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One Way To Spice Up A Marriage Pt. 04

Monday started a new week at work. I started my morning by checking my e-mails. There was one there from my boss. She wanted to see me sometime this morning. I was still trying to recover from the party but I managed to finish checking my mail and install some updates to our new security program before heading upstairs to see her. I wasn't looking forward to facing her after everything that had happened at the party. I walked into the reception area and asked Ms. Adams if the boss was available. Ms. Adams told me Mrs. Ballmaster was on the phone but would be out in a few moments. I took a seat and waited.

Joyce Adams was Ethel's 20ish year old administrative assistant. She was drop dead gorgeous and knew it. As usual, today she wore a thigh length dress that showed enough leg to excite a priest and enough cleavage to wake the dead. More than one guy in the office had approached her but none had been able to get in her panties. Some actually suspected she was a lesbian. If she was, it was a loss for the entire male population.

She got up to get a cup of coffee and asked me if I wanted any. I tried to avoid staring at her as she walked across the room but her high heels clicking with each step just seemed to draw attention to her and her sculpted body. I was still staring as she bent over slightly to pour her drink. She must have known I was staring because she gave me a mischievous smile as she turned to return to her desk.

I couldn't believe an erection was building and my pants were beginning to tent. Twenty-four hours earlier it was dead to the world. After the workout it got during the party and the sex marathon with my wife that followed, I didn't think it would be capable of anything more than peeing for the next week. As Joyce passed my chair I had to avert my gauze having been caught red handed staring at her fantastic body.

Ethel finally came out to greet me. The dress she was wearing did little to alleviate my problem. Although she would be considered a plus sized woman by most, she was attractive for her age.

Today she was wearing a thigh length black leather dress that enhanced all of her curves. The dress helped to slim her appearance and make her look quite attractive. The high heels she wore reminded me of the foot worship I had to perform at the party. I didn't know why high heels made a woman look more attractive, but they did.

My mind was also replaying the events of the first party when she had me eat her pussy in front of a room full of women. The thought made my cock stiffen further. My pants were now fully tented but I couldn't adjust myself without drawing unwanted attention to the area. When I stood, both woman took a moment to appreciate my problem. I followed Ethel into her office and heard a little snicker from Joyce as I passed.

We talked business for about 30 minutes. Ethel asked about the new security system that I had been working on and seemed pleased with the progress I had made.

I was sitting on the couch in her office. She came over and sat next to me. She showed me some plans she had for expanding the company and wanted to know how the plans would affect our current computer network.

As she sat next to me I smelled her perfume which again reminded me of how she tasted. She seemed amused at my fidgeting as I tried to discreetly adjust my package. I noticed her glancing over and not so discreetly staring at it.

She was asking my opinion about something when she casually put her hand on my lap and started to massage my inner thigh. My face turned red in a matter of seconds. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying as my arousal continued to distract me.

"So how did you like the party?" Ethel asked as she abruptly changed the topic of conversation.

"Ah...I...um..." I stuttered as Ethel smiled at my discomfort.

"I really enjoyed both of them," She said. "You're a born submissive. You have a very talented mouth and I loved the sight of your ass as I turned it red. I'm really looking forward to a repeat performance at some point. Maybe I'll invite you and Jennifer over to meet some of my friends. Would you like that?"

I continued to stutter, not knowing how to react to her sexual advances. Having her fondle me at the party was one thing, but here in the office was something entirely different. I was faithful to my wife and didn't know how to deal with this situation. Was this how women feel when their boss sexually harasses them. I was embarrassed; but also aroused.

"I really liked the way you addressed me at the party." She continued. "I think Ms. Ethel or Ma'am is appropriate for when we're in public, but I prefer Mistress Ethel in private."

"Yes ma'am" I replied as she continued to stare. "I mean yes Mistress Ethel."

"Good boy. Now tell me, how's your little game progressing?" She asked. "I think it is so cute. In fact, I made up a little game of my own. Want to hear about it?"

"Yes Mistress Ethel," I replied as she continued to massage my swollen member.

She told me that she had been emailing pictures from the first party to all of her female friends, including all of my female co-workers. She said that none of them revealed my identity but she encouraged everyone to try and guess whose prick was in the pictures.

