Appointment by Card Only
Copyright© 2014 by Midsummerman
Chapter 10
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 10 - An innocent sissy is captured and recruited by a severe Madam whose exclusive house caters for all tastes; a sub male who is gifted with an opportunity to sample the Madam's delights is thrown into the situation. All three and many other fetish deviants are embroiled in a journey which sees many pleasures, submissions, and realisations.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Teenagers Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Cuckold BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Spanking Group Sex Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Though drawn like a magnet to the depraved events by his masochistic lust, Bruce knew he must find a way of escaping Ruth’s clutches, her novelty of owning him would inevitably wear off, making her evermore desirous of seeing him wear the rubber cocoon on high, he knew too much to ever be allowed his freedom again. Now a prisoner in the labyrinth of debauchery, he was made quite aware that every female maid and guard now had their eyes on him following instruction from Ruth, making his route through the maze of rooms to the exits more difficult than ever. As his mistress was presently a guest of Madam Lim’s in Malaysia, and he not constantly under her heel, the maids were extra vigilant. He also had the magnificently tall and buxom Una to contend with, she having been granted use of him whilst Ruth enjoyed some hangings abroad ... and make good use of him she would.
There was also the question of Poppy, the sweet sissy was another hindrance in his ambitions to escape this place; each time he thought on flight, the pleasures of being dominated, his lust for the sissy, and the darkly erotic and almost reluctant curiosity of being finished in an ultimate humiliation on those gallows, drew him back to obedience. Nevertheless, that notion of freedom never left him, and with Madam Ruth Palmer, Maria, the Auburn haired whip queen, and Madam Tara, all enjoying Madam Lim’s entertainment, his thoughts of escape were multiplied.
Despite those absentees, his liberty was not just halted by the maids and the superbly arousing Madam Una, the bisexual Madam Clara, who teased him with regular views of Poppy and the submissive Lucy, remained along with the sadistic Miriam. It seemed she could not get enough of inflicting her sadism on chosen males since the divine pleasure of hanging her pathetic husband. Today was to be punctuated by Una’s sexual desires as usual, she using Ruth’s property in a routine which pleased those desires. Bruce’s cock began to rise as the deliciously buxom blonde had him reminded of why escape wasn’t always on his mind.
“On your back! ... face up! ... it’s time for you to show me you know your place, and taste my arousal at knowing it.” As he was smothered by Una’s formidable and delicious folds, his cock rose high as he thought on how he’d let the dominant Ruth Palmer take complete control of him, the notion of escaping deserting him completely, as Una’s scent and taste of sexual arousal had him wonder just what his mistress was doing ... and realising he missed her dominance as Una’s cunt slid relentlessly across his face.
Ruth’s cunt was also oozing a dominant arousal in the heat of the sun at Madam Lim’s residence, she having already witnessed the hanging of a male whose immediate reluctance at knowing the rope had thrilled the feminine audience, he had then spurted a generous load on approaching death, the mocking cheers of the women observing it in cruel pleasure, ensuring a masochistic lust provoking a truly erotic and deserved ending in his mind. Now having retreated to one of Madam Lim’s palatial lounges, which faced the multiple gallows on the residence’s forecourt that would see a pertly erotic gala of executions, Ruth sighed with pleasure as Madam Lim clapped her hands, and a group of tight waisted maids, some with masked faces, entered the room in obedience. As they bowed and curtsied in a servile fashion which suited the smug ego of Madam Lim, she grinned at Ruth.
“Whilst seeing the death of a male upon the rope is a delicious thrill I’ll never tire of, we must remember that the dead do not suffer.” She pursed her red lips and cast a stern look at the maids.
“Lift your skirts girls ... have our guest know the shame you carry.” Madam Lim’s smile grew to a sublime satisfaction as the maids all obedient lifted their skirts high ... and had Ruth gasp with a curious pleasure, her smile immediate at what was revealed. Each ‘maid’ had an emasculated cock hanging in impotence, each bereft of a sack which would have once hanged and swung in accommodating balls which had now been removed. The cocks displayed were in different stages of uselessness, some miniscule, as per pre-puberty, and accompanied by legs now hairless and distinctly feminine in appearance ... estrogen now obviously part of their diet. Each wore a tightly rigid corset, their wasp waisted appearance, a permanent reminder that they were males no more. Madam Lim elaborated with pleasure on their condition as she pointed her whip at a larger cock, then went to one which was now nearly non-existant.
“These were all cocksure and misogynistic males, who were lucky enough to escape the gallows...” She sighed with a sadistic pleasure as she flicked the tiny cock with her whip.
“ ... they may have escaped the rope, but now they know permanent suffering ... and of course, a life of service to femininity.” She pointed to their heads, the ones with the smaller cocks were those without masks, and had faces which had had makeup applied.
“As you might guess, these ones have been eunuchs for some time, and having known the delight of castration by a female hand, have long begun their journey to forced femininity...” She made sure the maids saw the rich delight on her face as she continued with dominant feminine pomposity.
“ ... forcibly dosed with estrogen, with much pleasure by my female maids, they then know the humiliation of having their faces made up when they reach a certain stage...” She grinned as she pointed her whip to the most feminine one of all.
“ ... which you’ll agree, the dosing over time, even has their faces withdraw as per their now useless cocks, giving them a feminine look.” Ruth’s cunt tingled all the more as she began to thoroughly enjoy the predicament of once cocky males, reduced as per this one, the face girlish with its lipstick and eyeliner, the hairless thighs taking on a feminine shape ... and bulges in the garment above the waist, betraying the cold hard fact that resets were forming, and all vestiges of masculinity were being slowly but surely erased. Madam Lim sighed again, her cunt wet with sexual arousal at her pompous show of absolute power over masculinity.
“Twirl for us girl! ... show us how your body is relishing its reduction to a mere girl ... even if your mind isn’t!” She laughed spitefully as the maid twirled obediently, a studied pout upon her face, in keeping with the discipline installed by Madam Lim’s female maids. Ruth laughed softly in a mocking tone, enjoying immensely the humiliation of the once male, the wasp waisted and reduced figure, desirous of any young woman. Madam Lim now smirked as she faced Ruth.
“As I have suggested, the dead do not suffer, but certain males who are not selected to hang in humiliation for our pleasure, can know the torment of emasculation and perpetual service to womanhood...” She grinned as she looked back at the maids, each still holding their skirts high to display cocks which would never know an erection again, then motioned to them to drop their skirts once more.
“ ... and today we shall see another join their servile rank, and begin his eternal journey to forced feminisation and service.” Ruth gasped at the prospect, her clitoris poking hard in need of a service of its own, as Madam Lim approached a window, and signalled to a group of women down below, then turned to Ruth, and spoke in a lushly provocative tone, her excitement obvious, as the group of women she’d signalled to entered the room.
Ruth’s excitement grew, on noting one of their number was a male, led on all fours on a leash, wearing a thin white gown and obviously naked below it, his gagged face showing a bewildered expression, on having been drawn up to visit and view the gallows by the smiling women ... then brought here. Madam Lim sneered with pleasure at the now kneeling cur, who thought he was to know the rope, but would now know something else.
“This wretch is, or was, a pimp who recruited runaways and girls already enslaved, and forced them into prostitution...” She grinned as the shapely girl who held him by the leash, jerked it taut to emulate the feeling of being suspended on the gallows, the feeling having him erect hard and tent the gown with a stiff cock.