Weekend at a slaves club story

Samantha, my wife of one year and 14 years my junior, is also my Mistress and owner. I have been her total 24/7 slave for last six months. I was instructed to her wake her up as usual at nine o’clock this morning and have her bath prepared for her. She is very demanding and insists that her bath water should be just the right temperature. I woke at seven o’clock and when I had finished my assigned tasks I waited at her bedroom door until the clock chimed nine precisely. Then I immediately crawled to Mistress Samantha's bed, lifted off the covers and completed the daily ritual of kissing her feet as she awakened.

When she was completely awake she pushed me away and sat up with her legs over the edge of the bed. I slipped her high-heeled slippers onto her feet as she stood up and placed her robe around her. My Mistress walked to her bathroom. I followed closely behind on my hands and knees of course. I had previously filled the tub with water a bit warmer than I knew she like it expecting it to cool some by the time she was ready to use it. I took off her robe and slippers and helped her into the tub. Once in the bathtub my Goddess relaxed and seemed to be pleased with the water temperature. "Just right slave" she complimented. "As your reward you may wash your Goddess' body even though you're unworthy of that task." To some this is work, to me it is, as she said, a reward. It allowed me to touch her luscious body and feel her smooth skin. Since it has been three weeks since I was last allowed to cum, my body shuddered from excitement, something that did not escape my Owner's eye. I bathed her carefully being sure that not an inch of her flesh went untouched. When she wanted to get out of the bath I helped her up and then delicately blotted her body dry. I put her slippers and bathrobe back on and followed her to the bedroom where she had me lay out her outfit for the day.

"Slave, we will be going on trip this weekend with Mistress Linda and her slave husband to Lady Cynthia's slave plantation. Here is a list of the things you are to pack for me." She sat down smoking a cigarette watching me mosey into the bathroom to clean up after her bath. When I finished my work I saw her starting to make up her face. "I'm hungry slave, fix some breakfast. I want waffles and fruit this morning." Off I went to the kitchen to prepare her food. Mistress Samantha came down stairs and seated herself at the breakfast room table just as I was finishing preparation of her fruit and waffles. She was wearing her black silky robe and high-heeled slippers; she waited impatiently for her breakfast. Suddenly the toaster popped and up came the waffles. This set her off. She rose from her seat quickly and grabbed me by the hair and threw me down on to the floor. "How dare you serve me frozen waffles, slave" she shouted at the top of her lungs. She grabbed a spatula from a drawer and smacked my ass. Then, as if the smack was not enough she pinched my nipples with tongs she pulled from the same drawer. I begged for forgiveness now grovelling at her feet then pleaded for cruel punishment for my error. When her anger had subsided she ordered me to prepare a fresh fruit bowl, toast with preserves and tea. She threw the waffles on the floor and trampled them with her slippers. "Pick up those waffles and put them in your dog bowl then put it next to my chair slave" she ordered as she sat back down and ate her breakfast. When I had finished placing the remains of the waffles in my bowl she ordered me to lick up the crumbs from the floor and to be sure the floor and her slippers were clean. When she’d finished eating she took out a cigarette and I, of course, lit it for her. She used the dog bowl for an ashtray and spat into it as well. She then read the morning newspaper while I cleaned up the kitchen. When her cigarette was finished she put it out in the bowl of waffles. "OK slave, time to eat your breakfast" she laughed. I knelt down and put my face into the bowl and gingerly ate everything that was in there. I was so hungry it did not matter to me what it was. "When you are finished with your breakfast and have properly cleaned up the kitchen I want you on all fours in the middle of the living room."

I was waiting for her on all fours. She arrived wearing a black silk body suit and high heels. She sat her beautiful body on my back, crossed her legs and she wrote in her diary. Fifteen minutes later a van drove into the driveway. Mistress heard the honking noise coming from the van’s horn. She sent me to open the garage door. The van entered and I pressed the button to close the door. A few minutes later Mistress Linda entered the house with her slave husband Marc. Mistress Linda is a very attractive brunette, age 27, Italian decent with a slender body. Her eyes are dark and piercing which reflect her cruel and cold personality. She was dressed in black jeans with a white blouse and knee-high leather boots. Marc had been very wealthy until he had surrendered all his assets to his Mistress and devoted his life to her. Both ladies hugged each other. We slaves greeted each other but knew our places at our Mistress' feet. We were quickly given work to do. I was to put Mistress Samantha's luggage into Mistress Linda's van parked in the garage. Slave Marc was to serve them, in this case a glass of wine.

