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The Vacation Pt. 06

This story is a work of fiction. The Characters do not exist in real life. Be warned. It contains aspects of Female Domination that are consensual and non-consensual. As with most stories, starting in the middle doesn't make sense. Constructive comments welcomed.

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The Vacation begins


I spent Monday recuperating from the weekend. Barbara had shown me the reality of the sadistic side of female domination; a side I once fantasized about but no longer wanted to live. I still enjoyed the thought of serving a dominant woman and wanted to serve Shirley as her submissive. I resolved to discuss the situation with her when she got home.

We had a pleasant dinner that night. I sat at her feet while we talked about everything that had happened. We discussed what made us feel uncomfortable and what aroused us. Shirley listened as I told her how I now felt about serving her and about the Femdom lifestyle in general.

Shirley seemed to understand. She wanted to continue with the Femdom concept but wasn't sure if she would be able satisfy my need to be disciplined. She felt she needed additional coaching to do it right. She told me she had an idea and would let me know when she had worked out the details.

We headed to the bedroom where I provided her with a sensuous massage followed by an extended session of oral sex. Before she drifted off to sleep, she reminded me that I was supposed to help Ellen in the morning. I was actually looking forward to it.

I arrived at Ellen's house about 8 AM. She was just getting ready to leave for work. I dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. I told her how beautiful she was and how stupid Jack was for not worshiping her every minute of the day. She seemed to like the attention and hugged me tightly when I finally stood.

She gave me a list of things to do and told me she would be home after lunch to check up on me. I finished the outside work about 11 am. I took a break and then started washing the windows. I cleaned a pile of dishes that she had left in the sink and finally cleaned all of the bathrooms. When I got to the master bathroom I noticed the hamper was full of her dirty laundry. I decided to do a load or two while I waited for her to return. As I was separating the wash I discovered several pairs of her dirty panties. I couldn't help but hold them to my face and inhale deeply. I could smell her scent. I imagined her masturbating into them and began licking the crotch. I was in heaven.

"If you want to do my laundry you can do the panties I'm wearing as well." She laughed as she stood at the door. "You are such a naughty boy aren't you? I think you'll get a spanking after lunch."

I could feel my face turning red. I imagined it was as red as my soon to be spanked butt. I stopped what I was doing and started to put the panties down.

"Nope," She said. "Finish what you started. There should be five or six more pair in there. Clean them all with your tongue before you come down for lunch. Bring the other stuff down and put them in the washer. When you finish, meet me in the kitchen. I'm going down to fix a bite to eat. Do you want something or will my pussy be sufficient?"

I carried the laundry to the basement before returning to the kitchen. I got to my knees and massaged her feet as I watched her eat. When I finished with her feet, she allowed me to eat what she had prepared for me. When we were finished we headed to the bedroom. I lay on her bed and watched as she stripped off her business suit. Her pink bikini panties were soaked. They ended up on the floor as she got on the bed.

She was kneeling astride my face. I looked up and saw her glistening sex. I couldn't wait to devour it. She was my dessert and I couldn't wait to taste its sweetness. She slowly lowered herself onto my face. Her entire weight pinned me with my nose buried between her cheeks. My senses were overloaded. The only thing I recognized was the musky smell radiating from her ass. I sucked in whatever air I could through my mouth but that was short lived as she had other plans for that orifice.

She leaned forward, allowing me to breathe normally. She forced her hot and dripping pussy into my mouth and ordered me to serve her. I obliged her and stuck my tongue deep into her and flicked it back and forth. She immediately began moaning in pleasure. In my mind's eye I could see her massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was getting more excited and was soon humping my face. Her pussy slid back and forth across my mouth as she tried to increase the friction that stimulated her. I knew she was close, as her breathing became more erratic. She was whimpering and moaning. She rubbed faster. She was bouncing up and down on my erect tongue, impaling herself on it. She was a maniac, a sex deprived vixen and she was using my face to satisfy her carnal urges.

She wasn't the only one excited. My cock hurt. It wanted in on the action but Shirley made sure that my cock remained celebrate. I could feel it pulsating with each beat of my heart. The cage did its job well. I was trapped and under control. When Ellen came she screamed in ecstasy. After what seemed like an eternity she calmed down and settled back onto my face.

I was out of breath and panting from my exertion. She rested for a moment and then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a dildo out of the drawer. There were actually two dildos. They were mated together at the bases. One was about six inches in length and had a strap attached to the base. The other was longer and thicker. She smiled as she separated them and stuck the smaller one in my mouth.

She made me suck it for a few minutes. When she was sure I could handle it, she secured the strap around my head and pulled it tight. It was fully impaled in my mouth. I had to concentrate on my breathing in order to keep from choking which amused her as she watched me struggle. When she was satisfied I could breathe, she attached the larger cock to the base affixed to my mouth. It pointed stoically into the air. She mounted my face and impaled herself on the fake cock.

She started to move up and down, pummeling my face. With every down stroke her ass smashed into my nose. She'd pause every so often with the cock fully impaled in her. With my mouth gagged and my nose trapped, I couldn't breathe. She let me squirm for about 20 seconds, savoring the feeling of my nose trying to escape its entrapment under her ass; then she started again. I was out of breath, trying to avoid choking on her cock while she giggled and enjoyed my predicament.

After her orgasm she got off the bed and looked at my cum covered face.

"How do I smell?" She asked with a giggle.

"Ummm." Was all I could say as I panted and tried to catch my breath.

"The next time will be a lot slower." She said as she left the room. I lay there trying to recover.

She came back a few minutes later carrying a paddle.

"I bought this just for you." She said. "I think it's time to try it out.

She had me to lift my legs into the air. She grabbed them and pulled them up toward my head. She was straddling the cock that was still attached to my face. As she lowered herself onto it she trapped my legs under her thighs. As she descended, my ass was lifted off the bed and my ass was exposed to anything she had in mind.

She started impaling herself on the cock. They were long slow stokes. I soon felt the first sting from her paddle. First it was the right check, then the left. Then a few in rapid succession to the same area. They weren't that hard and the pain was minimal compared to what I had received over the weekend. I think it might have actually felt good if my ass hadn't already been so sore.

As she became more aroused, the strokes increased in intensity. As she neared her climax the paddling stopped and she impaled herself fully on the cock. She was now suffocating me. I began to struggle and squirm under her. I think she enjoyed my suffering as I heard her giggle and felt her wiggle her butt. After about 30 seconds she leaned forward to allow me to breathe.

"I want to ride your face for the next two hours." she said. "I will continue to spank you while I ride my cock. If I feel like I'm going to cum, I'll stop until I cool off. You'll be suffocated under my ass but at least the spanking will stop. When I am ready, I'll start again. Unfortunately for you, the spanking will resume as well."

I considered the options; if I aroused her, she would stop the spanking but suffocate me with her ass. If I didn't satisfy her, she would increase the intensity of the spanking. A catch-22 situation, but I really didn't mind.

She came twice more before she was through. She had pinned me on the bed for nearly two hours. She removed the dildo gag and looked down at me. She was sitting on my chest now, facing my head. I looked up and smiled. She scooted up and planted her ass on my mouth. My tongue found her asshole and give it a little poke. She pushed down, forcing my tongue inside her. She cooed as I rimmed her. Her pussy juice, sweat and the musky smell of her ass overwhelmed me and drove my erotic passion. She was shivering with her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. She was whimpering with pleasure as she pressed her ass into my mouth.

When she was done she got off of me and allowed me to stretch my legs. I was too stiff to move so I lay there for a few minutes.

"Since you can't seem to get up," she smiled. "Let me use your mouth one more time."

My tongue protested as she straddled me again. She was facing the headboard now. She sealed her pussy over my mouth and I could feel her bear down. I knew what was coming. Her golden nectar sprayed the back of my throat and I started to gulp it down. It was more pleasant than the morning pee of Barbara, more copious as well. She kept at it for a couple of minutes, stopping when she felt I had to swallow. When she finished, I cleaned her.

