Would you like some more coffee, Sue?’ Paula asked as Sue’s cup was nearly empty.

‘I think I may before we get started,’ she replied. ‘Get that slave of yours to bring some in, and tell him to be quick!!’

The other girls, Karen, Jean, Samantha and Heather, all giggled excitedly and glanced at the door waiting to see Paula’s slave, Colin, come into the room. Paula rang a small bell, and within a couple of seconds, Colin came quickly through the door. He was dressed as a French Maid, complete with suspenders and fishnet stockings, and had a leather hood on his head to protect his identity, and he stood self-consciously waiting for his orders.

‘Bring in another pot of coffee for the girls and be quick about it, you little runt’ Sue barked at him.

The girls all smiled as he hurried out, his bare arse showing as the skirt of his maid’s outfit swung up as he turned, all wishing they could dominate their husband like this. The group had began when Paula had threatened Colin one afternoon when he was tied up, saying if he did not mend his ways and do as he was told, she would advertise for a group of girls to come for tea and to humiliate and torture him. Colin had always fantasised about performing in front of others, and she decided to call his bluff. Colin had laughed, knowing it would be impossible for Paula to find several ladies to carry out her threat, as women were much less likely to be interested in bondage. Paula, however, carried out her threat and put her request for ladies to join her on as many internet sites as she could. She was not surprised to hear nothing for a while, but then received a couple of replies from a site on ‘Husband Domination’, and the group were having their first meeting. All the ladies had one thing in common – they wanted to humiliate and dominate their husbands, but had not yet got up the nerve and had decided to learn as much as they could from Paula. Sex was never on the agenda as they were all completely faithful to their husbands, they just wanted to learn about male humiliation.

‘How did you ever get your husband to dress as a maid in suspenders and stockings?’ Heather asked. ‘Mine would never, ever go for that!!’ ‘I saw him looking at my knickers longingly one day, and made him put them on. Then it was suspenders and nylons. He was always into lingerie but I never knew. Apparently he used to dress up in his mother’s corsets and nylons when a young boy. It seems as though many men have cross dressing fantasies. Just try it with your husband and see what happens.’

The door opened, and Colin came into the room with the pot of coffee suspended from the end of his cock, which was stretched and purple-coloured as the weight of the coffeepot pulled it to its maximum length. ‘Fill everyone’s cups, and be quick about it!!’ Paula ordered.

Colin was glad to take the weight off his stretched member and poured the brown liquid into each cup.

‘Ooo, I don’t think that I should have anymore as it just makes me want to pee!’ Heather piped up in her high-pitched voice. ‘That’s the very idea, darling. It will humiliate Colin more if you have a good volume of the golden liquid to get rid of,’ Paula replied with a dirty grin on her face. ‘Get out of the room now, Colin, and get naked for us and bring in the bag of gear when I ring.’

Colin moved quickly out of the room, the empty coffee pot swinging on his cock as he hurried out. Once outside the room, he sighed and took off the coffee pot and placed it in the kitchen. This had been an idle threat, a game that they would make a fantasy out of, but Paula was becoming more dominant in their relationship and this was just another step to his total domination. To stand in front of these women in a French Maid outfit was bad enough, but Paula had shaved every single hair off his body and he was going to have to stand in front of these ladies for them all to see. He collected the bag of bondage gear as ordered and stood waiting for the bell to ring, his heart beating ten to the dozen, as his ultimate degradation would begin. ‘Shall we begin to have some fun?’ Paula asked the rest of the girls. ‘Yes please,’ they all answered expectantly.

The bell rang and Colin swallowed hard and resisted an urge to run away and open the door to the room and timidly went inside shielding his pubic area from the girls view with the bag. Paula told him to drop the bag and stand straight. Colin did as he was told and he began to sweat under the leather mask as he reddened with embarrassment.

‘Good lord!! He’s completely shaved!!’ the girls shouted in unison. ‘How did you manage that,’ they continued.

Paula’s face took on a smile of pride as she realised she had managed to do something to impress these ladies. ‘I tied him up and when he was helpless, I took an electric razor and shaved him. He tried to struggle free, but once I had taken most of one side of his pubic hair off, I took a picture of him with our digital camera and threatened to send it to his boss if he did not settle. That soon quietened him down and I finished the job. Feel how smooth his body is.’

