The Hidden Chamber

by Midsummerman

Copyright© 2011 by Midsummerman

BDSM Sex Story: A submissive male takes a holiday but is invited to alternative accommodation by the female proprietor of the apartment he rents. She has discovered his sexual preferences by chance, and finds him a perfect candidate for her ‘hobby’ which she shares with her dominant female associates.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Slavery   Heterosexual   Fiction   Horror   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Sadistic   Snuff   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   .

He had arrived at the resort apartment, the stress of his work routine far behind him. The relaxation had immediately stirred his sexual feelings and he had fantasised about every air hostess and smartly dressed female airport worker as they had strutted primly about their duty; the clack of the one woman's spikey heels on the marble floor; her tight fitting skirt and blouse accentuating her blissful authoritative form, the woman in her 40s gave him a sweet smile as she passed – he thought of how he'd love to have been down on his knees to her; awaiting her pleasure. On the plane another prim lady- perhaps advanced in years for a hostess- had shown her worth in chastising a rowdy youth worse the wear for beer- he had seen the stern look she gave the lad, her command to behave immediately obeyed, and imagined her with cane or whip. His member had risen to the occasion at the thought. Now encamped at his destination he had tried to take a quick nap but found the woman's face on his mind- why not? He thought, and reached for the copy of Stanton's 'Dominant Wives' he had treated himself to; how he loved those illustrations of the haughty, busty women within – he yearned for a woman like that and wished he were one of the poor submissive males tormented and punished within the pages. He found one which bore a resemblance to the hostess and treated himself to relief; careful to mop up every drop of the sticky mess which he grunted out with extreme pleasure upon the floor, before showering and treating himself to a dip in the hotel pool.

On returning to apartment seven, he was confronted by a maid who was just leaving his room – a wave of infantile fear shivered through him; he remembered that he'd left the book on full view! The maid gave him a glowing smile and remarked that the he needn't worry about 'that book' – he had automatically tried to look over her shoulder and made it patently apparent to her why he was flustered-

'we get lots of gay people here.'

Gay? He thought; he couldn't be further from gay! The maid noticed that her feint of ignorance seemed to have worked, she knew all too well that men who like to be dominated by women are seen as 'sissies' to some men and had used this untruth. She also knew someone who might be very interested in this man if the circumstances were right.

'At least you won't be bothering me like some of the other male guests' she said.

'Actually I'm straight' he blurted at the departing slender teenage girl.

'So where's your wife then?' she quickly retorted.

'I 'm a widower' he replied as he tried to regain some credit in the maids mind.

'Oh I'm sorry' she said; 'that's very sad'. It's also perfect she thought, and hurried back to the reception desk, already feeling slightly aroused with anticipation.

A moment later she was at the phone-'Madam ... I think I've found one'- she quickly relayed the story

'Excellent'; came the reply from the other end; a ring of pleasure in the voice. The maid was instructed what to do.

At the master fuse box, a slender hand with sharp and shiny painted nails pulled the fuse to number seven.

He had just plugged his camera in to fully charge it, when the flashing indicator ceased; he leaned up and tried the room lights ... nothing. At reception he was greeted by the maid again.

I'm so sorry sir, I've asked maintenance to look into it, this is so embarrassing –we are fully booked and don't have another room. The owner is about to visit and she may have to arrange accommodation for you elsewhere'

... Just then a large black limousine pulled up and the driver stepped out. This chauffeur was like no other he'd seen. This was a woman no more than 25 with full length boots, skin tight leather trousers and matching blouson- a small peaked cap complementing the outfit. She stepped smartly to the rear door and opened it.

