By the third week of November, Mike had been a regular visitor, and while I was never asked to participate again, I was often forced to watch both women pleasure him which was sheer torture. So I have to admit, I felt a sense of dread when Mistress Judith told me they had a special Thanksgiving planned for me. I spent the day cooking for six guests, and My Mistresses, Judith and Blaise. About 4:00, I was told to wash-up, strip to my belt and kneel beneath the table. The long cloth prevented me from seeing anything except their shoes at first, but I was relieved that the chairs all filled with women. No Mike, to humiliate me further in front of the guests. Besides Mistress Judith and Mistress Blaise, I had no idea who was sitting at the table. I recognized some of the voices of the women I served while blindfolded. As I heard them pass the dishes around, my pulse pounded with anticipation. For my last cum of the year, the women had cooked up a special plan, but I had no idea about it.

Finally there came a tapping on the side of a glass and the table fell silent. “Tonight, I have called you all together to celebrate our unique bond as dominants, lovers and friends with a pleasure party.” Small sounds of approval from the gathered women. As you know, underneath this table is a poor, horny slave that hasn’t seen or touched his penis in eight weeks. But tonight, you’re going to have a chance to witness his last cum for the year.” There was actually applause and cheers, but whether for the orgasm, or my hellishly long chastity to come, I could not tell.

“But, there’s no guarantee he will get off,” continued Judith, a humorous lilt in her voice. “A good slave knows he must be the last to cum, so he must begin with us. As if on a cue, the ladies pulled the table cloth up to reveal their naked cunts. Some had short skirts or dresses hiked around their waists. Others, had sat down completely naked from the waist down at least. I instantly recognized that Mistress Judith and Blaise were at the heads of the table, while each side was lined with three women unknown to me.

“That’s right slave, “Mistress Judith said sternly from above. You’ll need to use all that practice pleasuring me to make all these women cum. Only after each of us is satisfied, will you have a chance to get off. And I want you to start with my beloved Blaise, my love, sex partner, swing partner, and the woman who helped me reduce you to a chastised, helpless slave.” Blaise moaned as I began kissing my way up the inside of her thighs. In spite of the fact she had so cruelly teased me on so many occasions, I was genuinely eager to make her cum. As my own paroxysms of pleasure got more and more distant, I could only “get-off” vicariously, through the pleasures of others. It was as if, every time, I thought I might cum with them, even though it never happened.

As I lapped away at Blaise, I imagined the scene from above, well aware of her familiar expressions of pleasure the other women were witnessing. I was sure she was playing with her breasts, as she always does when I eat her, and biting gently on her lower lip, as I sucked her fat clit between my lips. I heard the soft squishing of fingers on moist pussies, noting with some relief that other women were already beginning to touch themselves as they watched the super sexy Blaise progress towards her climax. That would make my job easier.

I had already put a puddle of precum on the floor, dripping from the piss hole of my stainless prision, by the time Blaise finished, her hands reaching to steady my head under the table. Of course the cunt of Mistress Blaise was familiar to me, as she was a frequent user of my oral services. However, most of the women I was directed to giver head to were unknown to me. It had been almost two months since I had seen my own cock, and yet ironically, I would taste more pussy in this one evening than I had in whole my life before slavery. .But I have no way of knowing how may women I have brought to orgasm during my months of slavedom. I had served many while blindfolded, so they remained utterly anonymous. I couldn’t guess how many of the women at the party had the pleasures of my tongue before. And I couldn’t guess how many of the women now seated around the table knew me from before my slave life. As a dancer, Judith had always been bringing home beautiful friends for a swim, dinner or to watch a movie. I wondered now if any of those beauties were opening themselves for my services.

By the time I reached the fifth woman, I was covered with sweat, and my jaw was aching. After all, oral sex is not a one size fits all thing. With each one, I had to find the combination that would bring her to orgasm, and the fifth, a musky blonde was having trouble. I could feel her edging, see her pelvis rocking and her taught belly, her ass cheeks clenching rock hard. But the harder I worked to get her off, the further away she got. I began to worry that I might not make it to my own orgasm. Finally, by inspiration, I lightened up, flickering my tongue like a butterfly, up her swollen labia. Her hips tilted forward in approval, her legs opening a little wider. Within a minute she was shuddering through a massive cum, her cries filling the room, followed by laughter and tittering from the girls around the table. In the power of her orgasm, I felt renewed to continue my services.

