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Irma's New Toy Pt. 02

Irma had Drake lap and probe obediently at the mixed perfumes of her cunt and arsehole, enjoying several rich orgasms as she indulged in the sheer pleasure of enforcing her dominance over him, revelling in her control and lusting to show her latest conquest to her friends; the first showing always gave her such a thrill, her pride bursting as she demonstrated her power over a new male, and this one had succumbed to it so pleasingly. Drake's cock ached, boning hard as she at last lifted her broad arse from his face and climbed from the bed with studied feminine elegance. She went to a draw and smiled softly as she lifted something from it.

'Time for a lovely sleep together now, but we can't have you wasting yourself while I sleep - I know how excited you are at becoming my property - we'll have you wear this.' Drake took a deep breath as she grinned cruelly and sat on the bed, showing him a steel chastity device which was no more than two rings on a downward curving bar. She grinned with delight as she held it close to his rigid cock and showed that it was about half its size.

'Of course, we'll have to reduce you to fit my favourite cage for new slaves.' She rubbed his cock with the cold steel device, smearing the shiny chrome with the pre-cum which wept from his bell-end.

'Down from the bed and on your knees! you'll masturbate and show me how much you want to wear it for me.' Drake showed no hesitation in obeying the superb female, though he viewed the cruel trap with some trepidation. He was overcome by his own submissive urges as much as the superior woman, readily stropping his stiff cock as he studied her superb shape and stern smile while she stood over him, dominant and in complete control of her new slave.

She grinned with satisfaction as he shot another pleasing wad of semen, cowering at her feet and gripped by the sweet ectasy of being held helplessly enslaved by her whims, groaning with pleasure as he spent in submission. She had the panting male stand, and swiftly ringed the neck of his scrotum with the clasp, the tight grip of cold steel which held his balls snugly below it making him gasp. She then bent his semi-flaccid cock to accomodate the downward curving bar, and snapped the ring at its head closed behind the flange of his bell-end, holding his cock down into a position of enforced obedience. She ran her nails across his exposed bell and watched him wince in discomfort as his cock tried to erect again, only to be held tight against the bar as it swelled again.

'There! You'll find your bell-end is teased exquisitely when you wear your clothes for the journey tomorrow, you'll not wear underwear and will love the feeling of your cock held forward and down to play at the material; it will try constantly to erect and'll have you appreciate submission as you walk with me.' She pointed to the bed.

'Lie down with your arms behind your back, I have a couple of other things to coax you into some erotic dreams as you sleep.' Drake's cock strained to erect as it was held tight in the ring, while Irma delighted in cuffing his wrists behind his back, and then gagging him once more before announcing with a mischievous tone that there was just one more thing to complete his feeling of being owned.

'Bring your legs up close to your stomach; you'll enjoy this more than you can ever have imagined.' Drake gasped at Irma's smile as she showed him a glossy black anal plug, and without further ceremony, pulled his arse cheek wide and offered it up to his anus. Drake's cock now enjoyed the full benefit of the steel trap, his bell-end pulled tight against the restrictive ring as the tight aperture held his swelling girth, with Irma taking much pleasure in easing the plug home to confirm her ownership. Drake saw the elation in her smile as his anus was stretched in its enforced acceptance of the plug, the feeling as the bulb slipped in having him know he was well and truly owned by the magnificent woman, making him want to spend in submission as he groaned through the gag and tested the cuffs which kept his hands from his restricted cock. She grinned in triumph as she pressed the flat base home with a delicate finger.

'The plug will give you a permanent submissive pleasure all of its own, you'll wear it all the time when we're out together and it'll offer an exquisite reminder that you're the property of a woman who'll know nothing else but your total obedience.' She sighed with the urgent need of an orgasm as she awarded Drake a view of her delectably broad arse and thighs while she rubbed a little hand cream onto her fingers, then strutted back urgently with the final token of her ownership of him; she slipped a black hood over Drake's head, the scent of her white tea and ginger hand cream so soft and feminine, yet somehow enhancing her authority as she tied the hood about his neck. A gauze panel allowed his eyes to feast on his Mistress through the hood, though saved her from having to view his features; he was now just another male who had succumbed to her dominance.

