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Freedom and the Widow Ch. 01

By: Sputnik57



Victoria Anita Cavendish had led a very secure and sheltered life, her husband had kept her on a pedestal and her typically upper-middle-class background had unconsciously allowed her to be controlled by him throughout their married life. This was never a strict control, but merely what was perceived as the natural order of Husband leading doting wife; a Victorian concept which she had accepted without truly realising it.

Sex was something which had procured her two children, now grown up and both living abroad; it was rarely something which was enjoyed for its erotic pleasure, she had dutifully laid down for her husband of course, but apart from those fleeting first years of marriage, this was a rare routine and she rarely reached orgasm, except on those occasions when she let her mind wander to a dark alter ego which she was quick to dismiss when her portly husband had finished grunting. It was always her dutiful routine; a nudge in the back and then a little dabble at her vagina with blunt fingers was what passed for foreplay; the probing for five minutes and the grunting, followed by a kiss goodnight. She loved him, but knew nothing of lust and excitement.

Now at 52 he was gone, leaving her with a large detached house and huge insurance pay-out. As soon as she stepped back over the threshold on returning from the funeral with a few close friends and relatives, she felt a change come over her; she didn't know what it was, but as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her prim and still shapely form dressed in black, she felt how it was somehow suited to her. A couple of Her close friends who lived in nearby houses, one divorced, and another whose husband attended the family home about as regularly as Halley's comet, were quick to comfort Her and spoke of 'the bridge club' and other activities she could now attend more often. It was then that she caught the smile of the woman who had arranged the flowers; someone known to a friend of a friend, so Victoria had invited her through common courtesy, she had noticed her look of disdain at perpetuating her mundane life. She cut in as she adjusted a bouquet at the table.

"I think a nice holiday in the sun is what you'd need." And she turned and walked to the far end of the table where another bouquet required her attention, and out of ear-shot. The two friends sneered at each-other as Victoria pondered what she'd said; a little warm sun appeared in the back of her mind. She turned to her friends.

"Who is that lady? I know she has a floral business but that's all." The divorced one, Angela, looked down her nose as she peeked over the shoulder at the flower woman, who was also middle-aged, shapely, and had a certain presence about her.

"That is Wanda Summers, she is a very 'independent' lady, acquired house, business, and fortune from various husbands... some say her floral business is just a cover for something else; she doesn't have to work after all; it can't be that much of a hobby." The 'Business Widow', Martha, concurred.

"Yes, she lives on her own and is often seen fleetingly with male companions, though she never seems to be with the same one for long; not publicly anyhow, I suppose she may have a special one at home, but no-one's ever been introduced." Victoria looked enviously at the 'Independent' woman; she saw how men smartly stepped aside as she went about her arrangements, not out of routine masculine courtesy as they would with a female like her, they somehow seemed in awe of Wanda Summers. Victoria's pussy tingled with a strange awe also.

As soon as Martha and Angela scuttled off to bore another bridge companion, Victoria took her chance to talk with the woman. She was in a convenient corner, out of earshot of most of the guests.

"Err... hello, Wanda? I'd like to thank you for the beautiful displays; it has made the day so much easier." The brown eyed woman smiled warmly.

"It's really my pleasure, I so love flowers; you must come and see my garden sometime. I suspect you have been feeling it, now you are on your own." Victoria responded almost automatically to the suggestion, surprising herself with her answer.

"Actually, I've been feeling rather optimistic, almost elated, and seeing your independent way has inspired me as much as your flowers." Wanda smiled knowingly and clasped her hand.

"Kept you like a bird in a cage did he? You don't have to wear black and play bridge all day now he's gone you know." She watched intently as Victoria turned her head wistfully and looked at the grey and unexciting people behind her; a life she wished to leave behind her. Victoria turned to face her again and smiled wickedly.

"Oh, I don't mind wearing black, it makes me feel sort of 'sexy', but I think I'd like to see that garden of yours; would tomorrow be too soon?" Wanda was delighted; she knew from the few moments with Victoria that there was a side to her which was bursting to free itself like a caged animal. Her possible penchant for black was a good sign she would have 'independent' traits like hers.

"Tomorrow would be just fine!" She gave Victoria a business card and they arranged a time.

Gradually the house emptied and Victoria slumped in a lounge chair, filling a wine glass to the brim, she gulped down a copious amount and laughed aloud as she kicked off her shoes and left them in the middle of the floor; there was a time a very short while ago, when she would never have dreamed of discarding them so; she would have meekly attended the shoe cupboard and placed them there in an orderly fashion; neither would she have been so liberal and un-ladylike with the wine. She had loved her husband, but found she was more in a state of relief than in mourning. As she downed more wine she caught sight of the reflection of her legs in a full-length mirror which had been placed by Wanda to further emphasise her flower arrangements. Victoria studied her black stocking clad legs and hiked her dress up several inches; yes, her thighs were still in good shape and could do with a little more exposure, she thought. Her mind went first to short dresses and stilettos and then to the outrageous thought of a skimpy bikini on a beach somewhere. She sighed and then giggled; the world was her oyster, and she would be glad to glean some worldly advice from someone she intended to make a friend of, tomorrow.

Victoria wound the window right down and sampled the fresh breeze through her hair as she drove to the address on the card; it was not far off, in an equally well-to-do area, her bridge friends had been right, she had done well for herself. She pulled into the drive of a substantial Italianate detached house which must have had at least six bedrooms. The warm glow of the spring sun radiated from its painted stucco walls as she rang the bell in the formidable oak front door. She was a little taken aback when a man-servant opened the door and bowed before ushering her in. She smiled to herself as he walked her through the hall of the house, past a magnificent staircase, through to huge patio doors which led to a poolside canopy, under which sat Wanda who smiled broadly.

Victoria was offered a seat by the man-servant who bowed again and left. Wanda clicked her fingers and another male attendant appeared; she simply pointed to a decanter on the table which was half empty. The male attendant was back within a minute with a full one, with fresh ice and two glasses, he bowed and left. Wanda smiled in a satisfied way as he went.

"I do so prefer male servants, don't you?" Victoria had never had a male servant, butler or home-help of any description, but something about the way Wanda simply pointed and they obeyed immediately made her tingle a little; she wished she'd had.

"I wouldn't know; I've only ever had a lady come and do the cleaning chores." Wanda noted her mischievous smile as she responded and looked lustily to where he had departed too.

"They are so obedient and hard-working, given the proper training; maybe we could find one for you, now you will have better things to do than be the dutiful house-wife." She smiled knowingly at her new companion, who was showing more and more, the signs which would mean she would be like-minded. Victoria took a deep breath, her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled in earnest; she couldn't hide the fact that something within her found the idea of having an obedient male at her command, very appealing indeed.

Freedom and the Widow Ch. 02



Wanda showed Victoria around the closer edges of her large garden; the lawn was impeccably trimmed and wed free, various blooms such as blood-red roses shone out like beacons. A gardener tending the plants stopped and bowed as they approached.

"That's OK Bradbury, you may carry on. You're doing a very good job; you do enjoy giving your time to arrange things just as I want them, don't you?" The gardener swallowed hard before replying, a little shy of the woman accompanying Wanda, and aware of her slightly puzzled expression, but still very keen to be of service to the woman who owned the garden, and everything in it.

"Yes madam, I am very pleased to be of service to you, and hope that you will allow me continue to be of use to your associates."  Victoria gave a wry smile and found her pussy tingling once more as she viewed the male, who kept his head slightly bowed before the woman, who was obviously very much in charge.

"Oh yes Bradbury, I am very happy to retain you; I understand you will be tending Charlotte Ray's garden later on, I understand you like to be of service to her too?" Victoria suddenly felt as though she were also in command as Bradbury blushed visibly as he responded.

"Yes madam, very much so." Wanda gave a satisfied smile as she gestured to the male to continue work and the two continued their stroll. Victoria was as much astounded at the absolute confidence of her new friend as she was of the male's obvious willingness to serve in a way which more than hinted at the relationship being more than just that of a dutiful employee to employer; he enjoyed giving his time- was he doing it for free? Victoria was about to ask, when Wanda sniggered knowingly and moved to the next subject, though keeping her keen on what she'd just witnessed.

"Talking of Charlotte Ray, she and some of my other friends have a little place to go abroad, where we often have get-togethers, or just go individually when the whim takes us. It's at another friend's villa in St Tropez; the cost would be very minimal if you'd like to come with me. I'm thinking of going in a couple of days' time; I know it's short notice but I'm sure you would appreciate it, it's nice and warm at this time of year." Victoria needed no time to make a decision, she liked more and more what she saw of Wanda's lifestyle, and would be glad to meet friends of hers.

"I'd love too! But I think I'll need to do some clothes shopping over the next couple of days; I'd so like to get away from my old image as soon as possible." Wanda smiled as she looked Victoria up and down; she was dressed neatly but plainly and Wanda knew that this shapely and attractive middle-aged woman would easily be transformed into the sort of woman she and her associates would be proud to have as a friend.

"That's fantastic; would you mind if I came shopping with you? I know it's probably been a while since you went clothes shopping 'just for fun' as it were; you said you liked black? When we go to St Tropez, I shall take you to a boutique that we all frequent out there; you'll be amazed." Victoria was more than happy to have Wanda accompany her, and the two went that very afternoon, and the following day. Wanda took her to some of her favourite places and Victoria was soon treating herself to curve hugging dresses, skirts and blouses; spikey shoes soon followed. She took in a deep breath and revelled in a little self-esteem as she viewed herself in the full length mirror whilst trying a black blouse and black pencil skirt; this was incredibly risqué to her, and she could not wait to get away to the Mediterranean to flaunt her new-found shape and persona. She was so glad Wanda was there to encourage her; she might never have dared had she been alone. Before they parted on the day before their flight, Wanda gave her a couple of website addresses, of groups she was with, and one about St Tropez.  She smiled wickedly as she mentioned one site.

"Take everything you see there with a pinch of salt; I hope you won't find anything too shocking, I know you've been 'out of circulation' for a while." Victoria bade her goodbye till tomorrow and drove home like the wind to finish packing and view the sites; she normally used the computer for no more than checking bank accounts, e-mailing friends, or on-line shopping; she was to be awakened to a world she had only previously thought about when deep in orgasm. As she keyed in the address, she took a deep breath and smiled at the logo, which was a woman wearing a crown and pointing upwards. She found input from Wanda, who had given her username and followed some of the topics; her spine tingled and she glowed with pleasure as she read of the assertiveness of her fellow females and down-to-earth talk of the best ways to keep males under control, how to get the best from a male servant, fairness in the treatment of men who needed know their place.

She gasped at some of the entries which advised of other sites; having tapped them in feverishly, she found herself gently toying with her pussy as she viewed dialogues and pictures of mature women with men willingly kneeling at their feet. She interjected sessions on the computer with trying on her new outfits prior to packing them. She stood proudly in black blouse and pencil skirt, viewing herself in the mirror with one eye, whilst viewing the computer screen displaying an assertive woman in charge of an obedient male with the other; this was the outfit she'd wear to go out there. It would be hot, but they were to arrive in the evening; she would so like to have a male like the one in the picture, and now knew how this may be achieved. She stripped naked except for black stockings and stilettos, and worked herself to a satisfying orgasm as she viewed the pictures of males controlled by women, and contacts from males pledging their souls to assertive middle-aged women. She gritted her teeth in ecstasy as a whole new world opened up before her.

Wanda applauded her new friend when she arrived dressed for the trip the next day; she pointed two man-servants at the car, and they eagerly took her luggage from it before parking it for her. Bothe gave her as casual a glance as they could without seeming to stare; her nipples hardened as she sensed they were in awe of her. Wanda beamed with delight at the attractive pencil skirted woman before her.

"What a transformation! We are certainly going to have some fun when we're out there, and you will be so happy to wear just what you want when you come back. Trust me." Victoria got a similar buzz from the attentions of the cab driver; his voice broke as he dared ask where they were flying to from the airport as he respectfully accepted a tip and ushered some porters over to help with the luggage, Victoria smiled as she noted the bulge in his loose leggings. Wanda smiled sternly and offered her reply.

"We're off to southern Europe to purchase some male slaves." The cab driver smiled weakly as his bulge increased; he simply accepted the response without question.  The two women strutted off as the porters pushed their luggage behind them.

Victoria got a real buzz as the doors of the airliner were opened after it had taxied to its destination after landing; the warmth hit her as soon as the doors were opened. She had been abroad many times before, but never under these circumstances; two weeks in a villa or hotel somewhere, sat by a pool or on a beach while her husband relaxed had seemed OK at the time, but she knew this was going to be different and she was already intent on doing this as often as she could.

Wanda clenched Victoria's hand as the cab wound its way up to her friend's villa in the hills overlooking the Plage de Pampelonne; a beautiful stretch of beach popular with all who visited St Tropez. The 'villa' was more like a chateau; Victoria smiled and gasped as she viewed the beautiful building; rambling roses adorning the lower reaches of its white walls, and soft orange lamps glowed welcomingly in the twilight of the warm evening. Even before the cab had come to a halt, the large front doors opened and a woman in a sari like dress clapped her hands and two man-servants dressed in loose white tops and bottoms scurried out obediently and were overseen by the woman who carried a short crop in her hand. As the bags were lifted from the car the cab driver smiled knowingly at the woman in the sari and licked his lips. She merely turned her nose up at him with an air of superiority as he got back in and drove off. Victoria's jaw dropped slightly as the woman in the dark green sari whipped out at one of the males to encourage a little more haste from him; her pussy was already moist with imagining what would greet her here; she was not disappointed by this introduction. Wanda smiled at her friend's obvious enthusiasm for what she saw.

"I now know you will love being here, you will be a different woman when we return home, but enough of that; lets enjoy our stay."  The woman with the sari turned to them, having ensured the males had carried out their duty efficiently; her stern complexion changed immediately into a warm smile as the two servants disappeared into the house.

"Hello again Wanda ... and you must be Victoria, I have heard a little about you and know you'll be very comfortable here and most welcome. Madam Cherie is anxious to help you, following your sad loss and will help you discover a whole new outlook." She winked a Victoria who was already feeling more than comfortable, even before entering the house.

"Madame Cherie apologises for not being able to meet you at the door; she is being attended to in the main conservatory; please follow me."  They followed the elegant woman into the palatial building, which was lavishly furnished; many pictures hung on the walls in various positions, all were of female subjects; some simply portraits, others of ancient or mythical scenes, depicting victorious women slaying beasts or males. They passed several rooms with open doors which were decorated in deep colours and furnished with plush black leather seating. They entered a huge conservatory bedecked with exotic plants and cane furniture; in the middle on a chaise-longue rested a mature and buxom red-headed woman, her hair up in a bun, giving her ample proportions a seriousness that could not be denied. Kneeling at her feet was a nervous looking male, naked but for a pair of white shorts; he trembled as he carefully painted her toe-nails a bright cherry-red. He nearly emptied the contents of the bottle as his mistress jolted with a start in recognition of her guests' arrival. She held her arms apart as she greeted Wanda.

"Please forgive me! I'm so glad to have you back here again; you do not come often enough, and Victoria? Wanda told me so much about you in a call the other day, I feel as though I know you already, I'm sure we'll be very close friends."  The male blushed as red as the nail varnish with this unexpected audience; it would not have been necessary to make him aware, and he knew his mistress would make good use of the situation. She looked sternly down at him.

"I would have met you at the door; only this servant was so close to completing his task. You see he was caught doing something that males are keen to do much too often, whilst viewing some guests by the pool from an upper window.  The maid who caught him was so pleased to convey this to me; she will have her reward tomorrow, in full view of all the other female staff, and what will she do LeClerc?" She lifted her toes deftly, making the kneeling male delay his work on her nails and look up to respond.

"She will cane me mistress." She smiled with pleasure and pointed to her toes once more.

"Yes LeClerc here has rather got in the way of my schedule, but I trust you ladies will understand that I must install discipline within my household at all times." She looked a little sterner as LeClerc looked almost pleased at what he faced.

"I warn you LeClerc, if you are caught again, I may think that you are allowing your submissive nature to take over completely, and are purposely taking advantage of disciplinary action. If so you will be ejected from the household."  With that the male's attitude changed completely. Cherie sneered victoriously as he bowed to the floor before her feet.

"Please mistress, I would never do that, I cherish serving you so much." Cherie patted his head and smiled.

"You just finish that last toe-nail, I know how you've enjoyed doing my hands and feet, and especially the Brazilian. If you behave well after your discipline tomorrow, I may reward you."  Wanda chuckled as Victoria looked on, dumbstruck; someone of her background was unlikely to know what a 'Brazilian' was, and the intimate nature of one being executed by a male servant would be beyond her wildest dreams.  The male finished his task and left the room. They would now have Cherie's undivided attention.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 03



Cherie now hugged Victoria and looked her up and down with a smile.

"I can see that Wanda has helped you bring you out of yourself within a very short time, though I suspect that the true realisation was all yours; I was in a similar position a few years ago. I had a husband whom I loved dearly, but there was always something missing. When he went I found that so many men are willing to do just as they are told, and are really there for our pleasure alone. Looking at you now, I know you will come to fully appreciate that. Come, let's go outside by the pool and have a drink, it is such a warm evening."

Victoria strutted through to the pool in her stilettos and tight pencil skirt; her breasts firm with nipples protruding excitedly through the silk as she stepped out to the softly lit area by the illuminated pool, the air was warmer outside than within the house. She looked out across the vista that greeted her; lights twinkling in the distance as they ran in an arc around the Plage de Pampelonne, this was truly an enchanting place. Cherie had them sat comfortably as they chatted and were served in obedient fashion by many man-servants as two maids frolicked in the pool, their duties over, they also clicked their fingers at the dutiful males, who also brought them drinks without question.

The tongues of Cherie and Wanda loosened as they imbibed alcoholic beverages; Victoria's pussy tingled as she listened intently; the more she heard, the more she liked this lifestyle. Cherie giggled as she sipped a Martini.

"I do have a distinct fondness for that LeClerc, though he does go too far in using his submissiveness to gain treats; I shall have him inspect my Brazilian close up after that maid has punished him tomorrow; he is very good with his tongue." Victoria almost dropped her drink, the others giggled all the more. Victoria regained her composition.

"Brazilian? Good with his tongue... you don't mean..?" She blushed, as much as with having displayed her ignorance, as with the thought of being orally pleased by a male; something she was only very vaguely aware of." Wanda immediately came over and sat tight against Victoria hugging her.

"Oh you poor thing! We keep forgetting your sweet background; you look so much the worldly woman dressed the way you are. You've obviously never been pleased that way by a man, when you are good and ready, we shall arrange it for you." Victoria smiled and gulped back her drink, her panties wet with the evening's intimate conversations and the thought of being licked.

"I should certainly love to try that; do males like doing it, or do they have to be coerced?" Cherie roared with laughter.

"Oh I do so love your innocence; we shall have real pleasure in reforming your life and having you enjoy it to the full; most males get a great deal of enjoyment from sampling the scent of a woman that way, many would die to serve such an attractive woman as you that way, especially if they are faced with a prospect like this..." Victoria's jaw dropped again as Cherie peeled her loose dress to one side and showed the newly liberated widow her freshly shaven pussy with its neatly trimmed 'tash' just above it. Wanda laughed.

"THAT is what's known as a 'Brazilian'" Wanda squeezed her friend tightly and smiled at her.

"Would you like one too? If you change into something a little more comfortable, we can have one of the man-servants attend you right away; it's best done when you are nice and relaxed, like you are now." Victoria did not hesitate; her pencil skirt was making her horny but she was in need of refreshing herself anyhow; the idea of having her pussy shaved by a male was very exiting too. The two applauded as she stood up and was to be shown to her room by a man-servant.

"I'll just freshen up and get into something more appropriate then!" She followed the male who led her silently up a beautiful marble staircase to a room with an exotically arched door. The room was exquisitely appointed and the window looked down at the twinkling lights of the bay. The room had its own en-suite with shower; she quickly stripped and looked at herself in the mirror; she giggled as her nipples stood out like thumbs with excitement. She quickly showered and chose a long silken loose fitting dress and soft sandals; her pussy tingled as she went back with no panties on, she was amazed at her own daring already.

When she got back to the pool, the woman who had previously worn the green sari was there. She was now dressed in leather boots and jodhpurs with a tight leather top which expressed her curves exquisitely. Victoria looked at her in awe; she would love an outfit like that. The three women smile with satisfaction as Victoria's face spoke volumes about her approval of the dominant woman's attire. Cherie broke the silence as Victoria patted at the woman's leather clothing enviously.

"I know Wanda intends taking you to Madam Pompidou's in town; we all love her leather wear and... err, 'other' equipment... for riding etc. I am sure you will find many things to your taste there." The other women smirked as they thought of the abundance of whips and harnesses that were also available; they would allow the widow to break into her new found confidence of her own accord, and did not mention the accessories as yet.

"Lola here was about to go out to her club for the evening; that's somewhere else we'll all visit presently, but she commands the man-servants so well; she'll gladly find the right one for your task before she leaves. Lola smiled broadly as she whipped her crop into her hand and strutted into the house in search of a willing candidate. She emerged shortly with a male of about 30 who carried a small bag and a bowl of hot water. Lola pointed to the floor and he immediately bent to the feet of Victoria. Cherie clapped her hands.

"Thank you Lola, I am sorry to have delayed you; please let everyone at the club know we'll be there tomorrow night, we have a new friend for everyone to meet." Lola advised it was a pleasure and no problem at all. She swatted the kneeling man-servant for good measure, commanding that he do a good job or face the consequences, then left for the club.

Victoria downed another large vodka and coke before exposing her pussy to the warm night air. She noted the bulge in the timid man-servant's leggings as he eyed the somewhat bushy pussy which he would be delighted to transform. Victoria gasped and the other two giggled as the man-servant deftly lathered the delicious mound of Venus before him; his cock rigid with excitement. Cherie noted the enthusiastic bulge and probed the male's backside with the heel of her sandal.

"You be sure to keep you mind on the job at hand; if you nick my friend, just slightly, I will have great pleasure in tanning your balls with a crop; you won't even dream about using them for another week." She turned and smiled broadly at Wanda, knowing there was no chance his expert hands would fail him; his erection and enthusiasm will have been generated by some promise from Lola; likely that he would be allowed to perform the task for the leather goddess as usual, and then service her smoothly shaven pussy with his tongue.

Another man-servant plied Victoria with more drinks as she tingled with pleasure as the male's gentle hands carefully shaved her mature and eager pussy, except for a little bar at the top, trimmed flat, just for effect. The male's cock dribbled as he softly padded his latest creation dry, having rinsed the soapy water off. The night air which was cooler now, felt fresh on her sleek and shaven pussy. Her bulging womanhood was now more than ready for the attentions of a willing and subservient male. The two friends were anxious that she should be treated to one as soon as possible.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 04



After much loosening of the tongues of the two experienced women, due to the quantities of alcohol consumed, Victoria eventually found her way to her luxurious bedroom with her mind buzzing with newly acquired erotic thoughts. Her senses were also buoyed by her excitement at being somewhere warm and exotic; and as she slid between silken sheets, her hand slid down to the equally silky feel of her smoothly shaven pussy. She could not wait to try on another outfit tomorrow, and her pussy buzzed as she thought of going with no panties, as she teased her clitoris she dreamed of having a male at her feet, begging to tongue her; she moaned with pleasure as her orgasm lapsed into deep sleep.

Eric Chandler had spent the day at the beach at Pamplonne, lusting at some of the mature beauties he'd seen there, and fantasising about the more assertive looking examples as he waded waste deep in the warm Mediterranean; his cock jutting unseen below the waterline. He was holidaying here on his own; he'd been widowed six years ago, and had had a couple of relationships since, but still had not found what he was really looking for; he had always had a penchant for dominant women, but had never had the courage to take the step. As he got older he found that the urge grew stronger, rather than beginning to diminish.

His lust had grown throughout the day and now he wandered about the main area by the quay, looking for a certain sort of club. He was getting tired as the small hours wore on; St Tropez was not the sort of area known for exotic nightclubs, but he knew there were a few, and one in particular-he just had to find it. He resigned himself in need of his bed, and as he wandered under the plane trees past a taxi rank, he saw a sight that stopped him in his tracks. A gorgeous leather-clad woman pointed scornfully into the rear of a cab and a male obediently climbed in, followed by her. He watched for the direction that the cab took, but it was hopeless; it could have gone in any direction on reaching the arterial road, out of site.

As he strolled back his memory strove to keep an image of the look on that woman's face; pure control. His cock stayed half-erect as he pondered what the male in the cab would be treated too as he passed through the small shops of Boulevard Louis Blanc. Opposite a café he saw a shop display which was of immediate interest to him; though it was dark inside he pressed his face against the window and smirked at the leather skirts and full length hide coats which clothed the slim and elegant mannequins within, as he tried to sniff through the glass in his inebriated state, what met his eyes next had his cock as stiff as it had been all day. To the rear of the dark shop, a door opened revealing a bright light behind it; a slim mature woman with bouffant hair stood, gesticulating to someone beyond. It was not the woman who excited him; the walls were adorned with leather bull-whips, crops and leashes. Beyond the woman's waving arms he could just make out further mannequins wearing leather cat-suits; the rear room was no store-room, it was an additional shop which specialised in leather fetish wear.

He slunk away from the window as the woman closed the door; he crossed the street and stopped to tie a shoe lace, trying to look as innocuous as he could. He watched with interest as the woman with the bouffant left the shop and strutted confidently down the street in a tight leather skirt. He smiled and made a note of the café; he'd be back tomorrow to view some of the shop's patrons.

Victoria awoke to brilliant sunshine and warmth which seemed almost tropical; she smiled like a child as she looked from her window through the palm trees which waved in the soft warm breeze, down to the beach and the vibrant blue bay beyond. After showering she chose a loose fitting dress, which was split up one side, exposing a thigh to one side, hugging her middle and emphasising her mature breasts; her nipples clearly visible in the fabric. The dress was set off by sandals which elevated her as much as the stilettos she had worn for the trip, but were much easier to walk in.

Cherie and Wanda sat at a table just beyond the large conservatory, beneath the shade of an awning. Wanda smiled and clapped as Victoria made her entrance; she was delighted with her new-found choice of apparel, it was hard to believe she was the same woman who was an acquaintance of those grey bridge club people back home. Both Wanda and Cherie had chosen similar, light but sexy outfits for the shopping trip they had planned the night before, Victoria sat and adjusted her legs in the soft breeze; she had chosen to wear a tiny thong, and her pussy buzzed with excitement as the cool zephyrs played on her shaven mound, while they discussed Madam Pompidou's and visiting 'The Club' for the first time that evening. Cherie tilted her head and smiled knowingly at Victoria.

