Fantasy Becomes Reality for Percy Ch. 09 – BDSM

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The male now subjected to a total humiliation so thoroughly enjoyed by a fervent and intensely dominant female audience, had now almost forgotten whom he once was, now feminised and labelled Priscilla, maid in obedient service to Madam Sylvia Birching. Percy Harris now knew the price to pay was insurmountable, as in the present guise that his Mistress would enjoy him in, the last vestiges of his masculinity were about to be obscured for the further pleasure of that audience as Sylvia delighted in expressing her power over him with pompous arrogance, she holding the cock cage high for the inspection of those guests, unfamiliar with the item, as was she, careful to display the internally spiked cap which would hold his cock in painful penance, at the merest erotic wondered, while he cowered at her feet, knowing just her dominance over him would have him erect to know its wicked authority over his cock.

The women laughed and jeered as he was held firmly by Madam Birching’s maids, the elasticated panties which had awarded him so much erotic relief, pulled down his thighs as a sneering Sylvia was assisted by Maud in fitting the severe item of male chastity, the leather clad bitch revelling in the spiteful pleasure of seeing the fear in Percy’s eyes from beneath the blonde wig. Percy tried desperately not to erect, as the clasp was fixed about the neck of his smoothly shaven scrotum, the taunting of the audience of women, taking him to a new blend of masochistic pleasure as his manhood was being temporarily neutered at the behest of feminity. Maud teased his bell purposely as the body of the cage was lifted to greet his cock.

“See how he wants to wear it for you Sylvia… those spikes will have him know his place!, I’ve not seen one of these fail to bring any male to order!” The women cheered as Maud snapped the sides of the tube shut… and the loop of a tiny padlock was gleefully inserted through the receiving halves, and snapped locked with applause from the feminine audience. Percy gasped as he looked down at the restrictively short tube, which would easily confine an average cock as his, nice and tightly… as he began to feel his cock swell to accommodate the downward curved device and its welcoming spikes, the applause and Maud’s continuing taunts, ensuring he’d soon know the price is of being a submissive.

“There!… we’ll have complete control and one hundred per cent obedience from him now… his own excitement will guarantee that!” Sylvia grinned wickedly as they watched his face start to contort, as he, unable to avoid the deliciously dominant Maud’s delight as she stood in leather and flicked her whip, whilst the woman who’d ensured his ownership pursed her lips with sincerely spiteful pleasure on having her maids hold his hands behind his frilly dressed body and hold his head back whilst he crouched… then came the lush pain of being a controlled and beaten submissive…

Crouching on his knees before an audience of mocking women, each harbouring their own levels of absolute contempt for him, effeminised as a maid for their pleasure and his obedience in duty to them as Priscilla, anally plugged to remind him of his position in life… Percy now endured the wicked spite of full feminine control and domination, as his cock swelled eagerly at his lushly humiliating position… and had him know that price of total defeat as his bell’s progress to a full erection was taken to task by the device, Sylvia sighing with the sexual pleasure of pert dominance as he let out a moan, his face contorting in pain… as those spikes had him well and truly know his place. Maud laughed with sordid contentment as tears of utter defeat rolled down the now emasculated male’s cheeks, she, rubbing the beautifully defined camel-toe she now expressed through the tight leather, her cunt now in full arousal at her achievement of misery upon a deserving male.

“Ooooh yes!… the initial pain is always a thoroughly rewarding treat… he’ll get used to its agony, but he’ll never be free of its pain in mastering his cock… and when it’s removed on those rare occasions you allow it, he’ll shoot his mess in defeat as never before, in the haste to have it refitted again!” The women laughed, increasing Percy’s surrender of his tears in utter humiliation, the rear facing spikes to the rear of the wicked cap, ensuring his bell was held to absolute obedience as the flange of his glans was pierced exquisitely… the pain now having him know the dominance of womanhood as never before, as the universal and contented laughter of the women amplified his pain.

Held in effeminised humiliation, he now wallowed in servile masochism as an excited Sylvia put a collar about his neck, and tugged the leash high, forcing him to stand while the maids relieved him of the rubber panties, having him step out of them in his heels, amusing the women further. His whimpering, though thoroughly enjoying to the women as it expressed his pain in learning obedience, was then halted by an equally excited Eva Kane, as she strutted across with a red ball-gag, her cunt ripe with arousal as she offered it up to Percy’s mouth.

“We’ll have silence from her… after all, it’s writing that she’ll earn us all with… no need to hear her!”

