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Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Which of these would you like to tease your flesh? They'll all mark you most proficiently.' Gray's anus tingled as his bewilderment on being made to choose the tool of his own punishment rankled with his impatient submissive desire; he nosed toward a soft looking black leather whip, which had obviously been put to good use on prior occasions. Claire grinned as she picked it up and offered it to his mouth.
'Open wide boy. You'll carry it to the pole; that'll stop your snivelling and you'll get a feel of it's weight too.' The girls giggled as The leashed and tearful Gray was made to take the whip in his teeth, and was led out on all fours like a lamb to the slaughter, the whip laid over his back and trailing from between his arse cheeks like a tail. Claire kept his head up high with the leash ensuring his eyes remained focused on the distant pole which grew ever nearer, the dominant woman enjoying every step on their approach, Gray's cock pulsing in its bound coil of cord as the pole on which he would be broken with the whip loomed closer and closer. The girls sneered with anticipation a Claire took his nose right up to the pole to have him view the darkly shaded area on the stark pole's smooth surface, his teeth biting hard on the leather whip as he panted in trepidation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Aug 11, 2018 in femdom

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