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The Perfect Host
By Surtea - 2010

surtea@live.co.uk

This is a story for adults – if you are not an adult or cannot tell fantasy from reality please read something else.

Back in the 1960s and 70s a French artist by the name of Joseph Farrel created a sizeable number of BDSM drawings. He felt that the drawings were works in themselves and that people should make up their own stories to go with them. Later the drawings were published with short vignettes by Robert Merodack and others. Joseph Farrel is sadly now dead and much of his work is out of print.

For my own amusement I have written my own short stories to accompany some of the drawings. Here is one of them. Let me know what you think.

THE PERFECT HOST
The sumptuous and ample dinner came to a close in a mood of general euphoria. Mr York was well pleased with himself and his pretty wife; and he mused, looking around his assembled guests, on a suitable climax to what had been a perfect evening. His new business friends were clearly impressed; this contract would make him yet another fortune.

He had shown his guests his stately home, his stables and his thoroughbred horses, his pedigree dogs, and finally his luncheon table, where his highborn and elegant wife, Valerie shone in the place of honour.

Valerie was the focus of the eyes of all six guests; there were no other ladies present and she clearly basked in the attention. The two discreet and efficient menservants had just served the liqueurs; Mr York, his voice a little choked, announced the final diversion for his guests:

“Dear friends, in order to crown in a worthy fashion the day’s pleasures, which I hope have been to your taste, and to complete the tour of my property, allow me to propose a final viewing of my most prized and precious possession, which will make you all feel at home… My wife Valerie!”

“Valerie, my dear, do just get up and take off your clothes… I want all my friends to see you naked so they can admire your breasts, your thighs and belly, and especially your pretty gold and pink cunt!”

“Oh!” The horrified Valerie gasped in shame and revulsion and made it clear that there was no question of her obeying. “That’s disgusting. You must be crazy! It’s a stupid joke.”

“Come now darling, you know we can’t let matters rest there! Bernard and Louis, please grab the Mistress and bind her, straddled arms and legs apart, to the big oak in front of the drawing room windows!”

Struggling, weeping, the half-crazed Valerie was taken to the place of punishment. Once she had been soundly roped to the tree, she heard her husband issue an invitation.

“Have at her gentlemen. Those clothes can simply be torn off; they’re expensive but a bit fragile.”

Her elegant designer clothes were brutally ripped from her body, which the guests were then able to admire at their leisure. Scarlet with shame, she sobbed under the minute gaze of the guests.

“Aren’t those tits just perfect! Firm and the perfect size. Lovely legs too and a nice taut belly. And isn’t that trim little blonde bush absolutely perfect? Such an excellent contrast with the pink lips below. Gentlemen please touch my wife up. It is hard to appreciate such loveliness without giving it a good feel.”

The guests each took a turn fondling and groping Valerie’s defenceless body, some even going so far as to worm a finger into her still dry vagina.

“Finally to punish my disobedient little darling for her rude and curt refusal I hope you will all join me in giving her titties a thorough flogging with this fine martinet.”

Each of the six guests in turn took the proffered martinet with its three thin leather strands and used it on the magnificent breasts offered up to them. The little instrument was designed not to cause any real harm but the strands were thin enough to be severely painful especially across such delicate flesh.

Soon poor Valerie’s chest was bright pink and covered in tiny red stripes. She begged for it to stop.

Finally, the men covered her from the waist down with jets of sperm, tributes of their heartfelt admiration.
“Now that you gentlemen have managed to relieve your most pressing desires we can all repair inside where Valerie can assist in a more intimate and thorough display of her treasures. And, my dear, if you don’t play the game properly, you will be returned here and the next whipping will be across that dainty cunt of yours!”

Late that evening in the grand hallway of the house a sobbing Valerie, naked except for a dog collar & lead and accompanied by her proud husband, crawled between the assembled guests as Bernard and Louis helped them on with their coats. She grovelled before each man and begged, “Please, Sir, may I say goodbye?” On receiving a positive response she was obliged to extract the guest’s penis from his trousers and place it in her mouth. Then as best she could she said, “Thank you for coming, Sir, and I hope you will come again.” Despite all she had suffered this final degradation was unbearably humiliating and each utterance of the formulaic request brought a new flood of sobs.

“And believe me, gentlemen, my wife will be only too happy to see you all again. I hope when our first contract is complete you will all come back for a celebration. A month should see my little darling fully recovered and I’m sure we can think of some new games she can have fun playing. Here is to good business and intense pleasures.”
Despite all their earlier exertions more than one of the businessmen could feel his cock stiffening yet again as he looked at the destroyed woman on her knees before him, mumbling her thank-yous around his organ.


