Chapter 1

Rex Naismith was every inch the Edwardian gentleman in everday life, outwardly upright and moral, as was seen to be the norm in those heady days of the ‘False Epoch’, despite the very public knowledge of the wayward monarch of the time with chorus girls etc. With an income provided by the inheritance of successful, but now departed parents, Rex had no need to work, and had managed to remain single, never as yet meeting the firm handed sort of woman, the fantasies on which, leading him to the shameful crime of masturbation. So intent was his avoidance of the fluffy and pretty young women who’d readily associate with such an eligible bachelor, that his near neighbours, and indeed his own maids and mature housekeeper - whom unbeknown to her, he’d masturbated over on occasion - began to assume that he may be one of those gentleman who’d show more than just a passing interest in the late Oscar Wilde, not just his works, so ardent was his apparent avoidance of young ladies.

That housekeeper’s opinion would shortly change forever due to the prim and fiercely independent Marsha Honeywell, a now middle-aged but delightfully shapely woman who’d successfully seen off a boring but well-to-do husband, and now enjoyed his wealth without his tiresome company. She could sense the true desires of Rex, having enjoyed the use of several submissive males since the departure of her husband, and saw through the thinly honourable veil into his vulnerable persona from the moment she saw him, and had enjoyed the fact that he seemed to appear wherever she socialised, regardless of whether it was at an event or occasion which would interest a bachelor, so much so that she’d delighted in alerting her friends to his presence, and unannounced, he was declared to have more than a passing interest in her, their discussions about him, reaching sordid levels.

Now here he was at the stables. She’d had a pleasing hunch about him, on seeing his smile which seemed to pay a certain reverence to her, at a guild meeting, and had broadcast the fact that she was to be at the stables to practice dressage on Saturday ... and there he was, timid at his own shame in turning up like a lap dog, but unable to resist seeing her. He’d sweated over whether he had the courage to attend, fearing she’d simply ignore his presence, or worse still, actually remark about the impertinence of his attending, and reject him out of hand. He was therefore glad to receive her warm but leering smile on attending, bringing his cock up hard.

She said nothing to him, it not being necessary, and her silence somehow installed an air of authority over him as he observed her awkwardly. Though she was patently aware that he’d had no prior interest in the world of horse riding, she noted his immediate fascination with her wielding of the crop which marked her authority, as she mounted her steed in tight ivory jodhpurs, and caught his eyes watching her ample buttocks splay across the conventional saddle she’d chosen in preference to the feminine side saddle, Rex erecting hard at her haughty pose of natural dominance as she took command of the animal; she already knowing she was also destined to take total command of him.

As she pressed her cunt hard against the taut leather, and indeed the useful pommel when taking the gentle jumps whilst awaiting the arrival of feminine friends, she sighed on how proud she’d be to discuss her latest capture, and their suggestions in breaking him in to suit her whims. Rex’s erection boned rigid with erotic thoughts of his own, as two other mature and delightfully plump women, cantered out on their mounts from the stables, their tight jodhpurs awarding an extra visual magnificence to their ample backsides, which rose high and then fell to meet the leather of their saddles with a rhythmic eroticism which excited him, their pomp in riding animals they’d broken and mastered, displayed exquisitely.

As he watched, mesmerised by the pageant of superior womanhood, they gathered out of his earshot to discuss Marsha’s find. Elegant blonde Maud Barrington, at 65, the oldest of the trio and seen as a confirmed spinster to outsiders, who was more than partial to having her mature cunt licked in obedience, teased Marsha’s keenness to take the male under her wing, chatting directly to Grace Penworth, a plump and spitefully attractive brunette who at 55 had already seen off two husband’s, and loved to take advantage of meek males.

“See Grace, I told you he’d be here early ... already obedient to Marsha before she’s so much as had him ask to kiss her feet.” Marsha smirked to herself as Grace responded, deftly easing herself forward in the stirrups to rub her cunt on the saddle, already imagining him naked and being used as her footstool.

