Dominic and Lesley were in love with life. At 20 years and 19 years respectively, they had made the crazy madcap decision to elope, against their parents wishes, move from rural Southern California where they were both raised and travel overseas. They had dreamed of travelling to New Zealand, and shortly after their Las Vegas matrimonial ceremony they flew out from LAX for the 12 hour flight, cuddling and kissing like two young kids on an exciting adventure, which is not far from the truth.

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Having arrived in New Zealand, Dominic and Lesley headed to Lake Taupo where they knew they could find work in one of the many cafes or tourist activities that are abundant in this popular holiday destination. Having spent the first two weeks in backpackers’ accommodation they searched around Lake Taupo for a more permanent place to live. Responding to an ad in the local Taupo Times newspaper they were delighted to rent a large room in an upmarket apartment close to the lake.

Their new landlady, Lady Sonia, was a delight. A single lady in her early-40’s, she welcomed Dominic and Lesley with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own children. In fact, on occasions, Lady Sonia would admonish them as if they were her younger infants, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural California, they knew they had a lot to learn about life. They never dreamed how much they were about to learn of life, what hidden desires one may harbour, and how these may be fulfilled.

Like any newly weds, Dominic and Lesley loved sex. Dominic knew very little about the intricacies of foreplay, preferring to quickly ram his eager penis into Lesley’s sweet, moist vagina. Lesley would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.

It was Friday night and Dominic and Lesley were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Café. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Lady Sonia, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed sleep.

“Off to bed, then?” Lady Sonia fixed her engaging smile on both of them. They both nodded and bid Lady Sonia goodnight.

“I hope you are not planning to have sex tonight?”

Lady Sonia’s statement stopped both of them mid step. Had they heard correctly?

“What do you mean?” Lesley managed to stutter.

“My dear, if they gave out Oscars for the noisiest orgasm, you would win hands down. Even the porn queens couldn’t compete with you.”

Lesley could feel her face blush bright red. It was true. She knew she screamed while in the throes of orgasm. The noise came from deep within and she just couldn’t control herself. It was a primal scream of deep satisfaction.

“Well?” Lady Sonia directed her question to Dominic. Dominic responded with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you planning to have sex?” Lady Sonia pressed the point

Dominic shrugged shyly. “I’m not sure,” he managed to whisper.

“Come here and stand in front of me.” Lady Sonia beckoned to Dominic.

For a moment he stood his ground before shuffling over to Lady Sonia, his hands in his pockets and his head looking at his feet. He looked every bit the young lad about to get a scolding from his mother.

“Come closer” Dominic stepped forward and now stood directly in front of Lady Sonia.

Without warning Lady Sonia reached out and unbuckled Dominic’s belt.

“What are you doing?” Dominic exclaimed anxiously, but made no attempt to move away.

Lady Sonia ignored him. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Lesley’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was witnessing. With aggression Lady Sonia pulled Dominic’s jeans to his knees, exposing bright blue boxers covered in pink hearts.

Lady Sonia couldn’t help but smile. “What lovely boxers. So….tastelessly youthful”

Dominic was more embarrassed than he had been in his life. He knew he could stop it all by moving away, but his feet felt anchored to the floor. To add to his utter humiliation his penis was reacting to the situation in a way it never should, and he knew his erection would be obvious to all to see.

With a wicked glint in her eye Lady Sonia roughly pulled the boxer shorts down. Dominic’s erect penis sprung into view. Dominic did not dare to glance at his beautiful young wife. What must she be thinking?

“ This delightful little fella is much too full of life,” Lady Sonia stared into Dominic’s embarrassed face, “which for me means another night of disrupted sleep while your darling little wife screams her orgasmic heart out in blissful ignorance of others in the house.

Lesley was angry. She was being treated like a child, and this woman had no right to be embarrassing her husband in this manner. She was about to mutter her disgust when events took a turn for the worse. Lady Sonia brazenly reached out with her hand and wrapped it around Dominic’s penis, then proceeded to stroke it, slowly at first before increasing the rhythm. Dominic let out a low groan. He knew it was so wrong, but he was powerless to stop the events that were engulfing him.

His legs begun to buckle as he felt his orgasm build. His fit young body shuddered as the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. Lady Sonia had placed her other hand over the end of his penis and he ejaculated into her palm. Lady Sonia continued with long strokes until Dominic was well and truly spent.

Lady Sonia squeezed her hand into a fist. The sperm squelched between her fingers. She turned to a horrified Lesley, and gave one of her charming smiles.

“Perhaps now I might get a good night’s sleep.”

Embarrassed beyond belief at what he had allowed to happen to himself, Dominic pulled up his boxers and jeans and began to sidle out the room.

“Not so quick, the two of you,” Lady Sonia’s voice carried authority. “Do either of you own pyjamas?”

Both shook their heads from side to side.

“I thought as much.” Lady Sonia reached for her purse and took out $60. “Tomorrow I want both of you to go out and purchase some modest flannelette pyjamas.”

“We don’t want your money, and we don’t want pyjamas!” Lesley whimpered petulantly.

“You will do want Lady Sonia requests, because I know you are both lovely young people who want to please, but just need some guidance. You are, after all, both very young.” Lady Sonia placed the money in Dominic’s hand. “Now run along, and tomorrow night I want you both to report down to me, in your nice new pyjamas, before you go to bed.”

The newly weds quickly retreated, both in a state of shock. One of them was very angry, the other acutely embarrassed.

“How could you?” Lesley could hardly bring herself to speak. Dominic could only shrug. He had no understanding of why he had let himself be humiliated in such a manner.

It was a very quiet night, and needless to say there was no sex.

It was Saturday morning and Lesley and Dominic were surprised they had slept in late. After dressing they quietly made their way down the stairs, hoping that they may avoid the embarrassment of coming into contact with their landlady. To their surprise Lady Sonia was in the kitchen and had breakfast and coffee ready for them. She was her normal bright and cherry self and chatted as if nothing had happened. Her only reference to the previous night was an offhand comment that she had had such a good nights sleep. Lesley could not help but blush.

After breakfast the newly weds ventured into town to purchase some groceries for Lady Sonia. As they strolled down the street they came across a shop that sold pyjamas. Both looked at each other. They had not discussed Lady Sonia’s request.

