Percy’s first act of submission by masturbation, seen as a forbidden pleasure by his new Mistress – even though his ecstatic expulsion of seed in humiliation had been by her order – saw to it that the rigorous regime of authority over him was duly enforced with immediate effect, in her promise of use of the cane on him being demonstrated forthwith. Made to lay across the bed, Percy’s recently spent cock erected against the sheets in the lust for a second orgasm as that strict authority was implemented, Sylvia, Martha, and Emma, all showing a spiteful lust if their own, as they took turns in showing him his position in the household… firmly below every woman there.

Sylvia had the pleasure of initiating his caning, being his owner, and her excitement at the sound of the cane cutting the air and greeting new flesh with the vivid sting of it’s slender but very flexible girth, matched Percy’s reluctant but masochistic excitement in being duly and rightly thrashed before a smug feminine audience, both contemptuous of his pathetic submission, and thoroughly sexually aroused by it. Sylvia’s sense of triumph was tangible, as the mature woman’s unrelenting efforts with the swing of her right arm, had Percy brought swiftly to tears, the delight of the other women in seeing it, having him wallow in the depths of a superbly erotic humiliation, at being reduced to crying out like a child whilst they laughed and sneered with utter contempt at his weakness. If he wondered tears would ease their efforts with the rod, he was so very wrong; the spitefully stern Martha, the Housekeeper whom was to train him as a maid, rolled up her sleeves as she took the cane from a sated Sylvia.

“Tears?!…tears?!… I’ll give you something to cry about!” Percy thrust his rigid cock at the sheets, as the mature women commenced her thrashing of the deserving masturbator, Percy now giving out to wailing like a child as the dominant and sadistic woman saw to it that he knew a sound thrashing, the spectating maids pursing their lips and sighing at the vigour shown by the lusty matriarch, she showing his already ruby and pink striped flesh no mercy whatsoever, the delicious song of the cane and its blissful stinging on impact, bringing Percy ever closer to soiling the sheets in absolute submission. As he began to hump and thrust at the sheets uncontrollably, Martha laughed and passed the cane to an willing Emma, while she joined a smiling Sylvia and the other women enjoying Percy’s sorry facial expressions. Sylvia smirked as her eyes met with the blubbing male’s, showing him that no mercy would be given where masturbation was concerned.

“Your turn Emma… see to it that he earns another caning tomorrow… we can all see how he’s lusting for it!” Martha added a little extra, with a contemptuous sneer as Percy continued to thrust at the sheets as Emma put hand on hip and raised the wickedly flexible cane high.

“Oh yes… he’ll earn it alright… and dressed as a maid, he’ll earn yet another thrashing!” Percy’s balls gave imminent notice of his earning that caning amid the cynical laughter of his feminine audience, as the sound of that cane recommenced, the Amazonian Emma showing him no more mercy than had Martha, her cunt hot and wet at the wondered of bringing him to tears before an excited feminine crowd as she demonstrated her ruthless prowess in the art of wrestling and trussing… then having him confirm his tearful submission by licking her cunt and anus in total defeat before a thoroughly appreciative audience. Percy could only dream of such a humiliation, but the one he suffered now was so erotically adequate, his contorting face bringing smug satisfaction to the audience he now had, as the whistling strokes of the cane delivered by the big woman had him earn another caning in blissful surrender.

With the stinging impact of that cane, the smiles of sadistic delight shown on every feminine face there, and the wondered of being humiliated as a maid, Percy knew an ecstasy in masochism as he could only have dreamed of just a few hours ago, as he shot his mess to the sheets and earned delighted cynical applause from his Mistress and her staff, and a salvo of rapid strokes from Emma, ensuring his thorough soiling of the sheets as he spent liberally in the absolute shame of defeat to womanhood. Now he’d been seen in his true colours, Sylvia sneered in triumph as he thrust and whined in the bliss of a submissive surrendering of his seed, she knowing he now knew he was at the absolute mercy of every woman there… and those he’d be introduced to at her whim. As he squirmed out the last delicious throes of orgasm with Emma pressing the cane hard against his thoroughly striped flesh, his new Mistress barked a command.