“I do hope you’re going to share him Marsha ... his eyes on seeing you flick your whip as we watched from the stables ... he’s lusting for more discipline than just you can offer.” Marsha smirked, her cunt tingling as her yearning to have him know her dominance intimately, proudly expressed whilst witnessed by her friends, and to see him enjoyed by them at her whim too, grew by the moment. Maud’s mature cunt swelled at the smirk on her face which confirmed that would definitely be the case, without any spoken acknowledgement, the older women now hotly aroused at the thought of belittling a fresh male. Her spite for him grew as she watched him gape at their equestrian mastery.

“ ... and ‘Rex’ ... how ironic that a pathetically submissive male should have that name ... he’ll be king of nothing, but he’ll know a queen.” Marsha was hot to come already, in her tight jodhpurs, and gave Rex a smile as she raised her whip.

“Let’s get this session over with, I’m determined to have him secured by the end of the day.” The smile she gave him lingered as the whip was brought down against the flank of her mount, Rex sighing audibly at a sign that might be her intentions toward him, his cock pulsing rigid on not daring to believe it. The women gave him an assuring display of their control, command, and erection enhancing poise, the motion against their saddles, bringing a ripeness to their cunts as never before, on being observed by a male whom they’d soon break as readily as any stallion, Grace noting Marsha’s impatience, and making a sign to the eager stable girls who peered out from the block admiringly.

These pert Girls chosen for those duties by Maud herself, girls who had a certain zest for things considered unladylike by most, but that zest leading to their introduction of stable lads who showed certain characteristics ... and now willingly provided more intimate duties for Maud and her friends at their residences. She nodded to them with a smile, motioning them toward Rex, who blushed as the tittering examples of shapely femininity surrounded him like wayward nymphs. Rex boned as the mature blonde showed the full majesty of her pomp in the stirrups, her dominance unquestionable to him, as her broad thighs and buttocks flexed against the saddle, and her address to the girls carried a certain mischief.

“This is Rex, young ladies ... he came here to observe Madam Honeywell’s equestrian talents, and I’m sure he’d like to assist you with the de-saddling, having shown an interest in things of an equestrian nature...” She glanced her wicked smile toward Rex, as his blush intensified, his cock up hard and pulsing at what was so obviously a command, rather than a suggestion, and then confirmed his capture.

“ ... after you’ve helped out, perhaps you’d like to join us ladies at the tea house up the lane ... I know Madam Honeywell would appreciate that.” Rex swallowed hard, not quite believing how things were going.

“Oh yes ... yes thank you ... I’d like that ... Madam... ?” Maud grinned with pleasure, at his unconscious admission that he must perform duties for womanhood in order to be rewarded ... he was owned already.

“Barrington ... Maud Barrington ... I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, after today.” Rex just stared, starry eyed, and stunned by the elegant woman’s forward nature, as Marsha and Grace cantered up, Grace leering at him knowingly as she dismounted, Marsha smiling curtly at him, before displaying her feminine curves elegantly on dismounting and standing before him, whip in hand.

“Hello Rex ... I hope you enjoyed the display, I didn’t realise you had an interest in equestrianism.” Rex gaped at the figure of feminine superiority before him.

“I ... I...” Maud cut in, saving him from the awkwardness they all had a moment to enjoy, all knowing just what attracted him there, the senior matriarch taking control of him once more.

“ ... he’s going to learn a little more about it by helping the girls, Marsha ... then he’ll join us at the tea house.” Marsha flicked her whip playfully.

“Don’t try to take it all in at once Rex ... you’ve got a lot to learn, but you’ll have some very willing tutors.” Rex boned rigid as the three women smirked knowingly at her remark, and turned to show the delightful movement of their buttocks and thighs in the jodhpurs as they strutted off to the lane, the smiling girls leading mounts and willing male of closer to the stables.

The girls were very proficient in remarking frequently on whose saddle was whose, as they were unstrapped, tittering smugly as Rex was allowed to unbuckle Marsha’s, he then placing the saddle in line with the others, across a convenient bar, one of the pert young women grinning mischievously as the other two departed from sight down the stable block.

“Yes, that’s it ... they need a good airing after such vigorous use... ‘ Her grin intensified before she turned and walked in the direction of the others.

