Sunday morning, after the dinner party featuring the Master and his girl, the Hostess was in her dressing gown, trying to decide what to wear, when her spouse entered the bedroom.
“Sweetheart,” he began, “I need you to come down to the sitting room.”
“What? Are Stephanie and Helen already here? This early?” the Hostess exclaimed, surprised.
“No, darling,” he assured her. “They’re not due for another hour or so. This is another matter,” he continued.
She knew her spouse well. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes, and a quality in his voice that indicated although he was acting fully composed, inside he was bouncing up and down like an excited little boy. She was intrigued.
Offering her hand, she smiled, saying, “Lead on, my dear.”
He led her into their sitting room. Waiting there, with a warm smile on his face, was a dark-haired gentleman of medium build. He arose the moment they entered. As the Hostess approached him and extended her hand in greeting, he took it in his own, bowed, and kissed the back of her hand in an almost continental fashion.
“Darling, I wish you to meet Carter,” her husband said, by way of introduction.
Her hand tingling from the press of the man’s lips, she said, “I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Carter.”
The man blushed a delicate pink as her husband explained, “It’s just ‘Carter’ my dear. He was the escort for Miss Thompson last night.”
“Oh! Valerie’s guest! Of course, now I remember you,” she asserted. “Please be seated.” After they’d settled, she inquired, “What can I do for you, Carter?” Privately, she wondered if Valerie had sent him to inquire about whether she too could have a session with a dog. So many guests often did, right after a party.
Her husband cleared his throat, taking the floor. “Last night, all but two of your male guests secretly drew straws in a special contest. Carter here was the winner.”
“That seems clear, so far,” she confirmed. “And what did Carter win?”
“He won the privilege of being given to you as a gift for one week,” her husband explained. Carter nodded his agreement.
“Given to me as a gift?” the Hostess said, confused. Then she broke out laughing. “What an amusing jest,” she chuckled. “No. Really. Why are you here, Carter?”
“I assure you, Hostess – your husband told me to address you by this title, rather than Miss or Mistress – we aren’t joking. I won, so I get to be your gift.”
The Hostess was taken quite aback. She looked hard into both men’s faces, and saw no glint of humor. Their expressions were serious. “This isn’t an elaborate joke of some kind?”
“No, my dear. We’re very serious,” her husband replied. “Carter desires to be your plaything for a week. In a way, he is my gift to you, for being such a wonderful wife.”
“But honey,” she rebutted, “I train females with dogs. I’ve never had a male plaything before, darling. I admit it’s intriguing, but…” her voice trailed off.
Turning to face Carter, she asked, “Why ever would you want to do this?”
“I hope I don’t sound like I’m bragging if I tell you that I’m a very influential lawyer, Hostess. I have a very high pressure job. When I watched you at the dinner party, I was smitten by your command, your control, and your poise. My heart was beating furiously as we all participated in the contest your husband proposed, and I was elated to win. I wish to be controlled by you for this week. It’ll be a relief to give up control and serve you. I’ve submitted to other women in the past, if that makes you feel any better about this.” His voice and sincerity were compelling.
Thinking quietly for a few minutes, the Hostess stated, “OK. I admit I’m fascinated. What did those other women have you do? How did they treat you?”
Carter cast his mind back to several different earlier such encounters. Ummm. They sometimes had me naked, or dressed in frilly feminine things. They might make me crawl around on a leash. I’ve had to service them or their friends orally. I’ve been commanded to do housework. They might tie me up. Abuse me verbally. Spank me. So much depended on their whims of the moment. It was quite exhilarating.”
The Hostess tried to visualize these things as he stated them. “Dressing him up might be fun,” she mused. “Having him crawl around like a dog on a leash, naked, would be enjoyable. The servants handle the housework, but maybe we could have him act the role in one room.” Her thoughts continued. “Oh! Maybe while I have some friends over for tea, or something. That might be impressive to them, and humiliating to him.” She began to see some enjoyable possibilities, now that she’d heard examples from his past. But there was something quite important she had to know.
“There must be some sort of limits of what they were permitted. Right, shyster?” she inquired.
He quailed, hearing himself referred to as a shady attorney; her verbal abuse had begun, and a quiet thrill went through his body. “Yes, Hostess. Thank you for being thoughtful about this. Things can’t impact my job, such as the court case I have on Wednesday – I must attend that. And nothing permanent can be done to my body. No piercings, tattoos, etc. Otherwise, I’m in your hands.”
Determined to test his resolve, The Hostess slipped off her shoe. “Show me how you worship my foot, Carter,” she directed.
Quickly Carter knelt humbly, took her dainty foot in his hands, and rubbed his soft, clean shaven cheeks all over it. He kissed it tenderly, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. After that, he licked both the top and bottom of her foot. That’s when he started sucking her toes, making sounds of appreciation deep in his throat. Electric shock-waves of pleasure raced to her pussy as he suckled her toes passionately.
After several minutes, clutching the cushions of the seat on which she sat, the Hostess lifted her leg up over her other thigh. “You may include my calf in your worship, now,” she commanded.
Carter’s warm, soft lips climbed from her heel to the side of her knee. The Hostess bit her lip because of the unexpected intensity of the pleasure this produced. She looked at her husband. “You’re OK with this?” she asked. In response, she saw a huge grin on his face. Looking down at his crotch, she saw his trouser material was tented by his straining erection. She fancied she could see a drop of moisture seeping through, where the head of his cock bulged. “Hmmm. I see you’re not only OK, this really turns you on, seeing him worship me,” she commented.
“Yes, my dear,” he confirmed. I love seeing the blissful expression on your face, and the way your body is shivering in delight right now.”
The Hostess took a very deep breath, making her breasts expand and strain at her dressing gown. Her body shook erotically and her hand dug harder into the cushions. “Very well, we’ll keep him,” she sighed. “Stop now, Carter.”
The submissive lawyer gently released her foot and leg, and sat back on his heels, saying, “Thank you, Hostess. I hope my service will be pleasing to you.” Her acceptance of him placed a twinkle of joy in his eyes.
The Hostess checked the clock. She knew her girls would be here any minute, due to their characteristic promptness. An idea bloomed in her mind to begin Carter’s ordeal of embarrassment.
“Stand up…” she hesitated, trying to think of a demeaning label, finally settling on, “… worm.” She waited until he was on his feet again, then continued, “Unzip your trousers, and pull out your cock and balls. I want them completely free, dangling in front of you. When you’ve accomplished that, remain standing with your hands behind your head.”
Carter complied, struggling slightly to work his now erect cock free of his underpants through the opening in his pants. With more effort, he fished his scrotum also out through the opening, his testicles shifting slightly as they reacted to the cooler air. Carter’s face took on a red hue as he exposed himself to the Hostess and her husband. The couple whispered and chuckled to each other too quietly for Carter to make out their words, but they were both eyeing his sexual equipment. He was pretty certain he head the Hostess say the words ‘pencil dick’ which made his heart accelerate as her humiliation titillated him.
There was a sound outside. “I think I hear a car in the drive,” the Hostess stated. “It must be the girls. Stand up straight, and keep your hands behind your head to greet them, Carter. I’ll go to the door myself, darling,” she informed her husband.
She went to the door, waving the servant aside. Greeting Stephanie and Helen with warm hugs and kisses, she whispered a quick synopsis of the situation. Suppressing a giggle, she told the girls how she wanted them to greet Carter.
All three entered the sitting room together. Even though they’d been forewarned, the girls’ expressions registered surprise at seeing Carter standing like that. His erection had not waned one bit. “Stephanie, Helen, I want you to meet Carter. He’s going to be our plaything for this week,” the Hostess stated, grinning.
Stephanie stepped up within a foot of Carter. Looking right into his eyes, her right hand went out and grasped his cock. “Very nice to meet you, Carter,” she said, as her hand shook his cock up and down as if shaking hands. She stepped to one side.
Helen approached, and repeated Stephanie’s performance. Grasping and shaking his cock, she said, “Yes. It’s great to meet you, Carter.” Still holding and shaking his cock, Helen looked over her shoulder at the Hostess and said, “He’s got a very firm handshake.”
All three women laughed merrily as Carter’s face turned crimson. “However,” Helen added. “His skin is sweaty, or something. My palm is getting wet.” Everyone looked more closely. Helen’s palm was getting slippery from the precum now oozing out of Carter’s dick. Even though he was intensely embarrassed, he found his situation certainly arousing.
“Then let’s cool him down,” the Hostess declared. “Undress him, girls. Carter, only move if one of my girls indicates she wants you to move.”
Carter swallowed visibly before saying, “Yes, Hostess.”
Stephanie undid his tie, and went to work on the buttons on his shirt and sleeves. Helen unbuckled his belt, opened the top of his trousers, and pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in a smooth, swift movement. She untied his shoelaces, and in a trice had him step free of everything below his waist. Stephanie lowered his hands to his sides to pull his shirt off, them raised his arms again to yank his undershirt off over his head. The ‘influential’ lawyer now stood naked in a room otherwise occupied by clothed people.
Moving herself to a sofa, the Hostess told her girls, “Sit down on either side of me over here, and take your shoes off.” When they were all situated, she looked at Carter, saying, “Come here, naked toy boy. Kneel sideways on your hands and knees in front of us. Let’s see how good a foot stool he makes,” she told Helen and Stephanie. In moments, all three sets of feminine feet rested on his back.
Stephanie smiled. “It’s rather nice how his warm back is keeping my feet nice and toasty.” Helen nodded, agreeing.
“I just hope he doesn’t dribble all over my clean carpet,” the Hostess said in a stage whisper, making the two girls titter merrily. “My dear,” she called out to her husband, “please get me paper and pen. I need to make a list of things we might need this week.”
Consulting quietly with her two girls, the Hostess formulated a list of items. When she handed it to her husband, he checked off a few things, stating, “I anticipated some of this. I’ll send a servant for the rest.”
“Thank you, darling,” the Hostess said. “And thanks for such a thoughtful gift. I’m sure Stephanie and Helen will help me get a lot of joy, playing with it.” Carter quivered under their feet, realizing that not one, but three, women would be dominating him during this week. Submitting to three lovely women was more than he’d dreamed of since winning the contest.
Luckily, the women’s feet were not too heavy, so his back was not aching too much by being a footstool all morning. His neck, however, hurt from trying to hold his head up, so he found it expedient to let it hang down, staring towards the floor. From time to time, some woman’s foot left his back to slip under his torso and nudge his dangling manhood. Sometimes the toes would flex, softly caressing his sensitive flesh, but never enough to fully arouse him.
At lunchtime, everyone but Carter sat at the dining table, enjoying their repast. Carter got to eat the same foods, but they’d been cut up into bite-sized pieces, and served on the floor in a dog bowl, alongside a bowl of water. The Hostess, whose lifestyle dealt with canines, obviously felt most comfortable treating him like a dog. “When you drink, Carter, lap your tongue against the far side of the bowl, and try not to slop water on the floor. And don’t use your hands when eating.”
“Yes, Hostess,” he acknowledged humbly. To his chagrin, the girls also made him sit up and beg for treats from their plates. Each time he reared back onto his haunches, to place his front ‘paws’ on either side of his mouth in a dog begging posture, they remarked how this exposed his jutting cock, which waggled beneath his belly. No doubt this is why the girls kept encouraging this behavior.
After lunch, the Hostess said, “Carter, you may get off your hands and knees for a while and take a rest. Sit on the floor with your back wedged into the corner of the room. Keep your feet flat on the floor and your knees wide apart.” Helen whispered something to her. “Oh yes. Good idea, Helen.” Addressing Carter once again, she added, “Pump your dick slowly as you sit there. Keep it nice and stiff, but don’t cum.”
“Y… y… yes, Hostess,” he stammered, flushing a deep red as everyone watched him start pumping his cock. Stephanie and Helen licked their lips suggestively, eyes gleaming with interest.
After a brief interlude, a female servant entered, and handed the Hostess a large dog collar, a sturdy leash, and a rather hideous tie. If the servant was surprised to see a naked man, sitting on the floor, playing with his dick, she gave no evidence of it. The Hostess whispered something to the servant, who smiled and nodded her understanding before she left the room.