"I talked to Jennifer about it at the party." She continued. "She said she's ok with it as long as the pictures don't reveal anyone's identity. I'm glad I've got some new pictures to share. You know everyone is dying to know your identity."

"I'm even offering a cash prize to the first person to correctly identify you. The prize increases by a hundred dollars each week. This week it will be worth $500.00." She added.

"Oh my God." I exclaimed. "You can't be serious."

She gave my package a squeeze through my pants.

"I'm sorry Mistress Ethel." I said.

"Jim," Ethel continued. "In case you haven't figured it out, I love playing sex games, especially when I'm the one in charge. My husband and I experimented a lot before he died. In fact, we were members of a sex club. Although it is technically a swinger's group, many of the members explore some of the more erotic aspects of sex. I guess many would call it kinky or perverted. After watching you and Jennifer at the party, I think you'd both fit in nicely."

"Seriously?" I replied.

"A lot of my friends belong." She continued. "We're not really a singles club, so if you're married, you have to join as a couple, but those who are single are also welcomed to join."

"That's sounds kind of interesting?" I replied. "Jenn and I have been wanting to try some new stuff and there's a few things we'd feel more comfortable trying with someone who has some experience. So this might be something we'd be interested in doing."

"We have close to a hundred members now." She replied. "Between them I think we have just about every imaginable type of kink covered. There are a few things that we don't allow at our parties but we can talk more about that if you decide to join."

"We meet once a month at a local hotel." She continued. "The parties typically have a theme and begin with a social hour. A buffet dinner follows the social then we choose our partners and spend the rest of the night 'playing'. Nobody is forced to do anything they don't want to do but most of us do like to experiment a little. You know, get a little kinky."

"Wow!" I said. "That sounds pretty interesting. SO, what kind of kink do you like the best?"

"I love to dominate men." She replied. "I'll switch now and then with a woman, but men have to submit to me. I really like being in control."

She was squeezing my balls a little harder now. I was still rigid and I suspected precum was dripping from my cock. Was I really a submissive male? I wasn't sure but I wouldn't have minded dropping to my knees and submitting to her here and now.

She said she couldn't go into a lot of details about the club until we submitted an application. If it were approved we would meet with the board of directors who would explain everything in more detail. She gave me an application package and told me to talk it over with Jennifer.

Jenn and I discussed the group over dinner. Jenn wasn't too interested until I told her about Ethel and how she was into female domination. After that, Jenn seemed to get more excited.

"I know you and Lori have been discussing this female domination thing a lot lately." I said. "And I think it might be something I would enjoy too."

"Really?" Jenn replied a little surprised at my comment.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'd want to submit all of the time" I added. "I like being in control too. The thought of dominating you excites me, but the group would give me an opportunity to experiment with others and try things you don't want to try."

"I see." Jenn said. "So you really enjoyed the party the other night didn't you? You liked submitting to all those women and letting them spank you. You liked the humiliation too I bet."

"Yeah, I guess so." I replied. "I didn't care for the paddling, although the thought of allowing those women to do it did excite me. God it hurt, but thinking about it now makes me hot. It's hard to explain."

"You're really excited about this aren't you?" Jenn continued.

"Yes I am." I replied. "I think we should give it a try. It's pretty exclusive according to Ethel, they might not even accept us. They do a thorough background check and interview all perspective members to help ensure everyone's safety. Ethel says they're very selective."

"OK," Jenn replied. "I'll give it a try. Maybe we can get Jack and Lori to join too. I'd be more comfortable if we did it as a group."

"You know, we could incorporate their parties into our game." I suggested. "Loser has to submit..."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." She replied. "By the way, have you recovered from the party yet? You didn't finish what you started the other night and you know how I hate leaving things undone.

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We filled out the application the next day and submitted it. Ethel liked the idea of inviting Jack and Lori to join. Although she hadn't met Jack, Lori told her about their relationship; it was one that she totally controlled. Ethel liked Lori and agreed to sponsor all of us.

Jack and Lori submitted their application a couple of days after ours. While we were waiting for a response we continued with our challenges. It was Jenn's turn to come up with something. She suggested a fitness challenge.

"How about we do a fitness challenge?" She suggested. "You've wanted to start working out again so this would be a great way to get you started."

