The Landlady's New Pet

I regained my consciousness as nimble fingers with spikey red nails tightened a leather collar about my neck, nearly choking me.  As I gasped, the buxom middle aged redhead who had drugged me laughed and sneered down at me as she jerked the leash attached to my new collar. The motion made me attempt to lift myself, only to realise that my hands were bound behind me.  Still dazed, I looked at the smiling shapely form before me, in disbelief; an obviously dominant woman in black corset, sheer black stockings covering ample thighs and slender calves which teetered on spikey black stilettos, how could this be the landlady whose room I rented?  Though the realisation of my predicament had not fully dawned, the scent of womanly arousal and the sight before me, made my cock rise to attention; made all too obvious as I was naked except for the collar.  Seeing this, my redheaded captor smiled victoriously as she pulled the leash taught and brought my nose up to the crotch of her black satin panties.

“You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I drugged you.  You are mine now, and I can’t wait to parade you before the girls; I’ve told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing.   You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight.”  My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now living a situation I had long fantasised over, had my cock pulsing and my arse tingling, the scent of the woman who obviously now owned me was enslavement in itself.  My mind drifted back to before I’d been drugged…

…I had noted how shapely she was, nearly always dressed in dark sombre clothes, only her calves and ankles exposed below pencil skirts, her red hair in a bun, spectacles giving her a schoolmistress appearance, I had fantasised over her and masturbated in her honour.  The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being drugged was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled.   Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left.  My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I sampled the different aromas left by her mature pussy and beautiful womanly arsehole, the blend of the two had me wanking there and then; I had an explosive orgasm as I thought of the red haired woman, and panted through the gusset of her panties as I unloaded my balls.  I thought of stealing the panties; such was the prize, but avoided the temptation.  The next time I saw her, she seemed to smile differently at me.  That was when she asked me if I’d like to join her for a coffee in the sitting room; that was the last clear memory I had till the leash was pulled tight…

My cock was dribbling as I continued to inhale her warm spicy pussy; she kept the leash tight as she stroked my hair, and rubbed her sex against me; god how I wanted to come.  Then the doorbell rang.

“Ah! The first of my friends has arrived. You do just as you are told and I may let you have relief later; you’ll be begging for it, trust me.”  She bent down and undid my wrists.

“You walk on all fours like a good boy!”  She then led me down the hall to the front door; I could see the figure of a large woman through the frosted glass.  My red-headed mistress smiled wickedly at me as she reached for the door handle.

“Oh, you are in for such a treat tonight.”

2

My cock was rigid as I viewed from all fours, the large and shapely bottom of my new mistress as she opened the door to the first of her guests.  She greeted a huge plump woman with long dark brown hair and full length black leather coat by giving her a peck on the cheek; both women had the look of exited schoolgirls as they turned to look down the leash at me, collared and waiting obediently.

The large woman assumed a more dignified air as she removed the coat, slowly and deliberately, so that I might view her thigh length boots, red satin panties and corset, and huge globular breasts; her 50 plus year old body resplendent, a superbly dominant woman.  She smiled wickedly at me as she toyed with the leash.

“Have you broken him yet Elaine?”  Not only did I now know my Mistress’s first name, I also had my predicament confirmed; my balls tingled as I awaited her response.

“Not yet; he may disappoint on that front, he gave up all his desires under the influence of the potion, and he is very, very, submissive.  He’ll be very easy to train and will do just as he is told; though we will all have fun showing him his place at the feet of all women.”  The two chuckled as my leash was tugged and I was made to turn and follow my new owner and the first of her guests back up the hallway.  My eyes were transfixed by the delicious movement of the red and black panty clad arses, as the two women walked me slowly and deliberately to my destiny.  Elaine seemed to feel my eyes on her delectably rounded and mature bottom; without turning she spoke with an air of contempt.

