Companion For A Femdom Ch 05

It was about five in the morning, as far as I could estimate. Still dark, the sun barely announcing the arrival of a new day, Wendy and Jennifer slept soundly in each other's arms, Wendy's face between Jennifer's breasts, Jennifer's protective left arm around Wendy's shapely young body, and Jennifer's right arm supporting Wendy's head nestling into her shoulder and breasts.

On the other half of the bed, I lay spread-eagled on my back. Isabella's left leg over mine. Still asleep, she had been holding my cock all night. My left arm supporting her head, I could reach the cheeks of her lovely ass, enjoying the dampness between the two cheeks of her bum. I gently fingered her anal opening while she slept. I was bursting for a piss, but unwilling to disturb the tranquillity of our intimate embrace. In particular her hand on my cock. I wanted her hand to remain there forever; caressing, teasing, and gently, perhaps even unconsciously, giving me a delicious hand job. Or at least I thought she was unconsciously giving me a hand job; she had opened her eyes and leaning closer, she whispered seductively in my ear;

'You can slip your fingers in there if you want George, I think I would enjoy an anal massage. I wouldn't object to your tongue approaching from the other side as well.' She said in a sleepy, mischievous way.

'You've got a deal darling girl, just don't stop what you're doing with your hand on my cock.'

I knew, if I had an ejaculation it would lead to a smacked ass if I orgasmed without permission, but it was so enjoyable, I was happy to accept the risk.

'Okay, but don't you dare cum Georgy boy! You've got an interview with Lady G today. She will not be pleased if you can't muster a least one eggcup full of Jizz when she gets her hands on you.'

'You mean I have to fuck you, Jen and Wendy without cumming?' I asked incredulously.

'You have to learn denial George. Now is as good a time as any to start learning. |Otherwise the welts you currently have on your ass will be nothing in comparison to what I will deliver darling. If necessary, I'll make you wear a cock-cage! Now get down there and start using that tongue of yours for its primary purpose in life, and cure my itch.'

'I inserted two fingers into her tight ass. I gently massage her Skene gland; her equivalent of the male prostate. I endeavoured to reach the same part with my tongue via her pussy. But had to be satisfied nibbling away at her clitoris, flicking that with my tongue, seems to produce the same effect, because it isn't long before my mouth is filled with her delicious love juices and she will pee in my mouth, face and mouth held close until she has emptied her bladder.

How I love the taste of everything she gives so freely from that orifice. I love the way she moans when my tongue comes into contact with her G-spot. When that happens, I know it won't be long before that body-warm, white, creamy, delicious treat flows, followed closely by her golden nectar to wash it all down. She holds my head in place, allowing nothing to spill onto the bedclothes, as she pisses into my mouth. I always feel she is reasserting her ownership when she does that with me. I do so enjoy being her property. At the same time, her hand gently milking the shaft of my cock, but without the orgasm-delaying benefits of PPP, the result is, unfortunately for my ass - so predictable. She delays my climax by teasing me to enhance my satisfaction. But a fantastic eruption, completely emptying my balls is always the same satisfying result. She will then suck, swallow and enjoy my life-giving seed.

'Can we smack his ass Isabella?' Asked an eager Jennifer, now wide awake, sitting cross-legged beside her equally wide away lover. They are masturbating each other, watching us enjoying each other's bodily fluids.

'Yes. I think that would probably be most appropriate.' Said Isabella. 'Take his ankles and wrists, and tie him to the bed, with his ass pointing upwards. I can then carry on sitting on his face, and enjoy the taste of his cock, while you two ladies can enjoy giving him a good hard slap every thirty seconds.'

They eagerly carried out Isabella's instructions, exposing my already badly bruised ass for today's punishment for cumming without permission.

When tied in this most undignified position, ass exposed, a pillow beneath my ass to raise it a little, Isabella covered my mouth with her delicious pussy, and began sucking and fondling my cock and balls. The spanking then started. The two giggling young women, naked and beautiful. One on either side of me, delivering a hard smack every thirty seconds. The love juices from their vaginas, wet and slimy dribbling down their inner thighs. French-kissing and fondling each other's breasts, they teased nipples each other in the intervals between smacks.