"OK." I replied. "I'm game. What are you thinking?"

She suggested the challenge would consist of ten exercises. Each exercise would be a separate completion. Whoever won the most competitions would win the challenge.

"Who comes up with the exercises?" I asked.

"How about one of the trainers at the gym?" she replied.

"OK," I replied. "It's your challenge so you decide what we're playing for."

She thought for a moment before replying.

"You said you wanted to try being in control, well here's your chance" She said. "Winner gets to dominate the loser."

"Wow, are you sure?" I replied. "How long are you thinking about?"

"How about a day for each competition you lose?" She said. "The winner of the challenge would have to win at least six competitions so that means the loser of the bet would have to do whatever the winner tells them to do for at least six days.

We arrived at the gym about 2 pm on the following Saturday. We knew it wouldn't be busy on a Saturday afternoon so it would be a great time to complete the challenge. I met Liza when we arrived. Liza was Jenn's trainer. Jenn had told her about the challenge and asked her to work out the details and serve as the referee.

Liza was working out with the free weights when we arrived. She was doing squats and I immediately noticed the muscularity of her thighs as she placed the weight on her shoulders and began her squat. When she finished her set she came over to greet us.

She gave Jenn a hug as women often do and then reached out to shake my hand. She squeezed it enough to demonstrate her strength. Her grip was stronger than I expected.

"We'll start with the treadmill." She said. "It's a good warm up exercise and is gender neutral. We'll start out slow and then increase the speed and amount of incline every two minutes until one of you quits."

She really put us through our paces. Sit-ups were next followed by stair steps and push-ups. By the time we took our first break I was losing three events to one. My legs already ached and I knew I was in trouble.

After a short break she focused on some upper body exercises. I was sure I'd be able to catch up and even take the lead by the time we moved on to the lower extremities. We used free weights and proceeded through four additional exercises. The winner of each event was the one who lifted the most total weight.

Liza explained that we could lift a heavier weight which would probably result is being able to complete less repetitions or we could use a lighter one and repeat it more often. She thought that was the fairest way to be accommodate both sexes since men typically had more upper body strength than women. I realized this would make the competition more even. When we took our next break the score was tied at four.

The last two events tested lower body strength. I had to win at least one of them but my legs felt like rubber. Jenn ended up winning both events. When the challenge was over I had lost 6 to 4.

"Looks like you'll be submitting to me for the next six days." Jenn said while standing next to Liza. "We'll start tomorrow. Liza, can you help. I think Jim needs a new conditioning program. How about letting me bring him by on Monday."

"Sure," Liza said. Bring him by about eight o'clock. We're not busy then. The jazzercise class will be here but they shouldn't bother us."

I did housework all day Sunday. Jenn had me put on the maid's costume I wore to the first CFNM party. She gave me a list of chores to do and left to go shopping. When she returned several hours later, Lori was with her. Jenn inspected my work and was satisfied I'd done a good job.

I fixed the ladies dinner and then cleaned the kitchen. They were waiting for me in the basement when I was done.

"I bought something for you today." Jenn said. "Lori helped me pick it out. It's a chastity device and I want you to put it on."

I looked at the device, I had seen them on the internet. It was basically a cage that locked around my cock and kept it from growing when aroused. Jenn locked it on me and then stripped. The sight of her naked body caused my cock to twitch but it was unable to grow. I was already frustrated.

She tied me to a chair and then started making out with Lori. Within minutes they were both naked. It was a double muff diving session. I wanted to join them but couldn't because of my restraints. I sat there and watched as they had sex. My cock wanted out of its cage, but I was sure that was not likely to happen.

When they got tired of each other they untied me and took me upstairs to the bedroom. Jenn laid on the bed and spread her legs.

"Eat me" she said. "Make love to your boss. My pussy owns you and you will worship it every night this week. You are a slave to it and will suffer as you worship it."

With that I felt the strap on my ass. Lori was administering it to my butt. She said she would continue until Jenn was satisfied and then they would trade places. My cock was in agony as it tried to escape its prison. By the time the women switched places my butt was bright red and swollen. Lori spread her legs while Jenn grabbed the strap. I spent the next hour bringing my neighbor to multiple orgasms.

