The next stop was another sumptuously and erotically appointed room. Its major feature was a huge chair. I went through the usual ritual of having the attendant slaves lap and kiss my cunt and after inspecting them I reclined in the chair. Immediately two slaves began ministering to my feet, lapping and sucking my toes one after the other. Two other slaves prepared my fingers in the same way and the obligatory cunt-lapping slave got between my legs to minister to me. Another pair of slaves moved to either side of me and began to lap my breasts.
It was hard to believe that this was the FemdomWorld Spa's beauty parlor and that I was here for a manicure, pedicure and hairstyle. But after I had enjoyed a few screaming orgasms, the slaves began their more mundane, but pleasurable ministrations. The foot slaves gently and lovingly clipped and filed my toenails, pausing occasionally to kiss and suck. They did a wonderful job of applying a nail polish and to expedite drying they blew pleasurably on my toes.
My hands were treated similarly. First the sucking and kissing, then the clipping and filing. Then more sucking and kissing. Finally a coat of nail polish adoringly applied with sensuous blow-drying from the lips of eager, naked and rock-hard slaves.
A naked hairdresser clipped and reshaped my hair and combed it into a shining helmet with hundreds of gentle sensuous strokes. When the slaves were satisfied with their work they again addressed my body with their mouths and tongues and drove me to another few orgasms.
I rose imperiously and studied myself in the mirror. They had done a fine job and deserved a reward. They deserved release. I could see from the pleading look in their eyes, and their cocks dripping with precum, that they wanted relief desperately. I would let them have it.
"You have done well, slaves. Your reward is a blowjob. Get up, slaves," I commanded my personal slaves, "suck these cocks!" I knew they were all blatant heterosexuals and did not like performing homosexual acts, but they were obedient. Each of my three slaves knelt before one of the salon slaves and drew the rockhard tool into his mouth.
I watched with a feeling of exultation as these obedient cocksuckers performed at my command. The first three salon slaves erupted into my slave's mouths and I could see throats working furiously as they fought to swallow every drop. They might not know what penalty I would impose if they spilled a drop, but they knew me well enough by now to be afraid of the consequences.
When the first three were satisfied the second three stepped forward and they too were relieved of their loads of jizz. They blew their cum deep into the sucking throats of my personal vassals. The slave who had had the privilege of sucking my cunt had developed a tremendous load and the gush of his jizz had overwhelmed my beefy slave. Some cum dribbled down his cheek onto the floor.
I was exultant. Here was a chance to exercise my power over them again and inflame my cunt even more. I roared at the unfortunate. "Lap it up, all of it!" He frantically complied but he knew it was too late. "Over the chair with your ass up."
The fear in his eyes as he reluctantly complied thrilled me. When he was in place I moved to a position where I could stripe his ass with my riding crop. To two of the other slaves I commanded, "Hold him down." I beckoned the tall slave to kneel before me and lap my cunt while I administered punishment.
I struck a vicious blow and shouted, "When I give and order it is to be carried out flawlessly. This slut failed and is being punished. The next time one of you makes a mistake it will be even worse."
I struck blow after blow and my victim screamed with each blow and squirmed violently between blows. He was soon begging for mercy, but I gave him none. Twenty blows I rained down on his defenseless ass, which was soon a bright scarlet. When he was let up, he fell to his knees before me blubbering while tears ran down his face.
I shoved the tall slave away from his cuntly ministration and shoved my twat in the whipped slave's face. "You may beg forgiveness with your tongue," I ordered him with this wonderful newfound feeling of absolute power. He frantically tongued my clit and I came with a screaming roaring orgasm.
All this excitement had made me hungry and it was time for dinner.
The dining room was magnificent. It was huge room with a 20-foot ceiling. The large table set for six took up only a small part the center of the room. The settings of silver and fine china flickered warmly in the candlelight. There must have been sixty naked slaves in attendance, most standing against the walls in the inspection position. Their oiled, hairless bodies gleamed in the candle glow. Every cock was at attention.
About a dozen slaves were adorned in bow ties, cock rings and nothing else. These were carrying trays with a drink and canap‚s on each. A pair approached me as I entered and announced as they bowed, "We will be your servers, Goddess Barbara." I looked them arrogantly up and down. They were both presentable specimens with firm bodies and manly cocks at full staff. I took a drink and a nosh and approached Goddess Olivia who was chatting with two other women.
"Good Evening, Goddess Barbara," she said, "I trust you are enjoying your stay." I allowed that I was indeed enjoying myself. "Let me present Goddess Alicia and Goddess Mary," she continued. We bowed to each other and made appropriate noises. She gestured to three other women nearby, "They are Goddesses Frieda, Tanya and Misumi." I nodded to these women and they in turn nodded back.
