Bruce was now under no illusion as to the ruthless level of cruelty the woman who had claimed him as her own, and her feminine associates, would go to in order to sate their sexual lust for the domination of masculinity, and their pleased indifference at the fate of Miriam's husband at the cocktail party he now observed on his knees in a corner, further emphasised it. He had erected in submission on being told by Ruth that he now knew too much to ever be released from servitude to her, or one of her chosen associates, and was now rigidly erect on seeing his Mistress, Miriam, and the other women, gleefully toast the event he'd just witnessed, as they poured over photographs of the erotic debacle as they were fed out from a printer. Prudence held a print high, and sneered with satisfaction, along with her delighted audience.
"Just look at the fear in his eyes... he knew just what to expect, so exhilarating". Miriam swooned with erotic contentment at the deed, the smiling eyes of the other women brought to ironic laughter by her spiteful input.
"My only regret is that he can't share how rewarded I feel... hanging down there, strapped tightly in rubber". Their cynical laughter and thorough enjoyment at the ridicule of Miriam's husband, was then supplemented exquisitely by Madam Tara drawing her leashed and hooded pet close, to have Ruth have him view a picture of what he'd been promised and would deservedly receive, once the novelty of Miriam's husband's punishment had wanted sufficiently. Madam Tara goaded him with spiteful pleasure, while his cock boned in blissful submission at what he faced, his erect and perking member receiving the scornful glances of the women, in confirming the punishment was duly earned.
"See how your suffering will continue to be enjoyed by all... whilst you hang below, unable to see my pleasure as I rejoice at it...". She tugged his leash hard.
"...and you do so want to entertain me, and all the other ladies, that way... don't you?" He gasped through the hood, overwhelmed with masochistic lust to please her with his suffering.
"Yes... yes Mistress... I so want to." Bruce watched, erect, and overwhelmed himself, with a certain jealousy as the women laughed cynically at his muted and pathetic response. He looked at the hooded male, who'd long lost any identity, and wondered how long it would be before he was reduced to the same level; now just a pet whose personality was long forgotten, successfully broken to utter submission by the stern pleasures of feminine sadism, he was now ready to pay the price demanded of him, and enjoy the severest whim which would bolster his dominant Mistress's ego.
Madam Tara stood proudly over him, her cunt tingling with the righteous pleasure of elaborating over his defeat, and cruelly reminding him of the identity of which only the outer shell now remained.
"Remember when you first came to me, so cocksure and impertinent in your attempt to disguise what it was that attracted you to me... we soon had confess your desires willingly, didn't we... albeit with a little coaxing with the whip..." Bruce watched him shudder and thrust his cock at the air, as she stooped slightly and flicked his scrotum with the flat of her crop.
"...and you soon found those balls ringed, having you feel the permanence of being owned... remember how you masturbated for the ladies when the clasp was fitted?... the jets of seed you gave forth in humiliation, confirmed your true station in life, didn't they?...". The women nodded their heads and smiled wickedly in concurring with their remembrance of his shame, the copious amounts of semen he'd spent, in the bliss of being found out, and justly dominated to order, a sweet memory to them. Tara took one of the pictures and held it close to his face, the startled eyes of Miriam's husband stared out from it, catching the light before knowing the darkness he'd now succumbed to.
"...but I'l bet you never dreamed it would come to this... but come it will, and so will you, in showing your pathetic gratitude for it.' Bruce watched, transfixed, and yearning to masturbate more than ever, as Tara pointed to her shoes, and amid the contemptuous laughter of the other women, the pet went down and kissed her feet in gratitude, longing for the moment he'd satisfy her dominance in the cellar below.
With the women's arousal thoroughly primed by what they'd witnessed below, and then raised to an acute ripeness by the erotic discussions on Miriam's victory which followed, Bruce and the other male pets privy to the debauched liaison would not escape being put to good use. Though Ruth's need for relief was sorely required, she saw the magnificent Una in discussion with Miriam, after the two had eyed her latest acquisition furtively. She could see that though Miriam had claimed the first sampling of Bruce, prior to the delicious humiliation of her husband, her need to indulge his usurper's formidable cock took precedence, and Ruth knew exactly what to expect as the huge woman approached her.
