Companion for a Femdom Ch. 14

It was about two hours before punishment time. Isabella had removed her mini-skirt and was sitting on my chest. Her lovely legs astride my face, her pussy on my mouth. She had slipped a fifty per cent PPP into her vagina. That was her preferred method of PPP delivery. I certainly did not object to her 'preferred method'.

The pill barely had time to dissolve before I was enjoying the taste of her. Her gentle moaning reassured me my tongue was doing a good job. She fucked my face slowly. She needed to enjoy my attention, as my owner, I would be failing in my duties as her slave, if I did not please. That hard little pebble that was her clitoris, seemed to come alive as I licked and flicked, and held that precious part of her in my mouth, sucking every drop of her delicious love juices from her love tunnel. If twenty-five spanks on my naked ass were the price I had to pay for a single lick, I would willingly pay the price. I loved being her property. We were made for each other. The others were welcome, their kinky desires were a pleasant diversion. But the owner-slave relationship Isabella and I enjoyed was the icing on the cake.

'Fingers up my ass George, don't forget your fingers up my ass.' She loved an anal massage, and if that meant her shit on my fingers, so what? It was, after all, Isabella's shit.

I obliged. I was my mistress's property and her plaything. After her first orgasm, she emptied her bladder on my face, I enjoyed that as well. The PPP was beginning to take effect. I knew I could not have an orgasm until the effects of the PPP began to wear off. The frustration holding that explosion waiting to erupt from my balls must not happen until after the public spanking, and my Mistress would then take over total control. Under her supervision, my owner would allow a spectacular orgasm.

'Look on this as cock enhancement training George. That's effectively what the next hour or so is going to be -- a cock teasing exercise, with the additional pleasure of having your femdoms smacking your ass.'

'Sexual denial with the addition of a touch of femdom sadism would be a more accurate description.' I replied, longing to feel the expulsion of my sperm shooting up through my urinal channel, and praying that fifty per cent PPP was sufficient.

Isabella allowed me to imbibe her love juices. Had time allowed, I think she might have enjoyed the effects of my eager tongue for a lot longer. But, with a final delicious squirt of urine into my eager mouth, smiling happily, she dismounted and clipped her miniskirt in place. It was time to be blindfolded, cuffed with my hands behind me, and my cock sticking out proudly at an angle of about forty-five degrees, resembling the flag mast on the side of any High Street building.

Holding my cock in one hand she kissed me before pulling the blindfold over my eyes, then fitted the spreader bar to my ankles, thus forcing me to walk with my feet three feet apart. Taking my cock in her mouth, she teased my urethral opening with the tip of her tongue.

'I'm looking forward, to having you completely helpless after smacking time Georgy-boy! She giggled like a schoolgirl and nearly choked as she caressed my cock and balls while greedily taking as much of my penis into her mouth as she could manage.

'Now I've got you nice and hard George, its a pity your escort has arrived, but it's time for the Owner femdoms and all those randy bitches out there who want to fuck you, and enjoy the spectacle of watching your ass turn a delicate shade of black and blue.'

Holding, and leading me by my cock with three femdoms on either side, she led the way. Mary followed behind with a whippy cane in one hand, she employed it to irritate my balls as I struggled where Isabella led. I was guided to the Entertainment area to the tune of 'Cabaret' echoing over the Tannoy system, and the cheering of the eager and sadistic crowd, who encouraged Mary to use her cane more aggressively.

As I stumbled towards my destination, the only other tune I recall, was the saucy sounds of 'The Stripper'. Having Isabella's hand gently wanking me was much more enjoyable than remembering which tunes came over the Tannoy.

On arrival at the punishment bar, I was told to step through the handcuffs, so that my hands were in front of me. They shackled my ankles to ring bolts in the concrete, three feet apart as Isabella had said they would. My cock and balls now hung low, free and vulnerable, I was missing Isabella's gentle touch while they secured my ankles and bade me bend over the steel bar. They wanted me in the shape of an inverted capital 'L'. I was told to hold my arms out in front of me. My unattended cock, eager for the touch of Isabella's hand, strained upwards at an angle of about forty-five degrees, desperately trying to fuck thin air.

