The fantasy had become reality. Everything Percy had dreamed of and masturbated over, he was now living through... and how those dominant women were making him pay for it. Sylvia basked in the glory of curt smiles from the selection of intimate female friends there that day, as she imposed her authority over the feebly submissive male, with just a finger pointed at her cleanly shaven and moistening cunt.
Made to kneel naked in corner, Percy erected hard, matching the arousal of that selection of intimate female friends; their clitorises hard with sexual spite on seeing Percy scurry, erect, in utter obedience to his Mistress's bidding, the finger alone, command enough. Percy could hear the sighing of some of those females, unable to resist nursing their cunts as he knelt before Sylvia's broad thighs; they'd been promised a treat, and what a visual one they were getting now.
Sylvia had promised Percy he'd be humiliated before her friends, and those sighs had his cock bone rigid, confirmation they were enjoying every moment as much as he. The niche group of dominant women had hired professional submissives before, and had been thoroughly entertained by them, but those periods of enjoyment had ended far too soon. Now Sylvia had claimed a pet of her own, the thrill was entirely different, a hundred times more erotic... and Percy was at their bidding eternally.
Sylvia Birching was in her late 50's, and having disposed of two husbands, had no intention of seeking a third, but had been more than eager to secure a male pet for good use. She had always used her surname despite her engagements to the two males, and it had served her well in suggesting her authoritative nature, both men taken on by her, having been spanked and caned prior to conveniently arranged divorces - both having accepted the blame for adultery, when in reality they had been 'sold on' to other strict women, once Sylvia had relieved them of suitably large assets, leaving herself in the comfortable position she now enjoyed. Now a fiercely independent woman following those conquests, her sexual nature blossomed, honing her natural dominance to a fine and cruel sharpness.
Percy Harris awaited the command he longed to hear, doing his best not to sniff at his Mistress's mature cunt, the sight of her lubricated labia ensuring his cock poked rigid, he desperate to service her orally, as was his duty. His cock pulsed longing for stimulation as she shifted her broad thighs up a little in the chair, giving him a glimpse of her anal pucker, which he hoped upon hope he'd be allowed to worship with his tongue... especially as her friends were there to witness his degradation. Sylvia enjoyed holding him in suspense, demonstrating her absolute authority over him while friends watched, giving her an extra thrill. She desperately wanted that servile tongue about her clitoris... and high up into the warmth of her anus, but she'd show her friends just how in control she was. She gave Percy a stern look.
"You give my cunt a damn good sniff!... I want you to savour what's coming!" Some of her friends giggled cynically, others just gasped, as Percy immediately edged his face into the lush haven of her thighs, and carefully moved his nose close to the slot of her cunt, aware that if he touched it at this point, he'd be caned severely for his impudence later. Her cunt smelt richer than ever, the demonstration of her authority before friends, and his humiliation by it, intensifying her arousal. As Percy inhaled lustily at the spicy whiffs of his owner's cunt, he thought on how he'd been captured by her, and put to good use...
Percy had been at a convention where authors of risque material met to discuss their efforts, and what drove them to their particular genre of sexual gratification. He'd seen the haughty Sylvia there on several of such occasions - each time her appeal growing, he noticing her more and more, and though he'd masturbate over her later - the haughty and obviously dominant woman was way out his league he thought - but just the vision of her had excited him, having him erect, but he put her out of his mind as he mingled elsewhere. As he sat in a row of back booths and discussed a story of his which had proved very popular amongst male submissives, he enthused loudly about the virtues of feminine worship with another male, who then shook hands with him, then moved on elsewhere. As Percy stood, about to mingle further elsewhere himself, he heard a feminine voice from the booth behind him.
"I like that story too... come and sit here." Percy stepped round and froze on seeing the woman who'd had him erect earlier. She looked at him indifferently and pointed him to the seat opposite. Though now faced with her, his feelings wrestled with the idea of talking formally with her, as he would any woman he encountered in daily life, as at a retail store or such... but the circumstances of their meeting had him sexually aroused already... and he could somehow sense her sexual arousal too.
"Sit!" Even that simple gesture indicated her natural authority, and a gentle smile broke across her face as he stumbled to the seat in obedience. Sylvia Birching was on the hunt for something special to spice her dominant and independent lifestyle, and Percy's tales in a well known site had excited her - and now she'd seen him several times, she wanted to own him. He gasped at her, and offered her his hand, which she simply grinned at as he mumbled.
"I... I'm Percy... Percy Harris... I..." The shapely and mature blonde cut in assertively.
"Oh I know perfectly well who you are..." She smiled curtly and deftly crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her broad thighs, exciting him further, then spoke with calm authority.
"My name is Sylvia Birching... you need an editor and a mentor... and that's going to be me." Percy's cock erected hard, he'd never needed an editor before, but her arrogant impudence in suggesting it, had him wanting her authority more than ever, he couldn't have dreamed for such an opportunity... and his balls tingled at her desire to 'mentor' him. He gasped at her in amazement, but said nothing - captivated already. She gave him that look of indifference again, her face hiding the fact that her cunt was nicely moist with arousal at his loss for words, the feeling of her pantie gusset sticking to the lips of her cunt with lubrication, blissful... and his gaping silence indicating a confirmation of his submissive nature.
"That's settled then..." Percy could no more than swallow hard and nod his head in agreement, his cock throbbing and pulsing as though he were in the depths of compiling one of his submissive fantasy tales... and he so wanted to grab his cock and masturbate there and then, as her elegantly manicured hands brought her bag to her lap, and her red nailed fingers produced a book from it which he instantly recognised, a book of erotic tales which contained three of his - three bookmarks protruding from exactly where they'd be - he'd gone to them to te-livevthem and masturbate so often, his pathetic orgasms enhanced by a sense of achievement in being published, if only in a cheap and obscure publication. She gave him a knowing grin, half edged with a sneering contempt.
"You can guess which are my favourites within this book... " She pursed her red lips, her face displaying slightly wrinkled flesh as she did so, giving her maturity a certain elegance and look of wisdom... and authority, her trite sincerity giving him an awareness of what her next comment would likely be.