She got off the bed and wiped my face with her discarded panties before sticking them in my mouth and telling me to clean them.

As I was leaving she told me that she would inspect my work and deal with any deficiencies when I returned next week. She gave my ass a little swat as I left.

That night Shirley informed me she had arranged for me to do all of Ruth's house and yard work. In exchange for my services, Ruth agreed to be my disciplinarian. She would supervise my work on a daily basis and provide whatever discipline she felt I needed.

I spent all day Wednesday catching up on my housework. Shirley had left me a list that included cleaning the house, doing the laundry and changing the bedding. Ruth came over twice during the day to check up on me. I received a few swats from her paddle as motivation. It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable.

I knocked on Ruth's door about 9 AM on Thursday morning. She greeted me with the cane in her hand and demanded to know why I was an hour late. I told her I had a few chores to finish at home before coming to serve her.

"You should have gotten up earlier so you could finish your home chores and be here on time." She said. "I expect you here at 8 AM each Thursday. From now on, you'll earn a stroke from the cane for each minute you're late."

I was already an hour late so I fully expected her to administer 60 strokes. I was trembling.

"I'm feeling lenient today so I am only going to give you a stroke for every five minutes you were late." She said. "Strip and fold your clothes neatly and put them on the porch. While you are inside my house you will not be wearing any clothes. You can either arrive naked or strip outside and leave your clothes on the porch. It's up to you."

I received two sets of six strokes as promised. I had endured her cane before so I knew what to expect. I knew the penalty for getting out of position while being punished so I concentrated on maintaining my position and thanked her for each stroke.

Ruth said that the entire house needed a good cleaning. I started in the kitchen. She sat at the table, watching my every move. It seemed like she was staring at my caged cock, trying to figure out a way to use it while it was locked in my chastity device. For once I was glad it was locked away. It was flaccid and remained that way as Ruth occasionally bent me over to administer a stroke or two to my butt. She was either a perfectionist or just wanted an excuse to exercise her cane.

I cleaned the house from top to bottom. We broke for lunch about noon. She had me fix her something to eat but didn't offer me any of it. Instead, I spent my lunch under the table servicing her pussy as she munched on what I had prepared.

After lunch I finished with the cleaning. There was still laundry to do. She supervised as I separated her things and put the first load in the washer. There was a pile of her used panties left in the hamper. She told me to 'prewash' them with my mouth.

"Be sure you treat any of the stains you find." She said, obviously amused at what she said. "I find a good soaking is best."

I understood her intention. I sucked on the crotch of her panties. Those that were especially crusty got extra attention. By the time I was done I was well acquainted with her taste.

About 3 pm Ruth told me to follow her upstairs to her bedroom.

"We have two hours left before you have to go home." She announced. "I have some special needs that need your attention."

She had me lay face up on her bed and got on top of me in a 69 position. She was naked now. She planted her bush in my face and told me to start. It wasn't like worshiping Ellen. Her hips were wide and her weight nearly smothering me. Her snatch, with its thick red forest, had a strong scent of woman. She didn't hide her aroma behind the pleasant essence of strawberries like Ellen did. It was difficult to be enthusiastic about pleasing her, especially since I had spent the last hour licking and sucking her used underwear. Still, I tried my best to satisfy her.

She was playing with my cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of it through its cage. She took the entire shaft, cage and all, and deep throated it. She played with my balls as well, occasionally squeezing them lightly. When she finished with the shaft she started on my balls. She engulfed one into her mouth and raked her teeth over it lightly. When it popped out, the other one replaced it. I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain that I was experiencing.

I pleasured her orally for what seemed like an hour. I wanted to bring her to orgasm, hoping she would leave my cock alone if I did. I tried all my tricks but she just didn't seem to respond. Finally she came. She seemed to explode all at once. It was a combination of cum and pee. It drowned me. My face and hair were covered in her fluids. The sheets were soaked as well.

She was deep throating me again as she continued pummeling my face with her pussy. A few minutes later she ejaculated again. I consumed all I could but it just kept coming. When she finished she sat up, still straddling my face. She looked down at what she had done.

"I usually piss when I cum." She said. "I couldn't get my husband to eat me because of it. Sometimes I'll have three or four orgasms in a row, one after the other. You got a small taste of what to expect. I'm sure you'll learn to appreciate it."

She was still riding me. My nose was now buried in her ass as she continued to ride my face. Her excitement was mounting again. She must have enjoyed the feeling of my nose as it pressed against her puckered hole. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face tightly against her.

"Oh no!" She yelled. "No, Oh my God. I'm going to explode again, Oh!"

She rose off my face allowing me a few last gasps of fresh air before planting her ass squarely over my mouth. She spread her cheeks wide, ensuring my mouth was buried deep in her crack. She fingered herself to her fifth orgasm.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever. I tasted the trickle of pee. My tongue was still buried in her ass as she rode my face. She passed gas as she came. The smell engulfed the room. She laid there when she was done. She was too exhausted to move. Her entire weight crushed me and her juices flowed down over my face.

"Clean me." She said. "Clean my ass. You might as well start getting used to the taste. You'll be doing this often. I'll be using you in place of toilet paper. It's so much more enjoyable for me, and it's better for the environment. I'm sure you'll eventually get used to the taste; but the smell, that will take even longer to get used to."

I cleaned her and thanked her for the privilege. She tasted a little bitter but it was the smell that brought tears to my eyes. When I was done she rolled off and told me I was free to go home. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I needed to get home so I could get her taste out of my mouth.

I gathered my clothes from her back porch and scurried home. I hoped no one would see me. When I got to the door I realized it was locked and the keys were in my pants pocket. I was rummaging through my pants trying to find the key when I noticed my neighbors from across the street were staring at me. They shook their heads in disbelief before heading into their house

When Shirley got home I met her at the door. She was in a good mood and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. It had taken over an hour to get cleaned up and get Ruth's taste out of my mouth so dinner was a little late. Shirley asked my how my first day serving Ruth went. I told her about the day's events and about what happened in the bedroom. I purposely refrained from telling her how Ruth used me as her TP. It was just too embarrassing. When I was done I pleaded with her to find someone else to serve as my disciplinarian.

"Let me look at you." Shirley said. "It doesn't look like she did any permanent damage."

"No, but..." I replied.

"Ellen beat you didn't she?" Shirley asked.

"Yea, but..." I said.

"And she's peed on you before as well hasn't she?" Shirley continued.

"Yea, but..." I stammered.

"So what's the difference? You don't complain about Ellen." Shirley said. "The only difference I can see is that Ellen is pretty and Ruth is... less so."

I hung my head in defeat.

"I'll have Ruth stop using you if you like." Shirley added.

I looked up with a bit of hope in my eyes.

"But if I do, I will also have to stop you from seeing Ellen, and I'll have to invite Barbara back every couple of weeks to assist me with your discipline. It's your choice; Ruth or Barbara."

"Ah." I sighed. "No need to get Barbara involved again."

I went to finish getting dinner ready. There was a knock at the door. Since I was still naked, Shirley answered it. I heard her talking with someone. She walked into the room followed by three women I recognized as the neighbors from across the street. I knew this meant trouble for me.

"Dean," Shirley announced. "These young women say you exposed yourself to them earlier today. They gave me a very good description of you and your chastity device so I'm sure they are telling the truth. I think you owe them an explanation and an apology."

I explained what had happened. By the time I had finished they were laughing and wanted to see my belt up close and personal. They had heard of such things but hadn't seen anyone locked up. Shirley told them to play with it all they wanted. She excused herself and headed upstairs allowing the girls to explore, fondle and inspect the device and my reaction to their play.

The girls introduced themselves as Sandy, Paula and Robin. They were seniors at the local college. Sandy and Paula were quite attractive. Sandy was tall and slender. She was probably a C-cup girl. She was a dancer and had long, slender legs and a cute butt that complimented the shorts she was wearing. She was a blonde, but I doubted that was her natural color.
Paula was a little shorter than Sandy. She had auburn colored hair that hung to her shoulders. Her blue eyes seemed like they could look into your soul. Like Sandy she was slender but not as skinny. Her curves were subtle, except for the mountainous bulges made by the huge tits that rose from nowhere and seemed to defy gravity.

