The Butler - Chapter 1, The Temptation free porn video

"Wanted: Butler/Personal Assistant for the members of a female household. Must be fit, energetic, willing to work unsocial hours and committed to servicing a demanding audience. Experience in the hospitality industry desired but not essential, training will be provided. Note: A firm one year minimum contract is offered. An excellent package will be offered to the right candidate. Apply to..." I felt I was a talented chef, but I'd spent years gruelling away in some of the best Kitchens. It was hard work where you where continually yelled at. I was good, and knew I could go it alone. This advert intrigued me, I'd often wondered about going into private service, I'd just never seen it advertised before. It was a chance to prove myself, and with the right employer get noticed or even sponsored into my own restaurant. "Go for it." Jane, my partner, was almost as desperate as I was for me to move up the ladder. We'd been together since leaving school, and she was almost more ambitious for me than I was. She had this exciting PA job in the music industry. Recently, she'd started going to these posh celebrity parties, and I was desperately worried she was going to leave me. On top of everything else, it made for an unhappy time. So I applied, was asked for an interview at a fairly anonymous agency, had to do a test meal, and found myself in what I was told was the final interview round. I showed up at this incredibly posh office, and was lead into an intimidating large office. A tall, fit man came out from behind a massive desk. He looked like the rugby type, the sort I'd always been both intimidated and dismissive of. He shook my hand and slapped my shoulder in false bonhomey. Such Alpha male behaviour always set my teeth on edge. It wasn't that I was a whimp, I played footie at the weekend, and swam at least 3 times a week. He led me over to a big armchair, then sprawled on a big sofa. "So, your one of the final few to make it through the screening. I must say I like you on sight. The last in was a fat slob who'd be a disgrace in my household. I've got discerning tastes you see, and have to have beautiful people around me." "Now, the job. It isn't a normal one you see. I've got what in old times would be called a harem." What the fuck? "In return for keeping a flock of pretty girls in luxury, they are kept secluded and away from the world somewhat. I don't want anyone but me to fuck them, and am more than a little paranoid about it. They're all highly sexed see, and if given the chance I'm sure my little vixens would be out there making like bunnies." He laughed at his own joke and I put on a feeble smile. This wasn't what I was expecting. "So, you see I won't get in some old hag to take care of them, because it would irritate me to have someone like that around. I want someone young and vibrant, yet can't get another girl because I'd probably start fucking her too, then would be out of a maid yet again. I've done that before you see." "So, I want a man to take care of them, but it's the 21st century see, and I can't go out an find a unick any more. Yet, I have to have someone unsexed around my girls. A friend of mine suggested something, and I loved the idea. See this?" He held up this odd looking plastic thing and handed it over. "A male chastity device. Keeps your willy locked up and unable to get hard. Means I can have a man around the house yet be sure my girls are safe. I've used it for years on my butlers, and not a one has shagged my girls." He hands it to me, and I look at the weird device. It's clearly got space for an unerect cock curled around the two spaces for your balls. Mostly made of clear plastic with air holes plus there is worrying circuitry and an ominous but small key hole. "You put it on at the start of the work week, and it stays on. The electronics warn me if it's being tampered with and can give a nasty shock from a distance if that's the case." I sat there a bit stunned. "You have a..." he looked down at the papers in front of him, "long term girlfriend?" I nodded, not quite able to speak. "Only one?" His head shook. "OK, the key goes to her and she can take it off on your off day." Again he laughs at his own joke. "Uhmm, one day off?" "Yes. Six days a week on duty 24 hours a day. You get an hour designated exercise time a day, exercise is mandatory by the way. I won't have unfit servants. You get a sleep period when you're only on call and any free time not performing your duties." I gulp, this job was sounding worse and worse. Time to try to cut the interview short. As I was thinking how, he shocked me again. "Of course I pay for what I want. The base salary is ?250,000, and includes a private flat and a few other odd perks." I stop in my tracks and his eyes lock on mine. It's clear he knows how to hook people in. That was more money than I'd ever made if I counted even pennies found on the street. "It's a tough job. I realise that. It gets worse too. Not only do you have to do the cooking and service, I expect you to act as a personal servant to the girls. You help them dress, help with make up and hair, and generally attend to every whim. They can call you what they want, dress you how they want, get you to stand on one leg and sing 'Hail Hossana' if they want. They want a massage, you learn exactly how they like it. They want oral sex, you get on your knees and lap them up. You are there 24 hours a day to answer any whim of four very capricious but lovely women, plus tend to my far easier needs when I'm there. Capish?" I sat there silently, not quite believing what he said. Yet that number, ?250,000, kept floating in front of my eyes. "I said, do you understand the duties of the job?" "I... I think so, but... did you say oral sex?" He grinned like a cat just about to get the bird. "Yup. With my little safety device you can't enjoy it. It's just a service. I'd far rather they get spoilt than have them trying to sneak out of the house. Cock they get from me, tongue they get from you. So you understand?" "Good, let me lay it on even harder. This is about answering whims. You don't perform what they want to an adequate standard, and I'll be the judge of that, not them, you get a demerit. You get 10 demerits in a quarter you don't get the bonus." "Bonus?" "Oh, didn't I mention that? Yes, a quarterly bonus of another ?25,000. 10 Demerits and no bonus. 20 demerits and you're out on your ass. All salary and bonus is payable at the end of the year's contract. You get thrown out, you get none of it. As well as demerits there is a disciplinary procedure the girls can invoke themselves for more minor offences. It'll all in the contract you'll get if you're still interested." "Now, what did I forget? Oh yeah. ?250,000 base, ?25,000 bonus per quarter. A flat is included tax free in the basement of the house. It has completely separate access and I'm told it's nice though I've never been in it. Your girlfriend can use it during the week when you'll be mostly unavailable. Then there's an allowance that can be spent by you or your girlfriend at any of my businesses, and anything outside the allowance is at cost price." "Your... businesses?" He reeled off a list of luxury and fashion brands. "I think that's it. Oh, I did mention clothing didn't I? The girls get to choose what you wear?" I nodded, remembering something about that. "Yeah, I mention that to make sure you completely understand. They like to lark about and you'll almost certainly end up in frilly knickers and a skirt some day. Doesn't mean anything, and you look man enough to deal with the embarrassment. So, are you interested?" I sat in silence. The job was incredible, but at the same time, ?250,000 plus all the extras? I'd be mad to say no. That sort of money bought a lot of tolerance. "Uhh, if you don't mind I'd like to talk it through..." "With your other