Clare Part III

The Party


True to her word, Fiona hadn't even started with me.

I was kept hanging in the stable for three more nights and two full days. I
spent most of the time wearing the leather hood and heard and saw nothing. I
was fed nothing except water. The mysterious blond arrived and changed my
water bottle on a regular basis and roughly jerked me off about eight times a
day. It was hell. I screamed for her to leave me alone but she never spoke.
The water was starting to taste a bit rakish in fact the water was starting to
taste worse than rakish, it dawned on me then that the reason the water tasted
like piss was because it was.

Fiona arrived every evening and removed the hood for a few minutes so I could
be up dated on how my wife was enjoying her new man.

On Friday evening she came in and lowered me to the floor. She pulled the
helmet off my head.

I collapsed before her.

"Please Mistress Fiona. What do you want from me I'll do anything, anything.
Please I beg you, no more of this." I sobbed at her feet.

"We have a long way to go, this is just warming you up for what I really want
to do to you." Fiona informed me. She stood over me dressed in black leather
over coat that was unbuttoned. She stood with her hands on her hips legs
apart, under the coat she wore a grey satin blouse and charcoal grey skirt and
black knee length boots. I slobbered over her boots kissing them begging to be
released she watched for a minute or so, obviously enjoying what she was
seeing and what she was molding me into. She squatted down in front of me
pulling my head back by the hair.

"Please Mistress Fiona please I'll do anything. Anything please, please no
more." I sobbed.

"And what do you think you can do for me that I won't make you do? You have no
money so you can't buy your way out of this. I am stronger and smarter than
you, so you can't fight or trick your way out of this. The way I see it your
whole purpose in life is to be tortured and tormented by me until I decide to
do something else, so you will do anything anyway. You will suffer like no
other slave I have ever trained before."

She stared down at me "Believe me wee man you have only started to experience
what is in line for you. Absolute and complete obedience is what I require
from you and by the time I have finished with you won't recognize yourself.
You're already starting to drink my urine it's not 100% yet but it will be
soon and you'll thank me for every drop, then we'll move on to something a wee
bit more substantial shall we say?" She smiled at me and let my head drop.

"Total and absolute obedience, nothing less is what I expect and I will accept
nothing less. D'you understand me wee man?"

"Yes Mistress Fiona I will ... ."

"Oh I know you will, but we have a few more days and a lot more suffering
before I think you're ready." With that she replaced the hood, and hauled me
up and suspended me. Right out of the blue she attacked me with the whip. Ten
lashes again across my back, arse and the top of my legs, she drew blood from
a couple of places. I cried uncontrollably I couldn't take much more of this.

Sometime later someone, almost certainly the mute blonde, changed my water
bottle and jerked me off very roughly four times again. The bucket that was
tied to my balls was almost half full Fiona always untied it before she
lowered me and retied as she left, it swung between my legs and was starting
to cause more pain than anything else. I was in absolute agony from the welts
that covered my body as the result of a number of severe whippings, my cock
had been rubbed raw by the crazy fucking blonde, my shoulders were being
pulled out of their sockets, and the bucket was stretching my scrotum by the
millimeter every hour or so. I hadn't eaten in four days I had only drank
diluted urine and I hadn't slept for four days that was my little lot in a
nutshell and I could see no end in site.

Saturday morning crawled around and again in my black hell I sensed that
someone had come to visit I had no idea who it was but I felt the bucket being
untied which in itself caused considerable pain. I was lowered and I collapsed
to my knees the spreader prevented me from kneeling and I fell onto my front a
leash was hooked to the D ring in my collar and I was pulled to my feet and
led outside. I staggered to my feet and hobbled out I was still blind and
stumbled about like a fool. The morning air was cold but I welcomed it. We
came to a halt and I stood naked, hobbled and handcuffed then I was hit with
water blasted at me from a hose, the cold water jerked me out of my funk, the
hard force of the water shocked me I stumbled and fell the hose was played up
and down my body concentrated on my groin then I was then scrubbed with a
brush, my welts stung and I cried in pain, the hose was reapplied as I assumed
I was rinsed, eventually I was dragged away again across the some loose
ground. I was stopped and the spreader bar between my ankles was removed so
were the handcuffs. I was given a towel and I dried myself. I was forced to my
knees and I waited in the darkness. After a few minutes my hood was removed
and I knelt before Fiona

"Saturday already wee man," Fiona informed me. She was casually dressed in
jeans and a sweat shirt.

