Ella's House of The Way Forward Ch. 08

As the doors to the laundry room were opened, Gray was immediately hit by the steamy warmth which wafted out. Inside, three women with short whips bustled in their long dresses, overseeing several naked and collared males who toiled with the bundles of sheets and clothing. The three women were surprised by this unusual visit, and marvelled at seeing Hope in her black lace. Her nipples protruded through the thin material as two of the males were also overcome at seeing her full breasts on display; their cocks rose rudely at being treated to a vision of the dominant woman that they could only previously have dreamed of. Hope smiled curtly with satisfaction and allowed them to achieve full erections, then turned to matron.

"Take the names of these two; they shall know the kiss of the bull-whip at the post tomorrow at noon, they have shown a complete lack of self-control and will pay for their impudence." The two were then herded away to the cells with the others, still erect; both would resist the urge to masturbate that night, and would spend willingly at the post in ecstasy, courtesy of the mean whip wielded by the woman whose image that night would remain in their memories long beyond their punishment.

Gray felt over exposed as he now became the centre of attraction on the return of the stern matron, who returned the nods of the three laundry women; yes, they were correct in recognising Ella's pet. Gray was now left kneeling at the feet of two stern women in lace, and four more more in stern black dresses. The three laundry women were use to dominating their charges but this was a real treat; all three were very sticky from their day whipping and commanding in the steam of the laundry. Kate grinned and pulled his leash tight as Hope explained their appearance.

"Gray here was passed on to me this evening by his mistress, he has disgraced himself before many women tonight. He was hanged for the pleasure of those women and believed he was to die; in feeling so, he took the liberty of emptying his balls without permission and will be punished for it." One of the girls rubbed her cunt with her whip handle and looked down at Gray with a sneer.

"Oh I should have loved to have seen him hanged, that would have been so exhilarating; did he beg for his life?" Hope smiled.

"He was not given the option, and he went willingly to the noose in absolute submission; he thoroughly enjoyed being bound and prepared by Kate, and danced in ecstasy for the women." The women's cunts tingled as they imagined the spectacle; one of them, a buxom brunette of about twenty, who knew Kate, was full of admiration as she rubbed herself through her thick skirts.

"Kate! I am so envious, the pleasure that must have given you; to place the rope and have him know he was to hang at your pleasure." She looked at the kneeling Gray, whose cock had maintained a semi-erection, and now bobbed erect at their taunts; she smiled wickedly.

"If only you'd been allowed to watch him die; that would have been exquisite." Kate pulled at the waist band of her soiled knickers.

"Yes, that would have been a pleasure beyond anything I've known, but he didn't die, he spent without permission; as pleasing as that was he will be punished. He is guilty of that, and he is also guilty of making me spoil my knickers; this is why we are here, he will lick them clean while you watch. I suspect he is now also guilty of spoiling yours too; he'll lick yours clean as well, and refresh you with his tongue while Hope and I watch. He will then be taken for a caning where he is welcome to disgrace himself without permission." The stern matron coughed politely; Hope smiled as Kate began to wriggle out of her knickers.

"Why of course matron, yes, you too; the whiff of a well-seasoned cunt and asshole will help him spend liberally when he is thrashed vigorously." Her words and the thought of the caning made Gray's anus tingle with fear and a deep sense of submissive pleasure, but first he would face sweet humiliation softened by the rich scents and tastes of dominant femininity; his cock stiffened, much to the delight of the women, as Kate's hot and spoiled black silk knickers slid down her legs. She stood brazen and unashamed in displaying her moist ginger cunt, the other women smiling at her bold confidence, as she looked down on the male she dominated so easily and with a spite that made their cunts swell. She stepped one spiked boot from the knickers and held them under Gray's nose with the other.

"You will now show these ladies how a male should clean every woman's underwear, being responsible for their spoilt state. You'll lick mine clean first and then you'll show your respects to each of these women by first cleaning their's and then refreshing where they were soiled. Only then will you be allowed to enjoy a caning from Mistress Hope and I." The women sneered and tittered, rubbing their cunts through their dresses as they watched the owners own pet belittled by her maid, and soon to be humiliated by them, her laundry maids. Gray thought nothing of their status, he had already learned that all women were superior to any male as he gratefully sniffed at the spicy gusset, before licking at the delightful feminine secretions; his cock bone hard as the taste and scent of dominant ginger cunt and spicy asshole was complemented by the taunts and sneers of four more women who would witness his submission. He now yearned for the spite of Hope and Kate's canes, and the submissive orgasm he knew he would enjoy when thrashed.

Kate watched with pleasure as he duly licked her gusset clean of the heady perfume left by her cunt, and the hot spice of her asshole. She toed them away when satisfied his tongue had worshipped them enough, and tugged his leash toward the first of the three girls who lifted her skirts eagerly. The other two and matron continued to rub themselves as they watched in anticipation of their turns, ensuring their knickers were suitably spiced for cleansing. The first girl dropped her knickers and Gray's cock pulsed and dribbled as he took in the rich aroma of a woman who had spent the day in the hot laundry, aroused on many occasions as she whipped and coerced the male slaves in her charge. Gray willingly sniffed long and hard at the beautifully seasoned gusset, yellowed at the front, delicately toned light brown at the back; he was more than ready to come as his taste buds sampled the fabric, and was then treated to the warmth of her flesh as she lifted her skirts. She sat back on a bench with her skirts around her like a huge black rose, the pure white of her cunt and ass cheeks contrasting beautifully with the folds of the fabric.

