Chapter 6

Dorian’s cock boned in it’s confining cage, as it had done most of the night. Having been brought close to death by the latex clad goddess who now owned him, on being taken up to her bedroom he had been made to lick the inside of the latex clean whilst Anne whipped him, and had then been treated to the licking of her cunt and anus after being satisfactorily reduced to tears by her. Denied the ability to spend, by the cock cage she’d chosen for him yesterday on being fitted with the honorary anal plug, which he’d soon know the significance of, Madam Stockwell’s choice of a particularly spiteful cage with severe barbs, reflected her sadistic contempt for him, which had her ripely excited that morning.

He yearned to come for her again, and those barbs saw to it that his deep and dark sexual desire for submission was duly rewarded by the attentions of those spikes, some angled to hold his bell in its cruel teeth, keeping his masochism keen when it inevitably swelled in the want of punishment at the hand of even crueller femininity. That swell reached a lush peak on a sneering Madam Stockwell ensuring he saw her pick the plastic bag that he’d become so familiar with, her spiteful smile awarding him the promise of its use as he was gagged and leashed by her, the swell of her cunt in the latex so evident in suggesting her dark intentions.

“Today is going to be a very special one indeed ... for both you and I...” His eyes studied the delicious profile of her aroused cunt in the latex as she made sure the leash was nice and tight, the curve of her labia expressed like a second black skin, having him sniff involuntarily at it, in a futile effort to know its spicy scent, but denied it by the latex, that lush denial having his bell test the barbs all the more as she continued to taunt.

“Yes ... a very special day which will enrich my pleasure no end ... in preparation for an even more special day, which I’ll have you yearning for.” The spiteful laughter she gave out, had him long to know her deviant pleasure immediately, as he was tugged by the leash on all fours in submissive obedience through the door ... to be greeted by a host of smiling women. The wicked smiles of Bernice and her girls, Eunice, Hilda, and Fiona, more radiant than the multitude of delighted women unknown to him, as he was led to a corridor he’d see just once more after today. Bernice grinned with smug contentment as they approached it, her cunt as hot with arousal as was Anne’s, unable to contain her spite as they neared the doors to the passage that every woman there desired most of all, in their lust for absolute supremacy over the male.

“Ohhh ... I can’t wait to see his face when he learns just what he’s here for!” Fiona smirked in response to it, as the doors to the corridor were swung open, and the bustle of women followed Anne in their eagerness to ensure they would have a position which allowed sight of his face at the crucial moment.

“Yes, yes, yes! ... I so wish I were Anne at this time ... having him shoot his mess under her control as he sees his destiny.” Anne sneered with sadistic pleasure as the corridor opened up before them, her tug on the leash having the gagged Dorian feel her urgency, his cock boning against the barbs as the eerie atmosphere of the passage, created by the dusty white masks which dotted its length, gave him a strange excitement. The cackling laughter of the women ahead of he and Anne further excited him, they, almost walking backwards, keen to take in his expression as he pondered the purpose or reason for those white faces ... the watching women expressing cruelly wicked smiles.

His anus tingled wildly on noting that the masks all bore a look of serene contentment, as though they’d found some heavenly pleasure before closing their eyes, and his eyes then took in the padded bench at the corridor’s farther end, just a few yards from ornate double doors, around which the smiling women converged, as a smiling Anne bent in her tight latex, showing him the glorious curves of her mature buttocks, on taking the key to his cock cage from a silver chain at her ankle. The audience of dominant womanhood showed their delight at his pain, as Anne undid the tiny clasp and wrested the barbed demon from his cock in sadistic fashion, those barbs scoring his bell as she did so, his groan of discomfort through his gag, arousing her cunt sweetly ... and doing the same for his sneering feminine watchers, on seeing his tortured cock rise to a boning erection to confirm his pathetically acute pleasure in being dominated.

His dominant Mistress then pointed him to the bench whilst showing him the plastic teaser with which she would exact her cruel control over him, as he was taken close to death for her pleasure. Bernice sneered with spiteful pleasure on seeing him lift his head to accommodate it, such was his eagerness to know punishment, and also to view those masks once more, as he was being strapped to the bench, rendered utterly helpless ... his bonds making him know he was under the complete control of sadistic womanhood, and whatever spiteful whim pleased them. The woman who’d seen to his capture, grinned wickedly as his bewildered eyes viewed those masks and their muted expressions of pleasure, with a curios pleasure of his own.