Irma slipped onto the bed and propped herself up on the silken pillows at its head, spreading her glorious thighs apart and showing the bound male the cunt he was learning to worship without question. She savoured the agony of his denial as he squirmed on the bed, captured and rendered impotent by her, the hood flexing as he strained to sniff at the blend of ginger hand cream and mature arousal as she slipped a finger through the inviting wet cleft. Irma's cunt bulged at the delicious stimulation as she indulged in her triumph over yet another male. She wondered if he'd last weeks or months before being sold on to one of the women who would view the fruits of her latest victory tomorrow, and her esteem would rise amongst the girls who had seen him dare to view her at the store; their presence particularly gratifying, having seen him as he was, then again as she led him leashed and dominated, confirming that her power over any male once chosen would not be denied.

Drake sniffed hard through the mask, making it puff in and out, helpless and longing to know the cane he'd beg for tomorrow, as he sought the wafts of delicious scent; the pathetic sight bringing the full spite of Irma's unyielding dominance from her, lifting her legs high as a fulfilling orgasm flooded through her body. She slipped forward and lay back slightly as the ecstasy consumed her, bringing the full exposure of her arsehole to be sniffed in obedience by the hood which cloaked her defeated prey, her eyes fixed on his lust for the scent, and anguish at being denied the taste of his tongue's worship. Her eyes closed as the full and luxurious surge of the triumphal orgasm overcame her, legs taut and high as she moaned in pure ecstasy. Drake's tortured cock dribbled lubrication which was more plentiful than it had ever been, as he suffered the ecstasy of denial; the squirming motion having the plug nurse his prostate, making him release his masculine offerings without the pleasure of the orgasm his imprisoned cock sought so earnestly.

Irma sighed wistfully in total satisfaction as she slipped down to lay with her prize, pulling the sheets over their bodies. She said no more as she drifted off to sleep, allowing Drake to seek the solace of his own fitful slumber, left to ponder the consequences of his weakness, and what tomorrow would bring. The plug, cage, and bondage, bringing the promise of lurid dreams when his excitement was eventually cloaked in a darkness eclipsing that enforced by the hood.

Drake had awoken to the sweetly perfumed atmosphere, to be released from the hood only, and led sternly by Irma to the wet room where he was soaped and showered by the redhead in matriarchal fashion, he still gagged and cuffed. This would be the only time she allowed him this service; she had experienced males attempt escape the morning after capture, and needed assess his demeanour. She grinned with satisfaction as he snorted and spluttered throughout his minor ordeal, the motherly aspect quickly left behind as she then had him kneel and watch her attend the magnificent curves of her own body, Drake's arousal soon having his restricted erection hard in the ringed trap as he watched the dominant woman's flesh glisten and ripple in the warm water. She turned and smiled as she watched his awe-struck excitement while she soaped her full breasts, already confident that Drake did not show the merest element of any remorse toward his position.

'You'll please me today with your obedience, and in future you'll be allowed to perform the duty of washing your Mistress before each day's service to her. I find that being allowed to touch my flesh so freely on just that one occasion at the start of the day brings a humbling connection to a slave for his Mistress; feeling the shape of the woman that owns you, and cleansing her in readiness for the day to come, will have you know your place as you worship the body that's driven your desire to submit to its superiority.' She smiled softly as she expressed that undoubted superiority as he knelt and stared up at her lush figure.

'You'll enjoy that service to me, won't you?' She laughed as Drake nodded his head enthusiastically and strained in the cuffs, eager to humble himself in the duty at that very moment.

Irma kept him bound and spoon fed him as she sat naked on a chair, confident that he would not chance escape, but enjoying seeing him humbled in bondage and kneeling at the table. She enjoyed watching his eyes flit from the spooned offerings to her naked form as she sat cross-legged, dominant and in total control of him. He was then allowed from the cuffs to help dress her, Irma delighting in sitting at her dressing table and directing him with the cane to where the required items were kept, allowing him to become familiar with another service to his Mistress. Drake's submissive anticipation grew with each command from the stern redhead, his bent cock hard as he surveyed the contents of her pantie draw; a black satin high waisted pair demanded of him, she stood proud as he knelt and she stepped into them, and he eagerly slipped them up her soft thighs as she brandished the cane; the concealing of her mature cunt in the black satin enhancing her dominance, making him murmur pitifully through the gag in excitement. She grinned with satisfaction as his fingers released the elasticated waist to hold the hips and softly bulging belly so tantalisingly, and tapped the ball which stopped his speech and made him drool, with her cane.

