Madam Sylvia Birching's cunt was moist with the sexual excitement of her arousal, the level of her triumph over Percy Harris so blissfully erotic as she watched him put to task as Priscilla the maid, pressed to laundry duties by the stern Martha and eager maids, while she, his dominant captor, pursed her lips with pure contentment as she held the phone to her ear in contacting those select friends who'd witness that triumph over him... and thoroughly enjoy his total humiliation under her ownership of him.
"...yes, yes Maud... the whole weekend... bring your most favoured erotic attire... I've a very, very, special treat for you that you'll not believe... Petra, Alice, Honor, and Hillary have all confirmed they'll come too..." She laughed as the matronly Maud responded in the elegant and curtly majestic way that she was familiar with when in the company of the sixty year old dominatrix.
"...oh yes Maud... 'come' will be very much the operative word!" Her grin of satisfaction matched the warmth of her cunt as she watched Martha have Percy kneel before a laundry basket which the eager maids dragged across the floor to him, he having been made to follow from room to room. Martha's cunt was wet with arousal too; there was nothing she enjoyed more than seeing to the humiliation of males feminised in maids garb, and training them in the strictest fashion, as their submissiveness had deservedly earned them. She tapped the elasticated and girdle-like front of 'Priscilla's' panties below the frilly dress with her cane, knowing the captive cock encased within would be standing erect and rock hard, the little blue pills having worked their magic... in assisting Percy's own erotic state of mind, in the turbulence of his lust to know humiliation at women's hands... which she'd ensure he now knew. A maid grinned spitefully as she lifted the lid on the wicker basket, bringing a broader grin to Martha's face.
"You'll take each item out, and when it comes to panties.... you'll sniff the gusset hard!..." The maids giggled as Martha fished out a nicely soiled pair of black lacy panties with her cane, and held them teasingly close to the new maid's nose, the giggling of the maids evoking edged with contempt as he sniffed the air longingly, Martha's cunt tingling with her own lust, already thinking of having him parade as a maid before Sylvia's friends... after some severe training over the next few days whenever the opportunity was there.
"...you're to determine which panties will require a more thorough wash, and which are just simply... nicely scented with feminine odour..." She grinned with haughty satisfaction as he craned his neck in an attempt to sniff at the displayed panties... so pathetically eager to take on the sordid task.
"...you you'll make two piles... but you'll keep one pair back on their own, as you go - the pair with the fragrance that excites you most..." The maids giggled with extra cynicism, knowing what was coming.
"...your mind will be changed by the scents as you go through, and you'll swap many times no doubt, but when the basket is empty you have your two piles and the selected pair... we'll watch you masturbate while to have a good sniff..." She cut the air with her cane, and smiled wickedly.
"...and the lucky woman who owns the panties, will then have the pleasure of caning you for your mischief, at an appropriate time!" She flicked the first pair at him from her cane, as one of the gleeful maids kicked the basket over, grinning with satisfaction as its soiled contents spilled out. Those maids, and both Martha and Sylvia watched with smug contentment as Percy duly took the first pair and sniffed hard at the gusset; they knew he'd be more than ready to earn that cane by the time the basket was sorted. His cock boned in the elasticated panties, throbbing and oozing pre'cum once more, as his nose sampled the heavenly female odours, the ripeness of the feminine perfumes exquisite, and he unable to mask his pathetic enthusiasm at the task... just the first gusset already having him longing to masturbate in shame before his dominant owner. Sylvia sneered with contempt, as after having a damn good sniff of the panties and putting them down, he eagerly picked a white pair, the gusset nicely stained yellowish, and lifted the elegant gusset to his nose.
"There'll be some nicely seasoned pairs in there, from our group discussions about securing you whilst a paid for submissive enjoyed whip and cane... and there's also some left by our guests from a previous session..." She laughed curtly as the new maid Priscilla, bucked on his knees, longing to spurt at the delicious tangs which assailed his senses.
"...just think of the thrill it would give a guest... to thrash a favoured author of submissive tales, Percy Harris, owned, defeated... and perhaps dressed as a maid!" Further curt laughter resonated about the room, Percy now bucking on his knees in the frilly maid's uniform, gaining as much stimulation as possible from the elasticated panties, as those he sniffed were placed in piles, each pair offering a delightful new array of ball tingling whiffs, his erection pulsing wildly, and having him want to come in humiliation... even before being made to masturbate for the cane, such was the delicious resignation to a life of submission he now knew was his lot.
With the women having thoroughly enjoyed some entertainment at his expense, Percy now knelt before two piles of panties... and the heavily soiled pair whose delicious whiffs would demand the surrender of his seed in shame. Sylvia was more than ready to witness his belittlement, she and Martha cutting the air with their canes and laughing almost deliriously as the beaten Percy stared down at the panties which would bring him shame and pain, his cock throbbing in the need to know both. Sylvia's delirium in triumph over masculinity was interrupted just briefly, as her sneering laughter was broken by her command to the equally enthralled maids.