half? Have a backbone man! But all right, I'll give you until 8am tomorrow morning." He handed over a thick contract. "Call the number on the cover note. If you say yes they'll have a bike over to pick it up. You'll have a month's training in some of the skills you don't have like that makeup shit. There's a basic salary when you're under training payable immediately. You don't get possession of the flat until the day of the job. My current butler leaves service only then." "If you don't mind me asking, how many butlers have you had?" He laughed. "Less than you might think. I pay enough to make men live with the humiliation. The first one didn't last long, but the second was with me for two years before he moved onto another job in my group. I had a couple short tenures again, another year man, some more short stays, until the last again lasted for two years. He's just about to take a sabbatical before returning to work in my group again." I was comforted by that. Guys wouldn't stay that long then take another job with the man if it was that bad. I left, and walked the long way home to think. Jane was waiting when I got back. "First, the good news. It pays ?250,000 a year." I watched her jaw drop, then her eyes bugged as I told her the perks. Then she went silent as I described the job. I prudently left out the oral sex bit. "Johny, for that money I think it's worth a hard years graft even if the women are all bitchs." She giggled, "I can't wait to see you in a skirt." Then she went sober on me. "It's weird, but that sort of money is worth weird. It will set us up so well. I mean we could even open our own restaurant with that much. You as chef, me doing the front of house, just like we'd always talked about!" I'd thought of that too. "Funny, I haven't heard any stories about this guy, and he owns one of the big labels. I mean he's known to always have a couple gorgeous women on his arm, but this thing about the harem is an unknown." "Uhmm, the contract says you have to sign a confidentiality clause too." "Oh. That's OK, I'm not much of a gossip." She wasn't. We went to bed and had really good sex. I hate to admit I thought of eating out other women while I did. Next morning I got up and tried reading through the contract. It was all legalese, but what I did understand matched what he'd said. I called and said I'd take it, signed and had it taken away. With a few days grace before starting I gave up the old job and just relaxed and tried not to think about the next year. The "basic salary" for training was ?10,000, plus a special credit card arrived to use in his company's shops. Jane and I went a bit wild with shopping and playing. Seeing her in sexy lingerie and clothes just so turned me on, plus we had enough to go out to the best restaurants and clubs. It was a very good month. I had to do a few extra things at first like a very thorough physical. The doctor at the end put me on a regime of lots of vitamins, but I didn't mind. Within a week I did notice a difference, being much more full of energy, and also felt a boost in my libido. There was some mild nausea in the mornings, but nothing to be bothered about. I also had to start on a regime of colonic irrigations, which was very odd, but did help me loose 5 pounds! Plus I had the very odd experience of laser hair treatment as for some reason it was a contractual obligation to be hairless bar a small patch of pubic hair. Again, very odd, but for the money I'd wear a monkey suite and sing on a street corner. The training was straightforward enough, though it was odd being the only male in a beauticians course. The massage course was fun, Jane enjoyed the results of that too. She especially enjoyed the results of the books I'd had to read up on oral technique, though she thought was just me being inventive. Then it was time. We packed up our own things, getting rid of all but the sentimental bits of furniture, and went to move in to the flat. It was amazing. Small, but perfectly kitted out with the best of everything. We had one last night of abandon, having sex in the kitchen, dining room, shower and finally bed, before we both collapsed. Next morning I left her, getting a sleepy good luck kiss, and punched the codes for the private door into the main house. On the other side was a small changing room with a tiny bed in one corner, vanity in the other and the rest of the room filled with empty wardrobe space. Waiting for me was a very pretty petite girl in a short skirt and thin blouse. Her tits were enormous, filling out the very visible lacy bra. "I'm just here for the morning to show you around. They're all asleep, so we'll have a few hours for you to get to know the place. Then you're on your own. Your first day's uniform is hanging there, the cup is in the drawer. I was told your girlfriend will be given the key during the week, you may or may not see her before your first day off. I'll wait in the corridor." Well, I came here with my eyes open, so I went and quickly stripped out of my things, and after a little confusion managed to get the strange plastic device clipped around my cock and balls. It was very snug, but wasn't uncomfortable. It also held things neatly between my legs, and I realised that I was going to have to sit down to wee. The clothes were not as odd as I feared, but where odd. First was a pair of black silk pants, very small and tight. Next a pair of thin white trousers, and a tight short white t-shirt. It left my belly showing, and I was glad I'd got myself that little bit fitter in the last month. Two simple black slippers and I stepped out of the room. We spent a busy couple of hours as she briefed me on the house and the occupants. Some I'd already known, but much was new and I struggled to take it all in. Still, a kitchen is a kitchen, and service is service. I was a professional and knew I'd have no problems on that. Part of the last month was going through briefing documents on things like favourite foods and drinks, so I was easily able to answer the girl's quizzes. I was puzzled about who she was, but she didn't say and I wasn't going to ask. I'd been told the previous butler had left a few a few days ago, so I was grateful for any briefing. The house was immense and luxuriously kitted out in the most modern style. It was all hard edges, glass, concrete and steel. Spotless and I was glad that keeping it clean was not part of my duties. There was a team of old ladies, paid well to be discreet, who worked in the very early hours of the morning. After we'd gone through the house, she led me back into the kitchen, showing me how the call system worked. Then she left and I familiarised myself with what was there, pleased at how well equipped it all was. I knew I'd do amazing things in a kitchen like this. Then a buzzer sounded and I looked at the monitor to see a request for fruit, yogurt and tea to one of the women's rooms. I'd semi prepared what I'd been told the women would most likely want, so filled the tray and quickly went upstairs. This woman's name was Tessa, though I was supposed to call them all Miss. I knocked on the door, and went through. "Good morning... Miss." The last was said very weekly as a very gorgeous nude woman sprawled on a big bed confronted me. She was lazily fingering herself. I felt my cock twitch and try to harden, and I bit back a grimace at how uncomfortable it was. She smiled, "George said he had a breathing technique to avoid that problem. Put it down over there and lets road test your tongue shall we?" I caught myself from stumbling and carefully put the tray down where indicated. I could feel myself redden in embarrassment, and struggled to take deep breaths to control the discomfort of my groin. "Uhmm, how..." She smirked at my obvious dismay. "Just kneel between my legs sweetie." I clambered onto the huge bed, and knelt between her splayed legs. She was hairless, smooth as