Jennifer gave me a pair of her pantyhose to wear to work on Monday but looked at the bulge my chastity created.

"This will never do." She said. "I want you to buy some control type panty girdles during lunch. Push your cock between your legs and use the panties to hold it there. That should take care of your bulge."

She told me to put the pantyhose on. They were tight but I managed. She looked me over and then sent me to work with the bulge obviously present.

Jenn called about mid-morning to see how I was doing. She told me she had a list of things she wanted me to buy when I went shopping at lunchtime.

"Ask Ethel if you can take a long lunch to run some errands for me." Jenn said. "I want you to ask her in person. No phone calls or e-mail. I'm emailing you the list of things you'll need. You'll be in panties for the rest of the week so be sure to buy plenty. I expect you to change them whenever you soil them. You should keep a few spare at the office in case you have an accident. I'm sure you will be inspected on a regular basis."

"You'll probably need some help getting the correct size so get a sales associates to help you." She continued. "If you have any problems, have the sales associate give me a call and make sure you tip her well before you leave."

I went to Ethel's office to see if I could take a long lunch. My bulge was clearly visible as I asked Ms. Adams if Ethel was available. I had to sit and wait for a few minutes before Ethel could see me. While I was sitting there, Joyce kept glancing at my feet. I realized that the panty hose was clearly visible. I turned red while she seemed to enjoy my embarrassment.

I stood when Ethel opened the door to greet me. The bulge was clearly visible and she noticed immediately. I glanced in Joyce's direction. She was enjoying my humiliation.

"Hello Jim." Ethel said. "I was just getting ready to call you."

"Good morning Ma'am." I replied.

Jim, we're in private so greet me appropriately." She replied.

I looked to Joyce who was pretending to do something on her computer.

"Ah, Good morning Mistress Ethel." I replied. "May I see you in private for a moment?"

I followed her into her office. Before closing the door she asked Joyce to bring her a cup of coffee.

"Your application had been approved by the board" Ethel said before giving me a chance to speak. "Be at my house at 7 pm next Saturday for an interview."

"Mistress Ethel," I replied. How... I mean Joyce... I thought..."

"...that you only had to use my proper title here in my office?" She completed for me. "Don't worry about Joyce. She's my slave. She knows all about you. I've shown her all of the pictures from the parties; even the ones that clearly identify you. Now, please tell me why you have pantyhose on and what's that bulge in your pants? Are you just happy to see me or do you have another problem?"

I suspected that Jenn had already called Ethel but she made me tell her the whole story. She wanted to see so she made me drop my pants. As I did, Joyce knocked at the door and then entered. She smiled at my predicament but said nothing.

"Is there anything else, Ma'am" Joyce asked.

"Yes," Ethel replied. "Be a good girl and help Jim drop his panties. I want to get a good look at that thing he has on his cock."

I was allowed to get dressed after they had finished inspecting me. Ethel told me that Jenn had called and asked her to inspect me twice a day to make sure my new panties didn't get soiled. If they did, Ethel was free to give me a spanking and supervise me as I changed into clean ones.

"Jim, you know I'm a busy woman." Ethel said. "I'll be glad to do the inspection when I'm not busy; but when I am, Joyce will do the inspection for me. She is quite capable of putting you over her knee and administering a sound spanking if needed. Now, go buy the things on Jenn's list. Be sure that bulge is gone when you get back. It is not really appropriate here in the office."
I didn't want to deal with a crowded the mall to do my shopping. I googled 'women's clothing stores' and found a boutique that was close and seemed to fit my needs.

The place was a little more upscale than I had expected. There were about a dozen women browsing through the assortment of clothing. I started looking through the display of panties hoping that one of the sales associates would come over to assist me without having to ask. After holding up several pair, I noticed some of the shoppers glancing in my direction. I was the only man in the store so I could only imagine what they might be thinking.

A women who appeared to be a little older than me came over and asked if she could help. She was nicely dressed in a conservative looking business suit. Her name tag indicated that her name was Barbara.

"Yes ma'am." I said as politely as I could. "My wife sent me in here to buy some panties but I'm not really familiar with what I'm looking for."

"How sweet." She said. "Do you know her size?"