My body bent over the steel bar, and hot from the tropical sun, arms stretched out before me, my wrists secured to a ringbolt on the vertical post in front of me. They pulled hard on the ropes securing me to the post. It was impossible to move.

One of the Owner Femdoms The Mistress of ceremonies, inspected me. She was called Senior Owner Charlotte. She was around seventy, being blindfolded, I couldn't see her of course, but I was told she was quite a looker for a woman of her age, and fit. Owner femdom Charlotte felt my cock, and painfully squeezed my rock-hard balls without speaking directly to me. Instead, she spoke to Isabella, someone far more important than a piece of property. She asked a lot bout me though, and primarily facts and figures concerning my vital statistics, particularly concerning the size and expectations of my cock and balls.

'It's Eight inches long and has a four-and-a-half-inch circumference.' Senior Owner Charlotte,.'I intend to personally supervise enhancement training, Senior Femdoms Agiatou and Amahle are looking forward to assisting me in this delightful task, and have ambitions towards providing a twelve-inch cock we can all enjoy.'

'We want our Inferiors to have at least nine-inch cocks, Isabella. This slave does have a lovely cock, big, strong, and very obviously keen to fuck. He shows every indication that it may be possible to convert this delightful eight-inch cock into a twelve-inch monster, See how he longs to fuck my hand when I release my hold of it. It's so amusing watching a slave topped up with PPP trying desperately to fuck thin air! Don't you agree? Would you have any objection if I attended your cock enhancement programme?'

'That would be an honour Senior Owner Charlotte.' Lied Isabella. I knew she would hate the idea of this lecherous woman fondling and teasing the cock of her slave. No doubt she would want to experience the feel of my cock inside that dried-up old pussy of hers.

'Good. Thank you so much darling girl, you have no idea how boring it can be sitting in my suite watching all you young people enjoying yourselves, frolicking naked in the swimming complex, and playing with your slave's lovely cocks, smacking them when they're naughty, rewarding them when they please. In the meantime, we must get on with his spanking. I'm looking forward to that, he's got such a lovely ass, I do hope you and your girls can make him regret fucking Agiatou and Amahle, and perhaps make his ass bleed a little.'

I was to be introduced to Owner Femdom Charlotte, and the other Owners on the following day. I was required to explain my inventions and what I could offer the Island community. When I thought about all the pain I had endured so far and the prospect of a virago such as Owner Femdom Charlotte having so much influence over me and my owner. Hopefully, her interest would be short-lived. I couldn't help but think about requesting a flight back to the UK along with all the wimps who had changed their mind about being a femdoms property. But with the soothing hand of Isabella, now gently rubbing my cock, I knew I wanted nothing more than to be owned by Isabella and her family of seven femdoms.

Senior Owner Charlotte returned to her lectern, with its array of microphones, and announced to the eager crowd the charges I faced, and the punishment I was about to have inflicted on my bare ass for their entertainment.

'Fellow Owner femdoms, lesser femdoms, subs and members of the Inferior gender.' She began. For your entertainment this afternoon, we shall be giving Senior Slave George Billings twenty-five public smacks to be delivered by his femdom family. I have inspected him, you will be pleased to learn he is fit for punishment. I think you will all agree he has a rather shapely posterior, it is a pity that he only has an eight-inch cock, but I understand his owner is taking remedial action on that little problem. No pun intended.' She laughed at her own joke. 'After his punishment, I look forward to taking a personal interest in his cock-enhancement training, and hope to be in a position to report rapid progress over the next few months.'

She went on to say, 'This slave is the property of our newly promoted Senior Medical Officer, Senior Femdom Isabella, who you can see is currently squeezing his scrotum, before receiving his main punishment.'

