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 Art Deco Synopsis: -Publish and be damned!  -Said the Duke of Wellington,
though this was in respect to blackmail; publish the truth about how you
feel and you may find yourself living out those feelings as well by those
who would wish to control you!  This is a tale of a man finding courage to
admit his desires and being -~brought to book - by lusty females in a
sunshine setting.

   Part One.

   It had taken all his courage to send out copies of his lurid tales to a
site on the internet.  Though he had had a lifelong healthy respect for
assertive women, he had not before applied his imagination to type and
though glad he'd done so, was also apprehensive about the situation.  He
was middle-aged, redundant and living in a small flat which he owned
outright in a small satellite town 15 or 20 miles outside London.

   The damp and often grim weather had helped to fuel his keenness to
compile his book of short stories which all had the central theme of women
in control, but varied from romantic and intimate one-on-one tales to
outright torture and snuff by supremely dominant and sadistic females.  He
felt little shame about his work, as he could identify with the feelings of
the captive/victim, and was happy to believe that the tales would only be
read by those of a like nature who had gone to the trouble of seeking out
certain sites.  He sent out the compilation to his favourite site, and
wondered if anyone would have the slightest interest and bother sending any
feedback.  As the days went by, he clicked on to the site and viewed the
internal reviews page; nothing.  He checked his given mail site; nothing.
He left and strolled to the local supermarket for provisions.  As he walked
the aisles he eyed various women of all ages, shapes and sizes; he wondered
how many of them had a darker secret side to their lives and would return
home to, say- a male tied to a ring just inside the front door, on his
knees and dressed as a maid awaiting the return of his mistress -"another
tied face down on a bed , a whip laid out across his back, ready for the
return of Madame- a male naked except for a pair of his owners panties,
busily performing the entire household chores in the allocated time to
avoid yet another caning from a stern and assertive woman --



   'Can I help you sir?' - said a buxom 40-ish woman with jet black hair,
in her green supermarket uniform -" she had noticed him staring into space
and thought maybe he was actually looking for something; he thought, half
in fantasy as usual, as he worked something into the woman's character; oh
if only you could help me!.

   -~Errr...  no, I 'I'm ok thanks, I was just thinking '

   she smiled and went back to what she had been doing and he imagined her
bottom wiggling excessively as she went.  Then back to mundane reality and
the payment for food from what meagre resources he had.

   He plodded back through the dull rows of Victorian and Edwardian houses
that lined the suburban streets; a fine rain now blowing through with the
wind, helping to arrest the dust and vagrant newspaper sheets which
accompanied his steps.  He arrived at his flat, went in and put some coffee
on, then fired up his PC.  On opening his mail he squinted at the Inbox -;
4 new messages.  One was about his house insurance renewal.  One was about
deals at a computer outlet.  One was everyone's old friend; 'Get your
Viagra cheap here'-#if only I had the luck to need it' he thought as he
pressed DELETE, he was about to do the same with the fourth, when the
script hit him like a sledgehammer ;

   '...would certainly consider publishing you book for a percentage'

   He read it over and over again.  Even if it were a sales scam of some
sort, at least there was a response of some sort from someone out there. 
The mail was written in a very human tone and left a phone number with a US
code, offering to pay the charge if he would please give them a call.  The
address was started with a house number which was ridiculously long by
English standards; it was four numbers

   -" the streets go on for ever over there he mused -"he then went right
back to his childhood ; '1313 Mockingbird Heights ' he smiled to himself-
we hope no monsters are at the address he now had in front of him!  The
number was on 'Collins Avenue, Dade County, Miami Beach Florida '.

   'This has got to be a joke or scam ' he said out loud to the empty flat.
He was very reluctant to call the number, mindful of receiving some
horrendous phone bill for a million calls to unknown places, but something
compelled him to brave the consequences.  'Dolores Beecham at Ariadne
Publishing' beckoned; a woman.  He was a little sheepish about coming clean
and talking turkey to a female when the content of his book will have been
apparent to her.  But he then thought, how hypocritical- I am what I am,
it's no shock to her; she's in business -- and he thought discussing it
might even give him a slight erotic kick ; as it was a bit like a
confession.  He dialled the number.

   The phone connection clunked and murmured for about 15 seconds.

   'Great' he thought;'it's a duff number.' Then, the purring of a call
being received began: -Click'Hi- good morning.  Ariadne Publishing, how may
I help you?  ' A sweet American accent sang out- it threw him at first as
it was mid-afternoon where he was.



   'Oh good morning, can I speak with Dolores Beecham please?  ' 'Oh, I
think she -(TM)s a little busy at the moment; who shall say is calling if
you wouldn't mind?' He gave his name.  There seemed to be a commotion at
the other end; the sound from the receiver changed as though someone had
put their hand over the mouthpiece, he could here muffled comments; the
voice came back:

   'Oh she'll speak to you right now sir; please don't hang up' Said the
voice almost pleadingly.

   'Hello, Dolores here, thank you so much for calling me 'said a smooth
feminine voice with the barest hint of an American accent' '

   I've read every word of your work and I'm enthralled with it; I have so
many ideas about the format in which it should be published' He was nothing
short of astounded, but his pessimism kicked in; now hit me with some
figures about how much you want me to pay upfront he thought to himself,
but he continued ; 'I'm really flattered; do you think there's a
possibility people will buy it?' 'Oh, I'm 100% certain it will sell rapidly
-" there is a big market for erotic literature over here; I'd so like to
meet with you and discuss it.'

   He laughed audibly; the nearest he could get to Florida was to view the
'Green Giant ' vegetables at the Supermarket.

   'Oh he said casually, I'd SO like to meet with you too, but it's
completely beyond my budget; I'm not Dan Brown you know!' he said almost
sarcastically.

   'That's no problem, I'll send you the tickets; I really need to get you
before someone else does, and we need to talk at length about the format,
possible illustrations to enhance sales etc.' He was speechless.  He
rattled off his home address several times to ensure no mistake.

   'I'll call you again in a couple of days to check you've got the
tickets; don't you dare go with anyone else, now!' she said with a distinct
air of authority.

   Two days passed with nothing on the doorstep; he was already beginning
to resign himself to having been the butt of some practical joke.  Then on
the third morning his doorbell rang; the postman greeted him with a pencil;
'Sign here please, guvnor' he took the envelope which had -~Ariadne Fl
-(TM) emblazoned upon it.  Inside was a flight ticket to Miami
International from Gatwick on the following Thursday 7:30 AM -"one way. 
What the hell he thought, even if something goes haywire, the British
Embassy would help get him back one way or another, even if it were with a
promise to pay over the odds for a return trip.  He spruced himself up, had
some breakfast and was about to leave on as shopping spree for some
lightweight clothes when his mobile rang;

   'Hi, it's Dolores, how are you?'

   'I'm just great thanks, especially as the ticket arrived today!' he
spouted, unable to contain his obvious excitement at the prospect;

   'Excellent!' she replied.  'Now, your flight is at 7:30 as you've seen,
it takes 9 hours I'm afraid, but coming our way isn't too bad as we're 6
hours behind you.  If the flight is on schedule you should be here at 10:30
our time.  I'll come see you personally and will have a card with your name
on it; corny I know' she giggled 'but it's the easiest way.  Sorry to get
personal, but what do you look like?' He rattled off his description;

   'Middle aged, slightly balding grey gabled mid brown hair, slightly
overweight, a smidgen under six foot- I'll be the one with the
uncontainable smile' he laughed.  She responded;

   'Safe journey; I can't wait to get you into my clutches- see you
Thursday!'

   'See you Thursday' he said and rang off.  'Can't wait to get you into my
clutches' he thought.  Hmm.

