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The organisation

I was here because my best friend was hosting the gathering.  She is herself 42 
years of age, but as I said, she doesn't look a day over 30 - and what a looker!  
She'd come to me two months ago asking for my help in organising this party.  I 
knew she knew people, but that was in London and Amsterdam.  I'd met her 
through friends and we'd hit it off straight away.  We seemed to share so much in 
common, it was almost like having a clone.  Although I'm sure we could have been 
lovers before now, it just never worked out that way.  Instead we share an 
untouchable love for one another.

I'd thought it was going to be another of her pipe dreams when she asked me to 
help her organise a two week vacation for a few friends, with them taking the cost 
of our accommodation, expenses and a few dollars on the side.  

She sketched over what they wanted and of course I listened with rapt attention as 
soon as she mentioned sex.  Not with me, but between the people who would be 
coming to New Zealand.  It started out as a fantasy adventure for ten people:  two 
newlywed couples, two women, two men and their partners.  I admit that although I 
was entranced by the idea, I was taking the whole thing with a grain of salt.  Boy, 
was I surprised when she asked me to open a bank account and handed me a 
cheque for $50,000.00!

Once I got over the shock, I quickly threw myself in at the deep end, offering to 
scout out a suitable venue and transportation to it, leaving the catering and 
entertainment to her.

As our plans progressed, so did a few other things.  The number of people coming 
for one.  Following an early progress report from Sue, her friend in London who 
was organising things at that end, told her that one of the men and one of the 
women had pulled out, but that a very private and exclusive club the other woman 
was a member of, was interested in having their vacation here.  The original group 
had agreed to the additional number, her friend had said, but it wasn't until he 
faxed the revised guest list to her that she found out just how many there were in 
the `Club' he'd spoken of.  We were now catering for over 200!

Another twist was that the club was into S & M and for every dominant there were 
two or three submissives (more fun being a submissive?).  The submissives 
would turn up early to prepare the holiday site, then keep it maintained for their 
counterparts' stay.

Our `guests' turned out to be rich enough to afford whatever was needed to make 
their holiday a success and soon the bank account was processing enough 
money to run a company.  I even ended up leasing an Island to cope with the 
expected numbers.

There were more than 160 people on the lawn of the Villa, every one of them a 
`beautiful person'. 
Although I was here and could see it with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe that 
there wasn't a plain, disabled, or even average looking person here.  Although I 
know some of them were, no one looked like they could be over 30 years of age 
and a lot even looked underage!

We were on the Island, West of Keri Keri, having just unloaded the baggage of the 
`advance party' of guests who were to see to the maintenance of the resort.  
Behind the guests was an impressive Villa, built in the early 1900's by some of the 
first New Zealand settlers.  A small group of guests had not yet arrived, as they 
were coming separately by plane.

Sue and I had been concerned about supervising the first guests until we received 
word that Sue's London friend had organised a `Dominant' to be present for the 
submissives.

When we finally saw the plane fly over the island, we left our first guests with easy 
access to refreshments and went down to the beach to meet it.

I was surprised to find that the `Dominant' was a woman, as were over half of her 
helpers.  We introduced ourselves to her, found out that her name was Cindy, 
then helped them take their luggage off the plane. As soon as we'd emptied the 
small plane of it's cargo, plane and pilot left.

I had a few moments to study the newcomer's and although Cindy was pretty with 
her long haired, long legged good looks, the floral print dress, sunhat and 
sneakers conflicted with the images I had of what a dominatrix should look like.  
This woman looked more like fun loving Sue!  As for the others, they seemed to 
me to be just as out of place in my fantasies, with the men wearing casual suits 
and the women jeans or sun dresses.

Cindy watched the plane leave, then rummaged around in the luggage until she 
found what she wanted.  Taking their cues from her, her companions also picked 
through the bags, finding theirs.

Cindy asked me if there was a way into the house that they could use without the 
other guests spotting them and I admitted that there wasn't.  She shrugged, told 
me not to worry, then kicked of her sneakers.  Unexpectedly, she pulled her dress 
over her head, right there out on the sand, quickly stepped out of her panties, 
unclipped her bra and gave the lot to an assistant.  Unashamedly naked, she 
reached into the bag she'd earlier retrieved, pulled out some white cloth, or rather, 
a toga and began to wrap herself up again.  When she'd clipped it in place, she 
took the crown that her assistant offered and fixed that in place as well.  Suddenly 
she looked more like a high priestess!

When she'd finished dressing, her companions also discarded their travelling 
clothes, the men dressing in black leather and chains, the women in a variety of 
white leather and lace.  We all moved off the sand and onto the pathway leading to 
the grounds, stopping so that the women could step into their stockings and heels.

I had glanced at Sue when Cindy had first stripped and saw the look on her face.  I 
suddenly realised that my mouth had been hanging open as well, right from the 
first beautifully rounded breast.  I also realised that my neck was sore from trying 
to look at too many naked pussies, one shaved here, one heart shaped there,  in 
every direction at once.  It was hard to keep my erection hidden and think of 
steaming mounds of dog shit at the same time.

I led the way to the lawn, where all the subs were waiting patiently, then left Cindy 
to it.


Jenny

I was beginning to get impatient, waiting.  Finally, the woman next to me bumped 
my shoulder and pointed.  I followed her extended finger and found seven women 
and three men standing at the edge of the lawn.  They simply stood there, waiting 
for the crowd to notice them and quiet down.  Eventually they were satisfied that 
they had everyone's attention.

"Now that I have everyone's attention," began the woman wearing the toga-like 
dress and crown, "You will form an orderly line before my assistants".

The crowd hesitated.

"I mean NOW!", she growled quietly, her voice carrying easily over the large lawn.

Instantly, lines materialised, as the crowd separated themselves.  When I reached 
the front of my line, one of the woman's assistants gave me a plastic bag and a 
marker pen.  I was told to move to one side and print my name on the bag.  I was 
given no further instruction.

When everyone had their bags labelled, the woman spoke again.

"I am mistress Cindy.  I am the closest thing on Earth to God for you pathetic 
creatures.  If, at any time I require you to speak to me, you will call me Mistress or 
Mistress Cindy.  Do you understand?"

I didn't care who she was, but decided to play the game, so answered with 
everyone else, "yes mistress..."

"I can't hear you," she growled.

"Yes Mistress Cindy!" we all shouted.

"Good.  My assistants are to be called Master or Mistress at all time unless they 
personally specify otherwise.  You may be lucky enough to gain the prestige of 
having a Master order to use you as a human seat, if you are lucky.  Right now, I 
don't believe any of you could actually be classed as human anything, you are so 
low.  You are of less importance than the worms in the dirt under my feet.  Have I 
made myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress!", we all shouted.

"Did I give you permission to speak, scum?  I DID NOT!  You will speak to me only 
after I have given you permission to.  Do you understand?"

There was absolute silence.

"Good.  That's better.  Now, each of you has a plastic bag with your name on it.  
Into it you will put all your valuables.  If you do not put your valuables into this bag, 
they will be taken from you and destroyed.  Do I make myself clear?"  She added 
after a pause, "Do it now."
We all took any rings we were wearing, bracelets, watches, earrings etc and put 
them in our bags.  I was surprised at the size of the bags that they'd given us, 
considering what was put into each.  Surely they could have given us smaller 
bags?  I found out soon enough"

"So you have everything of value in your bags, do you, slime.  You", she said 
pointing to a woman near her, "There is nothing else you'd like to put in your bag?  
Speak."

"I have nothing else of value on me, Mistress Cindy", she replied.

"Very well.  Jay, take everything else you find away from her."

Jay looked at her, in her sundress and heels and a black belt around her waist.  
He went up to her, deftly undid the buckle on her belt, then before she realised 
what was happening, tore the front of her dress from neckline to hem.  Underneath 
the wore a matching bra and bikini brief set.  As the realisation was still dawning 
on her that he intended to remove all her clothes, he had already removed her 
dress completely.

"Please Master, may I speak!" she pleaded, standing there, still in her heels and 
underwear.

Jay looked to Mistress Cindy, who nodded.

"You may... this time."

"A poor girl begs to be allowed to keep her underwear, Master."

"So now you've decided that your underwear is a valuable, have you?" asked 
Mistress Cindy.  "What about the rest of you, spitballs?" she asked, facing the 
crowd.  "Are your clothes valuable enough to want to keep safe in a plastic bag?  If 
so, you'd better take them off before I change my mind!"

Men and women hurried to comply.  After a second's hesitation, I began 
unbuttoning my shirt too.  Soon I was standing there as naked as everyone else, 
having just sealed my shoes in my bag.  I looked around me, at the other women 
and men clutching their bags in front of them.  Quickly Mistress Cindy's assistants 
collected everyone's bags from them, leaving us with nothing to cover our shame.  
Actually, it was quite exciting, having our choice in the matter removed, along with 
our clothes.

Mistress Cindy spoke to us again.  "You and you," she said, pointing to a man and 
woman standing next to each other, "on your hands knees, come to me."

Immediately the pair dropped to the ground and made their way to her.  When 
they reached her they looked up for further instruction.  "Dogs look more graceful 
walking," she said to them.  "You," she said to the woman, "what is your name?"

The woman waited for Mistress Cindy to order her to speak.

"Speak."

"I am called Tasha, Mistress Cindy." she replied, cautiously.

"Tasha...  You look more like a pudding to me, with two big jellies attached to your 
chest.  They bounce nicely when you walk, I'll give you that."

"Th.."  Tasha stopped herself from replying to Mistress Cindy's compliment just in 
time.

"Speak to me.  Do you like your jellies?  Do you like people to see them jiggling 
when you crawl around like a dog?"

After a short pause, the girl replied.  "Yes Mistress Cindy."

"You," she said now, looking at the man.  "Answer my questions.  What is your 
name?"

"John, Mistress Cindy."

"With  a cock as big as yours, you should be called Bull, but I think I'll call you 
Small.  So, Small, can you control that weapon, or does it think for itself."

"Yes I can, Mistress Cindy."

"Good.  I'm going to test you.  Roll onto your back," she commanded him, waiting 
for him to comply.  When he did, she continued.  "Pudding, you are going to have 
two minutes to use your hands and mouth on his cock.  In this time you must 
make him hard.  You must only touch his cock, not any other part of his body.  
That includes brushing his body with your hair.  If you fail, you will be punished.  If 
he gets hard, he will be punished.  Is that understood?  Speak."

"Um... Yes Mistress Cindy."

"I will lead the count.  Two lots of sixty.  Once the crowd has the rhythm, they will 
join in the count.  Prepare yourselves."

Pudding moved over to Small, positioning herself so that Mistress Cindy had a 
clear view of what was happening.  At Mistress Cindy's `start' command, she 
began to carefully fondle Small's penis, running a long finger nail down it's length, 
then picking it up by the circumcised head and wrapping a hand around it.  She 
used her thumb to caress the knob as Mistress Cindy's count continued.

"10, 11, 12, 13,....."

Soon the crowd took up the chant.  At 45 seconds, she'd still had no response 
from the monster member in her hand, so seemingly reluctantly, she took her long 
hair in her hand, to stop it from touching his body, then gently lowered her head to 
touch his penis with her tongue.  At one minute ten seconds, she realised that 
running her tongue up and down his shaft was getting her nowhere, so with 
obvious distaste, she let his head slide into her mouth.  She bobbed up and down 
on the head of his penis as the seconds ticked away, reluctant to take any of the 
shaft, yet fully conscious that her time was running out.  

At one minute and 50 seconds, she swallowed all of his limp penis in her mouth, 
up to the root.  He mouth was distorting as she ran her tongue around his shaft 
and tried to siphon pre-come from the eye of his knob at the same time.  

At one minute 55 seconds, she finally started blowing him properly, and there was 
a twitch.  She'd finally elicited some sort of response from him!

At two minutes, Mistress Cindy stopped counting, then had to order Pudding to 
stop.  Small wasn't quite limp, but he had not achieved an erection either.  From 
my position, I'd been able to see what she'd been doing, but it wasn't until she 
moved off him that I saw how damp the hair around her tightly clamped pussy lips 
had become.

"Pudding, you had a full two minutes, tell me why you failed to make him hard."

"I, I'm... not used to making males ready, Mistress Cindy.  I did try, though," she 
wailed.

"So you're a cunt licker by nature, are you?  I see that you could get used to it, 
given practice," Mistress Cindy finished, looking between Pudding's slightly 
spread legs.  "You lost, so you will be punished.  The first part of your punishment 
will come now, the rest later.  Small, I want you to shoot your load into this 
miserable slime's mouth.  Pudding, you will swallow it ALL.  And enjoy it.  Do I 
make myself clear?  Small, proceed."

Small stood up and took hold of himself.  Pudding, still on her knees, faced him.  
We all watched Small wank for  five minutes until he shot his load towards 
Pudding's mouth.  Overall his aim was good and apart from a dollop on her cheek, 
pudding took it all in her mouth, which she swallowed, surprise registering on her 
face as she tasted the salty fluid.  When he'd finished, Small turned to Mistress 
Cindy.

Mistress Cindy pointed to the ground at her feet, indicating Small to kneel there, 
then she called pudding to her.  When Pudding reached her, Mistress Cindy 
stood up, their faces inches apart.  Mistress Cindy opened her mouth, her tongue 
slithering out to lap up the cum sticking to Pudding's cheek.

"Did you like your pudding, Pudding?  I hope so, because the rest of your 
punishment is to have ten men sign your back, between your shoulder blades, 
after you have satisfied them orally - that means they must all cum, preferably in 
your mouth.  If you haven't done a good job, they may only pretend to sign.  You 
won't know until you return to me.  Be sure they are satisfied!  If, when you return 
to me, I decide to accept the ten signatures, I will reward you with something to 
wear.  Until then, you will stay naked.  I only ornament my slaves if they please 
me.  You, Small, please me greatly, right now... Joy, give him the gold G-string 
and armbands to show my appreciation.  You may spend the rest of the day as 
you please, but only until I change my mind."

Mistress Cindy looked out at us once more, standing there naked before her, 
some with our hands trying to cover ourselves, others unashamed of their 
nakedness, their hands by their sides.

"Gold," began Mistress Cindy, "is the colour I use as a special reward.  From now 
on, you will not see much of it among yourselves.  It also means that you will treat 
the wearer as a master or mistress and do all in your power to fulfil their every 
wish, WHATEVER that person asks for.  You may choose not to, but you will 
answer to me personally if you don't.  If you come to me and I find out that that 
person has abused their privilege, they will be disciplined twice as harshly as is 
suitable for the crime.  Overall, I am feeling generous so you will once more form 
lines and accept something each to wear.  Just remember it could be taken away 
just as easily."

Mistress Cindy nodded to her helpers, who each carried a black leather bag.  
Once again lines formed, this time to receive something to wear.

Some of us were very happy with what we got, such as my string bikini, a G-string 
bottom and just enough material on top to slightly more than cover my nipples, 
yes, very happy compared to the woman in front of me who was given a lovely 
blue scarf to do what she could with.  Poor girl couldn't even make it tie around 
her waist!  The man behind me got a frilly apron.  I'm not sure whether he was 
pleased or angry to get such a feminine garment, but at least he could cover his 
enormous balls.  They were obscene!

Once we were `dressed', we were split up and given our tasks in preparation for 
the arrival of the other guests.  I thought I was one of the lucky ones to be told I 
was assigned to making up beds, but the four of us soon found out that it was to 
be more difficult than simple bed-making, as we were told to make the beds 
without using our hands.  Just to be sure we didn't, handcuffs were produced and 
used to secure our hands behind our backs.

Once I got the hang of using my teeth to hold one corner of a sheet, with the three 
others holding another corner each, things weren't so bad.  It was harder to do the 
required hospital corners with our feet, but we did eventually get quite proficient at 
it.

One of the people I was working with was a guy who had a nice butt, and looked 
lovely in the loin cloth he wore.  I don't know what my new husband Tom would 
have said if he'd seen me staring.  Anyway, it was his idea for me to play the 
submissive for this fantasy adventure and I'd really only agreed to come as part of 
a small group, not get sexy with a million strangers.  I wondered if he knew what 
he was letting himself in for.

When we'd finished, our work was inspected by Master Jay, who was cute too.  
Wild thoughts were tumbling around in my head about him and I missed hearing 
when he spoke to me.  I forced him to repeat himself, something I've since found 
out they don't like to do.  After I'd answered his question, he punished me for not 
paying complete attention to him.  My punishment almost made me want out of 
this silly charade then and there - almost.

Master Jay had Steve, the guy with the nice butt, take me over his knee, pull my 
pants down (more gesture than anything since I was wearing a G-string) and give 
me a damn good spanking.  

"Twelve of your hardest slaps," Master Jay told Steve.  "Make each one count, and 
make the slut not only count each one out load, but make her ask for the next one 
as well.

I'd played a similar game with Tom before, but he never really hurt me.  Steve on 
the other hand brought a whole new meaning to being punished.  When I was 
comfortable over his knee, my bush hard against his thigh, he began.  He warmed 
the spot he intended to hit by rubbing his hand in a circular motion over the area 
first.  That felt nice.  When his hand came down however, the pain it brought with 
it was nothing like Tom had ever inflicted.  I could feel the individual finger marks 
burning into my cheek.  He waited for me to count one.  I'd totally forgotten about 
that and only remembered when he whispered for me to do so, quickly.

I took a deep breath and said, "One.  Please do it again," adding for good 
measure, "Master."

Again he massaged my butt with his hand, instantly making it feel better.  Then he 
hit me again, just as hard, in exactly the same spot!  I could have died, it hurt so 
much.  This time I didn't hesitate nearly so long before counting off and asking for 
another.  The third one not only made me cry out, but made me cry as well.  I had 
to count it and ask for another between sobs.  Funnily enough, the fourth, in 
exactly the same spot as the other three, didn't hurt nearly so much, even though 
it was by no means lighter.  I realised as I was asking for the sixth, that my nipples 
had gone hard for some reason.  The seventh smack was on the other cheek.  
That hurt just as much as the first had.  When I asked for the eighth I surprised 
myself by meaning it!  I realised with a start that I was getting sticky between my 
legs and I could feel my lips pulsing against Steve's thigh.  The ninth caused me 
to bounce against Steve's leg - WOW, what a feeling!  I almost demanded the 
tenth, I was worked up by the eleventh, and I was not nearly ready for the twelfth to 
be over.  In fact, I did demand the thirteenth, but Master Jay said my punishment 
was finished.  I was ready to start frigging myself senseless right there in front of 
the others when I stood up, but a look from Master Jay stayed my hand.  I smiled 
to myself when I noticed the stains on Steve's leg and shuddered when he 
surreptitiously grazed his fingers over the spot then popped them in his mouth, as 
if he were cooling fingers hot from spanking me.

I was so shaken by what had come over me that I almost left the room with the 
others, without putting my G-string back on.  How could I have forgotten that!  Our 
group had five other rooms to complete before we were finished and by that time I 
was hornier than I could ever remember being.  To cap it all off, we came up 
behind the girl from the lawn as we were leaving the last room, on her knees, 
facing away from us, seven signatures on her back, blowing a man who had his 
fingers wrapped in her hair, right in the middle of the hallway.  Since there was no 
stopping her mid suck, we had to wait for the guy to blow his load so that they 
would be able to make room for us to pass.  When he did cum, he shot his load 
into her mouth, on her face and all through her hair.  After a moment's recovery 
time, he gladly signed her back.  She got up to go to the bathroom and clean 
herself off, but Master Jay had other ideas.  He called her over and told her she 
could service him and Steve, the last two signatures she needed.  She managed 
to look startled, happy and concerned at the same time.  I'm sure her jaw must 
have been sore from all that sucking, and I'm also sure she wondered how she 
was going to give two blowjobs at once.  Master Jay sorted that out by ordering 
Steve to lie on the floor face up, pull his loin cloth to one side and bring himself to 
erection.  He had a beautiful cock, just as I'd imagined it would be.  Hard it was not 
too long, about seven inches, but it was nice and thick while not being obscenely 
so.  

"Sit on him," he ordered the girl.  Without hesitation, she lowered her soaking 
pussy onto his rod.  Master Jay then unzipped his pants and pulled out his 
member for her to take in her mouth.

"Fuck my cock with your mouth, while you fuck his with your pussy.  You'll still be 
able to suck him off when I'm finished."

The girl obediently started riding Steve like a horse while blowing Master Jay.  I 
could tell she'd found out what men like by the surprised expression on Master 
Jay's face.  Steve seemed to be enjoying her tight little pussy too.  I was jealous.  
Why couldn't that be me!

Master Jay came without warning, causing the girl to gag a little.  When he pulled 
out of her, cum came gushing out her mouth as well.  She'd forgotten to swallow 
because she was in the middle of an orgasm with Steve, who was still pumping 
away under her.  Master Jay had her roll off him, cum still dripping from her lips 
and take Steve in her mouth.  Soon enough he shot his load as well and she was 
able to fall to one side, exhausted but happy.  Eventually Steve, then Master Jay 
signed her back, sending her off to find Mistress Cindy with a smack on her bare 
bottom and advice not to bother getting cleaned up first.

