Life After the Amazon Nude Resort - Part Five

{When last we saw Joe, he was dangling in a rubber body cage in the basement of Mistress Anne, who, with her similarly chastised husband Stan, specialize in bondage furniture. Joe hasn't been let out of his belt for weeks, as he has not received the key in the mail from the female dominants who run the Amazon Nude Resort. What awaits Joe next?}

I had begun to get a little tired and sore from hanging in the tightly constraining cage. Thankfully, Mistress Anne returned in a short while.

"How ya doin', handsome?" she playfully asked, giving my rear a swat.

"Mmmph!" I was still gagged.

"Here, let me let you down from there!" She strode to the wall, where she released the winch and gently let me down to the floor. This eased the rubber straps holding me in place, and I could extract myself from this fiendish device. I reached up to remove the gag, but realized it was locked in place! At least I could move about. I looked at her, imploringly, and pointed to the gag. Could she please let me out so I could breathe easily and talk?

"Oh, all right, if you insist. But you have to promise to be extra good tonight!"

"Wheew, thank you, Mistress! What do you have planned tonight?" I asked.

"Well, the guests should be arriving in a few minutes, so help me get the table ready!" She zipped upstairs, me following, and I saw that she had set a picnic buffet table out by the pool, with snacks and drinks. Several citronella lamps were nearby, and I lit them for her. Couldn't have bugs, you know. The pool lights were on, and the effect was that of a tropical setting, not unlike the resort where I had become genitally imprisoned. She must have sensed that I was thinking along those lines.

"Guess who's coming to dinner...well, not dinner, exactly, more like an evening brunch...oh, I think I hear them now. Come with me."

"Naked?" I asked.

"Oh, nonsense, you're wearing a belt, aren't you?" she giggled, patting my encased cock. "Come on, let's greet our guests. You might recognize one or two of them." She grabbed my hand, and before I could protest, led me through the patio doors to the front door, where, she in her black latex swimsuit and me in my birthday suit (with a hidden cock), we opened the door tor greet a group of ladies!

"Welcome, come on in, ladies! This is my houseguest for the weekend, or should I say my house slave! He's so good at what he does!" She ushered them in. I blushed as I stood there, naked. They all stared, of course, some tittering and pointing. I saw in the driveway a large van. They had all arrived together. Before the last woman got out of the van, I noticed that there was an airbrushed tropical scene, with the initials "ANR" boldly emblazoned in the middle. I now noticed the last woman leaving the van, as she opened the side door. Out came a man...ohmigosh! he was as naked as I, and also wearing a chastity belt just like me! He was blindfolded, gagged, and his hands were cuffed behind him. She was leading him to the door by a leash attached to a collar! And I recognized the woman, too! She was the big busty brunette I had lusted for at the Amazon Nude Resort! And she was wearing a skimply little shift...no, it was a pool cover-up! Come to think of it, all the women had been wearing something similar. Of course! It was a pool party!

"Well, hello, there!" She noticed me standing there at the door, gawking. Boy, was she gorgeous! "I think I remember you...your wife's name is Beverly, isn't it?"

"Uh..yes, it is...uh, Mistress!" I remembered that I needed to address her with respect. They had trained me well, it seems. "I'm Joe."

"Hi, Slave Joe. I'm Mistress Amanda! This slave I'm bringing to the party - well, let's just call him Slave for tonight, okay, Slave?" she tugged on the leash as she said this. He grunted and nodded. Well, what else could he do?

"I thought we might need him for a demonstration, but I'm so happy you're here tonight! Now we have two chastised male slaves to play with!" She grinned and breezed past me, dragging 'Slave' behind her. "Follow me, Slave!" I watched her undulate towards the patio. Suddenly she turned and glared at me. "I mean you, too, Slave Joe!"