'Oh here is the proprietor now' said the maid sharply, ensuring he heard. Out of the rear of the car stepped an absolutely stunning woman, who though obviously judging by her exquisite facial features was in her late fifties, had retained a beautiful hourglass figure which though considered by modern standards as 'plump' was the image of some of the women who were displayed on the 'retro' sites of 50's soft porn. There was nothing 'pornographic' about this woman, though he sensed something deeply erotic when he looked at her. She strode forward with perfect poise on black stilettos. Her heavenly legs teased her tight skirt as her ample thighs and hips swayed. The tight top she wore cradled her proportionately ample breasts; her cleavage displayed teasingly, through a black chiffon over-garment. He did not know it at this point but this woman was to become the realisation of all his fantasies ... and more. The maid curtsied in a strange way and gave the woman a knowing smile. The chauffeur also half smirked as she crossed her arms and looked down upon the guest.

'My name is Hortense Bradbury, I own this building and several others. I understand that this is the very first day of your holiday and cannot allow you any further discomfort'.

The scent of this divine creature was driving him wild, and he struggled to make any response- the scene seemed such an over-reaction to something and he felt embarrassed about causing this delectable woman any trouble-

'It's probably just a fuse or something'- he suggested.

The maid needed all her composure not to give away any sign. Hortense looked at him with her glorious dark brown eyes, her well coiffured auburn hair waving gently under the foyer fan.

'I don't care; you'll come with me now and we'll treat you to something special'.

There was positivity in her tone which was in reality a simple command. She then turned and strutted back to the car giving him his first chance of a rear view of her glorious femininity. The chauffeur ushered madam into the vehicle and she faced him, patting the luxurious leather seat to beckon him in.

'What about all my things?' he asked.

'Don't worry, my maid will take care of that and bring them along for you'.

He got into the car and sank into the soft upholstery, in came the driver, the glass internal screen was swished shut behind her, and the central locking clunked the doors shut, giving him a feeling of very comfortable captivity. He wasn't sure why, but his sphincter clenched slightly and he was sure that the formidable woman beside him had a look of achievement on her face.

As the car cruised on, he couldn't help but notice the sharp blue eyes of the chauffeur looking at him as she adjusted the rear view mirror more often than was necessary. He also noted that the hotel area was coming to an end and they were heading further along the coast road.

'Are your other hotels at another resort?' he asked timidly.

'After what you've been through, I shall take you to my personal residence. I know you'll enjoy it more'.

She smiled in a very satisfied manner – the blue eyes squinted in the mirror as the leather clad vixen at the wheel obviously smiled as well.

'You note that all my employees are of the fairer sex; this is because I like to have special relationships with men, I could never work with them. Most of them believe a woman should know her place and are very jealous of my wealth. I understand that your view of women may be a little more relaxed?'

Suddenly the booted beauty at the wheel swished open the dividing glass and handed something in a velvet bag to Hortense;

'I believe this is yours?

She then produced the Stanton book over which he had masturbated earlier!

'My maid took it from your room shortly after she removed the fuse from the main box; I was pleased because I'm a big fan of the late Eric myself, and I thought we might discuss our preferences more intimately; I trust you'll indulge me, after all, it's only a game of fantasies'.

He was speechless, but overwhelmed with mixed thoughts, thoughts which gave him a very apparent erection-the bulge at which Hortense stared down at.

'Good boy' she purred, and both the women giggled at his predicament

. At that point the car swept up a driveway and approached a luxurious villa surrounded by high marble walls. An electric powered wrought iron gate whirred open then banged shut again after the car passed. He could see that the walls were all clad in shiny marble adorned by the odd rambling rose – the walls would not be climbed without the aid of a very large ladder. The beautiful house was would make an effective prison if the gate mechanism remained unknown.

Hortense commanded he follow her as the chauffeur put the car in a huge garage. As he walked obediently behind the woman he tried to speak out and make some sort of protest, but something willed him on in silence and his curiosity gained the upper hand as the sensual figure before him left him mesmerised. Hortense's heels clip clopped on the path to the house and the sudden gust of a warm breeze lifted the pleated side of the elegant woman's skirt revealing the length of her leg and voluptuous thigh. Another maid opened the huge oaken front door and greeted the two inside. The door closed. He was hers.

