A favorite cartoon of mine when a kid was The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (yes, it was for boys, but it was funny!)   One of its signatures was always an alternative title: “OR …”  I adopt this here …

Earlier this year when I asked NurseDomme Jessica why krissi may have been so healthy and physically robust, and for so long, offering that he’d never been sick from licking filthy feet, assholes, and whatnot, she suggested that prudence might be the better part of valor, as he ages and his resistance to disease naturally declines.  For rimming she suggests he rinse his mouth afterwards (or during) with antiseptic mouthwash.

I took this to the Ladies in my group.  All agreed.  After all, we’ve invested much of our lives in developing really good boys who’ve served us well, and it’s up to us to maintain them as best we can.  So, this is what you call a no-brainer.

Now, leave it to Mollie – our Queen of Butt – to think of a great mindfuck game to play with krissi.

We did it yesterday.  Fantastic!  It also turned a direction I didn’t anticipate, opening talk of – I’ll not call it a Pandora’s box – a whole ‘nother level of service (with which I agree only on its margins).  The narrative will explain.

Just after this, yesterday, a real-world calamity popped up for krissi and me so I asked one of my group – Charise – to write-up what happened.  I asked that she recall as best she could the dialogue – critical to any mindfuck – then write it like erotica.  I think she’s done marvelously well.

The calamity?  krissi misplaced his wallet!  Turns out he left it at the gym.  Made a mess of my whole evening.

Now, an open question for everyone: How many lashes does he deserve for this?   Enough to seek help from the group?  How many girls?  Four? (with my “rack,” four – one for each quadrant – is the most which can be brought to bear on a single body).

Now, Charise’s fine work:

Obviously, the game was planned in advance.  We all arrived at Rita’s – she has a wonderful large living room which spills out onto a deck on a bluff overlooking a river – around noon, all but 2 of us fresh from church and all wearing nice dresses.  Rita’s house is back in a wooded area, so little attention is attracted by many cars in the drive.

[a first sidenote: I must add that Meghan has been a very positive influence in getting us Ladies to wear underwear infrequently.  I am a teacher so most often I wear it to work.  But otherwise not.  Neither do the others.  I love it.  It’s made me more conscious of my body and fuels my libido.  It obviously also facilitates easier and more frequent service, most anywhere.]

Meghan arrived with krissi just after noon.  He was naked, and, as expected, plugged.  She led him by a leash attached to a cock harness which stretched and separated his testicles.  We all like this particular presentation.

Several of us wore Princess Plugs too, just to make the game more interesting, coordinated with our dresses, of course.

We all sat around the room’s perimeter, in upholstered chairs and several on 2 couches.  All 8 of us made it.  Rita was serving drinks when Meghan arrived

Krissi came in, then Meghan detached the leash, and he promptly dropped to all-fours and proceeded girl-to-girl greeting our feet properly – licking heels and soles.

“Thank you for coming Mistress.  You look lovely!”

Several girls asked to have shoes removed and he worshipped their feet.  Some were not wearing stockings.  I was not and had him remove mine.  I love feeling that warm wet tongue behind and between my toes.

Like a good boy, his cock remained flaccid. All girls had words for him, compliments, comments about his plug, asking for instance which one it was today, and teasing him about not getting hard when treated to all our spectacular feet, knowing of course that the cock follows our directions and no one had told him to get hard.

[Sidenote 2: he wore a Snug Plug 5 … for readers, this means, essentially, he had a coke can in his ass, with large balls inside to bounce around as he moved.  All our husbands are on a similar program; not only to stretch and strengthen their anuses, but also for prolonged stimulation of prostates; to make sure their minds can never be far from their genitals, so they remain semi-aroused.  The secondary purpose is to make orgasm control, when the cock is handled, more difficult.  It raises the bar and improves penis performance, strengthening our control.  It also tends to keep the cock ever so slightly plumped – pleasing to the eyes, both naked and in a pantsleg].

I find it arousing to watch a good boy worshipping properly.  We chatted amongst ourselves about how nice it is to watch boys work, heads down, butts in the air, cocks and balls swinging between spread knees, mouths and tongues licking, sucking, and slurping away on the object of their affection.

After the last shoe was cleaned and foot worshipped, Meghan took her seat and commanded “Stand.”