“Don’t you fret, you’ll soon be put to good use licking some panties clean; I shall let the ladies know how you are attracted to dirty underwear-some may cane you for your indiscretion!”  My cock pulsed at the thought of being punished before a group of women, having been humiliated in licking their soiled panties to earn a thrashing.  Pre-cum was now dribbling from my eager and yearning penis.  Elaine turned and smiled knowingly as I was walked past the room we had left when the doorbell had rang, my knees hurt on the unpadded mats which covered the polished floorboards of the hall, and I was glad when my two captors paused to open a door to a room I had not entered before.  I was led into a large lounge with softer carpeting, an array of large black leather seating, stools and various padded bench-like furniture; a large comfortable looking bed resided at one end.  Ominously, one end wall was adorned with various wicked looking implements, and an umbrella stand stood centrally; bristling with an assortment of rattan canes, crops and whips.  Both women helped themselves to the cane of their choice before sitting together on a vast leather sofa.  I was made to kneel in front of the women; both teased by displaying their crotches; the tight camel-toes protruding with their obvious arousal, both showing damp patches where their feminine juices had flowed in anticipation of the show to come.  The large woman lifted her feet to the sofa, her panties lower down, tight in the crack of her bottom; how I yearned to be allowed to sniff them, and use my tongue to service the arsehole concealed by the fabric.  She gave me a look of utter contempt as she stroked a slender finger down the groove of her pussy, making the fabric stick to her moistness.

“I can’t wait to see him beg to be milked for the first time, that is, if he doesn’t come when one of us is caning him.  Where ARE the others? I want my bottom licked!”  As soon as she spoke the doorbell rang once more; Elaine looked at her.

“Would you Hortense? I hope they’ll all be here shortly.”  Big Hortense eased herself down, and stood before me, lifting my chin.  She then turned and slowly bent over; the crack of her huge and beautiful arse, inches from my face.

“You get your nose in there and have a good sniff! I am going to have you lick my arsehole as soon as all the others are here!”  I did not hesitate and softly pressed my nose over the fabric which covered her anus I could only imagine at that point; I inhaled deeply and my poor cock stiffened to the point of bursting as Elaine laughed and I took in the tangy, honeyed scent of the glorious woman’s rectal aroma.  She moved away smartly, sensing I was about to lick the fabric; her first tease successful.  She strutted away to answer the door and I heard the voices of at least two other women in the hall.  Elaine tugged my leash and took the opportunity to talk to me in private before my ordeal started.

“I am so glad you came here. I know we are both going to have a heavenly time together, though you will also be treated to hell by some of the ladies; if you perform well I shall reward you, but be clear on one thing, your old life is over; I own you now.”  She smiled triumphantly as she could see I had no answer; defeat and resignation, along with an erotic pleasure, must have shown in my eyes.  I awaited my first view of the two arrivals.

3

Elaine stood dominantly by the sofa, with me naked, collared and leashed, already hopelessly enslaved and kneeling submissively before her, as the buxom Hortense strutted eagerly back into the room with the two new arrivals.  Again, both were middle-aged women, well endowed, shapely and obviously very assertive.  One had jet black hair and was dressed in a thin leather cat suit; she had brought her own whip, which she toyed with as she smiled at me. The other was blonde and very tall and buxom; the removal of her outer garment revealing a chiffon body stocking, a tight pair of black panties concealing her sex.  As I gaped at the two women Elaine struck my arse sharply with her cane for the first time.

“Kiss their feet immediately!”   I crawled over and kissed the shiny stilettos that both women wore; I was now willing to do anything or suffer any punishment, my cock pulsing rigidly as the air in the room was now full of the sweet scent of feminine arousal.

“Now you’ve introduced yourself to Margot and Stella, we have only to wait for Anita to arrive before your initiation can begin; I know she is going to invite us to one of her ceremonies tomorrow, your first outing as my slave will be a memorable one!”   The women giggled and sneered in unison at my mistress’s comment; I was still bewildered by my situation, but the array of women and their scent alone held me captive. I looked a t Elaine, so dominant, and wondered what my time alone with her later would bring.   I viewed the luscious rear of Hortense and yearned to be allowed to lick her arse, and Margot and Stella were equally as dominant and attractive in their stance.  My cock dribbled as the women strutted and chatted about me as though I were an item of livestock.  What would Anita be like, and what was the ceremony tomorrow?  I was soon to find out as the doorbell announced her arrival.  My arse tingled as was made to kiss the feet of Anita; she was the oldest of the women, at around 60, but was in superb shape, a shape made all too apparent as she removed the long coat she was wearing to reveal a sumptuous arse, hips and large, still very firm breasts, all clad in black satin with black stockings and stilettos.  She had red hair like my new mistress, with milky white skin and vivid green eyes; she oozed confidence and clicked her fingers, pointing down to her shoes as I was given my command by Elaine.  The women sneered with approval as I bent submissively and kissed her patent leather stilettos.  Anita beckoned for a cane which she teased my arse with when it was passed to her.

