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At Her Disposal Ch. 03

At last they reached a residential square, lined with neat Georgian terraces. Its centre was a small park, into which she led him, seating herself on one of the unoccupied benches. Others placed there occupied by staid looking females, residents of the square, chatting while their menfolk were away at their professions. She smiled at them as they gave curious glances in the direction of her pet, to whom she now turned.

'My boots are a little loose after our walk; you'll kneel and untie them, then tie them again. I want these women to see how useful you are to me.' As he dropped to his knees without hesitation, she smiled with satisfaction as the pompous society ladies looked on, trying to show a sense of outrage as a male subserviently tended his Mistress's boots, the situation allowing him to view her ankles; their true thoughts embracing a jealously erotic wonder, as the male was put to what was considered a humbling task, on his knees to a woman, and with an obedience which was so apparent.

The thoughts were magnified by those of them who were at least vaguely aware of the woman of the square who was Mistress of her household, no Master in residence. They heard many scandalous rumours of her position, and whilst they showed open disgust in public, some masturbated contentedly in private as they imagined her life of feminine superiority, and indulged themselves as they yearned to live as per her reputed lifestyle.

Three ladies seated at two of the benches facing the couple strutted off, swirling their bustles and using their parasols to feign hiding their eyes from the spectacle, at least one to rub her clitoris to a delicious climax in the comfort of her home while the memory was fresh. One of the women remained, her general appearance outwardly suggesting that perhaps she was the most staid and pompous of the group, yet somehow seemingly keen to observe.

The spirit in her rose as she found herself strangely stimulated by the command held by the woman over the male, her cunt tingling with a pleasure she had not felt since the desires of her youth, long ground from her by a mundane marriage of many years. No stranger to the rumours which abounded within the square, her nipples poked luxuriously with excitement as she found the courage to confront the woman whose reputation epitomised the free feminine spirit.

His Mistress smirked as she saw the determined approach of the buxom middle-aged brunette, fully expecting her to launch into a tirade on respectability. The male's cock pulsed as he felt the presence of another female, his dwindling ego reduced further as she stood in close proximity and towered over him, taking in his kneeling subservience. She sighed earnestly as she spoke, relieving his Mistress of her preconception, and stirring mischief within her.

'If only I had a male to tend me with such willing devotion. Please let me know how you began; I would love to be as free as you obviously are.' The male felt her desire as strongly as though she had simply stated that she wished to dominate, and tried to remain oblivious as his anus tingled while he fastened his Mistress's boots. His owner smiled softly and addressed her with studied nonchalance.

'Please sit with me, and I will show you how things should be... as you may wish them to be.' She sat her imposing matriarchal figure figure next to his Mistress, and the male's eyes flicked cautiously up, noticing the swell of her nipples and contemptuous half smile which betrayed her excitement at his servile position. His Mistress excited her further by imposing her dominance.

'Remain on your knees. You'll show this lady the respect you have for her.' He felt that the eyes of every resident of the overlooking houses were on him as he knelt before two formidable females, and the fear coupled with the strange delight of his exposure was not unfounded; several women and maids looked out through the upper windows of the residences which had a view of him through the trees, some eagerly nursing their cunts from their covert viewpoints, jealously witnessing the male being shown his correct station in life. The pompous matriarch's satisfaction increased as did the wetness of her cunt as she imbibed the obedience of the male in his humiliation. Mistress grinned knowingly.

'Would you have males know your natural authority? As you can see, some are more than obliging; I believe that they all have it within them, it'sm just a case of having them realise their true position... and reminding them of it with cane or whip on occasion.' The matriarch gasped audibly as his Mistress's words sent a twang of spiteful pleasure through her eagerly swelling cunt, the liberty of her dominant side increasing, enhancing her staunchly pompous femininity.

'Ohhhh! I would love to have all males behave as per yours; silent until asked to speak, in complete recognition of their inferiority... and the thought of caning one... having them reduced to the status of a schoolboy.' Mistress grinned wickedly.

'As we are neighbours, I would be delighted to lend you the services of my male on occasion, if you'd like that; he will be totally obliging and will bring your appetite for male correction to the fore, if it be your pleasure.' She sighed with pleasure at the offer, her large breasts heaving as she casually glanced about her to ensure no-one was within earshot, then fixed her eyes upon the kneeling male.

'Oh! I would be more than grateful, my husband is frequently away and is anonymous when home; there are many errr... tasks, which he'll be put to.' Mistress smirked.

'Thank you for your earnest response, though discretely veiled; he will be most willing in the application of those tasks.' His eyes drifted to the large hips and breasts of yet another woman whose taste and scent he would know, his cock dribbling as he thought on how naturally she would wield a cane. Mistress now involved him further in the matriarch's excitement.