   He decked himself out in his new apparel and made it to Gatwick in good
time.  The flight was on time and took off without hitch.  As per usual
when travelling by air he perused the female flight attendants and
fantasised about the primly dressed women.  He was in luck on this flight
as a couple of them were over 40 and filled their tight skirts and blouses
exquisitely; perfect examples to engender fantasies in a man who
appreciated women -(TM)s natural superiority.  He gave them a good hard
look as their delightful legs and bottoms twisted and wobbled down the
aisle in tall shoes.  He closed his eyes for a good fantasy, and slept.  He
was there before he knew it.  The warmth hit him as soon as the airliner's
doors were opened; the sunshine was glorious and he was forgetting about
his dismal flat-dwelling existence in a temperate climate already.  He
passed through customs collected his one item of luggage and headed for the
reception/exit area.  His stomach rolled about inside him as he grew a
little nervous about what awaited him.

   Dolores stood with card in hand; she viewed the array of approaching
males, looking for those obviously unaccompanied; there were lots of them.
As men were generally vain and conservative with their descriptions, her
mind has conjured up a vision of a threadbare man with comb-over, portly,
and about 5 foot 9 and a half inches tall, with a plain face like
everyone's bank manager.  There were lots like that!

   He saw the women with the card.  He faltered in his step as he took her
in.  She was middle-aged, slender with well appointed features, her face
had sharp features to match.  She was dressed 'Forties'style a la Lauren
Bacall; tight skirt and heels matching tight top, breasts elevated and with
a small matching hat cocked sexily to one side.  She was a picture.

   Dolores viewed the tired looking specimens passing about her, bellies
and shiny domes aplenty then looked dead ahead to see a man , not
noticeably overweight- certainly not by Florida standards, hair slightly
thinning on top perhaps if inspected closely, a smidgen under six foot at
about five-feet-eleven and a half inches.  And an uncontainable smile
quickly growing across his face.  Oh yes!  You'll go down very ,very nicely
amongst the women I know, she thought to herself.  They greeted; she eyed
him sweetly and he did the same.

   'Hope you didn't mind being greeted by someone from a pre-war movie,
only your story; 'Casting Couch Kitten' is one of my favourites; I'd just
love to be 'Kitten West' she really appeals to me.' He thought about the
tale; the main character in the story had been taken advantage of by film
producers and would be stars, upon whom she had sought out and
satisfactorily gained retribution against; snuffing out two of the
offending males in satisfyingly kinky fashion!; This choice of heroine made
him twitch a little when he thought that Dolores found her a suitable role
model!

   She took his hand and ushered him to her waiting car; this was a huge
1934 Packard convertible in a metallic pastel green.  He placed his case in
the back and they got in.  She seemed tiny sat behind the huge steering
wheel and her delicate legs stretched and shone in her silky stockings as
she operated the pedals.  She pulled out on to the open road and smiled at
him.  'I Think we're going to have a wonderful business relationship, I
know the girls at the office will be delighted with you.' She cruised away
from the airport, past a huge dock complex with vast white tourist ships
and plush private yachts, down past some ubiquitous American tower blocks,
then down into an area which made the car feel at home instantly; this was
the Art Deco district of Miami Beach.  It was wonderful, He marvelled at
the pastel and white buildings of varying shapes and sizes- no one too big
or too small- chrome letters spelt out the names of the hotels and
residences; Tropical, Cordoza, Essex ; he smiled at the latter;
'Walton-on-the-Naze' this was not.

   She drove a fair way down Collins Avenue, then turned into a parking
space in front of one of these beautifully styled buildings; 'Ariadne
Publishing' read the chrome and illuminated sign above the glass and copper
entrance.  'let's go in and have you sign your life away!' she said smiling
wickedly.

   Part Two

   'Sorry to bring you here before taking you to the apartment we've found
for you, only I wanted to quickly introduce you to the girls.  As soon as
we have done I am going to make you comfortable at your new residence, and
let you have a nice sleep.  Tomorrow you are invited to a barbecue at my
house'

   He was overwhelmed, both by her hospitality, and by the way she was
allowing him into her life.  He did not know at that point just how
involved he was to become with the women he was about to meet.  She walked
him through plush minimalist offices, furnished with modern technology amid
the interior which was conspicuously Art deco.  He was taken to a lounge
area where there were seven or eight women waiting with Champagne.  On the
wall were several depictions of how his book might look; the women had been
working on it already in anticipation of capturing his business.  He was
sat down on a plush sofa and Dolores sat closely to him.  Though
air-conditioned the room was slightly warm and her sweet scent permeated
his lungs.  She removed her top to reveal a tight white blouse, which in
turn revealed an ample cleavage; she leant across him to take a glass from
the table and seemed to linger to allow him a good view.  He could not help
but notice that an unclaimed glass sat dead opposite her.  The women were
all dressed razor sharply, the youngest about 35 the oldest close to 60;
all of them were worthy of one of his fantasies.  They whispered in each
others ears and smiled at him.  They looked very pleased to see the man who
had opened his emotions up to them by way of his fiction.  They knew he
could not write such fantasy if he did not relish the thought of being in
the position of his fictional characters.  He was introduced to them one by
one; proof-readers, sub-editors, illustrators etc.  Each woman seemed to
know her responsibility -de rigueur -and they were all so openly assertive
in their manner.  He loved this, he could not wait to work with them.

   'You are very privileged being allowed into the heart of our business
like this you know' said Carole Danziger, one of the sub-editors; a woman
of about 55 in excellent shape and with flaming red hair.

   'We do not normally allow male authors into our little fold, but as you
have such a sweet English accent and you have shown already that you are
quite civilized for a male, we are going to have some fun with you.' The
others smirked and laughed at the comment.

   'She will give you a few ideas for a story or two when you get invited
to her ranch' said Judy Fontaine who was introduced as an illustrator; she
was about 45, a little plumper than the others and with jet black hair, cut
in a way that gave her a certain resemblance to a Miss Betty Page.  The
smell and talk of the women was beginning to excite him, he was now having
trouble concealing this and sat awkwardly.  Holly Eposito, a very stern
looking proof-reader with brunette hair in a bun , horn-rim glasses and
ample thighs and hips, very prim and sexy at nearly 60, seemed to notice
this and sat erect, lifting her chin, as if to emulate what she knew was
happening in his underwear.  She smirked and gave him a wink;

   I am going to enjoy checking your work to make sure you have not made
any naughty mistakes prior to publishing she said', adjusting her legs to
ensure he got a flash of her mature but supple thighs as she spoke. 
Dolores sensed that that he may learn more than he needed to at this first
meeting and as they did not want to scare him off, not that this would of
happened, she decided he needed a good rest and she and Judy, who lived
nearby to where he was to be situated got into Judy's car and he was taken
to a beautiful Art deco residence complete with swimming pool.  He could
not believe this luxury; the lounge and bedroom both had views of the
ocean. A huge fridge freezer had been stocked with food and beer.  A drinks
bar was also stocked with any alcoholic substance you could dream of.  The
main bedroom had a huge bed which looked extremely inviting as the jet-lag
began to hit home.

   Dolores and Judy showed him the basics of the air-conditioning etc.  and
both hastily scribbled out their mobile-cell phone-numbers ;

   'Just call if you want to discuss anything, or just want company' they
said

   'Never mind what the time is, just call'.  They both were touchy-feely
with him, and squeezed him and smiled when they left; he had heard this was
the American way and thought nothing of it.  This was paradise; he had a
nice long shower, dried himself down and collapsed into the sumptuous bed.
He helped himself to a fantasy or two about the women and was asleep within
three minutes.

