Whistler's Mumma

'Don't worry, you're coming along just perfectly, I won't really hurt you- not yet anyway!.. now kneel and face the bed!'

He dropped to his knees. Mother casually turned her head toward the door on the other side of the room, in which was a luxurious en-suite complete with its own furnishings. The door slowly moved further inward and out from the room stepped the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

It was Jane Whistler. Jane Whistler! He said it over and over again. The initial dowdy creature had only partly revealed her charms when she had transformed on that night last week. Now she showed just how completely captivating she could be. She wore thigh length patent boots and her thighs and delectable bottom were softly wrapped by sheer black tights. She turned to allow him a full rear view before she sat; the tight thin black leather panties were no more than a g-string at the rear, and the front;, as per mother, revealed the full shape of her womanhood enticingly. Her tight black corseted bodice squeezed her waist and acted to support her prim and perfect breasts which were not hidden, but greatly emphasised by the thin see-through black chiffon of her top. Her pony tail was now jutting from the crown of her head and was bound for the most part in black leather; the three inches or so remaining, like a tassel. Her facial make-up set her off as the very essence of a superior and dominant woman.

From that moment on He knew he would never get away from her, unless this was as she desired. She smiled sweetly at him and glided sideways to sit near mother.

'Remain on your knees and come closer' said mother.

He shuffled forward, transfixed by the two.

'Closer!' mother barked;

he moved in till his erection was virtually touching the bed between the two women. They had him just where they wanted him. He had smelt their expensive perfume on entering the house, but they knew he'd smell the sweet scent of their arousal now he was close. They toyed with his hair, touched his skin, and mother teased the end of his manhood with her wicked cane;

'Look at his dear little weapon- it's so sweet!'

Her tone then became a little sterner;

'Though you will always refer to me as mother, you will now refer to Jane as 'Mistress', as she will now own you. Do you understand?'

He was still dazed by it all, but how he wanted to be hers. Before he could rely Jane said;

'Please say that you'll be mine!'

There was more desire than dominance in her tone at this point, and this somehow touched him in sharper fashion than any cane could.

'Yes Mistress, I want be yours, I want to be owned by you'

Jane Whistler swelled with satisfaction and gratitude at his response; something inside her fluttered like never before. Though she'd had boys and men in this position before, they had been simple objects of lust and titillation. She liked this one like no other. Her full confidence restored, she tried her new goods out;

'You may kiss my boots now' she said haughtily.

He bent down and kissed the shiny forefoot of each boot and the women sniggered. His member throbbed at this. Now he was looking forward to what lay ahead.

'Now we'll dress you for the club'

He was ushered to the dressing table and prepared. Firstly a silky cord was tied, not too tight, not too loose, around the top of his scrotum and base of his penis.

'This is to remind you, every time you are erect, and when you are flaccid that you are owned.'

When it had been tied he immediately understood; it was curiously uncomfortable, yet pleasurable and he took in its significance immediately. He was made to wear a baggy black silk skirt which went full length the floor; a simple elasticated waist band. He felt a little uncomfortable in this as he thought people may think him transvestite. The ladies saw his discomfort;

'Good' they said, 'You'll soon learn to enjoy the humiliation of wearing this, it's intended to make you feel effeminate and will help you with the humility we desire.'

He tried to look contented with the explanation but they knew this was not the case. They both smiled with satisfaction. The skirt was topped with a sleeveless full length black silk shroud.

'This is an authentic replica of a shroud worn in regency times by men at the gallows; this would be worn as they were noosed and despatched – we're told that this attire was chosen because in those days, the mob would steal the clothes from the corpse as it hanged there, and that this would deter them- the clothes having been donated to friends prior to the drop. We believe otherwise though; we think it was done so the men could experience a full and free erection as they hanged, because it is well known that men disgrace themselves and ejaculate when enjoyed by the rope. Oh, if only public hangings were still allowed' sighed mother.

'How does it feel to be wearing an 'execution cape'? Perhaps we'll have some role play games later.'

