Chapter 1

As the sun pierced the morning mist which swirled around the greenery of Gallows Hill, the only sound which achieved any discord amidst the various birdsongs, was the ecstatic grunt given out by Seb Miller as he achieved satisfaction, whilst masturbating in the bushes which faced the mound where the gallows had seen good use in bygone times. Obsessed with the tales about victims who’d seen that brutal justice served, and equally obsessed with the masochistic desire to know that humiliation himself, his perverted mind imagined the laughter of righteously appeased womanhood as he saw himself bound and suspended in sweet humiliation. The thought of being open to feminine scorn as he hanged in no more than a white shroud, bringing generous wads of semen from his pleasured cock, shooting to the undergrowth which shielded him from view.

In the distance, three women who’d also arrived at an early hour to savour the merits of that hallowed place, had grinned at each other knowingly, on seeing a male obscure himself in the undergrowth facing the mound.

As he wiped himself clean, he gasped at the sensitivity of his bell on wiping, staring furtively about himself in checking there was nobody else in the area as he adjusted his clothing. He’d been careful to choose this midweek, early morning time, to as near ensure seclusion as he could, so thanked his luck stars that he’d satisfied his need, on seeing three women nearing the spot as he emerged from the bushes. He reddened noticeably as the three mature women neared, doing his best to look nonchalant, as one of them smiled at him, seemingly knowingly.

Pamela Longstaff, chuckled with her two associates, Dorothy Banding and Cheryl Winter, as Miller stumbled into view; they too had been discussing their interests in the sometimes sordid history of what proceedings had illuminated the now obscure but rudely apparent mound where the scaffold had proudly stood. Though members of a local historical society, the three women held other personal interests which made this particular historic site also one of particular interest indeed. They had been discussing the pleasures surrounding the disposal of one particular male on that date many years before, which had drawn them there that day ... and Pamela had guessed just what the furtive male now out in the open there, had been up to.

Miller tried to maintain an ‘I just happened to be passing’ attitude, but something about the mature brunette’s knowing smile had his so recently obliged cock stirring again ... and it was to stiffen more very shortly. Had they been further off, he’d have made his escape without contact, but their being so close, prompted him to engage them in conversation ... and digging himself a deeper hole from which he’d never escape. At first he tried just to acknowledge them visually with a nod of his head before departing, but something about their intense smiles demanded more of him.

“Good morning ladies ... I ... I was just ... just viewing this spot ... so serene here.” He swallowed hard as three feminine half sneers told him they’d soon get nearer the truth from him, if not the whole truth about his pleasure regarding it. Pamela was already warming to his obvious vulnerability in the face of women, having her cunt twitch with excitement at the distinct possibility that more and more this would be the sort of male that she and her friends appreciated. She grinned as she probed him, adding a little air of authority to her voice, and airing her dominant tendencies out into the open, whilst the other two sneered all the more as they eyed him ... already with a little contempt in knowing full well he’d know the history of the ‘serene’ spot ... and had paid sexual tribute to it.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re aware of the history of this place, are you not? ... a place that was anything but serene on occasion, for many a male, and the odd female.” Miller’s cock stirred more, at her obviously pleasured tone, and the demand in her voice; he regularly masturbated over dominant women, and it felt as though she knew it, and was taking control. Even dressed in leggings and walking boots, the mature brunette and her two friends were very appealing to his submissive sexuality.

‘Oh ... I know ... know people were hanged here ... hanged in public...” Pamela grinned, her cunt in need of being licked by a freshly subservient male, following the discussion she’d been having with Dorothy and Cheryl.

“Oh yes ... in public. Of course, people have been hanged since ... and will continue to know that punishment in some places...” She licked her lips and grinned as she faced the mound.

“ ... but publicly, oh that must have been such a spectacle...” She turned her head back and looked him in the eye with a curt smile.

“ ... don’t you think?” As he blushed, his cock bulging with a fresh erection, as he studied the curt looks of suspicion from three mature women. Dorothy and Cheryl saved him from an immediate response, the blonde Cheryl raising her glasses just a little, diverting the conversation teasingly, in pointing to a track which ran down the slope in the direction of urban habitation.

“So wonderful that we can walk the pathway where the one we discussed, and all the others were brought up to hang ... he naked but for a shroud, and drawn up on a sled in utter humiliation...” She eyed Miller with a spiteful smile, and Dorothy concluded, having his cock pulse rigid.