   Dolores and Judy were having fantasies of their own as they drove into
the heart of the Art Deco district to where Judy had a plush apartment on
Meridian Avenue;

   'I can't believe our luck' said Judy; 'I so wanted to stay with him
tonight and loosen him up a bit-he's been like putty already, I can't wait
to get him to pose in position when we teach him how we like to illustrate;
I do hope he is as submissive as his work indicates'

   'ifficult to tell; said Dolores; 'as he is English, and they are SO
polite compared to the males we are so used to- especially the moneybags
guys in this area.  Mind you, he did not bat an eye-lid at the fact that
we're an all women outfit, and he swallowed all the teasing he had at the
office without showing the slightest sign of the usual male impudence; I
think he's as willing as his book characters- I may make my first move at
the barbecue tomorrow, and order him to stay with me' She smiled and Judy
almost frowned;

   'Well roll on Monday when I get my first hour or two with him; I'm going
to break it to him easy fashion then tell him he must pose for me while I
take the part of the woman interest- then I shall demand he comes back here
to my apartment for some proper role-play!'

   Delighted with the day -(TM)s events Dolores drove away to her suburban
mansion and Judy clip clopped up the stairs to her apartment, She was so
excited, she threw off her outer garments and somewhat moist panties ,
planted her plump naked bottom on the edge of her bed , and tried to
imagine him kneeling before her as she removed her garter belt and slowly ,
methodically rolled her silky stockings down her ample thighs and calves
and off the end of her feet.  She looked into space smiling and imagining,
then lay back and reached into a draw for a favourite vibrator, she
pleasured herself several times with the gently buzzing phallus before
curling up for a nap prior to preparing herself for an evening out. 
Dolores drove to her beautiful house on West 24th Street on Sunset Lake;
this a was a drive away from the Art Deco area, but she knew he -(TM)d be
just as impressed with the Hispanic design of this huge house.  She too
stripped off and browsed through the exploits of -~Kitten West -(TM) and
could not quite believe that the man who had written this sweetly erotic
homage to womanhood was now firmly within her grasp.  She was now
determined to keep him and ensure he poured out every last drop of his
submissive fantasies into stories exclusively for -~Ariadne -(TM) -"she had
spun her web and she now intended to act out and enjoy many more fantasies
with him which would earn her money, and he too, though she also intended
to be much much more than his publisher.  She got to one of her favourite
paragraphs about -~Kitten -(TM) in which a male was despatched, and toyed
herself to a satisfying orgasm.  He awoke with a start and stared at the
unfamiliar ceiling above him; his heart leapt as he recollected the prior
day -(TM)s events, and felt the warmth of the sunshine.  He donned his
leggings and opened the glass doors to the balcony.  The verdigris green
tiles underfoot were warm and the guard rail across the white and green
balcony even warmer.  He could hear the surf crashing in the distance and
the unmistakably saline air teased his nostrils.  The horizon which went
from bright green to the azure blue in the distance, set off by palm trees
and was absolute heaven.  Or so he thought at that point; though he was
blissfully unaware just then, he was to reach another heaven very shortly!
He made some coffee and sat watching women go by; with relaxation like this
his imagination was sure to burn brightly, as he saw several sultry
examples go by, he then thought of Dolores, Judy, Carole, Holly; oh how he
hoped that one of them might show more than just a working interest in him
-"let -(TM)s face it, if they publish his sort of literature they must have
at least a slight interest in the content- he remembered Dolores -(TM)
comment about -~kitten -(TM) and instantly found a bulge in his leggings.
The door-bell rang; as if by magic, there stood Dolores.  She had on a
silky black dress set with a shiny crimson patent leather belt, the dress
hugged her mature waist and hips and was cut at an angle showing a little
thigh on one side and just above the knee on the other, She wore a tiny
black choker and her auburn hair glowed in the sunshine, sexy black patent
high-heeled sandals making her as tall as he.  She was every inch the
vision of a goddess to him and her scent wafted into the apartment, almost
mesmerising him.  -~You -(TM)re late!  -(TM) she said looking at him
sternly for the first time ever; this had him tingling with anticipation-
she then smiled;

   -(TM)Only joking -(TM) she said teasingly.  Oh how he -(TM)d wanted her
to be genuinely angry with him for one moment; he was ready to drop to his
knees and ask what he could do for her to allow him forgiveness.  As it was
he nearly fell over himself as he asked her in and stumbled to one side as
she stepped primly past him.

   -~I -(TM)ve come to show you a few things which might interest you
around our little community which might help you with the stories I expect
you to write for me in future.  The more I look at your stories , the more
potential I see in you -(TM).  She said as she sat on a bar stool and
carefully lifted the more exposed leg over the other.  She smiled as she
noted he -(TM)d watched the entire movement fixedly.

   -~Sorry -(TM) he said -~ --.I -(TM) She cut in assertively-~Don -(TM)t
be silly, I intend to help your creativity in every way; please tell me you
find me and the other girls attractive, I promise it won -(TM)t hurt our
business partnership -(TM).  He swallowed hard and felt like a schoolboy
confronted by a Headmistress offering him a choice of chocolates or the
cane.  He composed himself and smiled almost sheepishly at the confident
beauty before him; -~Of course I do, you -(TM)re all so delectable in your
own ways -(TM).  -~Good -(TM) she said.  I -(TM)d like you to bare that in
mind when I show you round and especially when we go to my barbecue later
this afternoon.  I just know the ladies will all be trying to out-dress
each other.  I had no end of a job getting into this dress; I may ask you
to help me out of it later!  -(TM) She giggled and smiled wickedly at him.
-~I think you should have your shower now -(TM) she said whilst looking
down at the protrusion in his leggings.  He was now almost speechless and
his mind boggled at what she -(TM)d said- did she mean it?  Was she just
teasing?  -~I,I,..  I shan -(TM)t be a minute he said, and had the quickest
shower and preparation of his life.  He walked behind the superior female
form almost obediently; he tried not to look at her glorious bottom as it
giggled in the silky dress as she walked.  -~I must get a grip -(TM) he
said to himself, but he couldn -(TM)t help thinking that she already had
him on a subliminal leash, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling.  The
y got into her car and cruised to a residential block not far from where
Judy lived.  She led him into a complex adorned with all manner of climbing
roses and hanging baskets.  They went through the main doors, and she
knocked at the door of a room called -~The Anne Desclos Suite -(TM) ; the
door opened and the sight that met him took him right into a black and
white movie.  The room was full of women in their late middle-age, the air
was full of smoke and the Art Deco theme was applied to every detail. 
-~These ladies helped me with the authentic look I had yesterday -(TM) they
were all dressed, some fully, some scantily or casually, in clothes that
Bogart would have appreciated and he found the scene very sexy somehow;
they all seemed to be reading a similar book, and some were reciting to
others as they lay back smoking.  There was a sudden commotion as the women
noted the presence of a male in their obviously feminine haven; the level
of the commotion only quelled by the fact that Dolores was well known them.
They quietened down and started to smile.  Dolores just stood smiling.

   -~It -(TM)s him isn -(TM)t it?!  -(TM) said a game looking woman in a
full length pearl effect dress, her breasts heaving as she spoke.

   -~Yes ladies, this is the man who wrote the stories you -(TM)ve been
sampling for me recently -(TM)- this announcement engendered much murmuring
giggling and cooing from the very experienced looking group.  Dolores held
his hand firmly as if to guard him from what she was about to say.

   -~He -(TM)s going to answer some questions for you and will sign your
copies; we hope you -(TM)ll treasure these -~special editions -(TM) I
-(TM)m hoping they will quickly become collector -(TM)s items- and as
promised we -(TM)re going to have a raffle and the winner will get to spend
an evening with him at the venue of their choice -(TM); He nearly fell over
when he heard this, but felt compelled to obey these new instructions.  She
was beginning to control him and the matter of fact command along with the
sight of these women made him relax somehow; he was beginning to enjoy it.