'I know how you'd love to confirm your adoration vocally, but you'll remain silent till we arrive at my friend's. I'll not hear your voice again till you beg for the caning you've earned; hearing your voice for the first time in uttering your desire for discipline will give the ladies a pleasing thrill, and'll increase my pleasure in granting you your wish.' She smiled with curt pleasure as he snorted hard through his nose at the promise, the gag allowing no protest or affirmation, then simply pointed her cane to the place which held the next item. Drake's senses and his anticipation of the humiliation to come were teased most satisfactorily as he was directed by his Mistress from draw to wardrobe, the anal plug with which he had been gifted providing a constant reminder of his submission with the few steps necessary to fetch at the whim of the mature redhead. She looked down on him with regal supremacy as he rolled the black nylons up the smooth contours of her legs, rested the cane on his shoulders as he slipped the black stilettos onto her feet, stood in dominant elegance as he was made to zip up the tight leather pencil skirt which expressed the globular shape of her arse superbly. Though she already knew exactly what she was to wear, she stood as though pondering her selection, purely to have her slave savour what he faced.

'I'll wear no bra of course; I'll need the maximum freedom of movement in administering the cane; it's only fair that you receive the maximum benefit of what you've earned.' She watched him twitch uncomfortably at the thought, then pointed the very instrument he'd know toward her wardrobe.

'Yes, my black silk blouse, nice and loose about the arms - and the action of the silk against my nipples is so pleasing.' Drake fetched the garment from the array of blouses hanging from where he was directed to, and he knelt between her legs as he fastened each stay, anus tingling as he studied her nipples poke at the smoothness of the black silk. She gave him a stern look as she buckled the leash about his neck once more, then pointed him to his clothes.

'No underwear, no socks, and don't bother with all the buttons on your shirt; you'll strip naked as soon as we arrive, ready for presentation.' The clothes felt like an encumberment to Drake, having spent so long naked, but the trap which projected forward and down created a bulge in the material, pleasing Irma as she tucked the leash into his shirt to hide it. He slipped on his jacket to obscure the scruffiness of his not fully buttoned shirt, and Irma wrapped a scarf around the lower half of his face to hide the gag from prying eyes on their journey. She pointed her cane to a long fur coat which hung by the door, and Drake obliged dutifully, helping her into it; the mink creating a picture of perfect feminine dominance in his eyes as she concealed the cane beneath it with a knowing smile.

Irma gave a glow of satisfaction as she witnessed Drake's troubled stride on walking to the car. The plug had not made its occupancy fully known in the short steps he had taken within his Mistress's house; now ambling the fifty yards or so to the car, Irma stepping swiftly in her impatience to show him off, he found the intruder would indeed remind him of the ownership enforced by the delectable woman whose soft perfume alone seemed to draw him along in her wake. The motion stimulated his prostate, ensuring his entrapped cock, held forward by the curved bar, swelled to the limitations allowed and had his swollen bell-end teased by his own trousers as he walked; there would be no escape from the erotic feelings he held for Irma when out with her.

Irma sat in the rear of the car and directed Drake along the course of their journey, enjoying watching him sweat with the discomfort of being sat on the plug as he operated clutch and brakes, and with the nerves of what lay ahead at the their fast approaching destination. Her stern mood increasing with the satisfaction of her conquest, and with the anticipation of humiliating him so pleasingly as she demonstrated how he had succumbed to her power so obediently; her cunt tingled as she thought on how envious her older friends would be, and how the younger girls spite would be inspired so on viewing the attractive male's obedience to her superiority.