“Let me see your balls!” She barked, and I did not hesitate to pull them from between my kneeling legs. She tapped my erect penis with her cane as I displayed my balls for her, making the women laugh.

“I’d like to have those in my display cabinet; I shall be first in line when Elaine tires of you. I love adding to my collection!”  My arse tinged all the more as I listened to this formidable woman.  Elaine giggled and added her comment.

“Patience Anita! Really! We shall have our fun with him first; he’s yet to learn to be a slave to his own balls and will please us with his feeble masculine weaknesses for a while yet.  Besides, you’ll be having an addition tomorrow!”  The women all laughed as I cowered before the matriarch; my cock erect as never before at the thought of losing my balls to a woman.  Anita looked down at me in superior fashion.

“Have you his outfit ready for tomorrow?  I’m so looking forward to humiliating a fresh one!”  The women all looked at me with knowing smiles as Elaine opened a draw and took out a frilly French Maid’s outfit on a hanger which she hung on a picture rail for me to view.  The women clapped their approval, and as I stared at it with disbelief I heard the whoosh of a cane and felt its sharp sting as Hortense chose to chastise me.

“Say thank you mistress, and beg to wear the pretty dress tomorrow!”  The women roared with laughter as I carried out the command with a broken voice; the sting of the cane still throbbing.  I was truly learning humiliation.  Elaine smiled wickedly down at me as she returned to the drawer; I noticed at this point that the damp patch at the front of her panties was now very prominent.  She took a blonde wig and large stilettos from the draw, and two other objects.  After placing the wig on the hanger and the shoes beneath it, the women all smiled smugly at each other as Elaine made ready to display the two objects with a very victorious look on her face.  With deliberation she placed the two objects on a side table.  The first was what looked like a transparent penis in flaccid mode, with a tiny padlock.  I gulped visibly and much to the delight of the women as it dawned on me that this was a chastity device.  Elaine undid the little padlock with her delicate spikily nailed fingers, as the ladies enjoyed my apparent look of discomfort at the idea.

“You’ll be milked nicely this evening and tonight; you will beg me to fit this before midnight, so you enjoy tonight’s pleasure as you’ll not be allowed further relief until I am sure you have earned it.”  Anita teased my throbbing cock with her cane.

“If I had my way, there would be no use for that contraption!”  The women roared with laughter and my cock pulsed in anticipation of the relief I was to be allowed and the exquisite humiliation I was enduring.  Elaine then placed the second object on the table; the women giggled as I looked puzzled at the thing which resembled a tow-bar with a bent arm and looped ring at the other end.  Hortense strutted into my field of vision and the other women laughed heartily as she bent and pointed to the anus I so dearly wanted to lick.  She then looked at me and nodded with a smile as she saw I had now realised the object was a butt plug with cock ring. The scent of the women’s arousal was now intoxicating as they enjoyed their teasing of me.  Elaine looked triumphant as she confirmed with pleasure what I had now realised.

“This is your butt plug; you will wear it at all times unless told not to.  You will get great enjoyment from wearing it, as it will be a constant reminder that you are owned by a woman. When worn with your cage it will feel exquisite as the slightest movement will tease your prostate, making you attempt erection. You will experience constant denial and will be permanently reminded of your place below women. You will wear your two new friends from midnight.”  The woman applauded as the plug was placed on the table by the cage. This act seemed to be key as the women suddenly all looked very sternly at me. Elaine picked up a remote control and a huge screen on the wall flashed to life.

“Now let’s get the evening underway, punishment is due.” The women looked at the screen and I realised it was CCTV footage of the bathroom; I looked on in horror as I saw myself with Elaine’s panties; the women tutted with contempt as they watched me sniff and wank.  Each woman cut the air with the cane they each held, my cock pulsed and dribbled as I imagined the pain to come.

“What have you to say for yourself!” Screamed Elaine, as she wriggled free from the sodden panties she wore; her sex enlarged in triumphant arousal.