For some strange reason this gave him the stiffest erection he'd had in some time which was patently apparent as it caught in the billowing cape; the silky cord squeezed his balls giving him his first reminder.

His feet were adorned with strange soft, high heeled slippers with a sparkly 'J W' on each at the toe, emphasising Jane's ownership; these stretched his legs, making him look even more effeminate; the women could not help but show their pleasure at this- they were thoroughly enjoying his humiliation.

Jane then took great pleasure in finishing the job by fitting him with a collar and leash; this was her privilege alone, as she now owned him. He was made to look at himself in the huge mirror. From the neck down there may well have been a woman in there. He looked at the ravishing dominatrix who was now his mistress, and her mentor, the superior mature woman who could control him without question. He was really beginning to enjoy the the humiliation already endured and that which would no doubt follow. The women delighted in posing before a time-delay camera for a few pictures, Mother picked up two leather face masks from a hook on the wall and then sorted around in a draw for a larger one- she placed it against his face;

'ideal! , we're ready for the club'.

Part Two.

At first he wobbled on the humiliating shoes, but managed to gain some control, enough to be shepherded into the back of a large plush black car with, of course, leather seats. He nestled, now strangely comfortably into the back seat; Jane cuddled up to him-

'I know you're scared' she said, as though talking to a small child- 'but don't worry, you'll see, you will learn to enjoy what's to come.' And she smiled wickedly.

Mother drove and added;

'Oh by the way; did you like that room where we changed you?'

'Err, yes of course, it was very comfortable' he replied.

'Good' she said-'because that's where you will be staying-we'll need to take good care of you from now on-we can't have you getting ill or something in that hovel you were in!'-she giggled.

'Thank you.' he said-it seemed his entire world was moving over to theirs.

Jane pulled him to her on hearing this confirmation; she engaged him in a long luscious kiss once more. Mother saw this in the rear-view and was mildly anxious for once; Jane had not shown this much interest in any of her previous captives before. As per planned , they had all been trained at the house and sold off to other women at the club, having spent weekends at various homes where the prospective buyers could sample and test the prospective purchases. He WAS a darling though, she pondered.

'Shall we drive through the Town Centre on the way?' said mother.

She was anxious to pull Jane's attention away from her present fixation;

'Oh, oh OK!' said Jane sitting up.

He was horrified! What if the car broke down? What if he were seen dressed like this by someone he knew? What if the Police stopped us? For the first time in about 2 hours he lost his erection.

Mother caught the look on his face and was delighted. He wasn't quite so happy, but it was twilight now and images were difficult to make out anyhow, he reasoned. With wicked determination she drove right past the Working Men's club he had attended only last week; it was about to open and the wall next to it was lined with men and women queuing to get in; one of them casually stepped off the pavement and down the kerb to stamp out a spent cigarette... this was the chance mother had hoped for; she blasted away on the horn!!! Though there wasn't the remotest chance of the man being run over, he had served her purpose well; all eyes in the queue stooped down to see and homed in on the car and its occupants as the light faded. He held his breath and tried with all his might to appear nonchalant.

The car streaked by. Back in the queue, three of the men looked at each other;

'Did you see who that was?!

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'Yeah' said another. 'The lucky, lucky bastard!-did you see that gorgeous bird he was with, and in that huge car? How the hell has he managed that? Wearing a dicky-bow tie as well- he's a dark horse! I bet the lucky sod gets to give her a right spanking later.'

They could not have been further from the truth with their last supposition.

As the car moved on he began to relax a little. Mother smirked at her escapade knowing full well that people outside the car may make out faces, but would not see, focus, or recollect what the occupants wore below neck level. He tried not to allow it, but the silk felt luxuriant against his naked body, Jane noticed him squirming and rubbed him gently;

'Oh how I'm going to enjoy parading you in front of my friends-we're going to have a simply delicious evening.'

This was better thought mother; 'when she's relaxed and had a few drinks with the other women who adored her company, she'd soon need no goading into teasing and tormenting their latest asset.'

