Chapter 5

Spencer now found that the control of the women of Pikes Hill was both total ... and relentlessly permanent, his life as an independent male curtailed with the installation of a stern housekeeper and spiteful maid at his property, regardless of his wishes. The two women made themselves well and truly at home in what was his property, adjusting things as to just how they wanted them to be, as they made it plain that he’d be overseen by the dominance of femininity at every moment of his enslaved life from now on. Both housekeeper and maid were to be addressed as ‘Madam’, and though housekeeper and maid by title, Spencer was made to perform all household duties as before, whilst monitored ... and made to carry out extra duties required by both women, who ensured he knew his place below them.

The two women, Eva, the Housekeeper, and Tara, the Maid, had been selected by Mercy Howard and the pompous Prudence Harper from their staff at Hartington Hall, to ensure Spencer could not effect any escape, should the thought have ever entered his head, now that he’d entered into the surreal world of sexual enslavement to womanhood. Their presence also served to ensure his mental and physical stimulation remained perpetual, and that he was put to good use prior to his visit to Hartington, where both Mercy Howard and Prudence Harper would express the pleasure of their own preferences in dominating him ... and along with Cathy Vincent and Winifred Duvalier, would decide his long term fate.

The raven haired Madam Eva, kept her hair dyed black, giving the plump and full figured woman a youthful look, despite her middle-age, and also gave her a severe presence, becoming of a woman who was naturally dominant, and thoroughly enjoyed the humiliation and punishment of masculinity, her use of whip and cane ensuring Spencer knew his place as simply tenant of his own property, whilst she was truly Mistress of the house, rather than housekeeper. Chosen by the women for her prowess in breaking males ready for sale to dominant women outside Pikes Hill, she thoroughly enjoyed having her cunt licked by Spencer whilst she belittled him.

Echoing the dark persona of Eva, the young Madam Tara had jet black hair too, but without the necessity for dye, that hair and her elegant and shapely figure reminiscent of photos of Bettie Page to Spencer, photos of that delicious beauty with her whip, which he’d often masturbated over. Though young, no more than nineteen, she was also spitefully dominant and a favourite of both Madam Prudence, and the dark Head Maid Elvira, with whom she shared a bisexual relationship with ... as well as a natural desire to spite males. She grinned down at a naked Spencer as her delicate fingers buckled a leather collar tight, tugging on its leash as the pompous Eva sneered a command.

“Walkies!” It was time for further humiliation from which there was no escaping now; every female inhabitant of Pikes Hill witnessing and enjoying another male put firmly in his place, walked naked on all fours around the village green, with or without a doggie mask, his shame in defeat to womanhood was made excruciatingly clear to every grinning woman ... and his erection as he was walked to display the broad silver clasp about the neck of his scrotum, the jewelled base of a butt plug sparkling from his anus, and the marks of fresh discipline across his buttocks, ensured he couldn’t hide the stiffly poking evidence of his defeat and sexual pleasure in his humiliation by feminine hands. Neither could he protest or confirm the dark pleasure he felt in his treatment; a cruelly strapped ball gag ensured his silence, and that only the voices of feminine authority prevailed.

On returning from his ‘walkies’ that morning, Eva grinned as when opening the door to the cottage lounge, they were both treated to the sight of the imposing Elvira, sat in what had been Spencer’s favourite leather chair, her legs wide, and Tara on her knees and eagerly licking the Head Maid’s cunt as she sat back with a wistful smile. Eva smirked at seeing the younger girl’s panties strewn about her ankles, the jigging flesh of her soft white buttocks red with the prints of Elvira’s hand, her backside freshly spanked by the dominant woman, and she now giving oral service in thanks for it. Spencer’s cock boned rigid at seeing it ... knowing he would feel the younger girl’s backlash when her elder lover had departed.

Elvira sighed as the spanked girl lapped eagerly at her poking clitoris, oblivious to having an audience, except for the extra thrill it gave her, Elvira’s smirking eyes surveying the room, and full of spite for the erect male whom she viewed as pathetic, whilst stroking the hair of the subservient Tara as she eagerly worked her tongue through her Mistress’s fleshy and hotly aroused cunt.