“What harm is there?” Dominic pleaded. “If we don’t do as she asked we risk offending her and will then be out in the street. It is such a lovely place, and the rent is very cheap. We will never find anything near as good.”

“Whatever,” was Lesley’s petulant response. The truth was she was so confused she did not know what to think.

However she did not resist when Dominic led her into the shop, and they soon departed with what Lesley thought were unflattering, baggy, striped, flannelette pyjamas.

That night they decided to take in a movie. There was nothing that either of them particularly wanted to see, but to Lesley it was preferable to spending the evening with their landlady. When they got home they were dismayed to see that Lady Sonia was still up. Silently the trudged up the stairs to their bedroom. As they undressed, Dominic did not hesitate to put on his pyjamas. Lesley frowned in anger and stormed into the bathroom, but when she returned a few minutes later she was wearing her new pyjamas, the cord around her waist pulled tightly as she feared her pyjama bottoms would fall down. Silently they made their way down the stairs.

They stood at the doorway to the lounge where Lady Sonia was sitting.

“Night,” they both mumbled, and tried to beat a hasty retreat.

“Come in here and show Lady Sonia your sweet pyjamas.” Reluctantly they both obliged, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Come over to me, Dominic,” Lady Sonia beckoned with her finger.

Dominic hesitated, and glanced over to his darling young wife. ‘No’, she silently mouthed to him. Dominic looked back at his landlady.

“Now, young man! Don’t make me come over and get you.”

Dominic’s resistance evaporated. Before he knew it he was standing perilously close to the seated figure of his landlady.

Brazenly she reached out and grabbed Dominic’s penis through his pyjamas. “How is my favourite little penis tonight? Is it going to behave itself or does it need some relief to ensure I get a good nights sleep?”

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Dominic tried to stammer that he was fine, but his penis quickly betrayed him. Lady Sonia could not suppress a wry smile.

“Please drop those pyjama trousers now,” Lady Sonia spoke quietly, as if her request was nothing more than asking him to pass the salt.

“No!” Lesley cried out, “don’t Dominic”

“Now, don’t be jealous young lady. I’m not about to steal your man. As charming as Dominic is, he’s not my type. I like to swing the other way, if you know what I mean.” Lady Sonia was staring directly at Lesley with piercing blue eyes. “But you, my dear, I would love to eat.” Lady Sonia laughingly licked her lips seductively.

Lesley felt a shiver go up her spine. They had never seen their landlady with a male companion, but it had not dawned on them that she may be gay.

Lady Sonia quickly turned her attention back to Dominic. “Drop them.”

Nervously he obeyed. When he loosened his pyjama bottoms they quickly fell to a heap on the floor, revealing his semi-erect penis. Lady Sonia enveloped his member with her hand and squeezed tightly. Despite Dominic’s discomfort his penis swelled to its full potential. It only took a few deep, hard strokes by his landlady before he erupted in orgasm. Dominic groaned in deep satisfaction. Lady Sonia again captured the squirting sperm with her free hand.

Turning to Lesley she opened her hand and gazed down at the sperm, almost as if she expected little tadpoles to be swimming about.

“Go and fetch me a tissue, sweetie.” Lady Sonia directed her request at Lesley. Lesley responded with a look of absolute disbelief. Her landlady had not only just masturbated her husband, but now was expecting her to fetch a tissue to clean off the sperm.

Despite her outrage, Lesley found herself going to the kitchen and fetching the box of tissues. She threw them onto her landlady’s lap.

“Pick up the tissues, take one out, and wipe up your darling young husband’s sperm, unless you would rather lick it off my palm!”

Lesley rapidly recovered the box of tissues, removed one and quickly began wiping up the sperm. She froze when Lady Sonia reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“You really are a beauty.” Lady Sonia made it sound like a genuine compliment, and Lesley could not help herself from blushing. “I really mean it. You are very beautiful.”

Chapter 2

That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Lesley and Dominic would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Lady Sonia, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Dominic knew the routine. He would paddle over to Lady Sonia and stand patiently beside her chair. Lesley would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Lady Sonia had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).

Nonchalantly Lady Sonia would reach out and grip Dominic’s penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight.

If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Lady Sonia would tilt her head and nod. She didn’t have to say anything. Dominic would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.

Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Lady Sonia’s hand. Lesley knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.

Lesley could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady’s hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights sleep. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Lady Sonia had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Lesley almost screamed in disbelief. ‘The cheek of the woman,’ she silently fumed. ‘She might have a hold over my husband, but she won’t control me!’

Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Lesley saw her chance. For one of the few times Lady Sonia had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Lesley and Dominic were in the lounge watching a movie. Lesley went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Lady Sonia’s car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Lesley ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.

By the time they reached the bedroom Lesley had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her

“No honey, we can’t,” Dominic protested, “Lady Sonia told us we can’t have sex without her permission.”

“To hell with Lady Sonia.” With that Lesley sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Lesley was rightly well proud of her body.

Predictably, Dominic’s resistance quickly melted away. He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever.

Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of sleeping naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.

The next morning, which was a Sunday, Lesley awoke late, and peered over at her still sleeping husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Dominic and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Lady Sonia in the kitchen she couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile.

“You look like the cat that just got the cream,” Lady Sonia chirped.

‘If only she knew,’ Lesley thought smugly to herself

Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Lady Sonia was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jefferson Parker novel. Dominic and Lesley showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Dominic went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night’s sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.

He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Dominic glanced over at Lesley and frowned. Lesley shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity Lady Sonia put her book down and looked up at Dominic, before slowly shifting her gaze to Lesley. Lesley could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.

“Come over here, Lesley.” Lady Sonia beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Dominic.

Lesley briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Lady Sonia’s perfume, but didn’t have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn’t be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Dominic to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.

“Look at me, Lesley,” Lady Sonia’s voice was quiet but carried authority. Lesley forced herself to look up at her landlady.

“You had sex last night.” It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.

Dominic opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Lady Sonia raised her hand.

“I am talking to Lesley. Please don’t lie to me, young lady.”

“What if we did,” Lesley suddenly responded petulantly, “you might think you control our sex lives, but you don’t, you know.”

