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Today, the picnic by the lake was arranged for noon. Unbeknown to me at the time, Lucie and I were destined not to attend.
Mary, our Senior Femdom, had ordered me to attend her at Seven O’clock. Even had I wanted to disobey, I would have dismissed that thought out of hand. Mary was not only Senior Femdom; she owned me! Therefore, she was entitled to do anything she wanted with me. I was the Senior male slave. I had assisted in many ways with her business interests. Nevertheless, I was a mere man. Because I was a man and woman, the superior gender, I was subordinate to the most junior female in the femdom school.
Not that Mary had ever been excessively cruel. She enjoyed me going down on her, pissing on me, smacking my bum, enjoyed me giving her lovely, beautiful, hairy pussy a shampoo and set, and denying me sexual satisfaction sometimes. But all that was fun. I enjoyed the acts of minor cruelty inflicted on me. I was a ‘Submissive’. I needed to be controlled by a strict woman now and again. Isabella was my femdom. She was kind and loving. Unsuited to what Mary offered. Today was one such day I was about to experience all of the above, with just a little bit of extra thrown in.
I arrived promptly at five minutes to seven.
“Come in!” Shouted Mary.
“You are late! And why haven’t you got a full erection? Presumably, you are not pleased to see me?”
I looked down at my rock-hard cock. It was straining, almost pleading for some soft, wet female orifice to explore. I apologised profusely, knowing full well anything less would be a waste of time with Mary in her present mood. Accept the inevitable; do as the Head Mistress demands.
“Bend over the table; I can see you need a lesson in good manners, punctuality, respect and probably many other things.” Mary delivered twenty-five hard smacks on my naked posterior.
“In the shower room, you will find exactly one pint of my piss. Wash yourself down with that. Do not dare spill one drop! If you do, you will receive five smacks for every milli-litre of piss spilt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Beside her chair was another pint of water. This a clear indication there were more piss actions to follow.
I did as I was told. I did my best not to spill one drop of her lovely urine. But it was difficult not to spill some of that delightful liquid; she had provided the smallest piece of J cloth to wipe her beautiful urine over my body, hair, face, chest, stomach and legs until the container was empty.
Mary examined the container and seemed disappointed that not one drop remained. That would have given her an excuse to punish me further.
“I see you have spilt some of my precious urine on the shower floor. Lick it clean, keeping your ass as high as you can. I shall be smacking you until the shower room floor is clean and dry.
My ass was already raw from the punishment received. I wondered what had made Mary so angry. I don’t think I had ever seen her in such a mood.
After about five minutes of painful punishment, she said;
“Okay, that will do. Now lie down on your back. I want to sit on your chest and piss into your mouth. When I’ve finished pissing, You will lick and suck my pussy until I reach an orgasm. Drink everything, and do not masturbate while I enjoy your tongue!”
This was something I really could enjoy. Mary was in her late forties, but she had the body of an athlete and the looks of a woman in her twenties. She set the fitness standards for the school. Only a few, myself included, managed to achieve the standards she set.
She had a beautiful, hairy pussy. I have often woken up with my head between those marvellous thighs, and I enjoyed eating her when she was only half awake. Her early morning animal urges were something to be enjoyed by the very privileged few. I was probably the only male ever allowed to imbibe those marvellous hot, white love juices. If I had to endure a sore ass now and again, so what? It was worth it.
Her love juices flowed into my mouth and down my chin in several urgent spurts. I licked and drank as much as I could. Eventually, I felt that fantastic female body relax and moan with pleasure.
She was speaking in a softer tone now and using my name. A sure sign that the painful smacking was a thing of the past. The actual loving side of her was about to shine through. I would soon learn what had brought about the mood that had produced such anger from within that beautiful body.
“I don’t want you şişli escort to shower George. I enjoy the smell of my piss on you, and I have plans for you later. We’ll have a session of sixty-niners — please don’t cum in my mouth; I want you to fill my pussy with your love juices after I’ve tasted that lovely cock of yours.”