"Oh... well... you see," I stuttered. "They're not for her, they're for me."

I'm sure my face turned beet red as I watched for a reaction from her. She just stood and stared at me.

"Is this a joke?" She asked. "I don't have time for games. I'm a busy women and don't appreciate..."

"No ma'am." I interjected. "It's no joke. You can call her if you like. In fact she gave me a list of what to buy."

I handed her the email. It instructed her to call if there were any questions.

"Please, I'll make it worth your time." I begged not wanting to have to start over in another shop. "Please Miss Barbara, I really do need your help."

She looked at me for a few minutes longer and then called my wife's number. I could only hear one side of the conversation.

"Yes... Yes... I agree... I'm sure we have some things that will fit him nicely... Colors? Yes we have a good selection... Fitting room? Yes I think I can arrange for him to try them on before he leaves. Sure... Fine...Yes, that sounds great. Bye."

She hung up the phone.

"You have a very understanding wife." Barbara said. "Not many women would be so understanding when they found out their husband's a cross dresser. I'm curious, how long have you been wearing women's clothing? Well. No matter. I guess we better get you measured."

I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know what Jenn had told her so I was a little hesitant to say anything. I just stammered for a little while as she kept asking me questions.

"I guess you're a little embarrassed." Barbara said. "Is this your first time shopping by yourself? Very well. Just let Miss Barbara help you. We'll get you measured and find some nice things to wear. Rachel, where did you put the measuring tape. I need to measure this gentleman for some panties and I can't find it. Oh, never mind. Here it is."

The other women in the shop were staring at me now. Barbara measured my waist and hips. I felt her brush across my penis as she measured my thighs. I noticed the other customers were now snickering. I was probably more embarrassed than I had been serving the women at the parties. I just wanted to leave but that wasn't going to happen until Barbara was done.

"What's that on your thingy" She asked as she brushed against it again.

I explained as she finished measuring me and gathered up a few things to try on. She told me to follow her. We headed back into the storeroom where she found a bench I could sit on to change.

"I can't have you trying these on in the fitting rooms out front." She said. "They're for real women. You can strip back here and try them on. I'll be glad to help if you need any."

I tried on several pairs of panties. She had provided several styles and colors. Some were designed to flatten the tummy while others lifted and supported my butt. One pair encased my body from just below the nipple line to mid-thigh. It was very confining. When I looked in the mirror I noticed that it gave my body some feminine curves and made it look like I had a pair of small boobs.

I had to model each pair for her. She helped "adjust" a couple of them, showing me how they should be properly worn. When she saw the chastity device she told me to stand and spread my legs so she could get a closer look. She called the other sales associates so they could see too. My cock was already trying to grow and her manipulation of it only made things worse.

The last thing I tried on were a pair of high waist control panties. When I got them on I realized they had a thong back. She commented on how nice they made my butt look with the fabric buried between my cheeks.

"Your wife also asked me to find a pair of punishment panties for you to wear." Barbara said. "She said she was going to use them to gauge how long your paddling would last on Friday. She told me it would last until your ass matched the color of the panties. I think these red one will do nicely but she insisted that I get the color right. She suggested that I take you across my knee so I can match the color properly. Go ahead and strip while I get my hairbrush."

Barbara pulled me across her knees and started giving me a bare handed spanking. It stung but wasn't nearly as painful as the paddling I got at the party. She noticed the hand prints she was leaving and commented how fast I turned color. When her hand started to get sore she picked up the hairbrush and continued.

I was sure the impact could be heard throughout the store. Rachel came back to see what was going on. She laughed when she saw me over Barbara's lap.

"I need to do that to my boyfriend." Rachel said as she took a picture. "I think every little boy needs a woman to spank him when he's been bad and this boy sure looks like he's been bad today."

"You can have him when I'm done." Barbara said. "Ask Gwen and Stacy if they want to have some fun too. We're supposed to give him a thorough paddling and then find a pair of panties that match the color of his ass. I want it good and red because his wife is going to use them as punishment panties. She said she was going to turn his ass the color of his panties whenever she punishes him and I want to make sure that she gets his attention each time she does."

"Looks like you made a good start there." Rachel said. "I'll go check with the others."

