Femdon Island Ch. 01

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This series runs alongside my first ‘Femdom’ series, but one day, ‘Companion for a Femdom’ is planned to be history, and Femdom Island succeed it.

So why did I not adapt and include ‘Femdom Island’ chapters in ‘Companion for a Femdom’ I hear you ask?

Primarily, the reason is that George is on the wrong side of forty. He’s not quite ready for his ultimate journey in a box, there are not many men who could manage Agiatou and Amahle mid morning, Senior Femdom Harriet at midday, Femdom Mary all night, and still find time to build a railway, run a sex toy business, and associated body enhancement programmes. George is still very fit and energetic! So I don’t want to write off George and his eight femdoms just yet. Plus the fact that I still have half-written chapters to publish! So if you are a fan, don’t worry! George and his femdoms have a lot of fornicating to do before he can retire disgracefully to a cottage by the sea with Isabella, or whatever disgusting retirement I decide his future might be.

Characters from Companion for a Femdom, will continue to appear in Femdom Island. In that way, I hope to keep the interest factor alive. Women will always be in charge, of course. At least, in the bedroom, the bank accounts, and supervision of PPP* administered in the usual way, and all Inferiors. After all, men are the ‘Inferior’ gender, so they must be supervised, punished and enjoyed, as their superiors see fit.

Originally, the idea behind Femdom Island was to write something new. I soon realised, many authors start a second book to introduce new characters. But a new title could/might attract more readers; Or maybe an incredibly rich and beautiful Isabella or a Mary might decide to kidnap this seventy-eight-year-old and keep me as her sub? (Okay, I can fantasise and dream, can’t I?).

Please note: All my series contain references to smacking, cunnilingus, golden showers, and subjects which are designed to appeal to femdoms, sexually submissive men and women, and the gay community. So if you find any of that offensive, this is not for you.

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My name is Joe Rattenbury. I am twenty-nine years old. I run, swim and work out a lot, so I keep myself in pretty good trim. Until recently, I lived with my bisexual femdom owner, Rebecca. She is about ten years older than me.

We jointly owned a small semi-detached house in London. We met online via a Subs and Doms website. She needed a slave, and I needed a Mistress to satisfy my kinky ways. She was a Ward Sister in a big London hospital, and I was a self-employed carpenter-joiner. As her slave, I was never allowed to wear clothes in the house. According to her, nakedness is a reminder of my place in the pecking order of things, and being naked is healthy for the inferior gender. Kinky sod that I am, I like being naked in front of women, so no worries on that score. But, maintaining her expensive wardrobe and keeping that in tip-top condition, means we can’t afford clothes for a mere slave anyway.

Rebecca is about five feet five. She has long black hair hanging down to her waist. I spend hours brushing her hair, I used to enjoy her long hair falling over my cock and balls as I brushed it. She uses the same hairbrush to discipline me.

She has a small, but good figure, and until today, I had always enjoyed licking her pussy clean, particularly when she has just finished work, and she is ot and sweaty, and her panties or thong are smelling of her lovely golden nectar. She never removes either to piss, and I did so enjoy licking her pussy when she has pissed through it a few times.

As you can imagine, behind closed doors we had enjoyed an excellent femdom/sub relationship! I was her sex slave, happy to obey and be her loyal and obedient partner. I even enjoyed being spanked when she had a hard day at work.

To the outside world, we would appear as a normal couple. No hint of the kinky lifestyle we kept hidden behind closed doors. I barely knew the neighbours, rarely did we eat out, we simply couldn’t afford it, and her expensive wardrobe and sex toys meant there was never money to spare. All too often, we were overdrawn. Rebecca often talked about taking me to a CFNM party. That sounded like fun, I would have enjoyed being naked by ordered to do whatever these ladies wanted me to do, I love licking clit, so a CFNM party was something I fantasised about, but nothing ever came of it.

We watched a lot of porn on the internet. Though I rarely saw much; Rebecca would watch, while I would suck and lick her pussy and feet, and be her human toilet which invariably meant an ass-spanking session because she expected me to drink all her piss in one gulp. Sometimes, we might re-enact a particularly kinky scene that took her fancy.