Earlier poor Valerie had twice been returned to the oak tree on the lawn and twice the cruel little martinet had been applied between her legs. The first time was when she declined to entertain her admiring guests anally, the second after she declared that she did not think it possible that she could take three cocks at the same time. This second visit to the tree had convinced the poor woman that there was nothing that she would not do to avoid further pain, absolutely nothing. And so she had cooperated with pitiful eagerness as the guests had stuffed their cocks in each of her aching holes and demanded that she help them with her fucking.

The party had gone on through the long summer’s afternoon and into the evening. When the guests were temporarily too exhausted to continue working their host’s wife, Valerie had been required to satisfy Bernard and Louis who had so patiently waited for their turn. Throughout the party Mr York had not joined in except to take numerous photographs, none of which showed any face except that of his wife, and to talk to his poor abused spouse in a calm but firm voice.

“Take it deeper, my darling; I want to see your nose touching his stomach. Go on: deeper! Swallow! Well done Valerie! Now milk his cock with your throat. What a lovely shot for the family album!”

“Well done, dearest. You’ve got Charles’ entire dick up your arse. Now, slowly up and down, let’s see that cock sliding right up your backside. Higher my dear, on the upstroke I want just the tip inside you. Stop only when you feel the head about to pop out of your little ring. Then down again. Nice and slow, I want to see you really feeling it!”

“Look over this way, Valerie. And smile. I know it hurts but try anyway!”

“Gargle with it before you swallow. That’s it, now blow some bubbles! I love the way they pop on your dirty face dear.”

“That’s it, grip the bottle! Now, fuck yourself with it! Deeper, deeper; all the way girl.”

“Now darling, please ask each of our guests to spit in your face. And I want you to keep your mouth and eyes

open while they do it. Then swallow and thank them each afterwards, there’s a good girl.”

“Lick Bernard’s arse, dearest. Tongue it lovingly and deeply! Deeper than that, we want to see the tongue actually inside. What a fun change it is for you to be the servant just once. See if you can get his big cock hard one last time. Then maybe he’ll give your arsehole one more bang. You know it needs it.”

“Play with yourself till you come. Frig your clittie with one hand and stick the thumb of your other hand up your slippery arsehole, all the way to the knuckle. And I want you to tell everyone what a slut you are while you’re doing it. Louder, speak up! And I don’t care how long it takes but you will come for us all to see, you sweet little whore!”

When the partnership reconvened six weeks later to celebrate the success of their first venture the stage was the same as were all the cast except that one of the partners had brought along a prospective new business colleague named Diana, who he believed would enjoy the day. Mr York had agreed after ascertaining that it would not upset their meeting in any way.

For the last month and more Mr York had behaved as if nothing extraordinary had happened. Valerie had reverted to being the mistress of the house, treated with all due respect by everyone, especially Bernard and Louis. For a month Valerie had almost convinced herself in was a one-off nightmare until her husband announced the next business reunion. Despite her pleas and desperate entreaties he confirmed that she would have to attend as the hostess. While the day would be difficult, Mr York assured her that as before she would revert to being the lady of the house the following day.

As there was a new guest, Mr York was pleased to give a tour just as before except this time he thought it appropriate that his wife accompany them from the very start. The couple waited for their guests on the front steps of the Hall under the magnificent portico. Mr York as always was dressed in his conservative business suit while his spouse wore high heels, stockings, suspenders, a quarter-cup bustier and her dog collar & lead. Valerie’s obedience had been ensured in that her husband had taken her by the lead past the oak tree, on which she saw hanging not just the nasty little martinet from before but also a cane and a thin cruel-looking riding crop.

As the guests arrived Mr York and his wife greeted them, he by shaking their hands, while Valerie, as instructed, reached out and rubbed each guest’s penis through his suit trousers while saying “Welcome to our house, Sir”. When she saw Diana she paused, gulped and blushed even more deeply, looking to her husband questioningly.

“Just give our new guest a peck on the cheek, darling!” Blushing furiously, Valerie complied. The fact that Diana was dressed in an expensive business suit and she was wearing only a modicum of very revealing underwear and was on a dog’s lead only deepened her humiliation. But Valerie was determined to comply; she did not want to go to the tree.

“Those of you looking forward to seeing Valerie’s pretty blonde bush again will be disappointed. My dear wife decided that she wanted to go for a full Brazilian. I persuaded her that electrolysis is a better way to go so that the effect will be permanent with no nasty stubble. She had her third session just a couple of days ago and is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Poor Valerie felt every pair of eyes staring at her denuded mound; of course she had not wanted this at all but did not dare contradict her husband.

Everyone enjoyed the tour even if they had seen it before as their accompanying hostess’ evident discomfort at being led around nearly naked on a lead was immensely stimulating. Lunch was excellent and very convivial: everyone was pleased at the profits made and in anticipation of the coming entertainment.

This time when Mr York asked his pretty young wife to display herself for the guests she did not demur. Blushing furiously she moved to a chaise longue set by the windows and reclining spread her legs to allow her admirers a very detailed view of her intimate female anatomy.