I was in that `ready to frig myself in front of everybody' mood again, but managed 
to hold myself in check while Master Jay led the way out to the lawn.  It was dark 
now, but lights had been erected and there was a banquet table piled with food 
enough for every one.  It seemed that all of us had congregated in the same place 
at the same time as if by design, because everyone there was told they could eat 
about two minutes after we arrived.

I saw the blowjob girl again before we were led away for the evening, in Mistress 
Cindy's arms.  All she wore were black thigh high boots and a three inch wide 
collar, but she didn't seem too worried about it.  We had about 20 minutes after 
our meal to let it settle, before doing two hours exercise.  I'm fairly fit, as I'm sure 
were all the others.  But after two hours solid workout, I was knackered.  I didn't 
even hesitate in taking my bikini off when the Masters and Mistresses came 
around and took everyone's clothing away.  That little bikini seemed to hold in so 
much heat!

So once again I was naked with a bunch of strangers.  At least I'd stayed with 
Steve and the other two girls, Karen and Rose, who had been on my `team'.  Once 
the clothes had been collected, we were all ordered into the pool.  Ever been in an 
outside pool with 150 other people?  Once I had cooled down in the water, it was 
lots of fun.  It got better when a truckload of soap was thrown in for us to use 
getting clean.  

A 75 foot bubble bath with backs and fronts aplenty that needed cleaning.  Steve 
got a good feel doing my back and I reciprocated with him.  I surprised myself 
when, after soaping Rose's back she turned around.  Without missing a beat, I 
gave her front a good soaping too, including the brush covered valley between her 
legs.  

Eventually we were ordered out and towels were handed around for us to dry 
ourselves with.  I dried Steve, causing an embarrassing rise which I couldn't do 
anything about, then  Karen dried me off, missing absolutely nothing.  

I expected to be taken inside the house, but instead was led, along with most of 
the others, to the pool house.  I found out later that each of Mistress Cindy's 
people was allowed two of us each to keep them warm.  Two men were devastated 
to be chosen by one of Mistress Cindy's men, but they didn't try to argue.

While each of the two rooms of the pool house were large enough to 
accommodate either 20 men or women adequate space to change in comfort, it 
was one hell of a crowded place for 75 mixed singles to find sleeping room.  At 
least the floor was carpeted.  If I'd walked in on the scene with no warning, I would 
have thought I'd stumbled on an orgy in progress.  The benches were almost 
stacked two deep, laying like spoons, while there was no place to put a foot on the 
floor without coming into contact with bare skin.  Mistress Cindy had not seen any 
point in giving back our clothes since we'd be asleep.

Somehow I'd ended up top and tailing with Steve, my feet near his head, his 
breath hot on my ankles.  Rose was lying in an `L' shape, her bottom against my 
tummy.  I knew Karen was right behind Steve somewhere, because I could hear 
her whispering dirty things to him, things that made a warm bulge press against 
my lower back.  Some guy was also lying practically in my face, my lips inches 
from his muscular calves, his back resting against Rose's.  Abruptly the lights 
went out and the door closed, a bolt audibly being drawn on the outside.  I lay 
there quietly, listening to Karen's hot talk.  Steve must have been in agony and not 
able to move his hands, because the lump in my back was definitely hard - and 
bent.  I reached over intending to help him out by straightening it out.  It was easy 
to reach and straighten, but then I didn't want to let it go.  Instead, I started pulling 
him off.  At the same time I was frustrated because I only had one hand, the other 
being pinned underneath me.  That meant I couldn't finger myself.  Instead I 
wriggled up until Rose's bottom rested lower, practically on top of my groin.  This 
put my lips closer to mr no name's ankles.  

While grinding myself against Rose and pulling Steve's rock hard cock I managed 
to lick, nibble and bite the skin around the other guy's ankles.  For some reason 
this turned me on and it didn't seem to bother him any.  Just as I was getting into 
it, I felt a sharp finger nail against my pussy lips  I didn't care whose it was, I 
wanted it in there!  With difficulty, I raised one leg so the finger could get at my clit.  
Pretty soon I was in heaven.

I imagined Steve to be as comfortably uncomfortable as I was, because while I had 
one leg propped up, he managed to get his head between them and was 
alternately  sucking the toes of my free foot and from the sound of it, giving 
someone else plenty of tongue to tongue action.

After ten minutes of this, I developed a cramp.  I knew I had to put my leg down to 
ease the pain, but there was no way I was going to stop.  Instead I upset the apple 
cart by getting to my feet.  I stood just long enough to turn around and face Steve, 
make room for him to roll onto his back, then re-visited the scene I had witnessed 
earlier by lowering myself onto his cock.  I felt so wonderful riding him that I cried 
out in pleasure.  I think I heard similar moans of pleasure around me but I wasn't 
interested.  I noticed a form standing near me and reached out to them.  As it 
happened it was a man, whose cock I eagerly engulfed with my mouth  I felt soft 
lips on my nipples, I guess they were feminine, they were great.  

A hand twiddled my clit, making my dive headfirst into orgasm.  I felt the man I 
was giving head to shiver, almost ready to explode.  I pulled away so he could 
cum on my face and as I reached out to hold onto him, I came into contact with a 
very smooth thigh.  I raised my hand and felt a wet pussy, then a hard clit.  I pulled 
the clit between finger and thumb, feeling it's size.  A woman near me moaned in 
pleasure and my hand got soaked in female cum.  

I'd never tasted it before and wanted to now, so I put my hand to my mouth.  
Nothing like cum, but delicious anyway.  Just then the man in front of me exploded 
in my face.  I was lucky I had my eyes closed because my eyelids were covered 
with warm jism.  I reached out again and felt a cock being pressed into my hand.  I 
sensed the man in front of me drop away, to be replaced by a woman shaven 
cunt.  

As I said, I've never actually been with a woman, but I wanted to try it all.  I sucked 
on her cunt while still wanking the guy whose cock I had in my hand, kept riding 
Steve, or at least I thought I was still on him.  Could someone else have taken his 
place under me?  I had another hand not doing anything so I offered it up and 
found someone's backside jerking nearby, obviously doing a stand-up fuck.  I 
temporarily took my hand back, stuck it into the cunt of the woman I was sucking 
so that it would be good and juicy, then sent it off up the ass of the guy humping 
away. When I came again, I felt particularly flooded and realised it was because of 
jism as well.  

This time I was sure of it. I was having my fuck replaced.  I was lifted off him far 
enough for him to get out, then someone else took his place.  This new meat was 
definitely bigger than I was used to and it was just as well that I'd been so 
thoroughly lubricated, or he'd never have fitted.

While the new guy under me filled me up, fingers played with my clit, squeezing 
and pulling on it, sometimes painfully, always increasing my pleasure..  The cunt I 
had my face buried in suddenly gushed, filling my mouth with its warm juice, just 
as I came again.  After a few seconds it dropped away.  

Somehow I got swivelled around on the pole on which I sat, my lips touching flesh 
in the process.  The guy who was fucking me must have been sitting on the face 
of a woman, because this flesh was definitely a breast with a large nipple.  I licked 
and sucked for a while, then let my mouth work it's way up a slender neck until I 
came into contact with the owners lips.  Unbelievably, the sensations and novelty 
of just French kissing another woman was enough to produce another orgasm.

By the time I'd recovered, the guy under me had shot his load inside me and lifted 
me off him.  Under me I now felt carpet, so I knew no one had taken his place.  
This didn't upset me, because my cunt was starting to produce the tingling 
feelings that come with over use.  I was also feeling understandably tired.  I lay 
back, finding a nice soft chest under my head, not jerking from some sex act.  I 
was just making myself comfortable to go to sleep when a male groin pressed 
against the side of my head.  `What the heck,' I thought to myself.  `One more for 
the road.'  Keeping my head on its silky pillow, I turned my head to take the flaccid 
member in my mouth.

I was sucking on my thumb when I woke up the next morning, then realised that 
my thumb was growing!  As awareness of where I was slowly dawned, so did the 
realisation that my hands were nowhere near my mouth.  I still had the cock from 
the night before in my mouth and it was ready for attention.  

Early morning light was beginning to filter into the pool house, so when I opened 
my eyes, I was able to recognise the pubic hair I was looking at as being attached 
to Steve.  Somehow he'd made his way back to me in the darkness and although 
he seemed to be still asleep, at least one part of his anatomy wasn't.  I let my 
mouth work on his member lazily as I lay there, not really making an attempt to get 
him off, but quite happy for it to stay where it was.  I applied just enough 
movement to keep it semi erect and producing the pre-cum that I loved.  I must 
have drifted back to sleep again, because the next thing I knew, voices were 
telling us to wake up.  We all jumped to our feet and looked around.  I couldn't see 
Karen anywhere at first, then eventually located her way over the other side of the 
room.  It turned out Rose had provided my soft pillow.

"You slime disgust me.  From the smell of it, you spent your time fucking instead 
of sleeping," Mistress Cindy growled when she'd entered the pool room.

Although Mistress Cindy sounded angry with us, she didn't look it.  Pudding was 
kneeling at her feet, a collar around her neck, the leash in Mistress Cindy's hand.  
Pudding looked at Mistress Cindy adoringly.  For some reason I felt sure that 
Mistress Cindy wasn't really angry, it was just something that was expected of her.

"When I give the word, you are all to report to the beach.  You will bathe in the sea 
today before your exercises.  Some of you look like you've had glue rubbed into 
your hair.  Make sure it's washed out properly.  Move!"

After washing and exercises, we made our way back to the lawn, where breakfast 
was waiting.  The few that had been chosen the previous evening to entertain the 
Mistresses and Masters had prepared plastic bowls of cereal, scrambled eggs and 
two huge basins containing what smelled like coffee in one and milk in the other.  I 
briefly wondered where we were supposed to sit, as there were no chairs at the 
tables.  We soon found out.

"Pudding dear.  As you've pleased me, you shall have the honour of being the first 
to eat.  Choose a bowl of cereal and bring it to me.  Remember what I told you 
now," she said in a kindly voice.

Pudding leapt to her feet and hurried to the table.  She selected a bowl, then 
picked it up by the rim with her teeth.  Moving carefully now, she carried it to the 
table where the basin of milk was. After putting her bowl down on the table, we 
watched her take a mouthful of milk directly from the dish, transferring it to the 
bowl of cereal.  After transferring a second mouthful of milk onto her cereal, she 
again picked up the bowl with her teeth and carried it back to Mistress Cindy.  At 
Mistress Cindy's feet, she carefully dropped to her knees, placing the bowl on the 
ground in front of her, not once touching it with her hands.

"Good, Pudding.  You may begin."

Pudding lapped up her cereal directly from the bowl, licked her plate clean, then 
looked up at Mistress Cindy once she'd finished.  Mistress Cindy patted Pudding 
on the head, making Pudding grin with pleasure.

"Pudding has shown you how breakfast will be taken from now on.  Anyone using 
their hands will be punished.  Is that understood?  Good.  Now get your sorry 
selves into lines."

It was harder than Pudding made it look, not using your hands.  A few bowls were 
dropped while being put down, meaning the person carrying it missed out.  Just 
as I was returning from the table, my face wet from having it dunked into the bowl 
by one of the Mistresses when I was getting my milk, I saw a girl inadvertently 
clutch her bowl, as her licking motion was moving it away from her.  No one else 
seemed to notice and she let go of the bowl as soon as she realised what she'd 
done.  After the cereal came the scrambled eggs, a messy business when you 
can't use your hands.

By the time we'd all had our breakfast, the basin of coffee had cooled enough so 
that it could be lapped up.  I was grateful that they'd added sugar, even though it 
was `served' black.  A few people around me deferred the opportunity to have 
some, so that left more for the rest of us.  We acted like pigs at the trough getting 
at the coffee and two Masters had to swat our behinds with their hands to make us 
move away and let others in.

We were put into work groups again, but this time Rose wasn't with us.  Instead 
we had a guy and girl added to our group.  I looked around for Rose and saw her 
in a group with the girl I'd earlier seen touch her plate.  Their group seemed to be 
the largest.  I wondered it they'd done something special.

"You've all done well, considering how useless you are," Mistress Cindy told us.  
"As a reward, most of you will be issued outfits to wear.  Some of you, however 
didn't do so well.  You were seen using your hands at breakfast when I specifically 
told you not to.  Does anyone want to confess now to make it easier on 
themselves?  Raise your hand now it you are guilty."

Slowly, hands went up.  The surprising thing was that the hands that were raised 
were all from the group with Rose in it  Slowly the girl I'd seen earlier raised her 
hand as well.

"Thank you for being honest," said Mistress Cindy to the small group of raised 
hands.  "Come here, quickly."

Half a dozen people scampered over to Mistress Cindy.  She gave each of them a 
nail brush.  "You will use these to scrub the pool room from top to bottom.  Make 
sure every corner is sparkling including the bathrooms and carpet."

I didn't envy any of them the job of cleaning out the toilets - with a brush in their 
mouths.  They were presently sent away without anything to wear for the day.

"You!" Mistress Cindy said, pointing at the remainder of the large group, "Were 
also seen touching your bowls, yet you didn't confess.  You are all liars!  What 
would you do with a liar if you were me?  Cut out their tongues? No, too drastic for 
a first offence.  Ah, I have it.  Since there are seven of you, there are just enough to 
clean out t the pool.  You wont be given brushes to use once you've emptied it 
though, you'll lick the sides clean with your tongues.  To make sure you don't use 
your hands, they will be restrained.  Jennifer, you know what to do.

Mistress Jennifer and a Master took cords over to the group, using them to not 
only bind their hands behind their backs, but pull their arms behind them too.  
With the women's arms bound, their shoulders were pulled back as far as they 
could go and their chests really stood out proudly.  The three men were especially 
unlucky because their penises were tied and pulled between their legs as well.  
Front on, they looked like they had no dicks at all.  By the time they were released, 
they'd be dying to use a toilet, I was sure.

When they'd been led off to the pool, we were lined up and given our costumes for 
the day.  Our team was given matching gear; for the men, black PVC shorts that 
they had to struggle to get into, then showed every curve and bulge they had.  We 
girls got harnesses to wear which we had to be shown how to put on.  After 
stepping into it, it was pulled up so that the straps came over our shoulders, 
wrapped around our necks like a collar then continued down our fronts.  A special 
design allowed them to be fastened at the front, keeping our breasts tightly 
secured, yet not covered.  From little silver chains fixed into the leather bra `cups' 
dangled nipple clamps.  We were lined up and attached to the girl next to us by a 
dog leash at the neck, Steve allowed to hold the first girl's spare leash end in his 
hand, while Joe held mine in his.

`Dressed', I realised I may as well have been left naked.  The only part of me not 
on display was the soles of my feet.  I could feel the leather pull itself right into the 
crack of my ass and between my pussy lips.  My boobs felt good, though.  I 
thought to myself that a leather bra might be a nice addition to my wardrobe.

Our group's task was relatively easy, just trimming the grass, which the men did 
by stringing us out and attaching the leash ends to trees, then taking up hand 
mowers while the four of us weeded the gardens.  Mistress Cindy had not thought 
it appropriate to supply us with gardening gloves, so my lovely long nails took a 
beating in the dirt.

After an hour's work, a very young looking girl came past wearing a black PVC 
body stocking with holes cut away at the crotch and nipple areas.  She walked 
strangely because she had a candle protruding from her pussy.  She'd been told 
not to drop it under any circumstances or she'd be punished.  She gave us a drink 
each from the water bottle she carried and sun screen which we rubbed all over 
each other.

The Master supervising us told her to hurry along and for us to get back to work.  
After a couple of hours more work I was beginning to wonder again why I'd 
decided to come at all.  I knew you couldn't have sex 24 hours a day so you had to 
do other things, but I'd paid for a holiday, not a part time job!  I also began 
wondering what my new husband was up to.  Was he screwing some other lucky 
woman or hanging out until he could join me?  I'd practically forgotten about my 
experience the previous night, so was getting jealous of my husband's probably 
imaginary bed mate  I felt myself wanting the weeds I was pulling out to be her 
hair.  How dare she have him when I wasn't getting anything!

At noon we were led back to the front lawn for lunch.  This time we were each 
given an item such as an apple, tomato or slice of melon and told to share it with 
the others of our group.  We were also told that we were the only one allowed to 
touch our item with our hands.  In other words, we had to feed the others.  It wasn't 
as easy as it sounded and we got a little mucky.  

When Mistress Cindy saw us, she immediately told us to lick the mess off each 
other.  Somehow I'd managed to get some of the honey out of my honey jar on my 
pubes which Steve was quick to attack.  I can no longer say I've never had an 
orgasm outside under the sun with people all around me, watching.

After lunch, we were given an hour's timeout.  We were instructed to sit in circles 
and tell the others in our group about ourselves.  I found out that the two girls that 
had joined us today had been members of the club that had provided most of the 
other guests, since they left school ten years ago.  They'd both accepted 
themselves as subs almost from the first.  Steve and his wife were members of the 
club too, but Steve was trying out his submissive side for the first time.  Joe was 
new to the club, but his partner, a guy called Trent, had been a member for years 
and insisted he go along.  He'd been hooked since.

Joe's story had brought up the topic of sex, he being gay, so we explored that for a 
while.  While I was telling my story, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd been with 
girls for the first time since I'd come here and enjoyed the experience.  We 
discussed my sexuality and decided that I wasn't gay myself, just open to any new 
experience, or possibly bi-sexual at most.  Karen confessed that she was probably 
bi-sexual as well, flattering me by describing a sexual fantasy she'd had worked 
out where she was my personal slave.  The things she had me doing to her!  It 
was a very pleasant hour we spent talking.  

It was almost like sitting around the pool at home with friends, except that I 
wouldn't have been one of four girls wearing nothing but a leather strap harness 
with a leash tying me to the girl next to me.  The men wouldn't be sporting 
erections every now and then that would press against their PVC shorts.  In fact it 
was highly unlikely that PVC shorts would ever be seen next to my pool at home.

After the hour was up, we were sent back to our chores.  This time however, I felt 
glad to be there with these other really neat and unique people.  At mid afternoon, 
we were taken into the house and led upstairs by one of the mistresses.  Although 
I'd been in the house the day before, I'd never been to this part of it.  We were led 
into a room that had mirrors covering three walls while the fourth wall was all 
windows facing the back gardens.  In the middle of the empty room was a free 
standing rail about four feet tall and  five feet long, like something ballerinas lean 
on when practising.  We were led to it  and stood behind it, facing the windows.  
None of us knew why we were there and none of us were willing to ask.

The mistress came up behind Steve and pulled his shorts down around his 
ankles, then moved to the other end of the short line up and did the same to Joe's.  
We were next, having the buckles that connect the single strap running between 
our legs to the multiple straps on our back released.  Our harnesses stayed in 
place, but the strap, now free, dangled between our legs.  Having finished that 
task, she produced six blindfolds and had us fit them in place, inspecting them 
once we were ready.

I was totally blind now, and becoming anxious.  I've never been scared of the dark, 
but this was different.  For one thing, I could now hear the rattle of chains, and 
almost jumped when something was placed around first one of my ankles, then 
after spreading my legs, the other.  The chain must have been stretched to 
something because I quickly found that I could move my foot neither forward or 
back, left or right.  We were then told to put our hands in front of us which I did at 
once.  Padded manacles were used to secure them together and then I think 
another chain was used to link all our manacled hands to each other.

Once that job was done, we were instructed to lean forward over the rail.  I waited 
for something to happen, then felt myself being pulled further over the pole, like I 
was doing toe touching exercises.  I heard a grunt next to me and I assume that 
the same was being done to Judy, the shortest one among us, whose feet would 
have almost left the floor to put her in the same position as I was in.  Even though I 
couldn't see, I could feel eyes on my spread ass cheeks, looking up my pussy 
from the rear.  Although it made me blush with embarrassment, it turned me on 
immensely.  The next noise I related to was the sound of a rubber glove being 
snapped on, then I felt a trickle of oil being dropped into the cleft of my ass.  I 
heard a gasp a few seconds later come from Steve.  I found out why when my turn 
came.  

A gloved hand started massaging my bottom then suddenly a finger was inserted 
up my ass.  This was so unexpected that I gasped as well.  It had been months 
since I'd had anything up there and I'd almost forgotten what it was like.  After a 
few thrusts, the finger was removed and the procedure was repeated on Judy.  
Although she made no noise herself, I was now listening to the squelch of oily 
gloves.  When my turn came again, two fingers were inserted, then three.  A 
female voice commented to someone else that I had a big asshole.  I felt insulted 
until the person in the background, a male, replied that it was close to perfect as 
far as he was concerned.  

The hand once more withdrew, moving towards Steve.  A few seconds later there 
was a gasp, followed closely by a groan.  The same female voice commented that 
they had a virgin on their hands.  It took me a second to click on to what she 
meant.

After what seemed like an hour of these ministrations, probably closer to 20 
minutes, I felt something rubber being pressed against my asshole.  Without 
question, I helped it slip in.  It was about four inches long, its whole length buried 
in me.  I thought the person would either leave it in or take it out and move on.  
Instead, it turned out that only half of it was in place.  Soon the other half was 
pushing its way between my pussy lips.  When they'd inserted the whole thing, it 
must have been about seven inches long, I felt my bottom being towelled off and 
the strap being replaced.

I waited quietly, flexing my muscles to discern the nature of the object inside me.  
It didn't take too long to decide that I'd had a dildo and butt plug combo installed.  
Eventually all the noises stopped.  I started to think they'd left us like this and gone 
out.  Then a male voice, different than the other one, spoke.