   -~Now ladies, we only have an hour before I take him back from you,
please be gentle with him -(TM) and she sat down with a smirk as the women
crowded about him.  A very elegant women in a pink strappy costume which
accentuated every curve of her mature body, took him by the hand; she was
obviously high up in the pecking-order as no-one objected -" the other
women smiling mischievously as she led him by the hand she sat back in a
large leather chair and crossed her legs dominantly; she shuffled a cushion
across with her lower leg and said; -~Kneel there and answer my questions
-(TM)- he knelt automatically before her without hesitation or apparent
embarrassment; the haughty Dom smiled at his obedience and this brought a
round of applause from the women.  They had him just where they wanted him.
They knew he was submissive, but this was going better than they could ever
have wished .  As they clapped he instinctively bowed his head slightly in
respect for this woman who had shown her natural superiority.  His balls
tingled and he felt pleasure at this first humiliation.  She fired all
manner of intimate questions at him; mainly at whether he had experienced
the situations suffered by the males in his literature, and if not , would
he like to?  He was open and honest with his replies and after answering a
few was happy to relive his burden in confessing to an obviously very
dominant woman.  The women gasped and giggled at his answers.  Dolores
listened intently.  She was very, very pleased with him.  When the Dom was
done, she spiked his chest with her raised heel, allowing him a peep of her
inner thighs and said; -~I think I may buy all the raffle tickets- I -(TM)d
love to have you alone to myself; if I don -(TM)t win, I may make Dolores
an offer she can -(TM)t refuse -(TM), the women chuckled and he was led
away and made to entertain another and another with his confessions.  The
women clapped in appreciation as the two left and closed the smoke behind
them;

   -~ I use these women to sample read prospective publications; they
-(TM)re always a good guide to what will sell- I can guarantee you -(TM)ll
be ok -(TM).  Dolores then looked at him expecting perhaps just a possible
small complaint about some element of the surprise that had been bestowed
upon him.  He just smiled back; he was elated somehow, not just with the
treatment he had received, but with the fact that they actually liked his
tales;

   -~Thank you Dolores -(TM) he said.  -~You may kiss my hand -(TM) she
said triumphantly, as she offered it to him and he duly did so; then looked
into her eyes in wonderment.  He was really enjoying this new life.  Next
she took him to a small caf�(C), which though not sited in the most
prominent position- it was not facing the sea or any particular point of
beauty- seemed to be frequented by an inordinate amount of people; there
were ten or twelve people sat there, some couples, some individually.  He
had noted many cafes facing the ocean which only had three or four
customers; there was obviously something different about this one.  She
looked at him with a sudden air of authority as a waitress came
close-(TM)ll have a coffee now, see to it!  -(TM) she said sharply and
audibly.  His sphincter quivered at this command and was only stilled when
she winked at him.  The waitress couldn -(TM)t fail to hear the command as
she passed behind Dolores and smiled smugly at the male who she could now
see was owned by this woman.  -~ Can I have Two white coffees please -(TM)
he said in his normal polite English fashion.

   -~Please MISS!  -(TM) said the waitress sternly.  -~Please ..Miss -(TM)
he said, mesmerised at the thought of being chided by a young waitress. 
-~That -(TM)s better -(TM)- she said; and strutted off to get the coffee.
Dolores smiled; -~you must know your place at this caf�(C) -(TM) ; just
watch that man over there- he espied a middle-aged man alone sipping at a
coffee and pretending to read a paper, whilst looking furtively about the
area.  A hefty buxom madam appeared from behind him, making him almost
jump. -~Good morning -(TM) he said as she hovered slightly, looking for
some form of recognition though it was apparent that they had never been
acquainted.  -~Well?  -(TM) she barked- he looked relieved- -~What would
madam like?  -(TM) With that she sneered at the little man as her vast
bottom descended to the chair; her generous cheeks enveloping the entire
seat.  -~Get me a black coffee immediately -(TM) she said, and he stumbled
off to beg the pleasure of the waitress.  He came back and sat; she smiled
at him.  -~You -(TM)ll pay here then you -(TM)ll come home with me and pay
again -(TM) she said as though broadcasting to the entire state.  He smiled
and so did she; blowing at the coffee to cool it in eagerness to depart. 
Dolores had been told of this caf�(C) by one of the ladies at the -~club
-(TM) they had just left- it was delightful.  This was no tacky -~call-girl
-(TM) situation; it was subtle, apart from the customary announcements made
by the various ladies to ensure humiliation from word go- it was almost
surreal, and none of the customers ever drank their coffee and left alone
in disappointment.  Dolores looked at him in a very different way now;

   -~Barbecue time I think -(TM).  Then she put on her air of authority;
-~Pay the waitress and make sure you are polite and give her a good tip.  I
-(TM)m going to take you home and teach you how to talk to your betters
-(TM).  Part Three As she drove him away from the South Beach area and its
multitude of pastel coloured cake-like buildings, and drove North toward
Sunset Lake, she talked business and spoke of her excitement in getting his
book ironed out format wise, illustrated -"with his direct help, and
published asap.  -~Then we -(TM)ll start thinking about your next
compilation; I hope you -(TM)re not homesick or anxious to get back quickly
-" I intend to keep you for as long as possible -(TM) she said smiling but
assertively .  He too wanted to get his book published, but was certainly
in no hurry to leave for the UK; the sun beat down on her modern Mustang
convertible as they cruised to her home, she was delectable and was making
it clear that she and her friends may have more than an interest in just
his talent for writing.  -~No I -(TM)m not homesick, and there isn -(TM)t
anyone or anything to rush back to; I -(TM)m only concerned at what it
-(TM)s costing you to keep me -(TM).  She turned her head from the road and
smiled at him seductively; -~We own the property you -(TM)re staying in,
and tourism is down due to the recession, so the cost there is minimal- we
-(TM)ll be taking a percentage of what your book earns, and it will earn,
trust me.  So don -(TM)t worry about the cost of flights etc.; we -(TM)ll
make you pay, one way or another -(TM) she said in a tone that made him
tingle, then she casually she placed her hand between his legs and stroked
him; -~I don -(TM)t want you to be shocked at what I will now tell you and
what the ladies ask of you when a few drinks have loosened their tongues
later- it -(TM)s quite apparent to us all already that you are as
submissive as the males in your stories; you must know that we shall all
take full advantage of you.  I will tell you now, I shall be the first to
enjoy your company intimately and you shall stay at my house after the
barbecue.  You would like me to dominate you, wouldn -(TM)t you?  She said
in a completely matter-of-fact tone.  He had a lump in his throat to match
that between his legs; -~Yes, I would love that -(TM) he said more calmly
than he ever thought he could have in this position.  He fought to come to
terms with what was happening and what she had just said.  As though she
read his mind she continued in a sincere and firm tone without smiling nor
with any menace in her tone; -~You will pleasure me for taking your
business on and I shall reward you for becoming my property in business and
person, we -(TM)d had the notion on reading your books which is why you
were invited over; on seeing you we were more sure than ever; I -(TM)ve
wanted to keep you from the moment I saw you, and all the ladies agreed on
Friday night that we would share you.  This will be mutual as this will
help you with the stories which we will demand you create -(TM).  She said
this as they crossed the causeway to Sunset Island, she turned a curve and
travelled a short distance to a huge white Hispanic house; she clicked a
remote and the gates opened.  She parked amongst several cars which were
already there.  He was weak at the knees as he left the car; she came to
him smiling again.  Then she pulled him close, she leaned teasingly into
him with pursed lips and he moved to meet her -

