Chapter 7

The pills Sylvia had made him swallow had his cock throbbing rigid and rock hard, and taking his mind to another dimension of submissive surrender, as he was taken back to Sylvia’s residence, his anal plug removed, and he was strapped into the writing chair to ride the phallus seat, and ponder his experience at the hands of mere girls. Sylvia grinned with spiteful anticipation as she and Emma cuffed and shackled him.

“As you’ve seen from the cars outside, I’ve had a change of plan ... my friends were SO keen to see you, and some of them are here already...” She strutted round to be within the vision, of the still bleary eyed Percy, flexing her short whip as Emma stropped his boning cock, sneering with pleasure at the feeling of its absolute rigidity, as his Mistress, Owner, and Conqueror, continued.

“ ... you’ll have an hour to make a significant start on the pleasures you’ve experienced ... then I shall come for you.” She rubbed the flap of her whip across his bell as Emma held its stiffness up proud, and smirked with sadistic promise.

“Regardless of how much you’ve committed to a story, you’re going to be whipped to fresh tears again Percy ... as first impressions count, and I want all my friends to witness you in utter defeat at my hands...” Emma smirked with equal satisfaction at feeling his pertly erect cock pulse in her hand at the thought of a further whipping, but the best was to come, as Sylvia flexed the whip he’d know yet again, in her delicate hands, whilst a smiling Emma made sure no further comment was allowed from him, her arousal perking as she ball-gagged him with pleasure, while Sylvia flexed the short braided whip which would see to his utter submission.

“ ... I’m going to make you beg for the whip, Percy ... beg with sincerity to know its punishing strokes ... I’ll then have the pleasure of giving you just what you deserve, and then telling my friends just why you’re so tearful.” She laughed as she left, Percy squirming on the phallus, longing to shoot his spunk in submission ... and longing to beg the whip from the woman who’d consigned him to a life of perpetual submission. The words flowed as he typed in the cream of his masochistic thoughts, whilst the promise of severe humiliation has that hour fly by.

True to her words, Sylvia appeared promptly one hour later, her cunt hot and ripe for the prospect of showing Percy his eternal place in life now she owned him, her clitoris poking hard from beneath its hood, stimulated by the skin tight leather leggings she wore, the symbol of her femininity demonstrated boldly by the gloriously aroused slot of her well-defined camel-toe. She was filled with egotistical pride as she watched Emma and Martha, Matron, move to release her prize from the phallic chair, and saw him ease himself down, quivering and showing no reluctance whatsoever to cower at her feet. Emma felt a pang of disappointment as she unbuckled his gag, but took solace in what was to come. They were joined at that moment by Matron and Amanda who’d come from St. Ada’s, their appetites for seeing Percy’s humiliation as ripe as ever. Sylvia grinned at them as she toyed with her whip, the mature Matron responding as she in turn, grinned spitefully at the cowering male.

“Oh, we wouldn’t have missed this for the world Sylvia ... we can’t wait to see your guests faces as they witness your triumph over him.” Percy quivered all the more at the unified laughter that followed his cock boning rigid at the thought of being seen to openly beg for the cane before an audience, a d then have fresh faces witness his reduction to tears by it, his rigid cock showing the depths of submission he’d also been reduced to by her.With his backside high in the air, the women laughed all the more as the youthful Amanda was treated to the pleasure of obliging his already nicely reamed anus to the generous plug, she, smug in her delight in poking the bulb in without ceremony, sneering at his gasp as his ring was spread wide by it, his sense of fear enhanced lushly by it ... ready for the whip.

Sylvia flexed the whip in her hands impatiently, her breasts heaving in her tight silk blouse while she teetered on tall heels as a sneering Amanda had him know the feel of the collar and leash which he’d be shown on ... sighing with spiteful feminine pleasure as she pulled him back on that leash, to a begging position, all the other women sneering rightfully at his cock standing high and erect, in the pathetic lust to know the domination and utter degradation of feminine authority. Sylvia’s cunt oozed with sexual arousal at the thoughts of what was to come, on seeing the eagerness in his eyes, which gave her the extra thrill of further contempt and spite for him, the knuckles of her delicately manicured fingers white, as she gripped and flexed the short whip, having those eyes witness what he’d receive many times after today.

“Beg for the whip Percy! ... beg for it!” Percy’s balls and anus tingled, his aching cock pulsing ready to spurt, as he grovelled before her, he not hesitating to obey her command ... longing to feel her whip cut him.

“Whip me! ... whip me Mistress ... I beg you!” The contempt of his female audience was echoed ripely by their cynical laughter at him, none more than Sylvia’s as she raised her whip high, her cunt hot for the pleasure of seeing him served with the punishment he so thoroughly deserved, and her dominance over him had duly rewarded her with. His sincerity in the request to be beaten, confirmed that the triumph of her will over him, had him just where she wanted him ... on the irreversible way to having his spirit completely broken by her. Her clitoris poked with sheer sexual pleasure as she brought the whip down, Percy’s cock pulsing to maximum rigidity as his already sore and striped buttocks felt the stinging cut of Sylvia’s whip ... the smiles of the other women as he moaned in pain, bringing his masochism to a lush peak as his humiliation began.