"We have a big day planned. I'm hosting a party here tonight. Clare will be
here with her new man, Janet and her slut and a few other friends with their
sluts or boyfriends or both depending on their mood. I want you to help myslut
get this place ready. She knows what is required. Don't let me down wee man or
it will be back to the stable for you."

"I won't Mistress Fiona I promise."

She smiled. I was terrified of her and she knew it.

"Good boy" she muttered with as much condescension as she could manage. Then
she took the leash in her hand and led me through the backdoor like a dog.

I was taken into the kitchen where the blonde was busy at the sink peeling
potatoes.

"Myslut" Fiona called and the mysterious blonde turned around and fell to her
knees as was the requirement when Fiona entered the room.

"Í want you and Clare's slut to work together on this, split the load in half
do what ever is require to be done, but I want no excuses for not being ready
on time. Do I make myself clear?" She asked. The veiled threat not lost on
either of us

"Yes Mistress Fiona." We answered in unison.

"Get on with it."

Fiona left the room and I was left kneeling by the door still naked. The
blonde woman got to her feet and approached me as she got to the door it
became obvious that she wasn't a she at all!

We looked at each other.

"You'll need some clothes," he said and gave me an apron that was hanging
behind the door. For three night's I had been jerked off by this bastard, but
he looked at me and I could see he was as scared of Fiona as I was and if she
had told me to do it I'm sure I would have obeyed her. He then gave me a list
of things that Fiona wanted done by five o'clock. Nine hours.

There was a lot of cooking, a lot of cleaning, a lot of moving. A lot of work.
I was ravenous and I needed something to eat before I started.

We didn't see Fiona for most of the morning as Myslut and I peeled potatoes,
prepared vegetables, cooked various bits and pieces. We removed the furniture
from one room and organized other rooms, beds were made, and the place was
polished and vacuumed from top to bottom. Desserts were made; bottles were
brought up from the cellar and wiped clean.

After a simple lunch we made potato salads, Green salads, tossed salads, the
meat for the barbeque was thawed and prepared, sandwiches were made tables
were set up and set. Wood was cut for the fire places around the house and the
barbeque.

At about four thirty Fiona returned as I was putting the finishing touches to
some fried rice that was going out to the Bay Marie in the dining room, I
dropped to my knees.

"You two have done well I'm impressed." I knelt before her staring at the
floor before her feet.

"Thank you Mistress Fiona." In all honesty I had enjoyed the challenge and
although Myslut and I rarely spoke I sensed that he had got something out of
it too. She led us around the house the lights were the last thing to be hung
and that took us just a few minutes before we were finished.

"Right wee man come with me I'm going to get you ready. You!" She spoke to her
husband, "get ready and be down here at six thirty. Do you understand me you
fucking idiot?"

"Yes Mistress Fiona," he meekly replied

I was taken up to Fiona's bedroom and she told me to get into the shower.
Nair, hair remover was spread all over my body and the hair that had grown in
the last week fell away. I dried myself and Fiona sprayed me in perfume. I was
given a robe to wear and she she set about making me up. She shaved off my
eyebrows and then she applied a mask and I got an instant tanned complexion,
she spent some time on my eyes replacing my eye brows with thin lines she
applied mascara and eyeliner, she gave my cheeks some colour and my lips and
she seemed happy with what she saw. She then put a dark brown wig in my head
and combed it out . When she had finished and she spun the chair around to
face the mirror. I didn't recognize myself.

She then gave me fitted my penis restraint, something I hadn't missed and she
gave a black pair of lace knickers and a matching bra and suspender belt, She
padded the bra with some socks.

"A course of hormones will soon fill these cups out, she told me as if I was
concerned." She gave me a pair of black nylons to pull on and a simple black
dress and a white apron. I stood before the full length mirror and shook my
head. I looked quite attractive.

"And that wee man is how you will always look when you come to my house
anything short of that and I will take you back out to the stables. Do we
understand each other?"

"Yes Mistress Fiona." I replied stunned at what she was turning me into. She
then painted my nails and put a small cap on my head and I was ready to start
work.

