Chapter 5

 

 

As we three sat at the kitchen table eating from the huge spread I had provided, both girls hobbled with ankle chains and Kerry adorned once more with nipple clamps, I told them of my plans for the party and of the things we had to do in preparation.

“It is important to get the layout right because there is a ceremony.” I said, vouchsafing nothing more because I needed to preserve the element of surprise. “Eat! Eat!”

It was a great pleasure to see Kerry tucking in. That both of them were hungry was no surprise to me for I had deliberately kept their diets small as part of the subjugation process. Kerry was frank in her appraisal of me. She kept her eyes on me all the time, eating with mechanical deliberation and in them I saw nothing but complete devotion. I avoided eye contact as much as possible and was solicitous towards Kathleen whom I was a little anxious about. Ever since she had been strapped to the wall and witnessed the turbulent ass fucking Kerry and I had enjoyed she had been subdued. She neither spoke nor seemed able to meet my eye though she ate readily enough.

“Kathleen, look at me. Obey me now!”

As she turned her head towards me I was taken aback by her blank, soulless stare. “What the hell am I doing here?” she asked in a flat tone.

“You are here, Kathleen, to discover your sexual being and to make you receptive to your husband.” “So you left me alone with … with ... with ... her?”

Oh ... oh! I cautioned myself silently. “So tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

Kathleen lowered her head though she did nothing with her food. “Oh, I enjoyed it, yes.” She lifted her head and stared hard at me with renewed confidence. “In fact I enjoyed it a lot but…”

“…you would much rather it had been me kissing your pussy?” Kathleen nodded. She was still very frightened of her feelings.

I was inordinately pleased by her nod. “Kerry was uncertain too but she felt that that was why I had left the two of you alone.”

“Was it?” Kathleen was mildly indignant. “I had to be sure.”

“Of what?” Her voice had raised an octave. She was getting angry.

“You needed to know about yourself. Until you are absolutely sure about that we could not progress.” Kerry had been following the exchange placidly but now she said, “I enjoyed it, Kathleen, because you are very beautiful but I...”

Kathleen ignored her. She kept her head turned fully towards me “Oh, and now you are sure, are you?” “Yes,” I smiled as I nodded enthusiastically.

“I don’t see that it matters much. My prospective husband, as you persist in calling him, is so straight laced even his kisses are cold pecks.”

“I understood your mother to have been a very passionate lady.”

“I suppose she was.” Kathleen shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t know.”

“Your pro … your intended,” I corrected myself, “might just be very shy with you!” “And?”

“He loves you very much!” I nodded to endorse the hypocrisy, looking carefully into her green eyes as I did so. She held my gaze for several moments then dropped her look to her plate. Silently she picked up a cheese scone and took a tiny bite. I was captivated by the sensuality of the action and knew, in that instant, that Kathleen was much more to me than any other woman had ever been. It was a hammer blow so unexpected that I was dumfounded and, for once in my life, lost for words. I realised that, far from being angry with Kerry’s intimacy, Kathleen was bewildered by my having left her. I took a mouthful of salmon and as I masticated slowly I considered, very carefully, my own situation. There were two options. Either I had to admit defeat as a counsellor and send her back to her prospective husband or acknowledge my own feelings and succumb to her.

“Kerry, Dominic has been invited to the party. He will then be taking you home.”

I expected argument but to my surprise Kerry merely nodded as she looked at me with the light of understanding in her eyes. She smiled more broadly than usual. “Do any of the women you have, eh treated, know your name?”

“No, and you won’t either. I am The Counsellor and I never lose contact with any of my clients so don’t...”

“I shan’t, Counsellor. I’ve been to one of your parties, remember?” “Right, on your feet both of you, we have work to do!”

The party took place a few days later. I was there, in evening dress, to meet the guests all of whom arrived promptly at ten o’clock all, that is, except Dominic whom I had told to be there at one o’clock in the morning for reasons that will be clear. Like me, all my guests were formally dressed with the ladies in a colourful array of expensive evening dresses. Seeing them all suitably armed with drinks, I left them briefly to go and fetch Kerry.

With her by my side, naked and alluringly beautiful, I took a discreet vantage point behind a two-way mirror and indicated a redheaded women standing tall and elegant. “That gorgeous creature is Anna. She was my most recent client. Difficult to believe, I know, but she had grown fat, lazy and downright obnoxious. Oh, you wouldn’t think so now.” “She is very beautiful.”