Approaching Carter, the Hostess secured the dog collar around his neck, and attached the leash to it. She added the hideous tie to his ensemble. “Back on your hands and knees now, Carter.”
A few minutes later, two servants led in Benny, the Rottweiler, and Sky, the Akita. Both well trained dogs trotted proudly over to their respective bitches: Benny to Stephanie, and Sky to Helen. The girls petted them, cooed to them and snuggled them joyfully.
The Hostess led Carter away from the wall, bringing his presence to the attention of the dogs, whose ears pricked up, seeing a stranger. The Hostess spoke, “Benny. Sky. Friend. Greet.” Benny approached first, shoving his snout against Carter’s ass hole, sniffing it, and then trotting in front of Carter, backing his ass into Carter’s face.
“Carter, follow proper dog protocol. Sniff his ass loud enough that he can hear you doing it,” she commanded.
Mortified, Carter did as he was told. His nose was only millimeters from Benny’s puckered ass hole as he inhaled loudly. Sky was already sniffing Carter’s ass hole in greeting, and blasted his scrotum with warm air issuing from his muzzle as he half snorted, half sneezed. When Sky backed into Carter’s face, he was so enthusiastic that he bumped his ass hole hard against Carter’s nose as the lawyer was dutifully inhaling! The laughter this caused made Carter wish he could vanish.
“It’s a beautiful afternoon, ladies,” the Hostess said. “Let’s take our animals for a long stroll through the gardens.” Helen took Sky’s leash, and Stephanie took Benny’s. The Hostess led the submissive lawyer outside on his own leash. They had to move slowly, because Carter was not used to so much crawling.
As he crawled, Carter noticed a servant sitting on a bench, watching the trio of women leading their ‘dogs’ around the pathways. And then another servant. And then a pair of them. Apparently the entire household was outside, watching him crawl around on a leash!
It was true. The Hostess had whispered to the servant who’d brought her the leash and the collar, “Tell all the staff to come outside and enjoy a break in the sunshine. I want them to see this silly naked man crawl around like a dog, and to make comments to humiliate him.”
Consequently, Carter heard someone on the staff say, “Looks like our employers have themselves a new dog.”
“Yes, and it’s not nearly as lovely as Benny and Sky. Look at that forlorn, mopey expression. No pride at all. Just a common mutt.”
“Is that its tail, drooping between his legs?”
“No. That’s its dick. Pitiful looking thing, isn’t it? A shrunken pink rod of flesh, lacking a knot at its base.”
“He’ll be useless to cover any bitches. Maybe he’s been neutered?”
“He still has testicles. Look at them swaying under his butt. Poor, pitiful creature.”
“OMG! Look at that tie the new dog is wearing! His sense of style is repulsive, as well. Yuck!”
With each comment, Carter’s embarrassment grew. His mind retreated into a deeper state of submission. Perversely, he found pleasure in this degradation. Gone were the cares of his work and career. He was truly ‘in the moment’ as the Hostess paraded him around. Suddenly, a biological urge struck. He stopped crawling. The Hostess, feeling the increase of tension on the leash, stopped and looked back at him, an expression of inquiry on her face.
Gritting his teeth, Carter whispered, “I’m sorry, Hostess, but I really need to pee badly all of a sudden.”
With a warm smile, she responded, “That’s not a problem. Come over here.” She tugged him over to a bush. “Lift your leg, and piss like a dog does,” she instructed him.
He was abashed. Several people were watching intently. But his bladder was demanding relief. Not daring to make eye contact with anyone, he lifted his leg, and released a long, hot stream of piss onto the bush. The humiliation of urinating in public in this obscene manner blended with the sheer pleasure of comfort obtained by the sensations of emptying that overstretched organ.
As the Hostess moved him away from the bush, a few dribbles still dripping from his cock, Benny quickly pulled Stephanie over to the same bush, raised his leg, and squirted his own piss atop Carter’s, marking the spot and making the fact that he was still the alpha male in this pack. Seeing this, the staff erupted in laughter, some of them holding their sides as they shook. Others laughed so hard that tears streamed along their cheeks. Carter’s humiliation peaked.
Finally, the Hostess led him back into the house, removed the leash and collar and told him, “Dress, Carter, but wear the tie I gave you until bedtime, as a clear reminder of what you’ve gotten yourself into, this week. I’m done with you for today. Be here tomorrow morning at 10.”
“I will, Hostess. Thank you for your attention today. May I humbly kiss your foot before I depart?”
“You may, Carter,” she replied, slipping off her shoe, and letting him press his lips to her instep. She watched him dress after that, and depart.
The next morning, Carter appeared promptly at 10 o’clock. The Hostess stopped him at her doorstep. “Remove your clothing right now, Carter. Put all your clothes into your car, and once that’s done, lock it. Then bring me the keys in your mouth, walking with your hands interlaced behind your head.”
Carter looked left and right. The gardeners were trimming hedges on either side of the door, but they stopped briefly to watch this well dressed gentleman strip himself completely naked, there in the bright sunshine. With as much dignity as he could muster, Carter gathered his clothing into his arms and strode purposefully to his car. He inadvertently mooned one of the gardeners as he leaned in to place his clothes on the car seat. Gripping his keys with his teeth, he placed his hands behind his head, exposing himself completely. His limp cock flopped ludicrously from side to side as he returned to give his keys to the Hostess.
A gardener muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘loco’ as Carter passed him. Carter’s second day of service was off to a nicely demeaning start. As he entered the sitting room with the Hostess, he noticed loose sheets of paper scattered all over the room.
“Fetch all the loose papers to me, but crawl as you do it, and use only your mouth to pick them up and carry them,” she commanded him. She then sat regally on a chair, and watched the nude lawyer scurry around the room. He could only pick up one sheet of paper at a time, and could only do that if he wet his lips enough to make the paper stick to them. He almost had to nuzzle her lap to make the paper come loose from his lips.
The Hostess wondered if Carter could scent that her period had started that morning. Her dogs certainly indicated they could, taking an inordinate interest in her crotch earlier that morning. He mentioned nothing about it, intent on his task. The Hostess was merely keeping him occupied until the girls arrived. Therefore, when Carter had gathered up most of the papers, the Hostess flung a handful from her lap high into the air, and they drifted all over the room anew. She fancied she may have heard a groan of dismay from Carter when she did this. Actually, though, in a way, he was enjoying this mindless task, since focusing upon it took his mind off of his work.
Carter was still gathering papers with his mouth when Helen and Stephanie arrived. They giggled when they saw the task he was performing, making him flush a lovely shade of red. But the Hostess also noticed that Carter’s cock was reacting to the presence of the girls. It was elongating and stiffening, signaling his arousal at being seen nude by the two lovely young women.
Stephanie chortled, “Look at his micro-dick, trying to assert itself.”
Laughing, Helen strolled over to him, leaned down and slapped his dick sharply, saying, “Wake up, you pitiful example of a penis.” Carter winced, but obediently scurried away to pick up more papers.
When all the papers were finally gathered, the Hostess said to Carter, “Stand up to give your knees a rest, and walk with us into the training room.” Carter’s knees made creaking and popping sounds as he came erect, and he winced slightly.
As they entered the training room, they were greeted by the Hostess’ husband, who was holding Benny’s leash. The Rottweiler sat quietly, awaiting a command. The Hostess nodded at her husband, who unhooked Benny’s leash in response. The Hostess then snapped her fingers and Benny romped happily up the ramp that led to the sturdy training shelf with the hole in it.
Stephanie and Helen had been briefed yesterday after Carter left as to what was going to happen today. Stephanie, therefore, quietly walked over to stand beneath Benny. Helen went to stand under the training shelf next to that one.
“Carter, crawl up the ramp onto the shelf above Helen. Position yourself over its opening,” she instructed her submissive. “Make sure you have a good view of Stephanie and Benny, also. I want you to watch her technique very closely.”
Perhaps uncertain that the ramp and shelf would hold his weight, Carter gingerly inched his way upward. Little did he know that those shelves had held fully grown male Great Danes, weighing in at close to 200 pounds. They were very, very sturdy – the Hostess would never risk the well-being of her precious dogs.
Carter watched as Stephanie reached up through the large hole in the shelf and began caressing Benny’s cock, seductively easing it forward from its furry sheath. His gaze was transfixed as the pink, pointed rod slid forward, its surface covered by a network of scarlet blood vessels. He gasped suddenly as Helen’s cool hands took possession of his own cock, gently pumping and stroking it.
“I don’t think it’s fair, Hostess,” Helen complained. “Stephanie’s got a real cock to play with, while I only have this wretched excuse of a dick to work on.”
“We all have our trials in life, Helen,” the Hostess said consolingly. She and Helen were smiling inwardly as they heaped scorn on Carter verbally.
The two young women were in no hurry to milk the semen from the cocks in their hands. They were enjoying the warmth and textures of the males’ members. From time to time they bent a dick downward to briefly wrap their lips around its head, giving it a minor suckle, and a swirl with their facile tongues. Then they’d let it pop out of their mouth, the wetness on its tip cooling, creating a delicious sensation. Both males were now leaking precum, but of course Benny was producing a lot more of it than Carter was. Such a thing is common in canines.
Time passed. Sensations built. Male pelvises started a reflexive humping action. They were getting close, and both young ladies knew it. So did the Hostess, who handed each woman a cup, one marked ‘Benny’ and the other marked ‘Carter’. “OK, my sweet girls. They’re ready. Milk them into those cups. I want you to catch every drop of semen that you can, and drain them to the best of your ability.”
Carter was afraid that if he began to orgasm, his eyes might close in ecstasy, and he’d miss seeing Benny’s ejaculation. And for some perverse reason, he really wanted to see that happen, maybe because of the intent but pleased expression on Stephanie’s face as she felt Benny’s reactions and listened to his warning whines. So he fought off his climax, eyes focused on the tip of Benny’s dick.
One moment nothing was happening. The next, several massive streams of semen jetted from Benny’s cock, expertly caught in the cup held by Stephanie. Since Carter’d been holding off his release, his sensation had built higher than he’d ever experienced before. With an overpowering surge, his entire manhood, from his testicles to the tip of his penis, seemed to undergo a massive contraction, causing a copious amount of semen to spurt into Helen’s cup. And that was only the first spurt. She kept milking his shaft, and he kept spurting, his entire body shaking and shuddering. His eyes did squeeze closed, as if by squeezing his eyelids together he could squeeze even more cum from his convulsing body.
Helen kept pumping his cock, even after it stopped emitting fluids. It’s hypersensitivity made Carter moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He felt as if his contractions were trying to force his testicles themselves out of his cock and into the cup below it. Finally, Helen gave a last stripping action to the length of his shaft, scraping the final drop from the head of his cock against the inner rim of the cup.
Benny had much more stamina than Carter did. A few minutes after he finished cumming, the Rottweiler trotted down the ramp, to be petted and praised by the Hostess, and then led away by a servant. Carter was allowed to remain slumped on his shelf for a good ten minutes, catching his breath and recovering control of his limbs. When he inched his way back down the ramp, he too was petted and praised by the Hostess, in an almost identical manner to the way she treated Benny.
“Have a seat here, Carter,” the Hostess told him, indicating a chair. After he was seated, he was blindfolded. “Can you see anything at all, slut toy?” she asked.
“No, Hostess. I see nothing but black,” he replied.
She silently signaled to Stephanie and Helen to exchange the cups. “Very well. Stephanie and Helen will take turns giving you sips of semen from their cups. You’re to compare and contrast them.”
Carter shook slightly, and gripped the arms of the chair. “But Hostess,” he sputtered, “one of those cups contains dog semen, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, slut boy, it does. And what’s your point?” she said with a haughty tone of voice.
Carter’s Adam’s apple bounced up and down nervously in his throat before he finally answered, “Ummm. Nothing, Hostess. I’m sorry I spoke.”
“Fine. Proceed, Stephanie,” she ordered.
Stephanie gave Carter a sip from the cup she was holding. Carter, thinking it was dog semen, made a strange expression with his lips as he tasted it, but stoically said nothing.