Robin was more of the jock type. She was stocky but was wearing sweats which made it difficult to assess her body. She had dark hair and eyes. Her hair was short and curly. She seemed to be assessing the situation more cautiously than the others and was more hesitant when she reached out and squeezed my hardening cock. She jerked the cage hard a couple of times before releasing it.

Shirley returned a few minutes later carrying my paddle.

"What happened may not have been your fault." She said. "But I can't have you exposing yourself to the neighbors. Who knows, they might decide to call the police and you'll end up in jail bending over for Tyrone. I'm going to give you 20 with the paddle and then offer each of these young ladies the opportunity to administer 20 additional stokes. I know your ass hurts from the caning Ruth gave you, but that can't be helped. Bend over the chair. Count each stroke and be sure to say thank you for each one."

I bent over the chair. Shirley went first and administered 20 strokes.

"One, thank you Mistress Shirley; two, thank you Mistress Shirley; Three..." I counted.

The girls giggled each time I said 'Mistress Shirley'. I continued counting until I got to eighteen. She hit a particularly sore area of my butt. Involuntarily I stood and tried to protect myself. She looked at me for a moment and told me to fetch the dice.

"Roll them." She said. "They'll determine how many additional strokes you get with the cane."

I rolled a double three. She repeated the eighteenth stroke from the paddle again. Nineteen and twenty followed. She had me fetch the cane that Barbara had given her. She handed the paddle to Sandy and then administered six stokes with the cane.

"I've never paddled a guy before, but as president of our sorority, I've spanked our pledges a lot." Sandy said. "It really makes me hot to watch them squirm as I watch their bottoms turn color."

Her first stroke made me whimper. I'm not sure if it was the cumulative effect from my earlier caning, the humiliation of exposing myself before these young women or the fact that this college aged coed was administer each stroke with all of her strength. All I knew was I needed to count the strokes and remain in position.

"One, thank you Miss Sandy."

"Make that Miss Sandra." She said. "That one doesn't count. We'll start over."

"One, thank you Miss Sandra; two, thank you Miss Sandra, three, Thank you..."

She administered the strokes slowly and in a steady rhythm. They hurt and I was glad when she was done. She handed the paddle to Paula.

"Get ready," Paula said. "Hell's coming to dinner."

Five strokes in rapid succession to the right cheek had me weeping. I managed to count them. Five more were administered to the left cheek. She then alternated. By the fifteenth stroke I was crying in earnest and unable to count.

"Fifteen doesn't count and I believe that is another roll of the dice." Shirley announced.

I rolled a four and a two; six more from the cane. Paula gave me the five remaining strokes from the paddle before handing it to Robin. The six I had earned from the cane came next. I was now beginning to whimper.

"Look at how muscular Robin's arms are." Sandy announced. "She pitches for the softball team so she works out daily."

"Give it to him good." The girls encouraged in unison.

"One, thank you Miss Robin; two, Thank you Miss Robin..."

She hit harder than the others. They were spaced irregularly. I never knew when or where they would land. When she reached twenty I was balling. Shirley had me kiss each of the girl's feet and promise not to expose myself to them again. I was worried. I knew I would have to strip on Ruth's porch every Thursday morning and figured it would only be a matter of time before one or more of them saw me again. The girls were giggling among themselves as they left, but promised to come back and visit when they could stay longer.

"Maybe you could come and serve us at one of our sorority events." Sandy said as she headed for the door. "I'm sure you'd enjoy serving 40 or so college girls for an evening. Homecoming weekend would be great since a lot of our alumni would be there also. I'm sure you'd be the 'hit' of the party."

I just smiled and nodded my head in agreement.

Ruth visited me at least once a day. It seemed she always had to take a pee when she visited. She would grab me by the cock and pull me into the bathroom where she would make me kneel before her and seal my mouth between her legs. Sometimes she peed slowly, drawing it out over several minutes which gave me an opportunity to swallow every drop. Other times she would grab my hair and pull me hard into her and then let loose with a torrent that overflowed onto the floor. Whatever I spilled had to be cleaned up.

When I had finished she would turn around and bend over; placing her hands on the closed toilet seat. She would instruct me to clean her. I licked her clean making sure she would not soil her panties. I could tell there were times she hadn't used TP before using me. On one occasion she seemed to be dirtier than usual and I failed to do a proper job. She returned the next day with her soiled panties and stuck them in my mouth. I had to clean them while she administered a brisk caning. The caning continued until the panties were clean.

Shirley arrived home on the Friday before we were scheduled to leave for the beach. She was excited about the trip but I was still skeptical. I couldn't decide which would be worse; spending a week with Barbara or a week at home with Ruth. Shirley needed the vacation. She loved the beach and the fun in the sun. She said everything would be fine and I was just letting my imagination get the best of me. She did most of the packing while I made sure everything in the house was secured. Ruth was going to check up on the house while we were gone so I took a spare key over to her and told her to keep it since she visited everyday anyway. Ruth smiled and told me to have fun.

Barbara was there by 6 am on Saturday morning. I was already loading our stuff in my car when she pulled up.

"I've got plenty of room in my Escalade for all of us." She said. "Besides, I was hoping you would do some of the driving."

Barbara drove the first couple of hours before asking me to take over. The women were sitting in the back seat gossiping about everybody at work as I drove down the interstate. I could only imagine how they talked about me.

They had been quiet for a while so I glanced back to see if they had fallen asleep. Barbara had her laptop out and was showing Shirley something. I heard a few snickers and an occasional laugh. There wasn't any sound coming from the laptop so I figured it was either muted or whatever they were watching didn't have any sound.

"Ruth really put you through your paces last week didn't she?" Barbara asked as she looked up at me watching her in the rear view mirror.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied. "She can be very persuasive with her cane and paddle."

"Yes, but I am more interested in how she uses your mouth." Barbara replied. "It looks like she is training you to be her toilet slave. Do you enjoy serving her that way?"

I realized that they were watching video from the closed circuit surveillance system that had been installed in our house. Evidently Barbara had recorded everything that had been happening for the last two weeks. Every room in the house was wired, including the bathroom. Ruth had been using me repeatedly to clean her whenever she used the bathroom. She used my mouth daily and it was all caught on video.

"Ah, no Ma'am." I answered truthfully.

"Well, you'll get used to it." Barbara replied with a snicker.

When Barbara put her laptop away she and Shirley started chatting again. They were talking about their childhood.

Barbara told Shirley how her mother had ruled the nest when she was growing up. She said her mom was the disciplinarian in the family and spanked her and her two sisters regularly.

"Normally she took us over her knee and we got a bare handed spanking." Barbara said. "Occasionally she got her hairbrush out. If we were really bad, she took her father's Razor strop to our fanny. When she was done she always hugged us and told us to do better in the future. She was strict, but loving."

"Mom even took dad across her knee on occasion." Barbara added. "She tried to keep it private, but a couple of times I saw him going to the bathroom after she had paddled him. His ass was as red as an overly ripe apple."

"Really," Shirley said.

"Yea, I used to watch from my room." Barbara said. "You could tell when she was paddling him. The sound of the paddle echoed through the house. Once he came out naked and I could see how red his ass was. He went to the bathroom and came out about ten minutes later. He opened the door to the bedroom and I could see her standing there with the strop. He quickly closed the door but soon I heard that familiar sound; I heard him cry out 'please honey, no more'."

Barbara giggled as she imagined seeing her father lying over the bed being strapped by her mother. It took her a moment before she returned to reality.

"They never did any of the kinky stuff you read about now." She continued. "At least we never saw them doing anything like that. I guess the terms Female Domination and BDSM hadn't been invented yet. Still, I knew that mom was definitely a dominant female."