“She was horrible ... oh, I don’t mean ugly, never that, but she did manage to make herself thoroughly undesirable to her husband. That’s him with his arm about her waist. It took me a long time to bring her to heel but, as you see, I was successful just as I have been successful with you. It all started in a traffic jam when I drew up beside them and I heard her yelling. I was so annoyed by her behaviour that I followed them home and, choosing my time went to the front door. She answered my ringing of the bell with a rude demand as to who I was. I asked to see her husband. He came to her call. “May I speak with you alone, please?”

“Why?” That was from Anna.

“There has been an event at your work,” I looked pointedly at him, “which I need to discuss with you.” They lived in a leafy suburb, as the description is, so I took a gamble on his being employed by a respectable company.

“I don’t know you!”

“If we could speak outside, sir, alone.”

I had to do some fast talking to overcome his belligerence but bit by bit, as we paced to and fro on the lawn watched from the window by his wife, I told him that I had witnessed her behaviour towards him and managed to persuade him that I could rectify the situation and, after several weeks of correction at my academy, she would become the beautiful, loving person he craved. He was not easily persuaded. I had to gain his trust by breaking down his scepticism but at last he agreed. I managed to get him to see that they couldn’t go on in the manner I had witnessed in the car; that it could only end in disaster. “You cannot break the vicious circle without my intervention. I will send you a formal invitation to a party in a few days’ time and when you leave you will go alone. I will give you a daily progress report but you may not come and see her until I tell you. I cannot stress that earnestly enough.”

I smiled into Kerry’s questioning eyes. “I flung her into the nook too. She was a hellion! Fought me tooth and nail for a very long time.

“Worse than me?”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t say that,” I laughed with her, “but she did manage to give me a black eye before I’d got her strapped to the wall.

Kerry laughed. “Good for her!”

“Ah, but for her sins, I had her facing the wall. She stayed there until she had stopped shouting, oh, about three hours. Later, with her arms strapped to her sides and properly hobbled I took her to the bar where she sat with her feet well off the floor for another three hours. She didn’t enjoy that.”

“My pussy was pretty sore after it too!”

“You rode it like a trooper, Kerry.”

“Why did I feel so bereft when you took me off it?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Some do!” I returned to the subject of Anna. “You cannot imagine what I had to do to her. She was livid with the strict crash diet I imposed on her though, like you, she did like the milking.

“Eeeem, and what am I going to do about that when I’m at home at home?” “Offer it to Dominic.”

“What? Make him fat?”

“The quantities will gradually subside as the medication wears off.” Kerry pouted. “And if I don’t want it to?”

I laughed with her.

“Do you see that small, black haired lass in the silver dress? That is Jemima. A real treasure, beautiful, always beautiful, but a complete and unadulterated bitch. She wore her clothes as though it was a suit of armour. She used to beat her husband ... oh yes … with a bamboo cane or anything else that came to hand. There was a cruel streak in her that just had to be broken. She degraded her husband horribly. Perhaps her worst crime was handcuffing his right hand to his cock and forcing him to go shopping with her.”

“What? You can’t be serious!” Kerry laughed but quickly closed her mouth when she saw the hardness of my expression.

“It was no laughing matter, I can tell you.” I told her sternly. “She made him wear a raincoat whenever they went out, even in the hottest of weathers. The garment had a slit in the pocket flap to give access to trouser or jacket pockets. You know the sort of thing? She cut out his trouser pocket and forced him to wear crotch-less panties. She demanded that he kept himself hard constantly by rubbing himself even in the street. I saw her slap his face once. “I told you to keep it hard!” she had shouted at him, openly feeling his crotch through the raincoat. “My God! The damned impudence of the woman! I just had to take her in hand. I didn’t bother with preliminaries either. I mounted her directly on the mechanical cock.”

“She went willingly?”

“I couldn’t believe it either. She has a devastatingly high libido and I suppose, once she had overcome the distress of her abduction she began to accept the pleasures of all that I had to offer.”

“Abduction?”

“Yes, I kidnapped dear little Jemima. Later I got her to phone her husband to tell him she had gone away for a week or two, needing a rest. She took that cock for more than four hours. God knows how she managed it! After that I put her in the chastity belt.”

“Oh, that is a horrible thing, you know!”

