Meadow of Destiny

The boyish ginger girl smirked in triumph as the boy she had pinned under her, his face close up to the thin gusset of her white cotton knickers, was brought to the tears of defeat by her superiority, his first whiff of a sweaty cunt would be permanently engrained in his mind as an audience of boys and girls thoroughly enjoyed his humiliation in a sunny field. None of them enjoyed his tears of defeat as much as the ginger girl though; her sex tingled with the triumphal awakening of her sexual awareness, an awakening to life as a sexual dominant, her slapping of the tearful boys face as the audience laughed, bringing a lusty tingling to her cunt as his tears flowed.

He'd long had it coming. Clive's mocking of the boyish girl Betty, her plumper than usual figure and red hair making her stand out, and he taking much pleasure in childishly ridiculing her. He'd never forget that day in the meadow... nor would she. Drawn to the scene by a goading crowd who'd seemed to be on his side, quickly turning against him at their delight in seeing the ginger girl quickly affirm her physical dominance over him, a ripe humiliation so thoroughly deserved, assured as she swiftly wrestled him to the ground. Though the boy had taken pleasure in teasing her, he and others had strange thoughts about the plumpish redheaded girl which they didn't understand, and now pinned down and brought to tears by her, the boy was beginning to realise those feelings as a tingling in his loins accompanied his tears, the whiff of her cunt, and the laughter at his embarrassment at being defeated by a girl. Betty's excitement grew as she slapped his face, and now she'd humiliate him all the more.

"Beg me to stop!... let everyone hear it!..." The weeping Clive's humiliation deepened, and those strange feelings were magnified as he blurted out a response at her demand.

"Please!... please!... I beg you to stop!". Hetty grinned and pushed her broad milky white thighs forward, having the slot of her cunt tease at his nose, and making sure that his next words were muffled but still audible to the leering audience.

"Now tell me you submit to me... and I''ve beaten you!" The leering audience cast wicked smiles at the weeping boy, all ears in anticipation of his further humiliation, as the spitefully robust Betty radiated her superiority over him, her cunt awarding her a very special tingling as Clive made his muffled response at her command, truly beaten.

"I.. I submit... You... you've beaten me.". Clive felt a teasing tingle of his own, as the goading crowd laughed at his expense, he unable to avoid sniffing hard at the feminine scent which he now found curiously attractive. Hetty stood up, hand on hips, straddling the still prone Clive and giving him a good view of her knickers, which now bore a distinct wet patch, and sneered down at him.

"If you dare call me names again, I'll tell everyone that's not here how I beat you!" With that, the tearful Clive was allowed to his feet, and scuttled away amid the derision of a satisfied and teasing audience.

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Clive Tanner never forgot his humiliation in the meadow, and it often crept into his mind as he masturbated, the experience leaving him with a healthy respect, and sexual preference for independent and domineering women. His seed always came forth in plentiful fashion, as he stropped to satisfaction over redheads with authority in particular, the spitefully erotic Betty, whose surname always escaped him and had his memory search for it, having shown him his position in life where women were concerned, all that time ago.

Betty Grantham never forgot her triumph over masculinity either, and her reputation following that erotic incident had brought certain boys to her when in her teens, and returning to woodland close to that meadow with them, she'd enjoyed having them kneel before her, and beg her pleasure, for which she'd gladly masturbate them... feeling a lusty satisfaction when they shot their seed whilst she belittled them, before receiving masturbation herself from grateful fingers. She had several long term relationships later, but never married, disposing of those partners when she'd tired of them... after they'd been thoroughly dominated. Her officious nature had assisted her in the working world, seeing her to a position whereby she had superseded many males, and had women installed in positions below her, previously held by men.

