Chapter 1

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Analingus, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Miranda is not the stick insect so venerated by fashion houses. A lifetime of teasing by her younger associates leaves the delectably plump girl resigned to being an also-ran, till the cruel taunts of an arrogant male alerts an older women to her situation. Miranda is taken under her wing and that of her mature friends, and learns how to become very desirable - and get exactly what she demands from males, especially the one who brought her to light. He is also taught how to respect women.

Miranda was blessed with the fuller figure which drew unseen looks from older, wiser males who appreciated what a woman should look like, but some of her peers treated her with scorn; not the 'fashionable' waif like skeleton, younger males and females alike were often cutting with their remarks.

As she settled her generous rump on a stool at the bar, many of those older males took advantage of the glorious sight of her cheeks spreading to accomodate the seat, their cocks stirring as they imagined the pretty and plump ginger girl descending on their faces. The younger males were as ungracious as ever as Miranda settled down for the evening greeting friends and acquaintances as they arrived. The thinner girls received the usual leering smiles and pats on the arm as the leering and horny males sidled up, cursory glances and sneering being offered Miranda. Used to the curt remarks, she shrugged off the snide abuse as usual, but there was one male whose taunts were both constant and exceptional.

Lee Baker was the archetypal spoiled brat as a child, with indifferent parents who bought him whatever he wanted, paid his way out of situations which would have otherwise seen him in a court of law, and plied him with flash cars and money for the clothes he liked to pose in. After divorcing, his father had left him his own apartment, and he had seen neither of them in years as he slowly whittled away a trust fund, his father having moved to the other side of the country, his mother turning her attention to one boyfriend after the other, alcohol, and endless vacations. Cocky and self-centered, he was only seen as desirable by girls who were new to his acquaintance; several within Miranda's circle of friends had been well and truly used by him; charmed by his expensive appearance and passable good looks, lured into a false sense of security, fucked by him when the opportunity arose, only to be ditched conveniently after conquest. As Miranda arose from her stool to receive a drink from a friend, there he was, his usual cocky and rude self.

'Make way for the whale! Elephant comin' thru!' He turned to receive the plaudits of the other males, who perhaps not so open about the abuse, did nothing to help by not discouraging his childish but cutting remarks. Miranda pretended not to notice as she strode to the ladies room, her full but supremely firm arse jostling in the tight leggings she wore, those older males in attendance, delighting at the firm cheeks and indulging in a quick fantasy about the superb globes of flesh beneath.

The display did not go unnoticed by another group of people; primly dressed yet somehow provocative in her appearance, Clarissa Brand sat with her long nylon clad legs crossed, her nipples showing faintly through her thin bra and blouse as she noted the arrogance of Baker, and thought how she'd enjoy teaching him to him know his position amongst women. She was 55, very shapely and confident, sexually dominant and could never be the property of any male. She sat with a group of middle-aged and older women, of all shapes and sizes, but all somehow giving off an air of confidence, and all very smartly turned out. Her brown eyes smiled out from her attractive face as she surveyed the youthful brat Baker leering at the rounded feminine shape of Miranda as she walked most elegantly to the ladies room, her womanly shape the epitome of how a female should really look like. She would make her acquaintance.

The group consisted of woman who were now happily decadent in their freedom, some of whom having been led a life of drudgery in their earlier years, imprisoned in vanilla marriages with ignorant or staid husbands with shallow libidos, those male partners now either deceased or divorced, others having always been independent. The kindred spirit that they now shared was enjoyed by each of them in a very special and uniform way; each now loved to dominate the males they chose for pleasure. Clarissa, an ever present member of that group, followed Miranda to the ladies room.

Miranda first sensed the subtle perfume of the woman behind her, then noticed the shapely woman smiling at her in the mirror.

'It needn't be that way you know.' Miranda turned, puzzled by the woman's intrusion.

'Oh, if you mean Lee, I'm used to it. I just try to ignore him, if anything he just assists with my quest to lose weight, though his remarks are a bit too personal at times.' Clarissa stood a little closer and gave her a warm smile; something about her presence sent a shiver up Miranda's spine.