"I don't go for the hairy ones, but the females have lovely white cheeks.  Could do 
with some colour though, don't you think?"

"Seems like a good idea to me," Replied yet another male voice.

"Should we get Cindy in to colour them, or should I do it myself?" the female 
asked.

"I think she would just want to see the finished article," responded the first voice.

"I disagree," said a different woman.  "I think that the colouring's the best part!

I'd lost count of just how many there were in the room, dispassionately discussing 
our bottoms as if we weren't even there.  I was feeling more humiliated yet turned 
on than ever.

"Give her a call, Jackie.  See what she wants to do."

I listened to the Jackie voice asking Mistress Cindy and then heard Mistress Cindy 
reply that she was busy watching Pudding have some sport with a group of men 
so she couldn't come over.

"Use the widest one.  That'll colour those lovely asses in no time."

They didn't even warn us.  A strap came down, making a loud `clack' as it landed, 
then in rapid succession more until the fourth landed on my rear end.  I screamed 
in pain and was rewarded with another, just as hard.  I clamped my mouth shut, 
tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes.  

The same as the day before, by the time the fourth stroke landed I was 
anticipating it and lifting myself to greet the blow.  I could feel my groin saturated 
with my juices and was glad the dildo was being held in for me by the strap of my 
harness. Judy was quietly sobbing next to me, but she didn't once beg for them to 
stop.  I ended up counting the time by my orgasms, not one of which was derived 
from any clit stimulation whatsoever.  

I had  five altogether before they released us so that we could once again stand 
up.  My bottom was absolutely burning but at the same time if my back hadn't 
been so sore from being bent over so long, I would have asked them to do it over 
again.  We still had our blindfolds on, but as soon as all the chains had been 
removed, we were allowed to take them off as well.  When my eyes adjusted to the 
light, I glanced around.  The room was empty, save the Mistress who'd brought us 
there.  I looked at Judy, then at her legs.  They were as sticky as mine.  Judy threw 
herself into my arms and gave me a huge hug, crying all the time.

"I wish I could work out whether I love this or hate it!  It hurts so much it makes me 
cry, but I had four orgasms at the same time." She said, smiling through her tears.  
I looked at Joe and Steve.  Both had erections, their shorts now back in place 
covering them.  Joe had a glob of cum on his leg which he noticed as I studied it.

"Part one of their game," he apologised, explaining himself.

"Did they leave a dildo in you too," Judy whispered in my ear.

I grinned at her.  I'd completely forgotten about it.  We followed the Mistress out of 
the room, us girls still leashed at the neck.  As we walked, I noticed that Steve was 
walking strangely, then I noticed that the PVC wasn't sticking into his ass as much 
as previously.  He had a butt plug in too!  By the time we reached the front door of 
the house I was feeling guilty, despite our group's earlier chat.  I'd caught myself 
admiring Sharon's bright red butt as I'd followed her.  There was no one around 
outside so we were told to find a quiet spot and amuse ourselves for an hour or so 
before dinner.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, so I took the lead, forcing my group to follow.  I 
led them into a corner of the yard before being stopped short by Sharon.

"I need to relieve myself," she declared.  "if I don't pee soon, it'll be running down 
my leg."

"I know what you mean," agreed Steve.

I thought about it and realised  that I could do with a leak too.  "We'd better get a 
Master to disconnect us," I said.

Sharon and Judy laughed.  "They won't do that just so we can pee," said Karen.  
"We just have to do it together.  It's not as if the men haven't seen us naked, after 
all."

"Here will be fine, continued Sharon, squatting down right where she was and 
letting go a stream at the same time.

Steve wriggled his cock out of his shorts and a few seconds later started flowing 
too.  I felt like the odd one out, being shy about peeing in front of the others, so I 
squatted down and was soon releasing my piss in a loud stream between my legs.   
I found that if I wasn't careful, I'd lose the dildo so I had to alternate between 
peeing and clenching my muscles, which aroused me once more.  As soon as 
Steve had his tool back in his shorts, I was off again, the dildo well felt between my 
legs as I moved.

When I found just the right spot, I lay down on my stomach, forcing Judy and 
Sharon down too.  As soon as Sharon had settled herself, I crawled over to her 
and started blowing softly on her exposed butt cheeks.  Sharon sighed with 
pleasure, so I lightly touched my lips to her soft backside.  Soon I was licking and 
kissing her bottom as if my life depended on it.  Steve obviously thought it a good 
idea too and was soon out of his shorts and lying with his butt in front of Sharon.  
At the same time, I felt Judy mimicking my treatment of Sharon with my bottom.  It 
felt absolutely wonderful.  I took a second to look over my shoulder past Judy and 
saw that Karen was doing her and Joe was just getting in position to do her.

I started licking around the butt plug in Sharon's ass then spread her legs wider so 
that I could get around the dildo sticking into her cunt.  I wasn't about to remove it, 
but I still wanted to taste her womanhood.  I ended up easing her over onto her 
back so I could get at her moist lips properly.  She didn't mind, as it gave her a 
chance to give Steve some head.  

My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, because after a while it moved up to 
her belly button, then her nipples.  I saw the clamp dangling off to one side and 
the temptation became to strong to resist.  I took one clamp and fitted over her stiff 
nipple.  
I gently eased the pressure off my thumb, letting the padded plates take a firm grip 
on her nipple.  After doing the same with the other clamp, I licked around her 
nipples and breasts as much as I could.  My nipples were way past ready for some 
attention of their own, so I moved higher on Sharon, but stopped as my groin 
came into contact with her furry minge.  Her lips were moist as were mine, still 
being worked on by Judy.  

The sensation of Judy's tongue on me one second then on Sharon the next was 
almost overpowering.  I ground my mount against Sharon's, crying out as I came.  
I rolled off Sharon, for the moment exhausted.  Seeing what I'd done to Sharon's 
nipples, Judy climbed over me and attached clamps to my perky little ones, still 
hard from my arousal.  At first they stung and I was tempted to swipe them off, but 
eventually the actual pain went away, to be replaced by a warmth that radiated 
from my tits.  When Judy started gently tugging on the clips, I almost passed out 
with pleasure, cumming again almost instantly.  

When I became coherent again, I was helped to my knees by Sharon, Karen and 
Judy and presented with two cocks.  Steve and Joe stood next to each other, both 
waving erections in my face.  Unable to decide on which cock to attack first, I let 
Sharon lead the way.  I now believe four mouths working on two cocks is just as 
good as one mouth on one cock, maybe better, `cause those girls had tongue's 
long enough to touch my tonsils.  

No wonder men love kissing women so much.  Their lips are so soft and their 
tongues know exactly what to do, or at least these girls tongues did.  When Steve 
and Joe shot their loads, they managed to give each of us a mouthful as well as 
covering our faces and giving us something to lick off each other.  I was even able 
to tell that I was licking Steve's cum off Sharon's face and Joe's off Karen's, their 
flavours being unique and individual.

Eventually we made our way back to the front lawn, to find everyone assembling 
for the evening meal.  I was starving so was understandably upset when the 
Mistress from earlier came over to us and told us we would not be having dinner 
with the others tonight.  It was nothing more than fear of punishment that kept my 
mouth closed to protest.

We were led into the house along with another group and told to wait outside a 
closed door.  After waiting patiently for about five minutes, not even daring to 
speak to one another just in case we were already in trouble, a call came for us to 
enter.  Inside, there was a lot of unknown people dressed as chefs, people I didn't 
even know existed.  

I was suddenly embarrassed by my nudity, around the uniformed staff.  I hadn't 
felt like this since I first stripped off my own clothes, soon after my arrival.  I could 
do nothing to hide myself and had to put up with the occasional leers of the male 
staff when they looked my way.  Fortunately we didn't have to put up with this 
degradation for too long.  We were soon led through another door by an older man 
in an old fashioned chefs hat with the bulb on top.

"I've been instructed to give you these to wear.  You will be serving tonight."  He 
gestured towards neat stacks of uniforms.  

Gratefully we all rushed over to grab one each while the chef left us for a while.  
The others must have felt much the same as I.  Since I wasn't sure whether to take 
the harness off before putting the uniform on, we quickly discussed it and decided 
to wear the uniforms over our original costumes.

The men's uniforms consisted of black silk trousers, very tight in the butt, a white 
collar and cuffs and black socks and shoes.  Our uniforms were the standard 
maid's outfit, including black stockings, suspenders, a skirt that just covered our 
bottoms, except when we bent over, and an apron that was just high enough to 
cover our nipples and long enough to cover the front of our skirts.  The apron was 
almost see through but not quite.  We had little hats to wear and five inch heels on 
our feet.  I felt incredibly tall with the shoes on!

When the chef came back, he was carrying trays which he handed out with 
instructions about what should be put on each.  My tray just had napkins on it, 
while the five men had drinks trays.  Sharon had spoons on hers and the other 
girls all had small portions of food.  We were instructed to wait next to a nearby 
door until a bell was rung, then open the door and serve the guests.

When the bell was finally rung, we took a collective deep breath and entered.  At 
the table in the next room sat two Masters, two Mistresses and two others that I'd 
seen only once before, when we first arrived.  I was supposed to lead the way for 
the others, but I tripped on a rug, nearly dropping my napkins.  Bending over to 
retrieve a single dropped one, I was aware of my pantyless ass on full view.  It 
wasn't until I stood up again that I remembered the dildo still inside me.  With what 
remained of my dignity, I started off toward the table again, taking special care 
with each step.

I was just placing the last napkin when I noticed a movement between the chair 
legs.  Pudding was down there, naked, her hands and feet tied, with her head 
clamped between the legs of one of the mistresses.  Looking down the table I 
noticed flies open and skirts pulled up.  Pudding had made her way almost all the 
way down the table, working on every lap she came to.  Boy her jaw must have 
had a good workout.

I laid the napkin down then stood next to the far wall as I'd been instructed.  The 
others did their jobs then joined me.

"I think we'll have some entertainment while we wait," said the other Mistress.  
"What will it be folks, man on man, woman on woman, man on woman, take your 
pick."

"What about man alternating between woman's cunt and ass?" someone 
suggested.

"I know, I'd like to see a woman on all fours, another woman on her back, face up, 
taking in her cunt.  The one she'd lying on can take it in her ass."

"Get the woman who's taking it up her ass to give someone head at the same 
time.  Wait, get the other one to give a guy straddling her head as well.  A visual 
work of art.  What do you think?"
They weren't asking us, they were talking as if we weren't there.  That was twice 
today I'd been treated like an animal who couldn't understand.  I didn't say 
anything though in case I wasn't picked.

A woman from the other group was picked as the `table' and Karen was told to 
remove her plugs and disrobe before laying on this woman's back with her legs 
raised and spread.  She did as she was told.  An extremely well hung guy from the 
other group was to do the double deed and Steve was to get the blowjob from the 
`table'.  Joe was chosen to get blown by Karen.

Everyone got into their positions but did not begin.  They were waiting for the 
instruction from one of the masters.

"There's still something missing.  Our human sculpture is missing something...  
Yes a tail.  There's no tail!  Quickly you girl," he said, pointing to me.  Get under 
the first girl.  You can pleasure her as well as the boy with the big rod."  I did as I 
was told, slowly withdrawing the plugs once I was in position.  I felt super horny 
and  strangely grateful to be included.

"Now all we need is... "

Another girl was chosen to lick me out as well.

"Now, begin," one of the mistresses instructed.  I took the well hung man in my 
mouth to get him warmed up, not that he needed much.  Soon we were all fucking 
and sucking away at each other like a well oiled machine.  I licked the juices off 
the stud who was fucking Karen, with no hesitation even when he became coated 
in anal juices from the `table' above me.  A couple of times the `table' became 
unsteady as she shook with orgasm, but overall we did well.  The men all hung on 
with grim determination until instructed to cum.  There followed a huge clean up 
operation, with tongues in every crevice open to clean out the cum.

"I liked that girl on the bottom," someone said  "I especially liked the way she 
cleaned the shit of that man's rod before he re-inserted it into the other slut."

For some reason I was glowing with pride that they should talk about me like that.  

"I wonder if she really likes the taste of shit?"

I was stunned at the question.  I had never thought anyone could enjoy it, yet I'd 
done it without a second thought.  Did the taste really revolt me, or just the idea of 
eating shit at all?  I honestly couldn't be sure.  After all, I had sucked his slimy 
cock, hadn't I?

"Mark, why did some of them have dildos stuck up them?" asked the woman 
stranger, moving the topic of conversation away from me somewhat.

"I think Cindy said we were going to have an anal show tonight.  Maybe these are 
the stars, Sue," Mark replied.

"I don't know how anyone could put anything up their ass."

"All of you, line up against the far wall.  You've had enough rest now," one of the 
Masters said.

"Ladies and gentlemen.  Would you like to decide on a specimen for us to start 
our show with?  I personally think we should start with a male."

"Why a male?  I'd like to see more of the blonde," said Mark, looking at me.

"I've found out from experience that the males wear out faster if they're not given a 
good long rest between performances.  If we choose a male that wasn't in our 
`living artwork', those one will have a chance to rejuvenate their stamina," the 
master said

"Sounds fair enough," Mark conceded.

They chose a male from the other group, told him to strip, then fondle himself to 
erection.  This was a bit of a disappointment as he was extremely muscular, but 
had an undersized cock at about five inches erect.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've made a good choice.  Martin here happens to be 
an anal virgin, never so much as having had a butt plug inserted before, if my 
information is correct."  Martin looked at the master in horror.

I was surprised that the master even knew his name, much less some personal 
detail like that about his rear end.

I was told to collect his clothing then go back to my place against the wall.  Martin 
was told to Bend over with his lags spread, so his audience could get a good view 
of his ass.  It was all hairy and even though he didn't have much of an erection, he 
certainly had large balls.  Steve was told to stand in front of him and hold his 
shoulders, and one of the mistresses also manacled Martin's wrists to his ankles.

Next a dish of warm water, a shaving brush and hand shaver were produced.  
These were used to shave his balls, between his legs, his buttocks and the crack 
of his ass.  Sue had the pleasure of performing that task.  When she stood back to 
admire her handy work, I could see that she'd hardly nicked the skin at all and had 
shaved his butt into a lovely heart shape, the white skin standing out against the 
black here left at the edges.

One of the mistresses went up to him with scented oil and rubbed it onto the 
shaved area, rubbing his cock for good measure, before concentrating on his 
asshole.  She slipped a finger in easily, but Steve had to hold him when she 
forced two in.

"You are tight, aren't you?  Tell me you've got a tight little asshole," she said to 
him.

"I've got a tight asshole, mistress."

"I told you to say, `lit-tle'," she said, emphasising each syllable with a firm slap on 
his bottom.

"Maybe you think a cock as small as the one you've got would fit up that tight 
entrance.  Tell me what you think."

"I think any size the mistress can get up there will fit, Mistress," he replied.

"Are you trying to be funny with me?" she asked, continuing to slap his reddening 
bottom.  "Don't you think your cock is small enough to fit into such a tight 
opening?  Answer me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes what?"

"Yes my cock is small enough for such a tight opening, Mistress."

I wasn't sure if his face went red as he admitted to having a small cock.  It could 
have been red because he'd been bent over for a while, but I don't think so.

"Tell me, have you ever tried to put that pencil into a hole this tight before?"

"No Mistress."

"Wait until you feel Master Tuku ram his man's cock into you," she said, ending 
their discussion.

Master Tuku came over to where we stood and selected a girl standing next to me 
to open his pants, take his limp member in her mouth and make it hard.  As she 
worked on it, I watched it get bigger and bigger.  I began to feel more and more 
sorry for Martin, as I watched it grow bigger and bigger.  Erect he was even bigger 
than the one I'd recently had in my mouth and I'd thought that was big enough.  
This guy was more like a small horse than a man!

After a few minutes he withdrew from the girl, slapping it against her cheeks a few 
times to test its hardness.  It must have been pretty solid, for it left marks on her.  
He had the girl draw his trousers to the floor then he stepped out of them, turning 
to give the guests a good look at his manhood.  Sue gasped when she saw it.

Mater Tuku strode over to poor Martin, first dipping his hand into the container of 
oil, then inserting a finger into Martin's anus.  Each of Master Tuku's fingers were 
the size of two of the mistresses, yet Martin didn't make a sound.  He slid it in and 
out, with slow rhythm, then tried for two.  Try as he might, he just couldn't get past 
the knuckle.  I could see Steve straining just to keep Martin from toppling forward.  
Still Martin made no sound.

"He'd too nervous.  His muscles keep contracting.  I need a volunteer to calm him 
down.  maybe some head would do the trick.  Pudding, are you finished under the 
table yet?" Master Tuku asked.

Pudding's head appeared past the table cloth, her face literally bathed in juices, 
her hair sticking to her face from more than just sweat.  As she emerged, I noticed 
she even had a glob of cum behind her ear.  On hands and knees, naked but for 
golden anklets, she crawled across the floor, so low her nipples practically 
brushed the woodwork.  

She crawled into position between Steve and Martin and began her work on him.  
She'd obviously had plenty of practice now, because in less than two minutes, his 
knees began to tremble.  The way her cheeks sucked around his shaft, she looked 
like she was ready to suck his breath out through the hole in the head of his dick.

Master Tuku had been waiting for this sign and had his fingers inside Martin 
before Martin was even aware of a presence.  Withdrawing his fingers, Master 
Tuku placed his cock against Martin's rear and pushed.  There was an audible 
`plop' as the head disappeared inside.  Master Tuku grunted with satisfaction.  
Master Tuku Slowly fed the length of his cock into Martin's stretched hole as 
Pudding continued to Martin's pulsating cock.  

She'd learned where to apply pressure with her fingers to halt an ejaculation, 
which she did a few times.  Master Tuku built up a steady rhythm, which he kept 
up for several minutes.  When he eventually pulled out, without cumming, Martin 
let out an unexpected sigh of pleasure.  Pudding had been applying the pressure 
so that Martin could calm down again and was about to restart her ministrations 
but Master Tuku ordered her away.

Master Tuku looked over at us, his eyes roaming from one to the next.  When his 
gaze settled on Joe and the erection he had, Joe was called to him.  Master Tuku 
reached into the Jar of oil, getting plenty on his hand.  This he used to lubricate 
Joe's erection, before ordering him to enter Martin as he'd done.  Joe slid his meat 
into Martin, expecting to begin pumping him, but Master Tuku had other ideas.

Master Tuku put a hand on Joe's shoulder, stopping his movement, then moved 
behind him.  Positioning his cock at Joe's backdoor, he pushed himself inside.  
Joe was able to take him without undue difficulty.  Soon the Master Tuku was 
pumping Joe, while Joe pumped Martin.

Again without cumming, Master Tuku pulled out of Joe.  He instructed one of the 
other two men waiting against the wall to replace him inside Joe, then as before, 
took the other man from behind.  After five or so minutes, the process was again 
repeated with the last man standing against the wall.  After Master Tuku had 
mounted the last man, they once again begun to pump each other.  Steve was the 
only male slave without his ass filled.

The sight of five men in a row all ass fucking the guy in front of them was fairly 
impressive, as well as being extremely erotic from my point of view, this sort of 
thing being something I'd always wanted to see.

Master Tuku carried on pumping his latest ass for about ten minutes, totalling 
about twenty five minutes of heavy duty friction without a single orgasm, nearly as 
much for Joe.  I was so intent on the action in front of me I nearly missed seeing 
one of the Mistresses wheeling a table into the middle of the room.

The table was contoured and padded, with the ends lower than the middle.  At 
both ends were leather straps.  When the Mistress had positioned the table and 
moved to one side, Master Tuku pulled out of the man in front of him, pulling the 
man in front out of the hole he was fucking.  Master Tuku then pulled on the 
shoulders of Joe and the man fucking him, making them extract themselves as 
well.  They all had hard cocks and I'm sure none of them wanted to stop.
The men stood there, not sure what to do for a second, while Master Tuku went 
around them to Steve.  He led Steve to the table and helped him onto it.  Although 
it seemed obvious to me what was going to happen, Steve seemed docile enough.  
Master Tuku and the mistress who had positioned the table strapped Steve's arms 
and legs down.  Because of the shape of the table, Steve's ass stuck up and out.  
The mistress then poured oil over Steve's bottom, massaging it in, especially 
around his crack.

When she'd finished, she ordered Martin to mount him.  Steve gasped as Martin, 
with no hesitation, rammed his member home.  It took him less than sixty seconds 
to orgasm inside Steve's ass.  As he pulled out, a while trickle seeped out Steve's 
opening.  Master Tuku clicked his fingers and pointed to Joe as soon as Martin 
was clear of the table.  Joe had hardly any difficulty pressing his larger member 
into Steve, Steve's hole now well lubricated.  

Joe orgasmed after about two minutes.  I was sure he'd made himself cum quickly 
for Steve's benefit.  Master Tuku had each man mount Steve, leaving him only 
after they'd cum in and on him.  Next, both Mistresses approached Steve, one 
carrying a paddle, the other a huge black dildo.  As one forced the dildo into 
Steve's abused hole, the other paddled his backside.  After a few minutes of this, 
Steve began to writhe on the table, eventually letting out a groan to signify he'd 
somehow managed to orgasm himself.

