Femdon Island

Femdom Island Ch01

This series runs alongside my first 'Femdom' series, but one day, 'Companion for a Femdom' is planned to pass into history, and Femdom Island destined to succeed it.

So why did I not adapt and include 'Femdom Island' chapters in 'Companion for a Femdom' I hear you ask?

Primarily, the reason is that George is on the wrong side of forty. He's not quite ready for a journey in a box, and there are not many men who could manage Agiatou and Amahle mid morning, Senior Femdom Harriet at midday, Femdom Mary all night, and still find time to build a railway, run a sex toy business, and associated body enhancement programmes. George is still very fit and energetic! I have several half-written chapters yet to be published, which emphasise that fact. So for my fans, don't worry! George and his femdoms have a lot of fornicating to do before he can retire disgracefully to a cottage by the sea with Isabella, or whatever disgusting retirement I decide his future might be.

Characters from Companion for a Femdom, will continue to appear in Femdom Island. In that way, I hope to keep the interest factor alive. Women will always be in charge, of course. At least, in the bedroom, the bank accounts, and the supervision of all Inferiors. After all, men are the 'Inferior' gender, so they must be owned, supervised, punished and enjoyed, as the superior gender sees fit.

Originally, the idea behind Femdom Island was to write something new. I soon realised that many authors start a second book to introduce new characters. But a new title might also attract more readers, or maybe an incredibly rich and incredibly beautiful Isabella or a Mary might decide to kidnap me and keep me as her sub? (Okay, I can fantasise and dream, can't I?).

Please note: All my series contain references to smacking, cunnilingus, golden showers, and subjects which are designed to appeal to the femdoms, sexually submissive men and women, and the gay community. So if the reader finds any of that offensive, please do not read any further.

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My name is Joe Rattenbury, Until recently, I lived with my bisexual femdom owner, Rebecca. We jointly owned a small semi-detached house in London. We met online at a Subs and Doms website. She needed a slave, and I needed a Mistress. She was a Ward Sister in a big London hospital, and I was a self-employed carpenter-joiner. As her slave, I was never allowed to wear clothes in the house. She had told me that nakedness is to remind me of my place in the pecking order of things, and being naked is healthier for the inferior gender. Nevertheless, her expensive wardrobe must be kept in tip-top condition, and it was my job to ensure her clothes were always clean, neatly pressed, and ready to put on at a moment's notice.

My owner femdom, is about ten years older than me. She is about five feet five, has long black hair hanging down to her waist. I spend hours brushing her hair, and she uses the same hairbrush to discipline me.

She has a small, but good figure, and until today, I had always enjoyed licking her pussy, particularly when she has just finished a days work, she hot and sweaty, and pissed through that lovely pussy a few times, without first removing her thong.

As you can imagine, behind closed doors we had enjoyed an excellent femdom/sub relationship! I was her sex slave, happy to obey and be her loyal slave until today. I even enjoyed being spanked when she had a hard day at work.

To the outside world, we tried to appear as a normal couple. No hint of the kinky lifestyle we kept hidden behind closed doors. I barely knew the neighbours, rarely did we eat out, and we simply could not afford it. Her expensive wardrobe meant there was never money to spare at the end of the month, and all too often we were overdrawn. Rebecca often talked about taking me to a CFNM party. That sounded like fun, I would have enjoyed being seen naked by other femdoms, but nothing ever came of that.

We watched a lot of porn on the internet. Though I rarely saw much; while she watched, I was expected suck, lick and please her pussy and feet. Sometimes, we might re-enact a particularly kinky scene that took her fancy.

When alone, I was sometimes allowed to wear the soiled underwear she had been wearing all weekend. Sometimes she would piss through her panties, and stretch the soiled garment over my head, and sometimes over my hips and crotch.

I was unaware of the internal CCTV she had installed to keep an eye on me while she was at work. It wasn't long after that, she caught me red-handed wanking in her underwear. She gave me a tremendous beating! From that point on, she kept me in a locked cock cage when she was out of the house. There was only one key, and she kept that on an expensive gold necklace I had been allowed to buy her.

Being self-employed. It had not been difficult to fit my work around Rebecca's shifts. I would arrive home at least two hours before her. Have a quick shower, and prepare her meal for when she steps through the door. I would be naked except for the cock cage of course, and Rebecca considered it disrespectful if I did not have an erection for her to fondle or smack, depending upon her mood when she came home.