'Pray tell me your first name.' She pursed her lips as the rapidity of her breath increased.

'Charlotte.' Mistress sneered and lifted a boot, pressing the heel into the male's thigh.

'Beg to know the pleasure of Mistress Charlotte's dominance.' He was close to spending in his cage as the lush humiliation enveloped him; belittled before a woman he had just met, he would now be reduced thoroughly and most exquisitely by his own words. He felt faint with the combination of exposure and pleasure as he gathered his words while witnessing the keenly expectant eyes and nipples jutting hard through the matriarch's silky dress as he was justly humiliated.

'I beg to know the pleasure of your authority... Mistress Charlotte, I beg you to dominate me.' His Mistress laughed with cruel satisfaction as he reddened before the pompous woman who would now readily indulge his submission, she would be his Mistress on occasion, and the freshness and vigour of her unleashed dominance would pander to the whims of her pomposity when he was under her strict authority. She was close to orgasm as she pondered the courage of her actions, and its just reward. She looked at Mistress.

'When?... Please forgive my impatience, what has happened today is food enough for a lifetime.' Mistress smiled as she stood, and towered over the defeated male.

'I am at number 12; and you?' Charlotte replied with open enthusiasm as her eyes fixed on the male who would know her pleasure.

'Number 18... my husband is away these two weeks... my maids are quite intimate with me; I shall prepare them for the event of a visitor, whenever that may be.' She stood too, showing the male her ample curves which would know his adoration, Mistress taking her hand.

'He has to be introduced to my household today, and we have an appointment tomorrow; you shall have him for no less than four hours on the day after. Please do visit my house whenever the whim takes you, he will not disappoint, but I would relish a report on his conduct; any disappointment or the merest show of disobedience will result in him being caned before the two of us by each member of my female staff.' He was summoned from his knees, and Charlotte watched eagerly as he was led through the park and up to number 12, before strutting home in studied feminine pomposity to nurse her cunt to a wholesome orgasm.

A maid's gleeful and openly contemptuous eyes greeted the male and her Mistress as they entered the grandiose and expensively furnished house.

'Have the staff gather in the drawing room Agatha, and we'll have my new pet shown his place below you all.' The maid grinned and did a half hearted curtsey before strutting off below the oak panelled stairs to fetch her colleagues. Mistress smiled as she removed her veiled hat and addressed the male with a curt tone, eager to have him introduced to her household staff who were entirely female.

'Strip off! They'll see you for what you are; my pet and a cur to be put to good use by them.' His heart raced as he gladly discarded his clothes in what already seemed like a sanctuary from the outside world, his anus tingling as he heard the footsteps and titters of anticipation from the females ascending from their basement lair.

Mistress stood before him with a proud smile as he glimpsed from behind her skirts the entourage of pleased looking females of varying ages and shapes file past into the corniced corridor, and on into what he now knew as the drawing room. His heart jumped as the last female emerged, pausing and approaching his Mistress, rather than following the others, giving a satisfied sneer as she allowed him to recognise her.

It was the red headed and outwardly severe cook who had once been under his employ in his former life as an arrogant and pompous Master, the woman who had unmasked his covert desire and been instrumental in sealing his fateful liaison. The woman he had masturbated over in secret, now looked down on him as Mistress; her reward would be to dominate him at her leisure.

Her eyes illuminated and her cunt tingled with triumph as she took satisfaction in viewing the once arrogant gentleman, now leashed and naked, caged and plugged, his flesh advertising the marks of his submission to a superior entity.

'So good to see you where you belong; you'll know the pleasure you desired of me when Mistress is away. I intend to have you pay dearly for your former indiscretions, I've so been looking forward to disciplining you.' His Mistress pulled hard on his leash.

'He has shown much promise with his obedience at the Palace, though I am sure you will find much room for improvement Hilda. Here, I think it fitting that you lead him in triumph to face the ladies he will serve here.' She handed her the leash, which she accepted with haughty satisfaction, and led the new pet to pay homage to those who would assist in ruling his new life with feminine aplomb.

His cock boned in the confines of the cage as he studied the broad globular arse of the woman whom he had masturbated over, a woman he had treated as no more than a servant, a woman who would now dominate him with pleasure. His anus tingled as he was led naked into the room to be scrutinised by six other females, who applauded their Mistress on her latest selection of a male they would eagerly share and impose the whims of their strict authority upon.