The first guests started to arrive at about seven I answered the door and led
them through to Fiona. The first foursome was two young couples Jill and Jenny
was all that I needed to know, the men were insignificant. Jill and Jenny
turned out to be Fiona's nieces; their mother would be along shortly I heard
them say.

Before very long about twenty people had gathered and the place was beginning
to resemble a party. I hovered around with a tray of drinks and returned to
the kitchen when to replenish my stock. A couple of slaves were sent down to
the kitchen and Myslut had them washing up and cleaning. I noticed Janet, she
looked at me but didn't recognize me until Fiona told her I was Clare's slut.

"Come here." Fiona ordered. I curtsied as I was told to do

"Tell Mistress Janet who you are."

"I'm Mistress Clare's slut Mistress Janet." I replied.

Janet laughed. "I didn't recognize you. You look so ... different."

"Thank you Mistress Janet."

Janet lifted the hem of my skirt and grabbed balls and grasped the restraint.

She laughed. "It's good to see that you're wearing it." And she explained how
she had teased me when Clare had first got it. I cowered before the two women
as they talked about me belittling and humiliating me as I acknowledged what
they said with a stupid grin.

Janet was a petite woman, small physically no more than five two in her bare
feet and only a little over a hundred pounds, but she was a vicious, sadistic
little spitfire who had brought me crashing to a heap in only a few seconds
and I didn't want to tangle with her tonight. She looked at me and enjoyed my
discomfort. She was dressed in a navy blue dress and looked very attractive.

"Run along" Said Fiona and I obeyed.

When I returned to the party Clare was there. She was wandering around with a
man on her arm and I can't describe what or how I felt. I've never felt so
gutted in my life. I have known Clare for almost twenty years, she is the only
woman I have ever really loved, and to see her so close to another man was
cataclysmal. I offered her and her partner a drink, and she didn't recognize
me until I spoke.

"My God!" She said in absolute disbelief, "what a transformation."

I moved on before she could say anything else.

There were two types of slave at the party. Boy slaves, who were stripped
naked and in the main knelt beside their Mistresses, and Trannies, men dressed
as maids as I was. There were four Trannies; Myslut, Janet's husband Colin who
was called Colleen, me and someone I hadn't spoken to yet and there were four
boy slaves. I gave a drink to a woman sitting by the fire, her name she
informed me was Dorothy and her boy was Toto. Slaves weren't allowed to drink
or eat unless fed by their Mistress and Dorothy fed her boy by hand and had
asked me for a bowl so that Toto could have a drink. The boys were all in peak
condition they appeared to be in their mid twenties good looking and they all
seemed to be very well endowed. I counted about six boys but they all looked
so similar I might have counted the same one twice. I met Mistress Shirley
possibly the oldest lady present her slut was the one tranny I hadn't spoken
to.

Shirley was in her early forties and her husband /slut was nearly fifty and
didn't look too bad considering what I can only imagine she put him through.
Shirley was keen to look under my skirt and was disappointed when she found I
was fitted with a restraint.

"Who has the key?" She asked

" Mistress Fiona," was my reply

"Are you one of her stable?" She enquired.

'No Mistress I belong to Mistress Clare but she has lent me to Mistress Fiona
for the weekend."

"Interesting, I might want to use you later."

"Thank you Mistress," and I walked away with my tray.

Fiona's niece's were in one of the rooms the front of the house that was off
limits I heard voice's coming from down there and I was about to advise them
that the room wasn't to be used but their conversation prevented me from
saying anything.

"Don't make me strip you David." I heard one of the girls say.

"Please I'm not ready for this." He tried, but the young women lost their
patients with him and attacked him.

He was taller and physically bigger than both of the girls but they had so
much more drive and determination and in no time at all they had him begging
for mercy

Jill was a tall blonde about five ten slim with shoulder length hair she had
the unfortunate boy in a head lock and was pulling him over hip effortlessly
while Jenny, her twin, unbuttoned his fly and had a hand full of his nuts and
she appeared to be squeezing seven bells out of them. He squealed for them to
stop.

"Lets strip him Jen." And without any resistance at all the two young women
stripped him when I left them they had him naked and on his knees.

