Chapter 3

The defeated male who’d once been Dorian Thorpe but was now simply the enslaved submissive property of Madam Bernice Chesterton ... and any woman who cared to take a whip to him, now he was interred at Crampington House, knelt with cock poking rigid as Bernice, Dominique, Juliet, Madam Eunice Winter, and the stern housekeeper Madam Hilda Brown, discarded their clothing nonchalantly in the plush changing room adjoining the sauna facility. His staring cock pulsed at the array of feminine nakedness before him, the contrasting bodies of women who had all whipped him for pleasure prior to their visit to the steamy venue, exciting him and having him long to know their whips whilst completely naked.

He had of course, tasted the cunts and anuses of all five women, and had witnessed them on various states of nakedness, but to see all three openly display their wares with pert decadence, had his anus clench hard at the butt plug on being seen with them whilst his flesh displayed the striping they’d awarded him in confirming to one and all that he was a pathetic submissive, whose every movement or action was determined by the feminine power that owned him. He was now patently aware that he was no longer simply the property of Madam Bernice Chesterton, whose deliciously fleshy buttocks now shimmered before him, but every woman who frequented the hedonistic and secretive domain of feminine dominance that was Crampington House, as the sneering women aided his crawling progress behind his Mistress with birch whips from a stand as they neared the warmth of pine doors.

As the whiff of pine blended with sweet feminine perfumes brought his cock up stiffly when enveloped by the heat as the pine doors were opened by Bernice, she had his manhood bolt to an aching rigidity on looking down at him with sneering contempt whilst the others giggled cynically, flicking his already striped backside with the smartly flexible and spitefully thin birch whips.

“There’s lots of ladies in here who long to see you ... you’ll be on your most obedient behaviour, and will lick the cunt and rosebud of any woman demanding it, without question.” Dominique then showed him the firmness of her ample and supple breasts, her nipples poking hard with sexual excitement, as she bent to unstrap the ball-gag he’d been silenced with, ensuring that no impertinence was allowed him. He gasped as his mouth was allowed the freedom of breath, on entering the hot sauna, the whooshing sound of yet more water being added to the coals by a male cur ordered to do so, was punctuated by the chatter of dominant femininity, on recognising the entrance of Madam Bernice Chesterton ... with a male they knew was to provide the ultimate sexual thrill available, smugly appeasing their absolute dominance over masculinity.

Dorian couldn’t help but notice that the attention of every woman there was suddenly diverted to him, despite there being several other males in attendance, some crouching in servility on the stone floor awaiting commands, others frantically licking at the perspiring cunts of senior women. Unlike Dorian’s excited and open face, all other males were hooded to perfect anonymity - their personalities having been erased along with any significance they once held - now merely slaves. The sighs of contentment from the women on seeing him seemed to provoke the sweat now already dripping from his body, as in turn, his eyes took in the beads of feminine perspiration descend down the lush contours of the array of mature breasts and ample thighs.

The chattering of the women increased and some soft applause permeated the humidity, as a party of women sauntered on from another entrance, one of whom yet anonymous to their eyes, but recognisable as being of significance, due to her being with Madam Fiona Redshaw, whose curt smile developed into a smug sneer on seeing Madam Bernice Chesterton’s whipped and submissive slave - a look duplicated and somewhat magnified by the magnificent figure of mature femininity who accompanied her and her cowering husband, led on all fours as per Dorian, in defeat and utter submission. Dorian’s cock pulsed pre-cum to the humid atmosphere, his anus tingling and gripping hard at the anal plug he’d been gifted with, as he took in the ample and only slightly sagging breasts and gentle bulge of a mature feminine woman, her broad thighs and well contoured but equally feminine arms exquisite.

Her presence and the smiling attitude of the other women, had his balls tingle with a certain masochism in feeling that she was of some significance. His eyes focused on the protruding lips of her deliciously shaven cunt, longing to sniff at it’s fragrances as the beads of perspiration began to appear about her lush belly and thighs, as Madam Fiona Redshaw introduced the new member of the Crampington House of Feminine Dominance, confirming what the excited women had already assumed.

“Please meet Madam Anne Stockwell, ladies ... our latest member...” She grinned wickedly as she looked down at Dorian, whilst also tugging hard on her husband’s leash, the motion reminding him that despite the obvious distraction, he’d not be spared the ritual he was always made to perform when attending the sauna. As the women applauded and made their massed welcomes, Dorian could feel the excitement in their tone, telling him that this superbly mature and so obviously dominant women who was as new to them as he was, obviously held some dark significance. The cunts of the existing feminine members tingled, and some were rubbed openly as they studied the delicious form of the new woman, knowing the introduction of a new dominatrix would be because of her having proven her sadism, and as per ritual ... would be rewarded with the pleasure of hanging the new cur who now cowered before her. His cock stood high as Bernice then jerked his leash and belittled him.

