Minter's cock bulged in its strange and tortured position, pulled between his legs and his bell-end teased by the foreskin rings as his gait was enforced to one which matched his feminine appearance. The three women taunted him mercilessly as he sat precariously on the cab seat, perched on the edge as each movement vibrated through his balls which he now half sat on, the anal plug jolting his prostate and ensuring his cock remained erect as he squirmed in humiliation. Caroline pulled her long skirt up and back, crossing her legs and showing him her stocking tops amongst the lacy internal frills of the dress, her ample thighs helping to promote his erection.
'Well wife-beater, your days of false supremacy are over now, your excursion with us today will have you view the world faced by many women and what you see on your return will make you realise just how lucky you've been, not that I think you deserve it.' Hope smiled and stroked the brunette wig, accentuating his humiliation; the action making him feel all the more effeminate. The rumbling of the cab on cobblestoned streets teasing his cock to the edge of orgasm as he clenched at the plug; his mind in a quandary as he tried to come to terms with the crushing exposure of being dressed as a woman, held captive by women, and the strange pleasure it gave him which he still vainly fought. Polly sneered and leaned forward from her position opposite and rubbed his thighs through the purple fabric of the dress.
'I know you'll want to come while wearing this outfit, it is going to be such a thrill for you when you walk among the people and witness our little operation. The removal of pimps and the turning over of the businesses they profit from to the women who own it anyway is always so pleasing, but not half as pleasing as the disposal of the male parasite.' The women laughed as Minter, the full effects of the tranquilising drug now wearing off, mumbled a pitiful protest into the gag in fear of the humiliation which was to follow, though his captive cock oozed pre-cum as it was perpetually teased below his body, and by the vibration of the cab. Even if he had the chance to escape, he could not run, and he did not want the authorities to see him this way; he could never live with the shame of being dressed as a woman, his body shaven and his manhood trussed in obedience.
As the cab made its way to the east of the city to continue Minters descent, his wife was being introduced to Ella's friends as she continued her ascent. She, along with Lorna, Grace, Agnes and Constance were thrilled to here Faith's account of how her husband had been cruelly trussed and then feminised, and of how he was at this moment being paraded around a brothel area, being used in the apprehension of a pimp. Hattie's excited face wore a broad grin as she enjoyed the women's casual and indifferent discussion of a male being controlled, humiliated and shown his place in a woman's world. She had been given charge of Gray and held his leash tight as she thrilled to the conversation; Gray listened intently too as he knelt at her feet, his balls tingling enviously on hearing of Minter's torment. The sternly dominant Constance grinned broadly and wickedly.
'How I should have loved to have been with them; seeing your husband humiliated would be a sweet appetiser to the thorough enjoyment of seeing the pimp dealt with when they return to Arachne House. His punishment will be swift, severe, and most permanent; seeing justice being meted out on him would be a deeply satisfying pleasure for any woman.' Agnes grinned as she savoured the thought of how she would like to see both the pimp and Penelope's husband dealt with, her cunt bulged as she thought of the utilisation of her favoured apparatus. She squeezed her new friend's arm.
'Of course, if you feel that Hope's treatment is not 100% to your liking, or at any time you should tire of your new houseboy, I'm sure I can organise the most excellently enjoyable departure for him.' Penelope had been told by Ella of Agnes' penchant for the dramatic and highly erotic disposal of males in the most theatrical fashion. Her cunt tingled at the thought of the final supreme humiliation that could be offered him.
'I will certainly keep that in mind Agnes, I am so glad to have that option so readily available; he has certainly earned that pleasure, should I ever grant him that!' Ella grinned as Agnes enjoyed a sweet fantasy, pleased with having sown the seed of it having become a reality with Penelope, and took her arm the arm of the recently 'widowed' woman.
'Come, enough talk of your husband, he is beginning his reduction in Hope's capable hands, and you must be readied for your part in his further humiliation tomorrow; I do hope the newspapers provide bold coverage of his suicide, I cannot wait to see his face when he learns he no longer exists.' Ella walked her toward where a lounge door had opened and Kate had entered from Arachne house, signalling to her. Through the door behind her followed four of the stern matrons, each with a newly conditioned male in their charge; all four were somewhat younger than Penelope, though not that young that any one of them would create unnecessary attention at being seen with her in public. Each were completely naked so that their entire forms were displayed for approval, each knelt with head slightly bowed under the strict supervision of the matrons to whom they were leashed.
'There are many other women attending the thespian society meeting tonight, and all four of these males had shown their willingness to serve women absolutely from the onset of their arrival at Arachne House; none of them would have given you the slightest hint of what you suffered at the hands of your husband before their conditioning, and following their rigorous training each is ready to be taken on by a mistress in total servitude. We have preliminary rehearsals for a version of Cleopatra tonight, and these males will add extra spice as they double as slaves. If any one of them meets with your approval, you may choose him to take upstairs with you. I take it you are happy to stay overnight and accept my escorting you to Arachne House tomorrow?' Penelope took a deep breath and licked her lips as she looked at the four males, her cunt tingling with anticipation.
'Oh yes... I'd love that... you say they are all completely willing?' Ella smiled as she viewed the varied excitement of the four males which their naked bodies could not hide, while they knelt and dreamed of being taken in and owned by a dominant woman; despite their studied obedience with their heads bowed, each cock showed at least a semi-erection at the thrill of their submission, naked and leashed before an audience of elegant and obviously dominant women whose feminine scent teased their senses.
'Each of them would gladly give up their genitalia to be of service to an attractive woman like you, and you will have no need to assert any level of dominance over your choice; it will all come so naturally and their training will lead you into it; each will have been conditioned to pleasure their mistress most exquisitely.' Penelope studied each, and already one caught her favour; as other guests arrived she kept an eye on him, excited at seeing him displayed as a slave later.
Minter's false breasts rose and fell rapidly as he panted in fear on being coaxed from the cab by a grinning Hope and the two streetwise women; though this was a seedy and not so salubrious part of the capital where he or his associates would never frequent, the crushing humiliation of his exposure was just as severe. Despite this though, the feeling of the dress material against his smoothly shaven flesh and the stimulation of his trussed cock and plugged anus as he was forced to walk by the dominant women, meant the perverse pleasure of his humiliation began to eat away at his egotistic resilience once more. Captured, gagged, and feminised, his cock bulged in the truss, and combined with the external humiliation, kept him on the edge of shooting his cream at any moment.
They bustled down several crowded alleyways, leering males of all descriptions from flat capped traders to top-hatted gents masked to disguise their identity, fondled the rears of the four women as they made their way through, particular attention being paid to the veiled one in purple; the mask apparently adding extra impetus to their curiosity. This simple experience bringing home to Minter how a woman was viewed as fair game to the male of the species in certain environments. Gaudily dressed females stood at every recess within the alleys, their cleavages on show as they toted for business. Pushing an inebriated male to the floor as he tried an impromptu engagement with her, Caroline pointed Hope to a run-down hotel which faced them across the street which the alley opened on to.
