Chapter 2

Fully aware of the intentions of his host, the supremely dominant Maud Barrington and Lady Emma Hardwick, Rex boned rigid beneath his frilly maid’s skirt as he teetered on his stilettos upon the steps of Maud’s grand residence amongst the entourage of maids, witnessing the entrance of the pompous and arrogant Count, knowing he was soon to face a rude awakening at the hands of Madam Hardwick. That very woman watched from her unseen vantage point up at a window, teasing her cunt vigorously with a large and stiff wooden phallus, as she watched her soon to be adversary’s arrival ... a phallus she intended using on him.

Maud’s cunt was as aroused as Emma’s - and sorely in need of similar attention - as she strutted from between the ranks of sissy maids to greet the arrival of the Count ... for the last time. Rex’s cock pulsed with a curious spite as he watched the sheer arrogance of a male he knew would in due course be reduced to a snivelling and beaten cur, made to beg for mercy, but who at present believed that Maud relied entirely on his patronage ... and his curt and smug attitude reflected that. Presently attired in what looked like a roman toga, he took Maud’s hand and kissed it as though as a matter of routine, before turning his eyes to the rank of pretty effeminate maids.

“I do hope you have a good selection for me on this visit Madam Barrington, I’m in the mood to hear a virgin squeal on the heat of my cock” Maud feigned a blush at the crudeness of his introductory speech, but in reality it only made her cunt tingle with added contempt for him ... she couldn’t wait to see him writhing under her whip.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll ALL be more than satisfied with your visit on this occasion.” She flicked her whip and pointed a finger down, and Rex was both amazed and sexually thrilled to see the arrogant male drop to his knees with a smile, and sniff at Maud’s heated camel-toe, in deference to the fact that she was Mistress and ruler of that house ... and in recognition that they’d met through his having, not only a penchant for feminised males, but a dark lust for the authority of mature females too.

Maud had made his acquaintance some time ago, when desperate for ideas to fund and maintain the huge house and grounds which she had in turn acquired from a male long disposed of; the secretive and incognito lifestyle of that male, suiting Maud’s ‘spinster’ reputation in public eyes as it went virtually unnoticed. The liaison, sparked by his desire to be dominated, sexually, domestically, and in entirety, had been eagerly obliged by Maud’s strict authority and sadism, and having signed everything in his life over to her most willingly, he was duly disposed of as Maud’s personal interest in him wained. Shooting his final tribute to her as he hanged on display upon a gallows erected on the inner courtyard, his deeply erotic demise at the hand of feminine authority was enjoyed in pompously dominant ceremony by a select group of feminine confidants ... among them, one Esther Craddock, his former Housekeeper, who’d introduced him to Maud, and whose spiteful pleasure in her responsibility for that point, didn’t go unnoticed by him as he spent his last upon the rope.

Esther had been in attendance since, and attended now to see the Count pay homage to a greater power; she, Marsha, and Grace, smiling wickedly at each other on seeing the Count sniff Maud’s cunt in what was to him a mere formality on his visits - though they knew it gave him a worthy erection. He’d be allowed to enjoy sweet maids as he was lulled into a false sense of security, then he’d find that this visit was anything but a formality. Esther’s cunt oozed with erotically charged sadism, as she thought on a repetition of the fate of the house’s former owner. Her clitoris tingled incessantly; the ex owner had merely succumbed willingly to feminine superiority and had ceded property to a more rightful owner; the male on his knees before Maud now, had been arrogant toward womanhood, had used his wealth to appear equal ... or even superior to women. His disposal would be a pleasure indeed, especially as he’d not be quite as willing to be snuffed ... but he’d give up his seed in a final surrender just the same, they’d see to that.

Maud’s cunt flourished too, as the kneeling Count sniffed at her fragrance through the tight material of her jodhpurs; her games of dominance with him on their becoming acquainted had been just that. He’d enjoyed being dressed as a maid himself and ordered to perform tasks, his physical punishments had been no more than the odd spanking, though unknown to each other, both had desired more. The business side of things, and the distraction of both his, and her’s, sexual pleasures involving the maids had prevented her full sadism and his utter submission ... but he’d not escape it on this occasion.

