Companion For A Femdom Ch 10

The cock-cage was to have far-reaching effects for Isabella, myself and the girls. It is an undeniable fact that I love going down on every one of them, particularly Isabella; my owner. I am content to be her submissive slave. So I accepted the cock cage without complaint, If that means being humiliated by wearing a cock cage, so be it. I can still enjoy the taste of my mistress's pussy. But regrettably, they are all denied the sensation of my cock in their pussy's. But if I am to continue to be Isabella's slave, I must do as I am told.

My mistresses enjoy my tongue, but they also need my cock inside their lovely wet Pussy's! The lack of this was causing sullen attitudes, sulkiness and childish arguments. Worse, the lack of a good fuck was making Isabella bad-tempered, we all suffered because of that; me more than the girls.

To keep me hard, erect and in pain. Isabella ensured I had twenty per cent PPP in my system 24/7. An eight-inch cock in a seven-and-a-half-inch cock cage guarantees pain for the wearer. Add to that a mistress using my tongue 24/7, and you have a policy which ensures a painful erection 24/7, four disgruntled femdoms, and one very angry Senior Femdom.

On arrival in California, I got partial relief through swimming. I needed physical exercise, which in turn caused my erection and the associated pain to recede, if only for a short time. But as soon as I was out of the water, Isabella ensured either she or one of the girls was on top of me, with her pussy in my mouth, and the painful erection would return.

Four hours later, we landed on The Island. Primrose and Susan received their final aircraft punishment of ten hard spanks, both of which cried pitifully. Their punishment was now over, but Tony's had only just begun.

Tony remained, handcuffed and blindfolded, and none too gently, he was taken to the aircraft exit point. He was made to stand some distance from the aircraft in the full tropical sun, bare-footed on the burning hot sand. His ass was red raw and bruised from his aircraft punishment, already a broken man. In preparation for his ten-mile run in the tropical sunshine, he would have to carry a rucksack containing a substantial load of stones to make his run as uncomfortable as possible.

His four-man Stage Three prison escort arrived in a car. The stage two prison escorts arrived just inside the ninety-minute time limit set for their run to the landing strip. They had been allowed one hundred minutes for the return run, but Tony was unfit, sore, and unlikely to be fit enough to keep within that limit. Failure of the Stage two escorts to get him back would mean reversion to stage one punishment, and for Tony, a severe beating on his torso, ass and legs.

When the paperwork for the handover was completed. The four-man escort in the car drove back to the prison to await the two-man escort and prisoner; stopwatch on, Tony started his agonising ten-mile run. His blindfold had been removed, but he was still handcuffed, already weak from his punishment on the aircraft, his heavy load, and expected to run on the cobble path in bare feet, the one hundred minutes allowed for the ten-mile run, did not look like he would make it. His Stage two escorts ran beside him, frequently applying their whippy canes. They had as much reason to keep within that time limit, as Tony. So as soon as the car was out of sight, Tony was allowed to run on the flat surface, and his heavy pack shared to speed things up.

When ready, the remainder of us boarded a bus and were taken to the hospital. We were given a full medical examination, which included an STI check. We were also tattooed (only prisoners were branded) with our Island I.D. on the left cheek of our ass and below the left breast. Male slaves were to have a vasectomy. Isabella and Annette were to carry out these as their first practical duty on the following day.

The senior Medical Officer was Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov. She was about my age and wore a much brighter red mini skirt than the mini skirt Isabella wore. On The Island, femdoms were ranked according to the colour of their mini-skirt. The lighter the colour, the higher the rank. Owner Senior femdoms wore white. Annika's bright red mini skirt indicated she was a senior to Isabella. The mini skirt design was universal. A split up to the waist, and held by a simple 'C' clip at the waist. The split in the skirt exposed the full length of the owner's leg and a glimpse of her buttocks. Annika was a natural blonde of Nordic stock. She had strikingly blue eyes which also suggested Eastern or Northern European origin. She was not beautiful, but she was glamorous and possessed a superb body. She was and looked cruel. The only time she smiled, was when treating a patient in pain. She was glamorous in that she kept herself fit, as everyone seemed to be in our new life.

Annika was a strict, no-nonsense Russian surgeon from Western Russia. Her bedside manner was appalling, but her knowledge of medical matters was encyclopedic; surgical were of the highest standard, and her command of English was excellent.

