Midsummerman

Author's Note: This story is a little gentler than some of my prior efforts, though the domination by women is just as extreme; total control and ownership is the key; Permanent bondage of males in the progress of a female dominated world is its essence. A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity. ...

Author's Note: In a female dominated world, a male is sentenced to hang after a week of punishments. Chapter 1 The women cheered as he was led from the court on all fours, leashed and naked, whipped as he went by his smiling captors eager to ensure his first punishment. The women stood to applaud the judge, now standing, in her black silk gown; the haughty woman’s nipples erect with the excitement of the day, she bowed smiling, still wearing the black silk cap with which she had heralded the death sentence. She was sticky with arousal and would masturbate long and hard as she reminisced on the look on the male’s face as sentence was passed, passed by her, indulgent in her supreme power over the male whom she knew would have gained a healthy erection on hearing her decide his fate. Whether involuntary or not ,the hapless male knew he would be made to be erect many times over the next week before his member would inevitably be taken as a trophy on the final day. As was her privilege in her position amongst the women who ruled her world, she would receive the first copy of justice being served upon the male, recorded throughout his Dispatchment Week, approved by her, then sold to the masses of eager women; the misery, humiliation and despatch of the male helping to boost the economy of this world of feminine superiority. ...

Author's Note: This is a story which embodies most of my fantasies; to be owned and humiliated by a mature woman would be heaven. Part 1 I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey. ...