“Get over here now and show us all what an animal you are!” I crawled to her, encouraged by the first of many strokes of the cane, delivered by Anita…

4

I yelped like a whipped dog as the formidable Anita helped me toward towards the feet of my mistress by adding a few stripes to my backside.  Elaine smiled wickedly as she gracefully lifted her discarded panties with one of her sexy stilettos.  Although now in fear of a thrashing, my cock maintained its stand to attention; the scent of Elaine’s panties now lifted under my nose, making it pulse and throb, in dire need of relief.  The women laughed wickedly at my humiliation; they knew I was now to suffer my first disgrace before them.  All four gathered round me and gave me a healthy stroke with their canes as my mistress teetered with the moist and fragrant panties beneath my nose.  Margot of course, having preference for the whip; this soon made its signature known to me, stinging my back and belly as it wrapped itself around me, biting my flesh.  I now knew the women intended to break me, as had been inferred; I was ready to do anything they asked of me.  Elaine picked the panties from her foot and held them to my nose as I gasped and panted, recovering from the pain; the beautiful spicy scent going deep into my lungs and almost acting as an antidote to the pain. The others turned on a video camera on a tripod, and picked up cameras which clicked and flashed away as Elaine began to make her announcement heralding that my ordeal was now to begin in earnest.

“Take the panties now!”  I did so and my superbly dominant mistress stood back a step, crossed her arms and smiled wickedly down at me. Though in fear of what was to come, she was a truly magnificent sight and my fear was tempered by an erotic longing to suffer before her. The others laughed as Stella the blonde vixen strutted up to the table with a glass of water and a large blue diamond shaped tablet. Elaine sneered then continued.

“When I give the word, you will repeat what you did in the bathroom in full view of your betters, and then you shall be allowed a little drink and some medicine before you have your first caning!”  The women laughed contemptuously as I knelt there naked with my cock at 45 degrees, freshly soiled panties in hand.  Buxom Hortense strode forward with a large glass serving platter, which she placed just in front of me.  She then turned and wriggled out of her panties, giving me a full prolonged view of her delectably plump arse and sweet anus as her panties dropped.  She placed them on the platter and stood smiling as all the women laughed.

“You’ll sniff your mistress’s panties and then shoot all over mine.  I’m next after your first caning; you’ve kept me waiting long enough!  You’ll lick up your mess then I’ll have my arse licked; I’m so hot and sticky and it’s all YOUR fault!” The women applauded and Elaine sneered down at me wickedly as she tapped my cock smartly with a cane and gave her command.

“Begin! I want you to empty your balls for me; you shall have six strokes for each drop that misses the platter!”  Anita encouraged me with her cane as I took my cock in hand and began to strop; the sweetly scented gusset of my new owner’s panties giving off a heavenly spicy aroma as my cock went rock hard in my grip.  I thought of the caning as the cameras flashed and the women provoked me with taunts and teasing strokes with their canes.  I thought of what lay ahead with my mistress this evening, the humiliation of being caged, plugged and dressed as a woman.  My cock pulsed at my glorious and exquisite immediate humiliation as I wanked before the women, and the thought of licking Hortense’s sweet anus.  As I began to spasm the women teased mercilessly and I snorted and panted at the gusset in absolute ecstasy as I viewed the strutting dommes around me, I felt no shame at all as I spurted lop after loop of hot cum in their honour.  I wanted to be caned. The women clapped and jeered as I delivered my mess for them; I felt the sting of Margot’s whip as I came, which made me spurt even harder.  I was intoxicated by this erotic mixture of heaven and hell; I would gladly have let Anita have my balls at that point.

I fell forward on one hand; spent, as my cock dribbled the remnants of my cream upon the floor.  I felt a sharp stiletto in my back as Elaine looked under and counted the spots of my failure.  Hortense was happy as I had shot a healthy load across her panties; she would enjoy making me clean them before I performed the same on her anus.  Elaine creased my arse with her cane.