“Helen, your turn,” the Hostess said.
Helen gave Carter a sip of the actual dog semen. Carter imagined it was his own, and after carefully swishing it around on his tongue, smiled tentatively as he swallowed.
“So, Carter, which was preferable?” the Hostess asked.
“I think the second one was, Hostess,” he whispered.
“Oh? And why do you think that?” she queried.
“Well, Hostess, it seemed a bit sweeter and sort of smooth tasting, I think,” he replied.
“You don’t sound fully convinced. Stephanie, give him a better taste of the first one again. Let him drink most of it this time,” the Hostess told her.
Stephanie held the cup to his lips, carefully tilting it as he gamely swallowed the poorer specimen. When she tilted the cup back away, he was indeed making a disapproving curve with his lips as his throat worked to clear his mouth.
“Now, Helen, give him quite a bit from your cup for comparison,” she instructed the grinning woman.
Helen helped Carter drink most of the remaining dog semen. When his throat stopped its swallowing actions, he declared, “I’m certain, Hostess. The semen Helen gave me was definitely preferable in flavor.”
The Hostess pulled his blindfold off. “Excellent,” she stated. “I’m so very pleased that you preferred the dog semen that Benny provided, over your own!”
Carter was shocked when he saw that the cup Helen was holding was clearly marked ‘Benny’. “OMG!” he said, aghast. “It can’t be!”
“There’s still a little left in each cup, slut boy,” the Hostess said, chuckling. “Finish them, and compare as you do.”
Carter took the cup from Stephanie, drank what was left, and followed that by drinking what was left in Helen’s cup. He was speechless for a few moments, then said, “I never would have believed it. But it’s true.”
All three women burst out laughing at his incredulous tone of voice. They all went to the dining room, and this time, Carter was permitted to sit on a chair as the rest of them did, although he was the only one of them who was naked. They dined on a scrumptious repast.
When they were finished, the Hostess had Carter do their dishes. The kitchen staff were instructed to relax and enjoy the sight of a naked man doing the washing up for once. Carter’s cheeks were bright red as the staff pulled up chairs within touching distance to closely observe his actions. Truth be told, they were staring a lot more at his wobbling cock and balls than they were at what his hands were doing. It wasn’t every day that they got such a show.
After he finished washing and drying the dishes, the Hostess led Carter back to the training room. Once there, she put the dog collar back onto his neck and attached a leash. She had him get back down onto his hands and knees, and covered his face with a very realistic dog mask, which let him see clearly, but hid his identity. Lubing up a butt plug with a real-looking dog tail attached to it, she inserted this into his anus, causing him to grunt. Stephanie and Helen watched these proceedings with rapt attention.
“Get ready, girls,” the Hostess told them. The two women adjusted their upper clothing to look eye-fetchingly provocative, removing their bras and leaving the top several blouse buttons undone. They all trooped out to a waiting car, which had two rows of seat for people, behind which was an open space that contained a large dog cage. Carter was loaded into the dog cage, not without some hesitancy on his part.
Helen sat in the front passenger seat, and Stephanie took the seat behind her. The Hostess planned to ride in the seat behind the chauffeur. But before she got in, she wanted to see what people viewing the car from its right side would see. Helen and Stephanie both had their windows wide open, and their seat belts didn’t prevent them from turning sideways to stack their breasts on display atop the window openings.
No nipples or areolae were on view for either the blonde in the front seat, or her red-headed friend behind her. But enough was visible to draw the eyes of onlookers. And, if they tore their eyes away from the women’s mammary displays, they would then see a naked man, cock dangling under his belly, wearing a dog mask and tail, kneeling in a dog cage. The Hostess imagined they would seriously doubt that they’d actually seen that, putting it down to some trick of the light.
She climbed in, and the chauffeur drove them in a long, circuitous route, weaving back and forth through city traffic along the many downtown streets. When they did have to stop at traffic lights, the girls struck up smiling conversations with curious onlookers, for the most part distracting them from looking hard into the rear of the car. But there were occasional loud gasps as Carter was ultimately spotted. Super mortified, he was grateful for the mask, and gradually became thrilled at participating in this strange, zany adventure.
When their journey ended, Carter’s mask was removed so he could kiss all three women’s feet, and was told when to arrive the next day. Just before he dressed to leave, he bent over in front of the women as the Hostess gingerly pulled the butt plug from his ass. It made a rude sound as it emerged, and his ass hole gaped slightly until it disappeared from sight beneath his underpants.
The next morning, the Hostess was alone when Carter arrived. “Strip, and kneel before me, knees well apart,” she told him.
When he’d achieved the proper pose, she asked, “How is your week proceeding, Carter? Is it all you’d hoped for? Please speak frankly.”
He cleared his throat, considering how to answer. He knew what he really wanted, but he was afraid of being too forward. On the other hand, she had requested that he speak his mind. He decided to start with praise. Looking into her eyes, he began, “Hostess, the last two days were amazing. You truly have a gift for creating embarrassing, humiliating situations for me. I get so lost in my emotions that it takes me completely into the submissive state that I crave.” He hesitated, lowering his eyes.
Smiling, she sensed there was something else. “Thank you, Carter. But I believe you’re leaving something out. What is it?” she asked, gently.
“Well, Hostess…” His heart was pounding hard. He was praying she’d be OK with what he was about to say – that she wouldn’t get incensed, and perhaps even throw him out. “That first day, when you told me to worship your foot. I hope you could tell how much that thrilled me.”
Her smile broadened, as she remembered how tingly she had gotten when his lips were pressed with such fervor to her foot and calf. “Yes, I could tell how that moved you. So?”
“S… s… so,” he stammered, “since then, other than a brief kiss on your foot, along with Helen’s and Stephanie’s, I haven’t had the opportunity to use my mouth on you at all.” Whether by coincidence or by design, at this moment his eyes were gazing at her crotch.
“Oh?” the Mistress intoned, her brow arching. “You want to use your mouth on me somewhere else, Carter?” she asked softly. “Where?”
He mumbled an answer, not daring to look at her.
“What? Speak up. I ordered you to speak clearly,” she reminded him.
“Your… your pussy, Hostess. I’ve dreamed about using my mouth there. Please forgive me, if the thought of that offends you.”
“I’m not offended, Carter,” she assured him. “But are you truly certain you want to do this? I’m not sure you’d really enjoy it.”
Heartened by her lack of censure, he boldly stated, “Other women have told me I’m fantastic at cunnilingus, Hostess. I’d love to eat you until you cum.”
“Far be it from me to fail to test your skills, so clearly and passionately stated, slut boy,” she laughed as she stood up. She unhooked and dropped her skirt, and gracefully peeled down her panties, stepping free.
That’s when Carter saw the string dangling from her labia. She was wearing a tampon! She saw the look on his face. Standing arms akimbo, pelvis tilted back to give him a good look, she asked, “Want to change your mind, lowly slut boy?”
To his amazement, rather than repulsion, a perverse sense of excitement swept through him. This might be the greatest debasement he’d ever experienced. The almost taboo nature of eating out the cunt of a menstruating woman struck a chord that jangled through him like a sort of drug. “No, Hostess,” he said, his voice hoarse with rising passion. “I want to eat your cunt until you scream with pleasure.”
She heard the ring of sincerity in his voice, and was elated. She always felt more horny when she was flowing, and usually only her dogs helped her deal with it. Therefore, she sat well forward on a leather chair with her pussy dangling in front of its seat, parted her thighs, and said, “Come. Use your mouth on me,” in a husky voice.
Carter scooted forward on his knees, bent, and seized the tampon string in his teeth. Looking into her face, his eyes glowing with excitement, he leaned backwards, slowly drawing the bloody tampon out of her depths. She felt every thrilling millimeter of its movement.
When her tampon came free, the strong scent of her cunt was intense. Carter turned his head, and the Hostess was briefly worried that he was being put off by that odor. But he was merely turning his head to drop the bloody tampon into the wastebasket next to her chair, rather than risk soiling her floor. That task safely accomplished, his head swiveled back, and his magical lips covered her labia as his tongue began its torrid exploration of her womanhood.
He ate her vigorously. He ate her with obvious gusto. Those lips of his, which had sent shock-waves of pleasure to her pussy when he’d sucked her toes two days before, were much, much more effective on her cunt itself. As soon as he started to suck, lick, and probe with his talented tongue, she gripped the chair arms firmly and moaned long and hard.
His tongue was flipping, deep inside her when he shifted his mouth position slightly, letting his lips include her clit in the gentle suction of his mouth. The sensations peaked. She bucked once, twice, against his mouth, and came. Carter sucked and swallowed the entire time she shook and moaned.
Since he’d accomplished his stated goal of bringing her to orgasm, she expected him to stop at this point. If anything, he got more enthusiastic. Having been told to use his mouth on her cunt, he didn’t probe her with his fingers. But he did manage to slip his hands underneath her butt, cupping each ass cheek in a firm grip, and pulling her harder against his face. His tongue seemed to go deeper now. The Hostess’ eyes were going out of focus as her pleasure built, and perhaps rolling back, as her body was inundated with yet another orgasm. Her knuckles were white with gripping the arms of the chair to stop herself from falling over as she climaxed this second time.
But Carter still kept eating her pussy, relentlessly. “Is he trying to kill me with pleasure?” her mind shrieked, as her heart thudded loudly in her chest, and her lungs sucked massive quantities of air, trying to oxygenate her straining muscles. By now, Carter had lifted her ass completely up off the chair cushion, and he had his eyes closed as he concentrated on using his tongue in her depths, its tip occasionally flicking over her sensitive cervix. His lips were pressing and rubbing on her swollen, throbbing clit, sending jolts of excitement to her core.
Suddenly, the Hostess realized what Carter’s actual goal was. He’d stated it quite clearly. As this third, overwhelmingly massive orgasm crashed through her body, the Hostess took a deep breath, tilted her head back… and… held off for another critical few seconds… then…
She screamed, “I’m cumming!!!” and shrieked and shrieked as her body writhed and shuddered against his all consuming mouth and lips. Her orgasm prolonged… prolonged… and then she finally went limp in his hands. Carter smiled – he’d eaten her until she screamed with pleasure. He lowered her ass gently to the cushion, slid his hands out from under her, and began softly licking and kissing her still pulsating flesh. He was no longer trying to stimulate her – he was humbly cleaning her cunt free of her blood and cum.
Both of them sated, Carter rested his cheek on her warm inner thigh, and basked in the feeling of a job well done in pleasing her. They remained like this, drifting in a drowsy haze of enjoyment, until Stephanie and Helen arrived. A servant showed them into the room. Their eyes widened in surprise as they comprehended what had recently transpired.
Stephanie whispered softly to Helen, “He ate her cunt while she’s having her period!”
Helen responded, “I can see that. To be honest, the thought makes me feel a bit queasy. But they both seem happy.” Stephanie nodded, saying nothing more.
The Hostess gradually opened her eyes, and saw the two young women sitting quietly, watching Carter braced against her naked inner thigh. She smiled, saying, “Welcome, ladies. As you might have guessed, Carter just gave me an amazing performance of cunnilingus.”
Carter opened his eyes upon hearing his name, smiled bashfully, and straightened himself back onto his knees. His cock was more than half turgid, as the memory of his recent actions aroused his libido anew.
“I feel he’s earned a reward for being so focused on pleasuring me. So, before we proceed to what I planned for Carter’s training today, I want to provide him with a special treat. Ladies, please disrobe.”
Stephanie and Helen had no qualms about nudity, either with or without Carter present, as the Hostess knew. In a few minutes, they were as naked as the day they were born, their clothing neatly folded and placed aside. “Everyone follow me into the training room,” the Hostess declared.
Her husband was waiting in the room. He grinned, realizing his spouse was changing her training plan as he saw her lead the trio to a padded bench, about the height of a piano bench, but wider and longer. “Helen, place yourself face up on this bench,” she said. She waited until Helen was positioned, then turned to Stephanie. “Now climb atop your friend, face down, and you can both embrace one another.” Stephanie happily complied, giggling and wriggling as she pressed her warm skin against her friend’s.
