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A Day at the Spa (Fdom/M, orgy, reluc)
by b biddle (b380522@hotmail.com)
***
Barbara goes to the FemdomWorld Spa for a day of rest
and relaxation at the hands of compliant, naked male
slaves.
***
*** CHAPTER 1
I was almost there. I found it hard to believe this was
going to happen, but my breasts were tingling with
anticipation. My panties were damp.
I had passed the main gate and was now driving up a
curving drive through deep woods. The sunlight
struggled through the trees and dappled the road. My
long hair was blowing gently in the breeze as the
Beemer convertible responded to my touch.
It had been a vicious year. I had been emotionally and
physically exhausted from my work on a tort case, but
in the end I had won. I had beaten an old-boy law firm
representing an HMO that had screwed my clients. I had
persevered and put up with their gross male chauvinism
and their overt sexism. I had won four million dollars
for my clients and my share after expenses was a cool
million. Not bad for a 25 year-old "mere girl".
But while I had whipped their asses figuratively, what
I really wanted was to whip them for real. I was sick
of the attitudes of testosterone-laden males. I longed
to take an arrogant male over my knees, pull down his
pants and feel his cock and balls grinding into my lap
as I spanked his bare butt until it was scarlet. I
wanted to hear him sniveling and blubbering as he
begged for the mercy that I wouldn't provide.
The rigors of the trial had left me libidinally and
mentally depleted. I had not had an orgasm in nearly
twelve months. I had begun to recover since the trial,
and my strength and interest in sex were returning. I
was getting really horny.
While surfing the net I had run across the web page for
the FemdomWorld Spa and the more I read, the more I
realized it was what I needed. The cost was very high,
but as a new millionaire with other lucrative cases
waiting, I could afford it. And I was worth it.
I had made application for an overnight stay. I filled
out the numerous forms. I submitted detailed
information on my preferences and predilections. I
submitted my dimensions and clothing sizes and had
provided detailed information about what physical type
of man I most preferred.
If the Spa delivered half what it promised, I would
soon be in heaven.
I sensed a break in the trees and as I swept into the
open, a mansion rose ahead of me. It was a small
chateau of elegant proportions with extensive
flowerbeds and a green lawn. It was beautiful in the
mid-day light.
I noticed several men pushing lawnmowers across the
grass and, although forewarned, was startled and
pleased to notice that they were absolutely naked. As
they heard my car approach they stopped what they were
doing and faced the road with their heads hung
deferentially. I was delighted to notice that their
bodies were hairless and that their cocks were hard.
This apparently was indeed to be heaven.
As I approached the main stairs, a gardener working on
a flowerbed turned around and assumed a submissive
posture. He was close enough that I could see that not
only was he hairless, but his body gleamed in a fine
coat of oil. His hard cock was well shaped and I was
close enough to see he had a gold cock-ring around the
base of his member. I was soon to learn that this was
the universal badge of servitude at the Spa.
I pulled to a stop. Two naked slaves came running down
the stairs to greet me, their cocks and balls bouncing
as they came. One rushed to the car door and opened it
for me half-kneeling and extending his arm for me to
hold as I stepped from the car.
"Welcome to FemdomWorld Spa, Goddess Barbara. I'm slave
Robert. If you will give me your keys, Slave Bill will
fetch your bags and I will park your car." He remained
in a subservient position as I handed him the keys.
"Thank you, Goddess Barbara." They removed my suitcase
and Slave Bill carried it up the stairs as Slave Robert
drove my car carefully off to the back of the estate.
*** CHAPTER 2
I followed slave Bill up the stairs admiring his tight
little buns. I longed to give them a few good smacks to
work off some of my frustrations. At the porch awaited
an attractive women and a groveling slave. She was
tall, about thirty, with good breasts and a trimmed
triangular patch of black pubic hair.
I could see all this because she was wearing a robe
that was clasped just below her breasts. The robe was
cut so that it fell open from the clasp exposing her
vagina. The material above the clasp lifted and
displayed her breasts. I knew this was the standard
daywear for women at the spa. The purpose was obvious--
to present the important parts of the female anatomy
for worship by the slaves.
As the woman reached the edge of the porch her slave
knelt before her and began to kiss her crotch. If I
hadn't read the brochures carefully I would have been
startled, but instead I was pleased to see that all was
as advertised and my own cunt became wetter in
anticipation of being treated to such adoration.
The woman was apparently used to being sucked and
somewhat bored by it. She casually struck the kneeling
slave with her riding crop "Get away for now, slave,"
she commanded imperiously. Looking crushed, the
groveling slave moved away and knelt beside her.
"Good afternoon, Goddess Barbara. I am Goddess Olivia.
I am the manager of the Spa. If there is the least
problem during your stay, let me know and I will see
that the offending slave is severely punished unless
you wish to do it yourself. Our goal is perfection."
As she turned to lead me into the foyer I noticed that
the back of her gown was cut to expose her buttocks,
which were firm and shapely. Another area was exposed
for worship. The groveling slave scuttled along beside
her on his hands and knees.
I followed her into a large reception area where I
expected to see a registration desk. But such things
are for low class places like Broadmoor or the
Greenbriar. Instead of a reception desk I found a
reception committee of ten, stark-naked males kneeling
before me with erect cocks and gold cock-rings.
Mistress Olivia said, "These wretches are available to
serve as your personal cunt-slaves. Please make your
initial selection now and they will show you to your
room and begin serving you." God, this was wonderful. I
could feel myself swelling with power. My breasts were
going crazy and my cunt felt sopping wet. I couldn't
wait to get my hands on some of those bodies. But I
recognized that it was important for me to appear cool
and arrogant.
"How many may I have?" I asked in a firm and slightly
dangerous tone.
"As many as you wish," answered Goddess Olivia. "Three
is a good number. Fewer and there aren't enough tongues
to serve you properly. More than three and you have to
work too hard punishing them. I recommend you choose
three to start with and if you decide later you want
more, just demand it. And if one or more turns out to
be unsatisfactory or you just want a change you can get
new ones."