I rubbed my hand gently over the smooth, cool flesh of Kerry’s bum then worked my fingers into the crease, feeling for her nether hole. “You didn’t like it?” She backed on to my questing hand.

“Of course I liked it and I shall miss it dreadfully but … oh ... it took away all my control of my own body.”

“Emmm. Many women rather like being absolved from all their responsibilities.” “Are you going to put Kathleen into it?”

I ignored the question. It was too personal. “Look there!” My right hand was still busy in Kerry’s cleft so I touched a finger of my left hand to the glass indicating a small woman twenty-seven years old with red hair. “Don’t be fooled by her size. Her red hair says it all ... Oh, it is natural. That’s Maria and does she have a temper! And how! She didn’t actually take it out on her husband but she did almost wreck the house. It drove the poor man to distraction. Of course there was no fucking, nothing! What the cause of it all was I have no idea but you can guess the fight I had to bring her to heel. In fact it was one of my greatest challenges. I kept her in the nook for two whole days without food or water. She didn’t like that so I put her on the saltire. She swore at me continuously especially when I swung her up-side down ... oh, you didn’t know about that little facility, did you?”

“Up-side down! So the blood rushed to her head?” Kerry looked genuinely startled.

I ignored that. “Oh,” I said as casually as possible, “I turned her up the right way to give her sips of water from time to time. She soon got used to being held captive. I threatened her, of course, and gave her one or two heavy sessions with the cat and even ate out her pussy several times…”

“Don’t tell me she didn’t like that,” Kerry laughed, “specially when she was up-side down! You know you are rather good at it. Was she sucking you at the same time?”

“Oh no, she wanted to all right but, Chrissake, she was some spitfire. I daren’t put my cock anywhere near her mouth or she’d have bitten the thing off! Hell’s bells! I half expected her to have teeth in her pussy.” We laughed together, a smattering sound brief and, on my part, redolent of regret. “No,” I continued feelingly, “from there, I flung her into the cage and she snarled at me every time I went near her. I put her food in a dish and from time to time hosed her down with cold water. Nothing, but nothing seemed to work. At last she had tried my patience too far so I took her out in the garden and tied her to a tree and there, before fucking her, I brushed stinging nettles over her tits. It was a shame, really, because she’s got beautiful tits. Anyway I gave her a good fucking and, d’you know, she began to cry.”

“Sounds to me as if that was all she wanted from the beginning. Maybe her husband was a useless prat and didn’t know how to satisfy her.”

“Maybe but, if ever there is a woman who knows how to kiss pussy, it’s her!”

Kerry leaned closer to the glass with renewed interest. She said nothing. By now my cock was rigid, hard and rampant so I backed her on to it without a word. She responded in like silence and guided my hugely rampant cock into her sopping wet pussy then she wriggled her bottom to get comfortable in my lap. As she rode me with a gentle, almost distracted and mechanical movement I perceived her silence to be somehow flippant. It was as if I no longer existed, as if I was merely a dildo upon which she could take her onanistic pleasure. She did not take her eyes off the two way mirror.

“I think I’ll get Maria to give you a thorough eating out.” I said as she engulfed me to the hilt. Continuing her contemplative silence she began to move up and down in slow rhythm and then, after a minute or two of slow languorous fucking Kerry swung her head and shoulders round to look at me.

“I don’t think my husband should see that.” She laid her head against mine. “On second thoughts, you say he’s coming later to collect me? Well, let him see her doing it to me. It might wake him up a little.” Suddenly she sat up straight and rigid. “Oh God! Who is that lady in the grey?”

“You like her?” “She is stunning!”

“Tch … tch … you naughty bisexual, you!” “Who is she?”

“You don’t recognise her?” “Should I?”

“The girl on the saltire on Walpurgis night…?”

Kerry stopped her bouncing in my lap and pressed herself down upon my rampant cock. She stared hard through the glass of the mirror. “Ah ... yes … yes I do!” Her voice was raised to a squeal.

“Jenny. She was a strange mixed up kid and, actually, it was her that I left with Maria. They regularly clinched into the sixty-nine position after that. Perhaps they still do.”

“I’d not be surprised. Will you let me do it to her?” Kerry worked herself harder up and down on my shaft. She was giving down a hot flow of juice in the intensity of her excitement.

“She never let her husband fuck her. All she ever wanted, selfish bitch, was for him to eat her whenever it pleased her. Of him she couldn’t give a fig. She gave him nothing! She even refused to let him touch her anywhere else and he was never allowed to see her naked. Well, I had to put a stop to that, didn’t I?”

