The Cabin Ch. 09

"Did you win the lottery or something?" Tim asked. "This place is a mansion!"

"No, I have a good job and all but it so happened that we inherited a fair some of money. We were looking for a house at the time and Katie fell in love with this the day she spotted it. We could have never afforded it if the economy hadn't crushed the housing market. She worked a fantastic deal with the realtor. It's huge, I know, but it sure makes hosting friends and family a joy, having all this space."

"Damn," Mark said. We better get to work. This is going to take us longer than I thought."

The guys plunged headlong into their jobs. While Rick dry cleaned the carpets and Tim scrubbed the kitchen and hallway floors, Ken and Mark stripped the beds and started doing laundry. Ken ran from room to room gathering up dirty clothes, comforters, throw rugs and other miscellaneous items piling everything in the mud room where the washer ran with the first of many loads.

What he noticed about the guys, was there surprising level of comfort working and socializing nude. Initially there was some shyness having their genitals on display, especially on Tim's part after comments were made about the size of his miniscule penis, but once that topic was discussed, everyone seemed pretty comfortable. Besides Tim getting razzed, he took a bit of a verbal beating because he was the only one of the four who was shaved. Because shaving his cock, balls and ass had become normal, having done it for so long, he didn't think twice about it, and in fact, encouraged the guys to consider shaving theirs as well.

By the end of the first hour the floors were immaculate and the guys headed upstairs to the master suite and slowly worked their way from room to room, finishing the upstairs and then tackling the rooms below. Just as they finished cleaning the den, the front doorbell rang.

"Oh shit!" Mark said, "Who's that?"

"Damn! I betcha it is the furniture guys," said Ken.

Quick, get dressed. I'll stall for time.

Speaking through the security system speaker to the two guys at the front door he said, "Be right with you guys. Hang on."

A minute later he answered the door. Two young guys from a local furniture company introduced themselves.

"We got some furniture we are supposed to drop off."

"Great!" Ken said. "I've got some friends with me. Let us give you a hand. We can get it all inside in one trip."

"Okay. We got three pieces here to deliver."

"Not a problem," Mark said. "Let's get this done."

Five minutes later the truck left and the guys stood in the living room once more looking at two large plush sofas and the oddest looking piece of furniture they had ever seen.

"What the hell is this?" Ken asked.

"Do you know what it looks like?" Rick said. "It looks like a mini gymnastics vaulting horse."

"You know, it does!" Agreed Tim.

"Yeah, you're right. It's got the same leather covering and looks exactly like one. The only problem is that it's not long enough. Aren't those things like four or five feet long? This one is about half that size."

"I don't know," said Ken, puzzled as to why his wife requested such a weird object.

He left and fetched the list of instructions Katie had left. Returning with her papers in hand, he thumbed through them, finding a hastily drawn diagram of the living room.

"Okay guys. Here's how she wants the room arranged."

Quickly they carried out the smaller chairs and coffee table storing them in the den. They pulled the two existing sofas further apart and then added the two new ones along with the strange looking vaulting horse, arranging everything in a kind of Pentagon shape with 'the horse' placed on the opposite side of the room from the ornate fireplace. The guys scooted end-tables next to the sofas and stepped back to admire their handiwork.

Mark looked at Ken and asked, "Should we be undressed?"

"Oh my god, yes," he said ashamed. "Damn, this is my mistake. I should've had us strip as soon as they left."

"No one's got to know." Said Tim.

"Things don't work that way around here. Katie expects me to tell her everything and she expects me to tell her if I disobeyed her even if something like this happens," he said guiltily. "I'll tell her when she arrives and take what punishment she has in store for me."

"It was an honest mistake," Mark chimed.

"It was. But that's not the point. The point is she expects me not to keep secrets."

"Is she going to beat your ass again like she already has?"

Before Ken could comment, Tim interjected, "yeah, I was wondering about that. You took quite a beating on that ass. What happened?"

Ken's face flushed red. Feelings of guilt and shame surfaced. How ironic that Tracy's husband should be the one asking him this question.

"I did something wrong, and I paid the consequence for my action," he said deceptively.