As soon as she stepped through the doorway, she would unlock my cock cage, the inspection, smacking or fondling of my cock and balls would only a minute or two. Then, when she has sat down, I would serve her with her meal. When she was settled, I would give her foot and pussy worship while she is eating.

Today was different. I greeted her in the usual way, but she did not unlock my cock cage. Instead, I was ordered to fetch the two-foot chain with two padlocks. After serving her meal, I was required to secure my cock cage to the ring bolt in the floor under the dining room table.

I took no notice of the smart red sports car which pulled up behind my owner's rather scruffy old Austin Allegro about five minutes after she came home.

As soon as my mistress sat down, I removed her thong as I had been trained to do, the task was a little difficult because the chain twixt cock cage and ring bolt was too short.

Rebecca preferred to wear a thong at work; she never took it off, not even to pee. So at night, when she was asleep, one of my tasks was to suck it clean, press it neatly, and ensure it was warm, and ready to be put back on clean for her next shift.

My head was between my mistress's thighs pleasuring her pussy when two smart ladies got out of the sports car, and walked into our home unannounced.

If I wanted to avoid that hairbrush, it was advisable to ensure Rebecca had an enjoyable orgasm. So when these ladies entered our home, I was busy flicking my mistresses' clit with my tongue, Her pussy already swollen, embraced my mouth. Before the arrival of these two smart ladies, I enjoyed doing that. Rebecca's first orgasm usually came quickly. I would savour the taste of her hot love juices in my mouth before swallowing. When satisfied, she would squirt, and if I was quick enough, I could usually capture the salty, slightly bitter urine before it spilt onto the floor. If I did allow it to spill on the floor, it was hairbrush time again. This I did not enjoy. I would be forced to lick up her piss, then wipe the floor spotlessly clean with my annual Christmas present, a six inch square of J-cloth.

Until today, I was happy licking and sucking Rebecca's pussy, I had enjoyed tasting and swallowing her orgasm, and awaited my mistress's squirt. But from the moment our visitors made their entrance, the squirt happened, but mainly in my right ear.

Our visitors' arrival had distracted me. I was admiring our visitors magnificent stockinged legs, when Rebecca's pint of piss hit my right ear. Two pairs of expensive high-heeled shoes supporting two pairs of magnificent, shapely female legs clothed in expensive-looking stockings!

'Stupid sod!' Said Rebecca as she tried to slap my bare back under the table. You've made me piss all over the floor, and I so much wanted to impress our visitors! Lick it up, and hand me the punishment paddle. No fucking hair brush smacking for you this time boy! Letting me down in front of guests like that. You'll not sit comfortably on your ass tonight or for a long time to come!'

Being anchored to the ringbolt by my cock cage, it was impossible to hand her the punishment paddle. But Mary, the taller of our two visitors, could, and gingerly did, hand Rebecca the paddle.

Rebecca, realising she could not reach my ass, because she was at one end of the dining room table, my ass was sticking out of the other.

When I could see our visitors properly, I realised our glamorous visitors were not the usual run-of-the-mill femdom friends Rebecca occasionally invited it. 'Friends' who just happened to be passing, and wanted to watch Rebecca humiliating me, or perhaps get a pussy licking. Rebecca charged them twenty quid for that, but I never saw a penny of that, of course.

These two ladies looked extremely fit! They had bodies fit to die for. The gymnasium, swimming pool and running track were no strangers to these ladies. They were fit! Fit! Fit! Both wore extremely short, bright red mini skirts held at the waist by two simple 'C' clips. This alone marked them as high maintenance prostitutes, or perhaps members of the Island femdom community. Whose website Rebecca and I often visited online.

Their long, expensively stocking legs boasted expensive mid-thigh garters. Brilliantly white blouses were knotted at the waist, showing off perfectly formed, female midriffs and breasts. They sat primly, legs crossed, exposing a full length of attractive, feminine leg.

When I was allowed to raise my head above tabletop height, I could see a generous display of breast. Their breasts strained against skin-tight blouses that barely managed to contain their precious cargo of luscious female flesh. At the moment, all I could see were those magnificent legs. How I wanted to kiss and caress them, and if allowed, lick those lovely pussy's bulging beneath those brilliantly white thongs partially stained from a few drops of their delicious golden nectar.

'Nice to see he's taking his vitamins Rebecca!' Said Mary as she gracefully flicked her long blonde hair back over her lovely shoulder, and reluctantly handed Rebecca the rubber paddle between two of her long and elegant fingers.

