The Secluded Submission - Pt. 01
He'd never quite seen anything like the advertisement he'd read in the classified ads that day.
Who even advertised in newspapers these days? Everything was online now surely?
But that is what they'd wanted.
Timewasters could easily apply with the click of a button.
Someone would have to go to more trouble to write and post the letter, they'd have to be more serious.......he was.....and he had.
4 women had decided they wanted a party, a special party with a special guest.
They'd know each other years through various different reasons, but the thing that bound them together was their belief that women were superior to males, their love of submissive males and their love of having a good time!
The luxury cottage in the secluded Welsh mountains had been booked for months, they'd all agreed loosely on a format for the weekend, and all they needed now was a willing plaything or a willing victim depending on how you viewed it.
The advert had been placed in a newspaper and didn't disguise what they were looking for:
WANTED:
Submissive male aged between 40 and 50.
Must be prepared to serve a harem of Dominant females over a full weekend
Limits will be respected but the successful candidate will have few limits
Travel, food, clothing, testing all included
Wavier must be signed
Must be +6ft 2in
Must be physically fit
Must be virial
Apply in writing, with face and fully naked picture to 234 Appleton Lane, xxxxxxx xxxxx, England, UK
Within 2 hours his letter was in the post and within the week his phone had rang and the negotiations had started.
Emma had been tasked with finding the slut.
At 35 she was the youngest of the party goers. A tall slim brunette, with everlasting legs that were almost always clad in nylon, she held a high-flying day job and loved to unwind after a busy week by abusing some poor unfortunate slave - male or female didn't matter to her.
She was also a sadist. The look of fear in her plaything's eyes gave her an uncontrollable rush.
She'd discovered he lust for pain at 19. Whilst having make up sex with a cheating boyfriend she's ripped the skin on his back with her fingernails. The way he gasped as she did it and then proceeded to fucked her harder than she's ever been fucked before had given her the best orgasm of her life.
The way the scratch marks took months to heal fully and the way he wore them as a badge of honour all summer as he walked round bare chested on vacation turned her on too. She still masturbated thinking about it to this day.
Emma mused over the reply to the newspaper advert and then reached for her phone and began to dial his number with her fingers that were perfectly manicured with red nail vanish.
A deep voice answered "Hello?"
"Is that Matt?" Emma asked, her voice prickly and commanding.
"Yes, this is Matt," he replied. A rush had already run through his body, somehow, he already knew what this was about.
"My name's Emma. I'm calling about your reply to my ad. We've received your letter and pictures. We need to talk about your application." She let the words hang in the air, knowing the power of her silence.
His breath quickened and his heart rate jumped. "Of course. I'm ready to discuss whatever you need."
He voice said one thing, but his mind was screaming another - "DON'T GET INTO THIS, YOU'VE NO IDEA WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE!"
Too late............. They'd already hooked him.
Emma smiled, knowing she had his full attention. "Good. You've met our physical requirements, and your letter was...intriguing. We have a few questions before we proceed."
"Errm....OK....ask away," he said, his voice unsteady and tinged with nervous anticipation.
Emma smiled again; she could sense the power over him just from the change in his voice.
"We need to ensure you understand the level of commitment we're expecting. This weekend is not just about serving us; it's about complete submission. You'll be expected to follow orders without hesitation and take whatever we choose to subject you to. We're happy with your list of limits. We're not interested in anything illegal and no one wants you to have any long lasting physical effects, although I can't guarantee you won't be totally mind fucked! Can you handle that?"
"Sounds amazing," he replied, "I'm excited to have the chance to join you!"
Emma felt a thrill at his readiness, this cunt would say yes to anything!
"Excellent! Well, I'm not going to go over the limits in detail now because we've got them in your application, they'll be respected. You'll need to be in character as soon as you arrive and you won't break character until you leave. Your safe word is 'Red', but don't you dare fucking say it!
We'll provide travel details and a list of items you'll need to bring. Make sure you follow it to the letter. I'll also send the disclaimer for you to sign and details of where to go to go tested. Do you understand?"
"I understand,"
"Perfect. Well, this has been fucking easy hasn't it slut?" she mocked, "See you at 9pm on 21! And two things Matt, you'd better live up to our expectations, and when you arrive, you will address us as 'Mistress.' Is that clear? Oh, and I want special treatment because I'm the one who had the final say in picking you!" her voice had changed mid-sentence from confident to almost aggressive.
