Chapter 5

Percy’s pathetic pleasure in being utterly humiliated by a woman before women, was merely shrouded by his tearful expression as Sylvia emerged from within the ranks of those applauding young women, to salute Emma’s victory over him, and goad his humiliating display of hot seed in confirming her absolute rout of him physically. His cock was already yearning to spurt again, as the Amazonian Emma stood with one foot on his quivering body in an arrogant victory pose, the intense and spiteful applause at her inevitable triumph and his crushing defeat - the result so obviously a foregone conclusion, but received with feminine relish - having him want to masturbate again, there and then. He’d long remember that grip as she brought the seed from him, the cheer as he shot his mess, the blissful humiliation of it ... and how he longed to know it again.

Sylvia’s goading sneer as he was then paraded before her and the scathing young women in defeat, Emma, sated for the moment, but eyeing favourites of hers amongst the crowd, as she too thought of a repeat demonstration using him ... but she’d have her cunt licked in worship by a blonde young lady, whom she pursed her lips at, on passing the leash to one of the two maids who now accompanied Sylvia. Now close to the horde of dominatrices in the making, Percy cowered in submissive awe of the delectable creatures half his age, but seemingly more than ready to devour him; the pleasures he was now being forced into, under Sylvia’s ownership, just kept coming ... and he was already erecting again as he knelt with red eyes before an audience who’d truly relished his humiliation. Sylvia’s enjoyment was just as erotically profound.

“Kiss Madam Emma’s feet and thank her for your humiliation...” She sneered with spiteful pleasure.

* ... we all know you thoroughly enjoyed it ... your spend certainly confirmed it!” The women laughed cynically as he made himself prone at her feet immediately, the further excitement of the crowd of young women, ringing in his ears as he pursed his lips at beautifully pedicured feet which had held his head to her cunt with such aplomb. Percy’s erection stiffened lustily at the floor as the audience of young women murmured scathing contempt as he kissed them, his fresh erection testament to his pleasure in humiliating defeat to her. He gasped, unable to avoid glancing at the spiteful pleasure shown in each of those younger faces at his being shown his place - a memory he’d masturbate over when given the chance - then looked up meekly to the proud and arrogant Emma, awaiting his ego boosting thanks for the pain she’d awarded him ... which would also boost her cunt to arousal in readiness for the attentions of the blonde young lady’s tongue.

“I ... I thank you Madam Emma ... thank you for my humiliation...” His cock boned once more at her contemptuous but victorious smile, and the lusty jeering and wholesomely genuine applause given out by the youthful audience at his utter degradation ... having him want to come again more than ever. Emma beckoned her favoured blonde girl forward from the audience, the jealousy in the eyes of other girls of a bisexual persuasion so plain to see, as she stepped forward meekly but eagerly, glancing at a plump redheaded whose spiteful and jealous look told her she’d be caned in the dormitory later. She smiled curtly at her, then looked to the present prospect of domineering a male with the illustrious tutor whose cunt she’d readily lick - she may have had submissive tendencies with her own gender which she thoroughly enjoyed, but her dominance over masculinity was never in doubt. Emma pointed to the cowering male as the blonde stepped up.

“Put your foot to his back girl ... show him his place below you.” The girl smirked with sadistic pleasure as she put her spiked heel to Percy’s back grinding it spitefully and having him squirm his erect cock to the floor with the pleasure of it, as the feminine audience offered further applause at the erotic spectacle. Emma grinned as she watched the girl make him suffer a little more humiliation, whilst she held her shoulders and sniffed at her scent.

“How does that feel? ... makes your cunt nice and wet, doesn’t it, having him know you’re confirming your dominance over him.” She gave a pert and satisfied grin, the crowd of femininity showing their appreciation too, as Percy thrust his cock at the floor spontaneously, confirming he knew it, the simple gesture of being under the heel of a mere girl while an audience witnessed his belittlement, so exquisitely erotic. Emma took her hand and felt her reluctance as she pulled her away.

“Come girl, to my room ... I’ve a mind to have you in the position he’s in.” Sylvia watched as Emma led the blonde away to have her cunt worshipped, the jealous eyes of certain parties noted by her with some amusement, she knowing of the hierarchies which existed in the dormitories of St Ada’s ... something she approved of wholeheartedly; she’d had her eye on the plump redhead who had as great a lust for spanking other girls as she did venom toward masculinity; she was progressing well ... and spitefully dominant student Amanda Brunt would soon have the pleasure of being introduced to Percy.

The mature woman grinned at the girl, having her blush slightly at her ire having been noted by one of the college’s prominent benefactors, and seeing her whisper in the ear of one of the maids, who then approached the redhead with a smug smile. Amanda was expecting some sort of reproach, but what she heard would have her putting her favoured dildo to good use when she got back to the dorm. “Madam Birching requires your attendance at the studio lounge here, Thursday, seven in the evening, ‘casual’ dress... “ The maid’s formality disappeared as she smirked and gave away a little more than had been suggested by her Mistress.

“ ... your assistance will be required in the training of her new pet.” The plump redhead gasped, thanked her ... and headed back to her dorm immediately, her clitoris most prominent in her panties, in need of attention.

Sylvia knew Percy’s ordeal and what followed it, would have him longing to spurt again, despite the recent discharging of his balls in pure ecstasy. Her sneer at him did nothing to relieve his erection as she pointed the other maid to his leash, as the other returned from her errand. Percy’s balls tingled as he was pulled up and led along on all fours, noting that Sylvia was in a very spicy mood indeed.

“Time to write something, I think ... she smiled as she strutted ahead to give him a good view of her backside jostling in a tight skirt, whilst the maids took turns in leading him behind her on all fours, with smug satisfaction.