I enjoyed being smacked by these beautiful creatures. I cannot explain it, but the painful slaps were enjoyable. For them and me, it was a beautiful sensual experience. I suppose that is part of my submissive makeup; humiliation by three members of the superior gender is just another kink in my makeup. Isabella was my owner. The other two respected colleagues, also enjoying the fact they were enhancing their owner's kinky sexual desires.

Unable to thank Jennifer and Wendy for the spanking while it was happening, I thanked them when Isabella had been satisfied. I offered to lick both girls clean and bring them to an orgasm if that had not already been achieved. Their wet inner thighs were proof that they had both orgasmed before and during the spanking, but were more than happy to accept my invitation to lick their inner thighs and pussy's clean.

Isabella watched as I licked and sucked both girls. They lay on their backs with legs resting on my shoulders as I carried out this enjoyable task. I knelt between their legs. Isabella administered additional punishment to my already very sore ass, every thirty seconds until the girls were satisfied.

They decided, that when time permitted, in future, whenever I climaxed without permission, this would be standard procedure. At least six ass smacks from all ladies present, more if female orgasm was delayed.

'Let me have a look at your ass George. I'm concerned this spanking might have gone a bit too far.' Said Isabella.

I bent over. My ass facing her. Naturally, she reached between my legs and took the opportunity to fondle my cock and balls, but came to the conclusion that although my ass was black and blue from the beatings, and the welts from the wet batten spanking were tender, the damage to my ass from the spanking was not sufficient to excuse me from early morning exercise when the time came. But, I was warned, if I could not learn to exercise more self-control regarding ejaculation when pleasing herself and her girls, a sore ass would become a common occurrence.

'Okay, boys and girls, honour is now satisfied, George has had his wicked way, and he's been punished for cumming without permission. We girls have enjoyed his tongue and enjoyed exacting punishment. It's time for a shower, a pussy shampoo for me and Jennifer. Sorry Wendy, but as you shave down there - you lose out.

George, can dry and brush my hair after my shower, and paint my nails with bright red nail varnish. You girls can prepare one of those limey-type English breakfasts. When we've eaten, you girls can have your hair and nails done. George can help us girls dress, and after we've done the washing up, and packed our gear in my car and George's Motor Home, we'll be on our way. Okay?'

'What will George wear Isabella?' Asked Wendy.

'Nothing! He's an Inferior for fucks sake! George travels and works naked. He's my sub, Wendy. He doesn't need clothes. Besides, if he did dress, as sure as eggs are eggs, Lady G would find out through traffic surveillance cams, or Facetime video. Don't forget, she's almost certain to call us. Also, do not forget she's a High Court Judge. She has access to surveillance cams, and probably much more. If she finds I've allowed George to wear clothes, I shall be getting a sore ass.

'What about when we drop off the keys at the Estate Agent?'

'Why the fuck would he need clothes to drop the keys off? He'll be handing the keys to a lady who visits Finnimore for the monthly valuation. None of their men will go naked visiting Finnimore, so it has to be a female. So George will just walk into their High Street Office, and hand over his house keys to a certain Miss Mary Luckins. She's a stuck-up bitch who speaks with a posh limey accent. All George needs to do, is hand her the keys, agree on the sale price, pick up his receipt, and we can hit the road. What can be simpler?'

'Three questions Isabella,' said Jennifer, 'First, what is a Pussy Shampoo? Why a monthly valuation? And would it not be a good idea to take George's bed with us? You say you only have two beds in your bungalow or flat, his bed is six feet wide, has adequate restraints, and is very comfortable. After all. It ain't going to fetch much at auction, best we use it surely?'

'Good point about the bed Jen. What about it George, any objections to us taking the bed?' To Jennifer -- 'I'll explain about the monthly valuation when I explain our monthly payment, it's complicated, but works to our advantage.'

'Of course you can have the bed Isabella,' says I, ' take all the linen as well. It's a sod to find linen that fits that bed. Take anything else we can use a Finnimore as well. I shall be taking all my electronics stuff, 3D printing equipment, computers and so forth, in the hope I can use it at Finnimore.'

