Butler for Life -

Chapter 5: Visitors

One day George had been not long outside, clearing some unsightly weeds along the driveway, when the collar buzzed. It seemed far too early for the pillory, indeed, he did not immediately react. Then he came to his senses and hurried to gather his tools and present himself before Madame.

He found her in her study. "Bod, there's guests coming. My ladies circle will arrive at two o'clock. I want you ready to greet them at the gates, then to serve us in the lounge." He glanced at her clock. There wasn't long, less than half an hour.

He reached the gates with plenty of time to spare, and swung the heavy wood panels open. It was rare that he got a chance to look outside the estate, but there was only a leafy lane, with no other houses in view, only fields and a copse of trees on a nearby hillock. He stood there waiting, pondering how strange it was that he harboured no desire to walk through that opening and walk away. For where would he go? And how could he; collared, naked, with no money, no phone, no way to survive in that estranged world outside the estate?

Soon the ladies' vehicle came into view, a large luxury SUV towing a small horse trailer that was beautifully made in varnished wood. He wondered what animal was being transported, but had not long to find out. By the time he had shut the gates and doubled back across the lawn to the entrance portico, several ladies were being greeted by Lady Christina on the steps, and their driver, a young raven-haired girl in her twenties, dressed somewhat in the style of Pauline, with jodhpurs and high boots, had opened the ramp of the trailer.

She led out a tall, magnificently-muscled black man, fully harnessed like a ponyboy, his feet shod in leather sandals that extended up his calves like a centurion. What was most impressive though, was that swinging - for no other word could be used - from a tight ring like George himself wore, was an immense cock that hung most of the way down the slave's thighs. The cockring formed part of a harness around his pelvis, with straps running around his waist and between his legs.

George was so taken with the sight of this, that he only gradually realised that not only was the creature in full leather harness, but that the wide straps around its chest enclosed two impressive breasts, with nipples that looked to have been enhanced in size by tattooing, and both pierced with thick golden rings. George's mouth could have been wide-open for all he realised.

The creature's face was indeed feminine, with enlarged pouting lips and plucked eyebrows, and there were large gold earrings in each pierced earlobe. Its eyes were made up dramatically, mascara and shading in prominence. Because its head was shaven and gleaming with oil like the rest of its body, there was little way to tell which sex it actually was, for its member looked for all purposes like a strap-on dildo, a deep coffee-coloured shaft of over 10inches, with bulging veins and a more pinkish head. George noticed that there was a massive gold ring pierced through its bulbous end, the same piercing he was now wearing. The creature looked like a female body builder on steroids, her ripped muscles clearly visible under the glossy skin, but with the appendage of a donkey-cocked futanari.

"Where shall I tether him, Lady Christine?" the girl asked when there was a break in the greetings.

Christina indicated with her hand. "Over there in the stables, Margot; there's water there as well. Make sure to keep his hands restrained between his shoulders like he is, so he can't play with himself! We want that cock for later on! And don't be too long, come and join us for a drink. Come on in, the rest of you."

George watched the massive slave being led away, a chain leash tugging on the large gold ring piercing the glans of his cock, then followed the group into the house and to the lounge, where they arranged themselves around in chairs.

"What would you ladies like? Iced tea? Or perhaps something stronger? It's after lunch, after all; we must have all finished our obligations for the day, surely. Gin slings? We'll have tea and cake later. Cock has been busy this morning making a lovely lemon cake for us." She tittered softly. "I know he's taking a rest right now! Bod, bring us all iced teas and gin slings each. There's no need to have to make a choice, after all. And make some for Pauline too; she'll be along shortly."

As he reached the door, Madame called after him sweetly. "And, Bod, could you check that Pauline has fixed Cock down in the playroom? No need to find her. Just check he's there."

The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of baking, and there were covered plates on the central table.. Once he had the lemon tea steeping, he went down the marble steps to the cellar area. At the end of the corridor, the Entertainment Room door was open. Inside, he was shocked to see Cock strapped tightly over the spanking bench, unable to move any of his limbs, with his organ bent back and hanging over the end in plain view. He was not only blindfolded but had a huge gag in his mouth. George recognised that gag; knew that inside there would be a large dildo pressing to the back of Cock's throat, preventing him from making more than a faint moan.