I spent time over each of the women's laps. Stacy was administering a volley of about twenty rapid stokes when Rachel escorted two other women to the storeroom.

"Barbara," Rachel began. "Mrs. Peters and her sister overheard me explaining what was going on back here to Stacy. They wanted to come back and watch. I hope that's OK."

"That's fine with me." Barbara said. "And I don't think he's in much of a position to protest."

"Actually," Mrs. Peters announced. "We'd like to participate, but I see that you ladies have already done a wonderful job of turning his ass a nice shade of red. I haven't spanked a naughty boy since my son left the house. It's something that I miss doing and I was hoping that..."

"Nonsense." Barbara said. "We're trying to see how red we can make him. I promised not to break skin or cause any permanent marks, but I think he's a long way from that. You can take over when Stacy gets tired, and your sister is welcome to join in as well."

They proved to be well versed in the art of spanking. I was crying when they finished but they were not done. They made me stand in the corner with my hands on my head while Barbara searched for the perfect colored panties to match the color of my ass.

"Don't you dare move from that spot or lower your arms." Mrs. Peters said. "If you do I'll bend you over a chair and grab a belt. I'm sure that will generate some nice color."

The women made me stand in the corner for thirty minutes. They demanded to know why I was wearing a chastity device. Reluctantly I told them what had happened. They wanted Jenn's number. When I hesitated to provide it, Barbara handed them the email. They wrote Jenn's number down and told me they would be in touch.

My arms were tired but I didn't dare move them. Barbara found some panties of an appropriate color. They were a dark red, almost maroon colored. When my time was up Barbara suggested I wear the thong backed panties out of the store. They seemed to do the best job of keeping my caged cock in place between my legs which made the problem of my bulge disappear.

I paid for my purchases and gave each of the sales associates a nice tip. They told me to come back any time. They even suggested I buy a nice new dress to go with my pretty panties. I declined and headed back to work.

Jenn called about mid afternoon to see how I was doing. I could hear her laughing as I told her about my experience at the boutique.

"Yeah," Jenn said. "Mrs. Peters called me. She wanted to confirm what you told her. She was really interested in our CFNM parties and asked if she could come the next time we have one. In fact, she asked if she could spank you again. I told her to come over Friday night."

Jenn told me she would be a little late getting home that night as she had some shopping of her own to do. She told me to start dinner when I got home and then do the laundry she had left on the bed.

Dinner was ready when she got home. I thought she would devour me as she came through the door into the kitchen. She pushed me against the sink and attacked me. Her hands roamed across my body and my caged cock as she kissed me passionately. When she finally came up for air she smiled and asked if I was glad to see her.

Dinner was uneventful. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen and finished the laundry. Jenn informed me that we needed to get to the gym to meet Liza. She inspected my panties before telling me to change into a fresh pair. She then threw me a pair of spandex shorts and a sleeveless top that said "She wears the pants" on the front and "I wear the panties" on the back. The shorts didn't hide the bulge caused by my caged cock. It was in plain view for anyone who cared to look.

When we arrived at the gym Liza was waiting for us. The only other people there were the women in the jazzercise class. Liza said she needed to do a physical assessment to see where I was in my conditioning. We started with some cardio.

First was the treadmill followed by the bike and stair-stepper. By the time we were done, my thighs were on fire and my legs felt like rubber. The women from the jazzercise class were starting to head to the locker room. They stopped when they saw my shirt.

"Look at his shirt." One of them said. "Isn't that cute."

"Yeah, but not as cute as that ass. I bet he looks good in panties." Another one replied.

"I wonder if he wears thongs." Someone else asked.

Jenn suggested that we head to the locker room where she had me strip for the women. There were about a dozen of them. The instructor was a tall woman named Jasmine. She wasn't as muscular as Liza but it was evident that she was a regular at the gym. Her skin was cinnamon colored and her body was muscular like an athlete's.

"What's that on his cock?" One of them asked.

"That's a chastity device." Jenn replied.

"He lost a bet so he'll be in panties all week." She said. "I've always wanted to try 'tease and denial' so I put the chastity belt on him as well. I started teasing him yesterday and plan to continue until Friday. I told him it would stay on longer if he didn't cooperate so he's at my mercy until it comes off."