The décor of the room he was led into was minimalistic; the leather theme continued with sprawling black leather sofas with seating at different levels- many had padded leather mats before them. Hortense pointed to a chair in the corner where he would have a full view of the room 'You will sit over there' she barked- he now began to realise that he was about to realise someone's fantasies. He sat quickly like a scolded child. She turned to the maid-

'You may now bring us the special iced coffees we prepared earlier'. The maid reappeared shortly, as did the Chauffer and the maid from the hotel. Hortense passed the drink to him and sat opposite him on a large sofa. She had a drink too; hers looked like a conventional iced coffee, but his had as much blue powder sprinkled on top as the brown you would normally expect. The blue substance was evident throughout the glass.

'I want you to take a nice long swig of your first drink in my house' she said firmly.

He hesitated –

'Do it!'

– he gulped the liquid at the command; his erection now involuntarily rock hard.

The drink definitely had coffee in it but tasted as though there were some form of alcohol too, and the blue powder was both dusty and gritty as it went down.

' I trust you don't have a heart condition of any sort?' she asked.

'No' he replied.

'Good, then you'll find the Viagra very useful over the next day or so; you've had enough for two men already!'

The maids all sneered and giggled at the comment; he also noticed that the blue-eyed vixen was gently rubbing herself against the corner upright of one of the larger backed chairs. He also noticed that pictures on the wall were somehow familiar but not quite right; one was of a sexy looking female with tight beige jodhpurs who appeared to be dancing –the picture was typical thirties style. Hortense noticed the direction of his gaze and asked if he had noticed the sharp tang the drink had? Continuing-

'It's called Amobarbital- 'Truth Serum'- and I will ask you about that picture very shortly, and you will tell me all about it. In fact you will tell me everything about your deepest desires, and they will be influenced by that blue nectar which will help enslave you'.

Then it dawned on him; Bernard Montorgueil - the raised hand of the girl was minus a vicious whip; the naked, lashed, hooded and tethered male also absent. He had now finished the drink and felt strangely trance like – Hortense noticed this and knew that the minimal amount he'd been given would keep him open to commands as long as he received attention and stimulation.

'I know that you are now at your weakest and will do just as you are told; these young ladies are my maids, but you are a male and inferior to them; you will obey their every command too, and you will be at their pleasure without the aid of the drug when you have learned your place. I will now change for your first session and my maids will instruct you in the few minutes I am absent - PREPARE HIM!'

The younger women leered menacingly at him. They had now removed all their lower garments with the exception of their silken panties.

'Come here!' beckoned the first maid he'd met.

He wobbled over and stood before him... 'SMACK!!', she slapped his face.

'I'll teach you to look on me as an ignorant girl – I can't wait till the first time you're left alone with me! Now pick up that mat!'

She motioned that she wanted it placed in front of the one already at the foot of the chair where Hortense had been seated.

'Now take your clothes off!' said his driver from earlier, who made it clear by her tone that she was very much in the driving seat now! He fumbled with his clothing and though he felt fear and his rear clenched and unclenched convulsively something inside him told him that this was his destiny and a strange sense of carnal pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him.

'KNEEL!' Commanded the maid who had opened the door; he has not really noticed her before as he had been captivated in more than one sense by Hortense on his approach to the house. The maid was perhaps the youngest, at about 16. As he knelt he looked up her. She was one of those glorious yet always spiteful true redheads, her fiery ginger hair contrasted with her silky, milky white skin, daintily freckled, She looked down at the mature adult male and said, unsmiling, with utter contempt-

'I'm going to cane you at the first opportunity I get'.

He knelt there as the words played on his mind- the air was beginning to dance with the gentle unmistakable scent of female arousal. These were perhaps the youngest women he would meet at the house and he was completely under their control. His erection bobbed rigidly as he awaited the return of their, and his, mistress.