His swollen cock pressed against his work trousers, he glanced around the office where he was supposed to be working, if only his work colleagues knew! "Yes, Mistress," he replied quietly so no one could hear.
Emma hung up the phone, feeling a rush of excitement. She had a good feeling about Matt.
The 21st came round quickly for all involved.
The other three women were already at the cottage, preparing for the weekend as Emma drove through the winding roads of the Welsh mountains, the anticipation building with every mile. When she finally arrived, the sight of the secluded, luxurious cottage nestled among the trees brought a smile to her face.
The cottage was perfectly remote with all the mod-cons and most importantly, no nosey neighbours!
Inside, her friends were busy unpacking and preparing for their guest. Natalie, the oldest at 42, was a statuesque blonde with an air of authority. She greeted Emma with a knowing smile.
"Everything set?" Emma asked.
"Almost," Natalie replied. "Do you think he'll be what we're hoping for?"
"He's perfect. Willing, experienced, and eager. I've spoken to him 4 times now, without being too specific, he's knows what he's in for "
Claire, a fiery redhead, with perfect English Rose skin, who was known for her love of all things painful, looked up her phone; "Hi Em, how are you?"
"Fucking horny Claire! I've made sure I've not touched for 2 weeks". They giggled like school girls.
"Me neither, fancy a starter before he arrives!???"
"As much as I do Darling, I'm going to save myself for him!"
Suzan, the last of the group, a curvaceous beauty with jet-black hair, grinned mischievously. Suzan was a professional Dominatrix. To the others it was a hobby, to her it was her job!
She usually got paid for this kind of thing, but this one was free!
"I can't wait to see how he handles us."
Emma grinned. "Ladies, we're here to have fun. Let's make this a weekend to remember."
Matt's heart pounded in his chest as he stood at the edge of the driveway, the cottage looming before him. He was dressed casually, as requested, just in a pair of navy jeans and a plain black, untucked shirt.
He was torn between getting back in the car and driving away and the overwhelming desire to experience what was on offer.
The air was crisp and fresh, he filled his nostrils, air never smelt this good in the city he thought.
His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted shirt, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. He had taken the Viagra an hour ago, knowing he needed to be ready for whatever awaited him inside. It wasn't that he wasn't ragingly horny, he just wanted to guarantee everything worked....just in case it was called upon.
Fuck it! No turning back!
He knocked on the door. The sound echoed in the stillness of the mountain air.
Within 20 seconds the handle dipped and the door swung open to reveal Emma.
It was the first time he'd ever seen her, and her appearance exceeded all his hopes and expectations.
Emma wore a crisp white blouse with a very short black skirt, her long leg perfectly displayed in black holdups and lengthen by some killer Christian Louboutin black heels. Her dark brown hair was in a sexy ponytail and her lips and nails painted a deep seductive red.
"Come in," she said, her voice firm yet inviting, "and remember, only speak when spoken to." Their eyes locked briefly before Matt instantly dipped his gaze and then obeyed by stepping into the warm, dimly lit interior of the cottage. The smell of scented candles greeted him, heightening his arousal. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like it would come through his chest, fear and excitement engulfed him as he almost staggered forwards. He took a deep breath and followed behind Emma into the heart of the cottage, admiring her pert derriere from behind.
In the living area the three other women were waiting. The atmosphere was thick with tension, an electric charge in the air.
Natalie, Claire, and Suzan stood in a semi-circle facing the door, each woman exuding an aura of dominance and confidence.
Natalie, the oldest at 42, was a blonde with piercing blue eyes. She wore a provocative red, wet look micro dress. The shiny vinyl pressed tight against her skin, her ample cleavage poured out of the top and her long bare tanned legs seemed to go on forever. Her hair was shoulder length and layered and with a mixture of blondes and browns.
Natalie's favourite kink was control and degradation; she loved making her submissives feel utterly powerless.
Claire, the fiery redhead, was dressed is an innocent red floral summer dress. She looked anything but a Dominatrix. The material hugged her curves perfectly, and her milky white skin contrasted beautifully with the vibrant red. Her hair was long and flowing. The hair, the thing that had made her a target for bullies in her school years was now one of her favourite features. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips were painted a bright, provocative red. Claire was a sadist. She just loved inflicting pain; she thrived on the sight of her submissives squirming and crying out beneath her touch.
