Chapter 14

Both the sweet sissy Tina, and the wholly submissive Smallcock, found themselves permanently erect as they imbibed the erotic pageant they had been given the pleasure of witnessing, matching the deeply sexual arousal of every woman at the Chapel of Womanly Love ... each more than aware of the supremely sadistic yet erotic nature of the union they were there to see, but as yet not all aware of the extra thrill engineered by Madam Vera Spitzen. As the gasps of the two slaves were emitted audibly and enjoyed by Faith and the other women, on seeing the place of womanly union to be used that day, two smiling women drawing ornate shutters to one side, and revealing an altar not used on every occasion, but to be put to good use today.

The coos and soft applause accompanied the arousal of every woman there, and the pert erections of the few males allowed the privilege - one or two there as the third partner to two women intimately connected, and more thrilled than the others, on seeing a ceremony which was becoming ever more popular, and one which they - and the now worthless male slave in question - would soon be enjoying themselves.

The reveal which brought cunts to a suitably lubricated arousal, was a high altar upon which a tall woman in a tightly waisted full length black latex dress stood in regal pomp, the skin tight top half expressing full breasts with excited nipples poking hard through that second black skin, her black hair high in a severe bun and accentuating her rouged cheek bones, in her hand a tiny book which she projected forward ... the High Priestess of Unions, suitably dressed in black for this particularly erotic coupling, which would also see the termination of the masculinity in the lives of the two women standing close to her, also dressed in silky black full length dresses ... and to the left of them, a smart single beamed gallows, below which quivered the bound and naked husband, trussed and kneeling on an elevated stool-like padded seat, with a full view of the dangling noose he’d soon wear, and the smiling women who’d delight in performing the task, confirming his uselessness in their new found feminine love.

The high priestess, a confirmed and happily practicing lesbian herself, smirked with a sadistic smile as she stepped past the two, and longing to take as much enjoyment as she could herself, in this kind of ceremony - which was not rare, but to be savoured by all, on each occasion - played to the crowd, and ensured the male’s humiliation, by taking pleasure in rotating the padded seat slowly. The crowd of women guffawed and applauded as on being turned a full 360°, they could see the doomed male was also ‘dressed’ for the occasion; though now free of a cage, his cock stood high with the lusty humiliation he felt, his genitalia adorned with a black silk bow, emphasising the capture and enslavement of his balls ... and to the rear, a sight greeted with scornful laughter, a broad anal plug, its base encrusted with black jewels, which would not only prevent his defecation in fear when he enjoyed the rope, but would hold his anus wide, promoting that lush feeling of fear as he was readied for the very short drop every woman there lusted to see.

Judge Miriam Blandish sneered with sexual excitement, having attended these occasions at the Chapel of Womanly Love before, and delighted in extolling the virtues of it to Madam Jennifer Proctor, and to the girl Ginger ... in the hope that she too, would be open to her firm hand on a sexual basis.

“The plug is owned by the Priestess, and has seen the penitent anus of at least a dozen males prior to this one...” She edged closer to Ginger, casually placing an arm around her waist, much to Jennifer’s jealousy.

“ ... the penetration doesn’t simply humiliate them, it also imposes a sense of feminity ... experiencing the penetration they would have once imposed on femininity, but will do so no more.” Ginger sighed with a spiteful pleasure on the rotation revealing that a tether went to between his bound wrists and ankles.

“Is that cord to be removed when he’s hanged?” Faith now stepped up close to answer, a smiling Winifred Blandish, and Matron, also looking on with curt pleasure.

“Oh no Ginger ... he’s to be hanged in the kneeling position ... or as near to it, to ensure he shows his submission to womanhood right to the end.” Ginger sighed with a spiteful lust, deftly rubbing her cunt, as the Priestess took obvious pleasure in returning the quaking male to face the noose and the two smiling women who’d see to his death, she then ensuring his gag was nice and tight, so’s no futile plea for mercy would be audible. She then sneered with pleasure, her nipples poking rigid with sadistic lust, on pointing to a lever close to the stool.