"Well, I hope I never cross your wife, for a little lady she packs quite a wallop!"

"Yea she does. It's going to take some before my ass stops hurting and the marks fade. But you know, she made her point and I won't disobey her again."

"I wouldn't either if I were in your shoes," he said empathetically.

Just then, the guys all heard their cell phones chime in the other room. Looking at one another curiously, they went to see what was up.

"You got to be joking," Ken heard one of the guys say. A second later he heard another laugh. Finding his cell, he read a text from Katie:

"Stand facing one another in the sunroom and get it up and keep it hard for ten minutes. Then pick a partner and keep their cock hard for another ten. Partners are Rick and Mark, Tim and Ken. Olive oil in cupboard. Use it."

He shook his head and walked slowly into the sunroom with a bottle of oil. Waiting for the others to arrive he said nothing but felt humiliated. "Sometimes submission can be a stretch to a man's wellbeing," he said.

Mark took a deep breath, "Let's do this. It's what Jen wants and I'm going to obey."

Lubing himself he passed the bottle around and they took to getting themselves hard.

"Just so you know, when your told you to keep it up, the object is not to cum. They just want us to keep it hard," Ken instructed.

"Do you do this often?" I do it all the time Mark. It's a technique she uses to keep me horny. There's biology behind it and it works. Trust me.

Ten minutes later, the split into pairs and went through the awkward process of grabbing one another and keeping it up. The room was awkwardly silent the entire time but the cocks remained hard. Ken couldn't believe how thin and short Tim's penis was. It was the size of a twelve year old kid and on his muscular frame looked inordinately small. Furthermore he hardly had to touch him to keep it hard. He was so sensitive. He wondered what he was thinking of his knowing his was way larger. "Was this a planned pairing?" He wondered. Things seemed too coincidental.

As soon as Rick called 'time', Mark spoke, "Let's finish this house and do something productive."

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As soon as the front door closed, all four of the women burst into uncontrolled laughter.

"I can't believe you just sucked three cocks in there," Debbie said between intermittent giggles.

Did you see the look on their faces? Jen yelled. "I mean, when she pulled Mark's pants down he looked at me and I thought he was going to faint."

"Tim did the same thing." Said Tracy, That look was priceless. It is going to be so fun keeping that man off of his game."

"Sometimes a girl has got to do what a girls got to do," Katie said. "I don't know what got into me but I thought I needed to set the tone from the start. I knew I was going to have them strip but sucking them -I have no idea where that came from."

Debbie said, "Well you've got my permission to suck Rick's cock anytime you want."

"I just might have to take you up on that someday. He's got a nice one."

"And if you only want a snack," Tracy said tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "you are more than welcome to enjoy my guy's little one."

"Only if I go on a diet," she said chuckling.

Everyone giggled hysterically.

After getting into the car, Katie drove into town and treated the ladies to another mid morning brunch.

"This is getting to be a habit," Jen said.

"It sure is," Tracy added. "Two days in a row. I think I'm starting to get spoiled."

After the women got their pastry, fruit and coffee they socialized. It was then that everyone shared a bit about their background. Debbie was a stay-at-home mom with two boys that kept her busy and satisfied. Rick had a great job working as a civil engineer for the state and was a bit of musician. Jen talked about her roll managing one of the major jewelry stores at the nearby mall and noted that Mark worked as an accountant for an automotive company that sold several brands of cars. Tracy, normally bubbly and outspoken remained quiet, listening to everyone while picking at her food. Katie wondered why she didn't want to talk about her and Tim. Breaking the temporary silence Katie told everyone that she worked part-time in marketing and her husband managed and consulted for a major physical therapy chain. Eventually Debbie asked about Tracy what Tim did and she immediately broke down sobbing. After gaining her composure she talked about their financial woes, how Tim had lost his job in the HVAC industry, his injury after losing medical insurance that ravaged their savings and retirement, and his inability to find anything more than temporary, low-paying work that didn't meet their basic needs.