"We'll show you just how much power you have over males; once we get you into a nice kinky outfit, they'll be falling over themselves to get to you. You will not believe you have gone through life the way you have so far, when you see what's on offer." The three had a light breakfast, and then the barefoot Cherie snapped her fingers and a willing male servant hurried over to her, knelt and put on a pair of strapped sandals she'd chosen. Victoria looked on with a strange envy, as he kissed her feet and remained kneeling as they left.

On the way through the house they met a maid, dressed in a tight black uniform; who beamed with pleasure as she displayed the cane she carried, and on a leash and led by her, LeClerc. He tried to look solemn, but dressed only in a white shroud and obviously naked underneath; his erection lifted the material as he relished his punishment. Cherie looked sternly at him, and then glanced at Victoria.

"Kiss our guests feet. I want you to think of her when you are being thrashed; she may have the opportunity to cane you herself one day." Victoria blushed a little and the thong tightened in her cleft as her pussy swelled to match it as the submissive male eagerly bent to kiss the new mistress's feet; he studied the pertly mature flesh through the straps of the sandals and memorised each taught muscle. He would enjoy the caning all the more now. The haughty maid jerked impatiently on his leash, eager to show her domination and exact her punishment on the subservient male. She bade them goodbye and they watched as she opened a door to one of the larger lounges; a circle of about eight maids some eight or nine strong, clapped as the proud maid led her victim in for punishment before them. Cherie clapped too as the door was closed behind them.

"She will cane his bare ass whilst the other maids watch, then to add to his humiliation, he'll be made to do the very thing he has been punished for whilst kneeling at the punisher's feet. It is so ironic really." Victoria's pussy tingled all the more, as just as they left through the front door, the whoosh of the cane and the male's first cry of pain was audible throughout the house.

The thrill continued for Victoria as they drove down to the centre of St Tropez; it all seemed like a dream, so detached was she now, from her former life. They parked the car near the market and strolled amongst the stalls under the plane trees as they made their way to Boulevard Louis Blanc. Having donned her sunglasses like her two companions, Victoria began to feel so naturally assertive, as she strutted with the other two confident women; aware of males of all sizes and ages stepping carefully aside and viewing the trio with a noticeable sense of awe. As they approached their destination Cherie steered them first into the café opposite.

"Let's have a quick latte before we begin, to sharpen the senses." This was a routine the women often followed, as Madam Pompidou's could sometimes be busy, and they liked to have her full attention when choosing fetish-wear in the specialty shop to the rear. Victoria took off her glasses and her pussy bulged with delight as her eyes met with a male sat a couple of tables away; she could not help notice how he looked at her with a sense of wonderment as he smiled; his jaw dropping as he got an immediate response which made his cock stiffen. He quickly looked elsewhere shyly as she continued to smile proudly.

Eric swallowed deeply as he dared look in her direction again; a sixth sense told him that these were women who were independent and got what they want, as much as their obviously assertive attitude. There was something about the women in the split skirt in particular; his balls tingled as he studied her discretely. After about 20 minutes they left; Victoria turned and gave a stern smile at the male whose eyes could not keep from looking at her. His cock stiffened as he watched the mature and shapely woman step out into the sunshine; he quickly fantasised about being on a floor, kneeling before the three women, they were so attractive.

His fantasy hit new levels as they strutted across the road and entered the leather shop; his jaw dropped and he gasped audibly. The waiter who had appeared unseen behind him, smiled broadly as it was obvious what interested this client; Eric blushed visibly and tried to look nonchalant. The waiter owed a lot of his business to the shop opposite, and he was patently aware that the popularity of his café owed more than a little to certain people's love of leather; when he brought another coffee ordered by Eric, he winked knowingly at him before leaving. Eric was a little puzzled, and then he noticed a card wedged between cup and saucer. A silhouette of a woman in boots was on the card; 'Club Zero' read the legend; 'erotique' and 'cuir' were words that hit him; his balls now tingled as never before, this was just the club he was looking for.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 05



The first thing that hit Victoria as the trio entered the boutique was the rich smell of leather; the other two smiled as they watched her touch and ponder over some of the tighter skirts and tops on display in the shop that was viewed by the general public; they knew she had not seen anything yet. They introduced her to Madam Pompidou, who smiled broadly as the only other customer present, left after browsing. Wanda giggled and took a puzzle Victoria by the hand as Madam Pompidou strutted toward a rear corner of the shop whilst they followed. She opened the door and ushered the three in before closing it again.

Victoria was mesmerised by the outfits and accessories on display; there were many people in this department which was twice the size of the front shop, male and female. A stern looking woman pointed her meek male companion to the sales counter with a complete authority over him.

The woman had evidently waited for a larger female audience to maximise his humiliation; Madam Pompidou was no stranger to this sort of disciplinary show, and was more than happy to take part. The male held a small but severe looking bull-whip, and looked down at the floor as he approached the counter. In contrast, the woman who was without doubt his dominant mistress held her head high and smiled with wicked satisfaction. Madam P strutted to the counter and looked down her nose at the male before making her announcement in a loud clear voice, so that all in the shop would hear.

"Your mistress has chosen well; this is a very pliable and versatile whip, it will bring both of you much satisfaction. Is mistress to treat you to it tonight?" The male blushed in humiliation, but his cock bulged uncontrollably as he sensed his mistress behind him, waiting for an appropriate answer, and three other very assertive looking women, smiling and thoroughly enjoying seeing him put in his place. His balls tingled with a mixture of submissive pleasure and acute humiliation as he answered a member of the superior gender.

"Yes Madam, mistress is to punish me tonight." Madam P. looked at him with a practised air of complete contempt, as she took as long as possible in first checking that the whip was of the usual flawless quality, by giving it a swift crack. The male gulped and his cock poked rigidly at the supreme woman's display.

"And will you enjoy your punishment?" He cleared his throat and the audience of women giggled with sheer delight at his wimpy and defeatist response.

"Yes Madam, I shall." With a face now scarlet, he struggled with his wallet as he paid for the whip. His mistress had walked to the door and snapped her fingers at him to make haste. She was very anxious to try her new accessory; her slave was very close to coming as he left with his owner; the male's danger of spurting prematurely enhanced all the more by the trio applauding her absolute authority as they left. Victoria was overwhelmed by the male's complete obedience; the attitude of the male-servants that she had witnessed at Cherie's house, was one thing; they were 'servants' after all, and the mistress had some authority anyway, but this male had her thong wet with excitement. Wanda noticed her wild interest.

"Oh yes, most males are like that; we shall soon have them begging to please you when we've found you a few outfits here! You have to understand that being put in his place is just what excited him most. You will soon learn how to do that without thinking."

Victoria's pussy tingled as she slipped into an elegant cat-suit; the smooth leather sliding up her smooth legs, and gripping her shapely body tightly as she applied the zips. Her excited mound bulged through the taut supple leather, showing her pleasure as she emerged from the cubicle. Wanda and Cherie gasped at the transformation and licked their lips; Victoria was a stunning sight; no male would be able to resist her. They quickly helped her on with a pair of spiky stilettos, and a black satin mask which covered her eyes, but allowed her pretty cheeks, nose and lips full exposure. They complimented the outfit with a small whip, before allowing Victoria to view herself in a full length mirror.

She beamed with a mixture of total joy and disbelief as she viewed herself; her former life was now removed forever in her eyes, she sneered at herself and gave the whip a healthy crack; she was now ready to have a male worship her and pay for all those wasted years. She gave a brief thought to her late husband and her former, grey and staid life, as she paid for the many outfits she purchased from Madam Pompidou with a tiny fraction of the funds he had left her with. She was very grateful to him, but would now take complete control of her own life and any further male she encountered, and she promised herself she would treat herself to many suitors.

Eric's cock rose again as he watched the three elegant women emerge from the shop; there was something about Victoria in particular which already held him with a passion; he hoped upon hope that 'Club Zero' would be their destination also. He was like an excited child as he left the café; the waiter grinned knowingly as he left; that patron would be more than welcome as the waiter was more than pleased with his 20 Euro tip. 

The women packed their purchases into the car then drove over the headland and down to the Plage de Pampelonne. They found a secluded spot amongst the dunes and brush and changed into their bikinis; Victoria could not hide her excitement at this new, and for her, daring experience. The other two laughed as she bared her pert and ample breasts to the sunshine, before applying the skimpiest of tops; her nipples poking unashamedly through the fabric, and below, a beautiful camel-toe on show through a tiny thong bottom. Wanda and Cherie, similarly attired, the three oiled each other's bodies, donned their sunglasses and strolled to the beach-front.

Victoria used the shade of her sunglasses to good effect; yes glancing sideways to note many admiring males lusting on viewing her mature and shapely body; her excited pussy bulging in the soft breeze, she was truly enjoying life to the full now. As the three stopped for refreshments, Cherie was careful to hang her ass over the back of the stool she had chosen, and deliberately arch her back. The tight thong now expressing the dimple of her anus between her globular cheeks for the benefit of the males sat in lower chairs behind her.

"I get a real buzz in exciting men this way, especially the younger ones; I do so love to catch them at a tender age and teach them obedience." She turned her head with a curt and contemptuous smile at a male who could not help but glance at that beautiful ass whenever he could. He blushed when he saw Cherie had caught him looking; the bulge in his trunks so evident. She wondered how the young man's tongue would feel, probing deep into her anus. Her attention was suddenly distracted.

"Wanda! Cherie!" Victoria looked toward the calling voice, Wanda took her arm and they ventured over, Cherie made sure to slide her ample ass slowly from the stool as she looked sternly at the blushing male who swallowed hard, in awe of the magnificent woman. He would masturbate long and hard later on, with just that simple and succinct memory lodged in his brain. Cherie had that effect on all men. The voice came from an old friend, Dominique Martin; she was an elegant woman of about 50, her sexy auburn hair in bun, high cheek bone and stunning green eyes, she could have been a sister to Cheri. She sat legs crossed in her black bikini; her white freckly flesh in perfect contrast. She sat with a timid male who was also middle aged. She looked at him down her nose.

"Stand up and make a space for the ladies Bernard, then ask if they would like a drink." The obedient male did just as he was told. As he moved to the counter to buy the ordered refreshments, Dominque held out her hand to Victoria.

"You must be Wanda's new friend, I love it when someone new joins our little circle. I trust you'll be at Club Zero tonight? My latest acquisition, Bernard, is so looking forward to going for the first time; like yourself, he has only just realised what he truly wants from life --the firm hand of a strong woman. I have been more than happy to oblige. "

Victoria's nether regions tingled with delight at the assertive woman's 'matter of fact' attitude toward the male who was meekly observing his duties. She looked enviously at the obedient male, more and more she wanted one all for herself, her pussy tingled and she found herself putting on an air of dominant nonchalance as he turned from the counter. The other women all smiled and looked him up and down as he returned nervously with their drinks. Having his hands full, he could not hide his obvious erection. Dominique patted his crotch before he put the tray down.

"I'm so glad you are enjoying the company Bernard, you'll be even more excited when you see these ladies later on, when they'll be dressed even more to your taste." They giggled at his embarrassment which made his cock harden all the more; he, like Victoria, was truly enjoying life now. Dominique softly nursed his cock and smiled.

"I'm having a 'party noir' in Bernard's honour, at my house in Gassin next Saturday and you are all invited. I know Bernard will be thrilled to have as many women as possible present to see how well he has come on in life since finding his true path. You are so looking forward to it, aren't you Bernard." She smiled wickedly as Bernard's cock stiffened and pulsed in her fingers; obedience, servitude and the humiliation of being owned totally by a woman excited him beyond belief; the thought of being made to demonstrate this in many ways before an audience of assertive and dominant women, almost had him spoiling his underwear there and then. He timidly squeaked his reply.

"Yes mistress, I am looking forward to the party next week and also to Club Zero tonight." Dominique gave his cock a squeeze and then spoke to him like a child, to ensure he remembered his position in life.

"Good boy! We'll make sure you wear your favourite things to the party, and I shall surprise you with your outfit for tonight; you'll love it." Bernard was treated to a trio of beautifully mature asses as the women bade their farewell till later. His mistress teased his cock under the table as he watched the wiggling orbs of flesh leave. His mistress smiled a she knew he was dreaming of having all three sat on his face at the party.

The three enjoyed a nice relaxing and voyeuristic afternoon in the sun and sea before returning to Cherie's to ready themselves for the trip to Club Zero. As they opened the door they were greeted by the smiling maid, cane in hand and LeClerc naked and cowering on all fours. His ass was red raw with stripes; the maid had enjoyed a full day of discipline at his expense. She gave a stern grimace and yanked his leash. He kissed the women's feet in turn and then spoke.

"I have been commanded to beg your forgiveness for my indiscretion yesterday. I have been punished for my misdemeanour and truly hope you will allow me to remain your servant." Cherie laughed and clapped at the maid's intuition and the abject servility of the punished male.

"You are forgiven LeClerc. You may go and have that ass creamed now; I can see your young mistress has shown you the error of your ways with some vigour!" The women laughed as they passed on their way to the poolside for a refreshing drink and a bite to eat before preparing for the club.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 06



Victoria took great pleasure in preparing for the club; her pussy tingling and swelling sweetly as she felt the soft black leather on her legs on slipping the tight leggings on. Tonight she would wear a black silk top and black stilettos and carry a short whip which was attached to her shoulder bag; she had chosen not to look too extreme on her first night, despite itching to wear some of the more striking outfits she had acquired, none the less, she looked every inch the confident dominatrix, which she was already becoming quite naturally. She slipped the small black eye mask into her bag and went downstairs to meet the others. 

The other two complimented her on her choice, they were also suitably attired; the three adjusted their attitudes as they sipped drinks whilst waiting for the cab to arrive, each oozing dominance and ready to exude their will on worthy subjects. The servants attending them knew the drill for such evenings; they keenly added to the mood by attending in pairs; the maid standing tall and the male-servants on their knees beside them; emphasising the submission of males at all levels. Victoria's heart raced as she waited; tonight would be very special for her, and would be instrumental in confirming her new lifestyle.

Eric had driven to the club in the day, to ensure it was not too isolated and he would have an escape plan if he chickened out. Fortunately, there was another bar across the street and down the road just a little; he chose to dress casually so as not to stick out like a sore thumb at the 'straight' bar, and also not to be too conspicuous as a 'newcomer' to Club Zero, now as he sat in the cab in the darkness as the palms flashed by like ghosts at the wayside, he was more nervous than ever, but he had to make a breakthrough; he so wanted to be the plaything of a stern and commanding woman, he could not shake off his submissive side.

As he paid the cab at the bar across the road and looked nervously in the club's direction, its driver looked at him knowingly and smiled.

"It's only a short walk from here; you'll be OK after a couple of drinks in this bar." He drove off chuckling as Eric went bright red; was he that obvious? The bar was surprisingly well patronised, considering the area was somewhat remote from the main resort. The waiter also smiled knowingly at Eric as he ordered a stiff drink; a chalked sign on the wall tested his knowledge of French at first, but the legend was quite clear 'Cognac at the usual rates, Dutch courage served free'. Eric smiled to himself; this bar was as popular as the café opposite Madam Pompidou's for the very same reason; in a couple of hours it would be half empty, its patrons having stocked up on 'Dutch courage'. He discretely surveyed the people around him, 90% male, and many seemingly equally nervous; some seemed over-relaxed and were probably regulars at both bars, they'd make a grand entrance at Club Zero as though they'd just casually stumbled across it. He felt better already and ordered another drink.

The three women arrived at Club Zero at around 8pm; Victoria's nipples poked through the black silk with excitement as she stepped from the cab and surveyed the stylish looking club. The frontage was tastefully presented in Art Deco style, no huge neon lights or tacky paintwork; she was pleased to see that the interior matched its subtle yet bold exterior. They were greeted by Cherie's housekeeper, Lola who was accompanied by a male who stood timidly by her. She smiled warmly at Victoria.

"How wonderful to see you here! We shall soon find you someone to help lift your spirits and flush away your old life. Having a male to serve your every whim is so invigorating." She took a long draw from the cigarette she was smoking through a six inch holder and turned with a look of contempt to the male who stood meekly by her; he held out his splayed hands and she flicked her ash into them. He accepted it as though it were a gift. She leaned into the women and whispered.

"I don't usually smoke, but I find it such a boon in teaching them humility, and so many males get a huge kick from women who smoke; it lends itself to the 'femme fatale' genre so sweetly." She then looked back to the male with a stern countenance, and then glanced toward the seating area; the male jumped into action and showed the ladies to a central are where they liked to sit, without the need for him actually being asked to do so.

Victoria was ecstatic as she took in the surroundings; her shaven pussy moulded itself into a delightful camel-toe in the luxuriant soft leather, no panties this evening, her sex feeling exquisite against the smooth leather. Just a week ago she had had no idea that such a place as this existed, or that such a thrill could be had from the remaining years of her life; she thought back to the Bridge Club and imagined what some of those ladies would think if they could see her now! She sneered rather than chuckled as she pondered this; in testament to the fact that she was now gaining a new confidence as part of this new, exciting life. She would return home a different woman with a different positive outlook.

Her pussy buzzed as she slowly crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of leather on her cunt and anus as she viewed males being brought in by patently assertive women. She was determined to make contact with a male tonight, if only to hear his admissions and yearnings first hand; she watched for 'un-owned' males attending and wondered what power she could exert over each.

For a while, they had to be content with teasing and being served by Lola's latest conquest. Pierre; he was a handsome male and completely submissive to women, Lola having him kneel next to her, assuming the ashtray position whenever she smoked, simply to exert her dominance over him; several polished marble ashtrays being available on the transparent glass table in front of her. He was made to wash his hands and wait on the ladies whenever drinks were required.

Victoria's pussy moistened as she listened to the questions posed him by Cherie and Wanda, as Lola looked on with pride; she knew there would be no question of punishing Pierre for telling a lie or avoiding a question; he was happy to be humiliated in such illustrious company. Cherie coughed politely to gain Pierre's attention before posing another question, to ensure he was allowed the sight of her generous thighs and pussy, twisting as she crossed her legs; she wore a short leather skirt and no panties, Pierre gulped as he caught a glimpse of her suspender straps and glorious mature womanhood, his cock bulging in his leggings.

"Do you prefer the whip or the cane when being punished Pierre? I know Lola is expert with both and will treat you to the experience at the earliest opportunity." Pierre blushed a little as the four assertive women looked contemptuously at him, awaiting an honest response. Cherie knew he would struggle with a satisfactory answer, and enjoyed watching submissive males squirm as they sought to satisfy their betters.

"I...I... I think I appreciate them both equally; I have been caned more often than being whipped; the sound of both excites me, and the pain delivered is equally sufficient... the pressure of the cane from mistress is more direct, but the lash of the whip is equally punishing in its own way..." Cherie sneered with quiet satisfaction.

"You cannot appreciate them equally if you have had the cane more often; I'm sure Lola will be happy to oblige you with the whip when you have earned that pleasure; I have seen her reprimand many of my household with one of her selection of whips. It is so pleasing to see a male cry and then come within a few short minutes of tasting the leather so expertly applied. I would be happy to have Lola afford you that pleasure at my residence, before me, my friends, and the entire female staff; would you like that?" Pierre's cock stiffened in his leggings as he thought of the pleasure of punishment before a large female audience; Lola smiled wickedly and lit another cigarette.

"Yes mistress... I would love that." The woman laughed at his honest reply; what else could he say? Pierre basked in the humiliation and savoured the moment as he looked at his mistress, who in turn sneered down at him with satisfaction; her pussy now bulging and nicely aroused as she too savoured whipping her latest acquisition before an audience.

Eric almost stumbled down the street to Club Zero, having risked perhaps a little more Dutch courage than he should have; it had gone straight to his head, so intense was his demeanour and determination to make this breakthrough. However, the few hundred yards walk in the fresh air served to be sufficiently sobering; he composed himself before entering the club, and was amazed that there was no entrance fee. The cat-suited attendant at the entrance sneered as she offered him this information as he fumbled for his wallet. She looked at him with studied contempt and gave him a token for his first drink for free, it being obvious he was new to the club.

"Oh, you'll pay eventually." She remarked curtly, ensuring Eric's cock showed interest. The free token also served to indicate 'newbies' to the regulars watching the bar for prey; this system served frequent patrons well. Many a male had become the property of a stern mistress before having the opportunity to actually purchase a drink.

Victoria's jaw dropped slightly and her pussy tingled I the tight leather as she saw him through the black mask she had now donned. Wanda smiled as she saw her expression.

"Seen something you like?" Victoria regained her composure and took a deep breath as her nipples became even more prominent in the black silk. The women huddled as she explained she'd seen him in the café earlier, opposite Madam Pompidou's. Cherie beamed with delight; it was apparent to her that the café was a haven for would be voyeuristic submissives, and here was one, boldly offering himself up to them.

"Excellent! I'll wager he's knew to the experience, and not just this club; what a perfect opportunity to see a match made in heaven, dominant and submissive realising their dreams together. Don't worry Victoria, we'll make sure he's right for you first." Victoria was sure already, her pussy oozed as she dreamed of having it licked for the first time, and at her command. The women turned to the kneeling male at Lola's side. Wanda licked her lips.

"Pierre, we have a little mission for you. Go and fetch that man who's just arrived, tell him we require his company immediately."



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 07



Eric had just received his first drink in exchange for the token, and was trying to act nonchalant and uninterested as countless leather clad beauties brushed by him; their feminine essences mixed with the scent of their leather- for him a smell synonymous with domination- had his cock quivering to an erection. Each one of the women simply oozed natural superiority; he knocked the drink back and held the glass forward to order another; how was he to make the breakthrough with one of these confident and commanding women? The thrill of being laughed at and rejected might suffice in him allowing himself a generous masturbation session later, but he yearned for at least a discussion with a member of the superior sex. The eyes of the girl behind the bar gave him a contemptuous look, and then moved from his line of vision with a smile; Eric felt a presence next to him.

"I'll get that." The male voice belonging to the presence, looked at Eric somewhat nervously; Eric was about to advise him that he wasn't gay, when he continued his order.

"And a Vodka and coke, Brandy and lemon, Buck's Fizz, and a Margaux" The smiling waitress took in the order as Pierre looked over the head of Eric and nodded in the direction of his superiors. She had witnessed such a scenario many times before; a lone male appears at the bar nervously, on his own, then leaves later; starry eyed as though stunned, like a lamb to the slaughter in the charge of a victorious looking dominatrix.

"And the same again for you mister? Or would you like a double?" Eric was a little fazed by her simple question as he looked across the softly lit nightclub in the direction of Pierre's nod.

"Well mister?" Eric had noted that all males were addressed as 'mister' at this club; 'sir' with all its lordly connotations was strictly taboo at this establishment. His jaw dropped as he focused on the four women; three of whom he recognised from earlier, despite the tiny masks, which added to the eroticism but did little to hide the wearer's identity.

"Errr... ahh... just a single please." His mind went from kneeling, to whips, leather and complete and utter servitude as his cock stiffened on viewing the shapely and assertive middle aged beauty that was Victoria once more. Pierre lent to his ear.

"My mistress and her eloquent friends demand that you attend them." Eric's balls tingled at the word 'demand'; his fabricated guard was dissolving rapidly, though still extremely nervous, his submissive side was waxing as his nonchalance waned. The knowing bar-girl sneered with pleasure as he almost fell from the stool he had occupied; regardless of how many times she saw it, seeing a male on his way to being dominated for the first time was always a sweet thrill for her; her pussy tingled with satisfaction as she watched Eric walk sheepishly along with Pierre to no doubt begin a life of servitude. Yet another male appeared at the bar with a token, feebly trying to attract her attention as she watched Eric's progress to get the briefest account of his introduction to the superior sex; she gave the new customer a brief sneer to the side, ensuring he knew she was ignoring him purposely until it suited her; the token bearer's cock stiffened at the look; he was now sure he had entered heaven too.

Still out of earshot of the women, Pierre whispered to Eric; keeping his face as expressionless as he could.

"Trust me, if you are submissive you will be a very lucky man if one of these ladies decides to acquire your services; I have heard so much already about their 'circle' from my mistress; your life will be changed forever." Eric was in danger of losing complete control of his legs as they approached the table, which was raised by a couple of steps on a platform above the main floor; he could not help but see Victoria's delicious legs clad in the tight leather, Cherie's buxom thighs in the short Skirt, Wanda who sat in the middle and held her head, chin up in a thoroughly superior manner, as she toyed with a wicked crop. Pierre's mistress Lola stood in her leather jodhpurs and sleeveless leather top; her slender white arms crossed dominantly, a stern expression on her face as she monitored the return of her new sub.

Lola was very pleased with his promising performance so far, though she would not let him see or know it; he had shown complete obedience at each of the evening appointments she'd had with him, tonight she'd take him home and he would be tested to the full under intimate circumstances; she knew instinctively he'd be wearing her ring of ownership about his balls very shortly. Lola almost raised a smile as he returned having completed another task, but quickly ensured a sneer was all Pierre saw, as she pointed to the floor beside her without saying a word. Eric's ball's tingled as he watched Pierre drop to his knees beside his sneering mistress without hesitation. 

The other women did not bat an eyelid at Pierre's actions; this was the norm for them, and they were all eyes upon Eric, who felt uneasily like a fly about to be entwined in inescapable silk; Victoria was as nervous as he at that point but maintained a studied stare on her prey and licked her lips, Cherie and Wanda obligingly re-arranged themselves; Eric was accommodated between Cherie and Victoria. It was the one and only time the women would move for him; his escape was now blocked by Cherie who looked him up and down, and crossed her legs once more; displaying her huge thighs to good effect, thighs which any submissive male would long to be spanked upon. Wanda was ready to interrogate him; she was not one to mince her words and had an uncanny knack of determining a male's level of submissiveness at first sight.

Eric sat uncomfortably with the flaps of his jacket carefully placed over his crotch to hide the bulge which betrayed his excitement; he was overheating due to his predicament in the otherwise coolly air conditioned club, and beads of sweat developed on his forehead as he took in the even hotter persona he now sat with. He relaxed slightly; he looked back to see the bar-girl smiling in his direction as she served the next token-bearer; he could not believe he had walked in, and now come this far without even saying 'hello' to a woman; he would not be allowed to maintain silence much longer.

