Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”*

*“Enough. You are keeping me company again tonight and that is a reward all in itself. I am looking forward to seeing how the dildo we made turns out. Good night, sweetheart.”*

*“Good night, Charlotte…”*

Pangs in my chest of romance. No, get your mind out of that mindset. A restful sleep before the dawn chorus of birds and the sun beamed in through the windows. I rolled over to find her looking at me.

*“Good morning, darling.”*

*“Good morning, Miss, am I to…”*

*“No, don’t. Shower in here, get dressed in here. I will join you and the others at breakfast. Besides, you cannot really leave the island today. Not for today’s activities. Indeed, we will be doing a lot of talking and speeches today. As well as intake of a bit more water and coffee than normal. I will watch some porn too. I want to be…horny for when the time comes.”*

She whispered to me the plans for the day and I was taken aback. She also told me of the plans for myself. Admittedly, out of all the activities that happened that week, it was the one I was the most afraid of when I had no reason to be afraid. One of the cardinal rules of the house was if you ever didn’t want to do something, you didn’t have to. There was comfort in that but her idea for me was normal for the top pet come Thursday and as scary as the idea was, I was always willing to try. It would be in front of an audience.

I felt like the proudest man on earth as I took Mistress by the hand. She was dressed in a pair of leather leggings and a latex dress. As we headed towards the dining room, the gulps were audible.

*“Oh, Mistress, joining us for breakfast are you?”*

*“Yes, I am, Pet Joseph. Are you looking forward to the talks I will be having a little later?”*

*“I am. I hope it will help me not feel so guilty about being here.”*

There was this overwhelming sense of guilt over experiencing guy on guy sex. Most of the men had never experienced it before. As I went to sit at a table with her, she asked me to get her a large bottle of water and a black coffee with one sugar. It was odd to see her piling into some toast and bacon, talking to the other men at the table about Australia, her life before the island – she had been just an office girl in a low paying job when she went down to the lottery store every Wednesday to spend a few dollars. Blind faith. Dating a guy who she still saw on a regular basis. I knew better, that was her master. The guys seemed a little shocked she was not quite single but she said she would explain it better. I had it said to me to ensure she drank a ready supply of water and coffee.

After breakfast, we were all corralled into the area. I then noticed something I had noticed before. Men stripped bare of their jockstraps only to reveal the other thirteen guys were in cock cages. Plastic covers not allow their cocks to grow stiff. I was spared it by virtue of winning but the men were not the least bit bothered. I counted. All thirteen were there, I had expected some to pull out by now.

*“Hello, Pets. We are halfway through the week and I trust you are enjoying your experiences. I thought I would tell you a bit about myself. I am in my late thirties and before I won the lottery four years ago, I worked for a publishing company as an administrative assistant. The company used to publish erotic novels and it was through there, I met my husband. My husband lives elsewhere every second week and he allows me to conduct my activities. Anyhow, during my week off, I do catch up on the paperwork, get medical checks and just relax. This can be stressful. But you guys have been wonderful.*

*Now let me just say this. Just because you have had blow jobs, hand jobs or sex with other men here does not make you gay. I do not like sexuality labels here. Sexual pleasure is just that, regardless of gender. So do not allow yourself to feel shitty about the arousing activities you have experienced here.”*

She continued to talk for another hour before telling an account of her own sex life outside of the island. The plot twist was revealed.

*“It was a while back, my now husband and I decided to make a sex tape which did eventually end up on various websites. So here I was…stripped bare. I had my arms strapped to a table and my legs up in stirrups. Master…had me in a hood. I could not see anything, I could not speak because of the gag. So I was powerless and I had to have my full trust in him. We had discussed the scene beforehand. This is why I always get you a bit of paperwork which is more or less an agenda. So here I was…with a large dildo in my backside. A speculum in my pussy which was wide open and he kept talking about my cervix. There were clamps which spread me apart. A vibrator taped to my clitoris and a sounding rod in my urethra. That part scared me the most. Did it hurt? Just a little. The nipples were clamped too. He teased me within an inch of my life whilst he thrust the rod in and out of there. The next thing I know, I had a huge orgasm, he removed the sounding road and I pissed all over him. He laughed. I was unstrapped, the hood was removed, the clamps, everything. He expected me to experience sub drop but I did not.*

*It was an experience like that that shaped how events go here. Do not be afraid to try things but you are under no obligation to participate. Pet Paul knows this well and indeed, I will demonstrate something with him a little later. Let it be said, I may well be Mistress but I do not control you. You control me. The submissive has the power to dictate, and I do not. So may I know ask that you all lie down in the arena. Things are about to get rather messy.”*

The pounding in my heart as she got me to help her have one last bottle of water. Her belly was a little distended from the large intake of water and withholding the bathroom. We were about to engage in something that had forever fascinated me. Piss play. We ended up watching the video where she had been the submissive. Well, I admit, I did end up with an erection and it aroused her. She needed that. I had a responsibility of using a portable Magic Wand of sorts. She had a list too. Yet more options.