The intensity of his submission was magnified by Hilda's presence, his mind teased exquisitely by the transfer of their positions; he had guessed at her dominance through the subtleties of her severe persona, and had yearned to know her authority as he stropped his cock and fantasised about her in private, but had retreated and reverted to his position as Master of the house when faced with the opportunity to engage her thoughts. That is, until that life changing day when she had steered him into the clutches of his Mistress, he thinking that she thought of it as her opportunity to be rid of him; he now knew that it was her intention all the time to have just the opposite, leaving her position at his house and offering her services to his Mistress, knowing this day would come, and she could wreak divine retribution upon him. She was now in that position, and his balls tingled as she led him in shame on a leash, she now Mistress and he her slave.

Hilda basked in the triumph of her conquest as the male who was once her Master was shown to the delighted females and their Mistress, all aware of her former role as a mere servant in the household of this very gentleman. The pleasure of seeing him humiliated and brought down by her, radiated from them. Mistress would allow Hilda to thoroughly enjoy her day, grateful at her role in guiding him to her.

'Have him kiss their feet; he'll know his position below every woman here from the onset, then we'll allow him to indulge the honesty of his thoughts with a little relief.' Hilda revelled in the act of leading him to each maid and having him kiss their feet, her cunt tingling as she watched his lips worship the boots of each excited woman as they looked down on him with utter contempt. His Mistress was now ready to see him surrender his balls in humiliation.

'Kneel!' As he did so, his Mistress took the key from his cage and passed it to Hilda.

'Let's see how he too, welcomes and recognises his true station in life; I know you have waited patiently for his homecoming Hilda, have him know the feel of your flesh and your superiority.' The stern redhead bent to undo the cage and the male's eyes surveyed the formidable display of large breasts in her white silk blouse and the spiteful eyes of the other girls he would know as she released his manhood. She and those women sneered and laughed as his cock erected immediately, boning hard in a salute to their dominance, confirming the acute pleasure of his submission to femininity as he was humiliated. His cock pulsed harder, his bell-end shiny and wet with the evidence of his previous and continuing ordeals at the hands of the superior sex, as his Mistress took a long rattan cane from a basket in the corner and flexed it with a pleased smile. She passed it to one of the maids, who accepted it eagerly.

'You shall all introduce yourselves to our new pet by imposing your superiority over him. Hilda, have him know your absolute authority, for you shall own him when I am away.' The redhead gave a cruel sneer and untied her long skirt, letting it drop to the floor and revealing she was naked underneath, save for tall black ankle boots which contrasted delightfully with her milky white flesh. His cock pulsed a dribble of pre-cum, bringing derisory laughter from the eager maids as his eyes fixed on the neatly trimmed ginger cunt which bulged in the ecstasy of the dominant cook's triumph, from between magnificently broad womanly thighs. She slapped his face hard, three times, the pleasure in her bright green eyes total and unmistakable as each stinging application was awarded from her delicately manicured hands. He gasped as the hands left their red imprints on his cheeks, as much in response to the pleasure of being dominated by a woman he desired, as to the physical pain.

'Sniff my cunt! You'll not be allowed to honour it with your full worship today, but I'll have you know its scent, the scent of the woman who has led you here, led you to a life of complete obedience to all women.' The maids rubbed their cunts through the fabric of their dresses as they watched the kneeling male dominated to satisfaction by his former servant; his mind enveloped and sweetly crushed by that same delicious thought as he sniffed hard at the superb spice of her cunt, taking in at last, the scent of a superior woman he had masturbated over. Hilda stood bolt upright, dominant and imposing, as she savoured her defeat of a male who had more than earned the spite of her dominance, and was now hers to punish and humiliate. She pulled his head from her sex and awarded him three more vicious slaps, her cunt oozing with justly triumphal pleasure. She grinned and turned her back to him kicking her skirt to the front of her shoes and was joined by a pleased Mistress who took his leash, standing to one side, knowing the ritual of his debasement which was to follow.

His eyes were now fixed on the superb fleshy white globular arse and long legs which he had imagined beneath the bustling skirt as she went haughtily about her business in his former life, the vision which had brought the seed from his balls as he fantasised to satisfaction alone. Now he was on his knees to her, anally plugged and with cock unable to hide the sweet pleasure of his submission, the woman who had whipped the admission of his submissive desires from him, holding him leashed to know the dominance he sought from a once lowly servant.

A younger, delightfully chubby but equally sneering maid with blonde hair up in a tight bun, received a smiling nod from Hilda, and she took a pot of cold cream from the side, kneeling to the front of Hilda. Her red lips pouted as she eyed the standing cock from between the legs which the dominant cook parted slightly, and gently smeared the silky cream between her lower calves, his cock pulsing dribbles of its own lubrication as he watched the womanly calves flex in anticipation. The young girl could not resist airing the pleasure of her spite.