I returned to the Kitchen where Fiona and he sister Paula were chastising
Myslut for some misdemeanor. Paula and Fiona were obviously sisters, Paula was
a smaller version of her sibling. She was an inch or two shorter and a pound
or two lighter, but she looked as solid as Fiona, they both had a
Mediterranean complexion, an ancestor of the Armada survivors. Paula had
fierce black eyes and she looked at me, as Fiona ordered myslut to pull down
her knickers and bend over the table

"What have we got here Fi?" Paula asked her sister, taking a second to absorb
what was standing before her.

"A friend of mine doesn't want it any more, she asked me if I wanted it. I
said I'd see if I can use it"

This was the first time I'd heard the truth.

Fiona picked up a school cane that she kept in a cupboard that she kept there
for this purpose and she swished it.

"And can you?" Paula enquired.

"Can I what?"

"Use it"

"It's early days yet, lots of training still to be done with it before I make
up my mind" Paula pulled up the hem of my skirt and pulled the front of my
knickers down, it seemed to be the standard thing to do a quick inspection,
but Paula like Shirley before was disappointed to see I was wearing a
restraint.

"Who has the key?" she asked

"I do." Fiona replied. She had her husband over the table.

"Hold her Paula." Fiona told her sister.

"Go and hold myslut over the table," Paula ordered me. I did as I was told and
Fiona brought the cane down on his arse.

"One! Thank you Mistress Fiona" myslut yelled.

All of us maids were ordered to watch Fiona then Paula give myslut ten lashes
of the cane. I held him as he wept in silent agony. His backside was mincemeat
when Paula delivered the last blow.

"I'd give you one between the legs if you had anything there" Paula said
mockingly.

"Turn over and show the girls here what happens to one of my sluts who
disobeys me." ordered Fiona. Myslut rolled on to his back on the table and we
saw what Fiona had done to him; he had a tiny penis maybe an inch long and he
had no balls. She had castrated him.

"Fuck me around once. I'll take one ball, that's usually enough, most sluts,
even people as stupid as yourselves understand that. Fuck me around twice and
I'll make you into a fucking eunuch, which is a contradiction in terms, and
I'm not too fussy about how I remove them."

She put the cane back in the cupboard. She was dressed in a simple navy blue
dress that showed plenty of cleavage and was split up the seam to almost her
hip, she wore black stockings, the top of which seemed to mesmerize me. There
was total silence in the kitchen.

Fiona looked at me.

"I will train you to obey without thinking, you will never disobey me,
question me, hesitate, or do a single thing to piss me off, you will be
thoroughly trained and any disobedience will be severely dealt with. Do I make
myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes Mistress Fiona." We all replied.

"Get back to work."

I collected a number of opened beer bottles and was about to leave the kitchen
when Paula called me back.

"Kneel" Paula ordered. I immediately fell to my knees. "Can I have the key
Fiona?" Paula asked. In Fiona's hand bag was a key ring and one of the keys
fitted the restraint, my cock flopped out of it's plastic cage as Paula
unfastened it, she stroked me a couple of times and I grew in her hand.

"He's got quite a bit here Fi." Paula commented as she pulled me to an
erection. The smaller version of Fiona stood over me in a black skirt and
slate grey blouse that was open to reveal a very comfortable cleavage Paula's
hair was short just covering her ears and touching her collar. She had the
same fierce black eyes that Fiona had, and she dared me to look into them as
she jerked me closer to the edge. Fiona watched as her sister as she wanked
me, then she stopped.

"I'm taking this down to one of the rooms. Which ones are made up?"

"All of the bedrooms upstairs are made, take your pick but don't use mine."
Fiona told her Paula fastened a leash to my collar and I followed her on my
hands and knees.

Paula led me up the stairs and along the hall to one of the bedrooms.

She closed the door and turned on one of the bed side lights.

"Stand up." She ordered I obeyed. "Undress me."

She was a big woman probably five ten in her stockings, but in her heels she
topped six foot and we were almost eyeball to eyeball as I unbuttoned her silk
blouse. I undone the buttons, and pulled the blouse out of her skirt. I hung
the blouse on a hanger. She wore a slate grey satin bra. I undid the single
button above the zipper on the hip of her skirt, and pulled down the zip, her
skirt fell in a heap at her feet.

