The Scholarship Pt. 10 - Finale

Princess left loser locked in that cage for another week after that intense teasing session. He was so hard and so aroused; it seemed like even the slightest breeze might send him over the edge even with the cage locked on. And, while she didn't let him sleep in the bed with her again after that one night; she DID let him sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed instead of the cage deep in her walk-on closet like he had been all semester.

Princess woke up gently as the morning sunlight pouring in through the windows in her bedroom. With a glorious stretch taking over her body from her toes to her head, she felt consciousness returning to her. Vanessa readjusted her spaghetti strap tank top and sat up; it always seems like one of her breasts fell out of it at night without fail. Her flannel pajama pants kept her nice and warm all night, though.

Wiggling her toes, she sat up, fixed her shirt, and let her legs hang off the bed. With a satisfied sigh, she stood up and looked down at the prone figure on the floor. She like waking up and seeing loser laying there. He really didn't have much of a choice; she chained his collar to the bedpost. It was too short to allow him in the bed, but just enough slack for him to curl up and roll over at night.

"Today is going to be a GOOD day" she thought to herself and she booped loser's nose with her big toe.

"Coffee" she commanded as she undid the lock affixing the chain to loser's collar. Walking to the bathroom she chuckled to herself "my coffee is made with the simple push of a button". A big smile took over her face as she got into the shower and heard rattle of the chains that loser was still wearing as he shuffled off.

Vanessa emerged from the shower a handful of minutes later. Wrapped in a luxurious towel, she made her way to her walk-in closet as she could smell the scent of freshly brewing coffee wafting its way upstairs.

This was going to be an important day for everyone, she had to make sure to pick an outfit appropriate to the occasion. Loser kept her laundry up-to-date; almost every outfit was always ready for her apart from the previous day's clothes (which he would wash today). She loved having so many choices for clothes. Especially when loser had none.

Slipping on one of the tiny thongs she got last week, she immediately felt sexy, powerful, and feminine. It's amazing how little things - both the little gesture of slipping on sexy underwear... but also a reference to just how little the underwear was - like this could really change her attitude and outlook on any given day. The matching bra creating a hypnotizing puddle of cleavage. Sometimes, she couldn't help but admire herself in these outfits. Having the money to invest in higher-end apparel was definitely changing her view of herself. It may not be HER money... at least not yet... but she had control of it nevertheless.

Today wasn't for loser's viewing pleasure, though. As much as he might like to see Princess in her lingerie, that was a not a view for him. Especially not today.

Princess pulled a high-waisted, tight, charcoal grey, micro-mini pencil skirt up her long legs. Hugging her hips and accentuating her butt, the skirt fell right above her belly button and hit about 8 inches above the knee. There was a lot of leg showing. And with the slit on the right side another three inches, a lucky loser might get to see so much leg that he won't even be able to think straight. It might be a little bit cruel to tease him with so much skin... but it entertained her to do so. Sucks to be him.

But a micro-mini skirt does not an outfit make. Completing her ensemble was a smart, tight, white button-up blouse that was straining to keep itself closed around her cleavage... enough to remind loser what lay behind it, but never revealing too much that he might feel any sense of satisfaction. Toy was NOT allowed to see any woman undressed. But she really enjoyed teasing him with her outfits being just on the brink of it. Raising the outfit to the professional level she felt it deserved, Princess also donned a charcoal grey blazer that matched her skirt. With a belt to accentuate her waistline and a pair of flats, she was ready to go!

Making her way downstairs and into the kitchen, Princess felt on top of the world. And that mood only amplified when took in the sight of loser - first, that butt! Delicious! She loved being able to stare at and grab that ass any time she liked. And the fact that it's been naked the entire time she's known it... even better. That butt was the first thing she saw entering the kitchen. Loser was milling about making Her coffee with his back turned to the entrance.