Urp! I quickly realized things could get ugly if I wasn't 'good' as Mistress Anne had told me to be! I trotted along after them. I was met by a beautiful sight as I exited the house onto the pool deck area. Along with Mistress Anne and Amanda, there were six other women there. All were attired in swimsuits. I would not remember their names, but I would remember the sight of so many lovely ladies in skimpy bikinis. One tall redhead with piercing green eyes had on a matching green monokini, one of those pretzel-shaped affairs which seem to defy gravity. Another petite pixie-cut brunette sported a leopard-print bikini which apparently had no lining, as I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples and the bulge of her labia lips....this was exquisite torture! I could feel the urges of my loins, and the resultant constriction of the steel encasing my manhood.

I soon realized my purpose at this gathering of beauties. Along with Slave, who had by now had his blindfold and handcuffs removed, but not his gag or collar, I was to be their servant, pouring and refreshing their drinks, getting their plates, and generally seeing to their needs. Mistress Amanda remarked to Mistress Anne that the two slaves should have matching outfits, and it wasn't long before I was also gagged with a big red ball stuffed into my mouth. From somewhere in that nefarious pool shed Mistress Anne also procured a collar which went around my neck.

While the women had their fill of food and drink, also enjoying the cool waters of the pool (Wow! did they look gorgeous in the water! A couple of swimsuits were transparent when wet!), Slave and I cleaned up the table and got it ready for Mistress Amanda's presentation. As the ladies gathered around the table, where Mistress Amanda had piled some brochures, she had me hook up a tv-vcr combo. Was this a sales event?

"Well, ladies, now that you've had something to eat - hasn't Mistress Anne done well? let's give her a hand (applause) - let's take a look at what your future could hold for you! You've all been through a screening interview, and I think you're ready for the next step. But first, let me remind you, don't breathe a word of what I'm about to tell you to your husbands. These two slaves here," she motioned towards us, as we stood by her side, "have not reached this point without careful preparation both by the staff at the resort or, most importantly, by their wives. You must follow our training program to be totally satisfied. Are you with me so far?"

A murmur of assent, all nodding their heads, a few chuckles, as they glanced at us.

"First, let's take a look at our brochure. Please note that there are two of them, although they look alike at first glance. One is for you, the other for your hubby. If you read yours carefully, you find that it tells you pretty much what to expect at the resort in the way of amenities and such. While it is rather explicit, including pictures of nude women, it tells more in detail what you women can expect when you get there and what your training responsibilities are for your husbands. It also outlines the mail-back program for the keys to your husbands' chastity belts. What your husband's brochure does, however, is to fuel his fantasies. Everything that is in there is true, even the part about it being an intensely sexual two weeks. Isn't that right, boys?" She looked at us. If I could have opened my mouth, my jaw would have dropped. Of course! I remembered the sexually enticing pictures and promises. None of them suggested that I would have non-stop intercourse, or even sex at all! They only promised an erotic experience! And itmost definitely was and erotic experience! Ouch! Mistress Amanda had just slapped me on the ass!

"Slave! Are you paying attention! Stop daydreaming and answer me! Was the two week stay at the Amazon Nude Resort an intensely erotic experience? Has it changed your sexual life? Did the brochure tell the truth?"

I vigorously nodded affirmation.

"Ladies, you can get your husband to want this vacation so much he'll think it was his idea and he had to talk you into it!" Much laughter. "Now, let's take a look at the video!"

She pushed play and I was mesmerized. There, on the screen, were shots of the resort, complete with naked people. I thought for a moment that I recognized myself, once. A nude hostess talked to the camera much like one of those feature reporters for a tv entertainment magazine, extolling the virtues of the resort, and, especially, the benefits of having a chastised man. She even showed close-ups of a man bound to the poles as I had been upon arriving, and a woman installing the chastity belt and locking it. There were a few interviews of women who were just ecstatic about the resort. The hostess even interviewed one man, who seemed to be as frustrated as I, but very enthusiastic about the resort, nonetheless. After his interview the hostess confided that he had given such a positive report because he had hoped to be released from his chastity prison for a little relief. The hostess grinned....and the tape faded to black.

"Well, ladies, what are your questions?" asked Mistress Amanda.

"Uh.. did that guy get out of his belt?" asked a brown-haired voluptuous vixen.

"What do you think?" Mistress Amanda grinned like the hostess. All the women laughed. "You'd be surprised at what some men will do just to get off."

