0 comments/ 17242 views/ 1 favorites A Reality Check Ch. 01 By: GoddessNyx SwtCheeks Introducing Goddess Nyx and Sweet Cheeks Chapter 1: The Hotel Room Las Vegas – Land of Opportunities, where the line blurs between fantasy and the new reality. In the hotel suite, chilled champagne and an enormous opaque-wrapped gift basket awaited them. Goddess Nyx and Sweet Cheeks were here for a reality check. A year into their changed relationship, she was meeting her on-line mentor, Mistress Simone, to demonstrate how she'd converted her extroverted husband into a submissive/slave. It hadn't been easy for either of them. Unlearning to acquiesce and embrace her own power was a heady experience for the Goddess. Sweet Cheeks longed to let go of decision-making and responsibility. Now that it was happening, he felt like he'd stumbled down the Rabbit-hole. "For the next week, this is home and you will act appropriately, like we were still in the Bay Area," Goddess Nyx said when they entered the suite. "So, get naked, NOW. Then go draw me a bath so we can get ready to go out." She ran her hand up and down his cock as she instructed him. Sweet Cheeks did as he was commanded, and took a quick, but thorough, shower while Goddess Nyx soaked in the perfumed oils in the Jacuzzi tub. When directed, he eased his wet body into the tub and lathered her, caressing each toe, every inch of her legs and fingers and arms. Perfume mingled with her own hot scent to fill the room. He massaged her nipples until they were hard and her body began a rhythmic beat. When she rolled over, her head and neck leaned in the niche of the tub and he continued the lathered massage on her shoulders and back. As he traced the shape of her hips and gorgeous gluts, her smooth skin was irresistible. He worked the muscles over and over again. From the top of her crack, around to the hips, down to the thighs and back up the middle, his touch deepened as she relaxed into the moment. One hand cupped under the front of her hips to support her crotch, enhancing her body's pulse, while he continued to massage the area around her cute anal hole. Her hips opened to his touch on her backside; the front of her body curled around his other hand. One finger now circled from the clit to the edge of her cave, while the other hand kept teasing the space surrounding her asshole. Her body told him she was pleased. Rolling over again, she faced Sweet Cheeks, her backside in the water, breasts floating on the surface, nipples still tight and high. He oiled his finger and moved it lightly into her asshole when she shifted to rest her buns on his hand. Goddess Nyx spread her legs over his body, her knees on his shoulders, pushing harder into the hand prowling her pussy. Grabbing his hair, she drew his head to her left breast. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, tonguing its tip. Then he licked and kissed the entire breast and went back to the tip again. Alternating his attention from tit to tit, he made her body purr like a tiger. Tongue pulled back, he opened his mouth wide and her breast moved in and out and fucked him. His body was reacting way too intensely; he tried to steady himself without disturbing the pleasure he was giving to Goddess Nyx. "More, Sweet Cheeks. I want more from you." His heart was ready to leap from his body by this time. He kissed his way down to her hairline, took a breath, and the went under. Her clit found his mouth and pushed against him as little air bubbles surrounded their connection. He turned his head for more air, and went down again. His tongue was coated with her juices. As the air bubbles tickled her labial lips, his tongue coaxed her body to another climax. Waves of passion hit and rippled into the tub. All this time, his finger was still lightly in her asshole. He moved it ever so slightly, to shift her position, but it had the effect of turning the engine back on. Smiling, her face flushed and fair, she moved down on his finger again and rolled her hips towards him. "This evening is going to be very special, Sweet Cheeks. You must trust and obey me absolutely. It's very important to me. Do you understand?" Yes, Goddess, I understand. Nothing is more important to me in the world than to please you. I'll do everything you want." "Yes you will, my slave. Everything. Now, help me out of the tub." She stretched and ground her buns around his finger, as her desire built again. "NO! Keep your finger in my hole while we do this," she commanded, when he started to pull back from her butt. Her hands found the edge of the tub. She eased herself into a squatting position, feet on the seat of the tub, and then started to stand up. He moved closer to her and scrambled onto his knees to stay in proper position. Gingerly, he turned them both sideways, climbed out on his knees, one arm extended halfway to keep his finger connected with her anus exactly as it was. She stepped up with one foot, her hand on his head. He followed the shift of her body as she stepped out. She rocked her hips forward. Drawing his head into her crotch, she rubbed his nose into her lips and he touched her clit with the very tip of his tongue. All wet, inside and out. Sweet Cheeks didn't know whether to keep his head in her crotch or dry her off. Her body screamed "Suck me out!", but he didn't want her to catch cold. She pulled his head back and told him to dry her body with his tongue, beginning at her feet. He contorted around and did as he was told. His arm was aching now, but he dared not move it any more than absolutely necessary to dry her off. When the front of her legs and her feet were dry, he moved up to her crotch, but she shoved his head away. From a squat, he eased into a half standing position. He licked and sucked her fingers slowly and sensually, then worked his way up to her breasts, arms and neck. Accidentally pushing too hard trying to reach her shoulders, his finger went further into her backside. She pulled back a little and slapped him hard on his face. "I told you to keep your pressure just as it was before." Shifting herself to where she wanted to be, she slowly turned around so he was facing her back. "Continue your task." Sweet Cheeks felt his arm, hand and