a baby's bottom. That wasn't something I'd seen before outside of porno magazines. Taking a deep breath I lowered my face and lightly kissed her pussy. Thinking hard about everything I'd read and learned with Jane I slowly traced my tongue around the outside of her lips, before sliding my tongue between them. "That's it... slowly... ahh yes... little circles..." I'd never had a woman be so explicit about what she wanted. I was incredibly aroused at the same time as having to try my damndest to maintain my composure. "Slower... that's it... ahh... ahhh... slide a finger in... yesss... hook it up back and... oh yeah... slower..." I did as she asked for what felt like a long long time before she finally arched her back with a laughing deep breath. "Ohh... not bad boy, not bad. You'll do just fine in this household. Think the tea is still warm?" My legs feeling a bit shaky I got up and poured her tea. As I was handing it over the door opened and a stunning tall blond wearing a small silk robe came in. "Tess, where's the new... Oh, I should have figured." I turned to her. "Boy, this is Julia." I thought fast about all the little details I knew about her, which of course told me nothing about who she was. I knew how she liked her steak cooked, but not how she ended up here. She looked at me with this exasperated expression. "I know you're new, but weren't you told to click the "At Service" button, then where you where going?" Vaguely I remembered being told that. "I'm sorry Miss. It's all very new." "Shall we punish him?" Tessa sounded pleased. "Oh Tess, give the poor boy a break. He has barely a clue what he's got himself into yet." She turned back to me. "Look, just bring up my breakfast will you? Bring coffee, plenty of coffee. Jack had me out clubbing very late last night." I turned and hurried out of the room while the two began talking about this certain club that was on the downward spiral. This was a world I barely knew existed. I hurried to the kitchen, and noticed another breakfast request waiting for me. I remembered to hit the correct controls to show where I was going this time. I got the two together and hurried back upstairs. Thankfully Julia was satisfied with just breakfast, so I hurried off to the next room. This was Alexandra, another blond, who sleepily looked up from her bed as I came in. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her tits where if anything, the most perfect, but not largest, of the three. "So, you're the new boy huh? Cute." I blushed as she looked at me appraisingly. "Run a bath, then strip off and wait for me in it." I hesitated, then turned to were I was fairly certain the bath was. Thankfully I was right, and I began to fill the massive tub. I was a bit shell shocked at the second blatant request of the day, and it had only been my first real hour of service. I stripped down to the pants, then slid into the bath and waiting sitting in the warm water. It should have been relaxing, but I was nervous about what would come next. Alexandra came in and showing no embarrassment sat on the toilet and had a pee. I really had a lot to get used to. Saying nothing she got up and slid into the water across from me, then sat cross legged facing away. "Wash my hair, will you?" I knew how to do that, so started on. She said nothing, just sat there while I washed and rinsed her hair. When I asked if she wanted conditioner all I got was a nod in response. I must have pinched her or something, because suddenly she went "Ow!" "I'm sorry Miss, did I..." All she did was reach across to where this little remote control was, and hit a button. Suddenly I was doubled over in pain. It was like my balls had been kicked. "Come on! Your mess up, you get punished. It's in your contract dumbo, punishment means pain, you're not really hurt. Or didn't you read your contract?" Her words dripped acid. I was only just recovering from the pain, and her words barely registered. "Do you need another warning? Get back to work, otherwise I'll tell Jack and you get a demerit." Taking deep breaths I composed myself, then very carefully started massaging her scalp. I thought back hard on what I'd read of the contract. Dimly I remembered something about punishment for minor failures, but it had just seemed words. My mind was telling me to just pack up and go, nothing was worth that again. Yet the number 250,000 kept flashing in my head. "Just remember the money John boy. You weren't hurt, it only hurt." I was pretty certain I was going to have to say that to myself a lot. When I'd finished her hair I was brusquely told to wash her. Very carefully using a flannel and soap I washed her body, having to be very controlled with myself as I washed her tits. When I hesitated at having finished the part of her body above the water, she slapped me lightly. "Duck under and do the rest. Clean my puss with your mouth." I took a deep breath and began to duck under the water to wash the rest of her body. It was hard work, and she clearly had no patience for my gasping for air whenever I surface. It was only after the tenth or so time that I noticed the fourth of my charges, yet another stunning body with red hair, sitting on a sofa at the side of the room, Kylie. "Alex, didn't you tell him about the snorkel?" Alexandra smirked. "How he does it is up to him." "Boy, the looped hose at the side there?" I saw some thin hose in a loop, looking like it was on some sort of draw built into the side of the bath. "See the two small tubes? Fit it around your head and put them in your nostrils. There should be goggles in the case beside it." My face burning red at the mix of anger and humiliation I fit the strange thing around my head, and put on the goggles. Feeling silly I ducked back under the water and found that so long as I didn't go too deep I could draw in air. I had a new mantra that I think was going to be a permanent fixture of the next year, "?250,000". After washing every inch of her body I found my head pulled up between her legs. For the second time that day I found myself giving head. This time it was in the very strange circumstance of being under water. One orgasm later I helped her out of the water, and dripping wet myself, helped towel her down. Kylie stood and wandered behind Alexandra. "He's got a nice bum." I looked away as she idly reached around and began feeling up Alexandra's breast. Such casual intimacy between the girls was to be a constant sight. "Maybe. I was thinking maybe pink, or do you think mauve would suit him better." Kylie laughed, "You're incorrigible, he's only just started." "Start as you mean to continue. I think pink." I quickly dried myself off as she wandered through a door into what I was fairly certain was her dressing room. "Come on already!" I put away the towel, and looking longingly at my clothes, dashed into the room behind her. Kylie languidly stood and followed. Something pink was thrown at me, and I grabbed at bundle of silk. "Well, put it on." I'd been thrown a pink mesh body. I gritted my teeth, then awkwardly tried to figure out which way was up. Kylie laughed, she had such a lovely laugh for such a humiliating circumstance. She came over and showed me how to hold it, then helped me slide it up my legs. Her touch was electric, and again I had to grimace and control my cock from painfully hardening in its cage. The thin fabric clung to me, something I didn't enjoy in the least. Alexandra was standing tapping her foot impatiently as her hand held out an exercise leotard. "You have got to get faster. Help me into it now." And so my day went. I dashed between them, bringing food and drink, helping them dress and bathe and groom, giving massages and manicures, doing odd jobs, and doing odd cunalingus. I did three of the girl's multiple times, but Julia didn't ask once. She was oddly shy around me. There was one bizarre moment when I found all four clustered around