Gray as he stole all the attention from him, both stood with firm cocks as they were generously tipped, but dismissed with curt aplomb by the maids. They watched Gray lift the bag to the back of the cab, and then climb meekly in, pointed there by Ella without any hint of a thank you; it was obvious to them that he was not a standard butler or footman, due to the nature of his dress, but there was no doubt that he was well and truly owned by the women. As they watched the cab clatter away, both thought upon their next break from duty, when they would masturbate hard on thoughts of the delicious females, and the fate of the male who was in their charge.

Ella had Gray sit opposite Claire, who immediately lifted her skirts to display her boots and calves.

'I so love these spurs, but they do play havoc with my hems; I can't wait to walk around in just my corset.' Ella grinned as her eyes returned to Gray's and the three maids craned from their positions, eager to see Gray introduced properly. Ella pointed to the floor.

'On your knees Gray, and trousers down; we all want to see how your cock feels about the situation as you greet a new lady and tell her why improvement is definitely needed.' Gray went down immediately, his balls tingling as he exposed them and his rising cock to the laughs of derision from the maids. Claire did not laugh, she lifted her skirts further and offered some more of her soft accent in a firmly dominant tone, bringing Gray's cock to a full erection.

'You'll kiss those boots now boy, then we'll hear of your disobedience.' Gray was a little shy at first, not because he had any qualms about being humiliated by this new Mistress; his finding her presence so attractive with immediate effect made him wary of displaying his pleasure in being subjected to it by Ella, but his cock and balls could not hide his craving to be dominated by her. Ella could not be fooled, and though she smiled with satisfaction at her pet's obedience, she knew Claire had him under her spell, and was glad she would not be in the country permanently. She took much pride in seeing her pet meekly bow to a superior force and kiss her boots in homage; she saw Claire's delight in having her male at her feet. Ella knew the request to have him experience her sadistic prowess with the whip at her Hampstead home was inevitable, and that she could only oblige, she owed so much to her American friend. Mistress Claire Fullbrook-Barr edged forward on the seat as the cab rattled through the streets, parting her legs and exposing her moist cunt. She lifted Gray's head by his hair and sneered as his eyes were transfixed by the moist cleft before him.

'You look very guilty boy, you have a good sniff of my cunt while you tell me what you did.' Elsa and Martha grinned as they watched him move his nose toward Claire's tingling cleft, and saw the cock they would have their chance to see spurt under their domination bone and pulse as his senses took in the lush scent of her mature sex in arousal; their cunts bulged as they witnessed his obvious submissiveness, he was a beaten cur of a male and they would relish unleashing their spite upon him. Claire smiled sternly and lifted her head in dominant fashion.

'Tell! I'll hear your confession now, and then I'll ask your Mistress if I may reward you with a suitable punishment.' Grey swallowed hard as he was drawn from his lust to lick the moist and fragrant cunt that tortured his senses.

'I... I disgraced myself whilst watching another male humiliated... I wanted to be him, I... I lost control.' Claire whipped his bare arse smartly with her riding crop, making him yelp like a small dog; she knew what he meant, but would have him explain in graphic terms just what had happened.

'What in tarnation do you mean by 'disgraced yourself?' You English have such a way of cloaking what you really mean; I'll here what you did or I'll take your hide off right now!' Gray's cock pulsed, close to repeating his earlier misdemeanour as he was humiliated by this petit yet very stern woman; the taste of her crop had him daring to know the full extent of being dominated to her complete satisfaction.

'I came Mistress... I spent my seed without masturbating... without permission.' Claire awarded him another cursory application of her crop, leaving a glowing mark from its tongue on his left arse cheek while the girls laughed in derisory fashion at his confession which illustrated just how submissive he was.

'Oh Ella! How on earth could you allow such impudence from a pet? You must let me have him for a few days up at Hampstead, I'll soon have the boldness whipped from him.' Ella smirked as she watched Gray's eyes meet with Claire's; she could see the lust within both of them, and how could she refuse? Besides, she was indebted to her American friend in so many ways, and liked to indulge her as a true friend anyhow; she would be back across the Atlantic before she knew it, and sadly missed, leaving Grey to her affections and suitable punishments. The experience would do him good, though she hoped he would still retain a little of his impertinence, which gave her licence to chastise him.

'Why of course! He will find your lessons most invigorating, and will obey you to the word. I have some new males fresh from training at Arachne House to test and provide entertainment over the coming days; I know you have some business to attend to in that department while you're here, perhaps you'll take a couple back, free of charge of course. I know what a desirable asset males with an English accent are to the ladies at home.' Gray's starry eyes were hidden from view as Claire smiled with wicked satisfaction and pushed his head down to sniff at her cunt once more, his boning cock oozing pre-cum as he was teased by its delicious scent.

