Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 11

Gray's cock returned to a full erection despite having already indulged in the luxury of two ejaculations earlier in the day as he was pulled naked over a chair, his ankles bound to the rear legs, his wrists to the front ones. He would receive the cane from the young ginger Hattie while Ella, Constance, and Penelope Minter and the maid Lorna looked on enthusiastically. Having been relieved of the husband she knew forever, knowing that the man she received back would be an unrecognisable and cowering slave, she was warming nicely to the feminine company she now kept, company which had no need for males other than for the service and pleasure they could offer.

Her cunt tingled sweetly as she sat back and watched Gray do exactly as he was told without question; he had stripped completely naked without expressing any shame about the healthy erection he displayed, this was the expected norm for a male about to be chastised, and had bent over the chair obediently while he was strapped to it. He would now be caned by a ginger girl, just for their pleasure.

Ella lifted her chin as she looked on at her new household member with growing pride, Hattie viewing Gray's bare inviting arse as she flexed the cane, her nipples poking like buttons through the fabric of her frock as she sneered spitefully, impatient to thrash him again and please both herself and her Mistress. Ella put her hand on Mrs. Minter's knee and smiled at her before addressing Hattie.

'You may cane him now Hattie, ensure he knows better than to be so rude next time.' Penelope was astounded at Ella's nonchalant indifference as the spiteful girl showed Gray who was the superior in swiping his arse so vigorously, his groans as the stinging cane bit home made her cunt tingle and she could not keep her eyes from the spectacle. Ella however, turned and engaged Constance, Lorna, and then her in conversation.

'Gray does not really require such chastisement, but he enjoys it as much as Hattie is enjoying dominating him. You can expect your ex-husband to be equally obedient and just as eager to be punished and humiliated before an audience when he returns as your houseboy. Oh, I understand you have an ambition to act, I would love to have you join our thespian group; it will give me even more scope to introduce you to males who will suit your new lifestyle, none of us are very good, but we enjoy it immensely; it's a way of flaunting our freedom before males who are yet to see the light.' Penelope was thrilled, she had covertly joined such a group before, and Minter had beaten her when he found out what she had been doing; his opinion was that all actresses were sluts and prostitutes, he would not allow her to have anything to do with it.

'I'd be delighted! Thank you so much.' Her eyes went back to Gray and she smiled curtly as she noticed his cock was as stiff as it could get, poking rudely through the slats in the chair back, the pleasure of being humiliated by a young girl overriding the pain he endured. Penelope's cunt tingled as she thought of how excited the girl must be also. She blushed a little then turned to Ella.

'Will she enjoy his relief after he's punished? He certainly looks 'penitent' ' Ella laughed at her gentle euphemism.

'Of course, and he will please her too; a woman should always thoroughly enjoy her sexual domination, he will show her to her new room where he'll give his thanks in full. I can see it's going to be a great deal of fun introducing you to our ways!'. Her 'late' husband's comforts would be somewhat harsher.

Minter writhed in the sticky patch of his own creation, his cock firmly erect and with his anus tingling with fear, a strange anticipation as the coffin cart trundled into the rear courtyard of Arachne House. The gates were slammed shut behind it with a resounding clang, the sound bringing home his capture... by women; his cock boned as he thought of Hope and her severe promise. Faith moved the cart sideways on to the rear doors of the building, so as her captive could fully enjoy the moment as he was received for conversion to an obedient male. The doors opened and out stepped Hope in her tightly girdled black, whip in hand, accompanied by several stern matrons and eagerly grinning maids. Faith stepped down to greet her.

'We had a splendidly arduous journey, I managed to attract much attention in traversing cabs, carts and omnibuses along the way; he will have had a good final look at the society he was once a proud member of, my cunt is quite wet with the pleasure, I should love to have him lick it clean as a parting gesture.' Hope sneered as she looked at the coffin being lifted from the cart by the eager maids.

'You have certainly earned his thanks, and as a wife beater his treatment is to begin immediately. I too am anxious to have him take the scent of my arsehole before the feminisation kit is awarded him; I trust you will treat him to that fine whip, I expect he has messed several times in the box, partly due at least to the sound of it.'