“ ... that greased phallus awaits you, and you’ll know its stimulation, helping you compile something nice and lurid!” Her laughter only increased his wanting to spurt, as his anus attempted to clench and dilate whilst being walked to know the intruding object, his mind wrestling between thoughts of a tale which would please his mistress, and the lush feel of the writing position forced upon him ... and all the time, the buttocks of the woman who owned him, jostled delectably in the skirt before him, his cock boning again at the thought of those delicious orbs of flesh descending to smother his face.

Percy would have to wait for the treat of being face-sat though, Sylvia smirking with both sexual pleasure, and a keen business sense as Percy was made to ponder the delights of his writing position, whilst the mature woman to great pleasure in liberally greasing the standing phallus whilst he watched, her cunt oozing as she had him know her erotically charged vindictive thoughts.

“You’re such a wimp Percy! ... you don’t know the pleasure it gave me seeing you beaten and humiliated by Emma ... especially your pathetic pleasure in suffering it ... I can’t wait to hear you describe how it felt when you came, to my friends when you meet them... “ She wagged her finger at him and the two smiling maids took his arms.

“ ... up you come! ... up to where you’ll write for me! ... write in blissful submission to the phallus!”

Percy’s cock stood high and rigid as the two maids offered him up to the chair, he offering no resistance whatsoever as he stood in the stirrup like foot placements, a maid parting his buttock cheeks ... and his erect cock dribbled pre-cum as the maids ensured his anus greeted the phallus and consumed it to their satisfaction, the women sneering with delight as he was strapped in to ensure he could not escape the full benefit of the rigid intruder, he gasping with the perverse pleasure both it, and their spiteful pleasure at the wicked torment it gave him, awarded his senses. As his ankles and wrists were clasped with the restraints, he amused them further by squirming his buttocks on the seat, learning to love the intruder’s stimulation of his prostate ... and his utter submission to the whims of dominant womanhood, as Sylvia taunted him.

“Play with your pathetic cock Percy ... we all know you long to...” She grinned with satisfaction as he did so immediately, squirming with pleasure as he stroked his erect cock below the keyboard in utter bliss, the cables which allowed his otherwise cuffed and restricted wrists access to his needy cock, making just enough noise as he stroked to remind him that he was captive. The mature blonde and her maids laughed wickedly as they ridiculed his shameful self abuse, she then having him know that her control over him was absolute.

“Don’t you dare come though! ... stimulation and the denial of the ecstasy of orgasm is all you’re allowed! ... you’ll be monitored remotely when left alone to earn money for me, if you spurt without permission, you’ll be thrashed within an inch of your life!” She picked something from a tray behind him, and whispered in his ear before showing him it.

“You’ll write a minimum of three thousand words, then I’ll come for you ... you’ll sniff the gusset of the panties I’m wearing now...” The maids giggled cynically as he was seen to strop his cock a little harder at that thought.

“ ... you’ll smell just how excited today’s pleasures have made me ... and if you’ve written to my satisfaction, I just might let you come ... after a little domination.” Percy gasped at that thought ... and at her hands appearing either side of his head from behind him ... a black ball-gag dangling from one hand, the strap at the other end was gripped by the other, and with Sylvia offering a sneering laugh in his ear, his cock pulsed and boned in his hand as the ball was popped into his mouth ... and the satisfaction in her tone had his balls and penetrated anus tingle with lush submission as her control over him was made complete by her whim to silence him.

“There! ... there’s no need for you to speak ... I don’t need to hear you ... you’ll work for me in silence...” She and the maids stared into his face, letting him know they thoroughly enjoying seeing him hooded, gagged, captive, as he sucked and dribbled at the intrusive ball ... longing to spend at the sneering looks they gave him. Sylvia turned and flicked several switches, the screens all about the walls, flickering to life.

“ ... but you’ll get to know some friends of mine you’ll be meeting soon ... that’s a promise, and as you’ll see, they’re just the sort of women you cherish...” She sighed with satisfaction, as a group of women in black appeared on the screen, each one stepping forward in turn to announce who they were.

“I’m Maud ... I’m Honor ... I’m Petra...” When all had introduced themselves in pompous and arrogant fashion, the screens went to depictions of them enjoying what they loved most ... the dominance and punishment of masculinity. Percy almost came as the woman called Maud whom he’d soon know, flexed her obviously mature figure, clad in leather, as she inflicted deserved punishment upon a male, with a braided bullwhip, Honor trussing a male and practising asphyxiation on him, Petra being pulled along on a cart as she horsewhipped the male pulling it ... Sylvia let him see several other of her dominant friends before leaving with the maids.

“Three thousand words minimum my pet ... no less.” Percy squirmed on the phallus as she and the maids closed the door behind them, his ankles testing the shackles, his mouth sucking at the gag ... and his cock being stropped wildly as the women he was soon to meet, dominated with feminine aplomb on the screens around him. With the phallus threatening to have him lose his load of pent up semen at any moment, he prodded at the keyboard ... and a tale of dark and humiliating degradation soon issued from his masochistically infused mind.

Percy once again knew the humiliation of Maid service, teetering on those tortuous heels as Martha put him through his paces, delighting in whipping him with her cane whenever he showed any element of non-femininity in his movements, whilst she pressed ahead with her etiquette training. Thursday had arrived, and though having been captive for just a few days, Percy’s cock boned in the elasticated panties at the life sentence he’d allowed himself into, those few short days seeming like an erotic eternity, his cock boning in submissive anticipation of the humiliations to come, while his present situation, the shame of being feminised and dominated as a maid, already had him longing to spurt his seed.