“Lick that mess up!…NOW!” Emma whipped his backside with the cane for good measure, ensuring he reacted to Sylvia’s command in obedience, his audience sneering with delight as he lifted his torso, and the sticky evidence of his pleasure under the cane spun a silken thread from the defeated cock that had spent it, the slimy evidence of his submission marking the sheets. Percy stooped and plied his tongue to the cursing evidence of his weaknesses to women, even this humiliating act, giving him a sexual arousal like he’d never expected as the watching women laughed and sneered with studied disgust at his shameful duty. As he licked at the salty and acrid taste of his own seed, Sylvia had another thrill for him.

“Get used to that taste… you’ll be sampling that, fresh from many a cunt… but it won’t be yours!” Percy’s cock was already wanting to rise for a third surrender, as Martha and two excited maids descended on him, securing his arms behind him, the third maid gleefully wrapping a studded collar about his neck and buckling it tight. Sylvia and the other women smiled with smug satisfaction as Percy felt the tug of a leash he’d often be displayed on, the exquisite feeling of being owned by women, and shown to be no more than a pet held to obedience by it, having his cock show a semi-erection as he was pulled back to a begging position… he unable to hide the submissive pleasure it awarded him. Martha now leered at his wanting cock as she held him firm and the others grinned with their own dark pleasure at his messy face; a vision they’d see on those special occasions hinted at by Sylvia.

“You’ll come and be prepared for the night now… and for that uniform you’ll earn to adore!” With his cock doing its best to rise again, he was led away without showing the slightest resistance by Martha and the two maids, awarding Sylvia a deeply erotic sense of satisfaction as she too, prepared the bed for his return.

Percy was taken into a very clinical looking room, which almost had the look of a laboratory, and shown to a bed covered with plastic sheeting, one of the grinning maids sprinkling the surface with a soapy water solution before he was ordered to lay upon it. Martha’s fixed smile had him know that some belittling experience awaited him, and as he squirmed on the wet and now slippery plastic, she retrieved a tape measure and toyed with it as the two grinning maids wheeled trolleys toward the bed… upon it tins of shaving gel and an array of razors, and electrical clippers. Martha’s fixed smile broadening wickedly as the two maids began to cream his entire body with the gel.

“We’ll soon have your body made appropriate for your life here… no more nasty body hair… in fact no more hair at all…” She smiled with a spiteful lust as she picked up the cordless clippers then cradled his head with one arm whilst the gleeful maids swiftly razored the hair from his legs.

“…this is the first step to your feminisation… I’ve some lovely wigs for you to wear, on those many occasions when Madam Sylvia doesn’t have you hooded in anonymity…” The maids laughed and tittered as Percy gasped on hearing the buzz of the clippers, then half erected as he felt the air on his newly balding head as it was shaved clean… the wondered of being wigged or hooded, exciting his increasingly submissive nature. Martha sighed, her cunt wet and more than ready for the licking that she and the maids would have their new pet award them, before he was returned to Sylvia.

“You’ll appreciate the feel of the sheets and the clothing we’ll choose for you, so much more when you’re nice and smooth… and we’ll have lots of outfits for you to know humiliation in…” Percy shuddered as one of the maids gently grasped his cock, having it pulse to near rigidity as she expertly shaved any trace of hair from his balls, Martha giving a further sigh of sexually dominant pleasure as she watched.

“…and of course, the maids will see to it that you’re regularly waxed to keep that nasty hair down… you’ll learn to enjoy that, but not as much as my maids will.” Percy squirmed his erection at the slippery plastic as he was turned… and every last remnant of hair was shaven from his body, Martha gleefully lifting his chin and removing his eyebrows with the clippers, having ensured his head was down to a smooth skull. He thrust at the sheeting as the stern Housekeeper then plied the tape about him, taking the opportunity to measure him for the delightful outfits he’d be forced to wear… Martha then awarding him the first item of humiliation, on the maids towelling him down and having him kneel in a begging position, their eyes filled with wicked delight as they surveyed his smoothly shaven body, Percy gasping audibly as he was shown the hood he’d wear.

“This will have you rendered anonymous to guests who have no need to know who you are… you’ll just be an insignificant male to them, and deservedly so…” Percy’s cock achieved a full erection as she slipped the hood over his head, the wondered of being seen as no more than a worthless cur, identity of no importance whatsoever in the eyes of pompously dominant women, having him want to shoot his seed there and then, as the full faced hood was tied at the neck above his studded collar. Martha pursed her lips as she sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her black panties down.