“Thanks for your help today ... you may have that tea now.” Rex feigned tying his shoelace as he watched the girl disappear from sight, not knowing that the other two were hidden behind the wooden partition wall just a few yards from the saddles, having doubled back through the hay strewn stabling, the last girl smiling as she passed them, then on disappearing from his sight, doing just the same, their grinning eyes peeping through convenient knot holes as Rex eyed the darker central patches in the patina of the leather.

Rex sighed as he put his nose to the saddles and sniffed hard, his cock boning as his senses were treated to the distinct scent of cunt and feminine anal perfumes, the girls fingering their own cunts on seeing him release his cock from his fly, and dream of those women with their whips as he stropped his rudely standing member, teasing the bell with his thumb, and bringing himself close to orgasm. The girls longed to go and shame him as they fought to stay quiet while teasing themselves ever closer to orgasm, but knowing they daren’t as he was due at the tea house, and couldn’t chance scaring him away from that, as thrilling as confronting him with erect cock in hand would be.

Rex also had the tea house in mind, and keeping those magnificent ladies waiting, fighting to restrain himself from shooting his load as he sniffed at the glorious whiffs of mature cunt on leather, managing to force his unsated cock back within the fly as he took a last lustful sniff at Marsha’s saddle, longing to be broken below it by her, like a wayward stallion. As he left and headed for the lane, he was sure he heard something which sounded like a girls moaning passionately as he passed the block, but dismissed it as stable cats engaged in a confrontation, or something ... though it did sound strangely human. All three girls enjoyed lusty orgasms as through the cracks in the wooden stabling, they watched him walk toward the lane, and his inevitable surrender to feminine authority, imagining how he’d look when under the control of their mature counterparts ... knowing they’d likely be treated to witness his fate, as they had that of the many stable lads now put to good use by the women.

Rex approached the tea house with a little trepidation, seeing the smiles of the women radiate out at him from their positions out in the garden seating, as though they already knew that he’d stropped his cock at their scent, their eyes so eager at his approach and his guilt making him blush ... they had a good idea of why he’d taken so long, and would soon have confirmation of it from the recently satisfied girls, giving them righteous cause to award him punishment when secured and made to confess his resignation to feminine dominance.

Rex noted that the few other customers there were also very bold women, who viewed his approach with a certain contempt, the males who sat with them, sitting stiffly obedient, and only in a silent recognition of their male counterparts, whilst the women chatted freely across tables. The female proprietor grinned as she saw the lone male approach her establishment, her cunt tingling as it always did at the sight of a single male; she too, was openly dominant, and though covert to the general public, her reputation amongst women of her persuasion had led to the tea house becoming a meeting place for stern femininity ... any single male attending was likely a potential submissive, and very rarely did they leave on their own.

As he approached to once more take sight of magnificent booted legs displaying broad thighs, the superb legs now crossed uniformly as they toyed with their stiff whips playfully, Marsha was the first to speak, her words already imposing an air of authority over him.

“Well here you are at last, you took your time.” Before he could answer, Maud spoke too, smiling curtly in easing him toward the belittlement she new would have his cock up hard.

“I hope you attended your duties thoroughly, and the girls had no reason to reprimand you...” His cock pulsed as he stood like a scolded schoolboy, before three women flicking their horsewhips ... he longed to confess to sniffing those saddles, and go over Maud’s knees whilst Marsha whipped him, Grace sneering as she too, had him long to shoot his mess in submission.

“You know there’ll be more duties for you, if you want to be of service ... and the girls will need to be obeyed at every instant.” Marsha grinned and pointed her whip to a nearby chair as the proprietress arrived with their tea, usurping the waitresses of their duty, in her eagerness in hoping to see the male dominated ... and more than pleased to see Marsha’s action and the tone of authority in her voice.

“Sit!” She and the other women grinned with satisfaction at his obedience to the simple command, as insignificant as it might have ordinarily been. Rex caught the sneering satisfaction in the propriotress’s eyes as he sat, then made him fully aware of her recognition that he was there to be dominated, and of her pleasure in it being the natural order of things as far as she was concerned. She looked at him with contempt as she passed the dainty teacups to the women, then addressed them, and not him, her cunt hot and moist in the pleasure of belittling him.