Then she arrived through the doorway he faced whilst kneeling – they had been careful to arrange that he would have a full view of her as she made her first entrance in earnest. My god! She was the perfect image of dominance to this submissive male; his hand moved automatically toward his member –'SMACK!'-his face stung again as a hand with fingers whose scent gave away where they had just previously been, caught him-

'Oh no you don't' said Ginger-

'That is Mistress's property now!' the sight which had prompted his motion was pure ecstasy; Hortense was now completely naked save for a full length black chiffon trouser suit, which as she slowly approached with a wicked, dominant smile, revealed openings which gently caressed at her womanhood, her shrouded vulva apparent with excitement, her ample breasts nestling in the shimmering material- the tallest black patent stilettos he'd ever seen, and a small cane with which she cut the air menacingly. She stood before him on the first mat.

'From now on you will address me as 'Mistress'. You have made it quite clear that you are a submissive male and I have decided to own you. Tonight you will tell me what you most desire and you will pleasure your mistress for the first time'.

She then slowly nestled in the sofa before him, the chiffon parted and he had his first glimpse of her womanhood. He couldn't help but notice that it was glistening already. Oh how he wanted to lick her there and then, but first he must earn that pleasure.

'Tell me what is missing from my picture'- he blurted out; 'Her whip and a man who is being punished'... 'Is he enjoying the punishment?'... 'Yes he... 'THWACK!' – she stung the side of his buttock with the cane...

'YES WHAT?'...

'Yes Mistress'. He remembered - he was learning fast-'

'He must be- he has a huge erection'.

Hortense asked; 'would you like to be him?' The girls all sniggered.

'Yes I would, I yearn to be punished and humiliated by women, I would die for a woman'.

'Oh yes' chortled the girls now openly pleased with their catch; he had given ALL the right answers.

'Good boy!' said Hortense as though addressing a puppy.

'You will now get to know your mistress'. A collar and leash were fitted to him.

She now adjusted the luxurious sofa so that his face was level with her most feminine parts of that superior body. She tugged on the leash –

'Come and sniff your new mistress'. He eagerly moved onto the closer mat and was pulled gently down toward her smoothly shaven sex.

'Don't you dare lick until I command you! I want you to take in the aroma of the woman who has taken charge of you, who will completely and utterly dominate you, you are to pay for all the wrongs inflicted by men on women, you will suffer on their behalf and will know pleasure only when I choose to allow it-here, put your nose right to my pussy and take nice long breaths'. He did so as she toyed with herself with one finger. Her scent was intoxicating, he thought about her words while he took in the well-seasoned aroma of her beautiful womanhood. He now realised that this was his rightful place and he was willing to accept any punishment at her slightest whim. His member felt like it would burst and he longed to ejaculate.

'Mmm' she quivered ever so slightly.

'Now lick my womanhood!' She commanded-

'I want you to start at the base of my vulva and ensure that you lick every fold before you approach my clitoris'. Oh heaven; as though the scent had not been enough ... the tangy musky taste was delicious, he spent some time doing just as she had commanded, worshipping every fold before arriving at the apex of her sex, she rocked gently as he lapped at her sweet smelling fruit. Just as he thought she was to come, she gently pushed his head away.

'Girls, I think we should treat ourselves to some sunshine –our new toy can finish the job beside the pool in full view of our property; he'll see where he's to spend his time'. The girls smirked at each other –

'Oh, and one of you bring my phone would you'. Still firmly erect, he puzzled at this move, why was it so important that he view the building? They had made it quite clear that he was not a standard 'guest'- did she simply wish to gloat at her wealth? His leash was tugged and he followed behind his mistress. The sun shone down making her gorgeous body all the more evident as the bright light penetrated the chiffon. They walked round to the other side of the pool where suitably placed furnishings had been arranged. She lay down on a couch which offered shade from the wall behind, her head facing the house. It was at this point that he noticed that the girls who had followed were looking up toward the eaves of the second floor with knowing smiles, they then glanced at him and he felt uneasy- he did not know why. As he looked he saw for the first time that there was a large circular structure above the second floor. Though there were skylights from which the sun glinted there were no windows, the space would be far too big to simply house air conditioning etc. - it was a third floor.

'Down you go' said his new mistress, having given him plenty of time to survey the structure.

As he moved toward her sweet sex, she allowed him just a few licks to regain her arousal then pushed his head back again. She then removed the chiffon outfit while he knelt there and lifted her legs back a little further.