Secy grunted as his lush masochism was extended blissfully, as the ball was slotted into his obedient gape, the straps tied tight by an excited Eva… and he was silenced by womanhood, whilst leashed and dressed as a woman. The maids obligingly lifted his frilled skirt either side, and with Sylvia now in dominant arousal, she had her maid paraded for the advantage of her equally dominant friends, his teetering on high heels in absolute shame, thrilling each one of them.

With spiked cage and anal plug on show, as a gagged and leashed Percy was paraded in a maid’s outfit, his cock knew the full entertainment of the wicked spikes as the anal plug teased his prostate while he wiggled on heels, the tug of the leash ensuring he knew just who was in command, his teeth nursing the gag in knowing he’d been silenced by the superior sex, Priscilla, as he now well and truly was, longed to shoot his mess in that utter defeat, as he was led away in shame to know Maud’s whip… Sylvia deciding that she should have the first use of her new pet as a guest, the mature woman having earned that treat.

Just the whiff of Maud’s leather, had Percy’s cock bulge in exquisite pain against the cruel spikes of his cock cage as he was made to kneel at the foot of the bed… a cock cage which had been administered by the mature woman who would now administer usage of her whip upon him. He could no longer deny the perverted pleasure the spikes awarded his confined manhood, as he watched the mature and elegant woman strut in her leather catsuit, her cunt bulging the camel-toe at her crotch as she flicked her whip in anticipation of serving a male with just what he so thoroughly deserved, two smiling maids, already positioned in the room, grinned eagerly as he was shown to the position.

“You remember that story you wrote about the Victorian seaman, stranded upon that island… ending up, by being whipped to oblivion by the female inhabitants?” Percy nodded his concurrence, remembering how he’d masturbated whilst writing it, and masturbated many times afterwards, on fantasising about enduring such a fate at the hands of womanhood… his cock pulsed at the spikes in anticipation of receiving that just and deserved punishment, Maud sighing wistfully.

“…I’m going to take great pleasure in having you live out that fantasy… one which I’ve long wanted to do…” She smiled as he bucked in an anticipation of his own, when she flicked her long and snaking whip, its braided leather shining delightfully.

“…of course, I’ve whipped many males to a quivering and most satisfying defeat whilst thinking of it… but as the author, you’re going to know a special and vigorous application of my whip indeed!…” He gasped as the two maids descended upon him, and wrestled the frilly dress from his body, removing the wig too. Maud grinned as she rubbed her cunt.

“…we can’t have your dress spoiled though, that just wouldn’t do… and I want you to know the full pleasure of my whip against your flesh too… though you’ll still know visual humiliation…” She grinned with pleasure, Percy grunting through the gag, as one of the smiling maids had him know the delights of being gimp-masked once more… the bliss of knowing the feeling of anonymity and insignificance having his cock pulse against the spikes, seemingly eternally at the feel of the rubber hood being stretched and gripping at his face and neck by a maid who was equally delighted with the task. Maud rubbed her cunt all the more, at seeing his eyes peep through the eyelets, the bulge of the ball-gag consumed by rubber at his mouth, the black stockings and tall heels still serving to have him know enforced femininity, as his anus quivered and gripped at the generous anal plug… his flesh now at the mercy of her whip.

“There!… now we can both fantasise about you being that seaman… and by god, how I’m going to bring that chapter to life!” Percy savoured the pure elegance and dominance of her character, as she put one hand to her gracefully leather clad hip, and with a pose which magnified the magnificent of that dominance, snaked back the demonic whip… then sent it flashing toward his flesh. Percy whined through the gag, as he felt the pain he’d wished upon his seaman, and knew the spiteful but erotically delicious caress of the leather braid… as he was deservedly whipped by a woman for his weakness.

Here pleasure in his pain was more than apparent, as his muted whine through gag and rubber mask was rewarded with the vigorous whipping he’d been promised, his already striped backside bearing the straight impressions of Sylvia’s cane, now marked with the curved wheals of Maud’s whip… and a defeated Percy poking his backside as he wept, longing to feel the sting of that whip again, on hearing the crack as it cut the air, on Maud’s expert return of it, heralding yet another spiteful delivery. Percy one the exquisite pain of denial, as the leather clad beauty eventually relented with the whip, he, longing to masturbate and shoot his mess as he slumped in whipped defeat.

Maud grinned as she sat on the bed, unzipping her catsuit, and slipping her elegant and still firm body from it, though her breasts sagged a little, their rock hard nipples exciting the weeping Percy as she showed him the inside of the catsuit’s leather crotch, he, able to smell the lush spice of its caress of her camel-toe, despite being hooded.

“We’ll have that hood and mask off now… then you’ll lick my suit clean before doing the same for my cunt… I know you want to thank me for what you’ve just had!”

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