'Oh, but you have a very desirable body, you shouldn't be in such a hurry to change it, you should be proud of your shape; I know that in the real world, stereotypes out of the way, most men would be more than happy to be seen with you, even That arrogant bastard you're being so kind to; I'd like to see him begging to be yours.' Miranda's cunt tingled a little at her words as she looked the shapely woman up and down with a wry smile.

'In the real world? That's easy for you to say, the world I live in is full of males who like women who are your shape, apart from those older pervs of course.' Clarissa grinned and took her hand.

'That's just it, the older ones aren't being pervs, they're just being honest; I can show you just how desirable you are, and I'd love to have 'Lee' tell you as much; why don't you come and sit with my friends and I and have a drink, they all have a tale to tell.' Miranda was still a little wary, but something about the older woman's confidence excited her, and that along with her bold and prim appearance made her desire to be more like her, she seemed so young and vibrant for her years. She would also be out of Baker's way for a while; he could never have the remotest interest in middle-aged women.

The two came out of the ladies room and as Miranda edged to the bar to retrieve her drink, Baker was there.

'Don't forget to watch the calories slim, it's not like you need any more.' As he lifted his head and laughed at his own joke he felt a jab in his back. The males with him looked at the sleek middle-aged brunette behind him as he turned to see Clarissa standing there, the others silenced and lost for words, secretly admiring the shapely woman, cocks swelling as she gave off her confident aura; they could not help but feel this was something darkly sexual and just a little special. Her presence was not lost on Baker as she turned her head quickly with a curt smile, gesturing him to one side to allow Miranda through, his voice breaking slightly as he responded.

'Oh ... I see you've brought your grandmother with you.' Clarissa simply smiled at the childish remark as Miranda passed, she enjoyed the awkwardness in his weak tone, then looked him in the eye.

'Careful boy, grandmother may have to put you over her knee one day.' Baker's cock swelled inexplicably at the mature woman's confident air as he blushed and the other males chuckled, this time at his expense as their cocks continued to rise on watching the shapely woman's arse depart in her tight dress. Clarissa smiled contentedly as she felt his eyes on her; she had sown the seed, he would be back for more before the evening was out, and she would be ready.

Miranda was now more than pleased to sit with her new friend, and she warmed immediately to the company she kept; though all there were at least a minimum of 25 years her senior, all were so youthful in their outlook. Clarissa sat her next to Rosa Harper, a woman so similarly shaped as Miranda, in her fifties and not ashamed to display her curves to the full extent. Buxom and very confident, a warm smile emanated from her rid lips and green eyes, she sat cross legged in a tight dress, displaying her large thighs clad in black nylon, stilettos accentuating the delicious shape of her legs. She smiled knowingly as Baker glanced over with annoyed eyes as he drank, trying to look nonchalant, but his thoughts and intentions obvious.

'I saw you working at him Clarissa, do you mean to have him? He's ripe for treatment, I take it this young lady has asked to join us?' The dominant brunette grinned as she returned a glance at Baker.

'This is ... I've not even asked her name, do tell.'

She looked at Miranda who gave up her name, her cunt continuing to tingle with the atmosphere created as Rosa and the other women leaned forward eagerly. Clarissa smiled contentedly.

'I'm determined to have that young pup for treatment, but Miranda shall claim him; he's going to worship her, not me. She's going to tell us what she knows of him, and we'll decide how to proceed.' They were interrupted when a male of about 30 approached with a tray of drinks and said nothing, but looked silently at the plump Rosa. She merely looked at him with a sneer and pointed sternly to a space on the table.

'You took your time. Now ask our young guest what she'd like and go and fetch it for her.' He looked sheepishly at Miranda who was already dumbstruck by Clarissa's statement, and was now shocked by Rosa's obvious control over the male. She looked at what the other women were drinking, already wishing to fit in; beer would not do.

'Oh, I'll have a rum and coke please.' Rosa snapped her fingers and pointed to the bar.

