Mary had her hand in the usual place — on my cock. And of course it was beginning to grow.

“Seriously though George, you must have some questions, and/or comments.” Said Isabella.

“Yes, I have got one or two points that need clearing up.

“Vasectomy. She’s the same doctor who does the weekly STI checks. Right?”

“Yes.” Said Isabella, “All the girls will be invited to watch the operation, and you will not be anaesthetized! Hope you are okay with that, we are after all a ‘Femdom College’, so we have to demonstrate a little bit of cruelty now and again. She’ll do that on Monday, straight after the STI checks, in the gymnasium.”

“Hope she washes her hands.” Says I.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’ then. I’ll give her a bell tomorrow. By the way, I’m hoping she will show you how to do the STI checks as well. It won’t hurt to have someone who can step in if need be. That can all be part of your Monday morning workload. Would you be happy with that?”

“No issue, except that how do I prove the pee test is a pass or a fail if I’m not allowed to touch or speak to the lady concerned?”

“You can sip it if it’s a pass. Pour it down the loo if it’s a fail. If a lady fails the urine test she should be asked to stand outside our office, where one of us will be in attendance. You can of course speak to any lady under those circumstances.” Said Mary.

“Payment is a big ‘No, No.’ Even if you have a full house of twelve trainees for forty-eight weeks of the year, your gross income is around £200K. I do not doubt after the police raids you pay your full tax, so taking running costs, tax, etc into consideration you can safely cut that figure in half. You have your retainers. You have overheads, you have company tax. If you pay me £50K, Rough guess, I estimate you’re only earning about £10K a year more than me. So £50K is simply too much. I’m quite happy to work for nothing. After all how many slaves earn anything at all? Money-wise, I have two government pensions, My Old Age Pension clicks in a couple of years, and I also receive a monthly income from my house, I simply do not need much. As long as I have you two lovely ladies in my bed most nights, and business when you don’t want me — I’m happy.”

“That’s quite a speech, and most touching you darling man.” Said, Isabella.”But you seem to have overlooked your ‘Made to Measure vibrator idea, and you haven’t yet heard about our plans for starting classes for male slaves, or subs if that’s a better word. We’re interviewing twenty ‘Wannabe’ slaves on Tuesday! I think we should pay you something. We may call you a slave, but you’re not gonna be a slave, even if we do inflict a little bit of pain on you now and again. Don’t you agree?”

“What about £25K?” Said Mary continuing to gently rub my cock, which was now standing rigidly to attention.

“Oh, that’s lovely Mary, nice and gentle, up and down, let me give you a bit of pleasure with my tongue.” Says I. Mary placed her already wet pussy in my mouth. I sucked and licked greedily into her wonderful, wet, hairy pussy.” Her orgasm came with a rush, and she was unable to hold back the stream of urine which rapidly followed. She teased my cock, not allowing him to ejaculate.

“£25K?” She said, still teasing my cock with her right hand.

“£10K is plenty.” Says I.

£25K, or we’ll keep you on the edge like this for the next seventy-two hours!” Interjected Isabella.

“Okay, £25K it is. Just finish what you’ve started before I explode.” Says I writhing between Mary’s soaking-wet legs.

Isabella lowered herself onto my cock which felt as if it was about to burst. She sucked it deep inside her love tunnel in that amazing way of hers. I ejaculated almost immediately, and Mary went down for the clean-up she enjoyed so much, and I finished licking out her love tunnel.

When the clean-up was finished, we had a quick shower, and then Isabella and Mary changed into their evening dresses, which were the briefest of brightly coloured bikinis. Isabella’s yellow, Mary’s bright red. The rapid release type! Very Sexy!

“Mary. Your pubic hairs are sticking out from the sides of your bikini bottom. Would you like me to trim them?” Asked Isabella.

“Don’t you dare!” Says I, “It would be sacrilege to remove one gorgeous curly hair from that fantastic bush of hers..I’ll give you another shampoo and set Mary. That should keep the hair inside the bikini line. Would you like that?”