Turning to Isabella, and being too far away to see exactly what Isabella was doing, she asked Isabella to confirm she was painfully squeezing my balls. Isabella confirmed that she was. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the gentle wank she was giving me. How I loved my owner, as she assured Senior Owner Charlotte, her hand was causing me a great deal of discomfort and pain.

Senior Owner Charlotte continued; 'This slave dared to have sexual intercourse with Senior Femdoms Agiatou and Amahle without the permission of his owner. For this heinous crime, he must be punished. He will receive six slaps each from Senior Femdoms Agiatou, Amahle and Isabella; three slaps from Senior Femdom Mary; and one slap each from his lesser femdoms. If he emits even one small cry of pain or a feeble bleat for leniency, his punishment will start over. Let punishment commence! Please feel free to count the slaps!'

The drum roll started as Jennifer stepped forward to deliver the first smack. I was later told the blow looked realistic, and that she had shaken her hand to indicate that she had hurt her hand on my ass. The truth was I hardly felt a thing.

'Tell them to smack harder Isabella, there has to be some bruising.' I whispered to Isabella.

Wendy was up next. Isabella told her not to hold back. My ass was muscular and had to show signs of spanking when the Owner of Femdoms saw me tomorrow. We needed visible proof of my ass had been spanked. Regrettably, Wendy was not much better than Jennifer; it was her turn to have me in her bed shortly, the last thing she wanted was for me to be in such pain that I couldn't give her what she desperately needed. Wendy's slap did sting, but sad to say, the dear girl was much better at loving than she was at slapping.

Next came Mary. Intelligent lady that she was, she could see there was a problem, and laid on three slaps that brought me close to crying out. She hurt me. But later assured me there was no malice in the cruel slaps she delivered.

Then came Annette and Angela. Their smacks received boos from the crowd, and shouts of 'Rerun! Rerun! Rerun!' from the crowd. The crowd was given a thumbs up by Charlotte, and summoned Mayling to bring a paddle the same size and shape of a tennis racket, except that this 'tennis racket' had a lead surround and holes in its heavy wooden centrepiece.

'I give Massa white slave Boss fucking good slaps Missy Owner?' Mayling vera, vera good at smacking?'

'Okay Mayling, you may deliver three slaps with the paddle.'

Mayling loved smacking. She owned six or seven girls who also liked smacking. None of these girls, or Mayling for that matter were particularly sadistic, they would all cheerfully slap your ass one minute, and go down on you one minute later, and enjoy doing both of those tasks. So when Mayling gave me three of the most painful ass-smacks I have ever received, and blood was oozing from both cheeks of my ass in several places, I knew she was sincere when she whispered in my ear that she would like to 'sucky-suck-suck' me later to make my 'White Boy slave Boss ass feel 'mucha' better.

Mayling handed the blooded paddle to Agiatou, who was next in line. Quietly she whispered in my ear, 'I'll lay it on as gently as I can Honky-boy, but it's still going to hurt one hell of a lot more than I want it to hurt you.'

'Lay it on chocolate-smartarse, we'll laugh about this at the next coffee break when I fuck that big black ass of yours. So hard you won't be able to sit down for a week!'

She laid it on alright. So much so, that I don't think any of my femdoms would be going on top for a day or two.

'Thwack! Agiatou's first smack landed on my bare ass. It felt every bit as bad as the wet builders batten that Isabella had laid across my ass when she arrived at my home, and found I had been wearing clothes.

Thwack! A second devastating blow landed on my ass, the crowd stood up shouting 'More! More! More!'

Under her breath, Agiatou muttered, 'I've drawn even more blood George, I hope the last smack won't be so bad'

'No! Keep it up Agiatou! We've got to make this look realistic, or that sadistic old bitch Charlotte up there will have us starting over.'

