The Pontoon

Jake cut the engines of the pontoon as the boat drifted into a quiet cove on the big lake. No other vessels were nearby, which is exactly how he wanted it--or, more to the point, what his Queen wanted.

The Queen was Jake's wife and Mistress, Ms Susan. She and Jake were in a female-led relationship, and she was in charge--Jake had no option but to follow her instructions.

Jake looked at her inquisitively, seeking her approval that the cove was secluded enough for what might ensue. She paused her conversation with the other two guests, took a sip of her cocktail, and nodded at Jake. He knew better than speak without permission, so he quietly dropped the anchor to secure the vessel in its current position.

He remained standing, while trying to avoid eye contact with the female guest whom Ms Susan had invited on board. Naturally, she and her male companion were sitting comfortably, but Jake had been instructed to remain standing. After all, his Queen had told him, he needed to be ready to jump to whatever command he was given and being seated was hardly conducive to fast service.

The two guests were Charlotte and Joe, and they were brother and sister. Jake had met Charlotte before, but this was his first encounter with Joe. Joe could see there was something different from normal in Jake's relation with his Queen, but he knew nothing of them being in an FLR. Probably, he saw Jake as being a weak, hen-pecked husband. Jake's Queen, he thought, might like the attentions of a real man--and he could be that man.

Charlotte was exceptionally pretty--and knew it--but she was also a terrible tease, a talent she exploited, knowing it was an FLR that defined Jake's marriage. She had found in the past it was so easy to land him in trouble with his Queen, and Charlotte had every intention of dropping him into more trouble on that day.

She knew that Ms Susan kept Jake under a tight rein, and forbade him from ogling women, at least without her explicit approval. Sure, he could look at their faces, in case they had some instructions for him, but lower down was out of bounds. Charlotte wondered how long Jake could resist her charms--ten minutes? No, probably not even that, she thought to herself, with a smirk.

Ms Susan resumed talking to Joe, while Charlotte began staring at Jake, daring him to look at her. He could sense her eyes burning into him and he knew from earlier, surreptitious glances that she was dressed to kill in an ultrashort pink miniskirt and a skimpy vest top. What's more, as they had boarded the pontoon, he had detected she was braless because through the armhole of her top he had seen the side of a bare breast.

She continued looking hard at him. He knew he had duties to fulfil, which included sorting out a light lunch for the party and, of course, ensuring that glasses were kept topped up. The alcohol was flowing freely, or at least it was for Jake's Mistress and her two guests. Jake, unfortunately, was restricted to water and Ms Susan joked with Charlotte and Joe that even a small beer might result in Jake having a collision and sinking the pontoon. This was blatantly untrue, but Joe and Charlotte both roared with laughter, adding to his embarrassment. He so wished he could put the record straight, but he did not want to upset his Queen by disobeying her edict about not speaking. He loved her, and was utterly devoted to obeying and serving her.

As he attended to his chores, he knew that Charlotte's eyes were still locked on him, beckoning him to his doom like a mythological Siren. She was faintly smiling, enticingly, but he guessed she was playing a game, setting a trap for him to fall into. He was determined not to let her get her way.

Then, as he sliced a crisp loaf, from the corner of his eye he caught Charlotte slowly uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, pausing unnecessarily midway with her knees slightly apart. She was sitting low down, and her thighs were at an angle, with her knees above her hips. From where he was standing, it would be so easy, but so risky, to look up her skirt.

He knew she was taunting him, but still he refused to look down in her direction, just occasionally glancing at her face, which he was allowed to do. His eyes met hers, and he was aware of her slight smile and pouted lips, summoning him to disaster.

Charlotte couldn't see how he was managing to resist peeping up her skirt, yet somehow he was. She again adjusted her seating position, swapping over the position of her legs, opening her knees a little, trying to lure him in.

While this was going on, Ms Susan continued her conversation with Charlotte's brother. Joe, if he was aware of what his sister was doing, gave no clue. In fact, his eyes were focussed on Ms Susan, and Jake knew there was chemistry between the pair. Joe was clearly bewitched by her beauty.