'Be a little prompter this time, you have already been too lax.' He left immediately, Miranda's sex swelling at the formidable woman's natural authority over him, and feeling a little jealousy at the fact that the male, who was certainly attractive to her, was obviously under the complete control of a woman the same shape as her and so senior to him in years. Several of the other ladies leaned across and offered their hands in welcoming the younger woman as Rosa watched the male like a hawk, watching for a reason to chide him. A red headed woman of about 60 leaned across the empty chair and squeezed Miranda's hand.

'Hi, I'm Mimi Carter; we all saw how that young man shows so much interest in you, he hasn't realised it yet, but we'd love to help him appreciate you.' Miranda was dumbfounded, she looked at this vibrant women with a wry smile, her large and mature breasts held in the tight fabric of her dress, nipples not hidden as no bra was worn, a tight patent leather belt accentuating them wonderfully. Mimi grinned as she looked the younger woman up and down.

'I can see we'll have to show you how to express that lovely body of yours; you really shouldn't hide it the way you do.'

They were interrupted by the return of the male, who carefully placed the drink in front of Miranda. Rosa clicked her fingers and pointed to the empty seat; the other women smiling curtly at him as he sat in silence, Miranda could see he was completely under the control of the plump and formidable Rosa. She looked at him sternly.

'There, you've been of some use to a younger woman. I know it's excited you, you'll confess all when I get you home.' The male blushed slightly, and said nothing, just swallowed hard. Clarissa turned to Miranda, after exchanging another glare with Baker whose body language told of his need to engage the older woman with some insult.

'Tell me about our boy, what's his situation?' Miranda took a gulp of her drink, and loosened up immediately, the women's company made her feel more secure than she had been in a long time. She relayed to the women what she knew of him, his single status and his treatment of the prettier girls so far. Each of the women smiled at each other knowingly as they were enlightened, it was just as they suspected with regard to his arrogant personality, and his situation was perfect.

After half an hour or so, Baker had obviously loosened up too, and gained some courage through alcohol; he casually sauntered over to where the women were, and deftly placed his arm on Miranda's shoulder. He stood with the other hand in his pocket and leered at the older women while addressing the younger one.

'Well, I see you've found your niche with these senior citizens; I'm sure you'll feel at home knitting twin-sets to cover yourself up with, I'm sure they'll introduce you to some really racy events, I'm surprised they allow people this old into a joint like this!' Clarissa merely grinned and crossed her legs, showing more of her ample thigh. She could feel that there was more than spite in the arrogant male's mind. Her eyes monitored his stance, and his innocently pocketed hand.

'How is then, that you feel the need to play with yourself when viewing us? ... and this is one of the more mundane bars that we visit. Of course, someone with your lack of depth wouldn't appreciate the atmosphere of the sort of place we'll be at tomorrow.' The women were still laughing as he quickly dragged his hand free; he hadn't been molesting his cock, though something in the back of his head made him want to do so; as he flushed slightly and struggled for a suitably rude retort, he looked across at the solitary male who was looking down at the table to avoid eye contact, what could he possibly want from such company? He wanted to address the male, but something about the strange atmosphere stopped him from doing so. He was used to females looking subdued when he made his presence felt, but each one there just looked him in the eye and smiled confidently as they finished their contemptuous laughter. He stumbled a little as he retorted.

'No doubt the ... the warden from the old folks home will be out looking for you soon; if this bar isn't good enough for you, how come you're here? You cramp our style with your wrinkles.' Clarissa noticed Rosa's breasts heave a little as she crossed her legs, her smile now showing an intensity which promised that this rude male would eat his words when the chance arose. She sneered up at him.

'We like to visit the cheaper bars at times, to see how the less informed and needy socialise; it's a novelty for us, and you're a fine example. Miranda here will be joining us at the Alhambra on Saturday, much more our style, but then you wouldn't appreciate the finesse of such a place; this is about your level, but she's wasted here.' As the women grinned knowingly, the seated and silent male's cock swelled as he listened; the night he had gone there had been the last night of his old life, he had arrived brash and insulting and was now Rosa's plaything, a sideways glance from that formidable woman as she enjoyed his obedient silence had his cock fully erect as he relived his capture by the women. Baker began to manufacture his own downfall.

