Companion For A Femdom Ch16

Agiatou and Amahle were preparing for the three-mile run to the courtyard to collect twelve prisoners, who would be employed to display my Radio Controlled Chastity devices. Both ladies were in superb physical condition. They ran naked. Not because the prisoners would be naked, they ran naked because this was the way their warrior-predecessors had travelled when raiding an enemy village, or going to war. So, a three-mile run was little more than a gentle stroll in the park for these two. Their Dinka warrior predecessors could run a hundred miles or more, then fight a battle. They might sleep for a few hours, then run another hundred miles the next day if they had not captured the required number of suitable slaves. Agiatou and Amahle had no intention of allowing that standard of fitness demanded by their primitive, sometimes cruel, yet proud historical ways handed down through generations of a proud and dignified Dinka warrior past. So they ran naked. Proud to display their beautiful bodies for all who cared to look, see and admire.

Not one ounce of excess fat showed on their magnificent physiques. Every lean and feminine muscle on their shapely bodies was well-shaped and firm. It was a joy to watch their yet majestic bodies move. They did not so much run as progress in a wild, feline way. Breathlessness was a sign of weakness no matter the distance run; proud, not over large breasts needed no 'whiteys' supporting bra. Their bodies perfectly proportioned.

The pleasure I had watching these two magnificent women running, caused me to have to have an erection which would stay with me until one of my femdom owners gave me relief. Washing away the pungent aroma of Agiatou and Amahle's piss from my body was an option I wanted to delay for as long as possible. I enjoyed the smell of their piss on my body, so I was at liberty to enjoy their womanly aroma for the next two hours. It also helped to maintain an erection, which is a mandatory requirement for male subs in the presence of the superior gender. At about half past one, Isabella, would ensure I received at least a ten percent dose of PPP to keep my penis erect. If it went limp, she stood to lose a certain amount of 'face', and I might get a spanking if the wrong femdom saw me without an erection.

As my two magnificent assistants disappeared from sight, I cast my eye around the sandy beach where we had enjoyed a couple of hours of sea, sun and delicious sex. I picked up the odd piece of rubbish, which may or may not have been ours; I didn't want my family group to be accused of leaving rubbish. I then headed towards the demonstration area. I wanted to ensure everything was working perfectly for the two O'clock presentation.

I was lying flat on my back repairing a faulty servo beneath the prototype model railway track. My torso hidden beneath the railway model. From the waist, my body exposed, my cock standing proud, when I saw a pair of naked, rather shapely female legs walking towards me. The owner of this pleasing sight paused beside me, and crouching down on her haunches, reached down to caress and examine my erect penis in her warm hands.

'What a lovely cock.' She said a vaguely familiar voice. 'I shall enjoy playing with that.'

'Leave it alone, girl! I've got work to do. You have no right to play with my cock without my owners permission.' I thought it was one of the cleaners. Those cheeky bitches tended to think my cock was public property. They usually wore a G-string when working, sometimes nothing at all. And on this occasion, the lady was wearing nothing at all. I felt justified in adding, 'If I let you giveg me a wank or worse, I can guarantee we'll both get a sore ass before the day is out. So fuck off girl. Just fuck off and leave me alone.'

'I think you will find I have every right to play with your cock George. Me Owner Femdom. You Inferior sub!' She said jokingly. 'So I don't think Isabella will be smacking my ass, but I think I would enjoy watching her smack yours.'

After the faulty servo was fixed, I pulled myself from under the bench to be confronted by Senior Femdom Harriet. From my initial meeting with her, I knew she hated wearing clothes and always went as nature intended whenever possible. And I had not recognised her voice!

'I am so sorry Madam Harriet. I thought you were one of the cleaners and didn't realise I was addressing you.'

'No harm done George. No harm done. But I do think your cock is responding well to your penis enlargement programme. And seems to respond well to the female touch. How big is it now?' She asked as she continued to massage my not unwelcome admirer.

'A few millimetres short of the target length of 230mm Madam.'

'That's marvellous George. Agiatou and Amahle deserve to be congratulated on their efforts. They've managed to give you about a ten millimetre enlargement if memory serves me correctly. How do you feel about me touching you like this. Do you mind very much?'

'Would it make any difference if I did mind Madam?'

