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Art Deco Pt. 01

By: Sputnik57



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.

*

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 owner's 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'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'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' 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'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.

'Welcome to your new publishing agent's office! Let's go in and have you sign your life away!' she said smiling wickedly.

*******

'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're done I'm going to make you comfortable at your new residence, and let you have a nice sleep. Tomorrow you're 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 didn't 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 couldn't 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 other's 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're 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 don't normally allow male authors into our little fold, but as you have such a sweet English accent and you've shown already that you're quite civilized for a male, we're going to have some fun with you'. The others smirked and laughed at the comment. 

'She'll 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'm going to enjoy checking your work to make sure you've 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'd 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's as submissive as his work indicates' --

'Difficult to tell; said Dolores; 'He's English, and they are SO polite compared to the males we're 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'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'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' 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' --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' in which a male was despatched, and toyed herself to a satisfying orgasm.


Art Deco Pt. 01



******

He awoke with a start and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above him; his heart leapt as he recollected the prior day'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's face it, if they publish his sort of literature they must have at least a slight interest in the content- he remembered Dolores' comment about 'kitten' 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're late!' she said looking at him sternly for the first time ever; this had him tingling with anticipation- she then smiled;

'Only joking' she said teasingly. Oh how he'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'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'. 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'd watched the entire movement fixedly.

'Sorry' he said '....I' She cut in assertively-

'Don'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't hurt our business partnership.'

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're all so delectable in your own ways'. 

'Good' she said. 'I'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!' She giggled and smiled wickedly at him.

'I think you should have your shower now' she said whilst looking down at the protrusion in his leggings. He was now almost speechless and his mind boggled at what she'd said- did she mean it? Was she just teasing?

'I,I,.. I shan'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' he said to himself, but he couldn't help thinking that she already had him on a subliminal leash, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling. They 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' ; 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' 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's him isn't it?!' 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've been sampling for me recently'- 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's going to answer some questions for you and will sign your copies; we hope you'll treasure these 'special editions' I'm hoping they will quickly become collector's items- and as promised we're going to have a raffle and the winner will get to spend an evening with him at the venue of their choice'; 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' 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'- 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'd love to have you alone to myself; if I don't win, I may make Dolores an offer she can't refuse', 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're always a good guide to what will sell- I can guarantee you'll be ok'. 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' he said. 

'You may kiss my hand' 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 café, 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-

'll have a coffee now, see to it!' she said sharply and audibly. His sphincter quivered at this command and was only stilled when she winked at him. The waitress couldn'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' he said in his normal polite English fashion.

'Please MISS!' said the waitress sternly. 

'Please ..Miss' he said, mesmerised at the thought of being chided by a young waitress.

'That's better'- she said; and strutted off to get the coffee. Dolores smiled; 

'you must know your place at this café' ; 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' he said as she hovered slightly, looking for some form of recognition though it was apparent that they had never been acquainted.

'Well?' she barked- he looked relieved-

'What would madam like?' 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' she said, and he stumbled off to beg the pleasure of the waitress. He came back and sat; she smiled at him. 

'You'll pay here then you'll come home with me and pay again' 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 café by one of the ladies at the 'club' they had just left- it was delightful. This was no tacky 'call-girl' 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'. Then she put on her air of authority; 

'Pay the waitress and make sure you are polite and give her a good tip. I'm going to take you home and teach you how to talk to your betters.' 

*******

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'll start thinking about your next compilation; I hope you're not homesick or anxious to get back quickly -- I intend to keep you for as long as possible' 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'm not homesick, and there isn't anyone or anything to rush back to; I'm only concerned at what it's costing you to keep me'. She turned her head from the road and smiled at him seductively;

'We own the property you're staying in, and tourism is down due to the recession, so the cost there is minimal- we'll be taking a percentage of what your book earns, and it will earn, trust me. So don't worry about the cost of flights etc.; we'll make you pay, one way or another' she said in a tone that made him tingle, then she casually placed her hand between his legs and stroked him; 

'I don'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'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'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' 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'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'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.'

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's where you will become mine for the first time'. 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' and embraced him in a soft kiss. 'Don't you get distracted by the other women tonight, I'm first and I intend to have more than my fair share of you!'

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' she said- he was somehow relieved at this, and extra relieved that 'pants' meant trousers in America.

'As you can see, I'm dressed for the occasion, and the other women will have a thirties movie theme with their dress also -- you're going to be our leading man!' 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'. 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'. She was careful not to allow his excited manhood dribble it'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' she said; 'a suitable waif at the mercy of his betters- you shall have many mistresses tonight' 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's my housekeeper' She squeezed his hand and pulled him closer and kissed his cheek with her luscious ample, soft black lips; 

'I've read your stories too, and I'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' where 'Charlene Blanchford', gets the man into the 'Pearl Bedroom'- that's a promise!' 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'd not seen before; he was quickly introduced to 'Arabella, Tina, Celeste, Agnes, Miriam'- 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've told him that he is now owned by us, Dolores?' --

'Oh yes Carole, and he's not made one single noise, gesture or any indication that he wants it any other way; isn't that so? She said as she lifted his balls gently under the soft material of his leggings. 