When I was alone, I enjoyed wearing her soiled underwear. She never bothered to take her panties off to piss, and I used to enjoy wearing her soiled panties over my head. Her soiled panties were always the last garment I would lovingly wash by hand. She escort bursa didn’t know I masturbated regularly in her panties until she installed CCTV. Then she caught me red-handed wanking in her underwear. I had a sore ass for weeks following that one. From that point on, she kept me locked in a chastity cage whenever she was out of the house. There was only one key, and she kept that on an expensive gold necklace I had been allowed to buy her.

Being self-employed. It had not been difficult to fit my work around Rebecca’s shifts. I would arrive home at least two hours before her. Have a quick shower, and prepare her meal for when she arrived home, I would greet her, naked except for the cock cage of course. Rebecca considered it disrespectful if I did not have an erection when she came home, and it is not easy getting an erection when you can’t touch it.

As soon as she stepped through the doorway, she would unlock my cock cage, after inspection to ensure I was erect, she would smack or fondle of my cock and balls, then sit down while I served her meal. Naturally, I was expected to give foot and pussy worship while she was eating.

Today was different. I greeted her in the usual way, but she did not unlock my cock cage. Instead, she ordered me to fetch an eighteen-inch chain and two padlocks. After serving her meal, I was required to secure my cock cage to the ring bolt in the floor under the dining room table. This meant I could not stand. I could only kneel.

I took no notice of the smart red sports car which pulled up behind my owner’s rather scruffy old Austin Allegro five minutes after she came home.

As soon as my mistress sat down, I removed her thong as I had been trained to do. This task was not easy because the chain between cock cage and ring bolt was too short.

Rebecca preferred to wear a thong at work; she never took it off, not even to pee. So at night, when she was asleep, one of my tasks was to suck it clean, press it neatly, and ensure it was warm, and ready to be put back on clean for her next shift.

My head was between my mistress’s thighs pleasuring her pussy when two smart ladies exited from the sports car, and walked into our home unannounced.

If I wanted to avoid that hairbrush, it was advisable to ensure Rebecca had an enjoyable orgasm. So when these ladies entered our home, I was busy flicking my mistresses’ clit with my tongue, Her pussy already swollen, embraced my mouth. Before the arrival of these two smart ladies. Rebecca’s first orgasm usually came quickly, and I would savour the taste of her hot love juices before swallowing. When satisfied, she would squirt. If I was quick enough, I could usually capture the salty, slightly bitter urine before it spilt onto the floor. If I allowed it to spill, it was hairbrush time again. This I did not enjoy. I would be forced to lick up her piss, then wipe the floor spotlessly clean with my annual Christmas present, a six inch square of J-cloth.

Until today, I was happy licking and sucking Rebecca’s pussy, I had enjoyed tasting and swallowing her orgasm, and was awaiting my mistress to squirt. The squirt happened, but at the time, I was admiring two pairs of magnificent stockinged legs. Rebecca’s pint of piss hit my right ear. Two pairs of expensive high-heeled shoes were splashed by Rebecca’s piss. Expensive, high-heeled shoes that covered the feet of two pairs of magnificent and shapely female legs. I could only dream of the heavenly places at the top of those elegant understandings.

‘Stupid sod!’ Said Rebecca as she tried to slap my bare back under the table. You’ve made me piss all over the floor, and I so much wanted to impress our visitors! Lick it up, and hand me the punishment paddle. No fucking hair brush smacking for you this time boy! Letting me down in front of guests like that. You’ll not sit comfortably on your ass for a long time to come when I’ve finished with you!’

Being anchored to the ringbolt by my cock cage, it was impossible to hand her the punishment paddle. But Mary, the taller of our two visitors, could, and she gingerly handed Rebecca the paddle between two elegant fingers.

Rebecca, realising she could not reach my ass. Rebecca was at one end of the dining room table, and my ass was sticking out of the other.

When I could see our visitors properly, I realised our glamorous visitors were not the usual run-of-the-mill femdom friends Rebecca occasionally invited it. ‘Friends’ who just happened to be passing, and wanted to watch Rebecca humiliating me, or perhaps get a pussy licking. Rebecca charged them twenty quid for that, but I never saw a penny of that, of course.

These two ladies looked extremely fit! They had bodies fit to die for. The gymnasium, swimming pool and running track were no strangers to these ladies. They were fit! Fit! Fit! Both wore extremely short, bright red miniskirts held at the waist by two simple ‘C’ clips. This alone marked them as high maintenance prostitutes, or perhaps members of the Island görükle escort femdom community. Rebecca’s favourite website..