"To put it lightly we are both stressed and we've lost most everything. Even with me working as a bank teller we can't earn enough to get by. Our savings is about gone. But," she added, changing the subject, "meeting all of you and being introduced to this lifestyle has been a godsend. I can't thank you enough, Katie, for your openness and generosity and for you girls for befriending me."

Katie, feeling a special bond with this beautiful woman excused herself from the table and embraced her warmly. The others did likewise, expressing their sympathy and support.

"We are here for you and I will not let you fall too far," she added.

"Tracy didn't understand the full ramifications of her comment but thanked her and the other beauties seated for their support and concern.

Two hours later, Katie turned the conversation back to the day ahead.

"I want to take you girls on a shopping spree. Even though I know where we are going, and do have a few things that you must get, what you end up purchasing will be your choice as I want you to be happy with it. Just know that I'm paying. It's my treat."

Everyone but Tracy objected but Katie reassured them that this was something she really wanted to do. She explained how pleased she was having been able to introduce three couples to the femdom lifestyle and, in the process, formed friendships with three wonderful women. The objections to her gratitude quickly subsided and the girls headed off to Delilah's, an adult gifts and novelty hotspot located not too far away.

Pulling in to the parking lot Katie asked if they'd each select a sexy outfit to wear tonight select both a strapon harness and a dildo to go with it.

"Excuse me," Debbie said shyly, "I don't know how I feel about using a strapon on my husband."

Jennifer agreed, "I was thinking the same thing."

Tracy looked at them with an odd expression. "Oh come on girls, we're just having some fun."

"I understand your apprehensions, but whether or not you choose to ever use it, there's nothing like seeing his expression when you put one on and he realizes what you might do. Their expression is always a picture of complete submission. Even if you never use it but pull it out every few months, he will give you that same 'ut oh' look. I love that look. It's the look of a submissive. It's the best."

They all laughed uncontrollably. Katie explained that there would be no pressure or expectation to fuck their husband's ass tonight. All she requested was that they be open to the possibility and realize that real power has more to do with the confidence they demonstrate than the extent of their kinkiness.

"Just as I impulsively sucked on all three of your husband's cocks without asking you, I did it to send a message. I wanted all of you to understand something. What do you think the message was?"

Debbie answered, her statement verbalized more as a question. "That you're the one who's really in charge." She said, the inflection of her statement rising in pitch.

"That's right. Now I know I'm not. I know you are responsible for your husband but the impression that I left you and I know I left your man will linger. And, to be frank, I like you thinking of me that way." She smiled.

Jen squeezed her arm. "What you did worked. That's for sure. I know I thought, "Who is this woman acting so freely with my husband and has the gall to do it right in front of me?""

"And you were paralyzed to do anything to stop me weren't you?"

Not waiting for her response Katie added, "you felt paralyzed because I did it with such confidence. That's what I want you girls to understand. I want you to ooze confidence in every situation even you feel unsure. That's what a leader does."

Debbie said, "I don't know that I can do that."

"Neither could I when I first accepted Ken as my submissive. It took me months. But, I never had a role model to guide me either, and that's what I hope I can be for you. I don't want to tell you how your husband needs to submit because you all have different needs and different leadership styles, but I want to be there for you and I hope that you can be there for me, supporting and encouraging."

A tear pricked the corner of Jen's eye. "You're going to make me cry. I feel like you've become a second mother to me."

"Me too," said Deb.

"I feel a special kinship with you Mistress Katie," Tracy added. "I love you." She said with sincerity.

"I love all of you too."

The girls sat quietly, deep in thought as they considered Katie's words.

"How about we have a little fun before we go shopping?"

"What do you have in mind?" Jen asked.

"I think we should make the guys all 'get it up and keep it hard'. It will be a nice remote training session."

"Can I write the text?" Tracy asked. "I have an idea."

The girls all agreed and waited for her to forward the text to their cells before they passed it on to their husbands.

"This is so good Tracy," Deb stated. "I love it."

"So do I."

"So do I," Tracy, said quietly. "So do I.?"

Katie kept her comments to herself but thought the text was perfect indeed. "I would have paired them up just as she did," she thought. "This woman is bone of my bones."