"Are these belts for real? Can't the man get it off somehow or at least work his way out of it so he can, well, so he can take matters into his own hand?" More laughter. They were really getting into this thing.

"As you know, one of your responsibilities well before the vacation is to take careful measurements of your husband. You can let him do the same for you, if it helps disguise the true purpose. If you do this, the belt should fit very well. If it doesn't, we can adjust it during your stay. If you want to know how secure it is, ask these two." She pointed to us.

"Well? Can you get out of it?" asked the woman. Sadly, both 'Slave' and I shook our heads no. Now we were the center of attention.

"How long have you been locked up?" This came from the redhead.

"Let me answer for my slave, here," said Mistress Amanda. "I have had him locked up for thirty days. He has not touched or even seen his dick for a month! Mistress Anne, what about your slave?"

"Actually, he's just my slave for the weekend. His wife, Mistress Beverly, loaned him to me. But I think it's been about three weeks or so." Mistress Anne smiled at me. "But I think I got him to come this afternoon, when I massaged his prostate. That was some 'massage,' wasn't it, dear?"

I vividly remebered the fucking I had received by her strap-on dildo. I really didn't know if I 'came' or not, but I do know I didn't get the orgasm and I definitely did not have an erection.

"How do you massage a prostate, and why?" asked another.

Anne replied, "You can do it in more than one way, but all it takes is a finger or two up his ass, squeezing, pushing, pulling, rubbing from the inside. Of course, you can do what I did, and fuck him silly with a strap-on!" And that caused a lot of tittering and laughter.

"Oh, I'd love to see my husband get it in the ass!" squealed the pixie.

"Me, too!"

"Oh, yes, wouldn't that be a hoot!"

"Now ladies, calm down, you'll get your turn!" laughed Mistress Amanda. "Any more questions before we do the demonstration? Yes?"

"I hear you refer to each other as Mistress. Can you explain?"

"We call each other Mistress as a gesture of respect. We also demand that our men address us that way, also. We are, after all, the ones in charge. Too often he gets to thinking of himself as master, when it should truly be the other way around. We women are the mistresses of our domain, and that most assuredly includes our men. Don't you want an attentive husband? Remember how he doted on you before you married? Well, you can have that and more with our program. Let's adjourn to Mistress Anne's special room to show you what we mean." With this, she led the way and everyone followed as we moved to the basement. Mistress Amanda continued talking as we walked.

"By the way, Mistress Anne and her husband, Stan, design and build bondage furniture. If you like what you see, she can sell you whatever you need. They can even custom design features at your request."

We reached the dungeon. The first item that Mistress Anne showed was the large rack. She asked for a volunteer. That was a no-brainer. It would be either me or the other slave. Mistress Amanda chose her boy. With the practiced hand of a skilled bondage veteran, she quickly had him standing, spread-eagled, attached securely by the wrists and ankles. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Apparently, neither was I.

I was led to the bench, where soon I was strapped down, my arms and wrists restrained by thick cuffs, my legs secured by leather straps buckled to the rear bench supports. She attached a spreader bar to my ankles, leaving my ass up and exposed. From my experience this afternoon, I knew that I could quite easily be ass-fucked in this position. I was turned around so I could see the other slave. I had to strain to lift my head to see what happened next.

"All right, future Mistresses, now you can inspect the slaves as intimately as you wish. Examine the chastity belt on my slave, and see how it goes together. Tonight you're going to practice getting it on and off him. Why don't you give it a go, Kathleen?" she asked, extending her hand to the tall redhead. In her hand was a key! Kathleen took it, and moved over to the slave, who I think moaned with anticipation. She inserted and turned the key, and the lock sprang open! With assistance and guidance from Mistress Amanda, they soon had the belt off. Quickly, before he could get hard and prevent the belt from being re-applied, they had it back on him. He was definitely groaning, now. One of the other ladies removed his belt again, but this time there was no doubt. He was becoming erect.

"You know, with just this much fondling, he's getting hard awfully fast!" exclaimed Mistress Amanda. "Of course, this is his first opportunity in a month! See, girls, how a little denial goes a long way? How would you like your man to get hard in a hurry? And, if you've bound him up like we have our slave here, you get to control when or even if he comes!"

