Chapter 3

The women had Percy ride the phallus adorned writing chair for a good fifteen minutes or so, giving him a taste of what he’d know for hours at a time when Madam Sylvia Birching was good and ready, their feminine arrogance and the righteous sincerity of their wholesale pleasure in seeing his utter humiliation, having Percy resign himself in earnest to the fact that this was to be his life now ... the notion keeping him rigidly erect as he squirmed on the artificial cock, and the TV screens now showed images of himself bound at the chair, the laughing and jeering women ... and one screen homing in on the maid’s outfit draped over Martha, the stern Housekeeper and Maid Trainer’s arm.

The women applauded in uniform fashion as Percy was eased from the phallus chair on being unshackled, his cock boning high on having his prostate teased by it ... and from the sheer delight at being anally penetrated at the behest of mocking femininity. That cock perked as he saw the pretty gagged girl in pink, led on a leash to the chair by the formidable Emma, whilst Martha barked her commands at the gagged nymphet, the mature woman preoccupied with the maid’s outfit over her arm, but equally determined to gain sexual pleasure from her on obviously lesbian side.

“See the cock seat Cassie ... suck the phallus clean girl, ready for a new greasing...” She grinned wickedly as a smiling Emma deftly untied the pink ball-gag, and the sweet looking girl let out a petit gasp as she bent over the seat, keeping her legs perfectly straight in showing the perfect poise her Mistress demanded of her perpetually ... and showing an already stiffly erect Percy - and every woman there - a beautifully pear shaped backside peeping from below her pink frilly skirt, the bulge of her cunt showing a wet streak of arousal across the slot of her femininity, nipples poking hard from her petit breasts through the material her tight pink top ... as with wrists bound behind her back to show her perpetual bondage, her soft ruby lips descended over the bell of the phallus, her eyes closed in wishing it were the real thing as she sucked on it lovingly. Martha grinned with curt pride.

“Good girl ... perhaps one day ‘Uncle Percy’ - or ‘Maid Priscilla’ - will let you ride upon it ... we’d all love to see that, we know how you love a good stiff cock as much as the taste of pussy!” Sylvia and the other women laughed as the now declared bisexual Cassie blushed pink as she sucked at the phallus, Percy’s cock pulsing with increasing rigidity as he studied the girl who must have been a little older than her outfit suggested, perhaps twenty, but still deliciously nubile. His member dribbled pre-cum as he imagined that sweet backside splayed across the seat, her anus indulged to erotic effect by the stiff phallus.

She whimpered a little as the Amazonian Emma pulled her away when Martha gave her the nod, her lips gaping longingly at the cock as she was drawn from it, Emma cuddling her and looking her in the eye with a curt smile, while thinking of having her sniff her cunt in submission whilst held between her thighs in a wrestling hold ... as she often did, Cassie nuzzling her breasts and longing to be in just that position of submission to the big woman. Martha’s cunt, hot with arousal on seeing Percy’s humiliation so far and her clitoris poking hard for the shaming of him to come, had more immediate ideas for the submissive female ... Sylvia proudly broadcasting her intentions to her and every women in attendance - and Percy.

“Come Cassie, come see the transformation of our new pet, from Percy to Priscilla ... come see how he’ll be she for many of our guests, and her duties will begin after the caning she’s earned!” Sylvia grinned as she took his leash, and let the freshly shaven male to the feet of Martha. The strict Housekeeper sighed with sexual gratification as she rubbed her cunt through her skirts a little, Sylvia clapping her hands to beckon one of the maids, who appeared with a glass of water ... and two pills in the palm of her other hand; blue, and diamond shaped. His new owner smirked as she offered the tablets up to the mouth of her cleanly shaven property, her lust peaked as she watched him gulp them down with the aid of the water.

“You’re going to need an erection for as long as possible today ... we’re all going to have a great deal of pleasure from you ... just wait and see.” He’d barely taken the pills down, when Martha gleefully placed the black frilly dress over his head, pulling it down with the aid of two similarly dressed maids, their contentment confirmed in their hast to thread his arms through the puffy sleeves, Percy erection which would soon be assisted, boning as the smiles of the women combined with the sensual feeling of the silky material against his hairless flesh. He gasped as Martha sighed with excitement on adjusting the false breasts in the dress, as the maids pulled the laced bodice tight, accentuating a feminine waist. The black skirt with its white frills was then lifted, and a garter belt fastened above the hips, Sylvia holding his balls and the stem of his boning erection as Martha took silk stockings from over her arm.

Percy wanted to come more than ever, as Martha had him laid back, and the maids placed his feet into the sheer denier stockings, his held balls tingling wildly as the black silk stockings were rolled up his hairless legs to grip at his thighs, the sensual feeling of the material against his legs having his cock perk and pulse lubrication, the maids grinning with satisfaction as the stockings were secured to the garter belt, Sylvia squeezing his balls to let him know they were hers now ... and thoroughly enjoying Percy’s mixed expressions which showed he’d inexplicable pleasures at being feminised, the reluctance of it, overshadowed by his shamefully submissive pleasure at being humiliated by women. Martha showed him tall black stilettos from her stock of male sizes from which many a male guest had been humiliated.