“Can I get your male something ... what is he allowed to have, if anything?” Rex’s cock boned rigid, as the pompous women at nearby tables tittered their contemptuous delight at hearing him treated as though he were a mere pet on a leash, the males with them remaining obediently straight faced but erecting jealously, at the treatment of another male who was so obviously about to enjoy the fate they’d long been subjected to. Rex blushed pink, as Marsha saw to it that he more than recognised her intent to own him, her sneer straight into his eyes as she flicked her whip whilst responding, bringing him close to spurting spontaneously.

“Thank you, he’ll have a glass of milk ... he’ll have stimulation enough, without the need for caffeine.” The proprietress grinned with satisfaction at the significance of the order, which Marsha was fully aware of, Rex bemused but strangely thrilled at the tea room owner’s delight in announcing to all and sundry as she went to fetch the beverage.

“Milk is ordered ladies!” She returned immediately with the white liquid perched In a tall glass and held high upon the tray, mature women of an equally pompous appearance as those sat nearby, following her out to eagerly sneer at who it was for, the stable girls arriving too, itching to tell their equestrian Mistresses of what they’d seen, and thrilled to see the milk held high.

Rex blushed, hotter than ever, as every woman there applauded as the glass of milk was set before him, Marsha looking at him with a burning intent, as the stable girls pulled up chairs and sat grinning.

“Drink! ... drink it all down ... now!” Rex lifted the glass, showing no hesitation or resistance whatsoever ... and downed the milk in one, his obedience in doing so without reluctance, confirming what the women already knew ... and he now knew the charade was over too, as the entire feminine audience, the majority superbly pompous women he’d never seen before, applauded again as he sealed his own fate. The males watching, motionless, and showing no emotion for fear of punishment, were observed by their female owners with smug contentment as they applauded, those dominant Mistresses knowing they’d be rigidly erect, at witnessing the symbolic confirmation of masculinity being eased into enslavement, that they’d been subjected to.

Those males had since had it whipped into them that the selection of milk, by a woman for her male, and he not offering any opinion or reluctance, was the first step in belittlement. The milk, symbolic in more ways than one; the substance being the product of femininity alone, it’s white tone, a flag of surrender, its ready consumption by the male under feminine order, having him ease himself toward the admission of submission ... what those other males, and Rex, had tried to hide, the applause of anonymous women bringing his cock up hard, as the realisation that they knew he longed to be humiliated by a stern woman sank in.

Marsha continued her contented sneer at him, toying with her whip, as she watched a little of the milk dribble from his chin, Maud, then delighted to question his behaviour of the stable girls.

“Well young ladies, did he perform his first duties to womanhood sufficiently?” The ginger haired member of the trio, a spiteful example of shapely femininity whose red hair and stern persona had seen to the capture of many a stable lad, was more than delighted to make her report, pleased to know she’d justify Marsha’s first whipping of him ... not that she needed any justification in pleasing her sadism before the other women. Rex looked to her, now guessing she’d seen his lewd and filthy adoration of the saddles, her sneering eyes telling him she most certainly had, and he, now fearful of what the women would think ... but erecting hard at the desire to be humiliated by it. The three girls giggled mischievously as the ginger harlot began to speak.

“Oh, he tended the saddles most adoringly, saw too it that they were aired sufficiently...” Her sneer increased as she looked at him with studied contempt, though he’d not been the first male she’d seen do what she then described.

“ ... then he had a good sniff of each saddle, especially yours Madam Honeywell ... and played with his manhood as he did so!...” The ginger girl beamed with sordid triumph as the women feigned their absolute disgust, Marcia just grinning with smug conceit at the damning evidence that he longed to sniff at her cunt, the proprietress and the other stern women whom he’d never met until minutes before, all issuing their contempt and thoroughly enjoying seeing a male squirm at having been caught in a lewd act. The ginger girl then left little to the imagination as she continued whilst Rex felt the lusty contempt of every woman there upon him, blushing as red as the girl’s hair in shame.