'You will now sniff my bottom!' Down went his nose to the wonderfully puckered dimple that was her anus. He was to find himself there on many occasions.

'You know the routine'. As with her sex he inhaled deeply through his nose

'Does it smell nice? I'm afraid I'm a little sticky '. The girls giggled.

'Yes mistress'- he was not being untrue, in his aroused state the tangy bottom of the goddess that now owned him smelt like honey. She lifted his head

'In a moment you will lick my arse! I want it thoroughly cleaned. The girls had been doing something behind him – they had pulled the couch out to allow him to lie down rather than kneel – whilst she held his head back he saw her smile at Ginger ... and hand her the cane. The other girls had smeared a little baby oil on the couch -he was allowed down to her bottom, the two other maids held an arm each, his member squirmed under him on the oiled leathery couch- he was to receive punishment and pleasure at the same time.

'LICK!' -and lick he did, the taste was tart and tangy, he moved his tongue round the inside of her cheeks before penetrating the luscious orifice, his member squirmed under his belly and he felt its pleasure.

'Cane him!'- he heard the whoosh of the cane as it came down- it stung like hell as it creased his buttocks but did not deter him from his duty- his member was being induced into a rhythm underneath him as whoosh after whoosh came down. Hortense moaned with pleasure as she toyed herself to the inevitable- her juices trickling down to add to his pleasure as his tounge went in as far as he could manage. He was licking the arse of a mature and dominant goddess whilst being caned by a spiteful sixteen year old dominatrix, and held to pleasure by two more young beauties- he was in heaven- now the pain became pleasure and the butterflies in his stomach signalled his oncoming orgasm- Hortense moaned in ecstasy as she reached hers, splaying her legs and allowing him a view of her satisfied pussy and heaving breasts, 'whooosh!' went the cane as he moaned and grunted and gave up his seed for glorious and supreme womanhood-his complete submission was beginning and he stared fixedly at the third floor as the last spurt was teased from him by Ginger's cane and his mistress's fragrant bottom.

As he squirmed in his mess, he was told not to stop licking until mistress was ready; she now had her calves resting on his shoulder blades, making it difficult for him to enjoy her bottom, but this was purely symbolic for her now. She was on the phone to someone;

'Yes ... Oh he will ... he's perfect ... tomorrow then ... tell the others'. The maids looked at her with expectancy; she told him;

'Tomorrow you will be introduced to some friends of mine, it will be a lovely initiation party for our slave. You girls have done very well today and you may take him to your room upstairs on the second floor-remember he needs to be in good condition tomorrow so try not to damage him'. With that he was led away, Ginger having the honour of his leash- she was going to make him pay for ruining her panties, which he was going to lick clean for her.

Part 2

The young ladies made their most of him in a room on the second tier; it was a large room with a huge circular bed. He was teased and tormented in many ways; each of the girls often leaving the room to retrieve a favourite article of torture or pleasure from elsewhere and making a point of closing the door behind them when they left and again when they re-entered. As the evening wore on and he had been made good service of, the last maid to make an excursion came back with a bottle of drink and casually left the door ajar. The girls consumed the drink and all three began to doze ... After about half an hour he listened intently to their breathing, which had become soft and uniform – he was sure they now slept. Whilst there were few lights on in the building, a full moon shone brightly through the windows, illuminating the interior with soft silvery rays. He carefully eased himself from the bed; he had conveniently found himself at the edge when the girls drank. He had not the slightest intention of escaping but was curious to see what the circular structure contained. He moved stealthily out of the open door without making a sound; the girls opened their eyes and lifted their heads slightly, winked and smiled at each other, and nestled down again- now they could sleep knowing what he would- and would not- find.