'Yes Dolores' he said nervously yet with some pleasure- 

'Yes what? TELL us you want to be owned FOREVER by the women of Ariadne!'-

'Yes , Dolores, I want to be owned forever by the woman of Ariadne'; 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. 




Art Deco Pt. 01



'Kneel before me' 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'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?'- he did not hesitate;

'Yes Carole, I would like that very much'. 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' 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're coming with you to the ranch; I'm going to create some lovely illustrations from the pictures we take of you there!' giggled Judy Fontaine who was now every inch the plump Betty Page, though it was obvious she was trying to be 'Betty Boop' on this occasion; tight black skimpy skirt which did not hide her even skimpier panties; her heavenly haven just as apparent as Carole'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't wait for Thursday, we'll have such fun on the plane,' 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' 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' pleasures, then on to Carole'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!'

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's a lady from the Anne Desclos Suite we visited earlier- she'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'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'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!' She bent down and squeezed his backside; 

'Oh you shall have such a spanking! Roll on Tuesday week!'. 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' she mouthed at him silently. He was sure he'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.' 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' said the magnificent apparition before him; she was completely naked and was the image of any African fertility doll.

'I've come to take you on the first part of your journey onto complete submission to womanhood' 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' 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!' 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're looking at white boy; I'm going to plant that on your face the first time we get to spend some time together!.' 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?' Dolores smiled and leant over to a table and picked up her camera and then a large vibrator; 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' he almost cried this out and both women giggled at his obvious torment; they knew he'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' she sneered. His journey was about to begin.

'Yessss!' 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' 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's depths, relishing every salty taste and aromatic tang that entered his nose and mouth.

'Oh, I shall cane you if you don't bring me off within the minute' 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' 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'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!' 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've decided I shall cane you then anyway- beg me to cane you when I next have you!' 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' he said clearly and concisely; he was so glad he was not to be disappointed after all.

'Goodnight Margot!' said Dolores, as the dark virago left, without giving him another glance.

'Come here right now!' 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!' 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' she said sternly; his mouth was still wet with Margot'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'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's, she moaned a little then stopped him;

'Lay across me- I'm going to give you the brush!' 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'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've earned it' -- 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!' --

'Thank you ...mistress' 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've made me mess the seat!' -- 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!' . 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!' 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 descended , 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!' 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!' 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'll have your reward- I want every last drop of your cream' she stroked him and he felt pleasure like never before; he thought of the day'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'll come for me' 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.

******

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'm SO pleased with you' she said. The venom of the night before had gone. She released his member;

'Cuddles only, today- I've had my turn- I shall have you again soon, but you have an appointment with your illustrator, and I mustn't spoil it for her!' After the release he'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'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're really beginning to genuinely know your place aren't you' she said sweetly.

'Yes mistress' 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't want to leave you' he said. She smiled;

'Don't worry, I intend to have you back on your knees in my bedroom within a few short days—I'd like to keep you all to myself, but I alone cannot prepare you for complete submission- besides, you'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'm already feeling too much affection for you. Don'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.'

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've heard you'll need your energy later'. Dolores smiled at both of them;

'Did you sleep well Margot? You had plenty of wine at the barbecue last night; I don't suppose you remember much about it?' 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' she said smiling wickedly. She uncrossed and pushed more toast toward him; 

'you be sure to eat plenty next Monday morning, won't you?' --

'Yes Margot' 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'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'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'. 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!' then she squeezed him. 'Just think of what I'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!' 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.




Art Deco Pt. 02



In the morning, Celeste dropped him off at his apartment to allow him to pack some clothes for the few days away; 

'Not that you'll spend much time with them one!' joked the spicy redhead. As he let himself in he found a laptop on the lounge table, with a note on top of it; a bright red lipstick kiss adorned the note;

"This is for you; my new acquisition. I trust we are firing your imagination. You can tell me about it Friday" 'Dolores' XXX" He packed it with his things in a rucksack. And admired the apartment which he'd had so little time to enjoy! Though in this new life he was controlled, he was now really getting into living out his fantasies-he found himself constantly yearning for the next encounter. Celeste arrived back before he knew it;

'This is a lovely apartment' she said; 'You must invite me to an evening in with you- alone- I think you owe me that from last night; I want to show you how to behave with red-headed women- we're 'different' you know!' He agreed, and thought of the way she'd handled that whip; 

'I promise!' he said.

'Good, when we get back from the ranch and Judy and Carole have updated Dolores on your progress and what's next; I'll tell you when you'll entertain me, but we have the next couple of days to look forward to first!'

She grabbed his arm and tugged impatiently at him like an excited schoolgirl; as he locked up she giggled;

'We girls so enjoy the trips to Carole's ranch- you'll be inspired after you've been and you'll feel even more at home with the ladies on returning!' He wondered what the next couple of days held in store, as he locked up the apartment and skipped after the delectable redhead through the hot morning sun as she led him to her car, ensuring he was in her charge- not that he was about to let her leave him behind.