He stood in the middle of the room, all of us pretty much surrounding him.

She was in charge. “krissi, we  …”

Oh, I almost forgot: Meghan has always said, beginning that first day on her patio, krissi loves to worship women.  What she actually said was that there’s not a female body part he doesn’t love having in his mouth; and went on that we’d soon discover how great it feels to have a boy’s tongue in our assholes.”  At the time it was hard to believe we would ever be so nasty.  But, boy, was she right!!

“krissi, we are here because medical authority advises that, because of your advancing age, it is necessary that your mouth and tongue not contact our anuses any more.  You can no longer rim us, nor tongue fuck us back there.  You have served our butts very well and we reluctantly set this new rule only for your continued health.”

We all sat quietly, observing him closely, watching his expression. He was clearly stunned, like he’d just been put out to pasture.

“Do you have anything to say, krissi?”

“Mistress, Mistresses, it has been, it is my pleasure to serve you … in every way.  I just don’t know what to say … is there not another way?  I think you like what I do.  And I am fulfilled when you like it.  I live for your approval.  Is there no other way?”

Mollie spoke, “what are you asking, krissi?’

Krissi: “is a total stop the only way?  Like, can you not do … say, a diet?  Only make me do it infrequently?, like, as a treat?

Many smiled, others giggled?  The boy really does like licking our butts.

Immediately recognizing that he might have just unintentionally offended, he continued, “all of you are always great treats.  This is like taking away the candy store.  Oh, I don’t mean the whole candy store.  Your bodies are the most wonderful candy stores but I mean, not the whole store, but a … a … an aisle of it.”

We laughed.  Jeannie, smiling: “the krissi I know, [he} thinks quickly!”

Rita, always a bit of a cynic, “Yeah, he’s thinking quickly because his little head doesn’t have enough blood in it.”

Meghan glared at her because she had asked that we not order him erect, to see if he’d grow naturally as a show of appreciation when we eventually gave him his treats.  To head off any tension, I piped up, “well, krissi, I just don’t know, we have to take care of you.”

“Please, Mistress, Mistresses, ….”

Terri: “you really want this badly, now, krissi, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Terri: “Are you willing to potentially become ill?

‘I’ve never been sick because of you Ladies.  You’ve treated me to so many opportunities and I’ve never been sick.”

Meghan interjected, ‘krissi, don’t you get it, this is the point, you aren’t an old man just yet but you’re not the buck you once were either.  Have I, have we, not taken care of you? do we not know what’s best?”

He answered, downcast, “Yes, Mistress, you take great care of me.  You do know what’s best”

“Well, krissi, you’re mine.  I have final say.  Maybe the Ladies and I should talk some more.”

“Oh Mistress, please Mistress, what if I start washing my mouth out … how about some sort of hygiene?  No, I’m not saying that I don’t like your flavors.  I love tasting you. I love pleasing you.  I want to keep on doing so.  But, without something, you’re going to not use me, pushing aside my opportunity to please you.  Please, Mistress!”

I have to tell you, listening to this and watching him was making me wet. And I’m sure I wasn’t alone.  And boy, was Jeannie right: he is quick.  Not a word about mouthwash had been spoken and he was onto it already.  This isn’t as obvious as many people will think.  Our boys clearly love tasting our bodies and what he is suggesting is to give up some of this to avoid complete denial.

“Wash your mouth out how?  With a bar of soap like when you were a smart aleck trash-mouthed boy?”

“However you please, Mistress.  I just think that, and forgive me for assuming too much, but I am fulfilled by pleasing you ladies and I know this has been a part of it, for a long time.  I just want to continue pleasing you.  Please, Mistress, please!!

Meghan continued, “well, plead your case with each of us.  Ladies, I’ll give up the bully pulpit for a moment; you decide.’

Katie was behind and to krissi’s left.  He turned to her and kneeled, bowing to her feet. “Please, Miss Katie, may I worship your pretty bottom?”

“krissi, I’m not comfortable with making a health decision …

Meghan gave the hand signal – to reveal the mouthwash solution now.  How was up to Katie.

“but – oh I mean butt spelled with two Ts …

Everyone smiled.

“So, you think I have a pretty butt?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I like compliments.”