The Goddesses sat together on the couch and chatted. Once the wine had been served Marc and I knelt before our Goddesses ready to serve them at their slightest command. "Slave, bring two dog bowls and a small pitcher at once" Mistress commanded. I placed two small bowls before their feet. Mistress Linda took the pitcher and went to the bathroom to pee. She filled it with her urine then poured it into the bowls. They sat on the sofa together and we were told to play with our cocks to make them erect. It didn’t take either Marc or I very long before we were both ready to explode. The Ladies sat on the couch sipping wine and teased us with their adorable feet. Our cocks were swollen, dangling between our thighs. "Drink slaves" snapped Mistress Linda. We knelt on our fours and began drinking the piss from our bowls.

We were lapping away when both Mistresses explained some of the rules we would have to live under during our trip this weekend. "First," Mistress Linda began, "both Mistress Samantha and I expect a lot of personal growth from both of you as slaves. We are going to Lady Cynthia's plantation this weekend. She has a large Victorian home out in the country where she and her daughters run a slave farm. Her husband Jeff is a total slave to them. He must serve the whims of his wife and daughters 24 hours a day. Her daughters Cheryl and Suzy have their own slaves and there are many others who visit to receive slave training at the farm. There are Women who come to vacation and enjoy of having male slaves at their disposal and some even bring their own slave/husbands/boyfriends to receive more obedience training" she went on. "Both of you must obey, without hesitation any of our demands or those of any of the other Mistresses present - when we speak you jump. It's as simple as that. You will be beaten, trampled and humiliated. You will have no privacy. You will live with other slaves. You may be told to fuck inanimate objects. You might be ordered to fuck each other or you will be fucked by Female superiors. "You will be watered like cattle and milked like cows. You will be teased, denied, and milked for our pleasure and amusement, and our convenience. You will occasionally be allowed to use your slave tongues on intimate parts of our bodies, but again this is solely for our pleasure. But mostly your tongues will be kept busy on Female toes and the soles of shoes. You will serve as our domestics, which of course you are" she said, as the two of them French kissed each other. "You might be allowed to watch or listen to Mistress Samantha and I while we make love to each other. If allowed these privileges you can be assured that you will be in extreme pain or suffering much humiliation while doing so. There is no free lunch for slaves." As they lectured us our cocks became hard and fully extended. Our eyes were cast downward as we lapped away at the bowls of their piss but it was certain we heard every word.

"How is it outside?" asked Mistress Samantha to Mistress Linda. "It's beautiful, let's feed our dogs and take them outside, we've got time before we leave" Mistress Samantha said. Leashes were put on our collars and we were caned as we crawled like dogs to the kitchen. Mistress Samantha had put a can of dog food in our doggie bowls and set them down on the floor. Meanwhile Mistress Linda had us beg like whimpering puppies just before we were allowed to eat. Both Mistresses seasoned our food by spitting in our bowls. Then we ate our food as both Mistresses stood above us and laughed at our humiliation and beat us with canes and dug their heels into the back of our necks until we cleaned our bowls.

When our Mistresses were finished with our doggie bowl humiliation were led out in the garden. Marc was placed standing up to a ladder with his ankles and wrists tied with rope. I was to hold the spare canes in case one broke. They caned him silly taking turns. He was screaming for mercy and it was easy to see why with what they did to him. Both Women were experts at training males into slavery. Their administration of pain, coupled with large doses of humiliation moulded the male mind into more of an animal state, much like horses, dogs that undergo extensive obedience training. Beatings are all part of the master plan. When they thought Marc had had enough they took me and tied me between two poles. I was placed standing spread-eagled with both of my wrists and ankles tied to the poles. Each Goddess whipped me, paying no attention to my crying, pleading and wild struggles as each lash struck my now hapless body. "Stop your whimpering, and be quiet slave, we don't want the neighbours to hear you." The caning went on. My body was a maze of fire. Finally they released me. Marc and I were made to crawl around like dogs and to relieve ourselves like male dogs by lifting one leg up and pissing on a bush. This really amused them, especially when we shook ourselves. Afterwards we amused them further when Mistress Samantha hosed us down. We had to scrub and dry each other off before giving each other a kiss.