The masters then moved their display to us women.  Music slowly filled the room 
from hidden speakers and we were told to strip in time with it.  The best display 
came from one of the women in the other group who was extremely limber.  Once 
we'd all divested ourselves of our clothing and stood swaying to the music, it 
abruptly cut off.  We were ordered to face the wall with our legs spread, leaning on 
our outstretched arms, assuming the `position'.

From there I couldn't see what was happening, but after a few seconds, I started to 
hear the scrape of chairs, as the seated guests got up.  Without warning, I was 
struck on the bottom by a very hard cane, as were the others.  We dared not cry 
out, even though we wanted to.  I tried to keep count, but everything apart from the 
pain was lost after the first five or six strikes.  After a while I couldn't be sure 
whether I was going to pass out from the pain or orgasm from the pleasure.

The pain of the caning was my whole world for a while and I hadn't even realised 
that they'd stopped until I felt something hard between my cheeks.  From the 
manly smell of him I realised that I was having my ass fucked by Master Tuku.  I 
opened my eyes and looked down.  The other girls were kneeling at my feet, 
kissing my legs, Master Tuku's legs, his ass, my thighs, in fact anything they 
could get their lips onto.  I had orgasm after orgasm until I lost count of them too.  

My ass cheeks were burning, my anal canal felt like it was going to be ripped out, 
yet I was scared he was going to stop.  A tongue touched the area between my 
cunt and asshole and I was off again.  When Master Tuku finally came, he came 
for a fully half minute with enough jism to fill a couple of coffee mugs.  I had it up 
my ass, on my ass cheeks, cooling the burning and on my back.  He just kept 
spraying the stuff around!  

No one stopped me when I moved my hands, so I presumed I was allowed to.  I 
slowly dropped them to my sides, then let them wander to my ass cheeks.  As I'd 
imagined, my ass was soaked.  I could also feel the marks left from the cane.  I 
started making circular motions with my hands, rubbing Master Tuku's cum into 
my tortured cheeks.

A hand on my shoulder spun me around to face a mistress.

"Who gave you permission to touch yourself?" she asked, angry at my insolence.  
"You are a slave to others' pleasure.  What you get for yourself is just a by-product 
of their pleasure.  Have you not yet learned what it is to be a slave?  Tell me 
you've been bad.  Tell me to punish you.  Tell me to whip you or torture you.  
Plead with me not to be merciful with you.  These are things a slave would do.  Are 
you a slave?"

"Yes... mistress," I stammered.

"Yes what?" she sneered.

"Yes I am a slave, Mistress.  Yes I need to be punished," I whispered.

"No one can hear you if you whisper, you stupid piece of shit.  It's no good just 
telling me.  You have to tell everyone here."

"Yes I am a slave," I said in a louder voice.  "Please punish me for being a stupid 
slut, thinking about her own pleasure above that of others.  I need to be taught a 
lesson I won't forget and one you won't forget giving me.  Please whip me, or tie 
me or torture me," I screamed, finding myself nearly in tears, thinking about how 
rotten I was.

She was quick to comply with my wishes, standing back from me and unwinding a 
multi strapped whip.

"I'm going to whip you twice for each master, guest and mistress you've offended 
and once for each slave present, whose reputation you've smeared.  After that I'm 
going to keep whipping you until you beg me to stop."

I waited sorrowfully for her to begin, tears in my eyes, my head down.  I was 
actually grateful for the first blow and the pain it bought.  I knew I deserved all the 
punishment she could give me, I'd been so bad.  I didn't even feel the excitement 
of the spanking as the whip caressed my thighs, stomach, back breasts and arms.  
I must have passed out eventually, because cold water was thrown on me at some 
stage.  I staggered back to my feet and begged her to continue, I was still feeling 
so low.  The second time I was woken and told I was forgiven.  I was so grateful to 
the mistresses, the guests and the masters, I crawled around kissing their shoes 
until told to stand with the others against the wall.

As I made my way to the wall, I saw myself in a wall mirror.  My whole body was 
cris-crossed with red marks from the whip, especially my back and breasts.  I 
wanted to cup my breasts and feel the marks through my hands, but I stopped 
myself.  I'd learned my lesson.

Before we left the dining room, we had one final treat.  Pudding, her face still 
streaked with cum stains, her hair still plastered to her scalp, was finally given the 
chance to have her cunt filled with cock instead of just her mouth.  Master Tuku 
laid on the floor and pulled her down on his recovered erection, sliding it straight 
into her cunt, all the way.  Mark then primed his cock with oil and joined Master 
Tuku, taking her up the ass.  Sue pointed to Steve, then to Pudding's mouth, 
suggesting Pudding should blow him.  He obliged her request, with Joe and the 
other Master presenting their cocks for hand jobs.

A flash startled me.  Sue had a camera in her hand, taking photographs of the 
action, `for her scrapbook' as she said to the mistress standing next to her.

After Pudding had finished the five men off, she was told to take us to Mistress 
Cindy's suite.  One of the other women took our clothing and Steve and Joe had to 
support me as I'd begun to feel very stiff from my beating.  When we reached 
Mistress Cindy's room she wasn't there, but a note said we should fill the spa bath 
and bathe.  When I climbed slowly into the warm soapy water, the stiffness in my 
limbs seemed to melt away.  Even in the huge tub it was crowded with fifteen in at 
once.  The others were all very nice to me, making room for me to stretch out my 
legs, then all pulling together to rub down my entire body.  Before I knew it, I was 
horny again!

We finally finished in the bath, dried off and padded back to the sitting room to 
wait.  We didn't have to wait long.  Mistress Cindy presently burst through the 
door, glanced at us then picked out three of the men, including Martin and Joe 
and four of the women, excluding me.  Without fuss she told them to report next 
door where the guests were awaiting them.  Our group was down to nine including 
Mistress Cindy.

"Who can give a good massage?" she asked.

We waited to be commanded to speak.

"In this room, you may speak as soon as a question is directed at you.  Now, who 
can give a good massage?" she repeated.

"I can, Mistress Cindy," spoke up the girl called Amber.

"Good.  All of you, help me with my clothes."  In seconds she'd been stripped 
naked.  I couldn't help admiring her body, especially her breasts.  They had to be 
a 38DD, but they stood firm and proud, without the least sag and looking all the 
bigger next to a tiny waist.  Her pubic region had been shaved to a severe strip of 
hair, but the hair was very long, almost like a pubic Mo-hawk.  Even without shoes 
she had to be nearly six feet tall, yet she had petite ankles and wrists.

"I'm going to have a nice long massage, then I want you to satisfy me sexually.  I 
know you've had a busy night, so I don't expect you all to please me at once.  You 
will do exactly what I want when I want, with no variation, three at a time.  You will 
work on me for an hour at a time or until I tell you to stop.  Is all that understood?"  

She'd rattled this off as if she were speeding on something, which was possible.  
We had to take a second to let what she'd said sink in before we could answer 
her.

Amber waited for her to lie on the bed, then attacked her back.  I was told to do her 
left foot while others did her right foot, hands and scalp.  We worked on her for 
fifteen minutes then Amber rolled off her while she turned over.  

Amber massaged her shoulders, then her breasts, making her nipples stand out, 
slowly moving down to her stomach.  When her hands began to move down 
Mistress Cindy's thighs, missing her pubic bone, she was told to go back and 
work on Mistress Cindy's pubic area including the lips that were starting to retract 
from her clitoris.  From there the massage disintegrated into a full on orgy, with 
everyone's efforts being concentrated on Mistress Cindy.  

As she'd said, only three of us were allowed on her bed at once.  I got to be first, 
with Pudding, who showed us why she was one of Mistress Cindy's current 
favourites, with a tongue that just never got tired.  Mistress Cindy wanted to see 
Pudding get a good licking, a chore I was eager to do.  I tasted the cum that had 
stuck inside her cunt when I really pushed my tongue in, relishing her unique 
flavour.  Steve pumped his cock into her until he came with a groan and a gush, 
leaving a trail of jism from her cunt lips to her chest.  Pudding and I hungrily licked 
her clean, ready for the next man to enter her.

She'd been wise telling us to work in shifts, as she was still going just as strong 
two hours after we started as if she'd just taken her clothes off.  I was awoken from 
the floor in the middle of the night by Karen, who told me that Mistress Cindy 
wanted me to keep her warm.  I wearily climbed onto the bed, trying to work up the 
energy to satisfy her, so was glad when I found out that all she wanted to do was 
snuggle into me.  I went back to sleep on the soft bed, her breasts pressed into my 
back and one hand playing with my moist pussy.  As I drifted off I remembered 
that I'd never even had dinner.

The next morning we were bundled out of her room and sent outside to prepare 
the breakfast tables as soon as it was light enough to see.  I was trying hard just to 
keep my eyes open and admit that I was not in the least amused when I was 
singled out for a special breakfast served on a silver platter.  At first I was startled 
and pleased that I'd finally been  recognised as better than the others.  When I 
lifted the lid of the tray, however I nearly dropped it.  Neatly presented on a cotton 
doily, was a small mound of shit, complete with knife, fork, glass of wine and 
napkin.

There was also a note that read:  "When you're horny you don't give a shit what it 
tastes like, so long as you can suck it.  Feast while it's warm because its all you're 
going to get until you can say that you enjoy it." Signed Mistress Tara.  I quietly 
drank the wine, scraped the shit into the bushes and returned the tray without 
comment.  At lunch time after spending the morning in the laundry room, I was 
again presented with the same tray and note.  Again I refused to eat it, even 
though I'd had nothing now for twenty four hours.

After foolishly drinking the wine again on an empty stomach, I spent the rest of the 
day feeling a little ill.  After our exercises that evening, I was not invited to the meal 
at all, being left by myself in the pool house.  At breakfast I received the same 
treatment.  It never occurred to me to complain as I knew I'd be offered the 
opportunity again to eat the shit before I died of starvation.  At lunch that very day, 
worn out from sweeping pathways dressed in a black PVC constriction suit, I was 
again offered the silver tray.  I'd been without food for forty eight hours.
I took the tray, sat against a tree away from everyone else and lifted the lid.  The 
contents were the same, but the note was different.  It read:    "Ordinary people 
would look at this as an insult.  This meal has been especially prepared and 
cultivated by me to provide you with a high protein diet.  Feast and make me 
proud of you." Signed Mistress Tara.

I needed no further encouragement after the long abstinence from food.  It even 
smelled inviting.  I picked up the knife and fork in shaking hands, cutting off a 
slimy sliver.  I closed my eyes and put the fork into my mouth.  I was instantly 
surprised at what I had.  It was sort of lumpy, yet not hard, a creamy texture which 
floated around my tongue.  It was tangy yet not sour.  I attacked the rest with a 
renewed vigour, even licking at the doily when I'd finished.  Under the doily I found 
a breath mint, which I sucked on before drinking the wine.

I went back to work after lunch feeling full of energy.  At dinner time there was no 
silver platter waiting for me.  Instead, Mistress Tara came up to me.

"I see you ate your lunch today, Pookey.  Did you enjoy it?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Tell me, what would you rather have for dinner.  Cabbage soup or more shit?"

I was stumped.  Did she know I hated cabbage?  I'd tasted shit and although the 
very thought of it made me pale, the actual taste was a taste I was sure I'd already 
started to aquire.  I avoided answering by asking Mistress Tara to choose for me, 
as a slave should.  To my relief, she chose the shit.

She took my hand and led me towards the house.  As we walked, Mistress Tara 
spoke to me.

"You aren't alone, you know.  In fact, you're not the only one that's going to get a 
treat today.  I've organised some of the best tasting shit there is to be had, just for 
you and one other girl."

As she finished talking, we came to the same back room my group had visited an 
age ago.  Stepping inside, Mistress Tara closed the door behind me.  Inside the 
room was the young girl who had given me a drink and sun screen when I'd been 
working in the garden.  This time she was nude, squatting over a silver bucket, 
emptying her bowels.

"To make the flavour unique, You'll have to add some too, of course.  I hope you 
can go now or it'll ruin everything.  This is Monique, who'll be joining you in your 
meal.  Monique is the only fourteen year old I know who shares your fetish."

I was so stunned that Monique was only fourteen years old and yet here with the 
grown-ups, that I never even worried about being able to relieve myself in a bucket 
in front of the others.

"You are probably wondering what young Monique is doing here?" Mistress Tara 
said, reading my thoughts.  "You see, Monique is my daughter.  She's been 
brought up to know the meaning of both discipline and pleasure.  She may not be 
a dominant, but she's happy.  Aren't you dear?"

"Yes Mistress," answered her daughter.

"Come Pookey, add your contribution to the feast."

I allowed myself to be led over to the fancy bucket and squatted following a slight 
pressure on my shoulder from Mistress Tara.  It was only then that I realised that I 
couldn't go.  I could, but not with others around.  Mistress Tara seemed to 
understand my predicament.

"Here, let me help you." she said, in a kindly voice.

She sucked on her finger, then guided it into my anus.  She then probed around 
inside, loosening me up, until I felt like I couldn't hold it any more.  When it did 
come, there wasn't very much, just a little squelch and a small plop, as it fell into 
the bucket.

"Oh good, Pookey.  You did just fine."

I was glad I hadn't let my mistress down.  Mistress Tara picked up a wooden 
spoon from next to the container holding our dinner.

"I'll need to warm the spoon so that it mixes properly.  Let Monique help you with 
that outfit.  It must be hot in there."

Indeed it was hot and I felt immeasurably better as it was peeled off, with 
Monique's help.  Once naked, Mistress Tara had Monique and I bend over facing 
away from her.  She warmed the wooden spoon against our bottoms until our 
bottoms glowed.  Mistress Tara mixed the ingredients together in the silver bucket, 
commenting on the origins of the contents.  She told me that she'd personally 
gone on a strict diet and placed my friend Steve on one too so that I could 
appreciate a good meal.  She also mentioned that Mistress Cindy herself had 
contributed.  After telling me to lie on the floor, she mentioned that she'd 
inadvertently urinated in the bucket, so she hoped it wouldn't ruin the taste.

When I was comfortable on the wooden floor, Mistress Tara began placing 
spoonfuls of the mixture on my chest, stomach and groin.  Monique also lay down 
so that she could have the same done to her.  Next we were instructed to roll 
around together, `to fill our nooks and crannies' as she put it.

I've seen mud and jelly wrestling, but shit sliding is an experience that has to be 
had to be experienced.  By the time Mistress Tara had emptied the bucket 
completely, both Monique and I definitely had all our nooks and crannies filled.  
Even my hair was tangled with it.  Eventually Mistress Tara allowed us to feast off 
each other.  

There is no better way to eat shit than off a pubescent child.  Licking up the lumps 
off her nipples and pussy was as good for me as the feeling of her licking it off me.  
When we'd had our fill of shit and licking each other out, we fell to kissing and 
fondling each other.  Mistress Tara temporarily separated us to lead us to the 
shower.  Stripping her own clothes off, she joined us under the spray, her 
daughter turning a practiced mouth to the task of pleasing her mother

"How does it feel to be a slave? Asked Mistress Tara, once we'd left the shower.

"Sometimes I like being forced to do something I wouldn't otherwise do, but don't 
like the constant `put downs'.  I can see why that sort of thing doesn't work in real 
life."

You don't seem to realise that this and more is real life for some of the people 
here.  Take  me for example.  I work in an office during the day, making decisions 
that will effect over three hundred staff.  When I go home at night, I have my 
daughter and three other slaves to look after me.  They are totally subservient to 
me, doing anything I want.  In return, I totally dominate them.  Their only concern 
is that I may get bored of them.  A few of the dominants I know believe that all 
women should be subservient to men.  I understand that because I've felt like 
submitting myself to a particularly strong man a couple of times in the past myself, 
but once you submit as a slave, everyone's your master.  That would never work 
for me.  You've seen the people around you.  Is there anything you've noticed that 
they all have in common?

"Well," I said after thinking for a moment, "I have noticed that they're all very good 
looking, fit, healthy and none of them seem to smoke."

"That's exactly it.  They're kept fit and healthy by their masters and mistresses.  
They're beautiful because they're happy.  You're good looking now, but as a 
mistress, I can see and sense how beautiful you would be if you were truly to 
submit yourself.  In fact, you've become prettier just in the time you've been on the 
island."

I blushed, grateful at her praise, unable to say anything more.  After a few 
seconds, Mistress Tara told Monique to take me back to join the others.  As I was 
leaving, Mistress Tara reminded me to think on what she'd said.

I returned just as the groups were being sent to the pool house for the night.  Not 
knowing where I should be, I went up to a master to find out.  To get his attention 
without speaking, knowing that I had to be invited to speak, I kneeled at his feet 
and kissed his sandals.

He hadn't known I was there and must have thought a bug had landed on him, 
because he kicked out with his foot, sending me sprawling in the process.  He 
then looked down, seeing me.

"What do you want?" he asked without apology.

I waited to be instructed to speak.

"Ahh, you're the one Tara wanted to see earlier, now back with us.  Tell me, do 
you know where you're staying the night?"

"No I don't, Master," I replied, looking up from where he'd kicked me to the ground.

"You may join my group then.  Hurry over there," he said, pointing to a couple of 
men and a woman standing nearby.

He took us to his room in the house, where he had us all enter on our hands and 
knees.  Once inside we stayed on hands and knees, never being given 
permission to rise.  He asked us all our names, more for the benefit of each other 
than for his own.  I was sure he already knew our names.  I was the only one apart 
from the Master still wearing clothing, which was soon rectified with an instruction 
to the others to strip me without using their hands.  He then had us all crouch 
down on our knees, our backs to the wall.  

For some reason, I felt helpless, crouched there with the others, the Master still 
fully dressed and towering over us.  I felt excited too, wondering what the Master 
would have us do.  He looked at us for a full minute, especially the females, 
admiring our nude bodies.  Then he went to a closet and brought back two pairs of 
manacles.  He pulled the two men to their feet by the hair and manacled their 
hands together in front of them, then, using the chain connected to the manacles, 
led them to the far wall, near the bed.  One at a time, he chained them to rings 
protruding from the wall, their hands over their heads, then attached their ankles 
to cuffs bolted to the floor.  When he was satisfied that the were secure, he 
ordered me and the other girl to crawl to him.

His next instruction was for us to excite the men with our lips, but not to use our 
hands.  He left us blowing the men and went into the bathroom to get undressed.  
When he returned, he was naked and had two chains with a single cuff attached 
to the end.  He ordered us to stop pleasuring the men, who both now had full 
erections.  After ordering us onto the bed, he told us to hold out our left legs to 
him.  He quickly snapped a bracelet on each of us, then attached the other end to 
opposing sides of the bed.  Although we could move around on the bed, we were 
now as securely fastened as the men at the wall.  Neither of us could have 
reached the men if we'd tried.

"Lay on your backs next to each other on the bed," he commanded.

We did as we were told.  He looked at us, not even needing to undress us with his 
eyes as we were already naked before him.  He moved to the end of the bed, 
taking hold of my ankles and spreading my legs, looking between my thighs.  He 
then did the same with Sonya, the other girl.  Next he had us lie on our stomachs 
and spread our legs, then on our hands and knees, our bottoms touching and legs 
spread.  While we displayed ourselves to him like this, he reached under us and 
felt the weight of our breasts.  One of Sonya's was quite noticeably bigger than the 
other.  I gasped quietly when he roughly squeezed my nipple, making it stand out.  
I glanced at the men chained to the wall and saw they still had their erections.

"What a lovely pair you are.  I hope I'm going to enjoy allowing you to please me, 
otherwise you will all be punished.  Is that clear?"

I nodded my understanding.

The Master put us to our backs again then lay down between us, with a hand on 
each of our thighs.  When his roving hand encountered my groin, he found it 
damp with my desire.  To my consternation, he played with me without touching 
my clit.  He allowed me to fondle his manhood, but it was Sonya who was allowed 
to suck him to full erection.

When he was ready, he had me mount him.  I rode him, his hands on my belly 
and breasts, while Shona licked on his shaft as it pumped in and out of me.  As I 
fucked him, I looked at the two men chained at the wall.  The cock of one of them 
was so hard it was pulsating, but neither could, of course relieve themselves.  
After a few minutes riding him, Shona and I swapped places and I finally had the 
chance to taste her juices on his rod as he slipped in and out of her.

He put us in various positions, most of which gave the men against the wall a 
good view of exactly what was happening to us.  At one time I was lying with my 
head pressed into the pillows and my legs spread, fingering myself for the men at 
the wall to watch.  Eventually Sonya and I shared a blowjob, culminating in him 
releasing his load evenly between our waiting mouths.  

For a while after that, he was content to watch Sonya and I play together, 
wandering around the bed touching, slapping and probing each of us as we licked 
and sucked on each other.  He made it clear to us that we were his sex toys, also 
explaining that we should be grateful to have sex with him, but not the slaves he'd 
chained to the wall.  At first I felt sorry for them, with the erections they'd 
maintained for over two hours just by watching what we were doing.  Then I began 
to see what the Master meant about the degradation we would suffer, having to 
submit to mere slaves, the living slime under a master's foot.

When he finally ordered us to relieve the chained men, I felt sickened, just having 
to jack mine off with my hand.  I only began to feel happy again, drifting off to 
sleep in the arms of the Master, even if I'd had to share him with another slave.

