By seven that night everyone had arrived. Everyone invited was either an advocate of a female-led-relationship lifestyle or were intimately aware of it. The natural outcome of that philosophy meant those dommes having slaves, had them come naked. Their role tonight would be what it always was – to assist their mistress and enjoy the festivities as best they could. As a way to defuse the situation with her husband’s scarred back which was now a mix of fresh scabs, bruises and angry welts, Deb called Bobby in from where he had been laying low and out of sight.
“Turn around Bobby so they can see your back.”
There was a united gasp when they viewed the carnage of Sharon’s wrath. If anything the resulting inflammation made what it appear even more painful than it was.
“I know. It looks bad,” Deb began. “It is bad. But things are what they are and his backside is what it is. I wanted you to all see it together because I don’t want explain things umpteen times to everyone individually. Actually I don’t want to go into specifics about why it happened at all – and I won’t. However, I do want you all to know that there was a situation my slave got himself into that needed to be addressed and addressed it was. I’m going to leave it at that.”
“What the hell did he do wrong?” Tyaja asked. “Damn Deb, those are some nasty marks.”
“Like I said, I don’t want to get into the details of it all. Maybe later in the week we can talk privately,” she said mostly to appease her curiosity.
Sharon stood quietly, amazed and admiring her sister’s approach to this delicate situation. Other than the raw vitriol she expressed in the playroom when she first saw Bobby’s and the few words they exchanged at that time, she had said nothing more. However, Sharon knew Jenny, Jordy and Malik were aware she was the one who had beaten Bobby. To her surprise, everyone seemed to take this all in stride, at least until now.
Sharon had met Tyaja on multiple occasions during previous visits and was aware of her strong personality. Sharon knew she wasn’t a woman to take things at face value, and because Deb and Ty were such good friends, Ty probably knew that Deb wasn’t the one who had done this to her husband.
Sharon scanned the circle gathered. Standing next to her was Lisa, her naked body was a model of perfection. She was physically gifted, like most of the female beauties attending the celebration. However, Lisa was the lone collared and naked woman. She was Ty’s slave. Ty, always one to push the latest in fashion had Lisa wearing, what looked like an ancient Egyptian push up bra. It consisted of nothing more than two metal under-cups connected by two thin leather cords. One cord looped over her neck while the other tied around her back. The brass undercups had the effect of lifting her creamy white tits fabulously. Sharon couldn’t help but notice the pronounced perkiness of her dark nipples popping forward like a pair of small brown jewels.
Ty gripped the leash secured to her collar; a mark of her ownership of such a prized possession. Next to Ty stood Katie, the neighbor-girl from across the street. Next to her were the young girls – Katie and Layla. Both came dressed to kill in erotically short cocktail dresses that barely concealed their tight asses. Katie’s ruby red dress and long blonde hair highlighted her slender athletic figure. Standing tall and confident she was a model for what it meant to still be young, athletic and tight. Layla was stunning beauty. Sharon wasn’t certain of her ethnic background but thought the girl was a mix of Asian and Middle-Eastern descent. Her dark complexion contrasted with Katie’s long blonde hair and California-tanned skin.
Opposite Sharon and standing next to Bobby and his mistress were Layla Richardson and her husband Raymond. Raymond, like Bobby had massive balls. Both had been enhanced, courtesy of Layla who, as a physician specializing in sexual dysfunctions, sexual performance and genital cosmetic surgery, had authored their changes. Completing the circle and standing quietly adjacent to Bobby was the couple about which everyone was here to celebrate – Jenny and Jordy.
Sharon squeezed Malik’s collar and pulled on it ever so slightly when Deb’s gaze held on her naked slave. Sharon felt Malik stiffen and stand just a little more erect. Looking down she noted his erection and stroked it, letting everyone know how proud she was of her man’s black monster.
Malik, like all the men here were slaves. His body was nearly as muscular as Bobby’s and his cock was longer than everyone. Jordy and Bobby were of similar length but remained an inch or so shorter than Malik. Of course, Bobby had the most massive dick and balls in the group. The guy was simply freakishly huge. Raymond’s cock was the shortest but still at least 7 inches long his resembled a fireplug. Because his balls were the size of Bobby’s it dwarfed his cock, making it look small in comparison. All of the slaves made Jordy shaft stand out as the little guy on the block. Even though he was a healthy denizli escort eight – pushing nine inches, it didn’t compare to what the others sported.