They picked up Judy at her Meridian flat; she was dressed casually now with a soft silken blouse and tight lyrcra leggings; pointy heels as usual- she smelt delicious as she sat close to him; under her arm, several document folders, which she held on to after her rucksack was placed in the boot.

He was more than pleasantly surprised by the preliminary sketches she had made after yesterday's session; she had created pictures of he, Celeste and Agnes which were sublime-he could see instantly that the male depicted was him, and the two girls were almost photographic in quality- she'd used them many times before. Judy wrapped her arms about him and squeezed;

'Now you'll get an extra thrill when your book goes out; your buyers won't know it of course, but every illustration of the male in servitude to women will be you, with subtle variations to suit each story of course!' They drove up Drexel Avenue and there waving from the balcony of a pastel pink building was Agnes;

'You took your time!' she shouted, disappeared inside then emerged from a side entrance, overnight bag over her shoulder which was otherwise naked- wearing a pink strapless top, breasts seemingly trying to burst free, skimpy hot pants which allowed full viewing of her glorious shapely legs and purple spikey shoes. She sat in front with Celeste and they made their way to Opa-Locka.

He marvelled at the diversity of architecture as they crossed the Venetian Causeway; Skyscrapers, modern hotels, then a bridge to the next land mass; Italianate and Hispanic themed luxury housing, then on to another bridge , yachts, boats , palm trees -- he still had difficulty taking it all in.

As they approached a very ornate toll booth, the women all looked at him and smiled.

'This is the part of the trip that you pay for; we wouldn't want you to think that you're allowed this trip for free! We always have the man pay the toll- it's symbolic' said Celeste. He offered a note to the woman in the booth; she eyed the party with interest as she passed his change back;

'Have a nice day' she said, 'Oh we will' said Judy.

They cruised up Interstate 95 then did a left for the airport, a quick security check having been carried out they made for the executive area where they were greeted in the lounge area by Carole and Holly. The two were delighted to see the party arrive in good time and Carole beckoned to the stewardess who led them out for the short walk across the tarmac. Carole stood back and held him there; she wanted to savour every moment of this trip, as she recognised the potential business asset in this man who was now in her grip and she was going to thoroughly enjoy her dominant and his submissive nature- a perfect scenario. She had him under her control now.

'Look at the women in front of you, leading you to the plane and on your next acts of submission to womanhood' He viewed the rear vistas of these mature and dominant women and savoured just what might lay in store.

'Come now' she said and walked him forward with a positive stride, the hot sun and breeze wafting her sweet scent all over him- she had a tight short dress on, with heels which made her nearly as tall as he. They reached the stair to the small white executive jet, Carole smiled wickedly at him;

'Up you come, when we're a mile high, you're going to join a very special club- I shall have you pleasure me and the girls, but there'll be no relief for you- you must wait till we get to the ranch for that!'

The interior of the aircraft was incredibly soft and plushly appointed; thick soft carpets inside; the seats were soft brown leather- the women had not sat down yet-they waited eagerly for him and ushered him toward the front of the aircraft to a seat on its own against the bulkhead of the pilot's cabin which faced back down the aisle facing all the other passengers;

'Clothes off now!' commanded Carole; the women grinned and giggled as he obediently removed his clothes.

'Yes please Holly' said Carole, looking at him with utter contempt- Holly came forward and passed her an object which was pointed at one end, grew bulbous and tapered in before bulging out again with a ring attached to the end- a cylindrical object about four inches long and made from what looked like vulcanised rubber- it was a butt plug.

'Bend over boy; you're going to be made to feel totally owned now I have you'- he did so, Celeste held his head down and Carole stroked his bottom. Agnes squirted a blob of lubricant from a tube into Carole's free hand judy clicked away with her camera; 

'oh yes, yes- that's perfect' Agnes Holly and Celeste sneered as though they had been possessed by the supremely dominant Carole. She ran her finger up and down his crack, gently teasing and probing his rectum with her finger.

'Relax, my slave- this won't hurt too much if you just relax and accept that this will help you appreciate how a woman feels when violated- you do recognise our complete dominance, don't you?'

'Yes Mistress Carole' he said- this new situation and extreme humiliation had his cock at 45 degrees which did not help relax his rear end. The women were patently aware of this of course, and they all felt a deep sense of satisfaction with witnessing his first ever application of a plug which was more than just symbolic- they knew it would keep his anus stretched and irritate his prostrate; a constant reminder that he was owned by women and his arse belonged to them.

Carole made him lick the finger that had probed him, then liberally applied slippery gel to his back passage which was now quivering with anticipation as he understood and fully appreciated this act of domination. Carole took the plug and rubbed it between the folds of her labia; she then presented it under his nose;

'you'll have some more of that scent very shortly' she said. -'Now lick it clean!' he licked and sucked at the plug, enjoying the salty feminine essence. Celeste still held him there whilst Carole made him watch as she smeared the residual gel about the probing head of plug which was about to violate him. Carole stood behind him whilst Celeste held, Agnes grinned and Judy videoed his humiliation.