Woman number seven had a neatly trimmed, but not too short, silky auburn bush, and a perfect body, at least from the waist down. Her skin was pure translucent milk, and her thighs were firm, yet silky soft to the touch. Definitely not a dancer. She slid her hips all the way forward to the edge of the chair, her perfect little round ass cheeks spilling over the edge as she offered herself up for the pleasures of my tongue. Her musk was deep and rose scented, earthy. I was almost certain I knew this pussy. And the possibility was thrilling. Suddenly my mistress spoke. “Ooh slave, I brought you a special treat tonight. I hope you appreciate it. You’ve been wanting to eat this pussy for a long time.”

I didn’t dare guess. Instead I intentionally tickled her thigh with my tongue. The familiar, throaty laugh confirmed my fantasy. It was Judith’s friend Beth, a beautiful forty-something actress and one of the sexiest women on the planet. I was eager to impress, so I started in with gentle teasing, circling her mound with my tongue. She moaned approvingly as I parted the sweet pink petals of her labia with the tip of my tongue. Beth was so wet she treated me with a little gush of lube from her pussy as I did that. Her clit was a delicious surprise, if anything, bigger than Mistress Blaise’s, and stick sweet with her musky rose scent. As I lapped away, her clit shaft swelled until her erection was as long and thick as the first joint of my little finger. I gently took the swollen glans of her clit in between my lips, and pumping my face forward and back, “deep throated” her half-inch erection. She reached beneath the table, grabbing the back of my head and face-fucking, repeating, “Oh yeah, oh yeah. Suck it.” She ground her pubes into my face. She let go of my head, but her hips kept up the motion, and I gladly complied.

“Ooh, you’re gonna get me…you’re gonna get me off. Somebody please, suck my nipples!” I heard chairs sliding out as women rushed to comply. Her crest was like a tidal wave, and her pussy gushed juices into my face as she screamed. Bathed in her sweet musk, I finally, exhaustedly made my way to Mistress Judith.

I thought Mistress Judith would be my biggest challenge of the night. In spite of all the long hours of pleasuring her, I had no ”little tricks” for getting her off sooner. Unlike Blaise, Judith liked to delay cumming as long as possible, and could sometimes edge for an hour before going over the top. On my side was the fact that she had released me from her mandatory three orgasms for this day, so as far as I knew , she had not yet cum. To my surprise, she was soaking, and so ready, she came in less than a minute. Then she slid back her chair, and dragged me by the hair from underneath the table, blinking into the bright light of the room, to face our guests.

As my eyes adjusted, I noted it was indeed Beth, naked, as I had seen her only in my dreams, standing to the right of Judith. To my surprise, as I scanned the faces before me, I recognized all the women. I felt a flush of embarrassment, as I saw them looking at the man who had just serviced them all without question. As my gaze passed from woman to woman, I detected different emotions. Some were shy at facing their anonymous licker. Other’s gazed on me with what seemed like pity, and the statuesque blonde who had taken so long to get off, laughed openly at my belted privates. “ Look, his plumbing is dripping,” she said, pointing to the precum that flowed helplessly from my tube.

“Come on girls,” said Mistress Judith, “now it’s time to get him really worked up. After all, it’s almost time for his performance.” I felt a sinking feeling. In front of women who had been guests of my home for years, was I to be humiliated further? They left me little time to think about such things, as the women who were not already nude began to shed their clothes. The dishes were cleared away, but when it came time for the turkey to be carried, I noticed they took the bird out on a separate plate, leaving the cutting board. More ominously, the good table cloth was stripped away to reveal a plastic sheet underneath. The women surrounded me, giggling and touching me all over. The teased in every conceivable way. Beth and Blaise knelt down and licked my aching balls, alternating between licking me and thrusting their hot tongues into each others mouths. There were hands and tits and asses rubbing all over my body. Kisses on the neck. Wet tongues and hot breath in the ear. Mistress Blaise rose and circled behind me. She pulled my hands back so that she could lock my cuffs together behind me. Two nubile guests were sucking at my nipples, and Beth was hungrily mouthing my tightening sack.

It caught me off guard, to hear the sudden click of the lock, and feel the tube of my chastity belt slide away from my genitals, leaving me in the waist belt, exposed for all to see. “Ooh, it’s bigger than I though it would be.” said Beth, still kneeling before me. Looking down between my legs, I felt the same. After months of humiliation, I had forgotten that I once had a nice, fat cock. “Too bad I can’t suck it,” said Beth, teasingly circling her tongue in the air, close enough to the head that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my now rapidly swelling member. “Maybe, if you still have it in April…” she said with a lusty bat of her long eyelashes.