'You spoil me Ella. I'll take more than good care of your pet while he's with me, and I'd love to take a couple of your males home with me; knowing they are to be transported to another country always adds spice to their enslavement, they'll provide welcome comfort on the voyage home.' 

Gray was put to good use during the evening at Boadicea House, waiting hand on foot on the three guests and his Mistress, keenly supervised by young Hattie who delighted in proudly showing her absolute control over the middle-aged male; her cane utilised for the slightest indication of sloth or error on his part. Elsa and Martha were suitably impressed as they had their feet bathed by the naked and leashed male, each lusting to know the servile caress of his tongue on their excited cunts and arseholes, when they would unleash the spite of their own tongues in having him know of what to expect at Hampstead. 

Claire grinned at their antics with Gray as she reminisced with Ella, and viewed their wanton eyes with a little jealousy, knowing they would experience his sexual services before she, but it would add to her spite tomorrow. Ella and Claire had much to discuss before the friends retired, and Gray's Mistress called to Hattie.

'You may take Gray upstairs now, and have have him at your disposal as you show the ladies their rooms.' Claire added her instructions as Hattie tugged his leash and the excited trio of young females wasted no time in heading for the stairs.

'...and don't you wear him out, I want him nice and fresh for tomorrow; make sure he holds his seed, l'll want to see him show plenty of it when I relieve it of him tomorrow.'



Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 14



Gray showed a little trepidation when the cab arrived next day, and the heavy portmanteaux which accompanied the ladies was once more lifted for transport to Hampstead, Ella noting the insecurity in his eyes as Elsa and Martha grabbed an arm each, as if to ensure he did not run away. Her sex tingled with pleasure on seeing genuine fear in his eyes for the first time in what seemed an age; she would use the moment to have him taunted, whilst guarding her jealousy at the obvious attraction he had shown Claire.

'You have earned some strict punishment Gray, and you'll know it. From this moment on, and until you are lucky enough to return, you will be the property of Mistress Claire Fullbrook-Barr and will know what the slightest impudence requires. You will be caned immediately on return by Hattie while I watch, as her weekend will be disrupted.' Leaving him with mouth agape and anus tingling, she turned and bade farewell to Claire, a contented smile hidden from Gray's view.

Gray was once again made to kneel on the floor of the cab throughout the journey to Hampstead, the clammy morning air becoming crisper as the cab ascended to the more rural areas North of the capital. As Gray knelt obediently at Claire's feet, she and her two charges undid the ankle length coats they wore to reveal that below them their bodies were displayed in an expression of perfect femininity. Each were adorned with tightly corseted bodices with frills which hung from the top edge and the lower, gracing the thighs which shone in silky stockings. Gray's cock tented his trousers as Claire crossed her legs, showing him her ample thighs and the seam which ran down the rear of each shapely leg. Gray was immediately put in mind of the pictures he had seen in some of the more risque publications he had encountered, which depicted the women of the 'Wild West' saloons frequented by women who were very forward indeed. Claire toyed with her menacing crop as she smiled down on his wide eyes.

'You are mine now Gray. You're going to be taught how I will have my males show their complete obedience, and can forget the soft treatment you've enjoyed so far; my world will have you begging for mercy.' He let out a gasp as the ginger haired Martha put her heel into the centre of his back and laughed as he squirmed in discomfort.

'He knows he's gonna be tied and whipped like a mule Mistress, he almost came with the thought of it when he was told while licking my cunny last night.' The three laughed as Gray was reminded of the delicious ginger cunt he had had the pleasure of servicing the night before; he had ached to shoot his mess as he was dominated by the three young females, and he was already dribbling pre-cum a he thought on what was to come. Elsa now toed the tent in his crotch, making him bend to try to avoid the pleasurable sensation.

'Hattie showed us just how weak and submissive he is, I can't wait to make him cry under the whip; that'll put him in the right mood to use that tongue on me again, t'aint nuthin' we can improve on there, I can tell ya!' As Gray blushed with the humiliation of the girl's cutting remark, he then thought of his tongue's encounter with her cunt; the long legs guiding his face into the warmth of her slippery crevice, a neat tuft of close cut jet black hair just above the budding clitoris. Claire brought him back to the present, placing her crop under his chin and lifting his head.

'These two girls are making me mighty jealous; there's one pussy here you haven't tasted yet, and you'll be more than ready for it when I think you've earned the right to worship it.' Elsa gave a broad grin and began to do up her coat on looking out of the cab window; the house she had been to once before was now in sight.