a PC, but they giggled and broke up as I came in. I never really stopped bar Julia informing me mid afternoon to take a break to exercise. The gym was magnificent of course. I'd been in it a couple of times already bringing the girls water or snacks as they exercised themselves. All four were completely fit, and worked out one to two hours themselves. The kit was top notch, better than some commercial gyms I'd been in. As well there was a steam room, sauna, hot tub and a massive pool. All this dug into the hardrock of the city two levels below the basement. Mid way through my workout it struck me as funny to find myself already thinking that a hard workout was a blessed break from a gruelling routine. "Remember, ?250,000" was the only answer I could give myself. Very different personalities emerged. Tessa was gorgeous, but lazy. A couple of times I came at her summons to be asked to bring her something that was a foot or two away. She was easily took up the most time, though was at least generally polite in a condescending way. Alexandra was a complete bitch. I quickly began to dread going to her. From the constant acid in her voice, to seeming to enjoy punishing me for completely minor infractions. I quickly began to loathe her. Twice more that day I got zapped in the balls, and once she made me drape myself over her lap to be lightly spanked. I was going to have to check that contract carefully when I got a chance. She also delighted in getting me to change into various lingerie. It did nothing for me, other than the shame of it, but seemed to delight her. I suppose my reactions goaded her on. Kylie was a tease. I quickly noticed she was the most sexually hard wired of the girls, and I was by no means a sole target. She'd be constantly stroking or hugging or kissing me or one of the others. I "serviced" her four times that day, and not just quickie pussy lapping. She wanted felt up, kissed, and once had me use a dildo on her. I found the kissing most difficult, as for me that was a sign of love and intimacy, and I certainly didn't love her. Lust... well maybe, she was a fox. Quickly though I was learning the hard way how to take mental cold showers. Julia was just sweet. She seemed almost apologetic to ask me things, and often helped when I was doing something for one of the others. The girls would often tell her to do things as well, which she just simply smiled and complied with. I wouldn't call her a doormat, there seemed a real well of compassion in her, but also a lingering sadness I couldn't quite get. It was mostly in her eyes. She was also the only one not to ask me to do anything sexual, though I once came in with lunch to find her and Kylie in a passionate embrace. The time went by quickly, and late in the evening two of the girls, Alexandra and Kylie, went out. I had to stop myself from laughing when I had to help them into chastity belts, but that was their life too. They were collected by a very tough looking bodyguard. The other two watched a video while I gave each a pedicure. I was surprised when just before midnight the other two were back. I thought they were out clubbing for the duration. They both looked crumpled, not the highly groomed girls who'd gone out. Alexandra strode in, "A working night, he's off flying to Paris for the day tomorrow. Julia, he wants you at the airport to go with him for a six o'clock flight." She groaned, "Right, that's me for bed. John? I'll need you at five with breakfast to help me get ready." Alexandra had sprawled inelegantly on a sofa. "Come here little doggie, I've got a nice cream pie for you to eat." I looked at her curiously, then at Tessa giggling. Julie, who had just got to the door, came back with a sad look on her face. Putting a hand on my shoulder, she asked with this careful tone of voice, "Do you know what that is?" I shook my head, "It means she's got a load of Jack's cum in her and wants you to lick her clean." I could feel myself redden, and involuntarily back away. "You know you have to provide oral sex on demand? It's part of your contract? It was left vague to cover things like this. It's all part of how Jack likes it. Putting his butler in humiliating positions is part of the game for him. The girls... kind of like it too." I felt ill. I'd prepared myself for weirdness, but not quite this. "Is it too much for you? It has been for a number of our trial butlers. Some don't' even stand it for a day. I wouldn't be surprised if you left, but if you stay, understand this is part of it, and that there will be more. The butlers role is to be used and abused, that's why he pays so much, to make people take it." The number floated in front of my eyes, the fun of the last month and Jane's sheer joy in having money flashed in my mind. I walk out, I have to tell her why. I wasn't sure which was worse. Almost without realising it I found myself standing in front of Alexandra. Julia was beside me, stroking my back. "It's gets easier, I promise." I wasn't sure I wanted to hear that, but I dropped to my knees, as did Julia holding my shoulders. Alexandra splayed her legs wide and smirked at me. Reaching up under her skirt, she lifted herself up briefly while I peeled down her sticky knickers. The chastity belt was gone. With Julia softly stroking my hair, Alexandra and Tessa giggling, and Kylie just watching I lowered my head, glad of a bit of cover from Alex' skirt. The scent was heady, a strong smell of sex. I put my tongue out and recoiled automatically when I found something gooey. "Ah ah, eat it all up like a good boy or we'll have to punish you." I took a gob of the stuff on my tongue. The texture was thick and a bit stringy, the taste salty, the smell making my head whirl. Slowly I began to lick her clean, somehow holding my revolted stomach down. Somehow I managed to get through it far enough to bring Alexandra off. I sat back, relieved it was over to have Kylie turn my head to where she was standing beside me. She'd stripped down, and her bare pussy was stringy, with the wet mess visible down the inside of her legs. I sobbed, but shifted to sit towards her. Julia was right, even the second time round it was just a little bit easier, though the thought of it being easier made me want to scream. A couple hours later, after I'd helped the girls bath and prepare for bed, finally I was off duty. My legs felt leaden as I headed downstairs to my personal prep room. I looked at the door, then caught site of myself in black lacy knickers, my face with a few caked bits of dried cum, and I wanted to cry. On the other side of the door was normality and love, this side weirdness and shame. I desperately wanted to go to Jane, but couldn't face her like this. I was sure if I told her she'd be horrified and we'd leave, but then the dream would be ended. I was pretty sure the dream could sustain me, even through more like today. I debated just lying down on the small cot. That's what it was there for, but I wanted Jane, even if only to sleep beside her for a moment. I quickly showered, put on the pair of man's pants I'd worn that morning, and silently stepped through the door. Going into the small bedroom I stopped in the dim light filtering through the window and looked at her lying peacefully there. It was right to continue, to give her the joy and freedom we'd get at the end of the year. I slid into the bed. Not really awake she spooned up behind me, her hand lazily cuddling me, then stroking me, then moving downwards. I still had on the cup, couldn't take it off all week. Her hand found it, and she sleepily giggled. "Sorry, forgot... uhmm, could you..." I turned in her arms, and moved my mouth to the base of her neck for a gentle kiss. My tongue felt leaden, my jaw ached, but this one was for me as I slowly kissed down her body. Later, it felt like I'd barely fallen asleep before a soft alarm woke me. God, this was going to kill me. I