We enjoyed our drinks and made small talk. Every once in a while one of the women would gesture to a slave who would scuttle over and kneel before her and begin lapping her cunt. Feeling the need for a little clitoral refreshment myself I engaged in this activity twice. I had decided on a third go and was scanning the slaves for a suitable tongue when I did a double take.
One of the slaves awaiting our pleasure was none other than the sonofabitch lawyer I had just defeated in court. During the course of the trial there had been many times his chauvinistic arrogance had made me want to take him over my knee and spank his bare ass in front of the whole courtroom. The realization that revenge was available thrilled me. I imperiously summoned him and he responded reluctantly.
"Kneel before me, you prick, and start lapping!" He knelt before me and started licking, albeit not very expertly. But the feeling of power I felt more than made up for his lack of skill. Goddess Olivia was within earshot and I inquired, "Goddess Olivia, this worthless prick has offended me in the outside world. I would take it as a special favor if I may add him to my set of personal slaves. I wish to make his life particularly miserable."
I felt his tongue falter and his lips tremble with fear. This aroused me even more. "By all means," responded Goddess Olivia, "he is yours."
I struck the wretch with my whip, "You will serve me, slave."
"Yes, Goddess Barbara," he responded. The day had already been magnificent. The night might prove even better. So far it had been impersonal, just the pleasures of sex and power. Now I could really get revenge for the myriad of small and large sleights and insults that this miserable cunt-lapper had visited upon me. His ass, not to mention his mouth and cock, were now mine.
Goddess Olivia raised her voice a little, "Goddesses, it is time for dinner. Please choose your chairs and let us begin."
I struck the sucking slave and commanded "You will be the inside back." He quailed before me he was so frightened. I moved to the wall and began selecting my seat and outside back. I selected as my seat a plump fellow with a small cock. I knew that since his cock was small he wouldn't be here unless his tongue was skilled. For the outside back I selected a fellow with a huge, rock hard cock.
The seat slave lay down, mouth up, on a low bench with his head just under the table. The outside back slave greased the seat slave's cock and impaled himself while facing the table. He then greased his own cock. The unfortunate lawyer had no choice but to obey. He straddled the recumbent slave and lowered his asshole onto the huge, greased cock of the outside back slave. What I now had was a comfortable chair made up of three male slaves.
I straddled the seat slave and sat with my naked cunt against his mouth and he began lapping my clit. I leaned back against the naked chest of the lawyer whose ass was filled with one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen. I rejoiced in the knowledge that he was suffering badly and his own cock had no pleasure other than being pressed up against, but certainly not in, my ass.
The slaves were well trained, and it was moments only before all the goddesses were seated around the table on their living, cock-bearing chairs. The servers brought us our plates of food, beautifully prepared and presented on the fine china.
Each goddess had two naked slaves on either side of her to pour wine or water instantly as it was needed. I knew they also were there so that we could fondle cocks and balls as the mood struck. They were also handy to nuzzle our breasts and lick our nipples in case the tongues at our cunts were not enough.
It was an exotic and erotic meal. Conversation flowed as at any dinner party. The subject matter was largely about how to use and punish slaves and what attributes were most important. There was the usual debate over whether the size of the cock or skilled tongue work was paramount.
The consensus seemed to be with skilled tongues. This was exotic enough, but as the meal went on one or another of the goddesses would begin to flush and then begin to writhe and groan before screaming as she had the release of a powerful orgasm.
Conversation was uninterrupted by these orgasms. I had three during the course of the meal and always returned to the conversation as if nothing had happened. The feeling of absolute power and licentious freedom was overwhelming. I was beginning to think of myself as an animal whose sole purpose in life was orgasms. I loved it.
Dinner was soon over. Goddess Olivia announced that coffee would be served in the Music Room and we all disengaged ourselves from our human couches and moved out of the dining room. The horde of slaves followed us meekly.
The Music room did have a fine piano, but the only kind of music played that night was that on the pink piccolos of the slaves. One end of the room had a halfdozen recliners to which we goddesses gravitated. As we reclined, slaves moved to kiss our feet and suck our toes. As usual a slave began to lick our cunts and lap our clits. Slaves were in attendance to lick nipples as demanded. Each of us had a slave to provide our coffee.
I relaxed with my cup and Goddess Olivia began the festivities. She commanded six slaves to lie face up on the floor. Another six slaves knelt at their heads and began jacking off. A big guy with a leather strap was apparently the foreman for this display. He walked behind the masturbating slaves and whipped them for encouragement. One by one they came, spilling jizz into the open mouths of the horizontal slaves. Their aim was not expert and there was plenty of excess semen distributed over faces and chests.
