Chapter 5

Anne’s arousal perked all the more as the women toasted her, before Fiona led her through the reception, picking the keys to her suite for the week, and sighing lustily as she bustled ahead in her tight skirt.

“ ... it’s going to be a delicious week of debauchery leading up to it, many males chosen for their depths of masochism to match the sadism of some of those women...” She grinned as she turned on the stairway to face her.

“ ... not to mention yours, as we lead up to the finale.” She grinned as she unlocked the door to the suite and saw Anne’s delight at the lushly appointed room, black silk bedding, and instruments and apparatus of masculine correction adorning the vast room. The pert woman smiled with her own satisfaction.

“All our residential suites are equipped this way, male guests brought for punishment by their owners are not allowed to escape the reason they’re here for one moment.” She pointed Anne to a an ominous looking padded bench with manacles, at it’s head, an array of plastic and elasticated bags.

“We know a penchant of yours is for asphyxiation...” She smirked with sexual satisfaction as she stroked the black padded surface.

“This bench has seen many males deliver a lusty surrender of their seed, when brought enticingly close to death...” Her smirk developed with a wicked satisfaction.

“ ... and I’m sure yours will mess most liberally, when he’s been made aware of his true purpose here.” Anne’s cunt bulged with a tingling sexual desire as, she thought on the pleasure of having him know he was to hang for no reason other than the sexual satisfaction of womanhood, his lust in his want to submit to the the cruel dominance of femininity having earned him that divine pleasure. Fiona sighed with a pert anticipation, her arousal fostering an acute sexual impatience of her own, as she hurriedly left to join the others.

“Please come down to the main Correction Lounge at seven, suitably attired ... the slave Thorpe will be held there, awaiting your introduction of him to our many exotic guests.” The mature Anne wasted no time in beginning her preparations, selecting her favoured black latex catsuit, her arousal growing as she reminisced on first wearing one, many years ago. She couldn’t resist caressing her already wet slot, as she thought on how a male had come prematurely at just the sight of her, clad in black latex with a whip, and how he’d been made to pay dearly for his un-permitted pleasure, before that whip saw to it that he repeated that pleasure at her command.

The exquisite feel of the latex against her skin did nothing to ease the heat of her ardour, having her sigh as she felt its initially cold and clammy texture, warm as it enveloped her thighs and cunt, her eyes catching her own pleasure in the mirror as she eased her arms through the tight latex sleeves, then felt the lushly erotic skin pulled up to envelope the orbs of her full breasts, exciting her budding nipples deliciously. She sighed all the more as she found the zip to the rear, just above the curve of her ample buttocks at the small of her back, then using a hooked device that went through the eye of the zip tab, wiggled with sexual pleasure as she heard the teeth engaged all the way up; just the sound, awarding her a deeply erotic thrill.

She sighed with erotic lust as she tested the zip at her crotch, which would allow a slave’s access to her cunt, her sigh of pleasure increasing on feeling her poking clitoris glide on the inner flap of latex, her cunt already expressing a delicious arousal as zipped back up to have her mature labia enjoy the silky texture of the latex as it fashioned a distinct camel-toe, while she slipped on her knee length heeled boots, then eased her fingers, hands, and forearms into skin tight latex gloves. She toyed with her binned hair, and added rouge to her high cheekbones, to add further severity to her look ... then taking a short leather braided whip in her hand, posed before the many mirrors available to her.

She grinned contentedly as she viewed her mature body clad in skin tight latex, she might be sixty years of age, but every bulge and the slight sag of her breasts excited her thoroughly, as it would any submissive male she strutted before in regal dominance. She had been called the Black Widow by subservient males before when attired in latex, before they’d felt that whip for their impudence - this week would see her emulate that splendid arachnid to the full, when seeing the chosen beta male to a thoroughly deserved final pleasure for his weakness. She flicked the whip which had seen to the tears and absolute submission of many males, in a delectable admission to their inferiority, her cunt oozing as she picked a selection of plastic, breath restraining ‘comforters’ ... with which she’d entertain her guests with her prowess of asphyxiation over a male, who’d know her ultimate pleasure in a week’s time.