“ ... and his manhood was high and hard, like a stallion when readied to see to a mare...” All three girls knew what she was then to say, and feigned a look of disappointment, but then sneered nastily as she concluded.

“ ... but he didn’t give up his seed the way the stallions do, ... maybe he’s been gelded.” Rex cringed at the girl’s enjoyment of her spiteful impertinence, her studied naivety so obviously false but used against him to perfection. Her cunt tingled as she’d earned the right to whip many a stable lad to tears at Maud’s residence, and hoped for the same reward with this more mature example of masculinity, equally as guilty of perversion as any lad. Maud herself was now ready to have her cunt more than sniffed, already imagining consuming his blushing countenance with her flesh as she rode his face at the stirrup bench she owned. She puffed her breasts and flicked her horsewhip across her gloved hand in pompous magnificence.

“Well! what have you to say for yourself? ... imagine if this were to be made public! ... think of the shame and ruin!” He just gaped, soundly humiliated by a girl, but strangely relieved at being caught out, Grace flicking her whip and smiling at Marsha.

“There’s always an alternative to public shaming though ... and we know it’s what you crave...” Marsha grinned curtly, pointing her whip at a motor car beyond the hedge.

“Yes, you’ll come with us, and you’ll confess what you were thinking when you sniffed ... and we will decide a suitable punishment.” Rex boned rigid as the three jodhpur clad women rose to their feet and began to walk to the car, not even glancing back as Rex stood, trembling with submissive anticipation, and compelled to follow, did just as he was told. The proprietress and the audience of pompous matriarchs applauded with smug contentment as he followed meekly, already under the control of womanhood, and so openly seen to be so.

He watched as the beautifully curved backsides ascended to take their seats in Marsha’s neat little Napier after she’d put her boot to the starting handle, even her smart kick performed with dominant aplomb, the buxom and senior Maud beckoning him to the seat by her side at the rear, and he following her command obediently as the applause continued from across the hedge. The stable girls ran back down the lane as the rattling beast departed, eager to follow the path to Maud’s residence on horseback, as the other women waved sneeringly at Rex’s journey to submission.

Maud grinned contentedly at Rex, as the car bumped from the dirt track lane onto the welcomed tarmac surface of the highway.

“Well Rex, how does it feel ... to know that you’re to be dominated by three women?” Rex couldn’t confirm just how aroused he was by the situation, and the openness of the mature woman’s question, so surreal seemed the world he’d let himself in for, he just gaped and her grin intensified as her hand slipped across to his fly, and released what signalled quite adequately, just how he felt. He gasped as the elegantly gloved hand of a dominant matriarch held his standing cock to attention, the cool breeze on his bell exciting him further, as his pleasure in being controlled by women was exposed for the first time. Maud thumbed his glans, feeling his cock pulse as she excited him further.

“You know Marsha is going to take complete control of you, don’t you ... she’s going to own you, and Grace and I are going to ensure that you know your place.” Marsha sighed, so emphatically that it was audible above the whines and rattles of the vehicle.

“Ooohhh! ... I do wish either of you two would learn to drive!” Rex felt her need and his rigid cock oozed in Maud’s grip as she and Grace laughed sarcastically as she swerved the car with some impatience, into the leafy drive to Maud’s substantial residence. Despite her impatience, Rex was allowed to gape at the grand but somewhat austere residence in a short tour, as Marsha didn’t park the Napier on the gravel frontage to the ivy clad house, but slewed the car up the lawn at the side of the house and drove round to its rear, scattering flocks of birds as he was treated to a view of the expansive grounds ... and some of its ominous facilities to the rear.

Amongst the extensive lawns and paddocks, he noted a circular track, with a tall pole at its centre, from which hung a long whip, but this wasn’t what caught his attention to it first ... a girl dressed in a tight French maid’s outfit, cowered on her knees, wrists bound behind her back, gagged with black satin and on a leash tied to the pole. Marsha braked the vehicle, and parked it equidistantly between the pole and the rear of the house. Maud sneered with satisfaction as they alighted from the vehicle.