She was gorgeously dressed, and Jake liked that because he worshipped her and could not imagine living in any way other than in an FLR with his Queen. Her stylish outfit cost money--a lot of it--so his Queen had instructed him to take a second job, stacking shelves three evenings a week in a local supermarket.

He had tried to remind that he had a well-paid day job and could afford whatever she wanted, without further employment, but it had cut no ice. After all, she knew precisely what he earned because his salary was paid into her bank account each month. No, she explained to him, manual work would help him remain grounded and stop him getting ideas above his station. And so it was he worked long hours to keep his Queen in luxury.

He was in a daydream, but a stern rebuke from Ms Susan reminded him that he was on board to serve, not to dream. His eyes darted to look briefly at Joe. Jake reckoned that Ms Susan was teasing him, trying to get him excited. It was working. She was egging him on, and Jake saw at one point that Joe had to quickly fiddle with his crotch, a sign that he was becoming aroused by Ms Susan's actions and his swelling penis was snagging in his underwear.

Was Jake jealous? Possibly, but he had long learnt that if his wife chose to flirt with another man--even make love to another man--it was none of his business, unless some cleaning up was required afterwards, which was most definitely his business.

Jake then became conscious that Charlotte had once more swapped her legs over, even more slowly this time and most definitely widening the gap between her knees. He felt a painful twinge from his penis and gave a pronounced frown, causing Charlotte's smile to widen in delight. She knew why he was grimacing.

The thought he could not expel from his mind was whether she was wearing panties, or whether she had gone commando. He desperately needed to know because it was nagging him, and distracting him from the tasks that his Queen required him to perform. Already, he had forgotten to shake the salad dressing and only a grim snarl from Ms Susan had reminded him to concentrate on his work.

Surely, he thought to himself, the next time Charlotte uncrosses and recrosses her legs he could give a one second glance without anyone noticing. A single second is not much longer than the blink of an eye. That would give him his answer, and then he could relax and focus on his job.

But he knew there was a risk, so he still resisted the urge. However, Charlotte was not one for giving up and she fidgeted once more, exaggerating the knee swap, inviting him to peep.

He would only need to adjust his angle of vision by a few degrees to look straight up her skirt. He knew he shouldn't do it, but the temptation was building, as was the throbbing from his penis.

Charlotte sensed that the endgame was in sight. She could read the conflict in his face, and she understood how he was so perfectly positioned to see up her skirt. One more swap of knees should do it.

Jake was now overwhelmed, his brain a whirl, and he couldn't resist temptation any longer. He flicked his eyes downwards for no more than a second.

In that brief moment, he caught a glimpse of a sparkling white triangle, telling him she was wearing panties. Immediately, he reddened and looked up, but only to catch sight of her breasts, where he could see that her nipples were erect and were pushing hard against the thin cotton of her white vest top.

Stunned, his vision paused there for just an instant or so before he regained his composure and his eyes locked on her face. Charlotte was no longer smiling at him. She had caught him and now she was going in for the kill. She was scowling, and her eyes were screwed up in feigned rage.

"Jake!!" she hissed. "What the fucking hell were you gawping at?"

He didn't know what to say. Ms Susan had instantly stopped her conversation with Joe and was staring at him, demanding with her facial expression that he provided an explanation.

"Er... sorry, Ma'am," he replied, contritely.

"What in God's name were you doing?" she shrieked.

"Er... sorry, Ma'am, I was distracted. I just happened to glance at Charlotte... sorry, I mean, Miss Charlotte."

"It was more than a glance, Jake," Charlotte unhelpfully chimed in. "He was looking up my skirt, Susan, trying to see if I was wearing panties. Then he was looking at my boobs. He was mentally undressing me! He was violating me!"

Ms Susan glared at him, anger etched across her face. "How dare you disgrace yourself in front of my guests. It will be the cane for you, when we get home."