Turning to Carter, the Hostess said, “Your reward, Carter, is that you get to lick and finger their pussies until they’re quite wet and aroused. Then I want you to fuck them both to orgasm, and when you start to orgasm yourself, make sure each of them gets a spurt or two of your cum.”
Carter’s eyes lit up with glee. “Yes, Hostess! I’ll do my very best!” Helen and Stephanie looked up at him, winked, and giggled, waggling their pussies invitingly, indicating how favorable they were finding this assignment.
“My dear,” the Hostess told her spouse, “please hold the girls’ ankles on that side, while I hold them on my side. We’ll keep their thighs open for easy access.” Her husband smiled his agreement, and the two of them spread the girls wide open.
Carter straddled the end of the bench, leaned over, and began licking the women’s labia. Their pussies were lined up, stacked atop one another in such a way that his tongue could plow its way in one continuous stroke from one furrow directly into the next, as if it was one long slit. His tongue not only washed their labia until they gleamed, it also forced the swelling labia sideways, exposing both pink vaginal openings.
Carter lifted his torso more upright, easily straddling the bench. His fingers began exploring those exposed tunnels, making the women squirm with delight. Their squirming actions made them grind against one another in a fetching manner. Soon they were kissing passionately as Carter’s fingers plunged in and out of them with loud squishing sounds. The air in the room was filling with the heady perfume of aroused cunts.
Carter shuffled slightly forward, pressed his now fully rampant cock downward, almost parallel to the top of the bench, and aimed carefully. Helen gasped into Stephanie’s mouth as she felt her vaginal ring stretch to accommodate the cock which smoothly slid inward, filling her. Carter pumped his cock inside her for perhaps a minute, then backed up a bit to slide free from Helen. Now it was Stephanie’s turn to gasp as she felt him enter her, and begin fucking her deeply for a minute or two, before re-entering Helen.
The women embraced each other more firmly, holding one another in place as their bodies were buffeted by his thrusts in this alternating fashion. Their cunts were lubricating like mad, drooling onto his cock and onto the bench beneath Helen. His thrusting motions were making their clits press and rub against one another. Their stiffened nipples pressed together, bending and rubbing from the motions of their bodies. They were kissing passionately now, tongues intertwined. The Hostess knew they were getting close to cumming.
Carter was fucking Stephanie when suddenly Helen broke off from kissing Stephanie to groan, “Oh wow! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Apparently, the combination of nipple and clit rubbing, plus Stephanie’s passionate kiss sent her over the edge. Indeed, her cunt gushed, spraying her cum onto Stephanie’s groin and Carter’s cock base and balls.
Helen’s cry and trembling triggered Stephanie’s orgasm. She stiffened, and moaned loudly, “OMG! I am too! Ahhhhhh!” Her body convulsed, and her cunt muscles tightened on Carter’s cock. This proved to be too much for him to hold back any longer.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Carter yelled as he pumped a hot spurt of semen into Stephanie. The Hostess watched as he dutifully yanked his cock free from her just as the second spurt jetted from the head of his cock, splatting all over the outer surfaces of the women’s stacked sexual regions. He managed to shove his dick into Helen, and she screamed with pleasure as she felt his cock twitch inside her as it spewed the next part of his load into her receptive cunt.
Blindly, Carter was now pulling his dick out of one woman, tilting his pelvis and shoving it into someone’s cunt. Sometimes he hit the same cunt twice in a row, and sometimes he spurted while still in transition from one to the other. Needless to say, the whole area was a sticky mess of cum before all three of them came to a shuddering halt. The women were still in a close embrace, kissing again, and Carter had his hands hooked on either side of their torsos, down where their torsos became their thighs. His dick was firmly planted into someone’s cunt, but he’d lost track of whose. Gradually, his cock softened, and slipped free as it went limp.
“Go have a seat in a chair while you recover, Carter,” the Hostess commanded. With a grateful smile, he complied, slumping spent in the chair. She and her husband eased the women’s legs back together, in line with the length of the bench. Everyone had a rest.
After that, servants brought in Benny, Sky, and Domino, the bulldog Carter had seen with the Master’s girl at the party. The Hostess addressed the trio of dogs, “Benny, sit. Sky, sit. Domino, sit.” The dogs promptly sat where they stood, keenly watching their owner for further commands. “OK, ladies,” the Hostess began. “Teach Carter how to masturbate a dog. Carter, you’ll work with Domino.”
She watched as Stephanie and Helen began manipulating their dog’s cock, the naked women carefully showing Carter how to stroke, squeeze and fondle. Carter, blushing furiously, tried to imitate their actions, but it was obvious he wasn’t at all comfortable touching a dog’s penis.
The Hostess leaned close to his head and whispered loudly, “It’s not that different from jacking off your own cock, at which I’m sure you’re quite experienced.” The woman chortled as Carter shyly ducked his head, hating to admit that he indulged in such activity. But his hand grasped Domino’s cock more firmly, and the dog began making sounds of appreciation.
Soon, dog tails, stubby or not, were thumping merrily on the floor as the dogs panted and whined. Canine precum was spraying copiously from the tips of those strangely shaped cocks. A shuddering grunt emerged from Sky’s throat as his cock spewed cum onto Helen’s torso. Once he’d finished, she petted and praised him for being such a good boy.
Benny ejaculated on Stephanie a few minutes later, splattering her chin, neck, breasts, belly and mound. She was awash in canine semen, and beaming happiness. She wrapped her arms around Benny’s neck, hugging and kissing him in gratitude. His lolling tongue lapped her cheek in seeming thanks.
Both women scooted over to flank Carter on either side. “Come on, Carter. Pump him a little faster, and place your other hand around the base of his dick, and press it against his knot,” Helen advised. The women watched avidly as Carter followed those instructions. Carter was so shocked when Domino began spurting that he completely let go of the dog’s cock. No longer being controlled or aimed, dog sperm sprayed all three of them, right in their faces! Carter looked dismayed, but Helen and Stephanie began laughing so hard that they held their sides as they rolled on the floor. The Hostess grinned, happy to see them having such a good time.
After they cleaned up and returned to the sitting room, the Hostess said, “Carter, tomorrow is Wednesday, and you said you had to go to court, correct?”
“Yes, Hostess,” he answered. “It’s my only unbreakable commitment for this week.”
“And what time must you be there?” she inquired.
“I should be at my office by about 9 am, Hostess. And then at the courthouse, starting at 11 am.”
“Very well. Two things. Come over here,” she instructed him. As he stood next to her chair, she produced a metallic cock cage. It was gorgeous – gleaming stainless steel with thin, open parallel bars that ran the short length of a limp cock. Those bars arced together over the point where the cock head would be cradled, and united in a tiny round hole, strategically positioned to let the wearer piss freely. It had a ring through which the wearer’s scrotum could be threaded, and another ring to lock the device around the base of the penis’ shaft. Its overall shape included the slight downward curve typical of a limp, dangling cock. The Hostess took great pleasure in attaching the cage over Carter’s currently shriveled cock. His recent massive ejaculation had depleted it so much that it barely reacted to her touch as she adjusted it snugly on his manhood. She snapped the lock shut.
Carter pulled on his underpants and pants, and everyone looked at the bulge in his crotch. “Ummm. Hostess? I’m not sure I can wear this into the courtroom. The metallic cage shows through my trousers,” he pointed out.
“Don’t worry, Carter. I said there were two things, if you’ll recall. The second is this. Helen will visit your office sometime around 9:30, and I will arrive at about 10:30. Make certain that we’ll be expected by your staff, no questions asked. Do you understand?”
Carter looked a little confused, but repeated back what she’d said, and confirmed that he’d see to it. He shifted his clothing uncomfortably, and headed out to his car. The women giggled together in quiet voices, watching his uncharacteristically awkward gait. Apparently, it would be a while before his body got used to having that sensitive part of his anatomy trapped in the weight of the steel.
The next morning, Carter was in his office when his intercom buzzed and his secretary announced, “Miss Helen is here. The lady you told me to expect, Sir.”
“Thank you, Marcia,” he responded. “Please send her in.”
Helen appeared in his doorway, and carefully shut the door behind herself. She grinned when she saw how much trouble he was having merely trying to get up out of his chair. “Hi, Carter. How’s it hanging?” she said with a chuckle.
He blushed a delicate pink. “It’s very uncomfortable, to be honest, Helen. It was difficult falling asleep. Every time my body shifted, the weight of the cage tugged at me.”
“Does anyone enter your office without knocking?” Helen asked.
“No, they don’t. They know better than to barge in when I’m with a client,” he answered.
“Then open your pants and let me see,” she instructed him, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
His blush deepened as he unbuckled, unzipped, and lowered his trousers and underpants. Helen gave his sexual equipment a close scrutiny, gently lifting the cage, and giving his ball sack a cursory caress, saying, “It looks wonderful on you.”
“I wish you hadn’t touched me like that,” Carter stated. “Now I have the urge to pee.”
“It doesn’t stop you from urinating, does it?” she asked curiously.
“Well, n… no,” he stammered. “It just looks and feels so strange when I do.”
“I see your office has a restroom for just such emergencies,” Helen said, pointing at its open door. “Step out of your pants and underwear, and come with me,” she ordered him.
Together, they entered the restroom, and Helen stood next to the now bottomless lawyer as he faced the toilet. “Go ahead. Piss,” she told him.
“With you watching?” he said incredulously. She only nodded and stared at his cock, eager to see him do it.
It took a minute or two for Carter to relax his muscles in this unusual situation, but finally, a stream of yellow urine emerged from the slit in the head of his glans, passed perfectly through the metal ring that encircled that opening, and tinkled into the toilet bowl. Carter’s humiliation peaked as the strong smell of his piss became evident. Helen made no comment, though, merely enjoying the sight.
When they returned to Carter’s desk, Helen scooped up his trousers and underpants, and took them with her as she climbed under his desk. “Have a seat, Carter, and continue going about your business.”
He was about to complain, “With you under there?” but he knew what the answer would be. Sighing, he sat in his chair and rolled forward to his desk. He had to open his thighs wide to prevent bumping his knees into Helen. “I have to make a few phone calls, Helen,” he informed her.
“You go right ahead, Carter. Just pretend I’m not here,” she giggled.
He began making his morning calls. As he was doing so, his body jerked when something whisked its way over his scrotum. Still talking on the phone, he peered beneath the desk and saw that Helen had produced a long, fluffy feather which she was using to tickle his exposed ball sack.
Gritting his teeth a bit, he continued gamely talking on the phone. Helen swooshed the feather back and forth, teasing his scrotum, then turned her attention to the shaft of his cock, much of which was available through the thin parallel bars that enclosed it. The tantalizing feather danced on his exposed flesh. The stimulated cock tried to swell, but the cage wouldn’t permit that. Its skin pressed hard against the lengthwise bars, and his glans bulged against the bars arcing together over it. This made more of the skin available to the feather.
As the stimulation intensified, Carter emitted a breathy groan right into the phone. There was a pause while the other party apparently asked him what was wrong. “Uh. I must’ve eaten something for breakfast that disagrees with my stomach,” was his hasty reply.
He groaned much louder when Helen took control of the cock cage with one hand, and, wetting the quill tip of the feather in her mouth, carefully used it to probe the slit in the head of his cock. His knees were shaking as he hastily concluded his phone call, telling the other party he’d recontact them when he felt better.
Putting down his phone, he slumped in his chair, gripping the edges of his desk as Helen went back to using the fluffy part of the feather slowly all over the available parts of his manhood. Even though he couldn’t get an erection, his cock could still leak precum, and it was drooling it in scant amounts. This gentle torture continued until his intercom buzzed, and his secretary announced the arrival of ‘Mrs. H’ which was the agreed upon announcement for the Hostess’ visit. A moment later, she swept majestically into his room.
Looking at his strained, sweating face, she asked, “Is Helen under your desk?” He merely groaned and nodded.
The Hostess came around and peered into his lap. She laughed when she saw her girl playfully applying her feather to his cock and balls. “That must be torture, Carter,” she chuckled. Taking pity on him, she said, “You can stop now Helen, and come out from under his desk. Carter, move your chair back and stand up.”