Sharon stared at each of the men gathered. They all were sporting stately erections and Bobby, despite the obvious pain she knew he must be experiencing was dripping live a sieve with Raymond’s cock not far behind. Both had copious fluid leakage, a side effect of their enhanced testicle size.
“Turn around Bobby,” Ty implored.
Bobby looked immediately to his mistress who nodded her approval.
“God, you are a mess. Doesn’t that hurt?”
“I told you,” Deb interjected, “we aren’t going to discuss my slave’s health tonight.”
“There’s no way you did that?” Ty stated while ignoring Deb’s words.
“Later Ty.” Her eyes tightened.
“I know what I need to before I leave,” the black woman said dismissively.
“Whatever,” Deb countered with a tone sounding just as dismissive. She then looked at the eleven others gathered in her splendid home. “Tonight we welcome back my slave Jenny, and with her, the slave she has chosen to own, courtesy of The Farm.”
Jordy felt the attention turn his way. Jenny pulled on his leash and spoke, “Present”. Thrusting his hips forward he presented in the same way he had done for so many weeks. Although he continued to look at the floor he could hear the snickers of others. He chanced a smile which only made the gathered crowd laugh harder.
“And as you can see,” Deb went on, “our new slave is proud to show off that pretty little dick of his.” Her comment broke the tension as everyone laughed all the harder.
“Hey,” Jenny called. “He has a nice package.”
“Nice if you like it little,” Sharon offered.
“He isn’t going to be this way forever,” Jenny challenged. “He’s only been home for a day.”
“Are you asking for my services?” Layla asked.
By now everyone was sporting a smile. It seemed as if the diversion of Jordy’s relatively small cock and balls was all that was needed to divert the attention away from Bobby.
“Well, are you,” Ty pressed.
“I would like to talk with you about him if that’s OK,” Jenny offered.
“For you Jenny, I think I have an opening for a consult tonight, that is, if you wish to chat with me over a glass of wine.”
Jenny beamed.
“Well, I think we’re through with the formalities. Welcome everyone! And Happy New Year!” Deb clapped twice. “Slaves, fetch your mistresses a drink of their choosing. Bobby and Jordy, make sure you serve Katie and Laysha as well.”
The guys and Lisa hurried off and returned shortly. “To Jenny and her slave,” Layla shouted, lifting her glass. They toasted the couple and followed up their toast with embraces to formally welcome them home.
For Jordy, he couldn’t think of a moment in which he felt prouder. Here he was with the woman of his dreams, standing naked with other slaves and their mistresses and feeling completely at ease. Never could he have imagined that just seven months ago he was finishing up his education after attending a vanilla university and living a vanilla life with vanilla, and nerdy, friends everywhere. Yet somewhere out there was an entirely different world; a world filled with women ruling men, owning men and expecting their servitude.
If he hadn’t met Travis, the kid who had fallen that May afternoon after crossing a stream in the backcountry of Maine and seen his display cage poking ridiculously out from his hiking pants he would have never known about female led relationships, about male slaves, or realize there were women who treasured men who lived to serve their interests. Travis had been the key to it all and now his thoughts went briefly back to the place he had just left and he wondered how his dear friend was fairing.
Jordy felt a small hand grasp his erection. “He isn’t all that small,” the voice said. Jordy turned and saw that it was Layla, the oldest of the women at the party. Although her hand still held onto his member her attention remained fully on Miss Jenny.
“I know it isn’t. And I love it.”
“So why the insinuation that you wanted him altered?”
Jenny grinned. “You do realize I am Deb’s slave?”
“I wasn’t sure about that until she mentioned it. But I was wondering about the relationship between the two of you.”
“Well I am. For years I was Lisa’s slave.” Jenny watched Layla nod. “Earlier this year Deb made a proposal and offered me a place to stay and a job to do if I became her slave. So with Lisa’s blessing I moved on from her and in with Deb.”
“And what was the job?”
Jenny grinned. “Teasing and tormenting Bobby.”
Layla raised an eyebrow. “You mean sexually?”
“Yes we spent most of the day together and I came to admire your work.”
“He is beautiful,” Layla agreed.
“He is but he’s a little too big for me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes. I tried him out more than once. He’s definitely too big. Nice but too thick.”
Again diyarbakır escort the eyebrows rose.
