Sold by Sandra

He knew her tolerance of him was at a contemptuous low, and that her dominant spite was at a zenith as he cowered at her feet. Having licked her cunt and anus on the bed, the 63 year old Madam Sandra Gordon flexed her still attractive figure as she vented that contempt upon Dirk Bennett with her cane. Though he'd already spent liberally to the sheets whilst being indulged in Sandra's scathing verbal belittling of him whilst his tongue probed deep into the spice of her mature anus, his cock maintained a lusting stiffness for further expulsions in submission as she whipped him with her cane and further scorn.

Sandra had taken him in, and trained him ready for this day, after he'd begged to be dominated by her many times, on meetings with her at a BDSM circle, and after checking his background thoroughly and discovering he had no ties; his status was perfect for her use. Dirk had spent his life masturbating over haughty and Matriarchal women of senior years, and the delicious authority the stern Sandra had shown him, was a dream come true. As the weeks went by, his life dissolved into one of total service to Sandra's needs, her whip and relentless authority reducing him to a slave of absolute obedience, his spirit broken.

As his tongue probed deep into the tight warmth and savoury tangs of her mature anus, he'd come, not just at the promise of the inevitable whip for doing so, but at Madam's inference that he was to meet and show humility to her Stepdaughter. He couldn't know that this step would lead to the end of his ownership by Sandra, but her ripe and wholesome orgasm on divulging that pleasure had him realise there was something more significant than just humiliation before a younger woman.

Hermione Gordon was as dominant and confident as her Stepmother, who'd nurtured the girl's natural spite and enjoyment of dominating and punishing feeble examples of masculinity as soon as she'd come of age. Her firm hands had spanked the willing backsides of middle-aged males from an early age, Sandra watching with dominant pride as that lush humiliation had them send their seed to her lap in ecstatic submission. As time moved on, the petty donations they'd received from masochistic clients, developed into the small fortunes to be made, through the actual enslavement and sale of examples through a covert society... a fee having been agreed for Bennett, who'd be shown in humiliation at a place of sale, favoured by the society, and that pre-sale ritual of humiliation - a thrill to be had by all members, not just the purchaser - a society requirement.

Though Hermione no longer resided at the sumptuous property acquired by Sandra through funds received in the pleasure of her dominance, she visited regularly when her calling was required, her arousal immediate when notice of a show was confirmed; her input of the sourcing of a fresh male, as thrilling as the sale of an existing one... her cunt hot with sexual anticipation on receiving the call at her lushly appointed apartment.

"Hello Hermione dear... I take it you're ready for tomorrow..." Hermione looked at her naked and very shapely figure in the mirror as she held the phone, thrilled at being able to parade it before older and jealous women at that special venue tomorrow.

"Why of course Mother... I can't wait to have Bennett know his use to us is over..." The stepmother murmured a chuckle of satisfaction down the phone, pursed her lips, then looked to the door behind which Bennett awaited the whip she'd said she was retrieving, unable to hear her conversation and the pleasured tone on which it was conducted... her cunt hot for the show of triumph over masculinity which always thrilled her.

"... the weather is perfect for it tomorrow... and his despair will be exquisite on knowing his enslavement by me is over, but is to be permanent elsewhere." Hermione heard her cut the air with the whip she'd seen used on many a male before the call cut off, then looked to herself in the mirror once more as she fingered her aroused cunt. Though nearly thirty, she had retained youthful looks which had her pass as a teenager, the vision of her with a whip having many a male realise his hopelessness to resist the dominance of womanhood of any age... before succumbing to the maturity of her Stepmother, and total enslavement.

Hermione masturbated with a favoured dildo, her legs high as she came gloriously before slumber, her mind firmly on the next day as she orgasmed... and of her sourcing another feeble male, after the delicious sale of Bennett into permanent enslavement.

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Bennett's cock stood high as Madam Sandra collared and leashed him, then grinned spitefully as she barked a command as he cowered naked at her feet.

"Cheeks high!" His already rigid cock boned with a submissive wanting on knowing this meant he was to be plugged anally; the token of ownership he was made to wear whenever allowed out with his Mistress... though he was puzzled as he'd been left naked, though he'd been collared, as if to be shown, as he been, in shame before some of Sandra's select friends, their ridicule of him exquisitely arousing. The bulbous plug was eased in with a firm deference by Madam, very little gel applied to the generous girth of the shiny steel demon, adding to Sandra's dominant pleasure in knowing its presence was well and truly appreciated by him as his anus was spread wide at her behest. She sneered as he squirmed at its intrusion, also knowing it's cold feel was telling him this was not one of the usual rubber plugs he was made to wear at restaurants and the like.

