Property of the Mother-in-law

Brad had known that any former existence he’d known was over, permanently, on submitting to Penny Chantry ... and more so to her Mother, Elaine ... at the altar at St. Hilda’s. He had been betrothed to them both in the eyes of dominant feminine society, and having pledged himself to a life of absolute servitude to them both, his life since had been one long and eternal submissive dream as Elaine conditioned him into what a good and devoted husband should be, when committed to the obedience of womanhood.

His marriage to Penny was to be no more than a sham, simply a means to relieve Brad of his wealth and property, and both she and Elaine took great pleasure in seeing to it that he witnessed his own cuckolding immediately after the marriage ceremony, a humiliation ritual witnessed by guests from the wedding, eager to see the groom put firmly in his rightful place.

Brad watched, leashed and erect under the control of a smug Elaine, and equally smug, mature and matriarchal guests, as Penny was mounted by her chosen and equally submissive stud. Hooded to allow him anonymity and Brad a further sense of mystery in bewilderment, Elaine and the guests applauded his grunts and Penny’s lusty cries in orgasm, as her wedding night was consummated in the age old tradition of St. Hilda’s. No greater pleasure was shown than that by Madam Edith Harper, who had caned Brad to tears at St. Hilda’s College for masturbation over Penny, her fulfillment peaking on seeing him duly cuckolded by her, her treatment of him in seeing to his path to submission, a truly erotic success. She could not keep her words to herself, on seeing the stud spurt lustily into the bride’s welcoming cunt, her eyes then sneering down at the bewildered but boning erect Brad.

“Such a sweet success, seeing the bride enjoy her wedding night ... and the groom’s consummation yet to be enjoyed by us all, I can see he’s more than ready for it.” Elaine sneered down at Brad, as the panting stud slipped his slickly coated cock from Penny’s cunt, and knelt on the floor with his head down, to one side of the bed, his half-erect cock dripping the evidence of his pleasure, to sneering applause from the feminine audience.

“I’m so going to enjoy this, but I can’t wait to feel the sun of La Virago Bay again ... and show off my new property there.” Edith grinned jealously, as Elaine tugged her new slave forward to commence a duty his feminine audience were relishing, his gait awkward and duly appreciated with spiteful pleasure by the watching women, as his erection was stimulated by the silver anal plug he was still coming to terms with the feeling of, he unable to disguise the rude pleasure it’s stimulation of his prostate awarded him, the mature woman enjoying his labored but excited progress as she grinned at Elaine.

“I had an Idea you’d choose the warmth of the community there for your honeymoon ... and there’s to be a ‘tranquilizing’ ceremony there next week ... I do so envy you.” Brad’s ears no more than twitched at the thought of what a tranquilizing ceremony was, as he’d guessed at the ordeal which lay ahead of him on Elaine seeing him to the bed on which Penny lay, his ears also aware of the rapturous applause which greeted his arrival there. The feminine crowd sneered and snorted with smug contempt for the groom, as the bride obligingly slipped to the edge of the bed and spread her legs, her sneer matching any of the women’s there, as she presented her messy cunt for the attention of her newly cuckolded husband. Elaine pushed his head down, her smile supreme as the audience of women showed spiteful delight in their utter contempt for a defeated male, bound by strict dominance to perform a duty to womanhood, his cock poking erect in submission as he sniffed at his wife’s sated cunt.

“Lick it all up boy! ... then we’ll have you play your part in consummating the marriage!” Brad’s humiliation was as ripe and cutting as it had ever been yet, as a sneering Penny pumped her cunt and had semen ooze from its warm depths to trickle down across the sweaty pucker of her anus, while he meekly offered his tongue forward to offer obedient service under the satisfied sneering of a haughty audience of femininity, righteous in their justified satisfaction at what they were about to witness. Their goading reached a crescendo as he swept his tongue up the crevice of her cunt, scooping a globule of spent seed and feminine juices, his erect cock bobbing stiffly from below the white silk shroud he’d been made to wear at the marriage ceremony, despite his tasting the acrid flavor of cuckolded defeat for the first time. Elaine couldn’t resist taunting her new property, also wedded to her in a dual bonding in the eyes of dominant womanhood.

“This is the only service you’ll offer my Daughter’s cunt, but get used to that taste ... I intend to have you relish the flavor of other male’s seed, and I’ll give you plenty of opportunity to acquire the taste for it!” The mature redhead’s cunt tingled with a pompous pleasure, amid the ironic and cynical laughter from the crowd of matriarchs, at her brash admission that she intended to be as slutty as she could, in the enjoyment of masculinity put to good service ... and how her new ‘husband’ would enjoy those services too. Brad’s anus tingled wildly, his cock dribbling pre-cum, as he thought on that humiliation served on him by the woman he worshipped, as he eagerly licked spent cum from the tangs of Penny’s seasoned pucker.

The audience bayed and goaded as the servile male showed his absolute submission to feminine authority in completing his duty, his tongue seeking out every last morsel of shot seed, Penny’s smile of satisfaction radiant, as her cunt and arsehole are left slickly clean and shiny by the cuckold’s tongue, the watching women knowing what was now to follow. Elaine tugged him up on the leash, to have his audience delight in inspecting his face, now as messy as Penny’s cunt had been ... the redhead then ensuring his utter humiliation before them.

“You’ll play your part in consummating the marriage now ... masturbate! ... have every woman here witness your pleasure in seeing your wife fucked! ... and the confirmation of your absolute surrender to both she and I! ... MASTURBATE!” She jerked his head back so’s every woman there could witness the expression on his face, as he eagerly grasped his boning cock and began to strop in humiliation, knowing the blissful wasting of his seed would symbolize his impotence of use to both his new wives ... and set the servile marriages in stone to all those women overseeing his disgrace with pompous satisfaction.

Those women began a slow handclap in time, increasing in rapidity along with the strength of their sneering, as a smiling Jenny and Elaine watched him stimulate his erect cock with his own hand, his humiliation in self abuse so obviously thoroughly enjoyed, as seen in the facial expression he couldn’t hide ... and as that handclap reached its spiteful crescendo, Brad’s face contorted in the bliss of utter humiliation before womanhood, as a silky loop of hot semen erupted from his cock ... consummating his marriage and showing every woman there his pathetic pleasure in being dominated, his true colors confirmed indelibly amid the sneering laughter of women as he jerked spurt after spurt in submissive ecstasy.

Elaine did not allow him to drop his head, as the cynical applause of dominant matriarchy greeted his successful masturbation, the evidence of it, strewn in globules upon the floor between his kneeling body and Penny’s spread feet. Though Penny would have little use for him, except when introducing him to the tastes of chosen studs on occasion, he was now officially Elaine’s to do with as her whims took her ... and she had many sexually dominant whims which Brad would be made to enjoy, starting with their honeymoon. Penny simply closed her legs, and led away on a leash the stud who’d provided Brad with the taste of things to come; the applause at her whimsical departure, confirmation Brad would not honeymoon with her, Elaine jerking his leash to gain his full attention as she smiled spitefully down on him.

“You’re all mine now my pet ... now lick that mess up!”

Brad had just finished licking Elaine’s cunt to satisfaction by the pool, when the ‘cooeee’ of the haughty Gladys Pinner echoed across the garden, and the pompous strut of the blonde, buxom, and primly dressed women kept Brad’s erection nice and stiff as she left her garden for Elaine’s. The redhead smiled as her neighbor wheeled a suitcase up to her.

“First again Gladys ... you are keen!” The redhead grinned, as keen as Gladys in thinking on her destination, having come to a wholesome orgasm with the thought of it.

“You keep an eye on my pet while I change for the journey ... the others will be here soon, and so will the taxis ... I’m so going to enjoy this honeymoon!” Gladys stood hand on hip in her tight outfit, very reminiscent of the sort of dress women wore in the fifties, her gracious curves and breasts displayed to supreme effect, stood tall on stiletto heels ... and enjoying the perplexed look upon Brad’s bewildered face.

“You didn’t think you’d be honeymooning alone with Elaine did you?...” She sneered as she pointed a finger down to the toes of her stilettos.