Drake trembled a little on seeing her satisfied smile in the rear view mirror as they drove up to the detached house, the leafy drive keeping the secrets within it away from the outside world. He broke into a cold sweat as he opened the rear door for his Mistress, his eyes transfixed by the elegant black nylon legs and sharp heels as she stepped out. She said nothing, snapping her fingers and strutting up to the door with Drake following her as though drawn by some magnetic force, his stomach turning with a mixture of trepidation and carnal excitement at what he'd let himself be reduced to.

The door opened and Drake watched timidly as a woman of a similar age to Irma greeted his Mistress with a warm but excited smile, hugging her. His balls tingled as he watched the woman tip-toe to embrace Irma, showing the fine condition of her mature legs through the black chiffon slacks she wore, her shapely arse poking pertly in black panties under the thinly veiling material.

'So good to see you again Irma, we were all thrilled to see you've chosen another pet.' She stepped aside as Irma lifted the cane from within her fur, and curtly pointed Drake in with it.

'He offered himself up so easily Eunice; he'll be trained very satisfactorily in no time at all.' Drake swallowed hard as Eunice looked at him with studied contempt, though the half smile betrayed her pleasure at what she saw as she felt his upper arm, and looked him over as you might a horse you'd consider purchasing. Drake eyed the nipples poking from her full breasts through the thin black chiffon as she licked her lips, as Irma barked a command at him.

'Clothes off!... and show her feet the respect you have for all women.' He shed his sparse clothing nervously but quickly, and the two women laughed softly as he knelt and kissed the spiked ankle boots below the flowing chiffon legs. Irma placed her fur on a peg and swished the cane, impatient to hear him humiliate himself and indulge her ego on begging to receive it before her audience. Eunice's cunt swelled as she too savoured seeing him crushed by the feminine dominance his own weakness would bring upon him; she liked what she saw as he kissed her shoes obediently and was already thinking of asking Irma the favour of his services.

Irma's breasts heaved as she sneered down at her new prize, taking his leash and tugging him from the worship of Eunice's feet.

'We'll not delay the pleasure of the ladies, or mine, any longer. Let's go and have them hear you request what you've earned, and we both desire.'Irma had Drake lap and probe obediently at the mixed perfumes of her cunt and arsehole, enjoying several rich orgasms as she indulged in the sheer pleasure of enforcing her dominance over him, revelling in her control and lusting to show her latest conquest to her friends; the first showing always gave her such a thrill, her pride bursting as she demonstrated her power over a new male, and this one had succumbed to it so pleasingly. Drake's cock ached, boning hard as she at last lifted her broad arse from his face and climbed from the bed with studied feminine elegance. She went to a draw and smiled softly as she lifted something from it.

'Time for a lovely sleep together now, but we can't have you wasting yourself while I sleep - I know how excited you are at becoming my property - we'll have you wear this.' Drake took a deep breath as she grinned cruelly and sat on the bed, showing him a steel chastity device which was no more than two rings on a downward curving bar. She grinned with delight as she held it close to his rigid cock and showed that it was about half its size.

'Of course, we'll have to reduce you to fit my favourite cage for new slaves.' She rubbed his cock with the cold steel device, smearing the shiny chrome with the pre-cum which wept from his bell-end.

'Down from the bed and on your knees! you'll masturbate and show me how much you want to wear it for me.' Drake showed no hesitation in obeying the superb female, though he viewed the cruel trap with some trepidation. He was overcome by his own submissive urges as much as the superior woman, readily stropping his stiff cock as he studied her superb shape and stern smile while she stood over him, dominant and in complete control of her new slave.

She grinned with satisfaction as he shot another pleasing wad of semen, cowering at her feet and gripped by the sweet ectasy of being held helplessly enslaved by her whims, groaning with pleasure as he spent in submission. She had the panting male stand, and swiftly ringed the neck of his scrotum with the clasp, the tight grip of cold steel which held his balls snugly below it making him gasp. She then bent his semi-flaccid cock to accomodate the downward curving bar, and snapped the ring at its head closed behind the flange of his bell-end, holding his cock down into a position of enforced obedience. She ran her nails across his exposed bell and watched him wince in discomfort as his cock tried to erect again, only to be held tight against the bar as it swelled again.