We were freezing by the time we were finally led back into the house. We refilled our Goddess's wineglasses. Both of them sat on the couch. "Now you may amuse us by kneeling at attention and playing with yourselves" said Mistress Samantha. We snapped to a kneeling posture, legs spread and stomachs tucked in. Our shoulders were pulled back and our heads were bowed as we had been instructed previously. We began to jerk ourselves off. Our Goddesses lifted their feet and held them to our noses. "Look how foolish the pathetic, slaves look. Slave Marc is sniffing and tonguing my foot while slave Chris is worshipping your foot and both of them are playing with their cocks like children" Mistress Samantha scoffed. "Just use your thumb and index fingers" she said to Marc. "You too" Mistress Linda barked at me and kicked me in the face for emphasis. Mistress Samantha slid her foot out of her high heel and rubbed it along the length of Marc's throbbing cock. "Do you enjoy your suffering, slave?" she asked. "Yes Mistress, he replied. Marc's eyes were glazed with lust. He swayed his hips increasing the pressure of his turgid cock against my Mistress Samantha's stocking foot. "Oh, so you want to fuck my foot, eh slave?" "I'm sorry, Mistress" Marc said, knowing he was in trouble. Rubbing his miserable cock against anything without permission is a crime subject to severe punishment. "You should be, you little slut" Mistress Linda scolded him and then whipped him viciously across his side; "If Mistress Samantha wants her foot fucked she will order you to fuck it. If she just wants to play with your dick with her foot that is her privilege. I want you to show a little breeding and restraint slave." Mistress Linda emphasised her remarks by bringing her whip harshly once more across her slave's muscular but well bruised shoulders. Marc flinched from the pain, but made no reply. He simply cast his eyes down towards my Mistress Samantha's stocking foot, which continued to move up and down his cock. "Look at slave Chris. He has self control" Mistress Linda chortled. She was playing with my hard-on with her boot just like Mistress Samantha was doing to Marc's. "Oh the poor thing" Mistress Samantha said in mock sympathy referring to Marc. "If he's anything like my slave, and I know he is, he’s just crazy about a Mistress' pretty feet." She continued teasing his cock as she spoke. "Do you like the feel of my foot slave?" "Yes Mistress Samantha," he swooned "It feels wonderful."

Our cocks were teased vigorously to the verge of coming. "So you want to relieve your miserable dicks, slaves, do you?" scoffed Mistress Linda. "Only you Goddesses can grant us that privilege" I said meekly. "Well then beg for it, you miserable worms" said Mistress Samantha. We pleaded and begged, promising we would do anything for them if they would allow us to shoot our wads. "Linda, do you think we should allow our slaves to shoot their goo on our feet, and then have them lick it off?" asked Mistress Samantha. "No, why don't we have them shoot their wads in their little bowls and have them lick each other's bowl clean" responded Mistress Linda who laughed. "I have a better idea. Let's watch these worms perform a 69 for us and have them cum in each other’s mouths" said Mistress Samantha as both of them laughed. "Let's make them wait and humiliate them at Cynthia's place" Mistress Linda suggested. "You're right plus I think we need to be on our way now" Mistress Samantha added. Suddenly ecstasy turned into agony as our Mistresses gave each of us a good swift kick in the balls. We both doubled over in pain as we were whipped and kicked until we got to our knees.

Our Mistresses lead us by our cock leashes to the garage. We were loaded in the van, kept naked with discipline helmets on each of us. We were made to lie in the back of the van along with the luggage. Once in the van we were cuffed with hands behind our back and our ankles shackled together. They gagged our mouths with a pair of their most recent soiled panties to assure our silence during the trip. Then they threw an old rug over us to deny the curious and we were on our way. Though it was impossible to see us in the back of the van unless you peered under the rug it could be embarrassing if the police stopped us. As for our Mistresses this wasn't the smartest thing to do but it was a lot fun to them so they did it anyhow. That's what the trip was all about. Our Owners were doing everything and anything they wanted to do with us slaves without compromise. Mistress Samantha was revisiting her friend Cynthia and her two daughters Suzy and Cheryl on this trip. This would be one last fling before the increasingly colder days of fall would make it impractical. She was more than ready to spend several days relaxing at the plantation, using the pool, spa, tennis court, and well equipped exercise room. Not to mention being waited on hand and foot twenty-four hours a day by naked male slaves.

Lady Cynthia's ‘Plantation’ had been developed as a private and discreet vacation for ladies that enjoy the dominant lifestyle but for one reason or another can't always enjoy it at home. Her visitors are mostly affluent women with high profile lives. Lady Cynthia owns three slaves, one of them her husband. She used him to raise her daughters. He has had the honour of kneeling before them since they were teenagers. The ladies get the best of everything including the use of any slave at any time and in any way she wishes. Guests can spend hours by the pool or the tennis court being massaged and serviced to their hearts content. The rooms are beautifully decorated and very feminine-fresh flowers are brought in every day and yes, a mint is placed on guest’s pillows each night. Each room also has a few toys for the ladies to use if they wish. Hanging on the back of their closet door, each guest will find a crop, strap, leather paddle, gag, leash, and cuffs. Each room also has a training toilet just in case any guest wants to give her slave a drink. If requested a lady can also have a room with a ceiling hook conveniently placed in front of the window for those who enjoy sleeping with something nice to look at in the moonlight.