The cab traversed a long leafy driveway and came to a halt, the two younger women alighting almost before it stopped, much to the concern of the cab driver who was taken aback further as the ginger haired Martha put her hands about her mouth and let out a blood curdling whooping sound, in most unladylike fashion. Gray alighted in typically accepted fashion and held the door open for his Mistress. She stepped out and smiled softly at the cab driver, who had lurched forward in his seat with mouth agape as he watched the two younger women gallop across the forecourt to the house, their long coats hitched up to reveal legs above the knee.

'The excitement of the journey my man; you should see them after a few whiskies.' The girls were greeted with open arms by maids from the house who came out to assist with baggage, leaving the cab driver to return to town after being paid. They watched as the bemused man craned his neck to look back in disbelief every few yards as he drove away. The maids grinned at the male, looking him up and down as he struggled in the warmth of the sun with one of the larger cases. Martha smiled as she acknowledged their interest.

'Oh yes, he's ours to break in over the next couple of days.' He followed his petit Mistress to the large detached house, its red brick construction typical of the villas and country houses owned by the wealthier businessmen and doctors from London, its outward appearance typically English. Once through the front door, Gray felt as though he had arrived in another country; the walls were plainly whitewashed with no element of patterned wallpaper, but a wavy line about a foot from the ceiling ran down the length of the hallway walls, and several brightly coloured woven mats, obviously the work of native Americans, were hung on the walls. At the far end above the arch to the next rooms was a huge pair of cows horns. The trunks and cases were pulled into the ante room and left for the maids to delve through later, as Claire and the two young ladies removed their coats, the maids taking them, eager to be introduced to the male. Gray having dropped to his knees on entering, as he had been taught to on entering the house of a Mistress.

One of the maids chuckled as she offered him a foot, which he kissed automatically. Claire took a collar and leash from a hook by the door, ready to make her guest feel at home. The maids looked down, pleased to see a male in the house, and one who was so obviously ready to be dominated.

'This is Gray, he is the pet owned by Ella Hempleton. He likes to shoot his semen without permission when enjoying submission; he is here to learn how to control himself, and will please us in doing so.' The maids gave him curt smiles as he bent his head in shame, one of the others now offering a foot which also received his lips.

'Where shall we put his case Mistress?' Claire gave a smug smile.

'Oh, in my room of course. I intend to have full use of his services while he's here. But let's not waste any time; I'm in the mood for a little pleasure now we're back at our English home. Clothes off Gray! We're going to check out our 'ranch' and you are going to be paraded round it.' Gray obeyed and stripped naked, maximising his exposure, the maids giggling as his cock poked a rude salute while Claire buckled his collar. He was kept on all fours and led like a dog by Claire, his view of her tightly corseted rear with stockings, the seams of which teased his eyes up to her ample but firm arse, did nothing to ease his erection as he was shown a huge lounge with polished floorboards and rugs, brown Chesterton style leather seating contrasting with the white sparsely decorated walls. One item which increased his erection was a huge bullwhip which took pride of place over a stone block fireplace; it really did feel as though he had crossed the Atlantic.

The sun beamed in through a row of open French windows to the rear of the lounge, and Claire paused for a moment as they approached them, smiling proudly at Gray as he viewed a a huge and magnificent tree lined garden of several acres; the tall trees and dense shrubbery disguising a wall which ensured the privacy required for Claire to indulge her fantasies, some of which became apparent to Gray as his eyes scanned the grounds, making his anus tingle. The movement of horses in a paddock stole his immediate attention, but he then noticed an ominous looking post with manacles attached to it, and from the gnarled boughs of a lone standing ancient oak, a noose waved gently in the wind. He swallowed hard, then put them out of his mind, focusing on the several outbuildings, one of which was a frontier style log cabin. 

Claire however, was determined to tease and torment Gray in the most sadistic fashion from the outset. She tugged his leash hard and strutted out into the sun with Gray scrambling behind, much to the amusement of Elsa, Martha, and two of the maids whose duties were over.

'We'll show him the whipping post first, something he'll become well acquainted with.' Gray's balls tingled as she made a bee-line across the vast lawn to the stark wooden pole, as they drew closer he noted its apex was ornately carved, the head of a goddess smiling down on those receiving punishment. Claire made his anus tingle in earnest as she stroked the pristine flesh of his back and buttocks.

'I can see you are a stranger to the whip, you will become good friends with it here and will learn to love it's caress; you'll be begging for more by the time it's time to return you to your owner. I've broken many men here, see how nice and shiny the face of the lower half is? The wood seems to thrive on semen, it's been well treated with it.' The women watched with cruel pleasure as Gray paled and swallowed hard. Martha rubbed a finger in the cleft or her camel-toe, which was hot and moist.

'Can we see him whipped now Mistress, I so wanna here him cry.' A wicked grin spread across Claire's face; she wanted him to dwell for a while on what was to come before he received actual punishment.