'Thank you, you darling man. I do believe you and I are destined to become a long-standing item. And I hope these two girls feel the same. Don't think that just because we enjoy a good smacking we don't like you. It's a kinky trend many femdoms seem to have -- just by the way, I noticed you didn't seem to lose your erection when you were being smacked. I could swear it got bigger. '

She threw her arms around me and kissed me. Her lovely warm naked breasts pressed against my chest caused an almost instant erection against her lovely flat tummy, as I returned her affectionate embrace, and gave her nice round bum a pinch. She didn't slap my face, as I thought she might.

'Enough of this Georgy boy, no more fucking until after the Lady G interview. Plenty of time for this later. Holding my semi-erection, she kissed me affectionately, then lay down on the bed, legs open wide to receive her Pussy Shampoo.

'Watch and learn girls, George is going to make my pussy more beautiful than it is already. Ain't that right Georgy Boy?' I kissed her pussy, giving her clit a quick lick as I did so.

With a bowl of warm, soapy water, I first gave her hairy bush a complete wash to help soften the strong pubic hair. Several applications of shampoo were needed before I was happy to proceed with drying and shaping those lovely pubes.

When I was satisfied with the pliability of her pubic bush. I asked her to slip on a thong. Then, using my nail clippers, I snipped away at all hair visible outside the thong. I then gave all exposed areas surrounding a close shave.

I then removed the thong. Using a hairdryer and a small comb, I shaped her pubes into a heart shape, leaving the lips of her vulva exposed. Effectively, this seemed to invite the visitation of a tongue, or perhaps a penis to be invited in, and explore the warm enclosure behind those pussy lips.

To finish, I sprayed the heart-shaped bush with a rose-scented hair lacquer which held my creation in place. I gave my handiwork a quick kiss before handing Isabella a hand mirror to view my work.

'I like it, George. You are a treasure. Don't you agree Girls?'

Both girls viewed Isabella's pussy shampoo and agreed. Wendy vowed she would no longer shave her pussy, and looked forward to the day when I could give her similar treatment.

Jennifer and Wendy, went off to prepare breakfast, I spent the next twenty minutes standing behind Isabella, as she sat on the bedroom stool, allowing me to brush her lovely, waist-length heavy blonde hair until it shone in the early morning sunlight. By standing behind her, I could enjoy that lovely hair caressing my cock and balls as it cascaded over and around my erect manhood. I then applied the same rose-scented hairspray to her hair, as I had used on her pubic bush. She looked and smelled delicious, and she knew it.

'Thank you so much George. She held my fully erect manhood in one hand and cupping my balls in the other, she kissed my penis, and said;

'You enjoy brushing my hair don't you? I felt your cock poking me in the back as you brushed my hair, and heard you breathing rather heavily, and you didn't seem to mind me smacking your ass did you George?.'

Still holding my cock and balls in her hands she said,

'Should I keep this in a cock-cage George? You do not appear to object to being spanked, I will spank you again. Would you like me to do that? No! I don't think I will cage it, it's giving us all far too much fun to be kept in a cage. But I shall always spank you when I feel the urge to do so, and I shall always want you to brush my hair.'

My cock grew a little larger, and she smiled knowingly and licked the pre-cum juices from the end of my cock as she looked into my eyes. Neither of us spoke. But we both knew it would not have taken much to bring on another 'illegal orgasm'.

Hair dried, pussy shampoo complete. She decided to remain naked while I painted her toenails and fingernails.

I was instructed to sit on the floor with my legs apart. She teased my cock and balls with her feet, while I painted her fingernails with great difficulty. Her now very wet pussy was in full view, about eighteen inches from my face. How I longed to lick and kiss it.

Somehow I managed to paint the nails of each finger without spilling the nail varnish. All the time my cock and balls were being teased by those lovely feet. Eventually, I finished her fingernails and took one of her feet in my hands. I massaged and licked the whole foot with its slightly cheesy aroma. Even though I had washed it already in the shower. I then took each toe individually and sucked and licked her entire foot spotlessly clean. When I had done this, I applied the bright red nail varnish to each toenail, and repeated the procedure on the second foot, again ensuring each toe was sucked clean before applying the nail varnish.

Both feet were now spotless, resting her legs on my shoulders while the nail varnish had a chance to dry, I could enjoy an uninterrupted view of her lovely pussy. She opened her legs a little wider.