As the next to the last cock erupted, the foreman lashed out at the slave who had so far failed to cum. He knew his punishment. He would get no relief tonight. He immediately stopped whacking off and fell to his knees and started lapping up all the jizz that had been spilled and left unswallowed from the other five cocks.
He then knelt over the slave that had been recumbent before him and drew the cock into his mouth and sucked it off. In no time he was swallowing a large wad. He repeated the process for all five slaves. It was thrilling to watch this spectacle. The slaves were performing degrading, disgusting acts for our amusement and would obey because we were all-powerful sex goddesses.
The poor fellow was not done yet. The foreman tied him to a stool and one after another slaves stepped forward and butt-fucked him or mouth fucked him. At all times a pair of cocks were pounding into his extremities. He would beat his meat faster the next time he was on display.
You can only watch a guy get reamed at both ends for just so long before it gets boring. Just as that moment came for me a new game was begun. Each of us was given a leather belt and we were asked to designate a slave for whipping. I enthusiastically chose the lawyer much to his chagrin and my delight. He had to be subdued by several slaves before he was tied over a stool ass up. Six plump asses were soon ready for whipping.
Goddess Olivia announced the rules. The first slave to cry out in pain would be forced to give the other five a blow job while he was butt fucked by five other slaves to be chosen by the Goddess whose slave screamed first. I was determined to win, that is I was determined to make my lawyer slave lose. My body thrilled in anticipation. I was already scanning the room to pick out huge cocks to ravage his ass.
"Begin", announced Goddess Olivia as she brought her belt down on her slave. The months of frustration I had developed at my mistreatment by this man and his colleagues was a powerful goad. My belt lashed downward on his defenseless ass as hard as I could manage. Over and over I lashed him. My cunt flowed with pleasure juices as I wreaked my revenge.
The whip made very satisfactory sounds as it struck his ass. In my rage I was delivering two blows to every one that the other goddesses delivered and theirs were not driven by the need for revenge that mine were. I also quickly realized that applying the tip of the belt to his ass caused more pain because it was moving fastest as it struck.
I was also the first to realize that his balls were defenseless because his legs were spread over the stool. I had delivered thirty blows to his ass when I realized that and he was already moaning and squirming from the pain. I adjusted my swing and delivered a well-aimed blow that exploded against his balls. He jumped so hard that the stool actually came off the ground for an instant and he screamed in a shattering wail.
The other mistresses stopped whipping and Goddess Olivia turned and announced "Goddess Barbara has won. Tie that wretch into the fuck frame." Several slaves rushed forward and untied the writhing lawyer. He was soon tied in the frame so that both his mouth and ass were at cock-height ready for reaming. The slaves who had just been whipped lined up before his mouth ready for their blowjobs, rubbing their crimson asses as they waited.
I made them move aside. I wanted the lawyer to examine each cock that would penetrate his ass up close and personal. I moved around the room inspecting cocks and testing for rigidity. I select five slaves with imposing members. I selected for hardness and thickness rather than for length. I wanted the lawyer to know what it is like to be screwed as he had tried to screw me in the courtroom. But here it would be a literal screw job not a metaphorical one.
Each of the slaves I selected placed his cock close to the mouth of the lawyer and as he examined them, each one bigger than the last, he paled and began to tremble and whimper. His fear made me feel great. "Please, Goddess Barbara. Please don't do this to me. I'll make it up to you and be a good slave."
"There's nothing you can say or do to avoid this, you miserable prick. I'm looking forward to your screams as these cocks ravage your asshole."
I beckoned the slaves to begin. The thinnest cock was greased up and began to penetrate the lawyer. He tried to squirm, but had little room for movement. Besides, his mouth was soon full of cock that he knew he must suck or suffer worse fates. He sucked while he suffered the pain of the cock plunging in his asshole. Soon the slaves came, spilling their jizz into his body. The next pair began their ministrations and then the next.
Finally the slave with the thickest cock I had ever imagined impaled the lawyer and his screams of pain nearly caused the cock he was sucking to slip from his mouth. But the slaves kept pumping and soon they too shot their loads into the lawyer's body.
When they pulled away, he hung in the frame defeated and whimpering. "Cheer up," I said to him ironically, "There's still tonight as my personal slave to look forward to." I was thrilled at the prospect. I beckoned to a cuntlapper to give me release, which I soon had in a screaming, shuddering orgasm.