Gray's cock dribbled as he sniffed and licked at her sweaty cunt and aromatic asshole like a dog, and the other three servants of his mistress were invited to treat him with no more respect than such; teasing his ass and balls with their boots and taunting him as the first received the pleasure of his tongue and they awaited their turn, their normal spite for males magnified by the knowledge that this one held the privileged favour of their employer; they would ensure he knew his place on this occasion. Hope and Kate looked on with similar thoughts; their fingers itching to cane him to complete submission after his humiliation.

Gray's own submissive pleasure was enhanced by the mixture of cruel taunts and delightfully seasoned underwear he was made to clean, followed by the gratifying tastes of the cunts and assholes they belonged to. Hearing each of them moan in orgasm at the service of his tongue made him yearn to come; the crescendo of dealing with the mature matron, while Hope and Kate stood with the canes he would soon be punished with, had his balls and anus tingling with a sense of absolute defeat; after he had sampled the mature woman's stained knickers, she pulled his leash tight as his face was drawn up to the silky wet folds of her eager cunt, she smiled with satisfaction and reminded him of his earlier venture to submissive heaven.

"Oh that I could have witnessed you jerk and disgrace yourself on the rope! Seeing the fear in your eyes as you danced for the ladies there would have been so special, and hanged by a house-maid too. You escaped with your life, but you'll pay for your disobedience; if only we were allowed to fetch a rope and finish you here and now!" The women laughed as he gratefully lapped at the loose flaps of her mature and well-pleasured cunt, his cock rigid and dribbling as she shifted back with a smile and allowed him the savoury delights of her brown asshole, nestling between the soft white globes of flesh. She slid her finger back and forth rapidly in the messy groove of her cunt, working the nub of her clitoris as Gray's tongue delved into the warm tangy depths of her anus, and soon moaned with satisfaction, heralding the caning that he, and all present relished.

The four were invited back to Hope's quarters to witness his punishment, and took turns in leading him by leash on all fours through the corridors; they would all savour watching him spurt in submission under the cane. He was led through the door into Hope's plush parlour with its huge bed and silken sheets, on into a starkly decorated room beyond where a padded leather caning bench awaited him. Matron and the three laundry women looked on smugly as Hope pointed him to the bench with her cane, and without a word being said he went obediently and eagerly to it, Kate shackling his wrists and ankles as he was bent over it; his cock stimulated by a bolster beneath it, which lifted his ass cheeks invitingly. He was ready to be caned to complete submission. Hope took several canes from a stand and thrashed them against a stiff leather pillow on a desk; the women laughed with contempt and sheer enjoyment as they watched the captive male buck and writhe in fear at the sweet sound of the cane descending, and the considerable noise of its impact, nearly splitting the leather cushion.

Hope's cunt bulged with pleasure as she witnessed his fear as she tested more; the women now sat on chairs around the perimeter, their skirts lifted once more to access their cunts for a second orgasm as he was broken. Hope passed two of the tested canes to Kate, who moved to the head of the bench and let Gray sniff at her moist cunt. His cock perked and boned as it slipped on the now moist leather.

"Oh yes... you enjoyed that scent when I noosed you, and you messed without permission; now you'll enjoy it again before I have a direct hand in making you come again. It will be my absolute pleasure to have you cry like a baby for me, and relinquish the contents of your balls in worship of womanhood." Hope sneered as he sniffed at the youthful ginger cunt, and wheeled three huge mirrors round to face him; he would now witness his own punishment, see the spite of his punishers, and see the full pleasure in the faces of the watching women as they enjoyed his humiliation. The superbly dominant Hope now exchanged places with Kate and stood smiling as she eased her black silken knickers down her elegant legs.

"Mine are the only knickers which remain uncleaned; you shall have that opportunity while you are caned." The women roared with laughter as Gray was deftly masked with the sweetly scented and very moist underwear, asshole up, cunt down; he would sniff the tang of the dominant redhead's asshole, and lick at the essence of the assertive woman's cunt as he was thrashed. He writhed and nearly came as he viewed the vision in the mirror; with his eyes either side of the gusset he saw himself struggle, captive and helpless, flanked by two dominant lace covered redheads with huge vicious canes, four more assertive women laughing with enjoyment at his predicament. When he had first viewed the spurred boots of Ella at his drapery shop, he could never had imagined submission to this degree; now he would suffer tonight, then visit that very shop tomorrow to face further humiliation. Hope brought him back to the present by lifting her cane with a victorious sneer.