Esther, Marsha, and Grace, all sneered uniformly, as the Count arose from his knees without requesting Maud’s permission; his smile giving away the fact that he knew this would irk her inside, he gaining a perverse sexual thrill from it, taunting her, as though to purposely provoke punishment ... and seeking it. Maud restrained herself as his cheek continued, while his troupe of maids ferried his plethora of bags from the motor carriage in which he’d arrived, through to the house, and shown where to go by the stable girls, who also eyed the Count with contempt ... and a desire to see him receive what he’d earned.

“I’ll see some of those prospective purchases now, if you don’t mind ... I’m longing to masturbate over one or two of them, after my journey from Stag Hall.” Maud sneered with contempt at his desire to perform self-abuse openly and unashamedly, something he often did on arrival, and the rank of pretty maids blushed and pouted as he eyed them on walking through to a lounge with Maud, Esther ushering the maids through, after them, Marsha prompting Rex to mince through also, and advising him of the Count’s erotic tastes as they went.

“You’ll see a show of blatant masculine bravado now, his disgusting practice of open masturbation is as much a slant at femininity, as it is for his pleasure; he likes to show his cock to women whilst getting off on the sight of prettily transformed maids...” She grinned as the formidable figure of Lady Emma Hardwick descended from above and entered the lounge unseen by him, hidden by the plethora of maids and stable girls.

“ ... but this will be the last time he masturbates under such circumstances.” Rex watched as the Count slipped onto a low chaise longue, putting a hand down the folds of his silken toga, and looking at Maud pompously.

“Well?” Maud always despised his impatience, a trait he always displayed upon arrival, such was the excitement and need of his cock to view new maids. She smirked as the gaggle of pretty maids eagerly encircled the Count when prompted to by Esther, each longing to know his cock, though she noted the sweet blonde Cindy who’d obliged his cock orally on a prior visit, held back and got as close to Rex as she dare, without her affections becoming too obvious. The delicate young beauty’s eyes shied away from the gaze of her Mistress, wary of being chosen. She needn’t have worried as Maud already had the first maid in mind, lifting a key from her tightly fitting jacket.

“We have a maid here, who like you, likes to masturbate ... hence you’ll need this key if you wish to view her little cock, which obviously functions adequately, despite its diminutive size.” Cindy gave out a momentary sigh of relief and couldn’t help but direct her eyes at Rex, as though she already considered herself his, making his cock pulse as rigid as the Count’s, which was now openly on display. The other maids giggled under their breaths in unison at what Maud had said, and at the lewd spectacle before them ... they all liked to masturbate after all, just had been fortunate enough not to get caught. Maud clicked her fingers, and barked out, bringing a tingle to every pair of submissive and feminised balls there.

“Where are you girl! Step forward now ... or know my cane!” Maud’s dominant command was merely for show, Rex’s erection pulsing as he saw the maid first seen at the whipping post outside when he’d arrived, step forward eagerly, in anticipation of showing herself. A murmur of delight and envy reverberated about the lounge as the count exposed his erect cock from under his garments, and began to stroke its rigid length as the soft beauty teetered on her heels and curtsied before him.

Rex gasped at this example of the perfection of feminisation, the wasp waist and small breasts emphasised so sweetly by the tight maid’s uniform, the high frilly skirt detailing the long feminine legs perched on tall heels, their silky white flesh and ballerina like form, belying the fact that this sweet thing had ever had any connection to masculinity. Maud grinned with triumph at this example; as per all her other captures, the original gender was soon forgotten, the whips of Esther, Maud, and many female guests, dealing with the psyche side of things, the physical feminisation of female attire soon cherished by subjects chosen for their probability to delve into the delights of the opposite gender, and having been secured at Maud’s residence, fed a constant diet of soy, flax seed, and dried fruits, rich in estrogen ... ensuring the development of breasts and an irreversible move to physical femininity.

Maud’s cunt moistened lushly as she watched the Count’s eyes wildly survey the sweet form, as did Lady Emma Harwick’s as she surveyed her prey. Maud flicked her eyes toward Emma, her smile confirming she was also anxious to see him spurt, and get him into the grand hall where the horde of other female guests would greet his entry with studied nonchalance ... though they all knew, and hotly relished, the spiteful and sadistic pageant of disposal that this upstart male would suffer. Maud walked up to the maid and flicked her legs with a cane, posing next to her.