Cherie had processed many males and would ensure that Eric was both comfortable, and hiding nothing from them. Eric felt powerless as her hands slipped around the inside of the collar of his jacket.

"Oh you poor thing, you are too hot in that; let's take it from you." Eric took a deep breath and smiled feebly as Cherie took charge of his jacket, exposing the bulge he then tried in vain to conceal by crossing his legs. His bulge was not helped by Victoria who was now also relaxing; she too, crossed her legs slowly ensuring he saw her exquisite camel-toe; her shaven pussy, now nicely aroused in the soft leather, tingled all the more as she sensed the power she had over a male for the very first time; she took the short whip from her bag and flexed it in her elegant manicured hands. Wanda 's pussy bulged with admiration as Victoria took the initiative and smiling confidently, let him hear her voice for the first time as his cock stiffened uncontrollably at the delicious sight before him.

"I saw you earlier, at the café; did you come here just to see me?" Cherie, Wanda and Lola smiled with satisfaction at their novice friend's choice of a direct question which would put the male nicely on the spot, and make him squirm all the more. Balls and pussy tingled excitedly as their eyes met; both with a yearning for an as yet unexplored relationship. Eric studied Victoria's wild eyes through the small mask and watched her hot red lips purse; she flexed her whip, demanding an answer without saying so. Cherie perked her upper body dominantly; Eric felt her mature breasts point at him like guns, Wanda put her hands on her hips in impatient fashion, Lola's eyes burned through him as he glanced at Pierre; kneeling and satisfactorily part of their circle. He looked longingly at Victoria; she gave a little sneer of contempt, making his cock twitch, he could not deny she was key to his visit.

"Err... I... Yes, I did think how wonderful you looked and had hoped you'd be here tonight, though I never dared to think I'd actually be sitting with you like this." Cherie's pussy buzzed as she immediately hit on an answer; she put her hand on his thigh, to close to the bulge for Eric's comfort.

"Would you rather be kneeling before her like Pierre?" Victoria's pussy was now wet and pulsing nicely in the leather; she too leaned her upper body forward, splaying her cheeks on the seat and making the leather tighten about her excited cunt. For the first time in her life she felt truly dominant as she flexed her whip in anticipation of whatever response this obviously submissive male would offer. Eric was mesmerised by her and by the strength of such a simple question. Cherie giggled in a strangely spiteful fashion as she moved her hand to the bulge and gently nursed Eric's yearning cock.

"You be a good boy and tell the truth now, we know you want to." Eric gasped as he saw the wanting expression in Victoria's face; she became more attractive by the minute; he longed to give himself up to her.

"Yes, I would love to kneel before her." Wanda and Lola clasped their hands and smiled with wicked satisfaction. Cherie's pussy tingled, hot and ready in her panties as she felt Eric's cock pulse as he made an admission more important and damning than any admission he'd previously made in his life. 

Victoria's whole body tingled now, as she took deep breaths with a feeling of satisfaction she had never experienced before; her nipples poked like thumbs through her silk top as she took one hand from the whip, and with a divine pleasure tingling through her pussy, pointed a finger to the floor by her feet. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Eric, and he felt as though every pair of eyes in the club were upon him as he obediently, and willingly, went down on his knees at Victoria's feet. He had not realised that such a simple posture could bring him such a pleasurable sensation; his cock was rigid as he humbled himself before a woman for the first time. His feelings were matched by Victoria's; she was now oozing female superiority and wished she had this man back at Cherie's house right now. Wanda clapped her hands with delight at the scene; the meek woman she had met at the funeral was now transformed completely, she was dominating her first male with a confidence which came so naturally to her.

Victoria swallowed hard as she fought to maintain control, not over the submissive male, but over her bulging pussy; she was close to coming as the lip of the seat played against her hot anus as she moved slightly to accommodate the male... she realised she did not know his name; she was becoming more confident by the minute and was thoroughly enjoying this new game.

"Please have the decency to tell me your name; you may kiss my feet then, and I shall let you know whose feet you have been allowed the pleasure of kissing." Cherie looked at Wanda and Lola with a delighted expression of disbelief at Victoria's air of perfect superiority. Pierre's cock matched Eric's as he tried to maintain a studied look of disinterest as he knelt beside his mistress; he knew the sublime feeling of humiliation that Eric was now experiencing all too well, but he knew the feeling would be tenfold as Eric enjoyed it for the first time. Eric looked at the beautiful slim ankles in the spikey black stilettos, which seemed to have a dominance all of their own; he came close to kissing them before giving up his name, his cock was now dribbling as he basked in submission to her.

"My name is Eric." He looked up at her as if needing further permission to complete the task, Victoria swelled with pleasure and pride as she pointed to her feet. Eric wasted no time and the women clapped their approval as he kissed each shoe several times, and daringly kissed the exposed flesh just once; as he did so, a sharp prick of static electricity stung his lips, as if to symbolise the promise of pain in serving her.

"You may call me Mistress Victoria. You may now sit next to me once more; I'm sure the ladies have a few questions they'd like to ask you, before deciding if you're worthy of our company." Victoria had already decided that Eric would be invited to join her later, whatever it was the ladies planned to do, but was now fully enjoying exerting her control and superiority over Eric. As he sat and marvelled at the glorious Victoria Eric was once again graced with the attentions of Cherie, who squeezed her sumptuous nylon clad thighs close to him and toyed with his hair as she readied herself to question him. Victoria was in urgent need of the ladies room, and gave Eric a sultry and menacing glance as she stood and passed him.

"You make sure you're still here when I get back." Eric was close to coming in his underwear as he watched the shapely mature thighs and cheeks move deliciously in the tight black leather; he would be staying wherever she wanted him to stay. Cherie smiled wickedly; the buxom redhead's eyes watched Eric's as they watched the ass move so gracefully across the floor poised upon those delectable stilettos.

"You'd like to lick that ass wouldn't you Eric?" His balls ached as he thought of that pleasure; how could he possibly answer in anything but the affirmative? He went red as he replied.

"Yes I would, very much so." Cherie purred with satisfaction as she continued to toy with his hair. Wanda was delighted with Victoria's progress and their luck at finding a suitable newbie to pair her with; she would encourage him.

"Well, you be a god boy Eric and you never know; your dreams may come true tonight." The two panned the club, looking for suitors to accompany them for later on; Pierre was sent on two more missions; two willing males known to the circle of ladies already, were summoned to join them for the evening , and the possibility of some erotic entertainment later at Cherie's house meant they were very eager to do so.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 08



The men were taken back to Cherie's in two taxis; Eric sat obediently by Victoria , still in a sense of shock and with no recollection of actually leaving Club Zero; the natural feminine control was beginning to mesmerise him. Victoria could not quite believe what was happening either, but her sense of superiority ensured that she did not show her 'capture' this. Eric steadily inhaled at her soft feminine scent which seemed to hold him like a drug; he could not keep his eyes from the beautiful camel-toe in the leather, which Victoria did nothing to hide; her womanhood swelling with anticipation as she yearned for her first venture into domination, now so close.

Eric felt dream-like as he rode in the large taxi with the four women; fittingly it had a female driver, and she eyed Eric with a broad smile in the rear view mirror, her pussy nicely aroused with the knowledge that he would be made to know his place by these stern women. Her bright red lips chewed on a cocktail stick; the sight of four obviously dominant women and a male slave-to-be not helping her kick her smoking habit. Cherie noted her interest.

"Do you like to see women in charge of men?" The taxi driver swerved slightly and apologised, slightly taken aback.

"Oh yes, I've had some bad treatment from males in the past, and I've developed a somewhat mean streak on that front; I intend the next one I get involved with will be like that one. I've finished my shift for tonight and I may go looking for one." She sneered at Eric with a look of contempt. Cherie's nipples peaked and her mature cunt oozed as she too looked at Eric.

"Would you like to stop by and witness Eric being dominated for the first time? I'm sure his new Mistress, Victoria, will not mind. After all he already has three women to please as a test before he's allowed to spend his first night alone with his mistress; I'm sure he would be obliged to give you a most novel tip for giving him a lift to paradise." Eric swallowed hard and his cock stiffened to rigidity at the realisation of what had been said; the women all laughed at him and their sneering eyes burned holes in him. He felt like their prey for the first time. The taxi driver gasped, and put her foot down as she spoke.

"Oh, I would love that, thank you so much." She looked at Eric and licked her lips.

When the taxi stopped at Cheri's Victoria stood proud and simply pointed to the front door in a stern manner. Eric walked dutifully on, his manhood bulging, not really knowing what to expect; his stomach a mass of butterflies. Pierre and the other two males left their taxi and were taken to their respective Mistress's rooms and each made to kneel by the bed and await the pleasure of their betters. Eric was taken into a large lounge with soft leather furnishings. Cherie wasted no time; she would not allow this new male time to think or get cold feet.

"Have him strip and kneel before you Victoria; we are eager to see what we've got." Victoria took a deep breath; her pussy slipped within the leather continuously now, such was her excitement. She eyed Eric sternly; she was more than ready to begin her domination of him now.

"Take you clothes off immediately, and kneel here." Eric did not hesitate, he was half naked before Victoria had stopped pointing to the floor; she now observed with the others as her first submissive lay himself bare before five fully clothed, assertive women. He was almost overcome by the electric atmosphere as he felt truly submissive for the first time in his life; he had dreamed of being in such a situation, and the reality of it did not disappoint or faze him in any way, he was willing to do anything for the women, especially Victoria. Cherie strutted over and toyed with his erect cock with her riding crop.

"Such a dear little cock, Victoria will be so pleased to see it spurt its little offering in her honour, but first we must ensure you are worthy of ownership by her." She glanced behind her and smiled as Wanda eagerly wriggled from her leather jodhpurs, pulling them over her stiletto boots and then peeled her panties over them too. She eased her feet to the seat of the chair, exposing her glorious womanhood and asshole. Eric's cock bobbed at the sight and the taxi driver's jaw dropped; this was a new world for her too, three people would receive an enjoyable education this night. Wanda wagged her finger at Eric.

"You'll come here now and show me if your tongue is worthy." Eric panted, and looked at Victoria for permission; he was already in acceptance that she owned him, and he could not have known she was a novice herself. Victoria needed not ask what her dominant friends were doing, she knew she was being shown the way, and she also knew they were aware she yearned to dominate Eric herself. She played the game perfectly, and simply nodded her accession at Eric with sublime authority; even this small act of control made her pussy bulge with pleasure, she could not wait to have him to herself.

Eric meekly crawled on all fours to Wanda's hot and needy cunt and asshole; just her scent had him close to orgasm and he had not yet put his face near her womanhood. He was aware he was the focal point of an audience of dominant women and the aching in his tingling balls was unbearable. Wanda smiled, almost softly; she was conscious that this was a newly enslaved male, and she would ease his look of almost terror, though she would ensure he knew his place, albeit gently.

"Don't be afraid, I shan't whip you tonight; you are here for Victoria but you must share your submission before you are allowed to worship your new mistress. I'll have my pussy licked now; my slave upstairs awaits a thrashing, you shall put me in the mood." Wanda pointed to her shaven and juicy slit and Eric did not hesitate; he was close to coming as he took in her delicious feminine scent, and Wanda giggled with delight s his tongue caressed her sticky folds for the first time. The other Cherie and Lola looked at each-other approvingly as Wanda simply enjoyed Eric's attentions; he had made no comment whatsoever and his body language was perfect, he was undoubtedly truly submissive but they would make sure he would be OK alone with Victoria. Wanda was eager to come, but reluctantly pulled his head from her crotch; none of the women would use him too much, they wanted Victoria to have that pleasure. Wanda looked up at Cherie who stood smiling behind Eric, she pointed to her. Eric turned with messy face to see the dominant woman towering over him; she too waged her finger. Eric shuffled submissively toward her and took in her scent too; she had no panties on and her short skirt revealed little. She smiled down on Eric with a look of menace and toyed with her crop, before tossing it to a chair. She lifted her skirt and pulled Eric's face to her crotch. He sniffed at the wonderful musty tang of the mature dominant's womanhood, his cock dribbling.

"Well, you have sampled pussy, now you'll worship asshole." She turned and bent, keeping her legs straight, and pulled her magnificent globular cheeks apart. Eric was ready to explode as he whiffed the spicy tang of a dominant woman's asshole for the first time; he eyed the juicy brown pucker and was close to whining a plea as he waited for the command.

"Lick my asshole you cur!" Eric's face warmed as the heat of her beautiful cheeks engulfed him; the taste was as erotically delicious as the smell as he licked and then probed her succulent puckers with gusto. Cherie was most pleased at this confirmation of his submissiveness, she sighed as he eagerly worked his tongue lovingly around her sweaty anus.

"Oh you are ready to be dominated aren't you? I think Victoria is in for a real treat tonight." Cherie noted the taxi driver her tongue, hanging out and her hand eagerly rubbing her crotch as she watched Eric submit to her asshole. Cherie smiled at Lola with her eye's half closed as she enjoyed the eager rhythm of Eric's tongue.

"Time to bring LeClerc to show our new guest to her room and be of service to her, I think." As Lola went smiling to fetch LeClerc for the taxi driver, Cherie reluctantly eased her ass away from Eric and gestured to Victoria. She stood over Eric now, her pussy buzzing anxiously in her tight leathers having witnessed his submission; she would enjoy being serviced by him alone now. As Lola returned and had LeClerc kneel at the feet of the taxi driver, Cherie moved to a drawer in a cabinet.

"We ladies have a little symbolic gift for you." Victoria smiled as Cherie handed her a collar and leash. Eric looked submissively up at her as she buckled the collar about his neck with her delicate fingers. She then stood proud and gave the leash a little tug; she felt she could have enjoyed an orgasm there and then; such was the intensity of the moment. The women clapped as she rubber-stamped her authority over Eric; he had shown his submission, she would now show him her dominance in earnest. LeClerc was also leashed for the taxi driver, and the women followed Victoria in procession up the stairs as she led him by the leash on all fours. Both would shortly know orgasms they could only have dreamed of previously.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 09



Victoria tried to maintain her elegant and confident posture as she led Eric by the new symbol of enslavement he now wore willingly about his neck. She could not help but breathe heavily as her pussy buzzed with sheer excitement in the tight leather she was now so keen to remove; she and Eric were now alone for the first time, and she would express her dominance over him with a fresh enthusiasm that would leave him in no doubt that she was in control. Eric was in a heaven of his own and oblivious to any tiny doubts that Victoria may have had about the impression she was giving; as he walked on all fours, leashed, and watching the ass in the tight leather of the woman who was to dominate him, his cock was rigid and dribbling pre-cum as he thought of nothing other than obeying her commands. Victoria led him to her bed then pointed to the floor, as she sat.

"Kneel and take my shoes off, then kiss my feet." Eric obeyed her instantly and took great pleasure in kissing her elegant feet and each toe with exquisitely painted toe-nails, over and over again. Victoria's pussy oozed in the hot leather as she basked in an erotic bliss which was truly dream-like; her confidence rose as she saw Eric was completely and utterly under her control. She sniggered audibly as her mind went back to the grey, staid world she had left behind; she thought of making a video for the Bridge Club members, how they'd appreciate that! Her giggling excited Eric all the more; thinking his new mistress thought his efforts feeble, he began sucking her toes, which made Victoria arch her back; the tight leather teasing her asshole and reminding her of delights to come. Her pussy tingled as she became more and more dominant.

"You may cease now. I want you to beg to lick my pussy. If you please me, I may let you lick my asshole too." She stood before Eric oozing her new found authority, and undid the top button of her leggings, giving a tug on Eric's leash to prompt his response to her demand. She sneered down at Eric as he looked up at the gorgeous camel-toe; oh how he wanted to sniff her for the first time. The genuine need and willingness to be dominated was evident in his clear response.

"Mistress Victoria, I beg you, please let me worship your womanhood with my tongue." Eric's cock pulsed as he relished the divine humiliation; he was ecstatic at hearing himself beg whilst kneeling naked and leashed at the feet of a middle-aged dominant woman. He was sure that just the scent of her mature and aroused cunt would make him come, his balls tingled the way they do just prior to orgasm and it was as much as he could do to control himself. Victoria's broad sneer echoed his feelings; she had not had her pussy licked by any male before, she had had such a sheltered life; now the first occasion would be at her behest, by a man she would dominate completely.

Her asshole tingled urgently; she wondered how it would feel when her new slave licked that too, and lick it he would, and thoroughly. Victoria pointed to her tight leather leggings and tugged Eric's leash to affirm her acceptance of his humbling request. Eric eagerly eased his fingers into the soft leather leggings at Victoria's shapely hips and eased the zip open. As he worked the tight leather down over her shapely ass cheeks, he swallowed nervously in anticipation. Victoria's pussy bulged with pleasure as the tight leather was pulled from it; the cool air exciting it all the more. Eric looked up at at her as the scent of her pussy teased his nostrils; the inside of the camel toe, now moulded in the leather between her thighs glistened messily; Eric yearned for a command and Victoria sensed this. She was in urgent need of his tongue, but there was plenty of time to enforce her complete control over her slave, and indulge his submissive tendencies. She tugged his leash.

"What are you waiting for; lick the inside of the crotch clean, you're responsible for making it so messy; I want it cleaned before you're allowed to lick me."

Eric wasted no time in pulling the warm leather to his lips; the scent of her glorious womanhood in the leather was tantalizing; his cock bobbed and his anus tingled with submissive pleasure as he tasted his mistress's juices for the first time. The sweet tang of her pussy mingled with the leather gave him an hors d'oeuvres for the delights to come. Victoria now yearned for his tongue as she watched him lap vigorously at the leather; she yanked excitedly at his leash.

"That will do; I want my leggings off now." Eric immediately obeyed and rolled the leather down each elegant leg, helping her step from them. She half smiled, half gasped as she sat on the very edge of the bed and lay back on the pillows she had pulled forward. Eric was ready to do anything as she lay back and lifted her supple thighs, showing him her neatly shaven pussy, glistening invitingly; the soft pink butterfly awaiting his tongue for the first time. She panted as she pointed to it and gave her command.

"Begin!" Eric was almost dragged forward as she pulled eagerly at his leash, not that there was the remotest hesitation from him; he had tongued his ex-wife on occasion, but only after he had got her drunk; she considered it 'dirty' and could not understand why he should want to do it. He was now about to put his tongue to good use, for a woman who was used to having such attention as routine; Eric could not know that this was the first time Victoria had been awarded such a pleasure. Despite her sheltered background she would not consider this intimate act 'dirty'; it would be her right to have such attention from her slave and though it was her first time, it would not be the last.

Eric sniffed hard at the beautiful musky scent of his new mistress's pussy; as his tongue touched the warm sweet folds and he sampled the divine taste for the first time, he was in submissive heaven. Victoria stared wildly at the ceiling and gasped at the wonderful sensation of a warm tongue teasing and cleaning her sweaty and aroused pussy for the first time; she knew she would come very shortly and her calves and toes tensed and pointed to the ceiling too, as she was immersed in a new and exciting world of absolute pleasure. Eric's cock dribbled as it stood rigid with excitement; though he yearned to come, he was so enjoying being of service to a dominant woman for the first time, and did not care if he were allowed to come or not. Such was the level of submission he had allowed himself to willingly sink to.

As his urgent tongue nursed her clitoris, wave after wave of pleasure moved through Victoria's entire body, and her anus tingled as her juices and Eric's saliva dribbled down to the pucker; the cool air reminding her of the pleasure to be had there. She would have her asshole licked too. Gasping, she managed to pull Eric's head back, and lifted her legs further back. Eric nearly came as he spied her gorgeously puckered and inviting asshole. He yearned for the command; Victoria was now desperate.

"Lick my asshole, and make sure you clean it thoroughly." Victoria's thighs, calves and feet now pointed rigidly at the ceiling as she now nursed her eager clitoris with an urgent and elegant finger, and awaited a male subservient tongue in asshole for the first time. Eric was now in submissive rapture; as she sniffed the succulent tang of his mistress's asshole, he could not quite believe where he was. As he tasted the sharp tang for the first time, his balls ached in a beautiful submission as he performed this most submissive of acts so willingly for the first time. Victoria moaned in ecstasy as her pussy dribbled and her anus relaxed and opened obligingly to be serviced by her slave's tongue. As Eric probed lovingly with his tongue, deep into the hot and savoury musk of his dominant mistress's asshole, Victoria moaned as she closed in on a sumptuous and rewarding orgasm; yes, she was in complete control and she would keep this male in his place forever; as these thoughts boosted her ever growing dominant ego, the sound of another male slave being thrashed in the room next door became audible to the both; as the muffled sound of the cane and moaning of the punished slave hit their ears, Eric probed deeper and more with more vigour than ever; the thought of being caned was exquisite. Victoria moaned in heavenly ecstasy as she too thought of wielding the cane mercilessly. She almost howled as an intense and superbly rewarding orgasm ripped through her body. Eric's cock was fit to burst as he eyed his pleased mistress through the cleft of her buzzing pussy; he maintained his thrusts as he she moaned for what seemed like an eternity.

Victoria slowly lifted herself up as the ecstasy subsided and smiled down at her new slave; he had shown her the way things would always be from now on without question; her satisfied pussy stilled tingled despite the overwhelming energy of the orgasm she had just experienced. As she looked at her new property; his cock rigid and need of relief, she thought how it would feel nice inside her; cock put in its natural haven was also still very pleasing to her, but her dominance now took the upper hand. Neither she nor Eric could know at that time that her friends would arrange a treat for them all, whereby Victoria would sample another man's cock whilst Eric watched; he would then enjoy another man's semen for the first time, and enjoy it he would. No, she would continue her humiliation of him. He looked up at her, and as passive as he tried to be; his cock was rock hard, his eyes could not hide their pleading. Victoria was tiring now.

"You may masturbate at my feet; you will then lick your mess from my feet, and the join me in bed. I want to know all about you." With the divine scent of his new mistress's pussy and asshole still fresh in his nostrils. Eric eagerly grabbed his cock and remained on his knees before his dominant mistress. Victoria smiled with pleasure as she watched his fist work rapidly back and forth over his lubricated bell-end, and she laughed contemptuously as Eric grunted like a wild animal and shot loop after loop of hot semen all over her legs and feet; her laughing ensuring sweet humiliation bolstered his delicious orgasm, draining his balls for her for the first time. She looked down with pride whilst his tongue tasted his own salty semen for the first time. She swelled with her now completely natural sense of dominance.

"You have made such a mess; I may have to cane you tomorrow, but I'm too tired after your making me work the way you have. I shall think of ways of having you make it up to me." When she was satisfied her legs and feet were clean , she kept the leash taught as she beckoned him to lie between the sheets with her.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 10



Victoria was so pleased to hear the Eric had no ties at home, and lived within twenty-five miles of her; her wish to enslave him totally grew stronger with each revelation, and Eric's wish to be enslaved by her was reinforced on hearing she was completely independent now, and owned a large house which would need be maintained by a willing servant. The two were a little tired when they appeared for breakfast the next day, Victoria having taken great pleasure in face-sitting Eric several times during the night and milking his eager cock as he pleasured her. Eric could not know that her eagerness to do so was because she had not had the pleasure of controlling a male's orgasm that way before; she had told him a great deal, but had remained economic with her information about her domineering experiences.

Victoria had taken particular pleasure in bringing Eric to the brink several times, as he sniffed and licked her pussy and anus; only to deny him, and then treat both he and herself in taking complete control over when he was allowed to shoot his cream. She had thoroughly enjoyed having him beg, and then gained exquisite pleasure in seeing the cream shoot from his rigid cock at her command.

Eric had followed his new mistress meekly down the stairs having tended her needs in the shower and helped dress her; Victoria smiled with satisfaction at his attentions, both were assuming their new roles so naturally, and both receiving great pleasure from it. Eric's cock was in an almost continuous state of erection, and Victoria's pussy tingled whenever she gave a frequent command or signal to the male she now dominated. Victoria was delighted to see all the males from the night before, all kneeling subserviently before a bench seat where they had their breakfast and coffee; the women sat centrally and in comfort. The women were equally delighted to see her and anxious to hear of her first night's service; she pointed Eric to his place of servitude with the other males without saying a word. Eric went and knelt with pleasure as he watched the woman who was now his mistress, join the other male's owners; from now on, even breakfast would give him an erection. Victoria's practiced stern look turned to a broad smile when out of view of the chastised males; advertising to the circle of dominant women that her first night had been a success. The taxi driver looked even more worn out than she; LeClerc, having finished his coffee, now knelt naked by her command; his cock rigid as he sniffed through the gusset of her panties which had been placed over his head by her.

Cherie was delighted at his humiliation by the taxi Driver, who had expressed her willingness to own the wretch on being made a member of the circle. LeClerc would now face a thrashing before the assembled maids of the household each time his new mistress had a bad day at work.

The women clasped their hands and wanted to know if Eric had been completely obedient; they did not lower the tone of their voices, though Eric was within obvious earshot; this added to his humiliation and was all part of him learning his place. His cock swelled with the sweet sense of submission as the women discussed how he'd been well and truly owned for the first time. Wanda was particularly anxious to know of his circumstances back home.

"So he'll be able to sell his house and put the money in your bank account, for you to look after; you can make him beg for treats that way, you'll own him body, soul and financially! Oh, I'm so happy for you. When we're home again, I have a few friends to introduce you to who'll give you a lot of training tips for Eric; some are most exquisite, you'll love it." Eric swallowed hard and his cock hardened too as he heard the women discuss how his former life would be snuffed out as he inevitably submitted everything to his dominant mistress; she would own him completely and he would willingly pander to her slightest whim. His ass tingled with wanton submission as Victoria's eyes met his whilst her natural and rightful ownership of everything he once owned was discussed.

The look he gave her was one of complete submission and total agreement with all that had been decided for him by the women. Victoria's pussy soiled her fresh panties as she took in his look and generated her own response of authority and finality over him; she basked in his willing defeat and would have her asshole licked by the pool at the earliest opportunity.

Cherie looked at LeClerc as he snorted at the divine scent of his new mistress's pussy, and smiled as she saw the Taxi Driver, Nanette, look eagerly at him, toying with a leash anxiously. She had stamped her authority on him with the cane last night, and though tired, was eager to continue to show him who was well and truly in control. Cherie smiled.