'He'll receive what's due soon enough Martha, I want to make sure things have been kept in good order while we've been away. There is a selection of whips in the cabin; we'll have him choose one when we get there, let's see the hanging oak next.' Gray was already beginning to sweat and burn in the sun as it approached noon, but the cool shade provided by the oak was tempered by the primary purpose the noble old tree had been utilised for. Gray could not prevent his cock from boning rigid as Claire delighted in showing him the noose; though in complete fear of it, his deeply submissive nature triggered the darkly erotic appeal of being executed by a woman, and Claire knew this.

'This is the place for males who mess spontaneously, even those who don't normally, do so when they dangle here; nothing puts a male in his place like not knowing if his feet will ever touch the ground again. I do so love a lynching, seeing the look on their faces as the stool is kicked away is so invigorating; just a few gentle strokes to the cock is always enough to bring those reluctant to shoot unaided to a pleasing orgasm.' As Gray panted, imagining his own neck in the noose, she was careful not to divulge that no male had actually been snuffed out on the rope; the tease remained as fresh for each male she brought there. Gray was never more relieved to leave the shade of a tree and enter into the hot sun again, as he was at that moment, though he knew he would be made to visit it again before he left.

As they crossed the grass beside the paddock on the way to the cabin, he noted a pole set centrally within it, with a ring at its apex; a well worn circular track orbited it. The path in the soft earth was flat, betraying the fact that the horses within the paddock were not trained there, their hooves had not cut the track. Claire simply grinned at him as she saw his mind work out that equestrian style training would also be something he would endure. Elsa and Martha's lusting restlessness was beginning to show as they entered the cabin, neither had the patience of Claire, and the youthful women had yet to learn and enjoy her pleasure in having a male sweat over what was to come. Elsa broke first as they stood on the porch of the cabin, which was sited so that the view was not interrupted by any other building, just a view of the far trees.

'Please Mistress Claire, may we show him how good we are with the ropes? Just 15 minutes or so, I do love to see a bound male struggle... and a little whipping when he's bound would be nice.' Claire opened the double doors of the cabin with a grin; she was ready to have Gray know a little pain. The bemused pet was taken to the middle of the cabin floor and made to kneel as Claire sat in a throne-like wicker chair, and gave a simplistic nod to the two younger women, smiling and crossing her legs to give Gray a good look at the thighs he lusted to have his head between. As the two giggling women opened a door and disappeared into a room, Gray surveyed the cabin which was every inch what he'd expect to see in Kansas, Tennessee, or the like; it was sparsely furnished with tall glass oil lamps, and an iron stove at one end, sporting a well used black coffee pot and various utensils. His cock perked as he noticed several braided whips hanging snake-like from a plain wooden table.

He was still looking at the whips, with balls tingling, when he heard the ginger girl whoop as she had when leaving the cab. Before he could turn, a thin rope looped about his neck, seemingly coming from nowhere, and he gasped as it was pulled tight, making him keel over; Martha had lassoed him. As he fell to the floor he noticed the two maids sat close to each other on a wooden bench seat; they had hiked their skirts up to reveal pert little cunts, each being stroked by the other as they anticipated a show they had no doubt seen before. As he gasped for breath, the two young harpies were upon him, and as quick as he looked up to see two delicious camel-toes straddling him, his wrists and ankles were bound in a flash. Claire's cunt tingled as she watched her girls humiliate Gray with consummate ease, noting his cock poke rigid, as the submissive delight at the feeling of being trussed like an animal overcame him. 

He gasped as the ropes cut into his flesh, his limbs pulled this way and that, he groaned as his head was pulled back, tied to both ankles, which in turn were held apart by his arms which were drawn back, splaying his legs to expose his balls as he was rocked on his erect cock which was close to spending as the girls dominated him with their art. Claire saw the raw submissive excitement in his eyes, and though she looked forward to whipping him at the pole, her true lust was in having him all to herself in the comfort of her grand bedroom that night, where he would be dominated to her own personal satisfaction. 

Gray groaned in a mixture of discomfort and a newly discovered pleasure, as the girls turned his trussed carcass so that his belly poked up from his arched back as he rested on head, arms an bent legs. As he tried to flex in his bonds, he saw Martha from his upside down perspective, kneel, spread her legs, and slip her camel-toe up to his face. She giggled as she nestled her crotch up to his face, watching his vulnerable cock which was already hard, bone rigid as he sniffed at the warm cunt pressed to his face. His sniffing turned to grunts and groans as Elsa took some thin cord and smiled wickedly as she tightly bound his cock and then slowly wound the neck of his scrotum, forcing his balls down tight to the bottom of his sack. The two maids began to moan with pleasure as they heard his muffled cries of pain, their eager clitorises rubbed hard on seeing the symbol of his masculinity dominated so cruelly.

