Mistress Sidonia's Femdom Blog

Afternoon Tea With Entertainment:
Femdom Fiction
Warning: offensive wordplay/verbal humiliation

He felt the collar move slightly on his neck as he knelt to the right of the sofa as per Mistress’ instruction. Mistress Sidonia give him one more appraising look before taking a seat alongside the other dark haired Mistress. Another blonde domme sat on a separate chair, positioned at the side of the coffee table.  Once again he took in a sharp intake of breath as he considered them. Their beauty was transcendent and their power manifest. They were quite simply stunning and it was difficult to articulate their charisma or effect on him.  He felt once again another stirring in his cock. Only 24-hours previously he had been at his desk, lumbering through some paperwork, when his mobile buzzed. The message was short and to the point – ‘Present yourself at the Mansion tomorrow at 1pm for an afternoon of servitude.’

It was what he had agreed to after the initial induction session some months ago. Indeed, his induction into this world was still underway, and he had wondered for the rest of the evening what was in store for him.  The drive out the country in the temperate Spring weather had been as pleasant, and indeed liberating, as always. He had instructed his secretary he was gone to meet a client for the afternoon, and told his wife he would most likely be late due to an important meeting.

Upon arrival Eve, or Mistress Sidonia, as he now addressed her, had met him. He had bowed before her, before she led him to the prep room.  He had stripped upon her order, and she gave him a brief synopsis of the afternoon’s schedule.  She was enjoying the company of two other domme friends in afternoon tea, and his role was essentially to be a piece of human furniture, to be used as they saw fit.  There would be another servant, who would serve the tea. Immediately, he had visions of a sexy slave girl maid, and his mind had run riot.

As he knelt here and they chatted, he tried to visualise what the maid could possibly look like. Who knows, they might order him to perform on her.  His mind was jolted back to the present, when Mistress Sidonia asked her friends were they ready for tea. They assented and she rang a small bell.  The moment was here. Again, he felt his cock grow expectant, awaiting the entrance.  The door opened. A young man stepped through the door, tray in hand. He was naked except for a frilly black and pint apron. His face was painted white, his lips dark red, and there seemed to be purple eyeshadow. The effect made him look like a pure slut, a veritable harlot.

He stepped forward with the tray, placing it on the table and proceeding to serve the Mistresses.
“Good slave boy,” chuckled Mistress Sidonia. She turned to him. “What do you think, slut Penny?”
The other dommes giggled mischievously.
“Yes, certainly interesting, Mistress,” he replied.
“Do you hear that slave boy. Penny thinks you are interesting.”
“Yes, Miss,” responded slave boy.
“Let us look at you,” said MSVB. “Stand back and turn around slowly. You may look as well, Penny.”

Slave boy did as he was instructed. His eyes lifted up to look at him. He turned around. His skin was pale. He was well built, fit and obviously worked out. He stood for a second with his back to them. His arse was prim and pert and, despite himself, his eyes immediately latched on it. He flinched, when he felt MSVB’s gaze upon him. He could sense she was smiling.
“Mmm, very good,” she said.
“I think we should have some fun with slave boy,” she commented to the other dommes. They chuckled.
“He’s here for our entertainment, after all.”
MSVB stood and approached slave boy. “Quite fetching isn’t he. What do you think, Penny?”
He nodded and grunted, “Yes, Mistress.”

The other two dommes stood and, as if on cue, all three removed their tops. His cock stiffened as he cast a furtive glance at their exposed breasts. MSVB approached him. “Stand up, Penny.”
He stood, his cock now fully erect.
“You dirty bitch,” she scolded him.
“Come here, slave boy.”
Slave boy approached and stood in front of him as instructed.
“Fluff his cock, slave boy.”
Penny gulped.
Slave boy knelt and poised himself in front of his cock.
“Lick his balls, then the shaft.”
He felt the moist tongue touch his balls and then its sweep as it eagerly engulfed his sack.
Then it was scaling up his shaft, encircling the circumference. It reached the head.
“Kiss it,” ordered MSVB.
He felt the lips on his tip, and then the tongue was licking the head slavishly.
“Now suck it.”
The mouth enveloped his cock, quickly and greedily establishing a rhythm. He groaned as he felt slave boy’s mouth engulf his protuberance.  A minute or two passed and he felt the build up to a climax.  He groaned more.
“Stop,” said MSVB. “It’s not time for Penny to cum just yet.
“Go and stand against that headboard slave boy and then bend over.”

Slave boy pulled off his cock and did as he was told. His arse was cocked in mid air now, inviting almost. The other two dommes had donned strap ons.  MSVB now did the same.
He couldn’t believe his luck. They were going to fuck the slut in front of him. This would be fun.  MSVB approached him with something in her hand.
“Put this on, Penny.”
He looked non plussed at the condom. His cock stood rigid, in anticipation of the live sex show he imagined taking place.  Nonetheless, he put the condom on, without any real comprehension as to why this was necessary. The other two dommes had been lubing slave boy’s hole.  MSVB grabbed him by the collar.
“Penny your task to is get slave boy ready for us.”
She placed him in front of slave boy. He presumed the task would be to hold him, as the dommes took turns on him. There was absolute silence in the room. MSVB had retreated.
He stood, ready for the order. He felt a slight movement behind him, and then MSVB was at his ear.

“Mount him, Penny,” she hissed.
He grimaced and shuddered.
“Yes, you bitch, fuck him like the slut he is.”
He cast a sideways glance at her and was about to mumble a protest when the cane struck his rump.  Now her hand was on his cock and she pulled it to slave boy’s arse. He moved forward, his cock moving between the cheeks, exploring the canyon and pushing on to the hole. He gulped as it found purchase in the tight hole and slowly entered more.  He pushed and pulled back slightly, getting a slow rhythm going.  Slave boy groaned. The rhythm increased in tempo as his confidence grew. He couldn’t believe he was fucking another guy.  MSVB was on his shoulder, and her hands were now pinching his nipples.
“Yes, that’s it bitch. Now go deeper. Give him a good hard fucking.”

The other two dommes squealed in delight.  He gripped slave boy’s hips, now taking to the task, as the tight hole yielded.
“I want you to cum in him,” said MSVB.
The tempo increased as the last vestige of his inhibition was shredded. He could feel his cock building to a climax, as it thrust up slave boy’s hole. He grunted and exhaled as the climax came, the spasms making the thrusts more aggressive. Then the exhalation after the release. He released his grip on slave boy as he slowly pulled out. MSVB stood in front of him.

“Well, that was fun.”
“What do you think ladies. Have you been entertained?
“What will we give them out of ten?”
His scorecard turned out to be seven. Slave boy’s was also seven.
“Plenty of room for improvement,” commented MSVB.
“I think next time, we shall have to dress you up Penny.”
He nodded, as his mind raced to fully comprehend what had taken place.
He had just fucked another guy. It would take him some time to process it.
This Mistress and her friends had bended him to their will in every sense.
They had made him their faggot, as he fucked a faggot.
“Ladies,” said MSVB, “I think it’s time for a toilet break.”
“Yes,” both replied, “we need to go as well.
“Come along Penny,” said MSVB. “Your next task awaits you…….”

by slut penny