“I shall do my best, Mistress.” Wondering what those ‘plans’ she had for me entailed.
“Fuck you, George! I know I’ve been a bitch! The anger is gone! And my name is Mary, in case you had forgotten!” She punched me lightly in the stomach.
I laughed, gently bit her pussy, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. She spread her legs wide. Touching her pussy with her fingers making sure they were nice and wet, then wiping wet juices over my lips and into my mouth. Her other hand was holding my cock and gently stroking it up and down. She pulled me down on the bed beside her.
Sometimes Mary was on top, sometimes I was. Controlling my ejaculation was difficult. But the lessons of self-denial taught by my three femdom mistresses helped me to grant Mary’s wish of not cumming in her mouth. With her skilful assistance in controlling my very natural male urges, we managed to avoid premature ejaculation. Not once did one part or other of her body lose contact with my penis. Even when I was on the edge of cumming she would laugh, gently squeeze my balls, discouraging ejaculation, then when things had calmed down a little, she would take my cock into her mouth again.
Mary had several powerful orgasms on my face and into my mouth. I was frantic for my own promised release. But good manners and ‘Sub’ training by my three Domme’s meant I must not ask for physical release — that was the lady’s privilege.
Mary knew I would not be able to hold out much longer. It was time for her to keep her side of the bargain. Removing her mouth from my cock, she held my cock in her left hand and lay on her back with legs open wide; she guided my cock into that lovely, wet, dark cavern that has the power to enslave the strongest of men. I could feel the eruption eagerly awaiting release. I wanted this moment to last indefinitely.
Mary wrapped those lovely legs around mine, encouraging my nine-inch cock to plunge deeper inside her. Our tongues fought a battle, sometimes in her mouth, sometimes in mine. Arms around my neck, I could deny myself no longer. My balls released their load, filling that wonderful pussy with my man juices. The hot white liquid overflowed over lovely thighs and onto the bed. I continued to pump until there was nothing left, enjoying the sound of my cock making sucking noises as I plunged in and out of her pussy, making her laugh out loud.
We lay together as one. My member was unwilling to be released from the depths of her lower belly, shrinking a little as that massive orgasm lost its power to thrust. We lay together. Breathless. Content in each other’s arms.
“Thank you, Mary!” That was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.
“Likewise.” Said Mary. “I hope the pain was worth it! “
“It was. And will be in the future. If that is the standard of fucking I can look forward to whenever you have the urge to smack my ass; it is more than worth it! As for the pain, I enjoyed you dominating me. I love Isabella but enjoy being dominated and humiliated by you. That is why I’m happy to be naked in your presence at all times and why I have stayed in your employ. It is certainly not for the money. I am a submissive, Mary. So don’t be afraid to treat me as such. I enjoy you pissing on me and smacking me occasionally.”
“Well. We shall see about all that. I must admit I enjoy playing the Domme, and if we can make up like this afterwards, I think we might have something good happening between us.”
She cuddled up close, holding my cock in her right hand, her leg thrown carelessly across me, and the wet love juices leaked from her pussy onto my leg. As Senior Femdom, all agreed in our organisation had the right to hold anyone’s cock, tit, pussy or ass, and she particularly enjoyed holding mine. I belonged to Isabella, but ultimately I was Mary’s property. Mary was exercising her right of ownership. I don’t think Isabella liked the situation, but if she objected, she never once raised that objection. In fact, on our Saturday night orgies, Isabella was as eager as I was to taste Mary’s pussy, and didn’t seem to mind who shared my cock on those occasions.
“If tuzla escort Isabella had not got to you first, You would be all mine, Georgey-boy. Imagine how sore your ass would be. “
I laughed. Then said:
“It is probably better for all of us this way, Mary; a bit of space between sessions we have just enjoyed can only enhance the pleasure when we can have a private meet. If we fucked like this every day, I suspect we would both soon tire of each other.”