Carter rolled his chair back to let Helen escape from her ‘captivity’ and stood. He was still groaning in a mixture of pain and humiliation as his cock tried to swell, pressing against the stainless steel that confined it.
“It looks like it’s not a good idea to get aroused when caged, Carter,” the Hostess observed, lifting his dangling ball sack for a better look.
Carter grunted and spoke, “I agree, Hostess. I was doing pretty well until your vixen started playing with me.” His voice wasn’t tinged with complaint – he was merely stating a fact.
The Hostess held up a key – the key. “Time to release you,” she said to him.
His expression conveyed deep gratitude. The Hostess inserted the key, gave it a careful twist, and all three of them heard the tiny lock snick open. She gently worked it off the shaft and head of his cock, and freed his ball sack from the encircling restraint, prodding his testicles one at a time through the opening. His cock, freed, inflated slightly. It had angry looking red lines where the skin had pressed hard against the cage bars.
“Helen, look what you did to his cock,” the Mistress chided her. “Kiss it and make it all better.” Helen began lovingly using her mouth and lips all over his delicate penile flesh. Carter sighed with relief. “But don’t get carried away, Helen. He’s due in court soon, so no orgasm.”
Helen nodded, mouth still busy. When she stopped, she checked his dick from all angles, making certain that the red mottling had disappeared. “All fixed now, Hostess,” she informed the dominant woman.
The Hostess observed that Carter’s cock was now semi-turgid. It wasn’t curved up and rampant, but the extra blood it now contained made it’s head droop downward, almost to his mid-thigh region. “That’s perfect for what I have in mind now,” she said. While Carter watched with a shocked expression, the Hostess pulled out a roll of medical tape, and proceeded to tape his cock shaft to his left thigh. She wrapped the tape several times around his entire thigh, snugging his cock shaft firmly against that thigh. She deliberately left its head completely exposed.
“You were worried that the cock cage would bulge against your trousers. Now nothing should bulge against your pants at all. Put your underpants and pants back on, and let’s have a look,” she told him.
By the time Carter leaned over to gather his underpants and stick first one foot and then the other through its openings, a tiny dribble of precum emerged from his glans and glistened on his thigh. “I think you find this method of trapping your cock arousing, Carter. Right?”
He was struggling to pull on his trousers as he quietly confirmed her assumption, saying, “Yes, I do, Hostess.” He stood fully upright, and there was no evidence of his trapped penis, other than the fact that his stance involved keeping his thighs apart a tiny bit more than usual.
“Can you walk freely, Carter?” the Hostess asked.
He experimented, carefully moving around his desk, before replying, “I can indeed, Hostess. Thank you for asking.”
“OK. It looks like its time you left for the courthouse. We’ll accompany you, and watch your performance from the visitors section.”
He made no protest, and all three of them went to the courthouse, where the Hostess and Helen watched the proceedings, fascinated by seeing Carter in his normal lawyer role. He appeared to be quite accomplished in his career, from what they could tell. He betrayed no problems with having his cock restrained against his thigh, probably because he was so focused on his job that no hint of arousal crept in.
Hours later, when court was adjourned, the Hostess led Carter to the back seat of her waiting car. The rear windows were darkly tinted, so Carter made no protest when the Hostess had Helen take down his pants, while she herself carefully unwrapped the medical tape, finally freeing his cock.
Carter was told when to show up at the Hostess’ house the next day, and each woman gave his dick a few soft kisses and loving pumps to thank him for being such a good sport. Pulling up and fastening his pants, Carter said good night to them, and headed for his own car.
The next day, Carter, dressed elegantly, arrived in the early afternoon, as scheduled. Entering the house, he dutifully stripped as per the instructions he received the day before, after his time in the courtroom. His clothes went onto hangers, to prevent them from getting wrinkled. Naked now, he knelt in the center of the room, knees well apart, exposing himself, as he awaited the appearance of the Hostess.
Perhaps ten minutes later, she walked in, wearing black leather thigh boots, and a well-fitting black leather corset. The corset emphasized her narrow waist, while pressing upward on her tits in such a manner that they threatened to spill out over its top. She watched his reaction as he drank in the sight of her. It was a very positive reaction. His cock, which had been drooping down over his ball sack, thickened and rose.
Carter hadn’t even noticed that Stephanie and Helen followed the Hostess into the room. This was remarkable, since both of those lovely women were stark naked. He seemed to only have eyes for the Hostess, especially since the region from the tops of her thigh boots to the bottom of her corset was devoid of clothing. He licked his lips, perhaps remembering his oral service to her days earlier.
Carter wasn’t able to ignore the two younger women for long, though. They ended up standing on either side of him as he knelt. Bending over, they positioned their bodies so that his shoulders touched their breastbones, and their tits ended up snuggling against both his back and his chest. Helen took hold of his cock, while Stephanie grasped his scrotum. “Good afternoon, slut boy,” they said in unison. Carter’s cock throbbed in Helen’s hand, and his testicles squirmed across Stephanie’s palm.
“I think he’s glad to see us,” Helen reported, grinning.
“And it feels like he’s got an especially big load in this,” Stephanie added, lifting his ball sack slightly.
“He’d better,” the Mistress agreed. “He didn’t cum at all yesterday. Unless he masturbated last night. Did you masturbate yesterday or today, worm?” she asked him.
His crimson flush signaled that the whole discussion of such a private act was demeaning, but he mumbled, “No, Hostess. I didn’t.”
Cognizant of his discomfort, the Hostess pressed the issue. “Do you ever masturbate, slut? Do you ever touch yourself? Play with yourself?”
He squirmed, his face getting hotter and redder. “Yes, Hostess. Sometimes,” he whispered. The two young women draped on his shoulders giggled into his ears when they heard this confession.
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t recently,” the Hostess stated. “We’re looking forward to a nice volume today. Oh, by the way, Carter. Have you ever been fucked in your ass?”
Carter’s mouth opened and closed. He was momentarily speechless. “Me? Fucked in my ass?” he choked out, incredulous. “No. No, I haven’t,” he protested, as if his manhood was on trial.
The Hostess grinned. “There’s always a first time. Follow us into the training room, you miserable piece of trash.” She was getting a little more comfortable with the verbal insults, since she knew Carter craved them.
“Stand here, and bend over, bracing your hands on your knees, slut,” she told the submissive lawyer. “Two days ago, you got to fuck both of my girls. Today, it’s you that’s going to be fucked.” So saying, she began slathering his ass crack with cool lubricant.
Carter gasped and groaned as the Hostess started working the lube into his ass hole with her fingers. “May we help?” Helen asked.
“Certainly, girls,” she answered. “Take over while I put on my strap-on. Work that lube deep inside him, and stretch his ass hole as wide open as you can with your fingers.”
Carter felt the indignity of having two women working their fingers into his nether region. He could imagine they were gleefully watching their fingers penetrate his puckered hole, whose muscles clenched in protest at this invasion. He swiveled his head, and saw the Hostess stepping into a harness, which seemed to have two dildos attached, one long and one short, pointing in opposite directions. He quickly learned why, as the Hostess inserted the shorter dildo into her own cunt, anchoring the harness into position, whereupon she fastened its waist belt just beneath the edge of her corset.
“He’s staying very tight,” Stephanie complained, as Carter’s anal muscles again forced her finger outward.
The Hostess sauntered over behind him. Suddenly, there was a loud ‘crack’ sound of flesh on flesh as the Hostess’ palm spanked one of his ass cheeks, hard. Carter yelped in protest. “Hush up, and relax this opening, you unspeakable piece of excrement.” Her hand spanked his other ass cheek as she said this.
Carter felt tears of shame trickle down his cheeks, but his heart was thumping wildly. This sort of attention was what he truly craved and savored. Submitting, he willed his anal ring to relax as much as he could, and the two young women, adding more lubricant, were now able to get two fingers each into his anus, starting to dilate his opening.
The Hostess came around to his front. “Since you’re leaning over so nicely, you may as well get my dildo wet. You’ll find your saliva will make its insertion much more tolerable.” She placed the dildo before his lips.
He looked at it through his tears. It looked huge. He couldn’t believe it would fit into his ass. Opening his mouth, he had to stretch his lips around its bulbous head. He slobbered on it rather frantically. The distraction of the dildo in his mouth took his mind off the fingers shoving lubricant into his ass hole. Helen whistled appreciatively, saying, “There! It’s really opening now.” Indeed, she and Stephanie were able to peer quite a good distance into his anal canal now.
“Excellent. Fuck toy,” she said, addressing Carter while pulling the dildo out of his mouth, “get up onto that bench over there, making sure your cock pokes down through its hole.”
Carter looked and saw a slightly elevated padded bench at the same time the women pulled their fingers out of his ass. He climbed atop it, and let his semi-flaccid penis dangle down through its opening.
“Spread his ass cheeks for me, girls,” the Hostess demanded. Carter felt four hands sink into his buttocks, two into each cheek, and pull his flesh sideways. This not only exposed his puckered opening, it stretched it open significantly. “Perfect,” the Hostess purred, straddling both the bench and the back of his thighs. Carter briefly felt the hot, smooth skin of her inner thighs pressed against the back of his own thighs.
Then he felt the dildo.
He gave a guttural sound which blended a grunt and a scream as the dildo slid into an opening that up until now had only experienced things going out of it! The hands on his ass pinned him in place, so he couldn’t slide forward on the bench to escape the anal onslaught. There was no actual damage, since his opening was so well lubed, but the curious sensation of having his rectum stretched wide and filled from the wrong end was frightening. He started hyperventilating.
“Calm down, you wretched thing,” the Hostess chided him. “Take slow, deep breaths and concentrate on relaxing and letting the dildo in. You might learn you enjoy being fucked. If nothing else, you’ll get some first hand experience in what anal sex can feel like to your female partners.” She addressed Helen and Stephanie, advising them, “You can let go of his ass now and get into position and start.”
“Yes, Hostess,” both women chimed. Helen went sideways under the hole in the bench, placing herself on her back. Stephanie knelt down, straddling Helen’s face, and reached under the bench to grasp Carter’s cock, which seemed to have shrunk even more when the Hostess started fucking his ass. Her hands were beginning to massage his limp noodle as Helen gave her first tentative lick to Stephanie’s pussy.
After a few minutes, a rhythm had been established. The Hostess was grasping Carter’s hips and fucking and grinding against his ass. This also had the effect of shoving the smaller dildo around inside her cunt, and mashing her clit against Carter’s ass. Her cunt was leaking its juices down onto his thighs.
Carter was finally relaxing into a state of submission, mentally opening his ass to accept it being fucked by this gorgeous woman. His cock was recovering, engorging, enjoying the pumping actions produced by Stephanie’s hands, which also caressed his ball sack from time to time, urging his semen to rise. Even though intellectually he felt mortified at having his ass fucked, his body was awash with pleasure sensations now. He was actually moaning things like, “Oh god, I love this! Please keep fucking me! And pump my cock! Yes! Oh yes!”
Stephanie was in bliss. Not only did she have a fat, stiff cock in her hands to play with. Not only did she have an excellent view of the Hostess’ dildo plunging in and out of Carter’s ass. She also had the talented mouth and tongue of her friend Helen, teasing and tormenting her pussy in the most delicious way! Undoubtedly Helen’s face and hair were smeared with the fragrant juices dripping and drooling out of Stephanie’s cunt.
Helen didn’t mind one iota. She loved the opportunity to eat out her friend. Her juices tasted fantastic, and Helen was drilling deep into her friend’s vaginal well, seeking more and more to drink. She blindly reached up, one hand finding Stephanie’s clit, the other tweaking and caressing her nipples. Helen could tell Stephanie was about to cum, and wanted her to flood her mouth when she did.
Everyone was in an intensely aroused state. Lust became tangible. The Hostess was tasting the heady sensation of bucking her pelvis against Carter’s ass, watching his ass flesh wobble with each firm impact, and hearing him pleading for more. It seemed everyone was holding at the peak of their arousal, staving off their building climaxes for as long as they could, savoring the tingling energies expanding in their cores.
