Don quivered in an awe of disbelief combined with sexual excitement, having been humiliated and discarded like a used condom by his domineering girlfriend, who'd taken great sexual pleasure in actually showing him the male who'd now fuck her liberally under her terms, his use to her, spent like the contents of that condom. Having watched her Stepmother thoroughly enjoyed that humiliation too, he found himself on his knees to just the sort of woman his masturbation fantasies had always desired... the masochistic pleasure of his pre-marital cuckolding now more erotic than ever, as he sniffed at the cunt of a mature woman who'd told him she would now take control of him.
Madam Cordelia Aster's cunt poked the clitoris which had seen service by the tongue of many a male, defeated of their former masculine arrogance, and put firmly in their place. Her slot oozed the lubrication of a wickedly dominant arousal, on knowing that the pathetically submissive male who now sniffed longingly at its heady fragrances, had no ties or baggage to prevent her taking complete ownership of him, a perfect selection by her Stepdaughter, and ready to be primed and made ready as her ticket to the Guild... and a life of exquisitely extreme, dominant hedonism. She sneered with that anticipated satisfaction as she further tested the submissive level of her new pet.
"Strip naked!... Now!... I'll choose whatever you wear from now on!" Don didn't hesitate in beginning to discard his clothing, pleasing her by attempting to continue sniffing at her cunt as he did so - he'd not had an order from her to cease, after all, and his struggle in removing his underwear thrilled her, on seeing his meagre cock stand high in sexual reverence to her. At last naked, his flesh quivered as a sneering Cordelia reached back to a small curtain which she brushed aside, and pulled a sash-like rope, before sighing lustily as she studied her new prize, naked in obedience. Within moments, Don's cock perked it's erection high, his anus tingling as a door opened, and within his peripheral vision he detected three smiling women entering while he continued imbibing the spice of Cordelia's cunt. He felt her hand on his head, turning his now blushing face toward the women.
"These are my household staff... you'll obey them as you do I, and will be at their service whenever required." As the three looked down on him with looks of a blend of satisfaction and utter contempt, at seeing a male so obviously already under complete feminine control, Don's cock perked high at seeing that the older of the three, a buxom and severe looking woman in her fifties, carried a long and flexible cane which she twirled impatiently as Cordelia then addressed them.
"This is Cleaton, he belonged to my Stepdaughter, but is now of no use to her... being inadequate, and therefore surplus to her requirements..." She grinned as she sneered down at him, flexing her rosebud as she stood, longing to have its confined heat freed, and know the subservient attentions of his tongue.
"...he now belongs to me, and will also be put to good use by all of you, as part of his training." She now pointed him to the first young woman, a sultry maid no more than twenty, blond haired and well endowed, her skin-tight black leggings expressing a lush camel-toe, openly betraying her sexual excitement at having a resident submissive male to dominate, as Cordelia's stern direction pointed him to her.
