Got off to a rocky start. Krissi took me to a morning sporting event at the local college. Our team lost. I was upset. He was sullen – it wasn’t pretty. And then an hour-long traffic jam.
Very frustrating. I hate heavy traffic.
Meghan’s Dommes have reviewed what we accomplished (and enjoyed) in 2025 and are mapping out the 2026 plan. One of the things – readers may recall that our last year’s Super Bowl party revealed that the boys couldn’t sort one of our pussies from the other from tasting them. They didn’t perform well in our blind tasting contest.
We remedied this by taking responsibility ourselves – that we’d gotten busy or distracted and hadn’t made them remain proficient (Duckie’s excellent article on cunnilingus was part of why we had the contest) and scheduling a recurring worship rotation (which expanded after a couple months to include intercourse and evaluations of their cocksmanship).
Time-consuming, but needed.
After 6 months we backed off on periodicities. Now at least once per calendar quarter they must worship every one of us (Mollie keeps assuring that there’ll soon be a 9th). We retested them in October. Much improved.
This reaffirms a cardinal principal: the boys will deliver what Dommes demand.
One of the things we’ve discussed is to establish a similar rotation for maintenance whippings.
Frustrated yesterday, it struck me that now was a good time. I’d work out my frustration on him.
Once clear of the gridlock, I had him pull into the parking lot of a CostCo on the way home and strip.
(sidenote: Dommes: if considering public places for an adult activity DO NOT use WalMart lots. They are far too heavily surveilled).
I never get enough of looking at naked boys.
Or slapping the cocks.
On the way home I called a few Dommes, looking to see if they and their boy might join me. All were off on Saturday routines. Until Jeannie. I invited her for lunch (carry-out) and an afternoon. She asked why we didn’t just come there – to her place. I said fine and we did.
Ran by the house first to collect the things I thought I might want: strap and dildos, a whip, 2 crops, my favorite plastic ruler and a leather strap, cuffs, etc. (Jeannie’s assortment. Is different and I have my favorites.)
She was happy to see us.
I had krissi start on our hostesses’ feet. Then mine, occasionally us both. He looks so devine on his knees, lapping away.
At one point I got up and fetched the strap. We took turns laying it down his back. It was obvious he’d not been kept proficient, flinching more than he once did.
From feet we progressed: to butts and pussies.
Relaxing.
Then to what I wanted: to whip him. Slapping the cock in the car was instinctive. And I thought now we – Jeannie and I – would make it deliberate and purposeful: we’d whip the cock, beginning with the short (about 10”) crop
We did not restrain him. We took him outside ointo her deck and had him stand on a picnic table bench stand in submissive position 3 – hands behind head, legs spread, and take it. Having him spread-legged helped reach the perineum – that nice sensitive spot between balls and butthole.
I’d just read Mistress Heather’s piece on eye contact and used it.
And not just eye contact but also continuing a conversation with us as we worked over cock and balls.
It became very amusing. At some point Jeannie and I were giggling incessantly, particularly as he fought to regain his one-time stoic composure.
After every blow, I made him thank Jeannie for helping retore his strength.
Once the cock was pink and beginning to swell (a few dimples coming on), we switched to strap and whip and both worked on both sides – front and back.
I remembered at some point that I had forgotten the – I’ll call it a “trolling rig” – that I had krissi make from fishing tackle to hold the cock up so that the underside of the shaft can be paddled and the balls more easily struck.
After we had him striped a bit, Jeannie order him to make Mimosas (yes, even “off-season”) and then I sent him back to the house to retrieve the rig … some hooks thru that cockhead this afternoon!!
Anyway, I could go on but, in summary, he returned for another round og worship except this time we whipped his body as he licked us and also spit-roasted him. Jeannie is who originally got a wolf-penis dildo, used it on him at his punishment after losing the wallet last May, and she put it to him again.
Because he’d been plugged all day (this time not with the Snug Plug but with an inflatable) she felt his gape was decent and didn’ intend to take the time to fetch lube but I asked that she not be too excited, to get some. The last thing I wanted was anything disabling.
You can picture this: him on hands and knees between my legs, worshipping, Jeannie vigorously pegging away (she said she’d not done a boy in a couple months), and both of us with crops and floggers to use on his (now nicely striped) back), all, the while talking to him.
Immediately afterward I rigged the cock and we “conditioned” it again.
Fun. A fulfilling conclusion to what started off rough!
Postscript: Katie called just after krissi’d departed to fetch the rig to say that her bull – Jerry – has asked that she and kevin visit his place in the morning; asked if I would join her, with krissi. I told her what Jeannie and I were up to and she said to include Jeannie.
So, in a few minutes, krissi and I are off to pick up the girls and kevin. I’m told it’s in the next county, at the end of a primitive country road, about an hour from here. Sounds like something from the last century … We’re gonna see, I guess.
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