“A friend of mine once told me that her husband demanded nothing else from her except to eat her and, oh,” Kerry paused and a blush coloured her cheeks, “perhaps I shouldn’t say…”

“What?”

“… her ... her ... you know? He wanted to drink...!” “Silly bastard!”

“But that is so …horrible!”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I suppose it depends much on what she drinks.” I laughed. “Now fuck me, girl!” “What did you do with Jenny?” Kerry crossed her legs to trap me inside her.

I sighed impatiently. “She wore the chastity belt day and night for a very long time. I released her once a day for the loo. She said she enjoyed walking about doing the housework with it on. Somehow it suited her too ... as if she was born to it.”

“But she’s only tiny! How could she take those big things into her, especially at the, eh … back?”

“It wasn’t easy at first but, you know, she refused to let it go. Insisted I pushed both cocks right in no matter how much she squealed and yelled. She took them right up to the screw threads and was suffering a lot of pain at first but after some hours she adjusted to the intrusions and wouldn’t hear of my removing them. Trouble is, though, I could do very little else to her while she wore it. I wanted to put her on the bar. I wanted her to take the mechanical cock and I wanted to put her in suspension w...”

“What? Like Kathleen?”

“Not quite, no, I had the idea of cuffing her wrists to her ankles and suspending her at three points so that her legs were straight and widely spread and her head bowed so low that she was looking closely at her pussy. In that way she would be getting a very close look at anyone eating her out...”

“But that would be so cruel!”

“Perhaps it would have been appropriate for Jemima too,” I mused

“Think of her poor legs and arms, they’d be so stiff.” “I’m not here to make them feel comfortable.”

“I am … comfortable I mean.”

“Ah, yes. You feel comfortable because I have done my job on you. Now shut up and fuck!”

Kerry bounced up and down in my lap riding my charger with practiced ease as she continued to watch the kaleidoscope of guests coming and going within the frame of the two-way mirror.

“Who’s that woman there, the brunette with her hair piled up on top of her head?”

I glanced half-heartedly over her shoulder. “Ah, Liz! I really can’t remember which number she was among my clientele. That’s her husband just returning with a drink for her. Elegant, isn’t she? Put incredible financial demands upon him. She wanted to dress a million dollars and he gave her every penny to let her indulge the whim. He ran himself ragged to please her; down at heel; frayed cuffs and collars; just couldn’t afford to dress himself. He’s completely besotted with her, poor fool. He had no idea how to control her so, of course, things got out of hand. Enter the Counsellor!”

“Did she give you a lot of trouble?”

“She didn’t like it when I tore all her clothes off her and ripped them to shreds. I think she hated her body and just tried to make it as beautiful as she could artificially with beautiful clothes and jewellery. She used to spend one hundred and twenty pounds a week on getting her hair done. Whenever the poor bloke tried to remonstrate about her bills she pouted and made a scene, shouted and brow beat him into submission. Naturally enough she wouldn’t let him see her body and denied him any kind of sex. Now if that isn’t a recipe for disaster I don’t know what is.

“I didn’t see the point in putting her to any of my gadgets. I held her strapped to the horse and just fucked her whenever it pleased me to do it. Tossed her about a bit and gave her frequent tannings with the tawse. She quickly learned the error of her ways though she threatened me with all kinds of legalities.”

“Why didn’t you put her to the mechanical cock?”

“Didn’t have it at the time. Aaaah!” I took a firm hold of Kerry’s hips and held her down tightly in my lap. I could feel my knob pressing at the entrance to her womb and held it there as my cum began to boil. Kerry writhed upon my charger. Her interior muscles rippled along its length as she twisted from side to side within my hard embrace. The heat of her and that tight muscular movement was demanding of all my hot juice. My balls were full to bursting and felt heavy even pressed as they were into my crotch with Kerry’s delicious weight. I licked the skin of her back and searched for the scented odour of her underarm. Cradled there I released my cum with a muffled cry. It spouted forth in a torrent that filled Kerry’s eager pussy. She continued to writhe and shouted loudly as spurt after spurt shot into her.

“Oh, oh, oh ... Aaaah … you darling man! I love you … I love you … I love you!”