finger throbbing from holding this position for so long. He glanced at his own crotch while he tried to figure out how to reach the rest of Goddess Nyx without disturbing her anal pleasure. To his chagrin, his own cock had packed it in during the last few minutes. Not good! Goddess Nyx demanded that he be at attention – which meant that his rocks were to be tight in and his cock jutting out ready to service her. They'd worked on this in his basic training. It was more difficult now, staying at attention when he was trying to ignore his own physical discomfort. He knew how fortunate he was that Goddess Nyx wanted his dick engorged. Many Mistresses, he'd heard, denied their slaves a hard-on except when they specifically wanted to tease it themselves. She felt his distraction, clamped her buns tight around his finger, and kicked her foot back into his crotch. "I thought so! What's the matter with you, slave? Where's that post that's supposed to be ready for me? I can't believe what's happening." "Please, Goddess, I'm so sorry. I just lost my concentration." Almost sobbing, his pain growing in his arm, his Richard became a smaller and smaller Dick. Pulling away from him, she sat down on the chaise. Her body was dry now, though she wasn't aware of that. "Crawl your ass over here, and bring my leather strap." She could not ignore this lapse, or it would undermine all that they'd worked on. Crawling to where she sat, he lay across her lap when she motioned him to do so; his cock dangled between her spread legs. The strap brushed his cheeks twice gently, then smacked him hard. His body arched, butt muscles gripped together. When she rubbed the stinging gluts for a moment, his cock came to life, and she clamped her legs tight around it. Telling him to count, she hit him again. His buns clenched, so she told him to use his hands to spread his cheeks. The count started over. Every so often, she would stop the swats to run her hand up his crevice. When she did this, he spread his reddening cheeks even further apart; the smacks of the strap inched closer to his hole. By the time they reached 25, his body was rocking to meet the strokes and his buns were sore. But his dick was long and strong and ached to connect with the hole in the center of his Goddess's universe. Her legs pulled on his cock; she teased his hole and he strained to meet her finger. She released her grip on his groin, rubbed his very red, very luscious sweet cheeks, and pushed him off her lap. Sitting at the edge of the chaise, she turned him around to face her. Head down, he waited for her next command. As she stood up, she pulled his head back to meet her crotch. "You failed me earlier. You interrupted my orgasm, slave. Now make it up to me." Sweet Cheeks almost cried, so happy to be able to redeem himself with his Goddess. He eagerly sought her clit and began to pull on it with his lips. "This isn't a race! Start gently, and be thorough." Her nails dug into his back, which focused him, and he kissed her clit exactly as she liked it. His tongue continued to work her pussy, teasing the tiny curls of hair that framed her cunt. All around the edges, across the clit, back down to the vaginal pass, he made love to his Goddess, expressing with that tongue all that he could never say. All the way to the edge of her ass, then back to her cunt and in as far as it would go his tongue worked; his hands cupping her butt, pulling her closer. Again and again he licked and sucked and urged her to reach her heights of passion. As she came and her juices flowed into his mouth, he hungrily lapped them up, his cock strained with primeval force. Moaning and probing even deeper, his tongue sought the last of her expression. After fifteen minutes, she pulled back and had him move a low bench by the foot of their bed out into the center of the room. She motioned him to lay on his back, legs extended. Facing forward, she swung a leg over his body and mounted his wildly dancing dick. Her tits were not far from his face, nipples teasing him inches from his mouth. Thrusting her pussy down, she took him in as far as she could. Her momentum pulled hard at his balls as she worked his cock, grinding forward and back. Again and again she repeated this process, thinking only of her own satisfaction. Feeling his body at the edge of exploding, she dug her nails into his chest. "You'd better not cum until I command you to!" Gasps escaped from his lips, as she continued to pleasure herself at his expense. Having reached her own orgasm, she removed herself from his body. Turning to face his feet, she put her pussy over his mouth, making him drink her juices. As he licked her pussy, she watched his cock continue its dance. She smacked his thighs, and he pulled his heels onto the bench, knees out, to expose his balls. In this position, she loved to rub and stretch his dick, squeeze and scratch his balls. He flinched under her nails and again when she pinched his nipples hard as he continued to clean her pussy with his tongue. The texture and his response when she did this really turned her on, and him, too – as much as he wished it were not so. She yanked his jewels to remind him that the cock and balls belong to her. Sweet Cheeks continued to worship her cunt, sucking her clit, licking the folds, his tongue deep in her cave. Back and forth, keeping up with her body's rhythms. She ground her crotch into his face once more, then pulled away. His cock begged for release, which she denied. His heart raced and his breathing was ragged. She smiled to herself as she walked away to dry her hair. "It's time to get ready for the evening, Sweet Cheeks. Bring my makeup kit and get on your knees – I need a place to sit." Goddess Nyx is a voluptuous redhead, with hazel eyes and a creamy complexion. Her 5'5" body is All Woman. She fills a 38D like she owns the world. Her waist and rounded hips are just the right size to be striking – no mistaking her for a starved model. Emerald Green is a color that could have been invented just for her. Finishing her makeup, she stepped into her garter belt, then sat down on Sweet Cheeks again. Her crotch rolled against the back of his neck, her legs draped over his shoulders. He kissed