Minter writhed in his bonds in the coffin, his cock more than ready to shoot again as he took in their clearly audible conversation. The box was taken into a large room followed by the entourage of smiling and severe women. The lid was lifted and a terrified but equally excited Minter was greeted by the sight of a stern matron with a large syringe. Hope sneered as she gripped her whip tight, and turned to Faith who was ready for her indulgence at the captive's expense.

'Being a wife-beater there is much of the beast in him, this tranquiliser will subdue his remaining ire while it is beaten from him, but will not reduce his sensual appreciations of what is happening to him. It will in no way spoil our enjoyment of his treatment.' The women laughed as Minter squirmed and kicked in the box in a futile protest. He was held firm by the stern maids and they all took great pleasure in seeing him buck as the matron pierced his buttocks with the needle and slowly eased the the plunger down, thoroughly enjoying her moment in taking complete control of him.

As he was lifted from the box he noticed that the women were all smiling and looking to the end of the room, encouraging his eyes to follow as he still struggled in futile fashion. His cock pulsed and boned hard as he saw a full woman's outfit with long wig on a dressmaker's stand. Hope's word 'feminisation' came back to him with a renewed terror now he had an idea of the shame he would be tormented with. The women were delighted with the look on his face, Hope in particular.

'Oh yes, the treatment for wife beaters is severe both physically and psychologically; we'll have you out on the street as a woman within the hour, but first you'll have a delightful introduction to your physical treatment.' The matron increased his humiliation as he was lifted clear from the box. She crossed her arms in haughty fashion.

'See the mess he's made in the box; why! he must have shot the entire contents of his balls! I trust you'll teach him to control them Mistress Hope, or they shall have to come off.' Her dark humour was met with laughter all round, and further verbal torment from Hope.

'Immediate castration is reserved for rapists, our wife beater will retain his balls and become enslaved by them; I trust you have the rings and truss ready for his penile modification?, we'll soon have him ready to enjoy his view of life from a woman's perspective.' Minter writhed in a mixture of terror and sexual excitement, trying his best to fight the effects of the drug which he could now feel beginning to assail his senses, as he was laid down on a thin padded bench in full view of the divinely feminine costume. His attention was quickly diverted from it as both Hope and Faith stood close, undid their skirts to let them drop to the floor, and revealed that they both wore no underwear. His balls tingled at the glorious sight of two bold pairs of rounded hips, deliciously fleshy mature thighs, and the teasing slits of two nicely aroused and needy cunts. Faith grinned wickedly at Minter as she posed in the tight waisted black riding top and short black boots with ornate spurs which accentuated the full feminine shape of her naked lower body, horsewhip in hand.

'We'll have that gag off now. He'll taste my cunt and arsehole before he tastes my whip; I'll teach him for spending his seed at its sound, he'll know the pleasure of its feeling as a taste of what's to come.' The gleeful maids held his legs and arms on the narrow bench while face up, and a stern matron removed his gag. Minter tried to utter something now his mouth was free, he was not sure whether to curse or beg the mercy of the women, such was the effect of the drug, but either way no sound came out. He would have had little time anyway; Faith straddled him and his cock stood like a flagpole as he viewed the delicious sight of the copious quantity of flesh, a wet cunt and hot brown arsehole descending gracefully to meet his senses of smell and taste. Faith gave his nose and mouth a good sample of her arousal and anal scent which had built up nicely as she rode the coffin cart to its destination, rubbing herself back and forth and making Minter gasp and splutter as her juices flowed. She settled forward and rubbed her clitoris with her pucker planted firmly over his mouth.

'I'll have that tongue up my arsehole now, then you shall know the whip.' Minter grappled with his own mind in an effort to disobey, but found his tongue jutting eagerly into the hot spice of the mature woman's anus, his cock throbbing with a strange perverse pleasure as he submitted to her domination. He also ceased to wriggle, overcome by a combination of the drug and pure feminine authority. Faith lifted her head and sighed with satisfaction as she indulged in a lush orgasm, prompted by the thrusting tongue and the promise of whipping its owner. She dismounted, only partially sated.