“ ... oh yes, you can almost here the laughter at him, and the chanting of the crowd ... especially from the women present.” Pamela noted his awkwardness, glancing at the bulge he was desperate to hide, yet somehow glad to reveal as if by duty. Yes, just like the others before, he was showing all the signs of the sort of male they liked to entertain them, and he’d be made to entertain them most thoroughly.

“Why don’t you join us in our walk ... and perhaps have a little refreshment with us later, we’re always welcoming new people into the historic society, I’m sure you’d find it most invigorating.” Miller’s anus tingled as the three women seemed to converge on him, as though he had little choice in the matter, their plumply curved figures in leggings and jackets now seeming tighter and sexier than he’d thought before ... the feeling that he was being controlled by women having him pulse further pre-cum. He could not escape Pamela sensing his feelings either ... as she took his arm in her gloved hand she was determined to have him licking her cunt in submission before the day was out, and confessing to his masturbation.

“Come, let’s view the mound up close, where the final deed was witnessed by one and all ... I get such a sensual thrill from that ... don’t you?” Miller was more than aware of the story behind the wretch brought up on a sled and displayed on high in just a shroud, and now felt very much as though in his place ... he was certainly already as captive as any penitent, and already condemned to a strict path of control as the authoritative Pamela held her firm grip on his arm. His cock was close to shooting it’s mess spontaneously as the three women each put one of their boots to the mound, and with their eyes closed, smiled and sniffed at the air.

“Can’t you just imagine the thrill of the crowd and the lusty trauma of the victim, as the cart was drawn away and they were displayed in shame, writhing helplessly on the rope as the crowd jeered and laughed...” She squeezed Miller’s arm as he swallowed hard, then gasped at her obvious enjoyment at such sadistic thoughts, she looking him in the eye with a contemptuous sneer ... knowing those thoughts thrilled him too, but from a different perspective. He already felt she knew his semen was dripping from the leafy foliage behind them, having been shot in the pure ecstasy of masochistic submission at the thought of knowing the humiliating bliss of that feminine laughter as he kicked helplessly toward death on a silken rope.

“ ... come, let’s go and enjoy a coffee ... and you can tell us ladies all about your interests in its history.” Pamela’s cunt tingled and moistened sweetly as Miller said nothing, but merely followed she and the other two grinning women obediently, he now thrilled by their company, and feeling each step down the hill to the habitation was taking him nearer Pamela’s absolute control of him.

They found a quiet corner in the coffee shop where the formalities of introductions were made. Miller was a little more talkative, becoming all the more eager to be embraced by their authority, the discussion more one of historic note, but with innuendo and undertones which kept him erect, Pamela’s dark enjoyment ensuring he agreed to return to an address with them, primarily to view certain notes and artefacts of interest. He felt more than captive as she sat next to him in the rear of the redheaded Dorothy’s car, a look of prim and smug satisfaction on her face, the two women in front, humming contentedly, as though they knew something he didn’t. Pamela broke the silence as the car traversed the leafy lanes of suburbia, away from the urban sprawl, posing a very open question which stunned him a little.

“So ... do you like the company of independent women? ... I do hope so, as there are many others in one of our groups who I intend to have you meet sometime.” Miller’s cock pulsed as both Cheryl and Dorothy tittered at her ice-breaking statement, knowing all about the specific group she was referring to, their amusement exciting him as much as the question.

“Why ... I mean ... yes.yes ... I like the company of all women.” Pamela crossed her legs and arms, leaning in his direction, making him feel very small indeed as she grinned at him.

“All women maybe ... but independent ... authoritative women in particular...” She licked her lips and stared into his eyes, letting him know he’d not be let off the hook until she was satisfied with his answer ... virtually confirming he was a submissive male. His balls and anus tingled as the desire to confess to her, had him squeak out his response in the need to delight her.

“Yes ... yes ... I would like ... like the company of such women.” He gasped at his own statement as the three women tittered victoriously, Pamela pursing her lips and flicking her free boot, her cunt now wet with the promise of fresh submissive adoration. She would now cut to the chase.

