Companion For A Femdom Ch15

Agiatou, Amahle, and I had finished our preparations for the Owner Femdom demonstration planned to take place at two this afternoon. We were finished except for setting up a prototype railway model demonstrating the proposed island railway that the Owners wanted me to build. I decided the best approach to this expensive project was to build a test model to explain my ideas and incorporate anything they wanted before significant expenditure. I planned to show my model prototype after completing the demonstration of radio-controlled chastity devices.

It was a lovely morning. We always enjoyed our morning run and thirty-minute workout in the gym. All femdoms and subs were required to complete a two-mile run inside fourteen minutes and undergo a thirty-minute workout in the gym Monday to Friday. Enjoyment is not a word unfit for subs to describe this rigorous exercise. Subs and students started the run with a fifty-yard start. If the femdoms could catch them, they would be caned en route. Similar punishment was also applicable in the gym when the unfortunate sub or student could not do the mandatory fifty press-ups within the timescale set, or perhaps could not climb up a thirty-foot rope, etc, they suffered! If the unfortunate sub or student received more than six cuts, they would receive a further six strokes during the Entertainment hour. The morning fitness routine was a rough and ready measurement of suitability for a lifestyle that did not suit everyone. Those unable to escape canings usually returned to their country of origin within the first week or two of Island life.

All of my family were super fit. We bordered on having the fitness level of athletes. So we rarely, if ever, attracted the attention of the femdoms with a cane. So we had come to enjoy our morning exercise, and often sought more of the same when the opportunity arose. For instance, I enjoyed a ten-mile run with a backpack containing six house bricks on Saturday afternoons, when time permitted. And was often accompanied by Agiatou, Amahle, Isabella, Mike and Harry, and occasionally other femdoms, but the latter could rarely match us.

Today, after our morning workout, Isabella thought it would be nice to have breakfast on the beach and enjoy a swim before proceeding to our workplaces.

Agiatou, Amahle, and I had little to do until demo time. The girls had arranged to collect the prisoners at eleven, and I had to erect the prototype model railway to ensure it worked properly. But that was about it. So, when Isabella, Annette, and Angela left for their relevant medical duties and Wendy and Jennifer departed for their workplaces, Agiatou, Amahle, and I would be left to our own devices.

Isabella's attitude towards me had always been strict, but kind with it. Today, we describe ourselves as a family. Of course, I am still 'the inferior,' but attitudes towards me have softened. There is only one rule Isabella is strict about these days, that relates to premature ejaculation. If I ejaculate without permission a sore ass is virtually guaranteed. The family love watching me squirm as I try desperately to contain myself when the ladies have been long satisfied, and I am denied. Per Island rules, if an Inferior cannot contain himself, this is treated as rape. Isabella loved giving us all a spanking, but mine were always harsher than the girls, particularly concerning premature ejaculation. Even then, spankings were treated more for fun than punishment. The girls would sit around and watch, even taking bets as to whether I would cum or not.

But today, I was left alone with Agiatou and Amahle. Two beautiful ladies, alone on a warm, sunny beach. We all accepted fucking of some description was almost inevitable. What else would three naked, highly sexed people do to pass the time?

'We could fill in the time with a game of cards if you like girls?' I suggested mischievously. Amahle was already staring at my cock.

'Naugh! We ain't got no cards.' Said Amahle. 'Giving your ass a fucking good slap might be a good idea though, what do you think Georgy boy?' She smiled and wriggled closer. Taking my cock in both hands she casually slipped it in her mouth.

She had been fondling my cock and balls before the others had left for work, so I welcomed her attentions. Agiatou seemed content to watch and lightly finger herself while Amahle tried to take the full length of my manhood into her mouth and throat.

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'I'm not too keen on your first suggestion girl, but what you're doing now does have an element of merit!'

'Cheeky sod!' Retorted Amahle, and painfully squeezed my balls.