"Come to think about it, my mom kind of did the same thing." Shirley said. "She didn't take the belt to us, but she did manipulate my dad on occasion to get what she wanted. I guess she was just a little more subtle than your mother was."

"Did you treat your husbands like your mom treated your dad?" Shirley asked.

"Well, sort of." Barbara replied. "Robert was my first husband. He was a military contractor who visited the base regularly. I met him when I was stationed at Camp Lejeune. We started dating and were married a year later. He was a good husband but not well endowed if you know what I mean. We loved each other but I often found myself unfulfilled. His idea of sex was climbing on top of me, pumping his little cock into me for 30 seconds until he shot his load and then rolling off and going to sleep. You know, a typical male."

Shirley laughed at the joke.

Barbara told us if it wasn't for him, she probably wouldn't have found out about female domination. She had been promoted to captain and was living off base. She was cleaning house one evening when she found a stash of magazines he had hidden under the mattress. She was pissed. It contained a lot of explicit pictures and stories depicting a variety of erotica.

"I couldn't understand why he needed to look at this stuff." Barbara recalled. "I didn't know if I was doing something wrong. I could tell that he had been reading the stories over and over; the pages were well worn so I confronted him about it and told him how unfulfilled I felt when we had sex. He tried to avoid talking about it but apologized and promised to try harder to please me."

"I wanted to know what he was reading that was turning him on. I wanted to know about his fantasies and what I could do to make those fantasies real for him. I wanted to spice up our sex lives." she continued. "I started reading some of the stories and letters. When I got to the letters about female domination I got so excited that I couldn't stop masturbating. I read about women in control of their relationship and men who would do anything and everything to pleasure their women. I guess that was the first time I had heard the term Female Domination used, but it certainly wasn't the last. All I knew was I needed to do some research on the subject."

"I was deployed to Germany about 6 months after I confronted Robert about the magazines." Barbara recalled. "I met a woman there who was into domination. She was a professional dominatrix, but had a live in slave boy as well. She explained why some men, and women for that matter, got off being dominated and what she got in return. She taught me some tricks of the trade and even let me practice on her boy."

"We met regularly while I was stationed there." She continued. "She taught me a lot. Most importantly she taught me that any man can be controlled through his penis. Control that, and everything else is easy. By the time I got back to the States I was hooked. I needed to share my discoveries with some of my friends. Some thought I was crazy but many were interested in learning more."

"I decided to experiment with Robert." Barbara recalled. "I came up with a plan to set him up. I wanted him to feel guilty and in need of punishment so I had one of my girlfriends seduce him. I gave him time to confess his infidelity but he never did. I knew he regretted what happened by the way he acted but he just didn't have the strength to admit it to me."

"One night I confronted him about it." She continued. "I gave him a choice, submit to my punishment or leave. I took him across my knee that night and gave it to him good. After that, corporal punishment became a regular fixture in our relationship. At first he didn't like it much, but he submitted rather than loose me. His weekly attempt to please me with his cock were also replaced with nightly sessions with his tongue. I made sure I kept him happy sexually, but now my pleasure came first."

"What happened then?" Shirley asked, obviously intrigued by the story.

"I started experimenting." Barbara replied. "I found out there were a lot of different aspects to female domination that I hadn't tried. Over time, Robert seemed to become more submissive. Maybe he secretly liked the idea of submitting but he never confessed it to me. I started tying him up and trying new things. One night I introduced him to pegging. The first time I sodomized him I invited a couple of my girlfriends over to watch and add to his humiliation. They took pictures of me ramming my cock into him. They asked if they could give it a try. All of us took him that night. He cried and I knew he was broken."

"That must have been really humiliating." Shirley said.

"Yea." Replied Barbara. "After that I started attending Femdom parties. Sometimes I would take Rob, other times I attended them alone. There were a few Femdom groups around back then, but I had to drive a couple of hours to attend their parties. I wanted to start a local group, but needed to do a lot of education before that would ever happen."

"I convinced other women on base who had been mistreated, either at home or by the military establishment to come to a weekly counseling session I hosted to discuss the problems that we all faced. We talked about all the discrimination, intimidation and sexual harassment we had endured as women during our lives. We also talked about the domestic abuse that was common place in the military at that time. We formed a support group for abused women. Eventually that group transpired into a group of Femdom women."

"We held parties to compare techniques and to satisfy our carnal needs. Some of the women brought their husbands or boyfriends. They came thinking they'd be getting laid. We told them they would have to submit to us prior to having any sex. We used them any way we wanted. When we were finished using and abusing them, we made sure they satisfied all of our needs. When we were satisfied, we took care of their wants. Many became regular attendees at our parties even though they were often humiliated and abused by us. We proved to all the women that sex is a great motivator; never underestimate it when controlling a man."

"One of our favorite games was to pick up some unsuspecting guy who had made our lives miserable at one time or another." Barbara said. "We'd seduce him and then take pictures of him in compromising positions. The Corps frown upon officers having sexual relations with enlisted personnel. It was easy to make him submit once we had some incriminating pictures. It was then gang bang time. We'd use him for hours and never give him any relief."

"One time we found out one of the commanders was having an affair with one of his subordinates. It was clearly sexual harassment. We made sure his wife found out. She escorted him to one of our parties and watched as we worked him over. He was humiliated in front of the group and beaten with a paddle. Before leaving, his wife strapped on a dildo and sodomized him until she could barely stand. She had him crawl behind her on his hands and knees as she led him out the door. She joined our group after that and brought him back on a regular basis."

"Wow, Did Rob attend those parties?" Shirley asked.

"Unfortunately, no." Barbara replied. "He was killed by a drunk driver before we started having them. I was devastated for a long time, but my friends helped me through it. My interest in Femdom also played a huge role in helping me get over him; but it wasn't until I met my second husband that I was finally able to let Rob go."

"So, did you dominate your second husband as well?" Shirley inquired.

"Not really." Barbara answered. "He was more of an Alpha man and liked to take charge. Sex was good with him so I really didn't need the domination aspect in our relationship. I continued to attend some Femdom parties, but he was never involved. He was the kind of guy who needed to be on top, not on the bottom and I couldn't see that happening, at least with me."

"Jim was a real estate developer." Barbara continued. "He had made a ton of money during the housing boom. I had Jennifer about a year after we were married. I was still on active duty but wanted to raise what I suspected would be my last child. My mom had raised the three oldest girls from my first marriage. I just couldn't manage it while on active duty. This was my last chance to be a real mom so I decided to resign from active duty. I enlisted in the reserves and raised my child. I was a stay-at-home mom."

Barbara was sipping on a bottle of water as she looked out the window. She said we were getting close to our destination and should be there within 30 minutes.

"So what happened with Jim?" Shirley probed. "What caused you to break up?"

"I noticed something was wrong when Jennifer was about five." Barbara said. "Jim was developing a new subdivision at the time and had just finished building our new home there. I noticed he wasn't spending as much time at home and our sex life really sucked."

"I had added a few pounds since leaving active duty." Barbara recalled. "Age does that you know. At first I attributed his lack of sexual interest to that. When he started missing family obligations I started to suspect he was having an affair. I started checking his credit card statements and got concerned when I saw a pattern of unexplained expenses."

"My God, what did you do?" asked Shirley.

"I went to see my sister, Brenda. She's a divorce attorney and has lots of experience dealing with unfaithful husbands like Jim. Brenda had Julie, her private investigator, do some checking to see what was going on. She found out a ton of stuff about Jim. For starters, he had tried to seduce several of the women at his office. None had followed through with any allegations of sexual harassment, but promised to do so if he didn't stop. Next, she found out that Jim had just bought a new investment property from a woman by the name Winslow. She was a widow and had a large tract of land that Jim wanted for his next development. Julie found out that most of the negotiations occurred in the bedroom, not the boardroom. "
"I was mad as hell when I learned what Julie had found out." Barbara said. "But that wasn't all of it. She told me that Jim was having an affair with the daughter of one of his closest friends. It had been going on for over a year. Jim had met Rachel at one of our parties. She was young and single and had become a frequent visitor to our home."