'Now we'll all enjoy seeing you waste your seed in humiliation... and you'll pay dearly for it.' The curt words from a younger woman, excited his submission and reduced him further; her confident dominance belying her soft appearance and confirming the assurance that even she, a scullery maid, would know his worship of her as a slave and would delight in caning him. Hilda's cunt moistened in the heady atmosphere of her triumph as she clamped her boots together, her taught legs expressing a dominance which would not be denied the satisfaction of his utter humiliation.

'Get that pathetic cock between my legs! The girls are anxious to cane you, and I'll have your balls show their submission to me!' He lowered his thighs and eased forward, gasping with defeated pleasure as his bell-end squirmed hot and willing between her delicious lower calves, his Mistress delighting in pulling the leash tight and having his nose nestle in the upper part of the cleft in Hilda's large and divinely supreme buttocks. They laughed with contempt as he sniffed hard for the scent which sought eagerly, Hilda then casually easing her cheeks apart with a sneer, allowing him to know the tang of her arsehole, blending exquisitely with the spiced wafts of her keen arousal. His mind was already in submissive ecstasy as he felt himself deliciously exposed and willingly at the mercy of forthright dominant womanhood, while the first maid panted in anticipation with the cane.

Hilda held her pose with cruel satisfaction, again savouring the moment as he was readied for humiliation, then looked down at the skirt before her, and then up to the fully aroused group of maids.

'What happens to visiting males who blemish my skirts with the pathetic essences of their defeat?' The maids chanted their response in joyous and spitefully pleased unison.

'They are awarded twenty-five strokes of your cane Madam Hilda!' She grinned as his cock pulsed in an automated but wanton fashion, eager to spend gloriously and earn a caning. His Mistress grinning also, and keeping his nose hard up against Hilda's sumptuous flesh to inhale her excitement, knowing his submissive pleasure would be further enhanced. Hilda flexed her calves about his cock, feeling his chest and torso move against her thighs, eager to thrust his cock and know divine humiliation, as she faced the smiling girls again.

'And what happens to household pets who defile my skirts with the confirmation of their submission?' He sniffed and snorted hard at her sweet aromas, and bucked involuntarily as the females chanted louder than before, their eagerness to dominate echoing his desire to submit, his stiff cock boning, his balls aching to send their content forth and know her cane as the maids spouted with their own desire to humiliate.
'They are awarded FIFTY strokes of your cane, Madam Hilda!' The dominant cook was now ready to see him brought down and earn the inevitable thrashing from her, which she would award most vigorously. She nodded at the first maid, who strutted forward with the cane, pursing her red lips, her cunt hot in its arousal below her long black skirt as she swished the cane and watched the male quiver as he awaited the sting of its kiss on his flesh.

'I am Charity... Mistress Charity.' The brunette maid grinned as she lifted the cane, then brought it down with vigour to punish his flesh. He immediately thrust his cock between the grip of Hilda's silky calves as the sweet sound of the cane descending announced the sharp pain as the cruel rattan impacted against his buttocks, the stinging pain tempered by the delectable feeling which throbbed through his boning cock as it slipped between the redhead's calves. Hilda sneered with pleasure as he cried out in muffled pain, snorting and sniffing as he was held against her flesh, his cock thrusting and withdrawing as he was tested sweetly by the four strokes each maid would deliver. The ecstasy of his submission building as he endured the blissfully painful humiliation.

'Think of how you were with myself and the other maids when you were so arrogant, and think hard on where you are now. Oh, how I'd love to have them here now to witness your descent to your true position, and see me thrash you after you've spent your load!' His mind teased him as it went back, increasing the shame he felt and torturing him exquisitely as he wallowed in submission; he had no need to think hard on his present situation, his cock thrusting through the legs of a woman he had lusted for but treated as a chattel, now dominating him as maids announced their names and whipped his flesh.

'Mistress Alice...'

'Mistress Kate...'

'Mistress Agatha...'

His senses were treated to extra subliminal pain as the sound of the cane filled the air and his body dripped sweat down onto the fresh red stripes, which each maid left on applying the cane's flexibility with utmost venom; though no more than a few minutes, the caning seemed to last forever as he delighted the women by fighting to hold back the seed from his aching balls; he was truly a cur, and would not spend until he had known the pleasure of the cane from all six maids. His Mistress and Hilda were wet with arousal as they listened to the cane striking his flesh and watched him buck in pain, his cock slipping divinely back and forth, dribbling the promise of his absolute surrender to Hilda's boots. The two smiled as the cane was handed to the one but last of the maids, Mistress pulling his sweaty red eyed face back from Hilda's arse to allow him to view her.