The car went down an exclusive drive at the town's outskirts, past a 'No through Road' sign and up to an obscure and unadvertised gated driveway. Mother let the window down and waved an electronic pass card- the gates swung open-on they went. About half a mile further on, in a clearing amongst thickly set mature trees was a huge house; ablaze with lights like a Christmas tree. There were large cars pulling up all the time. From them strutted Dommes with various slaves. As they pulled up, he went to get out,

'No' said Jane- me first.

And before several women who watched eagerly; she opened the door and helped him out, as though he were the delicate woman.

'Oh! what a delightful sissy' said one of the women.

Jane grinned; his first humiliation- as though his dress was not humiliation enough, he had been made to look even more effeminate by his mistresses' actions. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse than the occupant of the next car; A Rubenesque beauty alighted from her limo and trailed a leash twice the length of his – out followed a man, careful to immediately get down on all fours, dressed head to toe in a 'Doggy' outfit; the head with long floppy ears and black spongy nose; his rear end bare but for a butt plug adorned with long floppy tail. As if choreographed, an obviously lesbian domina arrived on cue with a female 'poodle' example. The two 'dogs' were brought together and performed a ritual smelling of each other's rear ends. He could not believe it. He was soon to learn that such acts were commonplace here, and practiced 'de rigueur'.

Before entering the leather masks were donned; they only served to cover the forehead and eyes. They gave the dommes a wonderfully sinister look but did not disguise old friends from each other. He was walked in by Jane, careful not to pull his leash to tight and make him stumble in those precarious shoes, the black silk washed intimately against his body as he watched his delectable mistress lead him to god knows what. He viewed the wicked females and their captives and was suddenly overwhelmed by a deep erotic feeling; like all these other poor wretches he had let himself become owned. He was still yet to completely comprehend why, but curiosity and his growing feelings for the two assertive women gave him a strange sense of pleasure which overwhelmed the natural indignity he felt at being embarrassingly dressed and treated effeminately.

Her usual close throng of friends saw her arriving and began to clap as they espied the new toy within the black shroud of silk; a prominence at the front gave his excitement away; try as he might to quell his feelings and keep himself flaccid, the scent and vision of the myriad of erotically clad women along with his blatant humiliation, meant his deepest carnal thoughts ruled his physical state.

The two women ushered him into the apex of a large horseshoe shaped sofa – a large table in the middle. Jane and mother sat either side; lots of their friends huddled round, eager to get a feeling for the new offering. He was not aware at that point that the two women had had their enjoyment of many males before and when they had tired of them, they had been sold off like livestock to the highest bidder or specially trained for a friend deemed most in need of a 'pet'.

Drinks were brought to the table by waitresses uniformly dressed in white satin outfits so that they were easily hailed at a distance. Cocktails and wine glasses, bottles and jugs soon cluttered the table, occupying the vacant spaces between whips, crops and flails which rested there, awaiting use by their owners. Various entertainments were performed on the huge stage in the centre of the hall. As the time wore on, the women about the table were introduced to him; he was made to drink some very strong mixtures in order to loosen his tongue. Mother stayed virtually sober of course; she would need to drive them to the next destination and home afterwards, but Jane had had several; enough to bring out her wickedness.

Mother got up to go to the girl's room; as she did the redhead slid next to him. She looked at Jane first, who winked at her.

'Tonight is your first night, and we ladies have been waiting to entertain you.'

She produced a blue diamond shape tablet from her purse and looked again at Jane. Jane nodded; a smirk on her face.'Tonight you will need your medicine as we are all going to have fun with you'

She popped the tablet into his drink and swirled it round and round with the aid of a cocktail stick like a miniature teacher's cane, her slender fingers adorned with spikey nails deftly twirling the liquid. Other members of the throng were leaning in across the table now, crops and flails allowed to casually drop to the floor as they made room for leather and chiffon covered elbows.

'Who's house is he to be initiated in?'

said a blonde with sixties style thick black spidery eyelashes and a purple see-through top which allowed him a generous view of sumptuous breasts with pert nipples.

