I regained my consciousness as nimble fingers with spikey red nails tightened a leather collar about my neck, nearly choking me.  As I gasped, the buxom middle aged redhead who had drugged me laughed and sneered down at me as she jerked the leash attached to my new collar. The motion made me attempt to lift myself, only to realise that my hands were bound behind me.  Still dazed, I looked at the smiling shapely form before me, in disbelief; an obviously dominant woman in black corset, sheer black stockings covering ample thighs and slender calves which teetered on spikey black stilettos, how could this be the landlady whose room I rented?  Though the realisation of my predicament had not fully dawned, the scent of womanly arousal and the sight before me, made my cock rise to attention; made all too obvious as I was naked except for the collar.  Seeing this, my redheaded captor smiled victoriously as she pulled the leash taught and brought my nose up to the crotch of her black satin panties.

“You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I drugged you.  You are mine now, and I can’t wait to parade you before the girls; I’ve told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing.   You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight.”  My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now living a situation I had long fantasised over, had my cock pulsing and my arse tingling, the scent of the woman who obviously now owned me was enslavement in itself.  My mind drifted back to before I’d been drugged…

…I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour.  The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being drugged was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled.   Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left.  My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I sampled the different aromas left by her mature pussy and beautiful womanly arsehole, the blend of the two had me wanking there and then; I had an explosive orgasm as I thought of the red haired woman, and panted through the gusset of her panties as I unloaded my balls.  I thought of stealing the panties; such was the prize, but avoided the temptation.  The next time I saw her, she seemed to smile differently at me.  That was when she asked me if I’d like to join her for a coffee in the sitting room; that was the last clear memory I had till the leash was pulled tight…

My cock was dribbling as I continued to inhale her warm spicy pussy; she kept the leash tight as she stroked my hair, and rubbed her sex against me; god how I wanted to come.  Then the doorbell rang.

“Ah! The first of my friends has arrived. You do just as you are told and I may let you have relief later; you’ll be begging for it, trust me.”  She bent down and undid my wrists.

“You walk on all fours like a good boy!”  She then led me down the hall to the front door; I could see the figure of a large woman through the frosted glass.  My red-headed mistress smiled wickedly at me as she reached for the door handle.

“Oh, you are in for such a treat tonight.”

2

My cock was rigid as I viewed from all fours, the large and shapely bottom of my new mistress as she opened the door to the first of her guests.  She greeted a huge plump woman with long dark brown hair and full length black leather coat by giving her a peck on the cheek; both women had the look of exited schoolgirls as they turned to look down the leash at me, collared and waiting obediently.

The large woman assumed a more dignified air as she removed the coat, slowly and deliberately, so that I might view her thigh length boots, red satin panties and corset, and huge globular breasts; her 50 plus year old body resplendent, a superbly dominant woman.  She smiled wickedly at me as she toyed with the leash.

“Have you broken him yet Elaine?”  Not only did I now know my Mistress’s first name, I also had my predicament confirmed; my balls tingled as I awaited her response.

“Not yet; he may disappoint on that front, he gave up all his desires under the influence of the potion, and he is very, very, submissive.  He’ll be very easy to train and will do just as he is told; though we will all have fun showing him his place at the feet of all women.”  The two chuckled as my leash was tugged and I was made to turn and follow my new owner and the first of her guests back up the hallway.  My eyes were transfixed by the delicious movement of the red and black panty clad arses, as the two women walked me slowly and deliberately to my destiny.  Elaine seemed to feel my eyes on her delectably rounded and mature bottom; without turning she spoke with an air of contempt.

“Don’t you fret, you’ll soon be put to good use licking some panties clean; I shall let the ladies know how you are attracted to dirty underwear-some may cane you for your indiscretion!”  My cock pulsed at the thought of being punished before a group of women, having been humiliated in licking their soiled panties to earn a thrashing.  Pre-cum was now dribbling from my eager and yearning penis.  Elaine turned and smiled knowingly as I was walked past the room we had left when the doorbell had rang, my knees hurt on the unpadded mats which covered the polished floorboards of the hall, and I was glad when my two captors paused to open a door to a room I had not entered before.  I was led into a large lounge with softer carpeting, an array of large black leather seating, stools and various padded bench-like furniture; a large comfortable looking bed resided at one end.  Ominously, one end wall was adorned with various wicked looking implements, and an umbrella stand stood centrally; bristling with an assortment of rattan canes, crops and whips.  Both women helped themselves to the cane of their choice before sitting together on a vast leather sofa.  I was made to kneel in front of the women; both teased by displaying their crotches; the tight camel-toes protruding with their obvious arousal, both showing damp patches where their feminine juices had flowed in anticipation of the show to come.  The large woman lifted her feet to the sofa, her panties lower down, tight in the crack of her bottom; how I yearned to be allowed to sniff them, and use my tongue to service the arsehole concealed by the fabric.  She gave me a look of utter contempt as she stroked a slender finger down the groove of her pussy, making the fabric stick to her moistness.

“I can’t wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn’t come when one of us is caning him.  Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!”  As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.

“Would you Hortense? I hope they’ll all be here shortly.”  Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin.  She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.

“You get your nose in there and have a good sniff! I am going to have you lick my arsehole as soon as all the others are here!”  I did not hesitate and softly pressed my nose over the fabric which covered her anus I could only imagine at that point; I inhaled deeply and my poor cock stiffened to the point of bursting as Elaine laughed and I took in the tangy, honeyed scent of the glorious woman’s rectal aroma.  She moved away smartly, sensing I was about to lick the fabric; her first tease successful.  She strutted away to answer the door and I heard the voices of at least two other women in the hall.  Elaine tugged my leash and took the opportunity to talk to me in private before my ordeal started.

“I am so glad you came here. I know we are both going to have a heavenly time together, though you will also be treated to hell by some of the ladies; if you perform well I shall reward you, but be clear on one thing, your old life is over; I own you now.”  She smiled triumphantly as she could see I had no answer; defeat and resignation, along with an erotic pleasure, must have shown in my eyes.  I awaited my first view of the two arrivals.

3

Elaine stood dominantly by the sofa, with me naked, collared and leashed, already hopelessly enslaved and kneeling submissively before her, as the buxom Hortense strutted eagerly back into the room with the two new arrivals.  Again, both were middle-aged women, well endowed, shapely and obviously very assertive.  One had jet black hair and was dressed in a thin leather cat suit; she had brought her own whip, which she toyed with as she smiled at me. The other was blonde and very tall and buxom; the removal of her outer garment revealing a chiffon body stocking, a tight pair of black panties concealing her sex.  As I gaped at the two women Elaine struck my arse sharply with her cane for the first time.

