Chapter 1

I regained my consciousness as nimble fingers with spikey red nails tightened a leather collar about my neck, nearly choking me. As I gasped, the buxom middle aged redhead who had drugged me laughed and sneered down at me as she jerked the leash attached to my new collar. The motion made me attempt to lift myself, only to realise that my hands were bound behind me. Still dazed, I looked at the smiling shapely form before me, in disbelief; an obviously dominant woman in black corset, sheer black stockings covering ample thighs and slender calves which teetered on spikey black stilettos, how could this be the landlady whose room I rented? Though the realisation of my predicament had not fully dawned, the scent of womanly arousal and the sight before me, made my cock rise to attention; made all too obvious as I was naked except for the collar. Seeing this, my redheaded captor smiled victoriously as she pulled the leash taught and brought my nose up to the crotch of her black satin panties.

"You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I drugged you. You are mine now, and I can't wait to parade you before the girls; I've told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing. You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight." My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now living a situation I had long fantasised over, had my cock pulsing and my arse tingling, the scent of the woman who obviously now owned me was enslavement in itself. My mind drifted back to before I'd been drugged...

... I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being drugged was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled. Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left. My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I sampled the different aromas left by her mature pussy and beautiful womanly arsehole, the blend of the two had me wanking there and then; I had an explosive orgasm as I thought of the red haired woman, and panted through the gusset of her panties as I unloaded my balls. I thought of stealing the panties; such was the prize, but avoided the temptation. The next time I saw her, she seemed to smile differently at me. That was when she asked me if I'd like to join her for a coffee in the sitting room; that was the last clear memory I had till the leash was pulled tight...

My cock was dribbling as I continued to inhale her warm spicy pussy; she kept the leash tight as she stroked my hair, and rubbed her sex against me; god how I wanted to come. Then the doorbell rang.

"Ah! The first of my friends has arrived. You do just as you are told and I may let you have relief later; you'll be begging for it, trust me." She bent down and undid my wrists.

"You walk on all fours like a good boy!" She then led me down the hall to the front door; I could see the figure of a large woman through the frosted glass. My red-headed mistress smiled wickedly at me as she reached for the door handle.

"Oh, you are in for such a treat tonight."

2

My cock was rigid as I viewed from all fours, the large and shapely bottom of my new mistress as she opened the door to the first of her guests. She greeted a huge plump woman with long dark brown hair and full length black leather coat by giving her a peck on the cheek; both women had the look of exited schoolgirls as they turned to look down the leash at me, collared and waiting obediently.

The large woman assumed a more dignified air as she removed the coat, slowly and deliberately, so that I might view her thigh length boots, red satin panties and corset, and huge globular breasts; her 50 plus year old body resplendent, a superbly dominant woman. She smiled wickedly at me as she toyed with the leash.

"Have you broken him yet Elaine?" Not only did I now know my Mistress's first name, I also had my predicament confirmed; my balls tingled as I awaited her response.

"Not yet; he may disappoint on that front, he gave up all his desires under the influence of the potion, and he is very, very, submissive. He'll be very easy to train and will do just as he is told; though we will all have fun showing him his place at the feet of all women." The two chuckled as my leash was tugged and I was made to turn and follow my new owner and the first of her guests back up the hallway. My eyes were transfixed by the delicious movement of the red and black panty clad arses, as the two women walked me slowly and deliberately to my destiny. Elaine seemed to feel my eyes on her delectably rounded and mature bottom; without turning she spoke with an air of contempt.

"Don't you fret, you'll soon be put to good use licking some panties clean; I shall let the ladies know how you are attracted to dirty underwear-some may cane you for your indiscretion!" My cock pulsed at the thought of being punished before a group of women, having been humiliated in licking their soiled panties to earn a thrashing. Pre-cum was now dribbling from my eager and yearning penis. Elaine turned and smiled knowingly as I was walked past the room we had left when the doorbell had rang, my knees hurt on the un-padded mats which covered the polished floorboards of the hall, and I was glad when my two captors paused to open a door to a room I had not entered before. I was led into a large lounge with softer carpeting, an array of large black leather seating, stools and various padded bench-like furniture; a large comfortable looking bed resided at one end. Ominously, one end wall was adorned with various wicked looking implements, and an umbrella stand stood centrally; bristling with an assortment of rattan canes, crops and whips. Both women helped themselves to the cane of their choice before sitting together on a vast leather sofa. I was made to kneel in front of the women; both teased by displaying their crotches; the tight camel-toes protruding with their obvious arousal, both showing damp patches where their feminine juices had flowed in anticipation of the show to come. The large woman lifted her feet to the sofa, her panties lower down, tight in the crack of her bottom; how I yearned to be allowed to sniff them, and use my tongue to service the arsehole concealed by the fabric. She gave me a look of utter contempt as she stroked a slender finger down the groove of her pussy, making the fabric stick to her moistness.

"I can't wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn't come when one of us is caning him. Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!" As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.

"Would you Hortense? I hope they'll all be here shortly." Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin. She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.

"You get your nose in there and have a good sniff! I am going to have you lick my arsehole as soon as all the others are here!" I did not hesitate and softly pressed my nose over the fabric which covered her anus I could only imagine at that point; I inhaled deeply and my poor cock stiffened to the point of bursting as Elaine laughed and I took in the tangy, honeyed scent of the glorious woman's rectal aroma. She moved away smartly, sensing I was about to lick the fabric; her first tease successful. She strutted away to answer the door and I heard the voices of at least two other women in the hall. Elaine tugged my leash and took the opportunity to talk to me in private before my ordeal started.