After he left the pub with the ladies from the meet, he was sat in the middle of the back seat of Elaine Hardwicke’s car, hemmed in by the blonde and brunette doms.  They teased him with stories about riding crops, crucifixes and ritual castrations; this only served to make his erection all the harder.

He caught Elaine’s eyes looking at him in the mirror, and looked at her delicate hands, gloved in black leather as they gripped the wheel; he had only just met this woman but longed to be dominated by her, she was so crushingly superior.  The eyes smiled in the mirror as she saw him looking, and joined in with the tease,

“I do so love to use the riding crop, it’s so easy to handle and very effective in administering a deserved punishment; the flexibility and impact of the leather tongue is exquisite, I’ve reduced many grown men to tears using one.”  His cock bulged as he imagined the utter humiliation of crying before such a woman, though if it pleased her it would be an honour. 

It was a short journey to her house, the car leaving the main road and down a leafy drive to a comfortable looking pre-war detached house. The brunette grabbed his cock and balls as they approached. A black haired Bettie page look-alike who occupied the front passenger seat, looked at him wickedly as she put a cigarette in her mouth ready for when she exited the car; she blew at him mockingly prior to igniting it, he knew she wanted to blow smoke in his face, and perhaps stub out her cigarette on him.

“There’s no going back now, we have you and you’re going to please us all before you’re allowed home – if at all.” Elaine looked back as she pulled the hand-brake up smartly, and caressed it as though it were a phallus,

“You’ll give me your car keys now; I don’t want you sneaking off if you get scared; you’ll leave if and when I’m ready to let you go home, and then I may come with you, I may wish to take ownership of you.”  She smiled contemptuously at him as he timidly did as he was told and handed her his keys without question. The brunette felt his cock pulse as he did so, and gave him a gentle squeeze; she knew he perform well under their strict domination.  The blonde and brunette took an arm each as he was marched to the front door; Elaine’s pussy tingled with excitement as she put the key in the lock, she thought of the texts of his stories and knew he would indulge her most dominant fantasies.