“Kiss their feet immediately!”   I crawled over and kissed the shiny stilettos that both women wore; I was now willing to do anything or suffer any punishment, my cock pulsing rigidly as the air in the room was now full of the sweet scent of feminine arousal.

“Now you’ve introduced yourself to Margot and Stella, we have only to wait for Anita to arrive before your initiation can begin; I know she is going to invite us to one of her ceremonies tomorrow, your first outing as my slave will be a memorable one!”   The women giggled and sneered in unison at my mistress’s comment; I was still bewildered by my situation, but the array of women and their scent alone held me captive. I looked a t Elaine, so dominant, and wondered what my time alone with her later would bring.   I viewed the luscious rear of Hortense and yearned to be allowed to lick her arse, and Margot and Stella were equally as dominant and attractive in their stance.  My cock dribbled as the women strutted and chatted about me as though I were an item of livestock.  What would Anita be like, and what was the ceremony tomorrow?  I was soon to find out as the doorbell announced her arrival.  My arse tingled as was made to kiss the feet of Anita; she was the oldest of the women, at around 60, but was in superb shape, a shape made all too apparent as she removed the long coat she was wearing to reveal a sumptuous arse, hips and large, still very firm breasts, all clad in black satin with black stockings and stilettos.  She had red hair like my new mistress, with milky white skin and vivid green eyes; she oozed confidence and clicked her fingers, pointing down to her shoes as I was given my command by Elaine.  The women sneered with approval as I bent submissively and kissed her patent leather stilettos.  Anita beckoned for a cane which she teased my arse with when it was passed to her.

“Let me see your balls!” She barked, and I did not hesitate to pull them from between my kneeling legs. She tapped my erect penis with her cane as I displayed my balls for her, making the women laugh.

“I’d like to have those in my display cabinet; I shall be first in line when Elaine tires of you. I love adding to my collection!”  My arse tinged all the more as I listened to this formidable woman.  Elaine giggled and added her comment.

“Patience Anita! Really! We shall have our fun with him first; he’s yet to learn to be a slave to his own balls and will please us with his feeble masculine weaknesses for a while yet.  Besides, you’ll be having an addition tomorrow!”  The women all laughed as I cowered before the matriarch; my cock erect as never before at the thought of losing my balls to a woman.  Anita looked down at me in superior fashion.

“Have you his outfit ready for tomorrow?  I’m so looking forward to humiliating a fresh one!”  The women all looked at me with knowing smiles as Elaine opened a draw and took out a frilly French Maid’s outfit on a hanger which she hung on a picture rail for me to view.  The women clapped their approval, and as I stared at it with disbelief I heard the whoosh of a cane and felt its sharp sting as Hortense chose to chastise me.

“Say thank you mistress, and beg to wear the pretty dress tomorrow!”  The women roared with laughter as I carried out the command with a broken voice; the sting of the cane still throbbing.  I was truly learning humiliation.  Elaine smiled wickedly down at me as she returned to the drawer; I noticed at this point that the damp patch at the front of her panties was now very prominent.  She took a blonde wig and large stilettos from the draw, and two other objects.  After placing the wig on the hanger and the shoes beneath it, the women all smiled smugly at each other as Elaine made ready to display the two objects with a very victorious look on her face.  With deliberation she placed the two objects on a side table.  The first was what looked like a transparent penis in flaccid mode, with a tiny padlock.  I gulped visibly and much to the delight of the women as it dawned on me that this was a chastity device.  Elaine undid the little padlock with her delicate spikily nailed fingers, as the ladies enjoyed my apparent look of discomfort at the idea.

“You’ll be milked nicely this evening and tonight; you will beg me to fit this before midnight, so you enjoy tonight’s pleasure as you’ll not be allowed further relief until I am sure you have earned it.”  Anita teased my throbbing cock with her cane.

“If I had my way, there would be no use for that contraption!”  The women roared with laughter and my cock pulsed in anticipation of the relief I was to be allowed and the exquisite humiliation I was enduring.  Elaine then placed the second object on the table; the women giggled as I looked puzzled at the thing which resembled a tow-bar with a bent arm and looped ring at the other end.  Hortense strutted into my field of vision and the other women laughed heartily as she bent and pointed to the anus I so dearly wanted to lick.  She then looked at me and nodded with a smile as she saw I had now realised the object was a butt plug with cock ring. The scent of the women’s arousal was now intoxicating as they enjoyed their teasing of me.  Elaine looked triumphant as she confirmed with pleasure what I had now realised.

“This is your butt plug; you will wear it at all times unless told not to.  You will get great enjoyment from wearing it, as it will be a constant reminder that you are owned by a woman. When worn with your cage it will feel exquisite as the slightest movement will tease your prostate, making you attempt erection. You will experience constant denial and will be permanently reminded of your place below women. You will wear your two new friends from midnight.”  The woman applauded as the plug was placed on the table by the cage. This act seemed to be key as the women suddenly all looked very sternly at me. Elaine picked up a remote control and a huge screen on the wall flashed to life.

“Now let’s get the evening underway, punishment is due.” The women looked at the screen and I realised it was CCTV footage of the bathroom; I looked on in horror as I saw myself with Elaine’s panties; the women tutted with contempt as they watched me sniff and wank.  Each woman cut the air with the cane they each held, my cock pulsed and dribbled as I imagined the pain to come.

“What have you to say for yourself!” Screamed Elaine, as she wriggled free from the sodden panties she wore; her sex enlarged in triumphant arousal.

“Get over here now and show us all what an animal you are!” I crawled to her, encouraged by the first of many strokes of the cane, delivered by Anita…

4

I yelped like a whipped dog as the formidable Anita helped me toward towards the feet of my mistress by adding a few stripes to my backside.  Elaine smiled wickedly as she gracefully lifted her discarded panties with one of her sexy stilettos.  Although now in fear of a thrashing, my cock maintained its stand to attention; the scent of Elaine’s panties now lifted under my nose, making it pulse and throb, in dire need of relief.  The women laughed wickedly at my humiliation; they knew I was now to suffer my first disgrace before them.  All four gathered round me and gave me a healthy stroke with their canes as my mistress teetered with the moist and fragrant panties beneath my nose.  Margot of course, having preference for the whip; this soon made its signature known to me, stinging my back and belly as it wrapped itself around me, biting my flesh.  I now knew the women intended to break me, as had been inferred; I was ready to do anything they asked of me.  Elaine picked the panties from her foot and held them to my nose as I gasped and panted, recovering from the pain; the beautiful spicy scent going deep into my lungs and almost acting as an antidote to the pain. The others turned on a video camera on a tripod, and picked up cameras which clicked and flashed away as Elaine began to make her announcement heralding that my ordeal was now to begin in earnest.