“Pull your lips apart dearest, give us all a better look. That’s it! Now wider, show us as much pink flesh as you can. Now bring your legs up and pull your bottom cheeks apart: show everyone your little rosebud.”

Watching soon turned to handling which then escalated to full sex. The men carried on from where they had left off the month before and quickly had Valerie squatting on one cock while a second used her anus and a third filled her mouth.

Diana could not help but be impressed. “Mr York, are you sure that your wife hasn’t done this before? She does seem to be taking those dicks with a degree of eagerness.”

“My little darling does, don’t you dear? She has done it just the one time, however her enthusiasm is merely a fear of visiting that oak tree in the garden, which only happens if she is disobedient...”

The first case of disobedience happened when Valerie was invited to suck Diana’s pussy. It was only the briefest of rebellions, already over by the time she reached the tree, but it provided the excuse. The martinet was swiftly applied a couple of times by each guest to her naked cunt, already sensitive and engorged from several fuckings.

“Will you suck Diana’s cunt?”

“YES! Please, no more. Please let me suck her!”

“OK my beloved, but next time it is the cane across your arse if you aren’t a good girl.”

Valerie certainly sucked the guest’s vagina with enthusiasm and did not even hesitate when Diana pulled her legs up and guided her hostess’ tongue lower till it met and began to pleasure her anus. Valerie barely stopped thrusting her tongue in and out of the sopping sphincter when she felt another guest inserting his cock back into her arsehole.

Later as the guests relaxed on the terrace having a refreshing drink in a pause between sexual torments, Charles got up and headed indoors.

“Just got to have a leak, back in a second.”

“Why bother? Valerie, crawl over there, put Charles’ prick in your mouth and swallow his piss. There’s a good girl!”

This time her hesitation earned Valerie the caning across her arse, with each guest once more delivering two cuts. As she was bound facing the tree and with her hands and feet tied to the other side it looked as if she was frantically hugging the trunk. This position made her backside very prominent it provided the perfect target for the visitors. Mr York even allowed Bernard and Louis to deliver a blow each.

“My dear, I have to advise you: no more being difficult please. The next time we will reluctantly have to use the riding crop on those beautiful titties of yours. I rather think that will hurt. Now please ask Charles to piss in your mouth and we can release you from the tree.”

“Please… Please sir, will you pee in my mouth please?”

“Of course I will, but you have to promise to swallow it all! Will you, Miss Valerie?”

“Yes, I’ll swallow… all of it. But please don’t pee too fast…”

Much later, when all were thoroughly slaked and even Bernard and Louis had had their fill of the beautiful woman they all sat around discussing further possible business schemes. Poor Valerie sat in Diana’s lap completely impaled on a reasonably large strap-on dildo fixed to the guest’s crotch and with her legs draped over the legs of the chair so as to give everyone a good view of the penetration and of her welted buttocks. At intervals Diana would tap the inside of Valerie’s thigh and whisper an instruction in her ear. Her hostess would then either lift and lower herself on the dildo or raise herself off it entirely and insert it into her other orifice before settling herself back down to full penetration. Even this obscene display was not enough to raise another full erection from the men present.

“Almost time to call it a day, my dear. But you have one last show to give our guests as a going home thought. Something for them to keep in mind till we meet again. Bernard?”

From her exceptionally uncomfortable perch Valerie looked round to see the manservant bringing two Dobermans onto the terrace on similar leads to her own.

“Darling, meet Spot and Ruff. While most estates keep Dobermans as guard dogs, these two have been trained for more intimate duties. They’ve been brought all the way from Mexico just for you!”

“Nooo! You can’t…” Valerie was shaking her head in disbelief.

Once more bound to the tree Mr York decided that Diana should do the honours as the other guests had beaten his wife’s breasts during their last visit.

“Diana, I recommend starting with a dozen cuts of the crop across my dear wife’s gorgeous titties. Then we’ll see if my dearest has changed her mind about being a good girl.”

In the end it took eighteen cruel strokes before Mr York felt that his spouse had demonstrated enough remorse, though she had been begging to be allowed to play with the dogs since the sixth stroke of the crop, which had landed right across one of her nipples causing an explosion of unbearable agony.

Returned to the terrace the guests eagerly gathered round to watch Valerie on all fours encourage one of the dogs to mount her. Her striped sore breasts hung obscenely below her as she pushed her bottom towards a dog’s snout. After sniffing and licking her a few minutes the canine promptly leapt up on her, his forelegs gripping her waist as he tried to get his stiff red cock into the woman. Poor Valerie was told to reach back between her legs and help it find its target. Her gasp was quite real as the hound’s organ slammed into her and immediately began pounding away. While the animal’s cock was no bigger than an average man’s it was very stiff and pointed.