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Clive had felt strangely horny, if a little nervous that day, as he prepared for an interview for a position at a large and successful organisation, knowing there were many shapely and assertive looking women there, having passed the address many times on his way to his present position. Having sent on his C. V., and then returned it a second time, when asked for more information regarding his personal status and preferences - i. e. that he was single, and had certain hobbies, he was then invited for interview. He'd felt the second request for information a little odd, in that it was somewhat probing, but had given over the information freely... something that not everyone would do, especially not some headstrong males.

He entered the foyer of the building and headed for the reception desk, where he was greeted by a stern looking woman with sixties style horn rimmed glasses, her smile at him, almost contemptuous, her puckered lips glowing as she lifted her chin and addressed him.

"Name?" Clive had expected her to ask 'How can I help' or something along those lines, but responded immediately, dismissing the thought.

"Tanner... Clive Tanner." She puckered her red lips once more, and almost sneered at him through her glasses, before turning to her screen, then picking a phone up.

"Tanner has arrived... most promptly Ms. Carter... I'll send him up.". She pointed a manicured finger with a talon-like red nail toward a flight of stairs.

"Room 5, second floor... Ms. Rosalind Carter... you could wait for the lift of course, but it may take some time." Clive headed straight for the stairs, as commanded, his cock already pulsing as females with mischievous smiles waited by the lift and ogled him as he ascended, he no more than four or five steps up, as a 'ding' announced the arrival of the lift. The stern receptionist lifted the phone again and with a satisfied smile, spoke with Ms. Carter again.

"He seems most obedient Rosalind, I'm sure you'll be passing him onto Elizabeth as a successful candidate." The Receptionist leered up at him as he ascended, her cunt already warming to the idea of having him perform some duties for her.

Rosalind Carter had been appointed by her immediate superior for her strict ways with juniors and her keen assessment of candidates, especially the male ones. She'd take no element of cheek or possible disguised or open misogyny, dismissing those ones immediately. She pouted her lips and moved her chair away from behind the desk, making sure he'd have a good view of her tight skirt, black stockinged legs, and tall heels. Her nipples bulged hard in her blouse as he knocked.

"Enter!" Clive entered, his meekness instantly notable, and pleasing the severe looking middle-aged woman that was Rosalind Carter, who already liked what she saw as he gave his name without prompting.

"Tanner... Clive Tanner." She said nothing, but pointed him to a chair opposite her, whilst wagging the elevated stiletto to draw his attention to her legs, her arousal perking as she watched him glance then swallow hard... as though being confronted by a Headmistress. As he sat she simply went straight to a question, putting it to him with a tone of matriarchal authority.

"Well Tanner, what makes you think you'll be of any use to us in the position you've applied for?" His cock perked as he tried not to look at her legs, the thought of going over her lap and being punished by her, just for being male, having him fight to keep his composure. He made his response to her question and many others before a calmer smile broke across her face and she crossed her legs the other way, just to entertain the thoughts she guessed he'd have... his responses pleasing her, already sure this was no misogynist, and thinking about having him over her lap herself, whilst her female juniors watched how to deal with masculinity.

"Well Tanner, I think you've earned the right to go before my immediate superior... I do hope you're successful." Her intimation that she perhaps favoured his company had his cock perk all the more as she lifted her phone.

"Are you available... 'Elizabeth'?... I'll send Tanner up for your pleasure." His balls tingled at her suggestive remark, her teasing smile not helping his muted thrill, and having him ponder about her studied pronunciation of the woman's name. She pursed her lips and directed him.

"The next floor up, suite 3.... Ms. Elizabeth Grantham will see you now." He wasn't sure why, but something about that surname excited him, he just couldn't grasp why. Once again he took the stairs and women peered at him, out of glass sided offices which faced the stairway, as though he were being examined. The only males he saw, seemed to be walking around, some pushing trolleys... none of them sat in offices. He was almost relieved that Suite 3 was enclosed, and he wouldn't be seen whilst interviewed. He knocked, and as per the prior response, his signal was greeted by a stern feminine voice.