“Did I not say to you that you needed my permission before you could have sex?”

“I’m not asking you if I can…”

Lady Sonia interrupted her mid sentence and patiently repeated her question.

Lesley wanted to be strong but she could feel her resistance melting away like ice on a hot day. She had this horrible feeling of inevitability in her gut.

“Well, did I?” Lady Sonia continued to push for an answer

“Yes,” Lesley responded in almost a whisper.

“Go to my bedroom and get the wooden hairbrush off the top of my dresser.”

Lesley’s eyes opened as wide as saucers and she stared at her landlady incredulously.

“Now, girl! If I have to go and get it myself you will certainly regret it.”

Lesley whimpered and her bottom lip pouted. The walk to the bedroom felt like a trip to the gallows. The hairbrush sat on the dresser. It looked huge and foreboding. ‘Surely she is not going to do what I am fearing she might do,’ Lesley’s mind raced. She had been smacked by her stepfather as a thirteen year old when she had sneaked out of her bedroom one night to go to a party she had been forbidden to attend, but she was only a girl then, not the full grown adult she is now. ‘Adult woman don’t get spanked,’ she rationalised to herself.

“Hurry up, young lady!”

Lady Sonia’s voice made her jump. She had been staring at the hairbrush in a trance. With great reluctance she picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. Slowly she made her way back to the lounge. She tried to muster her courage; the inner strength she felt she possessed, but it had abandoned her. Resuming her place beside Dominic, she held out the hairbrush which Lady Sonia took from her and placed on her lap.

“Take down your pyjama bottoms.”

Lesley’s heart began to beat even more frantically. She tried to muster her courage.

“No, I won’t. You can’t make me!” Even to herself her voice sounded like a petulant whine. She felt like the 13 year old all over again.

It all happened so quickly that Lesley did not even have time to react. Lady Sonia bounded to her feet, hairbrush firmly gripped in her left hand. With her free hand she took hold of Lesley’s arm and swung her side on. Without any hesitation Lady Sonia took to the young lady’s backside with the hairbrush. The smacking noise filled the room, followed quickly by Lesley’s howls of shock and pain. She began prancing up and down and frantically tried to pull away but her landlady held her firmly in place with surprising strength. Dominic had stepped back in surprise, his mouth wide open. He had never witnessed anything like this before.

After a flurry of spanks on her backside, Lesley began sobbing real tears. She pleaded with Lady Sonia to stop.

“Will you do what you are told?” Lady Sonia demanded.

“Yes, yes!” Lesley blurted out between sobs and screams.

“Say ‘Yes, Mummy’” Lady Sonia continued to spank her.

“Yes, Mummy!” Lesley didn’t care what she said if it would stop that wicked hairbrush reigning down on her poor bottom.

The spanking stopped, and Lesley wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She could not believe what had just happened to her. Lady Sonia sat down and crossed her arms, a satisfied look on her face. She stared patiently at Lesley.

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Lesley could not believe the act of undressing could be so gut wrenching and humiliating. She was use to being nude, and in fact sometimes liked to flirt her nude body in the women’s dressing room when she was at a big swim meet. Most of the girls would go into the shower cubical to take off their swimming suits after a race, but Lesley would strip off at the far end of the dressing room and brazenly stroll down to the shower. She liked the feeling of some girls stealing an admiring glance at her body as she passed by.

But this situation was far different; being forced to take off her pyjama bottoms while standing directly in front of a relative stranger was so humiliating. It was then that Lesley remembered that her landlady had professed to being gay and she had to force herself not to run away in shame.

With great reticence she untied the cord to her pyjamas, took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then let her trousers fall to the floor. She was thankful that her pyjama top was long and would cover her pubic triangle, but her landlady was not about to let her off so easily.

“Lift your pyjama top up to your waist and hold it there.”

“Noooo!” Lesley pleaded

Lady Sonia picked the hairbrush up from beside her chair and began to stand up. This quickly sprung Lesley into action. She gathered her pyjama shirt and lifted it up slightly.

“Higher,” Lady Sonia demanded.

Lesley could feel herself blushing with shame. She lifted her shirt higher and knew that her pubic region was totally exposed to her landlady.

Lady Sonia sucked air in between her teeth, obviously enjoying the sight that had been reluctantly revealed to her. “How delightful. Delicate milky skin topped off with a thick thatch of beautiful pubes. I would have taken you for being blond all over that sweet body of yours.”

It was true. Even though the hair on her head was naturally a light blonde, her pubic hair was pitch black. She thought it was pretty neat to be a bit different, but right at this moment all it did was add to her embarrassment.

“Get over my knee.”

“Please don’t punish me again,” Lesley pleaded, “my bottom is so sore. Please!” Lesley remembered how Lady Sonia had asked her to call her Mummy when she pleaded for the spanking to stop. “Please…please Mummy, don’t spank me again. I realise I have done wrong.”

The use of ‘Mummy’ made Lady Sonia smile, and obviously caused her to reconsider. “Alright my little darling, I won’t spank you again tonight”

“Oh, thank you, Mummy,” Lesley decided to reinforce the good impression she had made by addressing Lady Sonia in the same manner again. Even though it felt totally weird, she would say anything to avoid the hairbrush.

“Not tonight, But you are still owed a spanking and you will receive it tomorrow night. Now off to bed the both of you”

Lesley’s heart sank, but she did not have the courage to protest unless her landlady changed her mind and decided on further punishment tonight.

When the newly weds got to bed they spoke very little. Both were too shell shocked to try and rationalise what had happened to them in recent weeks. They knew they could pack their bags and go to the backpackers until they found somewhere else to live, but for some bewildering reason neither of them raised the subject. Dominic reached over and sympathetically rubbed her tender bottom as they drifted off to sleep. Any thoughts of further illicit sex were well and truly off the menu.

The following day, Monday, both Dominic and Lesley were working at the café. Lesley was thankful of the distraction as it took her mind off the spanking Lady Sonia had promised her. Her mind kept straying back to the events of the night before, trying to make sense of it, but it was too bewildering for her to comprehend so she forced herself to think of other matters. She found herself thinking of her own Mother, Stepfather and her younger sister. Her Dad, who was an alcoholic and violent when drunk, had thankful left when Lesley was nine, and her Mum had remarried a couple of years later. Her Step Dad was strict, but very fair and loving. Lesley knew that her family would be worried about her. She had never said goodbye, but had left a note to say her and Dominic were eloping and going to New Zealand. For the first time she felt guilty, and just a little homesick.