“Take the panties now!”  I did so and my superbly dominant mistress stood back a step, crossed her arms and smiled wickedly down at me. Though in fear of what was to come, she was a truly magnificent sight and my fear was tempered by an erotic longing to suffer before her. The others laughed as Stella the blonde vixen strutted up to the table with a glass of water and a large blue diamond shaped tablet. Elaine sneered then continued.

“When I give the word, you will repeat what you did in the bathroom in full view of your betters, and then you shall be allowed a little drink and some medicine before you have your first caning!”  The women laughed contemptuously as I knelt there naked with my cock at 45 degrees, freshly soiled panties in hand.  Buxom Hortense strode forward with a large glass serving platter, which she placed just in front of me.  She then turned and wriggled out of her panties, giving me a full prolonged view of her delectably plump arse and sweet anus as her panties dropped.  She placed them on the platter and stood smiling as all the women laughed.

“You’ll sniff your mistress’s panties and then shoot all over mine.  I’m next after your first caning; you’ve kept me waiting long enough!  You’ll lick up your mess then I’ll have my arse licked; I’m so hot and sticky and it’s all YOUR fault!” The women applauded and Elaine sneered down at me wickedly as she tapped my cock smartly with a cane and gave her command.

“Begin! I want you to empty your balls for me; you shall have six strokes for each drop that misses the platter!”  Anita encouraged me with her cane as I took my cock in hand and began to strop; the sweetly scented gusset of my new owner’s panties giving off a heavenly spicy aroma as my cock went rock hard in my grip.  I thought of the caning as the cameras flashed and the women provoked me with taunts and teasing strokes with their canes.  I thought of what lay ahead with my mistress this evening, the humiliation of being caged, plugged and dressed as a woman.  My cock pulsed at my glorious and exquisite immediate humiliation as I wanked before the women, and the thought of licking Hortense’s sweet anus.  As I began to spasm the women teased mercilessly and I snorted and panted at the gusset in absolute ecstasy as I viewed the strutting dommes around me, I felt no shame at all as I spurted lop after loop of hot cum in their honour.  I wanted to be caned. The women clapped and jeered as I delivered my mess for them; I felt the sting of Margot’s whip as I came, which made me spurt even harder.  I was intoxicated by this erotic mixture of heaven and hell; I would gladly have let Anita have my balls at that point.

I fell forward on one hand; spent, as my cock dribbled the remnants of my cream upon the floor.  I felt a sharp stiletto in my back as Elaine looked under and counted the spots of my failure.  Hortense was happy as I had shot a healthy load across her panties; she would enjoy making me clean them before I performed the same on her anus.  Elaine creased my arse with her cane.

“Four huge spots on my nice clean floor! Lick them up NOW!”  The women laughed and clicked away as my mistress stood dominantly before me, ensuring I did a good job.  I duly went to the floor and tasted my own semen for the first time; I would relish that drink now, the taste was so salty. I completed the task, and the women seemed hurried in getting me to drink the water, I found the big blue tablet easy to swallow; the women goading me about keeping up my erection later.  I would need the Viagra, regardless of the eroticism of my ordeal; they intended to milk me dry.  I was tugged by the leash to a wicked looking padded bench and was made to lay across it with my arse in the air.  Elaine strutted before me, smiling contentedly as she flexed her cane.  My new mistress would deliver my first caning; my cock was beginning to stiffen again already…

5

The padded caning bench was all too comfortable, though there was no danger of me falling asleep on it. My arse clenched involuntarily as Elaine strutted behind me and cut the air menacingly with her wickedly flexible cane; this delighted the women no end, as they saw me flinch.  Hortense removed a cover from a standing object before me, and opened the object up to reveal full length mirrors which she arranged at various angles; I was to be allowed to witness my punishment and the enjoyment of my audience.  Elaine strode round to the front of me once more, parading her elegant and formidable figure; my cock was throbbing to a full erection again already, the smiling women who were smugly viewing my predicament made me yearn to be punished.  I was ready to know my place.  Elaine moved to within two inches of my nose, ensuring I not only had a good view of her delicious mound nestling between her corset and black stocking tops, but could have a good sniff too.  She then drew the cane between the protruding lips of her sex and had me lick the cane clean.

“Taste the essence of the woman and the cane that is now going to taste you.  You shall now learn who is truly in control; you have earned 24 strokes, prepare to cry like a baby as I administer your first caning of the night.”  The women grinned with eager anticipation as Elaine moved to my side and measured her distance, ensuring I could see her, myself and all our guests in the mirror.  She smiled more wickedly than ever as she raised the rattan and brought it home for the first time.  I cried out in pain as the vicious sting of the cane warped through my body; my arse felt like it was on fire.  Elaine showed no mercy whatsoever as she worked her elegant and dominant body in an athletic arc as the cane was brought whooshing down again and again; the crack it made as it left it red lines across my arse encouraging pleased smiles and taunts from the delighted women, as they helped themselves to many more pictures.  Elaine smiled even more contentedly as I began to weep like a child; such was the pain of my mistress’s deliveries.

After twelve strokes, I cried like a baby, after fifteen my arse seemed to go a little numb and I noted the wicked satisfaction on the faces of the smiling women, after eighteen the squirming induced by the cane had my cock fully erect beneath me as I watched my dominant mistress work her way to breaking me.  I could not quite believe it but the sense of eroticism mow outweighed the pain; I was now enjoying the torment, I wanted to be broken.  After 21 strokes I was close to coming on the bench and Elaine smiled knowingly at me; she would ensure the last three strokes were made to tell.  Though the last three strokes were delivered with aplomb by Elaine, I did not ejaculate and felt almost cheated.  The women applauded as I was left tearful and broken, the pulsing of my cock on the padded leather matched by that of my sore arse.  I was allowed just a few moments to recover before my leash was tugged and I was led to the bed by Elaine.  I was made to lay face down and the women sat around the edge of the bed, admiring Elaine’s handiwork; my arse glowing.  A tub of antiseptic cold cream was produced, and the women took turns in applying it to my battered backside.  Though it stung like hell at first, the action of the women’s hands smoothing it in had me squirming on the soft silk sheets, teasing my erection.  Hortense climbed to the top of the bed; her messed panties in hand, and sat in the pillows.