'The Alhambra? Been there many times, I didn't know they allowed fat people in there, and special rates for senior citizens maybe?' He looked down at the casually dressed Miranda.

'And she'd need more than a makeover before she goes, though I expect you women have a man of a similar worn out age lined up for her, it's all she can expect; plenty of meat to keep his old bones warm at night.' Clarissa smiled, her cunt tingling as she imagined how Baker could look in just a week or so, and how Miranda would look at the Alhambra, with Rosa's assistance. She knew that Baker had never ventured into the Alhambra with it's dark corners and soft leather seating, the soft music catering for the candid liaisons that went on there. To most it was just another club, to others it was a meeting place for a covert business in slavery, where the destinies of many a vanquished male was decided. Clarissa was thinking of something to say which would seal his appearance there when Miranda rose from the chair, a contented smile on her face at being made to feel so at home with the women, and wanted for once. She looked at Baker with a confidence he had never seen before, something that made his balls tingle unexpectedly.

'Well, you'll never know, you won't be there and good riddance to you.' The women tittered as she strutted off to the ladies room once more, not allowing Baker time to make any cutting reply, and leaving him seething as he watched her generous arse move in the leggings. Clarissa noted his eyes watch her cheeks jostle and knew he had a greater interest in them that he did not let on; she would have him worship that arse from a different perspective. She would sow the seed before he left, his friends now calling and gesturing to him as they intended going elsewhere.

'Well sonny, it seems you've been put in your place. Better run along with your little friends now, must be way past your bedtime; they seem anxious to get you home. You'll have to wait till Saturday to fire off further insults, but off course, we'll be somewhere else.' Baker's rage was tempered with a strange unknown desire as his face reddened while the women humiliated him with their laughter, his balls tingling at the confidence of each of the women there, each he could not deny that he found attractive somehow despite their age, albeit grudgingly. He fought to get out a suitable retort but nothing came, and all he could do was stumble out 'Saturday' before wagging his finger defiantly as he followed his leaving friends.

Clarissa grinned at Rosa and the others as he left, seeing Miranda gave him a curt and dismissive wave, stopping him in his tracks and making him glare at her as she walked nonchalantly back to the women.

'He'll be there Saturday ladies, and we'll make him most welcome.' She greeted Miranda back to the table with a look on her face like a child at Christmas, and as she sat she took a pen and a post-it note from her bag.

'This is Rosa's address, before I forget; I trust you'll be there at about three tomorrow? We'll all be there, and we'll have some fun dressing you up ready for the evening. We'll have something else for you to enjoy to get you in the mood too.' Miranda was only too happy to accept, as the women grinned and continued with their drinks.

Miranda was full of anticipation as she arrived at the large house which belonged to Rosa, the sweet smell of the rambling roses which scaled the lower parts of the whitewashed walls filling the afternoon air. She rang the bell and as the door opened she gasped with amazement as Rosa greeted her with a wicked grin, Clarissa there at the door too, both dressed in tight skirts and perched on high stilettos, Clarissa looked down scornfully at a middle-aged male she had on all fours, naked and leashed.

'Kiss our guests feet Parker, you know the status of all males in the presence of any female; this is Mistress Miranda, and she will enjoy your correction this afternoon.' The two older women smiled contentedly as the leashed male eagerly kissed Miranda's feet, her mind a little shocked at first, but her cunt beginning to swell as she experienced the complete control over the male. Rosa continued.

'Kiss them well Parker or you'll know an extra punishment, taste the freshness of a newly liberated woman who will soon have her own pet. I know how you love to be humiliated before new members, and you'll not be disappointed; she'll see how males are here for the pleasure of womanhood within the hour, and you'll be the first example she'll witness taken down. Kiss those feet nicely, and prepare your mind for further reduction while she watches you being disciplined.' Parker lavished his tongue obediently on Miranda's casual shoes as the women grinned with pleasure, before he felt the leash tugged to signal his homage was sufficient. Rosa smiled softly at Miranda's shoes and casual attire, cloaking her impressive body as the younger woman's unbelieving eyes fixed on the rear of the male as he waddled on all fours; his cock poking down, erect with submissive excitement as he was led through the brightly decorated house by a woman who had shown him her superiority, balls neatly banded with a studded leather strap, a black circle spreading his arsehole - butt plugged to keep his anus wide.