“We’re all going to enjoy some sun, all the ladies attended and presented you with their dirty laundry when Elaine decided to take you on, we’re all going to have our enjoyment of you ... and enjoy other entertainments ... now kiss my feet.” He didn’t hesitate, boning rigid at the simple gesture of showing his subservience to all women, her mention of the laundry reminding him of the tangy whiffs of her gusset, when he’d attended hers, as he gratefully plied his lips to her shiny patent stiletto toecaps. Gladys grinned with satisfaction at his obedience, her cunt tingling at the thought of walking naked on the beach at their destination, showing him naked on a leash as part-owner of him, her nipples would poke hard as other women saw her command over him ... and the Tranquilization Ceremony; she’d not seen one of those for some time.

“ ... there’s a little ceremony to take place whilst we’re there ... you’ll find it most invigorating and unforgettable, as a male.” Brad felt her body tense with a mental stimulation she felt at the thought, as he continued to ply his lips adoringly to her feet, the footsteps of Elaine behind him, and her chuckle at his position, bringing the excited woman back to immediate reality.

“I see you’re having him entertain you already, Gladys my dear ... and thinking of ‘tranquilizing’...” Brad heard the gentle clatter of a tray being placed upon the table, and the sound of garments being dropped to the floor from under her arm as Gladys lifted his head with her foot and had him turn to see his new wife. The stiffness of his erection was not eased by the sight of the redhead, primly dressed in a similar attire to Gladys, a theme obviously pre-chosen by the women ... their bold and prim femininity would draw attention as they travelled, and he’d be seen among them. Elaine pointed to the tray which had three items upon it, two tall glass tumblers and a plain looking cup, as she also deftly kicked the items of clothing chosen, toward her property.

“Iced tea Gladys?...” Gladys stepped up and took it, sneering down at Brad as he gathered the clothes on his knees, Elaine’s eyes going to him with smiling contempt.

“You’ll get those things on, then you’ll drink this ... we can’t have you too excited on the journey, we’ll have absolute and total obedience.” Gladys smirked wickedly as Brad slipped on the curious yellow tinted attire chosen for him, and sniffed at the cup as he picked it up.

“Oh yes, and it’ll add to the mystery of our destination...” She smiled down at Brad, on giving out information that Elaine was patently aware of, unable to resist enthusing about the hedonistic place they were bound for, he bound in more than one sense.

“ ... we know it as La Virago Bay, but that’s its pet name ... we’ve long forgotten its real name, such have been the delights it’s provided since women took over there.” Elaine grinned clicked, her fingers in dominant fashion, her enthusiasm for it, growing too.

“Get that down you, now!” He didn’t resist, the cold liquid having little more taste than the fruit juice which masked whatever it concealed. Brad soon felt a little light headed, his erection pulsing stiffly, in need of relief as at least five more of the local society women appeared, all expressing their curves in very business-like fifties attire, the bold statement of their femininity would be noticed by one and all ... and so would his obvious secondary importance to them, in a baggy pale yellow suit. The women laughed as both Elaine and Gladys prompted him to offer his greetings to them as they arrived, the new arrivals thoroughly enjoying the tease as he struggled to even offer simple responses, such as a mere ‘Madam’.

Though reduced to a catatonic state, by the sedative, he found he could walk with ease when commanded by Elaine on the arrival of the taxis, her commands met and responded to immediately, and in utter obedience. His cock bulged and oozed pre-cum within his underwear, his anal plug seemingly extra stimulating with every movement, with the submissive pleasure of being doubly under her control, helpless to disobey in any way, even in thought, as the sedative took control too. He remembered being at the airport, remembered the curt smiles from other people milling past, at the sight of a male so apparently subservient to primly dressed and mature women, and most of all, the curt smiles from the more mature stewardesses at the silent obedience of a male, they thinking he simply henpecked ... but so obviously dominated by female authority.

The whereabouts of La Virago Bay would remain a mystery to him for now; he had no recollection of the airport destination, and very little of the fight which seemed to last mere minutes. His only real memory of the flight, was the sneering laughter of the women, sat aside, before, and behind him, while he, sat between Elaine and Gladys, felt his cock liberated from his fly by Elaine’s slender and manicured hand. The laughter rang in his ears as he shot his mess to a silk handkerchief held by Gladys, the surrender of his seed exquisitely given in the pure bliss of being completely under her control, the ecstatic release of his cream in submission followed by slumber, and dreams of what lay ahead.

His only other recollection of that moment, on pulsing out the last of his gratefully submitted seed, and feeling Gladys smartly wipe his poking bell, was a statement by her to all, which aided the erotic dreams he was about to indulge in, during his slumber.

“Just think ladies, there’s another male on a flight somewhere, probably enjoying the same relief ... but savoring it oh so much more!” The cynical laughter added to the fuel which would seed his dreams, as his spent cock was slipped back into concealment, but remained partially erect with the eroticism of his controlled situation.

He couldn’t make out the language spoken by the female cab driver as they wound their way through countless costal roads in a sparsely populated but sultry looking landscape, but her knowing smile at him, told him she was no stranger to transporting women of a certain disposition, and enjoyed a certain pleasure herself in seeing the males that accompanied them. The entourage of similarly female piloted cabs reached a palm shaded lane which led to a wall stretching up a hill out of sight, and down the cliff in the opposite direction, a double gate in which was opened on their approach, the legend on it bearing the information ‘Private, Privat, Privado, and Privee’ giving him no further clue as to where he was, but confirming it was somewhere he’d be more than captive.

Brad was beginning to regain his full senses, as a tightly uniformed woman strutted out on high heels, her face fixed in a confident smirk. His cock perked again on studying the woman, her uniform not military, but obviously more than just the normal corporate business wear; a short whip attached to the black belt about her waist, complementing her white blouse and tight black skirt. She looked in to the cab, her smirk intensifying on seeing a yellow suited male, sat in obedience between two mature women ... so obviously under their control.

“Is this the Tranquilization Party?” Elaine smirked as the others in the cab tittered with a perverse pleasure.

“No, unfortunately ... Elaine Chantry, Honeymoon.” The uniformed woman smiled politely at Elaine, her smile tinged with a sneer as she then focused on Brad, seeing him to another erection with the mystery of it all.

“Oh ... that’s a shame, he looks ready for it.” The women laughed as she waved the cabs through, Brad’s perplexed mind wrestling with the comments, and erroneously thinking that his sedation might be something to do with ‘Tranquilization’ ... but he was to learn differently. The women’s laughter turned to smiles of contentment as the cabs wound their way through lush vegetation, glimpses of an azure sea provided along the way, then a grandiose Hotel emerged, close to a secluded but sizeable cove with a white sand beach. The Art Deco structure standing tall and gleaming white with sky blue lines complimenting it’s form, a relic from around 1930 which had been well cared for. Gladys gave out some of her knowledge, for both Brad’s benefit, and for the other women who might not know, but would get the information anyhow.

“They say it was built for a dictator of some sort, no doubt dictated to by his wife ... it’s been owned by a succession of many women since, no-one knows what happened to the dictator ... an no-one cares.” The cabs traversed a gushing fountain which fronted the building, the women smirking as Brad took in the central statue which stood within its gurgling waters; a woman standing tall, her face severe, a white marble whip trailing down to where her fixed eyes stared, curled over the backs of three males, prone and adoring her feet. Elaine gave a satisfied sigh as she viewed Brad’s interest with an air of contempt.

“Oh yes my pet, this is a place of hedonistic paradise ... from a dominant woman’s perspective of course.” If that vision and her statement were not enough to have him erect with submissive awe, the chuckling of the women at the sight which greeted them next, left him in no doubt of the strict feminine authority that was the order there. As the cabs pulled up, two smartly attired and officious women learned at the doors that opened, and clapping their hands, a troupe of awkwardly gaited maids scurried out in their French Maid outfits, their short black skirts fashioned revealingly high, so as to show the bulges in their black pantyhose below ... Brad gasping at realizing that despite the absolute femininity of some, perched on precariously high heels, each was a feminized male, and each ball-gagged to ensure absolute vocal silence.