'There! You'll find your bell-end is teased exquisitely when you wear your clothes for the journey tomorrow, you'll not wear underwear and will love the feeling of your cock held forward and down to play at the material; it will try constantly to erect and'll have you appreciate submission as you walk with me.' She pointed to the bed.

'Lie down with your arms behind your back, I have a couple of other things to coax you into some erotic dreams as you sleep.' Drake's cock strained to erect as it was held tight in the ring, while Irma delighted in cuffing his wrists behind his back, and then gagging him once more before announcing with a mischievous tone that there was just one more thing to complete his feeling of being owned.

'Bring your legs up close to your stomach; you'll enjoy this more than you can ever have imagined.' Drake gasped at Irma's smile as she showed him a glossy black anal plug, and without further ceremony, pulled his arse cheek wide and offered it up to his anus. Drake's cock now enjoyed the full benefit of the steel trap, his bell-end pulled tight against the restrictive ring as the tight aperture held his swelling girth, with Irma taking much pleasure in easing the plug home to confirm her ownership. Drake saw the elation in her smile as his anus was stretched in its enforced acceptance of the plug, the feeling as the bulb slipped in having him know he was well and truly owned by the magnificent woman, making him want to spend in submission as he groaned through the gag and tested the cuffs which kept his hands from his restricted cock. She grinned in triumph as she pressed the flat base home with a delicate finger.

'The plug will give you a permanent submissive pleasure all of its own, you'll wear it all the time when we're out together and it'll offer an exquisite reminder that you're the property of a woman who'll know nothing else but your total obedience.' She sighed with the urgent need of an orgasm as she awarded Drake a view of her delectably broad arse and thighs while she rubbed a little hand cream onto her fingers, then strutted back urgently with the final token of her ownership of him; she slipped a black hood over Drake's head, the scent of her white tea and ginger hand cream so soft and feminine, yet somehow enhancing her authority as she tied the hood about his neck. A gauze panel allowed his eyes to feast on his Mistress through the hood, though saved her from having to view his features; he was now just another male who had succumbed to her dominance.

Irma slipped onto the bed and propped herself up on the silken pillows at its head, spreading her glorious thighs apart and showing the bound male the cunt he was learning to worship without question. She savoured the agony of his denial as he squirmed on the bed, captured and rendered impotent by her, the hood flexing as he strained to sniff at the blend of ginger hand cream and mature arousal as she slipped a finger through the inviting wet cleft. Irma's cunt bulged at the delicious stimulation as she indulged in her triumph over yet another male. She wondered if he'd last weeks or months before being sold on to one of the women who would view the fruits of her latest victory tomorrow, and her esteem would rise amongst the girls who had seen him dare to view her at the store; their presence particularly gratifying, having seen him as he was, then again as she led him leashed and dominated, confirming that her power over any male once chosen would not be denied.

Drake sniffed hard through the mask, making it puff in and out, helpless and longing to know the cane he'd beg for tomorrow, as he sought the wafts of delicious scent; the pathetic sight bringing the full spite of Irma's unyielding dominance from her, lifting her legs high as a fulfilling orgasm flooded through her body. She slipped forward and lay back slightly as the ecstasy consumed her, bringing the full exposure of her arsehole to be sniffed in obedience by the hood which cloaked her defeated prey, her eyes fixed on his lust for the scent, and anguish at being denied the taste of his tongue's worship. Her eyes closed as the full and luxurious surge of the triumphal orgasm overcame her, legs taut and high as she moaned in pure ecstasy. Drake's tortured cock dribbled lubrication which was more plentiful than it had ever been, as he suffered the ecstasy of denial; the squirming motion having the plug nurse his prostate, making him release his masculine offerings without the pleasure of the orgasm his imprisoned cock sought so earnestly.

Irma sighed wistfully in total satisfaction as she slipped down to lay with her prize, pulling the sheets over their bodies. She said no more as she drifted off to sleep, allowing Drake to seek the solace of his own fitful slumber, left to ponder the consequences of his weakness, and what tomorrow would bring. The plug, cage, and bondage, bringing the promise of lurid dreams when his excitement was eventually cloaked in a darkness eclipsing that enforced by the hood.

