Chapter 6

Eleanor’s cunt moistened and tingled deliciously at the absolute control over masculinity that was practiced at Darkington, in a world where outside, masculinity ruled and gave little consideration to even the slightest idea of equality where women were concerned. She sighed with a pertly erotic shiver, on watching males brought from all over the country, made to bow and cower before womanhood, having dropped their guard and been outed as submissives by their feminine owners. Their once misogynistic and pompous characters already stripped from them, they would now know absolute submission through disciplines at Darkington.

Her arousal continued to blossom within the Hall, seeing he only males allowed to walk upright, were those who toiled under the weight of female owned baggage, all other males were made to walk on all fours. Although they were not erect in posture, those males, particularly those new to the pleasure of being shown on a leash, were firmly erect genitalia wise, thrilled at being humiliated so publicly. Madam Roussell grinned contentedly at her interest in seeing masculinity made to know their place, right from the onset.

“A perfect introduction for them, in getting them ready for the dog show ... especially those new to public humiliations.” Madam Barbara Huntsford proudly joined in the procession, applauded by women already with the Hall, as she showed off her new acquisition - the kiln boy now known as C9 - his gimp mask may have disguised his submission facially though his eyes peeped through the black rubber hood in excitement, his stiff cock showing delighted female viewers, especially Elaine Stringer, that he was extra excited at having been sold to, and thoroughly dominated by, the stern and senior matriarch.

Eleanor grinned with sexual pleasure on hearing the slow handclap given out by the horde of dominant women awaiting in the assembly hall, the repetitive booming sound of feminine pleasure in contempt, echoing a tone of doom to the ears of the males as they were led in, having them know that they had let themselves into a fate that there would be no return from, the stimulating sound having their balls tingled, and their cocks bolt to a lusting rigidity. Madam Roussell sneered with a pleasure of her own, as the cur now owned by the governess he’d once employed, was to be humiliated immediately, before the entire audience. She turned to Eleanor, as he was marshalled to a spot in the centre of the hall by a sneering Governess Evadne, his wife looking down on him with utter contempt as she stood close with her pet.

“He’s going to know the shame of humiliation before an eager crowd now ... just you watch the two women have him perform the act which brought about his downfall.” Though both C8 and C9 had both been humiliated before an audience of women before, it had never been before such an array of womanhood, and they looked on, spellbound with submissive jealousy whilst held on leashes by Madams Violet and Barbara, as the cur was pointed to the floor by his wife.

Exposed before a horde of eagerly sneering womanhood, the cur knew his humiliation was to be sweet indeed as his mistress, his ex employee and a mere and lowly governess, lifted her skirts high to reveal smartly heeled black boots. Each and very male there, each brought to be shamed and to know there place at a woman’s heels, erected hard as they studied the look of intense pleasure upon the faces of a wife who now owned another pet, and a governess who now owned her husband, and were in complete control of their items of masculinity. The smug look of the governess was the richest, as she pursed her lips and with her free hand, pointed the cur to her boots.