This was the high point of the evening's entertainment for me. The festivities continued with cock sucking contests among the slaves as well as butt-fucking contests but they were repetitious and boring after my pleasures with the lawyer. It had been an exciting day and more excitement was to come. When I filled out the questionnaire rating my stay at FemdomWorld Spa, I would have to downgrade the latter half of the entertainment period.
None too soon I was back in my own suite with my coffle of four slaves. I had not yet seen the bedroom. It was delightful. There was a huge round bed against one wall with satin sheets and a myriad of pillows. The ubiquitous mirrors covered every surface and the indirect lighting was mellow. Arranged around the huge room were torture devices of all kinds. There were frames for trussing slaves in various awkward positions.
There were hooks in the ceiling. There was an array of dildo harnesses of all sizes. I noted that they were double ended so that if I used them the end in me would enhance my pleasure. I checked more closely and discovered that some had built in vibrators and others built in cattle prods. There were a large variety of whips and floggers as well as clamps for nipple torture and CBT.
But after just a short inspection I knew what to do with the lawyer. The device I had noted was one I had never seen before, but its purpose was obvious and diabolical. I had the lawyer trussed in an x-frame where I intended to let him spend the night. Such treatment would cause him great pain by morning, but that would pale compared to the rest of the torture.
I attached what could only be a milking machine to his cock. He began to whimper and beg as he realized what was about to happen. The other slaves cringed as they realized that, but for the lawyer, they might have been selected for this treatment. Another part of the machine was a prod that I greased and rammed up the lawyer's ass and strapped into position. The third piece was a cock-shaped gag that I forced into his mouth and tied in place with a harness around his head.
The machine was wonderful. I turned it on. It sucked in pulses on his cock, more rapidly than the fastest hand. It would be only minutes before he came. As he came, the equipment would detect the beginning of his ejaculation and the prod in his ass would fire a small charge into his prostate causing it to contract and drive his load of jizz forcefully through his cock into the milker. From here it was forced through a tube into his mouth where he would be forced to swallow his own cum or suffocate.
In only a few minutes he came with a shudder and a gasp of pleasure and was soon swallowing his own jizz. But he, I, and the other slaves knew the awful truth. He might get pleasure the first time, the second and perhaps even the third. But as the machine pulsed inexorably, each orgasm would become more and more painful. A jizzless orgasm is more painful than pleasurable. Soon he would be screaming each time he came, and the machine would keep pumping. No matter how he tried he would be unable to resist the stimulation of the machine and would be forced to have painful orgasm after painful orgasm.
I set the machine for slow sucking and also engaged the intermittent feature. There was no sense in having him pass out too soon. The object for me was to extend the torture for my maximum, long-term pleasure. I looked forward to the thrills my body would feel each time he screamed in agony.
I hadn't had cock in my cunt for several hours, so I forced my big-cocked slave onto his back and rode him to a half dozen orgasms while the other two slaves sucked my nipples. The cock-tool slave had the audacity to fill my cunt with jizz after only 30 minutes of stimulation. So I forced him to suck me clean and then I had him tied over a stool and whipped his ass with the belt for thirty blows until he was blubbering and begging for my mercy. I finished up with a blow to his balls and had him untied. He fell to the floor moaning and writhing in pain.
Before I had finished with big-cock, the lawyer came with a second and third orgasm. The third apparently was not greatly pleasurable, but not yet painful. I had the beefy guy suck my cunt for a while and then allowed the third slave his turn at his goddess's twat. I was in heaven with the feeling of power I had over these wretched males.
Soon the day of orgasms began to get to me and I became sleepy. I gave the slaves their instructions for the rest of the night and climbed into the bed. I had the big-cocked slave lap me to sleep.
My rest was interrupted irregularly through the night as the milking machine brought the lawyer to painful, screaming climaxes. Each time I came to the surface of sleep smiling to myself. This was one male lawyer who would treat me with respect in the future.
The dawn's light and a shuddering scream from the lawyer finally brought me awake. I spread my legs in a feeling of luxuriousness and immediately there was a tongue at my clit. I let it drive me to my first orgasm of the day and then opened my eyes. "Good Morning, Goddess Barbara," chorused my compliant slaves.
They helped me to a sitting position ensconced in a dozen pillows. They served me my breakfast on a tray as they took turns lapping my cunt. Between sips, bites of food and orgasms I gazed with extreme pleasure on the poor hapless lawyer trussed in his frame. When he came in a screaming, begging paroxysm for perhaps the 15th time that night I had him released.