I walked in front of them examining them arrogantly. My
body was throbbing with anticipation. "Stand up,
slaves, I wish to inspect you before I make a choice,"
I commanded with growing authority.
"Yes, Goddess Barbara," they chorused as they leapt to
their feet. They spread their legs, thrust their
pelvises forward presenting their cocks and put their
hands behind their heads with elbows back. They kept
their eyes cast down. Another surge of electricity
coursed through me as my body responded to this feeling
of absolute power.
I walked up and down the rows examining the slaves from
the front and from the rear. I squeezed ass-cheeks. I
fondled cocks testing for hardness. I hefted balls. I
almost hated to stop, but I knew that I couldn't really
begin to enjoy the spa until I had some of these
wretches in my room. I finally made my selection: A
short, gymnast-type with a medium-sized but well shaped
tool, a beefy guy with a smallish cock and a tall
fellow with a somewhat flaccid body but a huge fucking
machine.
*** CHAPTER 3
They led me to my room in a manner reminiscent of the
English opening of Parliament. They walked ahead of me,
but turned towards me with their heads bowed. They were
thus forced to walk backwards and as they mounted the
stairs their cocks and balls bobbled. My body tingled
as I realized I would soon be punishing them.
They led me to a suite of rooms. The main room was
extensively mirrored and appointed with erotic
paintings and statuary. I hadn't realized that there
were such good artists preparing works glorifying
female dominance over male sex objects. One huge
painting displayed several naked males worshipping a
larger than life Aphrodite. In a nook was a statue of a
beautiful young woman using a huge dildo to ream a
grimacing youth. The look of exultation on her face was
extremely lifelike and the pain and humiliation on his
was exquisitely done.
There were only two pieces of furniture in this room,
an armless chair and what could only be called a
throne. I immediately sat in the former and beckoned
the gymnast. "Over my knees slave, I need exercise
after my long trip."
With alacrity he laid himself across my lap presenting
his firm buttocks for spanking. The other slaves fell
to their knees before me. I stroked his ass and reached
between his legs and fondled his cock and balls. I then
began spanking him slowly but as hard as I could. The
smack of each blow caused the watching slaves to flinch
and the spanked boy to scream.
"I expect you to obey me instantly," I said with the
mounting pleasure of dominance. "I am not displeased
with you yet, so if I am hurting you now imagine the
pain if you do displease me." I punctuated my words
with solid blows to the gymnast's ass. As he started to
blubber the feeling in my cunt and nipples mounted.
I thrust him from my lap. He fell to the floor
whimpering and crawled away. I beckoned to the beefy
type and he replaced the gymnast over my lap. My
arousal increased as I treated his body as I had the
gymnast's. When he too was on the floor sobbing it only
remained to abuse the tall slave. This I did with
enthusiasm. I was now maniacally aroused and I needed
relief.
I commanded, "Remove my shoes." Gymnast rushed to
comply and was soon slathering my feet with kisses. He
started to suck my toes, but I was not ready. I kicked
him away and rose. "Remove my blouse."
The beefy slave unbuttoned my blouse with trembling
fingers and tried to slide the blouse from my
shoulders. I held my arms back so he was forced to rub
his chest against my eager breasts. I stared into his
eyes and could tell that he was thrilled to perform
this service. I pushed him away and commanded the tall
slave, still on his knees before me "Remove my skirt!"
He fumbled at the button and zipper but soon my skirt
was in a puddle on the floor. I stepped regally out of
it and stood before them wearing a skimpy bra and
skimpier pants. My commands soon had me naked, standing
very proudly before the three, hard-cocked slaves. "You
may worship me with your eyes, "I said.
I reveled in their stares of awe. I had never felt so
beautiful. I stood before three adoring male slaves; my
breasts felt full and firm. I could tell from the
expression on their faces that they found me
extraordinarily desirable. I was horny as hell.
I moved to the throne and sat languidly upon it, legs
agape and shoulders back.
"You are about to worship my body with your tongues,
but before you do I want you drained so that you will
be able to concentrate on my pleasure not your own.
Whack off!" Still kneeling, they grabbed their cocks
and began pumping furiously.
I could feel their eyes drink in the vision of my naked
beauty and I could almost hear their minds thinking of
the pleasure they would obtain from thrusting their
cocks into my cunt. Fat chance! They would suck it and
lick it, but they wouldn't get to use their miserable
cocks on it until I was ready. They were here for my
pleasure, not theirs. That knowledge of my power drove
me to an even higher state of arousal.
It didn't take them long. Jizz was soon flying. "Lap it
all up, slaves!" I commanded and obediently they
swallowed the evidence of their recent sexual release.
I debated whether to drain them a second or even third
time before I had them minister to me, but I was too
horny and their abject obedience in eating their own
cum was too much of a stimulus. I needed immediate
relief.
"You," I pointed at the tall one "Start lapping my
cunt. You other two suck my breasts." They rushed to
comply and soon my cunt was on fire as my slave's
tongue laved my clit. The tit-suckers had also had
extensive training it seemed. They sucked hard, but
their tongues caressed my nipples as they worked. It
was only a matter of seconds before I erupted in a
powerful orgasm, a second and then a third.
*** CHAPTER 4
My slaves arranged my robe around my shoulders and
fastened the clasp below my breasts. I examined myself
in the mirror and was very proud of what I saw. My
breasts were pushed up and out and my nipples were
protuberant. The robe swept down from the clasp and
fell to either side framing my cunt. Before coming here
I had carefully shaped my pubic hair and the effect was
very erotic, even to me. My slaves were obviously
enchanted. I looked over my shoulder into a mirror and
was pleased to see that my naked buttocks looked high
and firm.