'I can see we are going to have fun preparing you for tonight, it's always such a pleasure to have new girls see how they can express themselves, and I've seen the look in your eyes; all redheads have a rich dominant streak, we'll soon have you enjoying yours to the full extent.' They followed Clarissa through to a room where Mimi, several of the other ladies from last night, and a couple of new faces greeted her warmly.

Miranda was amazed by the appearance of the women who gathered round her, each dressed provocatively in tight satins and leathers, corsets and seamed stockings, each sporting a cane, whip or crop. Their transformation eased her into a surreal new world, which Mimi perpetuated as she took her hand. She had looked enticing and forward enough the night before, but now the 60 year old woman belied her years completely, and did so most convincingly; her plump form was expressed magnificently in a black satin bodice which displayed the pale flesh of her ample cleavage, lightly freckled. Her auburn hair was tied back in a pony tail and her lips glossed cherry red with her eyes lined in black, giving her a very stern appearance. The bodice accentuated her broad hips wonderfully, along with her full arse tightly clad in a leather skirt from which her legs in black seamed nylon went down gracefully to exquisite stilettos.

'We like to get ourselves in the mood for our evening out, all the ladies here have something a little more comfortable to slip into when we go to the Alhambra, but as so often at Rosa's, we have a male to be shown his place; he'll give us an appetite for a fresh conquest, and we all hope it'll do the same for you too.' Miranda's heart raced as she was taken to a central position in the soft leather seating amongst the women, her cunt moistening as Clarissa strutted over to the kneeling Parker and led him to the middle of the floorspace.

His cock rose stiff as the stern woman released her skirt to reveal black pantie hose, the other women sat watching with their own cunts nicely aroused as they waited for his humiliation to begin, Miranda already transfixed by the male's unbending obedience to the superb Clarissa. She stepped closer to the male and grinned wickedly as the kneeling and naked male dared to crane his neck, trying to sniff at her cunt. She slapped his face, bringing smiles of contentment from the other women, then removed her blouse to reveal gently sagging breasts, her nipples poking hard.

'We shall play the 'shoot for the cane' game today; I want our young guest to see how keen you are to be thrashed by any one of the ladies here.' She slapped his face hard again, the pleasure on her face unmistakable as she did so.

'This is Parker, he is typical of all males as with your Baker; he was once brash, rude and downright chauvinistic.' She slapped his face again to command his full attention which had been distracted by the mature and just as equally erotically turned out women who laid a large sheet of paper from a demo board out behind Clarissa, and each eagerly place a line across it bearing their name. Miranda's cunt now began to tingle as she saw the red faced male offer his face for a further slap, his cock boning erect. She slapped him again and pulled his face into her cunt, which was now moist with arousal, Miranda watching his chest inflate as he sniffed at the dominant woman's scent, his bell-end now beginning to dribble pre-cum. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled his head back again.

'What are you now Parker?' He blurted out his reply with a lust that Miranda could taste, making her cunt tingle as the pleasure of him being belittled began to please an erotic side within her, not experienced before.

'I am obedient to all women and will know the pleasure of their superiority.' Clarissa laughed cruelly as he barked out the response he had been taught to humiliate himself with.

'And how did you learn to know that truth?' Miranda watched as he felt the eyes of the other women on him, and heard the submissive pleasure in his voice as he responded.

'You dominated me Mistress Clarissa.' She took much pleasure in slapping his face yet again.

'Oh yes, I dominated you most satisfactorily, but did you want it at the time?' Parker looked at her with a reverence, as though she had been his very creator, or saviour.

'No Mistress, I had to be taught to know my place, to know the pleasure of serving women.' Clarissa smiled with cruel satisfaction.