' Looking at me, she grabbed me by my cock cage and asked;

'Who is your owner slave?'

'Mistress Isabella Madam.' I replied. She slapped my face.

'You address me as Senior Mistress Annika, slave. If you forget, I shall take pleasure in replacing your current cock cage with a much smaller version.'

'What has this slave done to deserve cock-cage punishment?'

'He wanted to fuck without my permission Senior Mistress Annika.' Said Isabella.

'Of course, he did! He seems like a healthy Inferior; the kind I like to fuck. Did you let him fuck?'

'Certainly not Senior Mistress Annika.'

'I would like him in my bed when you have finished punishing him. I shall carry out his STI check, vasectomy, and tattoos personally. I shall do that immediately after Senior Femdom Owners have interviewed him. Kindly return him here with the key to his cock cage then. I shall do his vasectomy after breakfast. I shall then replace his cock cage and return him to you. After the procedure, he will not be allowed to do early morning exercise or have any sex, other than giving oral satisfaction to you and your slaves for seven days. Is that understood?'

'Certainly Senior Mistress Annika.'

She looked towards Colin and Alan;

'I'll do those two fucking cry babies now. No anaesthetics, and they'll be branded not tattooed. But earplugs for me I think!' Colin and Alan were crying and huddled together in a corner, scared to death at the thought of STI checks, vasectomy and now they were to be branded by this veritable Virago.

'Certainly Senior Mistress Annika' Said Isabella, glaring at me, she grabbed me by my cock cage and led me away.

We were then taken for an interview by the Senior Femdom Owners. We were told to address them as 'Madam'. I had expected them to be dressed in white mini-skirts. I was wrong on two counts; firstly we were to be met by only one Senior Femdom Owner, she introduced herself as Madam Harriet Harper. Like everyone else in this building, she preferred the freedom of being completely naked!

We were all taken to a beautiful building with a large veranda overlooking a massive swimming complex, around which naked slaves hovered around equally naked sun worshippers, some of whom were engaged in various sexual activities with slaves of both genders, who seemed happy to be engaged in whatever sexual perversion was required of them.

We were led to a waiting room by two spectacular ladies of African descent. Both magnificent ladies were at least six foot six inches tall and, like everyone we had met so far, Perfectly proportioned in every way, without an ounce of spare fat on either of them. Both are naked and proud to show off their magnificent bodies. Naked that is, except for the high heels they wore to emphasise their already impressive height.

'My name is Agiatou. The name means Alive.' Said the slightly taller girl. Her voice was deep, incredibly alluring; and just the sound of her voice causing my cock to swell inside my cock cage. We belong to the Dinka tribe. My friend is called Amahle. The name means The Beautiful One. '

I learned the Dinka tribe was one of the tallest tribes in Africa. Their Great-grandfathers had fought against the British at Rorkes Drift in 1879. It was alleged that the warriors at the time, could run all day and fight a battle at the end of it. I believe that was probably true. On several occasions in the future we often went for long distant runs, ten miles or more; neither lady experienced any trouble in keeping up with me, though I usually carried six house bricks in my haversack.

In recent history, the Dinka tribe has been engaged in a civil war. Most of their village had been killed. The only survivors were those who would fetch a good price at a slave auction. Attractive females, including Agiatou and Amahle, were guaranteed to fetch a good price.

Luckily for them, at the slave auctions, Agiatou and Amahle were purchased by Harriet Harper, one of the Senior Femdom Owners. That meant they were still slaves, but being owned by Harriet meant they were living a life which suited them anyway. But both girls were more than content with the way things had panned out for them. Harriet looked after them, they had their pick of male and female bedmates, and they were well-fed and certainly not overworked. Being a slave in this environment was a pleasure rather than the purgatory of an Arabian harem or similar. Yes, technically speaking they were not free. But on the other hand, neither was I, and I was happy being a slave who was owned by Isabella, as Agiatou and Amahle were slaves being owned by Harriet.