had to go get ready, and slid out of bed after kissing my still sleeping girlfriend. God she looked good. Back in my prep room I found another set of the white trousers and shirt, then went up to the kitchen to prepare Julia's breakfast. When I softly knocked on her door and slipped in, she jumped in surprise from pulling up a pair of knickers. "Oh, you're early!" I looked at the clock, it was only a few minutes before five, I thought I'd have to wake her up. "You're an early bird." She actually blushed, "I... wanted to be a bit ready before you came." All she had on was her knickers, and I had to take one of those deep breaths to calm myself. She really had a magnificent body. Legs up to here, a trim waist and tummy, two perfect tits, and a pretty and kind face. "Do you want me to run you a shower?" She blushed again, "No, I've had a quick rinse." Strange how she almost seemed to not want me to help. "Uhmm, you really shouldn't wear that outfit. The girls won't like it, and Jack doesn't..." She paused for a moment like she'd caught herself from saying something, "Care..." "Oh, sorry, I... don't have anything but this downstairs." "That's OK, can you help me get dressed, then I'll find you something?" She turned and picked up a suspender belt. "Can you find the matching bra? Should be in the top drawer on the left." I went over to the large chest of drawers and opened the one she'd indicated to find it tumbled up with all sorts of lingerie. My mouth went a bit dry, but I found the one in the same colour and design. She was doing up a stocking and I had to take a couple more deep breaths to control myself given the view of her slightly bent over from behind. What an ass. Standing she smiled over her shoulder, then looked down at my crotch. Her smile faltered a bit. My attempt at control must have shown. Her face looked sad, but she came over and stood behind me. Putting a hand in the small of my back, and another on my tummy, she told me, "Pull your diaphragm in, and curl the small of your back, now breath, short small breaths, do five, then five long ones." Concentrating on my breathing, I wasn't concentrating on other things, and the discomfort of my cock in its cage lessened. "It's a simple breathing technique that helps your posture as well as stopping you from thinking..." "Yes... well, your bra?" I wanted to ask how she knew that, but I guess there's been a few butlers through here. She smiled softly again, and turned away from me to lift her hands into her hair, holding it up. "Slip it around me and do the clasps up," I did, it was a strapless bra. "Now, could you help smooth my tits into the cups?" I didn't need to me told twice. She gasped softly as I ran my hands up to hold her, pulling the bra up. Obviously sensitive, she didn't drop her hands or her hair, so I gently squeezed her. "Oh..." I did it again, and she rested back against me. It didn't take long, just slow rhythmic squeezes, before... well... she came. I'd never seen a girl cum just from her tits before. She straightened, and pulled away. "Thanks." Another of those soft sad smiles. "I'm very... sensitive. They're... enhanced. Both in size and with little wires into my brain. I'm not naturally turned on by guys, so Jack found a way to make sure he could always fire me up." I was shocked. I'd never heard of such a thing. It was yet another weirdness, and it really made me wonder why she stayed. I helped her with a dark blue full slip, and a simple silk dress that showed off her curves well, but was almost indecently short. The tops of her stockings showed with every step she took. "Now, lets find something for you that will satisfy Alex, but not be too over the top." She started riffling through her drawers. "Would you mind wearing stockings? It will keep Alex at bay for a bit, and she'll have you in them soon anyway." I shrugged, but felt myself redden. Turning away I slipped out of my simple uniform, and took the proffered simple silk suspender belt and did it up around my waist. She handed me a plain black silk bikini style set of knickers, then showed me how to roll up some black stockings. I put them on, then turned and just got Julia doing that same little exercise she'd taught me. Odd, why was she doing it? I guess it worked for girls as well as guys, though why would she be embarrassed by being turned on by me? Then it struck me, it was me in girl's clothes that turned her on. She's seemed like such a nice girl, but then she couldn't be here if she was completely normal. I helped her with her hair and make up while she nibbled at her breakfast. Done, she gave me a little peck to the cheek, and dashed downstairs. There she went, being sweet again. I tidied up, she'd left a lot of clothes about, then went downstairs. Longingly I thought of going back to Jane. She'd just be getting up, but then the buzzer went, and I had to get coffee for Tessa. The morning kept busy as I helped the other girls get up and ready, and my tongue continued to get further work outs. It bothered me less, or at least I wasn't struggling as much with getting aroused. I also had a bizarre experience of entering a room to find Alexandra between Tessa's legs pumping up and down. She was nude but for a shiny pair of latex knickers. I hadn't a clue what was going on until I got closer and saw a big black shaft appearing and disappearing into Tessa's snatch. Alex giggled, "Never see a strap on before little boy?" I hadn't, and had to stand there and feed them both drinks and nibbles before they both came. I then had the even more bizarre experience of unstrapping the complex knickers from Alex and finding she was stuffed front and aft with two other dildo's as well as the big one jiggling out front. Otherwise it was a fairly "quiet" morning. That changed later in the afternoon. I was serving a small snack while Alexandra was surfing the net. Kylie was leafing through a mag looking bored, then flounced up and grabbed my hand. "I want to play." I was pulled up to her room. "Lay on the floor." She wasn't dressed in much, just a slip and knickers, but she shucked herself out of them. Having gone over to her bedside table I didn't quite see what she got, but she came over, straddled my face and began to sit down. It is a weirdly erotic site to have a woman kneeling down over you like that. I put my hands to her perfect buns and began to lick her as I knew she liked. "Mmm, nice. Now, I know a way you can have fun too, but you have to just relax OK?" I could feel her bending forward, then my pants where pulled down. There was this soft buzzing sound, then I bucked as I felt a weird cold vibrating tip just below my balls. "Relax I said." I was lightly slapped on my side. I wasn't at all sure about this, but didn't feel confident about protesting. Alex had already zapped me twice for small infringements. I felt the cold slick tip down there again. She just started slowly circling my anus. It was pretty clear what she was about, and I wasn't feeling too good about it. "Miss, please I'm not sure about this." My voice was muffled, but she heard me. "Don't worry, I am. It's not your job to think, you're paid to be a play thing, and I'm playing. Enjoy it why don't you." For a while all she did was circle it down there. It wasn't bad, fuck, it kind of felt good. Then she started pushing it in, just a bit, in then out, in then out. I was groaning and squirming, want it to stop and kind of not wanting it to stop. Vaguely I realised she was pushing it deeper. I was sort of aroused, but not in a way I'd ever been before. She kept at it for a long time, and I squirmed underneath her. Finally her own arousal took over and she sat up and began rhythmically moving against my face. She got faster and faster until she came. All the time that damn thing was left buzzing in my ass. She came, and after a minute or two, stood. "Nice huh." I didn't answer, didn't know what to