'Yes Parker, you were very stubborn and had to be caned and whipped into submission; it gave me and some of the other ladies here much pleasure in crushing your will and having you realise that serving women is the natural order of things for a male, and that your constant pain and humiliation is the source of all pleasure.' Her satisfied look of triumph over the subservient male was followed by a smiling glance toward Miranda.

'This is how I intend to see that prig Baker. The moment I saw him, I wanted to have him at my feet, begging for the cane. Parker here was oh so similar in his chauvinistic attitude, and the breaking of a male is so pleasurable. Once broken, that pleasure is perpetual, having them reminded of the way they were and what they are now reduced to is an endless thrill, and one I hope you too will soon learn to enjoy.' She gave the servile male a final harsh slap across the face, making her full breasts wobble to further tantalise the obedient male with her womanly presence, then turned and backed her shapely mature arse into his face, bending slightly to give him the full benefit of her delightfully rounded cheeks. He sniffed at the tang of her arsehole, cock pulsing stiff and waiting on her command as the elegant dominatrix clasped her high heels together and one of the other mature onlookers moved the marked sheet up to her toes.

Clarissa eased her cheeks apart and felt his nose press the sheer black nylon up against her pucker.

'Get that cock between my calves! You'll earn that caning now.' Miranda watched with increasing excitement as the male spread his thighs to lower himself and eased his rigid cock between her taut lower calves with an audible gasp of pleasure. The watching women laughed at his eagerness to disgrace himself, some strutted with their canes, cutting the air to encourage the wasting of his seed in submission, others just taunted the male they had also known in his former arrogance, enjoying his thorough humiliation.

Clarissa kept her elegant high heels close together as Parker thrust his cock between the taut back nylon of her calves as she smiled with spite.

'Which of the ladies will have the pleasure of caning you while our guest watches Parker? I know how you love to be humiliated while a new woman sees the confirmation of your submission, maybe we'll have her cane you too.' She laughed as he moaned into her arse and jerked back and forth eagerly, the pleasure building rapidly as he thought on being thrashed by one of the stricter matriarchs who had placed their name on the sheet. Miranda's cunt tingled as she watched the ladies twitching and flexing canes in anticipation, smiling as the male wantonly humiliated himself as he jerked between Clarissa's legs; her thoughts excited by the idea of it being her there with Baker working himself toward a caning. Something stirred deep within her as she compared the way the gentle looking women had appeared to her at the bar, and how each of them seemed so supremely dominant now.

Suitably attired in black nylon and tight leather skirts, each had enjoyed reducing Parker to the obedient and humiliated pet he now was, each lusted for the opportunity to maintain his lowly status with the canes they brandished. It was obvious that Parker had been taken down to a level he could not escape from, neither did he want to; he was doomed to thrive on a regime of punishment and humiliation which he had been harshly taught to accept as his place below the women, and now he was a beaten cur and yearned to be punished.

The women's fervour grew steadily as Parker's cock began to thrust rigorously between the mature woman's legs, the pleasurable sensation of his bell-end being teased by the nylon intoxicating him like a drug and having him wallow in utter submission to the woman who had dominated him so thoroughly; he was a helpless and servile cur to her power, each stroke of his captive cock accompanied by a sniff of her arsehole, taking him further down. His humiliation became sublime as he felt the women's eyes cast their delicious scorn on his weakness, one of whom would soon punish his flesh for showing the pleasure of his submission. His balls tingled in glorious defeat as he jerked his hips upward, Clarissa laughing as he moaned in ecstasy, his cock thrusting hard between her legs and pulsing a jet of hot semen across the sheet; the women enhancing the intensity of his orgasm by sneering and commenting on how pathetic he was, as he wasted the minor potency of his masculinity, his seed splattering across the sheet and rendered useless to the delight of the women.

Miranda was now completely captivated by the carnal atmosphere as she witnessed the abject pleasure of the women, so clear on their faces at the male's humiliation, his generous emissions of hot semen as he bucked and sniffed in obedience to his Mistress, bringing her to full arousal. She could sense Parker's cringing lust to know the cane as he pumped loops of semen, the sound of each jet of seed's arrival to the paper announcing the punishment to come, his vigour in sending it to the victorious name matched by the women's anticipation as they watched to see if theirs was the line his orgasm in utter defeat had reached. Clarissa's look of contented spite was supreme as she noted Miranda's pleasured gaze while the male grunted in the ecstasy of his surrender.