Those smiles radiated spiteful contentment as Percy was swiftly and deservedly brought to tears by the strict woman, who savoured every stroke she applied as she thought on leading him leashed before her friends, dominated and beaten. His feminine onlookers watched his punishment with equal contentment, smug with the justification that his feeble submission to womanhood had earned him every cutting stroke, which they viewed with relish as Percy was reduced to a snivelling, grovelling, cur, by Sylvia’s sadistic enthusiasm with the whip. Thoroughly sated by this aperitif to her day of triumph, she relented at last, to generous applause from her small but ardently dominant feminine audience, Percy knowing a louder applause awaited his humiliation before a larger audience on feeling the tig on his leash. Sylvia grinned with contentment as she eyed the writing chair as her elegant stride took both he and she past it.

“My Publisher’s here too Percy, she’ll demand at least one tale of absolute submission for our little publication every week ... and our patrons will masturbate all the more on knowing the circumstances in which they’re written...” She and the other women laughed scornfully as the tearful Percy was led toward a door, the murmurings and laughter of excited womanhood audible to him through it. His cock boned rigid as the magnificent Emma delighted in ball-gagging him once more, completing his picture of absolute submission, Sylvia cutting the air with the whip he’d so gratefully received, and grinning in triumph.

“This is it Percy, you’re going to be seen by one and all for what you truly are, beaten, defeated, owned by a woman ... a worthless plaything!...” She laughed raucously in the peak of her triumph as she opened the door, announcing her arrival to all inside, all as eager as her, in seeing what the once cocksure make had been reduced to.

“ ... and there are women here you’d never had dreamed would have been in attendance ... most eager to see you dominated!” Percy’s cock boned rigid as he was immersed in feminine applause and cynical, scathing laughter, he daring to lift his head as he was paraded in victorious pomp by Sylvia, revealing tearful red eyes of utter defeat to the delighted spite of mature womanhood, immediately aroused by what they saw. As he was paraded naked on all fours, led by the collar and leash of a proud woman, gagged, butt-plugged, his completely shaven body striped with the evidence of regular and severe punishment, he was barely recognisable to those smugly satisfied eyes ... but recognisable enough to thoroughly excite his feminine audience as to what he’d been so deservedly reduced to.

With fresh tears still evident from his red eyes, parodied by his wagging and erect cock, it was not only obvious to his delighted audience that he’d recently been thrashed to submission, but that the intense humiliation of being shown in utter defeat to womanhood gave him a perverse pleasure as keen as their spite in seeing it. That erection boned to a lusty rigidity as his eyes took in the sneering smiles of the women he’d seen dominate with aplomb, whilst treated to videos when squirming upon the phallic seat of the writing chair. Petra, Alice, Honor, and the leather clad Maud were all there ... and so were women he’d never have guessed were dominant, women who’d been at other sections of the writing club, women once meekly effeminate who now displayed whips, crops, and smiles which radiated their deep arousal at seeing the once cocky Percy Harris owned, dominated, and obviously thrashed by a mature woman.

The pompous triumph of Madam Sylvia Birching was there to be seen by all, her complete control of the vanquished and punished Percy, exciting them toward the use of him that they’d all been promised, not least by her publisher, Eva Kane. She almost drooled on seeing the writer of submissive male stories, so popular with men and women alike, reduced to the status of the characters in his stories ... and ripe for further reduction at the hands of vindictive womanhood.

“I see he takes the whip well, Sylvia...” Percy’s cock perked at the sight of a mature woman he’d not seen before, her smug smile radiated a contempt which echoed that of every other woman there, and her voice rang out a confident air of authority while the other women sneered and laughed at her comment while she flexed a short whip she carried, eager to test her suggestion. His anus tingled and gripped at the stimulating intruder stretching his pucker wide, as Sylvia played to the gallery whilst all eyes were on him, pulling him up on the leash to a begging position.

“This is Madam Eva Kane, Percy, you’ll have the pleasure of meeting her at her residence when each batch of your works are ready for her ... she’ll whip you, regardless of whether she approves of your efforts or not, and you’ll thank her for it!” Eva laughed, scornfully, showing the heave of her full breasts in a tight blouse, their lush volume exciting Percy further, on imagining her naked and using the whip on him ... and her further taunts perked his cock all the more.

“ ... I’ve heard how you take to the maid’s outfit and gimp mask too, I can’t wait to see you shamed like that ... put to domestic service before my publishing fraternity - all female of course, and all eager to see the the humiliation of masculinity!...” Martha stepped forward, and received a stupendous and enthusiastic applause which had the tearful Percy gasp through his mask, on holding the dress of a frilly maid’s outfit high.