Agiatou, made her remaining slap look realistic, but in truth, I hardly felt a thing. On completion of her turn, she dipped her index finger in my blood and turning to the crowd smiling, she licked it clean. The crowd roared with delight shouting 'Encore!, Encore! Encore!' but she just smiled, waved, and quietly walked back to join the others as Amahle took her turn.

The crowd was going crazy with sadism and lust, in a manner not dissimilar as we imagine spectators watching gladiators in ancient Rome might have reacted to their gladiator heroes on the blood-stained sand in the arena's of those ancient blood-thirsty spectacles.

Susan had Bret, Bert, Colin and Alan, standing in a square and smacking each other's rear ends. Much to the chagrin of Colin and Alan, who cried pitifully pretending they were not enjoying the spanking, every time Bret or Bert's heavy hands made contact with their posteriors. I was told later that the spanking had resulted in Bret and Bert having massive erections. Noticing this, the Owner Femdoms ordered Susan to give both Bret and Bert fifty per cent PPP each. They were then to be handcuffed and padlocked to ringbolts in a wall until my punishment had been completed. By which time, they would have been driven crazy by PPP. Bret and Bert would be half-crazy with the need to fuck somebody, or something, regardless of gender, and Colin and Alan would be spreadeagled on the ground, naked and visible just a few yards away. Anal passages well greased, available, and ready for Bret and Bert.

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'Make it hard Annette. Make it hard!' Urged Isabella. 'You only have to give him one spank, make it a good one. We don't don't want Mayling involved again again.'

Annette hit my ass as hard as she could. It felt like my ass was on fire! It was with difficulty I managed to avoid crying out in pain. Only Isabella to go now, but that was to be six strikes. Annette changed places with Isabella. Her hand on my cock was most welcome as she gently massaged my rock-hard cock. It felt cool and good. Her gentle touch on my manhood went a long way towards distracting my mind from the six ass spanks I was about to receive from Isabella.

'I'll make it quick George. Then we'll get you back to the bungalow and see what we can do to repair the damage.'

Luckily for me, the sight of my punishment had so excited some femdoms in the crowd, they decided they wanted to smack some ass of their own. So around twenty male slaves were ordered to kneel in a row in front of the Owner Femdoms, legs apart so that cock and balls hung free, while twenty-odd femdoms, lined up to take turns smacking the unfortunate male slaves in front of the lectern to receive a walloping from every femdom in the queue.

Isabella, taking advantage of the distraction, quickly delivered six light smacks to my ass, far from the damaged flesh.

'Pretend to faint George. The girls and I will carry you back to the bungalow and patch you up as soon as we have been dismissed.'

Isabella approached the Owner Femdom Charlotte, and advised that punishment had been completed, and I had fainted.

'Fainted? Just because of a little ass-smacking? Okay, get rid of him! I shall look forward to seeing his very sore ass tomorrow. I'm looking forward to his demonstration Isabella.'

Isabella returned to me. The girls released me from the punishment bar and removed my blindfold. I was now lying face down on a stretcher, pretending to be unconscious.

Bret and Bert, still handcuffed with their hands behind them, with handcuffs padlocked to ring bolts in the wall. Their legs had been spread cruelly apart at the ankles, as mine had been, by three-foot spreader bars. Heavy lead weights dangled from their scrotum. The PPP in their systems was doing its work admirably. Bret and Bert were desperate for the warm wet flesh of a fellow human being to embrace their massive, rampant cocks. But even when that need was granted, they would not be able to ejaculate for about two hours. They were crazy for the need to fuck something or somebody and certainly did not have the comforting hand of a friendly female owner to ease the lust in their rampant organs as I had enjoyed. They pleaded to be allowed to fuck Colin and Alan, Both Gay boys visible fifty yards away. Naked assholes just waiting to be fucked. They lay face down on the sand, a pit had been dug in the sand between their legs to ensure the lead weights on Bert and Brets scrotum's would hang unhindered causing discomfort for Bert and Bret and amusement for everyone watching.