Stephanie finally lost it. She screamed, “OMG, Helen! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” As she discharged her pussy juices into Helen’s sucking mouth, her hand pumped Carter’s cock extra hard and fast, while her other hand milked and gave his scrotum carefully controlled squeezes.
Carter lost it at this point. As he gave out a howling cry of “Oh fuck!”, his cock started spewing copious discharges of his hot, sticky semen down onto Helen. Stephanie was aiming those spurts, letting them splat all over Helen’s generous tits. There was so much cum that, once Helen’s tits were coated, Stephanie pumped the remainder onto Helen’s tummy. Her belly button became a swimming pool for Carter’s sperm.
Helen was so aroused by Stephanie cumming into her mouth and Carter ejaculating onto her naked flesh that she also climaxed, her scream of release muffled by Stephanie’s cunt, which was still covering her mouth.
Hearing and seeing everyone else in orgasm, the Hostess pressed her strap-on all the way into Carter’s depths, and began grinding her pelvis against his ass. His ass cheeks quivered against her as they contracted rhythmically, trying to launch even more semen from his depths. The angle of the strap-on now pressed its head against Carter’s prostate, giving him an ecstatic sensation he’d never before felt. Trying passionately to keep feeling that sensation, he bucked back against the Hostess over and over, sending her over her peak. She cried out an unintelligible string of syllables as she gripped Carter’s hips and came.
Time was suspended as they all drifted in a state of bliss for a while. Stephanie watched the Hostess ease the strap-on out of Carter’s ass, listening to his groan, unable to determine if the groan was one of relief, or one of complaint that his anus was empty again. She herself lifted her cunt off of Helen’s face.
No longer straddling Carter and the bench, the Hostess smacked his ass playfully now, saying, “Get your lazy bones off this bench. Helen’s body’s all gooey with your cum, slut boy. Get down there and lick her clean.”
Sheepishly, Carter complied, tongue bathing the reclining woman, seeking every bit of his semen. His ass felt strangely open, air entering and leaving the still gaping hole.
When the Hostess was satisfied that he’d done a thorough job, she ordered the submissive lawyer to take a shower, so he could dress for dinner afterward. After a servant took Carter away for his shower, the Hostess told the girls, “You’re both hot and sweaty, and you smell like sex. Your dogs will love you.”
Benny and Sky were brought in, and they quickly covered their bitches, mounting and pounding their cunts, to the women’s delight. The women kept their asses up high, encouraging the males to knot their cunts and fill them with a plentiful amount of semen. The dogs cooperated. Once their knots diminished enough to disengage from the flooded cunts, a servant removed them as the Hostess applied a judicious amount of medical tape to their labia, sealing most of the dog cum inside. Carter knew nothing about what the girls had done.
The women then blotted the sweat from their bodies, and all three dressed for dinner. They had dinner reservations for 4 at the elegant ‘La Maison d’André’ – a very posh establishment, with its dim, candlelit ambiance, and long, low white tablecloths, and sparkling crystal ware and gleaming table settings. The Hostess wore a long, shimmering white gown that sheathed her to her feet. The younger girls wore exquisite dresses that ended at mid-thigh, revealing their lovely legs to great advantage.
Carter wore his suit, whose fine tailoring bespoke its quality. The staff of the restaurant greeted them warmly, and seated them at an intimate table. Service was excellent, but not obsequious, so they had privacy between courses. During such an interlude, the Hostess whispered to Carter, “Get under the table, and service my two girls orally until they cum. For each one, slip her panties off first, and hand them to me, then eat her cunt. If a waiter comes over, we’ll explain your absence, if necessary.”
In the dim light, Carter’s pupils dilated even more as the concept both shocked and excited him. Glancing around carefully, he slid quietly under the table. Stephanie felt his hands go under her skirt to grasp the sides of her panties, so she lifted her butt slightly to help him remove them. As he was placing Stephanie’s panties into the Hostess’ lap, the young girl quietly peeled off the tape that was sealing her labia shut. Consequently, when Carter brought his lips to her cunt, poked his tongue inside her, and began sucking, he got a mouthful of dog semen!
He recognized immediately what it was, by its sweet, smooth, almost ‘inky’ taste. Worried that if he unsealed Stephanie’s cunt even a little bit, the odor of dog semen would escape into the air of the restaurant, Carter sucked hard, trying to empty the woman’s cunt with vacuum.
Stephanie felt the amazing sensation of the fluids being pulled forcefully from her depths. Benny’s sperm had flooded not only her vagina, but also had filled her uterus to capacity. As Carter sucked all the dog cum from her vaginal tunnel, she could feel the weirdly erotic experience of fluids almost vibrating her cervix as the suction forced them to flow outward. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, eyes closing, and head tilted back.
At this critical moment, the Hostess saw a waiter approaching. Thinking quickly, she lifted a wine glass to Stephanie’s lips, saying, “Now keep your eyes closed as you sample this wine. I want to to focus on its ‘mouth feel’ and give me your honest opinion.”
In response to the waiter’s inquiry as to whether they needed anything, the Hostess replied, “Thank you. We’re fine right now. I’ll signal if we need something.” The waiter bowed and moved away just in time. Stephanie could no longer hold back the groan that formed in her throat.
Carter was eating her frantically, worried that his absence from the table might be noticed. And for her part, she wasn’t holding back at all. The sexy feelings emanating from her cunt, and the naughtiness of being orally serviced in a public place, quickly sent her over the edge. She stifled a cry as she came, and her shaking was barely noticeable in the dim light.
Now it was Helen’s turn. She helped Carter remove her panties, and as he placed them in the Hostess’ lap, she too, undid the tape that was holding Sky’s cum inside her. This time, Carter was expecting to find dog cum in the woman’s cunt, and he wasn’t disappointed. He was still worried about being discovered – what if a curious waiter lifted the edge of the tablecloth and caught him eating Helen’s pussy? Think of the outrage! The accusations! The scandal! Curiously enough, those very thoughts aroused Carter to new heights of passion. Helen had never felt cunnilingus like this!
She slumped a little in her seat, widening her thighs, offering her fragrant cunt to his ravenous mouth. Closing her eyes to focus on the almost electrical currents of arousal Carter was generating at her cunt, she unconsciously raised one of her hands to cup and squeeze one of her breasts. The Hostess leaned over and used a napkin to ‘dab’ at Helen’s other breast, as if brushing something off. This not only shrouded what Helen’s hand was doing – it also stimulated her other tit as well. Helen growled a low, deep sound in her throat, and clamped her thighs against Carter’s cheeks as her cunt exploded into his mouth.
Carter felt Helen’s body shaking as the vibrations from those tiny convulsions were transmitted through her thighs into his cheeks. Gradually, Helen relaxed, and her thighs released his head from being mashed against her cunt. He licked her labia clean, as best he could, and felt the Hostess slipping a napkin under the table to him, to let him blot his face dry. She waited until an opportune moment, then whispered, “Come up now, Carter.”
He slid back up into his seat. His hair was quite disheveled, causing the women to grin. “What?” he asked.
“Go to the men’s room and comb your hair, cunt connoisseur,” the Hostess ordered. Sheepishly pleased with his new appellation, he did just that. When he looked in the mirror, he saw why the women had found his appearance so laughable. He had a laugh about it, himself, as he adjusted his appearance to something presentable again.
The entire dinner was marvelous. Carter’s only regret was that after swallowing so much dog and female cum, he barely had room for dessert! As they parted, the Hostess told him, “Get a good night’s sleep, and show up at my house just after 1 pm. Oh, yes. Leave your clothes in your car.”
Carter arrived just before 1 pm, to give himself time to remove his clothing at his car. It was a cool, brisk day, so he shivered while he waited for 1 pm to pass, so he could arrive ‘just after’, as he’d been commanded. He was meticulous in such details. The Hostess, watching him through her curtains, smiled as she saw him hopping up and down naked, embracing himself to keep warm, glancing at his watch.
By the time Carter entered her house, his cock was quite shriveled from the cold afternoon. That was just as well, because she greeted him with that cock cage he’d worn two days earlier, easily securing it onto his tiny, limp dick.
“Are you cold, micro-dick boy?” she asked, superfluously.
“To be honest, yes Hostess,” he managed to reply, using teeth that threatened to chatter as he spoke.
She sat on the edge of a chair, drawing her skirt hem up to expose her bare thighs. “Position yourself across my knees for a spanking, worm,” she commanded.
Hastily, he complied, feeling the warmth of her thighs at his belly and upper thighs, as she let his caged cock dangle in between. She placed a hand between his shoulder blades to keep his head down, and his ass well up. He began to feel the blood rushing towards his inverted head.
The first crack of her palm across his buttocks was loud in the quiet room. He jerked and winced on her lap. She swatted him again. He groaned. “Remember, I’m not punishing you, boy,” she told him. “This is just to warm you up again.” She proceeded to spank his ass, keeping him pinned in place with one hand while she struck with the other. His ass got warm, and then hot. Blood rose in his buttocks until they glowed bright red.
It was at this point that the house maid entered the room, at the time the Hostess had specified.
“Oh good, Veronica. You’re here,” the Hostess said in acknowledgment.
Carter had been oblivious to anything other than the impacts on his now heated ass. Hearing what the Hostess said, he swiveled his head and caught sight of the maid, standing there, watching. Knowing what she must be seeing – him naked, over the Hostess’ knees, being spanked – embarrassed him so much that his cheeks and neck took on the same red hue as his buttocks.
With a final slap on his ass, the Hostess told Carter, “Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head.”
He scrambled to his feet, feeling like he’d been caught doing something naughty. As he assumed the position, the maid’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw the bright, stainless steel cage attached to his cock. However, she made no comment, just grinned at his discomfort.
“Veronica, we need to dress this miserable excuse for a man in suitable attire for his duties this afternoon. Please give me your clothing, and we’ll see what’s feasible,” the Hostess explained. Of course, Veronica had been forewarned that this was going to happen, so, smiling, she nodded, set down her feather duster, and began disrobing.
She removed her traditional maid’s hat, unpinning it from her hair. The costume that she wore today was in two pieces, the bodice separate from the poofy, frilly skirt, which left her belly bare. She shrugged the bodice free from her shoulders, and lifted the black, silken material carefully off over her head. This revealed the black, lacy bra with its white trim, which encased her generous breasts.
Reaching behind her back, she grinned impishly as she unhooked her bra, and leaned forward to let the cups fall away, freeing her marvelous tits which swayed enticingly under her slightly shimmying torso. Veronica was enjoying this game.
Carter would have enjoyed the game too, if his cock hadn’t been caged. As it was, his male member was attempting to engorge, seeing this delightful woman stripping before his eyes. Attempting, and failing. The cage painfully prevented such an action.
Meanwhile, Veronica was unhooking and unzipping her skirt, and letting it drift to her ankles. Stepping out of the skirt, she turned her back to them both, looking over her shoulder, and with a slow, smooth movement bent over as she slid her panties downward, uncovering her ass in a very erotic manner. Stepping out of her panties, she spun around, tilting her pelvis back to display her pussy as she twirled those panties on her finger.
“Wonderful, Veronica. Well done,” the Hostess complimented her. “You may leave your stockings on. They’ll never fit him. I think only the bra and the skirt will work. Please dress him in those, plus the hat.”
Carter had to stand there, passively, and suffer the indignity of having this virtually naked woman dress him like a maid. She managed to get the skirt to fasten around his slim waist. And the bra barely fit on his chest, held there by the very last hook on its rear strap. She pinned the frilly maid’s hat into his hair.
The Hostess looked at the results. “Good, but those bra cups look pitiful like that. Stuff them with tissues, please.”
In doing so, Veronica perhaps spent more time fondling his chest than was absolutely necessary. But eventually, the Hostess indicated being pleased with the effect. “Carter, thank Veronica for loaning you her clothes, and helping you dress.”
“Thank you, Veronica,” he said, politely, even though he felt like a fool, being dressed like this.
“No, you idiot. Not like that,” she chided. Pressing a hand down on his shoulder, the Hostess got Carter onto his knees, grabbed the back of his head, and pushed his face against Veronica’s pussy. “Thank her properly, cunt connoisseur.”