“That’s the lever your wife will pull to confirm her disposal of you, and cement her union of love for womanhood ... you’ll be hanged, and you’ll please every woman here with it, no more so than me!’ The women applauded her speech wildly, and the sight of the cur’s cock poking high and erect in response to it, and the masochistic want for the rope. They hushed as the severe Priestess now approaching the two other women in black, the wife’s breasts heaving with a want of her own, as her dominant wife-to-be held her firm while the Priestess had them hear the vows, and had them kiss lovingly in full view of the quaking and gagged male, who bucked his torso on the stool, in an impatience to savour the rope. Then, as a now hushed crowd of excited femininity looked on, the Priestess pointed the new she-wife to him.

“Cement your union!” Naked beneath her long black gown, the cunt of the newly wed oozed with lush arousal as she stepped forward from her lover’s embrace ... and with a pert and excited smile, slipped the noose over the now redundant male’s head, and sighed lustily as she then eased the knot firmly tight behind his neck, as taught by the Priestess.

“I’m done with you ... you’ll now hang for our pleasure.” Her new partner, who’d seen to his absolute submission under her dominance as she usurped him, and saw to the awakening of his wife’s dominance over him also, stepped forward and caressed her waist as she then grasped the lever, both women giving him their earnest and spitefully vindictive smiles as his cock pulsed rigid in a sordidly submissive pleasure ... as she then jarred the lever back with a wholesome sigh, and the stool dropped away from below him as he took the rope ... hanged by his wife and her lover.

The crash of the trap broke the eerie silence, his ears taking in the cacophony of feminine applause in absolute rapture, as he enjoyed the taut caress and grip of the rope in earnest, his balls and anus tingling wildly as the slow strangulation teased his masochism to a peak he could never have imagined, his cock standing high in an erotic salute to the power of femininity over him, his ecstasy in defeat enhanced tenfold by the satisfied smile of his wife as he jiggered with feet lashed behind him to his bound wrists, thighs down, cock high ... sent to his death by her, in a near kneeling position of defeated obedience to her whims. The Priestess sneered with a satisfaction of her own at seeing yet another male enjoy her very special altar, mocking him further as his cock pulsed and perked, ready for one final spend to not only cement his wife’s union with her lover, but cement his blissfully shameful humiliation too.

“See how my Madam Gallows confirms that she is a strict mistress indeed ... she’ll ensure the satisfaction of every woman here, not least your wife who’s hanged you!” He took in her smile and those of his delighted wife and her smugly grinning partner, as he twirled on the taut and creaking rope, grunting through his gag while he snorted for air as he was slowly choked, the jeering and mocking applause of the watching women in expressing their fervent glee at his demise in the name of feminine love. ensuring his manhood would provide a final degradation to cap his humiliation.

Judge Miriam and Madam Jennifer Proctor were thrilled at the erotic spectacle, seeing the pleasure on the newly united women’s faces, as they watched the usurped male hang, enjoying every moment of his struggle on the rope in confirmation of their binding ... and his uselessness to them. The two sighed with pleasure as the male’s gagged face contorted in a way they’d seen when guest males of theirs were whipped for pleasure, at the point where they shot their mess in surrender. They gasped with an ecstasy of their own, as the meeting and applause of the feminine crowd reached a mocking crescendo, as the hanged male disgraced himself in blissful humiliation ... the seed spurting from his cock, confirming his pathetic and deeply rooted masochism, showing his perverted pleasure in being hanged.

His blurring eyes went to the two smiling women and the Priestess as he came, his final orgasm long and lusty, producing many ample spurts of seed as his ribbon-tied balls gave up his dark and earnest surrender to dominant womanhood, his wife and her lover exchanging a kiss and enhancing his ecstasy, whilst the Priestess sneered at him with the contempt she had for all males, not just those she had the pleasure of seeing hanged.