Their long, expensively stocking legs boasted expensive mid-thigh garters. Brilliantly white blouses were knotted at the waist, showing off perfectly honed midriffs and breasts. They sat primly, legs crossed, exposing a full length of attractive, feminine leg from foot to perfectly rounded buttock.

When I was allowed to raise my head above tabletop height, I could see a generous display of breast. Their breasts strained against skin-tight blouses, barely managing to contain their precious cargo of luscious female flesh. At the moment, all I could see were those magnificent legs. How I wanted to kiss and caress them, and if allowed, I would willingly lick those lovely pussy’s bulging beneath those brilliantly white thongs partially stained with a few drops of their delicious golden nectar.

‘Nice to see he’s taking his vitamins Rebecca!’ Said Mary as she gracefully flicked her long blonde hair back over her lovely shoulder. She reluctantly handed Rebecca the rubber paddle between two of her long and slender fingers.

‘I am sorry you’ve caught me like this Mary, I thought I had trained this idiot slave to do as he’s been trained to do. But I’m afraid he’s let me down.’

‘Don’t worry, Rebecca. You carry on. Would you mind if Diane and I use your bathroom? We are quite desperate for a pee.

‘Don’t be silly Mary. Joe has been partially trained to be a human toilet, it’s just that he failed badly this time. Do sit down and drop your thongs on the floor, I’ll have him suck your thongs clean before you leave.’

‘How kind of you Rebecca, we would both be pleased to accept your hospitality.’

With that, both sat down at the dining room table, and I continued licking up Rebecca’s spilt urine, dreading the spanking I would soon receive.

Rebecca, now realising my ass was poking out from the wrong end of the dining room table for spanking, asked Mary if she would be kind enough to give my ass a few slaps with the eighteen inch heavy rubber paddle. Mary reluctantly agreed, and smacked my ass lightly three times.

‘Is three sufficient Darling?’

‘Not really, I usually give him a minimum of six, even when he’s done nothing wrong, A bakers dozen seems more appropriate, would you mind giving him another ten? Only this time please make it a full arm spank. And if he doesn’t start being a human toilet within the next thirty seconds, give him as many as you like!’

I willingly took that hint. My dream had come true, I was going to be given the chance to drink their second most precious gift, (The first being their white love juices) I opened and placed it over Mary’s sweet warm pussy. Mary delivered ten slaps of the lightest smacks possible. Not even half as hard as Rebecca’s slaps would have been.

Mary and Diane were most thoughtful. They made swallowing their lovely piss so easy, feeding me a mouthful at a time, which allowed me to savour each delicious mouthful. It was so pleasant relieving these beautiful women, and I silently prayed they would drink a lot of liquid while they were with us. And what a treat to have a smacked ass that did not leave my ass red, bruised and too sore to sit after a spanking.

‘Right, lets get straight down to business Rebecca,’ Said Mary, ‘As you know, we’ve been monitoring Joe 24/7 for a couple of months now, we’ve bugged his computer, he has no living relations, his only friends seem to be from his navy days, they don’t seem to keep in touch, so I’m reasonably sure he won’t be missed if he suddenly disappears. He ticks all the right boxes relating to suitability, he’s subservient, likes giving oral, seems infatuated with the female form, in fact ideal slave material for being owned by a femdom. He’s also got talents George, our senior slave is in need of. Not only that, but George is pretty sure he knows Joe from a few years back.’

‘And if we go for it, you’ll look after the sale of the house, flight, packing etc?’ Asked Rebecca.

‘Yes. Of course, we will. I’ve got enough recruits for a flight to the Island tomorrow. Noon departure. Refuelling twice, East and West coast of the U.S. We’ll be refuelling at femdom communities with their airstrip. We only need one stop, but meeting other femdom communities is good for friendly relationships and the occasional exchange. Both communities have a large swimming pool and the chance to relax. We usually have some friendly competitions, all sexually oriented, of course, their subs and dommes versus our subs and dommes. Subject to there being no complications with STI checks, I can promise kinky fun with strangers. Good experience for our subs and doms who want to work in the Pleasure Palace and associated industries.

Don’t worry about a thing. All you have to do is pack your bag, ceremonial burning of Joe’s clothes, all except trainers and steel-capped boots and the like, my girls in the office will get the best price they can for the remaining household goods.