"Enter!" He swallowed hard as he opened the door, and was greeted with a rear view of a buxom and shapely woman with red hair in a bun. Who stretched to replace a book on a high shelf, his cock already stirring as he took in her shape, the black stockings which graced her calves, and broad backside... then she turned, and with hand on broad hips, gave a wicked smile from pursed red lips as his face gaped on recognising a face from so many years ago. Betty!

That triumphal look illuminated her face once more as she pointed him to a chair, already demonstrating an authority over him, an authority which had his balls tingling, and had her cunt moisten immediately, as he went to the chair without her need to give any verbal command... her power over him already assured as she pouted her lips and sat at a chair placed opposite his and crossed her legs, somehow provocatively, words then breaking her satisfied smile.

"So we meet again Tanner... I knew it was you, and not simply someone with the same name..." Her eyes glowed with a serene contentment, as though about to devour him as she continued.

"... I knew it as soon as I read our special little questionnaire, put together by a very prominent psychologist... female of course..." She watched him shift awkwardly, knowing he was erecting at the tone of her voice. Tanner's mind was indeed going back to that sunny meadow, and his masturbation over it since, beginning to find the situation deliciously surreal as she moved to make her intent very clear.

"... it carried several pointers to just the sort of males we require here... those with a certain obedience, especially toward feminine authority." She grinned wickedly as she wagged the stiletto on her supported leg, her cunt hot with anticipation.

"We're gradually weeding out any male authority here, and will have a wholly feminine regime, sooner rather than later..." She let out an almost sexual sigh and stood up, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a stare which had his cock bone to a lusting rigidity at her natural authority, an authority he'd already been taught all those years ago.

"Despite what the position offered suggested, you'll be my personal assistant here... you'll be at my beck and call, and will also perform errands and tasks for other women here too." She pursed her lips and pointed a finger down to her shoes.

"Now come and kiss my feet Tanner." Clive could barely believe what he was hearing, but was compelled to obey; she'd taken control of him before, and it was more than nostalgic urge that had him wanting it again. Panting with a lewd excitement, he left his chair without hesitation, and made himself prone at the buxom redhead's feet. She sneered with satisfaction as he plied his lips to her sleek black stiletto toecaps, his balls fit to spend their seed as he felt the texture of patent leather against his lips. Her sneer broadened on seeing his obvious enthusiasm in being subdued, servile... dominated.

"I think we can confirm your application has been successful, Tanner..." She laughed cynically as he continued to worship her shoes, her cunt now thoroughly aroused at her triumph over him again.

"You'll go home now, I've done with you for today... You'll pack some things ready for a stay at our... err, 'induction course', I'll mail you the address you need to come to, and you'll be prompt." He stood, and looked at her, gasping, his erection in need of the stimulation she knew he'd award himself as soon as he was home. She said nothing else, but simply looked him in the eye with a smug grin, and pointed him to the door. He took a further long and disbelieving glance at her prim smile before leaving. As the door closed behind him, Betty was on the phone immediately, her arousal in need of further stimulation herself.

"Have Dawkins come up, and have him bring the cane with him... I want everyone he passes to know he's going to be punished for his insubordination." As Clive descended the stairs swiftly, eager to get home, he couldn't help but notice the white faced male ascending the stairs carrying a cane, nor could he miss the entourage of leering women following close behind. He'd learn that being seen with the cane was an open invitation for females of certain positions to attend a disciplining of the male in question.

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Clive had masturbated many times following the interview, in which he'd learned that he was to become no more than a lackey for the woman who'd dominated him as a girl. His mind teased him a little, about his humiliation in kissing her feet so readily... but that in turn only prompted further masturbation. His wanking continued on receiving a communication regarding the induction, directly from Betty, its tone exciting him: 'You will attend the address below at 3pm prompt, you will not be late.' He studied the address, then found it on the map page of his phone, erecting on seeing it was a somewhat grandiose mansion, the thought of what may go on there, having him spurt generously... he would not be late.

