This is the second story I have written for Literotica. It will include descriptions of oral sex. The female gender, being superior to the male, will all the time be in charge because she is female. She is superior to the male. But not in a cruel way. Yes, she will be strict and occasionally enjoys giving her slave a smacked ass just to see the red marks caused by the flat of her hand. More often, his smacked ass and denial of sex after giving him an aphrodisiac are her preferred ways of punishment. She enjoys watching that dick struggling to ejaculate against nothing but fresh air.

The sub-gender is never allowed the dignity of clothes. Except for trainers when running. But even these can be denied on the whim of his superior. CFNM is the rule.

Bi-sexual acts are common, but never male to male.

So, if my kink is not your kink, read no further. The author does not wish to offend, but would equally welcome the readers’ views, constructive or otherwise.

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My name is Ronald Greenaway. I’m a sailor in the Royal Navy. I’m not married, no serious girlfriend, and I was brought up in an orphanage. So when it comes to leave and weekends, often remains a question mark. This might go some way towards explaining why I was stupid, or lucky enough, depending upon your point of view, to allow myself to get into the situation I now discover myself as a sex slave to an incredibly gorgeous woman and her two equally gorgeous female subs. At least, until they tire of my tongue and cock, or anything else that I can offer.

Lucy is older than me. A mature woman, sexually experienced, bi-sexual, a little cruel, and way out of my league. She has a body to die for. 36DD breasts, hardly an ounce of fat on her entire body, she is fit. She can run ten miles and barely break a sweat. She exhausts my feeble efforts in the gym (which all the time involve a smacked ass when I fail to keep up with her and her two equally fit subs). Naturally, I come bottom in the pecking order of things. I am forced to give in to all their kinky methods. If I argue, I am punished. If I refuse, I not only get reported and publicly punished but also punished in private.

My life does have an upside. I have a permanent, but unnatural erection 24/7. This is brought about by the Viagra, and aphrodisiacs they force me to take every twenty-four hours. The Viagra brings on an erection, and the ‘Pussy-Pleaser’ (aphrodisiac) does not allow ejaculation for anything up to twenty-four hours, and even then the Mistress allowing my ejaculation must all the time be satisfied first. This permanent erection can be quite painful. It can only be relieved by the soft hand, pussy, breasts, mouth, or even a wank between the soles of their feet from one or more of my superiors, or their friends when I am loaned or rented out for the entertainment of other femdoms. I have a permanent sore ass. They love to smack me for no other reason other than to see if they can make me retaliate. If I retaliate, even verbally, they have an excuse to have me publicly punished. These three lovely mistresses, love to humiliate and enjoy my naked discomfort. Having said that, I enjoy this way of life. I love my three mistresses. Yes, I admit I must be a bit kinky.

My story starts at midday on a Friday. Myself and three shipmates are enjoying a pint of beer before they depart for a weekend with wives or girlfriends. As usual, I have no real plans for the weekend, other than to drink too much, eat all the wrong foods and maybe take in a movie or two.

Into the pub, step three beautiful women. They brink their drinks to an empty table adjacent to ours.

“Hey George, ain’t they the same three we saw in here yesterday?” Whispers ‘Flash’ Gordon.

“Yes. Couldn’t mistake them.” Ron made a right prick of himself by saying that as long as he had a face, that brunette would all the time have somewhere to sit.” Said Shiner.

“And I think the bitch heard me!” I responded

It wasn’t long before a squeaky announcement over the railway public address system announced that the Two twenty-five train for Exeter, Bristol, and the Midlands would be departing from platform two shortly.

“Nearly time for yet another weekend on my own-some.” I thought to myself.

My mates swallowed what remained of their beer, made their farewells, wished me a pleasant weekend, and they were gone. leaving me to wonder just how I was to pass the rest of this day, leave alone the remainder of the weekend.

I sat there pondering this dull prospect when the fantastic-looking brunette asked if I’d like to join them. I had already considered posing this question but rejected the idea as being impractical. (What would three grade ‘A’ ‘top totty’ birds want with a scruff like me? They only have to smile or wiggle their pretty little asses in the general direction of an officer and they have it made. So it was with some trepidation, I shyly accepted their offer.

“Hello, I’m Lucy and this is Susan and Fiona. We’re in Plymouth for a short break in our camper van, and we were wondering if you could give us some ideas on how to spend the rest of the day. What’s your name?”

