Chapter 1

Madam Anne Stockwell stood tall in black patent stilettos and a tight leather skirt she’d bought for those special occasions, when she opened an item of mail which had her cunt wet with arousal within moments. A well known and popularly used dominatrix of that parish, the stern woman of around sixty years was already legendary to those weak male individuals in the know, for her cruelty and efficiency with cane and whip, and also well known to many like indeed women who brought their submissive male partners to her for special disciplines and well deserved punishment.

The item of mail which had her mature cunt wet with sadistic pleasure, was heralding however, a pleasure beyond those masturbation inducing bouts with whip or cane in the breaking of male flesh, for it read:

‘Dear Madam Stockwell, we are most pleased to inform you that your application to perform the act of finality discussed in our raffle has been successful. Please attend Crampington House on the 13th of this month for the week of enjoyment which will culminate with your personal satisfaction, which will be also be mutual to all those invited. Yours, Madam Ursula Wickstaff.’

Anne sighed with erotic pleasure, and an air of disbelief at her good fortune in coming across a darker and sadistic circle of domination through a woman who’d brought her third, and latest, his and to her for ‘Grade 1 Discipline’ in which the breaking of a male’s spirit in permanence via the cane was guaranteed by her. After gleefully watching her new husband brought to tears several times and beg for mercy, which earned him further thrashings, the woman had indulged Anne on her most intimately and illicitly erotic dealings. Aware that Anne practiced asphyxiating males close to death as part of her disciplines, she indulged her with her views, and asked if the ultimate act of dominance over the male would ever be considered by her.

“Would it delight you to silence a male in permanence ... without there being any complications?” Anne flexed her cane as the husband wept openly, and writhed on the rack in anticipation of further punishment due deservedly for his begging, her cunt hot with the satisfaction so far, in reducing a male before his equally satisfied wife. Her thoughts went to the woman’s query, and to those lush excitements she’d had, when having males buck and convulse with their heads bagged by her commanding hands ... the thought of seeing them to their deaths would always haunt her in those moments, especially when they’d earned her contempt by spending their seed in honour of her power. She grinned as she cut the air with her cane, having the husband buck his backside in the want of its cut ... indicating his breaking was close.

“Oh yes ... that would be a pleasure like no other...” and ensuring that her caned husband could hear her nice and clearly, she enjoyed having him hear her desires as she stroked his striped backside with her cane.

“I often indulge in snuff movies, so envious of the women depicted, even if they are from some far flung lawless state, where such ‘disappearances’ go unnoticed.” The woman grinned as Anne levelled her wickedly flexible came, and drew it across the striped flesh of her husband, having him raise his fleshy and red buttocks in wanting it.

“Well it happens here too ... I’ve seen several, and had the pleasure once myself... “ Anne gasped at her smug and matter-of-fact announcement, pressing her cane hard against the husband’s buttocks as she continued.

“ ... my previous husband met with an unfortunate accident whilst on business abroad ... officially...” She crossed her legs as she sat in full view of her third husband, pulling her skirt high to show him her stocking tops, and the broad thighs his head would go between after breaking to satisfaction was confirmed.

“ ... but we know different, don’t we dear?” Anne smirked at her audacity, full of admiration for her openness, teasing the flesh of her snivelling husband with the stroking of her cane, in promise of its further use.

“You mean this wretch is aware of it?” The woman slipped a finger down to her panties, and worked it against the wet camel toe of her silken gusset as she smiled at him.

“Oh yes, he watched, along with other select pets and the plethora of like minded women, as I showed him the ultimate way a male can please womanhood.” She gave her husband a spiteful grin as she took a card from her bag and placed it on the table amongst the array of canes.

“I’ll leave this with you, it has my name and membership number on it ... mention that when you contact the addressee - cards and details are only ever given out to suitable new members by those of us in authority - you’ll find Crampington House and its members most accommodating toward a woman of your tastes.” Wth that, she grinned as Madam Anne Stockwell lifted her cane in a lust to have a male know her thoughts on the matter, a male who she now knew had witnessed that ultimate satisfaction of womanhood, and would pay for her jealousy of that indulgence most severely. Anne sighed, as hand on hip, with cunt and anus wet with the need of a slave’s tongue, she had the husband feel her ire with the song of the cane most thoroughly. The woman watched with utter satisfaction as her latest husband was duly broken, doubly excited at seeing a mature woman flex her full figured body, one which would now be joining her in an exquisitely sadistic circle of dominant womanhood.

He’d long marvelled at her confident persona at the seedy nightclub he’d been drawn to all too often in the hope of seeing her, and unknown to him, she’d had her eye on him ... and had done her homework on him most thoroughly, finding him an ideal candidate for her usage. The club set in the back streets of the theatre area was known for its risque BDSM acts, and it had soon been patently aware to Madam Bernice Chesterton that the acts involving women of her sexually commanding persuasion were those which had drawn his most avid attention ... he was a submissive, and was to be put to good use. Having many friends within that industry, who were also confidantes of hers at another venue, the background and situation of Mr Dorian Thorpe was soon obtained, the details pleasing Madam Chesterton to the point of arousal.

Thorpe was virtually a loner, unattached due to his perverse sexual desires for women of a strict authority, which he’d not had the courage to reveal socially when amongst women he found he desired, but had been most apparent to those professional women his burning desires had had him visit, their pleasure in being paid to boss and cane him, duly appreciated. Dorian was therefore overwhelmed when he heard Bernice’s dark tones from the table directly behind him, he having been engrossed in an act which involved a leather clad women demonstrating her prowess with a bullwhip.