During our visit a lady and her daughter who had just turned eighteen were staying the whole week. They didn't mind if our Goddesses Samantha and Linda were there, in fact they were excited about the idea and looked forward to meeting them. The trip is about a 100 miles and our Goddess took the luxury of stopping at a restaurant for lunch while we slaves remained bound and gagged in the back of the van in the parking lot. Two hours later, we arrived just after lunch and stopped at the gate to the Plantation. The electronically controlled gates were opened from the house once it had been established who we were.

The long driveway snaked through the woods like a trail, which assured absolute privacy outdoors as well as in. The driveway came to an end at a circular courtyard in the front of the house. We pulled up to the steps of the house as Cheryl ran out to greet our Mistresses. She had on a blue denim skirt, lacy blouse and sneakers; she was a cute slender blonde that looked like a schoolgirl and not at all like the twenty two-year-old women that she is. Only the black leather whip hanging from her waist gave any hint of where we were. After they hugged, Lady Cynthia came out and Mistress Cheryl walked around to rear of the van to inspect Marc and I. Lady Cynthia stood about 6 '1" with a voluptuous body despite being in her mid 40's. She was a gorgeous Amazon with long wavy red hair. Wearing a white blouse and white tight riding pants along with her black leather-riding boots she epitomised exuded true superiority.

Mistress Cheryl looked over us for a moment before reaching for her whip. She started lashing us and soon we were flopping around in the van trying to avoid her strokes. She grabbed us by our cocks one at a time and pulled us towards her until we fell out of the van onto the ground before her. Our Mistresses and Lady Cynthia walked inside; leaving Mistress Cheryl to remove our ankle cuffs then making us crawl on all fours to the slave quarters. In the basement of this huge house was a large dungeon room. To one side of the room were the slave quarters which looked like a dog kennels with ten large dog cages. Mistress Cheryl removed our gags and helmets and made us lay down on the floor with our hands still cuffed behind our backs. Then she had us sign a consent form, confirming our acceptance that these cruel women owned us for the next 48 hours to use and abuse us for their amusement. We signed the form and kissed Mistress Cheryl's feet.

Next Mistress Cheryl made us walk outside where she hosed us down. Both Marc and I were paired off as slave partners and we were sent to the shower room and instructed to shave off all of the little body hair we had, except for the hair on our heads. When we were finished with our showers, we were to line up bending down and holding our ankles with our asses spread. Mistress Cheryl with latex gloves on fingered our rear passages and administered an enema into each our bowels. Then each of us, one by one, was allowed to relive ourselves in the toilet. Once cleaned inside and out, we were issued our collars and cuffs. Shackles with six-inches of chain between our ankles were placed on our feet. New slave collars were put around our necks. Mistress Cheryl kicked our sides to get us to rollover on our backs. "Slaves, here at 'The Plantation' are kept completely naked with their cock and balls shaved" said Mistress Cheryl. "Get on your knees" she ordered. She then put leather cuffs that had a five-inch chain between them around our wrists.

Once our shackling was complete we were led on our hands and knees through the house and outside to the pool where Mistresses Cynthia, Linda, and Samantha were with Mistress Carrie and her daughter Amy. They were catching some sun and had a slave down on all fours between them with a tray on his back holding refreshments and crop. Mistress Carrie was a very attractive woman in her mid 40's. She had striking brown hair with a very well shaped slender body and looked great in her black thong bikini. She is also a devout believer in Female superiority and has enjoyed a dominant lifestyle for many years before her circumstances changed due to the birth of Amy. Now that her daughter had grown into a woman she had been slowly introducing her to the pleasure of a world where superior women ruled inferior male beings. Amy, by all accounts, needs no persuasion and wants to learn all there is to know about using the power she knows as a woman she is endowed with. So her mother arranged for this stay at Lady Cynthia's not only as a vacation but also as an introduction into the realm of Female superiority for her daughter. This place provides the positive atmosphere without games, male fantasies or fetishes. Amy is very cute, petite, and blonde, with a cover girl face. She hadn’t yet acquired that ‘edge’ so apparent in those more accustomed to treating males with utter and absolute contempt. That was what this trip was all about to her.