Suzan, the professional Dominatrix, was a vision in a black. Her huge breasts were packed into a tight black leather top, and she wore a separate black leather mini skirt. Her legs were covered with black stockings.
The other three girls were all tall and slim, Suzan was slightly overweight and shorter, but was considered by many to be the sexiest of the group. Her jet-black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her dark, smoky eye makeup gave her an almost dangerous allure. She wore thigh-high boots and had purple lipstick and nails.
Suzan was an expert in all things BDSM, she loved it all, but most of all she loved pegging her submissives! Guys who had never been pegged before were a particular favourite!
Emma smiled as she saw Matt taking in the sight of the three women. "Strip," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Matt hesitated for only a moment before he began to undress. He felt the women's eyes on him, their gazes like physical touches against his skin. Once he was completely naked, he stood before them, exposed and vulnerable.
How had it come to this? How was it even possible that he was now standing naked in front of four strangers and had even signed a disclaimer saying they could use him how they wished?
The wine had been flowing for the previous hour and although there was no shortage of confidence in the group the alcohol consumed had increased it five-fold.
As Matt stood naked in the cottage, a similar thought was running through the minds of all the women.........at first sight, they had picked well!
Matt was 45, 6ft 4, with a full head of short but wavy brown hair. He was gym fit with a body men half his age would have been jealous of. He had strong forearms and biceps, a toned full chest, smooth long powerful legs, a very firm bottom and a magnificent, thick and erect 8 inch penis.
Natalie stepped forward first, her eyes raking over his body with a mixture of disdain and interest. "Kneel you cunt!," she ordered.
Matt dropped to his knees, his heart still pounding in his chest. Natalie raised her right hand and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room. He gasped at the sudden sting and felt the rush of blood filling his cheek but didn't dare move. Claire moved forward and delivered a second, equally harsh slap to his other cheek. A brief silence followed. Finally, Suzan stepped forward and towered over him, a wicked smile appeared on her lips as she pulled his head back by his hair and spat in his face. The warm liquid splattered over him. Matt coughed slightly surprised by the aggression he had just experienced. Suzan released his hair and rubbed her spit into his face.
"You're here to serve us," Suzan said, her voice cold and commanding. "You will do exactly as we say. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Emma grabbed Matt's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Follow me," she said, leading him out of the door and down a hallway to a bedroom on the left. Inside was a large bed with sturdy, reinforced cast iron bedhead; perfect for restraining someone.
Wrist restraints were already attached to the bedhead.
"Lie on the bed"
Matt lay on the bed on his back, with his hands above his head while Emma secured his wrists to the restraints.
The room was dim, lit only by the multiple candles that had been placed around the room. Soft music could be heard coming from a speaker in the wall, the temperature was comfortable even for a naked erect slut!
Once Matt was firmly restrained, Emma called the other women into the room and produced a set of four slips of folded paper. "We'll draw lots to see who goes first," she explained. The women each took a slip, and Claire unfolded hers to reveal the number one.
"Well, looks like I get the first introduction," she said with a wicked grin. "I'll have five minutes with our guest."
The three other girls left the room and closed the door.
"Being as we've never met each other before we thought we should all have a little 5 minute introduction." said Claire.
Matt's eyes followed the stunning red head as she floated across the room towards him. His cock was as hard and proud as it had ever been, and with the way he felt, he was dreading the thought that he might just lose control and cum.
"Oh poor baby Matt!" mocked Claire, "You're really in over your head here, but it's not going to be all bad I promise!"
To his shock, Claire slightly hitched up the summer dress to reveal a totally shaven creamy white pussy and proceeded to climb onto the bed and straddled his hard body. As she moved across him, he felt the warm wet feeling of her wipe across his leg. She'd been anticipating this weekend for months and was soaking wet.
"Mmmm Matt you are delicious" Claire drooled, "Emma really picked well."
With that Claire reached round and grabbed Matt's cock solidly in the left hand, she raised up onto her knees and placed the tip tantalizing at the entrance of her hole.
Matt gave a little groan.
"Shhhhh shhhhh silence now!" ordered Claire
With a slight downward movement she took the 1 inch of his cock into her pussy. Their eyes met and she reached forward and placed a finger on his lips.
