Sisters

This is Barbara again. I guess I've been appointed the spokeswoman for our little coven. Now that all three of us girls have our hubbies in line at home, we wanted more.

Growing up together as sisters, we shared everything. It was very rare that one of us did anything by herself without including one or both of the other girls. So why should it be any difference with our new-found (for Arlene and me at least) female domination. It was always a lot more fun when the three of us did things either as girls growing up or as women now making our way in the world.

At first it was just the three of us getting together once a month for unstructured activities, but we managed to recruit two more women into the group along with their husband and boyfriend.

The first of these women is a cousin, Karen. Karen is a lot younger than us and a newlywed. Her husband Eddie is very athletic, and has a great looking body and is hung - well, he makes our boys look like little boys indeed. We felt comfortable about bringing Karen into our coven. It's easy to recruit new women once you know what to look for. We picked up on Karen's dominance at a family wedding. We noted how Eddie doted on her and jumped whenever she gave him the slightest order.

Plying her with wine, we got her to confess her bedroom dominance of the man. Eddie just blushed quietly as she told us of his submissive nature right in front of us.

The other woman is Patsy and her fiancée, Joe. Patsy was Karen's roommate in college where Patsy studied art. Sketching male nudes was more than just class work for her. She not only drew what she saw, she also drew what she imagined. She has a portfolio of the most erotic assortment of sketches of men.

We hold the monthly meetings at my house since we have the finished basement where we can conduct our "business" in the privacy we deserve.

The boys are the first to arrive. In the initial going, I or one of my sisters would come over to supervise the boys with the setup and the preparations. Now they are so well trained we girls can enjoy an afternoon out on our own. We usually dress up for this affair and act as elegant women on the town.

As we are enjoying our shopping spree, matinee, trip to the museum or whatever activity we choose for our special day, the boys are busy tidying up the place, cooking the meal and setting the table for the dinner. They do these and all the other chores for the evening with all eagerness since if they do a good job we let them out of their chastity devices.

We women arrive at as close to 5 PM as we can. As we enter we are greeted by the boys standing at attention and totally in the buff. While some of the boys take our coats and hats (and packages if we had been shopping), others act as ushers to lead us to the living room where the refreshments are already laid out.

By the time we are seated, the rest of the boys (except the cooks) are in the room serving trays in hand offering wine and refreshment. After the initial round, they retreat to the corners where they await our next command. Glasses are never empty nor are our plates. Used plates and napkins seem to disappear on their own.

The ringing of a bell announces dinner and the boys escort us to our seats holding our chairs as we take them. Immediately the first course is served, and the boys again retreat to their functions as wall decorations. With simple hand gestures, we summon them for more water, wine or to signal we are done with a particular plate. Woe be to the boy who misinterprets a hand signal. Of course we women NEVER give the wrong signal.

Once dinner is finished, we are then escorted back to the now re-cleaned living room for dessert as one of the boys stays behind to clear the dishes. It's such a delicious experience nibbling on some delicacy listening to the clatter of dishes being cleaned out in the kitchen.

Once all is clean and everything is put away, we all adjourn to the basement for the activities part of the evening. This starts with the confessional. Each boy kneels, hands on head, before the seated women and confesses his sins of the previous month. The women discuss the boy's transgression and a penalty is assessed.

After the confession comes the cleansing. This is the only time during the entire month that we women don dishwashing gloves. The boys fetch a wash basin and put it on a stool so it is at a convenient height for the women. One by one, each of the boys stands behind the basin with hands on head for his cleansing. His wife unlocks him and washes his penis.

The boys are admonished not to come, but of course the last time their "willies" were free of their prisons was at least a month ago. It's impossible for them not to come. We women make sure that they do! Naturally, any ejaculation during the cleansing doubles the punishment assessed during the confession.

After the cleansing, comes the atonement. The boys are lined up facing the wall with their hands on their heads again. Being naked with hands on head is a pose the boys take a lot during the evening. We girls come up with a different game each month to see which woman gets to spank which boy.

One by one, the boys go over one of the woman's lap to receive his punishment and then take his place facing the wall when his turn is done. Once all the boys have been spanked, we do an inspection to see which one of us spanked best.

After the atonement comes the festivities. The boys are instructed to put together a skit or other form of entertainment for us women. Massages, foot licking and forms of oral gratification for us women is always part of the activity.

The final act of the festivities is the jack-off. We girls discuss among ourselves which boy was best behaved and most suitably served his mistress during the month. This boy is allowed to masturbate himself while the other boys look on.

At the end of the evening, the boys are required to do a final cleanup. They stand with hands on head again against the wall, this time with their backs to it for the locking up ceremony when we put the boys back in their cages. They are then allowed to get dressed and we all go home looking forward to the next month.

Enclosed is a sketch Patsy drew of us enjoying our Monthly Girl's Night.