“Poor baby!  Now you’ve had cold cream at one end, you’ll have cold cream at the other!”  The women laughed as she showed me the panties.  These would still need cleaning; the evidence of my earlier disgrace still very prominent, though no longer warm.

“Don’t worry baby, you shall have a nice warm treat when you’ve cleaned them.”  My cock went rigid as she laid the panties before my face, and then pulled her legs back, and upward, showing me her huge arse and the beautifully puckered anus which she would have licked.  Anita lifted the panties to my lips and I licked my mess from them as hastily as I could; Hortense giggled as I ogled her heavenly bottom and she toyed with her sex with a slender finger. When Anita was happy I’d done my duty with the panties, she tugged my leash and I eagerly scrambled forward. Hortense barked at me assertively.

“Don’t you dare lick until I tell you! I want you to have a good sniff first.”  I writhed on the bed and was on the verge of begging her to allow me to lick; my nose virtually pressed to her sweet arsehole, the tangy aroma was driving me mad.  I was truly learning how I could be a slave to my own balls…

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...

7

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…

8

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.”…

My cock was that hard in its tight plastic cage it hurt, and I now got a perverse pleasure from the combination of this pain, and the fact that I had learned to massage my prostate by squeezing my plug with my rectal muscles.  Elaine sensed this and smiled knowingly at me, asked me to remove my stilettos and passed them to Hortense. She then began her enjoyment of  her dominance over me, as she paraded me on all fours in a walk up and down in front of the stage; her beautiful round arse tight in her pencil skirt, on full view to me as I followed behind on my leash.  God how I wanted to cum; I would willingly have allowed Anita to take my balls too, in exchange for being allowed to masturbate at the feet of my supreme mistress at that point. My cock pulsed, pained and dribbled all the more, as I realised I was now being led up the steps to where Anita sat; the poor castrated wretch having now been led away to start his new life of hormone treatment.

My beautiful mistress and the utterly dominant Anita smiled down at me contemptuously, and I felt that the entire audience was now focused on me, the wicked and dominant women there, hoping to see a special treat in the way of a repeat performance.  Anita stared directly into my eyes as she displayed the very scalpel that had swiftly removed the male’s manhood forever; I looked at the delectable leather clad bitch and yearned for her to take my balls. Anita read my mind and laughed wickedly as she saw me focus on the blade, almost longingly.

“Not today you worthless wretch, your mistress would not thank me; we both want some enjoyment from you whilst you are still a slave to your balls. When your mistress has tired of you, we’ll have you up here soon enough!  Has your mistress told you you’ll be staying here tonight, but she’ll be going home alone tomorrow?  You are to be my guest for a couple of days. You’ll be given some very special attention with your learning your place amongst women.  I am so looking forward to helping train you for Elaine.  I do hope she chooses to leave your cage key with me; there are so many denial techniques to try out, and equally as many exquisite punishments for males who disgrace themselves without permission.”  The two laughed as I was led away from the stage; I was in heaven as I watched my mistress strut before me, knowing I would be allowed to cum following the excitement she had got from watching the castration.

I was made to kneel by a doorway as Elaine stood with Anita whilst a plethora of dominant women filed past to another large room set out as a comfortable lounge and bar, giving their thanks for the evenings event as they went through.  Being on my knees in front of so many women was a thrill in itself; Elaine made it clear to me that I should respect each and every one, as any number of them may require my servitude for a weekend.  Indeed, many of them stopped to speak with Elaine as well as Anita, and eyed me with varying degrees of severity and admiration. At one point a huge black woman with positively Amazonian features stopped and whispered with Elaine; they shook hands and Elaine nodded some agreement. The woman took the trouble to display her huge and formidable arse right in front of my face, before turning and smiling directly at me with a knowing look.  I knew then that it would only be a short time before I would have the task of licking the hot and intimate areas of that smooth and beautifully chocolate brown bottom.

The guests now all relaxing in the lounge, the two women, now joined by the ample figure of Hortense, made it clear to me that they were very hot and sticky after the performance and would require intimate refreshment from me and they led me away up a grandiose flight of stairs.  We walked along a sumptuously furnished hallway on which hung many huge oil paintings depicting victorious women in various poses, and many others of males in slavery or servitude.  Eventually we came to large double doors through which we entered into a huge bedroom suite; around the walls ran a display shelf on which were an array of crystal jars, each of which contained just two elliptical objects.  Anita carefully took one down to show me, grinning with pleasure as she did so. Each of the scores of the receptacles contained preserved testes from vanquished males.  My cock lost a little of its enthusiasm at this sight, but soon regained its stature when the three women had me lay on the huge bed and Elaine showed me a tiny key...

10

The three women all teased my balls and put their sharp nails through the tiny slit in the end of my plastic cage, torturing the tip of my engorged bell-end exquisitely.  I was near frantic as I viewed the two ample bodied women in their pencil skirts and the formidable dominatrix in her tight leather.  At last, Elaine took the tiny key and undid the padlock, unclasping the cage in a moment to emphasise the ease of control she had over me.  My cock hurt like hell at first as the urgency of blood pumped my member to rigidity almost instantly.  The women clapped gleefully at the sight; Anita gave it a sharp slap with the flat leather end of a riding crop, and pointed sternly to the floor.

“It was hardly worth allowing you out! You’re no bigger with the cage off! Get down on the floor and help me remove my boots and leathers; you have some cleaning to do before you are allowed the privacy of discipline from your mistress tonight.  Besides, I want to give you the opportunity to learn my scent and taste before a little game you will play in my company tomorrow. If you let me down, you may return home minus your balls after all!”  The woman all laughed at my expense as I climbed down from the bed and cowered timidly before the magnificent woman.  My cock poking rudely out, lifting the frill of my maid’s outfit; my silken panties, wet with pre-cum, lay forlornly on the floor, mimicking my utter defeat at the hands of these superb females.  My balls tingled as the scent of Anita’s leather entered my nostrils and I expected to receive a thrashing at any time.  The women giggled as I jumped when Anita broke the silence.