“ ... and were you combining the thoughts of such women when you were up at the mound earlier?” Miller’s cock pulsed pre-cum in his underwear, as he thought on his masturbation ... and the thought of women laughing as he hanged in a shroud, which had made him come. He merely blushed and gasped, brought to speechlessness by his own actions, a speechlessness which would be imposed on him on many occasions by the woman who would become his owner. He was saved from an admission which he dearly wanted to spurt out, as the car pulled into a leafy driveway ... but the sneering and cynical laughter of the women told him he’d all but confessed the weakness from which he could now never escape.

He was ushered into a modest but smart detached house, and made to sit-in a small leather bound chair which faced a large leather sofa, pointed there in stern fashion by the command of Pamela’s gloved finger.

“You’ll wait there whilst we three slip into more suitable attire ... you’ll be silent until spoken to ... you’ll not go anywhere.” Her curt smile was replaced by the curve of her ample backside as she turned and strutted out toward the stairs with the other two giggling women, their amusement making him all the more aware of his obedience ... and the desire to know more of it for Pamela. He gasped audibly, his cock boning rigid in his underwear, when the three women returned very quickly, boots and leggings discarded ... the black tights that had been hidden below leggings now displayed, tall heels and short but tight skirts, equally tight blouses emphasising the ample curves and bulges of mature womanhood delightfully ... and the short time taken, also emphasising that no time had been wasted in ‘freshening up’ - cunts which nestled below panties, ripe with the arousals which had accompanied their acquaintance.

Pamela grinned, as she sat centrally on the leather sofa, Cheryl and Dorothy either side, all three crossing the legs in an authoritative stance and showing ample black nylon clad thighs. Miller gasped again as he took in the sight, knowing he was already at the mercy of these three women, the brunette Pamela in particular ... she grinning a she wanted no time in taking full command of him, knowing his desire to be owned was just as urgent, pointing sternly to the stiletto upon which her crossed leg was supported.

“Come and kiss my feet ... immediately!” She kept her finger pointing in stern fashion, her cunt tingling with sexual excitement as the two others jeered softly, all eyes intense and focused on Miller as he left his seat and shuffled toward Pamela, going down ... and his lips embracing the shiny toe of her lusciously heeled shoe, his cock pulsing in the need to come as he willingly endured his first humiliation at her demand. Pamela’s cunt oozed in the need to know his tongue, her eyes going to the other two with a smile, and nodding approval as he plied his lips to her shoe in utter obedience ... he was ripe for dominating, breaking, and preparation for a spectacle that she and so many other women would enjoy. She edged forward and uncrossed her legs, pointing to the other shoe ... As she wriggled free of her panties and eased them down her thighs.

Miller was already close to coming, overwhelmed and in disbelief at what he was doing; just a matter of an hour or so ago, he’d shot his load at his own imagination, alone and in the open, now he was being controlled and used by a dominant woman ... and as the panties with their richly soiled gusset slipped down her sheer black tights as he continued to worship her shoes, the whiff of dominant feminine arousal ensured his total obedience to her. Pamela sneered as she lifted his face and her panties with her delicately heeled foot, giving Miller a glimpse of her crotchless tights, shrouding a hotly aroused cunt which would soon demand his service.

“Sniff that gusset Miller, show us how you long to taste what it adorned ... and smell just how your capture excites me!” Miller’s anus tingled and cleaned Wiley at the authority in her tone, the word ‘capture’ taunting his mind, over and over, and bringing his cock to an aching rigidity. The women laughed cynically as Pamela lifted the panties high, extending her mature leg with its graceful shape, having him kneel up and sniff for more of the scent. As he impulsively motioned to take the panties from her foot, Pamela barked at him, putting him firmly in his place.

“Oh no you don’t! ... you’ll strip naked before you’re allowed a good sniff ... and we’ll have you lick that gusset clean too!” As Miller hurriedly began to remove his clothing, Cheryl and Dorothy both slipped their panties off too, Dorothy caressing the slippery crevice of her mature cunt, sighing as she watched Miller reveal himself ... already imaging him in another scenario. The blonde Cheryl stood hand on hip in dominant fashion as she flicked her panties to one side, exchanging a furtive glance with Pamela, who nodded her head as Miller revealed the flesh of his body ... and a rudely standing cock which both betrayed and confirmed beyond doubt his pathetic pleasure in being dominated.