“It’s not what you think. He was married to her and it’s a long story. But what I never forgot was just how perfect his balls are. I’ve been looking at your husband.”
“And you want the same for your slave?”
“I think so.”
“Jenny, there’ can’t be any second guessing here. If you change him there is no turning back. I can make boys bigger but I haven’t figured out how to shrink them back down,” she said with a smile.
“No, I’m sure. I’m just not sure how big. But look,” she pointed to Bobby and Raymond. “Look how manly they look compared to Jordy and even Malik.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you. I wouldn’t have done that to Raymond if I didn’t like Raymond 2.0 better than Raymond 1.0,” she said with a chuckle.
Jenny giggled. “So do you think you can update Jordy 1.0?”
“I think the three of us should schedule a time after the first of the year and have a talk. But you may want to bring this up to your mistress first. There is no telling what she might think.”
“True. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“And Jenny,” she said placing her hand on Jenny’s arm. “Just because Bobby is too big, doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy a slightly thicker version of him.” She squeezed Jordy’s cock.
“You can do that?”
“I can do most anything. But like I said, you need to speak with your owner and then make an appointment with me. Once I know what you body and eyes want most, I can pretty much build you Jordy 2.0 the way you want.”
“Then I will speak with her. And you can be sure I’ll get back to you right away.”
“No hurry sweetie. No hurry.” Layla kissed Jenny on the cheek. “Welcome home dear. I’m so happy for you and for you too,” she said to Jordy.
“Thank you ma’am! Thank you! And I am glad to be home finally.”
“Now where is my Raymond. I need another glass of this.” She looked left and right but didn’t see him.
“I can get that for you. What are you drinking?”
“It’s the Sauvignon that Deb has out. It’s delicious. Thank you Jordy.”
…
Deb was encouraged to see the party was off to a good start. Everyone with the exception of Tyaja was engaged in light conversation. Bobby had a nice mix of easy rock from the 80’s and 90’s playing on the sound system and everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves. Deb had received several compliments with regard to the food the guys served which only made her more proud of her slave. She took the chance of having him make a few different hors d’oeuvres to serve. Doing so violated every principle of ‘party-hosting’ she followed but tonight was different. Partying with her closest friends was different. If the food tasted terrible, Ty and Sharon would be the first to tell her.
Deb couldn’t help but notice Lisa kneeling. With her head tilted back and pressed into Ty’s pussy Lisa unashamedly worked her mistress toward an orgasm Deb knew would be powerful. Although they were not bringing attention to themselves, anyone walking to the lake side portion of the immense living area could hardly ignore them. Ty had her dress lifted up and her eyes closed. She leaned casually against the wall while keeping one hand gripped deeply in her slave’s inky black hair. Deb knew that her discreteness wouldn’t last. Ty never took a woman passively. It was only a matter of time before the aggressive and dominant side took over and a good face-fucking of her slave ensued.
Her admiration for Lisa who decided to take the plunge from living as a dominant to that of a submissive, grew. Lisa had, and always been one of the classiest women she had ever met. Why she decided to transition from Jenny’s dominant to Tyaja’s slave she didn’t understand. What was self evident however, was the newfound vigor in the way she looked at life. Her role as a tax accountant had always been pretty dry, regimented and uneventful. Seated alone in front of a computer monitor or meeting with clients, wasn’t something Deb considered as the most sought after of jobs. Even though Deb did pretty much the same thing, while Lisa reviewed numbers and made sure the government wouldn’t go after companies for not paying their fair share, Deb made money through her investments. The two jobs didn’t even compare to one another from Deb’s vantage point. Both were desk jobs but Deb’s earned her a mid-six-figure income annually.
“Are you loving life?” Jenny heard Raymond ask upon walking up to her slave.
“I’m a happy camper,” Jordy responded.
“It’s a great life. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“How long have you been a slave?”
“Eighteen years and counting and I hope it to be eighty one someday.” Raymond laughed heartily.
“I’m hoping for the same but for me it’s been less than 18 days.”
“You just do what you’re told and learn the ways of your mistress and you’ll be fine.”
“Is it that easy?”
“Slavery isn’t rocket science but antalya escort I wouldn’t call what we are asked to do as easy. Obeying isn’t always the easiest thing to do.”
“I don’t know that I really have an alternative choice in the matter.”
