Chapter 2

Madam Ruth was more than pleased with her days work as she descended to the bed and stroked the soft white body of the helpless sissy, Poppy mustering a whimper as the dominant Madam. Cupped the soft pink scrotum and gently worked the dainty cock to an erection; she was scared but the surreal situation along with the gentle warmth of the two females, combined with the Madam's overpowering assertiveness, made her cock stiffen with sexual pleasure as it was stroked. Ruth smiled softly.

'That's it my pretty thing, you shall enjoy your stay with us, and stay you shall.' She draped her full breasts across the sissy, her poking nipples feeling the softness of her soft white flesh as she moved Poppy onto her side and took the hand from her balls to gently rub her soft arse, moving her hand gently into the cleft of her cheeks and slipping a finger into her tight arsehole. The sissy's cock stiffened as she felt the probing finger, inviting more vigorous strokes from the dominant woman. The maid looked on eagerly, viewing her Mistress with pleading eyes; Ruth grinned.

'Go and get Moore; tell him he has earned a caning from you for releasing his balls and I shall witness it. You will shortly earn the tongue service I require.' The puzzled maid left the bed, taking a cane with her. She passed several dommes and clients in the corridor who looked upon the naked maid with some amusement. She strutted into a large brightly lit room where a bulbous middle aged woman in scant underwear sat perched on a stool, the flesh of her arse hanging over the rear of the seat; a naked and masked male knelt close behind it, with wrists bound behind his back his face was in the crack of the supervising woman's arse, sniffing dutifully. She oversaw several other males who knelt naked and masked around the perimeter, each waiting to be called upon to service female clientel; the severe supervisor would ensure they were kept horny by her scent and dominance and would refrain from masturbating. The stern woman lifted her head in pompous fashion as she awaited the nature of the lowly maid's visit.

'I've come for Moore; I am to cane him before Mistress for wasting his seed.' Though masked, the hapless Moore showed his identity by providing the largest erection on hearing the announcement. Though bewildered as he had not shot his seed since being used by a mature client three days ago, he did not plead as the thoroughly aroused maid took his leash. Moore was led back to the room by the nubile maid, his cock stiff as those she'd passed earlier looked on, increasing their arousal for their own sessions as he was led away to be dominated; the masked male transfixed by the shapely girl half his age and the cruel cane with which she would thrash him. His cock boned rigid as he was given the rare treat of seeing the house Madam entirely naked, and a delicious sissy being teased.

Ruth had chosen Moore as he had foolishly disclosed a penchant for sissies as well as dominant women; she had used this in blackmailing him into her recruitment, she now owned him completely and he served in the house at her bidding. She had him stand by the bed on a box as she eased the sissy to her knees, holding her from behind while probing her soft anus with one finger and continuing to stroke her cock with the other. She smiled at the aid as she waited eagerly with the cane.

'Well Moore, I know how you like sissies. We are going to see how this one's soft red lips perform and you shall earn yourself a caning; you do not have my permission to come but I know you will not disappoint my maid, she is anxious to please me in more ways than one.' Moore gasped as Poppy's pretty face was offered up to his rude erection, Ruth laughed as she felt the sissy's cock pulse urgently as she was wanked.

'That's it my pretty, I know you want to show us your desire; those soft red lips are going to help my maid too!' Poppy's anus clenched at the probing finger as the dominant woman eased the sissies lips to the bell-end which now looked so inviting as she was held and wanked. Moore gasped again with acute pleasure as the lips slid obediently over his cock and the pretty sissy began his journey to a caning before the house Madam. Poppy looked up at him with half-closed eyes as she sucked longingly at the cock, immersed in the erotic throws of absolute submission; her mind went back to the camp in the woods as she now gratefully sucked hard on the flange of the inflated glans as Moore moaned helplessly and the smiling maid rubbed her cunt and showed him the cane. Ruth sneered in triumph as the sissy pushed her sweet bottom back hard on the finger and bucked her little cock in the obliging hand.

'Mmmmmnnnnn!' Poppy was in a heavenly submission she could only have dreamed of as her little cock spurted cream for her new Mistress, making her suck harder on Moore's cock; the enslaved male willingly earned his caning as he grunted in a triple ecstasy; a delicious orgasm courtesy of a sissy, the promise of a caning from a young maid, and watched by the superbly dominant woman he worshipped and who had enslaved him. He jetted his spunk which dribbled down the sissy's cheeks as he moaned with pleasure.

Ruth lay on the bed stroking Poppy's hair, her cunt moist with arousal in anticipation of the licking it would shortly receive as Moore lay over the end of the bed and duly accepted the thrashing for disobedience to his Mistress; the tears and howls masking the masochistic pleasure he enjoyed at being shown his place by a girl before his owner. Ruth whispered into the mesmerised sissy's ear and wiped the residual spunk from her lips as she stared at the male's punishment.

'Well done my sweet girl, you shall be allowed that pleasure again over the next few days; I have many men who will enjoy your services while you are with us, I'm so glad you've shown that you want to stay.' Poppy fought to say something in protest, then lapsed into a deep sleep, exhausted.

Bruce Miller had driven past the address several times, his stomach churning, before he found the courage to park his car in a nearby street and found himself walking up the drive to the large detached residence. He rang the bell and a girl in French maid's outfit opened the door. She lifted her prim face without actually asking him anything and he nervously showed her the card; she gave him a warm smile and took his arm, already seeming to sense his preference was submission.