As he moved slowly down the hallway he noted that the doors to each and every room were open; he peeped in to each as he went by in his quest for a staircase to the final tier. Each of the rooms were furnished differently – some were simple bedrooms, others looked like wicked places of exercise- adorned with leather and wooden benches; the array of canes and whips upon the wall giving away the true purpose. One had a huge crucifix with shackles. Though this excited his tired and tortured member, it was no more than he would have expected given the lady of the house. He went the full length of the floor, found no stairs or lift in either the rooms or the hallway, and worked his way to the other end on the opposite corridor as he turned he found an end room with a large archway but no door- he entered with anticipation. It was a stark, bare room with no furnishings other than a leather- clad post- like a punch bag which protruded from the very centre of the floor, with a single shackle atop of it. At about five feet tall this would make a nice 'comfortable' whipping post, but there was nothing, nothing, in the room to keep it company- sheer white marble walls in the cube-like room, only two bland light fittings parallel to each other at the end of the side walls. Where was the way to the third tier?

Dejectedly he returned to the bedroom and softly slipped into the bed; two of the girls were close to snoring, but Ginger was now facing him and was silent. Suddenly her wicked eyes flew open:

'You must ask permission to go the toilet in future- I will overlook your misdemeanour just this once, did you find it OK?' she said smugly –

'Err yes I... '

'Yes MADAM!' She retorted-

'You will address every maid as madam – I cannot believe the rudeness you show to your superiors! A lady who is coming tomorrow will teach you humility; she is teaching me her skills- I can't wait for the morning!' His sore member swelled at the thought.

'Do you like the way the house is set out?' She asked, coaxing a response about the real reason he had left the bed –

'Yes ... Madam' he put in hurriedly- remembering her command-

'I had err ... wondered what might be upstairs?' She smiled and put her arm forward under the sheets and cupped his balls in her silky white hand, and softly jostled them as she felt the tip of his glans touch her wrist as his cock rose to attention –as if to listen to the answer- She replied;

'Oh, there are only two floors here, there is nothing above you ... but heaven'.

As the next morning came and he was kept in the bed till around ten o'clock by the maids, who teased him with their tales of how they liked to inflict discipline on lowly males, then he was ushered to the bathroom by the three and into a huge shower room which issued warm inviting water from several ornate sprinklers- he was invited to wash each of them down with sweet smelling gel and a soft sponge whilst they applied shampoo, and was then allowed to wash himself. They watched him as they dried themselves to ensure he did not relieve his aching balls, as this duty had aroused his member once again. When he had dried he was led to the bedroom window by his three captors.

'Oh! Today is going to be one to remember, I think!' Said the blue-eyed maid. He looked down and was taken aback by the multitude of women who were arriving; had they all come simply because of him? Why? He considered he was nothing 'special' as men go in women's eyes. Hortense mixed among them, as ravishing as ever-this time clad in a full length one-piece pencil skirt made of silk. Her hour-glass shape and the bottom he had worshipped accentuated delightfully by the costume. Even from here he could see the majority were middle-aged women, some older, the youngest in their late thirties-there was not one male present-he could not fix his eyes on any one woman as they were all very, very, attractive in their own way. At one end, away from the pool, a huge barbecue blazed; a full size oxen carcass sat on a spit, slowly roasting.

He was taken to the breakfast room, naked but for a freshly fitted collar and leash, he was virtually force fed some very fatty foods and eggs, which at any other time would have been most appetising. He found each mouthful difficult to swallow as his stomach churned at what may await him, and the maids teased him like a baby, cooing at him and wiping his lips with a spoon-

'There, there, you must eat your breakfast like a good boy'. It was obvious he was going to need all his strength for what he was to endure. Then he was made to swallow a pint of a bright blue liquid. In came Hortense.

The magnificent woman looked at him sternly without smiling:

'Today you will please my friends and will learn that all women are superior, you exist only to please womanhood and you will not be the same male when you are released to your bedroom at the end of the day- now come and kneel before me!' He did so without hesitation- she placed her hand behind his head and pulled his face into her crutch to allow him to sample her delectable scent once more. Her tone softened:

'Oh you poor creature, today you will know suffering as never before and will disgrace yourself in many ways, you will beg for mercy but none will be given. Your deepest submissive cravings will be realised-prepare to be completely and utterly dominated. Now come with me... ' he was led out into the sunshine on his leash, naked in front of at least 40 women whom he had never seen before, but some of whom he would never forget. He was taken on a circuit of the pool then told to kneel down in a position facing the house. In a perfectly choreographed act, every woman present became silent and they turned their heads from him and gazed at the upper part of the house, then turned back to face him with wicked smile.