'You'll find Beatrice is particularly adept with the cane, she is acutely sadistic toward all males, and prefers to use a metal tipped flail or bullwhip. The other girls know her as 'the Executrix' because she arranges for males to mysteriously disappear when their Mistresses have tired of them; she has castrated many more.' He thrust his cock as the older but very physically attractive maid stood prim and dominant with cane at the ready. Her mature breasts pointed firm from above broad hips, her brown eyes studying the male from under black hair tied in a tight pony tail. Her look of contempt as she poked his scrotum with the cane, left him in little doubt that she was sadism personified.

'Yes, I am Mistress Beatrice... how I'll look forward to the day when I remove those balls, perhaps more, and fear not, that day will come.' Mistress interjected, anxious to have him soil Hilda's skirt, and earn the promise of a well deserved caning from the woman who had known his former arrogance.

'He knows his stay will be judged by his obedience, and the whims of you all.' She pulled his leash tight, while Hilda squirmed his dribbling cock between her thighs, in her element as she dominated him.

'You'll see Beatrice on occasion at the Palace; just hope each time that her appointment is not with you. As a maid she is anonymous within society circles, but is held with high regard by the women of the Palace, so can assist discretely and readily with males who have outstayed their welcome while their Mistresses are openly witnessed elsewhere, thus gaining the solidity of an alibi as the wretches they owned, having given up all they have are disposed of; willingly relieved of their wealth, taken down to a level of submission they could never have dreamed of, put to good use until the whims of their Mistresses tire of them. The price they pay for realising their complete submission then becoming Beatrice's pleasure. The darkness of her sadism knows no bounds, and the males she can sell into slavery along with those who are merely relieved of their balls, are the fortunate ones.' The mature maid grinned with pleasure as his face was pulled back to continue its adoration of Hilda's delicious cleft, and his cock thrust again as the pleasing sound of the cane delivered just and rewarding pain from a woman who would relish removing his masculinity permanently.

The prowess of the stern Beatrice's application of the rod was not unfounded, the maids nursing their cunts as they enjoyed seeing his flesh absorb her four punishing cuts, his glowing flesh now shiny with sweat, bouncing as she unleashed her spite with utmost vigour. She brought him right to the brink as his cock thrust and jutted in wanton submission, but held the deliverance of his surrender; his submission now at an ecstatic low as he yearned to know the cane of the last maid, pleasing the women as they enjoyed his torture.

His aching balls throbbed, anxious to have Hilda triumph fully over his defeat; the lush carnal humiliation exquisite, as his bell-end worshipped the silky calves of his ex-servant, knowing she would feel the ecstasy in her delicious revenge boundless; as finally the voluptuous ginger maid who had teased him when applying the cream, adored the leashed and beaten male's flesh as she posed with the cane, his only regret was that he had not been harsher with his treatment of Hilda; he wanted each stroke of the fifty he would earn from her to cut through his very soul.

The women sneered with wholesome and just contempt as he pulled his cock back to nestle his bell-end between Hilda's taught calves, poking his striped and bloodied cheeks to accept the final four strokes in utter defeat, now yearning to know the cut of the cane and shoot his mess in total surrender.

'Mistress Lucy.' She announced with pert excitement.

The younger maid beamed with the spite for males which had been nurtured and enhanced regularly as she was tutored by her Mistress and the older maids, seeing males twice her age and older, spend in submission having known the spice of her cunt and arsehole then being brought to book by her with the cane. Her soft countenance doubling their creamy emissions in glorious shame, her lithe form combined with her invigorating dominance, having lured many older males to a life of enslavement under her Mistress and other women. Her ginger cunt tingled as she flexed the cane victoriously.

'Now you'll have four strokes which will bring you fifty, I'll see you mess just for me and will look forward to supervising your laundry duties; I have a game which you'll learn to love!' The women laughed with a resounding and cruel tone at the maid's arrogant bravado, and he wallowed deeper into submission at the young woman's taunts, knowing it to be the inevitable truth. She lifted her arm and brought the cane whooshing down, her prim, firm breasts jostling in her blouse as she gasped with the effort of her stroke. Mistress's knuckles were white with the tension she kept on his leash as he thrust his cock back and forth, giving a muffled cry of pain as the sting of the rod pulsed through his red buttocks on the rattan submerging into his flesh.

'One!!' The women announced the spiteful impact in unison as he shuddered and pumped his rigid cock through Hilda's tightly clasped calves, whimpering and gasping as the sharp pain blended with with the delicious pleasure which surged through his stiff member.