While I waited for sleep to take me, I began questioning myself.  I wasn't sure what 
was happening to me.  When I'd come here, it was with mixed feelings about the 
whole deal.  Then I'd participated in sex acts with strangers, begging more and 
more.  Now I felt above them for some reason.  I felt that they weren't as good... 
slaves, that's what it was.  I felt that none of the others on the island were truly as 
much or as good as I was.  They were submissive, because that was all they could 
be.  Mistress Tara had wanted me the previous day, not one of them.

How could I have submitted my body to the lust of a male or female slave, in the 
same way I had with a master.  I'd degraded myself by the act.  What would my 
husband think when he found out that another slave could cause me an orgasm.

As I realised this, I also realised that I could no longer be a wife to my husband.  If 
he was strong enough, I could be no more than his slave.  The idea of me 
kneeling to him made me hot.  What if he made me go with him and another 
master at the same time.  I'd be in heaven!  I started fingering myself, my head full 
of fantasies about my husband being the master of my dreams. I must have fallen 
asleep because  I don't remember reaching orgasm with my fantasy.

When I woke the next morning, I felt like a different person.  Gone was the stuck 
up, self centred, self righteous bitch that I been.  I now felt released to be myself, 
even if it cost me my new husband.  When he arrived, he'd find more than just a 
love slave, he'd find the woman of his dreams.  I knew with utter conviction that if 
he didn't treat me the way I needed to be treated, I'd just be taken away by 
someone stronger.  I did however, feel sure that that wouldn't happen once he'd 
learned the new rules.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I took in the room.  The men were still chained the 
way the Master had left them.  Against the wall.  That was the best they deserved!  
The master was still asleep, as was Sonya next to him.  I was reassured by the 
shackle around my ankle, fantasising about the Master protecting his valuables 
from thieves in the night.  I wanted to pleasure him, but he was lying with his back 
to me, so I began kissing his back and shoulders.  

As I'd expected, he turned over in his sleep, his limp manhood falling over his 
thigh.  I quietly slipped down the bed and took him in my mouth, feeling him 
respond to my lips and tongue.  He quickly reached orgasm, filling me with his 
juice and causing me difficulty in swallowing it all.  When I'd finished licking his 
shaft clean, he pulled me against him, hugging me fiercely.

That morning I was allowed to bathe and perform my toilet completely alone, 
Sonya and the men being hurried outside separately.  I joined the group for 
breakfast, but instead of taking my plate and eating, I went to the nearest 
dominant, kneeled at her feet and waited for her to notice me.  When she did, I 
offered her my food.  I think she was surprised at first, then pleased.  Although she 
did eat most of it, she gave me the occasional morsel, which I ate out of the palm 
of her hand.

When the garments were being issued, the Mistress made sure I had a full 
garment, even though the hem fell just below my buttocks and the neckline 
plunged to the waist, showing off my full cleavage nicely.

I immersed myself in my work that day, trying to show everyone how good I was, 
so it was no surprise to me when, that afternoon a passing Master told me to 
report immediately to Mistress Cindy.  I was sure I'd be rewarded to being so 
conscientious.  I put the scrubbing brush I was holding away and reported to 
Mistress Cindy at once.

"I have been hearing disturbing reports about you," Mistress Cindy began.  
"You've been treating your fellow servants with disdain, from all reports.  Tell me 
what you have to say for yourself."

"I..." I began, faltering because I was surprised at the question.  "I've been trying 
my best to serve my masters," I said by way of explanation.  "Some of the other 
slaves try to slow me down by talking to me.  Is it wrong to put my full attention to 
my work rather than their senseless prattle?"

"They talk while they work because they are happy.  They do not prattle.  It seems 
to me that something has happened that makes you feel superior to them.  Tell me 
honestly, do you feel superior?"

I debated my answer for a moment before replying.  "Yes, Mistress Cindy.  They 
are not true slaves like me.  They should show more respect for me.  I can show 
them how they should act towards their betters."

"It seems to me, correct me if I'm wrong, that you are no longer happy to be 
friendly with them, that you only want masters to like you."

She hadn't invited me to say anything so I didn't.  If she'd instructed me to speak, I 
would have agreed with her wholeheartedly.

"You must learn once and for all, that you aren't any better than them.  If you aren't 
a master, you're a slave.  If you're a slave, it is your duty to see to it that all the 
slaves around you are doing their best.  If they aren't, you have to support them 
through their difficult period, the same as they'd do for you.  Slaves are the only 
friends you'll have here, because the masters may be a lot of things, but being a 
slave's friend isn't something they will do.  They have other masters to be friendly 
to."

Mistress Cindy walked around me, looking at me from every angle before she 
continued to speak.

"Report to Master Tuku and ask him to string you up then beat you.  When he has 
finished, ask him to give you to group A.  Remember to thank him before he 
leaves you."

I gasped.  Master Tuku was the strongest master on the island.  A beating from 
him could put me in the hospital.  I wanted to plead with Mistress Cindy to 
reconsider.  I wanted to tell her I'd already learned my lesson, that I'd be friendly to 
everyone from now on.  I wanted to tell her that I was sorry for getting above my 
station, but she never asked me.  Instead she dismissed me.

I wanted to hide, but the impulse to run was squashed beneath the desire to be a 
good slave.  If I needed a beating, Mistress Cindy would know.  She'd told me to 
report to Master Tuku, so I did.  When he asked me what I wanted, I timidly 
relayed Mistress Cindy's instruction, petrified at what he was about to do to me.

After I'd been stripped of my brief camisk, I held my wrists out to him so he could 
bind them.  He then threw the end of the rope over a beam on the veranda of the 
main house, hoisting me easily off my feet by pulling on the rope.  I cried out as 
the whole weight of my body was taken on the hemp around my wrists, digging 
into the soft flesh.  He tied me there, dangling two feet off the flooring.  Next he 
uncoiled the whip at his belt, making me shudder in fright.

"Count the blows," he instructed.

I looked wildly for help among the group that was gathering around.  I'd really 
gone too far and I knew it, but it was too late to do anything about it.  I screamed as 
the first strike landed, the whip coiling around my waist and the tip touching my 
pussy lips.

"One," someone in the crowd urged.

"One, I sobbed.

The second was higher, catching my breasts.

"Two," I gasped, amid my tears.

At the third, I let go my water.  I could feel the warm stream running down my 
thigh, but I didn't care.  I wasn't even able to count, I was in so much pain.  One of 
the spectators counted for me, which Master Tuku accepted.  Twice before Master 
Tuku was finished, I had water thrown on me, to bring me back to full 
consciousness.  When I was finally lowered to the floorboards, I was unable to 
stand.  I lay in an untidy pile, absorbing the extra pain where my body touched the 
rough floorboards.  I couldn't even feel my fingers at first.

I was taken off the verandah and thrown into the swimming pool.  I felt someone 
holding my head above the water so that I wouldn't drown, but there were no 
words of comfort as there had been when I was last beaten.  After a while the pain 
began to recede and all I wanted to do was sleep.  The person holding my head 
must have felt me relaxing and pulled me to the edge, where another man, 
grabbing me under the arms, lifted me out.  I found I could once again stand.

A metal collar with a loop welded to the front was locked around my neck, then 
through this was passed a long leather cord so that it dangled between my red 
striped breasts.  My wrists were grasped and pulled sharply behind me, where 
they were tied with the cord that now dug into my burning breasts and waist.  My 
ankles were also secured, but in such a fashion that I could still walk, if with short 
steps.

Master Tuku himself snapped a leash onto the loop at the front of my steel collar 
before passing it to the male slave who'd been in the room with me, chained to the 
wall, the one I'd given a poor hand job to, the night before.

"See that she is treated as she deserves," he said to the man.  "Be sure that she 
learns her place, or you'll be held responsible."

My leash was jerked to the side and I was led off to complete the rest of my 
punishment with the `A' group, whoever they were.

"Dance for me," giggled girl.  It was the evening of my first day with group `A'.  
After I'd been taken to where they were doing laundry, I'd been made to stand in a 
tub of cold water.  A dirty sheet was placed in the tub and I was told to move it 
around with my feet.  If I moved my feet too slowly, I was struck with a sapling 
branch on my bottom.  Added to the beating I'd just had, it was almost too much to 
bear.  I cried as I worked until I could cry no more.  I was still made to keep 
working.  When I fell, they would strike me until I got up.  Eventually there were no 
more sheets to wash.

With the laundry out of the way, they decided to have some fun with me.  First I 
was made to stand on my toes, for minutes at a time, switched when I could hold 
the pose no longer.  Then I was told to sit on the ground and touch my knees with 
my head.  Because of the way I was tied, the cords securing my wrists became 
tighter and tighter as they were stretched.  After I'd pleaded with them for more 
than five minutes, someone adjusted tension on the knots.  I was then made to run 
circles around one of them, a girl who had been given my leash to hold.  This was 
not easy as I had to take very small steps.  She kept me doing this for over half an 
hour.

Now I was being made to dance for them.  Every muscle in my body cried out for a 
rest, but I dared not disobey, fearing the sapling switch.  I thought I would be 
limited in my dancing because of the way I was tied.  The group proved me wrong 
by instructing me in the movements I should make.  They had me bend 
backwards at the waist until I nearly fell over, they had me strut around with my 
feet as far apart as the bindings would allow, knees bent.  They thought I looked 
so funny like that that they had me bob my head up and down like a chicken at the 
same time.  They had me tumble for them, laughing at me before I learned to do it 
properly with no hands to balance myself.

I was finally allowed a rest while they went away for their meal, returning some 
time later with their scraps for me to eat.  The scraps of slaves were hardly worth 
digesting.  They consisted of apple cores, the crust off a dry piece of bread and 
the skin of a Kiwifruit.  These I gratefully accepted from their hands with my 
mouth.  When I had finished, I was watered from the tub.  Taking my leash, they 
led me to a tree, where I was forced into a sitting position, my back against the 
trunk.  I was tied securely for the night.  Before the men left, they raped my mouth, 
leaving a trail of cum dripping of my chin and onto my chest.

I was glad it was Summer or I would have frozen, left outside all night naked and 
tied.  As it was, I must have fallen asleep practically as soon as they left, I was so 
warn out.  They returned for me after breakfast, all dressed in camisks like the one 
I'd had the day before.  They brought a similar feast as the previous night, which I 
bolted down, half starved from too many days without a proper meal.  After freeing 
me from the tree, they told me that Master Tuku would be along shortly with a 
surprise for me, then had me exercise the stiffness out of my joints while I waited.

Soon enough Master Tuku did arrive.  The surprise turned out to be releasing my 
ankles from their confinement.  As soon as he left, I was thrown to the ground, my 
legs were spread and one of the males entered me.  I hadn't been expecting it and 
I was completely dry, so it was very painful.  It wasn't long before he had finished 
with me, knocking me to one side.  Before I'd even had a chance to sit up, another 
man grabbed my ankles and repeated the performance, discussing his actions 
with the women present while he raped me.

Before they'd finished, I'd had four men while the women masturbated in front of 
me.  I didn't feel in the least sexy, but I did feel messy, my thighs coated in the 
jism of the four.  I was forced to empty my bowels while they watched, rubbing 
myself on a patch of grass nearby to clean up.  I was then led off to the days' 
duties.

When I first started, I had the work of seven to do, the others switching me if I let 
up in the slightest.  As the morning grew on, I got more and more tired, reacting 
less and less to the stimulus of the switch, even though it hurt just as much as 
ever.  About this time I started noticing the others helping out in small ways, 
thinking I hadn't seen them.  That evening I was taken to visit Mistress Cindy, who 
spent fifteen minutes circling me, calling me names and slapping me, on the face, 
bottom and breasts, seeming to enjoy the red marks she left on me.

Again that night I was raped by the four men before being tied to the tree.  I didn't 
go straight to sleep when they left, instead thinking over the events of the day.  I 
thought about how they'd helped me out when I was supposed to be doing all the 
work by myself.  I thought about the threat of punishment that had been given 
when I was first brought to them.  I thought about how quickly they'd all raped me, 
not trying to make it last too long and I found myself feeling grateful to them.  I also 
no longer felt above them but more in awe of their compassion for a stuck up 
tramp like me.

The next morning when they arrived, again in their camisks, I treated them as 
befits masters, kissing both the men's' and women's' feet as soon as I was 
released.  I found myself unable to meet their eyes when they talked to me, as 
befits a true slave to her masters.  Again they tried to help me with the days chores 
but when I saw them I asked to be allowed to do their full share of work.  Although I 
was more worn out than ever that night, I was happier.  I began to feel proud to be 
the slave of a slave, proud to have all humans as my masters.

When they spread my legs to rape me, I begged to be allowed to satisfy them 
more deeply, whether with my tongue and lips, pussy or ass.  My hands had been 
kept bound for two days and were quite numb, but that didn't matter, so long as 
they were made happy by me.

I took one man in my pussy, one up my ass and one in my mouth.  The pain I felt 
due to the lack of lubrication at my back door was nothing compared to the 
pleasure of their ejaculations.  The women took turns grinding their cunt's into my 
face as the last guy deeply fucked my pussy, coating my face with their juices as 
they in turn came.  Although I didn't have an orgasm myself, I felt completely 
satisfied in other ways.

Once more I was tied to the tree for the night and before I fell asleep, I thanked the 
heavens above for the wonderful people around me.  In the morning, Master Tuku 
arrived with the group when they came from breakfast.  He freed me from the tree, 
then freed my wrists.  For a few minutes I was unable to bend my elbows and I 
had to slap my hands against my thighs to make them move.  As soon as I was 
able, I dropped to the ground and kissed his feet, then did the same for the others.

"You're filthy," Master Tuku said to me.  "Look at you.  You haven't had a wash in 
days and you stink.  Is that cum in your hair?"

I nodded, remembering the mess that had been made of me since I'd been lent to 
the group.

"Down on your knees and lower your head,: he commanded.

After a few moments, I felt warm fluid being sprayed on me, washing away the dirt 
from my chest and back.  It was piss they were spraying me with, from all of the 
men, by the feel of it.  It was warm and tingly, in fact not unpleasant at all.  Once 
they'd finished, I was dragged roughly to my feet and led by the leash to the pool 
house, to be showered.  

The collar was taken off before the water was turned on, then replaced once I was 
dry.  I was given a bucket to purge myself into and even toilet paper to wipe myself 
with.  My teeth were cleaned with a toothbrush, instead of the salty finger of one of 
the men and one of the girls presented me with a comb for my hair.  Feeling 
healthier than I had in ages, I was led back to Mistress Cindy.  As soon as I saw 
her, I lowered my eyes, lest she think I hadn't learned my lesson.  When I reached 
her, I fell to my knees and kissed her feet.

"Tell me, have you learned anything in the last few days?" she asked.

""Yes Mistress Cindy," I gushed happily.  "I hadn't understood how wonderful it is 
to be a true slave.  A true slave has everyone as her master, yet a true slave can't 
help but look out for her peers.  It is as natural to do this as it is to be a slave at all.  
I can't believe I didn't understand that before."

"I think you have indeed learned your lesson and to show how pleased I am, I will 
even forgo the final whipping... for now."

I was so happy I couldn't stop grinning.  Mistress Cindy looked at me sharply.

"I hope you don't think you're free to return to your old ways," she cautioned.  "Tell 
me, do you want to be whipped?"

"Please, no, Mistress Cindy," I said, nodding my head negatively for emphasis.  
"I'm just so happy you found me even the least bit pleasing."

"You will keep the collar on.  I think it suits you.  Make your way to Mistress 
Stephanie.  She will give you a decent meal before placing you in a work group.  
Look at yourself.  You've lost too much weight."

I looked down at myself and saw what she meant.  Although my breasts were still 
large, my stomach had lost the nice curve it had previously held.  As soon as I'd 
been properly dismissed, I ran outside and began hugging any slave I 
encountered, male or female, overjoyed at being able to move around again 
without restraint.

I found Mistress Stephanie and sure enough, she had a huge meal for me.  By the 
time I'd finished it, without once using my hands as I'd been taught, I felt ill.  
Mistress Stephanie had to allow me to sit down for twenty minutes before 
escorting me to my work group.  I was a little shy at first, being the only one naked, 
but that soon passed.

After she'd introduced me to the group she left and I chatted to the others while I 
worked.  As I worked, I found out that the other guests were due to arrive 
sometime the next day, so this was the last day of full scale work groups.  For the 
most part, our feeding's and exercise schedule would stay the same, but we would 
be selected by the other guests as their personal slaves, free from their service 
when and if they said so.  I wondered briefly to myself how that arrangement 
would work with my husband, then decided that it was a problem for the masters 
to work out, not me.  I did miss him though.

After dinner, me again on double rations to gain back a portion of my lost weight, I 
approached a master.  I waited for him to acknowledge my presence and allow me 
to speak.

"A slave begs a rag to wear," I said to him.

"Are you not proud of your body?" he asked.

"Yes, Master.  I just feel so left out without something to wear."

"What would you do to earn your rag?" he asked.

"Why, whatever my master wishes," I replied, unsure of what to say.

"Find a female slave who will take my cock up her ass while everyone watches," 
he said.

"I will do that," I replied.

"I'm sure you would, my lovely.  Go find me another who would.  Most people 
would find that act too degrading to do with an audience this size.  It may not be as 
easy as you think.

I thought for a moment, before leaving to find a woman.  The hardest thing turned 
out to be actually asking the woman to do me the favour.  When I went to ask the 
first woman I met, I found that I couldn't express what I wanted.  I simply could not 
ask the question.  I left her standing there looking after me as I hurried away, the 
question unasked.  After three attempts, I broke down and cried.  The woman I 
had been trying to ask finally got out of me what I wanted and the reason why.  
She thought about it for a full minute before agreeing to do it.  Sniffing and wiping 
away my tears, I led her back to the master.  She looked at him and smiled, 
obviously recognising him.

Without a second thought to her own modesty, she went up to him, rubbing 
herself all over his body.  Then she turned around, rubbing her cloth covered 
backside into his groin.  When she stepped away from him, there was a definite 
bulge in his trousers.  He ordered her to strip, which she promptly did.  
Immediately I felt less conspicuous because everyone was looking at her beautiful 
body.  

Somehow she'd maintained a white G-string line, contrasting superbly with the 
deep brown tan everywhere else.  Her pubic region was shaved and she had 
protruding lips that looked particularly suckable.  She'd also had rings put through 
her nipples, giving her an exotic look.

She turned and faced him, lightly pulling at the rings piercing her nipples while 
she waited for his next command.

"Make me hard," he commanded, predictably enough.  He then added, "Without 
touching me."

The woman began to dance for him.  Some of her movements were explicit, such 
as lying down and spreading her legs, then running her hands down her body, 
touching herself intimately.  Some movements were subtle, such as the way she 
twisted her body and lifted her arms, displaying the line of her breasts to him.  
Without too much difficulty, be managed to make the bulge in his trousers grow 
quite substantially.  Before long, he grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him.  
She lifted her lips and brushed his mouth with hers.

Without word being spoken, she, still pressed into him, unbuckled his belt and 
freed his erection.  Slowly she pumped it with her hand until he began to release 
pre-cum.  She then wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his 
and began to climb him, positioning herself so she could help him enter her, he 
still standing there with a crowd around him.  If anyone was embarrassed, it 
seemed to be him, but he'd commanded her to please him and was probably not 
willing to reverse his decision.

To lubricate him, she fed his cock into her vagina, lifting herself onto him then 
falling back, engulfing his manhood.  He put his arms around her waist, more to 
steady himself than anything else, but it allowed her to ride him.  After a few 
minutes, she slipped off him.  His erection gleamed with her juices.

"Get onto your hands and knees," he commanded her.  She obeyed immediately.

"Now use your hands to spread your cheeks.  I want to see you spread."  Again 
she obeyed without hesitation.

He then fell on her, driving his slick cock deep into her ass.  She cried out once in 
pain, then moaned with pleasure.  He began to thrust himself into her ass, going 
deeper and faster with each stroke.  As he neared orgasm, he reached around her 
and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them harshly.  This excited her more, 
bringing her to the brink of orgasm as well.  With much moaning and squealing 
they came, almost together, him falling forward on her, she nearly falling forward 
as well.  He stayed as he was until his erection subsided enough to slip from her 
enlarged crack.

When he'd recovered, he stood up and looked at me.

"You did well, bringing Felicity to me."  This was the first time her name had been 
spoken to me.  As he dressed himself, he continued.  "Unfortunately for you, it is 
now time for the clothing to be collected and the lot of you to be penned for the 
night."  He finished re-buckling his belt then clapped his hands sharply, bringing 
silence to the crowd.

"Okay boys and girls, you know the drill.  Off with your gear and leave it at our 
feet,"
he said, speaking for all the masters around.

Once everyone was naked, we were again put into lines.  This time however, 
everyone was told to press against the person standing in front of them, be it man 
or woman.  I felt Felicity's nipple rings press into my back.  We were then told to 
rub as much of our bodies against the person in front of us.  This had the result of 
arousing us.  I know my nipples were sensitive when they told us to cease this 
action and take a step in the opposite direction to the person in front of us, leaving 
us in two columns.