“Oh yes Cheryl, I think a little discipline may also become necessary, in making sure Miller knows his place.” His cock pulsed a dribble of pre-cum, as the middle-aged Cheryl, looking every inch the severe headmistress, retrieved a long and flexible cane from behind the huge leather sofa, and sighed with pleasure as she gave a cruel smile, her cunt buzzing as she cut the air with it, the delicious sound giving Miller a forewarning of something he’d soon become very familiar with under that roof ... and elsewhere. Pamela slipped back to one end of the spacious leather seating, Dorothy pulling her legs up and nursing her hot wet cunt in making room for someone else, as Pamela flicked her panties from the shoe, and pointed sternly to wear the fragrant garment lay.

“You give that gusset a good sniff! ... then lick it clean!” They laughed with cruel excitement as Miller flinched at the sound of the cane cutting the air again, the blonde woman’s cunt in full arousal, aching to use it on him as he grovelled on the floor, naked and humiliated but eager to pick up the panties ... and so eager to sniff them. He knelt and brought the gusset up close to his nose, his cock perking visibly at the rich scent, bringing cynical sneering from the women ... and the first flick of the cane from Cheryl, the sweet sting of it having him snort at the gusset, bringing spiteful words from the redheaded Dorothy as she nursed her cunt with broad thighs wide.

“That’s it Cheryl! ... Ohhhh ... have him sniff that gusset hard!” Her words, the sting of the cane, and his humiliation, seemed to combine to enhance the delicious whiffs of musky cunt and spicy anus which permeated the sticky gusset as he snorted at it wildly, his balls fit to burst as Cheryl flicked his flesh with her cane once more ... bringing a demand from Pamela which would not be denied as she brought her thick thighs back and slipped a finger through the hot wet lips of her cunt.

“Lick that gusset! ... lick it clean! ... then get over here and sniff what’s made it nice and dirty for you!” Her half laughter as she gave the command, and the pleased sneering from the other two, had him know he was being played with like a toy, appeasing their spite ... and as he plied his tongue to that gusset and knew the taste of Pamela’s dominance for the first time, his anus tingled at the thought that he was thoroughly deserving of their ridicule. He flinched again and again, whilst licking and taking in the various tangs of the gusset eagerly in his want to sniff at Pamela’s cunt, as Cheryl had his flesh know rudimentary applications of her cane to his flesh ... her cunt tingling wildly in knowing she’d give that flesh a thorough thrashing before the night was out.

Of the three, there was little doubt who was to own him in undisputed fashion though, and a sternly pointed and manicured finger pointing to a shaven and very moist cunt, topped with a neatly trimmed fringe of brunette pubic hair, signalled to Cheryl that Pamela’s cunt was now ready for the adoration of her new property ... and that property needed no further command in heeding the demand of his new owner, though Cheryl’s cane was applied more vigorously in ensuring he scrambled up to feel his naked cock rub at the leather sooner rather than later. With skirt up around her waist, and her ample thighs pulled back, stilettos high, Pamela peered down between her ample breasts and over her plump belly, to sneer at the squirming cur she’d soon have broken and readied for the ultimate pleasure of dominant femininity, transfixed by the sight of her gaping cunt.

“Sniff! ... but don’t you dare lick till I tell you ... I’ll have absolute obedience from you!” Miller squirmed forward on the soft leather seating, his cock already slipping in seminal lubrication between his belly and the smooth surface, pulsing wildly as he sniffed at the gorgeously slick labia before him, its soft pink butterfly exuding the enticing whiffs of musky femininity, the slot topped by the nub of a clitoris poking hard from under its hood in demanding the service of a servile tongue. As he snorted hard at the luscious whiffs of heady arousal, Pamela leant back just a little further, and her delicately manicured fingers pulled the seamed hole in her tights wider, exposing both the sight and the spicy fragrances of her hot and seasoned anus, Miller thrusting at the leather and receiving the spiteful attentions of Cheryl’s cane, as he took in the view of her soft and attractive brown pucker ... and the perfumed whiffs which he knew he’d be made to taste.

His mind was overcome with a perverse and somehow thrilling shame at his predicament, the pleasure of being humiliated by women, and those women so thoroughly enjoying his exposure in spiteful fashion, having him close to jetting his seed with every moment, every cackle of cynical feminine laughter, as he sniffed long and hard at Pamela’s cunt, longing to lick it clean. His cock perked all the harder as he felt Dorothy’s hands about his balls, the redhead enjoying her own little bit of spite, as she looped the noose of a silken cord about the neck of his scrotum ... then pulled it tight with a sneer, as she rubbed at her clitoris with her free hand.