'We're at mine tonight; you've not seen my 'pleasure parlour' since I've had it renovated'

said a curvaceous middle-aged brunette with a teasing upper-middle class accent. The women giggled at this.

'Oh you're insatiable!;Why can't you leave it alone for more than 3 months-there was nothing wrong with the old design!'said a ginger woman with sweetly freckled snowy skin. The brunette continued;

'It's fitting that we christen them both tonight!'

The women laughed and he tried to take this all in. Jane put her hand through the folds in the silk and held his manhood through the smooth material; the silky cord tensioned around his balls. She looked him in the eye;

'Tonight you will get to know me for the first time. You are going to please me and all the other women who attend. You will know all of the women with your eyes closed by the time the night is over. If you perform well, I shall reward you when I get you home alone on our return.'

When mother returned she sat half-way round the table and eyed their latest catch. He was certainly as appealing as any of the others they had processed and she relished some time alone with him herself. His new found friends took turns at sitting next to him where mother had previously sat; each of them expressing what they desired most in a good male servant and all of them careful to get as close to him as possible to allow him to sample their scents; each having a subtle tone of its own. They all probed him for what he would most like to do in pleasing a mistress; some were very pleased indeed to hear that there were sordid acts that entered his head but he'd not actually experienced time with a dominatrix before tonight; they tingled at the prospect of realising his and their dreams.

'Oh, I bet you'd love to be caned by a middle-aged, middle-class woman whilst lying naked in front of many other women, wouldn't you?' teased the brunette whose house they would son depart to;

'I ....I think I might, though just the threat of the cane in the hands of a woman excites me very much'

he cowered- something inside him now wanted to experience a little pain at the hands of this confident assertive lady, but he was too ashamed to admit it.

'Oh! We'll soon have you enjoying a little punishment.'

She had had perhaps a little too much alcohol and swished back a glass of clear lemonade in an effort to recover quickly. Noticing that Jane was talking with another and had loosened her grip on his leash, she put her hand behind his head, peeled her skirt back and pulled him down as she parted her legs slightly. He automatically inhaled as he went down to her; her scent was intoxicating. She lifted him back up.

'Imagine how that tastes' she said giggling 'You'll soon find out!' and she winked at him and then stood up with the others.

They were ready to leave. They all looked at him intently.

'Ah yes, ready for execution' said the ginger Dominatrix.

'Part of your spirit will die for womanhood tonight, that's for sure'- smirked the blonde.

He was led out of the club by Jane; the leash held a little tighter than on entry, a band of attractive, experienced, dominatrix' walked in procession behind, as though he was indeed being led to the gallows. Other women in groups and individually stood by and clapped and giggled as he was led by in humiliation. He now felt a greater sense of erotic pleasure than before and was beginning to relish the shame, and had a yearning to arrive at the private residence as he thought of the passions described by the women.

Part Three

He sat in the rear of the car between Jane and the Brunette; her name was Bella; 'Mistress Bella' to him. The redhead sat up front with mother, and sat twisted in the seat as she fantasised about how he would react on his first real step to complete submission. She half hoped he'd need to be held down whilst enduring some of their pleasures; she so loved to take part in breaking a man's spirit. She doubted it though; this one had little of the chauvinistic attributes that prospective slaves often couldn't help but show when in the company of females, even those who like her were obviously dominant.

He caught her eyeing him and she softly smiled, he waited till it was fully apparent she was smiling before returning the softest of smiles.

'No, she thought, he'll do just has he's told right from the word go' she couldn't wait to have him on his knees, naked, before her.

Bella and Jane squeezed him between their curvy bodies.

'Close your eyes' said Jane, she then somehow managed to remove her panties; she placed them under his nose-he immediately felt the warmth and smelled the sweet delicate unmistakable feminine scent;

'Open eyes' she said. 'Now have a good sniff of the essence of the mistress that owns you'.

He did so; she gently toyed with the end of his rigid penis as he enjoyed her musky perfume.

'One of the games we'll play tonight will involve you identifying your mistress blindfold – sniff deeply and remember my scent; get it wrong and you'll be punished!' She giggled.