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The women chuckled gleefully as they snapped away with cameras at my lying prostrate, leash pulled tight by my smiling mistress, my nose millimetres away from the pungent yet honeyed scent of the sweetly puckered anus of another plump and assertive woman. My cock was rigid again; the Viagra already taking effect, such was the nervous energy I had burnt, my body consuming my reserves as the women worked on consuming me. Hortense flexed her anal muscles so that her sweet hole clenched and dilated, adding to my yearning, she smiled victoriously at me from between her vast, luxuriant thighs.
“When I give you the command, I want you to thoroughly clean my arse. As you can no doubt smell, it’s nice and sticky; you shall commence by licking the perimeter, making sure the ring is clean and lubricated. You shall then probe deeply with your tongue, as far as you can get it in; I shall please myself whilst you do so. Though you are forbidden to come on the sheets; you will be caned once more if you do, I know you will not be able to resist it. It will please me doubly if you do come whilst worshipping my arse, as your orgasm will signify your submission to me, and I will then have the pleasure of caning you.” My cock was ready to shoot on hearing her words, and the other women added to the eroticism by flexing their canes and teasing my sore arse with them. I sniffed and snorted at her delicious arsehole; the last few seconds before her command were exquisite agony.
“Lick my arse!” The women cooed as I immediately extended my tongue and tasted the rich tang of an utterly dominant woman’s anus for the first time; I lovingly lapped at the soft puckers, as she softly stroked her moist pussy, my nose now entreated to her sweet arousal as my tongue sampled the savoury elements of her femininity. My cock pulsed on the sheets as the other women softly taunted me, teased with the canes to make me squirm and bring on the inevitable disgrace from me. Having savoured the beautiful exterior and lapped up and down the fragrant cleft of her cheeks, my senses buzzed as I probed the warmth of her gorgeous anus for the first time; Hortense moaned as I did so, caressing her clitoris as I entered and clenching her rectum about my tongue, enhancing my feeling of captivity and absolute submission to the women. The other women cackled and sneered, using their canes and hands to ensure my movement on the silky sheets, to ensure I earned a further caning.
I was in absolute heaven as Hortense moaned with pleasure, her juices running down her divine cleft to greet my tongue as I serviced her anus. The women taunted and laughed as my rhythm quickened on the sheets, toward my inevitable punishment. As Hortense moved closer to orgasm she pointed her feet skyward and moaned softly as she worked her clitoris hard; I sniffed and snorted, lapping her sweet juices as I probed the welcoming warmth of her rectum, transfixed by her gorgeous pussy and magnificent thighs. The women had me just where I belonged; in service to, and pleasuring a woman’s arsehole; my rhythm quickened too, my cock now pulsing in ecstasy, there was no way I would avoid another caning and the women taunted me because they knew this. The buxom matriarch Anita would ensure I messed the sheets.
“You are going to look lovely in your new dress tomorrow, and you’ll see how a male can really submit to a woman. But for now we’ll just see you mess in honour of a woman’s lowest point, and then enjoy your tears once more. You are worthless, and I can’t wait till Elaine gives you up to me.” The thought of my glorious humiliation the next day, the mystery of Anita’s threats and the teasing strokes from the other women were all too much for me; Hortense’s moans were reaching a crescendo and her juices flowed, dribbling from my chin as I did my best to swallow her offerings as I probed, my cock began to pulse and spasm as I thought of being plugged and caged later, Hortense moaned loudly and her huge thighs tensed; I imagined the caning I would receive from her as I reached the point of no return and spurted in ecstasy in the silken sheets. The women laughed aloud as I bucked and shot again and again; Hortense recovered as I was still mid orgasm, to ad her personal taunt.
“Oh! I am going to give you such a thrashing; I’ll teach you to mess the sheets!” She grabbed my head and pulled my face tightly to her beautiful big arse as I spent again and again in absolute heaven as I thought of the caning.