'If either of us can do anything for you while you are waiting,' said Agiatou, ' And I do mean anything, please do not hesitate to ask. She glanced at the rigid male organs standing proudly to attention in front of her. Her hand brushed my cock-cage, lingered for a brief instant, she whispered in my ear;

'One day, I would like this inside of me, maybe today perhaps?' Those smouldering dark eyes looked knowingly into mine. I circled my lips with my tongue, she did the same a gave my balls a gentle squeeze. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell, but not as fast as my pulse rate was rising. Women of colour don't normally turn me on like a Caucasian woman does. I'm not prejudiced, I simply prefer women of my kind. But there is an exception to every rule, and on this occasion, I knew, very shortly, I knew I would be willingly breaking that rule.

'Find the key soon Agiatou! Please find the key soon!' I quietly replied

Delboy stepped forward and asked hopefully, 'Will I do?'

'No you fucking well won't do!' Said an angry Honeysuckle. She reached between his legs, and grabbed his cock, she said, 'I need another piss. Get your head between my thighs and start licking, sucking and drinking. You belong to me now boy. You are my toilet.'

'You're fucking welcome to him said Susan, Delboy's ex-femdom.'

Just then Amahle responded to a message received on her headset.

'Certainly, Senior Mistress Harriet, I shall ask them to come straight in.'

Turning to Isabella she said;

'Senior Mistress Harriett will see you and your people now Isabella. Please follow me.'

Agiatou's led the way. Her spectacular, muscular, perfectly formed ass's swayed majestically from side to side as she progressed majestically down the corridor. I couldn't help fantasizing what a treat it would be to have that ass sitting on my face. More important -- how and when? She smiled and winked at me as I followed her and my five femdom owners, and the remainder of our party into the magnificent room overlooking the swimming complex.

On the left-hand side of this magnificent room, there was just one doorway leading to a bathroom with luxury en suite facilities.

On the right-hand side, there was just one door. This led to a magnificent workshop with views of beautiful landscaped gardens. Beyond the landscaped gardens was a beautiful beach, and a natural sheltered harbour, where several yachts and luxury cruisers moored alongside. In the far distance, perhaps three miles out, small tropical islands graced the shoreline. I could just make out the odd hut raised on stilts against the inviting sandy beaches with waving palm trees.

'Welcome to my humble abode.' Said the handsome lady, whom I assumed to be in her early fifties stood before us, and like everyone else in this building, except my femdoms, she was naked.

'My name, as you know is Harriet. I'm afraid it's 'Madam' at the Weekly Planning Meetings and during working hours which are from eight-thirty until one. I'm expected to be properly dressed on those occasions. White mini skirt, bra, stockings, high-heels, and all that crap. I fucking hate it. Being naked is much more to my liking, and to most of us on the Island; naked, free and happy; that's how I like my slaves to be as well. You only have to look at Agiatou and Amahle to see they are happy, and that is the way I want you all to be -- happy! Both of those girls are red mini-skirt girls, but they don't wear their uniform except during working hours, and even then, if they can get away with it, they'll work naked.'

Turning to my femdoms she said, 'Feel free to strip if you want, or not if that's what you would prefer. On afternoons and weekends when not working, very few of us bother with clothes. Look at that load of sex-mad fools down there.' She indicated the swimming complex below the balcony. All, quite obviously having a very good time.

'Of course, there are those who like to be correctly dressed, regardless of the time of day; people like 'Herr Commandant,' Senior femdom Annika Kuznetzov and female slaves. I believe you have already met 'Herr Commandant' George? I received a WhatsApp from her about five minutes ago. I see she already has her claws into you George. I hope you don't mind being tied down and fucked in every orifice, by Annika and her trainee sadists George. Because I'm afraid that is what will happen when she gets hold of you! ' She looked at my cock cage and asked.

'What did you do to deserve that George?'

'I was comforting Jennifer, one of our junior femdoms after her beating by Tony. The man you sent to prison. She was hurt and sobbing pitiably, Jennifers breast was unconsciously bouncing on my cock, which gave me an erection. This annoyed Isabella, and led to my punishment.'