The scent of the ginger cunt and the ecstasy of the maids was almost too much for Gray as Elsa's own cunt buzzed with satisfaction as the sneering black haired girl twisted and pulled the cords tight, the coil of thin rope wound tight and making a solid column of his tortured cock, the flange of his bell-end teased delightfully by a stiff collar of cord; pre-cum oozed down the restrictive spiral which had him know he was owned. His balls were now forced several inches lower than their normal position by the lower coil; the mixture of pain and his balls aching to come reduced him to a new nadir of submission as he writhed in the exquisite bondage, he so wanted to spend but knew he must not.

Martha moaned in ecstasy as she treated herself to an orgasm at the expense of the captive's face, her pleasure causing a chain reaction with the maids whose inward knees pressed hard against each other's as they splayed their legs to display their wet cunts in orgasm; the cacophony of pleasured female sounds having Gray need to muster all his willpower not to shoot as they registered their spiteful triumph. Claire's cunt oozed as she sat quietly and studied the face of absolute defeat, when Martha eased back from it; her desire to see him whipped soundly was now her priority. Elsa had not come, and would now see her handiwork put to good use as she received satisfaction. She smiled at the panting maids as Gray's arched back was allowed a little relief as she rolled him back onto his belly, gesturing to them to come over.

Gray's balls now poked out invitingly from under his arse, vulnerable on the hard floorboards. She pointed the two maids to them before kneeling at his head and easing her bulging camel-toe into his face.

'Go gals, put your boots on those balls and let him know who owns him.' She grinned with spite, her clitoris budding with dominant pleasure on being rubbed on Gray's tortured face, as the equally spiteful maids slowly put a boot each on either testicle, giggling as they applied pressure and tested the flexibility of his bound balls. Despite the severe pain, Gray's cock squirmed erect below his belly against the boards, the deep carnal aura of masochistic submission making him yearn to know the pleasures of what he had seen outside; as he whimpered like a child into the warmth of Elsa's cunt, he was not to be denied his wish. Claire waited for Elsa to arch her back and groan in pure ecstasy before leaving her seat. Elsa slumped back, but the maids received a look from their Mistress which encouraged them to continue. She took Gray's head by the hair and looked deep into his eyes.

'More pressure girls. I'll have him know pain as he begs for the whip.' Gray's eyes were hypnotised with a lust to be dominated to oblivion by the petit grey haired woman as he witnessed the sadism in those brown eyes, her red lips pursing into a mean smile of satisfaction as his face contorted with pain. He wanted the maid to crush his balls as he saw the pleasure his pain gave her, but so wanted to come in submission before the spiteful maids burst them. She half closed her eyes and licked her lips as he shed tears like a baby, on the maids taking pleasure in squeezing his balls hard under their boots.

'Beg to be whipped! Beg!' Gray, gasped and stuttered under the immense pain, his voice as broken as his will.

'Whip me ... I..Oohh! ... I beg you... whip me Mistress Claire.' She looked deep into his eyes, her cunt tingling, and allowed the maids to continue for a short while as she savoured his pain, then laughed cruelly and waved the maids away.

'You girls may untie him now, then we'll have him choose a whip.' The two young women reluctantly undid his bodily ties, enjoying watching him groan as he writhed on the floor stretching his aching limbs, then looked to his genitals before looking to Claire.

'OK, let him keep the pleasure of bound cock and balls; it'll keep him keen under the whip.' She look his leash and tugged him to the table where the braided demons hung.

'Which of these would you like to tease your flesh? They'll all mark you most proficiently.' Gray's anus tingled as his bewilderment on being made to choose the tool of his own punishment rankled with his impatient submissive desire; he nosed toward a soft looking black leather whip, which had obviously been put to good use on prior occasions. Claire grinned as she picked it up and offered it to his mouth.




Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 14



'Open wide boy. You'll carry it to the pole; that'll stop your snivelling and you'll get a feel of it's weight too.' The girls giggled as The leashed and tearful Gray was made to take the whip in his teeth, and was led out on all fours like a lamb to the slaughter, the whip laid over his back and trailing from between his arse cheeks like a tail. Claire kept his head up high with the leash ensuring his eyes remained focused on the distant pole which grew ever nearer, the dominant woman enjoying every step on their approach, Gray's cock pulsing in its bound coil of cord as the pole on which he would be broken with the whip loomed closer and closer. The girls sneered with anticipation a Claire took his nose right up to the pole to have him view the darkly shaded area on the stark pole's smooth surface, his teeth biting hard on the leather whip as he panted in trepidation.