Cynical applause and sneers of contemptuous pleasure were awarded the maids as they bent and picked the items of luggage in strict obedience, overseen by the two officious women, ensuring that their service to womanhood was offered in absolute servitude. Elaine sneered with a lusty passion, her nipples poking hard as Brad was pointed to the floor to adopt his rightful position on all fours, then collared and leashed as she mused over the facially made-up and wigged maids teetering on heels with baggage.

“Each of these came as a guest with an owning woman, and were left as gifts to the hotel, indentured to a lifetime of service to femininity ... all unaware of their fates on arrival, most reluctant of the severance from their mistresses at first, all hopelessly submissive like you and having been shown and taught their new roles under strict discipline, thrilled by the perpetual humiliation they now endure as serving maids.” Brad noted how the stern sneers of the two officious women were often accompanied by flicks of the short whips at the black hosed legs of certain maids, having lingered a little to long in their task as their backsides were patted tauntingly by mature women of authority, the thrill of humiliation blissful to them now ... and the flick of a whip from higher female authority, adding to their submissive delight for daring show too much pleasure in their perpetual disgrace.

The maids disappeared as quickly as they’d arrived, ferrying the luggage through the rear of the main hotel building, not to its upper floors, Brad noting through the rear doors that a village-like complex of villas and bars existed beyond the hotel frontage, and the sound of breakers on the beach was quite distinct. It seemed that the maids new exactly which residence to take the various women’s apparel to, this having been pre-determined. A black satin dressed woman, tall and slender but with full round breasts shock poked their nipples hard through the shiny fabric, looked down at the leashed male with contempt through her horn-rimmed glasses, then grinned up at Elaine with a smoother and welcoming smile.

“Madam Chantry ... I’ll be delighted to show you the Honeymoon Villa, and your friends their accommodation surrounding it.” She walked from behind the reception counter and smiled down at Brad with whimsical eyes as she stood hand on hip and continued her dialogue with Elaine, those poking nipples somehow enhancing her authority, and her pleasure in it.

“We hope you’ll make further visits of course ... and perhaps leave us a gift, should your circumstances change.” Elaine and the entourage of mature femininity laughed at her obvious reflection on recruiting the groom, when Elaine inevitably tired of his novelty, as was the whim of every woman, be it as a maid ... or one of the other duties that males owned by the hotel endured, as he was yet to discover. Elaine had her still yellow suited property as erect as any of those maids had no doubt been, with her next haughty and smugly delivered statement to her host.

“Allow me a few days use of my new husband, and I’ll let you have him for a day if you like? ... you can assess his worth, you’ll find his tongue service most satisfying, there’s nothing he relishes more than being made to come whilst being dominated giving anal service.” Brad boned rigid as he studied the curves of the mature woman’s rear as it swiveled in the tight black satin, the titters of the women at Elaine’s words, more in cynical concurrence with what she’d said, than at its belittling humor ... each of those women no stranger to the servile and willing extensions of his tongue at their mature puckers. The Hotelier’s horned glasses were turned toward the male scrabbling on all fours to keep up, her lips pursed, her cunt warming to the thought of dominating yet another fresh male.

“Oh yes please, that’s most kind of you, I’d love to have him see hotel life from our perspective ... and how liberated his submissiveness might become, through certain duties.” Brad’s cock pulsed at the thought of that liberation, and the thought of what was behind that shiny satin, the sedation he’d been given, having now truly worn off ... but it’s aphrodisiac qualities having him yearn to know the firm hand of mature womanhood. His relief by that manner was to be obliged shortly, the other women applauding and waiting outside, as Elaine and her obedient property were shown to a well appointed villa with its own little pool, a veritable home from home in its external appearance ... its internal appearance, more in keeping with the needs of a dominant woman, imposing her ownership upon her newly enslaved husband.

Brad gasped, and Elaine sighed contentedly, as both the kitchen and utility room were set out with the appliances at one end, and leather couches at the other, so’s the newly enslaved grooms could be observed and taunted by the bride and her guests whilst put to the rigors of household duties. Elaine chuckled spitefully on seeing two washing machines in the utility, ensuring communal laundry duties could continue, even on honeymoon.

“Look my pet, you can enjoy your pantie sniffing duties whilst we’re here ... and think how spicy the ladies gussets will be, what with the warmth of the climate and the excitements to be had here.” The Hotelier grinned in concurrence with Elaine’s thoughts, as she opened the door to the bathroom and toilet. Brad gasped further, almost letting out a whimper, on seeing a glass throne, its see-through quality leaving nothing to the imagination, as madam put it to good use, and beside it on the floor of the wet room, a bed length flat plastic cushion, a perspex box at its head with a rubberized arch to hold a neck firm, whilst the prone slave peered up at the toilet seat above ... and the cunt and anus set to make the chosen delivery. The Hotelier smirked spitefully at the staring slave.

“As you can see, we like to cater for all tastes and desires here...” Brad erected hard in his yellow suit, seeing that plastic seating was once again set out against one end of the bathroom ... he could already imagine Gladys and some of the other women, sat enjoying his humiliation, and awaiting their turn with full bladders ... and perhaps worse. The lounge was more homely, albeit decked out with black leather seating; erotic comfort for madam after an exciting day, but the bedroom...

Elaine chuckled approvingly at seeing the bedroom was the biggest room in the villa, the black silken bed set in the center of the room, access to all sides available, the underside of the bed, a cage in which a slave could be interred, whilst mistress was entertained by a chosen stud on the bedding above; the perfect position for unworthy slaves ... or grooms selected for their material wealth, brides indulging in carnal pleasures enhanced in knowing their worthless partners endured the ecstasy above, kept firmly in their place. Either side of the bed were large X frames, on which slaves could be shackled and dealt with appropriately, an array of whips and canes upon the walls nearby, with which any new husband could be shown his position in the marriage ... and of course, the end of the bedroom around the door on both sides, an array of seating where feminine guests could ogle any debacle forced upon the new groom.

Elaine sighed impatiently, her cunt sorely in need of further attention, the Hotelier guessing her desire, and strutting toward the entrance door, glancing at the leashed male as she went.

“I’ll leave you to get comfortable, whilst I show your friends their villas ... I dare say I’ll have the use of your pet in a few days time...” She grinned wickedly at the crouching cur, her cunt tingling at the opportunity of a fresh tongue put to good use.

“ ... he’ll be more than ready to show absolute obedience, after witnessing the ceremony tomorrow.” Elaine laughed as she waved her out, then let his leash drop, standing over him, hand on hip.

“Strip!” He didn’t hesitate, shedding the clothes he’d been made to wear, his a us tingling as it gripped at the plug, the array of punitive equipment leaving him in no doubt that the humiliations he’d suffered since being commandeered by Madam Elaine Chantry, were going to continue in earnest. His pulsed rigid as he knelt before the huge bed, watching Elaine discard her tight clothes to reveal her majestic curves and the smoothly shaven cunt he worshipped. She lay back on the silken bed, laughing to herself at the sensual feeling as she lifted her thighs, teasing him with a view of her puffy lips and inviting anal pucker.

“Get up here and lick my cunt ... now!” He scrambled up to the bed in wanton obedience, and felt his progress halted by a prod of a stiff whip she’d acquired from the array.

“You have a damn good sniff first! ... I want you to savor and suffer every moment we’re here!” Brad sniffed hard and long at the two delicious orifices which teased his vision, bringing an incessant tingle to his balls and anus as he was held to order by her magnificent and unbending authority, the whiff from her cunt confirming her erotic excitement in bring him here, enslaved, the tang from her pouting pucker which she squeezed and dilated for his further teasing, so richly scented by her mood and the sticky journey. She grinned with satisfaction as he humped and thrust at the sheets uncontrollably, longing to come at just the womanly scents which assailed his senses ... but Elaine was not to allow that on her bed just yet.

“Don’t you dare come! ... you’re here for my satisfaction, and when you’ve entertained me, I’m going to show you on a leash down at the beach...” She sneered as she pulled her thighs back and eased her cunt lips apart with her manicured fingers, showing him the moist pink flesh within.