“Four huge spots on my nice clean floor! Lick them up NOW!”  The women laughed and clicked away as my mistress stood dominantly before me, ensuring I did a good job.  I duly went to the floor and tasted my own semen for the first time; I would relish that drink now, the taste was so salty. I completed the task, and the women seemed hurried in getting me to drink the water, I found the big blue tablet easy to swallow; the women goading me about keeping up my erection later.  I would need the Viagra, regardless of the eroticism of my ordeal; they intended to milk me dry.  I was tugged by the leash to a wicked looking padded bench and was made to lay across it with my arse in the air.  Elaine strutted before me, smiling contentedly as she flexed her cane.  My new mistress would deliver my first caning; my cock was beginning to stiffen again already…

5

The padded caning bench was all too comfortable, though there was no danger of me falling asleep on it. My arse clenched involuntarily as Elaine strutted behind me and cut the air menacingly with her wickedly flexible cane; this delighted the women no end, as they saw me flinch.  Hortense removed a cover from a standing object before me, and opened the object up to reveal full length mirrors which she arranged at various angles; I was to be allowed to witness my punishment and the enjoyment of my audience.  Elaine strode round to the front of me once more, parading her elegant and formidable figure; my cock was throbbing to a full erection again already, the smiling women who were smugly viewing my predicament made me yearn to be punished.  I was ready to know my place.  Elaine moved to within two inches of my nose, ensuring I not only had a good view of her delicious mound nestling between her corset and black stocking tops, but could have a good sniff too.  She then drew the cane between the protruding lips of her sex and had me lick the cane clean.

“Taste the essence of the woman and the cane that is now going to taste you.  You shall now learn who is truly in control; you have earned 24 strokes, prepare to cry like a baby as I administer your first caning of the night.”  The women grinned with eager anticipation as Elaine moved to my side and measured her distance, ensuring I could see her, myself and all our guests in the mirror.  She smiled more wickedly than ever as she raised the rattan and brought it home for the first time.  I cried out in pain as the vicious sting of the cane warped through my body; my arse felt like it was on fire.  Elaine showed no mercy whatsoever as she worked her elegant and dominant body in an athletic arc as the cane was brought whooshing down again and again; the crack it made as it left it red lines across my arse encouraging pleased smiles and taunts from the delighted women, as they helped themselves to many more pictures.  Elaine smiled even more contentedly as I began to weep like a child; such was the pain of my mistress’s deliveries.

After twelve strokes, I cried like a baby, after fifteen my arse seemed to go a little numb and I noted the wicked satisfaction on the faces of the smiling women, after eighteen the squirming induced by the cane had my cock fully erect beneath me as I watched my dominant mistress work her way to breaking me.  I could not quite believe it but the sense of eroticism mow outweighed the pain; I was now enjoying the torment, I wanted to be broken.  After 21 strokes I was close to coming on the bench and Elaine smiled knowingly at me; she would ensure the last three strokes were made to tell.  Though the last three strokes were delivered with aplomb by Elaine, I did not ejaculate and felt almost cheated.  The women applauded as I was left tearful and broken, the pulsing of my cock on the padded leather matched by that of my sore arse.  I was allowed just a few moments to recover before my leash was tugged and I was led to the bed by Elaine.  I was made to lay face down and the women sat around the edge of the bed, admiring Elaine’s handiwork; my arse glowing.  A tub of antiseptic cold cream was produced, and the women took turns in applying it to my battered backside.  Though it stung like hell at first, the action of the women’s hands smoothing it in had me squirming on the soft silk sheets, teasing my erection.  Hortense climbed to the top of the bed; her messed panties in hand, and sat in the pillows.

“Poor baby!  Now you’ve had cold cream at one end, you’ll have cold cream at the other!”  The women laughed as she showed me the panties.  These would still need cleaning; the evidence of my earlier disgrace still very prominent, though no longer warm.

“Don’t worry baby, you shall have a nice warm treat when you’ve cleaned them.”  My cock went rigid as she laid the panties before my face, and then pulled her legs back, and upward, showing me her huge arse and the beautifully puckered anus which she would have licked.  Anita lifted the panties to my lips and I licked my mess from them as hastily as I could; Hortense giggled as I ogled her heavenly bottom and she toyed with her sex with a slender finger. When Anita was happy I’d done my duty with the panties, she tugged my leash and I eagerly scrambled forward. Hortense barked at me assertively.

“Don’t you dare lick until I tell you! I want you to have a good sniff first.”  I writhed on the bed and was on the verge of begging her to allow me to lick; my nose virtually pressed to her sweet arsehole, the tangy aroma was driving me mad.  I was truly learning how I could be a slave to my own balls…