A great success!  Great hostess!!  Great job!!

Her home was set up perfectly and she was both provocateur and controller!

It was so good to get several of us together again.  The boys were fun but we also got to talk, quickly reaching early agreement on how the group should proceed in the future, and a short list of things we need to work on.

There was unanimous consent cock and ball training (CBT) should be broadened, that we develop more metrics to progress and rank the boys (right now, it’s only cock dimensions and cum production), and that it would be fun to see if penis enlargement actually works.

There was also shared concern and agreement to get together later to talk through the current standoff involving Krissi, the charity cock auction, a policewoman showing up unannounced at what was scheduled to be his first lending … concern for possible compromise, etc., etc.

Notwithstanding this, it was extra great to see how excited the girls were. … Makes me confident we can get past occasional bumps in the road and things continue to develop and grow.

I hope to do more of these vignettes soon.  It was a very very fun 6 hours!  But, for now, only the opening act – the door prize (actually door punishments):

Saturday evening, our hostess TM’d to ask that we all bathe Sunday morning, not in the afternoon before the party.  She wanted us naturally aromatic (a bit of a hint)!

I wore a short pleated skirt – as we’d been instructed.  Katie: a very short black party dress.

Brief sidenote: the 5 girls looked great.  One thing about our group: nothing like sex in front of an audience to encourage you to take care of yourself.  Naked’s one thing but being watched perform is entirely another.

I mentioned that Krissi and Josh were needed several hours early to assist in rearranging furniture, etc.  When I arrived, with Katie and her naked husband, Kevin.  Krissi and Josh had already been positioned.  Charise had arrived already, sitting in the great room admiring boys spread wide.

Our hostess, Mollie, immediately blindfolded Kevin and told Katie to lead him to the last vacant dildo in the great room.  Krissi and Josh were on two already, knees pulled up, fully impaled, blindfolded, their junk laying in front of them on the floor.  Mollie had oriented them so they were facing the room’s entrance, spread for the world to see.

I walked to Josh, who was closest to the door, stepped on the penis and patted him on the head; then the same with Krissi.

Kevin licked the third dildo to lubricate it, then settled onto it quickly.  I walked over, stepped onto his penis also and patted his head. “Good boy!”   Katie was still standing there so I pointed at my foot, still compressing her husband’s penis and said, “Look at them, laying there to be perfect doormats.”  She giggled, then went over to wipe her shoes on the other dicks in the room.

About this time, Rita and Jeannie arrived, in short skirts, as instructed.

Mollie’s husband had been in the kitchen helping but was now quick to ask us if we’d like a drink, which of course he then expeditiously served.  When he returned with the drinks, Mollie was with him, mask in hand.  She had him kneel in the middle of the room and masked him.

“Ok, boys, now for the doorprize.  You will earn yours’.

She had pen and paper clipped to a clipboard laying on the fold-down desk at the room’s entrance, picked it up, showing it to us.  On the paper she’d prepared 4 tables: one for each boy – a double row; his name on the first and the second labled “guess”.  Across the top were numbered columns.

Below the tables was a column of numbers, one thru six.

Clamped to the clipboard beneath the table were numbers like one gets at auctions.

“Ladies, pick a number.”

Mollie wrote our names beside the number we selected, then walked about adjusting blindfolds so nothing could be seen around them.

“Boys, in a moment a pussy will be at your face.  You shall call out the name of the girl.  Please take time to savor her scent and flavor so you get it right.  There are no strangers here, you’ve all serviced these pussies before.”

“Now, every wrong selection earns ten strokes with the cane.  If any of you fail to correctly identify your wife, you get 100 strokes.”

“Ladies, pick a boy.  Be absolutely quiet.  Don’t tip them off.  Once he states who he believes the pussy belongs to, mark down his choice on the scorecard.”

And so we all did, Mollie joining in.

The results were terrible (for the boys).  Kevin even failed to properly identify Katie.  Krissi did OK, confusing Mollie and Charise.  He’d serviced Rita and Jeannie recently – after the charity cock auction at Christmas and I think he made a lucky guess at Katie.  I think it’s been 5 or 6 mos since he tasted Mollie and longer for Charise.  (In brief discussion afterward everyone agreed this shows we need to rotate the boys more consistently and often).

Boys then were ordered into the display position, legs spread wide, and “door punishments” handed out.  As I said beforehand, in the interest of keeping a tight schedule, all punishments were administered with the boys unrestrained, any movements which delayed the next blow reset the count to zero.

It was 6 girls on 4 boys and things went smoothly.  Both Josh and Tony (Mollie’s husband) had counts reset once.  Krissi got 20 extra strokes because he’d needed too much assistance preparing the appetizer we brought (I threw him a curveball: Korean Chicken Wings with Gochujang Sauce (delicious, BTW!!).

Katie was visibly upset that her husband hadn’t correctly identified her.  I sense that she feels it reflects poorly on her, that she’s not developing him correctly, … anyway, Mollie and I told her to not start swinging until she’d calmed down.

I told her later that he sure slipped onto his dildo smoothly.  I hope this reassured her.

Kevin was the last to finish: 4 girls at a time lashing away at all four sides.  140 welts.  He looked fantastic when we finished.

Next we did formal slave inspections: a story for next time.