The day dragged by for the newly weds, and in the evening that sat silently in their bedroom and read. Both avoided any conversation of what had happened the night before, or what was likely to unfold tonight.

Chapter 3

Lesley reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Lesley stood, took Dominic by the hand, and led him down the stairs.

With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge. They half hoped their landlady may have gone to bed, but there was to be no such luck tonight. She was seated in her favourite chair, deeply absorbed in her book.

Without looking up Lady Sonia spoke quietly, “Come in my darlings, take off your pyjama bottoms, and stand in front of me.”

“Both of us?” Dominic enquired

Lady Sonia looked up from her book and smiled, “Yes my dear, both of you.”

Neither thought of refusing her request. For some totally weird reason it seemed as if they had no choice other than to submit. Quietly they both removed their pyjama trousers, and then stood awkwardly, covering their pubic regions with their hands. Dominic took the lead and walked over to stand in the front of Lady Sonia. Silently Lesley followed.

For what seemed an eternity they were left standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. Finally Lady Sonia exaggerated the act of closing her book and with a big sigh putting in on the table beside her.

“Right my dears, who is to be first?”

Dominic’s jaw dropped. It had not occurred to him that he was also to be punished. He just assumed it was going to be Lesley, and he was going to have to endure the agony of watching. He now realised he was going to experience the agony first hand.

“No volunteers. Right, Dominic you are up first. Go and fetch my hairbrush.”

Dominic did not have it in himself to protest. He also knew that he was equally to blame for them having had illicit sex. Meekly he shuffled to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Now that he was holding it for himself, it looked to be even more of a fearsome object than the last time he had seen it.

With great difficulty he handed over the hairbrush. He had never been punished like this before, by being spanked. Up to now his experiences at the hands of his landlady had been pleasurable. More pleasurable than he could ever bring himself to admit to Lesley. Even though he was as humiliated as hell by submitting to Lady Sonia’s fondling of his penis, in some way it made his orgasms even more intense than ever. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Before he had a chance to even think about it, Lady Sonia had hold of his arm and pull him over her thighs. He could not believe how vulnerable he felt. Just as quickly the smacks of the hairbrush starting reining down on his exposed rear. He yelped like a puppy, from the mixture of surprise and pain. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.

Finally the spanking ceased and Dominic tenderly pulled himself off his landlady’s lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the pain

Lady Sonia looked over at a very apprehensive Lesley, gave her an engaging smile, and then patted her lap in a clear sign that it was now Lesley’s turn to take her punishment.

Lesley felt small and vulnerable, like a young child. She did not want to be spanked, but despite her apprehension she was surprised that the thought of being smacked was not as abhorrent to her as she felt it should be. These conflicting emotions confused her, however she was given no time to dwell on it. Before she knew it she was lying across Lesley’s lap, and after having her position briefly rearranged so her buttocks were nice and high in the air the smacks began to rain down. For what seemed like an eternity to Lesley her rear was pummelled with a flurry of strong blows.

She quickly gave up any pretence of being a mature adult, and she let her tears flow freely as she howled in pain. Just when she felt it would never end, it did. Lesley allowed herself to slide off her landlady’s lap and onto the carpet, while clutching her battered buttocks.

After being given a few minutes to compose themselves, Lady Sonia made both of them stand in front of her. Secretly she could not help but admire the sight before her. Two gorgeous young adults, tear-stained faces, naked from the waste with glowing red buttocks.

“Have you two learnt your lesson.”

The newly weds both nodded without hesitation.

“I can’t hear you,” Lady Sonia held her hand to her ear to emphasise the point.

“Yes,” they chorused

“Yes, what?” Lady Sonia persisted.

After a brief hesitation Lesley responded, “Yes, Mummy.”

“Dominic?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

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This particular week Lady Sonia got us to the hotel room early before her colleague arrived. She made me strip and put on the handcuffs behind my back, then she put a collar round my neck and pulled the cuffs with a chain high up between my shoulder blades fixing them to the collar. Then she stripped! My god, I knew she’d got dressed like a slut but seeing her made my cock immediately rock hard! She was in a red basque that lifted and separated her tits without covering anything. She has a good bust but the basque accentuated her assets wonderfully and I could see her nipples were already hard in anticipation. The lacy suspender straps dangling from the basque were pulled taut by the sheer black stockings she was wearing. The basque ended just below her belly button showing her voluptuous shaven cunt mound already glistening with her succulent juices. The red high heels emphasised the length and shapeliness of her gorgeous legs, the straps on them wrapping round her ankles and lower calves in a way that seemed to say, “I’m a slave girl, here for your pleasure!” Her voice was husky as she pushed me down to the floor and lay my head back on the bed kneeling over me with her already swollen sex pressed to my lips “get me ready for him”, she moaned, “arouse me so I cum before he even enters me!”

She was gasping and moaning and almost climaxing when we heard the key in the door. I tried to turn my head but she grabbed my hair and held me fast rubbing her cunt cream slicked pussy lips tight against my face. I heard her colleagues voice saying “there, see my little fuck slut hard at work with her wimp of a husband getting her ready for us!” I froze realising he was talking as though there was someone with him. Lady Sonia slowed down slightly rubbing her wide open cunt against my lips, nose and tongue and I heard her sultry voice cooing, “oh please Master my poor little cunt wants some real cock in it!” I heard more than one man’s laugh and then a woman’s tinkling giggle too. I pulled my head round to see two big black guys and a black woman all leering at us and laughing! Her colleague laughed, “well my little whore, you have to earn a cock up that voracious cunt of yours, tell us what you are prepared to do for us, and your pathetic husband, eh, hurry or we might decide you’re not worth bothering with!”