"I... I'm--"

"Shut up! Permission to speak is now denied!" she screamed. He was more than thankful that they were in a quiet cove, with no other boats in sight.

Ms Susan turned to Charlotte. "I'm so sorry, Charlotte. I don't know why he did that. I seem to have failed in my training of him. Be assured that the required remediable lessons will be given." Her tone of voice was cold and menacing, and Jake was becoming worried. She continued, shaking her head, "I can't believe he did that. Who would deliberately look up a girl's skirt and stare at their breasts? Only my stupid pervert of a husband, that's who."

Joe had kept quiet up until this point, but now he joined in the censoring of poor Jake. "This is sick," he exclaimed. "Where's his respect, not just for my sister, but for women in general?"

Ms Susan again looked at Jake, who was feeling utterly humiliated yet could not say anything to defend himself, not that it would have helped. "Turn your back to us. My guests are not here for you to gawk at."

Obediently, and feeling like a chastised child, Jake swivelled around so that his back was to the guests. He heard Joe laughing--laughing at him, not with him.

"I don't know what to say," Charlotte lied. "I'm just grateful you're going to punish him, to teach him that women should be treated with dignity. Does he think we're sex objects?"

"I really can't apologise enough, Charlotte," Ms Susan replied. Then, there was a pause before she added, inquisitively, "Were you... are you... wearing panties, Charlotte?"

"YES, of course, I am. I'm a respectable woman," Charlotte replied, sounding taken aback by the question.

"Yes, sorry, Charlotte. It's just that I'm thinking... I'm thinking that Jake needs to be taught a lesson right away. If he thinks it's okay to gaze at your underwear, he can't object to you seeing his."

Jake listened to the conversation and started to feel discomfort. Not only from the humiliation he was feeling, but from further arousal. His penis was locked 24/7 in a chastity device, and a small one at that. There was no space for expansion, so even slight arousal caused him agony.

"Is that fair, Jake?" asked Ms Susan. "You may speak to agree."

"Er... yes, Ma'am, very fair," he answered, nervously. He felt it was unjust, but that wasn't what Ms Susan wanted to hear. Besides, he HAD looked at Charlotte's panties and at her boobs. She had trapped him, but he should have had more willpower, so he was guilty as charged.

He heard Ms Susan pick up a bucket, the type of bucket found on any boat. He sensed she was leaning over the side and filling it with water. Then it was placed alongside him.

"Miss Charlotte has earned the right to see what you're wearing, Jake. Take your shorts off, empty out the pockets and drop the shorts into the bucket of water. You won't be wearing shorts for the rest of trip."

For a moment, he thought of arguing, but knew it would be pointless, and speaking without permission would only make things worse for him. So he stood up and undid his thin white shorts, allowing them to drop to his ankles, revealing to Charlotte and Joe that he was dressed in pink satin panties in a bikini style. His face turned a deeper shade of pink than the panties. Reluctantly, he emptied the pockets and dunked the shorts into the backet.

It took a few seconds for there to be a reaction from the guests. "What the god damn hell?" exclaimed Joe, his eyes wide open in disbelief. "What the fuck is he wearing?"

"Put your hands on your head, close your eyes and turn around," ordered Jake's Queen.

Jake did so, his eyes screwed tightly closed. However, the guffawing from Joe told him what his guest made of his appearance. Charlotte, though, had seen it all before, not that she didn't relish heaping further embarrassment on Jake.

"My God, he's an effing pansy," exclaimed Joe.

"Not really," explained Ms Susan, "but he always wears panties. It's amazing how compliant and obedient a man becomes when he's only allowed to wear panties. It eliminates any macho tendencies that they might otherwise have."

"Yeah, I can understand what you mean," agreed Joe. "But... but what's that funny outline I can see, inside his panties?"

"Er... what? OH THAT! That'll be his chastity cage--"

"WHAT?!"