'Not really. I would probably do it anyway. But technically speaking, you don't actually own it George. I own Isabella, so therefore I own you. I just like to think I'm not pulling rank I suppose, and not being a total bitch.'

'It is not an unpleasant experience Madam, I quite enjoy what you are doing.'

'I'm so pleased to hear that George. You probably think we Owner Femdoms have a wonderful time, up here in our Ivory Towers. But truth be told, I get quite lonely. I don't feel old, mid fifties if you want to know, and I do like to keep myself fit and healthy. I'm the youngest of the fifteen Owner Femdoms, and not too old to enjoy a good stiff cock when I get the chance. I can have any cock I want of course, and I do. But when I do, I often feel the slave, or sub concerned is obeying me because he has no choice in the matter. So it would be nice to think you are happy about me doing this because you want me to do it. So I hope you were not just saying that because you think It's what I want to hear?'

'No, I'm not lying to you Madam. I am a submissive. That is one reason Isabella and I get on together so well. I quite enjoy the lady being a femdom and taking charge Madam. There, I've confessed something rather personal, would you tell me something I'm desparate to know?'

'Well I confess I did know about you and your past George, probably more than you realise, buy okay, fair is fair, what do you want to know?'

'Before I met Isabella, is it true you were planning to kidnap me?'

'Oh! You have heard the story have you? I suppose you were bound to learn about it sooner or later, but yes, that is true. It was a crazy idea from day one. But I had no choice. I was tasked to kidnap you, assisted by Mary and her UK staff, and Agiatou and Amahle. Had we succeeded, you would have been owned by Agiatou and Amahle as their slave. and forced to do exactly what you are doing now. The difference being, you are now owned by Isabella, and came to us willingly. Which meant kidnapping was not necessary. I was 'over the moon' so to speak when you met Isabella; everything had fallen into place without me having to do anything. Kidnapping would never have worked if we had. Would it, you darling boy?' She continued massaging my cock, and took it into her mouth. I gasped as she sucked hard, taking the whole length into her mouth and throat without choking.

I gasped with ecstasy at what she was doing. With difficulty, I did manage to say, 'You are dead right there Madam. I would have been more likely to sabotage current projects if I had been forced into working that situation.' Knowing I was not far from having a massive orgasm, she released my cock from her mouth. I lay there trying to fuck thin air.

'You nearly fucked my mouth there, didn't you George? you naughty boy. You must never cum unless I say you can cum. Smacked ass if you do. Is that clear?'

'Yes Madam, I'm so sorry. I nearly broke Isabella golden rule; one she is very strict upon.'

'We'll let it go this time George, no harm done, kinky bitch that I am, I rather enjoy watching you struggle to contain yourself. But with regards to kidnapping you, Mary, Agiatou, Amahle and I continually told the more senior Owner Femdoms kidnapping was a bad plan. But it was like batting our heads against a brick wall. They rarely think things through properly, as I've no doubt you will find out in due course.' Changing the subject she said, 'Now as I freely admit, I'm a kinky bitch, I love to tease and deny. You will rarely be allowed to cum in my presence George, you and I will be having a session like this every week, after the Weekly Planning Meeting. I need to know about progress because we're going to be spending a lot of money over the next year or two. The older Owners just don't realise how much we will be spending as we expand. You will be reporting to me to explain the finer points which are way over the heads of most of my colleagues. Most of them have long since forgotten what a good stiff cock is for, let alone understanding the more technical aspects of Magnetic Linear Propulsion, and the like.'

'Wow! I see you have been doing your homework Madam. I congratulate you on even knowing what I'm going to demonstrate this afternoon, and I am concerned that it might all be a bit too technical for the more senior ladies.'

'Yes, it will be a bit too much for them, just keep it as brief, and simple as you can. Ber honest with me, and we'll get along just fine. This is something I can get my teeth into. At the moment, I do get a little bored. The only enjoyment I seem to get, is to annoy my Pinkies, so I started studying the work Agiatou, Amahle and yourself are doing when you're not fucking each other silly during your coffee breaks.'

'You know about our coffee-break fucks as well then? Is there anything you don't know about me?'

'No much George, I've been keeping a very close eye on you since we learned about your business ideas. I love your website, but with all due respect, we can do a lot to improve that, and I know all about your coffee break fucking. Why else do you think the cleaners are hoping for a slice of you?'