"That really sucks." Shirley said.

"I confronted Jim about the allegations and he admitted to them" Barbara said. "I filed for divorce. Jim knew he was screwed and was eager to settle out of court. He knew he would lose in a court battle and I threatened to destroy him. He wanted to minimize his loses and prevent any unneeded publicity."

"I had Julie continue her investigation. I wanted to know more about the affair with Rachel. Julie found out that Jim was actually blackmailing her to have sex with him. Jim had discovered that Rachel starred in some indiscreet videos that had been published on the internet. She was kind of a wild child earlier in her youth and Jim threatened to expose her to her father."

"At first all he wanted was sex." Barbara said. "Soon, he started tying her up and abusing her as well. He raped and sodomized her. Finally, he started using her to help close business deals. He would make her perform sexual acts for various clients as an incentive for closing a deal. He took pictures and used them to drive her deeper into submission to him."

"I met Rachel for lunch one day. " Barbara continued. "We discussed Jim and what he had done. We formed a plan that would free her and teach him a lesson."

Barbara continued to sip on her drink. Shirley kept prodding her.

Barbara recalled the lunch she had with Jim.

"I told him I would settle out of court if he would agree to three conditions. I told him there would not be any negotiations, it was a take it or leave it deal and I would be happy to take him to court if he turned me down. First, I wanted the house that he had just built and we had just moved into. I knew it was his pride and joy and I wanted to deprive him of it."

"Next I wanted all of the profit and development rights for the subdivision he was currently building. In addition to all the development rights, I wanted enough money to complete the build out of the complex. I figured that would be worth a couple of million dollars by the time it was completed. That was plenty for me and my daughters to live on for the rest of our lives."

"Jim agreed in principle to both conditions," Barbara recalled. "I was letting him off cheap, or so he thought. He knew I could have taken him for a lot more which might have caused him to go bankrupt. He was a little over extended at the time, especially after buying the latest property he planned to develop. I'm sure he was also considering the possibility of his relationship with Rachel coming up in the trial and I knew he didn't want that to happen."

"I wanted the deal to be so sweet that he couldn't refuse it." Barbara continued. "Because what I really wanted was for him to agree to the third condition. I wanted him to submit to me as retribution for all of the humiliation he had put me through. He would submit until I was satisfied that I had broken him physically as well as mentally. Of course, I didn't explain it to him in those terms."

"Jim had to think about it for a couple of days." Barbara recalled. "I gave him a time limit, and about 15 minutes before his time was up he called me and agreed to the terms. I told him that Brenda would draw up the agreement. The paperwork would only include the financial settlement. He could have his lawyer look at it if he wished. I told him I would sign it after he had completed the third condition."

"When Jim arrived at his former home I made him strip and kneel before me. Brenda and my younger sister Becky were with me. I told him he would be punished and humiliated until we were satisfied he was sorry for everything he did. He would obey our every command until we were through with him and that would depend on how well he behaved."

"We made him crawl around the room on hands and knees as we followed along and motivated him with riding crops." Barbara seemed amused as she recalled what had happened. "When we tired of that we bent him over a chair and tied his wrists to his ankles. The seat of the chair forced his legs apart. It was uncomfortable for him, but it would soon get worse."

"All three of us beat him." Barbara continued. "He was paddled and cropped. I used several switches on him. I especially liked to whip his balls and penis with the switches. Becky used the strop and I finished with the cane. He was cussing all of us by now, so we gagged him with our panties. They were soaked so he got a good taste of us. He was mad as a hornet but at least nobody had to listen to him."

"We tormented him for over two hours; but he still had a lot of fight in him. He was squirming and fighting to get free but that wasn't happening. I planned to continue to abuse him until he gave up and submitted to me of his own free will."

"We let him up and tied his hands above his head to an eye hook I had screwed into the ceiling. We attached a spreader bar to his ankles and spread his legs about 3 foot apart. We started working on his cock and balls. Becky had a ruler and Brenda had a wooden spoon. They were whacking away when the doorbell rang."

"I knew who it was." Barbara continued. "It had all been planned ahead of time. I answered the door and returned a few minutes later with Rachel. At first Jim looked relieved, thinking she was here to help him. Instead, she walked across the room, her high heeled boots clicking on the floor as she walked. She kicked him in the balls. He tried to fall to his knees but his arms held him in place. Becky and Brenda helped him regain his balance. Rachel gave him a second kick and then a third. He nearly passed out. All of his weight hung on his arms which were still attached to the ceiling."

"When he had recovered, Rachel let him know we knew all about the blackmail. Brenda had written a confession which he reluctantly signed. Rachel then took the cane and lit into him. All of his rebellion was gone. He stood and took it as she delivered blow after blow. When she finally stopped he was crying and begging for forgiveness."

"We had broken him physically but not mentally.' Barbara said. "I handed Rachel a strap-on harness with a medium sized dildo. I knew Jim had never been penetrated so I didn't want to use anything too large. I had planned to use my smallest cock and gradually increase the size, but Rachel insisted we start with something that was at least as big as Jim's cock. I selected an 8 inch model."

"Rachel raped him for what seemed like an hour." Barbara recalled. "I guess she was taking out all the built up rage that was in her. She pounded his ass like a pile driver. She rammed him hard and fast for a while and then administered long and steady strokes as she recovered. After she had rested a few minutes she was back at it. I had never seen a woman so possessed."

"We all had a turn. Rachel and I took two. It was after 1 am when we headed upstairs. Jim was crying like a baby but we weren't through with him. Jim was secured in the bathtub. There was no way for him to get out on his own. A gag was placed in his mouth, replacing the panties he had been sucking on all night. The gag prevented him from clothing his mouth.

"I used him first." Barbara said. "I had to pee really badly and his mouth seemed like the perfect receptacle. I sprayed my piss in his mouth and all over his face. I soaked him and loved every minute of it. When I was done I made him clean me. I used his mouth until I came. It was a shuddering orgasm that seemed to go on forever. When I finally headed to my bedroom Rachel was waiting at the bathroom door. As I came out, she went in. I imagine all four of us used him sometime during the night. We used him to relieve ourselves again the next morning."

"Jim's torment continued on Saturday." Barbara said. "I invited some friends over including all the women from his office and members of my Femdom group. Brenda invited her staff to attend as well. They were already familiar with Jim's history and were firm believers in retribution. Becky and Rachel were still there, and Rachel had invited about a dozen of her friends. There were well over 50 women present to watch Jim's final humiliation."

"I made Jim serve refreshments to the guests throughout the afternoon. He remained naked and the spreader bar attached to his ankles kept his legs spread wide apart. He had to waddle as he moved through the crowd. His cock and balls were exposed and swayed back and forth as he served the women drinks. A few of the women enjoyed giving his cock a jerk or his balls a squeeze. His ass was repeatedly spanked with a variety of instruments that had been laid out on the table for that purpose."

Barbara told us that at one point during the party a group of women gathered around him and started attaching clothes pins to various parts of his body. When they ran out of pins one lady suggested they take a crop and whip them off so another group could repeat the process. She said that is exactly what they did.

Barbara told us the teasing and tormenting went on for a couple of hours before it was time for the main event. Jim was bent over a three foot high padded bench with his arms secured to his ankles. His legs were still spread and his asshole was fully exposed. Rachel came in wearing a strap-on harness. A huge dildo hung from her waist. It was at least 12 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. She stepped in front of Jim and held the fake cock in her hands. She demanded that he open his mouth and suck it.

She said he tried to deep throat it but choked on its size. Rachel asked for two volunteers to help motivate him and two of her friends stepped up and began paddling his ass. After about ten minutes of cock sucking, she pushed a button on the remote she had been holding and the cock started spewing cum. The crowd roared in approval. Jim was not able to swallow all of the cum so some of it ran down his face. Rachel withdrew the cock and allowed it to pump the remaining cum all over him.