“Mmmmmm. Yes please George.” Said Mary.

I asked Mary to sit down on a high stool. I sat on a low one so that my face was just a little higher than her pussy. I applied the shampoo around that lovely love tunnel. It was soon nice and frothy. I rinsed and applied warm air from the hair dryer, at the same time combing her beautiful bush into a heart shape with partially collapsed sides at the same time.

I had to partially trim the longest hair, or it would have simply bunched in the centre, and her lovely pussy lips would not be outlined by the soft, almost transparent fabric of her bikini bottom.

We discussed the ‘Made to Measure’ vibrators further. I told them what I would need, the electronics design was not difficult. I gave them a list of components and materials I would need and a list of equipment. With my help, Isabella promised to order the parts on Monday. It was agreed that we should do this after my vasectomy. I was not exactly looking forward to that, particularly without anaesthetics, half a dozen giggling half-naked girls, and a sadistic Irene looking on.

Mary was still sitting on the high stool facing the door, legs spread wide, I was still sitting on my low stool, shaping Mary’s lovely, hairy bush with comb and hairdryer, my face just inches from that lovely part of her body, when Angela and Rebecca decided to return. Together with the six trainees and Irene of course. The timing could not have been better.

Angela and Rebecca burst into fits of laughter. Three of the trainees pretended they hadn’t seen anything unusual, the other three blushed. Irene asked if I had found any lice or anything else of interest.

Isabella helped to lay out the food on a large tablecloth spread across the bed, I finished Mary’s shampoo, clipped her bikini bottom back in place, and we all sat around the improvised table. The girls dressed in their evening dress, which was of course the briefest of bikini’s made from almost transparent materials, of the same design as Isabella’s and Mary’s. But all brightly different colours.

“Good evening girls, thank you all for coming to this party.” Started Isabella, “As you all have probably realised, due to his nakedness, this is George. Our new ‘ Head Slave!’. He has already made one or two misdemeanours. So he will be put on trial towards the end of the week. This should give you all plenty of chance to examine the evidence, add your complaints, and then we can give the guilty bastard a good smacking!” Loads of laughter and clapping from the girls. I bowed in their direction three times.

“Several other items concerning George, he’s not had a vasectomy. So Susan will be performing that operation straight after the STI checks, in the gymnasium on Monday. No Anaesthetic, you’re all invited to watch!” Loud cheers and clapping from the girls.

“Also, you will also be interested to learn that we have decided to hold a raffle on Thursday. The prize is George! So from completion of punishment until 0500 the following morning. The lucky winner (or winners) will discover George locked in his cock cage, which will be anchored to the floor in the winner’s bedroom. He will be wearing the key to cock cage around his neck. Up to the winner if she uses the key or not, but George will have been fed enough Viagra (and other medications) to keep the randiest of you happy all night. Whether or not you choose to relieve him of his load is entirely up to you. But we would like him returned to us undamaged at 0500 on Friday morning.”

More good news for you, On Monday evening we are expecting our first recruitment of thirty-six male trainee slaves. Mary will be looking after the six new female trainees,

George and I will be getting the male trainees fed and bedded down in the gymnasium overnight. We only want twelve, one for each female trainee. The successful male trainees will be selected after Tuesday’s morning physical training. In the meantime, they will have a cock-cage fitted, stripped, and handcuffed to the wall bars in the gymnasium. We expect many will ask to be released during the first twenty-four hours.

Back to this evening, I’m sure you will all want to fondle George’s magnificent prick and thank him for the magnificent spread you see before you. After we’ve eaten I’m sure you will all have the opportunity to inspect George closely. Please don’t wank him off, get him interested by all means, but the onerous task of relieving him of his heavy load is the unenviable responsibility of Mary and Myself. And if you do manage to wank him off, I have to award him another six smacks for raping your right hand!! ” The girls laughed and clapped. “Finally, a brief note of how I found George. I soon realised George would be an ideal candidate as our Head Slave.