“My name is Ron. I work for the Ministry of Defence. What kind of things do you want to see? There’s plenty to do in the Plymouth area, there’s the Barbican, Dartmoor, boat trips around the harbor, theatre, nightclubs, you name it Plymouth has got it.”

“Ministry of Defence eh? Sounds crucial. Just exactly what do you do in the Ministry of Defence?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to talk about that Lucy, Official secrets and all that.”

She smiled, and I felt myself going quite red, she knew I was spinning a line and probably guessed exactly what I was, but she spared my feelings by suggesting that Dartmoor might be interesting, would I like to be their guide?

I replied that I would consider it an honour to show them a bit of Dartmoor. I couldn’t help myself. I was caught ‘red-handed’ staring at that magnificent cleavage.

“Judging by the way you are ogling my tits; I presume you would like to fuck me? Is that correct Ron?” Lucy asked in an almost innocent way, but unsmiling as she said it.

I was gob-smacked! I did not know where to look, or what to say.

Eventually, I managed to blurt out that I did find her, and her two friends most attractive, but the thought of having carnal knowledge of their bodies had not even entered my mind.

“Don’t lie to me, Ron. I can see from just looking at the bulge in your trousers you would love to stick that prick into any orifice of my body that I allowed you to poke it. Or for that matter either of my two friends. Don’t worry, you’ll get the chance if you behave yourself. Not only with me but with all three of us!”

I did not believe what I was hearing! Never, in my life had any woman, leave alone three women! Leave alone women as attractive as these three, practically promising me some fun in the hay within just minutes of making their acquaintance.

“Another thing Ron, we know exactly who you are, we’ve been following you and your mates around for three days just waiting to get one of you on your own. You are single. No ties with the shore, and we heard one of your mates call you ‘Bunts’ earlier, so presumably you are a signalman on one of the two frigates alongside at the moment. Which one is it? Dorchester or Bristol?

“Bristol,” I answered sheepishly.

“Well, in the future, always tell me the truth young Ron, or we shall be falling out!.”

“I’m sorry Lucy, and yes, I am what they call a ‘Bunting-Tosser’. Flags, flashing light, maneuvering by voice, flags that sort of thing.”

“Well, that’s a very responsible job, Ron. So why tell me some ‘cock and bull’ story such as ‘Ministry of Defence’? I know it’s technically not a lie, just as well you didn’t tell me you were a helicopter pilot, eh?”

“That’s okay, but do not ever lie to me, Ron.” She said menacingly. “Dartmoor then. Shall we go?”

“I’d love to do that Lucy.”

Their camper van was parked quite near the pub. Lucy walked close, her right hand slipped into my left-hand trouser pocket. Occasionally brushing against my rock-hard penis. I just could not believe this was happening to me. No longer did I feel the slightest bit of jealousy toward my shipmates? I was with three of the most gorgeous women I could ever hope to meet, with the promise of a fuck in the not-too-distant future as well.

On arrival at the camper-van, Susan and Fiona went straight through to the large bedroom at the rear of the camper-van, Lucy sat me down on a seat built for two in the Dining room area. She sat beside me, her right hand gently stroking the inside of my thigh, close to my rock-hard prick.

“My Oh My. You have got a stiffy on, haven’t you Ron. What do you think we should do about it?”

I reached out to put my arm around her to kiss her.

She smacked my face hard. “Lesson No. 1 Ron. You do not touch me unless I invite you to do so. Lesson No2: We do not tend to wear much indoors, usually just bra and panties, we expect you to wear nothing at all. Are you happy with that?”

“Do you mean you want me to strip off — right now?”

“Exactly. Now do as you are told Ron, and don’t make a fuss, I expect Susan and Fiona are already down to their underwear.”

“Are you going to undress Lucy?”

She smacked my face again.

“Rule No. 3 Ron, You never, and I mean never ask me for anything. You give when ordered to do so. I always take. Now get undressed before my subs return.”

I did as I was ordered, and stood naked before her. Her two subs returned, and as predicted wore only bras and panties.

“What do you think girls?” Asked Lucy.

“Bit skinny Mistress, nice prick though, a bit on the small side but quite usable.”

