Chapter 3

Bruce panted in a mixture of fear, disbelief, and anticipation, his balls and anus tingling as he was gently tugged by the leash up the stairs; the beautiful mature form of the woman before him keeping his cock rock hard. Wicked smiles from passing madams and clients alike fell on the couple, but Bruce was oblivious to everything else but his superbly dominant captor now. They passed many rooms, walking to a frosted glass door at the far end of a corridor; they went through it and ascended a further set of stairs to a single door at the top. Ruth smiled as she placed her hand to open it.

"Not many men or women see the inside of my private residence, once in I will own you in whatever way suits me; do you have to get back today? I will be very flexible with you until I know your full circumstances which will of course be adjusted in any way possible." Bruce swallowed hard and stumbled out his response.

"Oh ... I can stay for as long as you want me ... there's no-one waiting for me." Ruth sneered with pleasure and Bruce was tugged through the door, his cock on the verge of spurting in his underwear as she closed the door behind them. The plush apartment spread out before him; a huge bed dominated the lounge he was led through, and he could not help but notice through the open doors that there were beds in all the rooms he passed. He was taken into a large bedroom in which there was a luxurious bed with posts at each corner, from which convenient shackles hang; the darkly decorated room bore many items of equipment which would be utilised in confirming a male's position in the eyes of this formidable woman. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her black stocking clad legs.

"Strip off and kneel before me, I want to see what I shall own, and you are going to tell me all about you ... you'll confess everything and then my domination of you will begin in earnest; gently at first, but I intend to crush any willpower within you eventually."

Bruce's anus clenched at her stern and sincere tone, feeling completely under her control already, and he was somehow relieved to remove his clothes and kneel obediently before her. She left the bed and strutted around him, viewing his flanks and buttocks, wondering how sweetly they would accept her canes and whips; she was pleased with what she saw; as the maid had suggested, he was in very reasonable physical shape considering being middle-aged.

"Have you ever hurt a woman in any way? I will know if you lie, and you will face extra punishment which I will take great pleasure in under those particular circumstances." Bruce cringed, his head bowed as he knelt obediently and felt the commanding presence of the woman envelope him; her delicious scent wafting around him as the removal of her skirt allowed him a taste of her growing arousal. He trembled as he thought hard.

"Only by e-mail ... I was once an on-line slave to a Mistress, but became jealous when she told me she had another sub; I foolishly questioned the validity of something she had told me about a friend ... It hurt her badly..." Ruth took his leash and pulled it tight, slipping the noose to choke him sweetly; his cock boned as he sampled her physical dominance for the first time.

"You questioned a woman's validity! ... and breached her authority! ... what made you take such vile action?" His stiff cock dribbled pre-cum and his anus tingled with a divinely submissive feeling as he enjoyed the strangle of the leather noose; he croaked out a pitiful response.

"When we first communicated she told me she was a 'one sub' domme, and that she had had to give up the last sub she owned as he was suffering from a serious illness. I had no reason to disbelieve her. As time went on and we exchanged mails, she signed some of them off as 'J', which was not the initial of either of the names she had openly provided me with; I didn't mention it, but it sowed a little seed of doubt and stuck in my mind; I enjoyed the intensity of our communications so immensely, she made me feel so close to her and I was so glad to be her pet so I disregarded it. As the months went on she became increasingly 'too busy' to communicate, even late in the evenings -admittedly so did I - she then disclosed she had another sub with whom she could communicate 'live' despite being too busy; in my confused mind things just did not add up and I became increasingly jealous, and paranoid about the explicit things I'd sent her. I started to disbelieve everything she had told me and questioned the reality of her previous sub; it was a stupid thing to do and I bitterly regret it." Ruth grinned with pleasure and satisfaction at making him recount his despair.

"Did she punish you?"

"I wasn't allowed that pleasure, she just disposed of me..." Ruth pulled the noose tighter and stepped forward to tease his scrotum with a spiked heel, allowing him the full scent of her arousal as her delicious cunt expressed itself in a wet camel-toe, so close to his nose; he was now desperate to spend for her. She laughed cruelly.

