He knew her tolerance of him was at a contemptuous low, and that her dominant spite was at a zenith as he cowered at her feet. Having licked her cunt and anus on the bed, the 63-year-old Madam Sandra Gordon flexed her still attractive figure as she vented that contempt upon Dirk Bennett with her cane. Though he’d already spent liberally on the sheets whilst being indulged in Sandra’s scathing verbal belittling of him whilst his tongue probed deep into the spice of her mature anus, his cock maintained a lusting stiffness for further expulsions in submission as she whipped him with her cane and further scorn.

Sandra had taken him in and trained him ready for this day, after he’d begged to be dominated by her many times, on meetings with her at a BDSM circle, and after checking his background thoroughly and discovering he had no ties; his status was perfect for her use. Dirk had spent his life masturbating over haughty and matriarchal women of senior years, and the delicious authority the stern Sandra had shown him was a dream come true. As the weeks went by, his life dissolved into one of total service to Sandra’s needs, her whip and relentless authority reducing him to a slave of absolute obedience, his spirit broken.

As his tongue probed deep into the tight warmth and savoury tangs of her mature anus, he’d come, not just at the promise of the inevitable whip for doing so, but at Madam’s inference that he was to meet and show humility to her stepdaughter. He couldn’t know that this step would lead to the end of his ownership by Sandra, but her ripe and wholesome orgasm on divulging that pleasure had him realise there was something more significant than just humiliation before a younger woman.

Hermione Gordon was as dominant and confident as her stepmother, who’d nurtured the girl’s natural spite and enjoyment of dominating and punishing feeble examples of masculinity as soon as she’d come of age. Her firm hands had spanked the willing backsides of middle-aged males from an early age, Sandra watching with dominant pride as that lush humiliation had them send their seed to her lap in ecstatic submission. As time moved on, the petty donations they’d received from masochistic clients developed into the small fortunes to be made through the actual enslavement and sale of examples through a covert society ... a fee having been agreed for Bennett, who’d be shown in humiliation at a place of sale, favoured by the society, and that pre-sale ritual of humiliation - a thrill to be had by all members, not just the purchaser - a society requirement.

Though Hermione no longer resided at the sumptuous property acquired by Sandra through funds received in the pleasure of her dominance, she visited regularly when her calling was required, her arousal immediate when notice of a show was confirmed; her input into the sourcing of a fresh male, as thrilling as the sale of an existing one ... her cunt hot with sexual anticipation on receiving the call at her lushly appointed apartment.

“Hello Hermione dear ... I take it you’re ready for tomorrow...” Hermione looked at her naked and very shapely figure in the mirror as she held the phone, thrilled at being able to parade it before older and jealous women at that special venue tomorrow.

“Why of course Mother ... I can’t wait to have Bennett know his use to us is over...” The stepmother murmured a chuckle of satisfaction down the phone, pursed her lips, then looked to the door behind which Bennett awaited the whip she’d said she was retrieving, unable to hear her conversation and the pleasured tone on which it was conducted ... her cunt hot for the show of triumph over masculinity which always thrilled her.

“ ... the weather is perfect for it tomorrow ... and his despair will be exquisite on knowing his enslavement by me is over, but is to be permanent elsewhere.” Hermione heard her cut the air with the whip she’d seen used on many a male before the call cut off, then looked to herself in the mirror once more as she fingered her aroused cunt. Though nearly thirty, she had retained youthful looks which had her pass as a teenager, the vision of her with a whip having many a male realise his hopelessness to resist the dominance of womanhood of any age ... before succumbing to the maturity of her Stepmother, and total enslavement.

Hermione masturbated with a favoured dildo, her legs high as she came gloriously before slumber, her mind firmly on the next day as she orgasmed ... and of her sourcing another feeble male, after the delicious sale of Bennett into permanent enslavement.

Bennett’s cock stood high as Madam Sandra collared and leashed him, then grinned spitefully as she barked a command as he cowered naked at her feet.

“Cheeks high!” His already rigid cock boned with a submissive wanting on knowing this meant he was to be plugged anally; the token of ownership he was made to wear whenever allowed out with his Mistress ... though he was puzzled as he’d been left naked, though he’d been collared, as if to be shown, as he had been, in shame before some of Sandra’s select friends, their ridicule of him exquisitely arousing. The bulbous plug was eased in with a firm deference by Madam, very little gel applied to the generous girth of the shiny steel demon, adding to Sandra’s dominant pleasure in knowing its presence was well and truly appreciated by him as his anus was spread wide at her behest. She sneered as he squirmed at its intrusion, also knowing its cold feel was telling him this was not one of the usual rubber plugs he was made to wear at restaurants and the like.

“There! ... a show plug for a very special day, a day my stepdaughter will enjoy as thoroughly as I will.” His balls tingled at the feel of the large plug, even its taper before the flat and decorative stopper, keeping his anus nicely wide ... inducing a permanent sense of fear, and exciting his already intense reverence for Madam Sandra, and her dominance over him. His erection pulsed high as Madam donned the tall boots she wore when walking him as though he were a dog, through the lawns of her extensive gardens ... but her application of red lipstick to her pouting lips hinted that it was not the gardens he was to be humiliated in today. His balls tingled further on hearing the front door opening, and steps toward where he knelt, naked and in obedience to his Mistress. He gasped as the door opened, and a spiteful sneer from a vision of feminine confidence and authority greeted his pathetic presence.

“Hermione, my dear! ... you can see my latest example is ready for his little adventure. I do hope you’re up for it too...” Bennett’s cock perked high as the youthful beauty stood over him, her almost schoolgirl looks astounding him, as she sneered down at him with utter contempt, placing her hands on her slender but generous hips, her breasts poking rigid nipples through the thin dress she wore, and lifting one foot to waggle a tall black stiletto at him ... wanting the recognition she deserved, and would get from a submissive male under absolute feminine control. Madam Sandra barked the command he longed for, already longing to worship a woman who looked like a girl a third of his age.