Ella's House of the Way Forward

Will was in a strange trance-like state as he was led from the assessment room; he was told to put his trousers and shirt back on, he did so; he was told to go with the lady outside who had been summoned by bell-pull, he did so; he was told to strip again whilst overseen by three stern women in the bath-house, he did so. Will had not been imprisoned, but felt compelled to oblige the simple authority and directives of the women; he had already witnessed men coming and going, and he had not been restrained in any way. Footsore, hungry, and already broken by his state of poverty, this new surreal experience combined with the warmth and clean smell of Arachne House sealed his fate; Will would now only be allowed to leave on a permanent basis when a female client purchased him.

He was taken past wards B and C by the three women; on passing C, several males, who could only surmise what went on there, made underhand comments.

"Anuvver one fer the 'pansy ward' eh?' One of the three women dismissed this particular male with a stern smile as Will was taken from the view of the 'standard' residents to ward D's bath-house. Once there he was relieved of his clothes by two prim women dressed like nurses, in white. He fought to hide his half-erection, but they just smiled, and led him down a tiled corridor, stopping on the way at a service hatch half-way down. Another grinning woman passed out a glass of water and two tablets which Will was made to swallow. The woman took back the glass.

"He'll do just nicely for some lady." Will thought little of the comment, thinking it was just a comment on how he might get on in life. He was taken through double doors to a large vat-like bath and told to lay in it; the two then proceeded to wash him down with carbolic soap which stung any minor abrasion he had, and Will had many. His hair and genitals were washed with another lotion which made his scrotum and scalp burn; as he grimaced in pain, one of the women slapped his face smartly.

"Don't you dare fidget, we must be sure to get rid of any unwanted visitors you may have picked up." They then pushed him beneath the surface without ceremony, and rubbed his head and balls vigorously as he held his breath. He gasped as he surfaced, and one of them lifted her finger up.

"Out you get; time for a trim and some measurements." He then had his hair cropped by the women, and they then took turns lathering his balls, smiling as his cock stood to attention; his pubic hair was shaved off, and doused with a bowl of water. One of the nurses picked up a clipboard, while the other held his balls and had him cough. It was at about this time that Will began to feel strangely drowsy; one of the nurses smiled as he yawned.

"Best get him done quickly; we don't want to have to carry him to his room." The nurse with the tape rubbed his cock to a full erection and measured it.

"Five and a half inches; average." She then held his balls, jostling them up and down.

"Medium to large; very good!" A note was made of his height, waist, thigh size, hair and eye colour, before he was taken to some scales and weighed. As he stepped off his legs gave way momentarily, making him stumble. The nurses pulled a white cotton dressing gown from a nearby cabinet, and walked him quickly back up the corridor and up a flight of stairs where they met yet another matronly figure.

"Room 15; that one was processed yesterday, lady from Ware bought him, he'll be made busy I don't doubt having seen her a few times, serves him right." Will could now only half take in what was being said; the drug he had been given rendered him incoherent, all he saw was '15' and a hard looking bed which felt like a cloud. He closed his eyes and was near comatose within seconds.

When Will awoke, he found he was now wearing a white silk gown, his bed had silk sheets and the room which he had all to himself, was permeated by a sweet feminine perfume which wafted through a vent high up the wall. His cock was unusually erect and was further excited by the silks; it was then that he noticed the notice painted across the inside of his windowed door: 'You will kneel immediately when ANY female enters this room.' Will was subdued by the notion that he had been duped into some religious sect, assuming that the kneeling would be associated with prayer; he was not keen on giving thanks to any unseen deity for the miserable experiences life had offered him thus far, but the prefix 'female' also rankled with his mind. He knew not of any female vicar or priest, and his cock pulsed as he recalled the rigours of his interview and the boots that the women wore. Before he had time to dwell further on the matter, the door swung open and he was faced by a magnificently stern woman, worthy of worship as a goddess herself; a long black skirt flowed down to the floor from a tight waist above shapely hips, full rounded breasts expressed themselves by introducing her nipples through the fabric of her black satin top. Her attractive face contrasted superbly with the black she wore; soft milky white skin and a bouquet of lush ginger hair with startling green eyes complemented her severe persona. She carried a birch which made Will's balls tingle and the divine apparition did nothing to ease his erection. She had an equally severe assistant with her, who sneered down at Will and toyed with a silver bowl she held, purposely catching his attention.