“ ... I’ll have you yearning to come when you’re paraded in public for the first time ... your pathetic manhood will show one and all just how you enjoy being dominated by me ... now lick my cunt!” Brad’s anus gripped at the plug, which would also display his utter defeat to womanhood, at the thought of being shown on a leash by Elaine. It had been a dark and submissively erotic pleasure being shown on a leash at the wedding, but the thought of being shown as a beaten and owned slave in public, made it very hard for him to not lose his seed to the sheets ... but as his tongue lapped at her fleshy labia and teased up at her poking clitoris, the submissive bliss of denial by her became as erotic as coming. She sighed with extra emphasis as his tongue caressed her clitoris, goading him all the more with her power, and musing on events to come.

“Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes ... you might think the indignities you face here will be extreme, but just wait till you see what happens to an item of masculinity tomorrow ... you’ll come like never before after seeing it ... when I allow it, of course.” She slipped her fingers down to meet his tongue at her clitoris, and barked her command.

“Arsehole! ... Ohhh yes! ... now!!!” The pleasure of Brad’s denial intensified as he gratefully paid homage to the warmth of her sticky pucker, its tight texture and tangy tastes as his tongue circled its ribbed surface then poked deep, stimulating his thrusting cock close to the point of no return, the erotic combination of its tactile pleasure whilst being utterly dominated by the mature woman who well and truly owned him, needing his every last ounce of willpower not to soil the sheets in submission. But he had been ordered not to come, and the throb of his cock in need of what was denied him, offered a perverse and erotic pleasure of its own, as Madam Elaine Chantry moaned at the lush pleasure of her haughty dominance as his obedience awarded her a lusty and much needed orgasm at his expense. With her legs now taut, and her toes pointing high, Brad marveled at the mature woman’s sexual beauty as he probed his tongue deep into her anus and sniffed hard at her slippery cunt, as those manicured fingers brought her to a victorious climax.

Brad’s aching balls and boning erection were not helped by Elaine’s curt smile, on slipping from the bed and pulling a shiny black spandex garment from her baggage, strategically placed where she’d be able to access it immediately. She grinned at his seed face and standing cock as he knelt on the bed and watched her slip her curves into a one piece swimsuit, the bulges of her full breasts still poking their nipples in relief through the shiny black fabric, her freshly sated cunt profiled equally tightly, the lush peach showing the eternal excitement of her dominance over masculinity. Brad gasped, his cock dribbling, on studying her beautifully mature thighs and calves, as she slipped on ludicrously high heeled black stilettos with further impatience. She jerked his leash, and tugged him down from the bed.

“Time to show you to the ladies on the beach ... there’ll be plenty out promenading and sunbathing at this time of day...” She grinned wickedly on picking a suitably flexible cane from a selection in an umbrella stand before opening the door, flooding the room with bright sunlight, and having him feel his exposure immediately.

“ ... and their contempt for you is going to be so enjoyable ... I can’t wait to tell them that the girl you once thought you’d be here with, is away being royally fucked by the stud of her choice.” Her cynical laugh was broadcast as loudly as she could, bringing attention to her victorious stride as she led out her leashed and naked property on all fours, for the amusement of all femininity. Just the warm breezes and an occasional flick of her cane on his naked flesh kept his cock stimulated to a boning erection, never mind the dominant strut of the mature woman that owned him, and was determined to have the world see she was in complete control of a younger male ... who willingly endured defeat to her authority.

The walkways which wended their way down and around to the beach had been cleverly constructed with just the display that Elaine was enjoying in mind; while she strutted on tall heels upon a stone but gritty pathway, the track beside it was a sand covered trough twice the width of the path, with a corresponding stone path the other side. This allowed the daily walking of leashed slaves to wherever in the complex, without their losing too much skin, if any, on the most prolonged of outings. Also, either side of the dual pathway, were planted numerous palms which offered plenty of shade, so’s even a walk desired at midday by any mistress, could be made without fear of either owner or slave suffering sunstroke in the near ever-present sun.

Brad’s balls tingled on noting that sand in the trough had been well disturbed by frequent use, and it wasn’t long before he felt the enthusiastic extra tug on his leash from Elaine, as another stern woman and her pet came into view, ascending from the direction of the beach, a morning’s humiliation on the leash having been enjoyed by both. He could see the cur on the leash was as excited as he, at being the object of derision and utter contempt in the eyes of womanhood, rudely erect at the pleasure of being shown for the hopelessly submissive and beaten male he was ... but a full hood kept his facial expressions neatly censored. His female owner grinned with pompous delight as their approach was imminent.

“So nice to see you here yet again, Elaine...” She smirked with spite as she looked down on the named and unmasked Brad.

“ ... so good to see your latest property ... this one officially yours, so I understand.” Elaine grinned as she jerked his head up on the leash, to allow the woman a good look.

“Oh yes, my official property, my latest husband ... gifted me by my daughter, she knows exactly how I like my males.” The woman gave him a stern sneer, as she looked upon his recently striped backside with some jealousy.

“It’s very busy down at the beach this morning, lots of talk about tomorrow’s Tranquilization ... he’ll get lots of spite today, and won’t forget his first humiliating visit, that’s for sure!” She chuckled to herself and gave the hooded male a commanding tug on the leash.

“Walk on!” Elaine grinned as the hooded male waddled away from their view, content at having been shown to yet another woman, Brad’s head turned to watch the departure, his owner knowing he was puzzled by the hood.

“Don’t think the hood is there to preserve his dignity ... quite the opposite...” She sneered with contentment as she tugged him along, continuing the journey.

“ ... he was shown just as you are today, and when every woman here had got to know him through taunts and perpetual humiliations, he was then hooded to remove his personality completely; he’s just an object now, the plaything of his Mistress...” She smirked with further smug contentment as the hooded cur was led away into the distance.

“ ... but every woman here knows who he was, enhancing their pleasure at his anonymity, the hood thrilling him with the utter disgrace it awards him...” She sneered whimsically as she continued.

“ ... and some women have taken that disgrace a step further, as you’ll see.” Brad could now smell the sea itself, as his cock bolted rigid on seeing a group of women ahead, laughing callously at something ... then he saw what looked like a strangely deformed Dalmatian, on a leash held one of the women. Elaine oozed a pleasure of her own, so noticeable in her speech, as they drew closer.

“Here’s a fine example of what I was talking about ... justice served up deliciously.” Brad gasped, his erect cock pulsing, on seeing the shame a male had been reduced to. A no doubt, once proud and cocksure male, had been made to wear a pvc body suit, white with black spots, a rude black tail attached to an anal plug, wagged with every movement he made, his head masked with a dog’s head hood, complete with saggy ears, his leash attached to a broad collar. The laughter of the women ensured his cock poked rigid with sweet humiliation from a hole under the rear of his body suit, his shaven balls ringed with a silver clasp at the scrotum neck; proof of ownership adding to his defeat. As they drew closer, Elaine smiled at the cur’s owner, and made her pleasure at what she saw so obvious, leering down at the pathetic male.

“This was Alexander Bradbury esquire, now known as ‘Spot’ when paraded in public...” She looked to his owner and smiled softly at her.

“Do you mind, Dierdre?” The woman grinned, along with her small audience.

“Oh, be my guest, Elaine.” Brad looked on in see as his mistress bent and cupped the canine impersonater’s exposed balls in her hand, Brad noticing the eyes behind the mask, closing, and his cock perking rigid as Elaine continued her belittlement of him whilst fondling his shaven sack...

“ ... he made the error of referring to Dierdre, his wife, as a ‘dog’, to a friend of hers, with whom he was having one of his then frequent affairs ... the last one he’d have...” Brad heard his sigh, and saw his boning cock dribble pre-cum with submissive pleasure as she gently squeezed his balls to have him know they were at her mercy, Elaine’s curt smile having him know she was thoroughly enjoying his humiliation.

“Of course, he was unaware that the woman he was having his latest affair with, was known to Dierdre, nor that she was a dominatrix who would accept no disobedience from a male ... and she soon brought out the weakness that exists in all men, introducing him to her iron will and taking great pleasure in dominating him...” Dierdre sighed, never tiring of the pleasure in showing her authority over her once overbearing husband, jerking his leash with a sneer.