'I am sorry you've caught me like this Mary, I thought I had trained this idiot slave to do as he's been trained to do But I'm afraid he's let me down.'

'Don't worry, Rebecca. You carry on. Would you mind if Diane and I use your bathroom? We are quite desperate for a pee.

'Don't be silly Mary. Joe has been trained to be a toilet, it's just that he failed this time. Do sit down and drop your thongs on the floor, I'll have him suck your thongs clean before you leave.'

'How kind of you Rebecca, we would both be pleased to accept your hospitality.'

With that, both sat down at the dining room table, and I continued licking up Rebecca's spilt urine, dreading the spanking I would soon receive.

Rebecca realised my ass was poking out from the wrong end of the dining room table for spanking, so she asked Mary if she would be kind enough to give my ass a few slaps with the eighteen inch heavy rubber paddle. Mary reluctantly agreed, and smacked my ass lightly three times.

'Is three sufficient Darling?'

'Not really, I usually give him a minimum of six, even when he's done nothing wrong, A bakers dozen seems more appropriate, would you mind giving him another ten? Only this time please make it a full arm spank. And if he doesn't start being a human toilet within the next thirty seconds, give him as many as you like!'

I willingly took that hint, and opening my mouth as wide as possible, I placing it over Mary's sweet pussy. Mary delivered ten slaps of the lightest smacks I have ever received, and not even half as hard as Rebecca's slaps would have been.

Mary and Diane were most thoughtful. They made swallowing their lovely piss easy. They gave me a mouthful at a time. It was so pleasant relieving these beautiful women, and I silently prayed they would drink a lot while they were with us. And what a change to have a smacked ass that did not leave my ass red and bruised after the event.

'Right, lets get straight down to business Rebecca,' Said Mary, 'As you know, we've been monitoring Joe 24/7 for a couple of months now, no living relations, his only friends seem to be from his navy days, they don't seem to keep in touch, so I'm reasonably sure he won't be missed if he suddenly disappears. He ticks all the boxes relating to suitability, he's subservient, likes giving oral, seems infatuated with the female form, in fact ideal slave material for servitude on the Island. He's also got the talents George, our senior slave is desperately in need of. Not only that, but George is pretty sure he knows Joe from a few years back.'

'And if we go for it, you'll look after the sale of the house, flight, packing etc?' Asked Rebecca.

'Yes. Of course we will. I've got enough recruits for a flight to the Island tomorrow, noon departure. Refuelling twice, East and West coast of the U. S. We'll be refuelling at two femdom communities, both way out in the desert, both with a swimming pool, and the chance to relax. So don't worry a thing. All you have to do is pack your bag, we burn Joe's clothes, except trainers and steel-capped boots and the like, and my girls in the office will get the best price they can for the household goods and the like.

Then it's a trip to the airport, with forty 'wannabe' trainee subs and doms, boys naked, girls nearly naked, and we're off to get a sun tan! You don't have to worry about a thing. My Estate Agency will look after the sale of the house and invest the proceeds on your behalf. You don't have to worry about a thing. You don't need money on the Island, everything is free. But I'll give you a thousand U. S. dollars for incidentals on the way, if you spend a hundred of that, I shall be surprised. What do you think?'

'I like the sound of it. That all sounds good to me Mary.'

'Okay, when Joe has finished drinking Diane's piss, I want to be sure he's happy with the arrangements as well. He has a legal right to refuse. But as I haven't spoken to him yet, I have to be sure it's what he wants as well. But bearing in mind the lifestyle he is being offered, compared to the lifestyle he has here in the UK, I think he would be a fool to refuse. Two points you need to consider carefully, though:

1) Are you sure you want to have Tony? It's true he has a massive cock; It's also true he's six foot six of solid muscle; but he is a penny short of the full shilling Rebecca! And he does have a history of violence!

2) Also, are you sure you can meet the fitness level demanded by our Owner Femdoms? If you can't, you will find it tough until you can meet the Island fitness standards. The Owner Femdoms insist we look good for our guests, sex and pornography is what they come to the Island for. Even if we are not involved directly, the Owner Femdoms insist residents must all look good, male slaves must have a nine inch cock, and neither gender must carry more than a few ounces of spare fat. If you can't meet the standards after six weeks, you'll have to consider your options.'

Rebecca assured Mary she felt sure she could tame Tony. After all, she had never been unable to train a slave so far. But the fitness standard worried her; she had a good figure, and weight was not a problem. But running two miles in fourteen minutes, five days a week, followed by thirty minutes 'Beasting' in the gym? She was not so sure about that. But she was prepared to put up with a bit of discomfort until she was fit enough.