Sensing someone in the room, Cock did indeed moan plaintively. His buttocks had obviously received a decent flogging from Pauline, and right in the middle, liberally coating his arsehole, was a thick dollop of white gel. George realised that Cock was in all likelihood going to receive a rogering from that black slave for the ladies' entertainment. It made his own cock twitch, and his treacherous arse wondered what it would be like to be in Cock's place, fated to be reamed with that massive truncheon.

Shaking those thoughts away, he hurried back up to the kitchen to prepare a tray of gin slings before the teas became too bitter. He would have to serve the drinks in two trips. Her Ladyship looked up as he entered with the teas. "You took your time, Bod. We're all dying of thirst here. Perhaps you were dreaming sweet thoughts down in the dungeon?" Her eyebrows arched teasingly, catching him guiltily off balance.

"Sorry, your Ladyship. The gin slings are ready to bring in but I have to make two trips. And yes, your Ladyship, Cock is indeed......waiting down in the dungeon."

Pauline, now seated across in another part of the room, tittered. "I'm sure his poor little arse, he is! Probably wetting himself. He's met Lorna before, Bod, so he probably knows what's coming even though it hasn't been explained to him."

Once George had served drinks to each lady, Madame spoke again. "Bod, I've been telling the ladies about your admirable foot massages. Go get your materials and you can give each of them a nice relaxing massage."

He did not know whether to be amazed or humiliated. Both were arousing to him, having to serve as foot slave, naked, and to a room of dominant ladies. It put him straight into a dreamy sub-state.

Working his way slowly around the room, his cock permanently swollen in its cage, George tried to concentrate on his work and not listen in on the conversations, which in any case were about people he didn't know and subjects he had no knowledge of. The women talked of their own slaves, and he realised that they formed a like-minded group, a kind of club. His knees became sore from the carpet, but he managed to give each lady a comprehensive massage before looking up to confirm her approval then moving on to the next. He had brought herb-scented oil to finish off with, and the perfume gradually filled the air. When he had finished with the last woman, he returned to the first, towelled her and replaced her sandals, then the next. He could hardly stand at the end, feeling his age.

"Would your Ladyship like any more drinks? If not, I'll pack my equipment away."

"No, we're all good, Bod. Go down to the basement when you've done tidying and wait there with Cock."

The basement? That surely meant he was going to be present when Cock was presented to the Nubian-like Norma. Why? What did her Ladyship have in mind? He hurried to put everything away properly. By the time he reached the dungeon, the party of ladies was already descending the steps.

"Bod, stand over there for now. Pauline, fix him to the wall hook, would you dearest? Maybe fix his arms behind as usual."

George was taken over to the wall, his wrists fixed between his shoulder-blades by his cuffs being strapped to his collar, and pressed back against the cold stone as the collar was clipped to a wall ring. The cage was removed. From his tethered position he could observe clearly the unfortunate Cock presented like a sacrificial victim.

"Pauline, why don't you go and fetch Norma now. Ladies, would anyone like to exercise their arms in the meantime and add to the blush on Cock's buns?"

One of the younger women stepped forwards eagerly. "Why not? He's got a lovely arse. What a target!"

"Fine. But I'll get you to use a paddle so you don't disturb the gel there around his arsehole. It's going to give both Cock and Norma an interesting experience. Cock probably already knows that fact; his ring must be stinging like hell by now!" She walked over to a cupboard and retrieved a wide wooden paddle drilled all over with holes. "Here, this is my favourite; it makes such a pretty polka-dot pattern."

The woman took the paddle from Her Ladyship and faced Cock, caressing his hot buttocks studiously, then kneading them with her palms as if contemplating where best to strike. She took a step back and laid several quick strokes on one side, waiting to see Cock's reaction. He moaned but hardly shifted, probably knowing it was best to stay still. The same strokes were applied to his other side. When another longer set were added to his buttocks, he was moaning and squirming, and by the time she dropped the paddle and handed it back, George could see that Cock's buttocks indeed had a curious dotted pattern across them, and were already deeply bruised-looking, and he was making soft whimpering noises of suffering beneath his large gag.