"Can I touch it?" asked one of them. "I mean.. if it's okay with you?"

"Of course, dear. Just be careful. We don't want him spurting on the floor. You know, I think I know what he would like... Slave, dear, wouldn't you like to fuck someone, here, tonight? You've been so good, I think you deserve a reward. Would anyone here like to be fucked by my slave? Ha, ha, just kidding... though I think a couple of you wouldn't mind this big, hard dick inside your moist pussy, would you? No, I think I need to have you see another demonstration. Before we do this, though, you know, it's getting awfully warm in here. Why don't we get a bit more comfortable? After all, you're going to be totally nude in front of a lot of folks, including the men. Of course, they won't be able to do much about that in their condition, now, will they?" A lot of tittering and giggles to that one.

Mistress Amanda and Mistress Anne led the way, quickly doffing their sexy swimsuits to stand naked before us. The other women followed suit...no pun intended. Soon everyone was nude, and what a sight it was! I could clearly see a lot of pussy, even from my bent-over restrained position. I'm certain that not a few of them were moist, if not downright sloppy wet by now. I could also see that the slave was now sporting a full erection, which, from my vantage point, looked to be respectably large. Every now and then one of the ladies would fondle his balls or slap his dick to tease him. For me, all I could do was feel my cock straining against its metal prison, not painful, but definitely uncomfortable.

As the women began getting friskier, I could feel their hands all over me, especially my ass. One even tickled my feet, which really made me squirm. I could feel their fingers on my balls and a few attempts to work their way under the metal band of my waistbelt.

"Now, ladies, stop playing with slave's dick or he'll shoot a load and we don't want that!" admonished Mistress Amanda. "Let's prepare our other slave for our milking demonstration. Everyone put on the rubber gloves.... thank you, Mistress Anne. Now lube up your fingers."

I could hear the popping sound of latex gloves going on feminine hands.

"Okay, girls, watch me, and I'll show you how it's done. First, with a well- lubricated finger, probe his anus and work your finger around a bit..." oooh! I could feel her finger in my ass, "... then two fingers, get him to relax... that's it, slave, just relax, you know you're going to like this, attaboy..." she was really getting to me.. or should I say into me..."... now feel around for his prostate, it's lump between his ass and his balls, then massage it like you would a bruise, around and around, pushing gently... how's that, slave?" It was extremely humiliating, being helplessly restrained in a most embarrassing position, her probing my most intimate parts in front of half a dozen strange women, but, and I can't believe it myself, it did, indeed, feel moderately pleasurable. "Okay, ladies, now you try it!"

And with an abrupt pulling out, she moved aside to let another woman get her finger, no, two fingers, then three! up my ass, pushing my prostate. During the next ten or fifteen minutes - I lost track of all time, much as I had since the weekend began - all of them had their fingers up my anus, working the insides of my ass like kneading cheap meat (that's what I was, after all, just cheap meat), until I realized that one of them (the petite little pixie, as I later learned) actually had her entire hand up my butt! She was fisting me! I think I was on the verge of coming, right then! I was as aroused as I could possibly be, just not erect! What a weird feeling! What came next, though, was even more wild.

"Ladies, I think he's good and ready. I think it's time for me to reward my slave. Kathleen, how about releasing him from his restraints on the rack?" said Mistress Amanda.

Within two minutes her slave was standing, free, with no chastity belt restricting his dick or his hands! I envied him. One of the ladies removed my ball gag, and gave me a quick kiss, to boot! I gulped in air and tried to work my jaws to get the soreness out.

I soon gulped in a bit more and worked my jaws on something else. Guess what?

