Companion For A Femdom Ch 06

None of the four women working at their desks at the Hollingswood and Wordsworth Estate Agents seemed at all surprised to see a naked, well-build man with a massive erection walk into their office and stand at Ms Mary Luckins's desk.

Ms Mary Luckin's was at the rear of the office, as befitted her position as Office Manager. When I arrived, she was on the phone, in conversation with another client. She did not invite me to sit.

She was on the phone for maybe five minutes. She sat in her chair, and we eyeballed each other, occasionally, she lowered her eyes to steal a quick look at my erect penis.

Eventually, she finished her telephone conversation. She went to a filing cabinet and returned with a thick file containing my name and address.

'I hope your house has been cleaned throughout Mr Billings, I have people interested in seeing it tomorrow.'

'It has been cleaned throughout. The price is £450,000. Please don't bother me the time-wasters. I won't drop my price.'

'I see. But we are legally bound to inform you of all offers. You will be moving to Finnimore House, as their Building Advisor?'

'Yes'

'In that case, I shall be seeing a lot of you, Mr Billings. Hollingswood and Wordsworth Estate Agents have a financial interest in Finnimore. We know you are well qualified to carry out the improvements on behalf of our Client, '

'So you've been checking up on me have you?'

'Yes. I apologise for that, but as a major investor, you must appreciate we have a responsibility to our shareholders, so yes. I'm afraid we have been doing our homework. I must admit we're impressed with what we have learned. We have one concern though. You have now had ample chance to get over your wife's demise. Have you stopped your excess use of alcohol, Mr Billings?

'What the fuck has my personal life got to do with you?'

'There is no need for bad language Mr Billings, you may or may not know it, but there are a lot of people, myself included, who are keen for you to succeed. However, I can see I have touched a raw nerve. For that, I apologise. If you would like to hand me your keys, I'll give you a receipt, and you can be on your way. Hopefully, when we next meet you will feel more inclined to discuss difficulties. Then, I hope you will feel you can talk to me. We do have a lot to discuss. Good Day, Mr Billings!'

I glared at her and slammed the keys down on her desk.

'Thank you, Mr Billings. Sign here please.' She continued to look at me, her eyes cast one last glance at my erect penis. Her female colleagues displayed complete indifference to our exchange, but it would have been difficult not to have noticed the tension between us.l

I snatched the printed receipt from her hand and left.

Back in the car, Isabella asked, 'How did you get on with the Miss Frosty Knickers?'

'She made a reference to chatting with me in the future. I just hope I'm not expected to give that bitch a length when she visits Finnimore. The poor bastard that has that job is likely to get frostbite on his cock..'

'Well, I have bad news for you Georgy Boy. Lady G and Frosty Knickers are big buddies. Lady G gives Frosty Knickers the run of the place for a weekend, as part of the deal on the monthly valuation.'

'Oh Fuck! That means I shall have to show the bitch around on every visit. I suppose that means giving her one as well? She couldn't keep her eyes off my cock.'

'Almost certainly yes. Georgy Boy. It seems you'll have to learn to fake an orgasm!'

We both laughed, I kissed her and looked forward to her cool hand on my cock, I didn't have to wait long.

'Any chance of an HJ Darling Girl?' Isabella punched me in the ribs. But at the same time started slowly massaging my cock, as I joined the motorway traffic.

I waved to Jennifer and Wendy following behind. I kept below sixty, to give them every chance to keep up. Jennifer flashed her headlights to acknowledge my wave. With Isabella's lovely cool hand pleasing my cock, Thoughts of Miss Luckins rapidly receded. I lay back to enjoy my sixty MPH Hand Job.

It was about an hour's drive to Finnimore House. I hoped to go straight to Isabella's flat where I would meet Angela and Annette. We would unpack in slow time, and hopefully, my Interview would be put off until tomorrow. But carefully laid plans invariably get fucked up by unwelcome events, and this was no exception. We had been driving for ten minutes or so. Isabella had a tissue ready, knowing I was close to cumming, and Lady G called. She wanted a FaceTime video chat. So much for my sixty MPH Hand Job!