"I do so like to see raw enthusiasm for the cause of natural feminine superiority. I take it you'll be happy to accompany us all to Dominique Martin's party at Gassin on Saturday? She is always so happy to meet new women who have come to their senses; of course, you don't have to take LeClerc along, we can always find someone more suitable." The women sneered and laughed as an audible whine was heard from behind the richly scented and now thoroughly licked gusset. Nanette sneered too and pulled the leash tight between her hands menacingly.

"Oh thank you Cherie, I should love to attend, but someone else will have to show me if he's worthy of my company." Cherie smiled and passed her a vicious cane from a conveniently placed umbrella stand.

"I can see how eager you are; perhaps you'd like to take Leclerc out to the centre of the lawn and have him whine in earnest." LeClerc's cock rose to rigidity as Nanette stood and pointed to her feet. He was there immediately, willing and looking up at the sneering Nanette as she hastily leashed him in her anxiety to cane him severely for his misdemeanour. The women clapped as she strutted away across the patio round the poo to the lawn, whipping the air with the vicious cane whilst LeClerc did his best to keep up on all fours. Lola stood and smiled as she rang the service bell.

"I'll summon the maids to come and watch; I know how he enjoys being thrashed before an audience." Victoria sipped nonchalantly at her coffee, and then pointed to her feet with a wicked smile. Though he had dressed casually for the day, Victoria had other ideas where witnessing punishment was concerned. As he arrived at her feet she lifted her light skirt and held his face to the crotch of her panties; Eric's cock stiffened as he sniffed her dominance.

"You'll strip naked; I want to see your excitement at another male's punishment." She smiled down as Eric duly obliged; the humiliation of being naked before clothed women adding to his already visible excitement. He basked in further submissive ecstasy as maids filed by, laughing at him and making remarks about how pathetic his cock was.

As LeClerc was bent over a chair in the middle of the lawn in front of the women, the giggling maids and the owned males on their knees, Nanette brought the cane whistling down with the utmost malice. She smiled with sublime satisfaction as the wretch yelled like a child as the red line blossomed across his buttocks; the maids cheered and clapped with joy as LeClerc squirmed and bleated through the panties. Nanette's pussy bulged and tingled with delight as she savoured thrashing a naked male before an audience of women for the first time; she would stop her taxi in a quiet back road and masturbate furiously on many occasions in the future, as she recalled the day's events.

Eric's cock was rigid as he knelt obediently beside Victoria and wondered what it would feel like to have her administer punishment. Victoria seemed to sense this and smiled down at him; her panties now sodden again.

"Oh, I shan't thrash you today, but you'll feel the cane from me at some point. When punishment has been served and things have calmed down, I shall allow you to lick my asshole again; the situation has made me so sticky. You'll enjoy that won't you?" Eric's cock pulsed and dribbled as he looked first at his smiling mistress's eyes, and then the gorgeous curve in her skirt. He croaked out his undeniably happy response.

"Yes mistress, I would love to lick your asshole for you."



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 11



Eric had feared that the feeling of being dominated would only be novelty and would wear off with the more time he spent with Victoria; likewise, Victoria had also wondered if she would lapse back into her old persona and simply become the 'little lady' again, but as the days passed, both were consumed by their new roles in life and realised that their lives had changed forever. Victoria now revelled in her superiority automatically; Eric automatically obliged in ensuring that she knew that he knew his place - cock and pussy both in a luxurious state of semi-arousal during their co-operation throughout each day during what were formerly the most mundane of tasks. Eric drove her to the plage like chauffer, tended and rubbed in her sun lotion with throbbing cock; Victoria accepting his now slave like attention, both conscious that onlookers were sensing that this was a relationship where the woman was firmly in control and showing her natural dominance. Both were now enjoying and relishing each opportunity to display publicly this way, and though the sun of the south of France was exquisite, both were looking excited by the prospect of returning home to express their new roles there; Eric's cock stiffened at the thought of being leashed and humiliated at home, Victoria could not wait to shock some of her staid friends with her new dominant and liberated image; she was also relishing meeting new friends through Wanda's 'circle', and parading Eric, suitably leashed and dominated, before them.

The women chose their favourite leather outfits for the party at Gassin; Madame Dominique Martin was known for her extreme dominance and the women were nicely aroused even before they arrived, such was their anticipation, gained from prior functions there. Eric's cock was rigid as he was led by his leash from the car by a proudly dominant Victoria, after they had arrived at the grand house. The smell of the women and their shiny and aromatic leather had ensured his cock was stiff and dribbling. Equally, the ladies were moist and erotically charged as they wondered what Dominique had in store for her new slave, Bernard; they knew his humiliation would be sublime, and it would not belong before the severe dominatrix tired of him, and would sell him off to a suitably stern and mature woman in need of pampering.

Dominique was a superbly dominant and independent woman who processed males whenever the whim aroused her; they were captured by her subliminally attractive persona, hopelessly hooked by her, and then broken and defeated by her. Dominique so loved to indulge her friends by inviting them - and their slaves - to witness their complete and utter humiliation and domination; the submissive male in question also benefitting from the delicious situation of being broken before an audience. Cherie and Wanda had witnessed many delights there; even ceremonial castrations, performed on willing submissive and totally broken males, who were made to beg to have their balls removed, allowed to shoot their cream one final and luxurious time, and then emasculated before an eager crowd of women, who showed their complete satisfaction on seeing a once proud pair of balls held aloft. The willing male, now free of the self-inflicted torture that the raging testosterone created within his now removed sack, taken away by his smiling mistress to begin a life of total servitude as a eunuch; he would now watch impassively, but still humiliated as his mistress enjoyed sex with other males; cleaning duties allowing him to enjoy the taste of his mistress and semen he could no longer produce, spent by a grinning sire who would also add to his perpetual humiliation.

Eric was led into a large central room, where Wanda introduced Victoria to an array of deliciously superior women who gleefully commended her on 'coming out' and realising her true position in life. They also smiled and sneered at the kneeling Eric, gently whipping his erect cock as he knelt, naked except for the leather harness which displayed his new life of bondage and submission to his mistress; they were equally delighted to learn his story from his mistress, his recognition of knowing his true place just as pleasing. A big auburn haired woman licked her lips as she Eric's balls playfully with her leather crop; his cock stiffened as she stepped close, offering her huge thighs close to his face and allowing him a whiff of her excitement.

"You make sure you behave and serve your mistress well, else we'll see you back here as a personal guest of Dominique's; Bernard won't be here for long after all." Victoria smiled at the woman and then tugged at Eric's leash, as if to reassure him that he would not be going anywhere without her in the foreseeable future; she intended to own and enjoy him for a while yet.

The women chatted as though at a women's institute meeting, sat in a circle of tables surrounding a central area; their respective male subordinates made to kneel in front of the tables, facing the central area where the slave who faced the imitation from Dominique would be displayed. The room was bedecked with huge mirrors in order that all parties would not miss any part of the proceedings; the slave would enjoy watching whatever treatment was dealt out, and would not escape it, short of closing his eyes. The women applauded as Dominique made her entrance; Eric noted how some of his fellow slave's cocks stiffened and bobbed visibly as the supremely dominant woman made her entrance - some had witnessed her several times before, and yearned to be owned by her, dreaming of being cruelly broken and disposed of, some would indeed lose their balls to her in the future. Their respective mistresses grinned down on their charges, knowing their thoughts and enjoying the sublime tease they would now endure; some already had new males lined up and would offer the existing ones up to Dominique at the end of the evening, ensuring that the males overheard that they were being offered gratis, being worthless and of no further use other than for group entertainment, punishment, and perhaps public castration. But first they would witness Bernard being broken.

Dominique looked magnificent; the delicious folds of her shapely mature body wrapped tightly in shiny black latex, her bulging cunt exquisitely outlined in the beautifully skin tight material, and unavailable at the moment, hidden behind an inviting zip which would be undone when the aroused lips and sticky asshole locked away by it were ready to be serviced. Bernard trailed behind her on all fours, his face a look of bewilderment; he was learning fast that he was not anything special in Dominique's life, but merely a tool in an episode of it. Dominique had taken great delight in making him feel special, only to dash his hopes with the truth which she had casually and cuttingly mentioned to him, having taken him in and gained his confidence; breaking male's spirits this way gave her an immense erotic thrill, she loved being cruel.

Now Bernard would realise his true destiny; a toy to be played with till she tired of him, his face in complete shock as the wicked female led him before the crowd of eager women. Despite his fear his cock jutted rigidly erect as he waddled on all fours like a lamb to the slaughter, a huge dosage of Viagra ensuring he would not fail to entertain his mistress and the crowd as he was put to good use. He could not help but witness his own shame and excitement as his eyes met the many reflections available to him. Behind him strutted two young debutant dominatrix, beaming with pride and carrying canes, the two also clad in latex, but purple, both mimicking their mentor in displaying bulging cunts which concealed their feminine honey which would be sampled by the punished male when it was deemed he had earned the privilege.

Dominique gained great pleasure in tutoring young ladies who openly displayed their naturally dominant tendencies at an early age. They were indentured to her at 18 and took up residence at the big house, coming from all over Europe; she had six living there at the moment which was the capacity; there had been a steady increase in recent years, so many females naturally assuming their superiority these days. Dominique loved to indulge them, getting deep erotic pleasure in seeing pert young females boss, h humiliate and punish males twice their age with impunity; the relish with which the young dommes administered their punishments confirmed the pleasure was mutual. The two she had chosen for today's special task would not let her down. Dominique sat smiling in an open chair, crossing her magnificent legs; her ample and elegant thighs displayed for the pleasure of the on looking slaves, who like Eric, yearned to be allowed to masturbate in honour of the supreme and erotically cruel woman; someone else would be allowed this pleasure. The two sneering harpies had Bernard sit on a padded bolster-like stool, which had him assume a semi-kneeling position, the bolster separating his feet from his buttocks. The bewildered male looked to his mistress as the two delectable latex-clad bitches strutted impatiently, betraying their youthfulness. Dominique smiled with supreme pleasure and then looked at Bernard with utter contempt.

"You will now masturbate whilst these two young ladies allow you the taste of the cane for the first time this evening; I intend to break you completely for the pleasure of our guests. You will give a good show of your cream each time you come; I will not tolerate short measures." The crowd of women laughed contemptuously as Bernard let out an audible whimper as the smiling latex-clad girls flexed their canes and Dominique's bulging cunt squirmed with arousal in the heat of the latex as she pointed sternly to his cock. No sooner had he begun to stroke his rigid cock, than the air was cut by the whoosh of the first stroke of the cane. Bernard yelped yet maintained working his rock hard cock; both he and Dominique appreciating the combined pleasure and pain; he first hand as the two eager young dommes took turns in flexing their young muscles with gusto, the stinging pain tempered by the smiling dominant vision before him, the pleasure of stimulating his cock, and the divine humiliation of being thrashed by two teenage dommes before an audience of women.

Dominique's pussy buzzed in the latex as she watched with great pleasure as the humiliated male grimaced with pain and ecstasy as he began his journey to total defeat. Eric's balls were ready to burst as he watched the two lithe figures stretch and shimmer in the tight purple latex, their faces grinning demonically with abject pleasure as they thrashed their victim. He could see clearly how they relished carrying out the task before an audience, and the sight of their hot needy cunts in the beautiful latex had him close to orgasm. Victoria was also hit by a fresh new erotic tingle as she watched the three women subject the hapless male to the divine torture; having seen several canings at Cherie's, she was beginning to build an appetite for it, and the obvious pleasure on the faces of the young ladies was so apparent as they inflicted the stinging pain with their rattans. She looked down at Eric's bare back and ass with her pussy tingling in her leather cat suit; he seemed to sense she was looking at him and turned to face her, his cock oozing pre-cum at the divine thought of being caned by his mistress. As the delectable sound of the cane rang in their ears, Victoria smiled as the mutual thought passed between them.

"Yes Eric, I shall have the pleasure of disciplining you that way when we return to Cherie's; you have interrupted my enjoyment of the show by distracting me, and shall be punished." Eric's balls tingled as he humbly returned his attentions to Bernard's degradation, Victoria smiled at her own innovation in justifying her indulgence with the cane; the grey life she had known before was fast becoming a distant memory.

No sooner had they returned their attentions to the main attraction, when applause and contemptuous laughter rang out from the watching crowd of dominant women; Bernard had succumbed to the taunting latex-clad vision before him, and the delectable stinging pain of the youthful punishers behind him. The women's derision greatly enhanced his lush and humiliating orgasm as he spurted hot semen in generous quantities. The young ladies in the tight purple latex had been relentless with the strokes of their canes on seeing the first sight of their quarry's cream, and applied their rattans with utmost vigour in whipping the last drop from him; their broad smiles as much to do with relief as their bodies squirmed within the hot latex, both aroused pussies close to orgasm with the delicious stimulation.

Those pussies would have to wait their turn though; as Dominique smiled with satisfaction on watching her latest toy caned to a humiliating orgasm, she now felt in need of attention herself. Through tearful eyes, his cock temporarily limp and spent, Bernard watched as his spiteful mistress slowly unzipped the crotch of her latex outfit. His cock was already beginning to rise again as he eyed the inviting lips of his mistress's hot cunt and sweaty asshole. She sneered at the feeble male and simply beckoned his approach with her finger; he duly obliged and his cock completed its revival on his nose appreciating the rich scent of his mistress. The show would now continue.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 12



Dominique brutally dominated and humiliated the hapless wretch in many ways, finishing the session by cruelly pressing the spiked heel of her stilettos into his balls till he begged her for mercy, then having her two assistants bind and gag him, leaving him like a carcass at butchery in the middle of the stage. Sated for a while, she left to join her guests for a drink. Bernard had thought the evening was to be in his honour; bound into glorious slavery as Dominique's favourite, but he was now fully aware that he was just a plaything in her show, and she was thoroughly enjoying her cruel deception. Dominique's arousal was magnified in the extreme as she destroyed the spirit of males by exacting this confidence trick; like many males before, Bernard wept as the girls stung his flesh with the lash, and he watched the rear of the glorious and untouchable Dominique as she drank wine with her friends, showing no interest in him whatsoever as her understudies played their part in breaking his spirit completely. In need of relief the two girls turned him on his back and took turns in face sitting him. A slender hand took hold of his erect cock, and as he sniffed and snorted at the deliciously youthful tastes and aromas, he was taunted to orgasm.

"Poor, poor Bernard. You thought you were special, but you're just another male to be exploited by a magnificent woman; how could you ever have believed you'd be the chosen one? You'll be lucky to leave here tonight with your balls; we may even have a snuff party. Either way, you'll know you're worthless; you'll give me your pathetic offering now." The young bitch pressed her sweetly scented pussy and anus hard down on his face and stroked his cock to oblivion; laughing as she did so to increase his humiliation. Bernard's back arched as he resigned himself in complete submission; he was beaten, broken and worthless, the other girl spitefully squeezed his balls, and he erupted in total capitulation. He orgasmed as never before as he thought of being castrated and then snuffed; at least he would be the star of the show for five minutes that way. The girls sneered with wicked satisfaction as the useless cur, bound and broken gave an excellent delivery of semen on knowing he was just a toy.

Eric felt a tug on his leash, which woke him from his daydream of being caned to orgasm. Dominique and Wanda had beckoned Victoria over to where they were having a conversation with Sylvia Rennes. Eric's already permanently erect cock stiffened to rigidity as he viewed this woman; he could sense there was something awesome about this superb female, who immediately bent down and cupped his balls on arrival. There was something almost supernatural about her touch and his cock bobbed, yearning to shoot as his sack was caressed by the smooth and elegant hand. Dominique and Wanda smiled wickedly at him, making his balls pulse, which delighted the woman who held them. She smiled and looked to Victoria.

"If ever he becomes unruly, or you tire of having him show his cock this way, just bring him to me; I shall soon have him truly know he is worthless - permanently." Victoria smiled in a puzzled way as the other two laughed. Dominique then introduced Victoria to the elegant woman with full breasts, and full length figure hugging leather dress which emphasised her supreme and undoubted femininity, who looked at Eric with a wistful smile as though he were a fatted calf. Dominique introduced the stern woman who continued to look on the kneeling Eric contemptuously.

"Please meet every woman's best friend, and every male's nemesis; Sylvia Rennes. I have seen males ejaculate without the need for masturbation, on just being made aware of her presence, and we love to see the faces of those who are chosen to be performed upon, you see, Sylvia is a castratrix; she has emasculated hundreds of males, and has developed it into a fine and humiliating act, she never tires of it, and nor do her audiences; there is nothing quite as subliminally erotic as seeing a male put in his place permanently, especially when he has had no prior warning. Do you know just how many males you've destroyed Sylvia?" Sylvia made sure she had Eric's absolute focus, and smiled sweetly at him as she sipped blood red wine before answering. She need not have worried that he was not fully attentive; he was now close to automatically shooting for her, the way other males had been described as doing so; the thought of relinquishing his balls to such a magnificent woman was indeed subliminally erotic. She eyed Eric's sack as she spoke.

Dominique now had an excited audience who were keen to learn of her exploits; many dommes brought their slaves teasingly close to ensure they were in earshot of this extreme woman who delighted in inflicting punishment of absolute permanence. Victoria's pussy flowered to lush arousal and she listened with a mischievous interest as she began to elaborate on her cruel yet exquisite fetish.

"I am not 100% sure, but I think the count is close to 280, or thereabouts; the thing is, owners will bring their males to me at random on occasion, at an event where my services have been previously booked, and I then have the pleasure of performing the service on males brought to me there and then on the whim of their mistresses. Of course, these cases are especially enjoyable; the males in question not expecting to be reduced to eunuchs at the drop of a hat – the thrill of obliging their mistresses is exquisite for both I and the mistress concerned, the helpless look of horror and resignation on the face of the males about to lose their potency gives an erotic charge second to none; the feeling of power and supremacy is electrifying. The selected male is allowed one last pre-conversion spend; the delivery is almost always spectacular, with the inevitable outcome of castration ahead of them. My presence and the instruments laid out for them to see; knowing it to be their last orgasm and hurried toward their last moment of ecstasy by their smiling and eager mistress has the tendency to make them empty their balls in a very generous and satisfying display; the mistress often has a fresh male on hand who has become their new favourite, to increase her sense of pleasure and the now un-favoured male's exquisite degradation, this is delightful as the new favourite then keeps this in his memory and ensures his obedience and willingness to serve and please completely."

Victoria Instinctively kept Eric's leash tight; though the prospect of this show of absolute feminine power excited her immensely, she would ensure Eric remained a slave to his own balls for the time being. Eric's cock dribbled pre-cum from the tip of his bone-hard erection as he had bitter-sweet daydreams of being made to give up his balls for Victoria, and having this magnificent woman perform the task. He all but shot his load when the supremely dominant woman bent down once more, her tight leather dress squeaking delectably as she cupped his balls once more and spoke again as she looked into his eyes, and then to Victoria.

"I have an appointment the day after tomorrow; I should love you two to be present, it does a slave the world of good to witness an emasculation with his mistress. I guarantee you will both enjoy it."

Victoria felt strangely wicked as she accepted the invitation without the slightest hesitation; Sylvia gave Eric's balls a gentle squeeze as she did so. He would come like never before when Victoria had him to herself later; the bite of the cane and the fantasy of castration would ensure this.

Dominique finished her wine and the audience applauded as she strutted back to continue torturing the hapless Bernard, who had been soundly whipped and abused by the girls; he would not lose his balls tonight, but his destiny was not to be with Dominique. From a cage hoist high above the hall, unseen as yet by the guests, her next victim squirmed within. He came for the third time as he rubbed his leather bound genitals against the bars of the cage, while watching the magnificent Dominique strut and punish the out of favour Bernard; he would soon be party to the wretch's total demoralisation.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 13



Eric now looked starry eyed at his mistress Victoria as she watched with interest the techniques employed by Dominique as she exacted various humiliating and painful punishments on Bernard. He watched her mature yet supple body ripple, as she applauded with the other dommes at the end of sessions where Bernard had experienced the spiteful woman's prowess with cane, whip, or crop. Along with the other attendant slaves, he envied Bernard's position and yearned to be dominated by his mistress; he looked at the curve of her delicious thighs and buttocks encased in the tight black leather, sat primly on the seat in elegant fashion; he longed to be allowed to refresh her no doubt very sticky pussy and anus with his tongue, and then be caned by her for the pleasure of doing so.

Victoria sensed his attention and looked down on him with a sense of sweet triumph as the sound of Dominique caning Bernard rang in their ears, she could never have guessed just a few short weeks ago, just what a full and rewarding life there was to be had; her pussy tingled as her moist lips and clitoris were squeezed in the taut leather, as she looked on the kneeling male she now owned as she could never have imagined before. The idea of showing him off on her return to England gave her such a thrill; the women of her village would be so shocked to see the change in her, and she had the pleasure of being introduced to Wanda's friends also. She gave Eric a stern and wicked smile as she pulled his leash tight, which made his rigid cock pulse close to orgasm; his thoughts were similar to hers, and he was truly worshipping her now.

"I know what you're thinking Eric; you must be patient, I am eager to get you home and cane you, but we must enjoy our guest's company and the show first. You may kiss my feet and be satisfied with that for the moment. I shall remember your impatience when I have the cane in my hand." Eric had inferred nothing and had made no gesture to indicate impatience, but welcomed his mistress's divine and absolute judgement. His balls tingled and Victoria's pussy bulged, her nipples hardened, as he made the most of kissing his mistress's feet while other dommes close by, smiled in approval at his humbling gesture.

Bernard was reduced to the status of a snivelling child as the strutting Dominique and her two young assistants whipped and thrashed him to utter defeat; he was broken mentally as the cruel woman's taunts ensured he knew he was of no use to her. The delighted audience of dominant women sensed a change in the atmosphere; Dominique lifted her arms and had the tearful and utterly defeated Bernard face the audience. She then beckoned to someone who sat on the perimeter; Bernard looked on with a mixed expression of submission and horror as a huge domme of about 65 waddled toward him holding a collar and leash; her bulbous belly barely contained by the latex bodice she wore, which also fought to retain her huge sagging breasts. His look turned to bewilderment as he was collared and his head pulled between her huge sweaty thighs to enjoy a sniff of her equally bulbous crotch. As his head was allowed away again, he feared the worst as Dominique gave him a sneer and turned her back on him to strut away to the rear of the hall. She smiled with supreme pleasure as she pulled a curtain back to reveal a rope which she unhitched as her two assistants beckoned the audience to look up.

The watching dommes applauded as Dominique lowered the cage containing the leather bound male, which alighted close to the collared Bernard. Dominique studied his bewildered face to get the maximum thrill from the situation, and then released the cur from the cage and his leather bondage. She immediately had the fresh male kneel at her feet; his cock erect with excitement, despite having disgraced himself within his bondage several times as he witnessed the humiliation of the male he would now replace. Dominique looked at the tearful Bernard with wicked satisfaction; he looked at her wonderful mature and shapely figure, how he yearned to be hers, her cruel deception had worked perfectly. She laughed with utter contempt as she faced Bernard's pleading eyes.

"Yes Bernard, Monique here is your new owner, you are of no use to me anymore, but there is one more task you'll perform before you leave here forever." The stern woman, her pussy buzzing with the thrill, then turned her face to her new toy.

"You will now masturbate on my feet." The audience clapped their approval as the new male gratefully took his rigid cock in hand and stroked it in ecstasy as he knelt in absolute worship of the supremely dominant Dominique. She eyed Bernard with a deep sense of satisfaction as he watched the male enjoying his submission to the woman he thought he would serve.

The watching women laughed and cheered as the new male grunted and convulsed in sheer pleasure as he shot a worthy wad of hot semen across Dominique's shiny stilettos and ankles; further jets spattered the leather of her shins before his deliciously humiliating orgasm before a crowd of women subsided. Dominique clicked her fingers and the two smiling assistants leashed the new male and him away to her boudoir where he would be bound and left to await her pleasure. 

Dominique smiled at Bernard and his fat new owner tugged on his new leash to urge him forward. Dominique's pussy was close to orgasm as the audience hushed in anticipation of her command. She looked at Bernard and pointed to the white blobs which decorated her calves and shoes.

"Oh yes Bernard, you shall be allowed to lick my feet just once more before you go; you'll lick me clean of every drop the cream my new favourite has provided for you, you'll never get another opportunity. LICK!" She laughed with complete satisfaction and utter contempt along with the on looking crowd, as Bernard performed this final humiliation. His cock was stiff and yearning for relief as he lapped another male's salty mess from the wicked woman's shoes and legs; her laughter and the same from the crowd magnifying his humiliation as they watched him lick and consume the now cold semen. Dominique would enjoy a thoroughly satisfying orgasm later, as she recalled her delicious torment of the worthless Bernard. The snivelling and worthless wretch was led away by his bulbous new owner to rapturous applause after he had tongued away every trace of cum; Dominique did not give him a second glance and strutted back to her guests who stood and continued their applause. They had thoroughly enjoyed the torment and complete humiliation of the male.

Dominique was careful not to pay the slightest attention to Bernard as he was led around the perimeter of the audience by his proud new mistress; she took great delight in bringing him closer to those who had enjoyed the show, and who now took great pleasure in laughing at him in a derisory fashion as he was led past on all fours, many taunting him about his worthlessness. His saggy new mistress ensuring the audience knew he was to be toilet trained as soon as he got home with her; she had over indulged as usual and her new slave would be put to immediate use.

Eric's cock rose at he witnessed his mass humiliation; his balls now ached for relief and he was yearning more than ever to feel the sting of his mistress's cane for the first time. His cock dribbled as he watched the folds of Monique's huge bulbous ass; Bernard would be ok, the thought of being made to lick that was a submissive male's dream, and this was another vision which would stay with him as he was caned. As he knelt and watched Victoria's full and shapely ass as she discussed the evening with the other dommes, he knew he would shoot his load long before he had sampled sufficient strokes of the cane. His cock almost exploded as Dominique sneered down at him, before Victoria also turned to him, smiling wickedly; in her hand was one of the canes that Bernard had been thrashed with. She had promised Dominique that it would be put to good use.

At last the evening came to an end and both Eric and Victoria were almost counting the lamp-posts they passed as they returned in the cab to Cherie's; Wanda and Cherie smirked as the the couple sat in silence for most of the journey, she flexing her cane across her leather-clad thighs with a knowing smile fixed on her face, he watching her; his mouth agape as he thought of the punishment he'd receive. Victoria almost blushed, almost, as she noted the two had noticed their intense desire to indulge their relationship; Victoria was still a novice but was gaining experience fast, and kept her composure so as not to show any flaw to the impeccably dominant persona she portrayed before Eric. She adjusted her posture slightly and looked sternly at Eric.