her feet as she positioned herself. Caressing her legs, he put on her silk stockings. Her body moved forward as he eased each one over her toes, foot and ankle. She rubbed backward as he made his way up her calf and thigh. Sweet Cheeks was frantic as his hips and crotch started moving on their own to the point where pre-cum started to drip. She grabbed her hairbrush and slapped his ass hard. "NO, Sweet Cheeks! There are so many new things we can do, but only if you can handle what we've already practiced. "If you please me tonight, I may choose to let you come – so remember all we've done in training." He apologized and struggled to stay at proper attention. Yes, he had no say in sex (or anything else) at this point. But when Goddess Nyx gave him permission for relief, it was unlike any previous experiences. The intensity scrambled his senses, and his body ached for that again. Goddess Nyx put her foot under his chest and motioned him up. It was time to dress. Wearing only her garter and stockings, she slipped into her emerald silk wrap dress, which clung to her breasts with magic support. "Wear this tonight." She handed him a pair of her panties – a tiny thong that barely covered her own triangle. Sweet Cheeks is 6' tall, a former football player who carried his 200 lbs. well, has smoldering eyes, dark hair and skin that loves the sun. His broad shoulders and narrow waist set off the most exquisite buns Goddess Nyx had ever seen on anyone besides a ballet dancer. Hence, his new name of Sweet Cheeks. He pulled the tiny thong over his eight-inch penis, stood with his feet apart, hands behind his back, as Goddess Nyx inspected the fit. Tight didn't begin to describe it. The piece of material formed a raised tent over his boner; his circumcised head peeked out over the top ruffle. The strap defined his balls into two distinct sacs, like a 'lift-and-separate' bra, then dug deeply up his ass, with the same effect on his cheeks. "Stretch for me, Sweet Cheeks. Do the yoga moves you've been practicing." He closed his legs, reached high over head and arched back into a Sun Salutation. More pecker peeked out. When he bent forward, straight legs, his crack hugged the strap. From there, he went down on his knees, head to the ground, like a bitch in heat. He reached around and spread his cheeks so his hole was wide open, balls strained, his cock raising the tent, thinking to himself it was going to be a long, long night. Goddess Nyx straightened him upright, tucked his cock back under the tent and told him to put on his suit. Yes, they were ready to meet Mistress Simone – Sweet Cheeks didn't even know she existed. Mistress Simone in her email had said, "Be open to whatever develops tonight." Goddess Nyx knew that once they left their suite, she and Sweet Cheeks would never be the same. She took a deep breath, and headed for the door. Let the games begin. ****** This is the first time I've ever submitted a story like this. Several more chapters are in the works. Thanks for meeting Goddess Nyx and Sweet Cheeks! A Reality Check Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Erotic Vegas Ballet at MOTHER'S OTHER PLACE Note: Chapters 1 and 2 introduced new Domme Goddess Nyx, her sub Sweet Cheeks, and their Las Vegas adventure at Mother's Other Place. * More electric energy bounced and built up as they waited for the show to start at Mother's Other Place, one of THE Femdom clubs in the country. So far, it had been a blow away evening. A funny, funky striptease by Goddess Nyx's submissive Sweet Cheeks had the crowd howling. The Long Dong Contest had indisputably endowed contestants offered by their Mistresses, and the winner was WOW! Clever twist to assuage the Ladies who'd lost money betting on some of the boys -- using them to demonstrate the latest items from the Toys and Tools Collection. And now, they waited for the evening's highlight to begin. If anyone had inside information about what it was going to be, they weren't telling. Usually, Club Members shared their own talents, as well as that of their subs and slaves, for the show. Some special, unannounced celebrity must be joining them tonight. But who? The buzz got louder, along with the clinking of champagne glasses around the room. Sensual jazz, with a Miles Davis "Sketches of Spain" flavor, began to paint the room. The Ladies quieted as lights filled in the outlines created by the music, apparitions suddenly taking form. Obscure almost-images of the earlier evening ripened into shadows on stage. Three pairs were gradually revealed by the changing shades and hues of the lights. Living sculptures intertwined, now unlacing and rejoining. Nude bodies gloriously celebrated the human form, undulating and embracing, as the elusive structure of colors created an exquisite design. Each existed in its own universe on stage. Legs and arms wrapped around each other, skin touching skin, the male behind the female, melding his body to hers. Moving as if notes of the music, rising and falling, holding the full beat, he was her shadow connected. Each couple had its own rhythm, yet they all found the same melody. A loud murmur and a burst of applause shot through the room as the Ladies recognized the world-famous Prima Ballerina. Her partner was a gorgeous male wearing only a black hood, exposing his eyes, nose and mouth. His tall, well-built body glistened, drawing attention to his well-hung woody. The Ballerina's shoulder-length raven hair followed as an echo as she and her partner tangled and untangled their way to the center of the stage, lights playing every part of their bodies. Ocean blue yielded to teal which turned to aqua as they spun apart and regrouped. While the other two couples continued their sensual entanglements at stage right and left, bathed in the same changing lights, the Ballerina and her partner swayed together, then separated. Her lithe body moved away; he followed. Turning, she grabbed his huge golden cock, leaning her body backwards. They circled, heads arched away from each other. A saxophone solo urged them on. Sensuously, she led him around the stage by his cock to a back-bend bench and draped his body over it, face up. His hands went over his head, touching the floor