'Two!!' He bucked again as the ginger girl swept the flexible demon down to punish the male kneeling at her mercy, and showed him that she was as equally dominant as any other woman there, relishing his pain as was shown his place, greeting the tortured flesh which glowed as he was broken by feminine spite. He pressed his tingling balls hard against Hilda's calves with each thrust now, the eyes of the women fixed on the glistening bell-end, knowing it would soon express the divine ecstasy of submission; no more so than Hilda whose nipples poked hard as she looked down in regal dominance, her white flanks shimmering as her ex-Master pumped urgently in his quest to soil her skirt in abject humiliation, the sneer of his Mistress showing her delight on her staff welcoming her pet with such enthusiasm and vigour.

'Three!!' The ginger maid laughed wickedly as her third punishing delivery brought an anguished whimper from the male, his cock now rhythmically humping at Hilda's delicious calves, his total defeat now as much within the grasp of the youthful maid as it was in the grasp of the mature redhead's supreme legs. Hilda would have him know her full spite, her sneering laughter as she felt his urgency was not to be denied.

'You'll come now! You'll show me just how much you wanted to beg my supremacy! I have you now and you'll earn what you deserve. Soil my skirt and know my dominance!' His mind was ablaze with the raw ecstasy of total submission as he thought back to his blunt treatment of her, his yearning, his masturbation; yes, it was really her, vengeful, dominant, the delicious whiff of the arse he had worshipped in his nostrils, the feel of her flesh as she stood dominating him.

'Wwwhooooop!..'Four!!' The fourth crack of the cane heralded the point of no return, taking him down in total surrender.

He grimaced with sublime pleasure as the stinging after-pain of the final stroke was transformed into submissive ecstasy as the seed rose from his balls, the women looking on with wide eyed grins as his cock thrust and jutted through Hilda's calves in a divine crescendo. His whole body was immersed in a rapture of sweet submission as the ginger maid's cruel laughter sucked the semen from him, in unison with the taught squeezing of the flesh of the woman who had delivered him to a life of enslavement. The presence of the woman who he had been delivered to was confirmed by the taut leash of ownership which choked his gasping throat; her words, 'The dead do not suffer' teasing his mind.

His cock poked high in lush submission and pulsed a glorious loop of hot semen, sending it cascading across Hilda's skirt as he moaned in absolute ecstasy, the pleasure of his orgasm in defeat so intense on his earning the thrashing he now lusted for, the intensity increasing as the women applauded loudly, the humiliation enriching his submission, Hilda bringing his silky contributions on as she sneered in dominant triumph.

'He comes! See him soil my skirt wantonly!.. He'll pay dearly with each stroke, and will beg for more; see how pathetic he is, he'll spend again before his fifty strokes are up.' She bent and pulled her arse cheeks wide, releasing the full aroma of her hot pucker, sticky with excitement. Mistress pushed his face down into the scented warmth, prolonging his blissful surrender. His submission was now brought to an exquisite and lasting crescendo, his mind in total capitulation as he earned the retribution which would be served with gratuitous and spiteful pleasure, Hilda, so dominant and having him enjoy the tart scent of the arse he had lusted for, his cock worshipping her taut legs and sending jet after jet of hot semen to the skirt, confirming his intense desire to be broken by the cane she would wield with just and haughty conviction.

The women made sure he emptied his balls, basking in the cruel pleasure enjoyed at seeing his abject humiliation, knowing their spite magnified the willing submission to feminine superiority he now expressed with the expulsion of his seed, their cunts tingling with anticipation as each thought with contempt on how they would use him, as they laughed and jeered at his submission to their power, naked, leashed, dominated.

His ecstasy eclipsed the submissive depths he had reached following the awesome spectacle of seeing the male hanged with such pleasure by women; his bell-end throbbed with perverse and draining ecstatic pulses, expelling the contents of his balls in lush and total submission as he was held in divine humiliation, by the woman who owned him, having been thrashed by her maids, his cock worshipping the legs of a servant he had masturbated over, now in total obedience to her - a servant who would now firmly stamp the authority of her dominance over him forever.

Mistress pulled his head back as the last weak pulses of his worship spat willingly to find the skirt, then dribbled in defeat to Hilda's boots. Though thoroughly spent, his submissive pleasure did not desert him as a further round of gleeful applause greeted his witnessing the ginger maid passing the cane to Hilda. She tutted with studied contempt as she eased away from his semi-flaccid cock, turned, and pointed the cane at her boots.

'Lick!' Mistress handed her the leash, and watched with dominant pride as her pet obediently bent and eagerly licked his own semen from his servant's boots under the contemptuous gaze of the other maids. The glow of Hilda's triumph was tangible as she watched the once authoritative Master lap his own mess obediently from her boots, her budding clitoris tingling at the apex of her aroused cunt with curt dominant pleasure. His anus tingled, clenched at the plug, echoing the pleasure of defeat from his submissive perspective as he felt the eyes of all the women enjoy his humiliation while he licked the bland essences from the contours of the black leather.