“Lean forward and raise your skirt girl! ... show him what you have ... and what girls who masturbate have to wear!” The Count began to grunt under his breath, desperately trying to hold back his seed and prolong his strop Dorcas long as possible, now teased by the sight of a feminised maid and a superbly mature and dominant woman. He could hold back no longer as the maid did as commanded, lifting her skirt and leaning forward. He groaned as his eyes took in the graceful thigh tops, delicious white buttocks with a sweetly inviting pucker, and a soft brown seam leading to a cruelly ringed, hairless scrotum, the diminutive cock which had been wanked in his honour, wickedly imprisoned in a tight metal cage, the tiny padlock to which the Count now had a key, hanging in wait of unlocking when he had that sweet pucker all for himself later. The Count jerked and moaned unashamedly as he sent a loop of cream high, the action causing an excited murmur about the crowd of sissy maids, each trying to remain as calm and ladylike as possible. The Count’s mind was in a blissful torment as his cock spat out a healthy delivery of semen, his eyes focusing on the best of both his worlds; a delicious sissy maid whose anus he’d fill with cream later ... and an exceptionally dominant woman whom he’d already cheeked, and longed to be punished by.

Lady Emma looked on, sexually aroused yet full of utter contempt for the male, as he shot his load in an act of pure exhibitionism, flaunting his manhood in a gesture of contempt for the sex he really knew was superior, but safe in the knowledge that he was necessary and could get away with it, that aspect of the base act giving him a thrill in itself. Oh yes, she was going to thoroughly enjoy having him know he was surplus to requirements ... and seeing him castrated so’s he’d never be so smug again, even if he were not to be hanged, which he most certainly would. She watched with further contempt, as the panting count clicked his fingers, and one of the maids he’d arrived with, approached with a smug smile toward the audience of maids, then descended on her knees and leaned forward to show the audience her own hanging scrotum, neatly ringed at the neck, and without hesitation consumed the Count’s cock within the warmth of her mouth, and proceeded to suck it clean.

Suitably cleaned, the Count now stood and faced Maud as he fondled the backside of the caged maid.

“I take it I have the usual room?” Maud grinned wistfully as she replied.

“Of course. You may wish to take young Carla up there, and have her wait your return ... there’s a lot of ladies in the main hall attending an equestrian function, I’m sure they’d appreciate your company as an ... err... ‘male’.” The Count grinned, at the peculiarity of the end of her sentence; she knew his habits well, especially his fondness for transvestitism.

“As everyone else here is a lady, I shall be delighted to attend as one, I shall be in the hall forthwith... “ He squeezed Carla’s buttocks, slipping a finger up her cleft and across her pucker, making her gasp and blush.

“ ... the experience of being admired ... and ridiculed, by so many stern women, will rebuild my appetite to for a proper introduction to Carla here...” He passed the cage key to the maid who’d sucked his cock clean.

“ ... but we’ll make sure she doesn’t waste her seed till I return.” As he led her away to the stairs, followed by his three maids in waiting, Emma emerged from her cover beyond the maids, who along with Rex, Marsha, and Grace, were filing out of the lounge and making for the main hall, as eager for the excitement of the meeting of the equestrian women. She approached Maud who greeted her with a hearty smile, Emma looking flushed with the pure impudence that the male had shown her host. She flicked her horsewhip impatiently as she watched the count disappear from sight at the top of the stairs.

“Why, never mind the purchasing of maids! ... I’d gladly pay my entire wealth just to see that ‘man’ brought down ... I don’t know how you’ve managed to restrain yourself...” Her nipples poked rock hard through her tight satin blouse, her close fitting riding jacket now open, so flushed was she ... exposing the sexual pleasure she felt in what was to come, overriding the irritation she suffered as she flicked her whip again.

“ ... bringing him down, seeing him whipped by you, will be such a pleasure ... especially the castration!” Maud flicked her whip, her sexual arousal growing by the moment with the comfort of Emma’s assurance ... castrating him would be a dark pleasure indeed, but seeing him pay penance on the rope before a delighted feminine audience would be a lush and fulfilling closure to his tyranny indeed.