“Yes, this one is a bit on the skinny side, but six weeks of training with us will soon do something to improve that side of things. As for his prick, you both know we can make that at least an inch, maybe two longer, and certainly thicker. Feel free to have a feel.”

Susan and Fiona fondled my prick and balls, smacking my ass viscously if I tried to shy away from them. I was close to ejaculating. The panties of both girls were quite wet and their pubic hair was visible through the thin fabric of their underwear. The delicious aroma of female urine and pre-cum juices invaded my nostrils and I was becoming increasingly aroused.

Lucy looked on with interest, she took off her panties and thrust them into my mouth.

“Suck them clean Ron.” She casually instructed and started to masturbate in front of me.

My semen shot out from my prick straight into Lucy’s face. She took my prick in her mouth and sucked on it greedily. She then stood and casually slapped my face, prick, and ass.

“Lesson No4 Ron. You do not cum without permission.”

“Okay girls, take him to the main bedroom. Handcuff him to the bed, you may sit on his face if you wish but do not allow him to ejaculate, just keep him on the edge until I join you. I will drive the camper van to somewhere quiet on Dartmoor and we will all have a bit of fun before we go home. Okay?”

Susan holding my now limp prick, and Fiona holding my balls in a rather painful way, they took me to the bedroom and anchored me to the bed as instructed.

Without a word, Susan slipped two pills into her vagina, a blue triangular pill, (Viagra) and a white and brown capsule (Pussy-Pleaser). She then sat on my face, and Fiona sat on my chest. The two beautiful ladies kissed and cuddled each other for perhaps ten minutes. Susan had a series of huge orgasms in my mouth. I must admit she tasted good. They then swapped places and Fiona repeated the performance. She tasted good, but neither girl had said a word to me. Meanwhile, my prick seemed to be growing even larger and harder. Fiona playing with my prick. I rapidly became hard again and was to remain rock-rock for the next twenty-four hours.

Both girls enjoyed several orgasms in my mouth. The aroma from both pussies differed slightly, Susan’s had a hint of sweetness about it, and Fiona’s was more salty.

After about thirty minutes of driving, Lucy parked the camper van beside several other camper vans. Still fully clothed, and looking beautiful, She sat down beside us fondling my prick she exclaimed.

“My Oh My! We do seem to have picked a winner this time girls. Have you seen what those pills have done to his prick? It looks like it might be about to burst!”

Senior Mistress Lucy started to gently wank me, but it was more of a tease than a hand job, her touch incredibly soft, she would bring me to the edge, smile and kiss it gently, then stand back to watch me struggle to ejaculate against nothing but fresh air.

“I am a tease aren’t I Ron? My two girls have had lots of fun, and I’m about to as well, and you poor Ron — you’re not allowed to cum. What a pity. Now do you remember what you said to your friends back in the pub yesterday? No? Then I’ll remind you. You said ‘As long as you had a face, I would always have somewhere to sit! Well, here I am Ron, you have a face, and I have nowhere to sit. Where would you suggest I sit Ron? “

“On my prick Senior Mistress Lucy. On my prick!”

She smacked my face. Wrong answer Ron; Lesson No5, and I did give you the answer. On your face of course. Where else?”

She then asked the two girls to move over, and she sat on my face. Her pussy was as sweet as the rest of her. Lovely fat outer lips surrounded by her curly, crinkly, pubic hair. Smooth inner lips, soft, wet, and inviting. She didn’t seem to worry that my face and neck were already soaking wet from the cum of her two slaves, she just moved that lovely quim of hers up and down my tongue, into my mouth and her juices flowed down my throat like vintage wine. She had at least four massive orgasms, and I enjoyed them all.

Meanwhile, Fiona and Susan teased my massive erection to the point of ejaculation time and time again but denied ejaculation. They had peed on their panties and wrapped the soggy wet underwear around my stalk which wriggled against nothing but fresh air when not being touched by anything female.

“How long since you administered the medication, Susan?”

“About an hour mistress.”

“That means they’ve had ample time to work. He won’t be able to cum, and we can fuck and fuck that delightful knob of his for the next twenty-four hours. What a lovely wondered”.

Lucy took over from Susan and started gently wanking me.

“Now then Ron. Do you like what I am doing to you?”

“Yes, Lucy. Please do not stop.”

She slapped my face and prick almost simultaneously.