behind him, feet flat on the floor at the other end. At the center of the curved apparatus his engorged cock stood like a flagpole, straight and proud. Holding on to his shaft, she stretched away from his body, leaned sidewards, standing between his feet. She turned towards his body and bent forward. En pointe, she pulled him upright, then took his balls in both of her hands. He stood and lifted her at the waist. She released her grip on his balls, and he raised her higher. Moving her legs away from him she leaned her small, perfectly shaped breasts into his face. The rose-colored lights intensified the impact of her erect nipples. Sucking and pulling on each tit, he held her in this position, slowly pirouetting. When he stopped, she angled her lower body back towards his, then slid her feet down his legs and stood on the tops of his feet. She pinched his nipples hard, her upper body arched away from him. Her crotch touched his cock and it moved towards her. She let go of his reddened nipples as she stepped off and between his feet and grasped his cock again. Down between his knees and through his spread legs she slid. His forward tumble followed her as they circled back upright again. She walked away then turned and ran to him. Lifting her high overhead, he brought her pussy to his lips and began to suck. Her open legs rested on his shoulders. Still kissing her cunt, he moved slowly to the bench, lowering himself onto his back. She ground herself onto his face, pushed his arms over his head, then braced her hands at the fold of his hips. Her long dark hair shimmered in the light. Untangling from the shadows, the other couples wound themselves to the floor, embracing, rolling over each other, until they met in front of the bench. The males were face up on the floor. The females rolled off their males and walked to the couple on the bench. The voluptuous Blonde's hair was pulled into a knot at the top of her head. A discreet tattoo shone on the left cheek of her firm, round ass; her luscious breasts bounced with each step. She cuffed the hands of the hooded male to the bench, and ran her tits up and down his arms. The Redhead stretched, showing her full bush, as she wrapped herself around his lower legs and ran her long red nails along his thighs. Sunset colors danced with his straining pole. The horns wailed with the throbbing background beat. The Ballerina shifted her position to face his cock and lowered her cunt onto his face. The two males snaked to the sides of the bench, still face up. She slid her toes around their shafts like putting on a pair of sandals, then used their bellies as a step and support. They moved in synch with her as she forced her partner's tongue deep into her pussy, riding it like she was on a horse. Tipping forward, she felt him shudder as she took his huge cock into her mouth. The colors of the room changed with her motion, and the jazz got heavier and deeper into the mood. She sat back upright and took her feet off the dicks of the males on the floor. They each took one of her feet in their hands, rose from the floor to standing position. Lifting her until she was in a full split, they turned her around, holding her in the air. When she was perfectly positioned over the throbbing cock, they lowered her onto it, and resumed their positions under her feet. Her body undulated with the music and the energy coursing through her. He propped his legs so she could lean back and continued her pleasure as she rode him, her feet now in stirrups on the bench. The Blonde's male crawled to the head of the bench. She stood on his back, then eased herself onto the hooded male's face and rocked as he ate her pussy. Thrusting up and down with the music, delight showed in her face as his tongue worked its magic from her clit to tail. Her smile didn't need the lights to be seen at the back of the room. The Redhead's male crawled to the foot of the bench and began to caress her buns. She moved her hips out and he kissed her cheeks, running his tongue up her crevice, back and forth. The intensity built and their bodies pulsed with the music. The Blonde rolled back and released the cuffs, and the Redhead stepped away. They and their males watched by the bench, then faded to the sides, as the Ballerina dismounted and her partner came upright. Their pas de deux took them to center stage. She turned to him, leaped high into his arms and lowered herself slowly onto his beautiful penis. His hands held her cheeks as she pumped herself up and down. Clenching her crotch firmly onto his dick, wrapping her legs around his waist, she leaned back till her head was barely off the floor. Her partner twirled her like an airplane, circles within circles. The audience gasped as the pace and number of twirls increased. After a dozen orbits, while he slowed down, she curled herself back up, and hugged his neck. He sucked hard again on her nipples, holding one in his teeth then released it as they stopped spinning. He was still inside her, following her body's motion, as the music lured them back to the bench. This time the Ballerina was on her back, her partner above. He pushed hard all the way into her cunt, then pulled out slowly, till his tip was barely touching her. Again and again he did this, her body flowing, his ready to explode. As the Redhead and her male returned from the side, she held an 18 inch double-ended marbled dildo. She fondled and danced with it around the bench. When she pushed her male to his knees, he began to nibble her clit and cunt, lubing her with his mouth and tongue till her juices ran. She inserted one end of the dildo into his mouth; he licked and readied it with a good blow job. She placed the lubed end into her pussy, leaving a good 12 inches hanging free. Grabbing the exposed end, she approached the bench. The Blonde began playing with and preparing the ass of the Ballerina's partner. He spread his cheeks for her, continuing to pump the Ballerina. The Blonde and her male drifted behind and towards the middle of the bench, their bodies rippling with the action. The Redhead stood on the back of her male and started rubbing the dildo against the lubed crack. Slowly she pushed its tip into his hole, matching