'Hi, Isabella. How are you, dear girl? I'm so looking forward to meeting our new slaves. I've already met George of course, I wish I could have been harder on him in court. I believe the law should be much harder on Inferiors. Don't you dear? They deserve everything we girls can inflict on them. His Radio Controlled chastity belt, and the variations you've told me about sound most interesting. Particularly the possibility of giving a slave an electric shock in his bollocks -- what fun!. I'm looking forward to a demonstration this afternoon. There are about thirty of us waiting to see him giving electric shocks to the bollocks of a male slave, or up the ass of a female slave, perhaps both at the same time! What fun! I assume the voltage can be increased if they don't show enough discomfort?'

So she went on. Poor Isabella could not get a word in edgeways, let alone give her answers to most of her questions.

'We'll be arriving about One O'clock Georgina.' George will need time to get things set up tested and working.'

'Don't give me that crap Isabella. Let me speak to George, If you're arriving at one, I want him to be ready by three! Not a minute later! I'll make sure he has everything he needs. Your female slaves can unpack, and you and George must come straight to my office, and get things sorted straight away.

'I can then enjoy watching you piss over him for his initiation ceremony, I've added a bit of extra to the initiation, there will be thirty femdoms present. They've been told to drink a pint of water before the demonstration. They'll all need to piss and they can piss through a funnel into a gallon jar. George must keep that empty for the whole afternoon. He will NOT be allowed to piss of course, and I can give him him his punishment after the demonstration. He'll have to drink about thirty pints of piss! That will be fun, won't it? If he spews up, or pisses without permission, we'll punish him for that as well! Lots of fun!

You have brought that batten with you? The piece you used to raise those welts on his ass? I reckon I can have him in tears before the afternoon is out. When that happens, I shall piss on you both to welcome you. For now, I want you to point your iPhone at his cock, I want a quick look at that. Then I want to speak to him.'

'You won't make George cry, Georgina. You'll kill him before that happens. Please don't torture him. Please just let him do his demonstration, and do the initiation normally.. Don't even think about carrying out those terrible threats!'

'Do as I say, Isabella. Now let me see Georges's cock! You must give him a two hundred per cent dose of PPP, I want to see him wriggle and squirm.'

Isabella pointed her iPhone at my cock. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. There was nothing she could do.

'Oh, what a lovely cock, One of my girls has a little whip with pins stuck through it to ensure a big cock bleeds at every stroke. I shall borrow it. George can have a dose of that as well. Put your hand around his cock Isabella, I want to get some idea of the size of it.'

Isabella grasped the base of my cock in her fist, still looking me in the eye, she mouthed 'Sorry Georgy.'

'Yes. Not bad for an Inferior who has not yet had cock enlargement. Has he had a vasectomy?'

'Yes, but he will be given one of my double vasectomy. He has also agreed for me to fit a tracker device in his balls so that I know where he is 24/7'

'Interesting. No anaesthetics though! We can't waste money on Inferiors. No need for him to give permission Isabella -- just fucking do it, and I want to watch when you do. We could do that when I've finished cock whipping. That would be fun as well.'

Isabella was crying openly now. Tears flowed freely down her lovely face as she handed me the iPhone. I had pulled into a Motorway Service station to speak to Lady G. The girls had followed.

'Good Morning Madam Finnimore. I shall need some time to set things up. But first I have questions.'

'Fire away Slave. Now what do you want to ask?

'First, you say you are going to punish me, with the same piece of batten Isabella used when she caught me wearing clothes, also you plan on whipping my cock, and forcing me to drink about thirty pints of piss, etc., Do I understand correctly?'

'Yes! So what?'

'Then, I'm not going to work for you Lady G. That's FUCKING what!' Thank you for calling, you have saved me from making a big mistake. Furthermore, if Isabella and her girls choose to join me, and I hope they do. They are most welcome do to so '

'You can't do that Slave! I own you and Isabella and her girls. I have loans based on the proviso that you supervise the work. Without you, Isabella and her girls, the loans will almost certainly be withdrawn. I shall be ruined.

I handed the iPhone back to Isabella.

'Did you hear that Isabella? I think we shall be having a flogging as soon as you arrive!'

'I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO GEORGINA!' Said Isabella sarcastically, I am in agreement with George, and I'm pretty sure all my the girls will feel the same.'

Without waiting for a reply she turned the iPhone off.