'Now you'll be ours' said Carole scornfully, she spanked him once, which made him pronounce his buttocks, and with one deft movement she pushed the plug slowly but firmly right in up to the ring;

'OOohhh' he cried; it hurt like hell at first, but this soon subsided- The women clapped at the fitting, and this humiliation, along with this new feeling made his cock twitch with pleasure- he felt like he was half way through defecating, and the sharp end teased his prostate making him appreciate that gland for the first time in his life- it made his balls tingle and provoked his erection. Carole slipped off her panties and said;

'Open wide!'- he was gagged with them , the women having had the benefit of his tortured groan, he would now be silenced --Carole then posed dominantly with him bent over in a full rear view as Judy clicked away taking pictures of this new symbol of his submission to the women. 

He was then strapped tightly into the brown leather seat which sucked at his naked flesh ; his wrists were tightly bound and his ankles were tied tightly together- his bondage for the pleasure of the women completed when his ankles were tied to his wrists smartly, forcing his weight to centre on his buttocks, ensuring full penetration and teasing by the plug.

Carole teased his erect cock; and he squirmed, so wanting to shoot his cream for this woman ,fulfil this recent humiliation and show her that he was well and truly hers;

'Oh no, you'll not have relief today ; you'll learn denial and you'll perform your tasks all the better for it.' Then she turned and bent over before him showing her glorious womanhood and plug-free anus before strapping herself into the seat opposite. The three women all sat cross legged enjoying the spectacle; then the cabin door opened and the Pilot and Co-pilot came out to say they were ready; both female of course-They looked at him and smiled.

'We're ready for take-off and we'll have you a mile high before you know it! They shut the door, the plane was taxied round, then burst down the runway and lifted up at an acute angle on its way to Dothan Alabama.

As the plane achieved altitude, the women unbelted and helped themselves' to drinks from a cabinet in an open area behind the flight seats which resembled a small lounge; seating, though affixed to the floor, swivelled freely and a large flat screen television was fixed to the rear bulkhead. Holly and Agnes sat down smiling. Celeste looked at Carole as she walked casually to the far bulkhead and stood dominantly, striking the palm of her hand with a riding crop she had picked up. 

'Bring him to me!' she said sternly, Celeste walked back, untied his bonds and unstrapped him. She then picked a collar and leash from her bag, smiled sweetly at him as she collared him nice and tight. Then tugged on the choker spitefully- he snorted as much air as he could through his nostrils; the panties were not to be removed by Celeste. 

'On your hands and knees!' said Celeste and she led him like a dog down to Carole who was in her most dominant form. The mature beauty had broken many a man in her time, she had witnessed brutal whippings, castrations and snuffs, but this was a whole new pleasure for her- this was a submissive cur who she could torment to her heart's delight, knowing that whatever she subjected him to, he would likely write into a story and earn her money. This was sheer heaven.

'Kneel before me and don't move!' she said. She pulled the panties from his mouth, exposed the crutch area and rubbed it under his nose.

'Well?' she barked- he looked at her not having a clue as to what she meant, still revelling in the sweet scent of that gusset- the fact that he was unable to sample that essence even though they'd been in his mouth was yet another small but painful denial. She glared at him and slapped his face hard enough to leave marks where her fingers had struck- the pain brought tears to his eyes which brought a smile to Carole's face.

He was conscious of the other women enjoying his obedient submission and the butt plug squirmed in his rectum. He marvelled at the mature beauty before him, he admired her finely lined face and weathered yet fit arms, her plump thighs and attractive feet, which gave her age away, but were not ugly; her blouse made it evident that her breasts may not now be as firm as they once were, but only sagged a little which seemed to make her even sexier as it enhanced the fact that this was a dominatrix in her mature and utmost prime. He wanted to be punished by this goddess and looked forward to whatever she had in store for him. She slapped him again with the other hand.

'Did you think you could write those stories about women, have us teased by your fiction and think you could get away without paying for it? She rubbed the crop into her sweaty, juicy pussy and had him lick it clean-

'Get used to the smell and taste of women mixed with leather- you're going to feast on it at the ranch!'

'Here Here! Said the others. She slapped his face again -- it stung and his eyes watered uncontrollably, but he held still, hoping she'd do it again; he was almost ashamed by his own submissiveness, but the supreme woman before him who was the ultimate temptress of denial absolved him of any shame; she made it quite clear without any doubt that he was nothing to her and his only purpose in life was to please womanhood.

'Oh', she said; having noticed a light in the cabin door flashing; 'I almost forgot-that 'special club'-you must work your passage!' she grinned and the other women laughed as he was led on all fours up to the door. Carole knocked-

'Come in' said a voice behind the door. Even on all fours he had a good view past the instruments at the clear blue sky they were racing through.

'Auto pilot?'-

'Confirmed, Auto-pilot' said Pilot to co-pilot, then they swivelled round in their chairs. Both were naked from the waist down and he was struck immediately by the scent of their arousal in the confined space.