Will suddenly remembered the legend on the door, and was compelled to drop to his knees by the somehow powerful presence of the women, as much as by the order itself. The superb ginger woman smirked with satisfaction and cut the air with her birch, making Will jump, much to the amusement of her assistant. The clear and confident authority in the goddess's voice made Will's balls tingle all the more as she spoke.

"You will be on your knees immediately, the next time this door is opened; is that clear?" Will leaned forward as she spoke, trying vainly to hide the erection which poked from his gown.

"Yes... Madam." She strutted forward with the birch, her assistant following eagerly; her sneer broadening all the time. The ginger woman's full breasts heaved as she looked down at Will with contempt.

"Straighten your back immediately! You shall only bow to me when I enter, unless I specifically request that you remain in the position of respect." Will obeyed immediately, and the two smiled with satisfaction as his cock held the gown up rudely. Will went red with embarrassment as he watched the milky white hand move the birch to the bottom of his gown, lift it, and place it above his exposed erection.

"You will address me as Mistress Hope; I am your House Mistress and will oversee your education here. You will not be allowed leave from Ward D until I am thoroughly satisfied that you have realised your correct place in life, by which time you will be more than pleased to return to Arachne House until a place of servitude has been afforded you." Will's cock bobbed as his balls now tingled with an uncanny pleasure at her words; were these women to enslave him, yet allow him to leave? How could that be? Hope nodded to her assistant with a wicked smirk, and the assistant placed the bowl at Hope's feet as she lifted her long black skirt. Will's cock dribbled as he looked at the prim black and elegant heeled shoes, black silk stocking-clad shins, and ankle bracelets before him; items normally associated with prostitution in Victorian times. Hope made his cock perk exquisitely as she touched his exposed bell-end with her birch.

"You will now surrender yourself before me for the first time; I will have as much cream as you can muster in that bowl; do not disappoint me." Will was acutely embarrassed at performing the act of self abuse, which carried many taboos about blindness and madness anyhow, in front of two women; the direct command combined with the erotic sight before him, and the strange urgency of his cock, gave him licence to perform as ordered. The women sneered down at him as he eagerly stroked his throbbing cock. Hope ensured his balls gave a worthy account as she twirled the birch in her elegantly manicured fingers.

"You have shown elementary signs that you will know your true status when in company of women; I shall milk the truth from you, and you shall learn to readily appreciate your lowly position at the feet of all women." Will could not help but find a strange comfort in her words, which also made his anus tingle excitedly as he knelt obediently at the feet of the commanding ginger matriarch; he moaned with an overwhelming pleasure, not matched by any self-abuse he had awarded himself before; the women grinned with utter contempt as his cock spurted forth ample loops of his seed into the shiny bowl, and beyond to the exquisite shoes he focused on. As he shuddered to an end on completing a satisfying orgasm, Hope pointed with her birch to the cream which dribbled down the toes of her shoes.

"You'll lick those clean now." Will found himself obeying her command without question, his anus continuing to tingle as he readily lapped the cream from her tightly clamped shoes, while she smiled down at him with satisfaction. Hope then nodded to her assistant who bent and picked up the bowl, viewing its contents with a pleased look. Hope smiled at her.

"Room 4; he has earned the honour of licking the bowl clean, award him six strokes if any hesitation is shown." Will's spent cock retained a semi-erection as he listened with disbelief. Hope lowered her skirts again as her assistant left with the bowl of warm semen.

"I shall spare you the birch today, as you have shown pleasing progress on our first encounter; fear not, you shall be introduced to it on another occasion, I can promise you that. You will yearn for its touch when applied by any woman before you leave for servitude. You will remain on your knees for one minute after I have left, and you will ensure you are in that position before I Step into your room tomorrow." With that she turned and left, giving Will a view of her shapely ass as it bustled in the black skirts; bringing his cock erect again. Will counted down the seconds as his faced the door and relived his experience, after at least two minutes, he went and sat on his bed and masturbated once more; groaning in a strange and vibrant ecstasy as he thought of her promise and spurted fresh seed from his aching balls.