Barbara told us the cock was full of cum that Rachel's friends had gathered from their boyfriends. She refilled the cock and lubricated it with some of the juice. When she was in position, she rammed the cock into him as hard as she could, causing the head to penetrate Jim's asshole. She continue to work her cock in to his tight passage. It was hard work but she finally succeeded in impaling him fully. She sawed it into him over and over again. The cheering crowd motivated her. She kept at it for half an hour before pushing the button again. Cum spewed out with each thrust. It took another 15 minutes for all of the semen that was loaded in the cock to spurt out. When it had, she withdrew it to a rousing ovation.

"I told everyone that they were free to use him after that." Barbara said. "A few did but most only watched. After a while they seemed to lose interest in Jim and were busy chatting among themselves. I had one last treat for Jim. I gathered everyone around and showed them the new chastity device that I intended to lock on Jim's cock. It was a tight fit and when I heard it lock, Brenda handed me the divorce papers which I immediately signed. I released Jim from his bonds and he immediately fell to his knees in exhaustion. I hooked a leash to the chastity device and handed it and the key to Rachel."

"I remember telling her that the divorce was now final. I told her that she had the power to control him as long as she possessed the key to his cock. They were married a year later. Her father was thrilled. Jim still serves Rachel as her slave. She controls all of his business interests and has become quite wealthy. She lives down the street from my home here and visits me whenever I'm in town. She brings Jim over every year on the anniversary of our divorce. We have a party and Jim relives his worst nightmare.

Barbara's GPS indicated we were near our destination. I turned down a street and stopped at the entrance to a gated community. A female security officer approached the car. She asked to see our ID's. She took them and returned a few minutes later with a vehicle pass and an ID badge for each of us. We would need to show them when requested by any of the security personnel.

The subdivision was beautifully landscaped. The main feature was a private 18-hole golf course. Barbara explained there were about 250 residences in the original subdivision that was part of the divorce settlement. They surrounded the golf course. The clubhouse featured amenities such as a restaurant, pro shop, exercise facility and spa. The development had expanded twice since it first opened and now included a community center, three pools, playgrounds and tennis courts. All of the amenities were open to all of the residents of the community.

We noticed a lot of green-space as we continued to Barbara's house. We passed several picnic areas and two playgrounds.

"A lot of the most influential people in the area live in the community." Barbara continued. "That's one reason for the security. We also have some well-known individuals who have summer homes here. They enjoy the privacy the development provides. Turn left at the next Cross Street and follow Ladies Way to the cul-de-sac."

A few minutes later we arrived at a beautiful home overlooking the ocean. I parked the car and got out to stretch and admire the view. I noticed the patio with a private pool which overlooked a well landscaped yard. The house was huge and offered a pristine view of the ocean.

We were met by a blonde haired girl who couldn't have been more than 20. She had medium length hair that just touched her shoulder. She looked like the typical college student and I assumed she was Jennifer, Barbara's youngest daughter. It was obvious she had been swimming. Her bikini bottoms were dripping and didn't hide much of her body. Her hips were a little larger than average but complimented the DD breasts that filled out the top half of her neon orange swimsuit. Her hair was wet and brushed back off her face. Although it was a sunny day in the upper 80's, her nipples were hard and stood out like two diamonds.

She ran up to Barbara and gave her a hug.

"This is Jennifer, my youngest and only daughter from my second marriage. She's attending college and lives here with two of her sisters, Sarah and Stephanie." Barbara said.

Jennifer came over and greeted Shirley, giving her a warm hug like women do when they meet. She looked me over carefully. From the look she gave me I got the feeling that she shared a lot of her mother's interests. I couldn't help but think that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Still, she greeted me pleasantly and reached out to shake my hand.

She turned and head to the house. I got my first look at her luscious bottom. She had plush buns that were separated by a tiny orange string that made up the rear of her bikini bottoms. It didn't really hide anything, in fact in enhanced the appeal of her bottom. As I stared at her she turned and smiled.

"You know it's not polite to stare." She said. "I guess we'll be working on your manners this week."

She escorted us into the house and showed us to our room before giving us a brief tour. I unpacked the car and took everyone's belongings to the appropriate rooms. When I was done I joined the rest of the group in the kitchen.

"The house is beautiful." Shirley said. "Our bedroom is like something from a resort. This is going to be the best vacation ever. I'm so glad you invited us."

We sat at the breakfast nook in the kitchen and munched on a few snacks. Jennifer told us that there was beer and soda in the fridge and to help ourselves. It was late afternoon and I was ready for something cold and refreshing after the long drive. I asked if the women needed anything and served them before getting a cold beer for myself.

Jennifer told us they had planned a cookout for tonight but it would be a couple of hours before everyone arrived. Barbara asked if I could help with the grilling. She said there should be steaks defrosting and needed someone with that grilling touch to cook them just right. I thanked her for the complement and told her I'd be down in an hour or so.

Shirley and I headed back to our room to freshen up. I had some time to kill so I decided to take a nap. I was still wary of Barbara. She had seemed hospitable so far but I wasn't ready to put down my guard just yet. I still had a feeling this could be an awesome vacation or a week in hell.

I went downstairs about 6 PM. I was at the grill when I noticed two young women walking toward me from the house. They were red heads and stood about 5'10". They looked good enough to eat. They had athletic bodies with decent sized breasts and athletic hips. Their thighs and legs had well-developed muscles that indicated they either ran a lot or worked out in the gym regularly. I would gladly submit to either of them.

"Hi, I'm Sarah," the one to my left said.

"And I'm Stephanie." Said her sister.

"We're twins." They said in unison as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.

I introduced myself and held my hand out politely. Instead of shaking my hand they came up and each gave me a hug, pressing their pert nipples into my chest. I felt one of them grab my butt cheek and give it a little squeeze before releasing me. Her sister smiled and did the same but grabbed my crotch instead.

"This is going to be a great week." Stephanie whispered. "We love threesomes but you better be careful. There'll be hell to pay if you can't tell us apart."

I was rock hard and I was sure the girls knew it as they turned to walk away. Stephanie turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Better check your meat, I think it's done." She said. I blushed a little and turned to check on the steaks.

Dinner was served on the patio by the pool. In addition to Barbara, Jennifer and the twins; Tabitha; Barbara's oldest daughter, had arrived. Barbara also introduced us to her two sisters Becky and Brenda. Brenda was accompanied by her two children Carol and Chrissy.

Carol was the older of the two. I guessed she was about 30. She was beginning to gain those few extra pounds that women get as they grow older. She was pleasant looking, but not overtly beautiful. Her sister Chrissy looked to be about 25. She was blessed with all the beauty that had bypassed her sister. She had a deep tan to go with her strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. She had a sparkle in her eyes that told me she was always ready for a little mischief. She was tall, probably just a little over 6 foot and had runner's legs that stretched all the way to her ass. I found out she played collegiate volleyball, which explained why she had an ass most women would die for.

Carol introduced the only other male at the gathering. His name was Jeremy and he was her husband. He was tall and muscular with short sandy colored hair. He was clean shaven and wore a collar around his neck. His only clothing was a pair of speedos.

"I guess you noticed the collar Jeremy is wearing." Carol announced. "Jeremy is my slave. In fact, he is a servant to my mom and sisters as well. I understand you are familiar with Female Domination, so I assume that Jeremy's status won't offend you. In fact, maybe you two should get together. Jeremy might be able to give you a few pointers on how to serve your Mistress better. After all, he's had plenty of practice."

As I looked around the table I counted ten women. Jeremy might have been used to being surrounded by all of this femininity, but I felt like Custer at the Little Big Horn.

Dinner was pleasant. We talked about our lives. I found out Brenda was a couple of years younger than Barbara. She was dark haired and had a trim figure. Becky was in real estate. She was the youngest of the sisters and appeared to be about 45. She looked quite nice in the designer jeans she was wearing. I guessed she worked out regularly as she looked trim and toned.
Tabitha was Barbara's oldest daughter. She had joined the military and just returned from a deployment to the Middle East. She had dark skin and was a little taller than her sisters. She wore a Golf shirt with the Marine Corp emblem embossed on the back and a pair of khaki pants. She was a pretty woman but not necessarily beautiful.