“Still have it?,” I thought, quickly followed by the dawning understanding that Judith really did own my cock. If she wanted to destroy it, by whatever means, it was totally within her rights. But for now, my cock was free at last, and to my joy, finally able to expand to it’s fat, swollen, eight-inch girth. “God, it’s a shame you signed it away slave,” said Blaise sweetly, “That is a gorgeous cock.”

“Don’t let it go to your head slave.” said Mistress Judith sharply. You’re here for our entertainment tonight. “You’re going to put on a show, for your next to last orgasm as a slave.” The women applauded and giggled. “After all, after this cum, no one will be touching or seeing your cock until April.” My erection grew so hard it felt as if my cock might split its own skin. My face was coated with the beautiful musk of Judith’s friends and lovers, but I knew, as always, I would be responsible for my own orgasm. With my hands secured behind my back, I couldn’t imagine how I was going to reach orgasm. With the smell, taste and texture of eight sweet cunts fresh in my mind, Mistress Judith led me to the head of the table, and used a long leather strap to secure me there from the d-rings on the hips of my belt..

“Wouldn’t you do anything to make your mistress happy?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Even if it means, great sacrifice?” My belly felt as if it was flushed with ice water, and it took some seconds before I could answer.

“Yes Mistress Judith,” I said, finally, looking forlornly at the massive erection jutting from my pubes

“I think slave needs something exciting to hump, don’t you girls?” The gathered women murmured in agreement. Then she slid the cutting board into place beneath my cock, still juicy from the turkey drippings. At the corner of the board, she casually laid a Henkel cleaver, razor sharp and glistening in the light of the chandelier. She met my eyes with a devious look.

I was horny enough from the room full of sexy women, the taste of their pussies, and my first full, free erection in two months. But Mistress Judith had a special incentive. She held a large, white kitchen timer in front of my eyes. That timer would become the focus of my universe for the next ten minutes.

“Okay slave. As an obedient sex slave, you need to demonstrate your control of your orgasm to your mistresses satisfaction. “ Most of the ladies had seated themselves in a semi circle at my end of the table, where they were shamelessly caressing themselves, and each other as they looked on. A sharp slap on the face brought my focus back to Mistress.

“Pay attention slave. Your cock depends on it.” I nodded. “You have seven minutes to make that pathetic cock spurt. But you have to control it.” She sat the timer for seven minutes, and placed it on the table for all to see. She leaned in close, so I could feel her breath in my ear as she spoke.

“Listen carefully. You must hump the board until you cum. Once you start, you can never stop. And you must watch the timer. You mustn’t cum before six minutes have passed, and you must finish by seven.” My eyes were everywhere: on the self-satisfied smirks of the women surrounding the table, on the beautiful, purple, mushroom head of my cock, on the cleaver, on Judith’s serious, cold facial expression.

“I won’t be humiliated by you slave. If you cum too soon, or too late…” she raised the razor sharp cleaver to her full, red lips and kissed it,”…I’m gonna make Loreena Bobbitt look like a dream date. I’m not going to leave you enough cock to hold onto while you pee.” There was a murmur of excitement, and the sudden busying of hands upon swollen clits.

“What a pathetic looser, “ said Blaise. “can you imagine, being a hung stud, and signing your cock away for a single hand job?” Mistress Judith gave me a long, lingering, soul stirring kiss, and my softening erection sprung instantly to live. She drew in a breath, slapped the star button on the timer and whispered “Go!”

Although my erection was still recovering from the stark fear of loosing it, Judith’s hot breath in my ear, and the icy feel of the cleaver, as she teased my belly, thigs and balls with it were enough to stir me to bursting, my thick meat sliding through the grease of the cutting board. Cutting board. Was this my last fuck? A piece of wood, slicked up with a dead carcass, and ready for the sacrifice of meat?

“You know,” said Judith,” I used to watch the clock when we fucked. You never made it longer than five minutes in the last five years of our marriage. I can’t imagine how hard it is to hold back in a room full of hot, masturbating pussy, after you haven’t even touched your own dick in two months.” Beth had centered herself on the plastic covered table massaging her pussy just out of reach of my swollen dick head. “Don’t you want to cum for me?” she said wickedly, gripping her big clit between her thumb and fore finger and pumping it like a little cock.

Blaise was to my right and Judith to my left, and they both licked at my nipples and ran teasing hands all over my body. But what really sent me on fire, was their wanton kisses, and murmurs of lust. “Once it’s gone, you’re all mine.” said Blaise, plunging her tongue into Mistress Judith’s mouth.