"That's wicked." One woman said. "Looks like his little head is already going crazy. Look how it's trying to grow. Can I touch it?"

My cock was throbbing now. The woman reached out to fondle it. I closed my eyes and tried to think about the computer program I'd been working on; anything to get my mind thinking of something other than sex.

"You can tease him all you like," Jenn said. "In fact, feel free to tease whenever he's here. He'll be working with Liza on a regular basis so I'm sure you'll see him around."

"Damn right," Jasmine said.

I got dressed so I could finish my workout with Liza. She had a little paddle that she used on me whenever she felt I wasn't trying hard enough. My body ached when we were done; both from all of the exercises she made me do and from the paddle she used to motivate me.

I had to go to the gym every night to workout. I wore my panties and the chastity device under the shirt that Jenn had bought for me. I arrived about two hours before closing giving Liza plenty of time to work with me.

Liza and Jasmine were talking when I arrived on Tuesday. When I finished my workout Liza told me to follow her into the jazzercise classroom. She told me to bend over a chair they had placed along one of the walls and spread my legs.

"Liza said you were slacking while doing your exercises last night." Jasmine said. "Each night that happens you will come in here at the end of your workout and we will try to improve your motivation."

Jasmine gave each of the women a leather strap and told them to start. Liza pulled my shorts down exposing my pantied bottom. She straddled my head to keep me in a bent over position as the women started jogging around the room single file. Each gave me a stroke on the butt as they passed. Twelve strokes for each lap. After 20 laps they stopped.

"Thank each of the girls for wanting to help." Liza said. "Tomorrow they'll do thirty laps since you didn't perform to my satisfaction again tonight. Each night the number will increase until I see improvement."

I approached the first woman and thanked her for her help. She reached out to massage my balls before telling me to kiss her feet. Another had me kiss her sweaty ass. Each women was different. Several rubbed my face in their sweat covered crotch. Others liked the idea of me kissing their ass and feet. One even smothered my face between her large breasts. It was an hour later before they released me to go home.

When I got home Jenn was waiting for me in bed. I took a shower and joined her. She demanded I bring her to several orgasms before allowing me to sleep. Her paddle always seemed to be handy if I couldn't perform to her expectations.

I did all of the housework during the week. Lori came over a couple of times and helped Jennifer tease me until I was nearly in tears. Each night I went to see Liza at the gym and twice I found myself bent over the chair in the Jazzercise room.

Work offered no relief for me. Twice a day I had to visit Ethel for inspection. Joyce usually ended up performing it in the outer office. I was terrified that someone would walk in. Little did I know that Joyce could lock the door electronically by pushing a button at her desk.

She gave me a couple of over the knee spankings before the week was over. She used a strap to bring tears to my eyes. The spankings must have excited her as much as they were painful for me because I could see the arousal on her face and smell her feminine scent by the time she was done.

I discovered that she didn't wear panties at work, of if she did, she removed them before my arrival. I knew this because she made me clean between her legs when she was done with the strap. She liked to wrap her long legs around my shoulders to trap my face there. She wouldn't release me until she had multiple orgasms.

Friday night finally arrived. My cock was eager for freedom. I hadn't cum in a week and Willy was ready for action. While my cock had been deprived, my tongue had worked overtime to keep Jenn happy. Now my cock was straining against its prison. I was naked except for my new punishment panties and my wrist and ankle restraints.

When I followed Jenn into the basement Lori was there along with Meghan and Elaine.

"Tonight we will test Jim to see if he is ready for release." Jenn began. "I have not allowed him an orgasm for the last six days although he has brought me many with his talented tongue. Tonight he must earn his release, but as they say, ladies first."

Jenn explained that I would have to make each of the women orgasm prior to gaining my freedom. They rolled a pair of dice to see who would go first. Elaine won.

Lori brought in a bench which was just wide enough to support my torso. She tied me to it in three places before securing my ankles and arms to its legs. Next she put a harness over my head and attached it to the bench totally immobilizing me. I couldn't even move my head.

Lori then produced a portable toilet seat and it dawned on me what this bench was. It was her queening bench; the one Jenn told me about. The one Lori used to make Jack drink her pee. I tried to struggle but was unable to free myself.