Madam Bernice Chesterton was not to be cheated out of a moment’s pleasure, she and her girls, Juliet and Dominique, ensuring they had good use of the cur, Dorian Thorpe, prior to his being paraded before the guests by the woman who was to hang him. Though still unaware of his fate, the wretch was now even more than aware of an acute urgency within the women’s attitude that day, mysteriously freed of his cage and anal plug bar by the stern Dominique, he gratefully thrust his erect cock at the bedding on sampling the taste of Madam Chesterton’s anus, and the delightful whiffs of her aroused cunt while her two feminine and equally dominant apprentices whipped him soundly. With his tongue deep in the tight heat of the anus of the woman who’d condemned him to this life of subjection to pain and humiliation at feminine hands, his mind was not lost on those thoughts, as the woman he’d desired and masturbated over, pulled her broad thighs back and exploded into a lush orgasm ... her mind on just that triumph over him, and the pleasure to come as he was deservedly dealt with by Madam Anne Stockwell.

With the tang of her delicious pucker’s essences mixing with the dribbling and wet arousal of her hot cunt as she came, exciting as much as the sound and pain of those whips being applied with feminine spite by her two girls, Dorian surrendered his seed to the bedding in an ecstasy of submission, his mind warped with the ecstasy of it, and wonderment at her acute vigour - and that of her girls - as he shot his cream in abundance, the aura of some more than absolute defeat to womanhood, taking him to an ecstasy of submission.

Bernice’s cynical laughter following her recovery from a delightful orgasm, did nothing to ease his wonderment, as Dominique forced his still semi-erect cock into the restrictive cage with a pertly spiteful enthusiasm, she and Juliet laughing too, as they had him since with discomfort on the tight bar being forced up to displace his scrotum, and the broad anal plug at its end, pushed home in spreading his anus wide with its girth; the feeling having his cock attempt a further erection within the cage, bringing the bell up to the teasing barbs, the sense of defeat it awarded him, bringing on a lushly masochistic pleasure, despite his having just spent his seed. That feeling was magnified as Bernice then offered the ball gag up to his mouth, and grinned with contempt as he obediently took it into his gape, and murdered a distinct pleasure as she strapped it nice and tight in silencing him.

‘You truly are a cur, aren’t you Dorian ... and you’ll get just what you so deserve very shortly!” The women laughed as his leash was tugged by her, her recently sated cunt now covered by her tight latex skirt, arousing again as she led him whilst he pondered her words ... which excited him further, as she continued.

“There’s lots of ladies waiting to see you today ... and you’ll be shown to them by Madam Stockwell, who’s going to take special pleasure of you this week.” His anus squeezed hard at the broad plug’s girth in a submissive awe, as the sincerity of her words which excited his masochism to a previously unfelt level, had him long for punishment from the powerful woman whose whip had taken him to a lush hopelessness. He knew from Bernice’s tone that something special was in store for him ... and his cock boned against the cage’s barbs in knowing he thoroughly deserved the strictest of punishments, due to the pathetic weakness he enjoyed at the hands of sadistic and righteous womanhood.

On turning to a corridor toward the main Correction Lounge, he grunted through the gag in sweet anticipation, to the accompaniment of gently cynical sneering from Bernice and her girls, on seeing the silhouette of a figure of mature femininity, the light from the window behind her creating a goddess like aura, the whip in her hand having him lust to feel its dark authority on his flesh as he was drawn closer to her on the leash of submission. A pulse of sticky pre-cum stretched down to greet the floor in an admission of his absolute subservience, as he took in the curves and bulges of Madam Anne Stockwell’s exquisitely mature body, as she in turn, viewed him with utter contempt ... and a ripe sexual excitement which had her cunt express a lusting camel-toe in the tight black latex, on seeing the male she’d shortly take close to death before an enthralled female audience, prior to having him know that death at her hands was a pleasure she’d have of him, and one he’d not escape.

Dorian was more than ready to spend again in utter submission, as he studied her mature bulges in the latex, the gentle curve of her belly and her broad thighs taking his eyes to that magnificent camel-toe, the sheer presence her dominant persona radiated as she sneered down at him, having him lust to be punished by her as she sneered down at him ... she, in full arousal at seeing him cower, and longing to have him know her desire to see him to the gallows, as Bernice pointed him to the floor before the magnificent woman, equally aroused at the pleasure to come.

“Get to Madam Stockwell’s feet! ... show your humility to her!” The women laughed at his pathetic obedience as he went down immediately, cowering with arse in the air to sniff at her delectably tall spiked boots, longing to lick them but denied that pleasure of worship, by the gag which pleased those women with his inability to plead. Anne then took his leash from Bernice, her cunt tingling incessantly as she studied his bobbing form in the white silk smock which signified so much to the women of Crampington House ... and the Miriam of female guests she’d seen arriving to witness her triumph over masculinity. She sighed with dominant pleasure as she pulled the leash taut, her sexual excitement peaking.