She stood and raised her dress.  [Katie and Mollie are our hardbodies – gym rats.  She does have a great butt.  I said there was likely not a dry pussy in the room.  She was standing so her butt would be only inches from his face when he raised his head].

“What do you think, krissi?”

“your beautiful, Miss Katie.”

“You can do better than that.  I said I like compliments.”

“Your butt is perfect, Miss Katie.  Your cheeks are so round and smooth, like suns shining on my face; and joined so perfectly with gorgeous, sexy legs.  You’re so sexy.  So feminine.  Lovely.  May I please worship you?”

“Well, you’re not being very convincing; that pathetic dick is almost laying on the floor.  Sit up!”

Her crack was 6 inches from his nose.  She leaned forward at the waist slightly, enough to reveal her waxed mound and now a heart-shaped Princess Plug, obsidian, previously hidden between perky cheeks.  He could most certainly smell her.

“How’s this, krissi?” She turned her head to see his face.  She knew she was intoxicating.  We all do.

“You’re gorgeous, Miss Katie, may I please worship, please?”

“What can you see, krissi?

“Yes, Mistress.  I see …” She cut him off.

“Do you like my sense of style?”  …  Then, “you know, I have an idea.  Meghan, how about we simply make him gargle Listerine every few laps around our assholes?”

Meghan: “that’s an idea, Katie.  Ladies, what do you think?”

You might say there was unanimous consent.

“krissi, we’ll consider Katie’s idea.  As for now, each Lady still has say so.  Plead your case to each of them.  Rita, do you have Listerine?”

Off went Rita, back in a flash, with a small metal bathroom trash can which she emptied into the kitchen can.  “here we are.  He can spit in here.”

While Rita was out of the room, Katie: “krissi, I asked you a question, “What do you see?”

“more of your pretty bottom, Mistress .. I see your fabulous temple, and also a pretty little plug.”

“Is it not stylish, krissi?”

“Yes, Mistress. But it hides your pretty little pucker; your delicious and fragrant rosebud.”

“Well. krissi, that’s better. … I’m considering … Tell me exactly what you’re going to do if I say yes.”

He now went through it detail by loving detail, from light pecks of her cheeks, moving to the cleft, then heavier kisses, gripping her lightly with his lips, light licks with the tip of his tongue moving across her cheeks to the cleft, lightly at first bottom – the very bottom next to her vagina – to the very top, then again, progressing more deeply between her perky cheeks to the cleft’s seam, them tracing her butthole with the tip, breathing deeply to savor her full aroma, then flicking it lightly, before pushing his face between her cheeks to press the broad flat of his tongue against her, again bottom of the cleft at the vagina, across her rosebud to the top.  Then again.  And again.  Then forceful and wetted lapping of her hole.  Then wiggling the tip forcefully at her entrance, trying to get inside.  Then he said that if the plug had not opened her enough, he’d ask permission to gently open her with his fingers, cleaning and lubricating them as he went, then again trying to get his tongue inside, until all the way in, then move it in circles inside her, and then pull it out and push it back in, literally tongue fucking her butt.  The back out, breath deeply between her cheeks and do it again.  He said he would make out with her – with her butthole – passionately, long French kisses over and over again.

Honestly, all of us were now soaking.

“OK. krissi, I’ll let you.  But I want to hear how delicious I am, over and over.”  Begin.  Lick me!”

When he got to her cleft, he asked “may I remove your pretty plug?”

“No, I’ll do it.”  And she did.  It was the large princess, about 2” diameter.  It was obvious she’d been wearing it since early morning. “Do you smell it, krissi?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Here, open your mouth.”  She moved to insert the plug.  “stick out your filthy tongue.” And she stuck it fully in.  “Clean it good.”  We all watched for several moments.

Do I taste good, krissi?”

He nodded.  She pulled the plug out of his mouth and set it in her chair.  “Keep going.” She leaned forward into the chair.

Her hole was definitely dirty.  He continued working.

She immediately started to breathe heavily and groaned.  Then, still very early on, after he’d lapped her a couple times, she stopped him and stood up, saying breathlessly. “Ok, that’s a couple laps, time for mouthwash.”

Rita served. He gargled and spit it out.  Katie was standing, watching.  He immediately separated her cheeks with his hands and joined his mouth back to her asshole.

She now bent over again into the chair, but with an “oh my gosh” expression: “My … that tingles … stick it in now.”

