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Lloyd squirmed at the pole in a strange blend of discomfort and sexual euphoria, on an image flickering to life upon the screen before him, his mind fast reclaiming its lucidity from the waning drug. He fought with his own conscience as that lucidity only served to heighten his arousal, his boning cock betraying the undeniable pleasure that had been awoken by his predicament thus far. As hard as he fought the shameful desires that now accompanied his bondage, the dark excitement at being controlled by women would not leave him, and now his cock pulsed and bobbed to cynical feminine sneers as he saw himself mount Lucy ... twisting his already expanded desires even further.
Helen and Kay watched his reactions intently, as they and the other women applauded the clarity of his recorded orgasm, Lloyd’s brief spell of near unrestrained mental clarity, noting that the two hooded women seemed particularly enthralled with his humiliation. Kay pressed home the cruel gravity of his predicament, as he watched himself kiss the sweet transsexual with an affection that brought back that particular desire with a curious shock to his system.
“Well, it seems our man has hidden qualities ... ones that I’m sure his friends will appreciate!” She grinned at the hooded Joyce and Patti, the pair both losing their tight skirts as Lloyd looked on, the bare flesh below making him grateful for the diversion from his visual shaming.
“Now, it’s time for you to show your appreciation of our efforts, and I’m sure oral sex is something you’ve always enjoyed ... and you’ve twelve holes to satisfy before you’ll be allowed to to poke Lucy’s again.” Lloyd squirmed at the laughter, brought on by the redhead’s announcement which was tinged with sarcasm, puzzled at her knowing that his formerly chauvinistic approach to sex had held an abhorrence to the delights of use of tongue; none more aware of this than Joyce, who straddled the chair in triumph, arching her back to project her rear back, giving him a perfect view of her aroused cunt and sticky pucker. Distracted for a moment, Lloyd gasped as the other hooded women grinned down as she took his head by the hair, pulling it back and placing her other hand under his neck and chin as a smiling Helen approached with the glass of liquid she’d prepared.
“Time for more of your medicine ... we’ll have you under our absolute control when unrestrained for your performance with Lucy, and for the whipping you’ll receive from us all ... and from a topical source which’ll keep you keen to know complete submission.” Lloyd gulped the liquid willingly, hoping it would excuse him from enjoying the submissive fate he knew he’d brought upon himself, and which he knew he’d soon be taught to enjoy without the aid of any substance. His cock pulsed erect and hard as the smiling women casually removed their clothes with a spontaneity that added further eroticism to the surreal situation, his eyes treated to the gracefully matured bodies of middle-aged women, proud in their exposure of the gently sagging breasts which were a portent of the rigorous worship he’d never be released from.
Kay and Helen smiled haughtily in their indifference at being naked before a slave, whereas Lois and Sandra teased Lloyd’s anticipation of what was to come, sighing and expressing erect nipples in the novelty of their feelings of sheer liberation; their promise of raw domination at his expense made clear, at Sandra’s giggling as she wobbled her flesh satisfyingly in flexing the whip she yearned to use. His eyes then glanced to the slighter of the hooded women, her arched back creating a perfect pear shape of her curvaceous rear and exposed holes, as she removed her top and bra ... but retained the hood. The more formidably bodied of the two, sneered down at him as she stood above the bound captive and released her ample breasts; Lloyd gasped as the sneering lips teased at his memory, but would not release an identity he was sure he was aware of, and as the broad exposed cleft of the cunt and arsehole were edged back toward his face, he prayed that the drug would take command of his senses and hold him in submissive euphoria.
Patti’s eyes bore down through the hood as she grinned with satisfaction on holding Lloyd’s head back against the pole while he squirmed, Joyce giving a sigh of pleasure on feeling the nose of her tyrant husband press up against the moist and sticky pucker of her hot anus ... where it belonged. Patti’s triumph was supreme on seeing his cock bob and pulse at being held to a duty he’d long neglected, and would now be taught to favour by feminine command, she aching for the reveal which would have him know his first enforced lesson was in pleasuring the wife he’d beaten.
Lloyd’s growing appreciation of submission was taken to a new high by the enforced introduction of womanly scents, which his chauvinistic stance on fucking women had seen him avoid like the plague. He’d seen it as dirty, and never gave a second thought to the pleasures it would offer a woman; he’d discharge his cock where his breath now excited Joyce, then withdraw without considering any woman’s satisfaction. Now, dominated and held to task, his cock boned rigid at the sharp tangs and spicy whiffs of the hot anus his nose was treated to, the humiliation of being made to do so at the hands of women, bringing his balls up tight in an urgency to come. Kay made sure he heard what she knew both Joyce and Patti wanted him to hear on his journey to being broken.