"Good girl! I hope you were thoroughly sorry to lose the attention of her control and paid with much misery; I shall take great pleasure in punishing you on her behalf, I'll make a mental note of your arrogant act and you'll pay dearly when you have been prepared." She released the leash and he gasped in filling his lungs as she sauntered away, stopped for a moment to remove her panties which she let slide down her black stockings to the floor, then strode to the bed and sat on its edge, facing him; she crossed her legs slowly, allowing him a glance of the beautiful cunt which would be instrumental in the unrelenting control of him.

"Your training begins now; I want you to think of that domme whenever you are disciplined. I am going to dominate you to complete and utter submission, I will see your spirit broken, you will be reduced to total slavery and obedience to all women and will show it automatically when in the presence of any female regardless of who they are and where they are." His cock pulsed at her words; the consequences of the e-mail had left him wanting to beg forgiveness from the domme he had sent it to, and had left him wanking in utter submission at her power in dumping him like a broken toy, as all supremely dominant Mistresses should on the slightest disobedience. Weak and useless subs like Bruce were ten-a-penny and their for the disposal of all women after all. Now Ruth had him and she would ensure he was never disobedient again; the mail would serve a greater purpose; it gave her all the more impetus to break the desirable male who knelt in submission; exacting revenge on behalf of womanhood would help her apply whip and cane with all the more relish. She clicked her fingers and pointed to the panties.

"Crawl over to me and pick up my panties with your teeth." He dropped to all fours and began to move.

"I said crawl! Crawl like the snake you are!" Bruce lay on the rug and slithered toward her; she new his erect cock would receive stimulation as he did so; his bell-end was rubbed on the coarse fibres of the rug, making his balls tingle as he neared. The panties. The stimulation was amplified tenfold as he bit into the silky material of the panties; the spicy scent of Ruth's aroused cunt had him close to shooting his mess as his cock rubbed between belly and rug. Ruth slipped a finger into the moist crevice between her legs as she picked a cane from the bed; this male would be hers completely in no time and would serve her and her female clients well. As he neared her feet he looked up. She leaned forward and swiped his arse smartly with the cane, making him groan with pain as the red line blossomed across his buttocks.

"I didn't tell you to look up! Suck the heels of my stilettos, show me you are worthy of sniffing those panties while I enjoy your humiliation." As he dropped the panties they unfolded with the messy gusset open and below his nose; he hesitated and sniffed at the lush scent of womanly spice. He cried out as he felt two more vicious cuts of the cane; the delightful whoosh of its approach making him want to spunk in submission, the stinging stripes making his anus tingle to match the warmth of his glowing buttocks.

"Heel! Suck!" Ruth sneered at the ease with which she controlled him, feeling his teeth grind slightly against the metallic heel as she lifted it and he took it into his mouth, his lips then sealing around the shaft and riding up and down the length of the spike. Ruth's finger rubbed at her moist clitoris as she enjoyed the baptism of her power over him.

"Good boy, that's the idea; I hold many events where lady clients come and sip tea while having their heels licked, it is a subtle art which helps them choose a male to take to a suite and dominate. As my pet you'll attend with me and will become familiar with some very rich and assertive women."

Bruce's cock pulsed against the rug as she withdrew the heel and offered up the other; he had expected a session with a domme but could not believe he would be used to entertain female clients. Ruth purred softly as she stroked her wet cunt.

"You're halfway toward my dirty panties now; you will know my scent blindfold long before your training is complete. Suck nicely on my heel and then I shall have you clean them." Bruce's aching cock was close to exploding beneath him and as his eyes ran up the long black stocking to the exposed thigh he unconsciously started to gently hump at the rug. Ruth grinned wickedly at his humiliation and lifted the cane. Bruce froze immediately as he heard the divine sound of the descending cane and gagged as the pain of the rattan cut his buttocks with a fierce crack, making him take the heel down his throat.