I was flabbergasted as I heard Lady Sonia’s voice pleading to be fucked, she begged them to let her suck their cocks and drink their spunk, she told them they could fuck her in the ass just so long as they gave it to her her cunt in the end and made her cum. There was no response so she carried on, begging, begging them to tell her how she could please them more. The black woman, middle aged but still attractive and with a voluptuous body moved closer and I saw Dis startled gaze fix on her as she blurted out, “Ill lick you cunny, Ill lick you till you cum!” The woman raised her eyebrows questioningly and Did almost screamed at her “whatever you want ill do, Ill lick you out after they’ve fucked you!” The woman smiled but still said nothing and turned her head to me, Lady Sonia was almost sobbing now in frustration, “they can fuck him in the mouth or in the ass, and…and he…he’ll lick you out too!” The woman nodded smiling and motioned to the two black boys who started to strip showing magnificent physiques and still soft but obviously huge cocks. Lady Sonia’s colleague just grinned and said he’d grab a drink and sit in the chair so he could watch the fun.

He told them they could fuck her where and how they liked but not to let her cum and they started a slow rhythmic shafting of her from both ends. Her mouth was so full she couldn’t speak but her muffled moans and groans told the story of how their cocks were stretching even her experienced and elastic love tunnel. When it was evident she was starting to get close the one fucking her from behind pulled his cock out and pressed it against her puckered browny red ass hole. She stopped sucking and let out a yell, “NO…No…You…YOU’RE Too BIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHH!” The guy face fucking her slapped her cheek hard with his huge cock and snapped “keep sucking bitch, you stop again and Ill piss down your throat till you choke!” I could hear her sobbing in pain as she resumed her enthusiastic sucking while the other guy pounded her stretched ass unremittingly”

The woman came across to me and felt between my legs, “hmm, too small to be a good fuck but hearing a man scream always makes me cum!” With that she squeezed my balls hard until I was crying in pain and begging her to stop. She slowly undressed and made me lie back on the bed so she could kneel over my face. I knew what she wanted and tongue fucked her strongly hoping I could satisfy her that way. I heard one of the black guys moan that he was cumming and told Lady Sonia that if she spilt so much as a drop he’d shove his fist up her cunt until she passed out. His soft repeated groaning told me that he had cum and from his complimentary comments about Lady Sonia’s cock sucking cum drinking ability I gathered that she had drunk the lot and not spilled any. Shortly after the second black guy let out a groan and announced that he was about to shoot his load right up her ass. Lady Sonia’s colleague gave a little round of applause and poured himself another drink.

The black woman tired of my efforts and pulled me from the bed by my balls. She clipped a padlock around them attached to a long chain and dragged me to the bathroom where she made me lie in the shower tray. My heart froze as I guessed what she was about to do. I started to shake my head at which point she crouched with her pussy over my mouth and the chain over her shoulders. As I closed my mouth to prevent swallowing any of the wee I was sure was coming she smiled and slapped a large piece of sticking plaster over my mouth. Then suddenly she stood up pulling my hips and legs off the floor by the chain round my balls. The pain was indescribable and I totally lost control of my bladder the scream muffled by the plaster. I came to with her face in front of mine talking soothingly “that hurt didn’t it”, I nodded, “now we’ll do that once more just so you remember what its like and won’t be a naughty boy again”. I shook my head pleadingly but once again she crouched over me looking tenderly in my eyes and saying softly “now, if you don’t want your balls torn off you have to do exactly what momma orders, yes….” I nodded fast but she slowly stood up lifting my lower body off the floor again and making me once again scream mutely through the gag. She lowered me to the floor and ripped off the plaster leaving me groaning softly. She rolled me onto my back with a sharp stiletto heel in my belly. Now open wide like a good boy. I knew better than to disobey and opened my mouth obediently as she lowered herself, legs spread wide, aimed carefully and filled my mouth with a long stream of sharp acrid pee.

After she’d showered me off she led me back into the room where i saw the black guys had changed round and were rhythmically shafting Lady Sonia again from each end. The black woman pulled from her bag a large black dildo and told me to kneel on the bed. She said “are you gonna be a good boy and not yell or does momma need to gag you again?” I nodded that I’d be good but I couldn’t help yelping a bit as she shoved the huge rubber cock up my tight little hole. After god knows how long she and one of the black guys swapped over, him fucking my ass and her kneeling over Lady Sonia’s face to be licked while the other guy fucked Lady Sonia’s cunt, swapping to her ass each time it looked like she might climax. After what must have been several hours the black guys were obviously all fucked out. They did try a couple more times to get Lady Sonia to suck them off even though their cocks were limp. To her credit she did a good job and they came a couple more times but she only got a dribble of semen each time.

Her colleague got up and gave the guys some money saying they had done a good job and he might use them again. After they had dressed and left he looked at Lady Sonia lying limp and bedraggled on the bed. “Well my poor little fuck slut, and you still haven’t cum have you!?” She shook her head pitifully, curled in a foetal position and trying at the same time to hold her tortured bottom and sore cunny. “So my little whore if you want to be allowed to cum before you go then you know how to please your Master don’t you?” She painfully rolled over and fell on the floor, crawling laboriously across to him pulling herself up to try to suck his cock. “Beg you little cock slut, tell me just what you’ve done, just what you are prepared to do, and just what you want!”

Lady Sonia took a deep breath and started to list out “I sucked the black guys cocks, I drank all the cum they could give me, I begged them to fuck me, I let them fuck my ass, I ate out the black woman and licked her peehole clean after she’d peed in david’s mouth…………..” She paused. Her colleague prompted, “and what will you do now?” She continued, breathlessly, “p…please let me suck you Master, Ill drink your cum, I…Ill let you fuck my ass,..I ..I want you to fuck my cunt.”

He snapped back in a surly manner, “you’ll LET me….tell me what you want bitch…show your husband what a depraved little fuck slut he’s married to, show him how you beg to be stretched in every slimy, cum filled fuck hole you possess!”

Lady Sonia sobbed softly then cried on “p…please master, please…I beg you..l..let me suck your wonderful cock…l..let me drink all the spunk you can give me…please Master..l..let me milk it dry and drink every gorgeous drop” “Better” he said…”go on slut, what else?”

“Please Master…I…I want you to f…fuck my ass until I..I’ve deserved to be allowed to cum…..th….then w…when you think I’ve deserved it I…I want you to shove that wonderful huge cock up my…my” “Go on” he snapped brusquely.

