Horsewhips and Maids
Copyright© 2020 by Midsummerman
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - In the Edwardian era, Rex has remained a bachelor, casting doubts on his sexuality - though this is never in doubt in his mind His crushing desire to be crushed by womanhood, realised at last by a surge of courage, leading to his domination by an equestrian fraternity, and sexual excitements he'd never dreamed of. The recruitment of very special maids is big business in a perversely sexual underworld, and the women who procure it, ruthless in every way - masculinity eradicated so many ways
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Shemale TransGender Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Snuff Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex
There was no need for any church officials at weddings carried out at Madam Maud Barrington’s grandiose estate; what occured there was strictly at he whim of the horsewomen, and anything set by them was to be strictly obeyed. A marriage conducted there, at their whim, was therefore considered as binding as any service carried out in a church ... and as those marriages often involved sissies being taken by deviant gentlemen, and Haughty lesbian matriarchs taking a submissive maid as a bride, those ceremonies could never have occurred anywhere else anyhow.
Such was the binding to be, of one Rex Naismith - now feminised by his horsewoman owner, Marsha Honeywell and now known as Regina - to the very sweet and effeminate Cindy, a sissy sourced from the stables by the women, her prior name irrelevant ... erased, as per any element of her masculinity, barring the smoothly shaven balls, and little cock which stood firmly erect in sexual excitement as she viewed the feminised Head Maid who was to take her virginity.
Regina’s cock stood rigid beneath his frilled maid’s dress too, as he studied Cindy’s pert little backside, accentuated wonderfully by the tight white basque, her pouting feminine face with it’s delicate features which had aroused him so, peeping through the laced veil at him, as the tarty ginger girl from the stables led her through the avenue of Jodhpur clad women towards her Destiny. The curt and spiteful grins of those women, some laced with a smug contempt, only added to the rigidity of the erections of both Head Maid, and sissy wife-to-be. No grin was broader or more cynical than that of Marsha’s as she would now have ownership of both Regina, and the sweet sissy ... the submissive humiliation of both, confirmed eternally. Her smug contentment grew as she stood whip in hand next to Regina, unable to resist a taunt.
“I’ll wager you never had the slightest inkling that this is what your saddle sniffing would come to, did you Rex...” She cackled with laughter at her jibe, toward a male who was fast forgetting he ever was one, such was the immersion into service as a maid to dominant women ... and his submissive desire to comply absolutely.
“ ... sorry, I mean REGINA, of course.” He longed to lick her cunt in gratitude for his capture by her, the cruel dominance that had seen to it, emphasised in her tone ... and he knowing it would remind him of what once was, as his sissy bride approached, Maud Barrington flicking her crop, impatient to act as Priestess, and enjoy the dark humiliation that the ceremony at her premises required.
He thought back on how it was when he was at liberty to go about as a natural male. He had a pang of nostalgia for it, the masturbation over the strict women he desired ... but masturbation hadn’t even enough, his cock pulsing pre-cum as he thought on the scent of that saddle, and the unbridled masochism and humiliations it had led him to ... and this was brought swiftly home to him, by the mature and authoritarian Madam Barrington, always sexually excited by the betrothals of the kinky side, carried out on her premises, awarding her a smugly rewarding arousal in seeing eternal humiliations made binding. She lifted the frill of is maid’s skirt with her crop, and rubbed at the bulge of his erection with it as she smirked at him.
“I do hope you’re ready to entertain us all when you and the sissy are made as one...” The movement of her crop from his bulge to her crotch took his eyes down there, and had his cock long for a further rub with that crop as he studied the dark patch of arousal, the outline of her camel-toe outlined wonderfully in the material now slick with lubrication.
“ ... and I hope that you’ll both have the appetite for licking cunts when we’ve had that sporting entertainment from you.” Regina gasped at he thought, guessing what would be demanded of them, the notion nearly having I’m come spontaneously, especially as the strict and superior Lady Emma Hardwick strode closer with a lush and sneering smile ... her extreme dominance and sexual pleasure in usurping the Count, had thrilled him ... it had also brought it home in no uncertain terms, that he belittlement, humiliation, torture, and snuffing of males was something the horsewomen, and particularly Lady Hardwick, thrived on. As such, he would obey any demand made of him, and bask in the lush humiliation and masochism it would award him ... though the thought of the delicious suffering that the Count had endured, mocked and castrated on the gallows, excited him to.
Cindy quivered with a submissive excitement of her own, her little cock standing high and erect at reaching the epitome of her sissy desires; dressed and readied as a blushing bride, her feminised husband to be, standing tall next to her, the cock she’d sucked on lovingly, soon to impose its authority on her where only candles and soft rubber phalluses had gone before. Lady Emma Hardwick grinned with a pompous arrogance as she viewed the feminised male and the near naked sissy clasp eachother’s hands, longing to be as one. She flicked her crop playfully as she smiled at Maud and Marsha.
“Now that I’ve become part of her operation here, I think it only fitting that we have a few more weddings here ... of the enforced kind...” Both Maud and Marsha sighed in an excited agreement, guessing what she’d say next.
“I’ve a few male associates who need being put firmly in their place, and will soon show their true colours after some discipline here ... and introduction to sissies...” Maud’s cunt expressed its clitoris to a new and hard protrusion in her slickly lubricated jodhpurs at the lush thought of further male humiliation.
“Ohhh ... they’d be made most welcome indeed, Emma dear, I’d love to see deserving males broken and made to bind with sissies like that...” She rubbed at her cunt with the flat of her crop, and closed her eyes as she dreamed of something just as exquisite.
“ ... then of course, there’s always my gallows ... any of them showing reluctance could then entertain us that way.” Both Emma and Martha’s arousal peaked lushly at he thought of seeing a bound, gagged, and naked male displayed on high on the rope again ... especially if it involved castration, post the inevitable surrender of seed in masochistic thanks, as per the hotly erotic hanging of her Count. Exciting a prospect as it was Maud cast those wickedly dominant thoughts aside, the plump sextagenarian held her crop high, and signalled to the excited feminine staff at the French windows.
“On with today’s task, and the pleasing spectacle we’ll have!” Regina and Cindy clasped eachother’s hands tighter than ever as the smiles of the women bypassed them for a moment, and had the two turn to see what was happening at the French windows. The crowd of Jodhpur clad women applauded wildly, but the jealous sissies not so much, as a large bed adorned with black silk sheets was wheeled out, to have the newlyweds-to-be gasp at it, whilst eager womanhood surrounded the firm but comfortable piece, the grinning maids ensuring its wheels were anchored, when positioned as per Maud’s requirements. The mature matriarch then adopted an officious tone whilst Marsha and Emma also took up a uniform pose close to the couple, and the seething crowd of womanhood came to a hush as she spoke ... not to either Regina or Cindy, but first to Marsha.
“Do you, Madam Marsha Honeywell, as owner, offer up your property, Head Maid Regina, to marry the sissy Cindy.” Marsha smirked with dominant triumph, basking in conceited feminine arrogance at being seen to have complete control over the male she owned, even at his own wedding. She pursed her lips and responded with a pert sincerity, edged with a pleasured contempt as she eyed the sweet sissy who’d soon know her whip as Regina had.