'You can see where so many men have lost control in defeat and paid homage to my pole with the surrender of their seed. There is little which I find quite as pleasing as seeing a male taken beyond his limits and writhe at the pole in perfect agony, still defiant, only to accept the inevitable total submission and give up his mess in confirmation of my dominance. You, however, will not come. You'll know the delights of submission but will not spend here. You've been guilty of disobedience with your seed, and will pay for your impudence. Stand!' She gave a warm rub of his chest as he loomed above her, then sneered as she showed him the thick rubber tube he had picked up before leaving the cabin. She teased his erect cock to make it perk to maximum rigidity, then squeezed the tube over his bell-end, rendering it impervious to any sensation. She grinned wickedly.

'This is my pacifier, I love to teach men control with it, and you'll enjoy the whip so much more without the distraction of pleasure; it'll make my task so much more pleasurable, knowing you're fully focused on the pain.' The girls giggled as she took the whip from his mouth and they lifted his arms and manacled his wrists behind the pole, a strap then buckled around his ankles keeping him close up against it. Gray tried hard to focus on the swaying trees in the distance as his nullified cock boned on hearing Claire take steps back and unleash the whip into the air, testing it with a vicious and resonating crack, which echoed back from those very trees as if to mock him. To add to his misery, he jerked with fear as the crack of the whip coincided with a hand fondling the soft flesh of his arse as Elsa, Martha, and the two maids drifted past to observe his punishment from beyond the pole, smiling and sneering as they relaxed on the soft grass at angles either side of it to witness his pain. Elsa lay back with her legs spread and gently stroked a finger up and down the black camel-toe as she elevated her head to watch.

Claire licked her lips and whisked the serpentine whip behind her, then sent it snaking toward Gray's exposed and tender flesh. He howled with pain as the braided leather and star like tip kissed his buttocks, leaving a glowing red line as it dropped to be whisked back again, Gray's tears erupted almost immediately as Claire's second spiteful application achieved the perfect crack of the flexing whip, the end of the vicious tail biting into his flesh, his body tensing with the searing pain and making him gasp in agony, sagging at the pole. His despair only served to fuel Claire's sadism, her cunt now wet with excitement, she delivered three more searing lashes in quick succession and watched with satisfaction as Gray writhed in agony at the pole. He moaned continually now, the additional pain from his wrists as the manacles cut into them, providing little distraction from the whip which felt as though it were red hot, his flesh burning as each delivery cruelly scored his flesh. The sweat ran down his back, increasing the pain as his own salty secretions ran into the cut and blistered wheals on his back and buttocks.

Martha and the two maids laughed as Elsa groaned too; awarding herself a delightful and satisfying orgasm as she was entertained by the contortions of Gray's face and his cries of misery. They applauded as a winnowing crack of the leather demon sent droplets of sweat into the air, providing a fine spray of crystalline droplets which shone in the sunlight. Claire relented after she too, began to sweat, and Gray sagged almost lifeless, unable to show any further resistance to the humbling punishment. Claire surveyed his panting body with sadistic satisfaction, the girls laughed as she pulled the tube from his cock to inspect whether his control had remained intact. It was at that point that Martha's curiosity about something got the better of her.

'Why has he still got a flap of skin that covers his bell-end? None of the other boys back home have that.' Claire grinned at the ginger girl's naive innocence. 

'Boys tend to have it removed back home, it's called a foreskin; maybe we should do his Mistress a favour and cut it off him while he's here.' Gray swallowed hard, he had yearned for the whipping and had paid dearly for his curiosity, but the thought of having his manhood sliced did not appeal in any way. Claire was thrilled by his anxiety and it gave her a refreshingly sadistic urge.

'Let's get him back to the house and see how he takes to the knife; it would be nice to have him in order when he goes back to his Mistress.' Gray's mind ran riot, and the searing pain he felt when his wrists were released and his lowered arms pulled the tortured skin on his back taut, did little to deflect the terror that he now believed his cock may suffer. The cruel females watched with pleasure as Gray's lips trembled as he looked to dare offering some protest. One of the maids lifted a vicious looking leather gag from her pinafore and passed it to her Mistress, blushing slightly at having it on her person. Claire laughed as she swiftly buckled it so nonchalantly around the bewildered male's mouth.

'Oh Maisie, I can see the sort of games you and Olive have playing while we've been away, but never mind; we'll have no protests or pleas from our male, and it'll quieten his cries too!' Gray was now in some discomfort, both physically and mentally as he was led across the lawn back to the impressive house, the rope coil still helping his cock maintain its rigidity despite the pain offered by his back and arse as the motion of his body teased the swelling wheals on his flesh which pulled the blistered skin tight. Gray was led into a small room where what looked like a physician's operating table awaited him. He waited trembling in the corner as Claire and the two girls prepared it with a polished routine that they all obviously knew so well. 