“I …I want you to shove your huge cock up my undeserving slimy fuckhole of a cunt …..I want you to cum in me Sir…a..and if…if I please you Sir..may I be allowed to c..cum Sir” He looked at her scathingly then turned to me..”Get me ready to fuck your slut” He poited to the bathroom and guessing what he meant I went in and knelt in the shower tray opening my mouth to let him direct his hot stream. By the time I had showered and got back into the room Lady Sonia was sucking him energetically and he was close to cumming. When he did he told her to hold it in her mouth and then made us kiss so I could taste it too.

Then he bent her over and fucked her hard from behind making her cry out where she was still so sore from the black guys. Once he’d shot his load he made me lick out her torn and bleeding damaged rosebud. Finally he made me lay an my back for her to kneel over me to watch as his huge shaft slid in and out of her cum soaked cunt. Even then he mocked her saying how she had a cunt like a billposters bucket, so stretched his cock hardly touched the sides. Eventually he came and I felt his juices flooding out of her slack cunt, stretched beyond anything she’d previously experienced. Finally he said “okay slut, I guess you’ve finally deserved it, let your pathetic hubby lick you to a climax”. I barely had enough energy left to do what I know she wanted but she eventually got there and we both almost passed out with exhaustion.

We both had to take the next day off to recover, we spent it in bed but neither of us could bear to have any kind of sexual contact…………………what is going to happen next time?

Here I am handing down some severe punishment to this young student. She needs to mind her manners and not speak unless spoken to. As much as I wanted her to suck my pussy right now she mush receive her spankings before she is allowed to.

Upon entering Myra’s house, he finds no one home. In the spare room, he finds a white tuxedo on the bed that he is to wear for the wedding. Next to the tux is a note with instructions to be at the Chapel at 5:00pm. Lady Sonia will pick him up in their rented limousine. Myra has not told Bill much about the ceremony and was told not to invite anyone. He didn’t like the idea of not telling his mother but did understand Myra’s reasoning that she might not approve of their arrangement. His contact with his mother is becoming less and less anyway, and decides that Myra is probably right.

It isn’t long before Lady Sonia arrives wearing a tight fitting black chauffeur’s outfit. Before they pull out of the driveway, Lady Sonia wraps a blind fold over Bill’s eyes. He finds, however, that if he tips his head up a little and to the side he can barely see out under the blind fold. The long drive takes them out of the city down long twisting isolated roads. The sun is setting and in the darkness Bill can not follow where they are going. There are no houses or buildings to be seen through the trees on both sides of the road.

Lady Sonia pulls into a driveway of what looks more like a farm building than it does a Chapel from the outside. Inside the appearance is much like a church with the rows of pews, the altar, and a large full color statue of the crucifixion of Jesus. Perhaps as many as a dozen women are sitting wearing light blue choir-like robes in the pews. All the women are wearing catwoman-like masks. There is a woman with a camera and another with a camcorder filming and taking pictures.

Myra, dressed in the same style robe but in dark instead of the light blue color, is standing by the altar. Next to her is another woman wearing a priest collar in a black cassock. Lady Sonia takes Bill’s arm and leads him down the aisle with all eyes on him. The woman playing the organ stops when Bill and Lady Sonia reach the altar. The priestess instructs Bill to kneel on the altar step next to Myra. She begins reciting the wedding ceremony from the book.

While listening to the priestess, Bill looks up at the crucifixion statue. Never has he seen one so lifelike. He sees the crown of thorns that pierce Jesus’ head, the rusted nails hammered through his hands and feet, and the streams of red blood not only running down his face, but running down his chest, his stomach and his legs as well.

The priestess instructs Bill to recite his vowels to love, obey, and accept Myra as his wife which Bill does. Myra then recites her vowels to care, support and accept Bill as her husband.

“Until death do us part,” the priestess asks them to say. “It is time for you, Bill, to kiss the bride.”

Myra turns to face Bill who is still on his knees. She moves directly in front of him and lifts her gown. Bill sees a mass of fluffy pubic hairs and knows that she has washed. As his lips press against her mound he smells the freshness of her sex.

The organ starts playing again. Bill is instructed to rise. Myra takes his arm and they head down the aisle out the chapel doors. Myra and Bill greet all the women as they leave the chapel. They congratulate Bill and tell Myra that she has made a fine catch. As they walk out the chapel, Lady Sonia opens the limousine doors for them. It will be a short drive to the wedding reception.

The reception hall, if one could call it that, looks similar to the chapel from the outside. Inside is a large square shaped room furnished with sectional sofas along all the walls. In the center of the room is a tall standing piece of furniture covered in a white cloth. Bill thinks it might be a tall full length mirror. The floor looks like wood but is an imitation tile. The walls are covered in brown drapes. The women are milling around sipping glasses of champagne. They don’t pay much attention to Bill and Myra’s entrance except for the two women with a camera and camcorder.

“A picture for the bride and groom,” the photographer calls out. Both Bill and Myra pose for a wedding shot.

“It is almost time to remove your chastity belt, darling. Take off your shoes and pants but keep your shirt, tie, and tuxedo vest on. You look so handsome in it,” Myra tells him as she squeezes his arm. Bill thought they would do this in private and feels a little awkward stripping in front of so many women. And it certainly does catch their attention as they start gathering around him making conversation. Lady Sonia hands him a full glass of champagne and Myra offers a toast to her new husband.

Some of the women examine his chastity belt and complement Bill on his Prince Albert piercing. Others want to see his tongue and he playfully sticks it out licking his nose to the amazement and laughter of everyone present. Bill is feeling more comfortable and one of the women pours him another glass of champagne. They all raise their glasses in a wedding toast.

Myra informs Bill it is time to remove his chastity belt for once and for all. All the women stand aside as Myra cuts off the lock and she slips the cage off his penis. His cock pops out rock hard and everyone applauds.

Lady Sonia had left the room but now appears again. She has changed from her chauffeur outfit to a tight fitting short skirt nurse costume with a red cross on the front, and she is carrying a nurse’s kit. Everyone turns their attention to her as she makes her way to the center of the room and some of the women whistle at her. She pulls the cover from the center piece in the room. Bill sees what looks like a tall glass window held in an oriental carved wooden frame.