"His chastity cage, Joe. He's locked up 24/7 and only gets released when I decide to release him. Otherwise, no erections and no orgasms. Isn't that right, Jake?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I almost feel sorry for the poor guy," remarked Joe, with a laugh.

"Don't be," replied Charlotte. "Remember that's he just deliberately looked up my skirt and stared at my boobs. Perverts like that need permanently locking up to keep women safe."

"I was being sarcastic," opined Joe, "He needs to be locked up and key thrown away." He paused to adjust his crotch again, something picked up by Ms Susan.

"Is it turning you on, Joe?" she asked.

Joe's face was turning red. "Hmm... sorry, I guess so. I suppose seeing him demasculinised is a turn-on. I'm sorry..."

"No, don't be, Joe. If you're getting tense, er... would you like Jake to service you? You know, RELIEVE your frustration."

"Sorry... but... but do you mean what I think you mean?" Joe asked, his brow furrowed. "You do, don't you? WOW! Would he do that for me?"

"He does whatever I tell him, Joe. Jake, get down on your knees, put your arms down, and open your eyes. Joe, when you're ready, take your pants and underwear off."

Joe looked a little uncertain and glanced around. "Don't worry, Joe, it's very secluded here."

"Yeah!... Oh, hang on! What about you, sis?" Joe asked. "I don't want to embarrass you."

"You won't, Joe, I promise. Besides, I've seen him do it before and I'm getting damp already, so just get on with it."

Reassured, Joe rapidly stripped off from the waist down, his semi-erect member obscenely sticking out.

Jake gulped. It looked large and it was not yet fully erect. This was an act that he had had to perform many times before but one he never truly got used to. It was humiliating and because of that his own penis was still desperate to engorge, but there was no room to do so.

For a second or so, he turned to Ms Susan and gave her a plaintive expression, begging her without words to unlock him so that he might at least gain a tad of enjoyment from the task that awaited him. He bit his lips, hoping beyond hope that she would understand his predicament.

She understood perfectly! But no, with a faint smile and an almost imperceptible shake of her head, she simply said, "You know what needs doing, Jake, so get to work. If you can do a good job I might--only might--halve the strokes you'll receive this evening."

For a moment, Jake felt a weight taken off his mind until he remembered that Ms Susan had never said how many strokes of the cane he would be getting, so how would he know if the number had been halved?

oooOOooo

Jake knelt in front of Joe, just inches from his penis. As Jake watched, so Joe's tool grew until it was fully erect and standing proud. Then, threads of precum appeared on the tip. Jake was hypnotised by the sight in front of him and Ms Susan had to brashly remind him of the script he was expected to follow in these circumstances.

Jake knew the words off by heart as Ms Susan had made him practice them so many times, in preparation for scenarios such as this. Yet, when kneeling in front of a man, as he was doing now, the recitation never seemed to get any easier.

"Er... Master Joe, SIR, I... I would be honoured if you would graciously allow me to worship your manhood and to consume the precious fluid that it can deliver. I know I am undeserving of such a treat, but it would mean the world to me to take your beautiful organ into my mouth and to stimulate it until it releases its lifegiving milk... Please, PLEASE, Sir?" He was begging, not because he actually wanted to give Joe a blowjob, but because he was aware of the profound consequences he would later suffer for not coming across as keen and enthusiastic.

Joe, though, seemed aware there was a game to be played, and he had no intention of making life easy for Jake. "I'm not sure I want it, sissy... Nah... no, I don't," he conclusively announced.

"Er..." Jake was taken by surprise, but he knew that his Queen would not allow him to accept Joe's refusal. "Please, Sir, PLEASE, I promise you will enjoy it, if you let me," pleaded Jake. "I'm begging you, Sir!"

Jake was off script now and having to adlib. His brain was recalling a previous occasion when he had been expected to serve a man in this way, and he had been rejected. Any temporary feeling of relief he had felt was soon removed when Ms Susan had told him he would be severely punished for not trying hard enough. She saw it as Jake's job to convince a man--ANY man--that he deserved a blowjob, whether the man wanted it or not.