He fell to his knees blubbering and thanking me for release. I ordered him between my legs and commanded that he do a good job of licking or I'd have him put back in the machine. He frantically attached his lips to my cunt and lapped and sucked furiously. This kind of abject servileness was overwhelming to my ego. I came and came again time after time.
When this became boring I had the lawyer strap the other three slaves into various racks. I donned a huge double-headed dildo and strutted around the room. The eyes of the slaves never left my huge weapon. I selected a supple leather belt and began to get my morning exercise. I whipped each slave in turn, blow after blow as hard as I could. When my arm flagged I would grease up my dildo and insert it viciously into the defenseless slave's ass. I would pump and pump until my end of the dildo drove me to a screaming orgasm.
I worked over all the slaves and developed a wonderful sweat. After an hour of violent exercise all the trussed slaves were writhing and begging for my mercy. I forced the lawyer to his knees, whipped him a few times and fucked his ass to a last orgasm.
I then ordered the slaves to prepare my shower. The shower was completely lined by mirrors and more than big enough for all five of us to use at once. Once the water was acceptable I entered with my slaves crawling behind me and luxuriated in the spray. I had the slaves wash me with their bare hands. The slaves were given the duty in rotation of lapping my cunt. While one washed my hair and two sucked my tits I had a fourth slave lap my clit and the last slave clean my asshole with his tongue. I was in heaven.
I realized that I had become a new person. I was now a goddess who reveled in reducing naked, hard-cocked males to gibbering lapping slaves. I was already addicted to this feeling of power and the multitudinous orgasms that it brought me. It was time to leave the spa, yet I knew that I could not get along in the future without a slave of my own. I just didn't have the time in my busy career to seduce men and convince them to be slaves.
I phoned down to Goddess Olivia and asked her to arrange for me to buy a slave to take home. She said that this was something that happened regularly and that she would assemble a suitable selection from which I might choose. They would report to my room directly.
I had the slaves put on my robe and reclined in the throne. While I awaited the merchandise from which I might choose I amused myself by having the slaves suck each other off. Since the lawyer would be days before he could cum again I put him to work lapping my cunt.
About an hour before I was scheduled to leave, Goddess Olivia arrived with a selection of three slaves from which I might choose. She informed me that each was available to accompany me. The slaves were of course naked and sported hard cocks. They assumed the inspection position. I watched them closely as I languidly arose and approached. As they drank in my body their already hard cocks twitched and hardened further. They were clearly eager to be my slaves.
Slave Brent was short, but had a large cock. Goddess Olivia told me that he was well trained in house cleaning and laundry and ironing. He was ranked high in cock stamina, but had only fair marks in cunt lapping. He had a high tolerance for pain, so that punishing him would be either a great pleasure or hard work depending on my whims.
Slave Owen was taller and of slender build, but his cock, though hard, was not of remarkable size. He was also well qualified in the household arts and was rated a better than average cook. His cock, she said, was of mediocre size but he made up for it with high marks for tongue work.
The gem of the trio was slave Bob. He was about six feet tall with an athlete's taught body. He had the biggest and thickest cock. His buns were superb. Goddess Olivia reported that he had amazing cock stamina, his tongue work was rated as high as any slave the Spa had trained, that his buns reddened quickly under punishment and he whimpered and begged prettily when punished. He was also highly rated for housework and was a particularly fine cook.
Goddess Olivia handed me a list of prices. Slave Bob cost almost as much as the other two slaves combined, but I was already sold and figured that my next case would net me a lot of money, especially if my body was kept relaxed enough to do my work properly.
I had Slave Bob kneel before me and lap my cunt. He was indeed superb. "Are you prepared to be my cunt-slave?" I demanded with a rush of power. "Oh, yes, Goddess Barbara." "I will demand absolute and instant obedience, " I continued. "I will expect you to suck and lap me regularly. You will never wear clothes around the house and I will take my exercise by spanking and whipping you." "Oh, thank you, Mistress Barbara," he said.
I agreed to take him and dismissed my other slaves. They lapped my clit goodbye and I had Slave Bob pack my few things and dress me in my traveling clothes. This consisted of sandals, a silk shirt without bra and a loose skirt without panties. His traveling clothes consisted of a pair of sandals. He also wore a very brief bathing suit with Velcro closures on the side and an open shirt without buttons.
I made my good-byes to Goddess Olivia, promising to return as soon as possible. Slave Bob handed me into the car and got in the other side. I made him unsnap his pants and expose his cock. He would cover up only when we stopped for gas. High riding vehicles that passed us or that we passed would get a good view of my new fuck toy. His cock was proud and hard. As we drove down the driveway towards home I fondled his cock while he diddled my cunt.
Life was good.
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