Forty-five minutes later the ladies exited, each carrying a single package. Collectively they decided that the negligee choices were too cheaply made but they sure had a fantastic time modeling several of the skimpy outfits. Even the store clerk and other patrons stopped their shopping to admire these beauties when they stepped out of the changing room and into the store to show off their legs, breasts, hips and figures to their friends amidst accompanying giggles and applause. Each woman's figure was the envy of others. Tracy was voted the hands-down bombshell but the petite and perky blonde Jennifer looked equally sultry in her maroon nightie. Debbie and Katie both drew rave reviews from the others when modeling their pink teddy's and thong panties.

Once back in the car Jen was the first to pull out her strapon and assemble the dildo appendage. All four purchased a top-of-the-line Joque harness. Not only had it received great reviews online but the store manager, a sexy black woman in her early 30's, raved about the comfort and security the harness provided when she impaled her bull of a man, something she said she did often. Whether or not her tales were true couldn't be verified, but after each tried on the floor model harness and compared it with the other leather and vinyl designs, each agreed this was the most comfortable and made them feel both sexy and powerful, especially when they felt the weight of a nice dong bobbing around in front.

While Jennifer was slipping in the lavender Tantus dildo Tracy assembled her enormous Doc Johnson 12-inch cock complete with massive balls. She spotted it almost immediately while browsing the store inventory. The fact that it had been molded from the very cock of a black porn star sealed the deal for her. She made the comment that this cock could literally eat Tim's for lunch and it of course; it drew laughs and giggles from all of the other women.

"Let me see yours," Tracy said to Debbie.

Pulling it out and fitting it into the two-inch retaining ring she said, "It's exactly like Jens. I didn't want to get something so big that it would hurt Rick.

"I think Rick's own cock is bigger than that thing," Katie said eyeing her in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, I know it is but I was still afraid of getting something that would cause damage to my beautiful husband's pretty ass."

"Well, I'm not," said Tracy running her finger down the thick vein on the underside of the molded monster. Personally I'd love to find a real one like this. Doesn't it look absolutely delicious?"

"It sure does! Can I see it?" Asked Jen turning around to look at it.

"Sure, have at it!" Just then, their car drew alongside another just as Jennifer held the black cock up proudly. A middle-aged woman driving beside them looked and then looked again just as Jen swallowed as much of the massive prick as she could. The cock was so thick that it filled her entire mouth. Katie slowed her speed while Jen plunged the cock in and out giving it a virtual blow job. The appendage was indeed more than she could handle but she temporarily lost herself in the act of swallowing the massive appendage.

The woman stared at first and then burst into laughter giving her a thumbs-up. Everyone laughed uncontrollably. Katie's eyes started tearing she was so taken by Jen's show and the woman's sign of approval.

"Another, Domme," Jen commented, pointing to the average looking woman who had just approved of her action.

"Yea, right," Deb said. "No way."

"Men are so easy," said Tracy still giggling.

"What do you mean?" Ask Katie.

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Appease me."

"Okay. I'll give you one example. If I wear a T-shirt that is tight fitting with no bra underneath I could get a man's attention immediately anytime I wanted."

"That's because you have boobs we all wish we had. They're big and beautiful," Katie said.

"They're just big, that's all. It's not any of my doing."

"But you obviously know how to make the most of them," she replied, meeting her eye in the mirror.

Tracy smiled knowingly, "I'm not stupid and like you said, a girl has got to do what a girl has to do sometimes to get what she wants."

"And what is that?" Katie asked.

"What I want at the time," she said coyly.

"I think we are peas from the same pod, Tracy"

"We just might be."

Debbie jumped into the conversation, "I can get Rick's attention even if I have a bra on. All I need to do is unbutton one too many buttons and reveal a little more cleavage.

"If I wear a short skirt I can make Mark do almost anything. He is so easy when I show him some leg."

The conversation paused momentarily.

"Come on Katie, it's your turn," said Jen.

Katie thought for a moment. "Okay, here's one: If I call Kenny my sub or my slave I can make his cock stand at attention within five seconds."

"You are lucky too. He has an impressive one," Tracy added.

"He does indeed."