"Oh, and when we're done, you shall tend my Brazilian; it's been three days since you did it last, I don't want you getting sore lips, you'll not perform correctly that way. Tending my pussy to ensure it's perfect when you worship it with your tongue will help with your humility, and I find the feeling of having it done so pleasing. You can think about why you've been caned as you patiently perform the task; you know it's your impatience that's earned you a caning." Eric did his best to look chastened, but in reality he was thrilled with the prospect of receiving this punishment; the idea of the other women knowing that he would shave her pussy after his punishment gave him an extra thrill. Wanda smirked all the more; there was an even better way of having slaves appreciate the most feminine region of their mistress's anatomy, and it involved a second male. Her pussy buzzed as she delivered her tease.

"I find it so refreshing to be serviced by a well-endowed stud on occasion, whilst my slave of the moment watches him perform in a way that he will never be allowed, not being large enough to fully excite that way; as per your Eric. After being made to watch how a real man performs, the slave is then obliged to lick up the mess made by his fellow man; someone has to. It is SO invigorating to be fucked by a huge cock now and then, and the thrill of the slave's humiliation as his tongue cleanses your sated pussy of the worthier male's cream is sublime." Cherie chuckled in a way which echoed her agreement, Eric swallowed hard and his balls tingled at the divine humiliation he'd feel if Victoria was fucked as he was made to watch. Wanda smiled wickedly as Victoria looked curiously pleased at the notion.

"Have you ever had a nice black cock?" Wanda knew that there was not a hope in hell that her answer would be yes, but the tease at Eric's expense had the three women's pussies oozing as much as at any time whilst watching Bernard's degradation. Victoria smiled smugly at Eric.

"No, I have never been lucky enough to enjoy that pleasure; I have heard that black men have huge dicks though." Wanda now looked at both Eric and Victoria as she continued.

"And would you like to be fucked by a huge black cock?" Victoria looked Eric in the eye and saw that he was willing to endure any humiliation she chose for him; the seed had been sown and the upper-middle class widow from the dire grey background now imagined the glorious luxury of lying back and being fucked by nine or ten inches of Afro-Caribbean cock whilst the male she now owned watched, in readiness to lick her post orgasmic and messy cunt clean. She nearly orgasmed as the taxi negotiated a bump in the road. Eric's cock was rigid and his balls tingled with a strange anticipation as he awaited Victoria's response, and felt the lush enjoyment the women got from his humiliation; they sneered as he squirmed at the thought of seeing his mistress fucked. Victoria was not to be denied.

"I think I would like that very much, and Eric will enjoy the education." The women applauded her decision and laughed as they watched Eric's strange look of humiliation and resignation; his anus tingled now as he thought of this deeply humiliating act and wondered what another man's semen would taste like. He would not have to wait long to find out. Wanda and Cherie looked at each other in triumph.

"Marcel!" Cherie looked Eric in the eye as she lifted a phone from her tight leather bodice pocket. She licked her lips with a wicked smile as she tapped in a number, and then looked deep into Eric's eyes as though she was about to order his execution; his cock pulsed and dribbled pre-cum as he had watched her elegantly painted and spiky nails, now he waited for her voice.

"Hello... Marcel? Hello gorgeous, it's Cherie here; how would you like to fuck a nice white mature English lady, same sort of situation as usual; audience of one, willing or unwilling, whether he likes it or not?" Eric's mouth went bone dry and Victoria's pussy felt like it was opening like a flower as they listened to the obviously approving dark brown murmurings in response. Cherie chuckled delioriously.

"Tomorrow night would be just fine; no need to bring any tissues!" Eric's ;anus tingled like mad as he could not quite believe what was happening; further excited dark brown murmurings were heard, and Cherie laughed hysterically for a moment, and then looked at Eric with complete and utter contempt before holding the phone to his mouth and delivering the coup-de-tat.

"Marcel wants you to confirm that you will suck his cock clean when he's finished with your woman, you must say 'I will suck your cock clean Lord Marcel.' Eric was surrounded by three dominant women, he knew he was a wimp, but the phone before him dominated him as like never before. Victoria was now bursting with a new dominant spitefulness and was thoroughly enjoying her new authority as she poked Eric's erect cock with her new cane; he would humiliate himself as never before and would follow up tomorrow in completing his promise. Beads of sweat ran down his face.

"I will suck your cock clean, Lord Marcel." The women erupted with derisory laughing as the voice in the phone grunted a dark brown approval. Eric's balls were fit to burst with the divine humiliation; tonight he wouls be caned, tomorrow he would watch while another male fucked his mistress, then while she watched, he would take another man's cock in his mouth, a black man's cock, a ten inch black man's cock.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 14



When they arrived back, Eric was led straight up the stairs by Victoria; she was now aroused beyond any point she could ever remember. Eric was bone hard and willing to accept any punishment or humiliation after witnessing the show, being introduced to Sylvia Rennes, and the exquisite yet curiously challenging promise of cuckoldry. Though desperate for immediate satisfaction within, Victoria was determined to maintain her composure; her friends had not assisted in springing the surprise of a diverse twist to her relationship, which she was sure all three participants would thoroughly enjoy, but the thought of receiving the services of a more than well- endowed male while her new-found slave looked on was proving hard to contain; she yearned to come, but she also yearned to cane, and was anxious to have Eric show restraint himself by being held to the task of preserving her Brazilian; she would have him lick her excited pussy clean before having him shave her. He would then be awarded the caning which they had both longed for in their respective roles.

Lana and Wanda watched with delight at Victoria's enthusiasm after the show, and the added excitement of the promise of being fucked by Marcel whilst her novice slave was made to watch, and would then interact for her and the stud's pleasure; she simply gave them a wicked smile and a nod, and then ordered Eric upstairs to her room immediately. Their pussies tingled as they saw that Eric was just as enthusiastic about being dominated, and did not hesitate in ascending the stairs for the caning he had earned.

He eagerly prepared a bowl of warm water from the bathroom, placed it on the floor by the bed with a razor and shaving cream, and then stripped naked and knelt obediently, awaiting his mistress's command. Victoria had entered the room shortly after him and watched with satisfaction as he prepared the shaving things; she strutted across to where he knelt, and pointed to the bowl with the cane given her by Dominique. Eric's balls were fit to burst as he awaited her command.

"You shall need to undress me before you can refresh me; I am so sticky in this leather." 

As Victoria pushed her delicious bulging camel foot towards his face, Eric unzipped the cat suit and pleased the warm leather from his mistress. His cock ached as is stood, rigid with excitement as the stimulating whiff of her arousal greeted his nose as her oozing cunt was exposed to the atmosphere. Victoria's pussy bulged all the more as she too caught the delectable whiff of her excitement. She felt supremely dominant as she watched Eric's reactions on sighting and smelling the glorious womanhood he would be made to worship, and which he would worship willingly; she smiled as she noted his eyes look to the messy crotch of her leather.

"Yes, you make lick the crotch clean, while my pussy airs a little; I want you to appreciate your duty, and keep me thoroughly clean. Don't think I'll go easy on you with the cane if you perform excellently; this is your duty, and you have earned a caning which will be delivered in exemplary fashion. You must learn to be patient." Eric was close to coming as he sniffed and licked at the still warm leather; the combined sweet taste of the leather and her juices, and the sincerity of her words had his cock oozing pre-cum as he longed for the cane. She stood with the leather about her ankles, cane in hand, every inch the confirmed dominatrix as Eric bent in submission and lapped at the leather to satisfy her command. He looked up at her long mature legs as he finished the task, and she kicked her feet from the unzipped leather, still wearing her stilettos which accentuated the superb shape of her legs beautifully. She smiled at Eric as though he were a small child as she sat on a towel on the bed, spreading her divine thighs and exposing her deliciously wet and smelly cunt.

"You get your tongue in there now and make sure I'm nice and refreshed before you soap me up; remember not to be too vigorous, I want to come after I've caned you. You must be very gentle with my clitoris because I am so thoroughly excited about punishing you for the first time." Eric was also close to coming and was in great danger of shooting his cream as she coaxed him in to taste the delights of her deliciously excited butterfly. His balls tingled like mad as he sampled the beautiful tastes and aromas of her soft warm womanhood; he was careful to gently lick at the slit, folds and flaps of her beautiful mature cunt and pressed his tongue flat against her clitoris, taking great care not to rasp at it in any way. Victoria buzzed with pleasure as she felt the gentle warmth of his tongue pressed against the most sensitive part of her eager pussy; it took all of her will power not to pull his head hard into her crotch and have him indulge her. Eric sensed her tension and obligingly returned his tongue back down the lower and outer labia. He lapped lovingly around the soft exterior of her pussy, and Victoria giggled as he slipped his tongue down to the tangy cleft of her asshole; he had not asked permission to do this, but Victoria approved as Eric was to be caned anyhow, and her sticky asshole welcomed the soft service of her slave's tongue, as he licked and probed at her savoury pucker. When done, he lifted his face away, almost embarrassed at having pleased her without permission. She gave him a strange smile which told him the deed had not gone unnoticed, but that she would overlook his indiscretion this one time. She pointed to the cream as if to spare him any further discomfort; he would know enough when he had finished shaving her. 

Victoria giggled again as Eric squirted the shaving cream about her bulging pussy, and gently rubbed it to a lather. She watched as he gently applied the razor and smoothed away the stubble which had grown since her first cut; an immense sense of pleasure came over her as she was pampered by her slave this way; to own a male and have him tend her most intimate places was so satisfying. Eric finished the task and dried her baby-smooth cunt with the towel. He would enjoy its soft smoothness after his caning. Victoria was ready for a tease to confirm her dominance and ensure that Eric did not remain too pleased with his handiwork.

"Marcel will be so pleased to have a nice smooth pussy to slide into tomorrow; I can't wait to feel his cock inside me. You'll lie on the bed and have your caning; I want you to think of me being fucked by another man, and thank your lucky stars you are to keep your balls for the time being; seeing another man lose his the day after tomorrow should help you become more obedient where patience is concerned."

Eric duly lay on the bed as Victoria strutted with the cane; his cock erect in recognition of his thoughts over what had happened to him over the past few days. He had given himself up to this divinely dominant female who was now to cane him for the first time, having just learned that she was to be fucked before him tomorrow; she had shown without question that this was something which excited her no end and it made him feel totally submissive. He tensed as he sensed Victoria lifting the cane for first time; her freshly licked pussy was moistening nicely already as she bulged with pleasure on preparing to cane the male she had come to own for the first time. She had never even physically punished her children before, and could not quite come to terms with the wicked sensation that now teased and pleased her senses; freedom had awoken a healthy dominant streak in her, and discovery of Eric and his total submission to her, both complimented and inspired her dominance. She raised the cane high, and her pussy blossomed with a superb tingling as she brought the cane home for the first time. 

Eric grunted as the stinging pain coursed through his flesh as the red line striped his buttocks; it hurt like hell, yet his balls reacted as though he'd just come. Victoria stood naked and dominant as her arm flexed once more and he felt her dominance again; his cock pulsed with pleasure as he thought of seeing her fucked and having to clean her afterwards, as the cane struck again he saw Sylvia Rennes smiling down at him, scalpel in hand. Victoria's hot cunt flexed and dribbled as she applied the cane like a vindictive headmistress; she knew she would do Eric no permanent damage,and the use of the cane was like a drug to her, controlling and exciting a spiteful streak within; she mused at the thought of having a tea party back home with her grey friends, and then shocking them by thrashing Eric like a naughty boy as they watched. As Eric's balls tingled along with the stinging in his cheeks as he heard the sweet arrival of each stroke, he began to lose control as a deliciously submissive orgasm welled within him; he remembered his promise to Marcel. He was not remotely gay, but the idea of being made to lick the spent semen from another man's cock, he having just enjoyed his mistress and her watching with dominant approval, made him lose control completely.

Victoria's arm was tiring now, and she was pleased to see Eric begin to convulse as he indulged in an act of sweet submission; he would mess whilst being thrashed. Victoria found new strength as she thrashed the semen from him; Eric's mind was full of cane, dominant women, castrating mistresses and black cocks deep within Victoria's cunt and his throat. His whole body pulsed with a deeply satisfying orgasm as he shot hot jets up his belly and to the silky sheets as the cane was used by Victoria to tease every drop from his balls; her juicy and dripping cunt would not deny her punished slave's tongue now.

Victoria rested the wicked cane across Eric's buttocks as he panted his contorted and pained body back to recovery. He looked at the smiling Victoria with watery and reddened eyes as she pointed to her feet with the cane. 

"You'll kiss my feet and thank me for thrashing you; I can see it's something we will both enjoy again." Eric did not hesitate and got down from the bed and humbled himself at her feet; his ass was stinging and the plentiful semen slid in the folds of his torso as he bent to kiss his mistress's feet lovingly. Victoria basked in her control over her slave; she would have her final pleasure of the evening from him now.

"You'll service my pussy now; I think I've earned that from you, after all that hard work. You can tell me if I'm smooth enough to receive Marcel tomorrow." Still clasping the cane, she lay her elegant and shapely body on the bed and lifted her legs, spreading them to give Eric an inviting view of her fully aroused and needy pussy. Eric was erect again as soon as his tongue tasted the aromatic juices of her arousal; he worked his tongue up and down her divine slit, then concentrated on the nub of her clitoris as she grabbed his head and pulled his face tight into her crotch. She did not have to wait long for Eric's tongue to perform the required service; with the administration of the caning still fresh within her mind, she erupted into a glorious orgasm at the expense of her punished slave; one hand pulling his willing head tight into her blissfully pleasured cunt, the other tightly gripping the cane which had served him so well. His ass and the cane would enjoy each-others company with some regularity from now on, as Victoria's dominance over Eric found new and exciting levels. 



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 15



In the hot morning sun beside the pool, Eric was put to good use by his mistress. As she, Wanda and Cherie basked naked, Eric was pleased to be of service to the three women; he was told to remain naked too and the women enjoyed noting his unhidden excitement as he oiled their shimmering bodies in the warmth of the sun. The women took great delight in allowing him to rub oil into their most intimate places, ensuring he made sure their nipples, pussies and assholes were liberally covered. They took great pleasure in noting his cock stiffen and bob as he was allowed to massage the slippery oil into their folds and puckers. He knelt down on a central pad in the shade, waiting their next command for drinks or a further oiling; the maids sauntered past, grinning and naked too, as they took a leisurely dip in the pool. The female members of the staff household loved it when male slaves came with the guests; they were encouraged to flaunt their temporary liberation from some of their more mundane duties, and ensure the males who attended were fully aware of it. This sublime humbling added to the male's sense of humility and submission; this was not lost on Eric as the maids ordered him to provide drinks for them; his balls tingled with submissive pleasure as he noted one of the maids was the one who had caned and owned LeClerc with such satisfaction.

He had just returned to his place in the shade when Lola and Nanette arrived in her taxi. This was her last trip, having been up most of the early hours; an oiling from a slave would be perfect. The women greeted the two as they both stripped naked and asked Victoria if they could use her slave.

"Why of course! He needs to be kept busy today; I know he's excited about seeing Marcel service me tonight, he must learn that he is permanently in service to womanhood from now on." The woman laughed as they thought of Marcel's most prominent feature with more than an element of lust. Lola looked sternly at Eric and clicked her fingers; his cock was now rigid as he began the task of oiling the beautifully olive skinned Lola, her supple and curvaceous body no stranger to the Mediterranean sun. She smiled with satisfaction as he carefully rubbed oil into her globular breasts, her nipples poking out excitedly as she was tended by an obviously submissive male; the wickedly dominant ruler of the household servants would ensure Victoria's male knew humility. 

"You make sure to lick my pussy and asshole before oiling down there; I've had a long night and need refreshing." The other women and the nearby maids sniggered and watched with interest as he oiled down to her torso; she then lifted her legs and presented him with her sweetly perspiring cunt and asshole, both giving aromatic clues to the various excitements she had experienced during the small hours at the club. Eric's balls tingled and pulsed with pleasure as he took in the delightful scent and taste of the golden-brown pussy; its inner pink flaps deliciously savoury with womanly essences. Lola was ready for a humiliating treat.

"I saw Marcel last night; he is so looking forward to fucking your mistress." She looked to Victoria who grinned and nodded her approval.

"You know we're going to film the whole performance so's all of us can enjoy the fun; I can't wait to see you suck his cock clean, I know the maids are looking forward to it; they don't often get the chance to see a real man's cock, they'll be so jealous of you when you have the pleasure of licking him clean." The women sniggered with satisfaction; even before the event, Eric was to be shown no mercy. His cock pulsed with a strange mixed sensation; he wanted it over and done with so he could watch the event with the humiliating taunts of the maids; he knew his mistress was looking forward to the actual event.

Lola's freshly cleaned pussy bulged with satisfaction as Eric now sampled the savoury tang of her richly perfumed anus; his tongue eagerly probing the warmth of the dominant female's asshole. The bronzed and assertive woman took the opportunity to taunt him as the other women and maids watched him service her asshole.

"I know you're looking forward to sucking his cock for him when he's done, you must consider it a real privilege as all the ladies here would love the chance to do that." Eric's balls tingled and the women laughed at his pending predicament as he thought of the task; it was going to be a strange and very humiliating experience, but he knew the act would reinforce Victoria's sense of dominance over him and would further prove he was willing to do anything to please her. Her asshole nicely refreshed, Lola lay back and allowed Eric to finish oiling her legs and most intimate places. He was happy to perform the same duties for Nanette as the women chatted openly with Victoria about her being pleasured by a real man that evening; Eric was made to feel completely insignificant as he obliged the ladies with their mundane desires by the pool.

Victoria seemed to sense that perhaps this was all a little too strong for the male who had become her slave only recently, and ushered him over to share a drink with her; Eric was getting very hot, not being so well acquainted with the sun as were the French women, and she was anxious that he would be fit for the evening. Eric gratefully sipped the fruit cocktail as his mistress gave him a warm smile of encouragement, which did not help him conceal the excitement which had built up when he'd performed his earlier tasks; he bulged and tingled as he viewed Victoria's ample breasts and thighs as the oil shimmered on her delicious naked physique. She noted his excitement and adjusted her thighs, allowing him a glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy. She put her index finger under his chin and whispered to him as the other women dozed in the sun. 

You must be obedient and do as I say at all times; you know I find you special, which is why I've chosen you, but you must be made to know your place at every opportunity. I am finding my adventure with you most exhilarating, and I know you are getting a deep satisfaction from being owned by me too. What you do for me this evening will be very rewarding for me and I promise you will not regret it; it's beautiful here in the sun, but the real adventure will begin when I get you home, which reminds me; you will accompany me to the leather boutique before we leave, I shall buy some exquisite accessories for you." She leaned forward and gave him a warm and sensual kiss with her sweet red lips, making his cock achieve its maximum length; she giggled and sprayed some oil on it and massaged it in, leaving him very close to orgasm. He could not help but look disappointed when she ceased without allowing him to shoot; she smiled wickedly at him.

"Not now; don't worry, you will shoot your cream in abundance tonight, I guarantee it."

As evening fell, Eric was taken leashed to the bedroom and made to kneel naked by the bed as his mistress prepared for the visit of the stud. After applying a sweet smelling scent to her neck and torso, she sat at the edge of the bed and had Eric suck her toes whilst she told him how worthless he was, and how much she would enjoy having him watch while she was rigorously fucked by a real man. As the hour approached she was nicely aroused indeed, and Eric was erect and dribbling, having been verbally humiliated continually by his mistress; this would pale into insignificance in comparison to the humiliation he would face shortly. 

With the bedroom door slightly ajar, Victoria's pussy tingled as the doorbell rang. Dressed in just a full length black chiffon shawl which hid no part of her delicious body, she turned to Eric and gave him a stern sneer before disappearing down the stairs to greet Marcel. Eric's cock pulsed as the minutes passed while he heard the murmurings downstairs of Cherie, his mistress and a deep voiced male, obviously exchanging greetings and niceties. His cock remained rigid, but pulsed equally as much in fear as anticipation as he heard footsteps ascending the stairs. A sneering Victoria appeared, leading a black male of about six feet four inches, who sniggered with contempt as he saw Eric kneeling obediently for his mistress like a pet dog. They stood close to the kneeling submissive as Victoria took great delight in first discarding her shawl and flaunting her naked body; her grey middle-class origins disappeared forever as she undid Marcel's lower garments and gasped with a satisfied smile at his huge cock, which stiffened admirably as he viewed the elegant and mature white woman he would now fuck.

Victoria smiled down at Eric as she applied both hands to manipulate the huge black member with its glossy brown bell-end at least twice the size of Eric's. Marcel sighed with lust as the delectable widow gracefully bent and sniffed at his bell-end before teasing it with her tongue, making its whole length bob excitedly. She turned to Eric with a wicked smile; her dominant streak now in full flow.

"Just look at the size of this beautiful cock Eric, I am so going to enjoy having Marcel fuck me." She lovingly stretched her mouth about the generous organ and sucked with her eyes closed, making Marcel groan with pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked at the pathetic countenance of Eric as she slid her mouth clear of his bell-end; a globule of pre-cum stringing from his black cock to her lips as she did so.

"Come Marcel; I want that cock deep in my cunt now. We're both going to have glorious orgasms and then we'll have Eric clean up." Eric was humbled beyond belief as he watched his smiling mistress lay back and spread the juicy cunt he so worshipped and had shaved smooth for her. Marcel wasted no time; foreplay was not necessary, just the size of his cock had excited her cunt to dribbling arousal. She pulled her legs back and smiled down at Eric with a look of utter contempt for him, and complete satisfaction with herself. She had made sure he was in a position to get the best display as her juicy cunt was eclipsed by the huge black pole of a cock which Marcel squeezed into her tight mature slit, stretching it to near splitting and making her moan with absolute ecstasy.

He felt totally inadequate as he watched Marcel's black balls slap at the milky white ass of his mistress, then slowly retract as he got closer to excitement peaked. Victoria's asshole clenched and dilated teasingly as her clitoris was perpetually pleasured by the huge girth of the sliding black pole.

Eric's cock dribbled with jealous and submissive excitement as he heard his mistress sing out in sweet ecstasy as she indulged in the raw and carnal pleasure of the huge pumping cock. Eric wanted to masturbate now, as white streaks appeared down the length of Marcel's cock as it slid back and forth relentlessly; he was beginning to come. He grunted and moaned as Victoria lifted her legs high and stared at Eric with her mouth agape, wailing as wave after wave of acute ecstasy pulsed through her body. Marcel pumped with fury as he groaned as though he'd been stabbed; such was the pleasure he basked in as he unleashed his balls and spunked for all his worth into Eric's mistress.

After the two had grappled and convulsed in heaven for another minute or so, Marcel pulled his massive cock clear, and worked it with his hand as he pulled just clear of Victoria's messy cunt. He grunted some more as he shot the remainder of his load down her juicy slit and around her excited asshole. Victoria, smiling and panting, lifted herself up and sneered at Eric.

"Get over here right now and suck Marcel clean!" Eric scuttled over with his cock erect and stiff; the two laughing at its puny size, diminutive compared to the pole he would now be forced to lick clean. Marcel knelt on the bed with his still erect pole, jutting out; slippery and cum covered. Ric faltered just for a moment. Victoria laughed and commanded once more.

"You get that cock in your mouth now!" Eric clenched the massive prick halfway down, and closed his eyes as he slid his lips over the huge bell-end and sucked at the salty, slimy taste. Marcel grunted as he pulsed a little more cum from his vast cock, just for Eric's pleasure, Eric swallowed automatically as the warm semen dribbled to the back of his throat. Victoria was now in her element and her pussy was already buzzing again with fresh dominant enthusiasm; she had not realised just how much she would enjoy this subliminal act of submission.

"You open your eyes right now or I shall thrash you in front of Marcel too! I want you to look at what you're doing and know that it is your place in life and it is I who has brought you down to this." Eric's cock stiffened to full rigidity at his mistress's words; he was also ashamed. As he looked down the length of the huge cock and balls, he sucked on the warmth of the cock and realised he was enjoying this supreme act of submission; it made him want to come.

When Victoria and Marcel had decided the cock was clean enough, he was then set to cleaning his mistress; this he did with absolute relish; she held his head deep as he lapped at the salty morsels left by the huge cock. His own cock was fit to burst as Victoria and Marcel laughed at him as he licked her asshole clear of the blobs of hot cream. Eric looked pleadingly up at her and she pointed to her feet.

"You'll mess on my feet and lick it up. Tomorrow you shall have the cane again for hesitating earlier." Eric was in submissive heaven as he gratefully stroked his cock whilst Victoria and Marcel looked on. Marcel laughed heartily as Eric grunted in ecstasy and shot his meagre offering across his mistress's feet and ankles. She smiled with supreme satisfaction as he lovingly licked her feet clean of his own mess. He was made to thank Marcel for fucking his mistress before the owner of the huge cock left, spent and contented.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 16



Victoria was very gracious in her treatment of Eric after Marcel left them; he was summoned to her bed and she cuddled him lovingly between the sheets. She had truly shown him his place; he had accepted his duties and this had thoroughly stimulated her. Eric, for his part was also still excited with respect to his thorough degradation and utter humiliation before his dominant mistress and another mail. Victoria took great pleasure in making him describe how he felt as she stroked his cock, now stiff in her elegant hand as he re-lived his humiliation and her triumph. Eric duly shot another healthy wad of semen as Victoria told him how he was now her complete slave and plaything. She then had him lick her asshole once more as she indulged in another orgasm herself, before the two slept in each-other's arms. 

The following evening, the woman took pleasure in having their chosen males help dress them in their most severe leather outfits; the males adorned in the most humbling of attire.

Eric was erect throughout the process as he helped Victoria into a tightly creaking cat suit, an exquisite shiny hooded mask accentuating her soft facial skin and bright red lips, studded thigh length boots and soft long gloves completing her picture of absolute dominance. Eric sniffed at the mixed scent of leather, natural female arousal and soft perfume, as Victoria smiled down whilst she buckled the sparse leather harness he wore; as with all males that evening, he would be next to naked with cock and balls openly exposed, so as to add an extra feeling of vulnerability as they watched a male castrated. Each of the male's unsure if they may be chosen at random by their mistress to give up their balls; such were the way of the events involving Madam Rennes. Many a male yearned to be chosen to offer this penultimate sacrifice in honour of their mistress, though just as many lived in fear of it. 