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Madam Elizabeth 'Betty' Grantham, loved the induction parties she'd become a champion of, since seeing to it that the owner of the luxurious building she now resided in - the Personnel Manager, whose position she also occupied - was well and truly dominated, and put to good use within the house he still owned in name only. On days such as this, where an induction was to take place, he was confined to a room in the attic, where he waited naked, ready to be of use to the women who'd attend.

Though the other women would not be there till 7pm, Betty would take great pleasure in re-acquainting herself with Tanner, and preparing him for his induction into what would shortly be a wholly female run organisation. Her mind went to the appointment of a Madam Belinda Gray, a 60 year old dominatrix, specially selected as the male Company President's personal assistant by her. Gray by name, and grey haired, she had made herself very meek when first appointed, but had gradually become more stern as she worked her way into the hapless male's life, slowly breaking him down and having him divulge his intimate thoughts. Betty's cunt tingled on reading the latest report from her... femininity was on the brink of absolute control of the company.

With her sex nicely moist, her mind went back to Tanner, his imminent arrival, and the lusty memory of having him sniff at her arousal in the meadow all those years ago. She grinned wickedly as she toyed with a leather collar and leash, she'd have him thank her for that day in the meadow by having him lick her cunt in earnest this time.

Clive Tanner waited nervously outside the entrance to the grandiose residence, having arrived by taxi some fifteen minutes earlier. As he studied his watch and the passing of minutes, he had plenty of time to ponder his fate, and erected hard at the thought of being owned by the girl who'd already owned his mind for so long. He swallowed hard as he stepped forward at two minutes to three, pacing up the long drive to the front door. He rang the bell at three on the dot, and gasped as the door swung open immediately, greeted by a sneering Betty dressed in a leather skirt, black stockings, and on her tallest heels... and holding the leather collar and leash. She half sighed as she barked at him, in no mood for unnecessary reintroductions.

"In!" Tanner obeyed immediately, his cock already firmly erect with anticipation as she pointed him to her shoes.

"Kiss my feet!... I'm going to have you thank me for choosing you all those years ago..." He went down immediately and plied his lips to her leather once more, longing to be made to sniff at her cunt again. His balls tingled wildly as she made another command.

"Strip!... I want you collared and leashed immediately!" She laughed at him as he struggled with buttons and zips in his haste to be naked for her, his cock now boning rigid as it was exposed. She sighed with pleasure as she slipped the leather collar about his neck, her cunt wet with arousal as she buckled it tight, then gave a smart tug on the leash as he knelt at her feet.

"Just think yourself privileged to wear my collar, only three men have worn it before, two who are now put to good use at the company, and one who thought he could take me for a wife... I sold him after he was dominated." She chuckled cynically at the thought as she led the male she'd dominated before weddings and relationships were even thought of, longing to face sit him again... but she'd make sure he was good and ready for it. His longing to worship in every way kept his manhood stiffly erect as he watched her broad backside bustle in the leather skirt as her purposeful stride on stockinged legs and heels, legs which had once straddled him in triumph so long ago, led him through finely decorated hallways and up ornate stairs.

His ascent at the stairs was punctuated by pauses, in which she stood over him smiling, knowing that a couple of stairs above, and he on all fours, allowed him a gratuitous look up that leather skirt, her broad thighs clad in stocking tops and suspenders, her black panties that were now wet with arousal, contrasting with her pale flesh and having his cock pulse close to spending on the deliciously surreal reality that she was to dominate him again... hopefully perpetually. She grinned wickedly after each pause, then tugged him on by the leash, confirming her control over him as his pained knees followed her ascent in utter obedience. As they approached a door which it was apparent they'd enter, she sneered with smug contentment.

"Many males have entered this house at my behest, and that of other women of the company..." She laughed wickedly as she swung the door open to a luxuriously appointed bedroom.