“Beg!” The audience of women laughed with spiteful cynicism as ‘Spot’ immediately adopted a begging position, on his knees with arms up, his cock jutting rudely. Brad’s balls tingled with a submissive lust of his own, at seeing another male reduced to the dominated plaything of a woman, she, so thoroughly and rightfully enjoying his humiliation. The begging dog’s cock pulsed erect and needy at the laughter of his feminine audience, as the sternly authoritative woman continued.

“ ... at first, it had simply been my intention to divorce him, but my friend had awoken me to the pleasures of domination, and after advising me of what he’d described me as, a dog ... I decided to become a bitch, eternally.” Brad’s own exposure was brought home in a deeply erotic fashion, as the dog’s strict and undeniable owner smiled curtly at him.

“Your new husband would look so fetching in a doggie suit Elaine, do let me know if you require one ... once all the ladies have taken in his face of defeat.” She flicked the flank of her hound with the short whip she carried, and emphasized her absolute control over him.

“Down boy! ... time to go and see the pets on the ladies only side of the resort!” Her pet gasped audibly, excited close to losing his seed, as Dierdre smiled at Elaine knowingly, both patently aware of the lesbian sector, both having indulged in the pleasures of dominating submissive members of their own gender there, on those odd occasions when the extremes of their sexualities led them astray. Brad watched Dierdre’s broad backside cheeks shuffle in her tight skirt as she began to lead her dog of a dominated husband on a path to a pleasure he could only imagine, though she gave him an insight ... arousing him further on proudly leading her gratefully humiliated husband away.

“He has special dispensation to enter the area, the ladies so enjoy seeing him sniff the backsides and then service their bitches ... they love to film it for later amusement... “ The women laughed as the husband reduced to a dog took the strain of the leash impatiently, just like the canine he’d become, Dierdre flicking his backside with her whip and making her parting comment.

“ ... of course, he pays for his disgraceful behavior later.” The humor of the watching women, departed with Dierdre’s exit with her shamed husband, and turned to an enjoyable spite aimed at the novice pet with Elaine, their thoughts then reverting to the perversely intrusive topic that was foremost on their minds, and excited the sadism in them all. A suitably sneering and naturally spiteful looking redhead broached the subject with Elaine, her thoughtful eyes drifting toward Brad as she spoke.

“I take it you’re as ready as we are to enjoy the Tranquilization tomorrow ... though it’ll be a shame, in a way, to see a male relieved of his torment.” Brad’s erection pulsed, teased by a woman who along with her friends, guessed that he was unaware of the circumstances of a ritual which every woman seemed obsessed with. Elaine added her tease, increasing the air of eroticism and the mystery of it.

“Oh, he might be relieved of a torment of one kind, but no doubt he’ll enter a world of eternal torments elsewhere!” The sneering redhead grinned, her cunt and poking nipples prominent with sadistic excitement through her tight bikini as she addressed her redheaded likeness further.

“If you’re on your way to the beach, you’ll pass the place of Tranquilization of course ... the bench has been set out ready, for everyone to savor...” She sighed with pleasure.

“ ... it’s going to be such a thrill, seeing a male get just what he’s begged for ... and just what he has so thoroughly earned.” Elaine grinned broadly, her own cunt swelling with arousal, as eager to have her new pet see the place where the erotic deed would take place, as she was to show him off on the beach. She bid the leering women good day, and flicked his exposed cheeks with her cane.

“0n!” With the excitement of the group of women’s pleasure at his humiliation and the mystery of what was to come teasing his mind, the plug tight in his anus now made its presence felt in earnest, its stimulation intensified by the sneering pleasure of the redhead he’d just met, at the fact that a male had begged for something so obviously extreme, had him close to losing his seed as Elaine strutted in dominance within sight of the ocean. He could smell the salt air and hear the distant crashing of breakers as they reached a spot where a huge depression in the landscape existed. Elaine jerked his leash and had him crawl out from the sandy trough and kneel beside her on the hard pathway, to stare down at the vista below.

What greeted Brad’s eyes was eerily awesome, the spiteful pleasure of the women having him know that something erotically sinister was to happen there. He took in a huge bowl-like depression, like a natural amphitheatre, crudely cut steps cut into its sides to allow as many spectators as possible an unobstructed view of whatever sordid proceedings were to take place. His cock pulsed at seeing a strange, arch shaped bench down at its center, the rear of it, with two splayed legs in a V shape, shackles at the end of each padded leg. And placed to the front of it, he could just make out a small bowl, and though an innocuous object by itself ... his cock pulsed rigid at just why it was there, as Elaine chuckled wickedly.

“That’s where we’ll have some entertainment tomorrow, everything’s in place, to have us women savor what’s to come...” She rubbed her cunt throughout her swimsuit, closing her eyes and sighing out her next words.

“ ... and as a submissive male, you’ll thoroughly enjoy its significance too.” After bringing the profile of her cunt into an inviting view within the tight fabric of her swimsuit, she pulled his face to her crotch.

“You just sniff at how excited that makes me ... the we’ll have you paraded for what you’ve become, before all the ladies on the beach.” She grinned as he gratefully snorted and sniffed hard at the black peach, taking in her womanly spice, his wanting cock pulsing rigid as he knelt on a leash ... knowing exactly what he’d become, and longing to be shown in humiliation as hers.

His anus tingled with a little trepidation as the palm lined path descended to the beach, his thoughts going to the last time he’d visited a beach, and how the sea air had his eyes seek out the more mature and possibly dominant women. The taut leash had his cock bone rigid as numerous women came into sight, each and every one a dominatrix of varying degrees, the leash teasing him to a confirmation of just how critically his life had changed, permanently ... he’d no need to furtively glance and guess at women on the beach now; each would demand his total obedience, and none more so than the pompously strutting Mother-in- Law. Her cunt bulged with excitement as leering eyes turned toward her ... and more so to the defeated wretch that so many had familiarized with at the wedding, now shamed in public, and stiffly erect, unable to hide the thrill of being seen for what he was, utterly dominated by womanhood.

His a us tingled wildly and gripped at the plug which confirmed his lowly status and assisted in keeping his cock rigid with excitement, his blushing face bringing teasing sneers and curt jeering from the large groups of very pompous looking women, adoring smiles given to the haughty mother-in-law come wife, as she strode toward them, completely in control of her newly enslaved husband. Brad nearly shot his mess on seeing Marjory Hamilton there amongst women he recalled with shame from the wedding, and so many others witnessing his shameful defeat for the first time, some openly rubbing their mature cunts through the tight fabric of their swimsuits; nothing excited them more than seeing a younger male, no doubt previously cocky, owned and in obedience to a woman of their age.

Being the women’s legal contact, Marjory had thoroughly enjoyed seeing to it that Brad was made to sign over all he owned in wealth and property to Madam Elaine Chantry, thus effectively reducing him to her slave, that in itself awarding her a pertly sexual thrill; her cunt had been wet with arousal as the women witnessing his signing his life away, saw him put pen to paper in submissive obedience. Brad’s awe of her, matched his sexual excitement at seeing her again; she had ridden his face to a supreme orgasm after the wedding, and he’d thoroughly enjoyed the whiffs and tastes of her cunt and anus as she indulged in her part in the victory over him, putting him to good use. Her smile at him had his cock dribbling pre-cum as he approached on a leash across the hot sand to the shade in which they sat - he knew he’d be tasting her cunt again. Her laughter at him with the other women, was broken only by her greeting his owner.

“We’ve all been waiting to see you arrive Elaine, and as you can see, those who weren’t at the wedding have not been disappointed...” Brad’s cock pulsed and boned in an acting rigidity, as more fresh but equally sneering faces joined the throng to see the latest defeated male, that boning erection awarding them a smug and healthy contempt for his weakness. There were other males there of course, most much older, all naked and tethered in submission and bound to silence, but a fresh male always brought excitement, especially a youthful one. A plump and spiteful woman who’d not been at the wedding, stepped forward enthusiastically after handing the leash of her middle-aged and portly slave to a willing maid.

“We’ve heard how he was in love with your daughter, dominated by her, then given up to you on a whim...” She sighed with pleasure, her broad nipples poking rigid through the fabric of her swimsuit, her eyes full of spite.