'Let's begin!' announced Hortense- and the women applauded at the prospect- of just what, he was not sure, but he was now beginning to yearn for his fate.

He was introduced to his first guest; she was a very stern looking woman with her dark brown hair in a tight bun, she had a very pale complexion and wore pointy horn-rim glasses. She wore a Victorian style blouse with a stiff collar; the bodice of which was tight and her shapely breasts jutted forward, buttoned in tight with no sign of a cleavage. By contrast, the sleeves were puffed out, tight only at the wrists-allowing her arms the greatest dexterity. One hand was on her hip, the other held a wicked looking rattan cane- twice the length of the instrument with which Ginger had inflicted her torture. Her breasts were further accentuated by the six inch belt around her waist which held her like a corset; it also emphasised her womanly hips which were shrouded in a full length pencil skirt, finished off with a glimpse of black stockings and high heels.

'My name is Martha Hunter, I am 62 years of age and the Headmistress of a private school set up by the dominant women's community. As we are private, Corporal Punishment is not just allowed, but used at the slightest whim of the all-female teaching staff. Though the staff are exclusively female, the pupils are mixed. Males born to unfortunate Dominatrix's are sent to us to learn their place; likewise girls are never caned but witness the submission of the males to ensure they are both aware of their true positions when adult. There is nothing I like more than to cane adolescent boys to tears whilst naked before a class of eager girls. I've heard you brought a filthy book onto my dear friend's premises- it's obvious why you were viewing that particular literature isn't it? -Tell me what you do with a book like that!' she yelled at him. He hesitated- ''Whuupp!!''- she cut the air with the beautifully flexible cane-

'Confess IMMEDIATELY!' A lump came into his throat but he could not deny her, and how he wanted to be humiliated by this very fit and mature woman, he was also aware of all the other women gleefully tittering...

'I, I masturbated Mistress' She smiled :

'I didn't hear you boy, speak up!'- He spoke audibly:

'I masturbated, Mistress'. Some of the women now laughed openly, others sneered, all the time he was aware of the clicking of camera's and the scene being videoed.

'Boys who have been caught masturbating at school are given 15 strokes of the cane; how many should I give a grown man?- You shall receive 30 strokes!' The women cheered and clapped at the judgment.

He was strapped to a padded bench by two volunteers who were eager to slap his bottom and taunt him. One strap around his arms and back, the other behind his knees, neither too tight as he was to be allowed to squirm as he endured the punishment. The bench was aligned so as to allow the maximum amount of women to view his face during the punishment. Two large mirrors were strategically placed to allow the victim to witness the vastly superior woman administer his deserved caning. He noticed some of the women were already toying with their gussets with assorted buzzing devices; they were going to enjoy his pain. In the centre, Hortense stood dominantly, her face beaming with her success at capturing this slave who would now be broken before her eyes. Martha stepped up:

'I have paid good money to have the privilege of being the first of this party to begin your ordeal, tomorrow I shall be the last before you end your time with us'. The other women had all found a glass and in unison they raised them and chanted:

'Tomorrow!'; Martha continued:

'You are a male who shows promise in that you already recognise that you are inferior. Over the next two days you will submit to womanhood completely, your fate is sealed; after tomorrow you will be enslaved forever. The fun is over; your punishment will now begin in earnest.' Was he to be released tomorrow? Perhaps sold to one as a slave? What did this mean?

Martha stepped to the front of him, she lifted the split in her skirt and drew the cane across her sex whilst squeezing her legs together, then she lifted his head by grabbing his hair and placed the end of the cane under his nose.