We hugged, and held each other close, not speaking for a minute or two, and then Isabella said;

'It was the right decision, George! I've heard rumours. I kept quiet because I thought you and I could turn things around. But now I know she's gone around the bend. So not much choice. But what now?'

'First, you might like to finish what you started before Lady G rang?' I asked hopefully...

'NO! I'm not giving you a wank now George! I'm not in the mood! We'll have a cup of tea with Jen, Wen and the two A's, a bite to eat, and If the two A's want to join us we pick them up. If not, it's back to yours!

No HJ for George then! We disembarked from the Healey. We walked the short distance to the Motor Home, Isabella did hold my cock much during that short walk, much to the amusement of people in the car park. Some honked their horns, I waved, as Isabella led the way. The girls laughed as they watched us approach, but stopped laughing when they heard our news.

Jen and Wen were disappointed but agreed with my actions. Finnimore as we knew it, was finished.

The two A's confirmed our worst fears and told us many residents had already left, and more would soon be leaving. Only last night two Pleasure Palace slaves had been spread-eagled, and tied helplessly, as Lady G masturbated while watching a third slave flog the helpless slaves with the mini-whip she had intended to use on me.

Angela, one of the two A's, had patched up the young men and was waiting for Isabella's arrival to jointly decide whether or not to involve the local hospital or treat them personally. Hospital meant police involvement. So, both agreed the best course of action would be to treat them at mine.

We picked up the two A's, and their casualties, then headed back to mine, with another thirty-six wishing to come with us.

Angela and Annette, (the other 'A') insisted on bringing as much medical and PPP equipment as my Motor Home fleet of cars following could carry.

Isabella reminded me most of the slaves and femdoms would not have much luggage, Even the femdoms wouldn't have much more than their Saturday night 'Evening Dress', which consisted of a skimpy thong and a half-cup bra. The only other belongings would be their toiletries, and sometimes a change of underwear. So everything they owned would not amount to much more, Some femdoms owned only a single thong; male slaves went naked anyway, and that single thong would be kept clean in the mouth of a femdoms male slave. Forty people including were to be accommodated at mine. Mainly women, and we assumed more would follow.

Those known to be joining today were Angelina, the 'magic' accountant and her male slave. They had copied all Finnimore bank statements and letters onto a USB memory stick. This was copied, and both USB sticks were updated daily. These they kept hidden in their anal passages. Angelina and Michael, her slave, had been making plans for their departure, but preferred to join us, They had transferred every femdom and slave's outstanding credit into cash, and transferred the cash, plus what Angelina referred to as Severance into individual accounts. I chose not to enquire too deeply into the legality of the 'Severance' package.

There were also female chefs. They were two massive bisexual Nigerian ladies called Honeysuckle and Primrose. They owned two blatantly gay, very feminine white slaves who were inseparable. All four slept in the same bed, the slaves hated answering their owner's sexual needs, particularly when required to give oral. They had no interest in the female gender. Let alone their massive bisexual owners and their voracious sexual appetites. So the boys were frequently spanked (which they enjoyed) for the freedom to access each other when their owners permitted. It was an arrangement that seemed to suit all concerned.

Another group were six femdoms and two male slaves about the same size, age and build as myself. Like me, they had been Special Forces men, which meant I had a lot in common with these men. The three of us became close friends in the succeeding years. The six femdoms were content to share the two ex-Special Forces men, there were never any arguments, the ladies were bisexual as most of the femdoms at Finnimore were. So again, everyone was happy. It worked. It worked for Isabella, myself and her four bisexual female subs. Joy all around.

Then there was Susan and her eight male and female bisexual slaves. Everyone, male and female were 'Hard Nuts', They were or had been the bouncers and CCTV operatives in the Pleasure Palace. The prostitute slaves were well protected. There were only three beds in Susan's' flat. I often wondered who did what, when and to whom between those nine people, but I was never brave enough to ask.

Finally, there were nine slaves from the Pleasure Palace. Five girls, and four boys. Their only possessions were five thongs, nine toothbrushes and a single razor. They arrived with locked cock cages on the boys and crude chastity on the girls. Pleasure Palace slaves were usually kept like this 24/7, and fed PPP every evening before the Pleasure Palace opened. VIP's could hire a Pleasure Palace slave, by paying to have their padlock removed. The slave was there until six the next morning. Pleasure Palace slaves were credited with fifty per cent of takings from the VIP accounts.