Myra takes his arm and leads him to it with the women following. Bill sees it more clearly now: It is a double paned glass held in a frame, and the glass has a hole in the center. The hole is about 2.5 inches diameter. The women mill around it touching the frame, touching the glass, and they tell Myra what a beautiful antique she has purchased. She tells them it was build in France in the late 19th century to punish men convicted of rape, but it was only used for a short period before being outlawed as cruel and unusual punishment. All the parts are original except for the glass, which she replaced. The last time it was used for its intended purpose was almost 150 years ago. Myra intends to change that tonight.

Bill stares up to the top of the frame to what looks like a very large long thin razor blade. The blade is positioned to slide between the panes of glass and is hinged on taught springs. On the side is a release lever.

“Ms Myra, what is this?” Bill asks meekly.

As the women move away, Myra says, “This is your cure, darling. This is your fix. Never again will you need the chastity belt as I promised.”

“Oh dear god… no…,” Bill stammers in disbelief. He thinks he recognizes the object before him: He is looking a guillotine – a guillotine for his cock!

“You must understand, dear. The chastity belt is a training device. You have gone four weeks without a cock and now it is time to go without a cock for real. It is much better this way, no locks, no uncomfortable cages, no cleaning sessions, and no asking or begging for release. Just accept that this is part of your cure.”

Now Bill is really scared and his once hard cock has softened as small as it can shrink. Myra looks at Bill’s lost erection and she knows the challenge is before her. Bill is a young man in the prime of his sex life. Not one of those weirdoes with transgender fantasies – who are so easily found on the internet.

Myra wants, now more than ever: to experience the thrill of watching while a willing man severs his penis for her delight and empowerment. Myra loves the thought of male castration, but cutting the penis is so much better; it avoids all the unwanted physical changes caused by the loss of male hormones. She doesn’t want her mate to become calm and docile. On the contrary, she wants his aggression heightened with a lifetime of exasperation – forever being denied penile penetration. He can have his vengeance on me by burying his face between my thighs and savaging me with tongue lashes – punishing me for my indiscretions, she thinks to herself. It is too good, it is too perfect, it is so hot, and she wants it. She wants Bill’s cock.

“Now, now, that is not the way to act on our wedding night.” Myra moves behind him and reaches in front taking his shrunken dick in her fingers. The women take seats where they can have a good view and Bill sees them raising their gowns – none of them are wearing panties. They start slowly touching their pussies. Myra starts rubbing his cock and whispers into his ear, “Everyone is getting excited, and can’t you feel the electricity in the air? Don’t think too much about it. Just live for the moment. You are going to cum before it is done. Think of how good it will be to cum,” she whispers and licks his ear. It is not long before Myra feels the blood surging in his penis and she is now fisting his cock like a pro. “Oh, yes, get a good hardon for your new bride and let her play with you on her wedding night.”

Once Bill is fully erect again, she releases the pressure but continues to stroke him lightly. Lady Sonia hands Bill a wedding present and sits on a stool directly in front of him. The tight skirt of her nurse’s uniform raises as she sits giving Bill a view of her shapely thighs. “Open your wedding present from Lady Sonia, Bill,” Myra tells him while continuing to stroke him lightly. Bill opens it and is not quite sure what to make of it. “It is a penisplug, dear… Well… it is not a typical penisplug but a modified flexible catheter tube with a ringed-metal plug. The ring is designed to fit in your Prince Albert piercing.

It will help control your orgasm so it happens at the right time. Isn’t it beautiful? Myra, standing behind Bill, one arm around his waist, her other hand around his cock, hugs him pressing against his back, licking his ear again. “Don’t worry, dear, it will heighten your excitement. I just want to play. You know how I love to tease.” Lady Sonia takes the penisplug from Bill, takes a tube of KY jell from her nurse’s kit, and lubricates the catheter tubing.

Like a professional performing a urinary operation, Lady Sonia removes his Prince Albert ring and aims the open tip of the tube at his pee hole. Bill moves, but Myra hugs him tighter. “Ms Myra, please don’t make me do this.”

“You can do this dear, now stay still and show me what a brave little soldier I have married. When Bill feels it enter, it hurts and he starts to go soft. “It goes in easier if you keep a good hard dick,” Myra says as she squeezes his cock and holds him firmly. Lady Sonia pushes it in and Bill feels a burning sensation as he watches Lady Sonia impale his cock. Bill looks away only to see the other women watching intently. They open their legs flaunting him with good views of their cunts as they play with themselves. “Everyone is enjoying the show. I am so proud of you, dear,” Myra says as she hugs him tightly.

Lady Sonia relentlessly feeds the tube deep down his pee hole until it touches his prostate. There is not a chance of him cumming, however, not this frightened state. Lady Sonia fastens the looped ring attached to the top of the penisplug through his penis head piercing securing it firmly. Myra starts playing with his penis again and turns him to face the guillotine. “You look so handsome, dear, with your tuxedo and penis dress. She then lets him go and walks around to the other side of the guillotine. “Stick it in, dear, I will take you on the other side. Don’t make me wait to take my wedding present.” Bill doesn’t move…

Lady Sonia runs her hand up the back of Bill’s thighs to his boyishly shaped bottom and presses her fingers against him urging him to move forward. Bill looks at her. She is smiling up at him and there is a look of lust in her eyes.

Bill looks at the device before him. Myra is on the other side tracing her fingers around the aperture opening. “Come on, baby, put your magnificent manhood on display. Everyone is hot and wants to cum.” Lady Sonia moves her hand down his bottom, goes up between his thighs, and cups his balls in her hand massaging them. What little softness had started to possess his cock quickly vanishes. “Oh yes, baby, show us all what a proud husband you are; stick it in the guillotine’s love hole; fan it like a proud male peacock fans his feathers.”

Lady Sonia is now standing behind Bill urging him more than ever to move forward. Not really knowing why – perhaps he can’t think, perhaps the champagne, perhaps it is Lady Sonia’s gentle but firm pushing, perhaps it is the excitement, but most likely it is from Myra’s training – he moves forward, his cock goes through the guillotine aperture.

