BDSM Library - Story: The Landlady's New Pet, Chapter: Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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