Her Ladyship looked around at the other women, but before she could extend another invitation, Pauline returned, leading Norma by a heavy chain attached to the penis ring, and carrying her usual riding crop in the other hand. She led the Nubian forth into the room just like a horse and, once facing the whipping frame, Pauline commanded her to stop, and unhitched the chain. As she brought it over to hang on the wall beside George, she caught his eye to ensure he could see the malicious smirk on her face, then leant forward and spat casually onto his face, and continued without pause. George feared being alone with this sadistic young domme. He hoped fervently that Her Ladyship would never place him in that predicament.

Norma was still standing ready but motionless, and George wondered if they would tease Cock's entrance or if the massive cock would just penetrate to its base, making him cry out painfully for their amusement in response to the rough invasion. His own mind was racing with internal fantasies, and when he managed to look downwards, he realised that his own organ was somewhat engorged. At that point, Her Ladyship looked across and smiled.

"It seems that all this is quite arousing to our Bod as well. Let's indulge him. I have another little diversion planned for you ladies involving Bod. But Bod, let's put you to use now. Pauline, release him and bring him over."

Pauline's rough hands unhooked him from the stone and dragged him across to kneel facing the whipping frame, alongside the massive gleaming thighs of Norma. His nostrils filled with the unguent's perfume, a musky coconut kind of smell, but there was another more feral odour as well, which intimidated him yet aroused his submissive nature. He could not help glancing sideways at the thick shaft just inches from his eyes, taking in its impressive size and girth, the sheen on its chocolate skin. Then his eyes widened as he saw there was no scrotum below. Lorna had been gelded, her taint smooth and completely devoid of traces of her previous testicles. The cockring led back to an anal hook.

"Bod, you can have the honour of bringing our Norma to full erection! I'm sure you've always fantasised about having a decent cock in your mouth, if not in your slutty arse. Ladies, we've been training Bod here to be a good anal accepter for studs like Norma, but if Bod told the truth at our initial interviews, he is still a cock-sucking virgin."

George's head was spinning. Already overwhelmed by being kneeling alongside the ambiguous physicality of the nubian Norma, he offered no resistance as Pauline's hands again grabbed his collar and none-too-gently dragged his knees across the tiles so the bulbous head and ring bounced against his chin. She forced his head down so his lips touched the knob. George knew that to baulk was to invite a severe cropping from Pauline, and possibly worse. Tentatively he parted his lips and allowed the metal ring to touch his teeth with a clack. He received a forceful slap to the head.

"Get your tongue licking that! You'll need some lubrication. I'm going to ram it so far down your throat that you'll gag and then there'll be plenty of mucus, so you might as well make it easy on yourself!" The words were spat close to his ear, with genuine derision.

He complied, taking the knob in his mouth onto his tongue, and was ashamed that it felt incredible to have this massive member inside him. Each time it twitched he felt a thrill of shame at being used so wantonly. He knew he would be returned, discarded, to the wall once he had served his purpose, but he would return changed, forever publicly shamed as a cock slut.

Gradually, with each strong twitch, the cock swelled and pressed upwards, and George had to open his jaws wide to avoid his teeth scraping the knobbed flesh of the hardening shaft. Initially he had his eyes closed tightly, but eventually he opened them and his vision was filled with the veins bulging angrily along the purple shaft, which was also distended around the wide cockring at the base. Lorna's thighs started slight thrustings in response to the sensations from his tongue, and with each incursion the Prince Allbert ring pressed against the back of his throat, guided by Pauline's hand on his head, forcing him deeper along the shaft, and causing him to choke slightly with each stroke.