"There!... a show plug for a very special day, a day my Stepdaughter will enjoy as thoroughly as I will." His balls tingled at the feel of the large plug, even its taper before the flat and decorative stopper, keeping his anus nicely wide... inducing a permanent sense of fear, and exciting his already intense reverence for Madam Sandra, and her dominance of him. His erection pulsed high as Madam donned the tall boots she wore when walking him as though he were a dog, through the lawns of her extensive gardens... but her application of red lipstick to her pouting lips hinted that it was not the gardens he was to be humiliated in today. His balls tingled further on hearing the front door opening, and steps toward where he knelt, naked and in obedience to his Mistress. He gasped as the door opened, and a spiteful sneer from a vision of feminine confidence and authority greeted his pathetic presence.

"Hermione my dear!... you can see my latest example is ready for his little adventure, I do hope you're up for it too..." Bennett's cock perked high as the youthful beauty stood over him, her almost schoolgirl looks astounding him, as she sneered down at him with utter contempt, placing her hands on her slender but generous hips, her breasts poking rigid nipples through the thin dress she wore, and lifting one foot to waggle a tall black stiletto at him... wanting the recognition she deserved, and would get from a submissive male under absolute feminine control. Madam Sandra barked the command he longed for, already longing to worship a woman who looked like a girl a third of his age.

"Kiss my Stepdaughter's feet Bennett!... show her how you're hopelessly committed to the power of all femininity over you!" The two women laughed sneeringly as he showed no hesitation whatsoever in pressing his lips to the toe of her elegant shoe... longing to masturbate as those cruel echoes of derisory feminine laughter accompanied his adoration of her stiletto, and then hearing Hermione's voice for the first time as she sneered down at him.

"I'm so glad the weather has been favourable, and the ground will be nice and firm... allowing me to wear these heels." She shuddered as he continued to ply his lips to her shoes in utter obedience, Sandra smiling at knowing this was a sign that her Stepdaughter was already sexually aroused at dominating a male twice her age... and more than ready to enjoy humiliating him further. The older woman was more than ready for it too, her cunt wet with a sordid arousal for the pageant of dominance she never tired of.

"Shall we go then... they'll be champing at the bit out there." The younger women affirmed her agreement to the suggestion, Bennett feeling her tug on the leash and take control of him, whilst Madam Sandra picked up a white shawl... and an instrument of punishment which was known to him as the 'garden whip', an implement his flesh was no stranger to when walked like a dog, any slight deviation from her command, met with a sound thrashing. He gasped, his cock fit to spunk the contents of his ringed balls spontaneously, as he was led to the door and out into the open by the women, their delight so obvious as his naked body shivered in the cool air, exposed for the submissive he was. Led into the car, Sandra sat him next to her, covering him with the white shawl for the journey... allowing him a little dignity - if only to avoid possible hindrance from any external authority.

Madam Sandra was pleased to see his cock tent the material of the shawl, showing his sexual excitement as he pondered what fate awaited him, the material darkening as his pre-cum wetted it whilst he squirmed on the generous anal plug... his obvious feeling of total bewilderment shown in his eyes, bringing her cunt to a lustily dominant arousal. Bennett could see the smiling eyes of the youthful Hermione in the rear view mirror, and sensed the intensity of whatever was on her mind as her elegantly manicured fingers gripped the leather bound steering wheel, while he was driven to somewhere unknown. He was about to dare impudence and beg to know his Mistress's pleasure, pleasing the haughty Sandra further as she noted his fidgeting... and decided to smartly curtail any unwanted pleading with swift and satisfying action.

"I have a gift for you Bennett..." Her mature smile curled to a spiteful sneer, Hermione's eyes intensifying their glare in the rear view mirror, showing she was not intending to miss his further belittling at her Stepmother's behest.

"... to complete your appearance of total servility to womanhood" He gasped and feigned words he daren't let out... on seeing a smart ball-gag in her hands, a lustily humiliating device which he'd been graced with when Sandra had demonstrated her absolute power over of him to select friends, their smug and righteous looks at seeing him silenced by demand, thrilling him as much as it did then. The mature Matriarch's cunt oozed desirous lubricant with dominant pleasure as her slender fingers had Bennett gape to accept the ball with a certain reluctance on this occasion, noting the tented material at his crotch twitch and pulse with a perversely masochistic pleasure of his own as those fingers buckled the strap and ensured his silence... emphasising her complete control.