With her guidance and direction, Mistress Amanda's slave was soon kneeling in front of me, his now semi-erect cock two inches from my face. It wasn't long before it was buried at least that far into my mouth. I sucked on that monster until he was hard again. Actually, it was more of a case of him face-fucking me, his hands on my head. I was really a piece of meat now, and I had a piece of meat down my throat. As soon as he was really hard, he let me go and moved behind me. While the women watched, oohing and ahhing, rubbing their own cunts with obvious wanton lust, Slave grabbed my ass cheeks, spread 'em wide, and thrust his cock up my ass. For the next several minutes, he pounded my ass, causing me to moan loudly, grunting and squirming. Mistress Anne told the gals I didn't need to make so much noise, could they find something for me to do with my mouth, and the next thing I knew, that redhead Kathleen had her juicy pussy jammed into my face. She began grinding her cunt on my mouth while I tongued her out as best I could. I could feel her shudder as she came, which didn't take too long, and then I could feel the pulsating throb of slave's dick in my ass as he came, too. A few minutes later, he pulled out. As he stood up, several pairs of hands dragged him back to the stand-up rack, where he was once more secured and belted. This time, though, he was smiling. That smile was soon replaced by his ball-gag, and he was also blindfolded. Although his "vacation" had been short, it had been fantastic. In spite of the ball-gag, I think he was still smiling.

Kathleen also rather reluctantly got up. She was a little shaky. Gee, I wonder why. Me, I was more than a little shaky. I was exhausted and spent, even though I hadn't been able to actually "do" anything but just lie there and take it. Boy, did I ever take it!

"Now, ladies, let's do a little close inspection of the property... If you'll look closely, here, let me adjust him so you can see..." she lifted me up a bit "...there, now, take a look at the tip of the metal tube, where the drain holes are. What have we here? Why, I do believe our slave has ejaculated. There's even some that dripped to the floor under him. Now that's a milking!"

It was true! I had come! I barely felt it, what with being raped in the rear and cunt-stuffed in the face! It was so unfair! Everyone around me tonight had, or at least could have had, an orgasm! I knew the women were frigging themselves, because I could hear the occasional moans and grunts. They were all getting off but me! Damn!

"Well, ladies, soon to be mistresses, what do you think? Y'all wanna sign up for the Amazon Nude Resort?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, yes!"

"Wow, what a rush, you better believe yes!"

"Oooh, I can't wait until my Bobby gets locked up, I'm gonna have so much fun!"

And I knew that at least a half-dozen more men would be in my predicament before long.

"Mistress Amanda, could you explain the key thing, again, what's it called?" one asked.

"Well, Joanne, as you know, the cost of the two week vacation includes the cost of the belt. It does not include the cost of the key, which isn't much, but is of so much value, especially to our poor little slaves, here!" They all laughed.

"At the end of your stay you will be asked by one of our resort mistresses if you even want a key. You don't have to get one, you know. Of course, the tantalizing prospect of getting released in the future, even if it takes a long while, may be of greater value to the husband and he'll be much more willing to do whatever you want, so I'd recommend that you sign up for at least one. One key is all it takes to release him, but we make a game of it. It's kind of like a lottery. There are a lot of serially-numbered keys that we have, which are matched in our secure database to the slaves' chastity belt locks. You get a sheet that lists them all by number. For every key chance you purchase, which, by the way, is $100 per key, you select a number on the list. We send it to you by mail, or, if you pay the extra cost, by registered and insured mail, and you get to try it out. We highly recommend that you have your husband in bondage when you try the key, for, if it works, he just may make it difficult for you to get him back into the belt. In fact, we strongly suggest that you never let his hands free at the same time that his dick is free. Tonight was an exception, and, as you can see, he's locked up again. I don't know when I'll release him again, but he won't have his hands free when he is. In case you hadn't guessed, he's my husband. I got him his belt when I hired on at the Amazon Nude Resort over a year ago. Now he is a most obedient slave and a very loving and attentive husband. I couldn't ask for a better husband than the one I have now trained him to be.

"Anyway, back to the keys. When you get the key, secure your man so he can't escape and so his hands are unable to reach his penis. If you, or should I say he, is lucky, the key works and you can then work out whatever chastity arrangement you like with your man. What's more likely, though, is that it won't work - that's the probability aspect - and you send them back to us with a new choice, or choices, if you bought more than one key. That's our mail-back program. Poor slave Joe here hasn't been released since he left the resort over two weeks ago, and it may be some time before his mistress gets the right key. But there's always a chance, isn't there, slave?"

Gee, I hope so......

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