Prudence was a little dismayed by the West London traffic, but not infuriated with it, as she would normally have been. The triumph of her riddance of Horace, and the sense of liberty it gave her in the light of the first part of her plan going sweetly to schedule, had her merely laugh at the situation, joining in with the chorus of honking horns as a delivery van partly blocked the progress of the queue of traffic approaching the King's Road. A more sultry mood took hold of her, when she saw the grey Alvis belonging to Myra Springham parked outside the mews flat she'd recently purchased; her good, and promiscuously dominant, friend Myra, being trusted with a key. The sexually active Ms Springham, oversaw the comings and goings of tradesmen working on the flat, and also used it as a den in which to dominate her conquests, away from the misogynistic husband whom she and Prudence had plans for the disposal of, once he'd signed a suitable divorce settlement.
Prudence parked, and ascended the flight of steps to the side and front of the property, viewing the dusty condition of the lower half of the mews property, once used to house the carriage and horses for the more grandiose townhouses onto which the habitation backed. The fact the mews properties were become readily available, was a sign of the times, and conducive to Prudence's situation with Mannerly Hall; these detached external editions to the grand houses, having formerly housed part of the army of servants, who were now surplus to requirements, given the change in both financial climate, and the social advancement of working people.
The previous owner had divided the meagre property into two; the lower half now simply a store room, which was never used, to Prudence's knowledge - she had designs on this part to, and had her conveniently hooked property agent working on securing this too. That division of the property had made it of less demand to most seeking a foothold in the more affluent parts of the metropolis, and had resulted in her achieving it for a desirable sum. The humbleness of the property when held in comparison to the nearby mansion-like residences, suited her needs well; she now had an incognito foothold within touch of civilisation, somewhere to conduct her official business and sampling of possible associates, as well as her gloriously isolated Dorset house, where the real business would take place.
Prudence was pleased to note that there was no evidence of tradesmen's equipment or vehicles outside the house, and was more than eager to divulge her delicious news to Myra, as she slipped the key in, and entered to the waft of a perfume she recognised. Myra Springham, was a similar age to Prudence, and similarly bound by finances to a husband she'd acquired for those finances, and whose submissive tendencies that also attracted the two, having been practised elsewhere in his philandering, was now very much also surplus to requirements. The busty brunette emerged from the lounge, and bustled in her tight skirt toward Prudence as she entered, her arms open as was her smile, in delight at seeing her. The cane in her hand, which had been part of her prior focus of attention, nearly dislodging a picture on the wall as she embraced her. Myra extended her arms and looked into the new arrival's eyes.
"Oh Pru!... tell me everything went to plan... are you free of him?" Her smile told her that the deed had been very successful, but also peered inquisitively over her shoulder.
"Oh yes Myra dear, and most satisfying it was too... though it's left me in need of some fresh entertainment." Myra grinned, and took her hand in an excited girl-like fashion, leading to the lounge door, before releasing her hand and composing herself back to the dominant mode she'd indulged in, prior to Prudence's arrival. She pushed the door wide, and strode into the newly decorated lounge, it's clean and unblemished look, so appropriate for the novice submissive who cowered in naked anticipation upon his knees on the equally virgin carpet. Myra laughed cynically at him, toying his erect cock with the cane, as he reddened visibly, and trembled at the blend of shame and pleasurable sexual humiliation at the exposure of his weakness to a second woman.
"Oh don't take on so Bennett... you'll soon get used to being shown as a pet before other women... and see how much stiffer your little cock is, at being shown for what you are, and can never change now." She turned and smiled at Prudence, who was smiling curtly down at the stiff member to see it pulse and bob, the red face unable to disguise the lush pleasure he felt at being humiliated further by her curt words.
"Bennett opened up to me, after getting a whiff of my dominant nature, and is now learning the consequences of his admissions..." She flicked his balls with the cane, having him gasp a little, but maintain his stance of his hands clasped behind his back, a stance which he'd no doubt been ordered to keep.
"...and you're thoroughly enjoying those consequences, aren't you Bennett.." once again, her taunt was a statement of fact he'd obligingly agree with, not an open question. He twitched at the pleasure of being humiliated before another woman, who was obviously also supremely dominant.
"Yes... yes Mistress Myra." Prudence could see he was already nicely under control, and the fact he hadn't gathered his things and bolted on her arrival, bore testament to the further fact he was unlikely to be a 'weekend submissive'. Myra was usually very good at weeding out those whose urges ran deep, and would commit themselves to her thorough discipline; having passed several off to appreciate friends when their novelty had earned. This one's fresh and keen willingness to be dominated, would make him an ideal pet to be shown by her at the Dorset party they had planned, his naivety to the strict and absolute crushing of masculinity that he'd witness there, adding spice and an extra thrill for the female guests indulging in its main purpose. Myra had just that in mind, as she continued his belittlement, strutting around him and flexing the cane... having him hope that she'd humiliate him with it before Prudence's satisfied eyes.
"Bennett confessed how he craved to be 'outed' at the party he'll now attend in obedience to my whim, shown on a leash without the masquerade masks everyone else will be wearing... exposed as the owned and dominated property of a woman..." The two woman laughed cynically as he blushed pink at the exquisitely humiliating thought, jerking his torso and nearly losing his seed to the carpet, at the divinely submissive awe of being shamed before an audience of women. Myra corrected his movement with a sharp tap of her cane to his buttocks, reminding him he'd spend, only at her behest from now on, and pleasing both women with his immediate stillness.
"You blush so, in the presence of just one other woman, Bennett... think of how richly you'll flush when the scorn and ridicule of women who'll put you to good use at the party, greets your shaming... and mind you, so you should blush when in the presence of the woman who owns this property, and that at which you'll be soundly humbled as the plaything of womanhood... in effect, she partly owns you too..." Prudence's cunt oozed as she watched his standing bell pulse a glistening bead of lubrication, which threatened to drop to the carpet below; her desire to know his homage to her dominance made evident to Myra, as she sighed and arched her back, unzipped her skirt at the rear, then stood from the hard seated chair on which she sat and flicked the skirt away gracefully with her tall heeled shoe, before returning her shapely buttocks to the seat and spreading her thighs.
Bennett's eyes were torn between the inviting camel-toe expressed so clearly through the wet patch in the black silk panties, and the look of stern contempt on Prudence's face, as Myra urged him to her with the cane.
"Sniff at her cunt Bennett... sniff at her cunt and apologise to Mistress Prudence for exposing yourself on her carpet." The two sneered at his naive awkwardness, in daring to put his nose close to the warmth and fragrance of her slot, quivering as her spice thrilled his senses, and bumbling out the required apology between eager inhalations.
"I apologise... apologise Mistress Prudence... for exposing myself... exposing myself in your presence..." Prudence gently stroked his hair as the two sneered audibly with satisfaction, allowing him to sniff long and hard whilst Myra belittled him further with the humiliating recollection of his capture.