“I think he might be ready for a taste now Pamela ... Ohh!! ... I have his balls knowing what he deserves for being so weak ... Ohhh ... Ooooh!!” Cheryl put hand to hip and held her cane high as Dorothy pulled the cord nice and taught, having Miller know his balls were hers to dispose of, should the spiteful whim take her. Pamela sighed with trite and justified pleasure, as Miller squirmed in a submissive awe, ashamed at the pleasure he was feeling in the discomfort of having his balls strangled, longing to feel Cheryl’s cane in earnest ... and know the taste of that cunt and anus. Pamela then took him to a submissive heaven, her command given with an air of absolute feminine authority.

“You’ll lick my cunt now ... get to it ... Immediately!” Miller gasped and snorted as he drew his tongue up the smooth and slippery warmth of her aroused cunt, the salty blends of musk and perfumed femininity having the bell of his erection buzz with sexual excitement at servicing the font of womanhood at the behest of a dominant woman. His thrusting at the leather was cruelly limited by the redhead’s command of his balls, but prompted by the delicious impact of Cheryl’s cane upon the flesh of his buttocks, the whoosh of each approaching stroke teasing his ears ... the sharp pain quickly reducing him to tears, as much as the overwhelming emotional relief and exquisite shame of being dominated. As those years wet her cunt further, the sneering Pamela had had enough of his feeble attempts to date her bulging clitoris, and would have him shamed further.

“Lick my arsehole you cur! ... lick it thoroughly ... get your tongue up where it belongs!” Miller pumped at the slippery leather, despite the strangling restriction imposed on him by Dorothy’s noose at his balls, Cheryl’s cynical laughter enhancing the lush sting of the cane she wielded, as Pamela eased her anus up to his willing tongue while she stroked her clitoris liberally, an inevitably triumphal orgasm heralded by her gasps and moans as Miller stretched his tongue to taste the savoury delights of Pamela’s soft and inviting pucker for the first time. He found the spice and texture of her anus overwhelming, slipping it across the ribbed folds, then delving deep into its heat ... groaning himself now as the seed rose from his balls, Pamela exploding into a lusty orgasm, Cheryl reaching a similar zenith as she wobbled on her heels, one hand at her slot, the other seeing to it that Miller knew pain ... and then Dorothy pulled the cord just a little tighter, and ensured those strangled red balls made a worthy delivery.

“Come! ... come like you did earlier, when masturbating over being hanged! ... we KNOW that’s what you were doing ... and what you want! ... admit it!” She pulled the cord to strangling point and Miller grunted a muffled yes into the soft recesses of Pamela’s anus ... and marked his utter defeat to womanhood as he exploded into a submissive orgasm, the hot seed shooting in wad after wad in the ecstasy of total defeat. The women sighed and groaned contentedly as Cheryl’s cane showed him the price of being submissive, the red glowing stripes evident as his buttocks rose and fell in emptying his balls in surrender. There was no going back now, the shameful truth was out, and a humiliation at Pamela’s hands he could never have envisaged was now guaranteed.

Over the next weeks, Miller was dominated perpetually by Pamela, harsh training with whip and cane seeing to it that what rebellious spirit he may have had, and that would have been little, was wrested from him during his breaking to feminine order via her natural dominance. Kept naked indoors, led on a leash and ball-gagged before feminine guests, he was aware of something being arranged for him which those guests were curtly smug about. As well as those guests who arrived in person, Pamela was teasingly open about the contact via other means, e-mail etc, of many other women, but as to what, she was more than delighted in making no disclosure, whipping him with the cane if his face showed the slightest expression toward wanting to know. One very early morning, after his entire body had been subjected to the weekly shaving of all bodily hair, by Pamela’s pert and authoritative maids, he was teased and taunted by them about receiving a ‘gift’ that day for his obedience, as he was led to meet Mistress Pamela.