“What are you waiting for! Unlace my boots; I can’t wait to get these leather leggings off, I am so hot and sticky, you are going to clean them thoroughly for me.”  I immediately did as I was ordered, my cock pulsing and bobbing as it jutted out; the smell of women and leather intensifying my yearning.   My mistress and Hortense strutted either side in their tight pencil skirts, canes at the ready in case I did not perform quickly enough.  I was mesmerised by the ample thighs of Anita as I unlaced her magnificent boots; I could make out her mound through the tight leather; she was obviously very aroused having castrated one male and now enjoying the humiliation of another.  My arousal was obvious as my stiff cock dribbled; I so wanted to help her off with those leggings and lick the crotch clean.  The women giggled wickedly as I was made to take each boot to the corner of the room in my teeth whilst on all fours, before I was allowed the honour of undoing the fastenings of the leggings, which concealed the plump and mature pussy I yearned to sniff.

My cock went harder than ever before as I peeled off the tight leather and the rich scent of that dominant woman’s most feminine and intimate parts invaded my nostrils.  I leaned forward slightly to sniff her heavenly aroma, only to receive a sharp and wicked stroke of the cane from my mistress.

“Patience! You’ll do just as you are told and no more or I’ll have that cage back on you! Kiss Anita’s feet and beg forgiveness!”  The women laughed wickedly as I did so; my emotions running wild at the sheer ecstasy of being completely and utterly dominated by them, I so wanted to cum. Anita slipped her graceful, mature and shapely legs from the leggings and pointed to the sticky sweaty crotch; the shape of her pussy still embossed in the luxuriant leather.

“Now you get your tongue down there and lick that gusset clean; I want you to pay special attention to where my arse has been; remember what I told you about the game you’ll entertain me with tomorrow.  When I’m satisfied you have done a thorough job, you shall be allowed to lick my arse and pussy clean too, and then you can do the same for Hortense before we leave you with your mistress for the night.”  I was in absolute heaven as I began the task; I lovingly sniffed and licked the sweet feminine essences from the leather and wondered about what the ‘game’ would entail tomorrow.  As I sniffed and licked my way to the rear of the gusset, I was close to ejaculating at the glorious honeyed scent of Anita’s anal residues; the women teasing me with their crops and canes as they witnessed the eagerness I displayed in my work. Not till I had licked the entire expanse of where her buttocks had been were the women satisfied I had completed the task. Anita looked knowingly at me as she took her time in settling softly on her bed, slowly lifting her legs as she smiled, displaying at last her hot and sticky anus.  I knelt there in agony for what seemed like an eternity with the women giggling at me as I awaited her command.

“Get over here now and lick my arse!  I shall give you a thorough thrashing if you don’t perform to standard!”  She knew damn well she would not be disappointed, my cock bobbed and dribbled as I shuffled toward her on my knees whilst given encouragement via the stinging canes of Elaine and Hortense; both now eager to have their tight pencil skirts removed and their arses serviced.  Anita looked at me with utter contempt from between her magnificent thighs; her ample bottom rippling erotically and invitingly as she fingered her moist pussy and awaited the pleasure of my tongue in her arsehole.  She pulled my head by the hair with her free hand and had me sniff her glorious scent as I knelt before that beautiful prize.  She flexed her anus tantalisingly as I gorged my lungs on her tangy feminine scent.

“Beg to lick my arse you cur!”  I had no hesitation whatsoever; she had me, I was hers and I revelled in the divinely erotic humiliation served upon me by this formidable and gorgeous woman.

“Please Mistress Anita; please let me lick your arse.”  The women all burst out laughing; Elaine having caught the whole thing on video; I would be taunted later. Anita barked again.

“Lick my arse now!” Elaine continued to film as I eagerly tasted Anita’s hot sticky anus; the delicate tang had my cock dribbling uncontrollably as I licked lovingly around the juicy perimeter of her anus, ensuring all the sweet puckers were cleaned and freshened.  The scent of Anita’s pussy was divine and increased as she slipped her fingers through the moist flaps, making her juices dribble down to my tongue; Anita sighed audibly as I then probed her sweet interior for the first time, the taste and texture was incredible as she flexed her anus, squeezing my tongue as if to emphasise it being captured and owned too.  I desperately wanted to cum.  After licking and probing for a good ten minutes Anita moaned in ecstasy and stiffened her glorious thighs as she brought herself to an inevitable climax.  I was then pushed away like an unwanted toy. The vicious noise of a cane cutting the air brought me to my senses as I lay on the floor; Hortense looked at me with wild wanton eyes.

“Get over here and help me out of this skirt!”  I was about to be treated to another fabulous and dominant scent; when would I be allowed to cum?..

11

Elaine strutted over and made sure I walked on all fours to service Hortense; she smiled with satisfaction as I did as I was told without question.  She stroked my arse viciously with her cane as I cowered before her formidable figure; my cock stiff with excitement.  It pulsed and dribbled as I studied the black stilettos and stocking clad legs in tight pencil skirt, standing so dominantly before me.

“What are you waiting for! Undo my skirt now. My arse is so sticky; I want it refreshed immediately!” I hurried leaned up from my kneeling position, put my arms about her waist and fumbled with the buttons of her skirt at her rear.  My head resting on her soft voluptuous belly, as I fumbled with the tight buttons. I heard the cane cut the air and felt the sharp agony as it bit into my arse.

“Get a move on! I haven’t all day!” Despite the sharp pain in my arse, my cock throbbed as I enjoyed being humiliated by this magnificent mature woman. The buttons came undone, her hips wriggled tantalisingly before my eyes as the tight skirt slipped down; my cock dribbled pre-cum as I sniffed the glorious scent of her panties which were wet with excitement.  She pulled my face into her crotch, allowing me to indulge in the hot taste and aroma of her womanhood.  Having given me a taste she immediately pulled me away.

“Get my panties off!” She barked as Anita and my mistress stood close to watch my humiliation, both sneering and giggling with enjoyment as I did exactly as I were told; they teased my aching cock with their canes as I peeled Hortense’s panties down her huge and magnificent thighs.  She had worn them over her garter belt, so I was still treated to the beautiful feminine vision of her milky skin, contrasting with black sheer stockings.  Her scent was heavenly and I yearned to lick her again.  She lifted on foot out of the panties, and then held them up with the other sexy stiletto.