“Come-on slave,” said Beth, hotly, “Don’t you want your last load to spurt on me?” Her pussy squished wetly under her busy fingers, but her eyes were not focused on my face. they were, with the eyes of every woman in the room, focused on the cleaver gripped tightly in Judith’s hand. Blaise circled around to join her, and soon they were both holding the implement of my manhood’s doom, together, like the knife for a lesbian wedding cake.

At five minutes, Judith said, “ You know Blaise, he just might make it.”

“Or maybe not,” Blaise replied, reaching behind me to tease my asshole with a slick finger, before pushing it gently inside. “Come-on baby,” she whispered gently in my ear, “you know you want to loose it. Loose it, loose it.” her tongue swirled in my ear, as she massaged my prostate. In the other ear, Judith was chanting…

“Yeah, baby, give mistress that cock. Just surrender, shoot, let go.” Somehow I held back, nearly screaming with effort, until the clock passed six minutes. One minute to go. aAnd as soon as the timer rolled past the 6:01, the women stopped their teases completely and stepped back.

“You know, he might not make it at all,” said Judith cruelly. “ Imagine, waiting two months to cum, and then never even getting to cum one last time. I looked around the faces of the women in the room, hoping to see sympathy. but finding only disdain. Even Beth abandoned me, rising from the table and stepping in behind Judith, so she could reach around and masturbate my mistresses’ pussy, leaving her no distraction from the cleaver poised for my “sexecution.”

Pattie,he big breasted blonde that I had worked so hard to pleasure was jerking her clit urgently, and begging, “Come-on Judith. Be strong. Do it. We’ve all wanted to.” Blaise held me firmly from behind, swollen clit rubbing against my buttocks as she forced me forward , my prick jutting completely over the cutting board. “Thirty…” said Pattie, and the rest of the women joined in, “Twenty-nine, twenty-eight.” A room full of dream fucks, future conquests had instead become the countdown to my never coming again.

“Twenty-seven, twenty-six…” I heard fingers squishing in pussies all around me.

“You’ll never fuck again, poor boy,” said Blaise, sounding genuinely sympathetic, as she ground her wet mound against my ass.

“Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty three…”

“Your last 20 seconds as a man slave. Your cock is already dead, “ said Judith. raising the cleaver high in his hand.

“Too bad baby,” said Beth, ” thanks for the head.”

“Thirteen, twelve…”

That familiar feeling rising in my balls, I was going to cum. I looked down on my proud, purple helmeted organ, pumping through the grease of the cutting board, time slowing dowm, every vein and pulse visible.

“Eleven , ten, nine…”

Almost there…

“Eight, seven, six , five…”

My cock, no time, crazy beautiful light on Judith’s face as she raised the cleaver.

“Four, three…”

The explosive arc of my cum jetted out, spurt after spurt. “Made it…” Out of the corner of my eye I saw the speed-blur of the descending cleaver.

“Nooo, I’m cumming!” the surreal sexiness of Blaise’s silken furred mound and pert breasts against my back as she thrust my hips firmly into the table. I hear the beeping of the timer, announcing “time’s up.” The sickening thud of the cleaver, burying in the wood. The wide-eyed, gasping orgasms of the women, watching the slaughter of my sex, burn into my brain.

“Oh no, oh God, oh God,” I looked down to where my thick meat used to hang, and scream and scream… in relief. My cock lies limp, but still very much attached to me, at the source of a huge stream of sperm. The cleaver is buried on point in the board, uncomfortably close to the head of the stream.

“Oh God, I thought you took it. I thought you ruined me. Oh God, I…”

“Oh, for God’s sake, shut up. Go was your dick good. It’s not coming out for four months.” Judith turned to the guests. “Well ladies, did you enjoy the show?” Around the room, women we’re nodding in orgasmic torpor, breasts heaving with excitement, as they slowly cooled from climax.

“Mmmm. It was a great rehearsal” said Blaise, with a knowing smile. I felt my blood run cold. As I finished washing up my cock, I gave it a few, extra, loving strokes. After-all, I wouldn’t be pleasuring it again until the end of my slavedom. As I worked my tumescent rod into the narrow confines of the stainless tube, my hands were still shaking from my close call. Judith steeped behind me, flattening her huge breasts against my back as she secured the lock, and saying teasingly, “Bye-bye now, little penis.”

As the lock snapped shut, I reflected that I might as well have left my cock on the cutting board, for all the good it was doing me in the belt. But thank God. Thank God….