his rhythm in the Ballerina. Then, as he was able to take it in, pushed when he pulled back so his body was rocking. His large cock felt even fuller with the pressure from the dildo. He moaned, but kept his rhythm. Was it pleasure or pain? The Ballerina also began to moan and pulled harder onto his huge dick. With each upward move, he was forced onto the dildo the Redhead was working further into his ass. The combined stimulation from both sides led him to the point that he almost lost control and exploded. Realizing that, the Ballerina eased off her pressure. She pushed his body away and replaced his dick with his mouth in her crotch, and made him suck her cunt juices. The Redhead and her male yielded ground as his body moved towards her, maintaining the dildo's rhythm. She dug her nails into his cheeks, lost in her own joy. After a moment, the Ballerina pulled him back into the fucking position and demanded more. The Blonde came closer and positioned a big, ripe nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard. With her male's face fully in her crotch, she reached her first climax of the night. The Ballerina continued to climax and pulled her partner's buns wider apart. The Redhead kept pushing the dildo, working herself into orgasm. Only seconds away from him coming, all three females reached orgasmic heights. The Blonde slid back and straddled her male as the Ballerina slowly pushed her partner off her pussy, and harder onto the dildo, then pulled him away from that, too. The Redhead removed the dildo from her cunt and sat on her male's back. Beautifully separating from their entanglement of the bench, slithering around each other, groping, touching, caressing, they stepped back into being couples who continued to curl and connect, in their own space. They whirled, then slowed, and reformed into the ethereal sculptures they began as. The lights retraced their patterns and shades, and the music drifted off into a memory of itself. The stage faded to black. Utter silence for a moment, then pandemonium, as the Dommes and their slaves caught their breath and roared their appreciation. The lights came back up as Mistress Simone took the stage. "Was it everything I told you to expect?" They shouted and whistled and stood, still clapping. "Let me introduce our performers. Prima Ballerina, Denise! She's taking a quick break from her international tour to be with us this weekend. This was her choreography. Amazing." Goddess Denise came forward, wrapped in a raw silk painted sari. She blew kisses to the crowd as they gave her a standing ovation. "Lady Jeannette and Mistress Kaitlin – well done. You were marvelous, and we appreciate you missing out on the first day's other events in order to be part of our surprise." The Blonde and Redhead stood on either side of Mistress Simone in sheer robes. "My slaves Dominic and Zachary, I'm proud of your performance tonight. Perhaps I'll have a special treat for you later." They bowed their naked bodies low to their Mistress, then backed off stage. "And I'm especially proud to introduce our Prima Ballerina's partner. Mistress Isabella, your big boy has done it again. Mistress Simone led the hard-breathing hooded body to the center of the stage. "Ladies, this year's extra twist included a starring role for our Long Dong winner. He had to learn his role during the spanking portion of the contest, and was commanded to see that all three Ladies climaxed, but was not to release his seed in the process. "This was an excellent demonstration of his training. The Ladies agreed he did a superb job servicing them. He showed off his amazing cock, and contained himself, coming just to the edge without falling over it. Bravo!" Mistress Isabella came on stage and removed the hood from her slave. He dropped to his knees, his body heaving as he caught his breath. She pulled his head to her crotch, hugging him, then turned him to face the audience, who continued their appreciation. "This concludes our evening's entertainment. Looking at the time, I can't say we'll resume tomorrow – it's already tomorrow! So, be back in the afternoon for the scheduled seminars, and join us in the evening for another wonderful round of contests and entertainment. "And now, my Dears, enjoy the rest of your night. This is Vegas, after all." With that, she raised her eyebrows, rolled her Top Hat, jauntily placed it on her head and left the stage. Her band switched to music to get people moving along. Laughter, snatches of dozens of conversations, and the sound of leave-taking activity filled the room. The waiter stopped at Goddess Nyx's table with directions to Mistress Simone's suite. The group would be gathering in about fifteen minutes, if she cared to freshen up first, and offered to take her sub to where that group was being collected. She thanked him and sent her bewildered Sweet Cheeks off with him. She left her booth and wondered what to expect at the intimate party with Mistress Simone. She was running on adrenalin now, almost overload. And she wouldn't trade it for anything. A Reality Check Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Power, Submission and the Blue Tattoo A UFO seeking a hospitable landing site need only locate the night lights of Las Vegas. Billions of megawatts beam their message to all life forms capable of cognition – "Welcome!" "We're Tolerant!" "There's plenty of room to land the largest space craft." "Play! Spend!" Quickly scan the creatures walking the streets; some may have accepted the invitation. As they say, what happens on the road . . . Whooshhh! Ahhh! When the elevator opens onto Mistress Simone's private party at her Penthouse, a.k.a. "Mom's Attic", it is clear that Vegas is deep in transmission mode again tonight. A submissive male in red bow tie, black leather vest and jock greets and offers Goddess Nyx a glass of champagne. As she sips, she follows the panorama window by window. At the north end of the room, about 180 degrees from where she starts, the collected subs sit on benches. Easy to spot the experienced ones, stoic but alert. The rest are like designer dogs ready for pickup at the Groomer's – they've suffered the poking, handling and sundry indignities of the day. Confused and feeling abandoned, each waits for his Mistress to take him home. Sensing her presence, Sweet Cheeks looks up expectantly. Before she can react to him, Mistress Isabella calls to her, "There you are! We've been looking for you . . ." The rest is muffled as they rejoin the party. 