“Shut up, you daft bitch!” I panted harshly in the excess of my eruption but I was pleased that her inhibitions had been so completely vanquished. She was going to make Dominic a wonderful wife, hereafter, of that I was absolutely sure. What was equally sure was that I am going to miss her dreadfully. Not in my wildest dreams of six weeks ago could I have predicted that Kerry would be so totally wedded to the cock. She had come through the full semicircle and now understood that love-making, in whatever guise, and fucking too were at the core and cause of a happy marriage and not as a result of it. Kerry was now so dedicated that the Roget home must soon become a place of magic and harmony. I was well pleased.

She stopped still and turned her head laughing. Her lips were pursed to kiss me.

“No,” I said turning my head away. “Now, get off me and we will go and meet the guests.” I shoved her firmly aside.

“Don’t forget your promise.”

“What promise? I made no promise. I never make promises! Now put this on.” I took a black silk robe from a hook and handed it to her.

She had bent down and was rubbing at her thigh. “They say that cum is great for the skin.” She continued rubbing while she looked at me with a cheeky grin. She reached for the robe, straightened and put it on, immediately squealing with pleasure as the silk flowed coolly over her heated skin. I reached towards her and brought the hood over to cover her curls. From another hook I took down a red silk gown for myself and buttoned it down the front. Kerry’s robe had no such buttons. It was designed to flow open as she walked or even sat down. Such was her present frame of mind that I was sure she would enjoy exposure. I pulled my own hood over my head and said:

“It’s time to get this show on the road.”

I ushered Kerry before me and we left the viewing room. At the entrance to the main reception room I checked her quickly then took her arm in mine and flung open the doors. The room fell silent as we entered. It was as if all thirty of my guests were suddenly frozen in a tableau drinks poised at whatever level they were when we entered. Kerry stumbled slightly but, with her arm trapped in the crook of my elbow, she managed to keep her balance. We moved silently though the group who smiled as we passed. Some nodded and spoke greetings in monotones. All eyes were on Kerry. Against one wall was a high backed chair, a carved and gilded throne, into which I sat. I motioned Kerry to stand on my right side. Conversation restarted as a low buzz of sound and then suddenly there was a shuffle and a bout of hand- clapping as Sarah, a lass whom I had taken in hand long ago and assessed as being utterly bonkers, shimmied out of her red dress. It fell to the floor in a whisper of silk and she stood as naked as Aphrodite in her seashell. The hand clapping became a huge round of applause and in a minute the whole room was bustling as dresses and other garments were discarded.

“Kerry. I want you to gather up all those clothes and taken them through into the vestibule. Hang them up neatly and then come back here.”

By the time she returned I had brought Jenny, Jemima and Sarah to the chair and given them instructions. What I was calling upon them to do they knew well enough because it was a ceremony that all of them had endured. Now it was Kerry’s turn. They quickly surrounded the astonished girl and, after removing her silk robe, marched her off to the saltire. She looked back at me over her shoulder with questioning surprise as if she expected me to intervene and release her. This was too important a ritual to be threatened by any softness of my heart.

The three women, I didn’t know whether to liken them to the three muses or to Macbeth’s witches, strapped Kerry to the cross and my heart melted to see how wonderful she looked spread-eagled and open. Her body was flushed and her magnificent, full-laden breasts heaved with the excitement of her heavy panting. I thought I saw, in the dimmed lighting a gleam of mucus on her inner thigh, probably the remnants of my cum that she’d not managed to rub into her skin.

By one of the naked men, whose cock was unashamedly rampant, the three witches were handed cats-o- nine-tails, the unknotted ones. They whisked them to release the tails and then formed an arc about Kerry, the cats dangling as their sides. It was a daunting tableau in awe of which the remainder of the room fell silent. The air was tense with expectation and in the silence Kerry’s frightened yet excited eyes flickered from one to another of the witches. She licked her lips with a small pointed tongue. It was about the only movement of which she was capable strapped tightly as she was to the saltire. I was sure that every male in the room wanted to have Kerry as indeed, I was certain did some of the females.

I took a deep breath and intoned in my most melancholy voice. “Kerry Roget, you were brought here for failing to look after and gratify your husband in the true manner of a lawfully wedded wife!”

A low buzz of anger filled the room. The three witches each selecting a target proceeded to whip Kerry’s breasts and pussy with three deceptively mild strokes of the cats.

“Do you now promise, after due correction here at the academy, to fulfil the duties of a loving wife?” “I do! Ooooh!” She cried out as she was given three more strokes. The audience clapped.