“You lick the crotch of those; I want them clean! Pay special attention to the rear of the crotch where my arse has been; if you leave any brown marks I will cane you severely!”  She had no need to worry about my leaving any marks; I sniffed and licked lovingly at the panties so richly perfumed with her glorious womanly essences; my cock throbbing and pulsing as I tasted the sweet tangy juices to the rear of the crotch, my tongue rasping at the fabric to ensure I did not miss any sweet gift offered by this utterly dominant woman.  I was close to ejaculating as all three women laughed at my efforts and teased with their canes.

Hortense snatched the panties from me when she thought I had taken long enough; I would gladly have eaten them had she ordered me to do so. The three women inspected the crotch as I knelt submissively before them. Hortense smiled down at me wickedly.

“Now I’ll have my arse cleaned.” She turned smartly and bent over a chair; the action exposing and opening the huge and beautiful cheeks of her arse; my nose was instantly hit by the rich sweet honeyed scent of her hot sticky anus. The two other women held my head and I was made to sniff and take in her rich anal aroma before I would be allowed to lick; the women made thoroughly sure I knew my place and was owned by them completely.  They were in their element and were going to get maximum enjoyment from my complete and utter surrender to them.  My cock was bobbing and dribbling, aching like hell in need of relief as I too thoroughly enjoyed my submission; I was ready to die for the women at that point.  The order was given to commence cleaning and the women cooed with pleasure at my eagerness to service Hortense’s delectable anus; each tart tang of her sweaty rectum savoured by me as I quivered with delight at the excellent taste of her dominance.  Hortense applied a buzzing dildo to her clitoris and was soon moaning in ecstasy; her pleasure owing as much to her haughty dominance over me and the actions of my tongue, as to her dildo.  My disappointment must have shown as she drew her sweet arsehole away from my loving tongue, as I felt the cane from my mistress and Anita, and was told to behave.  I cowered before the women as Anita and Hortense made ready to leave.  I was made to kiss their feet; my cock ready to explode, as they bid my mistress goodnight and walked past me as though I were not there.

I was now faced by my glorious redheaded, mature and thoroughly dominant mistress alone.  She smiled down at me as she strutted in her pencil skirt, placing her glorious arse on an open chair, crossing her legs assertively.

“Well? What have you to say for yourself, pleasing other woman in front of me like that!  Get over here now; I am going to give you a good spanking!

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The pencil skirt was removed to reveal her glorious full thighs and I lay over her knees.  My formidable red headed mistress made sure her legs were kept apart, so that my aching cock would not spurt between them as she delivered her spanking.  I felt her muscles tense as she brought her hand smartly down on my bare cheeks; the stinging pain of her wicked hand making my arse glow and sting.  After about 25 slaps I was made to beg her forgiveness, was then allowed down and made to lie on my back on the bed.  I watched as mistress peeled off her panties and climbed on to the soft bed.   I looked up in wonderment as she straddled my face; I had no need to sniff vigorously, the scent of her hot pussy and arsehole already sweetened the air.

“Now we shall have some fun, I’m going to see how long I can stop you from coming; you shall now enjoy the most exquisite of tortures!”  Elaine slowly descended on my face, making sure I was treated first to her hot spicy anus; the smell was incredible making my cock bone hard and aching more than ever.  As I licked the tangy reward and probed lovingly, I felt my mistress’s sharp nails run up the seam of my cock and brutally tease my bell-end; my stiff cock strained and dribbled as the wickedly giggling domme enjoyed watching me twitch in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as she inflicted pain wither razor sharp nails.  She pressed her bottom down in pleasure and I felt her hot moist pussy slipping on my chin as my tongue willingly serviced her hot and aromatic anus.

After about five minutes of scraping and flicking my poor cock, Elaine lifted slightly then slid back; ready for my tongue to service her moist and deeply aroused flower; the scent and taste were now absolutely heavenly, my aching needy cock accentuating every erotic taste and texture. I was ready to beg to be allowed relief, but knew if I did so she would torment me all the more.  Elaine grabbed and squeezed my balls with one hand and slapped and pinched my helpless member with the other, as she rocked back and forth on my face, her juices now flowing freely; I was now also struggling to breathe as her beautifully round and soft crotch and buttocks smothered me, her juices creating a wicked vacuum.  I was forced to snort through my nose as she slipped on her forward stroke; my lungs inhaling heavily the sweet aroma of her excited and now sweaty anus.  I felt her grip my rod viciously as she moaned in ecstasy and ground her pussy into my face as hard as she could. I thought I would die as I could no longer catch my breath; Elaine knew exactly what she was doing.  She sighed and moaned and leaned forward as her body writhed in a beautiful orgasm; my nose sniffed gratefully at the cavity of her luscious arsehole, the mixture of air and beautiful womanly scent was exquisite, I felt truly owned.

Elaine recovered and sighed with sweet satisfaction; she adjusted herself so that my nose was pressed lightly against her sweet anus.

“Now you shall come for your mistress.  I want you to thoroughly enjoy the scent of my arsehole as you come.  You will learn to associate that scent with your orgasms which will be few and far between; the scent will reinforce my dominance over you, you will beg to be allowed to lick my arse in the vain hope that you’ll be allowed to come each time.”  I sniffed lovingly as Elaine now stroked my eager cock; her scent was now divine and I now tried to hold back, wanting to sniff my mistress and enjoy my submission to the full; Elaine seemed to sense this and cupped my balls with her free hand.

“I shall have your cream now; you shall not smell my scent for the next few days but you will sample many sweet bottoms and will be punished by their owners. I shall punish you when you are returned to me; you will know discipline, and Anita will help break you.”  Elaine stroked long and smoothly; I was hers and she knew it, there was no holding back.  In a multitude of thrusts and spasms, my balls pumped hot lengthy squirts of jizz as I was enveloped in a fit of pure ecstasy; Elaine owned me and laughed at her prize; I came again and again and again as she pressed her bottom down and I sniffed deliriously at the rich anal aroma of the woman whose slave I had become.  I felt the hot spunk land on my thighs as I moaned in pleasure.

“Good boy, good boy.” Elaine mocked as I spent and snorted at her arsehole.  Sated, Elaine had me lick the dribbling come which had also shot all over her.  I was allowed to clean up and my cage was refitted by my smiling mistress.  The key was placed on a cabinet to await use by Anita and the new women she would have enjoy me. I slept soundly, leashed, plugged, caged and with the scent of my mistress embedded in my nostrils.