“You’re probably right, George. At least as ‘Queen Bee’, I can have you whenever I want.”
Hand on my cock, and holding me close, Mary started to tell me what this was all about:
“It’s like this, George.” Said Mary quietly, “When I started this Femdom School with Isabella, I had about twenty million in the bank. In three years, it’s gone down to about fifteen. So, despite our investments, we’re going downhill far too fast! We need to develop some new ideas if the present lifestyle is to continue. I’ve already decided there will only be one bungalow — that will be shared between you, me, Isabella and Susan, with a couple of side rooms for Georgina, Henrietta as house help, and her boys when they get caught wanking. They enjoy wanking each other, being spanked, and those two lovely ladies love administering that smacking at the slightest opportunity.
There will also be a lot of changes I had not bargained for when I agreed to the four bungalows. I want to pass these ideas by you when we have the time.
Angela and Rebecca have been caught fucking each other. They will be Court-Marshalled unless they resign. Both decided they wanted to resign and come and work full-time for me. They’re welcome, of course, but it does mean another expense. But for now, they intend to leave their ship in style! In short, they will be – NAKED! They want you to walk up the gangway, also naked, pick them up, and carry them off the ship. At the same time, they want to ensure as many of the ship’s company are on deck when they leave! (up to them how they manage that). The ship is at Falmouth, and I have asked if you will meet them today at noon.”
“Wow!” That’s a lot to take in, Mary. It sounds like fun. But doesn’t leave me much time to get my ass in motion. Time now? Let’s say Ten O’clock, near as dammit. Ten minutes for a shower, organise someone to help with the girl’s luggage. I can carry those two lovely naked ladies down the gangway, no problem. But I will need some help with their baggage.”
“Don’t worry. It’s all in hand, Big Boy. Lucie is waiting for you outside with everything you will need. A toothbrush, and your razor. That is all! I have arranged for the four of you to stay with a friend of mine. She owns a bungalow a few miles from the ship, which is hand for us if A and R’s antics draw the attention of the police. My friend, Nancy, lives with a few girls who sound like fun, and she has offered to put the four of you up in what she calls her ‘Bridal Suite’. She tells me there is a problem; only one very large bed …..! Is it a problem, George?”
“I don’t know how we’ll manage Mary!” I said with a lecherous grin on my face. Speaking seriously though, I will need clothes. I can’t meet these ladies’ Buck Naked.’
“OH YES, YOU CAN! I have no doubt Nancy and her girls will all want a piece of you. I’ve told them you have a nine-inch cock, as thick as my wrist and that I don’t mind them having a slice of you. But I am sending them a very clear message George: Domme to Domme. I want to let them know that you belong to Isabella and me. You are only on loan to them! We want our property returned after they have tasted the goodies. Nancy understands that logic; she will have her hand on your cock within minutes of meeting you. We are both long-standing Dommes, and you will stink to High Heaven because I have ensured you are covered in my piss. They will want to shower you soon after your arrival, but Nancy will understand my message.
“Wow, again! You are full of surprises, Mary. Over the past two or three hours, you’ve drained my bollocks dry, and within possibly four hours, you’re putting me in bed with seven or eight nymphomaniacs. How am I supposed to manage that?”
“Don’t worry, George. It’s all in hand. Lucie has two bags; one carries your toothbrush and razor, the other a few bits and bobs, which I have agreed she can take and administer as she sees fit.
Lucie, the randy little bitch will have her hand on your cock before pendik escort you leave these premises if I know our Lucie. But you won’t have time to stop and give her what she wants because time will be against you if you meet Angela and Rebecca at Twelve. The time now, Ten thirty! I’m bursting to learn your ideas to improve the Femdom School’s finances, but that will have to wait. Do you not agree? You really should be on your way?”