The Count’s cock stood high again, as he perched on tall feminine heels whilst his smiling maids fitted the tight corset with false breast cups which squeezed his flesh into a convenient cleavage at the top, and accentuated his hips and buttocks below. It was also convenient that he was not of great masculine stature anyway, the heels taking him to the height that was attained by many a tallish woman, his cock perking high as he admired his wasp waisted figure in the mirror as the maids slipped the elegant gown over his head, ensuring that waist was displayed in full by buckling a broad belt about it, then slipping an outrageous auburn haired wig fashioned in a tall bun, over his hairline. As the maids delighted in applying lipstick and mascara to his face while he sat cross-legged before the mirror, his cock pulsed at the look he’d seen in Maud’s eyes as he taunted her. He knew this visit was to be special somehow, but just how special, he could never have imagined.

Downstairs, Rex’s cock poked rigid and high, held close to his belly by the tight elastic of the panties he wore, as he took in the plethora of mature and dominant women in their tight riding gear, the essence of strict and unbending feminine power, permeating the very fibre of the residence. Pre-cum oozed from his bell as he took in the array of splendid feminine bellies bulging, broad thighs and generous mature backsides in tight jodhpurs, knowing each was a woman who delighted in the belittlement, control, and absolute dominance of masculinity. Madam Marsha Honeywell, who now owned him, smiled broadly on noting his gape, flicking her horsewhip to bring his mind back to the present, reminding him who owned him, and taking his mind to another dark pleasure as she ushered the sweet Cindy toward him with Esther’s assistance. The sissy blushed and gasped audibly, as she was made to stand with her back against Rex’s, his cock pulsing wildly now, as her pert bottom squeezed up against his loins at Esther’s prompting. Marsha smiled curtly as Rex stood stiffly, arms to his side, still desperately trying to hide the obvious attraction he had for the sweet blonde sissy ... though it was more than apparent to Marsha, Esther, and every woman or maid aware of either of them, and the sordid nature of it, both pleased and excited the women in particular.

“Don’t be so rigid Regina, we all know you lust to make Cindy your sissy bride...” She smiled softly at the eyes of Cindy, her cute effeminate face, full of just that desire ... the desire for Rex to take her like a girl, her little cock throbbing erect below her skirt as she imagined being penetrated lustily.

“ ... and we know Cindy dreams of it too ... she’s more than aware that such relations exist within Madam Maud’s residence, just look around.” Rex gasped as, on cue, Grace ushered her Head Maid past, feigning the need of a special favour from her, though her duties for the day were over and she was to enjoy the pageant. Trailing behind the obviously feminised male, with a similarity to that of Rex’s situation, and holding her hand tightly, a younger and sweetly effeminate sissy minced obediently ... firstly the property of her Mistress, and secondarily, owned by the Head Maid. Marsha sneered with pleasure as she flicked her whip playfully, her cunt hot with the sexual mischief of seeing to a further humiliation of the male who worshipped her, in outing him to a divine pleasure he’d never have even imagined till she’d introduced him to it.

“Put your arms around her belly, feel her warmth Regina, feel how she wants to be your sissy bride ... and how you want it too.” Rex didn’t hesitate, slipping his hands about the sissy’s feminine hips and waist, gently squeezing her belly ... and feeling her squeeze back tighter against the erect cock she so dearly wanted to penetrate her. Rex gasped and sniffed at her blonde hair longingly, as Marsha and Esther sneered victoriously, Esther putting her hand up Cindy’s short skirt to gently fondle a diminutive but rigidly erect cock, evidence of the young sissy’s lust to be owned and fucked vigorously by Rex.

“There, you sweet thing, I know whose cock you’d rather suck in submission ... and it doesn’t belong to the Count.” Marsha grinned as Maud and Emma arrived to join them, Maud sneering with a mixture of contempt and justifiable satisfaction at seeing what Rex had been reduced to.

“I’ll wager he never dreamed of where his desires would take him, when he first viewed you and sniffed your saddle at the stables, or dreamed of the humiliation, and pleasures to be had in courting a sissy...” Marsha cut in, her cunt tingling sweetly with the pleasure of seeing Rex overcome by the temptation of a pretty sissy, and of the couples’ part they’d play in the pleasures to come.