'I take your point, and I feel flattered. I hope I can meet all that seems to be expected of me.'

'Don't worry. You will meet expectations. Don't take too much notice of rank, and this silly superior and inferior being crap. We need you George, and you'll get all the help you need from all of us. Most of us are kinky bitches, and you don't seem to mind that, and by the way, I thought it was sweet watching Agiatou and Amahle pissing on you this morning. It meant something you know. Anyway, I must let you carry on with whatever it was you were doing George. I'll see you later, I shall be fully dressed I'm afraid, and I do so hate wearing clothes, but needs must at formal affairs like your presenation.'

'You saw them pissing on me Madam?'

'Yes! And I envied them. I was watching you through my binoculars dear boy. My Pinkies thought it was disgusting, but they still took video footage I shall enjoy watching that again when they've edited it, and I next need to masturbate.'

'You are proving to be amazing Madam, I just don't know what to say. Is there nothing you do not know about me? And does that mean you like the smell of piss?'

'Oh yes. I love the smell of piss, but only female piss, I'm going to arrange for all your femdoms to piss on you after watching you this morning. But perhaps you should tell Isabella about Agiatou and Amahle pissing on you. You'll almost certainly get a smacking, but that is a much better option than her finding out by watching the video on the island's television news programme. That would be sure to get you another public smacking. Anyway, I'm delaying you. You must get ready for the presentation.

'Actually Madam, I've finished what I was doing. I was about to shower to get rid of the smell of piss before the presentation.'

'Mmmmm! Well I must admit you do smell good after those two lucky black bitches pissed on you, why don't we continue our little chat in my suite? You can have a shower there a little later, and meanwhile I can enjoy you a little longer!'

'I do love and respect Isabella, my owner Madam. And I do not want to do anything that might upset her.'

'Good boy George. And don't worry, I have no intention of stealing you from Isabella, but I'll warn you once more, I am a kinky bitch who loves tease and denial, I get my kicks licking clit and watching you try to fuck thin air. My Pinkies may or may not help you out. They are man-haters through and through! But I do like the idea of teasing your cock while they give me an enema on my waterbed. Are you up for that?'

'Yes, It sound like it could be fun, but who, or what is a Pinkie Madam?'

'Less of the Madam, George. Call me Harriet when we're alone or even when my Pinkies are present. Pinkies are Pink miniskirt Femdoms. I'm not surprised you have not seen them yet. They are the Owner Femdom personal assistants. Rarely, if ever do they proceed outside the Owner Femdom quarters. Like you, they love giving oral, they will fuck men, but only when they are in total control as you will be when I get you cuffed and secured to my waterbed. I shall keep you cuffed until after you have showered. Most of us have two Pinkies. They are loyal, and don't worry, they won't show the vid on Island TV, neither will they speak a word of what we do inside the four walls of my personal suite.'

'Won't your Pinkies object to you showering with me? '

'Probably, but it doesn't matter what they think. They're a stuck up bitches who think they are above the red miniskirt femdoms because they wear pink. In truth, they're lower down the pecking order of things that femdoms who wear black. But they are loyal, and always do exactly as I tell them.'

Changing the subject, in almost mid-sentence as she seemed prone to do, Harriet continued,

'I like the thought of watching your femdoms piss on you, and I shall be heading up that queue. That is a treat I'm promising myself for the not too distant future. It'll be in front of witnesses, perhaps we can make it one of Mayling's party games. It will have a serious message though, one that Isabella will approve of. It will demonstrate to one and all who you belong to. How does that sound?'

'I can't say I'm against the idea. I'm not averse to kinky. I think you and I are going to be good friends, and Weekly Planning Meetings sound as if they will be something to look forward to.'

'You've been reading my mail George. Now let's see how long I can keep you on the boil before I have to smack your ass for cumming without permission.' Leading me by my erect penis she led me to the place of tease and denial!.

Harriet's suite overlooked the swimming pool complex, Gymnasium and Entertainment Centre. Behind that, there was a fantastic view of the beach. She had her Pinkies cuff my hands and feet to the four corners of her giant, eight-foot-wide waterbed. Her Pinkies wore crutchless pink kickers, exposing very hairy pussies. They also wore half-cup bras. Without speaking or offering any form of introduction, they used pink, girly handcuffs to secure me to the bed. My face was slapped when I asked their names. I did not have permission to speak.

