Chapter 4

Spencer Thorpe now knew there would be no hiding his weakness, and pleasure from any of the women now, though a certain shame had gripped him and had him hide away for a few days ... though he’d masturbated incessantly at Cathy’s victorious outing of him ... and his inability to deny her command in meeting her at the Equestrian Club, where she’d take further pleasure in that victory, by outing him to friends who’d also dominate him.

Though he tried his best to keep rational thoughts in his head, kidding himself that the equestrian meet would be formal rather than a sexually themed and hedonistic display of feminine dominance, he knew the latter would prevail, Kathy having inevitably boasted her triumph over him to her friends ... leaving them eager to have their turn in humiliating him. Neither could he escape the compelling force which drew him in obedience to the next place of obvious humiliation - not just the command of superior womanhood, but by his own perverse inner longings which confirmed to his confused but also eager mind, that he was enslaved just as equally by his own pathetic desires to be the plaything of sadistic feminine whims.

Drawn along to a fate he couldn’t escape, he stumbled awkwardly across the village green in the direction of the stables, a middle-aged woman walking a heavily leashed dog, grinned knowingly at him as her stride in tall leather boots slowed to take in and enjoy her chance meeting with him. Though it was another sunny day, her boots and black leggings were topped by a tight and shiny black rainwear top, having her exude a natural dominance by her curt smile as she tugged unnecessarily hard at the dog’s leash.

“Off to the equestrian club Spencer? ... we all of us, can’t wait to see you there.” He offered no response but simply gasped at a woman who was totally anonymous to him, knowing his name and destination ... she not waiting for a response as she laughed softly and strutted on, having him know that the entire controlling community of women were privy to his use ... along with every male secured there. His cock perked to impromptu erection, as he watched her generous figure bustle away, his rational thoughts of the day to come, erased. His balls tingled with a lurid and fatalistic excitement as he looked at the sky, and then to one of the roads which led out of the village, Imagining some invisible dome had now been cast over it, keeping him there ... and though he knew it existed only in his mind, it might just as well be a steel shell preventing any chance of his escape now he was enslaved by his own desires. Further cruelly excited by the anonymous woman, he was drawn on.

Though the walk had been relatively short compared to the regular country walks he’d made before his fateful attendance at the fair, he was breathless through turgid excitement as the ivy clad frontage of the stone stable block with it’s utility rooms loomed before him, its wooden walls encircling the paddock, making it more like an ancient arena, more than an equestrian centre ... his cock perked at the thought that no escape through open country would be allowed, once within he’d be dealt with in accordance with any feminine whims, till their authority allowed release. It also had his mind run wild as to the ‘equestrian’ practices carried out there - free from the prying eyes of any chance visitors to Pikes Hill.

His mind also visualised Madam Winifred Duvalier’s appearance as he pulled at the ornate Victorian bell pull, it’s jangle behind the closed open door quite audible. This was the grey haired woman’s domain, and her pert and senior authority had been acute enough when in a casual mood ... now in her element, his cock boned rigid at Cathy’s promise that she’d have her turn in dominating him, as would Mercy Howard, and today Winifred would show her authority over him. He swallowed hard as the door was opened, and a casually dressed Cathy faced him with a curt smile.

“Here an hour before the first event, as told ... good boy! You are quite the obedient submissive, aren’t you.” She outstretched her arm and pointed a finger down at the stone clad floor slightly behind her to one side, his eyes taking in her broad thighs in the tight leggings she wore, knee length heeled boots complementing them beneath her short frilled jacket which emphasised her generous rear beautifully. As he knelt on the hard stone where pointed to, he heard the giggling of two other females, as the door was slammed shut behind him. Spencer felt an instant shame at being seen down on his knees before a woman with two young stable girls laughing at him, but the humiliation thrilled him just the same, having youthful females know he was a submissive who could easily be dominated by them ... and greater humiliation was to come, as Cathy barked at him.