My mind was working overtime! I was fuming, I wanted to get my hands around Rebecca's throat and squeeze! Not one word of Island membership had been discussed between us. We had looked at the Island website, and we both liked what we had seen. Financially, it made perfect sense, but we had not discussed living there; she had just assumed.

Half the house belonged to me! Also, it seemed I was to be cast aside in favour of a slave with a cock twice the size of mine, who was built like a brick shithouse, and a had the brain of an imbecile..

'May I have permission to speak please?' I asked quietly. I was still still angry, and still sitting under the dining room table, locked in a cock cage, which was chained to a ringbolt in the floor. I had long-since stopped licking up her piss. That now seemed utterly repulsive. Rebecca had been deciding my whole future, without one word being spoken to me. I felt utterly betrayed.

'Of course she can, Joe. I haven't had a chance to speak yet, and quite obviously, there is much that has not been told to you.' Said Mary, smiling kindly. She was looking down at me, not attempting to hide her magnificent cleavage.

She glared at Renecca. Without speaking, she approached Rebecca, and snatched the key to my cock cage, breaking the gold necklace in the process.

Mary released me from my cock cage, and gently removed it from my cock. Looking directly at Rebecca across the dining room table. Without a word she threw the cock cage at Rebecca, which hit her squarely between her breasts.

Turning to me, Mary said, 'I see you like my breasts, Joe. You can touch them if you want. God gave them to me to give men and women pleasure!'

I blushed, seeing both Mary's and Diane's beautiful faces for the first time. I thought they were the most beautiful faces I had ever seen. Their beautiful faces, with deep, piercing blue eyes, smooth, blemish-free skin, firm bodies - I felt embarrassed sitting at their feet, naked, in front of these two beautiful goddesses.

'I don't know where to start Mistress. I do not know either of you. Yet it seems you know a lot about me. Twenty minutes ago, I thought I was in a kinky, but long-standing femdom/sub relationship with my mistress-owner, Rebecca.'

'You still are a slave boy, lick up my piss before I give you another thrashing!' Said Rebecca, the lady who used to be my femdom.

'Clean it up yourself, Rebecca,' I replied in a remarkably quiet voice. You made the fucking mess, you lick it up! And for your information, whether or not I am a slave, I'm certainly not YOUR slave! So fuck off and go live with your ape-man!'

I turned to Mary. I reached out and tentatively touched her breast, as Diana, who so far had not spoken, bade me sit on a seat between them and tenderly held my cock as I gently stroked the smooth breast I had been invited to touch.

Looking from one to the other of them, I said to Mary,

'If I am to have my house sold, and I have the chance to be taken to the Island. What would I be? A slave? A submissive? A carpenter/joiner? Who would own me? Can I be owned? Please tell me what you have in mind for me.

Firstly, Joe, Diane and I thought Rebecca had been keeping you informed since she first approached us at Hollingswood and Wordsworth Estate agents. We run a legitimate Estate Agency, but that is only a front for recruiting suitable people for the Island. We have been in touch with Rebecca for some time, discussing migration for the two of you. We thought you were fully in agreement.

For the record. Rebecca does intend to leave you in favour of owning one of our slaves. He is called Tony. He has a fourteen inch cock, and he is a bit of a bad boy. Also, he isn't the most intelligent of men. Nevertheless, Rebecca is determined, and though Tony cannot read or write, he has agreed to become her slave on arrival at the Island, along with his other femdom owner, Annika. George and I have both advised against this union. Anyway, that's her choice. I'm sorry if that comes as a bit of a shock to you.' Do you want me to continue?'

'Yes please Mary. Island life does appeal to me. But you must admit, it is a mammoth leap into the unknown. For instance: how do I know this is not all a big con from two ladies who want to make a quick buck selling my house? I'm not the slightest bit worried about splitting from Rebecca, I can see my loyalty has been totally misplaced there. But you should also know I am a right kinky sod. I love the idea of being a slave. I thoroughly enjoyed drinking yours and Diane's piss, I love sucking clit, and yearn to belong to the right femdom. The right femdom for me is obviously not Rebecca. But how do I meet the right femdom on the Island?'

'Okay Joe, I'll tell you all you want to know, and more. Yes, we want you as a slave, and if you'll have her, Diane is only too willing to be your femdom. She's been watching you for weeks, but of course you may not want to lick a prettier clit that hers?' Said a smiling, mischievous Mary, as she touched Diane's pussy, kissed her fingers and pressed them to my lips.