“Do you promise to give him access to and full pleasure from your mouth, your rose hole and your pussy?”

“I do … I do!” Kerry squealed as nine more strokes from the three whips reddened her skin on breast and pussy alike.

“Do you acknowledge that he has the right to enjoy you at any time and not only when it pleases you?” “I … I ... eh!” Her uncertainty brought forth a rain of rather harder lashes “Do you acknowledge...?”

“Yes … yes … I do … I do ….Ooooh!” Three more lashes from each whip. The witches were warming to their task. Their breasts heaved and wobbled and their buttocks shivered as they meted out the punishment. It was a sight that was clearly exciting the audience just as it was exciting me. But there was more ceremonial to be gone through before the pleasures of the flesh.

“Will you take his cock and cradle it between your breasts?”

Kerry nodded. Three more lashes from each of the witches. “Oh … I will … I will!” “And will you let him suckle upon them?”

“Yes … yes!” Three more lashes. “Aaaaah!”

“He has promised to worship you with his body now you must promise all of us here present that you will worship him with your body to the fullest extent possible. Do you so promise?”

“I do!” Kerry was panting hard now as her excitement mounted. I watched with an impassive expression but inside I was wondering at the magic which I had worked upon her and in a few short weeks turned her from an obnoxious and frightened bitch into a sexually rampant and mature woman straining at the leash to indulge her new found freedoms. Here now she was revelling in the torment of the cat where once she shied from it with the disgust, feigned or otherwise, always shown by the ignorant and the deprived. She was no longer deprived.

“You have declared in the presence of this gathering that you will be a dutiful wife in all that that entails. You are now part of this select group which, by its very existence, ensures that you abide whole- heartedly by your declaration.”

The room erupted into loud applause and cheers.

Maria, placed in the middle of the trio of witches, privileged to whip Kerry’s pussy, now dropped her whip. The deliciously naked witches, all three of them quite capable to taking what they wanted from her or from anyone else or, indeed, anything in the room, stood silently arrayed in a small semi-circle. It was as if they were pondering what next to inflict upon Kerry’s imprisoned body. Perhaps they were admiring it and, in deep communion, were deciding which man should take her now, imprisoned as she was on the saltire. After several minutes of silent expectation Maria seemed suddenly to sag at the knees. Quickly her two companions reached for her and held her upright. There was a pause then while the naked and well- muscled gentleman who had supplied the whips moved to a position behind the saltire. After a moment’s fiddling with the mechanism the saltire began to turn. Amidst Kerry’s cries of alarm it swung and, like the hands of a clock, Kerry was turned through 180degrees. What a picture she made with her hair hanging down and her tits thrusting downwards towards her shoulders. Maria was released by her fellow witches and, without further ado, thrust herself forward and began to rain kisses upon that soundly whipped mons veneris. The naked man had knelt down and was removing the strap from around Kerry’s forehead. I saw her immediately crane forward and soon the silence of the room was broken only by the sounds of Sapphic lovemaking as two eager mouths sucked and ate at two eager pussies. The audience watched with bated breath their eyes wondering between the tribadic love-making and me.

I could no longer hold them in thrall. I rose to my feet and unbuttoned my gown to display my erect and burgeoning cock. It was a signal that the ceremony was over. People began to move. Little groups of two or three formed here and there and, in the midst of a rising buzz of conversation and the welter of intimate caresses, I walked to the centre of the room, my rigid cock and swinging balls the cynosure of all eyes. All that is, except those of Kerry and Maria who were still busily engaged with each other. Indeed, Maria now had her arms wrapped about Kerry’s spread-eagled and inverted form.

All of the women here present had tasted my hard cock in every one of their orifices and not one of them hid now their desire for a repeat performance. I was not having any of it. Not because of the frank and comparative glances of the men, but because these delicious women were all now fully reconciled to their husbands and lovers and so my work with each of them was complete. I desired them all, of course, I did being a red blooded male but now, I was no longer their counsellor. Now I was a friend there to offer advice when it was needed. Further, it was needfully beholden to Kathleen, my new client, for whom it was necessary to be in the full flush of my manhood, I needed to preserve myself so, in spite of my massive erection I did not intend to take part in the orgy now getting underway. I had to confess that I don’t remember ever having such reservations. Perhaps I was getting old and past it.