Colin and Alan's legs had been spread apart in preparation for the impending invasion of their anal passage. Under normal circumstances, they would have welcomed Bret and Bert fucking them. But today Bret and Bert, half-crazy with lust, meant they would be fucked for well over an hour, and neither Bret nor Bert would be in a mood to care about internal injuries the raping might cause.

The femdoms giving their male slaves an undeserved public spanking, soon wearied of smacking twenty-odd male slaves, and more or less mutually agreed it was time to see the rape of Colin and Alan. As did Owner Femdom Charlotte and several of her colleagues.

'Release the Beasts! Let us see these animals at play!' Announced Owner Femdom Charlotte over the Tannoy.

A wet patch showed on Owner Femdom Charlotte's brilliant white mini-skirt, now quite wet from pre-cum following the afternoon's excitement.

Padlocks securing Bret and Bert were unlocked and they stumbled painfully towards the naked asses of Colin and Alan, to the amusement of the crowd. The lead weights hanging from their balls hurt their knees with every hampered forward step they took; being handcuffed with their hands behind them their balls took the full two-pound lead weights hanging painfully between their legs. Their straining cocks badly need to fuck something warm and wet soon!

Colin and Alan both squealed with delight as the mighty organs belonging to Bert and Bret entered their anal passages. The lithe young bodies of the gay boys beneath them writhed and wriggled as Colin and Alan enjoyed the initial thrust and plunge of the muscular cocks fucking them.

Some enterprising femdom in the crowd started taking bets on who would cum first. Another took bets on how long it would be before the first gay boy burst into tears from the pain of being raped. The pleasure could not last for long, the violent assault must soon turn pleasure into pain. There could be no relief until the rapist was either forcibly separated from his prey, or the PPP wore off. There was very little chance of the former happening, So tears were an almost inevitable outcome before long.

Bert was the first to cum. Colin was already in tears when Bert had a massive orgasm. He lay on top of Colin for a moment or two, exhausted, happy to leave his massive cock inside Colin for a little longer. But Senior Femdom Charlotte ordered both Bret and Bert to be removed. Bert had been close to cumming, but his orgasm was now ruined, and he was not allowed satisfaction and was returned to the ringbolt, padlocked, frustrated, and forbidden sexual release for at least two hours when Alan was allowed to relieve him orally, release him from the handcuffs.

Blood was dripping from Colin's ass and Bert's bell-end. Susan carried out a rough examination of Bert's cock. After squeezing his cock and balls painfully, no blood escaped from his urinary channel, so she declared there was nothing wrong with him, and after wiping his cock in Colin's shoulder-length blonde hair, decided she wanted a bit of fun with Bert tonight. He was still handcuffed when it was time for the two-mile run the following morning.

Colin has been fucked so often that his anal passage was quite slack. When Annette examined him. She examined him internally, and had a good feel around inside, much to Colin's disgust.

'I should have a male nurse examining me, not a lady doctor.'

'You'll get what you're given Colin. Don't worry! No lasting damage, your ass has been ripped. It'll be even easier to take a twelve-inch cock now. I should give you a couple of stitches, but we both know I would be wasting my time, you will be fucked again before the sun rises tomorrow, won't you?'

'But of course, I will darling girl. That's what my lovely ass is for. But If you've got a big enough strap-on, you can do the job if you want, I enjoyed you feeling around inside my lovely ass!'

She didn't reply. But she did slap his ass one hell of a lot harder than she slapped mine, and a lot more than once or twice!

I was lying face down on the stretcher enjoying Isabella's hand on my cock, my arm around her as I played with her nipple.

'Come on Girls.' Said Isabella, 'Let's get George back to the bungalow. I have a terrible itch in my pussy that needs a man with a nine-inch tongue and the ability to breathe through his ears to sort it out.' It would seem male slaves have their uses, and I was certainly used for the next few hours most delightfully by my owner.