"... not one of them left as the same male they were on entry... some kept here for weeks until they were made suitable for purpose." She gave him a look of sneering contempt as she stood by the end of the bed, and I did her leather skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor.

"... you'll not be here that long of course... any woman can see you're a submissive wimp already..." His cock perked all the more, dribbling pre-cum as her cruel, but true, words teased the burning submissive desire he had for her especially. Her grin broadened at his silent stare, unable to deny it, and already bound to an obedient silence by her power over him, as she teased him further.

"... I of course, know first hand, just what a wimp you are... and always have been." His silence was broken by a gasp as she eased her panties off, making sure he had a good view of their removal as she slipped them down her long legs and past her stilettos with deliberation. She watched his eyes illuminate as with a curt smile, she took the panties and slipped them over his head, ensuring the gusset which had known the arousal of her cunt and the spice of her pucker, was tented by his nose and would know the delightfully mingled aromas of both. She laughed spitefully as his eyes closed, while he snorted the soiled fabric on and out, consumed by the heady fragrances which had his cock perk high by the command of her scent, and the curt humiliation of it.

"Doesn't that smell good?, just as you remember it maybe, from that first time in the meadow?..." She sneered as she watched him continue to snort with his cock poking high in boning rigidity, intoxicated by the deliciously seasoned whiff of her cunt and arsehole, his mind taken back to the humiliation he'd suffered at her hands then... and longing to spend his seed in thanks that she'd imposed her dominance on him then, and would continue it now. She sneered again curtly, fingering her hot cunt as she took relished that imposition upon him, which made him ready for her now.

"... of course, my scent's a little more potent now, don't you think?" He had no time to answer as her curt laughter continued whilst she reached for something from the bed, clutching it tightly in both hands, and grinning at him mischievously as his eyes took in her look of pertly feminine dominance. He gasped through the gusset as she let the object emerge from her fingers with a wicked smile... his anus tingling uncontrollably at seeing a generously proportioned butt-plug in her hands.

Betty showed him the broadly circumferenced but smooth polished silver anal plug, and grinned with spiteful satisfaction as he continued to gasp through the scented gusset at its generous dimensions.

"You'll wear this perpetually when in my presence... and not!..." The dominant redhead pointed him to the floor, with a commanding flick of her manicured finger.

"Arse high!". Her cunt tingled with a deep sense of erotic pleasure, she, cruelly smug at her dominance and his obedience to her as he obeyed without question... his cock now poking more rigid than ever at the expectancy of the intrusion he knew he couldn't avoid.

"... this will keep you keen to the fact that I own you now... and it'll also remind you of how we met all those years ago in the meadow... its presence confirming it was always your destiny to be owned by me... and you were from that moment on." His sense of absolute defeat to her, had his balls tingle in a submissive worship of that fact, as her words sank in, and he felt one of her firm and commanding hands slip down his scrotum neck and grasp those balls, clutching them tightly enough to affirm her control. but not cause discomfort. She sneered with satisfaction on feeling his cock pulse and perk in submissive excitement, dominated.

"Mine. I believe... you'll show absolute obedience to me, if you want to keep them.. it's not like I haven't castrated a male before." Clive's rigid cock dribbled a thread of pre-cum at the thought; he did not intend to lose his balls... but then it was set in stone he would show absolute obedience to her, he was powerless to the dominance she'd had over him - even in the years of her absence - and he now longed for that plug. She smirked with a wicked anticipation of her own as she teased his exposed pucker with the pointed nub of the shiny and broadly circumferenced comforter.

"Have you ever been butt-plugged before?..." She knew full well he wouldn't have, and pursed her lips with satisfaction as he silently shook his pantie clad head in an obedient response.

"... then you'll find this most rewarding... not only will it keep you keen, it'll tease your prostate with every movement... having you long to come in submission in the most innocuous of circumstances..." She sighed with pert and purposeful vigour as she eased the generous plug in, her clitoris poking hard in dominant sexual pleasure as he shuddered and groaned whilst his pucker was spread wide in servile acceptance, the feeling of fear of her dominance exquisite, on his anus being taken close to splitting by its maximum girth, held wide as in a state of fear as she continued to taunt as it was eased in.