“She’d be even keener with that whip, if she had a male subject to play it against ... wouldn’t she Dorian.” He swallowed hard at her openness about just what he was dreaming of, and that she knew his name. Turning, he was close enough to smell her perfume, and take in the smiles of her and two younger, but equally stern women who accompanied her. Those smiles were so apparently teasing, knowing they knew not just his name, but also his sexual appetite for women like them. Those grins intensified as they enjoyed watching him struggle for a response, so taken aback was he, at being confronted by the very woman he always hoped to glimpse at that venue ... and masturbate over later. The response mattered not to Bernice, her decision to own him from that evening on had been made, and she would not be denied his absolute enslavement.

“I ... I should think so...” She grinned with an air of contempt that had his already erect cock, perk with excitement tinged with embarrassment at being outed.

“You mean you’d like to know so ... don’t you?”. He gasped as all three women laughed cynically, thoroughly enjoying his humiliation at their hands, and exciting him all the more. He gasped in amazement, not able to offer a further response as Bernice grinned with satisfaction, and gestured to one of the younger women.

“Go and fetch the car, Juliet, we’re going to have Dorian here, entertain us at home.” His cock throbbed to a rigidity which had him close to spurting in disbelief, as he watched the leather skirted Juliet flex her shapely backside as she strutted out eagerly after downing her drink from a tall stemmed glass, the fact that his evening was being decided for him, by confident women, having his anus tingle with a mixture of fear and cold realisation that his lust for firm feminine authority was no secret to them. Madam Bernice Chesterton was in her element, as she and the other woman stood up, showing their superior elevation on tall stiletto heels, the feminine elegance in their presence undeniable.

“Come Dorian, we know so much about you already, but we’ll soon have you confess what really excites you...” Her full breaths swelled in the silk blouse she wore, as he struggled to his feet without question, under her control already.

“ ... and you’ll hear just what I will require from you, from now on.” He wavered a little as he stood, bringing a sneer from Bernice, who then motioned to the other young woman.

“See he comes along obediently, Dominique, we don’t want him bolting now he’s ours.” Dorian’s cock reached a new level of rigidity, as Dominique stood to reveal she was as tall as she was buxom, over six feet in her tall heels, she showed that she was aptly named as she stepped to one side of him and took his arm, holding it flat against his back and barking a command on his ear.

“Walk!” He now had no choice in the matter, and his balls tingled with a submissive lust as he took in the smiles of other women in the club, their grind telling him they knew he was under the control of the buxom girl and her mature mistress ... and was being taken away in shame to be dominated. As they reached the exit doors, he found it wasn’t just female customers who knew his fate; he gasped as the red headed female proprietor, another women he fantasised about and masturbated over, was waiting to see his departure under feminine control, her grin of utter contempt at him, and her words with Bernice exciting him further.

“I knew he’d be easy Bernice ... I can’t wait to see him at Crampington, I’m so looking forward to his transformation...” Dominique squeezed his arm as he shuddered,.Bernice grinning broadly with contentment.

“Oh. you’ll not recognise him by then Eunice, my girls and I intend to have him well trained and ready for the rigours that await him there.” The mature redhead grinned as she opened the doors for them.

“Don’t forget to pass on the keys ... I’ll have my girls sort things out this end.” Dorian puzzled at her words, but had no time to feel on it, as the shapely brunette Juliet stood holding the door of the awaiting car open, and after Bernice had entered, Dominique eagerly saw to it that their capture followed her in ... a d h sag with his.bulging erection clearly prominent as the Amazonic young woman also got in, locking the door as she slipped in next to him, having the hapless Dorian sandwiched between her and the mature Bernice. Juliet eyed their catch in the rear view mirror as she set off, sneering as she accelerated away on the journey to Bernice’s.

“Well that was easy Mistress ... I can’t wait to hear him begging for favours.” Bernice smiled wickedly as she produced a black blindfold from her bag and swivelled in the seat to wrap it about a startled Dorian’s head.

“We can’t have you seeing where we’re going, it just wouldn’t do to have you memorise the route ... or the area where you’ll become my property.” She and the girls laughed cynically as he took in her perfume and the swell of her ample breasts brushing against him ... then the feel of Dominique’s hand on his bulge as Bernice produced something else from her bag.

“Open your mouth wide ... now!” Dominique gave out a wicked chuckle of satisfaction, her cunt wet with arousal as the bulge in her hand perked wantonly whilst Dorian felt the sphere of a hard rubber ball-gag being inserted into his gape, his cock perking all the more on her feminine accomplice’s hand, as the elegant fingers of the woman he’d masturbated over so often, buckled the strap nice and tight to ensure his silence.

“There! ... we can’t have you crying out in fear and alerting anyone, now you know we’ve decided to keep you.” She knew there would be little chance that he’d even consider doing that, but her cunt tingled and moistened all the more at her act of taking further control of him ... and knowing it excited him into sinking further into his lust to be dominated completely. As the older woman sighed with pleasure into his ear, he felt Dominique unzip his bulge, his murmur through the gag exciting their dominance as his cock was exposed for their ridicule for the first time, Dominique sneering theatricality as his meagre cock stood tall and stiff in her hand, his murmuring through the gag increasing as she slipped the nails of her other hand up and down his bulging gland.