Isabella, Mary, and all of my family stood at my bedside staring at my cock. It was almost time for my punishment, which was a bit of a joke for my femdom family. They were dressed for the occasion in their most enticing twelve-inch miniskirts, white blouses, and long legs clothed in expensive stockings, all ready for an afternoon's entertainment at my expense. None wore thongs. Their dislike of thongs arose from the fact, that the thin strap between their legs tended to cut, and irritate unless fastened firmly at the waist. If allowed to hang loose, it performed no useful function, so most preferred to leave them off and enjoy giving inferiors the chance to see that which most of them would never be allowed to touch, leaver alone touch, or taste. When they were caught looking, that gave any femdom an excuse to wield their whippy little canes which most carried, like a sword on their hips. It was mostly newly promoted femdoms who liked to punish an inferior male, the more experienced were usually more subtle.
After a quick inspection of my cock and the stitches, Isabella dismissed my family but asked them to return at a quarter to two, when it was time to escort me to the place of punishment. In the meantime, my owner wanted a bit of owner/slave private time.
Isabella, now confirmed as the Island's Senior Medical Officer. She wore the flaming red mini-skirt of a Senior femdom--the same shade worn by Mary, Agiatou, and Amahle. The skimpy material barely covered their shapely buttocks; being an inquisitive, inferior male myself, I found that aspect most interesting. They all knew and encouraged my interest at every available opportunity.
Every one of my femdoms had fantastic figures. Isabella in her early forties, was the oldest, but as fit as any of them. Perfectly formed, she could easily be mistaken for being in her twenties.
'Sorry George, but Owner femdoms have ordered you are to be blindfolded and humiliated. To be properly humiliated, you will need to have a full erection. Your bollocks should be squeezed throughout the punishment. Don't worry, the crowd will be sitting far enough away to only think I am squeezing your balls. I shall be holding your cock, and giving you a bit of light entertainment. I will have to give you enough PPP to keep you erect for an hour or two. I argued against squeezing your bollocks and tried to explain that we ran the risk of your vasectomy stitches breaking. Regrettably, I was overruled.
The spanking won't prove too much of a problem; The girls will be sensible about that, and I shall hold your cock throughout unless you do not what me to do that? '
'I hope you are joking Isabella. Of course I want you to hold my cock not only during punishment but whenever it's sensible to do that.'
'Only joking George, Only joking, She said, 'I shall hold be holding your cock at all times except when it is my turn to spank you, when one of the other girls will take over my duty. Is that okay with you?'
I indicated that it was.
'Knowing what a lecherous sod you are George, and the way your mind works, I don't think you will suffer that much. I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoyed this afternoon.'
I grinned and didn't say a word. I reached down to her pussy. She opened her legs a little to allow my fingers entry, I kissed my now wet and sticky fingers and looked directly into the beautiful face of the lady who owned me, and I kissed her.
'You lecherous bastard George! Don't worry, you'll have your chance to lick the real thing after punishment. But don't think you're going to have it all your way, we will be giving you some painful slaps to make it look realistic. Tomorrow, the Owner Femdoms will expect to see evidence of bruising. They won't understand half of the techno-crap you and your black-assed, sex-maniacs will tell them, so I will be giving you ten, maybe a twenty per cent PPP to give the Owner femdoms something to look at, and something they will understand as you strut around with a hard-on in front of your whiteboard, diagrams and videos.
I want you to look at your best today as well. So I will be giving you a biggish dose of PPP. Today. The bad news is you'll only have my hand to comfort you until after punishment, and you will be as randy as a dog with two pricks who has just sniffed out a bitch on heat. You won't be able to cum until I say you can cum. My hand will give light relief, and the crowd will be far enough away to think I'm squeezing your balls. After punishment, if I'm feeling mischievous, I might just exercise my right to deny you full relief Georgy-boy! What do you think about that?'