'Have you ever licked a Texan girl whilst being caned by a girl from Arizona?

'No' he said as the co-piiot flexed the cane menacingly,

'Well have you ever licked a girl from Arizona whilst be caned by a Texan girl then? --

'No' he said.

'well I'm told that you haven't paid your fare, is that true? The girl from Arizona was now positively drooling and stroked herself as she enjoyed the tease. Judy was there videoing it all.

' think you have just enough time to pay your way- We'll teach you what happens to fare-dodgers'- he was pushed forward by Carole and the pilot lifted her legs- he was in like a shot and lapped at her succulent folds like there was no tomorrow; true to her word, the cane was brought whistling down, again and again, making him clench at the butt plug as the painful strokes were delivered by a virile woman who would soon have her reward from him, whilst he was caned by the sensual Texan woman he was now pleasing. He was pleasing all the women.

'See how the butt plug works its magic' said Holly; they were a favourite of hers and she had a vast collection.

'Yes said Carole; 'We'll soon witness another denial of pleasure for him' she sneered.

Tex cried out in ecstasy; he'd done well and brought her off sharply; she was determined to make him pay for that with the cane! She pushed his head down to her sweet anal passage and had the spicy orifice licked smartly clean whilst she finished off.

He could not help but notice that his cock seemed to be dribbling as it had never done so before- this was short lived as the eager Arizona girl threw the cane at Tex and virtually dragged his head into her midst- the smell of this 40 odd year old woman was intoxicating and he experienced new levels of pleasure as Tex brought the cane mercilessly down. He was now enjoying the sweet taste of mother Arizona, the sweet pain of Mrs. Texas, humiliation in front of the women who owned him, and the new pleasure of the butt plug which added to the humiliation. This gave him a strange sensation as he clenched on it as the cane bit.

Arizona bucked and wailed; she too had him lick her arse as she finished up; it matched he top hole in that is was delightfully sweaty and tangy- he was thoroughly enjoying his punishment and he had a strange sensation as he dribbled some more- They encouraged Tex;

'cane him soundly, he's about to show!' He was in absolute heaven as he lapped at the tangy bottom and felt the sharp strokes from one of the unforgiving mistresses; he thought he would come-then the strange sensation came again, a very dull pleasure and he felt that his cock was dribbling out cream. The women clapped and cheered- Arizona pushed him away and Tex through the cane to one side.

He had come for the women but not experienced an orgasm-

'You have just had your prostate milked; did you enjoy it? You've made enough mess' said Carole wickedly. She slapped his face again.

'Of course you didn't enjoy it, but we all did; didn't we girls?' They all concurred and laughed at his prick which was as rigid as ever-- oh how he wanted to come.

'Lick that mess of my carpet' said Carole, and he duly did so. She then slapped his face once more for good measure, then pulled his face into her wetness;

'Sniff!' she said 'Sniff the scent of the woman on whose terms you will next be allowed an orgasm' He duly sniffed with all his lung power- and even though he yearned to come, he would quite happily have died at that moment for this supreme woman.

He was allowed to tidy up in the tiny wash-room; when he came out Celeste and Agnes helped him dress, then took him back to his seat. Before he could get too comfortable, the signal to belt up was given and they started to descend. The plane was soon down on the tarmac at Dothan Alabama.

As soon as the door was opened he noted that it was even hotter than Miami.

'No sea breeze here' said Agnes. They passed through the rudimentary checking station and were greeted by a couple of ladies with cowboy hats; one was a delightfully chubby brunette who wanted to constantly pet him; 

'I can't wait to get him trained' she said 'He's so cute!' The other was nicely buxom too, but a little more taut; she said little but eyed him wickedly. They drove off in the two vehicles; he was sandwiched in the back between Carole and Judy. Carole kept her hand on the bulge in his leggings throughout the journey; she seemed to want to continually emphasise that he was hers for the next couple of days.

As they swept out of the town, down endless dusty highways, after about 45 minutes they swept down a dirt track past a sign 'Wiregrass Ranch' --

'Welcome to the wiregrass region' said the chubby brunette in a gangly southern US accent. The vehicle slowed as they approached the main residence. In his English mind, it immediately made him think of the 'Ponderosa' and he expected to see Hoss Cartwright appear. He did not.

What did appear made his eyes boggle; a jet black horse appeared from the corral behind the building, mounted by a totally naked woman, she waved as though this was the norm and started to canter toward the open country side; fleshy parts wobbling delectably.

'There goes Tabitha- she'll get sunstroke if she's not careful' said Chubby. 

They all got out and he was taken into the building. The interior belied the outward appearance of the structure; it was luxuriously furnished and air-conditioned-he showered and was then taken to a dining room where they all sat eating. For a brief period the dialogue was business-like and they all showed a healthy interest and voiced personal opinions as to how the final publication of his first compilation should look.