On a settee I saw that Anne was already sitting on a stout weapon, the owner of which I could not see, willing it into her well prepared rose hole. She had been so delightful in the acceptance of that route to lovemaking that I believed she preferred it to any other way. She offered me a smiled invitation to take advantage of her pussy or her mouth. I declined both. The moue she made with her lips, however, translated into a broad smile as another man approached and fell enthusiastically upon her. I wondered if she would be satisfied with only two cocks. She was, I knew, voracious and had a letch for numerous cocks, probably she was casting around for another to fill her mouth and two more, undoubtedly, to grasp in her hands and wank off. Had it been anatomically possible she would also have a rigid cock squeezed as well between her large tits. Such greed for cock was not something I actively endorsed but in this instance I had to admit she looked wonderfully lascivious and very happy so why not?

I continued on towards the music centre where, setting up mood tracks designed to soothe and yet to heighten intimacy, I was accosted by Louise whom, I was glad to see, had managed to free herself entirely from the horribly restraining inhibitions that had so marred her life. She, I always considered as a special case and so relented and turned towards her. She was keeping herself in great trim, her stomach flat, her breasts small but pert and her thighs perfectly rounded and without cellulite.

“Ah, beloved counsellor, as strong as ever, I see?” Her hand reached for my cock and I did nothing to prevent her grasping it firmly. It felt so delicious clamped in her cool moist hand. A slim and very attractive young blonde, it had been my pleasure to restore her to her husband as a lively sex-kitten. As a newly-wed she had been so thoroughly frightened of the cock that at first I had considered that she needed psychiatric treatment. She had viewed all aspects of sex as being disgusting and dirty. With kid gloves I had nurtured her to an understanding by careful degrees and only after several weeks of painstaking instruction had I been able to touch her without her flinching. Slowly she came to understand and then enjoy the pleasures derived from her own body and when, finally, I had been able to introduce her to my cock she viewed it not with horror but with curiosity. Her first touches had been so light that I might have been stroked by gossamer. But it was that first touch that had opened the flood-gates of her passion and within another fortnight I had introduced her to all forms of fucking such that she became a voracious hellion and demanded more than even I could give. It had been a great pleasure to instruct her and I was not about to disturb her sensibilities by refusing her the cock that had brought her out.

“How is your husband, Louise?”

“Oh, very well, darling. He’s under Anna at the moment.” Her husky voice had always brought me out in goose pimples.

“You are enjoying life, then?”

“Never better, my love.”

Taking my acquiescence as read she now dropped to her knees and, caressing it with both hands, she took as much of my cock as she could between her lips and sucked avidly. I didn’t really want this but rejection would be churlish and could even be harmful to this delightful girl so eagerly exciting me with her exquisite mouth. I stood passively looking down into her bright green eyes while she worked on me. Something in me had, like a switch, been tripped and sent my mental circuits into freefall as I fixed my mind’s eye on Kathleen. I imagined it was her lips sucking me.

“Aaaah!” I was brought back to the immediate by my cum beginning to boil in my balls. I struggled with my hands and eventually clasped them tightly behind my head to prevent me from grasping Louise’s head tightly and plunging my cock in an out of her mouth. It was an almost overwhelming need, possibly even a cruelty and I knew not why. I strained against the desire and, at last, my passions reached their pinnacle and with a harsh bellow my cum erupted into her mouth in hot injections. Stream after stream gushed down her throat and I shivered in my whole length as the last of it burst forth from me. I emptied myself with a deliberate effort, wanting this to be over as quickly as possible. I knew that I should have lingered with such a beautiful woman and in the normal course of events I would have done but now, after lifting Louise to her feet and thanking her quickly, I hurried away as soon as decency permitted and flung myself impatiently through the doors.

Down the stairs I hastened with desperation in my step and into the cellar where I found Kathleen just as I had left her, in the unremitting embrace of the chastity belt. She had turned her head at my entrance and greeted me with a tired smile. I bent low and kissed her full and long and lingering on the lips. She returned it with interest and our tongues intertwined passionately. Reluctantly I withdrew and with abject apologies began to release her from her bondage. She remained silently watching me and in her eyes I saw love and desire.

Releasing the belt I let it fall to the floor as I asked solicitously, “Can you stand?”

“Y… yes … I think so.” She clung sweetly to me.As soon as she was able to walk I guided her towards the stairs. We climbed silently up two more flights. That night I broke the last rule of my counsellorship and we slept together peacefully in my bed in each other’s arms.