"Hang it up" I obeyed and hung her skirt on the same hanger as the blouse. I
pulled the slate grey lace trimmed half slip over her hips let it fall to her
feet. Paula stepped out of the satin pile and I folded it over a chair. She
stood before me in her glorious underwear. My cock throbbed under my skirt and
I longed to be a man for her. She wore a tiny pair of grey satin and lace
knickers with spaghetti sides that were pulled up high over her hips under her
suspender belt. I undid one of the suspender clips followed by the second and
peeled off one of her stockings the second quickly followed. I then unfasten
the clips on her suspender belt and the fine lace garment fell away. I laid it
across her slip on the chair and returned to unfasten her bra. No conversation
had taken place between us and as her breasts tumble out of her bra I gasped,
they were wonderful, large, and the colour of light coffee with large erect
hard nipples. I fell to my knees and removed her tiny lace knickers. She
strode over to the bed and lay on her back.

'Get your tongue working" She commanded and I instantly obeyed her, and buried
my face in her muff and my tongue searched for her clitoris.

I spent a long time between her legs, running my tongue from her clit to her
arsehole. I licked and sucked her until I was sore. She seemed insatiable.

I had only ever really had one girl friend and she became my wife I had
perfected my love making with Clare and had given her many orgasms but she
wasn't like Paula, Paula was a vicious nymphomaniac who was extremely
demanding and I was terrified of disappointing her, she rode my face, grinding
it deep into her she pulled and twisted. I was unable to meet her drive. "Get
on your back." She demanded, she pulled my skirt up and took my cock in her
hand I was rock hard and anxious to prove I could match her needs here. She
quickly impaled herself on my eight inches and rode me.

"Suck my tits." She shouted. I took one of her beautiful orbs into my mouth
and sucked on the nipple like a thirsty child. She rode me to a shuddering
climax that quickly became two, then three. I was glad I could help her enjoy
this moment, but the moment became a minute. I just wanted to hold on I had
had a number of horrible hand jobs recently and this was different, very
different, it certainly wasn't love, but it was a very far cry from what I had
experienced in the stable. Just when I thought I would not be able to hold out
her cries ceased and she stopped and then slowly dismounted.

She rolled on to her back and lay beside me.

"Thank you Mistress." I managed. I had enjoyed the sex. I hadn't come,
something told me that if I had I wouldn't enjoy sex again.

We lay in silence for about a minute. I was still erect and desperately wanted
to get off, but Paula seemed satisfied finally and my erection no longer
interested her.

"Run the shower." She ordered, and I became the maid again.

It took me a while, after I had washed and dressed Paula, to groom myself. But
when I thought I was presentable I walked back to the kitchen to continue my
work.

The atmosphere had changed and the party was becoming quite lively, a few
drinks had loosened the crowd quite considerably. There was a race of some
sort taking place, the slaves were being ridden like horses and the women were
the jockeys. There were eight boy slaves and they were being hard ridden
around a demanding course around the house. It was a relay and the naked boys
seemed spent. I stood beside Mistress Janet she was riding in the next heat.

"Paula reckons that you're not a bad fuck."

"I try Mistress Janet."

"I might have a few more drink and find out for myself."

"Yes Mistress Janet."

I watched as the last competitor finished it was the guy who was in the front
bedroom with the two teenagers, David, he was ridden by Jill and she was
furious with him.

"You fucking useless prick," she spat, and she brought her crop down viciously
across his rump. He had already been hit a few times and his arse was
criss-crossed with welts. A group of young women no older than twenty
surrounded Jill and the unfortunate David, they commiserated with Jill for a
couple of seconds then turned their attention towards David who cowered before
them.

"Let's take it out to the stable girls," one of the quartet said. I shuddered;
the poor bastard. One of the girls was no more than sixteen swung her hand
between his legs and grabbed a handful of nuts and hauled him away followed by
the rest of the girls. I shook my head. What was the next generation of women
going to be like? If this was any indication, the male of the species wasn't
going to like their lot very much at all.

Janet pulled her skirt up to her thighs as she climbed on her thigh 'horse'.
The young man was in good physical condition and like the other 'horses' he
wore a bridle and had a bit in his mouth and a stirrup strap passed over his
back so that the woman sat comfortably on his back. Janet was a small woman
just over a hundred pounds but beside her Fiona mounted her steed and the poor
bloke almost buckled under her weight. I felt for him because Fiona would be
merciless if her team lost. The race was a relay, the course threaded through
the house returning to the dining room, where we stood now, where the woman
changed riders, there were four women to a team, and four teams per heat.