His anus tingled more wildly than ever, now the urge to speak out and care to enquire had been removed from him by Sandra's dominance, his cock pulsing lubricant of its own from its rigidity beneath the shawl on seeing Hermione's lips purse with satisfaction in the rear-view mirror, the younger dominatrix now in a heady arousal of her own, on adding to the mystery which she knew he'd have longed to question, but which was now smartly taken from him as the car wound its way up hills in the countryside.

"It's so remote up here, which is why we love it..." As the car crested the brow of a hill, veering onto a rough gravel path off the tarmac, through a ring of dense woodland, she delighted in having his captive balls tingle with submissive excitement.

"... the open space on the plateau you'll see in a moment, is known as 'Justice Moor'... can you guess why it's called that?" Her spiteful smirk of satisfaction, knowing he couldn't respond to her deliberate tease, has him grunt in bewildered impatience through the efficiently silencing ball, before she had his cock pulse all the more.

"... It's called that because there used to be a gibbet up here... many a male was hanged in shame up here, made to know the ultimate humiliation out in the open, before crowds of excited people... many of them women, who though pompous outwardly, would have been secretly aroused sexually by such an exquisite spectacle." Bennett's cock boned in the excruciating desire to shoot his mess spontaneously at the youthful woman's spitefully pleasured tone in relating the grim history of the place, he longing to know such a deliciously humiliating fate before the eyes of smilingly contented women. Madam Sandra sneered with satisfaction at the look in eyes which betrayed his hopelessly submissive desire to know the pleasure of the rope before femininity, as the car moved slowly across the grassy plain which had known that historical excitement, Bennett making out other vehicles parked in the distance.

"Don't worry Bennett... you're going to be as good as hanged today." The laughter of both women was accompanied by her whisking the shawl from his shoulders, and having him sit naked with his erection high, as the car drew closer to the others... and an array of mostly mature women who were applauding at the approach of Hermione's car. The younger woman gave a sigh of sheer excitement as she stopped the vehicle some thirty yards from the rank of other vehicles and the equally excited women... then stepped from the car and discarded the thin dress she wore, to stand naked and dominant as Madam Sandra also exited, and handed her the flexible whip with a curt smile.

Left sat in the car, Bennett's cock perked higher than ever as Hermione posed with the whip, naked and dominant. Her youthful appearance was now emphasised more than ever, her generous breasts poking their stiff nipples in sexual excitement, the tall heels which were all she wore, accentuating the delicious shape of her long legs and pert buttocks. He gaped at the delightful crevice of her neatly shaven cunt, longing to sniff at it, but not daring to move from the haven of the car... till the younger woman barked her command in a supremely confident tone.

"Out!.. and kiss my feet!" Powerless to disobey her dominance, and his submissive mind under the complete control of feminine rule, his anus clenched hard at the intrusive plug in a state of lusting fear as he dropped clumsily from the car to the soft grass, the breeze on his naked body ensuring his erection poked in a curiously masochistic pleasure. He was aware of Madam Sandra now standing over him too, as that erection perked all the more on his obediently going down to kiss Hermione's tall heels, and hearing the delighted murmurings of a feminine audience as they viewed his naked cheeks which were now high, the ring about his scrotum neck displayed to confirm he was owned, the ornate base of the butt-plug so apparent, confirming his status as a permanently humiliated and beaten male.

The exposure, and being seen for what he truly was by other women he'd never met before, out in the open, heightened his masochistic sense of humiliation as never before, the grinning Sandra passing the leash up to her Stepdaughter's free hand, before thrilling his sense of shame further.

"This isn't a private area... any passing hill walkers could come by..." She sneered with spiteful satisfaction as Hermione tensioned the leash, and stood dominant with whip, pompously proud in expressing her superiority over a male before a crowd of sexually excited women, as her Stepmother continued her tease.

"... you could be seen by anybody for what you are, the enslaved plaything of women, a defeated and dominated cur... think of how shaming that would be!" Bennett's eyes went about him, his cock more rigid than ever as he surveyed the not too distant ring of trees that ringed the spot where many a male had been hanged... almost longing that someone other than the female audience was watching his humiliation. His anus clenched harder than ever at the broad plug as the tension on the leash was increased, and a hearty applause rang out from the women as the proud Hermione paraded him to show his absolute obedience to them, the echoing of their delighted clapping having his anus tingled wildly at the thought that it might draw the attention of casual passers by.