I had each of them kiss my breasts, my cunt and my ass
before having them lead me to the bathing spa. Once
again they walked ahead of me but facing me so that I
could admire my slave's equipment. The equipment had
regained some vigor due, I was sure, to the sight of me
in my robe. I had never felt so sensual, powerful and
erotic.
The bathing room was also elegantly furnished with
femdom-inspired art. There were mirrors everywhere that
reflected and re-reflected the light of dozens of
candles. There were huge banks of artfully arranged
flowers and the scent was heavenly. My slaves
prostrated themselves as we entered the room where I
found myself facing a group of six kneeling and naked
slaves. I had not seen any of these before, but like
all the others they were attractive, naked and hard.
After the leader greeted me with a "Welcome, Goddess
Barbara," I had them each lap my cunt. Then I had them
rise and assume the position. I walked around them
fondling asses, cocks and balls and worked myself to a
fine state of arousal in anticipation of what these
bodies were about to do for me. Satisfied, I commanded,
"Bathe me!" The leader unclasped my gown and had one of
the other slaves hang it up while the remaining slaves
fell to their knees groveling before my nakedness. The
leader led me toward the pool as the other slaves
quickly slipped into the water.
I stepped down a series of steps into the bubbling,
foam-filled bath and reclined into the water. A dozen
hands lightly touched and stroked my body as they
assisted me in floating weightless. I soon realized
that I could relax completely and that the many hands
would provide the little extra support to keep me
floating with absolutely no effort on my part. The
hands were not stationary, but moved lightly and
frequently; first touching me here and then there, all
the while keeping me buoyant.
Soon I could feel the light pressure of naked chests
and hard cocks stroking me as I floated. It was a
fabulous feeling. The effect on my cunt was exquisite
and I couldn't help but spread my legs. No sooner had I
done so then I felt a head move between my legs and a
tongue begin to flick against my clit. After a minute
the head was replaced by another and then another as
the slaves took turns sinking below the water to
service my needs.
My pleasure mounted swiftly and I soon had a mild
orgasm. This was followed by a stronger one. My
confidence that I could not drown was soon internalized
and my body began to respond to these attentions with a
vengeance. I came in a howling thrashing orgasm
followed by two more before I calmed back down and
relaxed to the feeling of water, hands and tongues as a
tribute to my status as a goddess. My cares were being
washed and licked away.
The time had come to move on. The slaves helped me from
the bath, dried me gently and put on my robe. After
each had lapped my cunt, kissed my ass and suckled my
breasts my personal slaves led me to my next adventure.
*** CHAPTER 5
I entered the massage room flanked by my groveling
personal slaves. The room was suffused with the soft
flickering light of a dozen jasmine candles. Their
scent added additional charm to the ambiance. The room
was spacious with a table in the middle and mirrors on
the walls and ceiling.
Kneeling in a line against one wall were seven naked
attendants, their heads bowed and eyes cast down. My
personal slaves prostrated themselves on their stomachs
as soon as we entered the room. I knew what was
expected of the attendant slaves and of me. I stepped
in front of the first slave, my robe gaping open and my
legs slightly apart. The slave raised his head and
began licking my clit. The now familiar feeling of
power rushed through me. "Rise, slave," I demanded in a
tone of command that communicated how I now felt.
The slave rose and assumed the inspection position with
his hands behind his head and his legs spread and
pelvis thrust forward. He was taller than I with a
slender body and fine smooth skin. As were all the
slaves at the FemdomWorld Spa, he was completely shaved
and his body glistened in a fine coat of oil. I ran my
hands over his hairless chest. I then examined his
equipment.
My breasts tingled at the thought that this slave would
soon be massaging my body. His 6-inch cock was erect
and kept that way with the standard gold cock-ring. I
hefted his balls and they were firm. I wrapped my hand
around his cock and was pleased to find that it was
rock hard. I walked around him and fondled his firm ass
cheeks. Satisfied with him, I waved my hand
dismissively and he knelt again and put his mouth on my
cunt.
I didn't linger, but moved on to the next slave who
also showed his respect by lapping my pussy. When I had
him rise I discovered that he was fairly short. His
cock proved also to be hard and his balls full. His
cock was somewhat bigger than the first slave's, and
because of his small stature it seemed almost huge. His
ass cheeks were also firm and my cunt began to drip a
little with anticipation.
One by one I moved down the row of compliant slaves.
Each lapped my clit while I reveled in the authority I
had over them. I arrogantly fondled their balls and
erect cocks before I let them kneel again to suck.
I had notified the spa that I wanted the special
massage that ended in an internal cunt rubbing. I was
looking for the cock that I would have perform this
service. I found it in the sixth slave. As I stood
before him, his tongue drilled deep into my now boiling
cunt. He flicked my clitoris with an enthusiasm that
nearly drove me to orgasm then and there.
When he rose, I discovered that he was just a little
shorter than I with a rock-hard body and six-pack abs.
His skin was as smooth as a baby's and his buns were
like steel when I ran my hands possessively over them.
But the clincher, as you might expect, was his cock.
I had fantasized about fucking a monster cock, and this
slave had one. I had never seen one so big, either in
real life or in pictures. It was at least a foot long
and must have been 3-inches in diameter. It was diamond
hard, but the skin was velvety smooth and it was
perfectly shaped with a mushroom glans atop a symmetric
rod that stuck up at a 45-degree angle from his body.
"You will massage my cunt," I commanded him.
"Yes, Goddess Barbara, thank you, Goddess Barbara," he
said happily as he knelt to resume sucking.
I moved onto the last slave who turned out to be a
beefy fellow with a rather small cock. His lack of
size, however, had apparently encouraged him to develop
exceptional cunt-lapping skills because I had to steel
myself from cumming during the short time he lapped.
"You will lap my clit during the massage," I ordered
him. He was clearly delighted as he responded "Yes,
Goddess Barbara."
My inspection finished I moved to the massage table.
The massage slaves leapt to their feet to assist me.