   -~Oh, she exclaimed; you see those two large windows at the top?  That
-(TM)s where you will become mine for the first time -(TM).  She then began
to move forward- he was disappointed at the promise of a kiss and then
denial.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  She stopped, smiled at him;
-~ -~Oh yes, I remember -(TM) and embraced him in a soft kiss.  -~Don
-(TM)t you get distracted by the other women tonight, I -(TM)m first and I
intend to have more than my fair share of you!  -(TM) She took him through
the beautifully furnished house and led him upstairs; he had trouble
following at first; was she to have him entertain her before the barbecue?
His emotions were confused by this; oh how he wanted to be allowed to
please this woman, his eyes once again trained upon that gorgeous rear. 
His heart leapt as his imagination boggled; what would she have him do? 
She took him into a large bedroom.  He trembled.  She then picked up from
the bed a white silky shirt with baggy sleeves, no collar, and a pair of
loose leggings.  -~Now take your shirt, pants, shoes and socks off -(TM)
she said- he was somehow relieved at this, and extra relieved that -~pants
-(TM) meant trousers in America.  -~As you can see, I -(TM)m dressed for
the occasion, and the other women will have a thirties movie theme with
their dress also -" you -(TM)re going to be our leading man!  -(TM) He did
as he was told and stood there in his pants which hid nothing; his manhood
virtually protruding from up the waistband.  She moved over to him ; -~Take
THOSE pants off as well; the ladies may wish to witness your arousal on
occasion, and this will humiliate you nicely; your pleasure will be easier
to fondle in these loose fronted leggings -(TM).  She smiled and moved up
to him, his manhood rigid at 45 degrees; she let him feel her clothed body
up against his nakedness, then gently cupped her hand under his balls and
the lower part of his member- she licked his ear and whispered; -~Later..
later..  I shall own you completely for the first time -(TM).  She was
careful not to allow his excited manhood dribble it -(TM)s now visible
lubrication on to her black dress.  She had him dress in the shirt and
leggings which were exquisitely comfortable and had him view himself in the
mirror; I look like a cross between Zorro and Huckleberry Finn he thought,
but the outfit seemed to lend itself to him somehow.

   -~I think you look the perfect -~Heathcliff -(TM) she said; -~a suitable
waif at the mercy of his betters- you shall have many mistresses tonight
-(TM) she said with a wicked tone.  She led him downstairs and down through
a passage toward open French windows; a very elegant and very fit and
curvaceous black lady stepped over and almost cheekily grabbed his hand,
smiling at he and Dolores -" -~This is Margot; she -(TM)s my housekeeper
-(TM) She squeezed his hand and pulled him closer and kissed his cheek with
her luscious ample, soft black lips; -~I -(TM)ve read your stories too, and
I -(TM)ve been promised I may keep you as well as the house, when an
occasion comes and the ladies are on business; You and I are going to act
out the part from -~Southern Belles -(TM) where -~Charlene Blanchford
-(TM), gets the man into the -~Pearl Bedroom -(TM)- that -(TM)s a promise!
-(TM) she said as she let go of his hand and stroked his chin, grinning
with pleasure.  He remembered the part in the book where a man is captured,
trussed and made to entertain a superior black goddess.  His manhood went
rigid yet again at the thought as he took in the scent of this dusky
dominant woman.  He would look forward to that.  Dolores smiled
triumphantly as she led him out onto the middle of the lawn, barefoot. 
Most of the ladies had arrived by now; those that had arrived earlier had
fired up the barbecue which was tended by several of them; the smoke
scented with various aromatic chippings lifted softly up through the palms
and out over the pool toward the lake.  There were women there he -(TM)d
not seen before; he was quickly introduced to -~Arabella, Tina, Celeste,
Agnes, Miriam -(TM)- each one a beauty in their own special way, each had
their own part to play in the publication of his book, each of them seemed
eager to get to know him under their terms .  Then on to familiar faces; as
he stood slowly surrounded by his new work colleagues they gave a round of
applause at his arrival.  Carole Danziger stood in front of him- she was
suitably attired as the ranch owning middle aged dominatrix she was in her
spare time; her lower body was intimately clad in skin tight jodhpurs which
held firm her generous thighs and bottom; her vulva outlined nicely
announcing her superior sex.  A tight red silk blouse heralded the fact
that she had no bra; her nipples pointing prominently at the promise of
what she now had before her, though in her mid-fifties her breasts still
remained reasonably firm; any sagginess only served to enhance her
blossoming maturity.  This was a dominant women who no man could dare
refuse; as a naturally submissive male, he would be all too willing to
please her fully at her slightest whim.  -~I take it you -(TM)ve told him
that he is now owned by us, Dolores?  -(TM) -" -~Oh yes Carole, and he
-(TM)s not made one single noise, gesture or any indication that he wants
it any other way; isn -(TM)t that so?  She said as she lifted his balls
gently under the soft material of his leggings.  -~Yes Dolores -(TM) he
said nervously yet with some pleasure- -~Yes what?  TELL us you want to be
owned FOREVER by the women of Ariadne!  -(TM)- -~Yes , Dolores, I want to
be owned forever by the woman of Ariadne -(TM); Those in earshot who had
gathered round to hear this group humiliation, submissive confession and
exercise in dominance applauded the oath, enhancing his humiliation and
inert pleasure.  -~Kneel before me -(TM) said Carole.  As he did she moved
forward.  At first all he could smell was the rich leather of her huntress
boots, then she put her hand behind his head and gently pulled his nose
right up to the crease in the midst of her vulva.  Camera -(TM)s flashed
and clicked for posterity and titillation after the event.  Her womanly
scent, even through the material of her jodhpurs was intoxicating. 
-~Tonight you have given yourself up for womanhood and we all shall have
our pleasure of you; I personally will have you at my ranch next Thursday
and you shall assume the position you are in at the moment once more- would
you like that?  -(TM)- he did not hesitate;

   -~Yes Carole, I would like that very much -(TM).  The ladies giggled at
his blatant submissiveness.  Carole then pulled his head right into her
crutch and he sniffed with all his might to take in as much of her superior
essence as he could.  She released him-~Thursday then -(TM) She smiled and
strutted off for a drink.  Judy and holly then took their turns at teasing,
and showing their pleasure at learning that he was now aware that this was
a mutual business deal, but very much a one-way relationship when on
personal terms.  -~We -(TM)re coming with you to the ranch; I -(TM)m going
to create some lovely illustrations from the pictures we take of you there!
-(TM) giggled Judy Fontaine who was now every inch the plump Betty Page,
though it was obvious she was trying to be -~Betty Boop -(TM) on this
occasion; tight black skimpy skirt which did not hide her even skimpier
panties; her heavenly haven just as apparent as Carole -(TM)s; she turned
teasingly and bent over, pulling his head into her rear, allowing him a
quick sniff at her ample bottom;

   -~Oh I can -(TM)t wait for Thursday, we -(TM)ll have such fun on the
plane, -(TM) she said , turning back again.  Holly looked at him sternly;
the older woman had let her hair down and put away her glasses, she too had
riding trousers on, but leather ones with baggy thighs, leather waistcoat
and a baggy sleeved blouse not unlike his shirt.  She carried a vicious
looking riding crop which she toyed with as she eyed him.  -~Yes -(TM) said
Holly, a quick drive to Opa-Locka to our executive jet, then a quick flight
to Dothan Field Alabama; just enough time on board for some -~mile-high
-(TM) pleasures, then on to Carole -(TM)s ranch near Ozark.  -~I shall have
time with you there, and I intend to tease some ideas out of you in my best
School-mistress fashion.  You WILL enjoy it!  -(TM) He was allowed to kneel
at the feet of a group of the women, headed by Dolores as they ate and
drank and talked about how the new book was to develop and how they would
all play their part in encouraging his deepest darkest desires to allow his
imagination to blossom and boost his creativity.  He felt ecstatic as they
teased him; he had a million ideas already.  Suddenly there was a cheer
from the women nearer the French Windows; he could not see why, being on
his knees.  -~Oh, said Dolores smiling more wickedly than ever- look, it
-(TM)s a lady from the Anne Desclos Suite we visited earlier- she -(TM)ll
be the raffle winner!  As though he were partly in a dream, partly in a
nightmare, the Haughty, assertive mature beauty in the pink strappy outfit,
who had shown him his place before women so commandingly and naturally
earlier on, walked slowly and deliberately toward him, winning ticket in
hand.  She strolled right up and placed her hand under his chin.  -~You
-(TM)ve cost me a fortune!  I bought every ticket I could, then set about
bribing the other ladies into selling theirs to me.  I promised those who
co-operated a treat if I won, and those who refused will be allowed to pay
me back tenfold if they wish to be treated too; you see I -(TM)ve chosen
the suite as the venue and I intend to make you pay dearly in return for my
efforts; the other ladies will witness your ordeal and you will be allowed
to pleasure them too!  -(TM) She bent down and squeezed his backside; -~Oh
you shall have such a spanking!  Roll on Tuesday week!  -(TM).  He
swallowed as she finished; how the women laughed at his predicament.  He
had not so much as tasted the nectar of a women, felt the stroke of a cane,
or been cursed at threateningly, yet he felt he was on the verge of
ejaculating already.  He noticed Dolores staring into his face with a
gentle sneer on her face;