say, just pulled it out, and pulled up my pants. "Wash it off for me, then put it back will you? I'm going to work out." She grabbed a set of tights and a body, then ran off downstairs. I cleaned the thin steel vibrator, and then went to put it in her beside drawer. On opening it I was astounded at the jumbled collection of vibrators, dildos, handcuffs and other toys I didn't recognize. More than a little shaken I went back down to the kitchen to start on dinner. Later that evening Kylie got a call and went out, and shortly afterwards a very rumpled Julia came back in. She waved me away when I offered to help, coming down an hour later in a big silky dressing gown looking washed, but not refreshed. Again, I did odd jobs over the course of the evening, including putting first Alexandra to bed with a bath and underwater oral session. Then I stopped and checked with Tessa. I had to quickly start my breathing exercises to find her nude trancing alone to the thumping speakers in her room. The sound proofing in this house really was extraordinary. Her eyes barely opened when I came in, and her hands over her head motioned me forward. I put my ear to her mouth to barely make out her shouting "Rim me." I sort of knew what that was, and gulped dryly as she turned and spread her legs as she still danced. I went to my knees and put my hands to her perfect buns. Taking a calming breath I put my face up close and gently kissed her giggling anus. I expected to be revolted, but she was very clean. Other than a musky sexy smell, there was no lumps of brown or anything other noxious. I slowly began to tongue her bottom, feeling her respond. Sometime later she pulled away, grabbed my hand and yanked me over to a dresser. From a drawer full of an eye boggling collection of sex toys she grabbed a weird assortment of straps. She held me still, then started doing them up. Before I knew quite what was happening I found myself sprouting a long thick black cock, my cock in its little cage tucked into a pouch where the dildo's balls where. Her hands roughly turned me, and I found myself being rimmed in return. It took every measure of will to keep myself in control as her tongue and finger began to probe me back there. It felt... good. I didn't want it to, feeling good felt like betrayal, but I didn't stop her. I didn't even stop her when she slowly inserted a vibrator in my ass, didn't stop her when I felt her roughly do up straps between my cheeks to hold it there. Didn't stop her when I found myself turned to the front again and I looked down as she gave a blow job to the fake cock. That was more than a little mind blowing, to watch it and have half of my mind think I should be feeling it, but not feel anything other than the buzz in my ass. She tongued it, stroked it, then oiled it up. With a final touch to something between my legs, she stood and turned. I had to bite my tongue as whatever it was in my ass started to squirm and rotate. It was rubbing up against something in there that liked being rubbed. Bending over she reached back and grabbed the fake cock, pulling me forward. I watched as she pointed it to her ass, then pushed back against me. I had never ass fucked a girl and here I was finally doing it, except I wasn't. It's hard to describe how the following half hour was. It was mind blowing. I think I kind of came, except I didn't. She certainly did, three times. Finally she collapsed in her bed, punched a button to have the volume of the music slowly diminish and was sleeping before I quite realised we were done. I managed to figure out the straps on the thing encasing me. I got it off, slowly pulling the wiggling thing in my bum out. I was shaking, only slowly getting my breath back, but I recovered. The knickers "holding" me together where damp and goey, and it struck me I kind of had come, even though I'd stayed soft. I wasn't sure I liked that at all, yet I knew I'd do it again. Creeping softly out of her room in the dark, I closed the door and collapsed against it. I don't know how long I stood there, not really thinking, but it was a while. Had I betrayed Jane, or was I just doing a job? If I was just doing a job, did that make me a prostitute? All I really knew was that I was shattered, and really really wanted my bed. I had one last one to check on, and went and softly knocked on Julia's door. In the dim light I could make her out lying on her bed, and I could hear she was softly crying. "Julia? Are you OK?" "Yes... no... I don't know." I knew the feeling. "Can I do anything for you?" She was silent for a moment, "I know this is asking a lot, but... could you just hold me?" For a moment I was deathly afraid she was going to ask for a lot more, and was just so relieved. I moved to the bed and lay down behind her. Softly I slipped a hand under her neck, and just... held her. For a while she kept softly crying, then slowed down. "Oh god... thank you. It's very difficult being here some times." I didn't know what to say, so I was just silent. "I'm the only one Jack doesn't mind sharing, so tonight... I was the centre of a gang bang of business clients of his." I was shocked, but maybe not surprised. "It's funny, I don't like it, but god... it just feels so good." "Yeah." We lay together for a moment more, then I felt her hand reach back between us to feel my still slightly damp silk knickers. "Ahh, which one got to you? The girls had a bet on for which one could make you cum first. You lasted longer than most." "Ahh... it was Tessa." "It will get worse you know? This place just keeps on and on at you, demanding more, getting you to do more, until... Well, you really only have one choice to stay or go. If you stay, you have no choices." I think I was beginning to understand that. "I like you, and I haven't liked anyone for a long time. Be careful. I know you think you can survive then walk away. Just be careful you don't suddenly look around and find you have nothing to walk away to." Her words had the sound of personal experience. I just couldn't imagine how such a nice girl could get to the point that she'd let a bunch of guys gang bang her just because her lover said to. We just lay a while longer. I felt very close to her, dangerously close, and found my hand gently stroking her side. "You should go. You have a girlfriend probably waiting downstairs. I'd so like..." her voice caught, "to have you spend the night here like this, but you should go." She was right. Softly I pulled away, and left the room. My feet felt like lead as I walked down the stairs. I'd already tidied up for the night, so I just carried on downstairs. All I wanted to do was go through that door and fall down on the bed, but I shouldn't. I had a quick shower, guiltily washing out my sticky cage, then slipped through the door. In the dark I almost broke down and cried when I found the bed empty. A small note said she'd gone out clubbing with friends, her favourite thing. That alone, almost more than anything else, made me want to quit right there. I'd always gone out on the night prowl with her. Just not tonight. I fell onto the bed, and think I was instantly asleep. In what felt like second I was awake, but the clock said it had been a couple hours, there was a blaze of lights. A very wobbly Jane, stinking of drink, leering down at me. "Hello lover." She jumped over me. Clubbing always, and I mean always, turned her on. Her crotch immediately started grinding away at me. "Oh fuck! I need your cock! I'll just have to make do with this!" She kept grinding, but sat up, pulling me with her. My face was pulled to her chest, and I quickly undid her blouse and freed her pert tits. I tongued and licked at her, watching her response. It was only later, after she'd come and collapsed onto the bed in a near coma of sleep that it struck me my mental state was the same as when I'd serviced the girls. Watching and pleasing, but keeping