His erection maintained its rigidity, as the women slipped off their already generous heels, displaying delicate and elegant feet half the size of his, which they stroked his body with, playfully, whilst Susie lifted pairs of black shoes with the most extreme and severely extended heels he'd ever seen. The women grinned at him as he watched their feet slipped into heels which would emphasise their dominant status over him, compensating for their delicate stature, elevating them to their rightful position of superiority over the male. Miles was still thrusting his cock involuntarily at the air while admiring their calves and knees prompted high by the heels, when Susie produced the final items from the bag, with a smile of exquisite satisfaction; the final twisting road to Gallows Hill had been reached, and now the masks of anonymity would provide the completion which would lead to the final twist of fate for Miles Springham.
Miles yearned to spend as the black masks were adopted with eagerness by the women, their sneering smiles below the sinister black satin which obscured all but their eager eyes and glossy lips below it, seemingly made all the more potent by their identity being covered. He gasped as Susie lifted his chin, and wrapped the last one about his face, this one with a veil of black lace which hung over his mouth, which shimmered as he gasped on being rendered anonymous with it; the veil would move if he spoke without permission, instilling a further element of obedience within his defeated psyche. She jerked his leash sharply, having the veil waver, delighting the women as his eyes stared out in awe from the stark eyelets.
"There Miles!.. you might think that's saved a little of your dignity, but we all know who you are, and many of the women at the party have been well informed of your identity... for you the mask is just another mark of your insignificance." Her mother toyed with the veil and grinned wickedly, her experience of such subtle adornments, boundless.
"...it'll soon become nicely scented when you're held to service after whippings, and you're going to have oh so many... the whiffs of feminine pleasure then permanently under your nose." Susie jerked his leash as the car was brought to a halt, and his cock bolted high in lush submission as he took in the cottage, the row of many vehicles at the rear of the lawn, and many examples of feminine superiority strutting about that lawn, several showing interest in a wooden structure which stood in stark contrast to their spiteful smiles. Several examples of masculinity were in evidence too; each naked, leashed, and on all fours in deference to their defeat at the hands of the mistresses that owned them - the masks worn by all, adding to the erotic foreboding Miles sensed... which Susie took great pleasure in enhancing, her spiteful smile burning into him.
"You're going to be crushed Miles, crushed beyond anything you've suffered before... you're a very special guest at this party, and the women here have longed for your appearance." As if to confirm her words, every woman outside the well attended function within, turned on noting the black Daimler they'd been made aware of, and focused their attentions eagerly on the arriving company. Miles felt the overwhelming aura of absolute helplessness, as the grinning feminine chauffeur strutted contentedly round and opened the door, exposing Miles boning erection to an eager audience, Li letting her coiled whip unfurl, eager to introduce his flesh to it, and that flesh to a party where he'd provide the main attraction.
At the main entrance to Gallows Hill, stood Myra Springham, her cunt moistening wonderfully below the black silk cape she wore over her near naked body, it's sinister outline disguising her aroused body from any possible recognition, her black mask obscuring her facial features, and her brunette hair now dyed black to perfect her picture of sinister dominance. She'd become a black widow of womanhood, and as she saw her naked husband tugged down to the grass by Susie, she embraced the lushly sexual thought, she'd effectively be widowed by the time the night was out. Prudence stood next to her, similarly attired as the host of a party with a suitably dark and ominous theme; Myra's presence at the door, ostensibly to initiate the cur at her feet in a public introduction to the society as her pet. Myra grinned down at Bennett, whilst the arriving party were still beyond earshot, as she couldn't speak after that.
"Here comes the male you're to replace, Bennett... you're going to enjoy your part in the usurping of him later, but not quite as much as I will." Bennett's erect cock plied its thoroughly stimulated bell-end at the soft grass, as he strained to see the arriving party through the thin gauze bag which covered his head, the stocks-like yoke he'd been fitted with, ensuring blissful humiliation as he crouched with his arse in the air, ridiculed by every arriving guest. With his neck and wrists secured in the holes of the weighty wooden contraption, he could only sample the calves and tall heels of most of the women who'd perused his lowly status with satisfaction; he'd see their smiles and they'd see his face in glorious exposure, as the only unmasked person attending; his humiliation assured on being relieved of yoke and bag, then shown to all for what he'd become - the owned and beaten property of a woman.
The external gathering of women applauded lustily, as Susie strutted pompously ahead of the masked male, her towing of him on the leash showing them her control of him, the pleasingly mature figure of her mother, bustling her gracious curves and radiating a wistful smile as she made that control absolute, in showing the stumbling Miles her whip. His jerks and pained utterances at the delicate but telling flicks he received, were as music to their ears, but were only a casual introduction as to what he'd receive; a show of power over him by the matriarch, who along with his Mistress and the two equally mature women who followed with whips trailing, would show him their spiteful appetites for inflicting thorough punishment when the party was in full swing.
Miles' cock pulsed and dribbled pre-cum on finding himself the centre of attraction on facing the two silken caped women, the feminine crowd women now showing no interest in what lay outside, his desperation to come, primed by the whip and the silken visions of feminine superiority before him. Susie addressed Prudence as she leered down at the veiled mask with goading interest, hot for the delightful debacle to come.
"Miles Springham... come to be deservedly put in his place... permanently!" Prudence thoroughly enjoyed the sexual thrill of having his wife see him cower under the whip of absolute servitude, the cock she'd seen spend under her fleeting authority, standing stiff and high in erotic awe of severities he could only imagine, long overdue, and the spiteful justification sorely anticipated by the women. She smiled at her ominous and silent companion, the figure of dominance appreciated by her unknowing husband, as the breasts he'd only partly honoured and foolishly neglected, heaved in the black silk and expressed nipples rock hard with sexual desire.
"....shall we see him whipped to introduction?" The spiteful smile below the mask intensified, as Myra Springham viewed Li's sadistic eagerness in wielding the whip as Miles cowered on the leash, and nodded her approval with exquisite pleasure. Miles was shown the whip again, jerking on the leash of ownership as Li's deft and spiteful flicks with the braided lash were applied with a little more venom, his mind illuminated by the distracting bites of the whip, on being enveloped by a goading multitude of masked femininity, applauding his introduction eagerly. The spacious interior of the main lounge belied the exterior vision; it had the space of a village hall, Prudence having had this section of the interior adapted for just such humiliating exhibitions, the floor having been lowered by two feet or so, the ceiling removed to expose the broad beams of its construction... and lending themselves to utilisation for fixings of display and torture.
Miles wavered under the cut of Li's whip and the lusty applause of every woman there, he now realising that he was to be a feature of this party, and not just a casual guest, the eager eyes of the clapping women, keeping his cock rock hard with a lusty foreboding as he noted a table prominently positioned and free of the drinks and paraphernalia of womanhood; several pompous matriarchs sitting with proud smiles beside it. His cock boned in a submissive salute, as between the spiteful stings of Li's whip at his bare flesh, he also noted a vertical beam from floor to ceiling, which had been obscured by the adoring women who now moved aside, the shackles upon it having him know that he was to feel the full vigour of the whip that drove him to it. As Miles quaked on being drawn to its foot, his eyes peeped through the mask at a sneering Susie while she squatted and pulled his head low on the leash, and he felt the heel of Li planted victoriously upon his back.