“That’s it Lloyd, you have a damn good sniff at what’s going to become one of your key positions in life from now on ... you’ll not only be taught to love it, you’ll learn to crave it, when you’ve been reduced to the required level of obedience.” The redhead sneered at him as she rubbed his flank with a short horsewhip, eager to know the probing of his tongue at her arsehole in submission.
“Lick that cunt Lloyd ... lick it!” The sound of cynical laughter flooded Lloyd’s ears as he spluttered in willingly extending his tongue to lap at the juiced slot below the lush pucker he continued to sniff hard at, Joyce sighing with pleasure and fighting hard to restrain her voice, lest it revealed her identity too soon, sliding a finger under her body to rub at her clitoris while his tongue slipped into the folds where it belonged. His cock dribbled pre-cum as his eyes glanced to the other women, each eagerly fingering an already aroused clitoris as they awaited their turn, Kay smiling wickedly as she rubbed hers.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it Lloyd? ... and think how it’ll taste when it’s been sauced by a more deserving male, an acquired taste which you’ll be made to enjoy too ... more often than not.” Her smile toward Joyce after igniting her mind with the sexual spice of cuckolding him with the submissive male of her choice, had her erupt into an exquisite orgasm; the thought of his tongue lapping her sated cunt clean of another man’s mess, just too hot a fantasy for her to tame, and one which would become a reality. Patti grinned as Lloyd’s tongue continued to wag deliriously after a sighing Joyce wheeled the chair away from his face, his eyes glazed, but his cock boning rigid in the depths of a sexual stupour. Helen nodded with a smile, he was under their complete control once more, and willingly so. Patti untied him from the pole, then sat facing him in the chair after Joyce vacated it.
Patti spread her legs wide, and lifted her thighs, simply pointing to her wet and glistening cunt. The women laughed cynically as Lloyd showed total obedience to her signalled command, moving forward automatically and sniffing like a dog at her cunt, then licking at the engorged flaps in total reverence to it, the taste for cunt which he’d avoided like the plague, now becoming addictively alluring under domination. Though the sharpness of his senses were clouded by the controlling drug, the substance also allowed his conscience to willingly indulge in the sexual excitement imposed by the equally controlling women; he could not know, Helen and Kay knowing all too well, that each act he was subjected to, took him deeper into an enslavement he’d be tethered by, without any substance assistance in a very short time.
Patti was indulged to satisfaction, followed by Kay, Helen, Sandra, then Lois; his tongue aching as though he’d been hanged by it, on completion of his servile duty. Now Kay led the pouting sissy from where she’d sulked in a corner, while her emotions were tested at seeing the arrogant male who’d fucked her, reduced to obedience by the women who kept her equally in check. Lucy’s little cock bulged hard in its cage though, as she stepped daintily past Lloyd and exchanged a quick exchange of eye contact with him.
Lloyd’s cock pulsed at the way the sissy bit her puffy red lip, her doleful eyes so sad, yet betraying the deep desire she had for feeling that stiff cock inside her again. Kay grinned with satisfaction at seeing Lloyd buck on his knees as his eyes also showed a rampant desire to know the pleasure she’d awoken in him, one which now held no shame ... and the warmth of the kiss they’d exchanged so passionately, told him it wasn’t just the gratifying raw sex that excited him, it ran much deeper than that.
Lucy couldn’t help but proudly display her sweet effeminate charms, as she minced in the schoolgirl outfit toward the rug laid out for the camera; her long shapely legs and hour-glass figure that most women would die for, expressed her extreme femininity in a vulnerable and lusting signal to Lloyd, whose cock stood high in a boning salute to his new found desires as she bent to feel the softness of the rug she’d be taken on; the pert and ridiculously high skirt allowed him a view of the equally pert and pear shaped arse he’d service, the soft brown seam of flesh running down to the tightly ringed and hairless scrotum which belied the absolute femininity of its owner. Having been brought to full arousal by the dominance of the women, and the intimate tastes and scents of them, his sexual excitement was now pulled in another direction; one which held him as captive as the dominant rigours of the mature women.
Kay grinned at Helen, as Sandra and Lois stood by the tripod and fiddled excitedly with the camera to ensure the capture was perfect, Kay’s contentment beyond even her rigid expectations as Joyce prepared to lead her husband to his duty on the rug.
“It seems our boy is more than anxious to have the sequel to his prior performance recorded for the pleasure of his friends...” Helen sneered as the hooded Joyce showed her utter contempt for his enthusiasm, slowing his impatient progress by jerking him back on the leash.