Each woman was given a crop and each woman, I was certain, knew how to use it.

"Under starters orders." Someone said; "And there off." The horses were driven
across the dining room and as they disappeared into the passage that ran down
the back of the house Janet led by a length and Fiona was the last to leave
the room her charge already showing signs of wilting. We moved to the front of
the house and waited for the first horse to turn the corner. It was Janet she
had extended her lead two lengths "Kate's second," someone beside me told no
one in particular, surprisingly Fiona was third and the forth was a bit
further behind Louise, a red headed American woman, brought her mount around
the corner, "Fiona knackered him," she laughed, meaning Fiona had used her
crop on Louise's mount flicking him between the legs and whipping his balls,
all perfectly legal, you couldn't whip the jockey, which seemed fair enough,
but the stallion was fair game. As they came down the home straight next
riders got ready. Carmen a tall willowy woman replaced Janet and she thrashed
her mount across the dining room.

"You've ripped his ball bag," Louise laughed and a quick glimpse at the blood
running down the inside of his thigh confirmed that Fiona had done a pretty
good job.

"If that slut leaks on to my carpet, he'll wish he had been a born a gelding I
promise you." Fiona spat looking at the crippled male with no sympathy what so
ever.

"Looks like you're out of the race then Louise," Fiona chuckled.

"Not at all," someone said and tied a plastic bag around his scrotum and after
a quick jockey change, Denise, a blonde, jumped on the boys back and rode him
across the dining room to rejoin the race.

I circled with a tray of drinks mainly wine, and the women were consuming a
lot they were getting drunk they were starting to enjoy themselves and it
didn't look good for the male population. I notice Clare with her boyfriend,
he wasn't a sub but that didn't mean that they wouldn't make him one and I
wanted to see what would happen to him as the evening progressed the second
lap ended with all four horse's arriving together Carman gave her mount an
angry parting shot with her crop before handing over to Kate a slim raven
haired woman in her thirties dressed in a black pants, the only woman to
attend not wearing a dress or skirt. Liz a tall willowy blonde rode Fiona's
team into the lead as they scurried across the floor for the back corridor,
she was closely followed by Kate and Marilyn another American woman, Marilyn
rode the 'horse' with the bag tied around his scrotum, and narrowly in last
place was a tiny attractive woman in her twenties who had a small frame but a
terribly sadistic nature she swung her crop between the legs of Kate's
charger, the poor bloke squealed like a pig and collapsed bringing Kate down
and Carol the Sadist chased the next obstacle in her path, but if anything the
'busted ball bag' was spurred on, either by the thought of having his balls
whipped again, or maybe Marilyn was forcing something extra out of him, the
'horses' were slowing, and the women beat them mercilessly, I didn't envy
them. Marilyn came down the home straight slightly ahead of Liz, Carol was
almost in range and Liz was driving her horse almost standing in the saddle
really whipping him, how he managed to survive the last few meter's was a
testament to their strength, Marilyn, just edged ahead of Liz and Carol, and
Kate came in about a quarter of a lap behind them. They went into the final
lap, a small woman by the name of Vivien led the way she was the lightest
rider he had carried, and the small blonde took off across the dining room
floor for the last time a couple of lengths clear, followed by Jackie, another
Scot, the teams were starting to make sense to me because Vivian, I noticed
earlier in the evening, had an American accent Fiona and Paula were cheering
on Jackie who I learned was Scots as was Liz. So at the moment Vivian (USA)
led by a couple of lengths from Jackie (Scotland) and those two were both
pulling away from Christine a stocky hard faced woman , she stood in the
saddle and her charge collapsed. He was shattered, Christine flayed him he was
in tears his arse was raw and bleeding but Christine was merciless, She
dragged him to his hands and knees and remounted him. The crowd was cheering
it really was quite exciting as The Nurses drew level with the Aussies as I
discovered listening to the calls. Christine got her charge away and the two
of them battled it out down the back of the house. Half a lap ahead Vivian
whipped her horse down the home straight, she stood and beat the boy savagely,
this was the boy with the ripped ball bag, Jackie was two lengths behind and
couldn't gain no matter how hard she beat her ride. And Vivian won the heat
followed by Jackie who was the anchor rider for Fiona's team, they were in the
semi final, all attention returned to the home straight as The Nurses last
rider, Katy was narrowly ahead of Christine and the Aussie hopes. Christine
caught the nurses horse a meter from the line slapping her crop between his
legs and splattering his balls and Christine finished third, and the poor
nurses horse was dragged to his feet and I had to feel for him he was
literally out on his feet totally exhausted and he was subjected to a gauntlet
of fury from the nurses Katy and the tiny sadistic Carol dragged the poor
bastard away flogging him as they went. I returned to the kitchen and
replenished my tray.