“I see Esther has prepared the maid caught masturbating ... a taste of the whip will put things right.” Rex was bemused at why the women should be so bothered about a maid masturbating, but didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Marsha cut the air with her whip.

“On your knees saddle sniffer! ... Kiss my boots!” Rex dropped to his knees immediately, then crouched down to worship the boots of the woman he’d longed to be owned by, his balls tingling fit to burst as the other two women laughed at him and caressed his backside with their whips. Marsha’s cunt oozed at the dominant pleasure of being in absolute control of a male, the moment so hotly erotic as he plied his lips to her boots for the first time, humiliated, and defeated by her power over him already, before he’d even had a taste of the whip ... which he’d soon come to know. Her clitoris poked hard against the tight material of her jodhpurs as she deftly rubbed it, preparing to humiliate him further, he catching sight of a woman in black and two maids stepping from a door in the rear of the house.

“You’ll remain on all fours, and be introduced to Esther in the way all males greet her when entering Madam Maud Barrington’s residence.” Maud herself, grinned with spiteful approval, and put her whip to his backside in firmer fashion, giving him a taste of the painful humiliations to come, in prompting him forward. If what Rex had experienced before had seemed surreal, the situation now enveloped his senses completely, his cock rigid in a shamingly erotic salute to the power of women and his own weakness, as the sting of Maud’s whip and the laughter of three women saw to it that his submission was recognised and thoroughly enjoyed by a fourth.

Esther Craddock, stood tall in her tight black dress, her elegant arms crossed below her ample breasts which poked their nipples through the fabric in arousal at the pleasure in seeing another male humiliated ... and the prospect of her part in training him. Employed by Maud under the guise of Housekeeper, she was more trainer to maids such as those who stood meekly by her side, hands clasped together, feet close together too, as they teetered on tall heels, tight waisted and so cutely effeminate, the frills of their short black skirts teased by the breeze as they displayed their long legs clad in black silk stockings. Esther sneered with a mixture of delight and utter contempt as Rex was brought to her in humiliation, Marsha and Grace’s horsewhips joining Maud’s in seeing him to her feet. Maud smiled as Marsha made her command, having Esther know who owned him.

“Kiss Esther’s feet Rex ... she’s going to own you as much as any other woman here.” The contempt of all four women registered with Rex, as their curt and audible sneering graced his pulsing erection on eagerly kissing Madam Craddock’s black ankle boots in submission, the two meek maids not even daring to turn their eyes down to a pleasure they were more than familiar with, Rex more than aware of their presence, but still confused as to their obviously servile status, though evidently female. Maud seemed to sense his curiosity, her cunt ripely aroused for the spiteful pleasure of having him know the crushing levels of humiliation he’d be subjected too.

“I see you have the masturbator ready to know punishment, Esther dear...” The housekeeper sneered as she deftly lifted Rex’s face with her boot, then spread her arms either side of her across the skirts of the two maids, taking his attention to them. The women sneered with satisfaction as he gasped on seeing Esther lift their short skirts ... revealing neatly caged cocks, made tiny by the constrictive devices, cleanly shaven balls, ringed tight at the scrotum neck, confirming their lowly status as owned males, transformed by years of strict training, from the submissively curious stable lads they once were, to elegant and sweetly pretty maids, female but for their imprisoned vestiges of masculinity. Esther grinned triumph ally, it was always a pleasure to have a new male see the fate he’d be made to suffer.

“Yes Maud darling, she’d removed her cage and shot her essence at the point of being caught ... she confessed to having overpowering thoughts on the upcoming visit of the Count ... you know how he favours certain young maids...” Rex’s cock boned rock rigid in his pants, on seeing the dreamy half smiles on the daintily made up faces of the two maids, their girlish faces obviously daring to show their pleasure at being exposed for what they’d become ... and thoughts of this ‘Count’ who was obviously partial to sissies. Rex had heard of such lewd acts between males and had always found the idea abhorrent ... but looking at these pretty things, transformed and introduced to it by dominant female owners, he was immediately aroused by the idea. Esther continued to hold their skirts high, airing the shaven and incarcerated masculinities in the breeze, the thrill of being shamed having those cocks bulge in blissful denial in their steel domes.