Chapter 2

Percy’s first act of submission by masturbation, seen as a forbidden pleasure by his new Mistress - even though his ecstatic expulsion of seed in humiliation had been by her order - saw to it that the rigorous regime of authority over him was duly enforced with immediate effect, in her promise of use of the cane on him being demonstrated forthwith. Made to lay across the bed, Percy’s recently spent cock erected against the sheets in the lust for a second orgasm as that strict authority was implemented, Sylvia, Martha, and Emma, all showing a spiteful lust if their own, as they took turns in showing him his position in the household ... firmly below every woman there.

Sylvia had the pleasure of initiating his caning, being his owner, and her excitement at the sound of the cane cutting the air and greeting new flesh with the vivid sting of it’s slender but very flexible girth, matched Percy’s reluctant but masochistic excitement in being duly and rightly thrashed before a smug feminine audience, both contemptuous of his pathetic submission, and thoroughly sexually aroused by it. Sylvia’s sense of triumph was tangible, as the mature woman’s unrelenting efforts with the swing of her right arm, had Percy brought swiftly to tears, the delight of the other women in seeing it, having him wallow in the depths of a superbly erotic humiliation, at being reduced to crying out like a child whilst they laughed and sneered with utter contempt at his weakness. If he thought tears would ease their efforts with the rod, he was so very wrong; the spitefully stern Martha, the Housekeeper whom was to train him as a maid, rolled up her sleeves as she took the cane from a sated Sylvia.

“Tears?! ... tears?! ... I’ll give you something to cry about!” Percy thrust his rigid cock at the sheets, as the mature women commenced her thrashing of the deserving masturbator, Percy now giving out to wailing like a child as the dominant and sadistic woman saw to it that he knew a sound thrashing, the spectating maids pursing their lips and sighing at the vigour shown by the lusty matriarch, she showing his already ruby and pink striped flesh no mercy whatsoever, the delicious song of the cane and its blissful stinging on impact, bringing Percy ever closer to soiling the sheets in absolute submission. As he began to hump and thrust at the sheets uncontrollably, Martha laughed and passed the cane to an eager Emma, while she joined a smiling Sylvia and the other women enjoying Percy’s sorry facial expressions. Sylvia smirked as her eyes met with the blubbing male’s, showing him that no mercy would be given where masturbation was concerned.

“Your turn Emma ... see to it that he earns another caning tomorrow ... we can all see how he’s lusting for it!” Martha added a little extra, with a contemptuous sneer as Percy continued to thrust at the sheets as Emma put hand on hip and raised the wickedly flexible cane high.

“Oh yes ... he’ll earn it alright ... and dressed as a maid, he’ll earn yet another thrashing!” Percy’s balls gave imminent notice of his earning that caning amid the cynical laughter of his feminine audience, as the sound of that cane recommenced, the Amazonian Emma showing him no more mercy than had Martha, her cunt hot and wet at the thought of bringing him to tears before an excited feminine crowd as she demonstrated her ruthless prowess in the art of wrestling and trussing ... then having him confirm his tearful submission by licking her cunt and anus in total defeat before a thoroughly appreciative audience. Percy could only dream of such a humiliation, but the one he suffered now was so erotically adequate, his contorting face bringing smug satisfaction to the audience he now had, as the whistling strokes of the cane delivered by the big woman had him earn another caning in blissful surrender.

With the stinging impact of that cane, the smiles of sadistic delight shown on every feminine face there, and the thought of being humiliated as a maid, Percy knew an ecstasy in masochism as he could only have dreamed of just a few hours ago, as he shot his mess to the sheets and earned delighted cynical applause from his Mistress and her staff, and a salvo of rapid strokes from Emma, ensuring his thorough soiling of the sheets as he spent liberally in the absolute shame of defeat to womanhood. Now he’d been seen in his true colours, Sylvia sneered in triumph as he thrust and whined in the bliss of a submissive surrendering of his seed, she knowing he now knew he was at the absolute mercy of every woman there ... and those he’d be introduced to at her whim. As he squirmed out the last delicious throes of orgasm with Emma pressing the cane hard against his thoroughly striped flesh, his new Mistress barked a command.

“Lick that mess up! ... NOW!” Emma whipped his backside with the cane for good measure, ensuring he reacted to Sylvia’s command in obedience, his audience sneering with delight as he lifted his torso, and the sticky evidence of his pleasure under the cane spun a silken thread from the defeated cock that had spent it, the slimy evidence of his submission marking the sheets. Percy stooped and plied his tongue to the cursing evidence of his weaknesses to women, even this humiliating act, giving him a sexual arousal like he’d never expected as the watching women laughed and sneered with studied disgust at his shameful duty. As he licked at the salty and acrid taste of his own seed, Sylvia had another thrill for him.