Samantha ran her hands over his pubic area and giggled as she felt how smooth it was. The others tried the other areas and Jean was surprised to see his armpits as smooth as a baby’s bum. Colin was mortified as all these strange women pawed him and the final humiliation came as he had to bend over so Karen could check that his arse was clear of hair too. They all sang their praises to Paula and complemented her on a fine job and they all said they wished they could do that to their husbands at home. ‘Well you have seen it and know how it was done, now go home and let him know who is boss!!’ Paula replied. ‘Now let us start the first game. Lie down in the middle of the floor, Colin.’

As he was getting into position, Heather became red and piped up, ‘I told you not to give me that extra cup of coffee, it has gone straight through me!!’

‘Good.’ Paula replied. ‘Stand up Colin, let me put the blindfold strip on your leather helmet.’

Colin stood up and Paula took a strip of leather from the bag that was held to the mask with press-studs. She then told Heather to guide Colin up to the loo and put him in the bath and then pee all over him!! ‘I couldn’t do that!! It would humiliate him beyond belief!!’ She shrieked. ‘That is the whole point, silly. He cannot see your pussy, and you can imagine it is your husband.’ Paula pointed out.

Heather took a bit more convincing before she gingerly took hold of Colin’s arm and lead him to the bathroom. She helped him into the bath, the urge to pee getting stronger as she ripped off her tights and knickers, and stood awkwardly over him.

Colin lay against the cold bath waiting the onslaught of the warm liquid. He had been peed on before, but never by a stranger, and his cock began to rise in anticipation. He began to breath quicker as it seemed ages before he felt the warmth of the jet of liquid against his body. Samantha was obviously enjoying herself as she directed the stream against his chest and then his cock which was now fully erect. Samantha sighed as the stream came to an end. She dried herself on a towel that had been provided for that use and redressed.

‘Anyone else want to go before we start?’ Paula asked with a grin.

‘Well I could go if it is not too much trouble,’ Karen said in a shy voice. One by one, they all lined up to go to the bathroom.

Colin was cool as Samantha finished and the liquid began to evapourate, but at least his humiliation had come to an end. He began to rise, but a voice told him to lie back down, and there was a rustle of clothing before a pair of feet came either side of him.

‘I don’t mind if you watch me doing it’, said a voice, and Colin could only guess who it belonged to. Oh no, he thought, it was bad enough getting peed over, but now they are all going to watch!! All the girls, including Paula, were crowded into the bathroom and around the door, as Karen stood above Colin, her pink buttocks quivering as she began to pee over his erect cock. The girls all cheered as her golden stream splashed all over him. Jean was next to stand over him, but she was more towards his head and she bent her knees and directed the jet of pee into his mouth. Colin spluttered as the first drops hit his mouth and he closed his lips, but Paula ordered him to open his mouth and swallow her offering. Colin swallowed the bitter liquid as fast as he could, but some ran down his chin and chest. The other girls stood and gasped – surely this was the final humiliation for a husband, to drink his wife’s friend’s urine. The remaining girls all made him swallow their pee before redressing and going downstairs. Colin eventually got out of the bath and dried himself on an old towel and then made his way downstairs.

‘Lie down there, slave. Now girls, our first game will involve throwing dice and putting the corresponding number of pegs anywhere on Colin’s body’ Paula explained. ‘Obviously there are more sensitive parts than others, and the longer we take, the more pain the slave has to endure. The person to put the last peg on before there is no room for anymore, is the winner.’

Paula brought out several hundred pegs of both the wooden and plastic variety. She decided to go first, threw a 3 and picked up 3 pegs and placed them down Colin’s erect shaft, the peg pinching the skin as she did so. Samantha was next, but she hesitated and pleaded, ‘I have never touched a man’s cock except for my husband’s. I don’t know if I can do it. Give me some support.’

The girls began to cheer on Samantha and clapped in unison as she rolled the dice, got a 2 and gingerly placed two pegs on his cock, holding it just a little longer than she needed to.

‘Oh that was good,’ she cried, ‘Can’t wait for my next turn!!’ Gradually pegs appeared on the full length of his cock, all over his balls, the spare tyre on his sides, and Colin began to moan as the pain of so many pegs began to bite his body. His legs and arms were next, and he really thought he would pass out with the pain as the girls were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

‘Think you are the winner, Samantha, as can’t see where Paula can put anymore pegs as his body is covered.’

Paula picked up the dice with a grin, rolled the dice and it finally stopped with six small dots showing on the face. ‘Oh bad luck, Paul.’ The girls cried in unison. ‘A one or a two and you might have done it, but a six.’