He is a bit of a keep-fit fanatic. Despite his ‘Great Age’ I think you will all find him exceptionally fit. Before I met him, he used to exercise naked in his garage. He was kind enough to allow me to see a short video he made of himself exercising. He has agreed that you can all enjoy this as you eat. He can do more than one-hundred press-up’s which include a clap on the way up. He can do more than one-hundred pull-ups. He can run ten miles with six house bricks in his backpack. I’m sure you will all notice his six-pack and one or two or you might even notice he has an erection whilst he is exercising. Thank you for your patience.”

The girls clapped, Isabella, sat down, dimmed the lights, and pressed a button on the control panel on her right. A enormous television lowered itself from the ceiling, and George’s homemade video was viewed by all.

On completion of the video, several girls came over to George and dropped their bikini bottoms, most of them quite wet, onto Georges’s erect penis. One well-built young lady not only dropped her bikini bottom onto his penis but took off her bikini top, held his head between her magnificent 36DD and hugged him tightly, the bikini top draped over his head.

George, a little nonplussed, turned to Mary on his left and asked her what he need to do with these delightful articles of female attire. She replied that he should stand, sniff them all individually, and display them unwashed, in a prominent position in your workplace tomorrow.

“But don’t whatever you do allow them to ‘Jack you off’! That’s mine and Isabella’s job until we say otherwise!” Ordered Mary, and she quite obviously meant it.

George followed Mary’s advice, then bowed three times to them all, and spent the next thirty minutes or so, speaking to each of the girls. He allowed those who wanted to fondle his dick, all fondled, but none succeeded. Mary’s words echoed in his head as he resisted the urge to allow the girls their mischievous objective.

The feast and George’s walkabout was a success. They danced, they drank, they smoked spliffs’ they fondled, Girl on Girl, Girl on George until the early hours. Even Irene behaved herself — well almost. When she managed to corner George she uttered in his ear,

“Enjoy yourself now Pretty Boy, because when I pronounce sentence at your trial you will be awarded a truly sore ass! And, when I win the raffle — You’re mine! There won’t be much left in the morning!”

George didn’t take much notice, a ‘sore ass’ didn’t bother him, and Irene had to win the raffle first.

Back where he felt safe from the girl’s mischievous wandering hands, between Mary and Isabella, he asked Isabella about the vasectomy which was worrying him a little. Isabella, did her best to allay his fears.

“I’m not a doctor. As I understand it, there are two possible procedures, Conventional and No-scalpel vasectomy.” Explained Isabella. “In both cases, the doctor first numbs your scrotum with a local, except that this won’t happen in your case.” She said, with a gleam in her eye.”

“With conventional, the doctor will make two small cuts, one on either side of your balls, to reach the tubes that carry sperm out of your testicles.

Both tubes are cut and a small section is removed. The ends are then sealed with a knot, or sealed by heat.

The cuts are then stitched, usually with dissolving stitches that disappear after a few days.

No-Scalpel vasectomy is much the same procedure except that Susan will make a tiny puncture hole on either side of your balls, just big enough to reach in and pull out those two tubes. What follows is much the same as conventional vasectomy. The operation takes about ten minutes. You won’t be able to have penetrative sex for about a week. But don’t worry, we’ll keep feeding you Viagra, and keep the cock-cage on!” She said laughing, grabbing my balls and gently squeezing. Good job you know how to use your tongue isn’t it?”

“I suppose the same op will be offered to all new slaves?”

“Definitely. We’re femdoms don’t forget, and this is a Femdom School. The slaves are something we should have introduced years ago — we missed a trick there. But I shall enjoy putting thirty-six cock-cages on thirty-six red faces on Monday night”

The girls started drifting back to their rooms at about 2. O’clock onwards, most completely naked, not bothered where their discarded bikini tops and bottoms were. They were all gorgeous, with or without clothes.