"... I've seen males come spontaneously at dinner parties, whilst simply sat with their owners in company... the stimulation of the plug having them recognise their absolute enslavement to their owner, regardless of the situation... and earning them a thrashing for disobedience when the party is over." Clive could understand that scenario perfectly, as with the bulbous intruder now fully inserted, even the tapered end before the flat and brightly polished stopper, kept his anus nicely wide... and ensuring a permanent reverence to the woman who'd installed it there.

Madam Elizabeth Grantham, 'Betty', was now more than ready to know her first orgasm at her subservient pet's expense, and as he grimaced in getting used to the girth of the plug teasing at both anus and prostate whilst its metallic body warmed to his body heat, she pulled the panties from his head and tossed them aside.

"On the bed!.. lie down on your back!... I'm going to have finish what I longed to happen all those years ago..." She slapped his flesh and sighed with a wanton sexual desire as he scurried in obedience to the bed, and lay back, his member standing like a flagpole as the buxom redhead straddled him, and waddled forward toward his head till her sumptuously broad thighs lipped across his shoulders, her knees either side of his face.

"Have a good sniff of my cunt!... It'll smell a lot more fragrant than it did back then!..." With his legs outstretched and pinned down by Betty's impressive body, the butt-plug came into its own as he tensed to lift his head and sniff hard at her deliciously moistened slot, the bulb teasing at his prostate as he took in the lush scent of dominance, a spice, which along with the position he was in, took him right back to the meadow, and had him longing to cum in surrender to her. She sneered with sexual contentment at his laboured efforts and enthusiasm to snort at the heavenly whiff... then eased herself forward to push his head down, and consume the lower half of his face.

"I'm going to ride your face now... and have the satisfaction you owe me from back then." She first laughed as he snorted and spluttered in erotic enthusiasm as the folds of her cunt gloved the protrusion of his nose, then she sighed with a lusty contentment of her own as his eyes stared up at her in submission as she began to grind her Womanhood into his face, ensuring it was put to good use in stimulating her clitoris. His cock pulsed and perked in a submissive heaven, wishing more than ever that he was back on the grass of that meadow, humiliated by her before a crowd, as he was forced to sample her now mature cunt at her behest, his balls fit to burst out their contents as he descended into a heavenly aura of submissive eroticism at the command she had over him, and the tastes and textures of her womanhood. As her grinding moved to a purposeful rhythm, she began to groan with pleasure as she goaded him.

"Ohhh god!.... ohhh!... you're mine now.... mine, and I'm going to see you humiliated every day for the rest of your life!... Ohhh!" He was forced to fight for breath as she came, her labia spreading across his face as the folds slipped across its entirety, the lubrication slick and plentiful, her arsehole coming forward and gracing his mouth too, having him wish her orgasm would last forever as he spluttered and lapped at her juices. She reached a dominant heaven of her own as her orgasm peaked, then moaning repetitively, eventually ground to a satisfied halt, panting and sighing in satisfaction. She grinned wickedly on feeling his hips hump the air behind her, desperate to come as she slid her cunt from his face, and then sneered at seeing his messy face, wet and shiny with her juices.

"Well... you've tasted my cunt in earnest for the first time... now you'll ick my arsehole.". He gasped as she lifted her thighs, and then turned to face the other way, chuckling cynically as she slowly flexed her knees and descended her fleshy buttock to his face, pulling the cheeks wide to award him a good view of her pucker, stopping with it just an inch or so from his nose.