I was duly punished severely by Hortense, and sampled all the women’s nether regions during the evening. I was whipped mercilessly by Margot and spanked like a small boy by Stella, Anita brought me off by face sitting me as she teased and tormented my balls, taking me to the point of orgasm many times before denying me; allowing me to come only after I had begged her. Finally, when they had had their fill of me, I was made to stand by the table where my new items lay, the dress, wig and shoes all placed prominently. The women sat and watched as Elaine made me view the things as she took my cock in her hand and masturbated me.
“Tomorrow your new life will begin in earnest, you will truly start to know your place beneath women, and you will witness complete submission. After you have given up your cream I am going to lock you. Your cock is mine and you will only be allowed relief when I choose to allow it from tonight and forever. Now give me your cream!” The women applauded as I duly spunked my last from a very sore cock; I was almost relieved to be faced with the cage and shot healthy spurts as I viewed the dress and thought of the sweet humiliation. The women looked on eagerly as I was first made to bend, and the butt plug was applied by my mistress, she having coated it with Vaseline. I yelped as the nub was pressed home; my eyes watered as it stung at first, I thought my arse would split. Elaine then deftly applied the cage while I was still flaccid; the women all gave a loud cheer and clapped as Elaine snapped the tiny padlock shut. Instantly my cock swelled to fill the plastic in a vain attempt to erect. My arse tingled as I felt truly emasculated. I was led on all fours by my leash to the door, and made to kiss the feet of my guests as they left. They all expressed how tomorrow could not come soon enough.
Elaine picked up her favourite cane, and I was led upstairs to see my new mistress’s bedroom for the first time. The butt plug teased my prostate exquisitely, making my cock bulge painfully in its new cage as I ascended the stairs. Elaine had me lie face down on her huge black satin covered bed.
“You have one more caning, and one more arse to lick, but you’ll not be allowed relief again until I think you have earned it.” I lay there, my cock imprisoned, my arse stinging internally and externally; I thought of what tomorrow would bring, as Elaine brought the cane whooshing down once again...
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Having fully asserted her dominance over me, Elaine soothed my glowing arse with the antiseptic cold cream and told me how she was pleased with me thus far. She allowed me beneath the black silk sheets and made me watch as she stripped completely naked. She took delight in parading her shapely mature body before me; my cock raged in its confinement as I viewed her glorious curves, ample arse and full breasts, which sagged only a little, somehow enhancing her sexuality. She was a very sexy woman and knew it. She smiled at me as she took a thin patent leather belt which she buckled about her waist; I noticed this had two loops at the rear. Elaine climbed into bed with me, taking my leash and tying it to the loops, loosely at first.
“I can adjust this to the required length, when I’ve finished with you comforting me, I shall draw it tight, you’ll sleep with you face close to the bottom of your mistress; you will take in the scent of the woman who owns you, even as you sleep.” She then embraced me and our lips met; my arse clenched at the plug and my cock bulged in its cage; this new soft pleasure toyed with my emotions, I was not sure how to feel, but enjoyed her warm affection; Elaine intended to own me completely. She had me lick her breasts and nipples which stood proud, then allowed me down to her sex. Her sweet scent alone had my cock trying to burst free, her divine taste as I licked the soft clefts and lips of her pussy made me yearn for relief; the Viagra still having an effect despite the rigours my balls had been through. Elaine came with some satisfaction, shuddering with pleasure at being serviced by her new acquisition. I was made to thank her for being allowed to lick her, and then she had me move a little lower in the bed before turning and nestling her beautiful rear toward my face, pulling the leash tight in the loops. She giggled as she bent her body slightly, allowing my nose access to her sweet button. I viewed her ample rear and inhaled deeply, taking in her feminine scent for as long as I could, before the soft comfort of the bed made me close my eyes. My cock pulsated in its cage and the plug squirmed in my rectum with the slightest motion. I now knew I was well and truly owned by a woman, and the Viagra had me dreaming of the dress, shoes and wig, and the haughty and superbly dominant Anita; what would I witness whilst enduring my own humiliation?