He tried then quickly said “press out to me, Miss Katie.  Meet me.”

[sidenote: apologize if this is a bit clinical but for those not familiar, “press out” means he wanted her to expand her anus as if she was trying to move her bowels or pass gas; to relax the anal sphincters making it easier to get things inside; in this case, his tongue. krissi knows what he’s doing.  He’s a very good boy.  Have to say, I’ve never experienced what Katie is experiencing right now, in front of my eyes.  Josh’s dick is lengthy and strong; but his tongue no match for krissi.  Josh can’t help it.  He is what he is.  We Ladies discuss this often about our boys’ penises.  Krissi makes clear it’s more than that.

I’m told that Mollie will eventually write about Super Bowl Sunday.  She climaxed on krissi’s face; his tongue in her butt, squirted on him. I watched. Clearly, he is both gifted and knows how to use his gift. What I’m saying is when my turns comes, this afternoon, I’m all in.

Now, back to the action.

He wasn’t satisfied and penetrated her with his fingers (I think 2).  Licking them clean and wetting them then reinserting to open her butt.  It took a few tries; but in a few moments his tongue was in, working her vigorously.

krissi is good.  I sure hope we find the way ahead which empowers his service while also protecting his health.  And as importantly, which carries this over to the other boys, obviously including my husband.

Again, back to the action:

“Oh my … oh my God .. krissi, you’re a good boy ..”

He stopped just momentarily.  “Your delicious, Miss Katie,” then went right back to work.

From here, things went on just as he’d told her, stopping every few minutes for mouthwash, krissi always complimentary.

Right after the next interlude, Katie seemed to again border on orgasm but then turned and sat in the chair, sliding down and pulling her legs back over her shoulders.  krissi didn’t miss a beat, promptly getting his tongue right back into her.  It was just like he’d said: a man French kissing his date, except not her mouth but her asshole.

We all watched intently, everyone squirming.  I had to get up and walk around.  Others followed.  Everyone was too obviously anxious for their turn.

Rita left the room to return with a box, “I just got this.”  From the box she took an inflatable butt plug.

“Some here are not staying on track with our goal of fisting these boys by Halloween.”  [another group goal agreed upon by all of us Ladies … more later, not here].

“So I’m going to help. But first, let’s try it out on krissi.  That Snug Plug is doing nothing for any of us because he’s not moving around.”

So, she went over and took it out.  It IS as big as a coke can.  Honestly.

Krissi was busy so he wasn’t required to clean it, at least at this moment, and Rita dropped it into the box the inflatable had just come from.

“Here, Ladies, help me.  Spit on it.”

She walked around with the new plug and we spat.

Once it was covered, she simply went over and stuck it into his ass, then handed the bulb to Terri, who was sitting closest to Katie and krissi.  “Hold it here (using two fingers at its base – at the entrance to his hole) and pump the bulb, just like an old-fashioned blood pressure cuff.”

Krissi didn’t flinch.  He remained focused on pretty Katie’s butt, she staring, mesmerically, almost on the edge of consciousness, between her legs watching him work.

Terri did as Rita said and pumped at krissi’s new plug.

Rita’d been lucky.  She got it in far enough that it didn’t pop out right off the bat.

After what I’d guess were a dozen pumps, he began to react.

“There, Terri.  That’s good for now.  He’s got a lot more of us to go.  This will make it more fun.  … maybe Katie can get her fist in his butt by Memorial Day.”

[another sidenote: Katie is the smallest of us, has the smallest hands and arms.  She’s to be first to fist not just krissi but her husband and the rest. It’s a competition.  First who achieves, wins.  We’ve agreed to award benefits and also punishments.  It’s up to Dommes to bring their boys along [Josh is doing good, BTW}.  Rita’s largest, standing 5 ft 10 in.  A “stretch” (seriously) goal is that she’s to get her’s in (to all boys assholes) by New Years ’26 … will make for a nice party!]

Everyone giggled.  Meghan observed “Don’t be surprised;” then interrupted to tell Katie her time was up. “It is flattering you all enjoy him so much.  But the clock’s ticking.  Some of you have things to do later.  Mollie, you’re next.”

And so it went.

Mollie, as I’ve said our Butt Queen, then dropped a bombshell …