'Well, at least she knows I'm here.' He looks around. Where are Big Boy and some of the Long Dong contestants? Sent home by their Mistresses? One male is fully dressed in street clothes, a couple more are in tight pants, others . . . others, like him, are in jocks or ladies panties, or harness contraptions. All wear collars and leashes. He doesn't realize that he and Goddess Nyx share a common feeling about the surreal evening – neither has a clue how it will end nor what comes next. His mind wanders as he waits. *** His body jerks as Sweet Cheeks tries to make sense of the whirling room closing in on him. "What the FUCK!!!" Ms. Rich Bitch in punk chic goes flying as he rips his taut, muscular body from her probing fingers. Glitter from her hair floats like confetti as she falls. A scissors-wielding bastard with a "You die!" smirk on his face slouches against a barstool, eating up the tension. Goddess Nyx, crossed arms smashed against her breasts, tries to find voice for her rage, while desperately suppressing an icy shard of fear. No. This is NOT happening. Not to him. Not now. Not ever. Reality Check. Past, present, and future implode. He struggles from his nightmare. Eyes open now, clammy with sweat, he doesn't know if he's into another bad dream or is awake. He's worse than naked, wearing red women's panties and a heavy leather collar, surrounded by other equally bizarrely dressed males. 'Breathe,' he tells himself. 'It's Vegas. You'll be going home soon.' *** ". . . No shit! The strip Sweet Cheeks did at the start of the evening wasn't planned?" "Well, I know he has a sexy body, and has done some cute dances for me, but – I don't know – it must have been – " Goddess Nyx takes a big gulp of champagne, "something in the bubbly at dinner . . ." Laughter, other voices rising and falling. " . . . And THAT'S how last year's contest ended!" Glasses clink toasts as snatches of conversations fill the space. Earnest new members (like Goddess Nyx) seek counsel from those who've been around the scene for a bit. What works to keep focused? How do you treat your sub? What do you do with him – how do you use him – in public? How do you get what you want, when you want it? What disciplinary tactics are most effective? What seminars have you taken here? What toys and tools do you like the best? Ever have to use safe words? What about love? Ideas rip fast and free. "Trust yourself, but push your limits." "Back off and you lose the opportunity to see what will work for you." But there is concrete advice, as the Ladies network. Sharing is the secret treasure of Mom's Attic and the Club. Mistress Simone, dressed now in a form-fitting sequined gown, circulates, savoring the great evening. She takes time to talk with each of her guests, impeccably timing her interruptions. "My Dear Goddess Nyx, thank you again for sharing Sweet Cheeks tonight! What do you think about the weekend, so far?" "I can't believe this is real. How can I thank you for – for everything over the past year? And the chance to meet these amazing Ladies. If the window were open, I'd probably float into space!" Her copper hair and dazzling emerald green dress glow as she twirls around. They chat a few more moments, then Goddess Nyx asks, "A favor – where can I get my hair done, perhaps have a massage, and, um, also find a special place for something I want for Sweet Cheeks?" She blushes as she explains. Mistress Simone grins at the last request. "I know just the place to send you for all three." They walk to her Attic office, slightly away from the noise. Goddess Nyx stares, wide-eyed, as her Hostess picks up her phone. It's almost 3:00 a.m. A moment later . . . "Yes, Darling, I know what time it is. What are you doing in bed so early, alone?" With a throaty laugh, her head nodding, she continues. "Listen, Darling, I have a very special new Member with me right now, and I want you to take care of a few things for her. You are the best, and she deserves only the best." Goddess Nyx shakes her head in amazement when Mistress Simone finishes her conversation. "I don't know what to say." "Your face says it all! Please, my Dear, this is a time to celebrate and explore. You are among friends and like-minded, understanding people, so go enjoy. At some point, you'll be in a position to pass along a favor, and I know you will. We share our knowledge and resources." They walk back to the party. "Have you met Lady Melanie? She lives near you, and is a marvelous person to know. Let me introduce you." As Mistress Simone leads her to a strikingly featured woman standing at the window, she adds, "Please stay as long as you'd like tonight. When you are ready to leave, just tell my boy by the elevator, and he'll have the chauffeur take you back to your hotel." With that, she introduces the two Ladies and leaves them to chat. Goddess Nyx desperately wants to memorize every detail of the evening, each guest and conversation. Time to crash. The sub speaks softly into the house phone, then says, "Mistress Simone's chauffeur will meet you down stairs in five minutes. With your permission, I'll see that Sweet Cheeks is dressed appropriately to accompany you." On the ride back, Sweet Cheeks is very quiet, and Goddess Nyx lets her mind drift with Coltrane's soulful saxophone on the stereo. The Chauffeur addresses her. "I'll pick you up at 9:00 p.m. for the evening's activities, if that is acceptable." She nods. The very tired couple enter the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel. Once inside their suite, Sweet Cheeks lets out a big, deep sigh and leans against the wall. He is done in, completely and utterly. "Well, Sweet Cheeks, I am exhausted. Arrange a noon wake-up call and have room service deliver breakfast a few minutes after. Then get ready for bed." She walks over to the still-unopened gift basket, caresses its ribbon and opaque foil. He looks up gratefully. His wild cock is now a