The speed of the interspecies fucking was hard and fast. The crowd gathered round to watch the knot, two-thirds of the way along Spot’s penis, slam into Valerie’s labia with each forceful stroke. The dog was growling and drooling onto his partner’s back. The woman was groaning and sobbing as this ultimate degradation took place.

“I wonder if the bitch can take the knot too, like a real doggie,” said Diana after a little while. She reached down and spread the other woman’s labia wide open. With this help the nearly tennis ball-sized lump soon slipped inside the straining cunt.

“Nooo”, moaned Valerie as the knot passed into her vagina, “too much!”

The dog now concentrated on short stabbing strokes, keeping the knot inside and approaching his climax.

Diana’s fingers sought out his human partner’s clitoris: stroking, pulling, rubbing and pinching, determined to draw an orgasm from her victim in this appalling position. Her skilled digits achieved their aim, bringing the poor hostess to a humiliating climax just before the Doberman emptied his copious seed into his unusual mate.

The dog withdrew the knot with a loud slurping noise and a moan of discomfort from its mate, leaving the woman to hold her place with her sobbing head slumped to the ground and her bottom in the air. A positive cascade of canine cum streamed from her vagina to form a puddle on the terrace’s paving stones. Mr York took a whole series of photographs. Spot went off to lie on the patio and to begin to lick his still swollen organ clean.

“I think that’s your job, bitch”, said Diana, dragging Valerie over to the dog by her lead. Valerie crawled reluctantly leaving a trail of Spot’s semen on the tiles as it still dribbled out of her. “Go on slut, start licking the poor creature clean.”

As the poor woman began to run her tongue along the dog’s cock under her husband’s amused gaze, Diana was leading over the second Doberman, whose cock was already fully ready for action having watched the other canine at work: bright red, pointed and fully erect.

“Time to let Ruff have some fun too! No, don’t take your mouth off Spot’s cock. Not unless you want to go back to the tree! In fact put your lips round the head of the doggie’s dick and keep them there. Let me help you get your other friend here inside you. Now, as you’ve already had one beast in your cunnie, this one is going up your arse.”

“Nooo, please!”

“What did I say about keeping your dirty mouth on the doggie’s dick? Get it back! And suck, bitch!”

Slowly Valerie did as she was ordered, closing her lips back around the animal’s cockhead and shuddering as she felt the second dog leaping onto her back. Moments later she felt Diana’s fingers aiming the canine organ at her already sore bottomhole. The poor sphincter offered almost no resistance as Ruff jabbed forward; half a day of intensive use had utterly exhausted the muscles of her anus and the hole was still well-lubricated. Even though her mouth was full the poor wife let out a loud wailing groan as her rectum was filled.

Once more the dog’s movements were hard and fast and soon the woman was sobbing and groaning continuously as the knot was repeatedly slammed against her sore ring.

“Keep sucking, bitch, I think Spot is getting hard again!” And indeed the dog penis in Valerie’s mouth did seem to be getting very stiff again, not that it had really gone that soft. “I think you’ll be getting seconds from him!”

And indeed Valerie did! When Ruff with a howl emptied his balls into her rear passage he flopped down next to Spot on the tiles. It was a moment’s work for Diana to drag the woman’s head over so she could start sucking the other dog’s dick, this one fresh from her arse. Meanwhile her first partner leapt up and went round to inspect her rear end. The hound found both the woman’s holes dripping with canine sperm. However this mattered little to him: he was trained to fuck until he was unable to raise another erection. At best that could be seven or eight times in a day, two in half-an-hour was no effort at all. He leapt on his mount’s back with his red-tipped cock questing for a berth.

“Let’s try your backside again, little bitch. Ruff didn’t manage to get his knot inside, let’s see if Spot can!”

“Nooo!”

In the end it wasn’t till well into Ruff’s second turn in her ass, after Spot had finished his canine buggery, that the poor sphincter was finally pounded into submission and the big knot slid inside. There was a loud cheer to celebrate this achievement and a general toasting of Diana for managing what had seemed to be impossible. Meanwhile choked wails issued from the wife as she sucked helplessly on canine cock while the knot slid furiously back and forth in her distended gut. Ruff barely slowed: he just kept pounding away at his mate. Diana dragged her victim’s mouth off sucking Spot clean once again.

“Now bitch I want you to howl like a dog. Show your lover how much you like having your arsehole porked. And if you don’t I’ll use the crop on your clittie when he’s done. Come on now!”

“Ruff! Ruff! Rowwww!” Poor Valerie could only comply.

When it the beast finally managed its second climax it took a good ten minutes for the knot to subside enough to be worked free of Valerie’s anus. During this time the broken wife was obliged to say her farewells in the same fashion as before including mumbling her thank-yous into Diana’s pussy.

“Au revoir, slut. I’ll see you in a month or so!”

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