"You have a good good sniff at what you're going to get... I'll bet it's nice and savoury after the heat of my orgasm." She watched his standing cock pulse in need of stimulation as he sniffed hard at the spice of her anus, hot, sweaty, deliciously ripe. He inhaled through his nose, harder and harder, the musty odours of her pucker taking him near delirium in his desire to lick it in absolute worship, its perfume thrilling him. She smirked with smug satisfaction as she let him hear the words she knew he longed to hear, as she lowered her ample backside to his face.

"You'll lick it now, outside and in... I want that tongue nice and deep, I want a thorough clean!" He almost came spontaneously as she settled her fleshy cheeks on his face, leaving his nose to poke up from between the soft cleavage of her cheeks... and her brown and sod softly ribbed pucker tight against his lips. He snorted hard through the cleft of her buttocks as his tongue tasted her ring for the first time, the tangs delicious as he licked eagerly around the fragrant flesh, making her gasp with the thrill of it, and having made sure the pucker was licked nicely clean, he dared probe the hot and spicy opening to her anus, having her squeeze her buttocks down on him in anticipation.

"That's it!... get your tongue in deep... know your place below me!" He felt her anus grip at his tongue in pleasure... then felt her hand grab his boning cock.

"You'll come for me now... come in absolute submission to me!" He jutted his tongue into the welcoming smoothness of her anus, at the feel of her hand grasping his shaft, the stimulation unbelievable as she teased at his bell with her manicured fingers, her feet clasping the sides of his head as she say hard on his face, having him know she was in complete control of him, his mind going to near ecstasy already at the tangy taste and lush textures of her arsehole... and grunting through the flesh of her smothering cheeks, he announced the coming surrender of his seed in her honour. She sneered in triumph on hearing the noise and feeling the urgency in his cock as she teased it, and ensured he'd come plentifully.

"Come for me!... Come in thanks for my dominating you at the meadow!..." She laughed haughtily as he groaned in ecstasy, tongue deep in her anus, dominated, he shot his cream in a divinely submissive ecstasy, the token of his surrender spurting from his bell as she squeezed it at it, his orgasm intense as her anus squeezed at his tongue, and her commanding hand ensured he gave up every last drop of seed to her, as he goading continued.

"... you'll be able to tell your new work colleagues how you came when they arrive... I can't wait to show you off." Her words had him empty his balls more than thoroughly, the thought of that humiliation thrilling the last spurts of seed from him. She laughed as she squeezed his spent cock while he continued to probe at her anus, more than thankful for her taking command of it, and sniffing wildly between her cleft as he recovered. She eased her cheeks from his face, and turning, she tugged him up on the leash with her left hand, and offered her right to his face.

"Lick it off... now!" She grinned with spiteful contentment as the tongue which had serviced her arsehole, was now plied to her fingers, he not hesitating to lick his own seed from her fingers, her grin intensifying at each messy globule being consumed by him. His submission thrived on her dominance over him, and he could feel his cock already beginning to perk again at her control over him. When her hand had been sufficiently cleaned, she left the bed, and tugged him off it by the leash. As he was walked to a tall but low set window, the movement of the butt-plug further stimulated his cock, bringing a semi erection to his spent cock as Betty tied his leash to a table leg by the window, and had him kneel looking out of it.

"While I'm having a shower, you'll see your new working colleagues arrive... they're going to be delighted to see you." She laughed as she strutted away to the shower, and Clive swallowed hard, as sure enough, cars began to arrive at the parking area below... and many sultry women, mostly middle-aged, strutted pompously to the door, ensuring his cock rose to a second erection.

Her shower accomplished, Betty emerged behind him, and he gasped as he turned his head to see the buxom redhead was now wearing a skin-tight latex cat suit, carrying a short but flexible horse whip and long black boots laying over one arm. Her smile was radiant at seeing his gape, and she pulled a chair over near the window, and sat her delectably broad backside on it. Peering through the window, she beamed with further satisfaction.

"I see everybody has arrived... you'll help me on with my boots, then I'm going to enjoy humiliating you in front of them." She sneered with dominant lust as she tossed the left boot to him, and offered him her latex clad leg. He fumbled a little with it, earning him a sharp flick with her whip.