'Turn him!' The maids slipped and rolled the messy faced Minter on to his front. Still bound, he now felt the first sweet pleasures of true submission as his cock pulsed below him and the mature woman thrashed him soundly with the horsewhip. As the keen sound of the lash and the ripple of his flesh with each cut filled the room, his bleary eyes caught the sight of the maids and matrons bustling as he bucked in pain, carrying in bowls and towels, one with a tray. Faith grinned with pleasure as she delivered the final stroke, leaving him quivering as the pain radiated through his red buttocks, but making no further attempt to struggle against his bonds. The whipping had brought him close to delivering his seed but he was denied; Hope would have the pleasure of bringing it from him before his spiteful captors. The redhead rubbed her slit as she announced the next step in his preparation.

'Untie him and prepare his flesh for costume.' Minter now made no effort to protest as the army of stern maids in black assailed his body, releasing his bonds and setting about him with scissors and razors on lathering his entire body; they giggled and sneered as his head and body were quickly stripped of the burden of bodily and facial hair. His head was clipped close with scissors then shaven, even his eyebrows were swiftly reduced to a fine line, his cock boned rudely as the gentle hands delighted in holding it firm as his genitals were razored smooth along with chest, buttocks, arms and legs in a swift and practiced operation by the maids. A strange pleasure enveloped his senses as he slipped smooth in the soapy lubrication on the padded bench. Towelled down, he was now ready to come for the first time before the women who would reduce him to the slave required by his wife and all women.

Hope moved to the head of the bench as he lay face down, he felt her warmth and could smell her delicate feminine scent.

'Thank you ladies. He looks every inch the corpse he has officially become, now we shall begin his resurrection.' As Minter's face was lifted to greet the spice of Hope's arousal, two maids each with a hand beneath his smoothly shaven chin, his mind rankled with the 'corpse' description; true he had been brought here in a coffin, but he knew the women were not to dispose of him, what could she mean? Hope put her hand behind his freshly shaven head as she took his nose into the wet cleft of her ginger cunt, allowing him a good sniff in preparation for his whipping; he would become very familiar with the scent of her sex whilst being processed. As his cock boned below him, stimulated by the spice of the dominant woman who was to break his spirit, he heard movement behind her. She released his head but the maids held his chin up as she moved aside.

His already boning cock was close to shooting as his eyes were greeted by two tightly corseted matrons in black, each holding surgical trays. The sneering women stood either side of the dressmaker's stand which displayed the outfit he was doomed to wear. The inanimate dress dolly seemed to have a presence of its own, the purple bodice and long silky skirt somehow mocking its prospective wearer. The grinning maids held his chin firm and high as Hope thrashed his smooth buttocks with the whip, the two haughty matrons meeting his bewildered looks with eyes that showed nothing but contempt, and their eagerness to play their part in taking him further down. The stinging pain of Hope's whip soon melted into a divine pleasure, enhanced by the drug and a growing sense of defeat and submission he could no longer fight; the dominant redhead had delivered no more than seven or eight strokes when his cock and balls began to tingle deliciously.

Minter felt a pleasure the level of which he had never experienced before as his smooth torso sucked at the padded bench while he squirmed and moaned under the whip, his cock pulsing in ecstasy as he was forcibly made to view the stern matrons and the looming dolly, the hot seed bursting from his rigid cock in plentiful spurts. The matrons grinned with satisfaction as his face contorted with the divine luxury of his orgasm, which was extended and magnified as the maids applauded and jeered his spasms in surrendering the contents of his balls; the humiliating sound of their pleasure making him spend for what seemed to him to be an exquisite eternity. Beaten and drained of his seed, he was allowed no respite, two low tables were drawn up, the matrons placed the trays on one and Minter was pulled from the sticky patch on the bench and ordered to kneel before the other; he found himself doing so, meekly and without protest. Hope grinned wickedly as she lay her whip down.

'We must do this swiftly, he will be erect again in no time.' Minter had thought he would be prepared for anything, but the sight of what lay on the trays made his anus tingle with fear; a spiteful looking pair of piercing pliers in a glass of clear alcohol, two inch wide silver rings with a small gap; the ends capped with small silver balls, a short silver chain with small rings at each end and a monstrous object looking like the front end of a horse's cock with a half inch silver ring attached to its flat end. A belted leather thong with small pouch completed the ominous set of objects.