"He broke into a cold sweat as a mature woman of sixty plus years with dark ginger hair moved out from the crowd, and Hermione and Sandra led him to her, at a spot close to a slightly raised mound which indicated where the rudely efficient gibbet had once stood. Halfway between the car and the array of women, conveniently within clear sight and earshot of all, Bennett's boning cock dribbled a thread of pre-cum as he guessed his fate.

The applause hushed as the ginger woman steeped close, allowing the leashed and naked Bennett to drool through the ball-gag and sniff at her scent, his bewildered eyes taking in her cruel smile through rouged cheeks which were also very tanned, her full but slightly sagging breasts poking their nipples hard through her black silk blouse with sexual arousal. Her bulbous hips and broad thighs emerging from tall leather boots then drawing his surveying eyes to a cunt expressed in all its feminine splendour, imaged delightfully In a lusting camel-toe through tight black leggings, telling him this was a woman who was proud of her sex... and its dominance. Madam Sandra Gordon, the woman who'd broken his spirit completely, sneered down at him.

"This is Lady Monique Hamilton..." She gave a lusty sigh that he normally only heard when she was close to orgasm, telling him that something was giving her an intense thrill... or was about to.

"She's purchased you... you're hers now!" Bennett's fearful grunting through the ball-gag were still audible to the three women, as the crowd of women behind them applauded with satisfaction at seeing yet another of Madam Sandra Gordon's dominated males passed on in triviality like an item of livestock. Bennett's grunts of disbelief were thoroughly enjoyed by Sandra and Hermione in particular; the pleasure of discarding a male who thought he'd be the permanent property of Madam Gordon senior, had their cunts wet with a heated sexual arousal, revelling in their power over a male and his destiny.

The shock the bewildered Bennett received, gave him a curiously masochistic pleasure, having him close to shooting his seed as the applause of the women was cut with cynical laughter at his realisation that his tenure with the women he'd worshipped was over, the cruelty of her disposal of him as though he were a mere chattel, exciting their spite. As he looked up to Madam Sandra with pleading eyes from his gagged face, both she and Hermione thoroughly enjoyed his pathetic wantings, the senior woman then turning his head toward his new owner, as Hermione handed the leash to Madam Monique. Sandra sneered with further contempt for him, her tone, full of the dark pleasure of the absolute dominance she felt.

"I told you you'd be as good as hanged... certainly where we're concerned!" Bennett's eyes bulged in submissive defeat as Lady Monique tugged his leash hard, demonstrating the command over him that she now had, and letting him hear her voice for the first time, its sultry and confident tone keeping his cock high and stiff in a masochistic quandary.

"Don't worry, you'll not go wanting for the disciplines you've received... but you may find mine a little more extreme... it's oh so appropriate that this spot was chosen for your sale, as you're going to be taken to the very limits of your masochism, for my pleasure... and my girls...". She pointed to the feet of her tall boots, and Bennet went down to confirm his submissive admiration without the need for verbal command, his pathetic submission to a superior thrilling the audience of women as he plied his lips to the leather in obedience. Lady Monique then humiliating him further.

"... I'm told by Madam Sandra that you like to earn the whip by soiling her sheets without permission... coming in a generous emission when licking and probing her anus, and unable to resist that submissive pleasure, though promised the whip should you do so..." The cock that was guilty of that crime, perked and pulsed rigid at the the thought, the humiliation... and the sneering laughter of his feminine audience at that wickedly shaming disclosure.

"... well you'll have that opportunity with me now... and you'll inevitably find that I am more than generous with the whip too..." She put her hands on her broad hips and sighed at the thought of having her anus licked by her new servile pet... but had darker thoughts regarding his destiny, as she had had with many other males.

"As you can see from my complexion, I like to spend much time in more exotic... and erotic climes..." Her grip on his leash tightened as Sandra and Hermione laughed knowingly, the cynicism of that laughter so obvious, the spite in it from women who'd used and disposed of him, keeping his cock high as his new owner thrilled his masochism further.

"... you'll be taken abroad to places, where, for the right amount of money, the corruptible authorities will turn a blind eye to practices in public of a very sadistic nature... which you'll thoroughly enjoy." Now the entire crowd of watching women laughed cynically, many of whom were tanned too, and had witnessed public whippings... and more severe acts of both frenzied, and calmly performed acts of absolute feminine domination upon males... males who were now no longer around to be punished. Bennett gasped and grunted through the gag, as his new owner produced a stiff whip which was tucked into a belt behind her mature buttocks, and also showed him a miniscule cock cage which had hung there too. She stroked his cock with the whip as Madams Sandra and Hermione smiled down at him with smug satisfaction, Lady Monique sighing with her own dominant contentment as she guaranteed her new pet's further humiliation.