“ ... especially as Cindy here was a favourite of the Count’s ... I can’t wait to see his face when we tell him she’s going to be my Head Maid’s bride.” Rex’s cock pulsed rock hard against Cindy’s back, and squeezed her ever tighter, knowing she was to be his own, while Cindy simply melted into his body, overcome with what she’d heard, and longing to feel that cock at her back, slip between the cleft of her buttocks and thrust at her pucker with the passion she knew he had for her. Lady Emma sneered at the lusty embrace, flicking her whip with impatience at seeing the Count brought down, and in sexual admiration at the pretty blonde before her.

“Such a shame she’s not for sale, I’ve many a client ... both male and female, who’d pay generously to own such a delicate flower, so hard to believe she ever had any masculine traits, such a pleasure to see her enjoying enforced femininity.” The women were distracted by the murmurings of some of the other female guests, who were numerous and keen for the spectacle of the next few days, heralding the entrance of the very person they’d expected, but had to show a studied nonchalance to, until the time was right. The mature and prominent clitoris of Lady Emma Harwick’s cunt, tingled with a sadistic eagerness as she cut the air with her whip, and sneered toward the figure making an entrance.

The Count’s balls tingled, his cock rigid with sexual excitement below his dress, as the pleasures of virtually every sexual deviance he enjoyed, assailed his senses on entering the hall in the full pomp of womanly guise, his three favoured and deliciously effeminate sissies making up an entourage behind him. Imitating the sex he revered, yet had no inner desire to actually become but which gave him a lush sexual thrill, he walked with an arrogance even greater than when as a male, amongst the haughty examples of Mature and dominant womanhood he loved to serve in submission. Their curt acknowledgements of him, and the casual yet impulsive flicking of their crops and whips in showing their inner desires to tease and ridicule this imposter, had him waft dreamlike through their obvious scorn, the pleasure magnificent.

The sweet sissy maids whom he was also so sexually desirous of, abounded in the hope of being noticed, purchased, and consigned to a life of service to a deviant and dominant owner somewhere, their reverence to to this queen, whose regal status was legendary amongst them, fawned and curtsied before him whenever Madam Esther was not within sight. Other sissies who were knowledgeable of the regicide to come, held back and tittered at the pomp he issued out, knowing he was soon to spend his last under the heels of Maud and Lady Emma Hardwick, the latter now already receiving worship from those in the know ... some who’d soon know that she was partial to using a beautifully smooth wooden phallus on sissies, which would become more legendary than the Count’s cock ever was.

His heart fluttered a little at the curious atmosphere that seemed to prevail that evening, making him feel all the more effeminate, and lusciously vulnerable inside. He’d strutted in feminine attire before dominant women many times before, but tonight their abhorrence, contempt, and sheer pleasure at his pathetic imitation of the superior sex, seemed somehow practiced; some then ignoring his presence completely ... but others giving him prolonged and goading looks, their smugness having his anus tingle deliciously at their knowing and spiteful smiles, having him fear - and yearn - that some special punishment was in store for him, due to his cheeking of the Mistress of the house. As he approached that very woman, a woman who knew no greater pleasure than that of breaking masculinity, his cock bolted high and in need of spurting as her look confirmed a special desire of some sort within it. He faltered a little for the first time, bringing sneers from many of his matriarchal audience, then stride forward in feminine pomp once more, confident of his necessity to the dominant host, due to his and her financial circumstances.

Maud’s grin almost developed into a sneer as she greeted him, enjoying the startled look in his eyes on viewing the supremely dominant Emma, standing tall on heels, her tight jodhpurs displaying a beautifully feminine shape which he could never emulate. He’d not seen this woman before, but just her presence had his anus tingling in need of that whip she flicked playfully across the palms of her black gloved hands. Maud’s cunt buzzed with the sexual excitement of satisfied spite, as he eyes turned to Cindy, who’d sucked his cock so mesmerisingly to orgasm on his prior visit, and he’d promised himself the penetration of her tight anus, one way or another - Maud forbidding it then. Her pleasure was close to an ecstasy, on seeing the jealousy in his eyes, on seeing the sweet blonde sissy held tight in an embrace by a Head Maid whom he”d not seen before, and whose features betrayed a masculinity, like his, not brought down under the enslavement of estrogen. Maud allowed it to register with him, that the sissy was now owned internally, and was delighted to see the smirks on the faces of his maids, eyeing Cindy who’d have been an unassailable rival for the Count’s affections - now safely out of his reach. She then began her own masked ridicule, with the utmost pleasure.