When dinner was over I volunteered to clear the table and do the dishes. Jeremy was told to help me. The women headed out to the pool with their drinks. When everything was cleaned and put away we joined the women.

I took a seat next to Shirley and was gently rubbing her back when Barbara addressed us.

"Shirley, I am sure you and Dean have already figured out this is a family that believes in Female Led Relationships. Everyone here subscribes to the Femdom philosophy. In fact, this entire community promotes the idea of Female Supremacy."

Barbara explained that the entire subdivision is governed by a homeowner's association. All property owners must belong to the HOA and pay dues annually. That money offsets the cost of maintaining the amenities and public areas so no one has to pay any user fees to use them.

She explained that the HOA develops various policies that the property owners must follow. Some of those policies deal with the conduct of residents and guests. All residents and their guests are given a copy of the rules of conduct and must sign a statement that indicates they have read and understand them. "

"That sounds reasonable." Shirley replied.

Barbara handed both of us a document titled 'Rules of Conduct'.

The document indicated that all property owners had to be female. It stated that the HOA intended to promote the concept of female supremacy among all property owners and public displays of female domination were possible. It went on to state that all women are superior to men and should be treated as such.

As I continued reading I found out that a public place is defined as any location other than property owned by an individual, where access was freely permitted. It specifically exempted facilities that were rented or scheduled for a specific function where admittance was controlled.

The policies basically outlined what could or couldn't be done in the public areas. I read through the entire document, reading carefully just to make sure I completely understood everything.

"What's this 'Charms and Collar' system?" I asked.

Barbara had left the room so Brenda answered my question.

"Although all of the property owners here believe in a Female Led Relationship in some form or another, everyone does not live the Femdom lifestyle or participate in a FLR. We feel it is important to be able to distinguish everyone's role in our community, especially since we allow activities that would be considered unusual in most communities. It is not uncommon to see a naked male walking, or even crawling through various public areas of the community; or to see males dressed in women's clothing. Observing a paddling is an everyday occurrence; so we developed the 'Charms and Collar System' as a way to identify everyone's role."

"There are those who consider themselves neutral when it comes to the public display of a FLR." Brenda explained. "They might not actively live the lifestyle or if they do, prefer to live it in a more private setting. We call those individuals neutral or 'vanilla'. Everyone under the age of 18 is considered vanilla since we do not allow public play involving minors. Some families introduce their children to the lifestyle at an early age, but any activities involving minors is limited to the private areas of the community."

"You may have noticed the community's logo when you entered the subdivision." Brenda continued. "It's found on many of the buildings and signage located throughout the community as well as our official letterhead. It looks like this..."

Brenda showed us her necklace which had a pendent that displayed the community's logo.

"Whenever a woman is displaying this logo, she must act like and be treated as a dominant." Brenda explained. "She can display the logo on her clothing, wear it as part of her jewelry such as on a necklace like mine or a bracelet like Becky's. She can even have it tattooed to her ass if she wants to. The important thing is that it must be easily identifiable and visible."

Some of the women gave a little chuckle in response to Brenda's comment.

"Subordinates are provided with collars." Continued Brenda. "Hence the name 'Charms and Collars'. Females who submit to other females are given white collars. Males are given black ones. A collared female is called a submissive while a collared male is known as a slave. Both must submit to any woman displaying the community logo, and males must also submit to any woman wearing a collar."

"Those who are neutral or 'vanilla' as we like to say, do not wear a collar or display the logo." Brenda said. "We call it 'going naked' but it has nothing to do with the clothing they are wearing. It just means they are not wearing a collar or a logo so they are neither dominant nor submissive."

"So a female submissive could actually be a switch." I inquired.

"That's correct," Brenda replied. "She might submit to another female but be a dominant to a male. Her owner would decide if she is allowed to remove her collar or wear the logo. Similarly, males are allowed to remove their collar with the permission of their owner."

"Are there any male switches?" Shirley asked. "Or even male dominants?"

"Not that we are aware of." Brenda answered. "It's possible there could be a male dominant or switch living here as part of a Femdom couple, but they would not be allowed to wear the logo or present themselves as a dominant in public. They could wear a collar and be treated as a slave or 'go naked' and be treated as a vanilla."

"One last thing." Brenda added. "Each collar has an ID tag attached to it. It is coded so it can be scanned. It includes personal information about the person wearing the collar including their ID number; Name and Address; Date of birth; Owner's name and Owner's contact information. The tag also lists any pertinent medical conditions and limitations and lists any restrictions imposed by his/her owner. We are very strict about respecting limits."

"So, I want to be sure that I understand this." I said. "If I am wearing a collar, I must submit to any woman displaying the community logo and all women wearing a collar. I do not have to submit to other males or those 'going naked'. If I'm not wearing a collar, then I don't have to submit to anyone. I'm considered neutral or 'vanilla' as you call it."

"That's correct." Brenda replied.

I felt a little better about the upcoming week, especially since I wasn't wearing a collar.

Shirley and I both signed the Rules of conduct and handed them to Barbara. She looked them over and smiled.

Barbara had returned by now and was listening to Brenda explain the rules of conduct.

"Remember, the rules of conduct only apply to what happens in the public areas of the community." Barbara said. "What happens in private is at the discretion of the property owner."

"Shit." I said to myself. "Back into the fire I go."

"It's time you boys were properly attired." Barbara said. "It's time everybody gets to see what you've got, so off with your clothes. You've been wearing them entirely too long. I normally don't allow males to wear clothes. I want to see what their mind is up to and it's easier to tell by looking at their little brain rather than their big one."

The room erupted in laughter at her remarks.

Jeremy immediately stripped out of his speedo which I now realized were the bottoms of a woman's bikini. I had a few extra things to shed but finally was down to the women's panties I was wearing. The women laughed a little but Barbara just gave me a look that told me to lose them as well.

I had become somewhat use to exposing myself before women but this was my first time doing so in front of another male. What made it even more embarrassing was the fact that Jeremy was quite well endowed. His flaccid cock was longer and thicker than my erect one.

"How dare you stand there with an erection?" Barbara shouted. "This deserves an immediate punishment. Who wants to do the honors?"

Sweet Sarah raised her hand. She came over to where I was standing. She was smiling at me as she looked into my eyes. She then reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, massaging them lightly. Her hand felt great until she squeezed and held it for about five seconds. I winced but remained erect. She repeated the process two more time. I was glad it was her that was administering my punishment instead of one of the other more sadistic women. She released me and stepped back. The next thing I remembered I was on my knees doubled over in pain. She had kicked me hard in the groin. She had Jennifer and Tabatha hold me up while she repeated kicking me two more times. I was in agony and fell to my knees; but at least I didn't have to worry about any unwanted erections.

I was devastated. Not only was the pain excruciating, but the one female who I thought was good-hearted was just as sadistic and domineering as all the other women here. I'd come to the conclusion that I'd gladly take Ruth over this bunch.

"I think that takes care of the erection issue." Barbara said.

Barbara had Shirley come up and stand beside her. She invited me to kneel on her other side. She asked for quiet and then addressed us.

"I spent Labor Day weekend with Shirley" Barbara began. "She invited me to help her train her submissive, Dean and I had a marvelous time teaching her how to discipline him. I thought it would be a great idea to invite her to meet my extended family and offer her some additional training. During my stay with her we made a little wager. Unfortunately for me, I lost and had to submit to a paddling from her. Instead of her administering the paddling, Dean restrained me and took advantage of the situation. He paddled and sodomized me and Shirley allowed this to happen."

Barbara continued. "Shirley proclaims to be a dominant woman, and I willingly submitted to her when I lost the bet. However, I've never agreed to allow any man punish me. Therefore, it is time for Dean to pay for his actions and Shirley to pay for allowing it."