   -~Tonight -(TM) she mouthed at him silently.  He was sure he -(TM)d
disgrace himself the moment she touched him.  One by one the women filtered
away, giving their regards to Dolores and each belittling or taunting him
in some way or other as they left.  Alone with him at last, Dolores stood
before him dominantly.  -~You shall remain kneeling till I call for you,
though I will take your clothes now -(TM).  She watched with satisfaction
as he removed his shirt and leggings and resumed his kneeling position in
the middle of her lawn.  It was a little cooler now as the sun had gone
down; the stars beginning to twinkle in a sky which quickly descended
through darker shades of inky blue.  He shivered slightly, more in
anticipation than with the drop in temperature; the barbecue not far behind
him, wafted the odd warm thermal as the embers slowed died out.  Then an
unmistakably feminine shape appeared; the bright lights from the French
windows silhouetting the form of the goddess Venus before him; naked as he
was.  The figure stood there for a minute, teasing his imagination and
anticipation.  Then the serene vision walked slowly toward him, a loop of
something on a string hanging by her side.  As the figure got closer, the
silhouette got no lighter; the pads of the feet were the only parts which
showed any light- it was the housekeeper.  -~Hello white boy -(TM) said the
magnificent apparition before him; she was completely naked and was the
image of any African fertility doll.  -~I -(TM)ve come to take you on the
first part of your journey onto complete submission to womanhood -(TM) she
said- she moved up close and he was overpowered by the sweet smell of her
femininity.

   -~Lift your chin up and look at me -(TM) she said; his eyes moved from
her thighs up past her glistening ebony breasts to her smiling face.  She
then took the loop, which was a collar and gently secured it tightly about
his neck.  She then pursed her lips and smiled more wickedly as she gave a
couple of tugs on the leash; he gasped as she revelled in her dominance
over this white boy who was now in her charge.  -~You will remain on your
hands and knees and will come with me-now!  -(TM) She tugged and he went
down on his hands and obediently padded along behind her, taking in the
beauty of her bountiful rear orbs which shimmered, glistened , and jostled
as she walked.

   -~I know what you -(TM)re looking at white boy; I -(TM)m going to plant
that on your face the first time we get to spend some time together! 
-(TM). The goddess walked him through a hallway and up a rounded marble
staircase which was a little painful on his knees, but the figure before
him and the thought of what lay ahead simply made him all the more anxious
to reach the top.  He was taken into a huge bedroom- there was Dolores,
lying back on a soft leather sofa; she was also naked and she smiled
sweetly at him -" he noted that she was truly auburn; a tiny patch of red
hair was carefully coiffured above her otherwise shaven womanhood.  She
suddenly looked at him with contempt.

   -~Tonight you will begin your worship, but I lied when I said I would be
the first; Have you ever pleasured a black woman before?  -~ Margot stroked
his hair and said;

   -~Would you like to?, would you like to be owned by a black housekeeper?
-(TM) Dolores smiled and leant over to a table and picked up her camera and
then a large vibrator; -(TM) He glanced from woman to woman in absolute
delirium; Dolores was as milky pale as Margot was seductively dark; -~Yes
Yes please I want to be owned by you -(TM) he almost cried this out and
both women giggled at his obvious torment; they knew he -(TM)d had a long
day and had received some merciless teasing -" now he would be rewarded. 
-~I shall watch while you service my housekeeper, then I shall spank you
for going with another woman and breaking your promise to me -(TM) she
sneered.  His journey was about to begin.  -~Yessss!  -(TM) said Margot as
she tugged him to the edge of the bed- she spread her legs either side of
him and tugged him forward to enjoy the spectacle up close as she slowly
lay back lifted her legs up and out to allow him to watch her delectable
black womanhood and sweet rear passage unfold before him; the scent of her
arousal was overpowering and his manhood was rock solid as he knelt there,
owned by the two women.  The camera clicked away and he heard the gentle
buzzing behind him.  Margot commanded him- -~Lick my pussy you worthless
piece of shit -(TM) and she tugged him down.  He lapped at the sweet black
folds like there was no tomorrow, exploring the luscious shiny jet black
lips, probing deep into the superior woman -(TM)s depths , relishing every
salty taste and aromatic tang that entered his nose and mouth -~Oh, I shall
cane you if you don -(TM)t bring me off within the minute -(TM) she said,
and he lapped and lapped at the little nub at the apex of her womanhood as
she writhed and tugged at the leash, moaning with pleasure.  His sphincter
twitched and his cock pulsated as he relished this act of servitude and the
possibility of being caned by this African goddess.  He was to be
disappointed on this occasion though, as she almost roared in a triumphal
orgasm and squeezed him with her glorious thighs as her juices flowed -"
the leash being pulled ever tighter to ensure he understood that he was now
hers.  She sighed and grabbed his hair;

   -~time to clean up my bottom -(TM) she said.  He needed no further
prompting; he caught Dolores in the corner of his eye; she wanted some
close ups of this; in to her tangy sweaty anus he went; the taste and smell
was divine, like honey.  Dolores took pictures of the smiling contented
housekeeper, dominating the willing submissive and having her bottom licked
clean in one of the ultimate gestures of submission.  Though he desperately
wanted to come, his outright obedience and humiliation in front of these
women who now allowed him to service them, gave him deep satisfaction.  As
Margot decided he -(TM)d completed his task satisfactorily, she began to
release her grip and slowly moved him away.  She got off the bed and stood
before him.  -~Now kiss my feet and thank me!  -(TM) she barked.  As he
went willingly down and kissed her sultry feet she announced; -~Mistress
Dolores will be away for a few hours eight days from now; I -(TM)ve decided
I shall cane you then anyway- beg me to cane you when I next have you! 
-(TM) He cowered before the lusty woman who was enraptured by every moment
of this humiliation; -~I beg you, please cane me when I next see you -(TM)
he said clearly and concisely; he was so glad he was not to be disappointed
after all.  -~Goodnight Margot!  -(TM) said Dolores, as the dark virago
left, without giving him another glance.  -~Come here right now!  -(TM)
barked the milky skinned auburn beauty- -~What do you think you are doing?
pleasuring another woman in front of me like that- Kiss my feet this
instant!  -(TM) As he went down and kissed her sweet toes, she slapped him,
not too hard, but hard enough to let him know she was going to punish him-
she had found herself a sturdy hairbrush.  He looked at her and she was
sort of half-smiling as she grabbed the leash and reeled him in; -~now you
shall taste your true mistress -(TM) she said sternly; his mouth was still
wet with Margot -(TM)s juices but his mouth watered all the more as
Dolores; the one woman he had really began to appreciate and obey lifted
her sweet legs and gave him his second bout of ecstasy that night; the
scent and taste of her aroused and succulent womanhood was totally
different to Margot -(TM)s; she was delectably spicy and he was in absolute
heaven as he probed and licked her sweetness for the first time; she did
not allow him to make her come at that point, but did allow him to lick her
beautiful anal orifice which was just as spicy and tangy as Margot -(TM)s ,
she moaned a little then stopped him;