The room is aghast with ous and awes of disbelief. Myra eyes open wide as she exhales in quiet achievement. My god he has done it, she thinks to herself. Not only has he stuck it completely through, but he is sporting a magnificently curved banana erection. The triumph is so sweet for Myra because she has not used physical force – no bonds or chains. She has captured her sexual prey with emotion and will power. She slips the middle finger of her left hand through the penisplug ring; he will not be pulling back out. She feels her clit swell and protrude from her lips as her womanly juices wet her twat. A power tremor rushes through her body. His cock is now hers – completely ready for the taking – but before she takes, she will reward his blind obedience. With her right hand she begins Bill’s final jerk off.

Lady Sonia moves Bill’s hand up an on the release lever. “When you come, my darling, you need to pull the release lever,” Myra tells him in an excited voice. The shock of the reality of the situation really hits Bill and he instinctively moves back but Myra left hand does not permit, and Lady Sonia only gently pushes back against his bare bottom keeping his hips nice and flush against the smooth cool glass. Bill is filled by a sense of panic and perspiration is dripping down his face. But the pleasure of Myra’s stroking hand is taking him to the brink. He is scared to death but his balls surge with four weeks of unshot cum.

He looks at the women around the room and they return his look with open legs. Some of them finger fucking their vaginas, sticking out their tongues at him, licking their lips. Lady Sonia’s one hand is massaging his balls and her other is squeezing his bottom. Lady Sonia is very much into dungeon play, séances, witchcraft, and devil worship but nothing compares to the type of theater that Myra can orchestrate, and this penectomy scene is turning her on to the max.

Myra’s continues her expert hand job keeping Bill’s cock taut and stretched to full length making sure that when the blade drops the full length of his penis will be taken. “Enjoy it, baby, enjoy it, enjoy our wedding night,” Myra tells him in an excited sexual voice. Her words set him off and he starts to blow his sperm up the tube… But his semen is blocked by the plug that caps the catheter tube, which forces a retrograded ejaculation that makes Bill cringe. “Pull the lever now, darling, release your seed and let us all cum together.” She sees a small amount of semen ooze out around the penisplug. He is cumming but not pulling the lever…

Myra looks at Lady Sonia and she understands. It would have been wonderful for Bill to have cut off his own dick, but having her lover assistant perform the act will have to suffice. Lady Sonia places her hand on top of Bill’s hand, which holds the lever, and presses down. The lever releases…

Bill sees the flash of steel before his eyes. The cut is so fast and clean, there is hardly any feel and his cry is more of shock than of pain. Myra pulls his severed cock away releasing a jet of pent up semen that spews from what little remains of his penis. The room is filled with sounds of women crying in excitement. Lady Sonia quickly hands Myra what looks like a candle stick holder. Myra inserts the bloodied end of his cock – which is kept upright by the severed catheter tube – into the holder base. She clamps it shut around the end of his penis, and she holds it up high like the statue of liberty – a trickle of blood runs down the holder, down her hand, and down her arm – for everyone to see, and she receives their applause and adulations.

Two women help Bill – as he falls back – make his way to a stretcher and lie him down. Lady Sonia takes a syringe filled with a blood coagulating drug from her nurse’s kit and starts injecting his wound. The pain of the injections is far worst then his penectomy and Bill moves and screams in pain as the women hold him down allowing Lady Sonia to finish her work. The bleeding stops quickly. She then gives him two pills and helps him drink a glass of water.

Myra removes her robe and comes up to Bill in the nude holding his penis that is kept erect and flexible with the catheter tube inside the urinary track. “Thank you for giving me your cock, dear. And now, as I promised you for our wedding night, I am going to feel your virgin cock inside my snatch. Bill watches with everyone else as Myra inserts his cock into her vagina hole. “Do you like watching me fuck myself on your virgin dick? It feels so good having you inside me.”

As Myra plunges Bill’s penis in and out of her sex, she preaches to him: “A man defines his sexuality in terms of his penis, dear. Even though you may not completely understand it yet, but by cutting off your penis, it fulfills your desire for the fundamental penance. Just as our Lord sacrificed himself on the cross for the transgressions of mankind, you have sacrificed yourself in this guillotine for your own transgressions against womanhood. In this way you have been cured. I now absolve you of all your guilt feelings that you have towards the female race. You are now free and liberated, and I give you your true place in the world as our wedding present.”

Although Myra may rationalize her acts through Freudian thought, she deep down realizes she is an insatiable bitch. When she finds a man that she can dominate, she takes and takes until he can give no more. She doesn’t want simple respect, but extreme awe, reverence and worship. Drive them to lust, and then drive them to despair. What other way is there for her to become the complete goddess?

Myra stops fucking herself with Bill’s cock and withdraws it from her vagina. One of the women opens the door and Maggie bounds into the room. Myra is handed a bowl half full of dog food. “Poor Maggie hasn’t eaten for a day.” Myra unfastens his penis from its holder, unclips the ring that holds the cock head, and slides the softened penis down off the penisplug into the dog dish bowl. She stirs it around in the dog food, and then sets it on the floor. They all watch as Maggie eagerly woofs down Bill’s cock. “No happy John Bobbitt ending for you, my dear.”

Myra straddles Bill’s face presenting her pussy to his mouth. “Now thank me, my dear husband, for curing you. Show me your appreciation by eating my twat. Show the women here what a great pussy eater I have married.”

In Bill’s now shocked and drugged state, he can’t and doesn’t want to obey… “Oh baby, I save my pussy all this time for you and now this is what you do.” Myra gets off his face… “It is alright, dear, I understand.”

“Now that you have given your wedding present, Lady Sonia, give Bill my present to him.” Lady Sonia opens a box and shows Bill a barbell tongue stud. “Since your penis jewelry won’t do you much good any more, I thought a jewel for your tongue would be a nice replacement. Stick out your tongue, dear.” Bill, like a zombie, partially opens his mouth. Lady Sonia sticks the scissor tweezers into his mouth, pinches his tongue, pulls it out, and then expertly drives the piercing needle through the center followed by the 12 gauge barbell.

All the women disrobe except for their masks, and start kissing each other. Bill watches as a lesbian orgy breaks out. He feels the effects of the pills that Lady Sonia has given him and falls asleep. His last memory of the night will be the sight of Lady Sonia’s on her knees with her head between a woman’s thighs.