Carter got the idea. His lips fastened to the woman’s sex, and he began eating this exotic new pussy. Veronica widened her stance, and held his head against her groin, beginning to moan with pleasure. The Hostess helped brace the maid upright and watched as Carter brought her to a shuddering orgasm. As the woman gasped deep breaths, shivering in post-orgasmic shocks, the Hostess whispered loudly to her, “At least we found something he’s good at.” She gave the maid a fond kiss, and let her go take a rest.
Handing Carter the feather duster, she said, “Clean all the tables and bookshelves in this room. Oh, but wait. I forgot one detail.” So saying, she went to the training room and returned with a spreader bar. She attached this to his ankles, wide enough that his feet were more than shoulder width apart, making his movements more of an ordeal. She then sat comfortably, watching her new ‘maid’ struggling to move about the room, flicking dust off its many, many surfaces.
He was still doing this when the Hostess heard her friends’ car arriving. Going over to Carter, she detached the spreader bar, telling him, “I’ve invited several of my friends over for tea. You’ll go now to the door to greet them and invite them in. The normal doorman will be observing you, to see that you do this properly.”
Feeling quite ridiculous, he padded barefoot to the door. Opening it, he painted a strained smile on his face, while tilting his hips forward slightly, letting the skirt hide his caged cock. “Greetings, ladies,” he croaked from humiliation. Getting better control of his voice, he continued, “Welcome to the home of the Hostess.” He tried and failed to ignore their various looks of shock, surprise, and amusement, along with their gasps and laughter.
His face got heated as they scanned him up and down, taking in the costume. One of them said, “You’d think he’d opt for falsies in that bra, rather than tissues. What are we, back in high school?”
All the rest of them tittered at that comment, while Carter wished he could vanish from sight. Of course, his embarrassment was blended with the thrill he got from abject humiliation. The Hostess was still working her magic. He led them into the sitting room, where they were warmly greeted by the Hostess. The door servant nodded his approval to her, indicating that Carter had performed adequately.
One of the women said, “So tell us, my dear, who or what is this?” She pointed at Carter.
“Oh, he’s one of my playthings,” she responded. “He’s actually a little sissy slut, as you can see. I hope you’ll find him entertaining. He’s actually rather worthless, though.”
Carter was mortified as all the eyes were trained on him. Time seemed to stand still as they looked.
But a few minutes later, all the women were seated comfortably around the sitting room, while tea and tea sandwiches were served by one of the staff. The Hostess handed Carter a small hand broom and a dustpan, saying, “Crawl around cleaning the floor here. I don’t want to find a speck of dust or a crumb on my carpet.”
He got onto his knees, holding the dustpan in one hand and the broom in the other as he crawled. He tried not to turn his back on anyone, fearing the poofy skirt’s angle would expose his still warmed ass cheeks. But it was impossible. The women were stationed all around the room. No matter which way he crawled, sweeping with his hand broom, his ass was on display to one or more of them.
At first, many looked away, shyly. But finally one of them noticed the steely gleam between his thighs. “What’s that between his legs?” she asked, curious.
“Oh, that’s a cock cage. It keeps him out of mischief,” the Hostess explained.
“May we have a better look?” her friend asked.
“Certainly. Slut boy, stand up, come over here, and remain with your legs apart,” she commanded.
Carter struggled to his feet, his knees protesting. He walked to the spot indicated, and stood still, heart pounding with submissive excitement at once again being the focus of everyone’s attention.
“Feel free to lift his skirt for a better look,” the Hostess said, graciously.
The woman who asked for a better look lifted his hem up to his belly. All of the women leaned in to view his tiny, trapped cock in its silvery cage. His ball sack drooped underneath the metal device. Sounds of ‘ooo’s and ‘aaa’s spread through the women as they gazed.
Another friend asked, “May we touch?”
“Of course. You’re my guests, My toy is your toy,” the Hostess informed them, smiling.
Hands reached out. Carter felt fingers poking his cock shaft and head through the bars. Other fingers and palms were lifting his scrotum, rubbing it. Someone was delicately scratching his perineum with a long fingernail, making him shift his weight from one foot to the other.
The abject humiliation tripped an internal switch, and Carter sank into a deeply submissive state. He mentally opened himself to the probing, scratching, and ball fondling. His cock tried to swell, but the painful pressure of the cage soon made it go flaccid again. Examined and fondled by all these strangers – these lovely women – and he wasn’t permitted to get an erection! Torture indeed!
The Hostess’ friend Sally whispered something into her ear. The Hostess looked surprised. “You’d do that in front of all of us?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
Sally blushed delicately, nodded and whispered, “You said your toy was our toy, and I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks. Do you think he can make me cum?”
The Hostess murmured back, “He can try. He’s actually fantastic at cunnilingus. Do you want to remove your skirt and panties? Or just hold your clothing aside?”
As Sally began undoing her skirt as a reply, the other women’s eyes widened in slight shock. “Sally, what are you doing?” one of them asked.
“You’ll see,” the Hostess answered. She went to the training room and fetched a training chair. The women noted its unusual design, with its seat in a U-shape, with the open edge facing forward. In the back of the seat were two holes surrounded by thick rubber gaskets. The Hostess seated Sally, who was now naked from the waist down, into the chair.
She then cuffed Carter’s hands behind his back. Placing him on his knees she made him hobble over to Sally’s chair. Knowing what was expected of him, he leaned in and started eating her pussy, his nose pressed against her mound for balance, his blasts of warm air from his nose washing over her clit as his tongue lapped her cunt.
Seemingly oblivious to the other women watching, Sally gripped the arms of the chair and tilted her pelvis slightly. Carter made loud, lewd noises as he ate her cunt with gusto. He really enjoyed this sort of submissive behavior, and he also wanted to please the Hostess, by making this stranger orgasm.
The Hostess was watching the faces of her friends. She saw that although one of them was exhibiting a sense of shyness, the rest were staring avidly, perhaps enviously. One of those, Cassandra, caught her attention and beckoned. As the Hostess approached, Cassandra whispered in her ear, not wanting to break everyone’s focus on Sally and Carter. The Hostess looked fully into Cassandra’s face a moment, making certain she was serious, then nodded her agreement. Without disturbing the tableau of cunnilingus, the Hostess went momentarily into the training room to fetch a piece of equipment.
When she returned, she found Sally shrieking, and bucking her cunt on Carter’s face, obviously cumming hard. The other women, even the shy one, were applauding and cheering. Sally vibrated in the chair as Carter drank her cum, and licked her carefully clean. When his mouth came away, everyone saw her puffy labia, capped by her still enlarged, gently pulsating clit. Sally’s hand came down to rub herself slowly, savoring the erotic sensations.
Meanwhile, Cassandra boldly stripped completely. Her nude body glowed with health and vitality. Carter’s eyes bulged when he noticed her standing like that. Cassandra and the Hostess helped Sally to a comfortable seat, and Cassandra took her place on the training chair. Scooting her pussy forward off the end of its seat, she fluffed up her auburn pussy hair, then used her fingers to part her labia. Her vaginal vestibule glistened with moistness.
While Carter was absorbed in that sight, the Hostess brought a special gag to his mouth, making him open his lips and teeth. The gag had a small penis pointing inward – this went into Carter’s mouth – and another, normal size penis, pointing forward. The Hostess strapped the gag firmly into place on Carter’s head.
Cassandra, exhibiting a streak of dominance, beckoned Carter with a finger, saying, “Come here, slut. Fuck my pussy with that dildo mouth of yours.” She pointed at her open cunt for emphasis. A collective gasp went up from the other women, hearing her confident control of the handcuffed, gagged male on his knees before her.
Carter, kneeling helplessly before this personification of dominant womanhood, was in heaven. He shuffled forward again, and began gently poking the tip of the dildo into the woman’s open wetness. She didn’t assist him, other than holding her labia apart, to provide him a clear view of his target.
Gradually, the tip of the penis dampened, sliding in deeper with each movement of Carter’s head. Cassandra demanded, “Come on, you wretched fucker. Fuck me with that thing! Put some effort into it, you lowly worm!” Carter’s heart accelerated, being verbally abused was such a turn-on for him. His breath whistled in and out of his nose as he clenched his teeth on the small penis in his mouth, and started pounding the dildo in and out of Cassandra’s cunt. She let go of her labia, sitting back.
What a view he had! Her gaping pussy, topped by her prominent clit getting larger and smaller as he thrust in and out. Looking up past her mound, he could see her gorgeous tits, bobbing and swaying as her breathing deepened. And up past those nipple-capped mountains, her face – her imperious expression, demanding that he worship her in this manner. His caged penis was crying out, trying to stiffen with his excitement, but he was so intent on making this seeming goddess cum, that he ignored that pain.
Cassandra was determined not to touch herself. She wanted this submissive man to do all the work. And work he did. His brow was sweating with effort. His shoulders were straining as he subconsciously tried to pull his arms forward, restrained from doing so by the handcuffs on his wrists. His head was jarring back and forth so rapidly that his maid cap flew off. His eyes gleamed with happiness and desire. Desire to make this woman climax.
Cassandra saw that look – that intensity – and it was as if a switch was thrown deep in her core. She felt her whole body begin coruscating as pleasure raced through her like an electrical shock. For the first time in her life, her cunt actually ejaculated! Exploded. Sprayed Carter’s face with her cum. Everyone gasped except Carter, whose mouth was gagged, and Cassandra herself, because she was busy screaming with wondrous delight.
He dutifully kept fucking her with the dildo until she reached down to grasp his head and say, “Enough.” The Hostess thought she detected a tone of fondness expressed in that single word. Indeed, Cassandra looked at the Hostess, and asked, “Will you please free his penis from that cage?”
“If you wish, Cassandra. You’re my guest, so you only need to ask,” she replied.
“In that case, can a servant fetch me some yarn or twine, and a plate?” Cassandra asked.
A few minutes later, Carter was standing, still handcuffed, as the Hostess unlocked and removed his cock cage, taking off the maid skirt at the same time, but leaving the bra on him. Cassandra, still nude and seemingly very comfortable in being so, had picked up the feather duster. She began flicking it teasingly all over Carter’s balls and cock. Soon the angry red marks on the cock’s shaft from the cage bars faded, and it achieved its full, rampant turgidity.
Cassandra then took the twine and began looping it around and around his ball sack between its top and the base of his cock’s shaft. Loop after loop of twine gradually forced his scrotum and testicles down and away from his cock. The skin on his scrotum, normally wrinkled, took on a smooth texture as it was stretched over his testicles. Cassandra tied off the twine.
“Now please uncuff this wretch,” she told the Hostess.
Once Carter’s hands were free, Cassandra said, “Play with yourself for our amusement, slut toy. Make yourself cum on this plate. We’ll see if you have much juice in those ugly little balls of yours. Whatever you do have, you’ll be licking off that plate as we watch.” The Hostess was happy to hear how powerful Cassandra was in such a situation. She knew she could learn much from this friend, a newfound source of inspiration.
Carter was acutely embarrassed to be forced to put on a show for the women this way. Masturbating while they watched. Needless to say, he was thrilled by that embarrassment. He began stroking his shaft. But as his pleasure began, his balls tried to rise, and couldn’t. Their struggle upward against the encircling twine generated pain, exactly as Cassandra intended.
All the women had caught on that they were to verbally abuse this male. “Come on, slut boy! Jack it off!” someone demanded.
“Yes, we don’t have all day, you know,” another added.
“Is he always this hopeless?” someone asked rhetorically.
“What are you waiting for, you smelly piece of scum? Spurt already!”
With each rude comment – and there were many many more – he pumped harder and faster, rocking his hips forward and back, egged on by the female mob. Soon he was flailing away, the pain at his ball sack competing with pleasure his hand was making on his shaft. Struggling to cum, abasing himself in front of this crowd, perversely carried him into a blissful state of submission.
Suddenly, he realized that he was deliberately delaying his orgasm, basking in the women’s abuse. At that moment, he happened to glance into Cassandra’s face, seeing her eyes demanding that he let go of control. He shuddered, and his cock began spewing hot, sticky strands of white cum onto the darker surface of the plate in front of his groin. He pumped himself dry as the women laughed at him.