“Strip off! Now! ... you’re to be readied for the show!” He didn’t hesitate, despite the two bitchy girls sneering as he exposed his flesh, their amusement peaking at seeing his cock stand rigid with the thrill of being humiliated. Cathy grinned spitefully, content with his obedience, and hand on hip, to the two giggling youngsters.

“Full dressage girls! ... I’ll have Winifred and Mercy know I’ve already shown him his place!” His anus tingled with a pert fear and anticipation as the Jodhpur clad and booted girls picked items from a nearby stable wall and took great joy in showing him ... a black leather harness-like strapping, a smart black ball-gag, and an anal plug with plumed black tail. Their smiles at him were intense as they made sure he had a good look at the items before he was strapped up by their eager young hands. He gasped with a perverse submissive pleasure as the girls buckled the collar strap nice and tight before buckling the body straps, their giggling growing more spitefully toned as they took control of him, Cathy in her element too.

“You didn’t think I’d let Winifred have ALL the pleasure of you today, did you ... and I’m going to be so proud having all the other women of the village see what I’ve reduced you to, as well...” Spencer baulked a little at the thought of being seen by even more women, having him motion to make a plea, one of the girls then taking great pleasure in silencing him with the ball-gag ... the feeling of defeat at being rendered mute by a mere girl, perking his erection to an acute stiffness amid their mocking laughter as his stuffed mouth was held to an obedient gape by the shiny black ball.

That erection was teased to further rigidity as the other girl then took immense pleasure in having him experience an anal plug for the first time; he’d read and masturbated over depictions of being plugged anally by controlling women as a sign and reminder of their ownership, and now groaned through the gag in a mixture of discomfort and masochistic pleasure as the smooth but rudely wide bulb was eased in with delight by the spiteful girl. His grunting was laughed at by Cathy and the two girls as his anus was stretched wide by the coned demon’s girth, before being swallowed up to the tapered, then flat, end ... pre-cum dribbling from his poking bell at the delicious feel of total submission, owned by women and now ready to entertain them, as the black tail hung from the plug to add to his humiliation.

He felt Cathy’s tug of command, on a leash being attached to one of the many accepting links on the collar, the many straps and links on the bridle strappings jingling as she handed the leash to one of the sneering girls while he sniffed at the leather scented air of the stables, his eyes noting that only every other one of the stalls were occupied by horses, their heads poking out inquisitively. Cathy smirking as she knelt and, with a deft movement, fastened a tiny but stiff collar about the neck of his scrotum, the inch deep band forcing hill balls down ... emphasising them, and the fact that they were balls that were owned. Spencer’s cock perked lustily at the restrictive feel of the scrotal collar, Cathy giving a cynical laughter as she stood and flicked her stiff horsewhip.

“There! A final touch to complete your dressage!” The two booted girls strode ahead, tugging him along and looking back at him with a smug air of triumph on their faces on leading him through the stables on all fours, Cathy following behind, grinning as she teased his bare arse with her whip, admiring the strapping which confirmed his submission. He baulked once again as a third smiling girl appeared from a stall up ahead, and swung open a large door ... the daylight which shone through it, accompanied by the massed chatter of a large feminine audience beyond it, his hesitance delighting the girls who tugged his leash harder, and Cathy, who took pleasure in striping his flesh with a curt application of her whip.

“You didn’t think it’d be just Winifred, Mercy, and I who’d be privy to your submission did you?...” She laughed sordidly and had his flesh feel her whip again, as he was teased forward to know utter humiliation.

“ ... oh yes! every woman in the village will enjoy seeing the confirmation of your defeat ... you’ll not hide your weakness from any woman here, ever again!” A sense of resignation to that defeat, and the shame he was about to endure, had him bite on the ball-gag and have his ringed balls issue a dribble of pre-cum with a perverse arousal at the humiliation to come. As he was walked through the stables, his heart skipped a beat on seeing that every stall not occupied by a horse, contained naked and gimp masked males, in various states of bondage, some showing the signs of recent punishment, their red striped bodies shown as they writhed in their bonds, each in a state of enforced defeat. Cathy grinned as she flicked her whip, her face a picture of sheer contempt on viewing the bound inhabitants of the stalls.