The flickering reflections of their bounding cocks and
balls in the mirrors increased my wanton feelings. I
stepped out of my robe and allowed them to assist me as
I climbed onto the table. I lay face down with my face
in the face ring, my chin and forehead held in place
but my face free from pressure.
The slaves moved into position to begin the massage and
soft music began to play. One slave moved up to my head
and I stared possessively down at his hard cock as he
stood before me. Slaves moved to either side of the
table. Best of all the cunt-lapper moved to his
position below the table and between my legs. The table
had been carefully adjusted to my dimensions so that
with my legs comfortably spread my cunt was exactly at
a hole in the table where the designated slave could
lap my clitoris during the whole process.
Six pairs of hands were soon applying massage cream to
my body. One slave massaged my neck and back. One slave
massaged my left arm, another the right. One slave
apiece kneaded my legs and a sixth massaged my buttocks
and lower back. But the most exquisite feeling came
from the tonguing working eagerly on my cunt and clit.
I have never experienced such sensory overload and
never expect to again. Just as I would pleasantly
realize that a leg was being massaged, my brain would
be distracted by the hands massaging my arm or neck.
And throughout it all, the exquisite feeling of the
tongue against my clit was overwhelming. It was not
long before I came in a shuddering, screaming, all-
consuming orgasm. My orgasms continued one after the
other becoming more and more intense.
I lost all track of time. It seemed like it went on
forever, but it also seemed like no time at all before
this phase was finished. The brochures had said that
the massage was an hour in length, so presumably I
climaxed continuously for a half an hour before, pair
by pair, the hands fell away leaving only the tongue
licking my clit as the focus of my entire being. As I
came again, the tongue too stopped.
I was exhausted, I was in heaven, I was a powerful
goddess ruling the bodies of male slaves whose sole aim
in life was my pleasure. I felt terrific.
The slaves helped me roll over for phase two. When I
was in position the slaves again massaged me as a team.
The tongue went back to work on my clit and the hands
kneaded cream into my body. One slave stood on a stool
and caressed the muscles of my face. His cock and balls
were high enough that I could enjoy the view of them
while he worked. The slaves rubbed my stomach, thighs
and arms but avoided my breasts. My orgasms continued
one after the other, each more intense than the one
before.
Shortly before the end, the slave rubbing my belly
creamed up my breasts and began to rub them firmly, but
gently. He maintained a light touch and would gently
stroke my nipples as he alternated kneading. Again the
hands fell away as my attention moved inexorably to the
tongue on my clit. Even that stopped.
I was ready for the internal cunt massage. The stud
climbed up on the table with his knees between mine. He
liberally coated his huge cock with KY jelly, although
from the condition of my cunt I wasn't sure additional
lubrication was necessary. Leaning over me he gently
began to insert his tool into my cunt. The feeling was
exquisite as he inexorably moved it in inch-by-inch.
When he had bottomed out the other slaves stood on
stools so that I could easily see their cocks and they
began beating off for my visual pleasure. The stud
began pumping his cock in and out of my cunt in full,
firm strokes. Slaves on both sides of me bent over and
began to suck my breasts and tongue my nipples as they
continued to beat their meat.
My brain overloaded with the feeling of sensual power.
My cunt and tits were on fire. I again began to orgasm,
cumming time after time. Each orgasm was more powerful
than the last. My throat was getting hoarse from my
howls of pleasure. I was holding nothing back.
Finally I was spent and could take no more. The slaves
who had been jacking-off had cum in their hands and had
lapped up their own jizz, increasing my feeling of
absolute domination. I had had enough for now. I waved
the stud away and he pulled his cock out of my cunt. As
it slid out it popped like a cork coming out of a
champagne bottle. It was a wonderfully decadent sound.
The slaves helped me down from the table and put the
robe around my shoulders, the front gaping open framing
my cunt and tits. The cocks of the massage slaves were
somewhat wilted by their recent ejaculation, but the
stud was still rampant and from the look in his eyes he
clearly wanted me to allow him relief. My first
reaction was to exercise my power by denying him, but
then I had a better idea.
"Slave," I commanded my gymnast, "get over here on your
hands and knees." Clearly terrorized he scuttled over
to me and affixed his mouth to my cunt. "Stick your ass
in the air so that it can be fucked," I commanded with
glee in my voice. His tongue faltered, perhaps in fear.
I turned to the stud, "Your cock has served me well.
You may pump your jizz into this miserable slave's
asshole."
"Thank you, Goddess Barbara," he said and turned to
gymnast and grabbing him firmly began to drive his
rock-hard member up my poor slave's asshole. That huge
cock had stretched my pussy to astounding fullness, and
the gymnast's asshole was not as elastic as my cunt.
The pain, I thought, would be excruciating. Judging
from the screams, it was. But the stud showed no pity.
He drove his member inch by inch into my slave's rectum
and once he was buried began to pump furiously. It
wasn't long before he gasped with pleasure and came. I
swear I could see his balls pulse as they delivered his
load of cum into the unfortunate slave's asshole.
I was still exhausted from the pleasures I had
received, but the screams of pain and the knowledge of
the power I held over all these males was beginning to
revive me. I was already looking forward to the next
session of abusing men for my own wanton pleasure.
*** CHAPTER 6
The next stop was another sumptuously and erotically
appointed room. Its major feature was a huge chair. I
went through the usual ritual of having the attendant
slaves lap and kiss my cunt and after inspecting them I
reclined in the chair. Immediately two slaves began
ministering to my feet, lapping and sucking my toes one
after the other. Two other slaves prepared my fingers
in the same way and the obligatory cunt-lapping slave
got between my legs to minister to me. Another pair of
slaves moved to either side of me and began to lap my
breasts.