'Try stopping me, ' I said as I took those fingers in my mouth and sucked on them.

Diane smiled, and kissed me lightly on the neck, she continued massaging my erect seven and a half inche penis, and said,

'As Mary is suggesting Joe, in many ways I have been stalking you for some time. Myself and a group of three other female computer hackers have been watching your every move for the past two or three months. We've watched you wanking in Rebecca's knickers, we've masturbated with you while you watched porn on the internet without Rebecca's permission, your kinky ways, are so much akin to my own, that I think we would make a happy pair. I certainly want to learn more about you, and you would like to be my slave, I would be only too happy to be your femdom. I hope I can share your bed tonight, we would have such a kinky time. Should you decide being my slave is not to your liking, we won't burn your clothes, and you don't have to get on the aeroplane. But I will at least have had the chance to enjoy your seven point five inches in every orifice of my body.'

'Fucking Hell Camilla, I've drunk a pint of your piss before I saw your lovely face. You've never seen me with clothes on. And the first time you speak to me, within five minutes, you are inviting me to indulge in every kinky thing I yearn to do with you. Having said that, I think there's every chance we will be having a bonfire in the morning. But right now, there's a freshly made-up bed in the spare room that I made up this morning. Let's have a shower and use it!

'Hold it right there, Diane,' Said Mary, 'I won't delay you two love birds for long, and here are two, ten per cent PPP pills for you. I'm not giving you anything stronger because I want you and Joe to talk after you have fucked each other's brains out. This PPP will last for about an hour, then please talk to each other. You'll be too knackered to fuck. for an hour or two.' Turning to me, Mary continued,

'The Island is run by bisexual femdoms. You will always be considered an inferior, a slave, Joe. After tonight, if Diane trains you properly, you will never be allowed to ejaculate without her permission. All men are 'Inferiors', and therefore considered to be subs, or slaves. I own a one-eighth share of George. I also own Diane and the three other girls in the office. So, technically speaking, you belong to me as well. Don't worry, I won't be too hard on you, but I will expect a lot of clit licking!'

George will almost certainly be your boss. Every time I fly out to the Island, George is my property for the first twenty-four hours of my stay. We'll fuck like rabbits, but he's not allowed to cum' unless I tell him he can cum. That's pretty general on the Island. The next day, George will become a slave to one of his other owners! He is an inferior! He is male, and therefore a slave or sub, and happy to be so. I hope you will accept that way of life as well. You'll get a sore ass now and again, but generally speaking, life will be pretty good should you agree to join us.

No one is tied to the Island forever. The only people unable to leave are prisoners who have not completed their sentence, and most of them opt to stay after completion of their somewhat horrific jail sentence. So no one is a 'slave' in the true sense of the word. You can easily earn two or three times as much as you earn here. But money is of little use on an island, where everything is free for residents. Housing, medical, dental work, even a burger and a pint in the Pleasure Palace are free to you. Only students and visitors pay. You only need money if you want to buy something from the Mainland.'

I hope I'm not wasting my breath, but you should know, the Island is not a democracy. The lady's word will almost always be taken in preference to the word of a slave. In many ways, we're a dictatorship. The best way a slave can achieve happiness on the Island is to be owned by one or more femdoms. But enough! I can see your cock is twitching, and in need of finding a home. And from the gleam in Diane's eye, I strongly suspect she has a home that is both wet and warm where she would like to park it. But I want you and Diane to talk to each other, in addition to enjoying each other tonight.

'You're not wasting your breath Mary, and it sounds like George is an important man, I think I worked for him. The George I knew, had a bit of a drink problem after he lost his wife.'

'Yes, that is right, ' George, and he knows you. He did have a booze problem, but he's over that now, and I will arrange for him to call you. Have a Zoom chat with him. Ask him anything you want. Particularly if you have any doubts about joining the Island.'

'Yes please. I would very much appreciate a Zoom chat with George, would you kindly fix that up for me before the flight?'

'I'll do what I can Joe, but don't forget the time difference. We're about nine hours ahead of Island time, so don't be surprised if your Zoom call happens when you're cock is inside Diane.'

'Then we'll give George a free porn show!' Said Diane.

'I'll second that motion!' Says I.

'And I'll take some video footage and earn a mint!' Said Mary, Now, go find that room! And I'll pay for a box of matches if your answer is YES in the morning.