"You have shown disobedience and will have fifty strokes of the cane, served alternately by your maid and I. If you disgrace yourself before twenty-five strokes, you shall enjoy a total of seventy-five. All here will thoroughly enjoy your just punishment; you will know discipline and will be shown no mercy." Hope smiled and nodded to Kate who drew up her spiteful rattan, and without further ado brought the cane whistling down; Gray howled with pain but was nearly drowned out by the applause of the watching women; the biting pain serving only to somehow magnify the pleasurable sensation in his excited cock as he humped and writhed in his bonds; the look of sheer enjoyment in the faces of the women, making him want to shoot in glorious humiliation. He wailed again and shed tears like a child as Hope expertly delivered her cane, the curt smile on her face as she cut him with the cane for the first time, one of exquisite pleasure; the two thrashed him quickly in succession, their bare cunts swollen in full arousal, expressing their pleasure as they striped and cut the bound Gray.

As he squirmed and tensed while the canes rained down relentlessly, Gray fought to control the urge to unload his tingling balls in surrender; though the pain was still intense after a dozen or so whips of the stinging canes, the base pleasure of being dominated and punished while bound intensified as his cock rubbed and slid on the leather. He eyed one of the watching girls as she lifted her legs and moaned in orgasm, a wide grin on her face as she watched him buck and yelp, bringing him to the brink of shooting; despite his growing enjoyment of the cane he did not want to endure a further twenty-five cuts, but had lost count as his cock was teased by his own motion. Kate eased his mind as she applied extra vigour and shouted 'twenty!' She and Hope both ceased momentarily and watched as he wriggled, close to orgasm; Hope sneered with pleasure and pulled the black silken knickers tight across his face, ensuring he got the full benefit of her anal spice as he panted into the now tear soaked fabric.

"You shall show your submission very shortly; but will you earn another twenty-five strokes? I believe the ladies would like to see that, and I will be more than delighted to oblige." Kate moved to the head of the bench, pulled the gusset to one side and presented the fresh scent of her excited ginger cunt to his nose.

"Only five more strokes to twenty-five, and then you have permission to release your seed in our honour; you'll have two very hot and sticky mistresses to worship with your tongue in thanks when you're done, but will the next five strokes delay that?" Gray could not help but sniff deeply at the delightful ginger cunt, tormenting his balls; oh how he wanted to shoot his load as he squirmed on the leather. Kate slowly replaced the gusset with deliberation, smiling wickedly as the mixture of scents and his stinging ass made him squirm impatiently, he would soon disgrace himself. The two resumed their positions and matron and the laundry girls taunted him with their desire to see him shoot in utter humiliation and earn a prolonged thrashing; Hope first drew her cane slowly across his sore buttocks, and then raised her arm and brought it down with all her strength, the cane whistled down and the flesh of his cheeks enveloped it, making Gray buck and thrust his cock hard forward as he yelled in pain.

There was no quick succession of stroke from Kate now, she too rested her cane on his pulsing buttocks as he writhed and rubbed his sensitised bell-end on the bolster lubricated by his own pre-cum; she watched, hoping he would convulse and jet before raising her arm and ensuring he remembered that the owner of the sweet cunt he had just sniffed was enjoying every moment, bringing the cane down hard. As he whimpered in pain after bucking, his balls ready to burst, he looked at the reflection and saw the pure joy in the faces of the watching women as Hope, one hand on hip, punished him with the twenty-third stroke; he forced himself to hold his breath as his cock started to pulse with that delicious feeling of oncoming orgasm, oh how he wanted the next two strokes to be over with! Kate smiled with wicked pleasure as she saw his urgency, delaying her stroke even further and delighting in his torment, reluctantly she brought the cane down with all the spite she could muster, and Hope followed with the twenty-fifth, now more anxious to have her cunt licked after the excitements of the day; Gray winced with a glorious and overwhelming mixture of pain and sweet ecstasy as he took in the vision of himself being punished and moaned in ecstasy as the two now thrashed him with abandon. The women applauded and laughed as the semen was caned from him, as he bucked and spent deliriously under a salvo of whistling canes; his balls pumping and giving up hot jets of seed as he was put firmly in his place by the dominant redheads.

Matron groaned in an ecstasy of her own as she rubbed herself to a satisfying orgasm on witnessing his utter humiliation; the younger girls who had already sated their cunts applauded loudly and watched with sweet contempt as Gray released his cream in total and utter submission. The fifty stinging strokes were soon completed, and Gray lay quivering in his bonds, wads of spent semen squelching under his belly against the leather bench. Matron and the girls delighted in assisting in applying a saline solution to his tortured buttocks, making him writhe further, before bidding their farewells to the wretch and leaving him to thank his redheaded mistresses.

Gray was led shakily back to the parlour and made to lie face down on the bed as Hope and Kate stripped naked; Gray was first treated to the whiff of Kate's cunt and asshole, bringing her off very quickly, before she rested on her elbows and watched Gray please the ginger folds of her mentor; Gray sniffing and lapping with obvious pleasure at the heavenly essences of the superior woman who had dominated him so thoroughly. She moaned in the triumph of her ecstasy before Gray was allowed to sleep between the two of them.