“Oh… and it’s adjustable too… dependent on what duties are required from you..” Percy inhaled sharply as she ripped a Velcro attached patch across, exposing his mouth and nose, his anonymity still intact, but his mouth now ready for duties, She, spreading her thighs back and the maids jostling to hold him to the task to come, as his eyes took in the Housekeeper’s smoothly shaven, sweaty, and hotly aroused mature cunt.

“Lick!… what are you waiting for!… get to it!” She sighed long and hard as the two maids pushed his face forward, willing to have him sate their Mistress and have him perform his duty on them. Percy needed no prompting though, and now shaven of all hair and hooded in humiliation, he eagerly sniffed at the fetid spices of her cunt, a d delved his tongue into the glorious flaps and creases of her pink butterfly, the taste exquisite as he wondered on how she’d caned him earlier… and would do so again. He lapped lovingly at her clitoris as she pulled her broad thighs up and back, then had his cock twitch with expectancy as a manicured finger came down to meet his tongue.

“Lick my arsehole now!… ohhhh!… immediately!” The maids grinned as they watched his cock pulse and bob on his slipping his tongue eagerly down to sample the savoury tangs of her heated anus, the ripeness of it delicious to his submissive taste, the pucker squeezing at his probing tongue as the mature woman exploded into a well earned orgasm at his expense. Percy duly awarded the two maids what they’d earned too, Martha seeing to it that his cock stood hard for Sylvia, by belittling him on how he was also totally subservient to maids half his age as he licked their cunts and anuses whilst having his striped buttocks stroked with the cane as he performed. Percy’s cock stood high as he eagerly paid homage to superiors who’d not been born when he’d left education… their curt usage of him as exciting as the older woman’s authority.

His preparation complete, and his duties performed, Percy was led back to the bedroom where Sylvia – the woman for whom his cock stood the hardest, as she had captured him, and already shown she owned him without question – sat on the edge of the bed and pursed her lips, a cynical smile of utter contempt laced with perverse pleasure breaking across her face, on seeing her new pet – hers to keep forever – collared, leashed, shaven smooth… and hooded in a worthless anonymity which had his cock stand high and hard as he knelt in defeat before her. The feeling of power it awarded her, had her simply point to the mattress which lay next to her bed, as Martha dropped his leash.

“Yours, Madam Sylvia… do sleep well.” She departed, leaving the willing maids with his Mistress as Percy shuffled forward to the mattress, still not quite believing what had become of him, Sylvia grinning at the maids and dangling what Percy instantly recognised as a ball gag and two sets of leather cuffs from her hands.

“As it’s your first night, we don’t want you having any second thoughts about departure… that is strictly forbidden, and won’t be allowed to happen…” Percy grunted as whilst he kneeled on the mattress, one maid pulled back the patch on his hood and deftly inserted the ball into his mouth, giving a contemptuous snigger as she did so, his cock perking high at the lush sensation of being silenced… silenced by a mere girl, whose sexual pleasure in doing so, was so apparent. The other maid cuffed his ankles, then his wrists behind his back, with equal pleasure, the two giving him smiles through pursed lips, letting him know they’d be looking forward to tormenting him further the next day, before they left. Sylvia ran her finely pedicured toes across the colourful stripes on his buttocks from her perch on the luxuriant bed, enjoying watching his cock perk as he lay on his side, testing the cuffs and grunting through the gag.

“Well?… how does it feel?… knowing you’re the bound property of a woman now… my property!…” She smiled as she lay on the side of the bed, lifting the leash to her feeble prize and giving it a gentle tug to have him know she’d all the time have a hold on him now. She grinned with triumph as she watched him wriggle in the hood, made anonymous.

“I’ll always know who it is, under that hood, but it won’t matter to most guests… but I’ll remove it when we have lady visitors from the writing club, some of whom you’ll be very surprised to discover they have an interest in your work… you’ll enjoy being shamed before them, and I’ll make sure you’ll be well and truly humbled.” Percy’s cock perked at the wondered of just which of those women who’d seemed anonymous to him, and whom he’d wondered had no interests in his sort of work, would see him leashed and owned… the thrill of that humiliation had his balls tingling with a perverse pleasure.