My first act after picking my house keys from the Estate Agent was to remove those painful chastity belts, and cock cages with my bolt cutters.

So on arrival at mine, everyone had all the money owed to them. Everyone had a bank account, but no clothes, and they were all hungry. They had had nothing since seven this morning. It was now about half past four. They could not access their accounts, because they did not yet have a PIN or account details.

I gave Angelina two computers. Excellent manager that she was and still is, had that problem in hand, Her first job was to open a Post Office Box at my local Post Office. Everyone's mail was sent to the Post Office box. But it also meant it would be five working days before the information needed by all would arrive at the Post Office. Meanwhile, there were forty, mostly naked people staying at mine. They needed a meal. They had to be fed, watered and given somewhere to sleep. My house has four bedrooms, a double garage and a Summer House. It's a good job this was June and not January.

'So, now we have three 'A's. Four beds, two of them singles, and forty mouths to feed. ' Said Jennifer. It ain't half going to be crowded.''

'Good point Jen, Maybe, I should have taken up Lady G's offer. Because organising this funfair is going to be a fucking nightmare!'

Nobody responded. I refused to give up my bed and bedroom. That was the one selfish act I would not back down on. I would of course share it with Isabella and her four girls. We had an en suite as well.

The six femdoms and two ex-military guys crowded into the second bedroom with one double bed.

Angelina, her slave and the two cock-wounded patients bunked down in the fourth bedroom. To bunk down in a single bed in the fourth bedroom, Angelina and her slave on the floor. That was where my computers were and allowed Isabella and Annette easy access to their patients.

Susan and her thugs commandeered the Summer House, nobody was brave enough to argue against that.

Honeysuckle, Primrose and their slaves took over the third bedroom with one single bed. That wasn't the end of the world, except the gay boys had tantrums having to sleep in close proximity to their owners, Honeysuckle and Primrose caught a slave each by the ear, slapped their ass, and promised they wouldn't have to fuck or go down on them more than once if they stopped bleating. The gay boys agreed, but what they didn't see were the two, nine-inch big black vibrators Honeysuckle and Primrose had hidden in their room!

The nine remaining Palace Slaves, huddled together, not saying much, happy to be free of cock-cages and chastity belts, and crowded into one corner of the lounge. I made a mental note to somehow at least get them some mattresses tomorrow. But it was a bit late in the day to think about that today. To my mind, a hot meal was the priority for all.

The major problem facing us now was feeding my naked army. It was now five in the afternoon. Everyone would be in a better mood if they had full bellies.

I decided on takeaway meals I decided to delegate areas of responsibility as far as reasonably possible. This problem was delegated to Honeysuckle, Primrose and their two slaves.

I gave everybody something to do. And everybody turned to with a will, knowing there was a hot meal and a bit of a party at the end of it.

I had a four thousand pound credit limit on my credit card, so I told Honeysuckle and Primrose to be sensible, but there was no limit. I wanted to keep everyone on side, and this was the best way I could think of achieving that objective. We could sort out the money problems when the banks sent account details to Angelina's Post Office Box.

Every man would have at least six cans of beer or cider, more if he wanted it. The ladies had a bottle of wine each, plus a little extra of everything, and anything else they thought fit.

Honeysuckle and Primrose set to with a will, finding out what people wanted, and the two chefs ordered a mega delivery for seven O'clock.

Isabella, and her girls plus the Pleasure Palace slaves were put on the task of preparing my double garage as a dining room.

The 'carpenters' (ex-military men) were tasked with making tables and benches to seat forty-eight in the event of others arriving at the last minute. I had four trestle tables, and six sheets of 22mm MDF, which they could cut lengthwise to make makeshift tables, seats and benches. Their femdoms tore up sheets from the airing cupboard for tablecloths.

Angelina and Micheal were not given any specific job except to ensure that the patients were adequately fed and watered.

My Christmas Fairy lights were rigged inside and out of the garage, to offer a party atmosphere.

Susan and her thugs helped by clearing away furniture, and making the best use of the furniture we could use, They were also charged with sorting out any unpleasantness. No rough stuff, minimum force. Everybody would be a bit grumpy, but tonight at least we would enjoy ourselves, and tomorrow we would make plans.