Slave Ranch Fantasy

I am sitting in our main reception room on the ranch, a opulently furnished affair complete with erotic art pieces and plush Oriental rugs, not to mention the various exotic pieces of bdsm furniture scattered about the high-vaulted open space. This is where Monique and I entertain dozens of guests and their slaves several times a season. There are large hooks in and around the huge fireplace mantel. These are used for perhaps chaining or flogging any errant slave or slaves who were not living up to her master's whims or demands of the moment. There are especially made open - seated chairs where a slave could lick at her dom's under carriage from below while her master or mistress is chatting or sipping a cocktail.

This is my favorite room on the estate. At the center of the adjacent windows overlooking the glorious mountains looming above and forest meadow just below our gates is my personal pleasure throne. It makes the most expensive Laz - Y - Boy look and feel like a bus stop bench. It not only reclines at dozens of angles, but it has various cuffs and restrainers to set any slave in almost any position humanly possible. Once, I fastened my beloved Monique in the chair and inverted her completely so that her head was almost to the floor and her hungry pussy was right at my lips to lap at while I squatted over her reddened face and had her lick at that wonderfully sensitive area right between my balls and asshole, with my shaft resting between her gently her hanging breasts. I kept her there in that position long after I released my cum on her straining but ecstatic face. She was so beautiful in that odd position, the fire place roaring and my cock waiting for its next erection , her long thick and curly black hair hanging to the floor as I sternly but lovingly whipped the insides of her cuffed thighs and overheated pussy lips while the entire lounge chair vibrated my slave wife's exhausted but glowingly beautiful body into several strong and uncontrollable orgasms.

Now I am seated on that same chair eagerly awaiting my Monique and our three charges to present me my birthday surprise. I am naked beneath a black leather evening cape. I had Monique shave my balls and ass for the occasion last night and had her put my soft cock and shaved balls in a leather pouch this morning which I am presently wearing , waiting for her to unlock the pouch with her key and let the festivities begin.

Eventually, I heard the tapping of several sets of high heels approaching the dimly lit reception room. The crackling fire place and the sounds of some Middle Eastern lute and drum music in the distance made me smile broadly as all three visiting slaves and my Monique appeared on the far side of the cavernous room dressed in colorful waist high sarongs and sporting elegant nipple jewelry and colorful arm and wrist bracelets. My constrained cock began to stir as Monique stepped forward and announced in a soft whisper that our slave guests were ready to entertain me. But first, each wanted to wish me a happy birthday personally as a matter of respect.

Raasha, the small Indonesian beauty, was to be first. With her head bowed slightly, she timidly came forward and knelt at my feet and whispered that she wished to pay her respects. I silently nodded that she may, and then the lovely non English speaking slave planted a tender kiss on my bulging leather pouch and then bent more forward so that I could kiss her parted lips as she softly slipped her searching tongue into my opening mouth. This kissing of my face, belly and covered erection went on until Monique clapped twice and the panting Asian beauty pulled herself reluctantly away and took her place on her knees to the right of my throne.

Next came the sensuous but rebellious Slave Julia, the slave that was so ardently flogged several weeks before for not complying to Monique's commands. She stared me in the eyes as she slowly walked towards my chair, holding her magnificent breasts from under so that her long erect nipples and their slave chains came right up to my salivating mouth. And as I sucked and nibbled at those lovely rouged buds, Slave Julia began to dramatically gyrate her pelvis against my knee and swoon. Monique was so displeased at this slave's constant testing of the limits that she walked up to the humping Julia from behind, lifted her sarong above the waist and whipped her ass cheeks so hard that the feisty slave began to scream in shock and defeat as she disengaged from me and took her place humbly her knees next to the demure Raasha.

Finally, it was Slave Chloe's turn to come forward. After all the upset around the lurid performance of her sister slave Julia, she decided to just fall to her knees and crawl silently up to me to my throne and timidly lick at my leather cock pouch until my wife handed her the key and told her to unlock the straining erection. She did as was told, and my shaft sprung forward as if on a recoiled spring.

Now all three were kneeling in front of me as Monique came forward, gently knelt for a moment to kiss the head of my liberated cock in reverence and handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. I smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head as she knelt beside my throne just like the other slave women. Inside the narrow box I found a very well made penis pump especially crafted to fit my already rigid erection .

"Thank you for your gift, my darling, but as you can see, I have no problem in this department," as I pointed down at my very upright shaft.

Monique laughed and then called on all of the kneeling women to move forward and service my twitching cock and cum-filled ball sac. Quickly, Julia took my cock head into her opened lips while slaves Raasha and Chloe ran their extended tongues up and down both sides of my penis. My erection was made very wet by their salivating mouths. When Monique sensed that I was close to coming, she abruptly ordered all the slaves to stop and move away for the throne. With my fully erect member pulsing and soaking wet from the girls attentions, my now naked wife slipped the penis pump tubing carefully over my shaft and began to squeeze the vacuum bulb at the head of the clear cylinder several times until I saw and felt my cock pulled longer and get thicker inside the glass. I was beside myself. The confusion I felt between absolute pleasure and the almost painful suction of my extended shaft was just too much.

"What do you think of my present now, my master?"

Without another word, Monique motioned silently to our kneeling slave girls to remove their sarongs and show their master the lovely clit bells hanging in front of their trimmed pussies. The kneeling upright girls silently obeyed and then formed a circle on the rug so that they may lay on their side and lift their leg to give each woman a chance to move with rhythm of the Middle Eastern drumming in the background while each licked her sister slave's clit bell and cunt.

When Monique thought the time was ripe, she suddenly decreased the vacuum pressure in the filled up tubing and removed the pump and my cock's almost too rigid stiffness deflated to my normal upright size. The sensation was over bearing as my darling wife stopped lapping at my balls and gripped my penis in her lovely hand and led me over the middle of the circle-jerking slave girls where our undulating slaves were pleasing each other's pussies with delight.

With one clap of her hands, all three stopped their pussy licking and rose again to their knees to find the birthday boy in the middle of their circle. I patted each on their lovely head as they worked on my upper thighs, shaft and balls as well as my pried open ass cheeks with their fluttering tongues, lips and mouths. After several minutes of each frantically lapping at me, they received the biggest load I've shot since a teenager. Cum was everywhere. On their hair, in their mouths and on their lovely necks, their tits and bellies. Monique came over, kissed me passionately and then proceeded to lap up every drop of my cum off of each exhausted slave.

"Happy birthday, master!" they all shouted.

The next morning, all thee slave girls were picked up and that left just me and my Monique to begin packing for our next adventure.

Life is good!