After Eric was leashed, Victoria had him crouch down on all fours as she invited him to look into the mirror. She smiled with satisfaction as Eric's cock bobbed stiffly on viewing himself owned by this magnificent woman. She looked like some predatory black cat in the glorious leather outfit; his balls tingled as they dangled exposed, after last night's treatment he thought she just might have him castrated. He could not know now. Victoria knew he would think this and it thrilled her; her juicy cunt bulged and buzzed in the leather as she took in the commanding presence she had become; she now yearned for the trip to be over so as she could parade Eric back home. The shock of her change in the eyes of the upper-middle class women she knew would be such a delightful thrill.

Wanda, Cherie and the other ladies looked equally severe as they paraded their leashed males around the poolside in the warm evening air. Much emphasis was put into teasing the exposed balls of their charges with canes and crops, and verbal taunts about not returning intact later were made to add to the flavour and excitement of the evening. The women complimented each-other as they strutted in superior fashion; the delectable curves of the full- bodied middle-aged women emphasised beautifully by their clinging leather outfits, globular breasts with erect nipples and delicious camel-toes displayed to reinforce their feminine authority. The cocks of the males dribbled as they were walked by their mistresses, pre-cum delivered from balls they could not be sure they would return with; balls tingled universally with fear and anticipation as the party left for the venue, pussies universally open and fully aroused in eagerness at witnessing emasculation. 

Sylvia Rennes was resplendent in her purple leather outfit; zipped tightly into the supple full length dress, gripping her hips, ass and thighs and then flaring slightly from the knees down. Her feminine shape emphasised beyond question to ensure the male to be castrated was left in no doubt that a woman who represented pure femininity would relieve him of his balls. A severe black leather mask her only token gesture to the uniformity of the other women present, as they creaked, sweated and strutted in uniform shiny black hide. Eric's cock pulsed as a cheer went up from the ladies; Victoria watching with great interest as this was her first event too. The women began a slow handclap as a line of mistresses walked into the arena with what to Eric and Victoria, what looked like their maids and attendants, rather than owned slaves. Wanda gave a satisfied sneer as she turned to Victoria.

"These are males who have previously met with Sylvia and have been 'improved' by her; note how delightfully feminine some of them are, the male who is about to lose his balls will of course note this too!" Eric's balls tingled and Victoria looked on with smug satisfaction at the parade of eunuchs and maids; relieved of their balls and the testosterone provided by them, some of the castrated males were sweetly effeminate. Several of the subjects paraded proudly by their smug and haughty mistresses were fully attired as maids and displayed breasts which were developing with the aid of added oestrogen; corseted and high-heeled, some of the more slightly-built ex-males were transformed into very pretty females; all were uniformly showing the signs of meek and absolute obedience as they were led like lambs. Wanda crossed her arms in dominant fashion and smiled with sheer delight.

"It is always such a pleasure for me to see once proud and arrogant males, ones that I've known personally, defeated, dominated, castrated and then transformed beyond all recognition. I favour this over a snuffing of an awkward male anytime; seeing one completely and utterly humiliated this way is SO pleasurable, and they are put to good use over and over again, continuing their humiliation and our pleasure perpetually. Many of them don't see it, as they almost forget how they were before, so complete is their transformation; reminding them that they had balls and have had them removed at the behest of a woman, makes events like the one they're experiencing now, so pleasing." Eric's cock stiffened to rigidity as he listened to the spiteful tone of her satisfaction at this cruel pageant. It peaked and throbbed as he caught sight of the male in whose honour this event was being held; his eyes were drawn by the direction of the looks of countless leather-clad dommes, who now smiled with wicked anticipation at a male who was kneeling centrally, cock erect and balls hanging awaiting a final milking before the purple goddess administered her cruel task. The dommes smiling faces looked on him with deep satisfaction as the mistresses with their assortment of maids and eunuchs were paraded past him, allowing him a view of the variety of reduced males; one of which he would shortly become. 

His mistress took great delight in making him lean forward on all fours, so that she could swing the balls he was to lose with her cane, as the parading mistresses had their respective maids expose what remained of their genitalia; the women sneered and laughed at the expense of both male parties involved in the moment, as the honoured male looked on in horror at the displayed defunct cocks, tiny and curled, the pink acorn of a bell-end serving only to release urine, never again to see an erection or pass semen in the ecstasy of an orgasm. The male let out an audible whimper and the crowd of women applauded, when the last eunuch passed the hapless male and Sylvia Rennes was seen striding purposefully up the stairs to the central stage, her magnificent ass flexing beautifully in the tight purple leather. A brief distraction to the oncoming event was the impromptu thrashing earned by one of the slaves in the crowd; he had suffered involuntary ejaculation, having witnessed an event before, the sight of the leather clad castratrix was too much for him. He was made to lick his mess from the floor as his smiling owner took great pleasure in striping his ass and back whilst a crowd of laughing dommes looked on. 

The chosen male was ushered forward like a dog, naked with his balls hanging, he was turned by his smiling mistress to ensure the entire crowd had a good view of what he was about to lose. Despite his predicament, his cock was rigid as he was walked toward Madam Sylvia, who smiled down at her victim and drew a cord from a curtained area behind her. The crowd of excited women applauded loudly as the drapes dropped to reveal two smiling and equally buxom nurses in white leather with full face masks; their eyes betraying their pleasure at attending. They stood by a couch-Like seat with elevated stirrup attachments. The male cowered a little at the sight, much to the delight of the women; his stern mistress was not to be denied and a smart tug on his leash ensured he continued to the couch and the supreme pleasure of his mistress. The nurses made no secret of the syringes and knives which would dispatch his balls; they were proudly wielded and displayed on a sloping surface next to the couch, the nurse's nipples prominent in their tight leather tops, hard and erect showing their subliminal pleasure at being first hand instigators in a castration. The male was ordered up to the couch and was strapped smartly to it; feet tied into the stirrups with legs splayed, his head raised on a sloping rest so that he may witness the removal of his balls, the couch arranged so that his open legs and dangling balls faced the eager crowd of women. 

Eric's cock was fit to burst as he watched the fate of the male who would be gloriously de-bagged in front of a crowd of dominant women. He marvelled at the grace and sheer dominant presence of the delicious woman in purple, who smiled with satisfaction as the male was secured, his balls doomed. Equally the two eager nurses who readied syringes and scalpels, resplendent in their white leather; somehow their clinical correctness added something deeply erotic to the scene, making Eric yearn to masturbate as he knelt naked with his own balls exposed, leashed and owned by his own beautifully mature mistress. Victoria smiled down at him to ensure he was enjoying the show as much as she; the exquisiteness of the permanent and irreversible punishment of a male this way excited her no end. Her cunt bulged and tingled with arousal as she witnessed the male squirm, strapped and helpless; her dominant streak was running riot, she would thoroughly enjoy seeing the male separated from his balls. She teased Eric's cock with her leather crop, making him gasp for want of relief.

"Remember, you earned yourself a caning last night; I am going to give you such a thrashing when I get you home." She laughed as Eric did his best to chase the crop with his rigid cock as she drew it away. The promise of punishment made, the eyes of the two returned expectantly to the act of permanent submission neither wished to miss. Sylvia Rennes squeaked forward in her tight purple leather, smiling down at the squirming male who was about to give her and the other ladies such an erotic thrill. As his mistress toyed with the cock which was ready and erect for the final time, Madam Rennes took great delight in softly lifting the balls she would shortly remove, making the desperate male hump his cock as much as his bonds would allow, into the leather-gloved hand of his sternly smiling mistress. The dominant bitch in purple was in complete control now, and she was anxious that her victim and everyone in attendance would savour the moment. She temporarily unzipped her tight leather down to her delicious ass, and then wriggled out of her panties which dropped to her ankles, just visible at the bottom of her flared lower skirt. There were groans and the sound of another cane being put to good use, as the sight of the flesh at the top of Madam Rennes' rear cleavage, and the buxom nurse helping her re-zip up in the tight leather was all too much for one male, who shot his load involuntarily as he imagined the scent of that glorious crack.

There would be no imagining the scent for the male who was to lose his balls; Sylvia bent to her ankles, giving the rampant slaves a beautiful panorama of her globular ass, stretching the leather delectably. She picked up her panties which were a matching frilly purple; the gusset much darker, soiled with her arousal. The male's mistress squeezed his cock hard; feeling it pulse in need of ejaculation as Sylvia smartly gagged him with the highly seasoned panties, ensuring his nose was treated to the most soiled part of the gusset.

"There! You have opted to delight your mistress and all who are present by giving up your balls for the righteousness of womanhood. Nothing arouses a woman like the prospect of castrating a man; you now smell the arousal of a woman who is going to realise that ambition, and will thoroughly enjoy doing so. My nurses will inject your sack and then your mistress will milk you one final time. You will give a good show; this is inevitable because it will be your last. Your mistress will then have the privilege of slitting your sack, and I know she is very eager to do so. I will then have the divine pleasure of removing your balls." His muffled cries were pitiful, as his cock stiffened to absolute rigidity with the taunting words of the purple goddess; his mistress smiled with satisfaction and began to stroke his cock to oblivion as he snorted in ecstasy at the delicious whiff of the cunt of the woman who would take his manhood; the scent was indeed divine. Sylvia Rennes stood commandingly.

"Nurse; inject his sack!" the nurse's nipples poked through the leather like thimbles as she delighted in feeling the male wince as the sharp needle was eased slowly and as painfully as she could, into the sack which would soon be emptied, his mistress savoured the moment with a broad smile, as he witnessed his pain and quickened her strokes, anxious to see his balls held high. The male panicked just a little a she felt his balls numb as though they had already gone; a chemical castration would not suit any woman, the delicious spectacle of seeing a man's balls physically removed being secondary only to seeing a male dance at the end of a rope; he would shoot his last and see his own balls sliced away, a few moments after they had delivered their final seed. His mistress quickened her stroke even further and sneered down triumphantly as the male squirmed pointlessly against the bonds he could not escape from, the delightful tingle of the inevitable orgasm now gripping him as Sylvia's glorious scent willed him on to castration. His mistress grinned as she felt him begin to convulse.

"I'll have your cream now; immediately! Then we'll have your balls!" The watching crowd of women erupted to match the fountain of cream the doomed male's balls shot forth as he spent for the last time, in complete and utter submission to the women. Sylvia Rennes casually captured some in a small jar as he gratefully emptied the balls which would be of no further use to him. She smiled with satisfaction as his mistress made sure he spent all he could.

"A souvenir of his last, to be added to the ice cubes at my next cocktail party; I find it a very popular novelty, consuming the proceeds of a last orgasm, so exquisite." 

The male stopped wriggling and lay in complete submission as his smiling mistress was handed a scalpel and as Sylvia held the sack and pointed, his mistress's pussy was close to orgasm as she deftly slit his sack, exposing his balls. The crowd of women hushed as one of the nurses then passed a larger, cruel looking knife to the purple goddess, who grinned with absolute pleasure as she fingered his split sack with her free hand and showed him the knife.

"You'll not soil your mistress's sheets again; I'll have your balls now." With a broad grin and a swift movement of the knife, Sylvia Rennes severed the male's balls and held them aloft to the rapturous applause of the watching women. As the male looked at his own balls displayed by the magnificent woman he began to come to terms with the fact that he'd submitted to womanhood and had paid the penultimate price; the scent of Sylvia's gusset was just as sweet, but in a different way. The smiling nurses ten took great pride in suturing his sack; flat and empty.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 17



Victoria was aroused as never before having witnessed the harsh and permanent treatment of the male; she knew the newly castrated wretch would be looked after, put to good use by one mistress or another and displayed as a novelty, his permanent humiliation assured he would now know and enjoy new life at the hands of women. The crowd applauded as Sylvia Rennes feet were kissed by the male who had shot his load in excitement; his mistress now made an appointment with the purple goddess which would ensure he would not do the same again. The male cowered with erect cock as Sylvia teased his exposed balls with a cane; their contents would be enjoyed at a future cocktail party.

Eric was taken home to Cherie's, his cock rigid as he knew he would be thoroughly dominated by his rampant mistress that evening. He was paraded around the room before the many mirrors countless times and summarily thrashed regularly before them; Victoria seemingly receiving an almost supernatural power from the black leather cat-suit. Eric was party to her ecstasy and spent several times as he was made to believe that his mistress may have his balls removed before returning from the trip; at one point she stood dominantly over him with whip in hand and made him masturbate before a long mirror, laughing deliriously as he gratefully shot his wad at his own reflection as she towered behind him in black leather; his semen dribbling in duplicate down the mirror. Eric brought her off several times by licking at her glorious camel-toe through the leather; her bulging cunt pulsating in its exquisite confinement. Despite having spent several times, Eric's cock was instantly rigid once more when the time came when Victoria eventually conceded she must remove her outfit; the delicious scent of her hot sweaty cunt and anus had him fully erect in an instant. Victoria took great pleasure in ensuring he licked the sticky crotch of the leather thoroughly clean, before he was allowed to refresh his mistress, which he did so eagerly; their relationship was now fully assured and set in stone. Eric was truly owned by Victoria, her domination of him was eternal.

Both had started this trip with little true expectations; Victoria's recently acquired boldness, and Eric's courage in revealing his true feelings had brought them together, changing their lives beyond recognition.

With the end of the trip looming, Victoria told Eric what was required of him on his return; his balls tingled with submissive pleasure as he was told what he would do without question; he would resign from his job, sell his house and apply the equity to her bank account, he would then be affirmed as her slave, companion, and servant and his life would be determined by her pleasure. One of his first tasks would to be to assist her in re-designing her house to suit the needs of a naturally dominant mistress; any trace of her old life as a humble middle-class housewife would be eradicated forever. Eric would pander to her every need and know permanent humiliation, being on hand to serve at all functions, a permanent reminder to his mistress and all women who attended Mistress Victoria Cavendish's residence, that all males are inferior and will know their place.

One of the final treats for Victoria before they ended their trip to the beautiful and female dominated St. Tropez, would be a final trip to Madam Pompidou's leather boutique; as Eric knelt naked and leashed at his mistress's side while she and the other ladies discussed the many orders they would place - too much was required to attempt to take home on the plane- Victoria licked her lips as she tugged on Eric's leash to ensure he took in what was being discussed; his mind was now firmly enjoying many fantasies which would no doubt become reality, about being dominated on his return home. His ears pricked up when the leather tightened against his throat.

"Of course Eric will have the pleasure of choosing the whips and floggers, while I arrange suitable harnesses, gags etc. for him. We shall all enjoy watching him purchase the order and thank Madam Pompidou for providing the things that will be used to educate him, and ensure his total obedience. I shall have him kiss her feet before we say our farewells till the next time we're here; I just can't get enough of her beautiful leather outfits, some of my old friends will be astounded when they see me walking Eric in one." She and the other women laughed in an ironic, derisory way at the thought; Eric's bell-end glistened in the hot sun as his cock stiffened at the way he imagined it; the humiliation would be exquisite, being seen to be owned by such an obviously dominant and commanding female in public; Eric did not laugh, he was yearning for the situation. 

Madam Pompidou was looking particularly mischievous that afternoon, as she covertly opened the rear section of her exquisite leather boutique to the women and the slave owned by one of them. She had a full length shawl on which was for front-shop purposes; Eric's permanently semi-stiff cock rose as she smiled at him in stern fashion as she removed the covering shawl. Her elegant body was criss-crossed with a beautiful leather lattice top, her flesh expressed erotically between the multitudes of thong-like leather straps, soft leather caps confining her ample breasts; her nipples hardening as she noted the slave's interest in her lush display. Soft short black leather panties expressing equally her gloriously mature camel-toe, thigh length leather boots with tall heels, extending her shapely legs to the maximum, and completing the picture of an elegant and very dominant woman. She put her hands on hips and smiled down at Eric who had been told to kneel and wait until he was required to choose the items he would be punished with.

"Oh, I could so whip your slave right now! I've not had satisfaction for weeks and have a willing cur lined up to receive my wrath tonight - I'm as horny as hell!" Eric swallowed hard and was as jealous as he was shocked by her frank remark; this woman was delicious and the tease of being threatened with the whip from her, was as cutting as actually receiving it. His cock poked rigidly up in the loose leggings Victoria had chosen for him to wear as he watched the lattice work goddess strut over and join her customers as they laughed. Eric knelt and watched in obedient silence as his mistress and the women tried on various supple leather outfits in the deliciously scented boutique; the sweet scent of leather permeated the atmosphere, a scent which would render any submissive erect, such was its promise of domination from the whips and outfits which created it. Victoria looked over at him frequently, with a menacing smile as she pulled at various harnesses and gags, imagining scenarios and what her slave would look like in them. Eventually the women sat and observed whilst drinking coffees ordered in by Madam Pompidou, as Victoria summoned Eric to her so that he may choose the whips and floggers he would be chastised with. Her neatly shaven cunt bulged in the satin panties she wore as the other women witnessed her absolute control over Eric. 

"I think it would be fitting if you choose seven items of control, one for each day of the week, as you will not go any one day without some form of education; be it from me or one of the many guests you will encounter and serve when we return home." Victoria's already open and hotly aroused cunt oozed and tingled as she spied a particularly ornate cat-o-nine-tails. The women smiled with glee as she took command, even of his choice. 

"You'll choose that one first; I shall enjoy chastising you before company with that one. When you have made your other six choices, and you'll be quick about it, you'll take them over to Madam Pompidou, add them to our order, and thank her for providing them, as we had previously discussed. You will then kiss her feet to acknowledge your worthlessness." 

Eric was anxious to complete the task and get close enough to smell Madam Pompidou's soft scent, as this would be his last opportunity to do so on this visit, but choosing six whips, crops and floggers from the array of wicked instruments available was not easy to do quickly; each implement was as menacing as the next, and he was aware of Victoria's eyes upon him, he did not want to displease her. He made the bold move of choosing a long and punishing looking whip, two flexible short and stinging horse whips, a multi tailed flogger adorned with beads which would make him wince, and two crops; one stiff and unforgiving, the other more supple and likely to splay on impact, providing exquisite pain. Victoria gave a gentle smile of satisfaction at both his required promptness and his choice of delightful implements. Madam Pompidou hurriedly finished her coffee and strutted urgently to her serving counter, to meet Eric, sternly pointed in that direction by his mistress. Victoria tingled as Madam looked scornfully at the completely submissive male; she remembered having seen her apply her delightful expertise in customer service and satisfaction before. Eric's cock was now rigid and patently obvious in the loose leggings as he passed the luxurious leather punishers to Madam, his balls tingling as he now enjoyed her womanly scent, tinged permanently with the essence of leather. Even her graceful hands strengthened his erection as she handled the whips and noted the order. She smiled wickedly at him as he recited what he'd been commanded to say by his owner, like a small boy before his headmistress. 

"Thank you for providing these beautiful things which will allow my mistress to educate me." The women were delighted with his honest admission as he then knelt in readiness to kiss the delectable shop owner's feet. His eyes could not resist staring longingly at the delicious camel-toe before him; her mature cunt outlined to perfection in the soft leather. This did not go un-noticed by Madam and the other women; males were so weak and so easily controlled by the promise of womanly scents and essences. She held his head closer still to her delicious slit.

"You are lucky to have such a generous mistress, allowing you to choose which toys you will be pleasured with. Mind you, I've seen what an obedient slave you are. You'd like to kiss my feet now, wouldn't you?" Eric tore his eyes from her bulging womanhood, and looked up at the smiling assertive woman. 

"Yes Madam Pompidou, I would be honoured to kiss your feet." She smiled and pointed down, giving her accession to his wishes; his mistress and the other women chuckled as he bent and readily kissed the toes of both magnificent boots. Madam was genuinely touched by his humility, which gave her great satisfaction; as he completed the liberal kissing, he went to stand, trying very hard not to look at her beautiful womanhood. Madam Pompidou held his head firm once more though, and kept him kneeling.

"You are a very sweet slave, and I understand that I'll not be seeing you for some time. Perhaps your Mistress will allow me to have you help here in the shop one day next time; perhaps when she's entertaining a real male. I'm sure the novelty of a leashed and submissive male to fetch and carry, and maybe provide other favours for our female customers, would boost sales no end." Eric's cock was fit to burst at the thought, Victoria smiled at the idea.

"Eric would be honoured to be of service; we'll be back again in a couple of months' time, I love it here in St. Tropez, and a friend of mine called Marcel will fit in nicely with your idea." Eric's balls tingled as he thought of being made to clean-up after a day's humiliation at the hands of women he'd never met before. Madam held Eric's head closer to the superb cunt he could not keep his eyes from; he inhaled as hard and as discretely as he could, hoping to get a whiff of her feminine essences. Madam chuckled.

"It's agreed then. You'll put in a good day's work for me and will be paid in kind by our customer's. If it's OK with your mistress, I'd like you to have a little memento of what's to come, to remind you of me when you're away." Victoria nodded her approval, regardless of what the memento was. Eric gasped as Madam eased the soft leather panties down to the tops of her boots, exposing her gloriously aroused and sticky cunt; the scent of which had Eric close to orgasm, his cock making a patch on his leggings as pre-cum oozed out. Madam smiled sternly down.

"I shall allow you to honour my boots once more, while you take in my scent; they are a little dry though, I think an application of cream, followed by a grateful tongue is in order; you may masturbate for me, and then lick my boots clean of your mess. That should help you keep me fresh in your memory." The women laughed as Eric wasted no time in dropping his leggings, and gratefully stroking his stiff cock as Madam held his head up to her sweaty cunt; Eric tried to hold back for as long as possible as he sniffed and snorted as the delicious heavenly crack, the women laughing as he openly disgraced himself. His head span and the whole world seemed to distort this way and that, such was the intensity of relief as he shot spurt after spurt of sticky white cream onto the black shiny boots of the dominant shop-keeper. Madam chuckled and pulled his face tight into her crotch as his spurts receded. The women poked and jeered at him to encourage his perfect cleansing of the boots. As he licked the salty mess from the supple leather, he felt as though he had been re-born; his life would never be the same and he was so glad of it.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 18



Victoria left St Tropez in triumph; she had arrived as a meek and naive widow with an assertive streak which lay hidden beneath a staid exterior. In just one month, through the acquirement of a good friend and her contacts who had now become friends too, she had become a bold and confident dominatrix; realising her true position above all men, and taking ownership of one of their number. Her affection for Eric was without doubt; he had offered himself up and surrendered to her, boosting her confidence and assuring the perpetuation of sexual and social pleasure. Eric had arrived in St Tropez, dreaming of a chance encounter and perhaps a taste of being dominated; he could never have believed the position he was now in, owned completely by a beautiful woman whom he was willing to give up his life for. Victoria paraded him around the poolside, naked and leashed before the entire female household staff for one final time before he left for the airport, his humiliation and ownership by a superior female having been whipped home to ensure he remembered what was now required of him. Victoria had kissed him full on the lips and ensured his asshole was plugged before he left; he was ordered to wear the plug at all times when away from her as a reminder of his being her property , and he was to be at her house in a week's time where he would remain at her service in perpetuity. 

Victoria and Wanda had tearful goodbyes with Cherie and the other ladies before leaving, having already made a date for their return in just three months' time. Victoria impressed Wanda by strutting confidently over to two male porters at the airport and paying them to walk behind them with their luggage; eyebrows and cocks were raised as the two superior and haughty women clacked through the airport on elevated stilettos, two males shuffling obediently behind them like slaves with their luggage. All other males moved swiftly aside on their approach; an inner sense exiting their loins as they viewed two women who were obviously in contempt of all males.

Eric's return journey was equally erotically charged; every female official he spoke with seemed to have an authority over him he had not witnessed on the way in. His anus clenched at the plug as the stern looking woman at the checking desk puffed her breasts out as he engaged her; it was as though she knew he was now the property of a woman, and to be treated with utter contempt. His cock rose as she simply pointed to the weighing desk with a knowing smile; it was as though all females possessed a sixth sense, and all appeared so superior and sexy to him, regardless of looks, age or shape. The hostesses on the plane all seemed so dominant; he was ordered to fasten his safety belt, spoken to like a small boy by a plump and assertive middle-aged one, she reminded him of Victoria somehow, and his cock stiffened as she looked smugly at him, having put him in his place; he imagined being made to lick her asshole as he watched her delightfully rounded ass flex and wobble in the tight uniform skirt, as she strode back up the aisle. When he went to the toilet he so wanted to masturbate; his whole life had become sexually thrilling now he had admitted his pleasure to a strong woman, he stroked his cock with its glistening bell-end a couple of times but had the strength to poke his stiff cock back into his flies, he knew his mistress would ask if he'd disgraced himself; his anus clenched at the plug as he thought how she had complete control over him, even when she was hundreds of miles away. 

Victoria smirked as the cab dropped her off at her house in the village; she had said her goodbyes to Wanda and had arranged to meet her tomorrow, when she would be introduced to Charlotte Ray; her lifestyle and house decor would give her further inspiration into how she would direct her life from now on. This excited her, but she was so tired now, and the first thing she noticed was how overgrown the garden was; someone, probably her friend Angela, had mown the lawn a couple of times to keep it 'respectable' but the plants and shrubs had run riot. Wanda had noted her panning the garden, and called out as the cab drew away. 

"I'll send Bradbury round in the morning; he'd be delighted to give things a lick for you, before Eric arrives back." She gave a saucy wink as she went; Victoria's pussy tingled as she remembered the servile gardener, she would enjoy imposing her dominance on him; she had to make her authority known amongst the circles of people who had already opened themselves to the new world she had become part of. The thrill of bossing a male she had only briefly seen before, had her excited despite her weariness. As she sipped on a coffee she thought how drab the house seemed after the electric atmosphere of the residences at St Tropez; she tingled as she thought of how she would transform it, and her cunt moistened as she suddenly thought of the neglected cellar below; this would be cleared of junk by Eric, and would make an exquisite punishment room come dungeon. She stripped naked and lay on her bed amongst the sexy leather outfits and apparel from Madame Pompidou's, the air now full of the delicious smell of hide and her own feminine excitement; she lifted her knees and nursed her slippery cunt, her elegant fingers gliding over her clitoris as the mixture of delicious scents took her back to Club Zero and the other venues where she had dominated Eric and had witnessed the unrelenting and absolute dominance of woman over man; oh how she wanted her asshole licked right now, she groaned in ecstasy as she thought how she would punish Eric, just for not being there at that moment. 

