No-one could have suspected anything of the middle-aged woman who strutted tritely in her long pvc rainwear, only those males turned on by such attire - and there are many - will have given her a second glance, her black stockings on legs supported by tall heels adding a certain sexual interest to those partial to the mature and superior female. Her smug smile masked the sheer satisfaction she felt, her mature cunt hot with arousal beneath the waving polythene as she stepped with purpose to her destination.

Those eyes, both male and female, which did look upon her with one sort of admiration or another, would have been either shocked to the core or thrilled beyond question, had they known what she carried within the bag which she clutched with one hand so tightly, its shoulder strap crossing between her ample breasts sash wise, and emphasising those emblems of her womanhood magnificently through the adorning pvc which glistened perversely.

Her ardent stride took her to an address in the city, her arousal guaranteed by having ventured there via public transport, having many a male leer at her, and no doubt, some wonder what her bag held. She ascended in the lift of the expensive thirties-built mansion flats, and steeped across its plushly decorated hall to the apartment required. Her attention to the bell was met with a quick response by a pert and excited housemaid, who let her in to the luxuriously appointed rooms, her quick step leading the raincoat adorned woman to a mature woman of about sixty still very, shapely, and draped in loose black chiffon which barely hid her deliciously curvaceous femininity; a picture of opulent decadence. Her nipples poked excitedly through the sheer fabric, on seeing - and hearing the rustle - of the woman in pvc.

The maid grinned with a glowing intensity, as a deft smile of satisfied smugness covered her Mistress’s face, the younger woman shepherding the arrival to a leather chair. The plasticised coat squeaked provocatively as it caressed the leather on her sitting, but she didn’t relax and sit back, but placed her bag on the table between them. The chiffon clad matriarch gasped with expectation, her form but slightly sagging breasts heaving as she eyed the bag.

“Is it done?” Madam Audrey Parker grinned serenely as she undid the top button of her raincoat, so’s to allow her a little more freedom of movement as she leaned forward and lifted a smaller bag from within the one she’d carried with feminine pomp, and opened it with a sneer of sexual pleasure.

“Your husband’s, I believe ... or should I say, ex-husband.” The chiffon clad woman gasped with excitement and clasped her hands tightly together, in an aura of pure pleasure ... on seeing a severed cock and testicles laid out for her inspection. She continued to wring her manicured hands with joy, on having a vague recognition of the genitalia before her - which she’d been cheated of in recent years, but had been displayed to other, sometimes younger, and older, dominant women. The pert maid covered her mouth, concealing an obviously pleased and awestruck smile, as she viewed the cock which she had been made to suck, under threat of the sack if she told. The young woman’s cunt flushed with sexual triumph, having been brave enough to tell her Mistress ... becoming instrumental in the satisfying conclusion displayed at the table. The older woman’s nipples now poked like bullets as she asked for details.

“was he made to suffer satisfactorily?” Audrey grinned with lusty smile at her recollection of events.

“Oh he was made to suffer, alright ... but unfortunately, due to his nature, he got perverse enjoyment too...” She pursed her lips as she extolled the virtues of the women who’d attended and assisted her ... most readily and enthusiastically in the execution of a male.

“He realised too late, that this was going to be more than a game this time ... especially when ‘Prudence’, the castratrix, showed him her bag of tools ... after he’d been conveniently trussed and made secure...” The cheated wife smirked as she fingered the cold and flaccid cock which would have erected immediately, on sampling the pleasure all three women experienced within the discussion, but the control and dominance of femininity had now ensured it would never rise again as Audrey told more.

“He begged for mercy, which was particularly pleasing, and his gagging was assured once we’d enjoyed his pleading ... his silencing an exquisite thrill for us all, having him know our authority was final and no mercy would be shown...” The maid wanted to know more, her spite for him as intense as the arousal she now felt.

“Was he conscious when his manhood was removed ... I so hope so!” The older Madam smirked with delight at the younger woman’s welcome impertinence; the girl. Whose usual station was to speak when spoken to, helping to illuminate the dark pleasure the newly relieved wife now enjoyed. Audrey’s cunt oozed as she recalled the wicked deed, whilst also yearning for a sexual relief of her own ... guaranteed from a wretch she’d left trussed and dominated at her own residence.