back my own arousal. Damn. It took me a while to fall back to sleep and all too soon an alarm went off. I groaned when I realised it was Jane's. Damn if I couldn't use a couple hours more. She was hung over, I was just tired, so I dragged myself up to help her with coffee and getting ready. Not quite the service my employers got, but she appreciated it a lot more. The kiss at the door tested every bit of my power, and I turned away and walked with a limp. I grabbed a final hours sleep before I slipped back next door. There was a pink box on the empty shelves. I groaned and realised one of the girls had decided what I was going to wear for the day. I opened it to find a bright pink thong, stockings and suspenders and a lurid tight skirt. Knowing I had little choice I put it all on and went upstairs. The day began with breakfast for two in Alexandra's room. I went in and composed myself to find Julia on hands and knees, Alex with a strap on pumping in and out from behind. So the day continued. The "highlight" of the morning was a delivery of what felt like hundred's of boxes. With a smirk, Kylie informed me they were my new wardrobe and I was given an hour off to unload it all downstairs. Such a collection of sexy, kinky and frankly bizarre clothes I had never seen. Some where also dangerously normal, just feminine. The few bits I tried fit me perfectly. Somehow they'd got my size. Their giggling over the internet the other day now made sense. It was mid afternoon when I my whole word was tested yet again. I brought in tea and cakes to Alexandra, who was lounged on a sofa in her room watching some music videos. I put the tray down and managed to spill a drop as I was pouring her tea. "Ahh, what a shame. That surely merits a demerit." I stood equally shocked and furious. "Then again, you could just settle for punishment. I think a sound spanking would do. Which will it be, a demerit or a spanking?" That was her game. In bits and spurts I'd reread the contract and bits I'd glossed over before made horrid sense after two days in this mad house. Though it was not said in as many words, it was clear from the text that I could choose a demerit, or if offered mild corporal punishment if offered. I'd worried when I'd read that, knowing it was going to happen sooner or later. It was just sooner. Having got this far I was not going to let this bitch force me out by loading up demerits. Through clenched teeth I responded, "Could I have a spanking please?" She sat up, smirking again. I hated that look on her face. "Of course. Bend over my lap little a good little boy." I did, laying my face on the soft fabric of the divan. "Hands behind your back." I felt a cold click and shut my eyes. The contract specified bondage was allowed so long as I wasn't left alone in a bound state. I'd just had handcuffs put on. "I suspect you'll be noisy, open your mouth." I did, to have a ball stuffed in then bound behind my head. I felt helpless and ridiculous, but that was what she wanted. My bottom was stroked through the thin fabrics covering it. Slowly the skirt was rolled up, then the knickers pulled down. I expected roughness, but she was very gentle. I was stroked, squeezed, then she dripped on warm oil. Slowly she worked it into my cheeks, then between them. Her finger slid around my bottom and she oh so gently massaged just between my legs. I'd never known I was so sensitive down there. Then, swack, she slapped me four times in rapid succession. She went still, then started the slow massage. Again I was spanked, again I was stroked. With a groan I heard a low buzzing and a vibrator joined it. She hadn't penetrated my ass, yet. I was spanked, then her fingers started directly playing with my anus. I wasn't sure what to think, this soft gentleness then the hard, and she was hard, spanking. Finally thought first her fingers, then the vibrator, pushed at my anus. It burned, yet it wasn't a bad burn. She found what I suspected was my prostate, and began massaging that. Then spanking, then massage. She kept at me for a very long time. I couldn't help it, I was aroused, incredibly aroused. It wasn't like normal sex, but neither could I deny what she was doing to me. The pain of the spanking and her soft touch afterwards was very confusing. The two sensations mixed in my mind. Finally, as she was using the vibrator deep inside me, I... well... exploded. Though I was soft as a rag I felt those inner muscles begin to pulse. Sensing it she began to spank me hard again. I was pushed off her, barely recovered, only to have her straddle my face. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but I did what she wanted. She was soaking wet, the whole thing had obviously turned her on. She was a weird weird woman. Afterwards, still silent bar her knowing smirk, I undid myself and cleaned her up. I was brusquely told to keep my soiled clothes on, and she strode off. I felt used, and thought maybe, just maybe I understood rape. To some extent I had let it happen. I know I could always leave, but by the same token this wasn't what I signed up for. The day continued. Early in the evening I had to run around getting all three of them dressed up in clubbing gear. They went out as a dishevelled Tessa came back in. She grabbed my hand and yanked me along behind her. We went up to her room and she started throwing off her clothes. Pointing to the floor before her I went to my knees to have my face pulled towards her very sloppy pussy. I no longer hesitated and began licking a rather large amount of cum off her front, then when she turned from between her cheeks and ass. I was sent to get her dinner while she had a shower. On coming back she regarded me in my soiled clothes. "Damn, who got to you now?" "Uhmm, Miss Alexandra this afternoon." She looked disgusted. "I would have done you if Jack hadn't needed me. Oh well, nothing for it but to do you now. Go have a shower while I eat. Come back up in half an hour. I want you to clean up, then get dressed in that black corset, stockings and knickers. There should have been a leather face mask as well. Have that on. Bring those soiled knickers too. Go on then." She was shooing me away. Feeling very nervous about what was coming, I went downstairs. Looking at the door I almost bolted through. Yet I come so far, lived through so much, how could I give up now? I quickly showered down, ashamed of the mess, then dried off. There were a lot of corsets in what I'd been given, three where black. Two had complicated lacing, one just with little clasps on the side. Nervously I pulled it around myself, and struggled to do it up it was so tight. I had to quite rearrange myself, especially around my chest. I grimaced and looked down to see it gave me cleavage. In the mirror I saw it also gave me slight curves at the waist. Sighing I pulled up stockings, doing them up to the eight suspenders on the corset, and slipped on a simple black pair of knickers. I remembered the hood well, it was more than a little scary, but I pulled it over my face, and did up the buckles at the back. I covered me neck upwards, leaving only minor holes for eyes, nose and mouth. The later had a zip which I expected to be done up at some point. I looked into the mirror and was shocked. A kinkily dressed young girl looked back at me. How could that be me? This place was really doing my head in. My self image kept taking knock after knock. I had always seen myself as a bit of a lad. I wasn't heavy on the muscle, but I was tallish and fit. Sure, Jane and I had been together for years, but as far as I was concerned not being promiscuous didn't make me a poofter. Yet three days here and I was dressed up and looking like a girl about to go up and pleasure another girl for which I'd receive little if any pleasure. Or at least not pleasure I was comfortable with. My bottom sill felt warm and a bit sore from Alexandra's treatment this