If you've never had the experience of four lovely, naked women dancing just for your pleasure, I highly recommend it. Being naked myself, my enjoyment of the dance soon became obvious to everyone in the room. After about 45 minutes of watching the show, Becky knelt in front of me. She started with my balls, but soon turned her attention to my cock.

Her technique was a sort of combination of the others. She took me deep as easily as Lisa, and all the while her tongue danced its own rhythm up and down my shaft. Meanwhile, her busy fingers moved from one area to another. As she worked, her eyes never broke contact with mine, and as I looked into them, I saw devotion. There is no aphrodisiac more powerful than a look of true devotion in a woman's eyes as she uses her mouth and all her skill to give pleasure to a man.

Before going to bed I told all the women to stay in the following day. I knew there were a lot of things we needed to work out, and I needed to call a couple of my people in the States to get the ball rolling from a business standpoint. I was lying in bed on my back with my legs spread a bit. Anna was lying on top of me, pressing her tits into my chest. Maria was between my legs with her face against my thigh, and I had another woman cuddled up on either side.

I was actually thinking of business details when I drifted into sleep. When I woke up, I was still on my back, but I was no longer surrounded by women. It took me a minute to wake up enough to realize that I was tied spread-eagled on the bed. I looked up to see that Becky was tied standing with her hands up to a beam and a ball gag in her mouth.

I had only been awake for a couple of minutes when Anna came into the room. �Good morning, Andy. I see you're awake. You may be wondering why you're tied to the bed. Well, it's been a couple of days since I had a chance to play with you, and I've been missing it. So, Lisa and Maria helped me get you secure.�

�We had to tie Becky as well, because it looked like she was going to help you. Now that you're awake, I am going to see if I can make you remember the testicle tango as an easy time. First I guess I had better let you pee.� She had one of those bottles like they use in a hospital, and after she held it in place for me to use she washed my genitals with a warm, wet washcloth and wiped me dry.

Maria came into the room with a box of stuff. I couldn't see what was in it, but the first thing she took out did not bode well. It was a wooden contraption she attached to my genitals. The best way to describe it is to say it was a set of stocks for my cock and balls. Once it was on, my balls were sitting on top of a wooden platform, and my cock came through a hole in the same platform. A Velcro strap held my cock up and out of the way.

Once it was on, Maria straddled my face and pressed her pussy in place over my mouth. I got to work with my tongue. Anna started to smack me in the balls with what felt like a little paddle. She didn't hit them too hard. It was just hard enough to hurt a little bit, but she kept doing it relentlessly. I would guess she smacked them about twice a second. It was like, one � smack � one thousand � smack � two �smack �one thousand � smack.

It wasn't bad at all, and was very bearable, but she just kept doing it. After what seemed like a few minutes, it suddenly started seeming much worse. A short while after that it became unbearable, and I started thrashing and bucking in an effort to get away. Anna just kept smacking my balls over and over.

I would have been screaming, but between the constant hits to my balls and Maria pressing and rubbing her pussy over my face, I could hardly catch my breath. Then Maria started coming violently on my face, and Anna just kept the torture going on my balls. Just when I thought I would surely pass out soon, she finally stopped.

Next they switched around. Lisa had come into the room, and she got on my face. Maria was between my legs. While I was forced to lick Lisa's slit, Maria started whipping my cock with a leather strap. She whipped it fast and hard, and soon I was screaming into Lisa's pussy. Maria kept her strap going until Lisa had come hard.

Then they switched again. As Anna got on my face, Lisa showed me a rubber spatula. �You're going to love this,� she smirked at me. As Anna rode my face, Lisa worked over both my cock and balls with the spatula. It stung worse than the leather strap, and every blow to my balls felt like getting kicked. Like before, they kept this up until Anna crashed into orgasm.

This time, though, Anna didn't get off. She kept riding my face, but the other two switched tactics. One of them went down on my cock. From the technique I knew it was Lisa. She engulfed me right to the root and started really sucking and working up and down. In no time I was very close, but before I could come, Maria whacked me hard in the balls a few times with the paddle. (I later found out it was the back of a hairbrush.)

That's how it went for a while. I brought Anna to one orgasm after another. Meanwhile Lisa was keeping me right on the edge of coming, but Maria kept hitting me in the balls to keep me from getting over the edge. Finally, even her constant hits to my incredibly painful balls couldn't prevent it. I came harder than I had ever come in my life. It was truly awe inspiring, and Lisa didn't quit sucking me until I was empty.

The three of them cuddled me for a few minutes, gently stroking, and then Lisa announced, �Time for breakfast.� They untied both Becky and me, and we went into the dining room. I felt like a wet dishrag, but I had to admit it was an amazing orgasm.

As we were eating breakfast, Anna said, �I just needed to do that to you this morning. I wanted to make sure you knew that I still liked being the one in control, at least some of the time. You are the first man to ever make me really feel like a slave, and that's great, but I'm always going to want to make you the slave sometimes.�

I thought about what she said, but it didn't bother me, and I told them so. I love to play games, and I don't mind paying a forfeit when I lose so long as I can collect one when I win. I like the tension of really being concerned about the outcome of a game, and I'm rich enough that reasonable money bets don't do it for me. However, I assure you that knowing I will be tortured if I lose puts the tension back into any game.

After breakfast I called my office and arranged for a couple of my people to come down the next day and get the business end going. Lisa showed me the last notice she had received from the bank, and she was right. It had a very threatening tone. I called the bank and eventually got through to a Mr. Gordon, the manager. I explained that my company would be doing the refinance and I assured him that any further threats would be met by legal action.

After the business was out of the way, we talked about my house and the arrangements I was considering. I have a really big house, with a dozen or so bedrooms and a servant's wing with several two room suites for domestic help. The home was built in the late 1870's when people had more servants. I had bought it about four years before and had the whole place restored.

The women were really interested to learn that the house had originally been built with several secret passages and rooms. It was the main reason I had bought it, and I had made sure they were all restored to their original condition. I told them about the one secret room below the main basement that we could equip as a playroom.

Since it is below the regular basement, it is far underground, making it completely soundproof. The room is about 30' square and has a 12' ceiling with exposed beams. I had often thought it would make a great �dungeon.� With that in mind, during the restoration I had it carpeted and had a full bath down there. Let me tell you, putting a bathroom into a sub-basement is not cheap.

I'm going to jump ahead a few months. Anna and I got married in April. Guess who the bridesmaids were. The five of us have settled into my house and so far everything is working out just fine. I went for my annual checkup the other day, and my Doc says she's never seen me so fit. I guess married life agrees with me. Anyone up for a nice game of chess? If I win, I promise to be gentle� not!