I was told to bring some empty glasses back and returned to the fray, where I
was confronted by Shirley dangling a small key from a ring.

"Come with me." She said evenly and I followed her back to the same bedroom
where Paula had fucked me earlier.

"Get undressed." Shirley ordered and she locked the door behind her.

Shirley was, I estimated in her early forties, she wore her hair short it was
light brown with blonde streaks, she had sharp features and although she
wasn't what I considered to be attractive she certainly wasn't ugly. She
dressed very elegantly a bit too up market for this party I thought.

I quickly stripped and knelt at the end of the bed head bowed. Shirley wore a
simple black dress that she removed in a couple of seconds. She wore a black
lace bra and black lace knickers, she was slim with a flat stomach and if she
had children you couldn't tell by looking at her. She unclipped her stockings
from her lace suspender belt and looked at me.

"I want a hard fucking, don't disappoint me, she quickly removed her underwear
and finally unlocked my chastity devise. My cock sprang out of it confinement.
She gripped me and slowly stroked me to a full erection She lay back on the
bed grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her groin.

"Off you go, and don't stop 'til I tell you to."

She ordered me all over her body, clit, nipples, arsehole. She told me exactly
what she wanted.

"Stick your cock in me a little way and suck my tits." She demanded and I
obeyed

"Now get on top and bang me like there's no tomorrow, disappoint me and there
may not be!" I drove my cock into her for about ten minutes. I was knackered
when she told me to stop.

"Get on your back." Shirley ordered and when she was happy that I was hard
enough for her she slid down my cock. "Suck my nipples" and she slowly rose to
her climax. I had managed to give her an orgasm and I was pleased with myself
Her orgasm was the first of quite a few and I lay beneath her as she shuddered
and quietly moaned for ten or twelve minutes as she purred her contentment.
Then she stopped and rolled off of me and lay beside me.

"I enjoyed that. I might use you again later."

"Thank you Mistress Shirley" I mumbled and lay quietly beside her. Her hand
came across and she ran her fingers down the length of my cock that was still
erect she wrapped her fingers around my balls and squeezed.

"I love torturing a man's balls,' and she squeezed tighter. She got off of the
bed and pulled me with her. She stood in front of me and pulled my balls up to
my stomach.

"You want to be tall, get up on your tip toes," and she wrenched my balls up
hauling with all of her might lifting me up, pulling me to my tip toes and
then the next second she reefed my balls to the carpet and I crashed to my
knees, squealing in agony.

'Now get down to where you belong, on your knees. Whenever you see me you will
automatically fall to your knees and beg to kiss my feet. Do you understand
me?" She yelled her entire personality changing before my eyes.

"Yes Mistress Shirley." I whimpered as she ground my balls together.

"Get a man by the balls and you have his undivided attention don't you?"

"Yes Mistress Shirley" I meekly replied

"Yes Mistress Shirley," she mimicked. She released her grip for a second and
bent over and reached between my arse cheeks and grabbed my balls from behind
and pulled them with all of her might.

"Kiss my feet." She ordered and I scrambled to obey her. She ground and
twisted my balls in her hand making me squeal like a stuck pig."

"Oh please Mistress Shirley!" I begged

"Shut up!" She yelled, crushing my balls in her hands mercilessly. I slurped
over her feet, sucking each toe, kissing and licking as directed, but never
for a second did she slacken her grip on my balls. She pulled them, then
separated each one and squeezed them between her thumb and forefinger.

"Let's go for a pop shall we?"