"I'm not gay, so why would I want a blowjob from a man?" Joe continued, shrugging his shoulders.

Joe's solid erection said differently, but Jake had to think quickly on his feet (or rather on his knees). "I'm not a real man, Sir. I wear panties all the time, and a bra sometimes. And I'm locked 24/7 in a chastity cage. Real men don't dress like women and have their dicks locked up, Sir. Please give me a chance to pleasure you, Sir. You'll enjoy it, I swear."

Joe rolled his eyes and grunted, "You're goddam pathetic, sissy, but I'll give you a chance. I'm going to close my eyes and try to imagine you're a real girl. You'd best not do anything to rob me of that thought."

Jake, relieved he'd been granted consent, began licking the massive member in front of him, while trying to make murmuring noises suggestive of a girl. His tongue went slowly up the thick shaft, pausing on the head to remove the sweet, salty precum that was now oozing out of Joe's cock. Several times, Jake repeated this manoeuvre, and he was pleased to detect that Joe was enjoying the attention, thrusting forward slightly to amplify the sensations he was feeling.

Then, Jake wrapped his lips around the glans of Joe's tool and gently massaged it with his tongue. pressing it against Joe's pee hole. If Joe had been truly reluctant to be served by Jake, then that disclination had soon gone. Joe started pushing his penis into Jake's mouth, thrusting it in progressively harder and deeper, causing Jake, despite his considerable experience, to almost gag as it hit the back of his throat.

Jake, knowing that he had to do a good job if he was to have his caning halved that evening, tried to prolong his ordeal so as to maximise Joe's pleasure. But Joe was becoming increasingly desperate to orgasm, and, after just a couple of minutes, he came, ejecting a mass of slippery seminal fluid into Jake's mouth.

Jake was well trained. He knew he would have to swallow, but he also knew he had to be given the go-ahead to do so. He waited while Joe calmed down from his climax. Joe was enjoying the warmth of Jake's mouth and was in no hurry to withdraw. But slowly he did, a trail of jism and saliva dripping from his now semi-erect phallus.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Jake, who obediently opened his mouth wide so that Joe could see the gooey contents covering his tongue and cheeks. "Swallow, you fucking sissy, and be grateful for what you've received," Joe demanded, in what seemed to be an unnecessarily brutal tone of voice. "Then clean me up. I don't want to spend the afternoon with this sticky goo on my prick."

Submissively, Jake did what he was told. He swallowed the cum, and then swallowed again, and then again, struggling to remove the last traces the clingy seminal fluid from his tongue and cheeks. He longed for a drink to help wash it down, but he had finished his bottle of water and experience told him he would be denied more. Only when his mouth felt clean, save for the lingering taste, did he set about cleaning all traces of Joe's spunk from his now shrivelled penis, pushing his tongue under Joe's foreskin to ensure total cleanliness.

oooOOooo

Charlotte and Ms Susan's eyes had been fixed on Jake demeaning himself in front of Charlotte's brother. Both women looked hot and bothered, and Charlotte in particular was showing all the signs of being strongly aroused. Her nipples were erect, her pupils dilated, and she had a hand down the front of her skirt.

Ms Susan was quick to notice. "Would you like Jake to service you, Charlotte?" she asked.

Charlotte was too flustered to speak, so signalled her enthusiastic agreement by vigorously nodding her head.

Ms Susan smiled at her. "Can you wait until after lunch, Charlotte. If necessary, I'm sure that Jake can reawaken your passion."

Charlotte nodded again but was disappointed she was going to have to wait.

"Jake--serve the lunch. But nothing for you, not after what you've just eaten."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake replied, looking sadly at his Queen, hoping she might show some compassion. After all, they both knew that a large mouthful of Joe's jism was hardly going to keep a grown man like Jake going for the rest of the afternoon.

Seeing his poignant expression gave Ms Susan pause for thought. "Hmmm?" she pondered, leaving him on tenterhooks. "No! No food," she concluded abruptly, "but I will let you chew on something."