   -~Lay across me- I -(TM)m going to give you the brush!  -(TM) She sat
hands on hips on the centre of the sofa with an extra cushion under that
milky white bottom -" this ensured he was elevated in the middle ensuring
his bottom was proud for her.  -~I -(TM)m now going to give you your first
spanking.  This will thoroughly humiliate you and you will know your place
whilst you receive payment from the woman that owns you- I shall then
face-sit you and may allow you your first reward, if I think you -(TM)ve
earned it -(TM) -" she proceeded to give him a vigorous spanking with the
brush; it stung like hell and he was soon reduced to tears.  Oh how he knew
he was owned.  After about twenty-five stokes she stopped and smiled at the
teardrops which ran down his cheeks; -~Thank me!  -(TM) -"

   -~Thank you --mistress -(TM) he said as his bottom throbbed and he
looked upon the woman who had shown him his place.  She urged him off and
stood up; she smiled at him and said-~look at the way you -(TM)ve made me
mess the seat!  -(TM) -" she pointed to where she had been; there was a
nice sweaty, juicy outline of her bottom- more juice and secretion to the
front;

   -~Lick that clean now, you bad boy!  -(TM) .  He licked the leather seat
clean of her essence; he already recognised the spice of her anal passage
as he eagerly lapped up for his mistress.  She led him to the bed.  -~Lie
down on your back!  -(TM) She climbed onto the bed and teetered above him;
she stood for a while, allowing him to relish the beauty of one of many
superior women who were to have their way with him -~Then she decsended ,
slowly , arching her back and extending her glorious bottom she squatted
just above him;

   -~Sniff the bottom of the woman who has just spanked you!  -(TM) she
said.  She allowed him the luxury of about thirty seconds to inhale her
sweet scent then she dropped onto him.  His nose was pressed against her
lovely anus and she rocked back and forth on his moth and chin, as he
lapped and sucked her juices- she moaned and moaned and nearly suffocated
him as she rode his face to a her first orgasm at the hands of the slave
who was now hers.  -~Put your tongue in my bottom, where it belongs!  -(TM)
she barked.  Then he felt her hand on his balls and she then raked her
nails slowly up his cock, torturing the glans delectably with their
sharpness , she teased for a while then took his manhood in her grip;

   -~Now you -(TM)ll have your reward- I want every last drop of your cream
-(TM) she stroked him and he felt pleasure like never before; he thought of
the day -(TM)s events leading up to Margot, and to where he now was- owned,
humiliated, at the mercy of a supremely dominant woman- his tongue probing
her sweet bottom-he was in heaven; -~Now you -(TM)ll come for me -(TM) she
said as she felt his first convulsive movements; waves of pleasure coursed
through his body as he tasted her bottom and thought of the spanking, he
was owned and he convulsed and spurted again and again in absolute ecstasy;
this was truly the best moment of his life.  Part Four He awoke next
morning to find Dolores smiling sweetly at him and stroking his face; she
nuzzled up to him and kissed him passionately on the lips.  His member
instantly rose to the occasion once more, she caressed it as it pressed up
against her thigh;

   -~Oh, I -(TM)m SO pleased with you -(TM) she said.  The venom of the
night before had gone.  She released his member;

   -~Cuddles only, today- I -(TM)ve had my turn- I shall have you again
soon, but you have an appointment with your illustrator, and I mustn -(TM)t
spoil it for her!  -(TM) After the release he -(TM)d had the night before,
he was happy just to feel affection from the woman who had so dominated him
the night before and had made him spend like he -(TM)d not had an orgasm
for three years.  He took in her sweet feminine scent and enjoyed the soft
warmth of her body.  After another hour or so of dozing, she led him from
the bed and into the shower room.  Though there was no hint of threat or
harsh command from her, she asserted her natural dominance by having him
shower her; he thoroughly enjoyed smoothing the scented milks and gels onto
to her body as she passed them to him.  They both especially enjoyed it
when he automatically knelt down and caressed the soothing mixtures into
the lower parts of her body and down her sensuous legs; she looked down at
him as he enjoyed being at her service; -~You -(TM)re really beginning to
genuinely know your place aren -(TM)t you -~ she said sweetly.  -~Yes
mistress -(TM) he said and gently kissed her abdomen just above the sweet
symbol of her womanhood that had been the ultimate object of his worship
last night.  Then he looked up at her; -~I don -(TM)t want to leave you
-(TM) he said.  She smiled; -~Don -(TM)t worry, I intend to have you back
on your knees in my bedroom within a few short days -"I -(TM)d like to keep
you all to myself, but I alone cannot prepare you for complete submission-
besides, you -(TM)ve seen how lovely the others are; I want you enjoy their
different tastes in domination, and as per your experience last night- this
will allow me to be severe with you when you return; I -(TM)m already
feeling too much affection for you.  Don -(TM)t forget; they are also your
business partners as well as your betters; we all need to be encouraged and
inspired in our work and you are the catalyst.  You must be brave and think
of me waiting to chastise you when you pleasure them -(TM).  After he had
softly rubbed and padded her dry, helped her apply her powders and perfume,
they dressed and went hand in hand down the marble staircase which had
tortured his knees the night before and went into the breakfast room.  No
sooner had they sat when Margot appeared with a tray of coffee and toast.
As soon as he saw her, his mind went back to the gorgeous spectacle she had
provided him with, the scent that had overpowered him, and the ease with
which she had completely dominated him.  She looked just as sexy in her
plain white uniform.  He was not sure what to say to her; he looked at her
supple yet feminine arms and thought of the cane he had been promised.  She
looked him right in the eyes and smirked; -~Good morning; you eat up some
toast now, I -(TM)ve heard you -(TM)ll need your energy later -(TM). 
Dolores smiled at both of them;

   -~Did you sleep well Margot?  You had plenty of wine at the barbecue
last night; I don -(TM)t suppose you remember much about it?  -(TM) Dolores
focused on him rather than her as she said this- she was enjoying the
tease. Margot took in a deep breath which pushed her breasts forward and
crossed her arms under them whilst looking straight at him, -~Oh, I
remember making a promise to someone -(TM) she said smiling wickedly.  She
uncrossed and pushed more toast toward him; -~you be sure to eat plenty
next Monday morning, won -(TM)t you?  -(TM) -" -~Yes Margot -(TM) he said
obediently.  They walked to the car across the sun -"drenched forecourt and
then drove down to Collins Avenue.  They walked into Ariadne and were
greeted by several of the staff; they were all extra pleased to see him
this morning, as he went by they whispered to each other and sneered- they
knew she -(TM)d began the regime with him last night and they ached to know
how it had gone.  She took him upstairs past several offices and into yet
another softly furnished lounge at the back.  -~Judy will be here in a
moment; she -(TM)ll want to get cracking with some ideas for her
illustrations and will use this opportunity to educate you at the same
time. I know you find her very attractive too -(TM).  He was tongue tied as
she turned to leave him; he grabbed her arm and she turned back, pulled him
into a kiss, then slapped his face.  -~I am in control, remember!  -(TM)
then she squeezed him.  -~Just think of what I -(TM)ll have you do when I
get you back -" and think of what Margot will do when I tell her you
stopped me from going about my business!  -(TM) She smiled, pecked him on
the lips and left.  As soon as she had gone, Agnes and Celeste, whom he'd
just met the night before came in and brought him a nice refreshing drink
which tasted like sherbert; it was sharp and a bit powdery.  Agnes, a
brunette of about 40, sat invitingly on the arm of the chair he was in,
allowing her skirt to rise up to give him a glimpse of her old fashioned
suspended stockings.  -~Did you like the drink?  -(TM) she said.  -~Yes
Agnes it was very refreshing -(TM) he replied.  -~It -(TM)ll help you stay
in touch with our work today; Celeste and I will assist you perform for
Judy; we -(TM)re going to have such fun -(TM) she giggled.  Celeste was a
copper-topped redhead of about 35; she had glossed her lips with a dark
maroon lipstick which along with her deep brown eyes helped to accentuate
her silky white skin.  She had tight black leggings on, and from the rear
her bottom imposed itself on the world beautifully; she took the glass from
him and turned and bent over to place it on a low table, allowing him a
panorama of her curves.  She then sat herself in his lap and put her arm
around his neck.  She squirmed on him, much to his immediate embarrassment,
as he grew hard with excitement.