“No you don’t,” Raymond agreed. “But that doesn’t make following orders you don’t agree to or feel like doing easy. You won’t always agree and sometimes what she wants won’t be what you think is best. That’s when it gets tough. At least it is for me.”
Jordy noticed a long drooling drop of precum from the older man’s cock fall to the carpet. “Does it always do that?”
“Ever since Layla enlarged by balls it has. Why, does that offend you?”
“No, not at all. I didn’t mean to imply anything negative,” Jordy said quickly. “It’s just that I noticed that you and Bobby both drip so much; that’s all.”
“Then no need to apologize. Here,” he extended a finger tip filled with the thick clear fluid. “Give it a try. Here.”
Jordy leaned back. “I think I’ll pass.”
“No, I think you won’t,” came the voice from behind. It was Jenny. “Try it.”
Slowly he leaned in and closed his mouth around the finger full of the clear nectar.
“What do you think? Good isn’t it?” Ray inquired.
“It’s got a sweet taste.” Jordy looked at Jenny. “It actually tastes OK.”
Raymond grinned. “That’s my opinion of it as well. I don’t know why but I noticed the change almost immediately after I started dripping. The old me didn’t really have a taste but now this stuff seems like it’s loaded with sugar. Layla can’t explain it either.”
“And how much do you cum when she lets you?” Jenny asked.
“Oh god, a ton, Miss Jenny.”
“This much?” She held up the partially full glass of wine.
“At least. Look how big I am. They pump out quite a bit.”
“That much?” Jordy exclaimed.
“Slave,” Jenny interrupted. Go speak with Katie. She has some questions she wants to ask you.”
Jordy gave her a quizzical look.
“Remember my advice fellow slave,” Raymond said hastily and winked.
Jordy grinned and kissed his mistress on the cheek. “I’m on my way Mistress. I love you.”
Jenny gave his balls an affectionate squeeze. “Good boy. Come back when she is through with you.”
Jordy found Katie alone and looking out at the lake through one of the large plate-glass windows. “Did you want to talk with me Miss Katie?”
“I did. Do you remember me from Chevonne’s basement?”
“How could I forget? You were a mess that night.”
Katie chuckled. “I was. I also lost a friend that evening.”
“I didn’t know that. Was it Tianna?”
“You remembered her name. I’m impressed.”
“I kind of cheated,” Jordy admitted. I mean, I read every one of the emails she sent to Travis during our hike south. I knew she was your roommate and she’s a hard woman not to forget.”
“What she did to you and Travis was inexcusable. I mean, discipline has its place but what they did was just wrong.”
“I won’t disagree with you but I do believe positive changes can come from enduring times like that?”
Katie gave him a surprised look. “You do? So you think that what happened to Bobby was good?”
“I don’t know enough about his situation to even comment but I can say that good can come out of hardships.”
“I guess so,” she said thoughtfully. “But I don’t know that what happened to you back then was anything more than a few girls taking out their aggressions.”
Jordy nodded. “All I can speak for is me, but every time I’ve been punished or made to do something I didn’t want, it helped me better understand my place within the world of women who want to be in charge. I think that was the purpose of our beating. Mistress Jacqueline wanted to establish that fact with Travis and me.”
“And you were OK with it?”
“I didn’t like it at the time and I’ve never tried to do something to purposely be punished but I made some mistakes after I went to The Farm. I deserved the consequences of those actions. I needed to know my actions had consequences. I loved the mistresses I had in charge of me and I understood that anytime I was punished was only because I made a bad choice. Their job was to train me to be disciplined and respectful and obedient. I didn’t always meet those expectations and I paid a price when I fell short.”
“I can see your point. But Tianna was wrong to beat you. She just was.” Katie paused before going on. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you because Jenny told me you think you saw Travis. I find that hard to believe Jordy. I just saw him last week. He spent the time with me here in Texas after finishing his hike.”
“He finished?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, I should have told you. Silly me. I guess you had no idea as to what happened to him after you two were separated.”
“Yea, I completely lost touch with him.”
“Well he finished on Thanksgiving day. He called me from Springer Mountain to tell me he was done. I flew him here to Dallas. We were together for about a month – until Christmas Eve.”
“What happened?”
“Do you remember Rachel, the girl from his high school?”
“Sure do. But I’m not making the connection.”
“I know you don’t know this about me but I got to know Rachel. We met just prior to the fiasco at Chevonne’s.”
Now it was Jordy’s turn to appear surprised.