“ ... or maybe it’s feeling the sting of the whip for the first time, that he’s impatient for ... he’s certainly going to be given a vigorous introduction to it, not least from his wife.” Sandra and Lois fidgeted impatiently in their nakedness, the liberation of their breasts which wobbled and pointed aroused nipples as they jostled in perfecting the shot, accentuated the raw sexual pleasure they were now experiencing. They’d sampled the pleasures of many a submissive male in the course of recruiting casts for their seedy productions, but those males had attended to indulge their dominance freely, to be favoured in their films; the male now being led on a leash by his hooded wife, to openly disgrace himself in the act of servicing a sissy while she watched, was no actor.
This male had licked them both to orgasm in the stark reality of his own enforced submission to their feminine superiority; the satisfaction of being indulged by a genuine captive whose own raw novelty at being forcibly taught the pleasures of submission, as his spirit was justly broken step by step, magnified their spiteful lust to see him shamed. Their arousal was renewed to a sexual peak at what they prepared to capture now, despite the recent obedient service of his tongue; the former tyrant had earned the crushing humiliation that his exposure on film would bring, and the triumph of his wife who led him to it, thrilled them beyond any euphoric thresholds they’d known before.
Patti felt Lucy tremble as she embraced her sweet neck with a leather collar, the long leash she’d pose with as she stood, hooded and dominant behind the sissy, complementing Lloyd’s shameful defeat at the hands of women as he indulged in an even more perverted desire in the eyes of his chauvinistic colleagues, her pleasure at posing, equalling Joyce’s delight. She couldn’t help but indulge the sissy’s own deeply submissive desires, which the pouting Lucy tried to mask with a feigned indignance, betrayed by her shiver of submissive pleasure as the collar was buckled; Lloyd still out of earshot. She leaned across the kneeling sissy, slipping a finger across her inviting pucker, and whispering softly to her.
“I’ve a nice big strap-on that’s reserved for the naughtiest of girls, Lucy dear, and I think you’re long overdue for a visit to the Headmistress’s office ... but let’s see how you behave for a real cock first, I know that’s always your preference.” Lucy’s diminutive cock bulged in the cage sweetly adorned with a bow, on feeling the finger of a stern but sensual woman she loved to be dominated by; she was always at her horniest when out on an errand with her, catching the sexually stimulating glances of eager males as she was ushered about in her most feminine attire, by what appeared to be a firm and strict governess. Patti’s arousing quip had her more than ready to be taken by Lloyd, knowing her submission to him had the full attention of a powerful woman she more than admired.
That admiration could never match the growing lust, and something much deeper, that the sissy felt for Lloyd. As Kay clapped her hands and shouted...
“Camera!” ... the two excited film makers opened the sequence by capturing a doleful and passionate glance at her sire as he approached her inviting and submissive femininity. Though glazed by the effects of the substance, Lloyd’s passion cut through to be visually witnessed; his desire to couple with the sissy in affection as earnestly as in carnal lust, more than apparent. Kay and Helen sneered contentedly as he was led on all fours on a leash by a woman, like a stud stallion to service a mare, though this mare would produce no offspring, despite the potency of the seed expelled in virile enthusiasm. They looked on with spiteful pleasure as the sissy lowered her delicate shoulders and poked her sweet arsehole in submission, while Lloyd’s head was yanked up on the leash, his cock boning hard as he was made to study the firm white cheeks, soft brown pucker so inviting ... and the delicate ringed balls which defied the absolute femininity of the vulnerable creature that carried them.
The camera whirred to capture everything to the women’s satisfaction, and their masculine counterpart’s damnation. The fingers of the surveying women, nursed at clitorises in dominant contentment at the scene; Yes, here was Lloyd Garner, known to his businessmen colleagues as shrewd and ruthless in official matters, known personally as a cocksure and arrogant chauvinist, and to woman, a tyrant and wife beater. Here he was, leashed by a hooded woman, who would soon reveal herself as his formerly abused wife, when her triumph over him would be demonstrated in her lusty use of the whip. Before him, a fully feminised sissy, her sordid juvenile makeover, only serving to increase the excitement shown so graphically by Lloyd’s standing cock. His raw sexual enthusiasm in being in that dominated and servile position was there for all to see, and those puritanical associates would draw their own conclusions from it when discussed in the open, though their covert thoughts might create a jealous arousal.
Lloyd’s enthusiasm was seen to peak on being pointed to the sissy with a tug on the leash, and a sneering smile from his hooded and naked Mistress, which was mirrored by that of the larger woman who held the sissy to obedience. Patti’s triumph upon her reveal would be gilded later in the week, by having him on his knees before her. Crushed by her dominance and experiencing the thrill of his fall from power at the hands of womanhood, he’d be told of her ambition to acquire his office; she had a plan which would help secure it. Lloyd was seen to show no reluctance whatsoever at the task he was put to by the women, his eagerness to caress the soft cheeks and curved hips of the sissy, as he prepared to mount her, was there for all to see.
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