Turning to Charlotte, she asked, "As he's so interested in your panties, and they must be very damp by now, would you mind if Jake took nourishment from them?"

Charlotte didn't need asking twice. With a broad smile, she stood up, swivelled around so Jake couldn't see, and reached up inside her skirt, pulling down her white panties. Turning them inside out, she wrapped them into a ball and walked over to Jake.

"Open wide, sissy," she said, grinning, before shoving them into his mouth and then sharply pushing his chin up to close it. "Enjoy! Suck, don't bite!" she instructed. "I doubt the small allowance Ms Susan gives you would pay for a new pair if you damage them."

Jake had no choice but to sit quietly, watching his three companions enjoy the lunch he had lovingly prepared, consoled only by the delectable taste of Charlotte's love juices defusing from her satin panties.

There seemed no rush for lunch to finish and a couple of times Ms Susan found it necessary to snap her fingers, reminding Jake that there were glasses in need of a refill. By now, the panties in his mouth had lost all flavour and were serving no purpose other than as a gag. He was eager for lunch to end but knew better than to reveal his impatience. He had no option but to listen to the congenial conversation between his Mistress and her two guests, often interspersed with raucous laughter fuelled by alcohol.

Eventually, he was ordered to clear away plates. He had a good idea what was coming next and his Queen confirmed it. "Remove Miss Charlotte's panties from your mouth and find your blindfold," she commanded.

Jake knew he was to perform cunnilingus on Charlotte, but he also knew that he would be denied seeing what he would be worshipping. He was not entitled to gaze upon another woman's most sacred zone and, after all, attempting to do so was exactly what had landed him in the trouble he was now in.

He found his blindfold and Ms Susan wrapped it around his eyes, binding it tightly to obscure all light. "Make your way over to Miss Charlotte," she instructed him.

Unable to see, and guided only by the mocking of the others, he stumbled around, seeking Miss Charlotte. Calls of "you're getting cooler" and "you're getting warmer" were the only clues as to where she was sitting and he suspected she had moved seats to confuse him.

And then, he picked up her scent. If she had gone off the boil during lunch, she was now steaming again. Like a bloodhound, his nose started twitching as he closed in on his target. The essence got stronger until, suddenly, his nose made contact with something wet.

"At long last!" uttered Ms Susan, in exasperation. "He's so fucking useless, Charlotte, but he's there now. Get to work, Jake!"

He didn't need telling. Were it not for the chastity cage constricting his erection, this might have been the highlight of his day. Nevertheless, despite being in pain, he was determined to savour this delight.

Jake had serviced Charlotte in the past. Her juices tasted different to those of his Mistress, but were equally delectable. He used his mouth to encase her labia, gently caressing the wet flaps. Charlotte responded by fidgeting, trying to manoeuvre to anticipate the movements of his tongue. Jake, though, was determined to play a long game and, despite Charlotte's urgency, he knew that deep down she would appreciate a drawn-out procedure.

However, that didn't stop her admonishing him. "You do know what a frigging clit is, don't you, Jake?"

Yes, of course, he did, and for a brief second, he allowed his tongue to flip from her labia to touch and press her engorged clitoris. He felt her squirm and moan--and then utter an expletive when he moved back to exploring her labia. And then he ventured into her vagina, pushing his tongue into it as far as it would go. Her juices were flowing freely and he knew she was hugely aroused by the attention she was giving him.

Her moaning--and complaining--was becoming louder, as was her fidgeting and writhing. He removed his tongue from her love tunnel and encompassed her clit with his lips, his tongue playfully prodding the aroused organ.

Her moaning was becoming more vocal, and she grabbed Jake's hair, pulling him further into her pussy. Now she was screaming with delight and then, suddenly, she tensed up and arched her backed as a thunderous climax wracked her body. More vaginal fluid spurted out as she orgasmed.