'Earn the cane Parker, know your place. I'm impatient to see you thrashed.' Her words brought Parker to a divine crescendo as she pushed her anus tight against his nose, the remnants of his hot delivery dribbling down the black nylon to her black stilettos as he wallowed in utter submission to feminine dominance. His anus tingled gloriously as he rested, his cock poking up through his mistress's calves as he had been taught, spent and symbolising its defeat to a greater power as it dribbled in surrender. Clarissa grinned as she squeezed her legs together, easing the remnants of come from his cock and making him gasp, while the women pulled the sheet away, eager to see who would cane him.

With hair in a bun, severe glasses, her softly sagging breasts displaying erect nipples through a white silk blouse, Amanda Barratt flexed her cane in triumph, and the others reluctantly congratulated her; now in her mid sixties, Amanda had entered into a new lease of life on becoming acquainted with Clarissa. She had stumbled through a difficult marriage with a wayward husband and had never been allowed to express her covert dominant desires; on becoming a widow, she was now able to enjoy the spite she had for all males, her confidence boosted by Clarissa on having her realise that she was very attractive to certain males. She had been amazed on how younger men introduced to her, leashed and naked by Clarissa, had eagerly begged to be dominated by her, and she had obliged them with an enthusiasm that grew stronger with each stroke of the cane, and each worship of her hotly aroused cunt that followed. Miranda's own arousal teased at this new pleasure, as she watched the delight in the plump but elegant woman's eyes as she released her leather skirt to reveal a smoothly shaven cunt which Parker would pay homage to after a caning.

Clarissa stood hands on hips, in triumphant contentment as Parker licked his own semen from her shoes, and smiled at Miranda.

'I want to see Baker in this position. You will not believe the thrill it will give you to hear the pleasure of the women when he shoots his seed willingly in surrender for the first time. He'll spend his seed many times on his way to that event, but there is nothing like his surrender on our terms for the first time; I want it to be you who confirms his submission.' She grinned with pleasure as Parker obediently licked the last of his mess from her shoes and looked up to see who would cane him. Amanda stood with her legs tight together, perched on the stilettos which had become her symbol of freedom, her juiced cunt bulging as she pointed her cane at the leather couch which had seen Parker's tears many times. Clarissa lifted her head pompously and addressed the excited feminine audience.

'Parker will now enjoy the cane, but who is keen to see fresh meat brought to book?' The women were unanimous in their reception of the idea; each clapping and chattering their enthusiasm for seeing another male broken, in their succinctly feminine manner, as Amanda watched Parker lay over the arm of the couch.

'Most of you have all been treated to the chauvinistic insolence shown by Baker at the bar the other night; he is ripe for learning his correct position and his situation is ideal. I am pleased to announce Baker as our next project, he will become our youngest member's pet and we'll have him realise his place below her.' Miranda blushed slightly as the women turned to her and gave a delighted applause, but her cunt tingled as her confidence grew at the thought of the sweet revenge she would know, and the sight of Parker's cock stiffening to a full erection as he slid over the soft leather couch confirmed that this was no fantasy; her dominant side was being awakened and the lush thought of seeing Baker know the same submission thrilled her. Clarissa smiled at Amanda.

'Think of what Baker said when you thrash Parker Amanda, have him pay for the arrogance of masculinity which will be crushed; show Miranda how a trained male will spend under utter submission to the power of a woman.' Parker's crushing submission now took him to a divine level as he now knew he would be caned until he spent while the younger woman new to the fold enjoyed his pain, the fresh thrill of the humiliation made his cock bone against the soft leather as he prepared to know the cut of the cane; he would send his seed to the upholstery in a very short time indeed, and as he meekly lifted his head to witness the pleasure of the women, he yearned to know the severest strokes from Amanda.