"Shhhhhhhhh"
With the slightest of movements Claire rocked up and down taking Matt's cock into her bit by bit. As her juice lubricated him more and more he went deeper and deeper inside her. This wasn't at all what he'd been expecting!
Claire steadied herself and got back into character. With her pussy lips stretched tight around his solid meat she filled herself to the final inch and then sat still with her hands on his bare chest and looked into his eyes again. Wow he feels good she thought.
Wow she feels amazing thought Matt who was trying to stay silent and control himself.
Finally Claire broke the silence, "Well hello Matthew!" she sighed struggling to form a sentence while stuffed full of cock. "We've not been properly introduced have we? I'm Claire but it's just going to be Mistress to you. Imagine how pissed off the others would be if I drained your balls during this little introduction! Well it's not going to happen unless you act like a 16 year old and can't control yourself!" Her demeanor suddenly turned more aggressive, "and if you're that weak you might as well fuck off now, we need you extremely horny and extremely agreeable."
"Yes Mistress."
"Shut the fuck up, I didn't ask you a question!"
Claire continued "Matt I'm a little worried you'll forget who I am will all these gorgeous girls around, so I've given you a little taste of how good I feel and I'm going to give you a little something else to remember me by too."
Claire moved her hands from Matt's chest and pointed out one of her perfected manicured sharpened finger nails.
"C is for Claire" she said and traced the shape of the letter on the side of Matt's torso with the nail tip.
"C is for Claire...." she repeated the phase and action.
The side of the torso was a sensitive part of Matt's skin, the 1 scratch made him jump a little and left a whitish mark, the 2 was harder and a angry red C shaped mark quickly formed.
He bit his lip and grunted in pain as Claire made a 3 effort and then a 4 that finally broke the skin. The 5, 6th and 7 felt like a knife slicing into his skin, his cock swelled even more in her pussy, she felt it twitch and it filled her with pleasure.
"Awww you're bleeding Baby." mocked Claire. She looked at her blood covered finger and pushed it into Matt's mouth.
"TASTE IT!"
And with that, she squeezed her pelvic muscles as tight as she could and slid herself up and off of Matt's cock.
He let out a groan "Fucking hell!"
"Shut up you cunt! Remember me and you'd better be thinking about me when you finally cum. I'm number 1, don't fucking forget it!"
"Yes Mistress"
"Shut the fuck up, it wasn't a question!"
Standing next to the bed Claire adjusted her summer dress and put her hands through her hair. She wanted to cum but knew that by delaying it the next orgasm would be huge.
She walked to the door and turned to look at Matt who was watching her from the bed, bleeding and hard, his cock shining with her juice.
"Let see who's next"
Claire left the room.
Matt relaxed briefly, pushing his head back onto the pillow. His side was stinging, a nice little pain that excited him even more.
Finneas "Hands around my neck" played through the speakers.
The door swung open and Natalie strode into the room. He dress made her look like she was going clubbing, not planning a night in.
Matt gazed over at her. Another stunning woman!
"Hello Matthew," said Natalie abruptly, "I'm Natalie, but Mistress to you obviously!"
Without warning she moved to the side of the bed leaned over Matt and grabbed his cock, pulling the foreskin back as far as possible to reveal his full pulsating helmet. Next she moved her lips over his groin and gently kissed the end of his penis.
Matt's cock twitched, pre-cum dripping from the end.
"I fucking knew it! I can taste her the dirty bitch!" laughed Natalie. "I suppose we're lucky you haven't blown your load already, she has got an amazing pussy! Awww and she's marked you too. Well you're not getting in my pussy you worthless shit, but I will show you these"
With that Natalie slipped her arms put of the tight dress and pulled the top down and dropped out a big pair of juicy fake tits.
"You like" said Natalie. Matt was about to answer when she barked "It's not a question, I'm telling you, you like!!!!" Natalie cracked up at her own joke.
"Remember just don't ever fucking speak. You're here to serve and obey."
Natalie climbed onto the bed and straddled Matt in a similar way to Claire, but further up his body so his cock wasn't near her pussy.
She hung herself forward placed her big tits into his face.
"Suck them!"
Matt responded by eagerly opening his mouth taking in an erect nipple, licking and sucking with delight.
His pleasure was soon interrupted though as Natalie began to push her chest harder into his face. His head had nowhere to go as he was smothered my the huge breasts and trapped behind by the bed. After a few seconds he figured she'd move and let him come up for air, but she didn't. Natalie pushed on harder and harder as Matt's face began to turn red. After 30 seconds he began to struggle a little.
