I stood naked in front of the assembled audience of my wife, Tanya, four of her friends and my sister-in-law, Vanya. Unlike my first "behaviour modification" session with the big-busted dominatrix Maitresse Yvette, the women were no longer fully clothed, but were wearing an array of sexy lingerie, some more revealing than others but all erection-inducing.
That my eight inch uncut cock was fully erect added, of course, to my humiliation, and that humiliation was in no way eased by the fact that I had been fully aroused during my first session at Maitresse Yvette's. There was no way I was going to feel "comfortable" naked and displaying a hard-on in front of this group!
Maitresse Yvette's maid, Marie, was also wearing sexy lingerie on this Monday afternoon, unlike her scandalously brief maid's outfit from the previous week. But her lingerie was even more stiffy-inspiring than that of the six ladies in the audience.
The blonde's lovely breasts were thrust into superb uplift by a gleaming black wet-look, quarter-cup bra. Her nipples had been rouged and were garishly red. On her hips was a wet-look pair of crotchless panties. I could tell that she was, in fact, a bottle blonde by the way her pubic hair gleamed around her lush labia lips – it was dark brown.
I was erect mainly due to the anal intruder which had been thrust up my anus by Marie before I was escorted into the room by her mistress. The straps from front and back which were attached to D-rings set in my slave collar served to make the dildo's penetration total and also added to the pressure on my sphincter muscle, helping maintain my full-blown erection.
My wrists had been encircled by black leather straps which were also attached to the D-rings around my throat collar. I was, therefore, totally "available" as it were, to Maitresse Yvette's designs which I had no doubt would be devious.
The week after my first session of humiliation at the hands of Maitresse Yvette and my wife's friends had passed in a blur of domination inflicted on me by Tanya. I had only been permitted to go to my Soho bookshop on two days, the final two days I called in sick, instructing Naomi to take charge, an instruction she was totally capable of following.
For the rest of the week – Thursday through Sunday – Tanya had enjoyed herself at my expense, making me perform anal adoration for her and by bringing her to clitoral relief via cunnilingus.
Each and every day she made me parade around the house nude, and each and every day she delighted in making me wear the anal intruder and my slave collar, "gifts" as she put it from Maitresse Yvette.
To add to my frustration, I had been denied cock-in-cunt sex, and only allowed one relief from the pent-up passion in my groin by being forced to masturbate in front of her for an hour being allowed the mercy of ejaculation. I was becoming "a well-behaved little slut", as she put it.
Now my second session of "behaviour modification" was due to begin and Maitresse Yvette, clad as she had been the previous week in her gleaming, open-breasted and bare-crotched black leather basque and black boots, stepped alongside me.
As I had been escorted into the room between the maitresse and her maid, I noted that the punishment bench in the centre of the room had been replaced by a narrow, leather covered sort of cot. I had no doubt I would at some stage of the afternoon be placed on it for suffer heaven knows what indignities.
Maitresse Yvette rubbed her large, implant-enhanced boobs against the side of my torso and welcomed the group.
"Ello, ladeez, and welcome to our second session wiv zis naughty boy, Rupert. Rupert – take a bow, zere's a good boy!"
Feeling stupid, I inclined my upper body and gave the ladies a little bow.
"Et maintenant, Marie, zee spreader bar, s'il vous plait," said the phoney-accented domina and her blonde assistant placed my ankles into straps on a long metal bar, which forced my feet more than a yard apart. This, of course, made me feel even more vulnerable.
"And now ladeez," said the maitresse, "wot eez eet which 'as got zis naughty boy into so much trouble? Would someone like to point eet out?"
My wife's best friend, the lovely Paula Pain's hand shot up: "His cock, Maitresse Yvette."
The dominatrix beamed at me and laughed: "Zat is so correct, oui monsieur?"
I nodded grimly: "Oui, maitresse."
The dominatrix then turned to Paula. "Madame Pain, since you were ze first to answer, per'aps you'd like to apply ze parachute to 'is naughty balls, oui?"
Paula indicated she most certainly would, by almost sprinting up to where I stood helpless to resist her attentions. She was ravishing in a black metallic looking bra and bikini brief set, which outlined her small but firm breasts and her delicious little butt. At 36-year-old the blue-eyed blonde was one of my wife's most desirable lady friends – I'd had the hots for her since our marriage.
As Paula arrived, Maitresse Yvette handed her a red rubber parachute, with two long cords dangling from its bottom end. Paula took the implement and tugged on the wider opening at the top of the parachute and placed it gently over my tautened scrotal sac.
Then, with what was far too much relish for my liking, she let go of the rubber with a snap and allowed its cruel grip to envelope my ball bag. The myriads of tiny little prickle ends immediately began to assault my poor nuts.
But my humiliation was not over. As digital cameras recorded my discomfort, Maitresse Yvette instructed Paula: "And now tie ze ends of ze cords to the 'ook in the middle of 'is spreader bar, madame!"
Paula took the ends of the twin cords and looped them through the metal hook in the bar below me and tied them tight, having the effect of tightening the parachute's painful grip around my scrotum. As she straightened up from this task, the blonde minx planted a slow, sucking kiss on my cock head, before resuming her seat to the cheers of her five fellow members of the audience.
"Merci, madame," said the mistress of ceremonies, who then took my erection in her hand and asked the assembly: "And now we are slowly punishing 'is balls, so eet's time to move on to – where, ladeez?"
Hands again flew in the air and this time Maitresse Yvette chose Mrs Armitage, the dark-haired little woman with large breasts and a wicked smile: "Oui, Madame Armitage?"
My wife's golfing partner grinned at me: "His cock, maitresse."
Maitresse Yvette nodded: "Exactement, madame. Marie, fetch me ze penis punisher, zank you."
Marie handed the big busted domina a little leather strop, some six inches long, with a split end which augured agony for the recipient of its attentions. She traced the leather instrument across my face, over my cheeks and then onto my lips.
"Your penis 'as been naughty, as'n't it, you naughty boy?" she taunted me.
"Yes, maitresse," I replied, obediently.
"And what 'appens to penises of naughty boys?" she continued, dragging out her teasing.