We had taken our Mistresses luggage to their rooms. Mistress Cheryl was eager to show off the new slave in training to the ladies at the poolside. They accompanied her to the patio where she had the slave in training yoked to a pole by a ring and chain from his cock. The yoke is simply a wooden beam placed across the slave's shoulders with a groove in the centre for his neck. The arms go behind and over the ends of the beam where they are cuffed by the wrists to hold them in place. In this way, the slave actually helps keep the yoke in place. The yoke is used mainly as a training tool to break a slave for riding purposes. It also works very well for punishment and general slave training. Mistress Cheryl had yoked him for about three hours before we arrived as part of her training program and the strain was definitely showing on his face and body. But Mistress Cheryl had learned from her mother's strict ways of doing things that mercy to a slave was foolish thus she had no intention of releasing him from his burden. As he was looked over by the ladies, Mistress Cheryl ordered him to his knees while in their presence. She followed her order by whipping him until he dropped before them. "In this house, slaves kneel before ladies to show the proper respect. There are no excuses or exceptions," she said to the slave. Meanwhile Mistress Linda prodded his cock and balls with her shoe.

Going back inside the house all the ladies sat down to talk and catch up on all the latest gossip. Mistress Cynthia's slaves were kept naked and shaved with Prince Albert cock rings pierced and installed on their penises. "If this works out, all slaves will be pierced that way" Lady Cynthia said. Mistress Cheryl said she had an idea that she wanted to implement at this time. She assembled all nine of the slaves present at the Plantation at this time in a row, with Marc and I kneeling at attention before our Mistresses. She had us displaying ourselves like a piece of meat, with our knees spread. Mistress Cheryl came to each of us in turn with a small ear tag. The tag was circular about one centimetre in diameter with a stud on the back. My tag had the following data on it: Name - Chris; slave no. 5; commenced training - 20/10/02; length of erect penis - 7.5 in; pain tolerance – severe; Best services - foot worship, oral service - toilet slavery. Each slave's left ear was pierced and the tag was worn like an earring. If not pierced she quickly pierced the slave's ear with a piercing gun.

"We plan to use the slaves hard whilst here as we are intent on enjoying every minute of this vacation" Mistress Samantha told Lady Cynthia and her daughter Mistress Cheryl. "You are free to do with them as you please. That's what the worthless beings are for" Lady Cynthia responded, "I really want you to be especially hard on the new slaves to help break them if you can. Mistress Suzy is a full time college student. She is away at the moment and cannot run the household. Fortunately my daughter Cheryl has eagerly accepted the job and she is now the official House Mistress in charge of running the house, keeping things in order, ensuring the grounds are maintained to perfection and the guests happy. She supervises the slaves with an iron hand, working them hard and getting the most out of each one. Soon after taking this job she started wearing a whip from her waist. Suzy and I have started calling her the warden, joking that she probably sleeps and showers with her whip." As they talked, Lady Cynthia asked our Mistresses to spend time with Amy. Lady Cynthia and Mistress Carrie felt that our Mistresses would be good role models for her.

Mistress Cheryl rang a small bell and her slave/father instantly appeared in the room. He was wearing a small apron that left his cock and balls exposed with a matching garter belt, stockings and heels. His wrists were cuffed with a thin, two-foot chain, which ran from the centre of the first chain to the piercing on his penis. A black leather slave collar with a further chain attached to the others completed the restriction of his movement. Of course, just like the other slaves he wears a cock ring to control orgasms and had an ear tag too. Once he was kneeling before his Mistress she ordered him to bring refreshments. "That outfit is something new that I am trying on him and that he will be wearing while you're here" Mistress Cheryl explained as he left the room. When he returned with their drinks both Mistress Samantha and Linda took time to look him over more closely and Mistress Cheryl asked them for their opinion.

Meanwhile our Mistresses ordered Marc and I to their respective rooms to unpack their luggage. Off we went to their bedrooms and I quickly and neatly unpacked my Mistresses clothes. Mistress Samantha entered the door. I immediately dropped to my knees and kissed her feet. She sat herself in a chair and ordered me to light her cigarette. "I'll be relaxing at the pool before dinner, slave, get my swimsuit, the red bikini, out for me" she ordered. Then she removed her shoes and I was instructed to massage her feet. She rose from the chair and took out a leather hood, "I don't want anyone to be offended by having to look at your ugly face" she said as she pulled it over my head. Then she pushed me down on the floor and stepped on my back. She removed her clothes and she let them fall on me. When she was completely nude she jumped and danced on my back for few minutes, then she put on her swimsuit and high heels. "Pick up my clothes, slave" she said as she fixed her hair. We went down stairs and I followed my Mistress who led me on all fours like a dog on a leash.