"Who's in charge" demanded Natalie. Matt couldn't answer.
60 seconds in and his restrained arms tried to save him, but they were too tightly bound. He began to panic and grunt, his legs started to buck as he tried to throw her off. Finally she pulled away leaving him gasping for air.
"You fucking pussy!"
She leaned over him again, this time to the side and bit into his neck, sucking and biting at the same time. The sucking bruised his neck immediately leaving a huge purple welt. Finally she dug her teeth violently into his neck and bit hard leaving a perfect ring of teeth marks.
Natalie swung away and stood up, adjusting herself back into her dress.
"You'll have some explaining to do at work on Monday with marks like that!"
Natalie left the room.
Almost immediately a dark cloud entered.......Suzan.
Suzan always found herself in a bad mood before abusing some slut.
She nearly always convinced herself that they weren't going to meet expectations, and there was nothing she hated more.
Carrying a small black riding crop Suzan walked directly across the room and stood sneering at Matt on the bed.
Matt looked up and for the first time fear overtook the horny feeling that had previously engulfed his body.
"These other little girls might be playing with you," snarled Suzan, "but I'm most certainly not. This isn't game to me; it's my life and I don't like playing with cunts like you for free."
She started to trace the riding crop across Matt's chest, up and down his arms, over his hard cock and up and down his thighs.
Matt knew what was coming, it was just a matter of where and when.
"Not on my cock or balls please!!!" his mind screamed out but his voice remained silent.
Quick as a flash Suzan raised the crop and brought it whipping down on his inner thigh. Matt gave out cry of pain, the sting seemed to buzz into his skin, but before it died down all he could focus on was the next one he knew was coming.
Again and again she traced the crop over and over his body, Matt's wide, fearful eyes following it wherever he could.
Teasing him she'd lift it briefly and watch him squirm before bringing it down gently and brushing it lightly over him again. Finally, Suzan reached forward and grabbed Matt's huge cock and tilted it towards her. With the other hand she placed the end of the riding crop right on it's end and looked straight at him. She loved the fear in his eyes.
His body started to wriggle side to side in a hopeless attempt to avoid the expected. Surely no-one could be that cruel.
Suzan smiled. Raised the crop and brought it crashing down on Matt's lower stomach. The relief that it wasn't his cock or balls was swallowed immediately by the excruciating pain on his flesh. Matt howled, twisting and writhing from the pain.
"FUCKING HELL!!!" he screamed out.
"Shut up!"
Susan's hand left his cock and reached around his throat, squeezing tightly.
"I don't play pig!"
And with that Suzan turned and walked out of the room.
Matt lay back trembling. Less than half an hour in and he'd been cut, bitten and whipped and this was just the introduction! His swollen cock was still proud and ready, he wanted to cum so badly, so badly that he'd done almost ANYTHING asked of him.
And that was exactly the state of mind they had wanted him in.
Emma entered carrying a box.
"We don't need an introduction do we?" she said. "I already feel I know you after you spoke so openly on our calls."
She placed the box on the bed and untied Matt's wrists.
"We'll be waiting for you in the living room. Get changed into this and then the games will start. I'm supposed to cage that cock but I think I'd struggle to get him at the moment so I'll leave him out....for now! We'll do your make up later too."
Left alone Matt looked into the box.
A pink feather babydoll dress, black hold ups, high heels and a blonde wig had been neatly pack for him.
His cheeks flushed. They were going to turn him into a sissy for kicks. He'd only ever fantasized about this before because he had been too ashamed to ever do it for real.
The music stopped playing through the speaker and was replaced with Suzan's voice.
"We're waiting to start...you've got 10 minutes to get your sissy ass in here!"
- Despite the shift towards online advertising, someone had taken the trouble to write and post an advertisement for a special party with a dominant female harem.
- Emma, the youngest of the party goers, was a sadist who derived pleasure from seeing fear in her playthings' eyes and the marks of her past actions on their bodies.
- During their phone conversation, Emma made it clear that Matt would be expected to follow orders without hesitation and submit to whatever the women chose to subject him to.
- Upon arriving at the luxurious cottage in the secluded Welsh mountains, Matt was greeted by Emma and three other women, each exuding an aura of dominance and confidence, dressed in provocative outfits for the special party.