Loser finally heard Princess entering the room and turned to greet her. While sad to lose sight of his butt, she was delighted to see everything else. There he was, naked as the day she met him... and naked as he was since the day he entered into the contract with Goddess about a decade ago. Delicious.

Well... to be fair... he wasn't totally naked. She had been letting loser wear a little extra around the house lately. Specifically, she locked a collar around his neck and leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. And, of course, there was also the cage locked around that gorgeous cock. And to top it all off, chains connecting the collar, the cuffs, and the cage... all locked together in a beautiful package.

Loser dropped to his knees as he saw Princess. The audible *gulp* that came from him as he knelt before her was enough to start the extra heartbeat between her legs, but the wide eyes and the obviously tightening cage ensured that she, too, would be a bit distracted today. Maybe she should have worn some underwear with a little more material in them. She had a feeling it would be a rather wet day for her.

Princess was only shaken from her own reverie when the silence was pierced by an audible whimper coming from loser and a very bright and enthusiastic "Goooooooood morning!" from Cassandra as she entered the kitchen.

Turning her head, Vanessa took in the sight that caused the whimpering to come from loser. And, she had to admit, with as turned on as she already was, she wasn't entirely sure she wasn't just a little bit gay looking at her housemate.

Miss apparently was of the same mind that today was important day and dressed for it as well. A cropped blazer with a form-fitting cropped tank top underneath. Cassandra had been doing a lot of core work lately, and it was showing. Vanessa couldn't help but think of doing shots of tequila out of Cassandra's exposed and pierced belly button. Vanessa continued to look her up and down the very fit legs in a pair of tight black slacks and heels to lengthen her legs even more.

Given how exquisitely each of the ladies was dressed, loser/wallet knew something was definitely brewing. Being naked in the presence of these women when they were in sweats or jeans was one thing. But this was an entirely new level of naked. Their outfits spelled out something very official, and something way above his station. He was really scared now and felt about one hundred times more naked than he had ever felt.

"OmiGOD! You look so fucking hot!" Vanessa exclaimed as she kissed Cassandra good morning on either cheek. "And it looks like we were thinking the same thing this morning" she said taking another opportunity to look Miss up and down one more time.

"Thanks, luv! You, too. That skirt is to DIE for. And look at those LEGS! Wow!" Cassandra returned the adoration. And, looking down at wallet "I bet you're really happy to be on your knees right now with those legs at eye level" she said teasingly.

Vanessa looked down at loser, too, and, noticing the stream of precum slowly leaking from his locked cock onto the floor, she laughed. "Oh you can SEE how much he is enjoying this! It's funny just how excited he gets at the slightest hope" she teased as she nudged his dripping, caged cock with her foot.

Watching the caged cock bob helplessly in the air, Cassandra's years of experience with wallet kicked in. For what they were about to do, they wanted him in deep submissive space.

"How long have you kept that cage on him?" Cassandra asked.

She already knew the answer; but she knew that two exquisitely dressed ladies casually talking about the cage was just a way to rub it in a little more just how little power he had. The cherry on top for them was talking about him as if he wasn't even there. Wallet/Loser could tell them just how long that cage had been locked on, but it was more fun to discuss it amongst themselves.

"I honestly lost count" giggled Vanessa in response looking down at her toy. His eyes were pleading, the urge and need to say something was growing. He knew down to the hour just when the last time was that he wasn't wearing the cage. But neither she nor Cassandra was inclined to give him permission to speak.

No gag was needed to keep this male silent; their will was all the bondage they needed.

"Well," Cassandra started, taking the key off of the necklace around Vanessa's neck "while this cage is a wonderful delight for everyday life; but this is a formal occasion."

Unlocking the cage, Cassandra continued "if you recall, when you signed your name on the contract, Nessa, this little thing was off. And that's because the harder he is..." she said as she deftly removed the cage and base ring "and the longer he is as hard as he can be - SWALLOW" she commanded, putting a pill in his mouth "the more mindlessly submissive he is" she concluded giving his nose a little boop with her finger and a suggestive wink to Vanessa.