afternoon. Shaken, but determined to go through with whatever it was going to be, I padded upstairs. Knocking on her door I quietly went in and felt my breath slowly leave my lungs. Neck to toe she was in a skin tight leather and strap cat suite. Absolutely stunning and accentuating all her already fine features. It had cut outs fore and aft at her crotch, and small cut outs just around her nipples. Standing in front of a floor length mirror her eyes where on herself, with one hand slowly fingering down below. Stunning, that was the only word for it. She turned to me, and under the black leather mask I could feel myself blush in embarrassment. A finer crooked and I walked towards her. Her eyes raked me up and down, a slow cold smile growing on her lips. "Not bad, I see why you where chosen. Some of the butlers through here had the attitude, but not the look. So, are you really hetro, or is a gayboy hiding in there." I bridled, and took a deep breath. "I am not gay Miss, I'm doing this because my employer is paying me a whole lot of money to put up with it." She laughed, "God, that makes it so much better. You're here, so that's all I care about. Jack, you see, is almost a God to me. He runs this vast business, has a brain the size of a planet and a sex drive to boot. I'd jump off a bridge if he asked me and he's the only man I'd ever say that of. Part of why I worship him is he also knows what those around him need. Some day you'll meet his business team, and they'd also die for him." "Me? I'm one of those who help relieve his stress. I'm good at it, very very good at it, and that's all I want. In return, I get luxury and pampering, and... play things." She'd reached me, and ran a hand up my side to cup the small cups of flesh the corset gave me. Her finger rolled my small nipple, making me shiver. "I like twisting and corrupting. I'm completely subservient to Jack, but to no one else. In fact, quite the opposite. Tonight is my chance to have a little fun. Put out your hands." I did, to find soft padded cuffs done up around each wrist. For the second time that day I was bound, and again I felt fear. She reached above our heads and pulled down a soft rope with a latch on the end. She clipped it to the cuffs, and touched a small control hanging from her waist. There was a soft whir about me and I found my hands pulled up over my head. Not uncomfortably. I could just hang my arms without stretching, but equally I couldn't move from where I was. She turned and strode to the wall, picking up a long metal rod with other cuffs on each end. "Tonight you and I are going to play a little game. I've got until midnight to make you beg me to fuck your ass." I gasped. "I won't force you, it's entirely up to you whether I do or not. However, the only way I'll let you go earlier than midnight is if you beg for just that. I won't be rough, I won't hit you like dear Alexandra likes, in fact all I'll do is make you feel very very good in ways you never imagined. What I won't do is let you be satisfied. You won't cum, I'll be sure of that. You only get that if I get to strap one on and do your ass. So, you see, it's up to you. All you have to do to keep your precious masculinity is hold off until midnight." As she said all this she went to her knees and spread my legs by doing up the two cuffs at my ankles. She finished speaking just as my left ankle was bound. Standing she put her hands to my hips and just... kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss, teasing. She nibbled my lips, just barely probed me with her tongue, it was... nice. Her hands started to move. My bottom was groped, one hand slid up my front to cup my chest. The cup of one side of the corset was shifted down and she played with me there. I'd always had sensitive nipples. Jane said I had woman's tits with a man's chiselled chest. So she continued, always soft and gentle, but every so often moving on. She did things to me I'd never imagined. Turned out a tongue could just slid into a slit on my little cage. I was better at staying soft, but she pushed that hard. I found it was possible to feel incredible pleasure, but not be hard. I was rimmed, stroked, massaged, and licked. She used her mouth, hands, breasts, pussy, every part of her body on nearly every part of mine. Vibrators, nipple clips, ice cubes and hot wax where brought into play. I had never known it could be this good. Problem was, every time my arousal was getting close, she'd shift. Another part of our anatomies would gain contact. At first I didn't mind this at all. It was extending the pleasure, leading me on in ways I'd never experienced. Then it started to get frustrating, then really frustrating. I kept looking at the clock and wondering how it could only be ten minutes on? I began to understand what she had planned. She was just going to keep this up until I cracked. At first I tried just asking her to stop. I promised I'd be ever so good to her. With not a jolt of reaction she kept at me. Then I said I'd do just about anything, just not that. No reaction. At this point it was only 10:30, and I began to dread every minute more the clock ticked on. If someone had ever told me that having a woman slavishly give you pleasure could be torture I would have laughed. A thought slipped into my mind that it really wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't like I would be letting a man do me. She was a she, and she'd use a small fake cock. I immediately rejected it, but it kept slipping back into my mind. Hell, I'd had vibrators back there, how was this different? Still I kept control, it had become a matter of not giving in. At some point she'd managed to strap on her device. It was small, smaller than my own cock when hard. She began to use it in what she was doing, sliding the tip beside my own caged cock, using it to slowly circle my anus. It was almost eleven thirty at that point and she was up against my back, her hands on my chest. "Come on, all I need to do is push it in a bit and I can make you cum, you're sooooo close baby. Just ask me..." "Yes... do it." The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and I felt the tip slip in. "Oh god, no, no... I didn't mean it." Yet I had. Her hands grabbed my hips and pushed it in. She knew just what to do, her thrusts slow and directed just so to glide and rotate inside me. I could feel it build, and with a shout, felt little muscles inside me begin to pulse. It was 11:42. Pulling back she got a damp rag and cleaned my cum from around my legs and crotch. It wasn't much, but it was there. My ankles where uncuffed, and my hands lowered. I had no strength and she easily caught me and lifted me to her bed. I found my head rested on her chest. One hand idly played with my chest, the other rubbed slick cool cream into my ass. "You did well, you almost did it. Don't feel bad, only one man got to the end, and he wanted more. That was Jack, and that is why I adore and worship him. I'm pleased with you, you did well, but you're not the man he is. So few are. Don't let it worry you, you've crossed the barrier now. I wanted to cry, but all I felt was her hands on my oily chest, and her finger massaging cream up inside me. "It's special cream, helps toughen your membranes, yet make you even more sensitive. Nice isn't it?" I was gasping, convulsing with each glide of her finger into me. "Ahhh, you do like it don't you?" "No... no I don't." Yet I didn't protest as she lay me onto my back. "Please, I don't want more..." I didn't stop her as she lifted my ankles to her shoulders. "No... don't" The last was a sob as she pushed the little cock back inside me, and lay her weight down on top of me. Her hands held mine down to the bed. "Yes you do... and so do I..." She kissed me, not letting me turn my head away. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as the small cock pushed into my ass. This was obviousl