The padded leather bench was first draped with a waterproof tarpaulin to protect the leather from blood or bodily fluids, then wet towels were laid upon it most precisely and delicately by the women, who gave Gray casual glances and wicked miles, ensuring he was paying attention. The terrified Gray could not look anywhere else, and his heart raced as he watched the shapely thighs and arses move about the menacing table, the sight doing little to calm his fear. The grinning women had him know that the next part of the procedure was one which he would really appreciate, and all three faced him across the table, wearing satisfied smiles as the wet towelling was liberally doused with a generous layer of salt. Claire strutted over to him, and taking his leash in one hand, casually wiped the salt from the other across his back, enjoying watching him flinch as the alkaline stung his wounds.

'There! Just a taste of what you can expect.' She led the cowering male to the table and the three were more than eager in helping the reluctant Gray up on to it. They held him tight, and forced him down as he grunted in agony on the salt burning into the wheals on his buttocks, strapping him down as he bucked and contorted with his back feeling as though it were on fire. They stood smiling and enjoyed watching him writhe in pain, his chest and thighs heaving against the straps, his muffled cries through the gag exciting Claire in particular. Gray's eyes streamed as he tensed and moaned, each squirming movement opening another phase of pain as the salt teased wounds until then untouched. It was a good ten minutes before his numbed body capitulated and he rested, snorting air through his nostrils, his chest pumping.

His eyes looked up to see a smiling Claire, her nipples poking excitedly through the fabric of her bodice, she twirled a scalpel in her fingers, her brown eyes alive with mischief.

'Now your cuts have been cleansed and that pain is over with, let's take a look at your cock.' Elsa, Martha, and the two maids stood close as Gray squirmed, giving their ubiquitous contented and spiteful smiles as Claire's delicate hand toyed with his roped cock, making it pulse to a full erection while he struggled against the bonds. She held the scalpel high, closing her eyes and pressing it against her lips, the thought of cutting his cock making her cunt tingle so sweetly. She opened her eyes again and smiled down at him.

'I don't think we need these cords anymore; try not to wriggle boy, I don't want to castrate you by accident, Ella would not be pleased with that.' The wicked smiles given by all five females had Gray's cock stiff with submissive excitement despite his fear, and Claire took great pleasure in teasing pre-cum from his bell-end with a delicate index finger.

'I do believe he likes the idea of being cut girls. I am going to enjoy this; I've not had the chance to use the knife on a male since we removed that cowboy's balls that time.' Elsa stroked Gray's face softly.

'Oh yes...and he wasn't wearing a gag; you should have heard him beg to keep his balls, and the way he hollered when we sliced them off..' They laughed as Gray tensed and immediately tried to offer a muffled protest himself. Claire held his cock high like a small turkey about to be throttled, then out of Gray's eyesight, pushed the blunt end of the scalpel up against his exposed sack. They had a good laugh at his expense as he jerked in fear, snorting through his nostrils in terror at the thought of having his sack punctured. Claire squeezed his cock hard.

'Now you keep still; I have to remove these cords before I can see where your cock needs slicing.' His cock throbbed in her hand as he saw the contentment on the grey haired woman's face, her soft features, illuminating brown eyes and red lips, belying the fact that this was a woman who had ruthlessly dominated many males to her satisfaction. Gray was now experiencing some of the subtle yet sadistic talents that she enjoyed so much. His whole body tensed in the straps as she took his bell-end between thumb and forefinger, and gently nicked at the cords around his sack with the menacing scalpel, and he sighed with a brief moment of relief as the tension on his tortured sack was relieved, his balls easing back in comfort. This was short lived however, Martha gently applying her fingers to his nipples and slowly increasing the pressure, her bitchy pleasure increasing as she pinched her fingers tight in knowing that the pain made Gray want to squirm, her Mistress at his cock with the lethal scalpel. Claire grinned with satisfaction as she cut the cord from his erect member.

'Oh Martha, Don't be so impatient to see him bleed! He'll give plenty when he's sliced, and his Mistress will be so pleased to see his nice smooth cock permanently expressing the bell-end she owns.' Gray snorted as the gag prevented his gasping on Claire stroking his boning cock, now free of the coil of cord and making it feel very exposed and vulnerable indeed. Her slender hand slipped up and down the rigid member, teasing the bell-end which she was threatening to leave bereft of the flesh which covered it when flaccid. Her cunt swelled as she watched his body tense in the straps, delighting in his terror.