“And this ladies, and Madam Stockwell, is Thorpe, a pathetic submissive who has masturbated over the execution of other males by women, and now being the property of Crampington House ... will know it’s ultimate pleasure!” The sneering applause and contempt that Dorian received, had his boning cock dribble pre-cum visibly on pondering just what that meant, the sticky thread which trailed from his bell, noted by Anne and having her purse her lips with a look of utter contempt, her cunt in need of being paid homage by this cur she longed to hang there and then ... but would have the pleasure of bringing him near to death several times before he was allowed to crawl in defeat along that avenue of masks to know his ultimate and soundly deserved noosing.

As that unashamedly raucous applause died down, and whilst Dorian still marvelled at the magnificently mature Anne, he noted two of the hooded male slaves crawl closer to the woman who’d introduced Anne, a woman whom he’d soon know as Madam Fiona Redshaw, along with her dominant spite. The cowering males were beckoned by her command, and creating a further fervour with the women, all used to a certain other ritual, their sneers of contempt exciting him also. The two hooded males knelt before Fiona, heads down ... and showing their audience that their cocks were locked in cruelly inhibitive shiny chrome cages. Both panted with excitement, bringing further contemptuous looks from the smugly dominant women, so pleased to have them display objects of feminine power, which had caused them cruel denial as they sniffed and licked at the salty cunts and sticky anal tangs of mature rosebuds.

Fiona smirked, and the women applauded as she used a universal key which hung from the pine boarding, and unlocked their cages, the cruelly caged cocks achieving a full and rigid erection immediately, as the two gasped through their masks, awaiting a further command from Fiona which they knew would award them relief, and the divine pleasure of humiliation before womanhood ... but nothing as compared to that shame her cowering husband knew he faced. As the two hooded males knelt with their needy cocks standing high to attention in honour of feminine power, Fiona gave her husband a curt and contemptuous looks before facing her eager audience.

“As usual, it’s very hot in here ... so my husband requires liquid refreshment.”. The women sneered with delight at the leashed and cowering husband as Fiona picked a small glass tumbler which sat on a pine beam next to the key hook, and showed her deliciously curved breasts to Dorian as she bowed to place the glass nearer the cocks of the two males.

“Masturbate! ... Now! ... my husband demands a satisfactory refreshment!” Dorian gasped at the spiteful wickedness of dominant femininity, as his guess at just what that liquid refreshment might be, was confirmed as the two males eagerly grasped their cocks, and with the feminine audience so righteously sneering and laughing in pompous pleasure at their humiliation, pointed their bells to the glass as they frantically masturbated. Bernice pulled Dorian’s leash taught as he watched the two males flex their torsos involuntarily as they stropped in the blissful ecstasy of abusing themselves for the titillation of femininity.

“As you can see, my pathetic property, they’ve been caged for some time and will deliver most adequately ... given the extra pleasure of humiliation before womanhood...” She jerked his leash even laughter as his own cock stood high and pulsed, filled with jealousy of the the hooded males, and longing to masturbate himself.

“ ... and don’t you worry ... you’ll soon have the honour of wearing a very special cage ... on that will have every woman at Crampington aware of your lowly but very special position here.” He near shot his mess without the aid of physical stimulation at her promise, his mind wondering just what his significance might be, with so many other males available for humiliations. The women, seated in naked but regal pomp upon the pine benches, now began to clap in time and chant as their smug faces enjoyed the shame of the two males.

“Come! ... Come! ... Come! ... Come!” The two no doubt appreciated the extra impetus that magnified their humiliation, but in reality needed no further command, so longing for sexual relief had they been when caged and subjected to the delightful whiffs of dominant cunt. Both groaned almost simultaneously, and to rapturous feminine applause, basked in the lush ecstasy of humiliation as they confirmed the surrender of their dignities, shooting wads of milky white semen to the glass, Fiona grinning Wickedly as much of the warm spunk shot across her hand from one, the other, who’d shown more accuracy in delivering to the glass, then doing the same ... both knowing that any seed meeting her hand would result in that hand wielding a whip upon their flesh ... the second male not wanting to miss out on that masochistic pleasure.

Madam Anne Stockwell eyed the prize that was Thorpe, as he thrust his cock at the air in the jealous need for the humiliation he was witnessing, her cunt hot for the sadistically erotic pleasure she’d have in telling him he was to be hanged by her, her clitoris poking in arousal at the pleasure she’d have of him prior to his relief on the rope ... she’d gauge the level of his masochism by telling him he faced the gallows by her hand, whilst he endured an asphyxiation session, allowing him to spend to the sheets as he was brought close to death ... and then knowing she’d have her ultimate pleasure of him as he orgasmed in utter submission to her. But for now, the humiliation was for someone else, as she turned her contented eyes to Fiona’s spiteful smile at her pathetic husband.