Gray looked at the contents of his meagre flat, and said goodbye to them; he somehow knew it might be sometime before he saw it again. Gray's cock was uncontrollable as he ascended the steps of Boadicea House for the second occasion; Ella had openly revealed her dominance and her intentions, and he was now to offer himself up to her and learn if reality would be as divine as his fantasies. He took a sharp intake of breath as Rosie opened the door; she wore a dress made from some of the black silk obtained at his drapery, low cut revealing the youthful woman's pert cleavage, and though full length, splits to each side revealed her elegant legs as far up as the lower thigh as she moved. Golden sandals and scarlet lipstick provided the finishing touches which ensured Gray's rigidity, as he took in this vision that the haughty maid had been transformed into. She pointed him in with a curt smile without speaking, closed the door hard behind him to ensure he knew he was now trapped, and then took his bag from him and tossed it into a corner.

"We shall deal with that later, when you are shown where you are to be kept; you may kiss my feet now; we must begin as we intend to continue." Gray showed little hesitation in dropping to his knees to kiss the young maid's finely pedicured toes which peeped from the golden straps. Her cunt buzzed with pleasure as she asserted immediate dominance over her mistress's pet-to-be. Her cunt, which Gray would find himself servicing on many occasions, moistened as she could not resist a tease while he was knelt at her feet.

"I shall thoroughly enjoy helping Mistress Ella train you, I shall ensure you feel my cane if you don't do just as I please." Gray gulped and was close to soiling his underwear as he was teased by a girl half his age, and could not hide his appreciation of it. Rosie walked off in the direction of the drawing room on having enough of her tease, leaving Gray to rise from his knees and scamper after her, his heart pounding. Rosie opened the door and simply announced his presence.

"Gray!" He cowered a little at the scene which met his eyes, but there was no going back. The 'dress rehearsal' was to be its premier, as Gray studied an audience of at least twenty-five stern looking women, seated around the perimeter, dressed in strangely exotic and erotic styles, in purples, blacks, leather skirts and many openly displaying long boots laced up their calves. The two males were there, kneeling naked and leashed where they had previously sat; one of them was receiving special attention from Faith Davenport, who turned and smiled wickedly as she heard the arrival of her friend's new pet. Faith received him in firm domineering fashion, now that it was open to all that Ella had confirmed to all that she was to own him. She smiled as Gray glanced fleetingly here and there, looking for the woman he desired as he was led toward the audience of seated madams.

"You'll not see your mistress until she has her part to play, after all, a husband would not see his wife on the day they are to be married; not until she arrives for the confirmation of their union at the altar by the priest. This is a close as you will get to a marriage today, and there are many 'priestesses' here, eager to see your mistress take ownership of you; myself among them. You will enjoy much more than a simple play this evening, you will have a delightful taste of the life you will be moulded into." Rosie followed Faith and Gray, and moved forward to meet Constance Templar who was chatting with some of the guests who had their pets kneeling in attendance; she was always keen to hear of their conduct, having been instrumental in their training. She held something under her arm; the costume Gray would wear, and would serve two purposes. Rosie ushered her toward Gray, who stood feeling underdressed in his drab suit, as he viewed the overwhelming and erotically dressed women; they would now view him as he was made to feel even more underdressed. Constance, dressed for her part of Salome, showed copious amounts of bare flesh already, despite being draped with at least seven layers of lace and silk for her 'veils' dance, and took great pleasure in making Gray show more.

"You will now strip and allow our guests to admire you, before I give you your costume." Gray went white as the three women looked upon him with stern smiles, and the crowd of dominant women whispered and tittered to each other as they admired Gray in his dressed form; they had witnessed this simple humiliation many times before, but it was always of special interest when the subject was a male chosen as a pet for one of the circle; as Ella's next pet, Gray would receive much scrutiny. He tried in vain to subdue his erection, but the three dominant women eagerly helping him off with his clothing only pandered to his submissive side; Rosie's youthful yet commanding smile and the thought of her promised caning in particular, ensured his cock saluted the ogling women as his underwear was removed. Constance held back with his costume, ensuring the admiring audience of dominant women aged from 35 to 70 could take in the shape and features of a male who they would become acquainted with; cunts bulged as they viewed the lean and handsome figure that they may be serviced by, as a favour from his mistress. Gray was made to kneel, as he suffered the mild humiliation he would later think on and enjoy.