'I don't care, said chubby smiling- I only want to help inspire new stories in him; that's my job' she said in a very matter-of-fact tone and smiled sweetly at him. Carole has said I can show you my quad-bike before it gets too cool this evening; I'm going to help with your training and Sandy Ridge is one of my favourite parts of the ranch- it's always warm down there, even way after dark.




Art Deco Pt. 02



' I'm the only one round here who's allowed to be overweight, I'm going to make sure you stay in tip-top condition; just like the stallions in my charge' The women giggled ; The taut and quiet buxom one spoke out for once;

'Yes, and we can all imagine what you get up to with those stallions!' There was mild uproar at this statement and Chubby, whose name was Roseanne, blushed but was not deterred.

'Oh, and I suppose you just take their temperatures when it's stud-time I suppose? ,Miss Chrissie Ortino! The words 'stud' and 'Stallion' left an indelible print on the mind which in this context conjured up visions of young ladies taking advantage of animals of a lesser intelligence, endowed with a physical presence much greater than their own species might provide. Needless to say, this is where that conversation ended.

Having eaten and been well watered, the voluptuous Roseanne took him out into the hot sunshine; there was the quad-bike. The other ladies followed and watched with interest. Roseanne stripped naked; her chubby seraph like body was beautifully rubenesque. There was nothing about her which looked disproportionate; she was one of those females who was meant to be larger than average, and she looked formidable.

'Off with your clothes too- NOW!' she said. He did so without question. She unravelled a long length of silky rope and tied it about his middle. She then spread her ample legs and buttocks across the quad-bike and kick started it. Her lovely white buttocks shimmered as she revved the motor. 

'Let's go for a run' she said, then engaged first gear and slowly trundled forward; he was compelled to run behind. The women clapped and cheered at this spectacle of a voluptuous beauty on powered transport, making a male twice her age run behind -- roped, he had no choice. Judy snapped away and shouted after them- 

'Careful please Roseanne, we don't want him injured- well not too badly!' she laughed. Roseanne waved in recognition and headed for Sandy Ridge with her prize running after her. As they disappeared over the horizon, a horse neighing behind them caught their attention. It was Carole, naked and smiling supremely upon a fine stallion; she trotted off in the same direction, her mature and beautiful rear end rising and falling upon the saddle with the movement of the horse.

Roseanne soon had her new charge at the desired place; she pulled the quad-bike up at the base of a cliff like ravine over which hung shrubs and lush vegetation. The wall of the cliff was very sandy as was the gully which ran before them, it was out of the wind and the evening sun made the wall of the cliff glow bright orange. He watched the voluptuous beauty; she knew he was looking at her ample white bottom as it spread across the hot black vinyl seat. She looked round at him and smiled, looked forward again then pushed forward on the handlebars, arched her back and pushed her lower parts into the soft seat. This action made the beads of sweat on her back roll down to the crack of her delectable bottom and past her sticky anus to the seat. Then she got up. She reeled him in on the rope till he was level with the bike;

'Lick my seat clean!' she commanded;

He looked down at the shiny and wet impression her glorious form had left. She held his cock as he went down;

'Must not have you burn this on the exhaust!' she laughed.

Half-kneeling he licked clean the salty, tangy essence from the black vinyl; roped and now owned by yet another female, this one formidably built, his balls tingled at this new humiliation. She sneered at him, enhancing the feeling-

'That's it, lick up every drop!; when he'd done she picked up a short whip which was attached to the bike, then walked him down the airless gully on the warm soft sand. He enjoyed watching her soft bottom jiggle and so hoped he'd be allowed to do her seat justice as well. They reached an open spot and she played out the rope. The well --endowed beauty had him canter back and forth in circles on the rope, cracking the whip above his head menacingly;

'I'll soon have you broken in and ready to serve even the meekest woman'- she said , she then tied his hands behind his back and put the rope through his mouth; bridal fashion, walking him up and down whilst whipping his bottom sharply with her whip; this gave her immense satisfaction and he could not help but enjoy this new game- he was thoroughly enjoying his humiliation. At one point she sat her ample body on his back whilst he padded on all fours; this was exceptionally hard work but the feeling of her hot sweaty naked bottom and pussy rocking back and forth upon his back was devine. Oh how he was relishing being 'broken in' by her-he wished she'd whip him in earnest.

The sun was still bright but much lower in the Alabama sky now; she was just finishing yet another circling routine, when he noticed her smiling and looking down the gully.

Up came Carole astride the stallion at walking pace. The gorgeous mature women's body glistened with sweat from head to toe; she rocked gently back and forth in the saddle; she looked magnificent and he wanted to please her in any way she wanted, right there and then. The stallion was semi erect and snorted in the warmth and atmosphere of the gully; he could no doubt smell the sweet feminine scent too and though he did not understand why, his arousal was apparent.

Roseanne licked her lips in anticipation; she knew what was to come.

'Has he performed well?'

'Oh yes Carole he shows good potential' said Roseanne eagerly.

'Good; he'll please you now' -- she looked at him with contempt-

'You shall please your trainer right now, whilst I watch'

Rosanne lay back in the soft sand, her head toward the mounted goddess; up went her legs; she was dripping with sweat and anticipation.