“ ... I do so hope it broke his heart when she gave him up ... I’d have so loved to have seen that!” Brad’s cock pulsed at the notion, and he longed to lick the plump woman’s sticky anus there and then, in thanks for her humiliation ... but Elaine pointed him to her heeled shoes upon the sandy stones, and he set his tongue to them immediately, bringing delighted sneers of contempt from the other women, as Elaine replied with sincerest pleasure.

“Oh, I think he enjoyed the rejection, knowing he was to become my slave, though he is married to her too...” She grinned as she tugged him back, and up to a begging position, to have him shamefully display the boning erection of his modest cock, rigid with the excitement of being humiliated.

“ ... of course, he could never satisfy any woman with that little cock, she’ll be being royally fucked by a chosen stud right now ... and her only regret will be that he’s not there to lick her cunt clean when she’s sated...” She pulled his head back so’s his feminine audience could fully take in his stupefied look of submissive pleasure at being goaded.

“ ... but I’m sure there are one or two women here who’ll gratefully oblige his need to perform that service!” He gasped with perverse pleasure, his cock dribbling pre-cum at the prospect, as many mature and senior women shuffled forward, eager to become acquainted with Elaine ... and Perhaps book that service, when a voice he recognized came from behind several mature women.

“Oh, and I can vouch for the eagerness he showed in performing that duty...” The smiling women parted to allow him a view of who’d made the comment, his cock perking to a new rigidity at the site. Sitting on a sunbed closer to the sun she sought, was the chubby Tabitha, naked, her ginger hair resplendent, her alabaster skin slippery with oil and it’s whiteness ready for the rays ... her spite for the male who was slightly older than her so evident, and the older women longing to see such a plain sort of girl, even younger than Elaine’s new pet husband, dominated by her.

She was anything but ‘plain’ to Brad now. He had thoroughly enjoyed her control over him when the redhead’s daughter had allowed her to ride her then boyfriend’s face, the whiffs of her cunt and anus as her copious flesh had enveloped his face had been exquisite, and he now knew Elaine had arranged to have her humiliate him again - in public. Elaine grinned wickedly as she looked down at him with a sneer and tugged him toward her, more older women, some with their male charges, also leashed, gathering around eagerly.

“Oh yes Brad, Tabitha’s here with Marjory, building up a real taste for the whippings on the beach, as she homes her vengeful spite on masculinity ... but she’ll perform a little duty for you tomorrow, after the main attraction, which you’ll both thoroughly appreciate.” The chubby girl uncrossed her legs and sneered as he approached, the other women listening intently at the dialogue as she drew her thighs back, exposing her glistening cunt and anal pucker, having him gasp and exciting the crowd, as she viewed his standing cock with studied contempt.

“Oh yes, I’ve reduced many a male to tears since I’ve been here, and they’ve all licked my ass in the pleasure of defeat ... but you know all about that, don’t you!” He gasped like a scolded c***d, his memory going to the delightful whiff of her anus as she queened his face, and she didn’t wait for his answer, but addressed the crowd with pert pleasure instead.

“There’s nothing he quite enjoys more than being allowed to come whilst licking a woman’s anus in defeat, I’m sure Elaine would confirm that!” She pulled her thighs back a little further, exposing her inviting pucker all the more, her nipples poking like bullets from her globular breasts as she prepared to dominate him in earnest, her sneering contempt for him intensifying.

“Sniff my arsehole!” The older women smiled admiringly at her authority, and Brad’s pathetic obedience, as a grinning Elaine slackened his leash, and he went down low immediately, his balls tingling with submissive pleasure as he sniffed at the pale brown pucker between her soft white cheeks ... completely under her control, hopelessly dominated. She sneered with spite as he took in her tangy perfumes, she knowing he longed to lick at its ribbed folds and probe his tongue into its warmth, she then exciting her audience more, on returning to the theme that Elaine had mentioned.

“Of course, there’s something that gave me a real thrill in performing, on that occasion before he was officially bound to Penny and Elaine...” Brad’s cock pulsed pre-cum as she slipped a finger through the folds of her cunt, its pink butterfly wafting further enticing scents to torture his senses.

“I had the pleasure of caging his cock...” She sighed with pleasure, emphasizing the intense and spitefully erotic delight it had awarded her.

“Fitting his cage and rendering him impotent was such a pleasure ... even if that impotence was only temporary...” Brad couldn’t help but notice the smug laughter and whispering amongst the women as he continued to sniff at her anus in obedience, emphasizing that all the women there were party to some that he was yet unaware of, but the thrill of having his cock caged by her - the lush denial in not being able to masturbate or come when seeing to the pleasure of a women, teased a certain masochism within him - and her spiteful pleasure at having done it, gave him an erotic thrill too. She pulled his head away from her cleft and stood over him, he cowering below her as she stood tall in must heels, nothing else, her fleshy body supreme. Elaine flicked his flank with her cane, as a sneering Tabitha turned and pointed her ass cheeks toward his face.

“No-one told you to stop sniffing!” The older women laughed and showed their utter contempt, as he slipped his face between her ample cheeks, while she stood hand on hip, dominant. She sneered as she eased her feet together, closing her attractively fleshy and nicely oiled calves together too, Elaine barking out another command, as more and more excited women gathered to watch.

“Get that tiny cock between her legs! ... show the ladies how you love to be dominated!” Tabitha smirked down at him over her shoulder, taking one hand from her hip and fingering her wet and oily cunt on feeling him press his boning cock between the flesh of her calves as he knelt behind her. The women laughed and sneered at the fact that his cock barely showed more than its pink bell from between her shins, as he thrust forward, held to an obedience by his own submissive desire, as much as Elaine’s prompting with her cane. Now seen naked and leashed in public, owned by an older woman, and made to shame himself between the legs of a girl younger than him but equally dominant, his humiliation was exquisite as the women laughed whilst her oiled calves provided a delicious stimulation for his thrusting cock, the cheeks of her backside not hiding his blushing entirely.

Marjory moved forward, knowing she was within earshot of him, teasing him ever more through her conversation with Elaine as she continued to sneeringly flick his flanks and backside with her cane as he thrust in blissful humiliation, both urging him to spurt his load.

“Unfortunately you’ve missed Winifred, she was here with Carter, and he was introduced to the women who’ll use him after the Tranquilization ... he erected nicely on seeing that he’d be going to a suitably haughty woman who’ll make good use of him, but I doubt he’ll manage quite the same erection tomorrow...” The spiteful laughter of the two women and those also listening in on the conversation, had Brad thrust all the more urgently as his imagination tried guessing at what was to happen, Marjory then continuing after watching him thrust his meagre but boning cock between the chubby girl’s ample calves a few times.

“ ... he’s permanently gagged now of course, so she’ll hear no begging or second thoughts on the matter, he’s made his choice of the two outcomes he’d always fantasized about, and lusted for ... though I, and a lot of the other women are disappointed that he didn’t choose the other...” Elaine grinned with a mixture of spite and contempt as she awarded the thrusting backside an extra hard flick of her cane.

“Oh yes, I so wish he chosen hanging too ... Winifred told me how he longed to be noosed by her, bound naked and plugged, suspended on a rope and delighting a huge crowd of women as he spent his last whilst the rope exacted punishment well and truly earned...” She laughed as Brad gasped audibly, and thrust lustily, the seed urged up from his balls by the pleasure in Elaine’s spiteful tones, the pleasure of his humiliation soon to be cut short as she continued.

“ ... but he’s chosen a lifetime of servitude following Tranquilization, the pain of jealousy on seeing Winifred take on another pet, while her inert jealousy at another woman having her property is tempered by the choice he’s made ... a lifetime of toilet cleaning duties ... cunt and anal, amongst other perpetual delights of enslavement.” The ensuing laughter, cynical and cackling, was all too much for Brad to bear as his thoughts dwelled on what was to happen at the ceremony tomorrow ... and at the pleasure the women showed, despite their disappointment, in the prospect of seeing a male hanged, his desperate groan as he thrust his cock in and out frantically between those delicious oiled calves, announcing both his pure ecstasy ... and confirming to both himself and the women forever, his lowly status as a beaten male committed to a lifetime of submission to femininity.