He was swiftly made to lean forward at the table, maids holding him firm, one holding his head so that he was forced to witness proceedings. His flaccid cock was drawn across the table and one of the sneering matrons took great pleasure in showing him the piercing tool. Her nipples poked proudly through the fabric of her tight top as she pulled his foreskin toward her, and with much emphasis and deliberation, smartly pierced his stretched foreskin in two places, leaving four holes either side of where it would slide past his bell end when erect. The women grinned with spiteful pleasure as he gasped at the surprisingly dull pain that each piercing awarded him. His face was held toward the table by the gleeful women as the silver balled rings were popped through the two holes, Minter now panting heavily. Hope smiled with satisfaction.

'We must be extra swift with the next application, else he'll erect and make it difficult.' The ring at one end of the chain was slipped over one of the rings located in his foreskin and the cock object was taken from the tray. Hope savoured the moment.

'Bend over!' Minter did as he was told, his still flaccid and ringed cock trailing the small chain below him. The eager women all gathered close to enjoy the moment as hope fed the chain through the ring at the rear of the cock object and looped the chain's silver end ring over the other ring which pierced his foreskin. Minters cock began to swell on realising the object was an anal plug; he was terrified because the chain was so short. The maids took much pleasure in holding him firm as Hope eclipsed their pleasure in cruelly pulling his cock back under his crotch by the chain, squeezing his balls tight up against it, then forcing the plug deep into his anus. Minter gasped and cried in discomfort as the plug was pushed firmly home, the tight chain pulling his cock firmly under his crotch by the rings through his foreskin, his balls splayed by the captive cock up between his legs. The leather thong was slung below his crotch, the small pouch offering support to his balls, and looped through its belt at the back, the thin leather thong tight in the crack of his arse, ensuring the plug remained deep in his anus.

The women now bustled about him, as he fought to control the strange pleasure that the rude invader of his anus gave him, the fitting of a tight corset taking his mind from it momentarily as a stern matron put a boot to his back and heaved on the ties to reduce his waist most painfully, short boots were slipped on to his feet: at 5 feet 9 inches he was not a large man, but he would be a tall woman. Hope delighted in gagging him, she would not chance any protest in public, and the public would not know the tell-tale voice of a male. The matrons sneered with pleasure as the purple bodice was done up over the brazier with false breasts and the long flowing skirt was pulled up to greet it. A brunette wig was pulled upon his head, a little make up applied to his eyes, and a white masking veil was tied below his nose to cover the gag he now mumbled in utter shame through. A bonnet with a face covering chiffon veil was placed on his head, and he was shown to a full length mirror.

The women applauded again as Minter gasped at the shapely woman who looked back at him from the mirror; his cock bulged in an erection in its captive position, his bell-end sweetly teased by the rings through the foreskin, he new he was to be taken out in public as a woman, and would be in danger of shooting his load through the simple action of walking. Hope removed her black top.

'Well wife beater, now you shall enjoy the humiliation of being a woman in some of the less salubrious areas of London, I shall fetch some suitable clothing and a couple of friends who will know just where to take us.' She disappeared through a door and left the matrons and maids to parade him about, encouraging him to adopt a feminine posture; his mind swam in a turmoil as he was taunted, and found that the position of his cock and balls, aided by the tight intruder to his anus, made him adopt a feminine walk almost naturally.

Hope returned adorned in a crimson outfit with rouged cheeks and scarlet lipstick, looking every inch a common street whore. With her were two similarly attired madams, one in black and gold, the other in a deep violet with pink trim; both were made up to a degree which would not be becoming of an upright Victorian lady, but obviously with the intention of attracting the male of the species. Hope smiled sternly as they grinned at Minter while the male was walked most reluctantly outside to a waiting cab, the team of matrons and maids clapping at the result of their efforts and drowning the sound of the grunts he made through the gag in protest. In just one hour, the wife beater had been delivered, whipped, modified, and transformed. He was aghast as the cab driver looked with leering eyes at all four women.