Jake thought it was never going to end and that he might suffocate, but it did end. Charlottle collapsed back heavily, gasping for breath, unable to speak. He desperately lapped up what was left of her juices causing her to enjoy some post-orgasmic twitches. Only after an age, did she let go of his hair, allowing him to pull away.

He felt Ms Susan grab him, hissing, "Now turn around, you pervert, so Miss Charlotte has some privacy." He did so, and his Queen wrenched off his blindfold.

There was some scuffling behind him which he attributed to Ms Charlotte getting dressed again, but obviously remaining pantiless as they were still saturated with his saliva.

"How was he, Charlotte?" asked his Mistress. "Marks out of ten?"

"Hmm... I'll give him a four. He needs a lot more practice as well as a fucking roadmap," she laughed.

Ms Susan and Joe found this immensely funny, leaving Jake feeling despondent despite knowing he'd given a magnificent performance. He was certain he had more than satisfied Charlotte, but she was intent on humiliating him with her undeserved criticism.

"I'm so sorry, Charlotte," replied Ms Susan. "I'm sure his caning tonight will remind him he needs to up his game next time."

oooOOooo

Ms Susan got up and walked over to Jake, whispering something in his ear. Jake, still forbidden to speak in sentences, replied, "Yes, Ma'am."

His Mistress returned to her seat, commenting to Joe, "My sissy has something he would like to ask you, Joe. Go on, sissy."

Jake hesitated, summoning up courage. He knew exactly the three sentences he was to speak because he'd been made to learn them by rote, and he'd recited them so many times in the past. He also knew that he had to be word perfect--if Ms Susan detected a single word out of place, he would have to spend much of the next day writing out the three sentences countless times.

"Ahem," he began, clearing his throat, "SIR, you would do me a great honour if you were to make love to my Queen. I'm humiliated to admit that my sissy clit is too small to satisfy her Majesty. Please allow me the privilege of watching you make love to her, so that I might observe the technique that alpha males use."

Joe looked astounded by what he'd heard. He'd become aroused talking to Ms Susan, and he was convinced she had been flirting with him, but never had he expected to receive such an invitation, least of all from Jake. It was only a few hours since he'd been given a powerful blowjob by Jake, but he knew he could perform again and, what was more, would probably now last longer ensuring that he could bring Susan to a shuddering climax.

"Yes, sissy, I will be delighted to make love to your Mistress." Turning to Ms Susan, he asked, "Are you absolutely sure, Susan?"

She smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I want to feel a real man inside me. Sissy struggles even to get stiff and then comes within seconds. It will do him good to watch you, but, frankly, I can't see him learning anything. Let's just say he's 'anatomically challenged'."

She laughed and Joe joined in. She was being untruthful, of course, but Jake was in no position to set the record straight. All he could do was go red with embarrassment.

"Righty oh!" exclaimed Joe. He was searching his pockets. "Hang on. Sorry, but I don't have a condom, Susan."

"Oh, for goodness' sake don't worry about that. You ain't going to make me pregnant, and sissy will be more than happy to clean up the mess afterwards."

Joe was beaming. Making love to Ms Susan had been his desire all trip, but he never expected it to come to fruition. And being allowed unprotected sex was a bonus.

"Strip off, Joe, I want you completely naked," Ms Susan ordered, "And lie on the deck. I'll be riding you, not the other way around."

Ms Susan was going to take charge and Joe, while not naturally submissive, was nonetheless turned on by her strong assertiveness. By the time he was undressed, his tool was once more rigidly standing to attention.

He lay on his back, watching as Ms Susan peel off her skirt and pulled down her panties. Jake watched as well, his penis throbbing painfully inside its minute cage.

Ms Susan straddled Joe, and she and he together guided his missile into its target. No lubrication was needed because Ms Susan was as wet as could be. In fact, the bigger danger was of him slipping out, but Ms Susan was too skilled to allow that to happen.

Gently at first, she rode him, easing herself up and down, teasing him. She could detect from his behaviour when to back off and when to bear down. For several minutes she tormented him, while all the time aware that her own sensations were building. She was determined that she and Joe would climax simultaneously, and when that would happen would be solely her decision--Joe was no more than a human dildo, stimulating her.