'Smell the scent of the woman that's about to dispatch you into a world of complete submission. I guarantee you'll not forget my scent or the experience!' Yesterday he had been caned by a teenager, now he was to receive the same for a woman who could be her grandmother. The Punishment began. Whuuupp!!!; down came the cane- the pain was unbearable, he cried out and took a sharp intake of breath, Whuuuppp! ... Whuuupp! ... Whuuppp!, each stroke seemed more intense and he could not help but squirm and howl at the searing pain being inflicted by the vicious woman, ohhh!! the pain! His eyes welled up and tears began to run down his face- WHHUUUPPP!!! ... WHHHUUUPPP! ... WHUUPPPPP!

'Ohhhhh, please Mistress', he looked around for some sign of mercy but there was to be none; Martha was taking steps back, then forward as she delivered each stroke and bore a grim, sadistic smile of contented satisfaction, all the other woman either had the same look or were giggling and gesturing at him with ridicule. Three of them cooed out at different intervals

'Cry slave', ''Cry for us', 'we want real tears!'. WHHUUUPPP!!!!!! ... WHUUUUUPPP!!!!! ... WHUUUUPPPPPP!!!!! ... as more and more searing, agonising, strokes came down, he bawled like a baby- many women took advantage of this scene in utilising their toys, and between the strokes and his agonised cries he could hear them moan with pleasure as they achieved orgasm on enjoying the sight of his torture. He squirmed about in a futile attempt to somehow avoid the stroke but his was to no avail, as he cried and viewed Martha's wicked deliveries he reached a point of no return- and cried incessantly without any feeling of shame- she had broken his spirit completely.

WHUUPPP!!! ... WHHUUUUUPPPP!!! ... WHHUUUPPPPP!!!! Now he realised he could do nothing he was beginning to enjoy the pain, the blows continued, he sobbed, then felt that welcome stirring in his balls as he squirmed- he was to disgrace himself- he looked at Martha's handywork in the mirror and looked at the glorious, victorious, females smiling and sneering at his pain-

'OOOOrrrgghhhh!!!!' –his face contorted in a different way as his orgasm began-

'He's coming!' shouted several of the women, Martha openly laughed as she relentlessly went about her business- he MUST have 30 strokes- the cane came down and he writhed and convulsed in ecstasy and submission; he now wanted the caning to continue forever. WHUUUPPPP!!...

'Thirty! Said Martha, and viewed the recipient; he was in complete disarray- two women were drying his tears with a dry corner of the panties they had readily discarded, making sure that the moist and highly scented parts flapped around his nose and mouth. Ginger applied an antiseptic cold cream to his buttocks which were now a mass of bright red weals. He was made to thank Martha and kiss her feet. She then received a copy of a video of the session on a DVD which had been hastily prepared, and strutted off to enjoy it in private, as older dignified women often do.

He was leashed to a post and allowed to lie down and recover. He was given food and water, and slept for about 15 minutes after his crushing ordeal. His next introduction was to a delectably buxom ebony goddess. He was asked to kneel on a mat about five feet from her, whilst she lay feet first toward him on a large double sized leather sun-bed – he found the required distance from her a little puzzling. He noted that lots of other women had squeezed in to gain a similar angle to view things, and they all had their cameras, camcorders, and dildos at the ready. The Afro-Caribbean lady was lightly clad in golden silk wraps which could be discarded at any point. She sat up and viewed him with contempt.

'Well white boy, I'm going to show you your place in the pecking order of life, which is at the bottom! Not only are you an inferior male, you are an inferior white male. I am going to humiliate you on behalf of all the black people of the world who have been mistreated by whites. You will witness the true superiority of black people and your submissiveness to womanhood will be doubled when you attend to your first black mistress. Now you wait there with your tiny white cock until I command You! Though he was not racist himself- he had had many a fantasy about African women – he fully understood what she meant, but what was he to wait for? Just then there was a round of applause from the women who smiled gleefully; down the poolside from the house entrance strode a large black man. Naked, his member swung between his legs as he approached- it was the size of a child's arm! He turned to the goddess without giving him a glance.

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