13

When I awoke my mistress Elaine was gone; I daren’t move from the bed, I feigned being asleep when I heard voices outside, my cock strained to erect in the cage, such was my excitement despite the rigours of the night before.  The sweet aroma of my mistress’s anus remained embedded in my sense of smell; her words about Anita had my anus tingling and clenching on my butt plug, I WANTED to be broken by her; I had lost all self-respect and dignity and wanted to be owned and broken completely.  The two beauties that entered the room did nothing to dispel my ardour; both barely 18 and dressed in latex cat-suits, they pulled the sheet from over me and thrashed me with short leather whips.

“Get off that bed and down on your knees this instant!” The black haired vixen laughed wickedly as she fixed a collar and leash; I was not to be allowed to dress, wash, or eat. I was to be punished.  As I knelt, clear sticky pre-cum dribbled down to the floor from my cage; the other girl, blonde haired, whipped me three times savagely.

“Lick that up now!”  The two laughed as I bent and licked the floor before two girls who were less than half my age; their dominance over me had my cock yearning for relief already and I had only been awake about twenty minutes.  One picked up my key and I was commanded to follow with a tug on the leash on all fours.  I was led into a plush room which was predominantly white, a huge bed sat in the middle covered in white silks and satins. The two vixens made me go face down with my arse in the air, and then thrashed me again; six or seven strokes each, before making me assume a ‘begging’ position; they laughed at my submissiveness before putting the key in my mouth.  The black haired one smiled at me wickedly.

“I do hope you enjoy the show, and I hope you still have balls for us to squeeze when Mistress Anita allows you to service us when she’s finished with you later.”  My cock pulsed and dribbled as I watched the two slender latex clad arses stroll arrogantly from the room; I wondered how they would taste and relished the idea of being thrashed by one whilst I licked the other.  I waited timidly and shivered a little as I heard the ominous click-clack of stilettos approaching the door.  Anita smiled with contempt as she saw me; my cock pulsed and strained, aching for release from the cage as I viewed the gloriously dominant mature redhead.  This woman could have me any way she wanted and she knew it. Her legs were visible to the crotch in a short tutu type skirt, and were perfectly formed, at nearly 60 she was truly a goddess.  She carried a wicked looking cane and wore a black chiffon top; her magnificent breasts sagging only slightly.  She walked over to me, told me to bend over, and gave me three smart strokes with the cane, then as I was allowed to kneel up again, she took the key from my mouth, stooped, allowing me to take in her feminine scent and unlocked my cage.  She tapped my bell-end wickedly with the cane as it sprang forth on release. She moved forward and put her crotch to my face.

“Remove my panties immediately!”  I did so, gulping as I felt the warmth of her delicious body as I unfurled them down her legs; the beautiful scent of her arousal had my cock bobbing impatiently; Anita creased my cock with the cane once more as she saw it.

“I will so enjoy having you on that stage and taking your balls; it will happen, and you will thank me for it. But for now, I want you to sniff those panties and lick that gusset clean while we await our first guest.”  I did not need any further prompting and inhaled long and hard on the spicy gusset of those silken panties.  Anita chuckled with contempt as she directed me to lick at the soft brown mark she had purposely made in the rear of the gusset by poking her finger deep into her anus.  I licked lovingly at the tangy mark; oh how I wanted to give my balls to this magnificent woman there and then.  The sight of my enthusiasm must have prompted her into allowing me a special treat; she snatched the panties abruptly from me, much to my disappointment, then smiled wickedly and turned, bending and holding her cheeks apart.

“Lick my arse!” I very nearly came as I sniffed at the heavenly scent and licked and lapped at her spicy, honeyed anus. Anita sighed and laughed, making her anus clench sweetly at my tongue.

“You have a great deal more licking to do today, and you’ll know the cane by the end of the day; I intend to see you completely broken before sundown.”  I quivered at her words and tingled all over, my cock dribbling all the time, I wanted more than ever to be broken by this woman now.  Anita pulled gently away as the sound of more stilettos sounded in the hall.

“Now you’ll witness something special, and be put to good use.”  I gasped as the Amazonian black woman who I’d been promised to by Elaine at the castration party entered the room.  She merely nodded and smiled at Anita who did the same.  She stood next to me and pulled my leash tight to remind me of my position.  The black woman laughed at my little cock as she lay back naked on the bed; her beautiful shapely chocolate brown limbs and breasts shimmering under the bright light, the contrast of her ebony flesh against the white silk adding to the eroticism.  Suddenly she clapped her hands and a huge black male strode in; his cock was huge, he didn’t even give me a glance as he acknowledged Anita who smiled warmly at him like a coy schoolgirl.  She pulled the leash tight.

“Now you’ll see how a real man performs; he’ll please her in a way you could never hope to, you are inadequate and useless.”  My cock stiffened as the black man’s huge member did the same; the Amazon beauty used both hand as she guided his huge pole toward her beautiful glistening labia.  She looked at me, not him as he assumed his position and she raised her deliciously supple thighs and legs high, allowing me a grandstand view.  The buck grunted as he eased his massive shiny bell-end into the amazon, she moaned sweetly as he slid his thick black tool deep into her; it looked as though he might split her, it seemed so tight.  Anita teased my cock with the cane; she was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.  The big male stroked back and forth, his pole probing as his sack swung, huge balls ready to unload into the Amazon, she kept staring at me and whimpered as she neared her goal; this fired up the male’s passion and he grunted and moaned as he slapped his balls against her ebony cheeks.  She cried out a little and pointed her toes skyward as if to command the male into making his delivery; he roared in triumph and pumped furiously as he duly presented his ample seed to the goddess.  They both sighed in unison as he slowly withdrew his great length; hot white jizz dribbled from his cock and out from her satisfied pussy.  She pulled her legs back and allowed it to dribble into the small pit of her beautiful black anus where it mingle with the sweat she’d built up.  She looked at the black man.

“Thank you carl; your money’s on the table in the hall as usual.”  He smiled at her and Anita, not giving me a glance, and strode off, his huge spent member flapping like a limp baby’s arm.  Anita struck me with the cane for sheer pleasure.  The Amazon looked me in the eye.

“Get over here white boy and clean me up; Carl didn’t quite satisfy me, so you’ll finish me off with your tongue too.”  Anita tugged on the leash; not that I needed encouragement.  The Amazon laughed as I knelt between her huge thighs and smelt her gorgeous pungent scent for the first time, mingled with the distinctive whiff of fresh jizz.

