I was utterly defeated, lying across the couch in the hotel room, being watched � and dominated by my wife

Sarah, my professional colleague, Susan Bascom, and her graduate student, Laura. At that point all I wanted

was for the ordeal to be over, but I knew it would not be until Susan � or Mistress Susan, as I was being forced

to call her � decided it would be over.



After Laura had stuck her finger up my well-lubricated ass, and Susan had fondled my cock, Sarah stood next

to me holding a red, flared butt plug. It was similar to, but not exactly the same, as one of the ones we

occasionally used in our play. And she had just suggested that she use it on me, in full view of the two other

women. The three of them drew closer, so that they formed a semi-circle around me.



As my eyes adjusted to the light after having the blindfold removed, I glanced at the three of them, and they all

had smiles on their faces. I could tell they were enjoying this act of my humiliation, relishing in the power they

held over me. But it was more than that; something else was gnawing at me as I waited on the couch, my ass,

dripping with lube, sticking out at them, and my cock still erect. They stood still, not saying a word. I thought

perhaps Susan was going to spank me again, or perhaps she was just waiting to decide what to do.



And then it hit me � I smelled something very familiar. It was the scent of female arousal. I was not sure which

of them was secreting the scent, or perhaps it was all three, but there was no question that at least one of them

was getting off on this sexually. I knew that Susan had been aroused earlier, that was for sure, but for some

reason I suspected she wasn�t the only one that I was now smelling. At first I was shocked, because I saw the

entire thing as a power play on Susan�s, and later, Laura and Sarah�s parts. But then it occurred to me that there

was no reason they should not enjoy the wielding of power as a sexual thrill as well. I knew how turned on

Sarah got when we practiced dominance and submission, so why shouldn�t the same be true for the other two

women as well?



I sneaked a peek over my shoulder at the three of them, and they were glancing at each other, looking somewhat

unsure what to do next. They looked at one another, then down at me, catching my glance. I turned away in

shame, and buried my head once again in the upholstered back of the sofa. �Please, just get it over with,� I

thought to myself, too scared to express the thought, however, for fear it would just prolong the ordeal.



And then I heard Susan�s voice. �Would you like to go ahead, Sarah, you�ve obviously had the most experience

in this situation,� she said.



Sarah hesitated for a second or two, but then responded, �Oh no, Susan, you�re right � I get to do this all the

time. Perhaps it would make more of an impression on him if you or Laura had the honors.�



Susan chuckled for a moment. �Yes, you�re right. We are trying to train the little subbie, so we want to

maximize the effect. Let�s see � you had the opportunity to stick your finger up his ass, Laura� � just hearing

those words made me cringe � �so I think I will be the one to stick this up there. So listen up, Bob � here are

your instructions. I am going to stick this plug up your subbie little ass, and you�re going to take it like a man �

no whining or complaining. Do you understand?�



Without hesitation, I responded, �Yes, Mistress Bascom.�



�Good. After I put it in there, you�ll need to make sure it stays. If you lose it, you�ll be further punished. Do

you understand that, too?�



�Yes, ma�am.�



And without saying another word, I felt the tip of the plug touching my anal ring. Fortunately, it had been well

lubricated by Laura�s fingers, so I hoped it would not hurt too much. Susan gave it a firm, continuous push, and

it quickly popped into my ass, the flared part entering enough that it would be held there by the contraction of

my anal muscles.



I grunted to myself as she shoved it in, but managed to take it without uttering anything. It was about the same

size as one Sarah and I had used, so I knew what to expect. And I also had had experience holding it there, so I

hoped that I would be able to do so under these somewhat more adverse circumstances.



�Very good, my pet,� I heard Susan saying. �You took the whole thing. Doesn�t he look just wonderful,

ladies, lying there, his butt sticking out, with that red plug filling his subbie little asshole so beautifully.�



Laura said in a somewhat hushed voice, �Oh yes, Professor Bascom.� Sarah didn�t say a word. I kept my head

buried in the sofa back, but I kept smelling the scent of female arousal. I was sure at this point that the scene

was becoming a big turn-on for at least some of them.



�Just look at him ladies, so subservient, kneeling there with his butt plug, willing to do whatever we say, aren�t

you Bob?�



I didn�t answer until I felt a soft swat on my ass. �Yes, Professor Bascom,� I replied.



�Yes what, Bob?�



�Yes, I�ll do whatever you want. I just want this to be over with and get out of here.�



�Well, it won�t be over with until I decide it�s over, is that clear, pet,� she responded.



�Yes, ma�am.�



I felt her take a step closer to me, and heard her say in a soft voice � loud enough, I realized, for the other two

women to hear � �You�re not getting off that easily, Bob. You still have work to do.�



She leaned back again and said, �Laura, pet, get the scarf and put it back on Professor Arnold�s eyes. I don�t

think he needs to see for what we�re going to do next.�



�Yes, ma�am,� I heard Laura reply, and then felt the silk of Susan�s scarf on my eyes, once again plunging me

into darkness. After a few seconds, I had the same feeling as earlier, that the removal of my sense of sight had

worked to heighten my other senses, and I could hear every movement they made. I could also smell the female

arousal as they stood near me, and I was convinced at this stage that it was all three of them I was smelling.