“Lesson No5 Ron. From now on you will address me as Senior Mistress Lucy. Is that understood?” She asked in a kindly voice, Susan, and Fiona, laughing at my discomfort, Susan sitting astride Fiona’s lap, both girls caressing each other’s breasts.

“Yes Senior Mistress Lucy, and please don’t stop what you were doing.”

She slapped my face and cock twice.

“Lesson No6 Ron. I’ve told you once, you never ask me to do anything for you, I only tell you what you will do for me and my two slaves. I and slaves will do whatever they want to you when they want. Is that clear Ron?”

“Yes, Senior Mistress Lucy.” My balls were about to release a long squirt of semen, but I managed to hold it back guessing that if I did not, I would find out what Lesson No. 7 would be.

Lucy got on top, taking my massive prick inside her. What a delightful feeling, except that I could no longer ejaculate. Well, I could cum, but it would be about twenty-four hours before I did. And when my semen did eventually escape from my balls, I would be knackered. But it would have been the best fuck I have ever had.

Lucy, now partially satisfied after thirty minutes of fucking, still almost fully clothed, asked if her panties were clean.

Fiona, laughing at my frustration now that Lucy had vacated my prick, and I was writhing around, unable to ejaculate, eagerly awaiting the next one to sit on my throbbing knob, advised that they that the panties had been rinsed in cold water and were hanging on a radiator to dry.

Lucy examined her panties closely.

“I would like you to slap his face twice, and return my panties to his mouth. There is a urine stain he has failed to remove. You may both use him to clean your panties should you so wish when he is not in use.”

This time Senior Mistress Lucy did not resume wanking me. Instead, she turned to Susan and Fiona and said;

“Well Ron, I promised you a good fuck back in the pub, and you didn’t believe me, did you?”

“That is true Senior Mistress Lucy.”

“Are you enjoying it?”

“Yes, Senior Mistress Lucy.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I want to cum, but your pills won’t allow it. When I am on the brink, no matter how hard I try I can’t cum. Yet at the same time, I have never experienced such enjoyment. Senior Mistress Lucy.”

“Do you want to remain, my slave, until I tire of you?”

“Yes, please Senior Mistress Lucy.”

“Very Well. One of us will fuck you until we have had enough. If you cum, and you had better not cum before all three of us have been satisfied, then we’ll complete your training. Is that clear slave Number Three?”

“Yes. Senior Mistress Lucy.”

Susan took her turn sitting on my prick, by now the sheet below my ass was soaking wet from the liquid emissions from four bodies. Susan had been taught to squeeze a cock with her pussy, and milk it like a cow’s teet. The sensation was most enjoyable, but when she release the squeeze by relaxing her pussy muscles, there was a feeling of frustration as I could feel the semen within my cock rapidly flooding back into my balls., leaving my rock-hard penis flapping around inside her soaking-wet love tunnel.

Fiona sat on my stomach cuddling Susan, beautiful tits massaging each other, Fiona’s lovely, hairy, minge tickling my lower stomach, occasionally leaking her cum over my stomach. Now and again, someone would scoop up a handful of these lovely female juices and spread them over my face, inviting me to suck the hand that offered these juices.

“Have you ever drunk female piss Slave No. 3?” Asked Lucy.

“No Senior Mistress Lucy.”

“Well, I’m bursting for a piss, so you shall have your chance to sample mine. Open wide, lick my clit, and I shall piss in your mouth. Do not dare spill even one drop. I shall squirt it in, a mouthful at a time, you will sample, and swallow. When I have finished, you may lick me clean. Is that clear? “

“Yes, Senior Mistress Lucy.”

When she was comfortably sitting on my chest, pussy over my mouth, my tongue nibbling and licking her clitoris, she pissed into my mouth. It was not an unpleasant experience. Salty, but a lovely female such as my Senior Mistress could not possibly emit anything disgusting from that gorgeous body. I eagerly sampled and drank her delicious yellow urine, until her bladder was empty. I then licked, and sucked every corner of her pussy as far inside as my tongue could reach, making her orgasm over my face and into my mouth. I loved this lady. I enjoyed being her slave; her two subs had still not spoken a word to me, but I was also enjoying their bodies. Life as a slave is something I do not want to give up. This was only my first day. It would be many hours before my mistresses were satisfied, and I might then be allowed to ejaculate.