The boys’ poor performances in the pussy tasting contest Super Bowl Sunday made my Ladies admit that it was our fault: that we hadn’t been insisting on regular service by them all.

Coordinating 8 girls – 2 with teenagers in the house – and 6 subs for an hour or more’s service isn’t a fly-by-night matter.  So structure was put in place – a schedule – and formal commitment insisted upon.

The rotation is 5 weeks.  Every slave services every one of the 7 Ladies in the rotation in those 5 weeks: 3 weeks of one Domme / wk and 2 wks of 2.  Obviously, a sub’s wife is serviced outside the schedule, whenever she chooses.  Timing revolves around when it works best for the two couples with children still in the house.  Service must be done when it doesn’t take Daddy out of the house when kids would expect him home.  Etc., etc.  Everyone else adjusts.  Exceptions are when business, travel schedules, etc., intervene.  We then do “make-up” lickings.

The “official” schedule is kept by Mollie.  It guarantees that all “pairings” are accomplished and makes sure feedback to each Domme about Her sub’s performance is regular, which serves steady improvement.

Each Domme reports when she completes her scheduled boy and how he did – a subjective assessment (A+ (very rare) – assigned a 95 grade – through F – assigned 50).  This is all very new – we’re only in the 3rd week; so we haven’t decided yet when to issue “report cards” and what they will mean for the boys.  I suggested we go 15 weeks (close to a college semester) so each boy has 3 cycles with each Domme.  We’ll see.

Now, as I repeatedly say, it’s a small town. So, we work things so that goings and comings don’t become suspicious to neighbors; an aspect of which is that service is not always at the home of one or the other.

Today, Jeff worshipped me, at Rita’s, right after work.  Rita lives in a thickly wooded area which eases some concerns about observation.  Jeff was about 15 minutes late (he’ll get 15 lashes for it later).  I demand not just pussy but full body worship – feet, boobs, pussy, and ass.  So, we were running behind; and when Katie came with Patrick at 7:30, also at Rita’s, Jeff still had his face in my butt.

My report is for Jeff is C+.  He was fine with my feet and pussy, poor with the nipples and struggles to penetrate my ass.  Transitions were unremarkable.  I had 3 orgasms – pretty good.  He maintained a rock hard erection for the duration and didn’t flinch when I hit it, staying focused on me.  He maintained good concentration while I was on his face giving a handjob or the couple times I took him in my mouth.  So, Terri’s not doing a bad job with his tongue and mental control.

Mollie is compiling report cards.  I’ll give a verbal report to Terri tomorrow by phone.  My first 2 reports very frank and graphic, which is what we all said we wanted.  So far, its going well.  krissi’s first 2 reports were strong.  I don’t know where he “stands” among the 6.

I said in my interview with Mizz Geena that uncertainty is avoided and suspicions quenched by never having one-on-one sex behind closed doors. This evening’s arrangement, which often – for scheduling reasons – gets more than one pairing together at the same place, sometimes back-to-back, like mine and Katie’s should have been tonight.  And in this case, Rita was also there. This maintains the faith.  She was worshipped by Tony earlier in the week.

Now, I’m sure she’ll take a little of Josh after Katie’s done; or perhaps join her for a “double ender” before the evening’s done.  She’d not pass up an opportunity for Josh’s large dick unless Clarise has other plans for him.

Anyway, so far, so good.  I’d guess we’ll have a pussy tasting “re-exam” at some point, maybe when report cards are issued, to see if the boys have been paying attention.

P. S. Right after I got home, Gwinneth called – the woman krissi and I met on the hiking trail a couple weeks ago. We’re to go again this Saturday morning.  She wanted to know how many of her daughter’s friends would be too many.  I told her the more the merrier but, should things go beyond simply looking, should she or the others want to “play,” it might become awkward.

She hadn’t anticipated that I might offer to let her put her hands on him.  I’d told her when we met for lunch that krissi and I are part of a small group of couples practicing FLRs but I guess she let her mind wander to what this might mean.

She was headed to the airport and had to run but said she wants to chat again tomorrow.