Joe was desperate to come, but he had to wait for Ms Susan to stop teasing him. She was in command. Her vocalisations steadily increased, along with her writhing. Then, suddenly, she reached the point of no return, pushing down hard and precipitating Joe's eruption. Together they came in a joint, tumultuous climax. Both were crying out, their bodies rigid and bucking from powerful sensations within.

After what seemed to Jake to be an age, Ms Susan lifted herself off her stud. She returned to her seat and flopped back down, her legs wide apart. "Clean me up, Jake," she ordered.

Reluctantly, Jake got on his knees in front of his Queen and started licking up the slimy fluid oozing from her vagina. Her clit was still hypersensitive from her recent orgasm, and a couple of times Jake allowed his tongue to caress it, causing his Mistress to wriggle. And the wriggling served to deliver further pulses of semen from her love tunnel for Jake's consumption.

"That's enough, you're enjoying this too much," Ms Susan eventually decided. "Take us back to the marina, Jake."

oooOOooo

While his Queen and her guests continued enjoying the afternoon sunshine and the breeze, Jake steered the pontoon back to its berth. His mouth, and probably his breath, still bore unsavoury traces of Joe's spunk, but he had long finished the bottle of water that Ms Susan allowed him.

His Queen and her guests said little as they sped across the water. All three seemed lost in worlds of their own, and Jake guessed they were replaying in their minds the events of the day. All had benign looks of satisfaction on their faces, and Jake hoped this would mean his Mistress would go easy when she caned him that evening.

The marina was now in sight and this caught Ms Susan's attention. A couple of hundred yards out, she remarked. "Jake, put your shorts back on. On shore, we don't want you mincing around in your panties, causing us embarrassment."

His shorts, of course, were sitting in a bucket of water. He reached in, pulled them out, and squeezed as much water out of them as he could. Putting them on was a struggle, as they clung like glue to his legs. Somehow, he managed.

But it took just seconds for Jake to realise that the white cotton was now totally transparent. The pink of his underwear was clearly showing through. Joe had seen as well and was laughing. "What a bloody show-off you are, sissy," he remarked, contemptuously.

Ms Susan sighed, saying, "I'm so sorry, Joe... and Charlotte. He still manages to surprise me with the lengths he's prepared to go to cause me embarrassment. He could have chosen to wear white panties today but, no, as always he thought he knew best, so he selected pink."

"Perhaps he'll learn for next time," suggested Charlotte. "Or he might seek your advice?"

"I doubt it," replied Ms Susan, with a smirk. "Pink is his favourite colour. He adores it. It's always his first choice."

She was being dishonest. Jake hated wearing pink, a colour he associated only with emasculation. Pink had been chosen for him by his Queen. However, he was still not authorised to speak, so was unable to put across his point of view.

His Mistress continued, "Jake, after we've moored, we'll get off first and you will wait for a couple of minutes before following, always keeping a discrete distance behind. We don't want anyone thinking you're associated with us."

He nodded to show he understood. "And when we get to the truck, you'll have to take your shorts and panties off and sit on a towel. I don't want you wetting the seat."

oooOOooo

Jake drove the group back to town, sitting semi-naked and hoping no truck drivers would look down from their elevated positions and see he had nothing on from the waist down--apart from his chastity cage, that is.

He dropped Joe and Charlotte off at their respective homes before driving on with his Queen to their own house.

"I need to freshen up, Jake, it's been a tiring day. While I'm doing that, you can fetch my cane. I hope you don't think I'll be going easy on you. You know that your worst canings take place after you've turned me on and, WOW, you got me frigging aroused this afternoon with your antics, Jake. I'm still feeling randy but wielding the cane should relieve my tension."

Jake couldn't win. He was going to be severely caned for pleasing his Mistress, yet he also knew that had he disappointed her, that would also have been a reason for a harsh caning.