We were then led away to the pool house for the night.  When we arrived, we 
found that a bed had been set up, using a lot of the available space.  We used as 
much of the available space as possible to make ourselves comfortable, pressed 
together more closely than the filling in a sandwich.  It seemed I had more semi-
erections around me than I'd ever seen in one place before and I couldn't wait for 
the lights to be turned off.  I was more aroused than I'd been for days.

When everyone had settled themselves, a master entered.  He wore a silk robe 
tied at the waist and nothing else.  He walked over, around and on people as he 
made his way to the bed, collecting three of the most beautiful women there as he 
went.  These women followed him onto the bed, one lying on each side of him and 
one at the end.  The women on either side of him made themselves comfortable in 
the crook of his arms and the one at the end of the bed snuggled up between his 
parted legs.

"There is to be no sex tonight," he declared, "Unless it is initiated by me with the 
woman of my choice.  I will not be taking pleasure from the males present.  I 
advise you to focus your attention away from me and towards getting a good 
night's sleep."

I was dismayed!  I could feel at least three hard cocks pressed into me and could 
see another four or five without even moving.  I was so horny that the lightest 
touch to my clit would have set me off.  Masters can be so cruel, I decided.  The 
lights were left on, it seemed partly so that the master could make sure we didn't 
disobey his order, but I was also sure it was mostly so that we could be tortured by 
his lovemaking with the three girls on his bed.  Their screams and moans of joy 
kept me awake for at least two hours before I finally succumbed to sleep.  We 
were allowed to sleep way past dawn the next morning, a fist since we'd been on 
the island.

When we were herded out of the pool house, it was well into the morning.  There 
was no sign of breakfast, but two masters were in control of a fire hose, which they 
were using to wash us down as we were forced past a certain point.  No running 
was permitted and the water was like a constant blow when we passed under the 
full force of it.  I had to grab the man in front of me to stop from being knocked 
from my feet.

Once everyone had been through the blast of water, we were put into eight 
groups, each headed by a master or mistress.  Our group was led away by a 
mistress and lined up some distance from the others.  We were still shivering from 
the freezing wash-down we'd had, but were quickly drying in the sun.  Except for 
the single black man, everyone's skin was pink and fresh from the fire hose.  I was 
pleased to note that most of everyone from the group I had served under was with 
this group and so were Steve, Joe, Sonya and Monique.

The mistress told us to stand straight, then walked slowly down the line, using a 
cane to persuade us to stand straighter, suck in our stomachs and bottoms or 
stick out our chests.  She would put the cane under our chins to lift them up, 
reminding us to keep our eyes lowered.

Once everyone's stance met with her approval, she spoke to us.

"Very soon the guests will be arriving on the island.  You have been selected to 
meet the plane.  You will unload the luggage and escort the guests to their 
quarters.  Their every wish is your command.  Understood?"

I nodded, as did everyone else.

"If you have difficulty in granting their request, come to me for assistance.  You are 
not to use your own initiative unless I tell you to.  Understand?"

We all nodded again.

The mistress sent three of the men away to get two boxes.  They shortly returned.  
One carried a box by himself, the other two laboured under the obvious weight of 
the other.  The mistress opened the first box and withdrew a strip of material.  It 
was about a foot and a half wide and four long.  She took the material and stepped 
up to the first person in line, a female.  She wrapped the cloth around the female's 
waist, and knotted it at the side.  She then adjusted it so that it hung low on her 
hips, her belly button about two inches above the top hem, her pussy barely 
covered.  From the back her bottom was covered, but not as much as a mini skirt 
would have done.

The mistress then instructed the girl to walk to the end of the line and back.  She 
did this for two reasons.  One was to show us how to wear the garment, the other 
being to check that the skirt would gape when the female walked, giving glimpses 
of buttocks and pubes.

When the girl returned to her place in line, the male slave took the box down the 
line for us to select a piece of material to wear.  Each piece was the same in size 
and colouring.  We fitted the cloth around our waists, careful to recreate the look 
the mistress had achieved with the first female.  

I finished tying mine, then spent a second wondering if my husband would like the 
look of it on his female.  I laughed to myself, aware that I'd finally started thinking 
in the terms of a slave.  I realised that even in my head I'd started thinking of 
myself as no more than an object, a mere female, not even a woman like the 
mistress!

When the mistress was satisfied with the results we'd produced, she went to the 
second box.  It was heavy because it contained steel collars, as we found out 
when she produced one and put it around the neck of the first girl.  It was beautiful 
to look at, golden in colour and richly engraved.  Each had a ratchet-like device so 
that it could be reduced in size to fit snugly around the throat.  Once closed, there 
was no obvious way in which to re-open it, unless a key of some sort could be 
inserted into a small hole near the clasp.

When she'd finished with the first female, she beckoned the two males to follow 
her along the line, she placing a collar around every neck until everyone wore an 
identical collar.  Lastly she placed the remaining two collars on the box bearers' 
necks.

After allowing us a few minutes to feel the steel around our necks and admire the 
others around us, the mistress chose a male to lead us in some exercises.   She 
left us then, returning half an hour later, carrying a shopping bag.  First she 
ordered us all back into line, then tapped some of the females, including me, on 
the shoulder and indicating that we should take a step forward.

When she returned down the line, she looped beads around our necks, a double 
strand falling between our beasts.  I noticed she'd chosen only females with large 
breasts to bestow this honour on, the beads falling nicely into our cleavages.  After 
we received our beads, we were put back in line once more.

Next the females and males were separated, the males to continue exercises, the 
females to apply lipstick and do something with our hair.  It was good that the 
mistress had brought a few hairbrushes in the shopping bag because we all had 
long hair and it was matted from being wet and left to dry uncombed.  Some of the 
women were selected to have their hair put up into a loose bun, a selection well 
made because they looked even more beautiful than they had before.  
Unfortunately I wasn't selected for this, a shame as far as I was concerned, 
because I'd always thought I looked better with my hair up.

Just as we'd finished and were admiring one another, I heard the whine of a plane 
overhead.  The mistress called a stop to the male's exercises, and putting us once 
more back into line, marched us to the beach to greet the guests.


Tom

I'd had a wonderful day so far, even if my stay in Auckland had been too short.  I'd 
visited the city a number of times in the past before marrying Jenny and I didn't 
remember any of the previous visits as being in such good weather.  Most of all I 
was looking forward to seeing Jenny.  We hadn't been apart for so long practically 
since I'd first met her.

Although I hadn't actually been able to talk to her, I'd kept tabs on her via my 
friend Cindy, making sure she was all right and not finding it too difficult.  For a 
short while I'd felt the pangs of guilt, knowing more about what she was getting 
into than she did, however Cindy had promised me that she'd adapted extremely 
well and that she knew I'd be pleased with what she'd accomplished.

Looking out the window of the twin engined amphibian, I spotted the island just 
before the pilot announced our impending arrival.  The island looked like an oasis 
in the middle of a sparking blue desert, with no sign of life.  That surprised me for 
a moment, then I remembered that the pilot was supposed to think we were to be 
here alone.  I love flying, and so whenever I get the chance, but I'd never been in a 
sea plane before.  Landing was a surprise to me, because I expected it to be a 
little rough.  Instead we touched down with the comfort of a DC10 on an asphalt 
runway.

The pilot beached the plane and by the time I'd unstrapped myself and made my 
way outside, he'd opened the luggage compartment and unloaded half the 
luggage.  Our group waited on the sand, never considering even for a moment 
helping him. He was, after all paid for that sort of thing.  When he finished, he 
climbed back into the plane and without a word, revved the engines, pulling the 
plane off the sand, then heading out to sea and a smooth takeoff.  As soon as the 
plane left the water, Michelle and a line of people appeared at the end of a 
pathway, walking towards us.

The line stopped when it reached the sand.  The men separated themselves and 
went to were the luggage was stacked.  Between them, they gathered it all up and 
back the way they'd come.  The women spread themselves out on the sand so 
that they could be chosen as the guests walked past them.  I didn't recognise her 
at first, my lovely Jenny, standing with her eyes cast down.  She looked so slim 
and tanned, and superbly healthy.  

I had to stop myself from running to her to take her in my arms and give her a hug.  
Cindy had warned me not to show too much affection and although I didn't 
understand why, decided to abide her advice.  Others in my group were making 
their way towards them as well, telling them to heel as they passed.  I had to 
quicken my pace a little as I saw another man head towards Jenny.  Reaching her 
first, I commanded her to heel, wondering what she'd do.  She surprised me by 
turning towards me, not once lifting her head to see who'd commanded her.  I 
chose another three girls on my way to the path, partly because they were 
beautiful, but also because I wanted to see how Jenny would react when she 
found out who'd chosen her.

We congregated on the lawn and taking my queue from the others around me, 
ordered my women to kneel.  This they did without hesitation, Jenny included, 
their knees spread, backs straight, chests out, at my feet.  

I stepped us to Jenny.  "Kiss my feet," I commanded her.  She did so, also licking 
at the sand that stuck to them.  I couldn't believe this was my Jenny!  What had 
happened to her?  Whatever it was, it was a fantasy come true for me!  I looked at 
her, marvelling at how tight her tummy had become, how trim her thighs were and 
how brown and stiff her nipples were.  It was all I could do not to bend down and 
gather her up in my arms.

"Name!"  I commanded her.

"Whatever master desires," was her response.

Wow, I thought.  "What were you once called?" I asked.

"Jenny, Master," she replied.

I looked down at her back and saw, with surprise, the marks left by some sort of 
strap or whip.  She'd been disciplined, I realised with some astonishment.  I 
thought I'd best find out who else I'd chosen so I asked the others their names.  
Once past the standard `Whatever master wishes' responses, I found that I had a 
Sonya, Monique and Tania.

I then commanded them to look at me, watching Jenny as I did so.  Apart from a 
small gasp, she made no other response except a slowly spreading smile.  I 
looked at Tania, Sonya and Monique.  Each of them had lovely eyes and well 
proportioned features, including large sensuous lips, something that I particularly 
liked.  Monique seemed younger than I would normally have preferred, however I 
was not in the least disappointed at my choices.

I ordered the girls to their feet, then went over to Jenny.  Once more she had her 
eyes lowered.  Standing behind her, I lightly ran my hands down her body, from 
her neck, massaging her breasts, stomach and hips then dropping to her upper 
thighs and buttocks, which I firmly squeezed.  She sighed but said nothing.  I 
repeated the procedure with the other girls, the first time I'd ever done this in 
Jenny's presence.  It felt wonderful for two reasons, the first being obvious, the 
second being that I seemed to have Jenny's approval.

When I'd felt them all up, Sonya and Monique intimately, I instructed Jenny to lead 
me to my quarters.  I told the girls to walk in front of me, side by side so that I 
could study them from behind.  Sonya, I decided, had an even better sway to her 
walk than Jenny.

Inside the main entrance, Jenny consulted a list, looking for my name.  When 
she'd found what she was looking for, she led the way up the staircase.  I stood at 
the bottom and watched them climb the steep stairs, then called them back so I 
could watch them ascend once more.  Topless women in extremely brief skirts are 
beautiful to watch, I decided, especially when their every movement is intended to 
be sexy.  Eventually I followed them up.

The girls stopped at my room, waiting for me to lead the way inside.  On impulse, I 
had them kneel against the wall, knees spread, palms face up resting on their 
thighs.  I entered my room and looked around.  There was a huge vase of freshly 
cut flowers, the bed, complete with canopy had the covers turned down and the 
French windows were open to allow circulation of fresh air.  

A door in one wall led to a spacious bathroom, equipped with spa bath, toilet and 
separate shower.  More French windows led onto a small balcony.  Next to the 
bath I noticed for the first time a stout ring bolted to the wall.  When I returned to 
the bedroom I noticed a similar ring next to the bed and on opening one of the 
cupboards, found leather bondage equipment, whips, chains and other assorted 
toys.  They'd certainly prepared the room, I thought to myself.  

A note next to the telephone provided advice not only on emergency procedures, 
but a number to dial to have replacement slaves sent to me.  I was about to collect 
my bags from where they'd been left just inside the door when I remembered I 
now had three willing helpers to do the work.  I opened the door and motioned the 
women to enter.

"You," I said to Jenny, "Have Monique help you unpack my bags.  Sonya, run me 
a bath."  None of the girls moved to obey.  I then remembered what I'd been told 
about instructing a job to be begun.  "You may begin," I told them.

Immediately they moved.  Jenny told Monique where to put my things and 
Monique accepted her commands without question.  I saw Jenny bend over to put 
some item of clothing into a drawer, keeping her knees locked and making her 
skirt ride up just over the crack of her ass.  I decided not to wait any longer.  I went 
to her and put my arms around her waist, pulling her backside against my groin.

"Well, haven't you become the little slut," I commented to her when she ground 
herself against me.  I bet you'd like to feel me inside you, wouldn't you," I said, 
forgetting for a moment that we weren't alone.  She said nothing, but continued to 
rub against me.  I lifted my hands up and cupped her breasts.  "Your tits are just 
as wonderful as I'd remembered," I complimented her.  

I played with her nipples, feeling them grow under my fingers.  Her head went 
back in pleasure, her eyes closed.  I then felt a presence behind me and looked 
down.  Monique was at my feet, kissing my shoes.  I laughed.

"It looks like you have competition for my attention, my love.  Tell me, do you think 
I'd get more pleasure from you, or little Monique?"  I'd not intended for her to 
answer such a rhetorical question, but realised I'd asked a direct question, 
requiring an answer.

"Monique is wonderful Master, but Jenny thinks she knows what you like."

It aroused me hearing Jenny speak of herself in the third person.

"How do you know what Monique is like?" I asked.  "Tell me," I remembered to 
ask.

"We've been playmates before, Master."  Jenny admitted.

"So you've finally sampled a woman, or should I say girl.  How old are you 
Monique?"  Monique waited to be instructed to speak.  I'd forgotten to tell her.

"In my presence," I declared, "You need not seek permission to speak, unless I 
command it.  If I tell you to shut up, you will.  Understood?"

"Yes, Master," the two girls said in unison.

"Now, how old are you dear?" I asked Monique again.

"Fourteen, Master.  But I've been a slave all my life.  I'm sure I could please you.  
Please let me try," she begged.

Jenny was still rubbing herself against me and I was still playing with her nipples, 
occasionally pulling and pinching them.  She was making small pleasure noises.

"May I speak, Master," she asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"You've had me before, but not since I've been here.  I've learned so much in the 
ways of pleasing masters.  I would be like a new toy for you.  Please take me first."

"You want me to take you first, do you.  Does that mean you wouldn't object to me 
taking the others after you?" I asked, truly curious.

"Of course not, Master.  You may do anything you please, including not taking me 
at all if you no longer find me to your taste.  I am only a slave.  I'm sorry Master, I 
didn't mean to imply anything like that.  Please beat me if I've offended you."

I was astounded.  She really was a different person to the Jenny I'd so recently 
married.  If she was telling the truth, of course.

"Kneel against the wall where I can see you," I commanded her, dropping my 
hands from her breasts.  Immediately she complied.

"Monique, go get Sonya.  Tell her everything I've said to you.  I don't like repeating 
myself."

While Monique was in the bathroom, I spoke to Jenny.

"Have you really liked it here darling," I asked.

"Yes Master.  More than I'd dreamed possible.  I'd never suspected I was a true 
slave, until I lived the life.  I could never go back to any other life now.  Do you hate 
me?"

"Of course not.  How could I?  I love you." I felt funny about her calling me master, 
yet I didn't want her to stop.  It made me feel powerful, in the same way as having 
three women at my beck and call.  I decided to test her resolution.

"If I chose to keep you after we leave the island, would you continue to be a good 
slave?  I don't intend to be an easy master to please."

"Oh, Master!" she cried.  "I wouldn't want it any other way!  I promise to try and be 
pleasing enough so that you'll want to take me home with you, to serve you fully 
as a slave, hopefully your love slave."

"But what if I decide you bore me.  What would you do?", I asked.

"I honestly don't know, Master.  Maybe another master would take pity on me and 
allow me to be their slave.  If not, I'd throw myself on Mistress Cindy's mercy.  I 
know I could never go back to my old life.  But whatever happened, I also know I'd 
miss your touch terribly."

Her words were hard to believe, yet I knew she meant them from the bottom of her 
soul.  I turned away from her when I heard Monique and Sonya approach me from 
behind.

"Remove your skirts," I commanded them.  I want to see you properly.  

When they'd removed their skirts, I looked at them closely.  Monique was still 
developing, her pussy lips poking through sparse pubic hair.  Sonya's was well 
trimmed, yet thick.  I noticed for the first time the difference in the size of her left 
breast.  I was quite a lot larger than her right one.

"Fondle yourselves," I told them.  "I want to see how long you take to get warmed 
up."

The girls dropped their hands between their legs.  After only moments, Monique 
removed her hand, glistening with juice.  Sonya's hand came away similarly 
coated a second later.

"Have you two performed together before?"

"No, Master," Monique replied for both of them.

I decided to temporarily change the subject.  "I'm ready for my bath.  Monique, you 
will join me.  Jenny and Sonya will clean me.  Jenny, stand up and remove your 
skirt.  I don't think it's fair for you to be clothed when the others aren't."

I walked to the bathroom, Monique and Sonya following.  Jenny stood, removed 
her skirt, then followed.  In the bathroom, I allowed the three of them to undress 
me.  I climbed into the tub of hot water, then helped Monique in in front of me.

"Give me some soap," I said to Jenny.

I used the soap she handed me to lather my hands.  I returned the soap to Jenny 
and instructed her and Sonya to wash my back.  I then wrapped my hands around 
Monique's waist, massaging her small breasts from behind.  As Jenny and Sonya 
washed my back, I played with Monique's small tits, feeling her nipples harden as 
I squeezed them.  Thinking of what I was doing with my wife behind me, my dick 
grew hard, pressing into Monique's back.  I could feel her bottom against my 
thighs.

I looked to the side and saw Sonya's breasts jiggle in my face as she worked on 
my back.  I could feel Jenny's hands working their way towards my tail bone.

"Spread your legs," Petal, I said to Monique, thinking up the name on the spot.

I dropped my fingers to her groin, past her stiff clit, seeking her love tunnel.  As I'd 
expected, it was very tight.  Although she'd assured me she'd had experience 
pleasing men, she was very young.  Slipping a finger inside her, I used a thumb 
on her clit.  She nearly jumped with pleasure, a small moan escaping her lips.  I 
leaned forward and kissed her neck, after using my free hand to brush away her 
hair.

I continued to fondle and kiss her while waiting for a change in the pressure of 
Jenny's hands on my back.  Her movements seemed unaffected by what I was 
doing to Monique.

"Clean my front girls," I said, leaning back but not letting go of my Petal's petal.  
"Sonya, you can do my dick.  Jenny, my chest."  I was trying to make it as hard for 
Jenny as possible, to see how far I could push her before her actions bellied her 
earlier statement.

Instead of her getting angry as I'd expected, she began to massage my chest and 
pectoral muscles, occasionally brushing them with her long fingernails as she 
knew I liked.  Monique began to moan in pleasure and Sonya had her hand 
wrapped around my shaft, wanking me.  I lost interest in testing Jenny, pulling her 
down to kiss her on the lips.  Her mouth opened against mine and I felt her tongue 
probing.  I pulled away from Jenny's mouth and pushed her head down onto my 
chest.  She obediently licked and sucked on my nipples, her hair falling into the 
water.

With some effort, I pressed two fingers into Monique's pussy, then started to finger 
fuck the young slave.  With my thumb I kept up the pressure against her clit.  Her 
moans and cries of pleasure warned me that she was soon to orgasm.  Sonya 
kept a steady rhythm going on my cock and Jenny licked and sucked on my 
chest, occasionally brushing me with her hair or tits.  My free hand began to work 
on her slit in the same way as the other worked on Monique.

Monique suddenly squealed and shuddered, slippery juices covering my hand 
under the warm water as she came.  I removed my hand from her pussy, seeing it 
covered with juice despite it's previous emersion in water.  I lifted the hand to 
Sonya's lips so that she could lick it clean for me.  The feel of her lips and tongue 
on my fingers was almost more overpowering than her hand on my cock.  Almost.

When Sonya had finished cleaning my hand, I removed the other from Jenny's 
pussy and lifted Monique out of the bath.  She was so light and petite, it was no 
trouble at all, even sitting as I was.  She stood before me, her clit even more 
predominantly poking through her swollen pussy lips than before.  

Her nipples and areolae were both raised, looking more like the tops of lemons, 
only pink, than anything else.  Her small tits still showed smears of soap from 
where I'd earlier been rubbing them.  Looking up at her from this angle, I noticed 
that her septum had at some time been pierced, an erotic thought appeared in my 
head of leading her around with a nose ring, like a pig on a lead.

I decided I'd had enough of the hand job and I was ready for more.  The hard 
decision was which of these ready and willing lovelies to put it to first.  My first 
thought was Jenny, but I decided to leave her for last, making sure she knew her 
place.  Instead, I ordered her and Monique into an embrace, to arouse me with 
some deep kissing and fondling.  I slapped Sonya's hand away from my cock, 
then held out my hand to be helped from the bath.

"Bend over and hold your ankles," I ordered Sonya.