Agiatou laughed at my discomfort as she lay there enjoying the pantomime unfolding before her. My head had been resting on Amahle's inner thigh; my face inches from her delicious wet pussy. The aroma from her lovely black gateway to heaven invited my tongue to plunge deep inside that warm, moist, dark interior. When it comes to giving cunnilingus, I am told most men don't like doing that. But that statement does not apply to me. I am addicted to it. The desire to lick the clit of my mistresses is probably indicative of being a submissive. I'm certainly happy to be owned by my family of seven, and occasionally eight femdoms when Mary visits.

I wish you were our slave alone, Georgy-boy. You would have been our slave if Harriet's plans had worked out.' Said Agiatou dreamily. 'Then we wouldn't need to share you.'

'Fuck me Agiatou, you'll be asking me for my hand in marriage next. But what exactly do you mean by, 'originally planned?'

'He doesn't know about the plans the Owner Femdoms had long before Isabella appeared on the scene, Agiatou. I have heard Mary and Harriet talking about it, and as far as I can see, I don't see what harm it can do to tell George. Perhaps it's time he knew all. Best you tell him while I enjoy his cock.' Said Amahle as she took my manhood even deeper into her mouth and throat, and massaged my cock and balls with both hands.

Agiatou had my attention. My curiosity was aroused, unfortunately, despite Amahle's oral administrations. My erection died a quick death, much to the disappointment of Amahle. But I badly wanted to hear what Agiatou had to say.

'Before meeting Isabella, you were drinking far too much, George. You had lost your wife. You needed something, or someone, to drag you out of your depression. You became interested in porn, and began visiting Subs and Dom's websites. Not long before you went one step further and started dating dommes, it didn't take long before you realised you were a 'closet' submissive. You were taking the first tentative steps towards realising your true nature. You wanted to be owned by a femdom! Didn't you, Georgy boy? She squeezed my balls as if she wanted me to admit being a submissive. I winced, Agiatou doing the squeezing this time, and Amahle temporarily gave up on my cock.

'Yes, all true. But how the fuck do you know all this?'

'The Owner Femdoms had your car and computer bugged. They would have bugged you if they could have devised a way. Hackers in Mary's Estate Office read and analyse every email you send. Every website you looked at was noted, studied and assessed to learn what turned you on, and the length of time you spent watching pornographic movie clips on the web. They learned more about you and your kinky ways than you know about yourself. You were followed for weeks before you met Isabella.

The Owner Femdoms, headed up by no less a personage than Senior Femdom Harriet needed a male slave who was intelligent, kinky, loved giving oral, was submissive but had leadership qualities not involved with his sexual preferences. He had to be a bit of a hard nut because his workers would be products of the Island's population. Firm leadership qualities were a must. The ideal enslaved person had to be skilled in many areas that the Island population lacked. But Lo and Behold, you ticked all the boxes, Georgy-Boy! So you became recruitment target number one!

Harriet was put in charge of recruiting you. Kinky bitch that she is, she liked what she saw, and will no doubt have her wicked way with you when the time is right. Your abduction became her obsession, her top priority. However, achieving her obsession was a problem. They thought about kidnapping. But Harriet, Mary, Amahle and I agreed that kidnapping was easy. Persuading you to cooperate after the event opened a new set of problems. We needed a more subtle plan.

We knew something of the training of the UK's Special Forces, and agreed you would probably die before submitting to do what we wanted you to do, and would never have cooperated fully. Am I right?'

'Am I right? Or am I right, Georgy Boy?'

'Hole in one girl. The way things are, I'm indeed happy to be owned by Isabella and used by you all. I'm truly happy with that state of affairs. It's also true that Harriet would not have found it easy to break me by kidnapping. The only way you could win me around is the way things actually panned out. We're all winners. But anyway, what happened next?'

'Do you remember a femdom calling herself Andromeda? She wanted you as a sub to suck her pussy, but wouldn't agree to even giving you a hand job unless you were prepared to live naked in her doggy cage?'

