Pen of Destiny
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Carl Beadle is hopelessly submissive to feminine power and authority, but hides his outward desires, transmitting his yearnings through written fantasies. A member of a writing guild, his deep desire for one obviously dominant woman, leads him to an act which results in those shielded but profound yearnings being exposed forever.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Masturbation Oral Sex
Madam Cassandra Braithwaite’s sense of victory swelled her ego to bursting point, to match the swell of her cunt, as Thursday came soon enough. Her smile was more wicked than ever as she saw to it that Beadle was made presentable with the ‘gifts’ she’d procured for him. His cock pulsed to have the bell teased by those spikes within the cage at that smile, the creak of the long leather coat she wore, adding to his awe of her, and adding to his anticipation of whatever it was that she had in store for him. He tried to peep up her coat as it splayed whilst she collared and leashed him, but could only see her long boots, and puzzlingly, no skirt.
Those spikes saw to it that his cock was suitably punished for his submissiveness, as darkly erotic thoughts descended upon him as he was led to the door, naked, cock caged, anally plugged, and gagged. His memory taking him back to that first day, when he’d said he’d willingly hang for her, his anus tingling and squeezing at the intrusive plug as he imagined her noosing him, ready for the short drop he also imagined she’d choose, so’s she could thoroughly enjoy his display. He was snapped back to reality as she stopped at the door, and picked up the pen he’d stolen, from the key shelf where it lay. Her smile at him had him think of a stark gallows once more, as she teased.
“We mustn’t forget this.” She chuckled cynically as she opened the door and led her prize out into the open air, the pomposity and dominance in her stance thrilling him as equally as his fear, as he was exposed to the world as the owned cur he’d become. Cassandra’s cunt oozed with arousal as she strutted and tugged him along on all fours to her car, relishing his shivering, and his fearful looking about him to see if they were observed.
“Just imagine people seeing you for just what you are...” She stopped in her tracks, hoping somebody would see them, enjoying feeling him squirm on the leash as he yearned to be hidden ... but knowing the humiliation would thrill him too, as she continued her tease in a darkly satisfied tone.
“ ... and seeing you for what you’ll always be from now on.” Her laughter had his cock know the full pleasure of the spikes as she tugged him to the car, her smile turning to a sneer as she opened the boot, showing it nicely padded out with wooly blanketing, as though made ready for transporting a dog ... or some other animal.
“In you get!” She grinned again as he obeyed meekly, humiliated at being made to travel that way, but glad to rid himself of possible exposure - for now. The creaking of her leather coat excited him just the same, his cock longing to be masturbated at this new humiliation as he curled up and cowered while she stood dominant, with her hand up and holding the boot lid.
“We can’t have you see where we’re going, that would spoil the surprise, wouldn’t it?...” Her grin broadened as she savoured seeing him cower, the delicious patina of the collar worn by so many defeated males, suiting him wonderfully, and thrilling her pompos ego at having defeated him so easily as her free hand toyed with the pen in her coat pocket. She couldn’t resist a final tease as
“You’ll have to put up with the semen stains left by other males ... I should take the blankets out and have them washed of course, but I like being reminded of past conquests...” She sneered down at him before closing the boot lid.
“ ... those ones weren’t caged like you, of course ... they were allowed to submit their pleasure whilst enjoying transportation, something you’ll not do.” Beadle longed to spurt as he was confined to the darkness of the boot, his bell hard at the spikes as he thought on how he’d have spurted his seed to the blankets as per those other males, the feeling of being treated like a lowly animal, so deliciously humiliating and erotic. Unable to see which turns were being taken, when the brakes were to be applied, and when the car was accelerated from a stop, he was constantly bumped around in his confinement, adding to the mystery of his destination. Not being able to see made the journey seem like hours, but the car eventually came to a stop after moving slowly along an undulating path, Beale guessing correctly that they were on grass.
He blinked as the boot was opened, the bright light taken his eyes a little time to adjust, Cassandra undoing her long black leather coat as she surveyed him with a stern smile.