"You can't travel with that pathetic cock poking in submission like that, and your former owners would like to see the surrender of your seed one final time... so would all these ladies..." She slipped the flap of her stiff whip across the tip of his standing bell, and was delighted to see it glisten with pre-cum in anticipation of what was to come.

"You'll masturbate to my boots before everyone here... then that little member will be caged till I'm ready to see its submission to my authority once more... masturbate!" Bennett's mind ran riot, his masochistic wonder at what lay ahead, mixed with the deeply erotic thrill of humiliation before a crowd of leering women... and the subliminally submissive pleasure of being allowed to stimulate his cock, and then having it caged in shame to know the absolute control of feminine power.

The cruel smiles and smug laughter of the women teased his ears as he eagerly grasped his cock and pointed it toward the tall boots of the woman who now owned him, and held such harsh promise of dominance, the pleasure indescribable as he knelt naked, leashed, gagged and butt plugged... the ring about his scrotum about to be cruelly coupled to a shiny steel cock cage. His thrusting stimulation did not require any real element of time, so ardent was his arousal and lust for the humiliation his broken spirit desired. The seed rose from his balls in an ecstasy of submission, and his grunt of pure pleasure through the gag as his seed spurted high to Lady Monique's boots, was heightened tenfold by the laughter and applause of the women at his belittling.

The milky seed dribbled down the leather of her boots as he added to it generously, his orgasm intense as he bucked under the delighted eyes of women who smugly enjoyed their power over male weakness, and the pleasurable spectacle of seeing them deservedly shamed for it. Bennett took in the spectacle too as he spurted in a divine ecstasy on seeing the sneering delight of his new Mistress... he, still not quite believing what was happening to him. Monique now gave him a look of utter contempt as the last feeble spurts of cream were spat out from his cock, to the derisory applause of his female audience.

"Lick that off my boots!... now!" Sandra and Hermione watched with satisfaction as he plied his tongue about her boots, the leather shining, whilst being polished by a servile and obedient tongue, his attention to not allowing any morsel of his own seed escape his pathetic licking, bringing further murmurings of contempt - and dominant pleasure - from the crowd of women. When he'd completed the task, the youthful looking Hermione was all too pleased to assist Monique by holding him back with spent genitalia exposed, whilst his new owner stooped to apply the device which would ensure that further masturbation would only occur at her behest.

Bennett gasped at the cold feel of the steel, and his semi-flaccid cock perked in vain as it tried to erect at the deliciously masochistic feeling of being confined by a woman's whim... especially as the bell was greeted by internal spikes; the device designed to have its wearer made aware that erections were something to be savoured by mistress only, and ensuring that the masochistic male graced with it, would regularly be semi-erect and yearning to spend eternally. Bennett's grunts of initial discomfort were greeted with further spiteful applause as Lady Monique Hamilton clicked the clasp to the scrotal ring shut, and he'd the tiny key high for his attention, her cunt wet with arousal at confirming her new pet's imposed impotence.

"There!... almost ready for that trip overseas, which we'll be taking very shortly." Her eyes went to Madam Sandra and the boldly naked Hermione, who grinned down at the temporarily neutered Bennett, whose grimacing told them he was trying to erect already... knowing he'd know a masochistic delight like no other when his tongue inevitably became acquainted with Lady Monique's mature cunt and arsehole.

"I expect you two will want to be away now... having finished with this one." All three laughed cynically as Bennett's bewildered eyes looked pitifully at his former owners in disbelief, Monique clapping her hands, which prompted a younger woman to step forward from the crowd, something in her hands, bringing a sneering grin to Madam Sandra's face.

"Oh yes, Monique... there's nothing to keep us here." She smiled contentedly as Bennett grunted through the gag, his cock now hard against the spikes in the cage on seeing the younger woman hand Monique a black silk bag, which the sneering woman opened out... then began to slip it over his gagged face. Bennett's final view of the woman who'd dominated him to absolute obedience, gave him her delighted smile as his vision was obscured, and the bag tied tight about his leashed neck... but as his bewildered snorting puffed the silk in and out, he heard her final words to him.

"I told you Bennett... as good as hanged!"