turtle hiding in its shell. She takes her time unwinding. Sweet Cheeks is sound asleep when she climbs into the bed they share. *** They drink their coffee quietly. Sweet Cheeks doesn't know what to say, or how to say it. The previous evening replays in his mind; he can't truly believe it happened. Or anything else since they arrived – or even in the months prior. *** He is a professional man, successful in his field. A well-respected banker, powerful, in command of almost any situation. Married and much in love with a thoughtful, articulate, sensitive woman who can't even watch Disney movies, for crying out loud, because something dreadful always befalls the animals. An incident a year or so earlier makes him realize his wife needs to become more assertive, more capable of making decisions and taking control. If anything happens to him, he worries, she could be taken advantage of, so he wants to toughen her up. But how? On the internet, he discovers the key – Femdom – and an aching realization that it powerfully turns him on, too. What if he doesn't have to be in control all the time? What if she would take over those duties, and let him react, respond, and serve her? Those thoughts blow him away. How in the world did they even enter his mind? What would his friends say if they knew what he was checking out? Mr. Macho on the tennis courts. But the naughty, tantalizing world keeps luring him back. Eventually, he shares his concerns about his wife's ability to take care of herself, and what he's finding online. After the shock wears off, she's intrigued. Never in her wildest imagination did she think in the terms her hubby related. Never. But they talk about it further, long into the nights, on walks, at meals out, trips away, intermissions at the Theatre, in bed. They keep talking and exploring the nuances, the logistics, the funny possibilities. And one day, she actually starts believing she can do it, that she can take charge of her life, make decisions, risk being wrong. Move beyond her comfort zone. And beyond his. They make a pact. He agrees to become her sub, to do her bidding, dress as she chooses, acquiesce to her desires, no matter how strange they seem to him. He agrees to give up being The Male In Charge. And she agrees to become The Female In Charge. They start with little fun things, like selecting their names. She reads books and begins researching online. He had no idea who she's communicating with, or where she surfs. She keeps that very private. At one point, quite curious about her activities, he tries to check her "Favorites" sites and history. She's password-protected her computer, for the first time, and he can't get in. That's when he knows he's lost control of the experiment. Tentative at first, then bolder in her ideas, his wife changes. What he's put in motion, takes on a life of its own. *** She shares her secret with none of her friends, and knows no one else in her situation, except anonymously online. At a weekend event, she can actually meet Mistress Simone, with whom she's intensely communicated via email. She's anxious and exhilarated by the prospect of 1) knowing no one else there, or 2) discovering that she DOES know someone else attending. She isn't sure which possibility unnerves her more. She can't discuss the big weekend event with him, either as her husband or her sub. He has absolutely no input into the decision. She has to work this through herself. After much inner angst, she announces that they are going to Las Vegas for a few days. He understands this trip is very important to her. She's nervous, excited, fluttery, but mum; her emotions, from twitchy smiles to intensely serious and that look when her mind is in far away places, play out on her face. "Trust me." That's all she says. *** So here they sit, lost in their own thoughts. He really didn't believe she'd take the sexy strip he did for her a few times and make it public. Or that he'd actually gone along with it. Maybe it didn't happen. But he knew it did. And that weird dream up at Mom's Attic upset him; it was so vivid, but the details made no sense. 'Do I want to continue in this role?' She's invested so much into learning to be her own woman, to stand up for what she wants, to lead and not be a counter-puncher. To return to previous status quo could mean – what? 'Am I willing to risk it?' He has to trust her. In truth, it still potently turns him on to be her sub. And speaking of sex, it is the hottest, most intense and incredible ever. She's become multi-orgasmic. Her raw sexuality makes it hard to control himself at times. But control of his release is one of the most important aspects of the relationship now. She owns his seed, and is very clear about when and how he's supposed to sow it. The more she does this, the more hooked he is into trying to please her. Men think with that gadget between their legs. She finally understands, and uses it to her advantage. Plain and simple, but effective. *** 'Am I really going forward with my plans today? It seemed like such a good idea when I plotted it, but now . . .' The arrangements are in motion; if her resolve crumbles, she gives up everything she's pushed herself to do. Besides, how can she ever back down after Mistress Simone's middle of the night madness? "Go shower and get dressed, Sweet Cheeks. I'm having my hair done and then we are going shopping." Abruptly she jumps up from the sofa and heads for her bathroom. He stacks their breakfast dishes on the tray, wheels it out to the hallway, heads in to shower and shave. Then stops and enters her room. "Would you like me to wash your back or do anything else for you, Goddess?" "No. Just get ready." Lately, when she bathes, she demands lavish attention, using it to satisfy her sexual needs. Not the norm; he's getting nervous again. After her shower, she quickly puts on a little makeup, a gauzy sundress splashed with bright colors, and comfortable cork-soled sandals. She dresses him in a pair of dark jersey shorts, tank top, and sandals. Nothing else. The Vegas sun is out and hot. Sweet Cheeks hails a taxi. Once inside, she hands the driver a card with an address on it. "Yes, Ma'am!" he says with a big grin, then whistles "Strangers