Before dinner, Mistress Linda and Samantha wanted to spend some time relaxing at the pool. On the way they stopped to take a second look at the newest slave in training who was still yoked on the patio. He was sweaty from being in the heat. So to get a good look at his face, Mistress Linda picked up a small fallen branch from under a tree. It was about as big around as a hard cock and almost two feet long. After looking him over and prodding him to open his mouth she pushed the branch into his mouth. Then they laughed and left him like that ordering him not to let it go until his Mistress gave him permission. At the poolside our Mistresses lay down. We applied suntan oils to their smooth bodies and faces. They relaxed while we slaves pampered them. We served them wine, massaged them and worshipped their feet. I spent at least thirty minutes just sucking Mistress Samantha and Linda's toes while Marc was used as a table and ashtray.

Shortly before dinner the Ladies were served with champagne. They stood around chatting and occasionally used a gloved hand to caress a penis or muscular chest. One slave dared to become aroused and Lady Samantha whipped his ass with a strap and his balls with a small leather whip. The Ladies ate together in the formal dining room. The maid slave Jeff served an excellent meal and stood to attention while they ate. Later they enjoyed an evening of girl talk as they got to know each other better with slaves serving as their footstools and coffee tables. Meanwhile we had our ear tags tugged and looked at by other guests.

To enhance the evening’s entertainment for the ladies Mistress Cheryl had organised a slave auction whereby guests could purchase for use any slave on the premises for one night. An hour after dinner, Mistress Cheryl rounded up all slaves except maid/slave Jeff who was still busy cleaning up. There were ten slaves and six Mistresses in total. Mistress Carrie's teenage daughter Amy did not get involved in the auction, but did plenty of observing. She seemed relaxed and was approving of what she saw. She talked and laughed as much as any of the Women but she never once put a slave under her feet or even gave an order. The most she did was to pick up a drink from a tray that been placed on a slave's back. All ten slaves were taken into the den and lined up in order by our numbers. Mistress Cheryl put tags with big numbers on them on our slave collars. If we had hoods on our heads they were removed but leather blindfolds were put on us to cover our eyes and we still remained shackled. "Get those miserable looking cocks hard, now, slaves" Mistress Cheryl screamed. "I want your superiors out there, to see how long your pathetic looking cocks are, worms" she shouted as she whipped us with her crop. Each slave was brought into living room one at a time and was made to stand on the coffee table at attention and completely naked. There he would be on display before these very excited and cruel ladies who were out to have fun. They were all fired up, especially after they had consumed several bottles of champagne. Several Ladies started abusing us without mercy. The cat-of-nine was the weapon of choice and soon the room was full of screams and laughter.

After they had had the opportunity to assess each slave it was time for the auction. Real money was used with the profits going into kitty to be used as a jackpot for a future game. The following bids were made and accepted: Mistress Cynthia – slave no.7 £12.00; Mistress Cheryl - slave no. 2 £11.00; Mistress Samantha – slave no. 3 & slave no. 4 £28.00; Mistress Linda – slave no. 1 & slave no. 6 £22.00; Mistress Carrie - slave no. 5 & slave no. 8 £26.00. A total of £92.00 was raised for the kitty.

After the purchases were completed we were led to our respective buyer blindfolded to begin our servitude. Mistress Linda had slave no. 1 suck slave no. 6 for her amusement. It was a chore that he loved and hated. He also had to masturbate himself at the same time. The lady that all slaves feared the most though was Mistress Cheryl. She was the most vicious when it came to managing slaves. Some Mistresses like the power of slave owning. Some like the sexual abandon accompanying it. Some simply like to have servants at their beck and call to work for them. Mistress Cheryl however just didn't like men. Her main interest was for them to slave for her and to look for any infraction whether real or trumped up so that she could administer cruel punishment. Mistress Cheryl in fact, had become the disciplinary arm of The Plantation. If a Mistress felt that her slave had to be re-educated because of poor attitude or ethics he was sent to spend time with her. When they returned to their owners any behaviour defects had normally been perfected and they were thoroughly docile. The threat of being dealt with by Mistress Cheryl was usually enough to get a slave to perform anything that a Mistress required. Mistress Cheryl loved her vocation and would sometimes call one of the Ladies and tell her to find a complaint against one of the slaves that was especially fun to abuse. She had purchased slave no. 2. He was standing on the top of the coffee table with a raging hard on and you could see Mistress Cheryl eyeing him fiercely. "What’s your role slave?" she asked him. "To serve you Mistress" he replied. Mistress Cheryl decided he had not displayed sufficient enthusiasm in his answer and caned him viciously. He begged her to stop, falling to his knees and caressing her legs with his lips. Then she had him lay on a body length pillow, restrained him attached a spreader bar between his ankles and a gag in his mouth. She donned a strap-on dildo and covered it with K-Y jelly. She mounted him and whispered in his ear, "this is going to be wicked for you slut but lots of fun for me." She drove the strap-on deep inside him causing him to struggle against his restraints and murmur cries through his gag. The look of delight on Mistress Cheryl’s face was frightening.