“Get used to that taste ... you’ll be sampling that, fresh from many a cunt ... but it won’t be yours!” Percy’s cock was already wanting to rise for a third surrender, as Martha and two excited maids descended on him, securing his arms behind him, the third maid gleefully wrapping a studded collar about his neck and buckling it tight. Sylvia and the other women smiled with smug satisfaction as Percy felt the tug of a leash he’d often be displayed on, the exquisite feeling of being owned by women, and shown to be no more than a pet held to obedience by it, having his cock show a semi-erection as he was pulled back to a begging position ... he unable to hide the submissive pleasure it awarded him. Martha now leered at his wanting cock as she held him firm and the others grinned with their own dark pleasure at his messy face; a vision they’d see on those special occasions hinted at by Sylvia.

“You’ll come and be prepared for the night now ... and for that uniform you’ll earn to adore!” With his cock doing its best to rise again, he was led away without showing the slightest resistance by Martha and the two maids, awarding Sylvia a deeply erotic sense of satisfaction as she too, prepared the bed for his return.

Percy was taken into a very clinical looking room, which almost had the look of a laboratory, and shown to a bed covered with plastic sheeting, one of the grinning maids sprinkling the surface with a soapy water solution before he was ordered to lay upon it. Martha’s fixed smile had him know that some belittling experience awaited him, and as he squirmed on the wet and now slippery plastic, she retrieved a tape measure and toyed with it as the two grinning maids wheeled trolleys toward the bed ... upon it tins of shaving gel and an array of razors, and electrical clippers. Martha’s fixed smile broadening wickedly as the two maids began to cream his entire body with the gel.

“We’ll soon have your body made appropriate for your life here ... no more nasty body hair ... in fact no more hair at all...” She smiled with a spiteful lust as she picked up the cordless clippers then cradled his head with one arm whilst the gleeful maids swiftly razored the hair from his legs.

“ ... this is the first step to your feminisation ... I’ve some lovely wigs for you to wear, on those many occasions when Madam Sylvia doesn’t have you hooded in anonymity...” The maids laughed and tittered as Percy gasped on hearing the buzz of the clippers, then half erected as he felt the air on his newly balding head as it was shaved clean ... the thought of being wigged or hooded, exciting his increasingly submissive nature. Martha sighed, her cunt wet and more than ready for the licking that she and the maids would have their new pet award them, before he was returned to Sylvia.

“You’ll appreciate the feel of the sheets and the clothing we’ll choose for you, so much more when you’re nice and smooth ... and we’ll have lots of outfits for you to know humiliation in...” Percy shuddered as one of the maids gently grasped his cock, having it pulse to near rigidity as she expertly shaved any trace of hair from his balls, Martha giving a further sigh of sexually dominant pleasure as she watched.

“ ... and of course, the maids will see to it that you’re regularly waxed to keep that nasty hair down ... you’ll learn to enjoy that, but not as much as my maids will.” Percy squirmed his erection at the slippery plastic as he was turned ... and every last remnant of hair was shaven from his body, Martha gleefully lifting his chin and removing his eyebrows with the clippers, having ensured his head was down to a smooth skull. He thrust at the sheeting as the stern Housekeeper then plied the tape about him, taking the opportunity to measure him for the delightful outfits he’d be forced to wear ... Martha then awarding him the first item of humiliation, on the maids towelling him down and having him kneel in a begging position, their eyes filled with wicked delight as they surveyed his smoothly shaven body, Percy gasping audibly as he was shown the hood he’d wear.

“This will have you rendered anonymous to guests who have no need to know who you are ... you’ll just be an insignificant male to them, and deservedly so...” Percy’s cock achieved a full erection as she slipped the hood over his head, the thought of being seen as no more than a worthless cur, identity of no importance whatsoever in the eyes of pompously dominant women, having him want to shoot his seed there and then, as the full faced hood was tied at the neck above his studded collar. Martha pursed her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her black panties down.

“Oh ... and it’s adjustable too ... dependent on what duties are required from you...” Percy inhaled sharply as she ripped a Velcro attached patch across, exposing his mouth and nose, his anonymity still intact, but his mouth now ready for duties, She, spreading her thighs back and the maids jostling to hold him to the task to come, as his eyes took in the Housekeeper’s smoothly shaven, sweaty, and hotly aroused mature cunt.

“Lick! ... what are you waiting for! ... get to it!” She sighed long and hard as the two maids pushed his face forward, eager to have him sate their Mistress and have him perform his duty on them. Percy needed no prompting though, and now shaven of all hair and hooded in humiliation, he eagerly sniffed at the fetid spices of her cunt, a d delved his tongue into the glorious flaps and creases of her pink butterfly, the taste exquisite as he thought on how she’d caned him earlier ... and would do so again. He lapped lovingly at her clitoris as she pulled her broad thighs up and back, then had his cock twitch with expectancy as a manicured finger came down to meet his tongue.