Then she grabbed him firmer and stabilised the transgender's buttocks with her other hand, forcing them together. George had no option but to open his throat as if he was gargling, and hope that he could manage. The sensations and his predicament were overwhelming him. He was vaguely aware that his knees were hurting on the hard tiles as he struggled to keep balance, but he had no idea if his own cock was hard or soft. All his attention was focused on what was happening in his mouth and throat, and he was making soft choking sounds with each short plunge of Norma's shaft, which seemed made of stone now and was hotly covered in his own saliva. As it had gradually become engorged, it pressed higher and harder against his palette, so he was forced to drop his head and extend it to open his gorge and avoid his teeth getting in the way. Not bothering to suck, he merely concentrated on breathing in with each withdrawal of the intruder, and allowing his breath to escape as the huge shaft once again filled his gullet, acknowledging with perverse pride that he was, in fact, doing quite well. It was the pride of a natural performer, he admitted. He wanted to do well for these wonderful ladies and their young companions.

At last, with one prolonged penetration that left his eyes watering and had him choking and gasping desperately for breath as she held them together before sliding the huge erection away from him, Pauline cuffed his head with her palm, and ordered him to his feet. As he struggled to obey, she casually grabbed his pinioned arms and hauled him unceremoniously back to the wall, fixing him even tighter, so he felt his face flushing with the tightness of the collar, and a slight feeling of faintness came over him. His legs felt rubbery and he could taste the musky flavour of oil and maleness left in him.

By the time he had gathered himself, Norma had already impaled herself within Cock, for Her Ladyship had presented the ponyboy's organ, still covered in George's spittle, worked it around Cock's pucker until it was further covered in white grease, then had firmly slid Norma in to the point of first resistance, using a controlling pressure on those muscular buttocks.

The guests gathered around the frame, obscuring George's view and making his minor role in the performance quite obvious. He could see Norma's buttocks working rhythmically, and could hear Cock's plaintive moan with each plunge. It was hard to tell if they were moans of pain or pleasure; George decided they were both, resolving to ask Cock later how it felt, and realised with another flush of shame how fascinated he was by the whole scene before him. He had a little flash-back -- this was more than he could have ever dreamed when he had first answered that online advertisement. He was indeed fortunate, and happy to spend the rest of his days in tenure with these amazing women.

Norma's mistress had taken charge, issuing a continuous stream of instructions to the ponyboy regarding speed and depth, and admonishing him not to reach orgasm until she instructed.

She turned to Christine. "How would you like us to finish, Dear? We could just ream your poor slave until he can't clench his arse for a day or so and then leave him discarded, or we can fill him with Norma's jism. I have been preventing her from any emissions for over a month now, and Alison here has been very diligent in giving her cock daily arousal sessions, so she should spurt a massive load. If you would all prefer to see the actual volume, I can get Norma to unload onto your slave's body. Or we could even engineer a rather good spoilt dribble over his back. Alison is rather good at those also. What's your fancy, Christina? You're the hostess, and it's your slave."

Her Ladyship looked around the gathering of excited ladies. "What do you think, ladies? I'd love to see a spoilt emission, and the frustration appeals to my perverted sense of entertainment, but why don't we do that another time. I always intended that Cock would be fucked like the sissy he is, and filled with cum, so why don't you let Norma have her pleasure. In your own time, of course."

With that guidance, Norma was ordered to continue at the same rhythm, but remembering to ask permission to cum when she reached the critical point. In fact her first request was denied, and from then on her movements became quite deliberate and slow-motion, until finally her mistress allowed her the freedom to finish, when a series of rugged thrusts had cock moaning plaintively as the massive load was emptied inside him. When Lorna was moved backwards, George could see jism leaking from cock's gaping hole, which continued to twitch and clench for some moments after. Cock himself lay limply in his restraints. There was a moment of silence, then Pauline piped up.

"Well done, Lorna. Now to get you back to the stable."

When the ladies had all regained their seats, Her Ladyship looked towards George.

"Pauline, dear. Why don't you release Bod so he can refresh our drinks, and while he's doing that you can set up the next amusement."

As he bustled around the kitchen upstairs, making sure to not dawdle, George was still pre-occupied with his recent experience. He could hardly believe he had sucked another man's cock. Well, a creature like Norma didn't quite seem like a normal man when you could look up to breasts like that, but that was definitely a cock he had been sucking, and so impressive was the memory that he had to admit to himself that he would look forwards to the next chance to do it. With a small twitch of his anus, he further admitted that he rather envied Cock's experience. Oh, well. Plenty for future times.