Meanwhile the rest of the slaves were servicing our assigned Mistress' feet. I would service Mistress Carrie's right foot while slave no. 8 worked on her left foot. When Mistress Cheryl had finished raping her slave, she further humiliated him by having him suck her dildo clean. Afterwards Lady Cynthia instructed her TV maid to blindfold all the slaves. After the maid had tightly blindfolded and cuffed us Lady Cynthia invited the Mistresses to join her on the L-shaped sofa as she explained the rules of her latest party game. The game, it turned out, was simply her own version of blind man's bluff. Each Mistress was asked to remove a shoe and one stocking. Then the maid slave gave each woman an identical stocking. Each blindfolded slave was forced to crawl down the line of identically clad nylon feet and attempt to identify which foot belonged to his Mistress. Each slave made the trip down the line three times. The first time down the line each slave was allowed to smell the foot presented to him. No touching was permitted -just the sense of smell. The second time down the foot line each slave was allowed to touch just the tips of the toes of each Mistress with his hands. The third time down the line each slave was allowed to kiss and tongue the nylon-clad foot of each Mistress. Of course the slaves endured a ton of mistreatment during and in between each round. At end of the third run we were ordered to stand up and were rapidly spun around a half dozen times to disorientate us. While they spun us around they rained a heavy assault of whips and paddles on our backs, sides, front, legs, shoulders and cocks. The severity of punishment was designed to further disorientate us to make our task of guessing more difficult. The beatings increased after each of the three successive rounds. In this game all slaves guessed incorrectly and you can imagine what was done to us. We received a heavy assault of punishment for ten continuous minutes during which the Mistresses had a free for all punishing any slave in any way they chose. We were beaten, whipped, kicked and spit upon by these cruel beautiful bitches.

It appeared that the ladies had enjoyed the first game considerably. The consensus amongst them was that each and every one of them had become so aroused that their pussies became wet and hot. This led into the next game, which was similar to the game just played but instead of the Mistresses having their feet caressed by their adoring and harassed slaves it would be their pussies. The first time down the line each slave was allowed to sniff each pussy. The second time, the Mistresses added a different feature by having each slave stick his nose up her asshole. The third time each slave was allowed to lick each Mistress' pussy but for only one minute. Amy held a stopwatch to keep track of the time. After each one-minute period each slave was asked to guess if this was his assigned Mistress or not. If he guessed correctly that it was not, then he was to move to the next Mistress. If he guessed that it was his Mistress' and he was right, then serving her orally until she was satisfied was his reward. However if a slave guessed incorrectly, he was given a sound beating by the Mistress whose pussy he had just licked.

By the time the games were over it was quite late and each Mistress retired to her room with her slave or slaves. I was ordered to report to Mistress Carrie's bedroom in ten minutes time. Meanwhile the maid was left to clean up before going to the slave quarters for evening. My slave partner, slave no. 5 was ordered to report to Mistress Carrie's daughter Amy's room. I had been instructed that when I arrived at Mistress Carrie's door I was to knock then kneel with my hands behind my back and forehead to the floor. I was told to knock once every minute until the door ws opened. After five knocks and minutes Mistress Carrie opened the door and ordered me crawl to her daughter Amy who was sitting by her side on the edge of the bed. "Suck her toes" she instructed me. "Amy, I'm going to put your slave no. 5 who is kneeling at your door in bondage and hang him as your ceiling ornament for the night, I'll be back soon. Have fun while I’m gone." Miss Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, she was only wearing a white bra and matching panties. I licked and massaged her feet, darting my tongue between her toes and sucking them, first one at a time and then all of them all at once. Meanwhile she lay back on the bed moaning with pleasure as she rubbed her crotch. Mistress Carrie returned and changed into a black bra and garter belt with matching panties and stockings. She added a pair of black high-heel stiletto shoes whilst I was still sucking her daughter's toes. She got a crop from the closet to add to the studded leather strap she had picked up downstairs.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Amy" Mistress Carrie said to her daughter. "You have a slave at your disposal in your room or you could just sit back and watch your mum in action" she continued. Amy decided to watch as she sat on the bed rubbing her crotch. Mistress Carrie sat herself on the recliner and I was ordered to kiss her feet. "I'm going to beat you hard, slave and you will remain silent and motionless while I work on your hide" She told me of her plans for that night. "If you please me, slave, I might allow you the privilege of servicing me. But if I'm unhappy in any way, I will double your punishment" she continued. "Put your head to floor, slave" she demanded as she stood up and kicked me several times. Then with her spiked heel digging into the back of my neck she began lashing me back and forth across my back. She told me she was saving my ass and thighs for the studded strap although she couldn't resist giving my ass a few lashes with the crop. Finally it was time to give me the strap. She swung it over and over again watching it bite my hide. I was able to handle the crop but the strap had me gasping and crying out. "I'll start all over again if you can't keep you're whimpering down to a minimum" she said.