Satisfied that he had thoroughly cleaned her boots, she tugged him up with the leash to face her from his knees, and slipping the cane into the leash hand, grinned wickedly with gritted teeth as she slapped his face hard three times, the delicious mark of her authority making his cock attempt a further stand. She lifted her nose and looked down on him as his face reddened, then took the cane and pointed it to her skirt, spattered with the abundant evidence of his surrender.

'See how much you wanted to earn the cane from me; you have excelled yourself! I have longed for this day and will savour each of the fifty strokes you'll now receive.' She slapped his face another three times with vigour to match her prior applications, the women sneering as they watched his cock rise to salute her dominance, and the pathetic pleasure of his submission to her. His cock stiffened as his Mistress lay a silken towel across the bulbous headrest of a chais-lounge, and the maids crowded round the leather piece as Hilda jerked his leash and led him to it. He was lain over its arm, his freshly erected cock nestling into the silk on the padded headrest, two of the maids taking an arm each and holding him firm. His cock pulsed as he saw Lucy close in on the space before his face, smiling at his Mistress.

'May I Mistress?, I do so enjoy seeing their pain close up while they know my scent.' Her request was a mere formality, his Mistress always ready to encourage the ginger maid's spite at every opportunity.

'Why of course Lucy, have my pet witness your pleasure at his suffering; it will prepare him for his time with you to come.' She lifted her skirts to expose a delicious red tufted cunt, and slipped between the two grinning maids who held his arms, lifting his head and holding it to sniff at the spicy arousal from her moistening lips.

'You'll cry like a baby, there's no doubt in that, and you'll see how seeing a grown male cry like a child excites me. You'll see the pleasure in my eyes and taste the confirmation as I relish your humiliation, it will help you come again, and come you will.' His cock boned at her cruel words, and at the sight of Hilda strutting into his vision to flex the cane as he sniffed at Lucy's cunt, his erection telling him he would orgasm again, despite his balls having been freshly drained. Hilda knew this, and confirmed her anticipation of his well deserved punishment, her nipples poking hard through her blouse as she relished what was to come.

'You've spent your mess and the evidence is there for all to see, but we know there's more to be teased from you. Having confirmed you know your place so liberally, it will require some special attention to allow you further release; it will not come so easily though, and I intend to enjoy each stroke of the fifty, knowing your quest to come will be inhibited by your recent disgrace and allowing you to thoroughly enjoy the pain.' Without further ceremony, she strutted to her position behind him, studied his bare flesh for a moment while resting her cane on his already tortured flesh, and with cunt oozing, began to thrash him.

The maids felt his arms tense as the brutal strokes were delivered, and Lucy watched his face intently as his eyes watered with the pain, his cries muffled as she held his nose and mouth in the hot cleft of her sex, fighting to hold her concentration as each punishing stroke had him jolt and nuzzle her clitoris. The taste and scent of her soft cunt, supple and eager as his face slipped in her juices was like a drug; tempering the sharp pulses of stinging pain which had his cock rubbing urgently on the silk atop the padded arm, Hilda's magnificent arse and legs flexing as she stood hand on hip, enjoying watching his flesh bounce as she dominated him with the cane, while Mistress counted with satisfied solemnity, her dour but pleased tone ringing in his ears and followed but the vigorous cut of the unforgiving rattan.

Hilda grinned as the mark of ten saw his cries reduced to sobbing, and added extra vigour to her stinging applications, her cunt bulging as her sadism grew at the satisfaction of reducing him to tears. Lucy's face bore a sneer of spiteful pleasure as she studied the tearful eyes of a male being broken completely, her sex dripping and making him snort and splutter as his tears mixed with her juices, she on the verge of orgasm by the time the count reached twenty.

The two other maids giggled at his cringing humiliation while holding him firm, Beatrice sitting with legs crossed, calmly enjoying his reduction and eyeing his balls which swung loose at first, but slowly retracted as he got used to the pain; she knew he would lapse into a submissive fervour soon, and shoot his mess now that he had disgraced himself with the tears that they had all yearned to see. She imagined binding the neck of those balls tightly with wet leather and watching him squirm in bondage as she had done with so many men, hearing his moans through a mouth stuffed with her underwear as the leather dried and tightened to slowly castrate him; the best way, having a male endure the numbing, and being shown them, purple and lifeless after the slow and tight restriction had done its work - only the smallest of knives necessary to cut the blood starved scrotum's tiny remaining attachment. Yes, there was little fun in simply slicing the balls from a male.