Standing up, their hands on their hips in triumph, Cassandra and Vanessa watched the previously caged and long-denied cock grow and stand up at attention. They also watched as their desperate captive squirmed under their gaze. He had no control over this part of his body at all any more. And its hardening - seemingly at the will of these women standing over him - made him feel extremely powerless. That cock told him what to do... and the ladies told it what to say. They were in completely control here. With every nerve waking up and coming to life, he would do anything to just touch it once. But, like the with speaking, that permission was not likely to be given.

Satisfied with their work, they were only pulled back to reality by the chiming of the doorbell.

The women squealed with excitement. And, as that doorbell could only mean one person, wallet/toy/loser somehow got even harder.

"Don't keep her waiting, loser" Vanessa commanded as she and Cassandra made their way into the living room.

Not having been granted permission to stand again, loser made his way across the house on his hands and knees. The sounds of the chains still running between his wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and collar dragging across the floor was the only noise audible in the house. The cold, wide open hall leading to the front door made him feel even smaller and more insignificant. The person waiting on the other side of the door would make him simultaneously feel as small as the most minuscule subatomic particle and as grand as a center of the biggest brightest star. She made all of this seem and feel just sooooo right.

Reaching the door, toy knelt up to reach the doorbell. His cock was so hard it almost hurt right now. The skin tight, every single inch of it was awash in sensation and lust just being exposed to the air. The screams of desire in his head... the urging to touch... the begging for attention was so loud as to be deafening. 'But this was not his cock; it belonged to HER' he thought as he opened the door and saw Goddess.

Every time he saw Goddess it was like the first time seeing her. He was hypnotized and infatuated. Rendered completely powerless in absolute adoration for her. Oh! And Her smile! He would do anything to make the smile stay on her face.

Opening the door, he could see that she, too, was definitely dressed for the occasion. Being on his knees, the highly polished boots were the first thing he saw. Continuing his gaze upward, trembling in fear, he took in the rest of her outfit. A pair of form-fitting black slacks with silver buttons paired well with the black velvet vest that was cinching across her midriff. The silver clasps of the vest and the silver waist chain creating an hourglass and accentuating her hips started the drool flowing from toy's mouth.

Continuing up, toy could see the pristinely ironed white button up shirt and black silk Windsor-knot tie under the vest - very sharp, very professional. This was all framed by the long black velvet riding coat she was wearing - tighter across her shoulders and bust while flaring out at the hips, her outfit accentuated and framed her divine feminine form. Toy could barely stay upright on his knees.

Finally, his eyes making their way up, met her gaze. Her black lips pursed and her darkly shadowed eyes staring daggers down at him in an impressed glare. Her long, chest length, bone white hair (she must have gotten some dye work done since last he saw her) framed her stern face. The black rimmed glasses and black bowler hat completed the outfit. Her black, white, and silver tableau was epitome of both gothic Victorian and professional... if he wasn't already on his knees, he would have forced to fall to them out in worshipfulness.

She was and always would be his Goddess.

"I see you dressed up for the occasion, too, toy. And that thing looks like its about to tear apart at the seams it's so hard" she said as she broke the silence greeting her toy and gestured toward the wickedly hard and increasingly purple cock that was eagerly and helplessly begging for any attention as it bobbed awkwardly from between his legs.

"Awwwww... if only any one of us would ever let you do anything about that poor, hard, little thing" she teased as she walked in the door otherwise ignoring the entity that cock was attached to. She was still amused to this day just how easy it was to control men through that weak little appendage. It's like they all came equipped with leashes just waiting to be grabbed, she mused.

As she walked past him and into the house, she made her way to the living room. Now from behind, he could see the boots she was wearing had four inch sliver heels on them. Goddess loved her Demonia boots. Each click of the heels on the tile in the entry hall dropped toy deeper into worshipful adoration of the divine.