   -~The drink is beginning to take effect -(TM) she said to Agnes.  -~we
don -(TM)t want you going soft on us do we?  -(TM) smirked Agnes as she
undid her skirt.  Celeste stood up in the chair and undid her leggings. 
-~You -(TM)re going to do just as we tell you when Judy arrives said
Celeste who undid his flies and toyed with his now rigid manhood.  Judy
arrived a couple of minutes later; ruby red lipstick contrasting with her
pale skin and jet black bobbed hair.  The girls continued to toy with him
as though it were the most natural thing on earth.  He tried to compose
himself ready to speak clearly to the buxom vixen but knew he would squeak
as the dominant redhead teased his cock.  -~Well , well, well!  what have
we here?  It -(TM)s the Heathcliff who spent the evening on his knees in
front of his superiors yesterday -(TM) she said as she leant over and stuck
a viciously sharp nail on the end of his member.  -~Did you like my outfit?
-(TM) -~Yes -(TM) he said sharply as Celeste squeezed him in anticipation
of his response.

   -~Well, as you now know, tomorrow we -(TM)re all going to be treated
with a trip to Carole -(TM)s Ranch for a couple of days, and I guarantee
you will have the time of your life.  So toady we are going to have a
little preliminary and make some sketches of your body shape in various
poses and positions; you know- as per your tales- at the mercy of various
women.  You -(TM)ll enjoy working with the three of us -(TM).  The two
harpies stood up as though by some telepathy.  -~Bring him into studio 2
she said; we -(TM)ll start with a little bondage and foreplay -(TM).  The
two led him through a large door in the rear of the room; this led to in
which there were various light fittings over a huge bed, a large black
padded area like a Judo mat, several strangely configured chairs and a
couple of modified commodes.  There were also several easels placed at
various points and lots of photographic equipment.

   -~You -(TM)ve been given Viagra to keep you perky, she smiled .  If you
perform well for the ladies we may allow you relief, but just the once. 
Today is in preparation for tomorrow and we -(TM)ll want you to be in tip
top condition for then.  Now off with your clothes.  -(TM) He was led naked
to the mat.  From this angle he could now see a pile of assorted ropes and
cords by the bed; Agnes had him kneel facing the pile and stood behind him,
hand under his chin to make him watch as celeste slowly walked over to the
pile, sorted a few cords and pulled them tight between her arms menacingly,
whilst s staring at him with a stern look.  She slowly sauntered back
saying; -~I am now going to truss you up and whip you till you beg for
mercy -(TM)-All the time Judy was furiously working her magic with crayons
at the easel and clicking away with a camera.  The ginger dominant then
stood for a moment, ropes in hand whilst Judy worked-~Ok -(TM) she said;
-~Oh, said Celeste, we need gag him first- we don -(TM)t wish to hear his
screams -(TM).  Both she and Agnes seductively eased their panties down
their legs.  Celeste neatly rolled her panties into a ball.

   -~Open wide!  -(TM) she said.  He quivered as he obediently opened his
mouth and allowed her to fill his mouth with her sticky underwear.

   -~now close.  -(TM) She said.  Agnes -(TM) panties were equally sticky
and she tied them round his face, ensuring the crotch traversed his nose.
Even without being bound he now felt helpless as he could no longer protest
had he wanted to.  Judy walked about taking in every angle with the camera.
They then bound his arms behind him.  Agnes smiled at him as she went over
and wheeled a large semi- circular padded bench up onto the mat.  He was
eased over it and She then worked a lever which shifted it forward, lifting
his feet clear of the floor.  They bound his ankles then tied a cord about
his neck and passed it under the bench and around his ankles.

   -~Oh you poor boy -(TM) cooed Agnes, as she moved the bench around to
face large wall mirrors so that he may enjoy seeing himself at their
complete and utter mercy.  Judy clicked and pencilled away.  Celeste
strolled over to him.  -~I shall now make you pay for every injustice that
males have inflicted upon women; I am going to whip the flesh from your
body.  You are a male and are inferior to women.  You will bear pain on
behalf of all males.  -(TM) She walked slowly away and he watched as she
slowly approached a chest; opened it, and produced a fearful looking black
leather bullwhip.  She posed whilst Judy did her work then slowly walked to
within ten feet of him.  He quaked with fear and anticipation; he was
completely helpless- he looked at the ginger beauty with the whip; he
WANTED to be punished by her.  She suddenly wielded the whip above her head
and struck out; -~CCraaccck!!!  He nearly emptied his bowels with fear. 
She had deliberately missed him.  Agnes stepped forward and pulled his head
up; she could see he was in a strange state of combined terror and ecstasy
. -~I want to see the pain on your face as you suffer -(TM)
-~CCRRAAACKKK!!! He felt the wind from the whip as it got closer-
-~CCRRAAACKKK, he winced as the slightest fibre from the tip touched the
cheeks of his bottom.  Agnes smiled and signalled to Judy and Celeste. 
-~Well done -(TM) said Judy as Celeste and Agnes untied him, giggling with
satisfaction.  -~You didn -(TM)t think I -(TM)d really whip you did you?  I
-(TM)m sorry about that last stroke; that was a bit too close for comfort!
-(TM) He was a nervous wreck.  They bound him and teased him in various
positions till they all grew tired in the late afternoon.  Judy was pleased
with her preliminaries and after they had all cleaned up in the shower
room, the three women took him back to Judy -(TM)s place on Meridian
Avenue. Her lounge was incredibly soft and fluffy for a dominatrix.  She
had a bed in her lounge as well as in the other three bedrooms.  They all
lay on it whilst surveying the sketches and hastily downloaded digital
photos.  He felt safe now, as the women had shown that they were not
entirely merciless, though their wicked mind games were pure torture.  They
mused at the day -(TM)s events and spoke excitedly of their trip to the
ranch tomorrow; Carole would not be so lenient with him tomorrow, they
teased.  His excitement was still apparent and the three of them looked at
each other -~We did promise -(TM) Judy giggled.  He was told to strip and
lay face-up on the bed.  The ladies tossed a coin.  -~Damn!  -(TM) said
Agnes and she was passed a nice big vibrator by Judy , which she took
almost reluctantly.  -~Yes -(TM) said Judy, -~Oh well -(TM) said Celeste.
The three looked at him- Agnes sat across his ankles facing up his body the
vibrator began to buzz -" she had drawn the short straw and would have to
watch and pleasure herself, though she still played a part in keeping him
-~anchored -(TM).  Next Celeste hovered above his head, facing Agnes,
though she would not see her for long; she eased herself on to his face. 
He took in her sweet scent and remembered how she -(TM)d teased him with
the whip.  He sniffed and slurped at her divine ginger pussy and tight
little button.  Judy applied the coup de grace; she took his aching
erection and eased her silky wetness over it- he felt enveloped.  Soon the
three were jigging and moaning; he was completely helpless again but there
was no threat of a whip this time.  Agnes buzzed and whimpered, Celeste
rocked and moaned, Judy bucked and squeezed, sucking the goodness from him.
With almost choreographed timing all four reached a crescendo and he gave
himself up to them in absolute ecstasy; pumping as much as he could as Judy
bucked up and down in the depths of an orgasm, his legs bent up and down at
the knees as Agnes did the same, his face nearly wiped off his head by the
vigorous and wholesome orgasm experienced by Celeste.  Spent, the four
wrapped themselves about any part of each other that was available and
drifted off to sleep.  To be continued -