“Out you get ... and kneel at the rear of the car.” He did so, without looking back as Cassandra removed her coat, having him gasp through his gag. He longed to come more than ever, as she stood tall and dominant on her heeled thigh length boots, her curvaceous body wrapped in a black leather basque which accentuated her already ample breasts, the nipples barely hidden by the lip of the firm garment. The heated arousal of her cunt was expressed beautifully, profiled so provocatively by tight latex panties which enveloped her womanhood and shapely arse like a second skin. She tossed her coat onto the rear seat, and withdrew a stiff horsewhip from it, kicking the door shut with her booted foot, then pointing her finger to the ground next to her.
“Heel!” Beadle needed no explanation as to what was required, and moved from the rear of the car to cower in a prone position at her feet, bringing a satisfied sneer from her. She knew his attention would be fully on her, so she flicked his backside playfully with the whip, and smiled as she spoke in a teasing voice.
“Well ... just look at where we are.” Beadle gasped again, his anus dilating and squeezing at the generously girthed plug as his eyes took in the path by the paddock where she’d first imposed her dominance over him, where he’d said he’d hang for her ... where he’d known his first humiliation at her hands. Pre-cum dribbled from the slot in the dome of that spiked cage, as his eyes took in the Grange in the near distance, Cassandra’s cunt wetter than ever with dominant satisfaction as she tugged his leash and stroked his poking backside with her whip.
“Come, let’s go and see who’s at the Grange.” She laughed with spiteful pleasure as he grunted and mumbled through the gag, knowing without any doubt as to what he was saying.
“Oh, yes, it’s Thursday, the day the Grange is closed...” Her laughter increased, along with her step, as he was walked on all fours in shame towards the grandiose building.
“ ... it’s closed to general admissions ... but open to special societies, one of which I’m a member of...” She flicked his arse again with the whip, this time in earnest, helping him to move on hastily to his fate.
“ ... a society which you’re about to join too ... as a slave member.” Her sneering laughter continued on and off, as they reached the entrance of the Grange, his hands and knees pained by the gravel at the forecourt, the stone steps up to the house offering some relief. His heart and mind raced as he took in the architecture as never before, even its decoration seeming erotic now, and if the building gave him a thrill, it was as nothing when compared with his meeting the receptionist ... in a way that she’d not seen him before.
Beadle’s humiliation was blissful as the bespectacled woman came out from behind her desk, revealing that she too was in ‘Thursday mode’ wearing a tight leather pencil skirt, on tall heels with seamed stockings, a tight eather bodice eating her need for a bra, and showing her nipples hard with excitement on seeing him, profiled beautifully in the soft leather, her curt grin at him revealed her absolute satisfaction at seeing him put firmly in the place she knew he’d always desired. With her hair tight in a bun, and carrying a nice, y flexible cane, she had Beadle dribble more pre-cum as she looked down at him and stroked his flesh with her cane.
“Hello Beadle, so good to see you’ve got just what you deserved ... we’ve all been waiting for you.” She showed him the lush curves of her broad middle-aged arse in the tight leather as she strutted to the entrance door an locked it up.
“We shan’t have any unwanted visitors today ... not on your special day, there’s plenty enough of an audience waiting to witness your disgrace as it is ... and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His mind went wild with wondering who would make up the audience,, his brief reluctance to follow on the leash, dispelled instantly by a sneering Cassandra with a stroke of her whip. His balls and anus tingled with a sense of absolute defeat as he was taken through doors so familiar to him, though his prior entries through them had been when upright, and fully clothed. He could see there were many women in the room, and was pleased to be unfamiliar to the first leering women, though Cassandra made it clear that she was not.
“Prudence, Millicent, Drusilla, so glad you could all make it.” Beadle’s anus clenched at the plug, as he basked in humiliated shame before three more women who made it quite clear they thoroughly enjoyed the pathetic position he’d allowed himself into, and so thoroughly deserved. The shop owning Prudence cuddled her redheaded lesbian lover as they looked down mockingly on Cassandra’s beaten and defeated property, both longing to see him thrashed before the entire audience, something they’d been promised. The redheaded lesbian despised males, but liked to make good use of them as per her lovers husband. She looked to Cassandra with a curt sneer.