'Enjoy the view George, but you're not going to be allowed to touch until after your interview, but you can enjoy the view while you shave my legs.'

Her legs did not need shaving. They were already as smooth as a baby's bottom. But I wasn't going to allow this opportunity to pass. It was so enjoyable rubbing soapy lather on those lovely long legs. Even if they didn't need shaving I was going to shave them anyway. It gave me another excuse to kiss and lick her inner thighs; even if I was not allowed to taste her womanly odour, I could at least smell and admire that pretty vagina with its heart-shaped pubic mound, Her wet pussy just crying out for the attention of my lips and tongue. Her natural womanly aroma joining forces with the rose-scented hair spray aroused a primaeval animal instinct in my loins; I was so tempted to lunge forward and plunge my tongue deep inside that tasty vaginal opening.

It was Wendy who ultimately stopped me from giving into temptation and getting another ass spanking.

'Breakfast is ready.' She announced. Wendy was wearing only a short apron over her otherwise totally nude, lithe young body.

In the space of thirty minutes, the two girls had produced a breakfast fit for a king. They had raided my freezer and found four fillet steaks. Two packs of eight large pork sausages in each.

In the larder and fridge, they had found bread, baked beans, eggs, mushrooms, bacon, marmalade and butter. They had prepared fried bread, toast, and two fried eggs each, and they had grilled the steaks and other meats to perfection.

Four places were laid at the table.

The four of us sat, naked and happy in each other's company. Every scrap of food those two lovely girls had prepared, was soon demolished. Jennifer had called me a greedy pig and squeezed my balls making me yelp to the amusement of all when I stole a mushroom from her plate and dipped it in her unbroken egg yoke.

'That was fantastic girls, how did you manage to find, prepare and do all that in just thirty minutes?' Asked an amazed Isabella.

'At Uni. The four of us just seemed to 'click' and learn from each other. Every weekend after homework, we would read up and prepare a meal for Sunday. We drank homemade wine. After a bottle or two of that, we usually had some kind of sex orgy or kinky game of some sort between the four of us. We never wore clothes on Sunday, in the flat. A favourite game was to blindfold each other, then after moving about, without speaking, whoever had drawn a short straw, had to go down on the first girl she could find in the room. The girl receiving tongue would have to guess who had brought her off, if she guessed wrong, she would have to go down on the other three.

We couldn't afford to go out. We had to make our fun. And that is exactly what we did!' Said Jennifer.

'Well, you did a fantastic job. Thank you very much, girls.' Said Isabella. 'We'll be playing that and similar games at Finnimore soon. But in the meantime, we have work to do.'

'That's right Isabella, do you mind doing the washing up? Wendy and I are going to have our hair and nails done by George, Oh! And I nearly forgot, one pussy shampoo and two pair of leg shaves, and an all-over- massage for Wendy as she can't have a pussy shampoo!'

'Okay. But you might have to do my nails again George!'

'You should be alright if you wear the washing-up gloves Isabella, but if I have to so be it. I'll do your nails again when I help you on with your nylons.'

I gave the two girls the second most wanted thing on their list of 'wants;' my tongue. Jennifer demanded my cock hoping she could make me cum and have me spanked as revenge for the mushroom theft. I flatly refused. But I did give them my tongue. That would just have to do. I just didn't particularly want my ass smacked again, at least not yet.

I helped all three ladies dress. I ensured the seams of their stockings were straight, Jennifer and Isabella chose not to wear panties or a thong, they wanted to show off their pussy shampoo when they sat down at Finnimore. Wendy did wear a thong. All of them wore a white, figure-hugging almost transparent blouse, which exposed about two inches of lovely naked female midriff. The half-cup bras allowed a generous view of their breasts. An all-black, twelve-inch mini skirt with a split up to the waist, was held in place with the usual simple 'C' clip, easy to unclip, and only just covered the cheeks of their bums. Those ladies looked sexy! Four-inch heels completed the picture.

I was kept naked of course.

With everything loaded into the vehicles, It was time to hit the road. Isabella had decided the two girls could travel in the motor home, while I drove her car. This arrangement meant she could hold my cock, as was her right of ownership.