With two quick clicks of her tongue and a stern "heel" command from Goddess, toy followed behind her as she walked. His nose pressed to the floor at her heels he crawled blindly after her, his eyes only able to see the one heel in front of him as she walked through the house, the entirety of his world was the click of the heel on the floor immediately in front of his face with each of her steps.

They had practiced this a lot when she lived here; she had him spend days on end where he was not allowed to lift his nose from the ground at her heels. They did this until she could walk the entire length of the house without him bumping into her - up and down the stairs, with his nose always pressed to the ground behind her back heel, they moved almost as one.

She was actually kind of proud of him that he still had it in him after so long. Just goes to show what good training and patience can do.

Leila led her toy crawling right behind her, nose to the ground, into the living room where Vanessa and Cassandra were waiting.

"Ladies" addressed them as she walked into the room "This will be an historic day. I'm proud of and grateful for both of you." Cassandra and Vanessa both rose from their seats and greeted Leila with a kiss on either cheek which was returned in kind. Toy's nose was still pressed into the floor behind Goddess's backmost heel, but he could see Princess's and Miss's feet just beyond Goddess.

The image was one to take in for anyone observing - Three well-appointed and fully dressed women standing over a man wearing naught but chains with his ass up in the air and his nose digging into the ground at the ladies' feet - the definitions of power and vulnerability.

After saying their hellos and making some small talk, all the while ignoring the naked man in chains at their feet, they began their official proceedings.

Leila walked to the middle of the room while Cassandra and Vanessa took their places on the couch in front of her. Toy/wallet/loser, kept his nose at Goddess's heel; he had not been released from that. But presently would be.

Goddess snapped her fingers loudly and quickly splayed all of her fingers as though to indicate the number five, but her palm was facing down. Toy quickly responded by backing up a little, spreading his knees wide, touching his forehead to the ground, and putting his hands out palms up in front of him.

Vanessa hadn't seen anything like this before and was rapt. Such small gestures from her... yet complete and utter obedience from him. Aspirational and inspirational!... and arousing. She REALLY should have worn something a little more substantial under this skirt.

Leila stepped forward a little and took her position placing the heels of her boots into the palms of her toy's waiting palms. She was trusting him to keep her balanced. And he would not disappoint her.

Pulling her smartphone from her coat pocket, Leila proceeded to read.

"Addendums and modification to the agreement between Leila and Her toy - Leila acting with power of attorney on Her toy's behalf - are summarized as follows:

All rights to the image of and likeness of toy are forever and in perpetuity ceded to Leila. This is a permanent change and cannot be modified or rescinded by any other current or future participant.

Leila will, for an agreed upon fee, allow the scholarship trust to license these images for its use.

Scholarship trust will use these images and recordings on its new website. The images and clips documenting toy's perpetual nudity, sexual and domestic slavery, and adherence to all terms of the scholarship will be behind a paywall. Images and recordings of any female participants of the scholarship will be subject to their discretion respectively.

All proceeds from the sale of these images and recordings - whether toy's or any of the ladies - will all go to the scholarship trust.

Toy... to put this plainly so your silly, little, cum-addled male brain can understand - You will be paying me to license images of yourself that I own. Images that these ladies here will sell to other horny, little losers, like you... keeping all of the profits. NONE of it goes to you."

She took a moment to catch her breath. And a moment to literally dig her heels in as the details of this change sunk in for toy. Surprising, she thought... she was still just as turned on by all of this just as she was over a decade ago.

Cassandra and Vanessa could see there was a steady drip of precum weeping slowly from the head of her toy's cock, pooling underneath. You never needed proof that he was turned on by and consenting to all of this... but if you did need it, there it was.

Leila continued - "Further, apart from the images and videos, the website will also offer FinDomme contract services. The contracts themselves will be tailored to each customer and will be overseen and written up by yours truly. This means we will be taking the money of many a horny, little loser like yourself, toy.