'Yes, I remember that cow. She didn't last long, but I kicked her into touch within a couple of weeks of meeting her.' She was a right boring bitch, she liked watching hard porn on the internet, and masturbated continually with a big black vibrator. If I tried to sleep, she would poke me with a stick. But she never got me into that fucking doggy-cage!'

'Well, Andromeda, a. k. a. Barbara Wilkinsop, from Birmingham, was hired by Mary on the instructions of the Owners. The plan was for Andromeda to lock you in a cage, making transporting you to the Island eaIslande plan was, for you to become a slave who could be kept imprisoned, and persuaded to work by allowing you to lick clit as a reward.

We all told the Owners their crazy ideas would not work with a man of your calibre. They didn't understand and wouldn't listen. Then along came Isabella. Harriet's problems were over, and we could all have wept with joy.'

'You fell for Isabella, Isabella was intent on joining the Island community, she was an excellent surgeon, just as kinky as you are, but pissed off with her employment in a London hospital. She need a sub, and you needed a femdom. And Hey Ho, you two just clicked. Harriet and Mary could not believe their luck. Not only was the Island reIslandng a top surgeon, but also a male sub or slave, who was willing to serve and do everything they wanted, and approximately forty subs and doms would prove to be invaluable for the Island's Island'sty. You know the rest as well as I do.'

'Yes. Thank you for telling me all that, Agiatou. You have answered a lot of unanswered questions that have been mulling around in this old Inferior's head for a long time.'

I paused for a moment, then said;

Mary seemed to know all about me from the day I first met her. I hated the sight of her at first. She was a right 'know-it-all'. She certainly knew a lot about me; I think I first started hating her when Isabella had insisted I walk naked into Mary's High Street office. I was surrendering my house keys before the sale. Her assistants were giggling like schoolgirls, pretending not to notice I was bollock-naked. Atg that point in time I was not fully in-tune with femdom ways.

Then there was the workshop; it was laid out exactly as my workshop, but with much better equipment, and plenty of it. I had two assistants (the two of you). You practically knew what I wanted before we fucked for the first time.

Mary proved to be an absolute gem as time went on. She did a fantastic job selling my house, getting about ten per cent more than the asking price. Not only that, but she invested the proceeds of the sale in such a way that, should I so desire, I could take up a life on the mainland tomorrow.

She has an equal share in me today, just as Isabella and the rest of you do. That was agreed between Mary and Isabella at the outset. Mary has me whenever she visits. Like Isabella, she has never pissed on me to demonstrate ownership in true femdom fashion. But then neither have any of you. If that happens in the future, you should all do it, not just Mary and Isabella. In true submissive fashion, I would imbibe some of that piss, and bathe in the remainder, and I would not wash for twenty-four hours, thus telling others I was your property. I might add, that Isabella has pissed on me in private, but never in front of witnesses.

I looked at Agiatou. There was love in those eyes, which were filled to overflowing with tears, and one tear rolled down that beautiful face. I kissed it away, then tenderly kissed those quivering lips; she was about to burst into tears. She didn't. Amahle, not noticing her friend's emotion, recommenced the job she had started before Agiatou's tale of a kidnapping that never happened.

I lay flat on my back, and Agiatou sat on my chest, legs on either side of my face. She leaned forward. Her vagina wet and inches from my face. I eagerly breathed in the pungent aroma of her womanhood, strong in my nostrils. Without permission, I had a massive orgasm in Amahle's mouth at the same time as Agiatou emptied her bladder, as she pissed over my face and into my mouth. Her golden token of ownership was hot, bitter and pungent. And it tasted very good indeed. Quietly, Agiatou lay close beside me as she took a few drops of my life-giving sperm in her hand and put them in her mouth. Then quietly, she whispered in my ear,

'No sore ass for you today honky, white boy, but I think Amahle needs a piss as well.'