His humiliation was intensely erotic, as before that crowd of mature women, he shot his mess lustily between the calves of a once frumpy girl, now as dominant over him as any woman there, surrendering his seed in a submissive ecstasy enhanced by the spiteful laughter and applause of every female there, as he also confirmed his darkly shaming and absolute pleasure in being dominated publicly to excite the spiteful whims of the superior sex.

Elaine grinned wistfully as she held his leash nice and taut whilst he thrust and spurted amid contemptuous feminine laughter, emphasizing her ownership of him, and knowing his thoughts would still be on the prospect of being hanged by women as the humiliating orgasm gripped him. Both she and Marjory knew what he was thinking, as the redhead pulled the leash vertically, and tauter than ever, emulating a noose and indulging his sweet masochism as the last of his spurts bolted in ecstasy by demand from the chubby girl’s calves, his intense snorting deep within the soft cleft of her ample buttocks, indicating without doubt that he fantasized about giving himself up to Elaine ... the way her late husband had, in paying for his ‘crimes’.

But Elaine had many other things in mind, as Tabitha sighed into an orgasm of her own, at the sight and warmth of Brad’s seed given up to her legs and feet, Marjory, and the other women guessing at what had really made his orgasm so intense, as his redheaded owner made sure his milking was thorough.

“Oh, the dead don’t suffer, my submissive pet, and I intend to have you suffer for a long while yet ... and we can all see how much you enjoy that idea...” His meagre cock wilted a little as she pulled him back, spent, and Tabitha turned, looking extra stern after her pleasure, pointing down to her feet.

“Lick that mess up!” Brad’s semi-erection perked already at the laughter of the watching women and a flick of his Owner’s cane, as he set his tongue to sample the salty white mess which he’d lovingly adorned her ankles and stilettos with, his anus tingling with perverse pleasure as it gripped at the anal plug now shown so rudely to the scornful and contemptuous women as they watched his further humiliation. Tabitha stood hand on hip, grinning, so content with dominating a male so thoroughly, as he lapped at his own seed shot in absolute submission, from her shiny leather heels. Elaine was more than content too, as she though on tomorrow’s dark entertainment.

“ ... and Tabitha’s going to have you suffer again, tomorrow ... after you’ve had the intensity of witnessing the penultimate pleasure of femininity over masculinity.” His cock was almost fully erect again already, as Elaine flicked his poking cheeks for good measure as he continued to lap up his own seed from the feet of a dominant girl amid scornful feminine laughter ... tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Elaine seemed sterner than ever that morning despite her leading him from the villa in total nakedness, but for the tall heels which he’d noticed were uniform for the women there. Her demeanor was spitefully sultry too, her use of the cane on him as he was led out, applied with a certain wickedness which prompted his urgency as they took the path they’d taken to the beach as per yesterday ... though his tingling balls reminded him that their destination lay before the beach.

Elaine grinned as he gawped at women in the distance appearing from converging paths, some strutting with friends, others leading hooded male slaves, or slaves reduced to canine impersonation, all headed in the same direction ... and every woman unashamedly naked and proudly revealing growing arousal through hardening nipples. She jerked his leash to regain his full attention as she helped his curiosity, in a curt tone which had his cock pulse.

“I suppose I’d best tell you why we’re all naked ... it’s done for special occasions such as that you’ll be privileged to witness today, expression of femininity is demonstrated to all males present, not least to the male who’s the center of proceedings.” Brad had been close to coming at seeing so many dominant women clad in their tight costumes when exposed to them on the day before, but seeing the fleshy cheeks of their buttocks wobble along with their thighs as they led males who like he, knew absolute defeat to femininity, had the anal plug work it’s spiteful magic on him that morning, bringing him ever closer to losing his seed as Elaine strutted with a smug smile, her nipples jutting hard with sexual excitement as she thoroughly enjoyed having other women witness her dominance over him, his erection displaying the shameful pleasure he couldn’t hide, in knowing that defeat.

If Elaine’s smile had been smug, it was as nothing in comparison of that of one Winifred Styles as she arrived at the concave arena just at the point when they, and Marjory and Gladys did from another direction, Brad’s cock pulsing as Winifred then gave him a sneering smile of contempt as his wide eyes ogled the portly middle-aged male she led down, eyes filled with trepidation as they stared from his gagged face, the gag ensuring silence and no protest or comment ... not that any could be heard over the raucous and excited applause which echoed about the amphitheatre like depression, Brad getting the full flavor of feminine contempt and spite, as he was led down behind the gagged Carter.

Brad felt the tug on his leash, as he was led aside to a suitable vantage point by a grinning Elaine, noting his mesmerization in the lust to endure the s**thing that Carter was receiving, all the way down to the ominous bench. Marjory and Gladys joined them, their nipples as equally pert as Elaine’s, Brad’s cock standing high and dribbling pre-cum as he sniffed at the air, scented with the heated arousal of so many females in close proximity, each making sure that Carter knew he was about to please them ... especially women who’d encountered him in former life, where he’d been blatantly misogynistic, until Winifred Styles had exploited his weakness, from which there had been no escape.

Brad pulsed out a dribble of lubrication in pure submissive excitement, as Winifred embraced an equally senior and dominant looking matriarch, pointing Carter to the dusty ground and having him grovel at the feet of the bulbous naked woman, her sneer edged with contentment as the jeering and applause from the audience, greeted his defeated attentions to her heeled shoes. Brad listened intently as Marjory expressed her pleasure in enlightening him to the situation.

“Carter was such a chauvinistic and cocky male, till Winifred took control of him ... he’s suffered the whip from many of the women watching him now, for previous deviances against them in business and social formats, but today he’ll pay in a way they’ll all find more suitable...” Gladys chuckled cynically, fingering her wet cunt as she watched him grovel

“Winifred has tired of him now, and he’ll be passed on to Hortense Granger to endure a life of domestic service and toilet duties, but her jealousy at another woman owning him after her putting so many years of effort in breaking him completely, will be justly sated before the exchange...” Elaine sighed, lifting Brad high on his knees as she pulled his leash upright, and severely taut.

“Ohhh ... if only we were witnessing the gibbet and noose here today ... now THAT would have been supremely satisfying!” Brad gasped as he imagined being displayed before womanhood in the way Madam Elaine Chantry’s late husband had been, almost shooting his mess without permission with the memory of the feeling of that white shroud in which he’d been married ... and in which the husband whose place he’d now taken, had known the ultimate pleasure of submission to femininity, for ‘crimes’ as yet unconfirmed. His erotic dream was extinguished by the reality of the moment, as Marjory expressed the pleasure in her spite, on Carter being hauled up on his leash to show his face, on being shown to the ominous bench, to raucous applause from the watching femininity.

“Oh just look at his eyes! ... you can see he’s reluctant now! ... but that gag will spare us any pathetic plea, he’ll please us as he suffers!” Brad boned hard and ready to spurt his mess in submissive awe at her spite, on taking in those eyes himself as Carter was strapped facedown to the bench by several gleeful women, his legs splayed wide and strapped to the V shaped projections by each ankle, his chest and belly supporting him to the fore ... but his erect cock and balls hanging exposed and vulnerable on view in the void below his abdomen. With his arms strapped tightly to his body, and that body strapped to the bench, he was rendered absolutely helpless, and at the mercy of his female tormentors.

Winifred grinned with sadistic pleasure, her mature cunt moist, and bulging with excitement on lifting his chin and placing a bolster underneath it, ensuring his expressions were witnessed by as many women as possible, and the smug satisfaction of those women he’d known and belittled in a former life, made so apparent to his eyes ... he would not escape their spiteful pleasure, nor they his, as justice was seen to be done. Hortense now picked the ceramic bowl from the dust, and handed it to Winifred with a curt smile, Brad boning and dribbling pre-cum at the raucous feminine applause from those women familiar with the ceremony, as Winifred held the bowl high whilst Carter squirmed at the bench, his anal plug winking at his audience as he clenched and sought the relief he knew was to come, with masochistic lust as Winifred addressed the crowd.

