Chapter 4

Harriet strutted through the High Street with a confidence she could never have envisaged just a few weeks ago, her tall heels and tight skirt turning male heads which she did not give a returning glance. She was the same woman whom males had barged past and tutted at her obstruction as they gave their attention to mobile phones and newspapers, but she now cut a swathe through them, seeing them part like the Red Sea and some of them stumbling as they gaped at her pleasing form. Her dominance grew aside her confidence as she mused on her enslavement of Bryant, the stroll in one of her tighter new skirts and the eyes upon her bringing a pert sexual arousal which wet her cunt nicely; she would allow him to lick her to orgasm when she returned; he wasn't going anywhere after all, and the fact that he was chained and waiting to be dominated filled her with acute pleasure.

She was a keyholder to the library, and she gave the dour fifties concrete structure a look of contempt as she quickly moved down the side passage and opened the door, careful to switch off the alarm as she did routinely. She had often attended in closed hours as a sense of duty, often finding sanctuary from her mother there, sorting the returned books that the other staff had not bothered to relocate to the appropriate shelves, and sometimes comforting herself by masturbating over the few risque novels and texts that were stored there. She had been treated like a slave by certain other members of staff, who though not necessarily unkind to her, had taken it for granted that she would do their fetching and carrying, and there were certain regular male customers who had had many laughs at her expense; curt remarks about her plain appearance and spinstership being their favourite topic. All this was to change forever before she handed the keys back.

She knew the habits of some of those regular customers who were like clockwork, and used to dread Mondays, which was a day she was often pilloried; this one would be different. She moved to a section on engineering and took all the books from a lower shelf, placing them high up, out of reach without the aid of the wheeled stool she employed and then hid away, someone would need assistance to retrieve them. She made several other adjustments, moving one section into a far aisle rarely frequented, before leaving with her cunt in need of Bryant's services; she had thought initially that simply teasing him, teaching the old pervert a lesson before cutting him out of her new life would suffice, but now realised the services of an enslaved single male was very beneficial, she would dominate him into perpetual enslavement and have him witness the pleasure of her conquests.

Another thought crossed Madam Harriet Harper's mind as she opened her front door, she would make the pervert open his computer and divulge his lurid obsessions; he was bound to hold dark perverted desires, and the thought of his humiliation excited her no end. She opened the cellar door, stepped in, and closed it hard to announce her arrival and descended the steps with slow deliberation. Bryant's thoughts were immediately awakened, his heart jumped at the sound that he had waited for, seemingly for an eternity though it had been a matter of two hours or so. He had had plenty of time to mull over his predicament, squinting through the mask at the racks and the beckoning noose in the far corner, whips trailing from shelves; instruments which showed the intention of sweet revenge by the once dour girl. His anus tingled in unison with the rising of his cock as he tested the cuffs which held him in wait of her pleasure, and listened to the steps of the approach of a woman who had shown him his correct position.

Harriet's cunt tingled, her nipples poking rock hard as she looked on at the delicious novelty of a male controlled by her merest whims, his eyes showing fear and anticipation through the mask, his cock erect and betraying the excitement of submission to her feminine power. Bryant's cock pulsed and bobbed on seeing the pleasure in her eyes on strutting toward him on those spiked heels, her broad hips bustling in the tight skirt; each time he saw her his submissive worship of her grew stronger, masked and cuffed, his mind went back to the way he'd letched and teased the once humble girl - he now grunted through the ball gag in an attempt to pledge confirmation of her superiority. Harriet stood proud and dominant before him, sneered, and slapped his face.

'You'll remain silent while I tell you how things'll be from now on. I've been thinking, what would the police have to say if they saw the pictures of me plastered all over the walls? How would the neighbours view having a peeping tom in their midst when it all came out? She smiled cruelly as he panted and grunted through the gag, salivating at the thought of his public exposure, before awarding his face another playful slap.

'I think a full confession of your perversions might just save you from that shame. We're going to go up to your bedroom, and you're going to open up your computer and show me what really turns you on. I'll know if you're hiding anything from me, and you'll feel the cane until I'm satisfied you've revealed all.' A mild panic flashed through his mind as he recounted the filth he liked to masturbate over, but she had him under her control; he could not believe she'd go public, but if that ever happened, who would the police take more heed of? She'd become a meek single woman for the occasion, and he was a single middle-aged male and the pictorial evidence was damning, despite her posing exposed in her garden. His cock pulsed hard as she strutted to a shelf, put a cane under her arm and chose a shiny new leather leash, then smiled contentedly as she fastened its collar about his neck.

'I know you'll be a good boy for me and not make any fuss. If you behave well, and you will, I may let you masturbate over what pleases you while I watch. I may even let you lick me again; I know you'd like that.' The maintained rigidity of his cock showed that the thought of his exposure on both counts was as pleasing as it was painful to him, and his grunted protestations through the gag as she released him and led him to the stairs on all fours like a dog, were more confirmation of his submission to her than pleas against what would be; she had decided and he would conform. Harriet led him up the stairs to where his clothes lay in a pile, and he jerked on the leash thinking she'd allow him to dress. She tugged hard on the leash and sneered at the naked and masked male.

'Oh, your mask is all you'll need, but I do need your keys.' Her cunt moistened as she felt his reluctance after retrieving the keys and tugging him toward the door, naked.

'Oh, you'll know many humiliations under my control; I do hope some of the neighbours are out doing some gardening.' Bryant's anus tingled incessantly, as his grunts through the gag went unheeded, Harriet opening the door to the world beyond with its possibilities of exposure, Bryant cowering as he felt the cool air around his balls and arsehole. She looked quickly from side to side, ensuring the coast was clear; too much exposure at once might not be beneficial, though Bryant did not know her thoughts. He felt as though every nearby residence had eyes upon him as Harriet tugged him out through the door, her feeling of triumph glowing as she led the owned dog he had become. Though close to the house and at least partially obscured by the hedges, Harriet enjoyed every step, pausing halfway to smile down at the male in his defeated splendour, he making muffled grunts through the gag and straining at the leash like a frisky hound wishing to give chase to local cats. Harriet looked about her, then enjoyed the tease.

'Maybe we should take a walk through the park, I'd so love to show the world your new position.' Bryant whimpered pitifully through the gag, though his cock boned with a strangely perverted but subconscious enjoyment at the thought. Harriet's cunt would not wait that long though; his brief exposure had excited her beyond all expectations, and her spite needed the reward of his tongue. She savoured his misery as he strained impatiently on the leash.

'I can see that you're in need of some sharp discipline; I think you've earned the cane already.' Being caned by her seemed more than a pleasure to him at that point, and he gasped with relief as he was led to his own door. Back in the private confines of his house, the relief allowed Bryant's balls to tingle with submissive pleasure as he watched her delicious arse move in the skirt as she ascended the stairs, he knowing he now faced further humiliation on being forced to show her the lurid sites he frequented. Harriet imposed the further intentions of her dominance immediately on entering his tired and typically single male bedroom, tearing one of the pictures of her from the wall with her cane.