The Hostess took control again, saying, “Now, you worthless piece of trash, clean up that mess you made on my nice clean plate. I don’t want to see any cum on it when you’re done. Start licking!”
Face burning with shame, Carter bent and licked and licked. Many of the women leaned close, fascinated to see a man licking up his own cum with his tongue, and sucking it up with pursed lips. While he was so engaged, Cassandra loudly asked the Hostess, “Can I borrow this miserable excuse for a man in a week or two?”
Carter jerked, sputtering when he heard this request. He kept licking intently, but in his mind he was crying out, “Yes, Hostess! Please say yes!”
The Hostess smiled at her friend, replying, “It’s certainly a possibility. We’ll talk.”
Other women – especially Sally – muttered among themselves, obviously considering asking the same thing.
After they all thanked the Hostess for a lovely afternoon and left, she untied Carter’s balls, and complimented him on a job well done. She told him, “Be here tomorrow afternoon at 4 pm. It’s the last day of your gift to me, and we’ll have a special set of guests for your performance at the dinner party.
Carter could barely manage to get to sleep that night, he was so keyed up and alive from all that had occurred that week.
Carter was highly agitated as he drove up to the Hostess’ house that afternoon. She’d scheduled him to arrive early, so that none of the dinner guests would see him ahead of time. As he entered her house, he saw her standing there, clad in form-fitting black leather from bust to crotch, with high heeled boots that left her knees and thighs bare. She held out her hand, saying, “Give me every stitch of your clothing, slut toy.”
With shaking hands, he removed all of his clothes, shoes too, and stood naked before her. She set his clothes aside, and led him into the sitting room, where Helen and Stephanie were already waiting. They were dressed in slutty elegance, in sleeveless, strapless gowns that were so low cut that the tops of their areolae peaked out. The side slits in the dresses went so high that it was obvious that neither woman wore panties. Carter felt his penis twitch as it began filling with blood.
There was a training chair placed near a corner of the room, and the Hostess said, “Sit there, and slip your arms back through the holes in the seat back.”
When he was seated, the Hostess tied his wrists together behind the seat back, while Stephanie and Helen tied his legs to the chair legs. Snugly secured, he sat, heart thumping, as the Hostess attached a dog collar to his neck. Meanwhile, Helen and Stephanie were attaching remote vibrators to his genitalia – one to the head of his semi-erect cock, and the other to his scrotum.
The women retired to comfortable seats, sipping tea, and nibbling tiny sandwiches as they waited for the guests to arrive, and be seated by the servants. Once again, it promised to be a lovely evening, so they’d be able to use the same outdoor stage that they’d used with the Master and his girl, last week.
From time to time, Stephanie or Helen would fiddle with the remote controls that were in their laps. When they twisted the dial, a buzzing could be heard from where Carter sat. The buzzing of one or both vibrators on his cock and balls. Each time this unexpected jolt would occur, Carter would gasp and squirm in his restraints. The women smiled at his sounds and actions.
“Remember, girls,” the Hostess reminded Helen and Stephanie, “we only want him to simmer. No cumming.” The girls smiled and nodded. The further they twisted the dial on their remote control, the more intense the vibrations became. But they only triggered the vibrators in short bursts.
Carter was very aroused, therefore, and fully engorged, when a servant announced the guests had all arrived, and were enjoying drinks and appetizers. The young ladies removed the vibrators from his manhood, but left him bound to the chair for the moment. He knew his performance was going to start soon, and had no idea what it would entail. His mouth fell open as he saw the Hostess stand up, and, with the help of the young ladies, remove the garments and boots from her body.
Nude now, she toweled off, and enclosed herself in a stylish wrap-around dressing gown. The outfit both hid her charms, and enhanced them. All three women walked over to Carter and removed his restraints. He was allowed to rub circulation back into his limbs, then had to get down on his hands and knees.
Surprises began occurring. First both Stephanie and Helen attached leashes to his collar, one young lady standing on either side of him. Second, his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as the Hostess inserted a well lubricated butt plug into his ass – the butt plug with the realistic dog’s tail hanging from it. Third, Carter’s expression became an amalgam of surprise and confusion as Domino was led into the room. Fourth, Carter’s expression disappeared from sight as the realistic dog mask was secured over his face.
Fifth, the Hostess said, “Slut. Sit.” When Carter failed to move, the Hostess pressed down on his butt until he was on his knees, with his butt sitting on his heels. She placed his hands on the floor just outside his knees, and said, “Slut. Sit. Good boy,” and patted his head.
The Hostess took Domino’s leash, said, “Domino. Come,” and led them all in a sort of procession out to where the guests waited. Helen said, “Slut. Come,” and she and Stephanie pulled gently on his leashes. The Hostess walked in front with Domino, followed by a crawling Carter, flanked by the two young ladies, who proudly walked him on their leashes.
The five of them climbed the steps to the raised stage, where the Hostess turned them all to face the guests, saying, “Domino. Sit. Slut. Sit.” Domino and Carter both planted their butts down, the sides of their asses touching one another, causing a chuckle to arise from the staring guests. Carter was acutely conscious of the fact that his erection was fully visible beneath his belly. He wasn’t aware of it, but one of the cameras had a closeup of it displayed on one of the large screen behind him. The other two screens showed Domino, and alternated between showing the Hostess, and the young girls.
The Hostess, standing now behind Carter, announced, “This slut won last week’s contest and has therefore been my plaything for an entire week. I’ll have him recount some of his, shall we say, ordeal, but first, I’ll have him demonstrate a skill he learned.”
Leaning close to Carter’s ear, she whispered so quietly that only he heard her command. “Masturbate Domino with one hand, and yourself with the other, at the same time. I want you to make him cum, but you should not – just keep yourself excited.”
When Carter understood what she had in mind, his first impulse was to refuse. Play with himself in front of this crowd? That would be bad enough. But jacking off a dog at the same time? That’s so perverted! And then his submissive nature asserted itself, internally saying, “Wimp! This is exactly what you asked the Hostess to do! Humiliate you thoroughly! You know the very concept of such debasement really thrills you! Get to it!”
He closed his eyes, giving himself a false sense of privacy. He grabbed his dick with one hand, and blindly felt Domino’s undercarriage with the other. Using the techniques that Stephanie and Helen had taught him earlier in the week, he coaxed Domino’s cock out of its hiding place inside its furry sheath. Soon Carter had the warm, wet, almost slimy shaft of the dog’s cock in his hand, pumping it. Focusing on the pleasure coming from his own cock as he stroked himself, he found the courage to open his eyes.
Everyone was staring. Some had their mouths open, shocked. Others had a bemused expression on their faces. A few were chuckling quietly as they saw this double masturbation event. Several ladies had red cheeks, apparently embarrassed on his behalf. To say that Carter felt mortified would be an understatement. But this demeaning attention was exactly what he craved, he knew.
Torn between the shame and the need, he wanted it over with. He concentrated on doing things to Domino to which he’d learned the dog responded, especially bumping the dog’s knot as he pumped. Domino began to whine and emit the equivalent of doggy moans. The crowd found this to be hilarious. They were still laughing when Domino’s cock erupted in a series of long healthy streams of cum that splattered on the stage in front of him. Carter pumped the dog until he stopped cumming, and then released both cocks.
The Hostess praised them both, petting, and hugging, and calling them ‘good boys’ before a servant appeared to walk Domino back to the house. “Now, slut,” she began, addressing Carter, “tell these wonderful people some of the experiences you’ve had this week.”
Carter hemmed and hawed a little, but he began with his first memory – that of being told to worship her foot and calf, and how that led to being a naked footstool for three women. He explained that he spent a good deal of the time naked, like during his crawl on a leash through the gardens, accompanied by two other dogs. His voice rose with excitement as he related being dressed like a dog, as he was now, and being put into a dog cage in the back of a car and driven through the downtown streets.
Someone interrupted, asking, “You mean in full view, naked, in the back of a car?”
“Yes,” he replied, “complete with mask and tail. But most onlookers were distracted by those two beautiful young women.” Here, he pointed at Stephanie and Helen. “They were showing so much of their upper bodies that most people were distracted.”
He mentioned the time he ate food and drank water out of dog bowls. His voice squeaked with nervousness as he reported having his cum milked from his cock by one of the young ladies into a bowl, while watching the other young lady do the same thing to a nearby dog. He paused, swallowed and fidgeted. The Hostess caught his attention and nodded encouragingly. “And then, blindfolded, I had to taste compare my semen, with that of the dog’s.”
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd when he made this revelation, making him shudder and blush fiercely. Since he’d ceased speaking, the Hostess asked him point blank, “And what was the result of the taste test, slut?”
“I… I… I preferred the taste of the dog’s cum,” he stammered. Hearing this, one female guest fanned herself, perhaps to keep from fainting. But several others merely licked their lips, eyes gleaming.
He reported having his cock caged several times, and how that painfully prevented his erections. The Hostess noticed a couple of her male guests grimace and unconsciously cross their thighs protectively at this point.
The guests laughed when they heard Carter describe being dressed in a maid’s outfit while doing some house cleaning. But they sat in rapt silence as he described how he had to service various women orally, fucking some, being spanked on his bare ass, and being fucked in his ass by the Hostess.
When he appeared to be done with his report, the people peppered him with questions. The men usually asked for more details about the sexual acts, whereas the women usually asked more questions about how these things made him feel.
When everyone’s curiosity had been satisfied, the Hostess proclaimed, “You know that I love being fucked by dogs. Well this little doggy,” she patted Carter’s head fondly, “has been a good boy all week. So now he merits a reward.” She untied and shrugged off her dressing gown to stand naked before her guests. She knelt next to Carter to whisper, “Fuck me doggy style,” before turning sideways and getting onto her hands and knees.
She looked over her shoulder at him and said loudly, for the benefit of the onlookers, “Come on, good boy! Fuck your little bitch now!” Carter didn’t need to be cajoled into action. He came up behind her, and grasped her waist with his hands in a mounting action. She snaked her hand between her thighs, found his cock, and aimed it smack dab into her wet, receptive cunt. Trying his best to imitate the way a dog fucks, he hammered his dick into her hard and fast, making her yelp with pleasure.
The guests clapped with appreciation, watching closeups of the Hostess’ face on one screen, a side view of the coupling pair on the second, and the flash of his dick in and out of her cunt, along with the swing and slap of his balls against her, in closeup on the third. They fucked like animals for perhaps 10 minutes, the Hostess cumming twice, shrieking with joy, before Carter rammed his cock as deeply into her as he could and held it there as he unloaded his pent-up cum into her depths. The closeup showed his balls squirming and the fleshy tube that formed the underside of his dick rippling rhythmically with each of his ejaculations.
Both of them panting, Carter lowered his torso to stretch out along her spine. This was the perfect ending to his remarkable week. He whispered into her ear, “Thank you. Thank you so much. You’re an amazing woman. If you want me to be your pet again someday, just tell me.”
She turned her head to smile at him blissfully. “I may just do that,” she stated. “And it appears that Cassandra may have some ideas for you, as well.” She winked. “When you pull out of me, move sideways, so the camera can get a good look at my cunt. I want them all to see that you really came inside me.”
He chuckled quietly. “Unfortunately, I know I can’t deliver as much semen as one of your dogs. But I tried.”
She kissed him, saying, “You did fine, slut boy. Just watch.”
He dismounted and moved aside. Everyone stared at the Hostess’ pink, dilated cunt opening. In moments, a white stream of semen oozed forth, and began dripping. The applause was deafening.
Knowing this crowd had to be discrete about the Hostess’ goings-on, Carter chose to remove the mask and butt plug tail, and sat naked at the dinner table. He left his collar on, and chatted merrily with the guests. Several women kissed his cheek, praising his bravery and boldness. One even reached into his lap to stroke his cock gently as she kissed him on the lips. He had a wonderful time at dinner.
The Hostess wasn’t completely certain of what she thought she saw. Was her husband circulating among the guests, carrying straws? Were even some of the women involved? Maybe she’d need to turn the tables on him, she thought. “Maybe I ought to present him with a willing female subbe, to have as his plaything for a week? Hmmm,” she pondered.