“Now we shall see just how much he relishes the punishment he so deserves ... and that honor of perpetual Tranquilization to serve the needs of womanhood!” Brad watched, transfixed, the air filled with the sound of feminine applause, and the heady scent of feminine arousal, as Winifred put her arm under the crotch of Carter ... and grasping his erect cock, pointed his bell toward the bowl and began to masturbate him. Held tightly on the leash, Brad took in the uniform spite of the cackling female audience, as Carter squirmed in a masochistic lust as he was brought to an exquisite and erotic surrender of his seed by command of the woman who’d reduced him to no more than a worthless slave, and who continued to taunt.

“Give it up you cur! ... You know what’s to come, so give worthy tribute to your betters!” Beaten, dominated, and humiliated before women thoroughly enjoying his downfall with intense spite, Carter soon grunted through the gag, the applause and cynical laughter of those women as they enjoyed the lusty contortions of his face, ensuring his cock spat out a worthy tribute indeed as he wallowed in a submissive and masochistic ecstasy. Winifred sneered with dominant satisfaction as the squirming and grunting Carter shot loop after loop of hot semen to the bowl, her clitoris more than ready to know the attentions of a new slave, once this one had been dealt with. She ensured the grunting Carter was thoroughly milked, before lifting the bowl high and parading around the small arena with it.

“See here the pathetic contribution of his masculinity! ... given up with such bestial lust in the want for Tranquilization!” She tilted the bowl, and Brad gasped at the fervor of the baying feminine crowd, Elaine no exception in showing her spiteful delight, as a smiling Winifred allowed the gloopy contents of the bowl dribble out in a sticky throng to grace the dirt.

“I now consign his worthless seed to the dust where it belongs! ... and we’ll now ensure no further seed follows it!” Brad’s anus tingled in submissive awe, at the spiteful grins given out by every woman there, as amid their raucous applause, two naked and senior women with gracefully sagging breasts and weathered but deliciously attractive bodies, descended from the other side of the arena in dominant pomp, each wearing sneering grins and carrying trays beneath those delightfully wobbling breasts which expressed nipples rock hard with sexual excitement. Brad’s cock pulsed rigid, on hearing Carter grunt and whine through the gag, as the two women focused their grinning eyes upon his as they stooped to have him see the contents of the trays, a sight which held the sincere delight of every woman there, their raucous applause and murmurings echoed by a sneering Elaine.

“His choice! ... his choice indeed! ... and what a pleasure his choice is going to be!” Brad’s anus clenched hard at the plug, it’s tingling peaking to a lusty high of submissiveness at viewing what lay upon the two trays brought in with such enthusiasm by the two senior women. Elaine, Marjory, and Gladys turned their sneering attentions toward Brad and enjoyed his awestruck face and rigidly erect cock as his eyes took in the array of large syringes and surgical knives brandished with such knowing smiles by the two women, Gladys pursing her lips and revealing the depth of her feminine sadism, so different from her usual nonchalant authority shown in her domestic situation back home.

“Now you’ll see the penultimate pleasure of feminine authority over masculinity ... permanent and so satisfying...” She rubbed at her cunt and sighed as her fingers glistened in the moist cleft.

“ ... ohhhh ... if only we could hang him too ... he’s so earned the rope!” Elaine and Marjory laughed cynically as Brad jerked and thrust his cock at the air, consumed by the awe of absolute submission to femininity, desperate to come ... and his eyes went to Winifred who now picked a large syringe from the one tray, and taunted Carter with it, enjoying him squirm in bondage, his eyes expressing a renewed reluctance to an ordeal he himself had chosen and agreed to. She grinned with satisfaction as she flaunted the needle before him, making sure both he and her audience knew audibly just who was in control as she moved behind him.

“Yes yes Carter my now unwanted pet ... it’s time to say goodbye to those exquisite orgasms you enjoyed under my whip!...” Elaine and every woman there sneered admiringly as Winifred took the squirming Carter’s balls in her hand for a moment, and Carter went rigid on the bench as she slipped the needle up by his scrotum neck, he moaning in acknowledgment of both the sharp pain ... and the bliss of absolute submission to the woman who’d broken him. She played to the crowd further as she allowed his defeated sack to sway in the breeze, and emptied the contents of the syringe into the flesh near the scrotum neck, then turned to show the crowd the emptied instrument, taking raucous applause before taunting him further, as she picked the second syringe.

“Not long now my boy, we’ll soon have you worthless, and knowing a tranquility free from any nasty lust filled thoughts ... readied for a lifetime of servitude to Madam Granger’s toilet needs!” Those that could see his face, reveled in sadistic pleasure as his face contorted when Winifred deftly inserted the long needle into his taint, ensuring a numbness he didn’t deserve for what was to follow, but the ritual of the needles awarding the women an extra thrill ... and giving the male to be Tranquilized, plenty of time to enjoy the irreversible fate he’d chosen and would now know the consequence of.

Brad’s cock pulsed out pre-cum as Elaine pulled his leash nice and tight while he took in the pleasure on every woman’s face there, and the look of hopelessness on Carter’s face as the two elder women, expert at castrations and having enjoyed so many, handed Winifred a large scalpel ... and with Winifred’s other hand cupping the balls which she’d soon own as a memento, showed her where to make the cruelest cut of all. Brad gasped as Elaine tugged him forward, to join a line of other tethered and gagged males, some doggie suited, to form a line in full view of Carter’s eyes. Elaine grinned wickedly as she tugged his leash.

“Get ready to masturbate Brad my pet ... you and these other curs will give tribute to the penultimate power of feminine dominance!” Brad panted audibly as he awaited the command to strop his aching erection, as Winifred touched scalpel to scrotum neck, and added her final taunt.

“ ... You may not be my property from this day on ... but your balls will be mine forever!” Carter’s face was filled with a strange astonishment, and profound resolution, as his wish was granted with deft and pleasured application of the scalpel ... and the feminine crowd erupted with unanimous and mutually sadistic pleasure as Winifred’s clitoris poked visibly, her bared nipples poking rock hard with sexual pleasure, as she held Carter’s balls high in her hand ... Carter was well and truly ‘Tranquilized’. As Winifred paraded her prize, Elaine, along with the other women with their male slaves to the fore, gave out the command.

“Masturbate! ... show your thanks for being allowed to view such a pleasure ... and show the Tranquilized male what he’ll never know again!” With their eyes fixed on Winifred’s spitefully sadistic grin of absolute contentment, and the tokens of defeated masculinity in her hand, Brad and the other curs stropped their erections wildly, some dreaming of seeing their own balls owned as tokens by their Mistresses ... others dreaming of that other, ultimate punishment, as the seed rose rapidly from each pair of still attached balls. Elaine and the other women focused their attentions on Carter’s face with sincerely appreciative smiles, as he watched the males shoot their mess in succession ... showing him a pleasure he’d never know again. A deliciously cruel aperitif to the castration, thoroughly enjoyed by the women.

Elaine sneered lustily and rubbed at her cunt with her free hand, keeping that leash eternally tight as Brad grunted and jerked in a submissive ecstasy, shooting his seed to the dust as he took in those severed balls and the look of pure joy on the face of the woman that now owned them. He now knew what ‘Tranquilization’ meant, but not from the perspective of Carter, whose empty remnants of a scrotum were quickly sutured by the senior women, with a feminine pride and gusto which had helped extend Brad’s orgasm. His spent cock dribbled out the evidence of a supremely satisfying orgasm as an emasculated Carter was unstrapped and helped down from the bench, and led away on all fours by Hortense Granger to further raucous applause to, begin a lifetime of cleaning services, his drooping cock seen clearly ... no balls to obstruct the view of his remains token of defeated masculinity.

Brad looked on at the immense celebration which continued as Winifred showed Carter the balls that were his, as he was led past, he and some of the other males, bowing their heads in shame at the intensity of their orgasms at the expense of another male’s permanent reduction ... but Brad and each one knowing they were well and truly owned, and the expelling of their seed in ecstasy, confirmed their submission and inferiority to every woman there. Elaine grinned with satisfaction as she tugged him away to return to their temporary dwelling.

“Well that was very messy of you, I think you realize you’ve earned a thorough caning from the ladies and I ... and you’ll have some duties afterwards, not far removed from what Carter faces.” Amid the cynical laughter from his owner, Gladys, and Marjory, the newlywed already felt the beginnings of a fresh erection ...
this was going to be a long and submissively delightful honeymoon indeed.