"You'll need get some practice in... there's several women in the company who are going to want to borrow you and your services... you'll have to help dress them too." His cock now returned to its rigid glory at that promise, and he slid the boot on, and and swallowed hard at the delightful feel of her leg as he zipped the boot up to the knee. On fitting the other, she stood tall over him, and flicked his backside cheeks with her whip as she tensioned his leash,

"Come, let's have the girls enjoy what you've been reduced to!" The plug saw to it that his erection was maintained admirably, as he waddled on all fours beside the woman who now owned him, and after a painful flight of stairs, he was led into a huge hall, where a resounding applause met their entry. He blushed red at the feeling of all eyes on him, and the sound of curt and cynical laughter from many women intermingled with that applause, the sneering of women so apparent to him, thrilled at seeing a male put firmly in his place, leashed, naked, butt-plugged.

The humiliation was excruciating, but thrilling for him also, especially when he recognised the sneers of the horn-rimmed receptionist, and Rosalind Carter, two women who'd seen him clothed, and now had the pleasure of seeing him duly and deservedly reduced, naked and dominated. It was then that he realised that the latex cat suits was uniformly adopted for such occasions; the two women whom he knew from the interview, looking ripely seductive and dominant in theirs, each feminine curve and bulge expressed wonderfully... as they toyed with their stiff whips and smiled upon his downfall, and wondered on their turn to have his services.

Betty flicked his poking buttocks as she paraded him in shame, making sure every woman there got a good view of his erection and the shiny base of his butt-plug, and was about to announce the confirmation of him becoming the company's latest pet, when the hall was hushed by a late arrival to the function. A pretty office junior, shrieked with a certain joy, as her cat suited figure flexed deliciously on holding a door open, a wicked smile on her face.

"The Company President has arrived!"

The president! The women laughed and jeered as the mature but pertly dominant Madam Belinda Gray, sauntered into the room in high dudgeon, her pomposity exquisite, as she proudly led in a naked and gagged male on all fours and on a long and studded leather leash. The humiliation of the male who had been Company President, and would now cede that position to a woman, was guaranteed on being told by the sneering Madam Gray before entering, that he was to be shown to the entire female staff for what he was - an owned, dominated, and worthless male. His portly body wobbled and shuddered in acute embarrassment as he attempted to keep pace with the woman who'd stealthily worked her way into his life, had him realise the divine pleasures of being dominated by a woman, and taken complete control of him.

The ball gag did little to hide his reddened face which matched the reddened and striped cheeks of his buttocks, testament to his having been caned most thoroughly by the stern woman who was about half his weight, and many years older. Swinging from between those striped buttocks was an asses tail decoration, attached to a generous anal plug, to both enhance his feeling of being owned, in permanent fashion, and to further humiliate him visually. Despite his acute embarrassment at being owed by a petit grey haired lady and being shown on a leash to every woman there by her, his cock poked down rigid from balls ringed at the scrotum neck with a silver clasp, his urge to come, at being humiliated, overwhelming. Betty and the other women thoroughly enjoying his parading in defeat to womanhood, and they'd have him sniff and lick every cunt there, in confirmation of his new status as a submissive toy.

Tanner's gawp was wider than ever at seeing just how potent the power of dominant womanhood was, in removing a male from such an elite position by sexual prowess, his cock boning at its potency as the women continued to laugh at and belittle the once powerful male. Betty sighed with a lusty arousal building up, after she'd offered the hapless male her scathing laughter as he shown to his feminine betters.

"The company is ours now ladies... and the ex-president will now serve us all! Tanner's cock pulsed in need of spurting, so potent was the eroticism of the shaming pageant. The President had not known the humiliation of the meadow, as he had, but it had come very sweetly... as would he, when allowed to masturbate at the feet of the woman who'd imposed her authority over him as a girl.