I arrive as instructed at your house at midday. My smart clothes (dress shirt and trousers, bow tie, black leather shoes) are in my suit bag. You order me to take a shower, and to make sure that I am shaved super-smooth 'down there'. Oh, and in the bathroom, there is a rubber hose attached to the tap. For a moment I wonder why but you confirm my first thought: I am to wash inside as well as out. An hour later, I am scrubbed clean, smelling of deodorant and wearing my smart clothes.

At 2 pm the first of your smart lady guests arrive for the party. I greet them, take their coats and serve them with their desired drink. The party is outdoors and the day is fine and not too hot. By 3:30, the ladies are relaxed and enjoying themselves whilst eyeing me up. Then the problems start. I don't know if it's over-confidence or the sight of too many ladies at once, but I start to make mistakes. First, I serve the wrong drink. Tsck tsck. Then I drop an ice cube and fumble around trying to pick it up, then forget to wash my hands before continuing to serve. Then you notice that as I serve a drink, I am trying to sneak a peak down your guest's blouse. And so it goes on. After a couple of warnings, you snap.

"Enough, idiot. You've been warned; now is the time for punishment. Stand over there where we can all see you, and undress." The ladies snigger and I am mortified. I hesitate but realise that disobedience is likely to be punished. So I disrobe and as my clean-shaven cock comes into view, the ladies all cheer with delight. "Now go round and present yourself to each one of my guests and apologise." I do so and each one has a good grope of my now bulging member.

You order me to put my bow tie back on and your guests snigger as I perform my poor imitation of a 'Chippendale'. I continue to serve but the mistakes continue. "Perhaps", remarks one of your guests, "he's feeling too perky. We should punish him further and make a forced release." The other guests agree and I am secured to an improved frame, legs spread, arms pinned and completely exposed. First, a dildo is rammed up my quivering rear. When that fails to hold, a strap-on is turned inside out and the business end pushed inside me. The ladies put clamps on my nipples, stroke my cock and balls and laugh as I dribble. "He's enjoying it" says one and it is decided that a spanking is in order. So your best paddle is used to administer six of the best. After they have all had their fun, they untie me.

And so the day goes on, with these well-dressed, relaxed and imaginative ladies using me to their hearts' content. After they have been satisfied, the afternoon party draws to a close. As a grand finale, you take me from behind with your strap-on while slowly w***ing me off, to lusty cat-calls and crude remarks. The ladies all cheer as my sperm splashes on the yard.

As the guests leave, they thank you, the host, and slap me on the buttock as I wait with their coats. An excellent and successful occasion. One lady remarks to my host that she would like to 'borrow' her waiter. Of course, you say, and the arrangement is made for the performance to be repeated.