The Landlady's New Pet- part 14 SeXStoRY

The amazon had me lay on the bed and Anita stood back smiling, as the magnificent African gave me a sound thrashing with the cane. She then presented her sticky are to me once more, having built up a sweat; I was to worship her anus with my tongue once more to show my gratitude for the thrashing. I duly and willingly sampled the acrid and savoury delights of the superior woman’s hot rectum as she nursed her clitoris to yet another orgasm. With my arse still glowing and stinging, and my face stained with tears where I had cried like a baby under the cane, I was led on all fours, leashed, by the two women to whatever fate awaited me next. Though I had spent several times already, my cock soon became rigid again as I watched the rears of the two gloriously dominant women striding before me, taking me on to my next punishment. After we had walked the length of a plush corridor, the two smiled at each-other and I was brought to face a door. I could hear women baying, laughing and jeering. Anita stroked me wickedly with the cane making me wince before opening the door wide; we did not enter, but what I saw took my breath away and had my cock rigid as though it had been a week since relieved. The two women smiled and nodded with sweet satisfaction as they relished my reaction to the sight. The women in the room were taunting a male who hung by the neck from a short scaffold; his feet dancing in exquisite pain and ecstasy just inches from the safety of a floor he could never reach, his ankles bound tightly, his wrists tied painfully tight behind him, belts around his knees, thighs and one around his upper body, severely tight so that this reinf***ed that he knew there was to be no escape. His cock rigid at 45 degrees, he danced for the women as his face turned blue; all the women laughing and jeering, many openly masturbating. A huge roar went up as his cock pulsed and he shot loop after loop of hot white spunk in the ecstasy of dying for the women. I was transfixed and almost jealous of the man; I could never begin to know what the pure ecstasy of that orgasm felt like as his life ebbed away in a glorious sacrifice to womanhood. Anita laughed and slammed the door shut, tugged on the lead and the two women led me further on, as though I had witnessed nothing; the two totally nonchalant in manner. What the cruel women had not let me see was the full spectacle of what had happened. I was to believe he had given his life, in order that they would get their full enjoyment from my hanging; I would serve my turn at the rope in due course. The reality was this: The male had been fully processed by the women; thrashed humiliated, denied, sissified and utterly broken. He is taken from his mistress’s bedroom to a corridor where a host of grinning dominant women show him a trolley which has a sheet over it; this is wickedly whipped away to reveal a coffin. The domes delight in his facial expression as he views this. He then follows, leashed, the wicked females who wheel the coffin into a large room which is full of applauding jeering women, the scent of their arousal fills the room. He is turned to face a platform which is screened; the screens are pulled away to reveal a scaffold and silky white noose. The females revel at the male’s reaction; he has seen the coffin, he is to die for them; his cock is erect and the women taunt him wickedly. He is made to stand on a small stool and the noose is wrapped sweetly around his neck; his mistress pulls the noose tight about his neck, smiling wickedly, he is not to be hooded, the women want to witness his complete misery as he is strangled by the rope, he will not be allowed the luxury of a broken neck, he is to suffer a slow agonising death which the women will enjoy. Already, women are masturbating furiously; some will come four or five times during the wicked spectacle. Their sweet scent and the resignation of complete hopelessness, plus the submissive pleasure of being put to death by women, before a crowd of sexy dominant woman, has his cock rigid and dripping. This erotic feeling is magnified as his ankles and wrists are bound tightly, leather belts are tightly wrapped round his knees and thighs, another around his upper arms and chest; he is to die; the rope is about his neck he is utterly helpless and at the mercy of the women, who he knows will show him none. Women moan in ecstasy as they come at the sight of the man about to die for them. Others begin a slow handclap as they prepare to watch his humiliating dance of death. His mistress approaches, points to the coffin and smiles as she strokes his erect cock. Is he to be allowed one final orgasm? No. The stool is kicked smartly from under him by his wicked mistress. The women cheer deliriously and buzz at their gaping pussies with vibrators as the man jerks and dances, bound helplessly as the rope bites tighter and tighter about his neck; he snorts furiously as his windpipe is restricted, taking in the heady scent of female arousal, making his cock bolt upright. The fear makes him first piss himself, much to the delight of the women, hot urine spurts and runs back down his erect cock, down his legs and to the floor he cannot reach. He squirms at the end of the silky rope, bound and trussed, as he he views the smiling taunting women and the coffin his wretched body will be placed in. The rope tightens all the more and he gasps for life as the sound of women jeering and moaning in orgasm greets his ears. As he starts to go blue, he suddenly feels a wonderful tingling in his loins; he now realises the full submissive ecstasy of death before the women; the pain is eclipsed by pleasure as his cock pulses and the rope ever tightens. His balls tingle sweetly; he will come one last time. He now relishes death but must hold one just a few moments; the women bay at the realisation that he will come for them at the end of the rope, the end of his life. He gurgles and writhes in absolute ecstasy as his body, bound and helpless, is bathed in sweet pleasure, he shoots loop after loop of hot jizz in honour of the women. They cheer and clap as he passes out; spent. What is not known to him and was not known to me is that the women then cut him down; he is revived, but still placed in the coffin. The coffin is wheeled away to his mistress’s room. He will spend the night in it, so as to truly let him feel he may as well be dead. The women stay in the room, watching video replays of his hanging- the scenes of masturbation continue for many hours.