“Okay, I agree. I need to extract digitum if I’m to rescue two fair damsels by twelve. It’s about an hour and a half drive to Falmouth. Now where is Lucie?”
As promised, Lucie was waiting for me outside by the car. She was wearing an extremely short mini-skirt, which totally failed to completely cover that cute little ass of hers, no knickers, of course. Lucie didn’t believe in wearing knickers. A bikini top exposed more breast than it supported and nothing else! I was naked as directed and stank of Mary’s piss.
I looked at Lucie as I walked to the car. “Oh well, if that doesn’t cheer up the Royal Navy’s finest, I don’t know what will!”
I opened the passenger door for her. Lucie did not attempt to hide her most desirable pussy, already wet with evident anticipation, her mini skirt rising to expose that lovely part of her. She was to be temporarily disappointed. Falmouth was about eighty-ninety miles drive. I had just eighty minutes if I were to be there by twelve.
As predicted, Lucie was caressing my cock before we left the Femdom School. She would have to wait. But the gentle stroking of her hand on my cock was most pleasant, nonetheless.
I did my best to keep below seventy mph on the drive to Falmouth. The last thing I wanted was to be pulled over by the police, an almost naked, most attractive eighteen-year-old beauty by my side. Me naked and on the wrong side of sixty years of age. I couldn’t be done for ‘Cradle-Snatching’, but I was sure Mr Plod and Co could think up some exceedingly tricky and embarrassing questions if we were pulled over.
We arrived at the dockyard entrance at about eleven-fifty without incident. Angela and Rebecca’s ship could be seen from the dockyard entrance, and two very smart female Lieutenants stood beside the gangway staff, awaiting our arrival.
On arrival alongside the ship, I turned the car to face the dockyard entrance and parked as close to the ship as reasonably possible.
The ships Gangway Staff stared at us, or rather, stared at Lucie. She had exited the car, and was now leaning over pretending to talk to me. Her pretty, shapely little ass facing the gangway staff. She wiggled that neat, cute little ass provocatively in the sailor’s direction. The beautiful, rounded cheeks of her naked ass clearly visible to the lads on the ship.
Angela and Rebecca had seen us approaching. Gangway staff is distracted by Lucie’s antics. Angela and Rebecca disappeared into the ship’s helicopter hangar through a side entrance. Here they removed their uniforms and all undergarments except a G-string and stockings. They pinned their resignation letters addressed to the Commanding Officer. Uniforms and undergarments were left hanging in the helicopter hangar.
Angela and Rebecca now exited the hangar. Naked except for the briefest of G-strings covering their most private part and mid-thigh stockings, showing off shapely legs. Angela snatched the microphone controlling the ship’s tannoy system from the Gangway Staff and made her announcement.
“Do you hear there? Ships Company muster on deck immediately. Naked ladies are leaving the ship.”
As she made the pipe (announcement), I slowly strode up the gangway, gathered up a naked, willing lady on each forearm, and carried them to the car. Lucie followed, carrying the baggage. I made sure Angela and Rebecca were comfortably seated in the rear of the car, with the roof of the convertible folded down.
Most of the ship’s company appeared on deck. I returned to the gangway to help Lucie, struggling with four suitcases. Angela and Rebecca stood and waved to all. The lads onboard cheered, whistled, and waved. One or two shouted the odd obscenity.
Angela and Rebecca took off their G-strings and hurtled them, now weighted, back onboard the ship to shouts of approval from those who picked them up. I settled Lucie into the passenger seat. I removed her bikini top, placed it over my ears, and bowed to my audience.
Lucie, now in the car, stood and squeezed those magnificent 36DDs, blew kisses at the sailors, then turned and wiggled that pretty little bum of hers to the sound of more cheers from the ship.
I pumped the postcode of our overnight accommodation into the satnav, and we headed slowly out of the dockyard to the sound of cheering sailors. For once, Lucie was the only one wearing any clothing whatsoever. And that didn’t hide much!
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