As soon as I awoke, Elaine led me to the en-suite bathroom and sat me down on the toilet to ensure I could pee whilst wearing the cage.
“You’ll get used to sitting like a girl; you will need to because you can no longer aim.” I found my piss dribbled out from the slot at the front of the cage, so I would have to sit, else have run down my legs. I was allowed to ease the plug out whilst I did what was necessary at the rear; it hung from the ring about my cock. I was allowed to shower, and after I dried off, Elaine took great pleasure in helping me ease the plug back in. I was then taken downstairs for breakfast. Shortly after we had eaten, the doorbell rang and I was sent, still naked, to answer the door. Hortense grinned and walked straight past me as I opened the door.
“Follow me! We have to get you ready!” I watched her as she strutted down the hall; she looked absolutely stunning, her buxom figure in a tight pencil skirt, accentuating the beautiful round arse I had lovingly worshipped the night before, her full figure balancing on the tallest stilettos I had ever seen, a tight white silk blouse doing the same for her breasts, and sexy red lipstick with her hair in a pony-tail. She wore skin tight black leather gloves which completed the picture of a confident and dominant woman. I followed meekly to the room where we had been last night; Elaine was there already, smiling victoriously in anticipation of the humiliation I was to endure. She had taken some other items from a draw. The two women giggled as they began to prepare me. Elaine commented on Hortense’s appearance.
“You look very nice; when we’ve dressed him, I’ll go and put my outfit on. You can get him used to his new shoes.” The women giggled as they began the task of feminizing me for the first time; they quickly ran an electric shaver up my legs to remove the obvious long hairs, and then had me slip on some red silk panties. My emotions were mixed as the two dominant women took control of me, I dare not protest and my cock bulged in the cage at the feel of the soft panties; my arse tingled as I saw the obvious enjoyment the two women got in humiliating me. I was truly their pet and nothing more. They hummed contentedly as I was fitted with a garter belt and black stockings were slipped over my now smooth legs. I was adorned with a padded bra which felt very uncomfortable before the frilly French maids outfit was put on me. Elaine and Hortense clapped their hands with delight after I had been fitted with the tight stilettos and I was then made to look into a full length mirror; the two ensuring to flank me, grinning with pleasure as I viewed myself as a woman for the first time. My cock pulsed uncontrollably as I thought of what other males and females would think; I looked and felt very feminine. The outfit was completed with the application of the long wig and a ‘dolly’ mask to hide the obvious masculinity of my facial features. I was pleased at this as it saved some of my shame in hiding my identity, allowing me to indulge in a new and curious erotic feeling; to my horror, I was beginning to enjoy the humiliation.
Elaine came down after preparing herself, to find Hortense looking very pleased with herself, having instructed me on how to walk like a woman and being pleasantly surprised with the results. If Hortense had looked stunning, I was positively breathless at Elaine; she too was a picture of dominance in a tight business skirt and black blouse; her red hair in a bun, giving her an air of strictness and severity. My collar and leash were re-applied, in confirmation of Elaine’s ownership of me, to add to the eroticism of my new circumstances, the red silken panties already felt cool as the breeze met with the wet patch; my cock dribbling pre-cum as it pulsed in the plastic cage.
The women smiled as they led me through a side door to a car in the drive. I was sat in the rear with my mistress and felt all too comfortable; the black leather seats feeling soft through the thin stockings I wore. Elaine carried a small riding crop which she rested on my lap, to remind me of my position. The tinted windows of the vehicle obscured the view of would-be onlookers, though did not obscure my view of the world I used to know. Elaine seemed to sense this and lifted my frills to expose my ensnared cock.