Constance was nicely moist by the time she relented and Gray was allowed to don his costume, which was no more than a white silk shroud with billowing sleeves. Faith's nipples perked and protruded from her soft leather Basque as she would now continue Gray's sweet humiliation. She pointed him to the audience of stern and amused women.

"You will now show your respect by kissing the feet of all the ladies in the front seating; they are all important members of the circle, you will do this for your mistress." Gray was only too pleased to do this following the trauma of public exposure, and his cock swelled as he bent submissively and sampled the delicious array of boots and shoes, as their owners looked down at him with studied contempt; Faith had no need to supervise him with a cane, but enjoyed doing so, she then had him kneel facing the performing area, until the play started and he was required.

The women applauded and showed their appreciation at each point that Gray's John was put down by Constance's Salome in the strange adaptation that had little bearing on the legend, and Gray found himself toyed with as the female participants added ad-libs not present at the prior rehearsal; John kneeling and in worship of Salome's ample buttocks at one point, bringing rapturous applause. The tone became sombre again, as the dominant Constance performed her dance, Gray held by two of the performers and watching excitedly as she removed her bodily 'veils' in erotic fashion, to reveal no more than a leotard; her nipples and bulging cunt expressed through the thin material. She danced up to the kneeling Gray and brought her excited camel-toe close to his nose, the delicate whiff that her cunt allowed him, stiffening his cock for what was to follow. The leashed males turned out the lights on the opposite side of the room to the audience and placed a theatrical lamp behind the performers, silhouetting them. There was then a hush as Ella appeared at last, as the executioner; the audience gasped and cooed at her costume before applauding loudly. Gray was transfixed at the sight of the woman who was his only reason for being there.

Ella moved slowly and gracefully toward Gray, stopping and turning at every other step to display her scimitar, and her shapely body; her eyes never moving from his. Gray's cock was rigid at the vision before him; Ella's costume was simply a black lace top with black lace Turkish style leggings, and a band of black silk about her waist, set off with a black silk hood with eye-holes, the lower half of her face exposed. The lace which was shaped about her upper body, torso and legs, hid nothing; her globular breasts were seen clearly, and her smooth mound drew Gray's eyes to the sweet lips of her womanhood as she approached; Rosie joined Faith and Constance as Gray was laid on his back, and his shroud pulled up to his chest; the audience of women now saw his erect cock stand in silhouette against the lamp behind him. Ella danced elegantly to Gray's head, stepped one leg over it, and then gently eased down toward his face. Gray's balls were close to giving up their cream as he lay mesmerised watching Ella's sweet cunt and asshole descend to his face. As her beautifully rounded cheeks settled on his face, Gray sniffed at the glorious scent through the lace, as she rubbed herself back and forth whilst holding the scimitar in both hands above her head. Faith, Constance and Rosie took turns in stroking Gray's erect cock as his enjoyed being closer to a woman's cunt than he had ever been; as he began to spasm and moan, Rosie was allowed to take command of his cock as Ella gently lifted and stood over him with the scimitar up, ready to behead him. With the scent of her cunt still fresh in his nostrils and her young and dominant maid teasing his cock, Gray would willingly have been beheaded at that moment; Ella smiled down at him, her cunt moist with arousal.

"I shall now take your head and my maid shall sever your balls" Gray grunted in ecstasy as Ella brought the theatrical sword down to his neck, and the women stood and applauded wildly as they watched the silhouette of his cock shoot generous loops of cream as Rosie smirked and rested another fake knife across his scrotum with her free hand while the knuckles of the other were covered with warm semen. Gray writhed in heavenly submission and spent as though his balls were really to be cut from him. Faith pressed the pillow over his head, as mistress and maid raised fake decapitated head and testicles to show to the applauding women, before taking a bow to announce the play's end.