“You lick my arse clean first white boy; you do a good job and I might let you masturbate for me.”  I was in heaven as Anita whipped my arse again as I put my tongue down to the Amazon’s beautiful sticky anus for the first time; she laughed and sighed a little as I tasted her deliciously pungent arsehole, nicely salted by the sticky jizz.  My cock was as rigid as a bone as I sampled the not unpleasant salty mess and licked and probed lovingly in that arsehole.  When she was satisfied she pulled me up to her hot sweaty pussy which smelt divine; I lapped at the spunk which dribbled out as I Iicked her sweet black folds clean; she then grabbed my hair and pulled me to her clitoris and had me lick long and hard; she moaned sweetly and wrapped her thighs about my head as she came with great satisfaction; Anita whipping me with the cane like a jockey to ensure I completed my duty.

The two women laughed at me when the Amazon recovered; Carl’s jizz was dripping from my chin. She pointed to my cock and crossed her legs.  Anita stroked me with the cane teasingly as I stroked my cock gratefully; the two laughed wickedly as I groaned in utter ecstasy as I shot my meagre offering over those glorious black legs.  Anita continued to cane me as I licked my mess from those legs; my humiliation was just beginning...

14

The amazon had me lay on the bed and Anita stood back smiling, as the magnificent African gave me a sound thrashing with the cane.  She then presented her sticky are to me once more, having built up a sweat; I was to worship her anus with my tongue once more to show my gratitude for the thrashing. I duly and willingly sampled the acrid and savoury delights of the superior woman’s hot rectum as she nursed her clitoris to yet another orgasm.

With my arse still glowing and stinging, and my face stained with tears where I had cried like a baby under the cane, I was led on all fours, leashed, by the two women to whatever fate awaited me next.  Though I had spent several times already, my cock soon became rigid again as I watched the rears of the two gloriously dominant women striding before me, taking me on to my next punishment.  After we had walked the length of a plush corridor, the two smiled at each-other and I was brought to face a door.  I could hear women baying, laughing and jeering.  Anita stroked me wickedly with the cane making me wince before opening the door wide; we did not enter, but what I saw took my breath away and had my cock rigid as though it had been a week since relieved. The two women smiled and nodded with sweet satisfaction as they relished my reaction to the sight.

The women in the room were taunting a male who hung by the neck from a short scaffold; his feet dancing in exquisite pain and ecstasy just inches from the safety of a floor he could never reach, his ankles bound tightly, his wrists tied painfully tight behind him, belts around his knees, thighs and one around his upper body, severely tight so that this reinforced that he knew there was to be no escape.  His cock rigid at 45 degrees, he danced for the women as his face turned blue; all the women laughing and jeering, many openly masturbating.  A huge roar went up as his cock pulsed and he shot loop after loop of hot white spunk in the ecstasy of dying for the women.  I was transfixed and almost jealous of the man; I could never begin to know what the pure ecstasy of that orgasm felt like as his life ebbed away in a glorious sacrifice to womanhood. Anita laughed and slammed the door shut, tugged on the lead and the two women led me further on, as though I had witnessed nothing; the two totally nonchalant in manner.  What the cruel women had not let me see was the full spectacle of what had happened.  I was to believe he had given his life, in order that they would get their full enjoyment from my hanging; I would serve my turn at the rope in due course. The reality was this:

The male had been fully processed by the women; thrashed humiliated, denied, sissified and utterly broken.  He is taken from his mistress’s bedroom to a corridor where a host of grinning dominant women show him a trolley which has a sheet over it; this is wickedly whipped away to reveal a coffin.  The domes delight in his facial expression as he views this. He then follows, leashed, the wicked females who wheel the coffin into a large room which is full of applauding jeering women, the scent  of their arousal fills the room. He is turned to face a platform which is screened; the screens are pulled away to reveal a scaffold and silky white noose.  The females revel at the male’s reaction; he has seen the coffin, he is to die for them; his cock is erect and the women taunt him wickedly.  He is made to stand on a small stool and the noose is wrapped sweetly around his neck; his mistress pulls the noose tight about his neck, smiling wickedly, he is not to be hooded, the women want to witness his complete misery as he is strangled by the rope, he will not be allowed the luxury of a broken neck, he is to suffer a slow agonising death which the women will enjoy.

Already, women are masturbating furiously; some will come four or five times during the wicked spectacle.  Their sweet scent and the resignation of complete hopelessness, plus the submissive pleasure of being put to death by women, before a crowd of sexy dominant woman, has his cock rigid and dripping.  This erotic feeling is magnified as his ankles and wrists are bound tightly, leather belts are tightly wrapped round his knees and thighs, another around his upper arms and chest; he is to die; the rope is about his neck he is utterly helpless and at the mercy of the women, who he knows will show him none.  Women moan in ecstasy as they come at the sight of the man about to die for them. Others begin a slow handclap as they prepare to watch his humiliating dance of death.  His mistress approaches, points to the coffin and smiles as she strokes his erect cock.  Is he to be allowed one final orgasm? No.  The stool is kicked smartly from under him by his wicked mistress.

The women cheer deliriously and buzz at their gaping pussies with vibrators as the man jerks and dances, bound helplessly as the rope bites tighter and tighter about his neck; he snorts furiously as his windpipe is restricted, taking in the heady scent of female arousal, making his cock bolt upright.  The fear makes him first piss himself, much to the delight of the women, hot urine spurts and runs back down his erect cock, down his legs and to the floor he cannot reach.  He squirms at the end of the silky rope, bound and trussed, as he views the smiling taunting women and the coffin his wretched body will be placed in. The rope tightens all the more and he gasps for life as the sound of women jeering and moaning in orgasm greets his ears. As he starts to go blue, he suddenly feels a wonderful tingling in his loins; he now realises the full submissive ecstasy of death before the women; the pain is eclipsed by pleasure as his cock pulses and the rope ever tightens. His balls tingle sweetly; he will come one last time. He now relishes death but must hold one just a few moments; the women bay at the realisation that he will come for them at the end of the rope, the end of his life.  He gurgles and writhes in absolute ecstasy as his body, bound and helpless, is bathed in sweet pleasure, he shoots loop after loop of hot jizz in honour of the women. They cheer and clap as he passes out; spent an d doomed.

What is not known to him and was not known to me is that the women then cut him down; he is revived, but still placed in the coffin.  The coffin is wheeled away to his mistress’s room. He will spend the night in it, so as to truly let him feel he may as well be dead.  The women stay in the room, watching video replays of his hanging- the scenes of masturbation continue for many.