'Lick her bottom first!' said the dominant beauty in the saddle. He went in eagerly at the hot sticky prize and devoured the luscious salty residues. Roseanne grabbed his head and pulled him tight in to the soft warmth of her crevice, his nose now sampling the sweet scent of her moist pussy.

Roseanne bucked and pulled at his hair impatiently; she was thoroughly enjoying having her rectal passage licked clean by this very interesting submissive, but oh how she wanted to come.

From her position, Carole could see his cock on occasion, as it bobbed like a stiff rubber lever and patted the sand as he vigorously worked his body in unison with his tongue as the chubby beauty enjoyed his attention and hummed, half with contentment, half with impatience as she waited for him to receive his orders to deliver her to ecstasy.

'Look at me!' said Carole; He viewed the supreme vision before him over the hump of Roseanne's dripping wetness. The glorious naked image mounted dominantly upon the partly excited stallion now toyed with a long whip which she twirled down past her mature breasts, shapely torso and supple legs into the sand below.

'Now pleasure her womanhood, but don't you dare take your eyes off me!' Roseanne let out a little cry of relief and nearly broke his neck as she hauled him forward up her sweet and slippery slope. He slotted his tongue into the luscious folds and Roseanne moaned with pleasure and lifted her chubby thighs making it difficult for him to keep his eyes on his true mistress who was now smiling wickedly and twirling the whip about her head. Her superb breasts giggled with the action.

Roseanne whimpered, Carole jerked the whip smartly in the air above her head; 'CRACKKK!!; This made Roseanne pull his head in all the tighter; he could barely breathe, and her juices went down the back of his throat and up his nostrils making him splutter, but this did not distract him from either continuing to pleasure his trainer or allowing his eyes to stray from the one woman he wanted most to be allowed to pleasure.

The stallion cantered slightly and turned in a circle, affording him a view of her seductive naked bottom which she lifted and sat back with an audible 'slap' as her plump and naked sweatiness made a partly vacuumed contact with the smooth surface of the leather saddle. As she faced him the goddess cut the air once more with the lethal looking whip, wearing a wicked expression upon her face;

'CRACCKK!! Roseanne cried out; humped her torso forward and all but crushed his head with her thighs;

'Ohhhhhhhhh!! Yes yes, yesss!' cried Roseanne as she reached the point of no return and went eagerly beyond it. His cock pulsated at the sound of feminine ecstasy; oh how he wanted to come. Carole knew this. She wrapped the whip about her body and slid the handle beneath her crotch and bottom.

'Tomorrow you shall taste this whip in more ways than one, and only then shall you be rewarded' she said haughtily- 'but tonight you will face further denial and will be brought to the very edge only to have your hopes dashed- I shall ensure it is so.'

She pumped the stallions flanks with her legs, sending a ripple through her fleshy thighs and buttocks, and the horse duly started to walk. She smiled;

'You'll beg me to whip you tomorrow.' She turned the stallion and moved away at walking pace- ensuring he had a good view of her rear as she went. He was brought to his senses by Roseanne tying the rope about his waist once more;

'Time to get you back to the ranch-house; you'll need a nice cool shower and I'll need a good wash down from you; you've made me all sticky and dirty!' She started the quad bike and he padded after the freshly satisfied amazon.

Having been made fresh once more, it was obvious to the women he was now very tired. Celeste and Chrissie led him away to his room.

'You're to have a nice nap' Said Celeste, as she followed Chrissie up the wooden stairway past the paraphernalia which adorned the walls; cow horns, stags antlers, old Winchesters' aplenty.

He was taken to a room which looked like a set from a 50's western; the bed had a typical brassy bedstead, but looked so inviting to him. He was drained by the hot sun and the afternoon's events. His mind was nothing short of delirious with the implanted vision of Carole. The two women knew exactly what they must do. He was to sleep, and nothing else! They helped him off with his clothes then smiling, Chrissie produced some soft cord whilst Celeste held his arms behind him;

'Oh you poor thing!' she said; 'We know how you'd like to relieve your balls of their burden- but we can't have you waste yourself, can we?'

Chrissie sneered as she bound his arms behind his back. They peeled back the duvet and he was lain down on the bed. Chrissie the bound his ankles whilst Celeste watched. He did not care at all at this point and enjoyed the attention and control that the two women had over him. They then tied a cord from wrists to ankles, bringing his legs up to ensure he could not hump the mattress in his sleep whilst consumed in an adult 'wet dream' having been denied whilst witnessing so much erotica first hand.

Having secured him, they were about to cover him with the duvet, when they turned toward the door as someone else entered the room. It was Carole.

'Thank you ladies; you may leave him to me now' the two smiled at her thoughtfully as they passed on their way out- they had not rehearsed this.

'Hello my prize asset' she said, as she lifted the flowing full length skirt she was wearing up to her waist and sat down close to his head, allowing him more torment with the sight of her bare thighs and the soft natural scent of her womanhood.

'I've got something to remind you of me whilst you regain your strength over the next hour and a half, or so'; she smiled wickedly at him.