"I think it is only fair that they each receive what I got." She said. "That's 4 sets of 100 strokes followed by good ass fucking. Once their punishment is over, we can all resume our vacation as planned."

"What if we don't agree?" Shirley demanded.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Barbara replied. "You have no transportation and I doubt if you can arrange for any before tomorrow. By then it will be too late."

We were hogtied facing each other. Barbara secured us just like I had secured her. Our asses were in the air waiting for the first stroke. Barbara picked up the strop and approached my ass. She asked Brenda to do the same to Shirley. Barbara's strop hurt. She was swinging it with a vengeance. I looked into Shirley's eyes and could see tears forming there, by 50 she was balling. She was begging for forgiveness by the end of the first set of 100.

Shirley was a little claustrophobic. The tight bondage and the painful paddling were taking their toll on her.

"You can stop this at any time. Just say the word and Dean will be glad to take the balance of what you owe." Barbara said.

Shirley shook her head no.

"Who's next?" Barbara ask. "Becky stood up and Barbara gave her the paddle. Give her the next hundred with this."

"Now, who wants to give Dean a paddling?" Barbara asked. "Chrissy stood up."

I tried to look up as her six foot tall frame took the paddle from Barbara. From my position on the floor she looked like a giantess. I remembered how athletic she looked and recalled she played on the college volleyball team.

I knew Shirley wouldn't be able to hold out. I asked her again to submit and allow me to take her punishment. After all, it was me that Barbara really wanted to get even with. Half way through the second set Shirley started hyperventilating. She couldn't breathe. Becky had reached 50 when Shirley caved in. Barbara released her from the bondage and gave her some water.

Meanwhile, I was having troubles of my own. Chrissy was brutal with the paddle. In addition to the leverage of her long arms, her experience from volleyball had taught her how to whip her arm. She generated tremendous speed as she swung the paddle. When she finished her hundred she reached between my legs and squeezed my balls.

"I think he needs a humbler." She said. We could pull his balls back between his legs. They'd make a great target for the flogger."

I was ready for the third set. They put the humbler on me like Chrissy suggested. Barbara asked Tabatha to flog me. She started with my back but soon focused on my thighs. With my balls exposed as they were, they took most of the punishment. When she hit my balls there was a dull thud that increased in intensity until it was nearly unbearable. By the time she was finished, my balls were swollen and throbbing.

Barbara decided to administer the final set. She chose a wooden hairbrush. It was larger than a typical hairbrush and probably heavier too. It stung more than it hurt. By the time she had finished, I knew I had been paddled.

It was time for the anal invasion. Barbara picked a phallus that appeared to be about 10 inches long and a little thicker than my own cock. She asked for volunteers. Jennifer raised her hand. She donned the fake cock and lubricated it well. She spread some lubricant in and around my puckered hole and lined up her tool. She grabbed my hips and in one thrust impaled me to her balls.

She started slowly but quickly picked up the pace. In and out she went with full length strokes. As she got more aroused by what she did, she started spanking my sore bottom. She kept it up until she was exhausted, which was well over 30 minutes. When she was done she bent over and whispered in my ear.

"That's for staring at my ass."

"Shirley," Barbara said. "You are going to administer the rest of Dean's punishment. We will start with the second set. Since you did not complete it, we will start over. Pick an instrument and begin when you're ready.

She started with a leather covered paddle. Even though she was hitting me hard, the pain was minimal compared to some of the other devices I had experienced. I suspected she was trying to give me a little break. In reality she just wanted something a little lighter to swing. When she was done she took a short break while deciding what to use next.

She decided to use her hand. She concentrated on the fleshy areas of my buttocks. She'd concentrate on one area for a while before moving on. It certainly wasn't the most painful experience I had suffered but it did sting. By the time she was done my ass was a crimson colored with bruises starting to form. She was breathing hard, but she was determined to complete what she had started.

She saved the riding crop for the last set. She concentrated on my thighs and came dangerously close to my balls on several occasions. She left some marks, but there didn't seem to be any welts. In addition to having trouble sitting, I guessed I would be having trouble walking tomorrow. When she reached 50 she stopped and asked Barbara if I could kneel for the remaining strokes. Barbara was curious as to what Shirley had planned. When I was kneeling Shirley told me to masturbate.

I was having a bit of trouble getting an erection. I was in in pain and my cock and balls had both suffered during the evening. She asked for a volunteer to help me out. Stephanie quickly volunteered. She got on her knees and gave me a marvelous blow job. I was hard in seconds. She kept at it. I was afraid she was going to make me cum which I was sure would cost me another punishment of some kind. I tried to think of anything that would slow down the inevitable. When I was near the point of no return, she released me and returned to her seat. My cock was twitching, but nothing spurted out.

Shirley took care of the situation by striking my cock hard 10 times in rapid succession. My cock immediately found a hiding spot and my orgasm was ruined.

"I still have 40 to go and I can't hit a limp dick." She announced. "Who wants to help me out?"

Sarah didn't want to be outdone by her sister. She took over where Stephanie had stopped. Her technique was similar, but she also used her hand to massage my swollen balls. When she sensed I was close, she pulled off, leaving my cock jerking in midair. Another 10 with the crop took care of that.

I still had 30 to go. Becky took a different approach. She pulled my head into her crotch and told me to lick. She held it there, directing my tongue to service her pussy to her satisfaction. It took some time but her technique was effective. I was soon hard again, but she didn't let me stop until she drenched my face with her juice. Another 10 strokes and my balls were turning blue.

Shirley looked over at Barbara and smiled

Barbara made me crawl to her. She was sitting with her legs spread wide. I bent to kiss her kitty but she grabbed me by the ears and forced me deep between her legs. She nearly suffocated me. It took her longer to arouse me than it had Becky. My cock was throbbing but remained flaccid. Finally it responded as she exploded. I now had ten stokes left to endure.

Shirley stood before me. I delved into her with all the enthusiasm I could muster. When she came I was again hard. I begged her to administer the last ten strokes. She did and I collapsed onto the floor.

Shirley had one final task to perform. She and Barbara talked for a minute or so and Barbara left the room. She returned a few minutes later with a strap on harness and huge cock; at least it looked huge to me. Shirley put the harness on and walked over to me. She had to support the cock with her hand. She offered it to me. When I didn't respond, she pushed it to my lips. I opened widely and she pushed it in. She didn't make me deep throat it but she did shove several inches into my mouth. She worked it in and out for a brief time before it started spewing a white substance into my mouth. I realized that this was the cock that Rachel had used on Jim. Shirley pulled out and let the cock spray my face. I looked like a ten cent whore on Saturday night. She bent me over and lined it up.

She lubed me up and then pushed hard. She had trouble getting past my sphincter so she withdrew and added more lube. She pushed again and the head entered me. It hurt and I groaned in pain. Slowly I took its entire length. Shirley started driving it in and out of me. She wasn't as fast as Jennifer had been, but the cock was longer and thicker. She didn't last long before she pressed the button and it spewed inside my as. It was a sticky feeling, just like real cum, but I suspected it was something artificial made to resemble the real thing.

Shirley reached around and started to masturbate me. She continued to pound my ass and stroke my cock until I came. I sprayed my come all over the floor, some actually landing on some of the women's legs and feet. When I was done, Shirley withdrew and took the harness off.

She gave me a hug.

"I really need this vacation," She whispered. "So you'll just have to suck it up for a week."

"Now." She announces as she release my from her embrace. "Lick up the mess you made. Make sure you clean it off any of these women that you soiled. If you miss one drop it will be the cane for you."

Barbara came over and gave Shirley a hug. She took the necklace that she was wearing and put it around Shirley's neck. Everyone applauded. It was late. The women started gathered their things and began to leave. Within 30 minutes I was alone in the house with Shirley, Barbara and her four daughters.
Barbara whispered something in Shirley's ear and then left the room. She returned later with a collar and leash. She placed the collar around my neck and showed me the ID tag before attaching it to the collar. It had my name on it as well as Shirley's name and phone number as my owner.

To be continued...

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Jul 13, 2018 in femdom

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