It was hard to believe that this was the FemdomWorld
Spa's beauty parlor and that I was here for a manicure,
pedicure and hairstyle. But after I had enjoyed a few
screaming orgasms, the slaves began their more mundane,
but pleasurable ministrations. The foot slaves gently
and lovingly clipped and filed my toenails, pausing
occasionally to kiss and suck. They did a wonderful job
of applying a nail polish and to expedite drying they
blew pleasurably on my toes.
My hands were treated similarly. First the sucking and
kissing, then the clipping and filing. Then more
sucking and kissing. Finally a coat of nail polish
adoringly applied with sensuous blow-drying from the
lips of eager, naked and rock-hard slaves.
A naked hairdresser clipped and reshaped my hair and
combed it into a shining helmet with hundreds of gentle
sensuous strokes. When the slaves were satisfied with
their work they again addressed my body with their
mouths and tongues and drove me to another few orgasms.
I rose imperiously and studied myself in the mirror.
They had done a fine job and deserved a reward. They
deserved release. I could see from the pleading look in
their eyes, and their cocks dripping with precum, that
they wanted relief desperately. I would let them have
it.
"You have done well, slaves. Your reward is a blowjob.
Get up, slaves," I commanded my personal slaves, "suck
these cocks!" I knew they were all blatant
heterosexuals and did not like performing homosexual
acts, but they were obedient. Each of my three slaves
knelt before one of the salon slaves and drew the rock-
hard tool into his mouth.
I watched with a feeling of exultation as these
obedient cocksuckers performed at my command. The first
three salon slaves erupted into my slave's mouths and I
could see throats working furiously as they fought to
swallow every drop. They might not know what penalty I
would impose if they spilled a drop, but they knew me
well enough by now to be afraid of the consequences.
When the first three were satisfied the second three
stepped forward and they too were relieved of their
loads of jizz. They blew their cum deep into the
sucking throats of my personal vassals. The slave who
had had the privilege of sucking my cunt had developed
a tremendous load and the gush of his jizz had
overwhelmed my beefy slave. Some cum dribbled down his
cheek onto the floor.
I was exultant. Here was a chance to exercise my power
over them again and inflame my cunt even more. I roared
at the unfortunate. "Lap it up, all of it!" He
frantically complied but he knew it was too late. "Over
the chair with your ass up."
The fear in his eyes as he reluctantly complied
thrilled me. When he was in place I moved to a position
where I could stripe his ass with my riding crop. To
two of the other slaves I commanded, "Hold him down." I
beckoned the tall slave to kneel before me and lap my
cunt while I administered punishment.
I struck a vicious blow and shouted, "When I give and
order it is to be carried out flawlessly. This slut
failed and is being punished. The next time one of you
makes a mistake it will be even worse."
I struck blow after blow and my victim screamed with
each blow and squirmed violently between blows. He was
soon begging for mercy, but I gave him none. Twenty
blows I rained down on his defenseless ass, which was
soon a bright scarlet. When he was let up, he fell to
his knees before me blubbering while tears ran down his
face.
I shoved the tall slave away from his cuntly
ministration and shoved my twat in the whipped slave's
face. "You may beg forgiveness with your tongue," I
ordered him with this wonderful newfound feeling of
absolute power. He frantically tongued my clit and I
came with a screaming roaring orgasm.
All this excitement had made me hungry and it was time
for dinner.
*** CHAPTER 7
The dining room was magnificent. It was huge room with
a 20-foot ceiling. The large table set for six took up
only a small part the center of the room. The settings
of silver and fine china flickered warmly in the
candlelight. There must have been sixty naked slaves in
attendance, most standing against the walls in the
inspection position. Their oiled, hairless bodies
gleamed in the candle glow. Every cock was at
attention.
About a dozen slaves were adorned in bow ties, cock
rings and nothing else. These were carrying trays with
a drink and canap‚s on each. A pair approached me as I
entered and announced as they bowed, "We will be your
servers, Goddess Barbara." I looked them arrogantly up
and down. They were both presentable specimens with
firm bodies and manly cocks at full staff. I took a
drink and a nosh and approached Goddess Olivia who was
chatting with two other women.
"Good Evening, Goddess Barbara," she said, "I trust you
are enjoying your stay." I allowed that I was indeed
enjoying myself. "Let me present Goddess Alicia and
Goddess Mary," she continued. We bowed to each other
and made appropriate noises. She gestured to three
other women nearby, "They are Goddesses Frieda, Tanya
and Misumi." I nodded to these women and they in turn
nodded back.
We enjoyed our drinks and made small talk. Every once
in a while one of the women would gesture to a slave
who would scuttle over and kneel before her and begin
lapping her cunt. Feeling the need for a little
clitoral refreshment myself I engaged in this activity
twice. I had decided on a third go and was scanning the
slaves for a suitable tongue when I did a double take.
One of the slaves awaiting our pleasure was none other
than the sonofabitch lawyer I had just defeated in
court. During the course of the trial there had been
many times his chauvinistic arrogance had made me want
to take him over my knee and spank his bare ass in
front of the whole courtroom. The realization that
revenge was available thrilled me. I imperiously
summoned him and he responded reluctantly.
"Kneel before me, you prick, and start lapping!" He
knelt before me and started licking, albeit not very
expertly. But the feeling of power I felt more than
made up for his lack of skill. Goddess Olivia was
within earshot and I inquired, "Goddess Olivia, this
worthless prick has offended me in the outside world. I
would take it as a special favor if I may add him to my
set of personal slaves. I wish to make his life
particularly miserable."
I felt his tongue falter and his lips tremble with
fear. This aroused me even more. "By all means,"
responded Goddess Olivia, "he is yours."
I struck the wretch with my whip, "You will serve me,
slave."
"Yes, Goddess Barbara," he responded. The day had
already been magnificent. The night might prove even
better. So far it had been impersonal, just the
pleasures of sex and power. Now I could really get
revenge for the myriad of small and large sleights and
insults that this miserable cunt-lapper had visited
upon me. His ass, not to mention his mouth and cock,
were now mine.