"I wondered if I might have your pet indulge me as my 'dresser' for an hour or so... my underwear is in need of some attention, following the pleasures we've just witnessed... I promise I won't asphyxiate him, and I'd so love to taunt him with his thoughts on what we've just seen". Bruce squirmed and erected hard, on studying the expanse of this truly formidable example of feminine dominance as she and his Mistress strutted toward his corner; a good two inches taller than Ruth, who was by no account short for a woman, her sumptuous curves were somehow enhanced in proportion by her short blonde hair. Bruce panted through his hood in submissive excitement, as the tightly skirted broad hips with huge thighs and an immense bust pointed their way in homing in on him.
Ruth smiled wickedly as he sniffed at the fragrances the big woman exuded as she stood close and towered over him with a curt smile of her own; though fully dressed, with his face so close to the apex of those wondrous thighs, her applied perfume couldn't quite hide the whiff of sweet arousal through the fabric, the lush humiliation of Miriam's husband had brought her. His cock boned rigid as his eyes looked up to hers over the plump curve of her belly, her tart smile telling him she knew exactly what his submissive nose detected. Ruth grinned at his pathetic excitement, and increased it wonderfully for him, by stating the obvious.
"You've met Madam Una of course... she's going to dominate you". The two women sneered as he went down automatically to kiss her tall heels, thinking his day just couldn't get any better, but fate was to take his relationship with someone else a step further. He was still plying his adoration to the huge woman's tall spikes, when a round of applause from the massed women greeted the entrance of the sternly dominant Maria, her cruel smile as radiant as her auburn hair, as she ushered in two slender figures.
Clitorises perked for different reasons, on seeing the submissive Lucy, so keenly admired by the bisexual Madam Clara in her aroused guise as schoolmistress... and the delectable sissy, Poppy, whose transformation to the femininity she desired, gave many a special excitement in seeing her blissful success in masking the curse of masculinity, which was only evident from her petit genitalia. Both were dressed in matching short pink skirts which hid nothing, but served to tease the vision with a view of the lower curve of their tight little buttocks, to the fore, Lucy's shaven slot peeped from between her taut thighs, and from the crevice of Poppy's equally shapely legs, the delicate hairless scrotum was displayed in the confinement of a tight ring at its neck, the fastening of a matching pink plastic cock cage, which held her diminutive token of masculinity to order.
Una was as impressed as Bruce at seeing the two visions of youthful femininity enter the room in obvious obedience to their Auburn haired Mistress of the moment, the two teetering on ridiculously high ballet shoes with white ankle socks to enhance the feminity of their long legs. The pair were bare chested, and their deliciously petit breasts poked their nipples over trays of drinks; the stern look of Maria, warning them of impending punishment should they spill but a drop, and keeping the two keenly aroused as they endured the tart inspection of their audience.
It was with some relief to the two sweet girls put to serving their betters, on the bulk of the drinks being quickly removed from the trays by women of varying dispositions, as eager to get close to the pair as they were to obtain alcoholic refreshment, Poppy receiving the majority of the attention, her soft cheeks fondled regularly and accompanied by teasing remarks on her prettiness; dominant women delighted in seeing a male reduced by the power of femininity by pure desire, and achieving it to perfection. She blushed noticeably on catching sight of the hairy male whose cock had excited her back so exquisitely earlier, despite the face that attracted her originally now languishing behind a hood, and tried to feign indifference by turning to lay the now empty tray upon a table.
Still fearful of retribution from Maria, she maintained her posture as she lay the tray on the low table amidst the leering grins of haughty women around it, keeping her legs straight and bending at the waist; her innocent action inadvertently exciting all that saw her, Bruce's cock, already rigid with the prospect of being dominated by Una, boned lustily at the vision, his mind desiring the whip for the sordid thoughts he never knew he could possess till entering confinement unde Ruth. The pink skirt flared before the eyes of all viewing her, displaying the absolute femininity of her delicate white flesh, the sparkle of her anal plug of ownership, peeping from between the delicious heart shape of her buttocks, the diminutive hairless scrotum, ringed in perpetual servitude, displayed exquisitely below the soft brown seam which ran between it and the plug to mark her only concession to her long defeated masculinity.
Una's cunt swelled with need, on viewing the soft blonde sissy, who quickly rose again on realising her innocent tease, a half glance behind her, alerting the huge woman even more to the creature's exquisite femininity, her pretty face puckering soft red lips, and still wary of a caning from Maria. Una's clitoris tingled against the satin panties that Bruce would soon be sampling, as she surveyed the already wasp-waisted sissy... ripe for a corseting. She stammered out to Ruth, before the nymph could spirit herself away.