She did, and her ass cheeks parted, revealing not just her wet gash, but her 
puckered asshole as well.  She looked between her unevenly sized tits and 
spread legs, her eyes and smile inviting entrance.  I decided to oblige her, feeling 
hardly any resistance at first as my cock spread her pussy lips from behind and 
slipped all the way into her.  She was well lubricated and ready for me.  Once 
inside, she clamped around me, giving me the full effects of well trained vaginal 
muscles.  

As I pumped in and out of her I watched Jenny and Monique, Jenny occasionally 
looking back at me and smiling.  I reached around Sonya and grabbed her tits 
roughly, squeezing them painfully between my fingers.  She seemed to enjoy it 
more the harder I squeezed, so I did, sometimes digging my thumb nail into her 
nipple to make her cry out.

As I pumped Sonya, I kept glancing at the other two girls, who were happily 
putting on a wonderful performance for me.  While Monique tongue kissed Jenny, 
her hand came around her backside, lifted then landed with a loud slap.  Jenny 
moaned in pleasure, but the sound was muffled, her mouth locked with 
Monique's.  This momentarily knocked my concentration and I slipped all the way 
out of Sonya.  When I slid it in again, I'd found the wrong hole.  Of course Sonya 
never once protested, though my entry was not slow.  Her ass was even tighter 
than her cunt, so I left my cock there, pumping that hole instead.  eventually I felt 
myself building towards a climax, so I pulled out, inserting a finger into Sonya's 
ass instead.

She pushed her bottom against my hand, trying to get more of my finger inside 
her.  As my finger was as far in as it would go, I made her settle for two fingers, 
then three.  Jenny and Monique were well into their embrace, both of them looking 
like they could go over the edge at any moment.  I wanted their release to be 
halted for the moment, so I ordered them to separate and kneel at my feet.

I looked down at Jenny, saw her flushed face and smeared lipstick, beads of sweat 
forming on her cleavage under her beads.  I felt my cock twitch.

"Did I tell either of you that you should cum?" I asked them.

"No, Master."  They replied.

"You've disappointed me, both of you.  Taking for granted that you'd be allowed to 
cum when and how you wanted.  You should be punished.  Monique, get me the 
rope I saw in that closet," I said, pointing.

"Yes, Master."

She brought back the rope and, dropping to her knees before me, held the neatly 
coiled bundle out to me.  I took it from her.

"Now on your feet.  I think, as it was a first offence, I shall not whip you.  I think 
instead you should both be restrained.  Monique, is there another rope in the 
cupboard?"

"Yes, Master.  Should I get it for you?"

"Not just now, Petal," I replied, speaking gently now, using the name I'd made for 
her.  "You've both been very naughty little girls, haven't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Sonya here, has not yet displeased me.  You should look to her to see how you 
should act," I told them, patting Sonya's head like I would a pet.

Sonya moved closer to me, trying to snuggle under my arm.  I pushed her down to 
the floor, lest she begin to think she was above the others.

"Petal, take the rope back and use it to secure Jenny.  Use you imagination.  Also 
make sure you use the whole rope.  I don't want to see any spare, and I don't want 
Jenny able to move."

"Yes, Master!"  A delighted Monique said.

She stood and turned to face Jenny.  "Put out your hand, wrists crossed," she 
ordered.  

Jenny did as she was told.  Monique used the rope to tie Jenny's hands together.

"Now lie on your side," she commanded Jenny.

Once Jenny had positioned herself as Monique had wanted, she was told to cross 
her ankles.  Monique pulled Jenny's bound wrists over her head, then, stretching 
Jenny as much as possible, tied her ankles.  Jenny lay there, her body bowed, 
head back, tits and groin pushed out.  She made no sound, even though she must 
have been uncomfortable.

Next, Monique ran the rope between Jenny's legs, pulling it tightly into her groin, 
so that part of the rope was actually enfolded in her pussy lips.  With a little effort, 
Monique rolled Jenny onto her stomach, her arms and legs pulled up behind her 
like a trussed sheep.  Monique wrapped the rope a few times around Jenny's 
waist, forcing the end of the rope under her with each turn.

After rolling her back onto her side, Monique looped the end of the rope around 
the belt she'd made, pulling on it to increase the tension and making the rope bite 
into Jenny's waist.  Jenny gasped, but made no other sound.  The rope was then 
pulled up between Jenny's tits, over her shoulder and around the back of her 
neck, before crossing under her left tit, around her back and back under her right 
tit.

Monique repeated this move about eight times, occasionally pulling on the rope to 
make sure it was tight, each time the rope squashing Jenny's tits more firmly into 
her chest.  Monique used the last of the rope around Jenny's head, effectively 
gagging her, before tying it off.  She'd used every centimetre and Jenny was 
completely immobile.  To prove it, Monique kicked Jenny's high shoulder, making 
her topple onto her stomach.

"She looks uncomfortable," I commented.

"She should be, Master.  The rope pinches in about ten separate places all over 
her body."

"Good.  Now Sonya, see if you can copy the ties on Monique.  Use the spare 
rope."

Monique looked startled for a moment, maybe thinking I was going to let her off.  
Then I saw the way her eyes seemed to be looking forward to her punishment.

Sonya copied as well as she could, what had been done to Jenny on Monique.  
Finished, she stood back and waited for my approval.  She'd worked quickly, 
building up a film of sweat on her upper body.  Her nipples were hard and 
distended.  She was as aroused by the task she'd completed as I was by watching 
it.

Both girls on the floor were lying on their bellies, their heads turned towards us.  
Both could watch us but say nothing.  I walked around behind Jenny, easily lifting 
her ankles till her groin was about three inches off the floor, causing her whole 
weight to be on her bound chest and making the ropes dig in even more.  Then I 
dropped her.  She moaned when her mound hit the wooden floor with a bump.  

Pushing her over, I saw a damp spot on the floor.  I moved behind Monique, and 
did the same thin, though this time with her arms.  It was her tits that plopped onto 
the hard floor.

I left them the way they were, while I let Sonya blow me.  I had to put my hand on 
the back of her head to force her deeper on me, she gagging a little until she got 
used to my length.  I was only satisfied when I felt her lips on the base of my cock, 
some eight inches into her mouth.  Holding her head, I controlled her movements 
until I shot my load deep into her throat, not even allowing her to savour the 
flavour before she swallowed.  Again she gagged as I held her head, not letting 
her go until I'd completely drained myself into her.  She gasped, then smiled when 
I finally released her.

"Untie the others," I commanded her, "and have them satisfy you.  You are to have 
one orgasm from each of them."

She did as she was told, allowing them time to restore their circulations. The rope 
burns were easily visible on their bodies, which excited me.

She then lay back on the floor and spread her legs so that Jenny could gain 
access to her damp pussy while Monique kissed her, occasionally attending to her 
mismatched tits.  When she'd cum on Jenny's face, Jenny and Monique changed 
places, Sonya tasting her own juices from Jenny's mouth when she was kissed.

After watching for a while, I went back to the closet and selected a strap-on dildo 
that was hanging from a hook.  I also took a huge black, double ended dildo, about 
seven inches in diameter and two and a half feet long.  Returning to the girls, I 
waited for Sonya's second orgasm.

When the peak that Monique had caused had finally subsided, Sonya was hardly 
able to return to the kneeling position that the other girls were quick to assume.

I tossed the strap-on to Monique.

"Put this on," I told her.

I looked at Sonya and could easily tell that she'd have to make an effort if she was 
told to participate in any more of my games.  She looked totally spent, her chest 
still heaving from her previous encounter.

"Sonya, you can have a break now.  Monique, stand in front of Jenny. I've seen 
her eat pussy, now I want to see how well she can suck your `cock' while I fuck 
her."

As I'd done with Sonya, I took her doggy style, my cock easily sliding into her 
extremely well lubricated pussy from behind.  It felt like coming home, my cock 
ramming into her tight slit, my hands fondling her firm tits from behind.  I felt 
Jenny's muscles tighten in spasms around my cock, as they always did when she 
was building up to a climax.  I wasn't sure if it was me, the rubber cock she was 
sucking so professionally, or the situation she was in.  I didn't really care, because 
I was ready to explode as well.

Just as her pussy clamped fiercely around my cock, signifying the onset of her 
orgasm, I let rip with my own.  I'd spent so long preparing them that when I came, 
it just seemed to go on and on, absolutely flooding her.

"May I speak, Master?" requested Monique, when she saw that I'd finished.

I nodded to her, as yet unable to speak.

"Please let me taste the bounty you've bestowed upon Jenny, Master."

I looked down at Jenny.  My swiftly deflating cock slipped from her pussy.  Cum 
was leaking between her lips and running down her legs.  I could imagine how it 
would excite a young girl wanting a final orgasm of her own.  Jenny was still on all 
fours, recovering from her own orgasm.

I stepped away from her, knocking her over onto her side with my hand.  She 
stayed on the floor where she'd fallen.

"The two of you, show me how well you sixty nine each other."  I said to them.

Monique crawled between Jenny's legs, still wearing the strap-on.  Jenny attacked 
Monique's pussy from around the straps, at the same time wanking the dildo as if 
it were a real cock.  Monique licked and gulped at the juices still flowing from 
Jenny's pussy.  In no time both girls were panting, squealing and moaning like 
porn stars as they reached multiple orgasms at the touch of the other.

They would have continued but I was ready for something different, so I pulled 
them roughly apart.  Sonya seemed to have totally recovered now and was 
watching the girls play with envy in her eyes.

"Go and find Mistress Cindy," I told her.  "She'll have something appropriate for 
me to wear around the grounds.  And don't dally!"

"May I have my skirt, Master?" she asked in a small voice.

"Very well," I replied.  She'd been good.

"May we have our skirts as well, Master?" the other two girls asked.

I thought about it for a considerable time before answering.  On the one hand, they 
didn't need to wear anything as they were inside.  I liked to see them naked.  On 
the other hand, the low slung skirts were very pretty and could still be removed in 
an instant.  They also complimented the collars the girls were wearing.

"What do you offer me in payment?  Offer me a service.  If I like the service you 
offer, you may be rewarded with a skirt.  If I don't like the service, you may never 
see the skirt again.  I like the idea of you voluntarily degrading yourselves for my 
pleasure."

The girls though about it for a moment.

"Would an admission and demonstration be suitable, Master?"  Jenny asked.

"Possibly," I replied.

Jenny took a deep breath before speaking.

"I have eaten human waste," Jenny whispered, "and I enjoyed it!" she finished.

"I too, enjoy a good meal of shit, Master," added Monique.  I love to eat it directly 
from my host, or hostess, as the case may be."

I was startled by their admissions.  Since I had known Jenny, I'd never once seen 
her on the toilet, she always locked the bathroom door first.  I couldn't believe the 
startling changes that had come over my lovely wife.

"The admission is certainly acceptable, but what about the demonstration?" I 
asked.

I wondered how they would demonstrate their shared fetish.

"I would love to feast on Jenny, Master," said Monique.  "Her shit is so tasty!  
Jenny, do you feel able to perform the honours?"

"If Master wishes to do so himself, he is, of course welcome," said Jenny.  
"Otherwise, I'm sure I could supply your supper."

I couldn't imagine doing it myself.  I mean, I'd be so embarrassed if I farted in 
Monique's face.  I was also very excited at the thought of Jenny actually shitting in 
front of me, commanded like an abject slave.

"It is your performance, slaves.  I wish only to watch your demonstration.  If you 
please me, you may have a rag to wear."

Monique and Jenny quickly discussed what they needed to do, then took up their 
positions.  Jenny lay on her back over the side of the bed, lifting her legs as high 
as she could.  Monique crouched between her legs, her back against the blankets, 
her head under Jenny's butt.  Monique stuck out her tongue and licked Jenny's 
bung hole.  Jenny moaned.  Jenny clenched her butt muscles, trying to force out a 
shit without success.  After a minute, Monique sucked on a finger, then carefully 
worked it into Jenny's butt, helping to relax Jenny's sphincter.

In a few moments, Jenny's bowels let go, right into Monique's mouth.  She took 
everything Jenny had to offer, swallowing without hesitation.  It was disgusting yet 
incredibly erotic at the same time.  They'd certainly earned their skirts!  When 
Jenny had finished, Monique licked her ass clean, then got to her feet.  Jenny saw 
some brown around Monique's mouth and chin, looked at me for permission to 
clean her up, then proceeded to lick her own shit off Monique's face.  It was 
incredible!

Both girls came over to me and kneeled at my feet, Monique so much smaller than 
Jenny.  They waited for me to decide on their performance.  To answer them, I 
picked up their skirts, and threw them one each.  The girls then waited to be 
instructed to put them on.

"You may dress," I told them.

Quickly the girls wrapped their skirts around their waists, adjusting them low on 
their hips.  Somehow Jenny had lost her beads, so I told her to find them and put 
them on as well.  I liked to see them dangling between her lovely breasts.

Sonya returned, carrying clothing for me to wear.  I slipped off the robe I'd donned 
before she'd left and let her dress me.  Monique and Jenny still kneeled nearby.

"May I speak, Master?" Asked Sonya.

"You may," I replied.

"Has someone had an accident in here, Master?" she asked.  "It smells funny in 
here."

Monique and Jenny both glanced up at her.  I laughed.  

"No dear," I said quietly.  "Jenny and Monique just showed me something very 
unusual.  The smell is a side effect.  I do agree, however that it is a little 
unpleasant.  I noticed a couple of masks in the closet.  Get them for me dear."

Sonya pulled a couple of leather masks from the closet.  They came complete with 
buckles to hold them on and zippers over the mouth holes.

"Put these on," I told Jenny and Monique.

They did, helping each other with the buckles.  The mouth holes were zippered 
shut, dissipating their unusual breath.  They could still breath through the holes 
provided for their nostrils and see through the slits provided for their eyes.  The 
masks were, however different.  Monique's one covered only her face, leaving the 
back of her head uncovered apart from the straps.  Jenny's on the other hand 
provided complete encasement.  When she took it off, her hair would be plastered 
to her head.

I took some leather cord and tied the two hooded slaves' hand's behind their 
backs, then tethered them together at the collar.  So Sonya wouldn't feel left out, I 
found a nice length of leather cord and wrapped it around her chest, forcing her 
tits up and out.  I knew she'd soon be uncomfortable and the thought aroused me.  
I then tethered her in line behind the others.  Taking a cane, I left my room, the 
girls following.

We walked around the grounds looking at the gardens, the buildings, the pool and 
the other guests.  Most of the slaves I saw were heeling their masters or 
mistresses, some held by the hair at their master's waists, some on their hands 
and knees.  At the pool I saw two mistresses racing their male slaves against each 
other in the pool.  

A small crowd  of onlookers were egging them on, slave girls clapping their hands 
and jumping up and down in pleasure as one or the other reached an end first.  
Finally, the mistresses agreed on one more lap to decide the winner.  When the 
race was finally over, one mistress handed over one of her males to the other.  
Slaves may be given away at a whim.

I saw one slave that really took my fancy.  She was dressed in black PVC and had 
a bit in her mouth.  She struggled to pull a small cart with a man in it.  The man 
held a whip, occasionally using it on her bare back.  I made a mental note to 
approach her master about her.  It still seemed to me a little strange to approach a 
master about his slave as you would when buying or renting a car.

At dinner that evening, my girls kneeled around my feet, waiting for the scraps I 
would throw them.  For some reason they seemed to enjoy the whole thing more 
than I could imagine.  I couldn't see myself doing that for anyone, but it felt good to 
be in control of such a little thing as who would get what and how much they'd get.

Jenny had told me soon after I'd removed her mask and watered her, that they 
were expected to sleep in the pool house if and when I'd finished with them for the 
day.  I was looking forward to my first night together with her so, although I didn't 
tell her then, I had no intention of sending her away.

When bedtime came, I gave Sonya a long, lingering kiss and sent her off to the 
pool house.  The other two I kept for the night, chained at the collar, on my bed.

In the morning, after bathing me and washing themselves, I sent Jenny off, still 
naked, to find another girl to complete the trio.  It was a nice thought, my wife 
being sent off to find a suitable woman to please me, maybe at the expense of her 
own favours.  While she was gone, I had Monique give me oral satisfaction.  I'd 
never been blown by a fourteen year old before coming to the island, especially 
such an experienced youngster.  I knew it wouldn't effect my performance later - I 
was constantly horny!

I was just getting dressed when Jenny returned, bringing not one but two girls with 
her.  She explained that she couldn't decide on which of them I'd like best, so she 
wanted me to make my own choice.

"This one's known as Pudding Master, the other is called Felicity.  Pudding is 
Mistress Cindy's current pet, but she wanted me to introduce her to you.  She said 
to tell you that Pudding came to the island a lesbian, but now has a taste for 
sperm.  She's tasted the cum of more than fifty different men in the last week.  
That's even more cock than a even a whore gets, she says.  Felicity is a special 
friend of mine because she helped me out a while back.  Jenny wanted to 
introduce you to her because Jenny wanted you to have the best.  Jenny has seen 
her take a cock the size of my forearm up her ass!  If Jenny or Monique can't fulfil 
all your needs, one or the other of these two beauties is bound to."

I loved the way Jenny had dropped the `I' and started speaking of herself in the 
third person.  She'd taken another step into subservience.  I also liked the two girls 
she'd supplied.  She would make me a superb pimp if I chose to use her that way.  
Maybe I would.  I looked at Pudding.  Her hair was tied back and she wore a gold 
G-string.  It was a real G-string, not one of those skimpy cotton things that cover 
way too much, but a tiny triangle of material covering only her pussy lips and gold 
thread to hold it in place.  Her cute ankles sported gold bands.  Otherwise she was 
nude.

Felicity was also naked, but someone had placed pasties over her nipples and a 
fine yet strong chain wrapped a few times around her waist, the ends dangling 
between her legs.

"Do you still like women, Pudding?" I asked.

"Yes, Master."

"How many men have you had at one time?"

"Mistress Cindy gave me to a group of twenty two nights ago.  I was the only 
female and they were being rewarded for something or other.  I wasn't to have my 
vagina penetrated, but they were allowed to take me from behind and orally."

"How many of the men came in your mouth?"

"Eighteen, Master, but I didn't get to swallow most of it, because they kept 
squirting on my face and hair.

"How many took you from behind?"

"Four, Master."

"Do you have a lot of anal sex, Pudding?"

"The other night was the first time, Master.  It hurt a lot at first, but they were gentle 
with me so I could enjoy it."

"So you enjoy anal sex, do you?"

"I enjoy any contact, Master.  I never realised before coming here that men could 
be as exciting as women."

Felicity," I said, looking at her, "Do you enjoy anal sex too?"

"Oh yes, Master.  Especially with two men. Feeling them both inside me at once is 
unlike anything else."

"How long have you been having anal sex?"

"Since I was at school, Master, but mostly since I had a master that liked to see 
how far he could stretch me."

"So how far can you be stretched then?"

"That master once put a champagne bottle inside me, base first, then another in 
my vagina.  I thought I would break the bottles when I came."

"I think you have made good choices Jenny.  I'll keep them both here for the time 
being.  You should be proud of yourself."

"Jenny is pleased, Master," she said.

"Busy yourselves making the bed and tidying up girls.  Pudding, demonstrate your 
speciality."

When she'd finished, I had to admit that she was indeed the best cock sucker I'd 
ever met.  I'd even stopped the others from their cleaning so they could study her 
technique.  I'd have Jenny practise her own deep throat technique later, I decided.

I spent most of the day in bed with the four women, sometimes participating, but 
mostly just getting off on watching them play together.  Jenny nearly threw up 
trying to deep throat me the first time, even after being shown by Pudding.

Later in the afternoon, I had her try again.  I was not pleased when she was still 
unable to do it properly.  I had to have Monique finish the job she'd started as her 
gagging was putting me off.

"Kneel and lean back," I commanded her."

I'd decided that punishment was needed for two reasons.  One because she'd let 
me down and two to show her what sort of master I was going to be to her.

After gagging her, I took the whip and struck her across the chest repeatedly, her 
tits jiggling and bouncing with each lash.  Although she was in obvous pain, she 
leaned into each stroke and her nipples became absolutely rock hard.

When my arm grew tired I stopped.  As soon as I removed the gag, she began to 
sob, but the puddle of juice between her spread legs betrayed her deepest 
feelings and the multiple orgasms she seemed to have had.  I took a handful of 
her hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Someone find me a marker pen or a lipstick," I commanded the girls around me.

Pudding went into the bathroom and found a tube of toothpaste.

"Would this do?" she asked.

"That will do fine," I replied.

Using the toothpaste, I wrote on her back, `Let me deep throat you'.  I repeated the 
words on her chest, where the white stood out nicely against the red marks.  
Looking down, Jenny read what I'd written.  She gasped.

"Go down to the lawn and find men to practice on.  Do not come back until you 
can do it properly.  I won't have a slave of mine unable to give a proper blowjob.  If 
they want to fuck you as well, let them.  Make sure you practise on at least ten 
men.  If a woman wants you, you are available.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered.

"Go," I said, slapping her bare bottom.

When she returned, it was dark outside.  I'd just finished eating and was starting 
to wonder if she was going to come back at all.  When she knocked, I had to open 
the door to her myself.  The other slaves had been chained together for the night.  
I'd decided to keep them all with me.