Then it’s a trip to the airport in a coach with blacked out windows, all legal, customs will check us out on the coach. Then it’s a back door entrance to the aeroplane, with forty ‘wannabe’ naked trainee subs and semi-naked dommes. All under twenty-five, and we’re off to get a sun tan! My Estate Agency will look after the sale of the house, proceeds from the sale will be invested on your behalf. You don’t need money; everything is free for Island residents. But I’ll give you a thousand U.S. dollars for incidentals, if you spend a hundred of that, I shall be surprised, so what do you think?’

‘I like the sound of it. It all sounds good to me Mary.’

‘Okay, when Joe has finished enjoying Diane’s piss, I need to have a word with him. I haven’t spoken to him yet, and I have to be sure this is what he wants. But bearing in mind the lifestyle he is being offered, compared to the lifestyle he has here in the UK, I think he would be a fool to refuse. Two points you need to consider carefully, though:

1) Are you sure you want to have Tony? Tony indeed has a massive cock; It’s also true he’s six foot six of solid muscle; but he is a penny short of the full shilling Rebecca! And he does have a history of violence!

2) Are you also sure you can meet the fitness level demanded by our Owner Femdoms? If you can’t. You will find it tough until you can meet the Island fitness standards. From the looks of Joe I can’t see him having too much of a problem, probably a sore ass for the first few days, but assuming he can live with that he should be okay.’

‘The Owner Femdoms insist we all look good for our guests. Kinky sex and pornography is what they come to the Island for. Even if we are not directly involved, the Owner Femdoms insist residents must all look good physically. Male slaves must have a nine inch cock, hence the mandatory Cock Enhancement Programme for all men with cocks under nine inches. Neither gender must carry more than a few ounces of spare fat, and the owners insist they must have clearly defined bodily muscle, hence the emphasis on exercise. If you can’t meet the required standards after six weeks, you’ll have to consider your options.’

Rebecca assured Mary she felt sure she could tame Tony. After all, she had never found difficulty training a slave before, so why should it be a problem now? But the fitness standard worried her; she had a good figure, and weight was not a problem. But running two miles in fourteen minutes, five days a week? Followed by thirty minutes ‘Beasting’ in the gym? She was not so sure about that. But she was prepared to put up with a bit of discomfort if it meant she could mistreat the Inferior gender to her heart’s content.

My mind was working overtime! I was fuming, I wanted to put my hands around Rebecca’s throat and squeeze! Not one word of Island membership had been discussed with me. I knew she was interested in the Island lifestyle, she looked at their website often enough, and liked what she had seen. But I knew very little about that way of life. Financially, it made sense from what little I knew, but Rebecca and I had not discussed living there; I knew snippets about the lifestyle, such as all men were considered inferior, and therefore never allowed to wear clothes, which was not a problem, I got a kinky kick out of being naked in front of women.

But what about the house? Half of that belonged to me. What about VD, I loved giving oral and didn’t fancy the idea of contracting some exotic infection from sucking pussy. What about medical facilities? What about returning to the UK if life on the Island was not quite what I expected? Those and a hundred other questions needed answers. But deep down, I knew I would most likely be the one putting a match to the bonfire of my clothes!

It seemed I was to be cast aside in favour of a slave with a cock twice the size of mine. A slave who was built like a brick shithouse, and a had the brain of an imbecile. That didn’t bother me either. If I were destined to be a slave to exotic creatures like these beautiful ladies, splitting from Rebecca was not a problem.

‘May I have permission to speak please?’ I asked quietly. I was still still angry, and still sitting under the dining room table, locked in a cock cage, and chained to a ringbolt in the floor. I had stopped licking up Rebecca’s piss. That, and all things associated with Rebecca, now seemed utterly repulsive.

‘Of course you can, Joe. We haven’t had a chance to speak yet, and quite obviously, there is much you have not been told’ Said Mary, smiling kindly. She was looking down at me, not attempting to hide her magnificent cleavage. She was leaning over me, and those precious breasts seemed eager to escape from their thin transparent enclosure.

Mary glared in Rebecca’s direction; without speaking, she approached Rebecca, and ripped the key to my cock cage, snapping the gold necklace in the process.

Mary then gently released me from my cock cage, and lovingly handling my cock as she did so. Glaring at Rebecca, she threw the heavy steel chastity cage at Rebecca. It hit her squarely between her breasts, causing a cut in her left breast, which in turn caused Rebecca to swear quietly.

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