“This is your life now. Your only purpose is to serve womanhood, and what you witness today will help you enjoy what you have at the moment. You will see what it is to be crushed into submission and truly serve womanhood.” Hortense laughed wickedly at Elaine’s words as we drove down a long driveway to a huge detached house, outside which were parked many fancy vehicles; I was amazed at some of the people I saw arriving there…
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The two smiling woman assisted me in leaving the car, increasing my feeling of femininity; Elaine took particular pleasure in this, as a host of guests had arrived, some of whom were well acquainted with Elaine who was keen to show off her new pet. She made a deliberate point in using both hands to ensure my leash was at choking point; thus emphasising her dominance over me. A huge woman, whose feminine shape was dressed in a full length one piece dress, which accentuated her bountiful arse and breasts, came over to Elaine; a leash led my eye down to her pet dressed as a dog, on all fours with canine mask and butt plug which doubled as a tail.
“What a pretty maid Elaine; I can see already you’ll not be passing this one over to Anita yet, I do hope he enjoys his first show.” The woman looked at me with a look of utter contempt as she turned and pulled sharply on the leash to let her dog know who was in command and we all walked toward the large entrance. En route I saw many more maids, many so much more effeminate than me; I thought they had simply had more practice, Elaine and Hortense smiled at each other as I ogled them, I would soon learn that it was more than practice which added to their sweet effeminacy. I saw men dressed in pink as baby girls and many others dressed abstractly, but all were dressed to be exposed to maximum humiliation for the titillation of their dominant mistresses. We followed the flow to a large hall with raised central stage. There we were greeted by Anita, who was sat facing the guests with another woman next to her, middle aged and sexy, her plump thighs crossed. The woman smiled contentedly as she looked down at her naked male who knelt, leashed and hooded, between the two women. I could see he wore no cage, though he was butt plugged, as his semi-erect cock was very prominent; his pubic hair had been shaven off. He looked down at the floor and trembled as Anita and his mistress stroked his back and arse with their canes, as guests arrived, to ensure he remained the focus of all attention.
Anita was dressed in black leather; thigh length leather boots, leather slacks and tight black leather waistcoat; her breasts bulging over in a black satin blouse, the sleeves of which were puffed out at the upper arms and tied tight at the forearms, her hands were clad in tight black gloves. She had the look of an executioner, and this was not unintentional. She looked me in the eyes and smiled wickedly as she commented on my appearance.
“Well well well! Can this be the same person who begged for relief last night? You’ll witness true submission tonight!” She sneered as she looked down at the naked male; his cock flexed visibly at her words, it stiffened all the more as she leaned down and lifted his balls clear and then smiled up at me again.
“Take a good long look at these, and think of your own balls too. Call Cindy over, we’ll show him the two extremes, and how beautifully a male can progress.” Anita beckoned to a friend in the front row, again a mature woman of about 55 who came over accompanied by a very slender and attractive girl. The figure had soft hairless arms and legs, a sweet face with well-developed breasts; nipples pert and excited protruding through the fabric of her pink blouse. She was made to say hello, and curtsied effeminately, her voice soft and girly. She seemed extra excited to be confronted with a maid who was quite obviously a male in woman’s attire. Anita had her turn and lift her dress as she faced away. My cock pulsed at her shapely round bottom and soft white thighs. Anita smirked at my apparent approval.
“Now turn and show him your pussy Cindy.” Cindy giggled as she turned and then lifted her dress to reveal a tiny flaccid penis. The women all laughed as they witnessed my shock. Anita lifted the tiny penis with her cane; no scrotum was evident, this was no lady-boy, Cindy was all but a woman except for the one tiny detail. Anita withdrew the cane and looked down to the cowering male who was centre stage.
“Tonight someone else will begin their journey to womanhood. Men are so much better behaved the instant they have been neutered, and progress daily as hormone treatments are given. We always allow them to retain their cocks, so that they may enjoy the waning of their masculinity and be reminded that their purpose is to serve true women. Cindy here has learned to get enjoyment through servicing her mistress and is very popular at events such as this. She has learned to be obedient to all women, and has forgotten what it was like to be masculine.”