'Mmmmmm. I see. I would like you to go with Agiatou and Amahle.? She winked at Agiatou, and wielding a pair of scissors, gave a cutting signal that Isabella could not see. 'They will show you around your future place of work. Agiatou and Amahle, are quite senior femdoms. I know there is a considerable difference in your ranks, technically, the lowest female slave is superior to you. But I think all three of you are sensible enough to overlook Island rules. You will be working together after all. These girls are to be your assistants, but in company, they'll be your superiors. They don't give a damn about rank or the female being superior to the male, they are much more interested in enjoying a healthy male cock inside their lovely pussies, Or placing a double-ended vibrator to good use when they haven't got a man in their bed!' That caused a laugh, not only from us but from Agiatou and Amahle as well,

'You will find both girls are highly intelligent. They like nothing better than mastering a complex computer programme when they're not satisfying their insatiable sexual appetites They have studied your plans for Radio Controlled chastity belts. They know a fair bit about the railway I want you to design and build. I want you to bounce ideas off of each other. You will find they are not only remarkably intelligent but excellent mathematicians, So I thought the three of you would be well suited working together. I hope I am right. They are also qualified helicopter pilots. Use, and employ these girls as you will. Day or night you will find they are eager to work with you.'

She smiled a secretive smile and gave me a gentle nudge. Agiatou who was listening gave me a big smile and a knowing wink, Agiatou on one arm, and Amahle on the other, they gave me a quick tour of the workshop where we would be working together, I was impressed with the equipment already supplied, and soon came to the conclusion that it was much more advanced than the equipment I was bringing to the party.

Almost immediately, Agiatou produced a pair of bolt cutters. My cock cage was removed, and Harriet had taken the remainder of my party on a tour of the building.

As soon as the way was clear, these two lovely girls led me to the large bedroom. In the centre of the room was a ten x ten-foot bed. The bedroom enjoyed the same view as the workshop. of nowhere,

The two girls joined me on the bed, one on either side of me, and massaged my sore cock. Their young, warm, and strong firm bodies close to mine, firm warm breasts pressing into my chest, one hand from each girl teasing, and playing with my cock and balls.

'I think Isabella is going to be a tad cross girls, I shall be wearing that fucking cock cage for a lot long time.'

'I thought you were supposed to be fucking intelligent George! Work things out. Right now Harriet will be chatting with Isabella and your femdoms, to find out exactly what happened on that aeroplane. Isabella is going to look a bit foolish, as Harriet will make things crystal clear for her during the next hour or two. I can promise you that.'

'Consider this: your girls are being denied their share of this lovely piece of white cock. Not as good as a Dinka Warrior cock of course, but right now they are pissed off. Your tongue in their pussy is good. But a tongue can't reach as far inside their pussy's as a cock can. They know you're going to be raped by Herr Frozen tits tonight, and you'll have a vasectomy tomorrow, that means more cock denial for about a week or more before even get a chance of feeling your pork sword. Those four girls are sullen and sulky now. Isabella is going going to have to live with that, and probably be denied their tongues in her pussy. Do you honestly think she will even consider putting that fucking cock cage back on you? Get fucking real George. Now get your mouth and tongue down on Agiatou, and I'll see if a white man's cock is as half as good as a Dinka warrior's cock. One last thing, how long do you reckon your PPP will last?'

I could hardly speak, I was so close, but also knew the PPP would not allow me to ejaculate for some time ' Maybe an hour,' I managed to mumble, ' But I wanna taste Agiatou. I need to find out if black pussy tastes any different from white pussy'.

'It's better George, much better, black pussy the best in the world. Now you enjoy it! Get that tongue working. Climb inside my pussy and lick it out. And ease this nine-inch vibrator up my ass while you're looking after the front entrance.' She reached under the bed for the vibrator. Amahle handed me a similar vibrator to be used on her. '

Agiatou was delicious! Her first orgasm took about thirty seconds, so we didn't count that, but she did give me a full mouthful of her lovely white juices. She didn't taste any different from Isabella. But there was a lot more of it, much than I could swallow. The excess wasn't wasted, it was plastered all over my face and chest. Her aroma, was strong, feminine and very alluring, in a primitive African way.

Amahle teased my cock, keeping me on the edge of ejaculation for what seemed like hours, like Isabella, Amahle could squeeze and suck my cock deep inside her pussy, hold it, then expel my cock in a way that was pure ecstasy, and drove me crazy with desire.

Agiatou sitting on my face, and Amahle had taken possession of my cock. I was held beneath them, content to be owned and controlled by two highly intelligent, and beautiful ladies who were enjoying me as much as I was enjoying them.