“Ohhh ... yes ... This will make a delightful residence for my Tara when you’re gone...” Her eyes burned into Spencer’s as he gasped through the gag at her comment, she giving him time to take in what she’d said, enjoying his obvious bewilderment at the remark, before continuing.

“Today’s the day you’re required at Hartington, you’re to be walked in shame there...” She sneered with an acute pleasure which had his anus grip at the jewelled anal plug he’d been awarded for his submission.

“ ... Madam Mercy Howard has her use of you today, and of course my Mistress will be there to have you know your fate this very day ... and all the village’s most influential women will be there to enjoy it too...” Her sneer broadened as she pulled the messy but grateful face of Tara away from her cunt, standing up and adjusting her panties as she pouted her lips at the girl who was submissive to her, but no male, then adding a last spiteful taunt at Spencer.

“ ... there’ll be another woman you’ll be meeting for the first time too ... but it won’t be the last time you’ll see her!” She and the two other women laughed spitefully as Elvira walked to the rear door and swung it wide to reveal two more Hartington maids in the cottage’s small garden ... smiling as they gleefully piled his clothing and belongings onto a bonfire, Elvira then grinning with dominant satisfaction.

“Your existence here will be eradicated, except for the paintings which confirm the weakness which has brought you your deserved fate ... they’ll find pride of place here and elsewhere, as a reminder of your capitulation to womanhood.” Spencer’s cock erected to a boning rigidity as he watched the smiling maids burn his things, whilst he pondered his fate through Elvira’s cruel pleasure in informing him, the smirks of both Eva and Tara cutting into him, as readily as Elvira’s whip on his attempts to offer feeble protests through the spiteful gag ... those forbidden grunts met with the eagerly applied stings of that whip, deservedly received, and adding to Elvira’s pleasure in her dominance over all masculinity.

There were several other cackling women outside, as Spencer was led out from what was his cottage for the last time, they seemingly aware of his fate, and anxious to enjoy his final humiliation in public through the hallowed feminine domain that was Pikes Hill. His whimpering grunts were enjoyed by all, as his leash was tugged for the benefit of those grinning women, enjoying the humiliating spectacle of his nakedness ... and the shameful erection which confirmed his excitement at that shame, and his perverted pleasure in utter defeat and capitulation to feminine power.

His nakedness was in complete contrast to the attire of those women outside, whose appearance puzzled him; despite the warm day, each wore long coats tightly buttoned and zipped, what they may have worn below, smartly concealed. The tall heeled black patent leather boots they all wore, adding to the spice of that mystery, his eyes taking them in with ease at the level he was kept at on all fours, his cock pulsing dribbles of pre-cum in a masochistic awe as he was led across the grass of the village green in the direction of Hartington Hall.

His balls and anus tingled wistfully as he was led across that green, his memory now going back to that fateful day when the stalls had stood there, and he’d made the fateful contact with Cathy, Winifred, and Mercy, sealing the fate he now faced, a fate which he’d allowed to happen, a fate which had ensured his permanent enslavement to womanhood. There were no stalls there now, but more women, coated and booted as per the others, appeared from different directions, their smiles broadening wickedly on witnessing Spencer’s humiliation as he was led to the highest point on the green, with the vista of Hartington Hall’s towers in the background. Elvira sneered lustily as the women gathered, eager to hear him being tainted, and led to a fate they were so obviously aware of.

“This is the mound where the gallows stood...” Madam Prudence Harper’s severe and dominant maid, pursed her lips with a darkly sexual excitement, and sighed with acute pleasure.

“ ... the gallows on which the three Hartington villains paid the full price for their intrusion ... deservedly exhibited on high for the satisfaction of the women of Pikes Hill ... especially as their convenient executions coincided with the end of masculine rule at the Hall...” The surrounding women echoed her dark cynicism with sneering and spiteful laughter at their imagining witnessing that convenient succession of feminine power with their bound demise on in lofty suspension, Elvira tugging Spencer’s leash hard, as if to emulate his hanging as she faced the towers of the Hall, having him pulse out pre-cum from the tight bell of his tautly erect cock at the thought of being exhibited before women in such a darkly erotic and masochistically terminal way.