Goddess Olivia raised her voice a little, "Goddesses,
it is time for dinner. Please choose your chairs and
let us begin."
I struck the sucking slave and commanded "You will be
the inside back." He quailed before me he was so
frightened. I moved to the wall and began selecting my
seat and outside back. I selected as my seat a plump
fellow with a small cock. I knew that since his cock
was small he wouldn't be here unless his tongue was
skilled. For the outside back I selected a fellow with
a huge, rock hard cock.
The seat slave lay down, mouth up, on a low bench with
his head just under the table. The outside back slave
greased the seat slave's cock and impaled himself while
facing the table. He then greased his own cock. The
unfortunate lawyer had no choice but to obey. He
straddled the recumbent slave and lowered his asshole
onto the huge, greased cock of the outside back slave.
What I now had was a comfortable chair made up of three
male slaves.
I straddled the seat slave and sat with my naked cunt
against his mouth and he began lapping my clit. I
leaned back against the naked chest of the lawyer whose
ass was filled with one of the biggest cocks I'd ever
seen. I rejoiced in the knowledge that he was suffering
badly and his own cock had no pleasure other than being
pressed up against, but certainly not in, my ass.
The slaves were well trained, and it was moments only
before all the goddesses were seated around the table
on their living, cock-bearing chairs. The servers
brought us our plates of food, beautifully prepared and
presented on the fine china.
Each goddess had two naked slaves on either side of her
to pour wine or water instantly as it was needed. I
knew they also were there so that we could fondle cocks
and balls as the mood struck. They were also handy to
nuzzle our breasts and lick our nipples in case the
tongues at our cunts were not enough.
It was an exotic and erotic meal. Conversation flowed
as at any dinner party. The subject matter was largely
about how to use and punish slaves and what attributes
were most important. There was the usual debate over
whether the size of the cock or skilled tongue work was
paramount.
The consensus seemed to be with skilled tongues. This
was exotic enough, but as the meal went on one or
another of the goddesses would begin to flush and then
begin to writhe and groan before screaming as she had
the release of a powerful orgasm.
Conversation was uninterrupted by these orgasms. I had
three during the course of the meal and always returned
to the conversation as if nothing had happened. The
feeling of absolute power and licentious freedom was
overwhelming. I was beginning to think of myself as an
animal whose sole purpose in life was orgasms. I loved
it.
Dinner was soon over. Goddess Olivia announced that
coffee would be served in the Music Room and we all
disengaged ourselves from our human couches and moved
out of the dining room. The horde of slaves followed us
meekly.
*** CHAPTER 8
The Music room did have a fine piano, but the only kind
of music played that night was that on the pink
piccolos of the slaves. One end of the room had a half-
dozen recliners to which we goddesses gravitated. As we
reclined, slaves moved to kiss our feet and suck our
toes. As usual a slave began to lick our cunts and lap
our clits. Slaves were in attendance to lick nipples as
demanded. Each of us had a slave to provide our coffee.
I relaxed with my cup and Goddess Olivia began the
festivities. She commanded six slaves to lie face up on
the floor. Another six slaves knelt at their heads and
began jacking off. A big guy with a leather strap was
apparently the foreman for this display. He walked
behind the masturbating slaves and whipped them for
encouragement. One by one they came, spilling jizz into
the open mouths of the horizontal slaves. Their aim was
not expert and there was plenty of excess semen
distributed over faces and chests.
As the next to the last cock erupted, the foreman
lashed out at the slave who had so far failed to cum.
He knew his punishment. He would get no relief tonight.
He immediately stopped whacking off and fell to his
knees and started lapping up all the jizz that had been
spilled and left unswallowed from the other five cocks.
He then knelt over the slave that had been recumbent
before him and drew the cock into his mouth and sucked
it off. In no time he was swallowing a large wad. He
repeated the process for all five slaves. It was
thrilling to watch this spectacle. The slaves were
performing degrading, disgusting acts for our amusement
and would obey because we were all-powerful sex
goddesses.
The poor fellow was not done yet. The foreman tied him
to a stool and one after another slaves stepped forward
and butt-fucked him or mouth fucked him. At all times a
pair of cocks were pounding into his extremities. He
would beat his meat faster the next time he was on
display.
You can only watch a guy get reamed at both ends for
just so long before it gets boring. Just as that moment
came for me a new game was begun. Each of us was given
a leather belt and we were asked to designate a slave
for whipping. I enthusiastically chose the lawyer much
to his chagrin and my delight. He had to be subdued by
several slaves before he was tied over a stool ass up.
Six plump asses were soon ready for whipping.
Goddess Olivia announced the rules. The first slave to
cry out in pain would be forced to give the other five
a blow job while he was butt fucked by five other
slaves to be chosen by the Goddess whose slave screamed
first. I was determined to win, that is I was
determined to make my lawyer slave lose. My body
thrilled in anticipation. I was already scanning the
room to pick out huge cocks to ravage his ass.
"Begin", announced Goddess Olivia as she brought her
belt down on her slave. The months of frustration I had
developed at my mistreatment by this man and his
colleagues was a powerful goad. My belt lashed downward
on his defenseless ass as hard as I could manage. Over
and over I lashed him. My cunt flowed with pleasure
juices as I wreaked my revenge.
The whip made very satisfactory sounds as it struck his
ass. In my rage I was delivering two blows to every one
that the other goddesses delivered and theirs were not
driven by the need for revenge that mine were. I also
quickly realized that applying the tip of the belt to
his ass caused more pain because it was moving fastest
as it struck.
I was also the first to realize that his balls were
defenseless because his legs were spread over the
stool. I had delivered thirty blows to his ass when I
realized that and he was already moaning and squirming
from the pain. I adjusted my swing and delivered a
well-aimed blow that exploded against his balls. He
jumped so hard that the stool actually came off the
ground for an instant and he screamed in a shattering
wail.