Laying down beside be, she raised one leg to allow her Pinkies to insert a lare, purple, cock-shaped dildo in her anus. It must have been at least ten inches long. They attached a pink hose to the large spongy scrotum part of the dildo, then turned on a tap which controlled the warm soapy water flowing into her anal passage, and overflowing out on to the bed. It pooled to bathe us both here before draining out through a sinkhole at the base of the bed. I had expected some excreta. I was not looking forward to bathing in this. But the expected brown water never happened. I was to learn later that her Pinkies always gave her an enema after her morning bowel movement. She was adamant that part of her body should always be kept spotlessly clean.

Harriet had two orgasms in quick succession. The first with my cock deep inside her pussy. The second in my mouth. She also orgasmed in the mouths of both assistants. My cock, erect and teased throughout, always in some female orifice, hand or between a pair of tits, but denied ejaculation. When sitting on my face, one of her Pinkies would take my cock in her pussy, but only for tease and denial. On one occasion, I thought I was going to be allowed an ejaculation. The life-giving sperm in my scrotum almost managed to escape in a torrent. A second or two later, and I would have been eligible for an ass-smacking, and would have welcomed it had I been allowed to cum. But she squeezed my balls painfully, and laughed at my efforts to fool her.

I found the hate emanating from her man-hating Pinkies to be a bit of a turn-on. Part of my kinky makeup I suppose; they hated the presence of this randy, disgusting male being enjoyed by their beloved Mistress. But were forced to accept my presence if they were to continue serving their beloved Mistress.

Until now, I had never experienced sex quite like this. Female superiority was nothing new to me, of course. But Harriet had taken kinkiness to a whole new level. A level I found to be not undesirable, but new to me. It was not a level I would choose for every sexual encounter. Being owned by Isabella and her family of femdoms was much more akin to my comfort zone. Harriet did eventually allow to cum, but even that was done in a kinky manner. She ordered one of the Pinkies to give me a hand job as a reward. All three of these kinky ladies watched avidly as a stream of my semen shot almost one foot into the air. What was even more surprising, and most unexpected, were to see the Pinkies eagerly licking and swallowing my jizz, while Harriet playfully pissed over the three of us as we lay in the remnants of warm soapy water left over from her enema. I was invited to lick and suck Harriet's wet and hairy pussy when she finished pissing, that tasted good. I knew there would be twenty percent PPP in her pussy, Harriet knew I had to be fully erect when giving my presentation. If I were to be fully erect at the presentation.

The Pinkies released my ankle straps and led Harriet and me to the shower room. I was handcuffed to ringbolt in the ceiling of the the shower room, as they soaped us down, and washed all smells of piss and love juices from our bodies. I was left in the shower room until Harriet was dressed in her hated white mini-skirted uniform. Her long hair was air-blown, dried, and brushed until it shone. Her toes and fingernails were painted bright red; the same shade as her lipstick. Her make-up tastefully applied by her two Pinkies. Now dressed to kill, she looked good, as she playfully scratched my erect penis, careful not to smudge her newly applied nail varnish. I desperately wanted to fuck something or someone, as the PPP was beginning to work. In her femdom uniform, Harriet had an air of respectable gentility about her. She looked and played the part of a strict femdom. Holding me by my cock, she smiled wickedly knowing precisely how I longed to have some form of sexual release. But this was not to be.

Her Pinkies unlocked my handcuffs, and Harriet still holding my cock, led me to the place where I was to give my demonstration. Here, fourteen equally well-dressed white-skirted Owner femdoms, and five red-skirted Femdoms, (four of them mine, the fifth was Angela, the newly appointed accountant).

Standing on the balcony, adjacent to the room where I was to give my presentation. The collective femdoms were perusing the twelve prisoners brought in to demonstrate my Radio Controlled chastity devices. The prisoners were chained individually to posts set in concrete. The posts were six feet apart, and the prisoners held in the case of male prisoners, by a chain fitted tightly around their scrotum, the chain then passed through the post to a large ringbolt also set in concrete.