It was about two hours before punishment time. Isabella had removed her mini-skirt and was sitting on my chest. Her lovely legs astride my face, her pussy on my mouth. She had slipped a fifty per cent PPP into her vagina. That was her preferred method of PPP delivery. I certainly did not object to her 'preferred method'.
The pill barely had time to dissolve before I was enjoying the taste of her. Her gentle moaning reassured me my tongue was doing a good job. She fucked my face slowly. She needed to enjoy my attention, as my owner, I would be failing in my duties as her slave, if I did not please. That hard little pebble that was her clitoris, seemed to come alive as I licked and flicked, and held that precious part of her in my mouth, sucking every drop of her delicious love juices from her love tunnel. If twenty-five spanks on my naked ass were the price I had to pay for a single lick, I would willingly pay the price. I loved being her property. We were made for each other. The others were welcome, their kinky desires were a pleasant diversion. But the owner-slave relationship Isabella and I enjoyed was the icing on the cake.
'Fingers up my ass George, don't forget your fingers up my ass.' She loved an anal massage, and if that meant her shit on my fingers, so what? It was, after all, Isabella's shit.
I obliged. I was my mistress's property and her plaything. After her first orgasm, she emptied her bladder on my face, I enjoyed that as well. The PPP was beginning to take effect. I knew I could not have an orgasm until the effects of the PPP began to wear off. The frustration holding that explosion waiting to erupt from my balls must not happen until after the public spanking, and my Mistress would then take over total control. Under her supervision, my owner would allow a spectacular orgasm.
'Look on this as cock enhancement training George. That's effectively what the next hour or so is going to be -- a cock teasing exercise, with the additional pleasure of having your femdoms smacking your ass.'
'Sexual denial with the addition of a touch of femdom sadism would be a more accurate description.' I replied, longing to feel the expulsion of my sperm shooting up through my urinal channel, and praying that fifty per cent PPP was sufficient.
Isabella allowed me to imbibe her love juices. Had time allowed, I think she might have enjoyed the effects of my eager tongue for a lot longer. But, with a final delicious squirt of urine into my eager mouth, smiling happily, she dismounted and clipped her miniskirt in place. It was time to be blindfolded, cuffed with my hands behind me, and my cock sticking out proudly at an angle of about forty-five degrees, resembling the flag mast on the side of any High Street building.
Holding my cock in one hand she kissed me before pulling the blindfold over my eyes, then fitted the spreader bar to my ankles, thus forcing me to walk with my feet three feet apart. Taking my cock in her mouth, she teased my urethral opening with the tip of her tongue.
'I'm looking forward, to having you completely helpless after smacking time Georgy-boy! She giggled like a schoolgirl and nearly choked as she caressed my cock and balls while greedily taking as much of my penis into her mouth as she could manage.
'Now I've got you nice and hard George, its a pity your escort has arrived, but it's time for the Owner femdoms and all those randy bitches out there who want to fuck you, and enjoy the spectacle of watching your ass turn a delicate shade of black and blue.'
Holding, and leading me by my cock with three femdoms on either side, she led the way. Mary followed behind with a whippy cane in one hand, she employed it to irritate my balls as I struggled where Isabella led. I was guided to the Entertainment area to the tune of 'Cabaret' echoing over the Tannoy system, and the cheering of the eager and sadistic crowd, who encouraged Mary to use her cane more aggressively.
As I stumbled towards my destination, the only other tune I recall, was the saucy sounds of 'The Stripper'. Having Isabella's hand gently wanking me was much more enjoyable than remembering which tunes came over the Tannoy.
On arrival at the punishment bar, I was told to step through the handcuffs, so that my hands were in front of me. They shackled my ankles to ring bolts in the concrete, three feet apart as Isabella had said they would. My cock and balls now hung low, free and vulnerable, I was missing Isabella's gentle touch while they secured my ankles and bade me bend over the steel bar. They wanted me in the shape of an inverted capital 'L'. I was told to hold my arms out in front of me. My unattended cock, eager for the touch of Isabella's hand, strained upwards at an angle of about forty-five degrees, desperately trying to fuck thin air.
My body bent over the steel bar, and hot from the tropical sun, arms stretched out before me, my wrists secured to a ringbolt on the vertical post in front of me. They pulled hard on the ropes securing me to the post. It was impossible to move.
One of the Owner Femdoms The Mistress of ceremonies, inspected me. She was called Senior Owner Charlotte. She was around seventy, being blindfolded, I couldn't see her of course, but I was told she was quite a looker for a woman of her age, and fit. Owner femdom Charlotte felt my cock, and painfully squeezed my rock-hard balls without speaking directly to me. Instead, she spoke to Isabella, someone far more important than a piece of property. She asked a lot bout me though, and primarily facts and figures concerning my vital statistics, particularly concerning the size and expectations of my cock and balls.
'It's Eight inches long and has a four-and-a-half-inch circumference.' Senior Owner Charlotte,.'I intend to personally supervise enhancement training, Senior Femdoms Agiatou and Amahle are looking forward to assisting me in this delightful task, and have ambitions towards providing a twelve-inch cock we can all enjoy.'
'We want our Inferiors to have at least nine-inch cocks, Isabella. This slave does have a lovely cock, big, strong, and very obviously keen to fuck. He shows every indication that it may be possible to convert this delightful eight-inch cock into a twelve-inch monster, See how he longs to fuck my hand when I release my hold of it. It's so amusing watching a slave topped up with PPP trying desperately to fuck thin air! Don't you agree? Would you have any objection if I attended your cock enhancement programme?'
'That would be an honour Senior Owner Charlotte.' Lied Isabella. I knew she would hate the idea of this lecherous woman fondling and teasing the cock of her slave. No doubt she would want to experience the feel of my cock inside that dried-up old pussy of hers.
'Good. Thank you so much darling girl, you have no idea how boring it can be sitting in my suite watching all you young people enjoying yourselves, frolicking naked in the swimming complex, and playing with your slave's lovely cocks, smacking them when they're naughty, rewarding them when they please. In the meantime, we must get on with his spanking. I'm looking forward to that, he's got such a lovely ass, I do hope you and your girls can make him regret fucking Agiatou and Amahle, and perhaps make his ass bleed a little.'
I was to be introduced to Owner Femdom Charlotte, and the other Owners on the following day. I was required to explain my inventions and what I could offer the Island community. When I thought about all the pain I had endured so far and the prospect of a virago such as Owner Femdom Charlotte having so much influence over me and my owner. Hopefully, her interest would be short-lived. I couldn't help but think about requesting a flight back to the UK along with all the wimps who had changed their mind about being a femdoms property. But with the soothing hand of Isabella, now gently rubbing my cock, I knew I wanted nothing more than to be owned by Isabella and her family of seven femdoms.