Proceeds from those FinDomme contracts to be split with 1/5 going to Cassandra permanently as a founding member, 1/5 going to Vanessa permanently as a founding member, 1/5 going to each of whomever is an active scholarship recipient and residence of this house in a given schoolyear (this will rotate as new women get added), and the remainder going to the scholarship fund itself.

The topmost tier of these FinDomme contracts will be much like the one to which our little toy here is bound. We will slowly siphon off every last cent those horny losers have, enriching ourselves, AND enriching the scholarship fund."

Leila let this hang in the air, too. She was getting a little high from the power she wielded. But there was seldom a situation that felt quite so right.

Stepping off of her toy's palms, she looked down and could see the marks she left on him. Squatting in front of him, she pulled his hair sharply so as to make his head rise and their eyes meet.

"That's right, toy! We're using you to expand our operations. We're using your story, your images, and how we own your naked ass... using it all as bait to lure in other desperate, horny, little wankers who want just the same."

"Make sure you thank Princess..." Goddess informed her toy "this was all her idea. She got this idea on that night she had you locked outside for hours."

"... thank You, Princess... for finding ways to further my enslavement after these many years. thank You, Princess for finding more ways to make Your lives better" tearfully and meekly leaked from loser's lips. The poor thing.

But Leila, dropping her toy's head, started pacing around her toy's prone body. Stalking almost, as she continued.

"Since the scholarship trust will now be the benefactor of so many new revenue streams, expanding its operations, and becoming self-sustainable, one more change for me, its originator. The title to the land upon which this house sits will be transferred from the trust to me, Leila. It's mine now... well... will be, once I sign it on your behalf with power of attorney, that is.

The house itself will continue to belong to the scholarship trust. The trust will pay me, the landowner, a monthly lease. It'll be nice to have a steady flow of income coming from you, toy... instead of just that puddle flowing from that cock" she said, smiling wickedly.

Leila bade her toy to move once more "lick that puddle up, toy. Don't waste a drop" she instructed.

And as toy got to work licking up the puddle of his own precum, Leila turned her attention to the Cassandra and Vanessa. Vanessa was recording the whole thing on her phone. Their first post was already being produced.

"Ladies. With the flick of my pen, here, it will all be official. Are you ready to get this started?" Leila queried, looking at the camera with an impish smile.

And thus the future was written.

* * * * * * *

Ten years on from the scholarship's first expansion, Leila walked triumphantly and proudly around her property. Almost a quarter century since she took control of her own destiny... and control of her then boyfriend's many kinks and all of his money... she was now head of a thriving community. A thriving community of women who were all getting a top-notch education for free and going on to be tremendous successes in business, law, and government. All of them doing so on the backs of the naked men that had surrendered all of their rights and properties to her and her organization.

Starting with just herself in this one house she nurtured it and made it grow. Through increased revenues and partnerships for development with her trusted partners, Cassandra and Vanessa, the project was expanded. Over the last decade, two more houses were constructed on the land Leila owned here.

Each of those new houses were set up like the original. Each contained two students. Each contained one helplessly, and seemingly permanently bound naked male servant. As long as the ladies continued to find others to bring into the fold every year, the boys' were bound for longer and longer terms. Her toy was still here, on property, bound by that original contract she drew up so many years ago. Still naked as the day he signed it... and still not having been allowed an orgasm. And still as happy as the first day.

They were now eyeing the next property over for even further expansion. While they could buy it outright, Leila had already put into motion plans to have that land, too, seduced away from its current owner. That was a much easier, and much more satisfying path.

With as many as six women on her land at a time now, the number of ladies who benefacted from this scholarship grew into the dozens. Part of the education they received was in just how easy it was to make a male voluntarily part with its property.

And as the network of women grew... so did the number of hapless boys who couldn't help but click that button surrendering everything to the scholarship.