Drake had awoken to the sweetly perfumed atmosphere, to be released from the hood only, and led sternly by Irma to the wet room where he was soaped and showered by the redhead in matriarchal fashion, he still gagged and cuffed. This would be the only time she allowed him this service; she had experienced males attempt escape the morning after capture, and needed assess his demeanour. She grinned with satisfaction as he snorted and spluttered throughout his minor ordeal, the motherly aspect quickly left behind as she then had him kneel and watch her attend the magnificent curves of her own body, Drake's arousal soon having his restricted erection hard in the ringed trap as he watched the dominant woman's flesh glisten and ripple in the warm water. She turned and smiled as she watched his awe-struck excitement while she soaped her full breasts, already confident that Drake did not show the merest element of any remorse toward his position.

'You'll please me today with your obedience, and in future you'll be allowed to perform the duty of washing your Mistress before each day's service to her. I find that being allowed to touch my flesh so freely on just that one occasion at the start of the day brings a humbling connection to a slave for his Mistress; feeling the shape of the woman that owns you, and cleansing her in readiness for the day to come, will have you know your place as you worship the body that's driven your desire to submit to its superiority.' She smiled softly as she expressed that undoubted superiority as he knelt and stared up at her lush figure.

'You'll enjoy that service to me, won't you?' She laughed as Drake nodded his head enthusiastically and strained in the cuffs, eager to humble himself in the duty at that very moment.

Irma kept him bound and spoon fed him as she sat naked on a chair, confident that he would not chance escape, but enjoying seeing him humbled in bondage and kneeling at the table. She enjoyed watching his eyes flit from the spooned offerings to her naked form as she sat cross-legged, dominant and in total control of him. He was then allowed from the cuffs to help dress her, Irma delighting in sitting at her dressing table and directing him with the cane to where the required items were kept, allowing him to become familiar with another service to his Mistress. Drake's submissive anticipation grew with each command from the stern redhead, his bent cock hard as he surveyed the contents of her pantie draw; a black satin high waisted pair demanded of him, she stood proud as he knelt and she stepped into them, and he eagerly slipped them up her soft thighs as she brandished the cane; the concealing of her mature cunt in the black satin enhancing her dominance, making him murmur pitifully through the gag in excitement. She grinned with satisfaction as his fingers released the elasticated waist to hold the hips and softly bulging belly so tantalisingly, and tapped the ball which stopped his speech and made him drool, with her cane.

'I know how you'd love to confirm your adoration vocally, but you'll remain silent till we arrive at my friend's. I'll not hear your voice again till you beg for the caning you've earned; hearing your voice for the first time in uttering your desire for discipline will give the ladies a pleasing thrill, and'll increase my pleasure in granting you your wish.' She smiled with curt pleasure as he snorted hard through his nose at the promise, the gag allowing no protest or affirmation, then simply pointed her cane to the place which held the next item. Drake's senses and his anticipation of the humiliation to come were teased most satisfactorily as he was directed by his Mistress from draw to wardrobe, the anal plug with which he had been gifted providing a constant reminder of his submission with the few steps necessary to fetch at the whim of the mature redhead. She looked down on him with regal supremacy as he rolled the black nylons up the smooth contours of her legs, rested the cane on his shoulders as he slipped the black stilettos onto her feet, stood in dominant elegance as he was made to zip up the tight leather pencil skirt which expressed the globular shape of her arse superbly. Though she already knew exactly what she was to wear, she stood as though pondering her selection, purely to have her slave savour what he faced.

'I'll wear no bra of course; I'll need the maximum freedom of movement in administering the cane; it's only fair that you receive the maximum benefit of what you've earned.' She watched him twitch uncomfortably at the thought, then pointed the very instrument he'd know toward her wardrobe.

'Yes, my black silk blouse, nice and loose about the arms - and the action of the silk against my nipples is so pleasing.' Drake fetched the garment from the array of blouses hanging from where he was directed to, and he knelt between her legs as he fastened each stay, anus tingling as he studied her nipples poke at the smoothness of the black silk. She gave him a stern look as she buckled the leash about his neck once more, then pointed him to his clothes.