'It's so hard to see where to slice when he's hard; you can see by his excitement that he's keen to know the knife; perhaps we should milk him to cool his ardour, I can then lop off the foreskin with ease.' She laughed as Gray's cock pulsed in her hand and dribbled pre-cum, as if to signal its willingness; its owner, though terrified, yearned to come as his submission to the mature woman's domination was felt in no uncertain terms. Claire's sadism rose as his cock perked in obedience, as though beckoning to the scalpel; she had no intention of actually carrying out the circumcision, she could not re-model her friend's property that way without her consent, but she would enjoy torturing Gray mentally. She lifted the scalpel high with one hand to let him see it, while circling the underside of his bell-end with a finger.

'No, I think I'll just cut it round here and be done with it.' She dropped the scalpel out of his sight and felt his whole body tense to match the boning erection as he prepared to scream in agony. With a smile, the cruel woman turned the blunt side of the scalpel to his flesh and laughed as he gasped in shock at feeling the cold steel but no pain. The girls laughed with her as she then grabbed the loose flesh of his scrotum.

'You're not getting away with no pain, I'll make my mark just the same.' She held the loose scrotal skin tight between finger and thumb, then with the point of the scalpel, slowly began scoring her initials on his sack. Gray whimpered in pain as the 'C' was cruelly embellished on his sack, making Elsa, Martha, and the maids giggle with pleasure. Claire's cunt tingled as she enjoyed his pain.

'Oh don't carry on so! It's just a scratch, nothing permanent.' Martha grabbed a chair and placed it a the end of the bench behind his head.

'I'll stop his whining.' She stepped up on the chair and placed her hands either side of his head, then slowly sat back, lowering her generous arse over his face. Gray sniffed hard through his nose and grunted into the ball-gag as his face was enveloped by the soft flesh and hot gusset, wet with the young female's excitement. She eased her cunt over his nose, making his cock dribble pre-cum as the spice of her aroused cleft tortured his senses, the others laughing as Martha slipped back and forth, using his nose and gag to excite both cunt and arsehole. Gray now thought in earnest on Ella's warning about Mistress Claire's penchant for extreme sadism, his cock boning despite his terror as he felt the scalpel on his sack once more. Claire sneered with cruel satisfaction on hearing his muffled cries enveloped by Martha's slippery cunt as she etched 'F' and 'B' on the stretched and tender skin of his scrotum.

'There! We can't have it going septic though, that just wouldn't do.' She took a handful of salt and delighted in seeing him writhe in pain as she liberally rubbed the stinging condiment into the freshly scored sack. Her cunt would now wait no longer, her arousal peaking as she yearned to have the defeated male all to herself for a while.

'Untie him girls. It's time he gave thanks for his pleasure in my bedroom.' She looked to the two maids who stood in coy innocence as Martha and Elsa unbound the hapless Gray; they knew the signs which heralded the pleasure both soft girls enjoyed.

'I believe you two have some explaining to do regarding your behaviour while we were away, I do hope you're more than ready to receive Martha and Elsa's attentions over the matter.' The two maids gave soft smirks and lowered their heads slightly, their cunts already hotly aroused by the day; they knew of the delights to come as they were chastened by the two more robust girls, on confessing how they'd taken turns in being tied, whipped, then fucked with the strap-on phallus. Martha and Elsa grinned at the sweetly submissive maids with spiteful eyes; the two would more than compensate for the loss of the submissive male to their Mistress.

Gray was more than ready to spend after his ordeal, the soreness of his sack eclipsed by the aching of the balls within as he was led up the grand staircase with its walls adorned with cow horns and native American artefacts. Claire stepped with dominant pride as she led the naked and leashed property of her friend to know the pleasures of her authority on all fours, stopping on the landing to take a spiteful looking horsewhip from the wall, and smiling broadly at her two young charges who ascended after them; the two maids also stripped naked, leashed and more than ready to know submission to the two spiteful girls who proudly led them. Gray's cock pulsed as the two were marshalled side by side, their pert nubile bottoms facing him. Claire saw his eagerness as the two maids flexed their sweet smelling anuses at him.

'Lick their assholes Gray. Show them your acknowledgment that even they are your superiors, they may wish to cane you after they've been shown their place in the pecking order of this house.' Gray gratefully lapped and probed at the tart tang of the tight, hot arseholes like the dog he'd become, the maids sighing and squirming their wet cunts as he did so. Claire thoroughly enjoying his obedience.

'See how a male must always be treated girls, his inferiority must be demonstrated at all times.' Gray's cock dribbled as his tongue tasted the hot arseholes which clenched and dilated at his probing, Martha grinning as she displayed an ample strap-on in her free hand.

'That's it Gray, get them nice and lubricated, they's goin' to need it.' He gasped as the second sweet orifice was tugged away, and the maids were led to know the pleasures of the smooth wooden cock. He jumped as Claire cut the air with her horsewhip, then tugged him to her bedroom door.

'It's been a while since I used this whip, the last male to taste it was left staked out in the dessert, Lord knows what became of him.'