The following morning, she slipped into a black silken sari and arranged the seating in her garden, so that she may supervise Bradbury when he came. It was a bright sunny morning, which helped Victoria recover from the loss of St Tropez as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. She had oiled her lightly tanned body below the sari and her thighs and shaven cunt squirmed deliciously, free from underwear, nipples proud in the black silk; her mature and shapely body expressed to perfection would ensure the gardener's permanent erection. Her cunt bulged as the doorbell rang; she adjusted her hair and pulled the sari down one side to expose as much flesh as possible, and then adopted a stern look as she opened the door. Bradbury gasped audibly and swallowed hard as his eyes met with the image of feminine magnificence, his cock swelled immediately as his nose was also assailed by a feminine essence which was distinctly sexual. 

"So you're Bradbury? I want you to trim the hedges at the front and then join me at the rear, where I'll have my every bush attended to. You be quick at doing the front, I intend to supervise you as I am very particular in how I like to be serviced. If I'm pleased with your attentions I may offer you refreshment." Bradbury's cock stiffened as he took in her words; each a command and not a request, he was only too pleased to being attendance. 

"Yes Mrs... I mean Mistress Cavendish; I'm pleased to be of service." As he scuttled away rapidly to retrieve his tools, he thought of how he'd enjoy masturbating over the thought of this deliciously dominant woman later; Victoria licked her lips and thought of how he'd masturbate sooner rather than later; her asshole squirmed in the oil and silky sari, its need for the refreshment of a submissive male was now urgently required. 

Bradbury broke into a sweat as he worked rapidly but efficiently to tidy the hedges and shrubs at the front before presenting himself via the rear gate to the large, and not overlooked, rear garden. Bradbury's cock went rigid in his sweaty gardening shorts as the sultry and commanding goddess bolted the gate behind him, when he had fetched all the required tools. 

"There, now no-one can disturb us while you complete your task." Bradbury had difficulty in looking away from Victoria after he had sheepishly acknowledged her remark; her nipples poked like bullets from her full round breasts as they nestled in the black sari. The sun became obligingly hotter as time went; the humidity not experienced in St Tropez aiding the dominant woman's plan as her cunt oozed and trickled in the heat as she delighted in bossing the willing gardener, whose shirt and shorts were now soaked with sweat, as much with excitement as with the sun. Victoria took special delight in standing close over him as he knelt to deal with tasks picked out for him; she knew he would detect the delectable whiff of her sex through the thin sari, and this would drive him crazy. As he rounded the garden for a second unnecessary trip, she retired to her lounger and poured a drink; she was now well and truly aroused, and would prepare the gardener for her refreshment. 

Bradbury dare not look up as he approached the area where she sat; he had a raging thirst, but this went almost unnoticed, such was his sexual excitement at serving this formidable woman. He turned with a start as she tapped him on the shoulder and passed him a cool drink, which he almost dropped. Victoria had removed her sari and stood naked before him; she grinned all the more as Bradbury tried hard to maintain his composure, but could not keep his eyes from her invitingly bulging cunt, which shimmered in the oil and her obvious arousal. 

"I think you should take your clothes off too; you really are getting too hot. You'll perform much better without them on. Remove them immediately." She stood smiling as he removed his shirt, but he blushed and hesitated in removing his shorts; a prominent bulge betraying his concern. Victoria gave him a stern look and spoke with a very matter-of-fact tone which did nothing to alleviate his excitement. 

"That's OK; I would be most disappointed or consider you to be gay, if you did not show your natural pleasure at being the company of a naked woman; all men are such simple animals -now off with your shorts!" Bradbury hesitated no further and removed his shorts to reveal a stiff cock which was obviously in need of attention. Victoria then turned up the heat without the aid of the sun, as she gave the gardener a view of her delicious shimmering ass cheeks, whilst giving a command as she returned to her sun lounger. 

"You'll come and do these beds around the seating area now; I'm sure there are weeds there I can't see." She lay back and closed her eyes to allow Bradbury the comfort of ogling her freely, as he came up to the beds just a foot or so from her divine body. Her cunt pulsed with pleasure as she lifted her legs to expose its juiced and inviting form to the erect and teased male, and she squeezed her hot asshole in and out, making Bradbury drool and pant. It was as much as he could do to stop himself from masturbating there and then. Victoria was as much in need as was he, and she moved in various directions, to ensure he had a good view of her cunt and asshole from all angles.

"You tell me when you're done and we'll discuss payment." Bradbury's cock dribbled as he feigned his hunt for weeds in an obviously weed-less plot, whilst etching the memory of that glorious juicy cunt and asshole as deeply into his mind as he could. He was there, naked and performing like a slave, and basked in submissive humiliation for as long as he dared, sniffing the scented air as the essences of Victoria's intimate regions wafted under his nose. At last he announced he was done. Victoria was now bursting for relief; she had thoroughly enjoyed teasing this male. She wagged her finger at him and opened her legs wide. 

"Come and kneel next to me." With cock bobbing, Bradbury did just as he was told without any thought, and knelt on the hot stone patio next to the assertive and fragrant woman. She looked him straight in the eye. 

"You have pleased me with your work today and I shall pay you whatever you ask; did you enjoy looking at my asshole?" Bradbury's jaw dropped at her sudden direct approach which was out of the blue; she continued to look contemptuously at him, waiting for his answer, as though she'd simply asked him if he liked her hairstyle. He could not conceal his feelings.

"Yes Mistress Cavendish, I enjoyed looking at your asshole." She smiled wickedly and moved on the sun lounger to face him with her delicious gape, and gently grabbed his hair.

"I think you should have a closer look, and perhaps you'd like a sniff and lick whilst you're down there." Bradbury wasted no time as Victoria leaned back with her knees together, expressing her sticky asshole invitingly. He sniffed at the delicious aroma and eagerly lapped at the oily pucker; Victoria moaned with pleasure at the welcome feel of a submissive male's tongue at her asshole once more, and she slipped her fingers through to her slippery cunt and pleasured her clit as Bradbury lovingly probed the tangy walls of her tight anus; his balls ached for relief as the dominant woman contracted and expanded her asshole around the fully extended tongue, which worshipped her superiority without question. Naked and kneeling in homage to the magnificent woman, Bradbury was ready to beg for relief as Victoria pointed her toes skyward and moaned in absolute ecstasy as she brought herself off, squeezing the tongue that worshipped her asshole as if to strangle it. She shimmered and quivered as she indulged in a glorious orgasm, and on recovering she stroked his hair and eased his head back from the fragrance of her asshole. She smiled wickedly at him and placed her beautifully pedicured feet to the hot stone patio and pointed sternly to them. 

"You have done very well; I shall watch you masturbate at my feet now; you make sure it's a good show, or you shan't do my gardening again." There was little chance that Bradbury would give a poor show; he had been teased by a new goddess, allowed to lick her asshole, and now knelt naked and obedient before her as he played with himself in exquisite humiliation. Victoria ensured his balls were thoroughly emptied by laughing at him as he began to convulse, and then fingering her freshly pleasured cunt and then having him sniff them. Bradbury groaned with a noise which was in danger of arousing the local neighbourhood dogs, as his cock exploded with the succulent scent of dominant cunt under his nose. Victoria laughed all the more as he splattered her elegant feet and ankles with jets of hot semen; his balls hurt as his humiliation extended his spurts in a long and gratifying orgasm. Victoria delighted in having him lick his mess from her feet, which he did with a perverse willingness, licking every last drop from between her toes. He humbled himself to her, thanking her over and over, as he was allowed to dress and retrieve his tools. As Victoria slipped her sari back on, her ears met with an old familiar sound. 

"Coooeee!" She smiled at the gardener as he hurriedly tucked his shirt into his shorts. The sound was made by Angela; her divorcee friend of old who was now in her front garden.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 19



Victoria silently slid the bolt on the rear gate to open, before pausing and waiting a moment. She smiled as she imagined the scenario had she not bolted the gate and her staid friend had arrived just five minutes earlier; she'd have seen just how merry a widow she had become, and one the gardener was prepared to show his humblest respects for. The thought of Angela seeing her naked with a naked gardener, his tongue deep in her asshole, brought home to her just how much things had changed; Angela's first viewing of her would confirm just that. The doorbell rang and Victoria then opened the gate and called her friend round. The prim Angela was delighted to see her friend again, but was astounded by her appearance; the little things such as her brightly coloured finger and toe-nails, her application of make-up and her obvious all over tan - the sari exposing a shoulder with no visible strap-lines, indicating regular topless sunbathing - were as noticeable as the sexy black sari itself. Angela was not quite conscious of it, but as she hugged her friend, she took in a little of the pheromones from the prior excitement, and as she viewed the gardener her neglected pussy buzzed with excitement, making her blush. She looked back at Victoria. 

"Oh I wish I were as sexy as you! I can see you really have come out of your shell since having a holiday" Victoria sat her friend down and poured her a cold drink as Bradbury came over, almost baffled by the contrast in the two ladies; Angela in prim blouse and tweedy skirt, looked like the vicar's daughter in comparison to the assertive virago he had just so willingly surrendered to. 

"If...if that's all for today, I'll be on my way Mistress Cavendish." Victoria was fully aware of Bradbury's discomfort in front of an audience who was no doubt blissfully unaware of the nature of the full service he'd provided. She would give her friend an insight into the free woman she'd become. 

"Go round and wait at the front door; I'll pay you now I'm ready." Angela was amazed at the way the large male went 'cap in hand' at her directions, which she emphasised with a sternly pointing finger; something about it made her normally unexcited pussy twinkle into life as the male went round through the gate, and as she thought about the way he'd addressed Victoria, her staid but elegant upper-middle class cunt bulged with an enjoyment she'd not felt in years. 

"Did he refer to you as 'Mistress'?" Victoria winked at her with a smug look as she ascended to find some well-earned cash for Bradbury, and commented as she went. 

"Oh, I'm sure he meant to say 'Mrs'... probably. I can see you enjoyed it though." The enjoyment showing on Angela's rosy face was eclipsed by what Victoria couldn't see; she couldn't wait for her to come back and tell her all about her holiday. 

Both Wanda and Victoria donned black leather outfits for their visit to Charlotte Ray's residence; they smirked at the staid ladies walking their dogs and strolling to the village store, as the two drove to the adjoining village where Charlotte lived; Wanda chuckled. 

"I wonder if any of them have a husband, trussed up, caged and plugged; waiting for their return, balls tingling at the promise of punishment?" Victoria laughed. 

"Having seen what I have in St Tropez, and then having witnessed the obvious excitement of my dear friend Angela at my simple commanding of Bradbury, nothing would surprise me. I just intend to enjoy every day of my new existence from now on; I can't wait to have a domme party at my house, and parade Eric naked on a leash round the garden. I may even invite Angela!" The two laughed at the thought, but the idea of seeing Eric humiliated before an 'ordinary' woman, and knowing her secretly thrilled by it, gave them both a buzz between their legs. 

They drove down a leafy lane passing numerous well-appointed and affluent properties, and Wanda turned into the shady drive of one of these; an immense detached house, two stories but with many features within the roof; a somewhat sinister looking tower feature and hand rail around one section, pointing to an observation deck. Something about the place had Victoria very excited. Wanda smiled. 

"Oh yes, Charlotte has done very well from a life of dominating males; we may not have the sun like at Cherie's, but we'll have just as much pleasure here. You'll see how female superiority is just as much the natural order of things here in your own part of the world. The two squeaked in their leather up to the large front door, which was opened by a severe looking maid in a tight hobble skirt with seamed stockings. 

"Madam is expecting you; please follow me." Victoria was immediately impressed with the decor of the rooms she saw on her way through; minimalist and free of clutter, yet in keeping with the period of the house, not over modernistic. As they passed a large window which looked out onto the rear garden, Wanda drew her attention to a large box hedge which faced a padded pole on one of the lawns. 

"Your new acquaintance Bradbury loves to come here and be of service to Charlotte and any one of her maids who cares to dominate him; that is one of his creations. Many a male, including him, has been whipped to submission whilst strapped to the pole facing it." Victoria gasped and the maid smiled proudly as she viewed the oval hedge some eight feet tall; this was a perfectly formed and huge aroused cunt, a sublime example of topiary, beautifully shaped butterfly-like labia and protruding nub of a clitoris at top of a divinely bulbous cleft. The maid added her pleasing anecdote as Victoria's cunt bulged to match the hedge as the thought of seeing a male whipped there would be very pleasing.

"Madam Charlotte is very proud of the fact that Bradbury modelled his vision on her womanhood from memory, having had the pleasure of servicing it with his tongue many times; it is very satisfying to see males spend at the pole while they taste the whip in its shadow; so erotic." Victoria liked this place more and more as she took in the atmosphere of this quintessentially female domain. 

They entered a slightly smoky room where a Rubenesque woman of around 50 wearing a soft leather corset and black leather arm length gloves was puffing a French cigarette with one hand, a leash about her wrist, and a cane in the other with which she tormented a naked, hooded male who was at the lower end of the leash. His ass striped with red poking rudely into the air as he sniffed at the panties his mistress had discarded to the floor for him. She beamed with pleasure on seeing her friend Wanda with her new friend with whom she would certainly become a firm friend also. She stroked the grovelling male's ass once more for good measure, and then passed the leash to the stern maid.

"Beatrice; take him to the Gallows Tower, and have him please you there any way you wish. Make sure he is thoroughly deserving of any relief you allow him when facing the hill; he has admitted abusing himself whilst away from our care, and he must fully understand that wasting our seed when not in our presence will not be tolerated." The maid was very pleased to take charge of the male; Victoria's cunt tingled as she watched the humble maid bustle in her tight skirt, she was pleased to see that all females were as equally dominant here as at Cherie's; Beatrice sternly ordered the male to carry his mistress's panties in his teeth as he was whipped along by her on all fours. Charlotte Ray then embraced the two.

"I'll show you the Gallows Tower later, when we have a little tour; we can check on the progress of Beatrice's discipline too, she will be delighted to demonstrate her prowess in dominating males before an audience. The tower is so called because you can clearly see Gallows Hill from its windows; a place a mile or so away where many males were hanged in public. It's a pity such a spectacle is no longer allowed; the level of arousal enjoyed by women watching males dispatched that way will have been phenomenal. These days we have to get such enjoyment from those rare private functions attended, and they just aren't frequent enough. I so love to have my males masturbate whilst facing it during punishment, to remind them of what just might happen if they've dis-pleased womanhood to a level beyond forgiveness, and we do have a special function room here." She gave Victoria a wink and a smug smile.

"You'll enjoy that room, it's been the last room a few troublesome males have seen; the pleasure we've had from the functions there have been exquisite!" Wanda gave a subtle and satisfied smile, acknowledging her awareness of what happened there, making Victoria's cunt ooze with expectation.

After formally introducing herself to Victoria, Charlotte took them out onto a huge patio and called for one of her male servants to come and take a drinks order; Victoria was pleased to see that Charlotte also had a swimming pool, with a retractable roof to allow use all year round. A male, naked except for a mask, caged cock and rudely strapped balls and white gloves, scurried out and fell to the feet of Charlotte; his head bent low to her feet in total obedience. Madam Ray stood dominantly over him, looking down with a sneer. A maid appeared and stood by the patio doors, watching his every move with a stern smile, a flexible cane tucked under her arm; she was there to supervise him and he would earn a thrashing for the slightest misdemeanour. Charlotte looked at Victoria with a triumphant grin.

"All males here are put to good use; they serve the maids and are kept as their pets until they tire of them; having learned total obedience here, they are readily accepted as entertainment for women in other countries in places like Africa and the Far East, where they can disappear, no questions asked. Some of them never leave here of course." She smiled and lifted her toes just slightly, the male at her feet kissing them without the need for her to ask; his cock bulging in its cage as he listened to her words, he being an example who had completely accepted his submission to the superior sex and wallowed in his absolute servility. Charlotte's cunt moistened with arousal as she enjoyed her crushing superiority over the feeble male. He lapped at her feet, his cock dribbling from the cage as his anus tingled with the thought of being sold cheaply to a fiercely dominant female from a society which would guarantee her total vindictiveness, or being disposed of in the special function room; offering his total and final humiliation in giving females an ultimate pleasure, confirming their absolute ownership over worthless males. Victoria and Wanda becoming more and more aroused as they sat and crossed their legs. Charlotte continued as she enjoyed the subservient male's attentions.

"This male like all males who come here, knows there is always an abundance of fresh stock, so they live in a perpetual limbo; the only certain thing is their continued obedience. Hui-Ying Xu, my dear friend from Shanghai is to visit us this week; she will be offered chosen males, some of whom will openly beg not to be taken from here. It is most satisfying to see those examples trussed and packaged; Hui-Ying having witnessed their disobedience, ensuring suitably severe owners are selected for them. Many do not last long; white males are favoured in erotically charged rituals of feminine dominance, their ruthless superiority acted out before cameras, documenting sweetly the triumph of the female in question over the male whose submission is made permanent. I have many fine examples of my males being disposed of this way; Hui-Ying bringing back CD's and memory sticks from delighted female contacts, eager to purchase more stock." She whipped the grovelling male with her cane, as a sticky globule of pre-cum stretched slowly down from the slit in the plastic cage which confined his swollen bell-end.

"This male of course, would never question any decision made by any woman; as you can see, he is ready to accept whatever fate is chosen for him. He will now kiss your feet and take your orders."

Victoria's panties were now nicely soiled as the male kissed her feet without question and begged her order, as the maid who owned him watched his unbending obedience with a smug pride. He did the same for Wanda then scuttled quickly back to be greeted by the stern attentions of his maid mistress. Charlotte sat with them as they faced the lawn with the pole and beautifully feminine topiary. She could see the excitement in Victoria's eyes.

"I understand you have a pet that'll be with you in a couple of days? I'd love it if you brought him here on Friday to witness Hui-Ying's purchases; it will be a delicious eye-opener for both of you, and will be an education for your pet; we can have the maids put him to good use while he's here too, I guarantee he'll be more than happy to go home with you at the day's end. Victoria could see that the male was servile to the point of absolute obedience, as he returned with the order and immediately kissed her feet once more, having ensured he had placed the drink within easy reaching distance of his superior guest. Her cunt buzzed with subliminal pleasure as he humbled himself before her so naturally; his humility boosting her sense of dominance. His maid mistress and Charlotte looked smugly on; Madam Ray's regime of complete dominance over males would not tolerate the slightest essence of cheek or familiarity from them. Her rule was absolute and those who showed the slightest hint of rebelliousness after being broken by her strict submission training would be guaranteed to find themselves trussed and owned by her Chinese associate, and bound for Shanghai. 

Hui-yi Xu was more than happy to take any Western male, regardless of age shape or race; as long as it was apparent that their their origins were in the decadent West. White males were most valued by vindictive Eastern and African dominants; the pleasure to be had from their punishment by these women, and the ruthless ferocity of it, ensured the continuing demand for fresh males. Hui-yi Xu was delighted to pass males on to certain women, knowing they would be placing new orders within a week; they would delight in reporting how males had performed when subjected to crushing domination and punishments leading to a humiliating demise before a select audience or cameras; their most intimate parts now proudly adorning their victorious dominators, cured and shrunk and worn as trophies. Testes and the remnants of once erect and sizeable penises, now brought down to size forever, as per their former owners, and turned into intricate jewellery; not easily identifiable to laymen, but instantly recognisable to the circles of dominant women, some displaying a multitude of items. The ultimate dominance of those women over the male of the species, displayed with haughty pride, confirming their prestige; enhanced by the evidence of the magnitude of males disposed of.

Victoria's cunt tingled and oozed with pleasure, as she relished seeing Eric soon; bringing him here to this palace of domination would be a delicious treat for them both.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 20



Eric had worked like a Trojan, placing his house on the market, selling off those items from within the house that would not be wanted by the future owner, and closing the deal with a buyer via an estate agent at a slightly reduced price to enhance a quick sale. As he approached the address given him by Victoria for the first time, he wondered if it had all been some absurd dream? Would someone other than Victoria answer the door to reveal a hoax? If she did live there, would she reject him and say that the idea was generated by her holiday mood? Everything seemed so different now he was back home; the butterflies were intense as he approached the front door of the modest but expensive looking detached house. Timidly, he rang the bell. A smiling Victoria opened the door, blowing the butterflies away for ever. Impulse made her want to embrace Eric, and he sensed this, but she maintained her dominant air. Victoria pointed to her feet, and Eric bent with no hesitation and lovingly kissed them; he was then ushered in and she shut the door. She took a leash which was hanging ready by the door; this had been her first addition to the house since realising her dominance, the meek Angela had queried what it was for as Victoria had no dog and Victoria had remained coy with her answer. Angela would soon learn just how much her friend had changed, and her cunt would moisten again for some strange unknown reason. Victoria swished the leash before Eric.

"Clothes off now! We'll have you naked for a quick tour of your new home; you'll then service my cunt with your tongue, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Victoria dropped her sari to the floor and stood naked, making Eric's now exposed cock rise with excitement as she leashed him; he was now sure he was her property and he longed to lap at her cunt. Victoria tugged urgently at Eric's leash, as if to confirm to herself that he was really there, hers to toy with just as she pleased, in her captivity, her domain. She too had never seriously doubted that the man she had captured, dominated, and owned completely in St. Tropez would turn up, but the cold-feet, post- holiday realisation scenario had entered her mind too; now he was here she wanted to hug Eric and show him true affection, but she remained disciplined, he would know his place as her new household pet before she let him sample the warmth she felt for him. Eric's cock stiffened as he sniffed at the evidence of her arousal as the naked dominatrix strutted before him, keeping him close to her ass; he was close to tears with the relief of being at her service once more, and hoped she'd allow him to shoot his tribute over her pretty feet and ankles before long; he was now rampant. With a broad grin she stopped by the door to the basement; her nipples poking proudly with excitement. She opened the door and tugged the leash, going slowly to allow him to negotiate the stairs. She giggled.

"These will have to be extended or replaced to allow easier access; the women who will design the room will see to that, they have drawn up several plans but said it is a tradition to have the slave who will receive punishment here, sign his approval for the finished design. As you can see the basics have already been applied to what will be our own little torture chamber. I'm so excited!" Eric gasped and his cock stiffened at the ominous black walls with padded red leather panels. Though there was no major equipment in place yet, and there was plenty of room for it, the few hooks and rings in the ceiling along with the strange cosiness of the basement as was, now looked very much like the goddess's dungeon it would become. Victoria brushed her warm and moist cunt in Eric's face.

"I get so aroused when I have friends visit and we sit upstairs drinking tea; the gossip they give me goes in one ear and out through the other as I think of how they'd react if they knew what was below them; we needed to test the sound-proofing and on one occasion whilst I was up here chatting to Fiona Fortescue about the women's rotary club, Wanda was down here thrashing one of her male business associates. Apparently he screamed like a small girl as Wanda saw to it that he knew pain; I didn't hear a thing but my panties were thoroughly soiled with the thrill of it, poor Fiona now thinks I am incredibly enthusiastic about the rotary club; such was my intent to engage her in conversation on every point, I was so nervous we'd hear the crack of a whip, a cry of pain, or the grunts of pleasure as he submitted in orgasm." Victoria pulled Eric's head from the heady scent of her cunt as she sensed he was about to lick. She smiled down at his disappointed face.

"It's tempting to have me lick you down here, but I want our first orgasms in this room to be perfect; I can assure you I will see you spend in submission like never before when everything is in place. You have four plans to study; we'll view them together and you can sign for the dungeon you would most like to be punished in. You will spend a great deal of time down here; not only will I delight in teasing you here, you will also have a corner to be leashed in, when friends use our facilities. You will witness the punishment of others and will be punished by guests also. You will serve guests with whatever needs when not actually participating in the enjoyment of punishment." Eric was still fantasising about the place when his leash was jerked toward the stairs; he was expecting her to ascend when she suddenly veered under the stairs to another door below them; her cunt tingled as she opened the door, and Eric's eyes hurt with the change in light as he viewed a room with gleaming white tiles.

"This is my special wet room; as you can see, the toilet pan is transparent and sits away from the wall, allowing access all around it, the plumbing is concealed in the floor below it, out of the way. There are two bidets, three shower units and ample floor space to allow slaves to be whipped on the tiles. The wet room will allow guests to freshen up before or after sessions and of course hold specialist sessions in here." She pulled his leash tight and smiled wickedly at him.

"You'll watch many women release their bowels as you lie prone in attendance; not just mine. I've made several surprising acquaintances through Wanda since I've been back; you will be kept very busy entertaining guests, in here as well as in the dungeon." Eric was becoming overwhelmed by his promised new life and was led upstairs to begin it by his shapely mistress, who was also in urgent need of attention. She giggled as she rushed him up the stairs to the main bedroom.

"I'll show you the other rooms later; I want your tongue to re-acquaint itself with its two mistresses then you'll tell me how the tying up of the affairs of your old life are going, I want absolute control over you as soon as possible." Eric was close to coming as he was led into his mistress's main bedroom; a huge white bed dominated the fluffy and comfortable bedroom, there was no apparent evidence of intent to dominate her, but the woman who occupied it would ensure her authority shone through. Eric was made to kneel at the foot of the bed whilst his mistress ascended it and lay with her head upon the pillows. She smiled with pleasure as she spread her legs and barked her simple one word command.

"Tongue!" Eric managed to conceal his smile of excitement as he swiftly mounted the bed and immediately tongued his mistress's deliciously scented cunt. Eric had arrived at his new home.



Freedom and the Widow Ch. 21



Victoria and Eric now realised the erotic bliss of their situation in full; Eric was kept under rigorous control by Victoria, but her affection for him could not be denied. He appreciated that he would always be her favourite, as he suited her so well, and had shown his utter submission in giving up all he owned to willingly become her absolute slave. He was never more in his element than when he cowered in abeyance before her strict authority, and was more than happy to demonstrate his position below her when other Wanda and other women attended Victoria's house; the erotic charge he enjoyed when bossed and dominated mercilessly before company, at the hands of his supreme mistress and those guests, ensured exquisite orgasms when he was allowed the opportunity. Victoria became a model dominatrix amongst her peers; showing absolute control over her male which was undisputed in any respect, but never unnecessarily cruel to him; there was no need, he was fully aware of his lowly status through Victoria's absolute control. He had been subjected to a delicious and thorough teasing at the hands of his mistress, Wanda, and Charlotte Ray when made to choose from the various plans for equipment to tool the punishment chamber downstairs; the input from a submissive male's perspective being key in the choice. Eric had spent the contents of his balls under cane, whip, and dominant female flesh itself, before his most submissive choice was milked from his punished and humiliated soul. With the chamber and the rest of the house now undergoing the changes to suit the dominant woman she had become, the recently widowed Victoria had but one gnawing regret; her close friend Angela, still led a boring, lonely and sometimes sad life. The women were determined to have her realise her potential.