The brunette stood by the window, the sunlight piercing her black negligee and revealing her gracefully plump figure as she stood in dominant pose with a cane in one hand, standing tall in her heels, the only other items the mature woman wore. Miller caught her sneering smile and the flick of that cane as he was made to grovel at her feet by the equally sneering maids, his cock stiffening to an erection as he cowered at her feet and kissed the toes of her stilettos, thinking a caning from mistress and maids was to be awarded. The maid who held his leash taut, grinned wickedly as she toed his grovelling backside.

“Freshly shaven for you, Madam Longstaff ... ready for today’s pleasures.” Miller’s eyes dared look up from his dutiful adoration of her feet, to see her point the cane across the room.

“Well done Miss Tara, take him to the dressing table.” Miller gasped as he was tugged to the item in question, not a conventional dressing table at which a woman would sit and apply her make-up, but a low and stout table on which he’d been made to kneel on before, when being adorned with a maid’s outfit in which he’d been humiliated with, made to greet guests and serve their every needs. The maid addressed him sternly as she tugged him close to it.

“Up you get! ... kneel on all fours and await Madam’s pleasure!” Pamela sneered with a pleasure she already felt, as she surveyed the naked, ball-gagged, and erect male, kneeling in obedience upon the low table. She flicked her cane playfully, then pursed her lips and smiled at the other maid.

“You may put the mirrors in place Miss Hortense ... then fetch me the gift, if you will.” Miller’s cock pulsed rigid as the maid moved full length mirrors which enabled him to see an angle of his face in one ... and through that, a view of his own backside and smartly shaven balls in the other. He’d known the view before when being subjected to ridicule and taunting, something he’d found thoroughly erotic, when being disgraced in a maid’s outfit ... but on this occasion Maid Hortense came back from across the room after moving the mirrors, not with an outfit, but with something clasped in both hands below her per breasts, her smile radiantly wicked. Miller made a muffled gasp through his gag, delighting all three females, on seeing what the maid passed to Pamela.

Pamela wore a spiteful grin as she openly displayed what looked like a small artillery shell with a taper, shiny and somehow menacing ... small artillery wise, but huge by butt plug standards. Miller quivered as he watched her fingers caress the metallic object, from pointed end along wide, wide girth, down the tapered end which was wide enough in itself, to the flat stopper ... which would be all any delighted female observing his owned arsehole would see. His cock boned rigid as Pamela lifted it to her mouth, and with eyes closed, licked her tongue around the tip, before opening her eyes once more, and addressing him in a deeply pleasured voice.

“You know what this is, don’t you Miller?...” He grunted feebly through the gag, confirming his fear of the demonic object, having the maids giggle cynically ... and exciting Pamela no end; her command over him was absolute, and she was going to thoroughly enjoy these moments, and the event that Miller faced later.

“ ... this is going to remind you perpetually that you are owned ... my property ... it’s going to hurt you exquisitely at first, but you’ll learn to love its stimulation...” She sighed as she moved close to his rear, Hortense giving him a broad smile as she went there too ... and eased his cheeks wide, exposing his anus. Pamela took a deep breath, the intense pleasure on her face unmistakable as she prepared to enjoy having him know permanent penetration.

“ ... it’s going to hold your anus wide, giving you a manufactured and most deserved feeling of fear ... keeping you keen for your mistress ... and pleasures you’re going to face very, very soon.” Miller tensed, his cock ready to shoot his load, as Tara pulled the leash upwards, nice and tight to ensure he didn’t move, and Pamela eased the pointed end of the huge plug up to his anus, having it wink in dilating and contracting in a genuine fear which thrilled her.

“There’s no escaping it Miller, you’re my submissive cur now ... and this is going to dominate you too, even when I’m not around!” With a look of pure spiteful enjoyment, she eased the plug in, as slowly as she could, Miller groaning pathetically through the ball-gag as his anus was slowly stretched wider and wider. The maid’s cunts were wet with pleasured arousal as tears ran down his cheeks on Pamela pressuring the enormous plug home, the widest girth almost splitting his tortured anal ring, then at last, as he bucked and wept in discomfort, the wide bulb was consumed within his anal tract, though the tapered girth kept his anus wide as promised, exciting a perversely pleasured masochism within him as he wept. Pamela sighed with her own pleasure, her cunt tingling wondrously with erotic delight, as she pressed the flat end up to his pucker, to kiss at his anus and show everyone that he was truly her owned property; a boldly engraved ‘P’ adorning the flat base.