"Please Mistress Shirley, please don't please" I cried. I was in agony, tears
ran down my face she was really hurting me, and I was terrified she was going
to crush my balls. My antics encouraged her to inflict more pain rather that
offer a measure of pity and I honestly believe she would have pop one or both
of my balls if Clare, my wife, hadn't walked in.

"You're making a lot of noise," Clare said.

"They usually do when you're trying to bust their balls don't you find?"

Clare looked at Shirley. "They aren't your balls to bust, they're mine and
I'll decide when and where to bust them, so put him down."

Shirley backed down and released her vice like grip of my balls.

"Thank you Mistress Clare," I sobbed.

Clare fastened her leash to my collar

"Let's go for a walk." She said and she led my out into the corridor. I was
naked and very conscious of the fact.

"Please Mistress Clare take me home please." I sobbed.

She laughed "The night is young, there is a lot more to be done with you
before the end of the evening." She led me into another bedroom about three
doors down.

The first thing I saw was Clare's boyfriend tied to a St Andrews, he was naked
and Fiona was stroking him to an erection.

"Kneel in front of him." Clare ordered. Fiona had removed her dress and stood
over me in a navy blue silk and lace bra, and a tiny black satin G string. I
cowered before her. She continued to stroke him pulling him to a nine inch
erection.

"He's got a wee bit Clare, more than this impotent fucker." She ridiculed.

'Kiss the tip of his cock." Fiona ordered.

"Oh No! Please Clare, don't make me. Please."

"Clare isn't asking you to I am. What did I tell you earlier this evening?
Fiona asked in a soft tone as she continued to pull Tony's dick.

"Instant obedience, Mistress Fiona."

"That's right, instant obedience, and what are you doing? Disobeying me! You
will obey me! You will beg to obey me, I promise. Take him to the stable Clare
give him to Jenny and Jill, they will soften him up and we will join them
later."

"No please I'm sorry I'm sorry."

"Kiss the tip of his cock," Clare ordered, still dress in a black sleeveless
dress. I dipped my head forward and kissed the tip of Tony's cock.

"Now kiss the shaft all the way down to its ball's." Fiona instructed. I did I
closed my eyes and kissed it eight or nine times.

Fiona hit me across the top of the head. "Put some feeling into it!" She
shouted. 'Kiss each testicle passionately then run your tongue along the
length of his cock slowly and convince me that it is the best thing you have
ever tasted or you're going out to the stable."

I did. I did as they demanded and as I reached the tip of his cock Clare
pulled my head back. "Now suck him off." She stared down at me. The Liverpool
accent was the only recognizable aspect of my wife she had become a hard
woman, vicious and sadistic. I cowered before the two women and took his cock
into my mouth sucking and slurping on his penis like it was my greatest treat.

My head bobbed up and down until I felt his knob against the back of my
throat.

"Swallow all of it you slut." Fiona spat. "You! Push it down his throat"

I choked on it I eventually got it right taking his cock until his balls
bounced on my chin.

"He really is quite good Clare I think the fucking slut has sucked cock
before." Fiona laughed.

"Have you?" Clare demanded to know.

I tried to say something.

Fiona hit me hard across the head again.

"Didn't anyone tell you its rude to talk with your mouthful."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Fiona called. It was Jackie one of the Scottish woman present.

"Oh now, don't they look cute?" She mocked "They're ready to run the semi's
Fiona, just waiting for you. You might want to bring them along, I think we're
a wee bit short of quality horses if you know what I mean."

My heart froze. Me? A horse it would kill me.

"Aye, Ok we'll be there as soon as this slut has finished what he's doing."

"You heard the lady hurry up." Clare demanded.

It took just a few seconds more before he blew his come over the back of my
throat.

I wasn't ready, I had no idea what to expect, but when it happened I nearly
choked.

"Swallow it! Swallow every fucking drop, you fucking cocksucker and suck his
balls dry. Fiona grabbed his wilting dick and wiped over my face. She smeared
his semen across my face

"Every drop; Do you hear me? Every fucking drop." Fiona demanded. "Come on
suck him dry" I chased his flaccid dick all over as Fiona rubbed it across my
face. She eventually pushed his dick back in my mouth and I sucked him dry.
When Fiona and Clare were happy that I had done exactly as they had told me I
let his limp penis slip from my lips and knelt before them a shattered man. I
cried quietly.

"Lets go," said Fiona, "and bring that one along too".