When I opened the door, I looked on her with surprise.  She was covered from hair 
to knees with cum or cumstains.  Her hair was an absolute mess.  I made way to 
let her in.  As she passed me, I saw that she walked awkwardly.  From behind I 
could see finger nail marks on her buttocks.  I felt sorry for her, but tried not to 
show it.

"Go clean yourself up.  You have five minutes to wash that cum out of your hair.  
Oh, and you'd better brush your teeth too."

"Yes, Master," she said.

Five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, sparklingly clean, her hair 
shining.  I pointed to my feet and she rushed to me, kneeling then kissing my feet 
and ankles.

"I hope you've mastered the art of the deep throat, Jenny."

"Yes, Master.

"How many men did you practise on?"

"Something like thirty, Master."

"Were any women interested in you?"

"About six, Master"

"And how many men had sex with you?"

"About a dozen more, Master."

"Are you sore?"

"Every hole, Master."

"Good.  I hope you've learned your lesson.  Go lay on the bed.  I may want to test 
you later."

I laughed and she quietly asked to know if she might be told why I had laughed.  I 
told her.

"You sounded astonished when you told me that Pudding had given fifty blowjobs 
in a week.  If I were to command you to, you'd give fifty in a single day!"

"Surely Master is teasing poor Jenny," she asked, something approaching awe in 
her voice.  "My jaw is almost numb after thirty."

"Perhaps," I replied, "but you did say you jaw was only `almost' numb."

"Master," Jenny said, lying next to me on the bed, "I hope I'm not going to get too 
loose for you."

"What do you mean?"

"This evening, while I was out, a woman had me."

"So?"

Jenny hesitated before continuing.

"She put first one, then two then three fingers in me, then forced her whole hand 
into me, right up to the wrist.  I felt like I was being split in half, but I did take it, and 
enjoyed it."

"I'd like to see a hand up your ass as well," I assured her.  "Women are flexible.  
You don't have to worry."

I pulled her to me and fell asleep cuddling her, the other slaves on the floor.  In the 
early hours of the morning I woke to find Jenny at my cock.  She had indeed 
learned to deep throat.

The remainder of my stay on the island seemed to fly by.  Each day I replaced the 
girls, keeping Jenny of course, but also Monique, for some reason.  I got into the 
habit of sending them off in the morning to be dressed by one of the masters or 
mistresses around the place.  Each day they returned in a more erotic outfit.  My 
favorite however, was the simple camisk, split at the sides up to the waist and at 
the front down to the waist.  Apart from Monique, all my girls were busty, which 
was emphasised by the dresses.  

Monique's best feature was her cute bottom and legs, which were best displayed 
in a super micro mini version of a sheath dress.  When standing, the skirt was 
short enough to expose the tops of her thighs, her ass cheeks not covered by 
panties.  As with the others, the front plunged to the waist, and only just covered 
her budding nipples, which were kept constantly stiff either by being pinched to 
erection by herself or one of the other slaves.

The last day on the island saw Jenny get her period.  She was usually light, but 
her pussy was out of action never the less.  By now I'd come to think of her as 
another slave, however as a slave, she was still one of my favorites.  For this 
reason I decided not to send her back to the pool house.

"I want you to do something for me, Jenny," I said to her.  "But first, I want to know 
if you love me."

"Of course, Master.  No one makes me feel quite as good as you do.  I'd do 
anything for you.  Surely you know that?"

"I just wanted to hear you say it, my love," I replied.  "I don't want to send you back 
to the pool house, but some would say you are useless to me at the moment."

"But Master..."

"Don't interrupt," I broke in gently.  "I was about to say that I personally don't think 
you are useless, but others may.  I want to prove to everyone that you aren't a 
useless slave, just because it's that time of month.  You remember how you 
learned to improve your oral skills. You remember there were lots of men.  I want 
to know if you want to practise your skills on more men than that.  No one will 
touch your cunt, or your ass, if you want, but I want to see how many men you can 
make cum.  It would mean a lot to me, but I want you to decide for yourself if you 
are willing to do it for me.  Think about it for a minute if you want."

"If the idea is yours, Jenny think it's a wonderful idea.  Jenny doesn't need to think 
about it, Master, because it's what you want.  Jenny wants to make you proud of 
me in any way she can.  Could Jenny make one request though?"

"What is your request?" I asked.

"Could Jenny have a comfortable chair?  Jenny gets a little sore if she has to bend 
over for too long at this time of month.  Jenny knows she could do better if she was 
more comfortable."

"You really do love me, don't you, stacks?" I asked, using the pet name I'd given 
her after the first time I'd seen her tits, but not used on her since meeting on the 
island.

"Of course I do, Master," she laughed.

I went to see Mistress Cindy while the slaves were off getting dressed for the day.  
After explaining what I wanted and why, she showed me a dentist's chair that 
seemed to have been especially built for just the purpose I had in mind.  She told 
me that they'd found it in the basement when they'd arrived and cleaned it up.  
She was pleased that they hadn't cleaned it up for nothing.  Mistress Cindy 
ordered a pair of male slaves to move the chair into the foyer, where Jenny could 
operate with some privacy, for both her and the men.

When I returned to my room, Monique, Jenny and two other women that Monique 
and Jenny had selected for me, were waiting. They were all wearing super tight 
red hotpants and string bikini tops that well displayed the women's figures.

I told Jenny that I'd been able to fulfill her request for a comfortable chair.  I then 
explained to the others what I'd asked Jenny to do, giving them their tasks.  The 
two new slaves would canvass the entire island, bringing in men for Jenny.  
Monique was to stay with Jenny, cleaning her up after each man had finished.  I'd 
decided that Jenny was to save as much cum as she could, only taking a taste of 
each man as he came.  Monique would collect any cum that landed on Jenny's 
face, hair or body and add it to a bowl.  I showed them the bowl that I wanted 
Jenny to fill.  Her eyes went wide, then she smiled.

"I'll do my very best for you, Master," she promised.

Taking a pad and pencil with me, I led Monique and Jenny to the foyer, the other 
two slaves dispatched to do their duty.  When we arrived, Mistress Cindy had 
already been busy.  There were ten naked male slaves with erections, and more 
being readied by a team of naked female slaves.

Mistress Cindy had made ready a chair with a good view for me, complete with a 
glass of chilled wine.  She also had a seat next to mine, from where she could 
control the queue of men.

Jenny climbed into the dentists chair and made herself comfortable.  I instructed 
her to remove her top, which she did, before Mistress Cindy signalled for the first 
man to approach.  Monique stood behind the chair, ready to do the cleanup.

"Work through them as quickly as you can, dear," Instructed Mistress Cindy.  "I 
hope you will be able to break the record, which I hear is fourty men in one sitting.  
Make your master proud.  You may begin."

The man climbed onto the foot rest, leaning forward onto Jenny.  She took him in 
her mouth, eagerly sucking his whole length into her.  She sucked noisily, at the 
same time using her hands on his balls and ass.  He didn't take long at all to blow 
his load into her mouth.  As I told her, she swallowed only a little, transferring the 
rest to the bowl.  Monique used a spatula to transfer the drops that had escaped 
Jenny's mouth into the bowl.  Immediately the next man was motioned forward.  
Jenny looked at me, smiled then set to work on him with renewed vigor.

Jenny worked for two hours without a stop.  In that time she'd blown thirty nine 
men and the bowl was more than half full.  Jenny once again looked at me and 
this time saw Mistress Cindy's hand in my lap, where she'd been rubbing the 
erection I'd developed while watching my special slave work.  A grin spread itself 
on her face and she spoke.

"Water, please," she whispered.  Monique supplied her with a glass, from which 
she sipped.

"Is Jenny doing well, Master?" she asked.

"You've done thirty nine so far.  How do you feel?"

"My mouth is tired and sore, but I can go on if you want me to."

"I want you to do as many as you can, my love."

"Jenny could suck a thousand cocks and still be ready for yours, Master."

Jenny soon went back to her work, Mistress Cindy and I watching, Monique 
cleaning her up as she finished the each man off.  After two more men, Mistress 
Cindy could contain herself no more.  She called for Pudding, who came running.  
Mistress Cindy quickly stood up, slid off her skirt then sat again.  Pudding crawled 
between her legs and began eating her out as she went back to watching Jenny 
cause yet another man to orgasm in her mouth.  I was feeling the same as Cindy 
and so had my hand inside the waistband of my trousers.

Cindy glanced at me, smiled, then removed my hand, replacing it with hers.  As 
Jenny sucked her fourty seventh cock, Pudding ate Cindy and Cindy wanked me.

I was close to cumming myself as Jenny took the cum of the fifty ninth male in her 
mouth.  She hardly had the energy to transfer his jism into the now practically full 
bowl.  She leaned back for a second and closed her eyes, while Monique cleaned 
her up.

I could tell she was exhausted.  With a hand over Cindy's, I stopped her 
movement on my cock.

"I think you'd better stop now, dear.  You're exhausted," I said to Jenny.

"Jenny is waiting for her master," she replied.

I hadn't realised till now, but she hadn't even sucked my cock!  No wonder she 
refused to stop.  She was waiting for me.  I felt a wave of love come over me.  
What a precious jewel she is.

"I'm sorry, Cindy, I was going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours that's been 
enticing me for the last hour, but my beautiful slave must come first."

I got to my feet, slipped out of my trousers and went to Jenny.  She eagerly took 
my hard cock in her hands and caressed it, as if it were a sculpture.  When she 
slipped it into her mouth, it was as if a switch had been flicked.  She was hungry 
for my cock, which she devoured to the root.  She kept her mouth there, running 
her tongue up and down its length as much as she could.  After a while she 
allowed me to fuck her mouth, sliding it into her as far as I wanted before pulling it 
out again.  It was while I was doing this that I felt a pair of tits against my back.

Cindy had come up behind me, now completely naked and was rubbing herself 
aginst my butt and legs.  I felt her hands on my thighs as I continued to face fuck 
Jenny.  I could wait no longer.  I started spurting huge amounts of cum into her 
mouth, much more than she could hold.  It leaked down her chin, dripping onto 
her chest.  When my orgasm finally subsided, I slipped out of her mouth.  Despite 
her cum covered face, I bent down and kissed her lips, before moving away.  
Dutifully, Jenny transferred my cum to the bowl, filling it.

Cindy surprised me by going up to her and licking my cum of her chin and tits, 
then began kissing her lingeringly.  I watched them for a moment before turning to 
Monique.  Take the bowl and put it in a refridgerator.  I'm sure we'll find a use for it 
later.  I looked back at Cindy and Jenny and felt a tightening in my groin.  I was 
sure I could go again already!  I moved between the two, separating them for a 
moment.

"Follow me," I found myself telling Cindy.  I picked Jenny up out of the chair and 
carried her down the hall to my room.  Still naked, Cindy followed.

Monique followed as well, an obedient slave.  At the door, I turned to her.

"Go find the other slaves you brought to me this morning.  When you return, wait 
outside the door."

Cindy opened the door for me, then followed me in.  Jenny looked lovingly up at 
me.  My cock was once more standing at attention, ready for action.

"On the bed bitch," I said to Cindy.

Without thinking, she complied.  I gently lay Jenny down next to her, watching her 
snuggle into the other woman.

"Eat my pussy," Cindy begged me.  "I'm so hot!"

"Shut up, slut," I said, slapping her face.  

For some reason I was angry with her and my anger turned me on even more.  
Cindy seemed shocked at my behaviour, but said nothing.

"You've been queen of the island since I've been here.  Now it's time for you to 
submit to me," I snarled.  "Do you think your will is stronger than mine?" I asked.

"Just who do you think you are," she protested.

I slapped her again, harder this time.

"Answer the question, whore."

"You are!," she cried.

I slapped her yet again.  "I am what, cunt?"

"You are dominant, Master," she screamed.

"That's right, you worthless piece of shit.  You may lord over the slaves here, but 
you want to submit to me, don't you?"

She remained silent for too long so I slapped her again.

"Yes, you bastard, I need to submit to you.  How did you know?"

I slapped her face repeatedly before replying to her question.

"I may be a bastard, but I am master.  You will address me as such.  I knew you 
wanted to be submissive to me when you started rubbing yourself against me.  
Also you are a woman.  It is natural for you to want a master.  Will you be my 
slave?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Master.  I can't deny it any longer.  I knew from the moment we met that I 
wanted you to master me.  Now you have me to command.  Please let me 
pleasure you."

"Spread your legs, bitch.  I want to see your cunt up close.  Ah yes.  Is as tasty as 
it looks?"

"Let me pleasure you before you find out, Master," she pleaded.

I ignored her plea, instead dropping down to sample her honey pot.  She was very 
wet and squirmed at the touch of my tongue.

"Ahh, ohh, yes, please, no, yesssssssssss, oh God, oh God, ohhhh Goddddd," 
she moaned as she came.

"Suck my cock," my little tasty," I commanded her.

I rolled onto the bed between her and Jenny, intending to kiss Jenny while Cindy 
worked on my cock.  I was not really surprised to see that Jenny had fallen asleep.  
Instead I contented myself with delicately stroking Jenny's body, leaving her 
asleep.  For a while Cindy worked on my cock, my wife sleeping next to me.  
When I was ready, I rolled on top of Cindy, pinning her arms.  I positioned my cock 
at the entrance to her cunt, but instead of sliding it in, rubbed it against her clit.

I waited for her to begin begging before I finally slipped it inside, forcing it easily all 
the way in on the first stroke.  I took her roughly the first time, forcing a cry of 
pleasure from her before reaching my own orgasm.  For a while I lay there, Cindy 
snuggling into my arm in the same way as Jenny had always done.  When I was 
once more ready, I flipped her to her stomach on the bed and used my hand 
between her legs to lubricate her.  As she became wet, I used her own juice to 
lubricate her ass.

"Oh please no, Master.  I've never had anything in there. Noooooo pleaseeeee," 
she said, meaning she was enjoying what I was doing for her.

I put the tip of my once more engorged cock against the cheeks of her ass, at the 
entrance to her anus.  With a little gentle pressure, the head popped in.

"Oh, it's so big," she complained.  "It'll never fit.

She spoke too late, though, as I already had half my cock inside her rear passage.  
I carefully eased it out again, careful not to hurt her too much.  Once more I used 
my fingers on her clit, sliding two into her love tunnel at the same time.  She cried 
out in pleasure, another orgasm getting closer.

"Please fuck me, Master.  Fuck my cunt.  No, fuck my ass!  I want you inside me 
one way or another, please, Master, please."

Once more I pressed my cock into her anus, this time pushing harder till I'd sunk 
all the way in.  While buried to the root in her ass, I rolled over so that she was 
now on top of me.  My hands made their way once more to her cunt, playing with 
her until she was ready to lift herself off my cock.

"Oh I want to fuck you," she said.

"Well go on then, fuck me.  Your ass may be mine, but it won't do me any good 
until you move it.  Go on, move it."

Cindy slowly lifted herself about four inches, using her hands and feet for 
leverage, before sinking back once more.

"Keep moving, slut.  It gets easier the more you do it.  Don't you enjoy the feeling 
of having your ass stretched my my meat?"

Again she raised herself off me, beginning a slow, awkward, yet rythmical 
movement.  The slowness of it was driving me insane.  I wanted to fuck the bitch 
properly.  Soon I could stand it no longer and rolled over once more, then coming 
to my knees, bringing Cindy with me.  During the whole movement, my cock had 
stayed buried in Cindy's ass.  She buried her head in the pillows and clutched at 
the sheets as I began to stick it to her faster and faster, my fingers going back to 
work on her clit.  We both reached our climaxes together, my seed filling her ass. I 
slipped out of her with a popping sound, then looked down to see my creamy cum 
dribbling out of her asshole.

The movement caused by fucking Cindy's ass had finally woken Jenny, who, 
seeing my cum leaking from Cindy's asshole, looked at me, licking her lips.  I 
nodded, and Jenny immediately went down on Cindy's ass, licking up the spilled 
cum, then probing at her asshole with her tongue till there was no more left.

Jenny lay down again on the other side of me, satisfied once more.  Snuggling her 
head under my left armpit, she promptly fell asleep again.  Likewise Cindy, now 
worn out snuggled under the other armpit.  Before I fell asleep myself, I called out 
to Monique, who I imagined must have been waiting outside the door for sometime 
now.  She quietly opened it, entering with the other two girls.

"I've only room for two of you.  Monique join me.  You, yes the blonde, join me.  I'm 
sorry my dear," I said to the remaining brunette, "I've no more room."

It was true, with me, three women and a woman child on the bed there was 
definately no more room.

"Go find a master and offer yourself to him.  Say you are a present from me."

When I woke the next morning, the day we were all due to leave the island, It was 
amidst a sea of arms and legs, tits and asses.  I felt around for Jenny's hotpants, 
but found first Moniques sweet ass instead.  I learned that there is nothing that 
quite compares to fucking a teenage cunt while being licked and kissed all over by 
three other willing pairs of lips to start the day.  After I'd had my fill and the others 
theirs, I sent Jenny to run a bath while Monique and Tory cleaned out the room.  
Cindy explained that she had a job to do and had to go.

I let her worry for a moment whether I would let her go, then laughing at her 
discomfort, I gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and a painful squeeze of her 
ample bosom and sent her on her way, with a promise to return as soon as she 
could.

"Your bath is ready, Master." Jenny soon announced.

"Bathe with me Jenny.  I want to talk to you about something."

I shut the door on the two slaves cleaning my room and joined Jenny in the tub.

"We return to reality today, Jenny."

"I know, Master," she replied.

"You'll go back to being my wife once more, of course."

"But Jenny can't, Master.  She's now your helpless slave, as she told you when 
you first arrived.  Surely you don't want things to go back the way they were either.  
You'd lose a doting slave and access to others.  You've changed too, you know," 
Jenny continued, soaping my thighs that were pressed against hers.  "You're now 
more than my legal husband, you're a master.  You've even mastered Mistress 
Cindy, she who was the highest person on the island.  What would she do without 
you as her master!" she exclaimed.

"But this is all fantasy, all make believe."

"If you tried to put things back the way they were you'd fail.  Jenny needs a master 
to look after her, as do Monique and Mistress Cindy.  Monique would go home to 
her mother, who you haven't met, but Mistress Cindy would have no one, and 
Jenny may not be able to stay with you for ever.  Someone else might take her 
away at any time and she'd be powerless to resist."  Couldn't you offer to look after 
both Jenny and Mistress Cindy.  We'd both be devoted slaves to you."

"It would be easy to say yes, but then I'd want Monique as well.  With me it has to 
be all or nothing, you know that."

"Then we should visit Mistress Tara, as soon as possible.  She's Monique's 
mother!"

"Monique's mother is a mistress here on the island?" I asked incredulously.  
"Maybe I could do a deal with her for Monique, maybe on a temporary basis at 
first," I thought aloud, soaping Jenny's tits as I mused further.  "Later I could 
arrange something more permanent.  I know that some of the others on the island 
are already owned slaves, who have permanent masters waiting for them at 
home."

"Oh yes, Master, I'll be wonderful!  Ohh yess Master, That's wonndderfullll.  
Please don't stop."

"I thought you wanted to find Mistress Tara?"

"Surely she can wait just a few minutes, ohhh, cant, oooh, she, ummm?"

 

Prolog

"Your dinner is ready, Master," called Jenny from the dining room.

"Just there, that's it," I said.

Monique was just finishing my massage.  I had been lying here reflecting on the 
last six months.  Jenny had been correct.  Everything has worked out.  The house 
is easily big enough for the twelve of us, not including the male staff, who are 
housed in the basement.  

Things had indeed worked out well.  I'd enrolled Monique in a nearby school, 
which she discovered she enjoyed.  The school uniform makes a nice variation to 
my sex life and the girls she sometimes brings home from school have not yet 
failed to prove pleasing to either me, my girls or the males.  Two of them now live 
here as well.  

Cindy has a new job in an office only ten minutes away and Jenny is content to 
cook and clean.  I've even brought her a maid's outfit which she loves, based on 
one of the costumes she'd worn on the island.  It is black velvet with lots of ruffles, 
very short and obviously worn without underwear as underwear is only worn by 
any of my girls a couple of days a month.  Instead of a blouse, she wears an 
apron, allowing a generous view from the side.

She occasionally teases the males by bringing in the washing on a windy day, or 
cleaning high windows.  Sometimes I send and with a few of the others to spend 
an evening with them, but Jenny is still my overall favorite so never stays the night 
with them.  I've developed quite a stable of beautiful women around me, who I 
obviously can't keep contented by myself.  It was Cindy, the financial genius who 
came up with the answer to that problem.  I run a descreet escort service, which 
everyone, Jenny included, has a chance to participate in.

When Cindy went out one evening and the client turned out to be the CEO of her 
company's competitor, but that's another story.

My girls are happy and I'm happy, or at least on the whole I'm happy.  I found out 
yesterday morning that one of my most prized girls, Monique's mum Tara, 
couldn't deep throat.  I had to blindfold, gag and chain her in the basement, beat 
her with a cane for twenty minutes, then tie her over a table so the males could 
rape her ass and force her to learn how to give good head.  I guess by now she 
should have learned.

"Monique, go untie your mother.  It's dinner time."

"Yes, Master.  Could Monique take a few swipes at her before she unties her 
though, she made Monique late for school yesterday and she got in trouble with 
her teacher."

"Very well, but only ten.  Then she's forgiven, understand?"

Kids today.  What can you do!

 

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