“You look wonderful my Dear Countess ... the very picture of feminine grace and vulnerability, you must be thrilled to parade before such an audience of women, all of whom would gladly thrash you for your impudence in impersonating feminity in such gaudy fashion.” He erected hard as she too, began to flick her whip with an impatience to see him punished ... permanently. Her smile stretched across her face and she sighed longingly, in a way he only seen her do when fully aroused on those occasions she’d dominated him, and he then noted that the audience of women was now showing an interest in him that his initial entrance hadn’t generated, their curt and knowing smiles almost uniform as the converged closer to the conversation, whips being flicked with a haughty deference. She looked to Lady Emma, and could see that she was more than ready for justice to be served ... and the eagerness of the crowd of mature women to see punishment served, sooner rather than later, prompted her in bringing forward the pleasure she’d planned over several days. She smirked at the consternation his face now showed, and led his eyes to Emma.

“This is Lady Emma Hardwick, heiress to several fortunes through late husbands, now gladly and conveniently disposed of. One a shipping magnate, another a wealthy landowner, amongst others ... she now has a little interest in our operation here.” Lady Emma flicked her whip with rapidity across her palm, the Count’s eyes unable to avoid seeing the damp patch developing across the lush camel-toe protruding in arousal through her tight jodhpurs.

“Yes, I chose my husbands well, sought them out for their combination of wealth ... and a certain preference to know the strength of a woman sexually...” The Count swallowed hard, his anus tingling nervously now, on taking in what Maud had said, and what this obviously severe woman was telling him now.

“ ... having chosen them, I saw to it that they were duly broken, dominated, defeated totally ... and then disposed of, as is my way with all males...” His cock pulsed with a curiously masochistic pleasure as he stood before this magnificent woman, guessing he was to be dealt with as per her husband’s, his heart racing as the audience of dominants grew ever closer, his cock now more than ready to spurt again in the bliss of the visual ridicule they now uniformly showed him, exposed, dressed as a woman, the auburn wig illuminating his shame, as Lady Emma Hardwick had him hear what he didn’t want to hear ... and now feared most.

“ ... now being free of any superfluous and official male attachment, I find I have more money than I know what to do with, and have developed several personal interests which add even more to my fortune, as well as indulging my sexual pleasures ... one of them is the procurement of sissy maids for a life of servitude ... one of the things that arouses me most wickedly, is seeing males robbed of their masculinity, feminised completely, and used as girls...” Maud laughed sneeringly, as three of the women moved out of the crowd, and took great pleasure in taking hold of the three sissies he’d arrived with, Emma continuing with righteous feminine pomposity.

“ ... these three will do nicely for a start...” The bewildered Count trembled as she produced a generous wooden phallus with body straps, and ran her fingers across its smooth and shiny bell-end.

“ ... take them to my room, they’ll all spend sweetly at my pleasure later.” Maud was in a rapture of spiteful contentment on seeing the fear in the Count’s face as the three delicate prizes which had been his, were led away, knowing they were to be fucked lustily by a dominant woman ... all three going willingly, the meekest of them giving out a passionate sigh as her parting eyes took in that phallus, and the magnificent woman who was to use it on her. Emma then looked on the Count with a spiteful sneer.

“As for you, you’re of no use other than for immediate pleasure ... and you know you deserve punishment in the extreme.” Maud’s cunt tingled close to orgasm, her grip on her whip intense, as the Count fell to his knees, begging for mercy.

“Please ... no ... no ... I beg you!” His grovelling pleas were drowned out by the laughter from the audience of dominant women, now leering in unison and thoroughly enjoying his plight ... and the misery to come. Many there were aware of his arrogance and despised him, many others there by invite to a very special and hotly erotic event, all lusting to see him shamed, punished, deprived of his feeble manhood in permanence ... and hanged for the sheer and unanimous pleasure of a dominant feminine audience. Maud’s sense of triumph was exquisite, as the wasp waisted transvestite grovelled at her feet for mercy; she’d expected a little of his arrogance to prevail when he realised his game was up, but his pathetic and simpering admission of defeat had her sadism peak, her cunt buzzing with spiteful pleasure as she enhanced the thrill further.