When she had finally finished beating me she sat down in front of me again. She ordered me to get back on my knees but it took a couple of lashes with the crop to get me moving. Once it became apparent that I had pleased her sufficiently to receive my reward I recovered quickly. She removed her black panties to expose her heavenly pussy, which I could see was glistening with her juices. Pulling me by the hair she put me to work. While pleasing Mistress Carrie, I could hear the sounds of a whip coming from another room. "I don't who it is, but I guess someone else just can't sleep tonight" my Mistress for tonight said. It wasn’t long before her clitoris was hard and throbbing and her juice were beginning to flow. She threw me down onto the floor on my back and sat squarely down on my face. "Lick slave" she ordered. She began thrusting her hips and pushed down harder on my mouth and nose so that I could hardly breathe. Her juices were now flowing quite freely and her movements were becoming more frantic. She screamed, "lick faster, harder slave." Suddenly her movements intensified and I could feel her whole body shuddering. A stream of warm, sticky juice flowed into and around my mouth. "Swallow it all slave" she said "and then lick me clean."

Meanwhile daughter Amy had removed her white panties and was stroking herself close to orgasm. "Come and let this worthless slave finish you off" Mistress Carrie said to her daughter. Amy didn’t need much encouragement and within a flash squatted her young, sweet pussy down on my mouth. She was also very wet, she’d obviously been aroused by her mother’s display, but her taste was sweeter than her mother’s and her body lighter. It was a true labour of love to flick my tongue gently across her growing clitoris. "Is he doing it well darling?" Mistress Carrie enquired of Amy. "I need him to do it faster mummy" was Amy’s response. "You heard her slave, faster or you’ll be punished even more severely than before." My tongue was tiring but I wasn’t going to take a punishment instead of this delight so I summoned up my last ounce of strength to increase the pace. It was long before she started whimpering and shuddering and finally sat down hard on my face. Her juices flowed but not quite so fiercely as her mother’s. She rested on my face for a moment. "Was that good darling" asked her mother. "Oh yes mummy, can I use him again tomorrow?" said Amy with a sense of wicked delight. "We’ll see sweetheart, there are so many other slaves you know."

Amy clambered off my face. Now they had finished with me Mistress Carrie gave me a kick which brought me quickly to my senses and ordered me to put her clothes away which she had left on the chair. Before retiring for night, she put my head in the training toilet and cuffed my wrists to the frame. She then sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder all over my face. "Amy dear, do you have to use the potty before bed?" Mistress Carrie said to her daughter. "Yes mother, I need to go." Amy replaced her mother on the on the toilet. She said it felt funny that was she about to pee in a slave's mouth for the first time. It took her a while to pee but when it finally came the sweet nectar gushed and gushed. I did as instructed and swallowed every last drop. "You know Amy there’s a training toilet and slave in your room. Good night dear, now go to your room" Mistress Carrie said to her daughter. "Yes mother" Amy answered her mom as she slipped back on her panties. She kissed her mother good night and giggled as she left the room.

"You'll stay there for the night slave, I'll be using you first thing in the morning" Mistress Carrie said. She then went to her laundry basket and pulled out a pair of dirty panties. She showed the crotch to me and I could see the vast, white stains of her juices. She folded the panties carefully and placed them over my face so that the crotch covered my mouth and nose. She placed a gag around my head and in my mouth, which kept the panties in place over my nose and forced the crotch into my mouth. "You’ll smell me all night slave and you’d better make sure that you have licked the stains clean by morning or else!" she laughed as she climbed into bed and turned off the lights.