'No underwear, no socks, and don't bother with all the buttons on your shirt; you'll strip naked as soon as we arrive, ready for presentation.' The clothes felt like an encumberment to Drake, having spent so long naked, but the trap which projected forward and down created a bulge in the material, pleasing Irma as she tucked the leash into his shirt to hide it. He slipped on his jacket to obscure the scruffiness of his not fully buttoned shirt, and Irma wrapped a scarf around the lower half of his face to hide the gag from prying eyes on their journey. She pointed her cane to a long fur coat which hung by the door, and Drake obliged dutifully, helping her into it; the mink creating a picture of perfect feminine dominance in his eyes as she concealed the cane beneath it with a knowing smile.

Irma gave a glow of satisfaction as she witnessed Drake's troubled stride on walking to the car. The plug had not made its occupancy fully known in the short steps he had taken within his Mistress's house; now ambling the fifty yards or so to the car, Irma stepping swiftly in her impatience to show him off, he found the intruder would indeed remind him of the ownership enforced by the delectable woman whose soft perfume alone seemed to draw him along in her wake. The motion stimulated his prostate, ensuring his entrapped cock, held forward by the curved bar, swelled to the limitations allowed and had his swollen bell-end teased by his own trousers as he walked; there would be no escape from the erotic feelings he held for Irma when out with her.

Irma sat in the rear of the car and directed Drake along the course of their journey, enjoying watching him sweat with the discomfort of being sat on the plug as he operated clutch and brakes, and with the nerves of what lay ahead at the their fast approaching destination. Her stern mood increasing with the satisfaction of her conquest, and with the anticipation of humiliating him so pleasingly as she demonstrated how he had succumbed to her power so obediently; her cunt tingled as she thought on how envious her older friends would be, and how the younger girls spite would be inspired so on viewing the attractive male's obedience to her superiority.

Drake trembled a little on seeing her satisfied smile in the rear view mirror as they drove up to the detached house, the leafy drive keeping the secrets within it away from the outside world. He broke into a cold sweat as he opened the rear door for his Mistress, his eyes transfixed by the elegant black nylon legs and sharp heels as she stepped out. She said nothing, snapping her fingers and strutting up to the door with Drake following her as though drawn by some magnetic force, his stomach turning with a mixture of trepidation and carnal excitement at what he'd let himself be reduced to.

The door opened and Drake watched timidly as a woman of a similar age to Irma greeted his Mistress with a warm but excited smile, hugging her. His balls tingled as he watched the woman tip-toe to embrace Irma, showing the fine condition of her mature legs through the black chiffon slacks she wore, her shapely arse poking pertly in black panties under the thinly veiling material.

'So good to see you again Irma, we were all thrilled to see you've chosen another pet.' She stepped aside as Irma lifted the cane from within her fur, and curtly pointed Drake in with it.

'He offered himself up so easily Eunice; he'll be trained very satisfactorily in no time at all.' Drake swallowed hard as Eunice looked at him with studied contempt, though the half smile betrayed her pleasure at what she saw as she felt his upper arm, and looked him over as you might a horse you'd consider purchasing. Drake eyed the nipples poking from her full breasts through the thin black chiffon as she licked her lips, as Irma barked a command at him.

'Clothes off!... and show her feet the respect you have for all women.' He shed his sparse clothing nervously but quickly, and the two women laughed softly as he knelt and kissed the spiked ankle boots below the flowing chiffon legs. Irma placed her fur on a peg and swished the cane, impatient to hear him humiliate himself and indulge her ego on begging to receive it before her audience. Eunice's cunt swelled as she too savoured seeing him crushed by the feminine dominance his own weakness would bring upon him; she liked what she saw as he kissed her shoes obediently and was already thinking of asking Irma the favour of his services.

Irma's breasts heaved as she sneered down at her new prize, taking his leash and tugging him from the worship of Eunice's feet.

'We'll not delay the pleasure of the ladies, or mine, any longer. Let's go and have them hear you request what you've earned, and we both desire.'

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Aug 23, 2018 in femdom

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