Hilda paused at thirty strokes, and sneered with pleasure and sheer contempt as the male continued to work his cock on the silk as she took several deep breaths, desperate to come and beyond shame, now in total submission. She flicked at his balls with the cane, making him hump harder, pleasing the women by showing them that he now relished the further twenty cuts.

'Oh how your attitude has changed since we were last in each other's company; you're not so commanding now are you? There is still so much need for reform though, and I shall see that you are corrected accordingly. You'll come for me now!' His cock pulsed at the deliciously humiliating irony, as she continued to exact her just revenge, the whoosh of the cane was followed by the severe crack of its impact as he was humbled by the dominant redheaded cook with a venom his submissive fantasies could never have imagined. His mind recollected again, enhancing the flavour of the punishment; he had not had the courage to reveal his desire to her,
remaining audacious and pompous in his attitude as her employer, while wanking hard over her in secret; he had suffered the divine humiliation of having spent for her as he was treated to her flesh after the shock of her appearance, and now he would spend again as she caned the semen from him.

His cock throbbed in submissive heaven as he was brought to book by Hilda, true to her word in making each stroke count as she revelled in punishing his flesh, her heady dominant arousal peaking with haughty satisfaction at seeing the cane stripe and cut his tortured arse. At forty strokes, the carnal atmosphere was too much for Lucy, the two maids giggling uncontrollably as she moaned and kicked her legs skyward, almost making them lose their grip on his arms, and nearly smothering him as she pulled his face hard into the silky wetness of her cunt, overcome by her erotic delight at his torture. As with her sweet delivery of the cane, the voluptuous ginger maid was instrumental in bringing him off; her pleasure in his agony and the spiteful delight she had shown in seeing him cry like a child, burned at his submissive soul, and as his eyes watched the silky white thighs rise in the triumph of her orgasm, his tongue sought her arsehole, slipping into the hot pucker in reverence to her superiority.

She moaned in ecstasy as she felt the worship of his tongue, the delectable sound of the cane descending and ensuring that worship, taking her to a satisfying high as he probed her tangy arsehole in complete submission.

His cock could take no more, and the wondrous sensation his deep submission awarded him was felt by the two maids as his body tensed; their giggling replaced by contemptuous sneers as they held him firm, now taking great pleasure in digging their nails into his flesh to have him know their spite was equal, and enjoyed. Hilda's moment had arrived, and she sneered hardest as she brought the cane down rapidly and vigorously, having it flex on impact with his flesh, curling to inflict pain on a greater expanse of his buttocks as his muffled moans announced his absolute surrender.

His cock erupted below him, Hilda's triumph in seeing him thrust and spend bringing wholesome dominant satisfaction as she caned the seed of his surrender from him. His submission was divine as the overpowering bliss of orgasm eclipsed the impact of the cane on his numbing flesh, his tongue thrusting in worship of the tight ginger maid's anus, and the nails of the maids holding him firm, blending into an immersion of total submission to feminine dominance. Served sweet justice for his failings and weakness, his ears sought the now pleasurable sound of the cane's final strokes as he wallowed in ecstasy at Hilda's righteous and humiliating punishment.

The maids pinched his arms before letting them go, prolonging his lush orgasm as they applauded his surrender;Lucy gasping in an ecstasy of her own as she partly recovered to enjoy his tongue's worship of her arsehole as his glazed eyes peeped from between her thighs, displaying the look of abject and acute pleasure in crushing defeat, his arse bouncing and shimmering under the final strokes of the cane as his cock and balls jetted the delightful admission of his yearning to submit to Hilda.

Mistress applauded heartily with the others, as Hilda flexed the cane in her hands at fifty and watched him slump in defeat, but viewed his cut and butchered arse with a little concern, not because she had thought for his physical well being, but for the fact that so generous a thrashing may interrupt the tight routine she had, anxious as she was to display her new pet to her friends.

'Agatha, Kate, prepare a salt bath for our new toy; he'll enjoy its soothing qualities as he thinks on the consequences of his new life here.' Hilda poked his flesh with the cane, making him groan and twitch as Lucy slipped out from under him, taking his leash and smiling knowingly at the severe cook, who turned to Mistress.

'May I supervise Mistress? I will share the bath with him, after he has shown the thanks of his pleasure at my hands, having performed a little preliminary cleansing.' Mistress was in no doubt as to what that would entail as she nodded her assent with a smile. The thoroughly owned male was led away on all fours, his lower body stiff and sore with every movement, his eyes fixed on Hilda's deliciously broad arse as she ascended the stairs before him, knowing he would taste her cunt and arsehole in submissive worship before feeling the sting of the saline bath.

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Jun 7, 2018 in femdom

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