The other mistresses stopped whipping and Goddess
Olivia turned and announced "Goddess Barbara has won.
Tie that wretch into the fuck frame." Several slaves
rushed forward and untied the writhing lawyer. He was
soon tied in the frame so that both his mouth and ass
were at cock-height ready for reaming. The slaves who
had just been whipped lined up before his mouth ready
for their blowjobs, rubbing their crimson asses as they
waited.
I made them move aside. I wanted the lawyer to examine
each cock that would penetrate his ass up close and
personal. I moved around the room inspecting cocks and
testing for rigidity. I select five slaves with
imposing members. I selected for hardness and thickness
rather than for length. I wanted the lawyer to know
what it is like to be screwed as he had tried to screw
me in the courtroom. But here it would be a literal
screw job not a metaphorical one.
Each of the slaves I selected placed his cock close to
the mouth of the lawyer and as he examined them, each
one bigger than the last, he paled and began to tremble
and whimper. His fear made me feel great. "Please,
Goddess Barbara. Please don't do this to me. I'll make
it up to you and be a good slave."
"There's nothing you can say or do to avoid this, you
miserable prick. I'm looking forward to your screams as
these cocks ravage your asshole."
I beckoned the slaves to begin. The thinnest cock was
greased up and began to penetrate the lawyer. He tried
to squirm, but had little room for movement. Besides,
his mouth was soon full of cock that he knew he must
suck or suffer worse fates. He sucked while he suffered
the pain of the cock plunging in his asshole. Soon the
slaves came, spilling their jizz into his body. The
next pair began their ministrations and then the next.
Finally the slave with the thickest cock I had ever
imagined impaled the lawyer and his screams of pain
nearly caused the cock he was sucking to slip from his
mouth. But the slaves kept pumping and soon they too
shot their loads into the lawyer's body.
When they pulled away, he hung in the frame defeated
and whimpering. "Cheer up," I said to him ironically,
"There's still tonight as my personal slave to look
forward to." I was thrilled at the prospect. I beckoned
to a cuntlapper to give me release, which I soon had in
a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
This was the high point of the evening's entertainment
for me. The festivities continued with cock sucking
contests among the slaves as well as butt-fucking
contests but they were repetitious and boring after my
pleasures with the lawyer. It had been an exciting day
and more excitement was to come. When I filled out the
questionnaire rating my stay at FemdomWorld Spa, I
would have to downgrade the latter half of the
entertainment period.
*** CHAPTER 9
None too soon I was back in my own suite with my coffle
of four slaves. I had not yet seen the bedroom. It was
delightful. There was a huge round bed against one wall
with satin sheets and a myriad of pillows. The
ubiquitous mirrors covered every surface and the
indirect lighting was mellow. Arranged around the huge
room were torture devices of all kinds. There were
frames for trussing slaves in various awkward
positions.
There were hooks in the ceiling. There was an array of
dildo harnesses of all sizes. I noted that they were
double ended so that if I used them the end in me would
enhance my pleasure. I checked more closely and
discovered that some had built in vibrators and others
built in cattle prods. There were a large variety of
whips and floggers as well as clamps for nipple torture
and CBT.
But after just a short inspection I knew what to do
with the lawyer. The device I had noted was one I had
never seen before, but its purpose was obvious and
diabolical. I had the lawyer trussed in an x-frame
where I intended to let him spend the night. Such
treatment would cause him great pain by morning, but
that would pale compared to the rest of the torture.
I attached what could only be a milking machine to his
cock. He began to whimper and beg as he realized what
was about to happen. The other slaves cringed as they
realized that, but for the lawyer, they might have been
selected for this treatment. Another part of the
machine was a prod that I greased and rammed up the
lawyer's ass and strapped into position. The third
piece was a cock-shaped gag that I forced into his
mouth and tied in place with a harness around his head.
The machine was wonderful. I turned it on. It sucked in
pulses on his cock, more rapidly than the fastest hand.
It would be only minutes before he came. As he came,
the equipment would detect the beginning of his
ejaculation and the prod in his ass would fire a small
charge into his prostate causing it to contract and
drive his load of jizz forcefully through his cock into
the milker. From here it was forced through a tube into
his mouth where he would be forced to swallow his own
cum or suffocate.
In only a few minutes he came with a shudder and a gasp
of pleasure and was soon swallowing his own jizz. But
he, I, and the other slaves knew the awful truth. He
might get pleasure the first time, the second and
perhaps even the third. But as the machine pulsed
inexorably, each orgasm would become more and more
painful. A jizzless orgasm is more painful than
pleasurable. Soon he would be screaming each time he
came, and the machine would keep pumping. No matter how
he tried he would be unable to resist the stimulation
of the machine and would be forced to have painful
orgasm after painful orgasm.
I set the machine for slow sucking and also engaged the
intermittent feature. There was no sense in having him
pass out too soon. The object for me was to extend the
torture for my maximum, long-term pleasure. I looked
forward to the thrills my body would feel each time he
screamed in agony.
I hadn't had cock in my cunt for several hours, so I
forced my big-cocked slave onto his back and rode him
to a half dozen orgasms while the other two slaves
sucked my nipples. The cock-tool slave had the audacity
to fill my cunt with jizz after only 30 minutes of
stimulation. So I forced him to suck me clean and then
I had him tied over a stool and whipped his ass with
the belt for thirty blows until he was blubbering and
begging for my mercy. I finished up with a blow to his
balls and had him untied. He fell to the floor moaning
and writhing in pain.
Before I had finished with big-cock, the lawyer came
with a second and third orgasm. The third apparently
was not greatly pleasurable, but not yet painful. I had
the beefy guy suck my cunt for a while and then allowed
the third slave his turn at his goddess's twat. I was
in heaven with the feeling of power I had over these
wretched males.
Soon the day of orgasms began to get to me and I became
sleepy. I gave the slaves their instructions for the
rest of the night and climbed into the bed. I had the
big-cocked slave lap me to sleep.