in the Night" while he drives. Sweet Cheeks looks at Goddess Nyx, opens his mouth to say something, then sighs and swallows it instead. She looks out her window and tries to hide her own mixed feelings. When they exit the taxi, she grabs his arms and jerks him around to face her. "Now, no more questions and no arguments about anything. Understand, Sweet Cheeks?" "No questions? But – " "NO questions. You either trust me and agree to my terms or we stop now. It is very important that we are both clear. I am in charge of your life. You are to obey me, even if I tell you to do something you don't want to do. This is what we've been working on for the past year. "Do you trust me?" Rocking on his heels, he feels the sweat course down his back. Here it is. Either he is with her, or – or what? He looks her in the eye, then drops his gaze. "Yes, Goddess. I trust you and agree to remain submissive to your wishes." She breathes deeply and runs a hand over his tush. "Then follow me." In the lobby the guard directs her to an express elevator. At the other end, a beautiful young woman greets them. "Goddess Nyx, we were expecting you. Please come this way and meet Eduardo, our top stylist, and Gina, the specialist you requested." They follow her to a round, mirrored room playing upbeat Caribbean music. Eduardo takes her hands and kisses her on both cheeks. "You must be a very special friend of Simone's. Please tell us what you have in mind today." She pulls a drawing from her purse and hands it to him. "This is what I want. Nothing gauche, but not too discreet, either." Gina and Eduardo discuss the picture and options, then look at Sweet Cheeks, standing a few feet from them. As Gina circles him, staring appreciatively at his buns, the air sparkles. Sweating violently now in the cool room, he stands statue still, barely breathing. What the fuck is this about? Turning to his Goddess with wide eyes, the impossibility dawns on his brain. 'Glitter.' "Sweet Cheeks, I am tattooing you. Forevermore, your ass will say "Sweet Cheeks: Property of Goddess Nyx". 'Bad dream. REALLY bad dream.' His brain screams at him. 'If I don't wake up soon, I'll be branded for life! Please, let this be a dream. I hate dreams. I can't deal with reality now, so this has to be a dream.' His mind thrashes. 'I hate tattoos. Always have. I won't have one. Not now. Not ever.' The fucking nightmare from yesterday! If ever there is a defining moment in their relationship, this is it. Now or never. He doesn't realize he's shaking until Gina tells him to just breathe. "I can give you nitrous oxide if you need it." Laughing gas – like this is a laughing matter! He has no clue how long he's been standing there, all six feet and 200 lbs. of him, sobbing. Goddess Nyx is very serious, arms crossed in front of her. "Drop your drawers and bend over." His eyes say it all. This is no game. She has won. Eduardo regards him with just a hint of amusement. Oh, to be in the shower room at his Athletic Club next week. 'Scissors.' Slowly, he drops his shorts, bends forward and holds his knees. While Gina explains how she'll handle the artwork, colors, size and shape, they run their hands over his anguished cheeks. Gina leads Sweet Cheeks to a comfortable, but structured apparatus designed to keep his body from moving around once the work begins. His left buttock and hip burn from the alcohol swab. He tries to bolt without thinking. Too late. He's latched in. "Come on now, Sweet Cheeks. This won't hurt much. Well, it won't hurt too long, if you stay loose. Goddess Nyx knows what she's doing. So relax." Gina positions a transparency of the tattoo on his ass, checks it from several angles. When satisfied, she smooths it on him and removes the film, leaving the picture behind. Goddess Nyx comes in to give her approval. "I'm having a massage and my hair done, and will be back for you in a couple of hours, Sweet Cheeks." She bolts from the room. *** Breathing heavily, she can't let him see her panic. She's actually doing this – this tattoo he doesn't want, that embodies the new power structure in their relationship. No question now. The Reality Check. She's crossing the river of indecision and fear. No turning back. *** Her massage is intense; the masseur understands what's going on with his client and her male. Her inner struggle knots both major and minor muscles; he works deftly and effectively on the trigger points to unlock the layers. Quietly, he reads her body. Uncluttering her emotions, she reorganizes the pieces of her life to fit into new compartments in her mind. Ninety minutes after they start, she's clear-headed and relaxed. Eduardo hugs her shoulders as he takes her to the salon chair. "Are you okay now?" She inhales deeply, smiles at him and says, "This is one trip neither of us will forget." Eduardo creates sexy waves with her bright copper locks, then turns her over to his makeup artist. She's ready for anything now. *** His thoughts float like fragile bubbles, his pain more intense mentally than physically. She is the Goddess. He is her slave. Whatever she wants is his to do for her. He is hers, body and soul, beyond questioning now. *** Pleased with her magic needle work, Gina cleans the tattoo with the last antiseptic solution that also seals the ink. *** He bows when Goddess Nyx walks into the room to get him. "Let me see you." He stands tall, hands clasped above his cock, and shyly shows his left cheek. Her hand trembles slightly when she touches him an inch from the tattoo. "Marvelous. Just what I wanted." Gina nods her acceptance of the compliment. "Come now, Sweet Cheeks, get dressed. We have more errands to run." He is silent, eyes lowered as he walks behind her into the bright sunlight. *** She finds everything she's looking for. Red leather for herself, in just the shade to play up her hair and hazel eyes. Trying on several outfits, she opts for a short skirt, bustier, high heeled boots, a chic cap, purse and riding crop. Sweet Cheeks sucks up his pain and models several combinations for her. She chooses tight black pants with a Navy-style button flap instead of a zipper, a leather vest with chain frogs, an intricately carved collar, and Japanese ninja-style sandals.