There was a hush when it was apparent that all guests had arrived. Suddenly there was a round of applause as a very elegant and shapely woman in a white latex nurse’s uniform, strutted smiling across from the back of the stage; she carried a tray on which were several hyperdermic syringes, scalpels and medical needles and thread. This was placed on a stand next to an array of padded benches. Wheeled mirrors were arranged so that proceedings could be seen by all from many angles. The naked wretch was led on all fours up a flight of steps to the stage and on to the benches; his cock and balls swinging as he progressed, accompanied by a slow hand clap from the crowd of watching eager women. Their pets arranged before them on their knees; I had a grandstand view, and Elaine sat behind me, holding my head to ensure I did not look away.
The whimpering male was asked by his smiling mistress if he knew why he was there and if he wanted to proceed. With a broken voice, he confirmed that he recognised he was a slave to his balls and wanted to give them up for his mistress, and for womanhood. This was greeted by cheers and a round of applause by the eager audience; some women comforted themselves with softly buzzing vibrators as they watched the spectacle unfold, others with previously treated pets like Cindy, enjoyed their pets services whilst they watched; the event having no impact on their slaves. Having agreed to continue, the male was laid out on a padded bench; his legs splayed up and apart in stirrups, his cock stiff and erect with excitement on having his wrists and ankles secured, then large belts were strapped round torso and thighs to prevent him bucking in ecstasy; there was no going back now. His mistress took her position behind the bench and smiled lovingly down at her pet as she grasped his erect cock. Anita now walked slowly up the steps to further cheers and applause from the watching women. She looked at the male without smiling.
“You have chosen to give up your manhood for your mistress and all women; you will be allowed the enjoyment of one final orgasm by the hand of your mistress, you will be injected so you feel no pain; the anaesthetic will be administered immediately and will take effect whilst you are being milked. When you have given up your cream for the final time, I shall have the pleasure of removing your balls.” A great cheer went up as Anita stood dominantly over the male and the smiling nurse gently lifted his ball-sack; his cock stiffened in his mistress’s grasp as the nurse lifted the first syringe for all to see, squirting a little of the contents in the air, mimicking the ejaculation which would shortly follow. She smiled all the more as she eased the needle into his sack, making him yelp, much to the delight of the audience. His mistress smiled and began to slowly stroke his eager erection; he now knew his balls were doomed and he was on his way to womanhood, he did not feel the second needle. As his mistress stroked longer and firmer, the nurse applied four more syringes; the women cheered and taunted as Anita lifted a vicious looking scalpel and showed it to him; this ensured he would come very shortly. He began to pant and moan with pleasure as Anita deftly made preliminary cuts to his numb sack, he tried to hold back but could not escape the smile of his dominant mistress, the elegant nurse, and the leather clad dominatrix who would have his balls. Anita laughed and gave the encouragement that was needed.
“Give me your cream now! I am going to have your balls this instant!” She showed him the scalpel once more and smiled wickedly as she squeezed and pulled his balls up. His mistress stroked his rigid cock relentlessly, squeezing his bell-end as she smiled. He erupted in wave after wave of pure ecstasy as he shot generous loops of hot cream in the air; the woman jeered and clapped as they waited for the crescendo, many moaning as slave and dildo did their jobs. Anita sneered down as she applied the scalpel swiftly and expertly on the male having shot his last. The women screamed and cheered as she lifted his severed balls and displayed the wicked trophy to the women.
The male whimpered a little as his mistress comforted him, whilst the nurse sutured his empty scrotum. His journey had begun and he would be as docile as a lamb for his mistress now. I was in shock as Elaine put her hand down to my panties; they were sodden with the pre-cum I had leaked.
“I think we may allow you to take this off tonight, we are going to have a little role-play with your balls.”…
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