Amanda placed one hand on hip, and the room was quickly filled with the sweet sound of the cane, her cunt buzzing as Parker bucked and cried out under each punishing stroke, the women enjoying his tears as his flesh bounced under the impact, making him thrust his cock against the leather. After no more than twelve strokes his moans were met with rich applause from the women as Amanda earned the surrender of his balls with some satisfaction, bringing the cane down hard as he readily delivered a second defeated sample of his cream in utter submission. Miranda was enthralled as the owned male was allowed down, his abject humiliation magnified by the sneering women and made to lick his mess from the leather which he did so eagerly, before being led away on all fours between those satisfied women, to service Amanda's cunt in a bedroom. Her mind now had but one objective; she would see Baker do the same.

Rosa smiled as she watched the male led away and took Miranda's hand leading her toward the stairs with Clarissa and Mimi following.

'Come, let's see what we have for you to express those curves this evening.' Miranda watched as Amanda ascended the stairs above her, Parker following on a leash in complete obedience, the younger woman relishing the complete control held so naturally over him. At the top of the stairs Miranda and the other woman smiled as Amanda sternly pointed him to one of the many bedroom doors; he kissed her feet then opened the door for her. He waited obediently outside silently until the click of Amanda's fingers summoned him in, where he he would service her cunt with his tongue.

Rosa led the plump girl and the women to her main bedroom, smiling as she watched Miranda's jaw drop at the lavishly appointed room with its huge bed in black silk, many instruments of torture lining one wall, and an arch to a seemingly endless walk-in wardrobe filled with costumes. The male from the evening before knelt by the arch, blushing with a mixture of shame and pleasure as the women smiled at the French maid's outfit he had made to wear. Rosa looked at him sternly and clicked her fingers, pointing to her feet. Clarissa smiled as he moved urgently to her feet on all fours and kissed them, showing his total awe of her dominance over him.

'I see his training is coming along nicely; seeing his breaking has been so pleasing.' Rosa grinned as she pointed him to the other women's feet, Miranda's cunt tingling as she noted his erect cock poking from beneath the lacy frill of his outfit.

'Oh he's enjoyed his journey immensely too; tell the ladies how you like to be made to come when wearing your maid's outfit boy.' His blush intensified as he was ordered to humiliate himself, his cock lifting the frill of the skirt to reveal his innermost and true desire.

'I like to be caned on the silk Mistress... ' Rosa cut in with a delighted sneer.

'Caned until you come, caned dressed as a girl, and caned until you acknowledge your place below all women.' The women laughed, making his cock bob stiff as he enjoyed the humiliation of their spite.

'You'll be put to good use today, you'll be a dress maid and help us with choosing an outfit for this evening; maybe we'll have her cane you while we watch, you'd like that wouldn't you?' Miranda's heart jumped awkwardly, but her cunt bulged as she contemplated physically dominating a male; she could not deny the new pleasure she was beginning to embrace. The male felt no such hesitation, his cock had stiffened immediately he had seen the plump young woman last night; being caned by her till he came while dressed as a maid and witnessed by his Mistress and other dominant women would award him a lushly submissive orgasm. He bowed his head and tried to conceal his eagerness.

'Yes Mistress, I would willingly endure that punishment.' The women grinned as he was ushered toward the wardrobe by his curvaceous and stern Mistress with a cane, while Clarissa and Mimi had Miranda strip to her underwear. Rosa grinned as she she saw the perfect black dress hanging amongst her outfits, clicking her fingers and having the maid take it and lay it over the bed. His cock bobbed to a full salute as he was then maid to kneel facing the lush curves of Miranda. Her breasts heaved as Rosa handed her a cane then barked at the kneeling maid.

'Over the bed! You'll spend for our guest now.' The women gently ushered her forward with smiles as the feminised male lay over the bed, his bare arse poking invitingly below the frill of his dress.

'You'll enjoy this so much, it will help build your taste for dominance, trust us.' Miranda stood and felt the weight and flexibility of the cane, her grip on it making her cunt tingle. Rosa grinned.

'Now Miranda, show him his place.'

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