So it began.

One by one, she started to experience pleasure by way of vibration, squatting over the guys. The first one just so happened to be Nathan who made it clear what option he wanted. There she was over his face when a stream of relatively clear piss squirted in a stream right into his mouth and all his face. So not to waste a big load of pee, she managed to piss all over another three guys before allowing herself to have an orgasm. In which case Neil, the guy who was last in that group, also witnessed her squirting all over him. He was in a world of utter glee.

There was to be a refractory period while Mistress continued to imbibe fluid, this time in the form of electrolytes. The other guys were still lying on the floor, talking amongst themselves, when Nathan returned.

I was allowed to talk to him about what had happened after he had copped a load of pee.

*“Liza helped me off the floor. She took me to a bathroom where I was laid on a table and had the cock cage removed. Well…I don’t think I could have guessed what was going to happen. Next thing I know her hands were out….I got a massage…flipped over, her hand was on my cock and she jerked me off. I came in less than two minutes. The other two lasses were then waiting to get me in the shower to scrub me down.”*

See, the men were not lacking pleasure of any sort.

The room took on the distinct smell of urine with many of the pets talking to Mistress as she pissed all over them. I felt very odd not really participating but I knew my turn would come. The jets were golden and cascades and dripped all over the bodies of the men. Graham later told me it was amazing how Mistress’s cunt was right over his face. Not close enough for him to pick but he could see her clit throbbing as she dumped a lot of cum on his face. He drowned in it. The aromas were highly sexed and he cringed because his cock tried to stiffen but could not. Hence the happy ending massage was most welcome.

A couple of hours later, all thirteen had been pissed and squirted on. It was now my turn to shine. I was about to get a hand job. Not just any hand job. It was a demonstration of trust. Apparently, several top pets had refused it. The harem was invited to watch. Yep, all of them were there. I found myself strapped to a table. Mistress was holding some rope. First, she ensured my cock and balls were wrapped together. Figure eights around each testicle. I did wonder If she was going to bound my dick too but she did not. She didn’t want the rope to interfere with the “task at hand”. I overheard someone in the audience comment on what a nice cock I had. Well, I didn’t think it was too bad. I was cut, just over six inches and a little veiny. A slight bend. They had a good view, I was quite hard.

I had one advantage over Mistress. When she experienced this very thing, she couldn’t see nor speak. I could do both. She was asking for my reassurance and I was taken aback by the depth of clarity in her blue eyes. It didn’t just make my cock sing, but she made my heart go boom too. Oh, do not go there, Paul! It was like I was trying to distract myself when I heard the ping of the red latex gloves and the squirt of cold lube as she began to masturbate me just a little. Two minutes of a constant rhythm and I was mildly embarrassed I was getting a bit vocal already. Nerves kicked in.

Yet more lube, focussed on the head of my cock. She asked if I was ready. I was.

There it was, a long solid looking piece of stainless steel. A Hegar sound. Yes, I was about to experiencing sounding and I was rather looking forward to it. As the cold metal tip first entered my cock, I flinched just a little and she noticed.

*“How is that…Pet Paul?”*

*“Keep going, Miss.”*

Gravity and a slight push assisted with the movement of the sound down my shaft. It sat there for a while as I got used to the rather unusual sensation of having something in my penis. For a moment, I worried I would go soft but I need not have worried when she started to slowly move the sound in and out of my cock. How can I describe how it felt? Pleasure in a different area and it did sting just a little. Not enough for me to not enjoy it.

The sound came to a halt as her hand started working my shaft, slowly. Slowly does it. The blood was pumping as my cock began to throb from deep within. There were times I knew I would not last and this was one of them.

The room was deadly silent bar a few audible gasps as Mistress began to slide the sound in and out of my pee hole whilst she continued to stimulate me. Each downward stroke made a tingling in my bladder. My balls felt like they were blue and hadn’t expelled a thing in years when that was not true, I did empty the contents of my balls onto Mistress’s chest last night. In fact, I began thinking about that blow job and how he tongue teased my pee hole. It was that thought, that saw me erupt in white creamy cum all over Mistress’s well-lubed rubber gloves.

*“So how was that, Pet Paul?”*

*“Lovely. So different. So delicious…just…”*

I didn’t want to say anything else lest I incriminated myself.

The harem was addressed. We were all told we needed to go into the city in the morning to buy a tube of lipstick each. The mind boggles. As the crowd dispersed, Mistress untied my balls and wiped my limp cock down with a wet wipe.

*“Best you go for a pee, Paul. In fact…come into my room. Pee on me. Then we can shower together.”*

Following on from her guidance, no sooner had I got into the shower with her, I held my cock as a shot of bright yellow piss landed and splashed on her erect nipples. She giggled and we soaped each other up. It was slippery and sweet smelling before we got to use the powdery soft towels and crawled into a freshly made bed. Once I got under the sheets, she put her arms around me. It was nice to feel wanted for a change.

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