The as yet meek Angela had been away these past few weeks following her mild shock on witnessing the changes in her friend Victoria, and the strange new authority of her persona in dealing with the gardener Bradbury. She was not sure why, but it had excited her sexually, and in the comfort of her bed at her sister's house on the coast, she had become aroused and masturbated several times at the memory of the way the burly male had been controlled with such ease by her formerly timid friend. Though the erotic thoughts furnished her with deeply satisfying orgasms, she dismissed the thoughts on recovering, putting it down to her age and other factors. However this did not prevent her from repeating the fulfilling exercise. True to form, the weather had been abysmal on the coast, her sister who was in a similar position to her; divorced and leading a mundane existence without striving to meet new people, had left Angela yearning to be back home rather than feeling refreshed from a summer break. She also had a niggling desire to be with Victoria and discover more about her transition.

Angela's next visit to Victoria's house could not have come at a more opportune moment; Eric had arrived shortly after Angela had left for her sisters, and was now fully familiar with house, and was already in routines at the behest of his mistress. Victoria was also expecting a visit from Wanda on the day that the polite and demure Angela knocked at her door. It was answered by Eric, who was a little startled at the appearance of a shapely and pretty woman, if dressed somewhat drably. She gave him a warm smile.

"Hello, I don't believe we've met, is Victoria at home?" Victoria grinned to herself as she heard the dulcet tones of her soft friend from the drawing room, and advanced to the front door. Eric struggled to address this new female appropriately; she was not one of the stern women he was accustomed to greeting, and he was unaware of her association with his mistress. Victoria appeared and quelled his dilemma; she had also resigned herself to no longer playing games with Angela. Eric fumbled with his words.

"Mis... Victoria, you have a visitor." Victoria's grin broadened, as she sensed his awkwardness and her eyes met with Angela's. She snapped her fingers.

"Coffee Eric; in the drawing room, immediately." Eric bowed at the two women and left, relieved with having received a command. Angela's jaw dropped and her face expressed a weak smile, as she watched him depart without comment about the blunt demand. Victoria maintained an air of nonchalance as she embraced her friend and brought her into the drawing room. Once again, Angela was also slightly stunned by her friend's appearance; Victoria wore a tight leather skirt with a split to one side, which exposed her seamed stockings in a very sexy manner, the clacking stiletto's and white silk blouse made her seem like a cross between a schoolmistress and a businesswoman. The house had changed also; gone were the flowery wallpapers and chintzy furniture, bold but somehow subtle and plain colours covered the walls, and luxuriant leather seating now captured the eye. Angela sank into a leather chair opposite Victoria who half sat and half laid on an enormous black leather sofa; her tight skirt squeaking in harmony with that of the sofa as she made herself comfortable. Angela adjusted herself, holding the small of her back, something immediately noted by Victoria.

"Are you ok?" Angela immediately straightened her back and smiled.

"Oh, it's nothing, think l pulled something when vacuuming, not that it really needed doing with me having been away; it just gave me something to do, and now I'm paying for it." Victoria crossed her legs and smiled wickedly.

"You should get yourself a man to do that for you." As a bemused smile broke across Angela's face, Eric entered with a tray bearing two coffees, a bowl of sugar and a small jug of cream.

"... One like my Eric, who will be very pleased to meet you." Eric gave his mistress a cursory glance, and she nodded her approval with a knowing smile, anticipating that he wished to know if he should maintain the routine as per all other women; he gracefully knelt before Angela with the tray, ensuring he was close enough to avoid her having to stretch in any way. Angela's cunt tingled with a strange pleasure as Eric silently allowed her as much time as she pleased to choose how she wished to take her coffee; as Victoria smiled victoriously at her, it dawned on Angela that Eric was not simply a new partner, he was her slave. When she had finished stirring her coffee and plucked it from the tray, Eric went immediately to his mistress and knelt before her with a gentle smile. Angela found it difficult to swallow her coffee as she watched the way the two looked at each-other; it was so apparent her previously meek friend Victoria was in complete control of Eric. Victoria smiled calmly at Angela, and seeing she was about to ask something in her bewildered fashion, spoke first.

"Eric, this is my dear friend Angela, I want you to introduce yourself and tell her just how happy you are to be with me." Eric's cock stiffened at the lush feeling of it being known that he was owned by a woman, by a woman who was completely unaware of the situation. He was eager to confirm his mistress's opinion.

"Hello Mistress Angela, I am so very pleased to meet a friend of my Mistress, and yes, I am more than pleased to be of service to her." Victoria coughed slightly, as though to reel Eric in; his enthusiasm at being in his position could not have been more sincere.

Angela blushed visibly and also coughed slightly; being addressed as 'mistress' had resulted in her nearly taking her coffee into her lungs, rather than down the correct route. Her cunt now bulged curiously with a wicked desire she was slowly beginning to recognise, as her transformed friend continued.

"You see, all males are potentially subservient to women; it's a case of finding those that recognise it and training them to suit, they are so much more suited to housework and chores than are we women, being a little more robust physically. The situation also brings out the natural superiority of a woman; Eric knows his place and finds great reward in obeying my every command, and in being of service to me. I would love to see you elevated to the same position, you poor thing; you look exhausted." Angela was still in a state of mild shock and was transfixed by the vision of the male dressed in simple white shirt and pristine white slacks, which would betray any dirt if he had failed in his housework duties, and kneeling in total abeyance at his sharply dressed mistress's feet, when the door-bell rang. Victoria smiled sternly at Eric.

"Door Eric; that will be Mistress Wanda, you will show her in and prepare a coffee the way she likes it." He bowed to his mistress and eagerly went and opened the door to the superbly confident dominatrix, dropping to his knees and kissing her feet, as was routinely required of him; his cock now nicely erect at the thought of being of service to three women. He advised his mistress was in the drawing room, and shuffled to one side, remaining on his knees to let the goddess past.

"Coffee Mistress Wanda?" The confident woman smiled down at him as she strutted past on six inch heels.

"Yes Eric, not too hot and with little cream; I have a strange thirst today." The elegant woman said hello to her friend and then to Angela, who sat feeling under-dressed in her drab grey and un-shapely skirt, and beige cardigan, admiring the tight black skirt, black jacket and stockings that Wanda wore; and oh, those heels! Wanda sat alongside Victoria; she was pleased to see Angela, Victoria having expressed her concerns to her about her good friend's mundane existence after the departure of her blindly pig-headed husband. The two were determined to coax her into the fulfilling lifestyles they now enjoyed. Eric re-appeared with the coffee and knelt at Wanda's feet as she accepted the coffee without uttering the slightest thank you; this was simply Eric's duty to serve. What she did say startled Angela, but made her cunt tingle with growing excitement.

"Eric, you will now kneel at Mistress Angela's feet; I shall take some pictures with my phone, to demonstrate to her how things could be." Angela blushed awkwardly as Eric obeyed and knelt at her feet with head bowed in recognition of her superiority, as meek as she was. Victoria assisted as Wanda clicked her phone's camera.

"Angela, pull your skirt up a few inches; you have such shapely legs." Angela was still unsure, despite the message her now bulging cunt told her, and humoured her friend by exposing her shapely thighs. Wanda picked a cane from behind a chair and had Angela hold it. Victoria's cunt now oozed as she viewed her meek friend in a staged act of dominance.

"You will now kiss Mistress Angela's feet Eric." Angela gasped as he did so with no hesitation; she gripped the cane tightly in reaction as he did so, her panties now damp with excitement. Wanda smiled as she snapped away, and quickly mailed one to Charlotte Ray: 'Suitably soft and affectionate male required to suit this caring woman, who will, put him to good use, we shall see if we can bring her tomorrow to view candidate.'

Angela was at first relieved and in a state of disbelief when Eric was sent to attend to the dishwasher, but her cunt yearned to experience the situation again; she thought subconsciously of her pleasing masturbation when on holiday, and she was jealous of her friend's new status. Despite these subliminal messages and her obvious carnal excitement, she was still doubtful, due to her staid situation within the boring and middle-class society which she was accustomed to. Wanda and Victoria comforted her as she was shown the pictures; she blushed again, and raised a soft smile as she saw herself with the cane, Victoria squeezed her arm.

"Just think, this could be you with your own male, ready to serve and look up to you, eager to obey and satisfy your merest whim; we would love to see your life eased, and fulfilled like ours; we know just where a readily trained male can be obtained for you." Angela's cunt now buzzed with the awakening of a supressed and growing desire, as she struggled with a decision, viewing the picture which excited her no end, but still nervous about her existing situation. Wanda offered the opening which the two had already planned for.

"Please think on what we've said, and what you've seen with your own eyes; there are many males like Eric out there, and we shall be visiting a friend tomorrow who specialises in their training; your new life could start from tomorrow, with a male pet of your choice eager to serve and please you. We shall leave here to visit her at ten o'clock tomorrow; we'd love you to come too." Angela was truly tempted.

"Would he please me?... you know..." The two smiled wickedly and Victoria replied.

"He will please you in any way you desire, I shall demonstrate how things will be." She called in Eric and had him strip naked before his two guests; he did so eagerly, his cock stiff with excitement at the sweet humiliation. Angela's cunt was now wet with excitement at seeing an erect and willing cock for the first time in years. Victoria smiled as her friend sat with mouth agape to match her cunt.

"Bedroom Eric. In half an hour when both guests have left, I shall allow you to award me oral satisfaction. Warm the bed." Angela was now transfixed by Eric's cock, which bobbed from excited stiffness to rude rigidity as he was given a command which she could see he would have great pleasure in carrying out. He bowed to Victoria and Angela watched his naked ass depart to ensure his mistress's bed was comfortable. Angela gasped at the surreal heaven that her friend now enjoyed; she struggled to take it in the reality that occurred before her eyes. Victoria smiled softly at her.

"Yes Angela, anything you desire, as and when you choose it to happen. Please consider being here at ten tomorrow; we would so like to make you happy, we can soon bring you home if you don't like what you see." Angela made a mental note of the time as she stood to leave; eleven-thirty; she imagined what pleasure her friend would enjoy at twelve, oral sex was something she had only dreamed of.

The two hugged Angela before she left, and begged her to think on their invitation; Wanda smirking as she left, knowing Charlotte Ray would already be selecting a suitable male from her stock.

Angela breathed heavily and stared straight ahead in a daze, as she walked her route home which took her close to the High Street and its plentiful retailers; her cunt slipping nicely with lubrication as she walked, she so wanted to reach home and masturbate wildly. Despite her urgency, she found herself detouring and venturing into the shopping precinct; she found a ladies boutique she would never have normally bothered with, its clothing and shoes she would normally have considered to 'flashy' or risqué for her needs. She looked at her watch, it was ten to twelve, and then looked at a pair of spikey stilettos in the window. She took a deep breath and went in; thinking that by the time she purchased them, and a suitable skirt and top, Victoria would be receiving the sort of attention she could only dream of. Angela had now decided to change that.

Victoria and Wanda were busying themselves preparing and teasing Eric in preparation for their visit to Charlotte Ray's; they took turns parading him round the room in a tight leather harness outfit, chosen for him to face Hui-Xing Yu; a matching leather tube had been buttoned around his shaft, which stimulated his bell-end and kept it erect. Each time he lost slight carnal interest, the front edge of the tight tube nursed the flange of his glistening bell-end exquisitely as it tried to retract, instantly returning him to a full erection, and leaving him yearning to come. A dose of Viagra completed the wicked torture, as if the ladies descriptions of the wickedly dominant Chinese woman had not been enough. As Victoria fastened a choker-leash to Eric's neck to demonstrate total control to the Chinese woman, the door-bell rang. Victoria and Wanda looked at each-other and smiled; please, please let this be Angela thought Victoria. She approached the door and opened it, half expecting to be disappointed by the postman or a salesman; she gasped and a tear rolled down her cheek as Angela stood facing her, several inches taller than she had ever been in sexy black stilettos, tight waist black pencil skirt with a shiny three inch thick black patent leather belt grasping her wasp-like waist, and breasts poking forward excitedly through a black silk blouse from an uplifting bra which left her nipples exposed. Her pretty face was illuminated with hot red lipstick, and her hair was up in a bun; she looked every inch the most severe and appealing dominatrix.

She smiled warmly and brushed the tear from Victoria's cheek before hugging her.

"Do I look OK? I've had a real thrill getting here; I intended getting a cab all the way here, but was so excited at being seen like this, I had him drop me at the High Street and walked the rest of the way; you should see the looks I've had, and the way men stepped aside who'd normally walk straight through me as though I wasn't there. I want to thank you for inspiring me, I feel... just wonderful!" Victoria laughed and told Eric to close his eyes before they entered; Wanda gasped in disbelief, putting her hand over her mouth as she smiled.

"Good god! What a transformation, you look magnificent!" Eric's balls tingled as he smelt the fresh fragrance of a third woman and felt his leash move as it was passed to her, Wanda passed a spiteful short horse-whip to her, giggling in disbelief as she did so. Three cunts tingled with pleasure as all looked down at the submissive male with eyes closed tightly. Victoria panted as she spoke.

"Now Eric, when I say you shall open your eyes and give your honest opinion as a lowly male as to what you think of the woman before you, open your eyes." Eric's jaw dropped and his cock oozed pre-cum from its captive tube, he would readily have masturbated there and then if allowed, as he gazed at the proud and delicious Angela, holding his leash and whip in hand. The women giggled as he sighed audibly and swallowed hard.

"Oh Mistress Angela, any male would willingly surrender his balls to be owned by you, you are absolutely stunning." Wanda and Victoria applauded his sincere opinion and Victoria laughed.

"The sooner we find you a pet of your own Angela, the better; I can see I'm in danger of losing mine! Just the same, you shall own Eric today; you can lead him at Charlotte's, and be sure to try that whip on him if he displeases you in any way."

The outfit Angela wore seemed to cloak any previous niggling misgivings she once had, she had in effect, already moved forward and become another woman; she was also beginning to recognise and enjoy the potential of her being dominant; after buying her new image, she had returned home and masturbated with the vision of Eric at her feet firmly and openly in her mind, it gave her the most rewarding orgasm. When they arrived, Charlotte Ray was delighted at the prospect of acquiring a new friend as Angela stepped proudly from the car and led Eric on all fours behind her; Eric was close to coming as he was led along, viewing the delicious asses and legs of four dominant women, being taken to witness the fate of other submissive males at the hands of a Chinese woman whose reputation was one of total and unbending dominance. Charlotte took them into a huge room where Hui-Ying was busy testing a male she had previously selected. In the middle of the room, the delectable and slender Chinese woman in red satin top and short red satin skirt displayed her long legs to good effect as she smiled wickedly and tortured a bound male with her spikey red stilettos. He had been placed between two platforms on his side, his genitals across the parapet of the one he faced, exposing them for torture. He wept openly while his balls were spiked with one foot, as his erect cock was squashed and teased expertly with the flat of her other exquisitely dainty shoe. Victoria squeezed Angela's arm as she could see that the male's distress might be a little too much for her, as an initial example. Angela eased, however as the male's tears ceased and his face turned to a strange grimacing smile as he saw that four more women were witnessing his punishment; Hui-Ying sneered down at the bound and quivering cur, pinned his scrotum firmly to the platform with the heel she had spiked his balls with, and rolled and squeezed his rubbery erection with her other red stiletto.




Freedom and the Widow Ch. 21



Hui-Ying smiled with pleasure, hands on hips, as the male moaned in ecstasy and a spray of hot semen jetted from beneath her shoe, spreading across the platform as if to mimic a Chinese fan, as she rolled his cock and he spurted the contents of his tortured balls in submissive surrender. Eric's cock jutted and dribbled as he viewed the deliciously slender oriental woman, whose natural and spiteful dominance seemed to shine from her; his mind reached the depths of his submissiveness as he pondered the exquisite tortures such a woman would inflict in achieving satisfaction, he knew no male would remain a favourite with her for more than a few days before being sold or disposed of. Angela gripped her whip, her cunt now buzzing with pleasure as the other smiling women applauded the burly white male's generous submission to the slender eastern woman in red satin. As she squeezed the spurts from his squashed cock, she announced his fate with a wicked smile.

"I have African woman who enjoy using you as slave; you find much pain and pleasure in Dark Continent." The male gasped and his balls released another worthy jet of cream as mid-orgasm, he writhed in submissive ecstasy at the knowledge he would never see his home country again, and would die the slave of a dominant black woman. Hui-Ying applied her shoe as the last blobs of cream dribbled from his cock, and then snapped her fingers; two beautifully elegant Chinese assistants in black satin appeared, unbound the male's ankles and led him away on a leash to be prepared for his journey. Their mistress then sauntered over to her audience with a pleased grin emphasising her delectably high cheek-bones. After introducing herself to the women, she looked down at Eric with his sheathed cock standing firm and his exposed bell-end glistening with excitement; the Viagra he'd been given accentuated his submissiveness and he yearned to come. She looked at Angela and smiled.

"May your pet be pleasured? He look splendid in his harness, and I think he appreciate me." Angela advised that she had just taken charge of Eric, and looked to Victoria who nodded her approval to Hui-Ying; she could see that Eric was in need of relief. Angela was in need of relief herself as she eagerly assisted by pulling Eric's choker tight, easing him upright on his knees, her cunt now juiced with arousal. Hui-Ying now bent slightly, displaying the cleavage of her firm breasts to Eric as she squeezed his bobbing bell-end between her beautifully manicured hands.

"You fine example of white boy, I give your mistress my contact; if she become bored with you, I buy you and find you new home." Eric gasped at her expert stimulation of his bell-end, his balls tingling deliciously at her tease which made the women laugh, though they knew she would genuinely be more than happy to consign Eric to an exquisite fate. Eric panted with pleasure as Angela held his head back firmly, while the superb Chinese dominatrix gently nursed and teased his rock hard bell-end as it jutted upright from the teasing leather tube; she smiled wickedly as one finger gently circled the flange of his helmet, whilst a sharp red nail, softly scraped and teased the underside. The women laughed as Eric jerked and whined on the edge of a teasing orgasm; the Chinese woman would now use words to tip him over the edge.

"You come for me with minimum stimulation; you will admit your submission and shoot your cream as close to China as you can, or I spank your balls." Hui-Ying moved smartly to one side as she applied finger and nail to maximum effect and Eric expelled his breath as he moaned in ecstasy. Victoria, Wanda and Charlotte smiled as they watched Angela's excited face as she choked Eric so naturally, to enhance his submission, and watched open mouthed as the Chinese woman had him spurt milky wads of semen energetically, as he basked in an erotic dream of being disposed by her. Eric's pleasure was immeasurable as the superb woman expertly teased the contents of his balls from him with just the barest of physical stimulation. At last he was allowed to sag, spent, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. Angela had him kiss her feet and thank her, without any prompting from her friends; it was now apparent that she was more than ready to embrace the lifestyle of dominance that she had earned as much as any other woman there.

Charlotte had briefed Hui-Ying about Angela, and her tender embarkation into the world of dominance; they would now contrive to coax her into choosing a pet, the photo sent by Wanda had been most useful, and a suitable male had been carefully selected for her.

Charlotte the ladies on a tour of her house and grounds for Angela's benefit, and she became more and more excited as she took things in; she giggled like a schoolgirl on being shown the cunt-shaped hedge, and marvelled at the prowess of the women with bull-whips who lashed a willing male who was bound to the pole which faced it; she winced a little at first, until Victoria told her to watch the actions of the receiving male. Angela smirked as she watched him push his buttocks out, so as he may receive the full pleasure of the wicked leather demon, and after many applications, shivered and sagged in his bindings having rubbed his excited cock to orgasm against the padding of the pole.

As the women were led into a building which would once have been a huge greenhouse when the old house was built, Hui-Ying winked at a smiling Charlotte, unseen by Angela. There were no longer any plants being propagated in the humid atmosphere under the glass; a long row of cramped cages, each with a naked male within, stretched from one end to the other. Charlotte beamed proudly.

"These are males purchased by Hui-Ying, they are held here prior to being shipped abroad; each one has undergone rigorous training and all know their place and have been expertly broken." As the women walked slowly down, looking in at the purchases made by the Chinese woman Charlotte smirked as an assistant of Hui-Ying's appeared on cue.

"Madam, we have problem with cage 8 man; he disobey and masturbate once again. He lick up seed inside cage, but he shoot beyond bars; we find cream on pathway - he be warned before, must lose his balls; he no use to us now!" As the women moved down with curiosity to cage 8, they viewed a very handsome, but pitifully faced male of about 40; physically fit with brown hair and sharp blue eyes. Angela's heart missed a beat as his eyes met with hers and he stared open mouthed as though he knew her. Hui-Ying had left stony faced and returned with her assistant who held in her hand a scissor-like tool which held an expanded elasticated band. Charlotte took great pleasure in ordering the male from the cage. Angela gasped as the male moved forward and pushed open the door of the cage; they were not locked. Charlotte viewed her expression.

"The cages are merely symbolic, to aid the inmate's feeling of being worthless, and to test their absolute obedience; this one could have opened his cage and licked his cream from the pathway, but was obviously torn by the fact he had already disobeyed in masturbating. I should have had his cock caged; it's such a waste, he was a very promising and obedient male, fully trained and with extras such as a driving licence; perfect for ferrying a mistress in need of transportation, and sweetly submissive with it. Having lost his balls, he'll be of no use abroad; though the novelty of a white eunuch is strong, they are ten a penny, so many men having gone out carrying their balls having lost them after their mistresses have decided to neuter them." Eric's cock managed to retreat into its tube for the only time that day, as he watched with piteous eyes as the male lay back obediently as his sack was fed into the expanded loop of elastic, and the smiling assistant was more than pleased to exact permanent punishment by releasing it; the male moaned quietly as the tight elastic constricted the top of his sack, glancing pitifully at Angela as he was ushered back into his cage; the tight elastic already numbing his doomed balls. Charlotte sensed the compassion in Angela, and ensured she was fully aware he just might be available; with his balls intact.

"Of course, it will be a day or so before his balls die and can be removed; it's quite humane, the instrument is used on farm animals all the time, their balls simply numb and drop off; I can't think what made him masturbate again, having been warned." Angela's cunt bulged as she studied the muscular contours of the male's broad chest and lean arms and legs; her heart pumped again as he lifted his blue eyes and looked longingly at her. Unseen by Angela, the others, including Hui-Ying, crossed their fingers and waited; Angela's cunt cried out with a tingling passion of its own from beneath her damp silk panties, as the male's cock stiffened as he looked at her, before closing his eyes in shame.

"Oh please, let me take him; I promise I'll punish him and pay whatever was asked for him." The women smirked in triumph behind her, and a smiling Hui-Ying strutted up to her.

"Oh no, I not allow this... I will pay for him, he is my gift to you; I admire your compassion, but you must be stern with him, if he misbehave in any way you bring him back to Charlotte and I cut his balls off myself when I next here." She nodded to her smiling assistant who ordered the male from his cage, and cut the elastic from his scrotum. One of Charlotte's maids appeared with a grin and handed packages to Victoria and Wanda, who now approached her. Victoria took Eric's leash from her, as Angela stood staring down at the pleased blue eyes which now looked up at hers, and took another leash from the package she held and gave to Angela with a smile.

"There, he's yours now; confirm your ownership by leashing him." Angela's cunt tingled with pleasure as he gently leaned forward to allow her to buckle his leash and enslave him, his cock stiffening as he felt the warmth of her closeness for the first time. Wanda showed her the contents of her package.

"These are some things he can wear about your house, until we can sort some other things out for you; we can discuss your needs at our little circle meetings, you are more than just a friend now, you one of us." Angela was now beginning to realise that the choice had been pre-determined; her thought was confirmed when Hui-Ying's assistant picked something from inside the cage and passed it to her with a smile.

"I know why your new pet masturbate; he like you!" Angela blushed just a little, but maintained her new-found severity as she looked at the photo of herself, sitting with cane in hand, Eric kissing her feet; she looked at Wanda with a suspicious smile creasing her face, as she found Victoria now undoing the belt she wore, and unbuttoning her dress.

"Please don't be too annoyed with us Angela; we did choose Clark for you, after considering your needs; and after all, you have saved him from being sent away. You must remind him of that from time to time, you have been his saviour." Victoria whisked away Angela's skirt as it dropped and she stood out of it; she now stood sternly in her black stockings and white panties; her new pet leashed and eager to please on his knees, naked at her feet. Victoria continued.

"You must allow your new pet to take in your scent, and then I think you need to let him know about what think of his use of that photo." Angela quivered with pleasure as she pulled Clark's face into the warmth of her crotch for the first time; Clark's cock stood rigid as he sampled the deliciously spicy scent of the cunt he would loyally worship. Angela was already dreaming of having him home; close to orgasm with just the feel of his nose at her clitoris, she reigned in her composure and gently pulled his head away.

"Well Clark, now I know why you looked at me the way you did. What do you have to say about wasting your seed over my image without my permission? I think you should advise on what punishment you deserve when I get you home." Victoria, Wanda, Charlotte and Hui-Ying marvelled at her new confidence; Eric's cock had long re-emerged from the tight leather tube and his bell-end bulged proud as he enjoyed the emergence of a dominant Angela, and her humiliation of another male. Clark looked up at Angela with grateful eyes.

"Mistress... Mistress Angela, I beg your forgiveness for abusing myself on seeing your image; it was a situation I could only dream of, as I was destined to become the property of an unknown woman in Africa or Asia. I promise I spent in your honour, you looked so dominant, and when I saw you today you were a thousand times more desirable than the photo; I was happy to lose my balls, thinking I could never be owned by you. I beg you to have me feel fifty strokes of the cane." Angela's cunt now oozed in her panties; she had arrived. She hurriedly replaced her stiff skirt and patent belt as he spoke.

All she could think about was getting him home, and what she'd have him do after the caning.

"You are forgiven Clark, but I shall still enjoy giving you a sound thrashing; you'll not spend again until I allow it." Clark would spend many times on that first evening under the strict control of his new mistress; she in turn would know pleasures she had only heard vague rumours about in her previous mundane existence.