Lori placed the seat over my head and adjusted the height so that my face stuck through the seat. Elaine stripped from the waist down and sat facing my feet. My nose found the crack of her ass and my mouth was centered under her cunt.

For the next couple of hours I served as the women's personal cuntlapper. They took turns using me until my tongues was too sore to continue. They used me as their urinal as well. Whenever someone had to pee, she would sit on the seat and use my open mouth until she was done. I then had to lick her clean.

Mrs. Peters and her sister arrived about 9. I had forgotten Jenn had invited them to take part in the spanking I knew was coming. Ruth kept looking at the contraption I was lying on. I don't think she understood its purpose.

"Ok Ruth, it's your turn." Jenn said. "Just sit on his face and enjoy."

"I don't know," Mrs. Peters replied. "I just came for the spanking. I don't know that I really want to..."

"Nonsense." Lori added. "You'll enjoy it. And if he doesn't do a good job it will give you more of an excuse to spank him."

Ruth Peters and her sister were matronly women. They were large and appeared to be in their fifties. I was sure they weighed over two hundred pounds. They had huge and sagging breasts and a wide bottom. I groaned when Ruth removed her panties and sat on the seat.

She didn't bother to remove her dress. She pulled it up as she sat and then draped it over the seat as she settled on my face. She rocked back and forth a couple of times before sealing her hairy cunt over my mouth.

I struggled to breath as she sat there talking with the other ladies. They were discussing the last CFNM party and specifically the spanking that I received. After ten minutes of torture I felt her start to respond to my efforts. After another ten minutes she was spraying me with her love juice. She was panting and rubbing her sex across my face.

"Oh sis, you've got to try this." She exclaimed. "This is awesome. God. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Oh, my... honey, I think I'm going to pee myself..."

"Go ahead." Jenn replied. "Just pee in his mouth."

Ruth Peters seemed to pee forever. It wasn't a constant stream but more like short spurts. She filled my mouth over and over again before composing herself.

"Do you think he could clean my other hole before I get up?" she asked. "I'm feeling a little dirty back there and don't want to soil my panties."

"Just tell him what you want him to do." Jenn said. "He'll do whatever you want if he wants to be released tonight."

Ruth's sister was next. She looked to be a little heavier than Ruth. She wasn't bashful after seeing what Ruth dad done. She rubbed herself back and forth across my face. The friction stimulated her but she needed something else to drive her over the edge. She told me to flick my tongue across her clit. When I did she erupted, covering my face with her cum.

It was now time for my spanking. They bent me over the back of a chair and secured my ankles and wrists to its legs. Jenn instructed each woman to administer 50 strokes with their favorite instrument. If my ass didn't match the color of my panties, then they would go another round. They would keep going until my ass matched the panties. Elaine went first.
It took a couple of rounds before Jenn was satisfied with the results. They released me from the chair only to secure me again to the bench. This time she unlocked my cock from its prison and invited all of the women to tease me but not let me cum.

She laid a couple of feathers on the table and encouraged the women to torment me. Jenn gave me a blow job that drove me to the edge of climax before stopping and allowing me to cool off. A couple of the women took the feathers and ran them along my shaft. I was begging for relief but none came.

Lori masturbated me bringing me to the verge of shooting before squeezing my balls and preventing my ejaculation. Over and over she repeated her torture until I told her I would do anything she asked if she'd let me cum.

"Anything?" she asked. "Would you be my slave for the next three months?"

I shook my head no so she continued the erotic torture.

For the next ninety minutes they teased me. Even Ruth and her sister helped out,

It was after midnight when Jenn escorted the women to the door. I had the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind. Jenn was naked when she returned. She straddled the bench and impaled herself on my cock in a single stroke. I shot in less than a minute. I had never cum like this before. It just seemed to spurt wave after wave. I was still erect when I finished.

"Do you want to cum again?" Jennifer asked.

"God yes!" I replied.

"Then you have to eat what you sowed to make room for more." She replied as she planted her sex on my mouth.

Minutes later I was tied spread eagle to our bed. Jenn was riding my cock and every time I came she'd straddle my face and make me eat her out. She continued until my cock couldn't function. The last two or three orgasms weren't productive. She had milked me dry and I was exhausted.

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Sep 3, 2018 in femdom

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