My rest was interrupted irregularly through the night
as the milking machine brought the lawyer to painful,
screaming climaxes. Each time I came to the surface of
sleep smiling to myself. This was one male lawyer who
would treat me with respect in the future.
*** CHAPTER 10
The dawn's light and a shuddering scream from the
lawyer finally brought me awake. I spread my legs in a
feeling of luxuriousness and immediately there was a
tongue at my clit. I let it drive me to my first orgasm
of the day and then opened my eyes. "Good Morning,
Goddess Barbara," chorused my compliant slaves.
They helped me to a sitting position ensconced in a
dozen pillows. They served me my breakfast on a tray as
they took turns lapping my cunt. Between sips, bites of
food and orgasms I gazed with extreme pleasure on the
poor hapless lawyer trussed in his frame. When he came
in a screaming, begging paroxysm for perhaps the 15th
time that night I had him released.
He fell to his knees blubbering and thanking me for
release. I ordered him between my legs and commanded
that he do a good job of licking or I'd have him put
back in the machine. He frantically attached his lips
to my cunt and lapped and sucked furiously. This kind
of abject servileness was overwhelming to my ego. I
came and came again time after time.
When this became boring I had the lawyer strap the
other three slaves into various racks. I donned a huge
double-headed dildo and strutted around the room. The
eyes of the slaves never left my huge weapon. I
selected a supple leather belt and began to get my
morning exercise. I whipped each slave in turn, blow
after blow as hard as I could. When my arm flagged I
would grease up my dildo and insert it viciously into
the defenseless slave's ass. I would pump and pump
until my end of the dildo drove me to a screaming
orgasm.
I worked over all the slaves and developed a wonderful
sweat. After an hour of violent exercise all the
trussed slaves were writhing and begging for my mercy.
I forced the lawyer to his knees, whipped him a few
times and fucked his ass to a last orgasm.
I then ordered the slaves to prepare my shower. The
shower was completely lined by mirrors and more than
big enough for all five of us to use at once. Once the
water was acceptable I entered with my slaves crawling
behind me and luxuriated in the spray. I had the slaves
wash me with their bare hands. The slaves were given
the duty in rotation of lapping my cunt. While one
washed my hair and two sucked my tits I had a fourth
slave lap my clit and the last slave clean my asshole
with his tongue. I was in heaven.
I realized that I had become a new person. I was now a
goddess who reveled in reducing naked, hard-cocked
males to gibbering lapping slaves. I was already
addicted to this feeling of power and the multitudinous
orgasms that it brought me. It was time to leave the
spa, yet I knew that I could not get along in the
future without a slave of my own. I just didn't have
the time in my busy career to seduce men and convince
them to be slaves.
I phoned down to Goddess Olivia and asked her to
arrange for me to buy a slave to take home. She said
that this was something that happened regularly and
that she would assemble a suitable selection from which
I might choose. They would report to my room directly.
I had the slaves put on my robe and reclined in the
throne. While I awaited the merchandise from which I
might choose I amused myself by having the slaves suck
each other off. Since the lawyer would be days before
he could cum again I put him to work lapping my cunt.
*** CHAPTER 11
About an hour before I was scheduled to leave, Goddess
Olivia arrived with a selection of three slaves from
which I might choose. She informed me that each was
available to accompany me. The slaves were of course
naked and sported hard cocks. They assumed the
inspection position. I watched them closely as I
languidly arose and approached. As they drank in my
body their already hard cocks twitched and hardened
further. They were clearly eager to be my slaves.
Slave Brent was short, but had a large cock. Goddess
Olivia told me that he was well trained in house
cleaning and laundry and ironing. He was ranked high in
cock stamina, but had only fair marks in cunt lapping.
He had a high tolerance for pain, so that punishing him
would be either a great pleasure or hard work depending
on my whims.
Slave Owen was taller and of slender build, but his
cock, though hard, was not of remarkable size. He was
also well qualified in the household arts and was rated
a better than average cook. His cock, she said, was of
mediocre size but he made up for it with high marks for
tongue work.
The gem of the trio was slave Bob. He was about six
feet tall with an athlete's taught body. He had the
biggest and thickest cock. His buns were superb.
Goddess Olivia reported that he had amazing cock
stamina, his tongue work was rated as high as any slave
the Spa had trained, that his buns reddened quickly
under punishment and he whimpered and begged prettily
when punished. He was also highly rated for housework
and was a particularly fine cook.
Goddess Olivia handed me a list of prices. Slave Bob
cost almost as much as the other two slaves combined,
but I was already sold and figured that my next case
would net me a lot of money, especially if my body was
kept relaxed enough to do my work properly.
I had Slave Bob kneel before me and lap my cunt. He was
indeed superb. "Are you prepared to be my cunt-slave?"
I demanded with a rush of power. "Oh, yes, Goddess
Barbara." "I will demand absolute and instant
obedience, " I continued. "I will expect you to suck
and lap me regularly. You will never wear clothes
around the house and I will take my exercise by
spanking and whipping you." "Oh, thank you, Mistress
Barbara," he said.
I agreed to take him and dismissed my other slaves.
They lapped my clit goodbye and I had Slave Bob pack my
few things and dress me in my traveling clothes. This
consisted of sandals, a silk shirt without bra and a
loose skirt without panties. His traveling clothes
consisted of a pair of sandals. He also wore a very
brief bathing suit with Velcro closures on the side and
an open shirt without buttons.
I made my good-byes to Goddess Olivia, promising to
return as soon as possible. Slave Bob handed me into
the car and got in the other side. I made him unsnap
his pants and expose his cock. He would cover up only
when we stopped for gas. High riding vehicles that
passed us or that we passed would get a good view of my
new fuck toy. His cock was proud and hard. As we drove
down the driveway towards home I fondled his cock while
he diddled my cunt.
Life was good.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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