“These have been worn once or twice by guests put to tasks in humiliation by their wives or partners, bit they’re yours now ... yours to keep as you’re ours to humiliate permanently ... but panties first!” Percy swallowed hard, his anus tingling at the thought of being made to wear those heels, his cock boning at the divine pleasure of being seen to strut in them as a feminised maid, accentuated by the maids swift application of lipstick, eyeliner, and a dusting of rouge ... then his eyes took in the black silken panties he’d be made to wear ... Martha grinning wickedly.

“As you can see, these are nice large panties with an elasticated gusset to the front... “ She held them high for her sneering audience to see, even though they were all patently familiar with their use on males.

“ ... as pretty as they are, they they’re designed for older women who want to hide a belly bulge ... they’re perfect for keeping an erect cock in confinement, pressed tight against the belly and stimulated wonderfully by any movement in heels ... or when being caned.” Percy was close to coming as Sylvia released his balls and the panties were slipped up his stocking clad legs by the spitefully giggling maids, his gasp as the tightly elasticated waistband was released by their delicate fingers to snap against his flesh, enjoyed by one and all ... then he noticed Martha’s smile as she showed him a second pair, having him gape as she also toyed with a blonde wig.

“Oh yes ... you’re going to need a second pair today ... we all know you’re going to soil one pair, and we all know just how ... it’s what you’ve earned and most thoroughly deserve!” Percy’s need to shoot his mess was almost granted by her words, Sylvia now posing with a cane, cutting the air with it, as he remembered the feel of the rod, his surrender of his seed to it ... and the promise he’d be caned as a maid for soiling the sheets. Sylvia’s cunt was hot for the use of that cane, as she saw the bewildered Percy’s immediate humiliation brought to a completion, her laughter as intense as any of the others - haughtily stage managed, as they’d seen makes humiliated this way before - on Martha slipping the blonde wig over his head, and his feet felt those tall heels as the maids slipped those on too.

Martha grinned at Sylvia, offering the leash to her, as Percy sat, feeling the tightness of the dress, the confinement of the tall heeled shoes, the lush feel of the nylon against is legs ... and the throbbing of his cock held tight against his belly in the restrictive panties. He didn’t dare move, afraid of walking in those heels, but Sylvia’s tug at his leash and a swift stroke of her cane, ensured he’d not escape that humiliation. Sylvia sighed with righteous contempt, her clitoris poking hard and excited with sexual triumph as he teetered on heels - gasping at being feminised as he was openly mocked by a scathing feminine audience.

“God I’m so going to enjoy caning you like this!” He yelped almost effeminately as she whipped the cane up the back of the short frilly dress, to greet his cheeks in black silk, easily viewed below the frills. The goading feminine laughter so spontaneously offered in earnest was intense now, taking his humiliation to an erotic high, as a combined feeling of masochism overtook his senses on thinking of that cane while he took his first teetering steps toward the mirror he was being led too, Martha exciting him further with another promise.

“After you’ve had the caning you so deserve, and having duly soiled your panties with the pleasure of it, as you will ... your first task as a maid will be laundry duty - familiarising yourself with more soiled underwear!” Percy”s balls and anus tingled with a lusty shame at the pleasure he felt in being feminised at the behest of dominant women, his humiliated expectations increasing as the laughing grinning women had him see himself in a full length mirror. Percy gasped in disbelief as he saw the image of a busty, blonde, and absolutely feminine maid in the mirror, surrounded by the spitefully goading faces of the women who now had complete and utter control of him, their pleasure in his humiliation as erotic as the sight itself ... with his cock already teased by the panties with those few steps, and now feeling the aided benefit of the blue pills, and erotically awestruck by the vision before him, he wanted to come there and then ... and he was not to be disappointed. Sylvia stood close as Emma, Martha, and the maids took pictures of her triumph over a male she’d long desired to own - pictures which would be sent to certain clients, offering the services of a new maid. She felt the bulge in his panties ... Then slipped them down.

“You’ll come several times today, that’s guaranteed, and there’s no time like the present as we can all see how excited you are with one of your new roles ‘Priscilla’!” Percy could not take his eyes off the mirrored image, as his cock boned rigidly out from under the frill of the dress, the panties already sticky with the evidence of his pre-cum, evidence of the divine humiliation it awarded him, thinking he’d be made to masturbate again, as Sylvia clicked her fingers ... and a smiling Martha led a gagged Cassie over to the newly named Priscilla, and had her kneel, gaping wide eyed at the stiff cock. His boning member pulsed and perked visibly, delighting his audience, as Martha unbuckled her pet’s gag, having her lick her lips as she viewed the erect and standing cock, Martha tapping the wrists which remained bound behind the sweet girls back with her cane, reminding her of her perpetual bondage.