�Okay, Bob, come down off that couch.� I began to ease back off of my knees to stand, and as I did, I felt a

hand reach for my upper arm to steady me. I stood up, grateful to have the pressure off of my knees. �Okay,

follow me,� Susan said, and I felt a gentle push on my back as the other hand continued to guide me by my

upper arm. I was very aware of the butt plug Susan had shoved up my ass, and was careful to keep my ass

muscles clenched as I walked so as not to lose it.



I walked forward, and judging from where I had been standing, I figured we must have been heading for the

bedroom. I heard three pairs of footsteps following alongside and just behind me. After walking about ten

steps, Susan said, �Okay, stop, and now stand there.�



I halted, and I felt hands on my upper body. I realized that somebody was taking off my shirt, feeling the

sleeves pulled down off of my arms, rendering me totally naked in front of the three women.



After the person, presumably Susan, pulled away, I heard the sound of whispering. Even with the blindfold on,

though, I could not hear what was being said, and there were no giggles or other reactions from the other two

women to betray what was said. But then I heard the soft rustling of more clothing, and I suspected that they

too were getting undressed.



After a few more moments, Susan spoke once more. �Okay Bob, we�re going to help you get on the bed, lying

on your back.� I now felt arms on either side of me, guiding me forward, until I felt my lower legs hit the bed. I

kneeled on to it, and crawled forward until I figured I must have been near the head, and turned around to lie

on my back. As I eased myself down, I felt my head resting on what felt like two or three pillows stacked on

top of one another, so that I was horizontal on the bed, but was in fact propped up quite a ways. I was grateful

to be lying on my back, knowing that that would help keep the butt plug in with less effort.



I heard more whispering and then heard the women walking around in the room a bit. It sounded like one of

them had walked out of the room. �Well Bob,� Susan started up again. �You did pretty well on the last test we

gave you, so we don�t need to punish you anymore. Not yet, at least.� I breathed a silent sigh of relief, because

as I had lied down on the bed I was aware not just of the butt plug but also of the feel of the bedspread on my

still sore ass cheeks, from where I had been spanked.



�See, you�re not going to be punished more, but we do still have a little bit of training to do. As we said, you

still need to learn the proper, respectful way to treat a woman, and I�m not yet convinced that you understand

everything you need to do. I�ve discussed this with Sarah, and she agrees there are some things that you are not

quite as good at. She acknowledged to me that you are a good lover, but you can still stand to learn a few

things. So the three of us are going to help you with that. Okay Bob?� she asked.



�Yes, Mistress Susan,� I responded, hoping that if I cooperated and played along this would be the end of it all.



�Good, so glad to have your acquiescence,� Susan responded. I heard the footsteps of somebody walking back

into the room. �But we have a little problem, here. I enjoyed seeing Bob so aroused before ladies, when my

graduate student was plunging her finger in and out of Bob�s subbie little ass.� I cringed at the memory. �And

I thought that the butt plug would keep him in a state of arousal, but it�s obviously not doing the trick,� she

continued. �Laura, get up there, sweetie, and see if you can�t help him out a little bit. And Bob, don�t get so

aroused that you even think about cumming � you need to remember that I control that, right?�



�Yes, ma�am,� I answered in a soft voice.



I had no idea what she was going to do, but I felt somebody getting on the bed near me. I felt a hand on my

cock, which just as Susan had pointed out, had gotten flaccid again. The hand � presumably Laura�s � began to

gently stroke it, but just as it was starting to get hard again, Susan said in a sharp voice, �Wait a minute � stop.�

As she spoke, I felt the hand removed and my semi-erect cock flopped back to my belly. �I have a better idea �

why don�t you do that yourself, Bob � no need for Laura to waste the effort,� she said with a chuckle.



I felt Laura sit back away from me, but still on the bed, and I realized quickly what Susan expected of me. She

wanted me to touch myself, exposed to these three women, while they watched. Once again, with the hope that

it would soon be over, I realized I had to comply. Normally, the idea of touching myself in front of three

women like that would be erotic, but not in this setting where I had no control and was doing so only because

of being forced to by this domineering woman.



I sighed, and reached my hand over and began to touch my cock. After a few strokes, it had sprung to life, and

after just a few more it had returned to the state it had been earlier when I was bent over the couch and Laura

was fingering me. I stopped, and put my hand back at my side, my cock now pointed upward.



�Oh no, Bob, don�t stop,� Susan said, �we want to see you continue that, don�t we ladies? But remember, not

too far, or you�ll be punished again.� I couldn�t see, of course, but I presumed that Sarah and Laura nodded in

agreement. They appeared to be going along with everything Susan wanted, even though I still carried some

hope that Sarah would come to her senses and call a halt to the whole thing and get me out of there.



With no other choice, I reached over and began to lightly stroke my cock again. It did feel good, even in that

humiliating setting, though I knew I was nowhere near cumming. After continuing for a few minutes. I heard

whispering again, and I felt Laura (at least I presumed it was still Laura) shifting on the bed. And then I felt a

cold liquid on the tip of my cock and my hands, and I realized it must have been more of the lube that one of

the three of them had earlier retrieved from the other room.