“…and tomorrow you’ll be shown the writing room… where you’ll produce your best work yet, ready to be passed on to my contacts and have you earn your keep… and earn me an income too!” She chuckled in a sinister tone as she flicked the light switch, the darkness having Percy suck at the ball-gag, test his bonds again, and rub his shaven balls and stiff erection at the mattress as his submissive mind had him wallow in erotic disbelief at what had happened to him that day… and what was to come.

*** *** ***

Percy was awoken from his broken and uncomfortable slumber by the maids attending his bonds… but the ball-gag was allowed to remain, Sylvia getting immense pleasure from hearing his feeble and ineffectual grunts through it, reinforcing her sense of triumph over him, she, having the pleasure of stating why, when a maid motioned to remove it.

“No… let him know the pleasure of being silenced… he”s here to write, not speak after all… and he already knows what the main purpose of his tongue is now!” She laughed allowed as she took his leash she proudly adorned in a black lace shawl which showed the delicious curves of her breasts, rounded buttocks, and broad hips as she strutted on tall heels, Percy’s flaccid cock rising quickly to an erection as she ordered him to all fours and tested his obedience with a tug of the leash, and a flick of the cane to buttocks which would soon know a fresh striping due to his loss of control the day before.

“WALK!” Percy needed no further prompting, and under the eyes of an audience he was now becoming familiar with, the maids strutted ahead to show the way whilst Martha, Emma, and the pretty girl in pink – also ball-gagged with a pretty pink ball – was led on a leash behind the stern Housekeeper, as the gloriously dominant Sylvia made her intentions known.

“To the writing room girls!…. it’s time to have him know where and how he’ll produce more for us to masturbate over!” Emma couldn’t help but tease him, as he was tugged along on knees and palms, his cock the only thing erect.

“You remember ‘The Prisoner of the Convent Order’?… I’ve come many times on reading how you described the male was dominated in that one… so I know you’ll thoroughly enjoy what’s coming…” The entire entourage of women laughed as he grunted something through his gag – almost a protest – as his mind took him to the lurid tale by his own hand, in which a male author was wrongly convicted of a form of heresy, when he’d actually written erotica, and was sent for punishment at what was believed by the populace to be a convent… but was merely a front for a despotic order of women, there to relieve male victims of their most erotic thoughts by punishment, and made to pen them till their disposal was deemed necessary. Percy’s cock dribbled sticky pre-cum, as he thought on how he too, had masturbated often when writing it.

The grinning maids had a door swing wide, and Percy gasped through the gag while the female entourage applauded wildly, at having him see where he’d be made to write… whether in the mood or not. There, placed centrally within a room, the walls of which were covered with TV screens, was a chair not unlike that from a Victorian dentists, close to a keyboard and screen, cuffs on cables hanging from the small but sturdy desk, cuffs on tighter chains by the footrest of the sinister looking chair… and to the rear centre of the padded seat, a domed phallus stood starkly erect, waiting to impale whoever mounted the seat. Percy grunted wildly through the gag, his reluctance met with swift applications of the cane from a delighted Sylvia, as he was drawn to the chair now surrounded by the sneering maids and a very eager household audience.

“Come now!… you’ll learn to love your knew writing position… and it’s gonna be your position whether you like it or not!” He was tugged to the chair, needing the Amazonian Emma to gratefully assist as he stepped up, wriggling and delighting Sylvia as the maids parted his cheeks to greet the liberally greased phallus, holding him over it as the mature matriarch grinned spitefully.

“We’ve all waited so long to see this… you’ll write whist reminded of your position in my house, it’ll ensure your best work!” Percy whimpered through the gag as a smiling Emma and the maids eased the quaking male down, and with his anus already wide with fear, Percy gasped through the gag as he knew anal penetration for the first time, his cock boning rigid with the lush humiliation as the greased phallus made its own rigidity known, slipping tightly into his anus as his cheeks consumed it. The women applauded loudly as Emma pulled a waist strap tight around the beleaguered Percy, ensuring there was no escaping the phallus, his feet cuffed to the footrest by the maids, and his wrists cuffed to demonstrate the part liberation of his hands due to the lengthy cables – cables which still held him prisoner to the required task. Sylvia sauntered across to him, as all eyes tried to imagine the expression on his face as he squirmed on the phallus.