'Can you guess what it is?' she teased. Then she showed him the butt-plug he had been treated to on the plane.

'Tell me you want it' she said unsmiling. 

'Please mistress, let me have the butt-plug' he said obediently. She smiled with satisfaction, leant over him, stroked his anus with her finger delicately and eased the plug in as he shivered and moaned with the discomfort. She took great pleasure in squeezing the plug home. This act of humiliation was a favourite of hers and the fact that this act might produce a new story from this slave gave her an extra kick.

'Now you have a nice sleep and I'll see you later, remember what I told you earlier; you'll be made to perform for the ladies this evening in the most divine ways, but you, YOU will be denied. Tomorrow I shall whip you and you will know ecstasy like never before. You will realise once and for all that you are owned by all women and will pay dearly for your realisation.'

She stood up and produced panties worn earlier, rolled them as before, and stuffed them neatly in his mouth, which he had automatically opened on seeing them. She then gently tucked her captive in;

'Sweet dreams' she said, and left. He lay there bound, the butt-plug stretching his rectum and tickling inside once more, gagged by used panties, tied and helpless; his cock pulsating. He yearned for relief but could not help but enjoy this torture. He was being controlled completely by dominant women; He was now looking forward to being whipped as he knew he would beg for mercy and receive none- he was owned by the women now.

It seemed as though he'd only just closed his eyes. He was woken by Judy and Agnes; the latter pulled back the duvet and woke him, then she sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. The feeling of being bound and the tight butt-plug, along with the smell of the women now beside him awoke his cock also; his member had also been enjoying a rest and had been semi-flaccid whilst asleep, but was instantly aroused by his thoughts. Once again he was rigid and ached for relief. Judy snapped away whilst Agnes made many erotic poses; Judy was almost apologetic:

'I'll just make a quick sketch then we'll take you down for some food and drink, and...' she bit her tongue and smiled. Now done the two untied him. He was then treated to mild humiliation as the plug was removed; the girls giggled as he squirmed with discomfort as it was pulled from him -- this was more painful than entry as the removal created a vacuum;

'There!' said Agnes as she finally pulled it free, making him wince. Judy smiled at him softly as she collared and leashed him. Then the two led him downstairs.

The main lounge was somewhat smoky and the women were all very casually attired in nightdresses and underwear. He was sat at a table and the two ranch-hands Roseanne and Chrissie spoon fed him with various morsels as though he were an infant.

'Here's a nice drink for you' said Roseanne

'And here's a nice blue tablet for you' said Chrissie

'Now you drink it all up and take your medicine too!' said the chubby one. He really did not want any more assistance with his blood pressure but did as he was told. Chrissie patted his lips with a napkin when he'd finished. The women were lounging around a central area and watching a large flat screen on one wall. They tittered and laughed lightly as they watched men being put through their paces in various equestrian guises; pony tailed latex clad women whipping out at the hapless males adorned with tails of their own, pulling various chariots, or being roped and whipped just for the hell of it. Chrissie led him through the throng;

'I'm just going to the girl's room-I've had too much liquid' she said. As she did he stopped, thinking he'd be told to sit or kneel somewhere- a sharp tug on his collar from Chrissie told him otherwise;

'Come on will you! I'm bursting' and she led him to the girls room with her. The girls room was tiled and drained like a wet-room and the toilet pedestals were situated like stand-alone baths; not in a tight cubicle, but set proud with plenty of room which would allow observers a view from any angle. They could also observe what was happening within the toilet as these were transparent glass rather than porcelain. He had never seen anything like this, and though he was not into 'scat' by any stretch of his imagination, the thought of watching a woman relieve herself suddenly made his cock twitch.

Chrissie released his leash and slowly removed her panties; suddenly she had no urgency at all. As the panties dropped to her ankles, she moved one foot out, then bent over keeping her legs straight to allow him a full view of her rear as she went down to remove the panties from the other leg. She then went over to the pedestal and sat slowly down, allowing her cheeks to splay over the Perspex seat.

'Come and lie down here!' she commanded. He lay down facing her legs, which she held open far enough to allow him to view her glistening pussy through the underside of the glass bowl. His cock throbbed against the cool shiny tiles. She pulled his leash up to ensure his nose was virtually up against the bowl.

'I want you to watch me pee, and then I'll have you clean me up' she said. He was none too sure of this but his raging erection and the constant denial meant he saw an erotic side to anything the women subjected him to. She sighed and he saw her pussy bulge then trickle and finally gush her hot golden liquid, obscuring his view when in mainstream as it swirled about the bowl before his eyes. As the flow ebbed, he was rewarded with a clearer sight of her womanhood as she emptied the remainder of her bladder.

'mmm' she murmured; 'Did you like that?'; he had to admit it- though he wasn't sure at first, he now felt a deep sense of eroticism at being made to watch her perform the most rudimentary of human actions.

'Yes mistress Chrissie, I did like that' he could not deny it, and knew that another humiliation was now due.

'Would you like to lick me clean?' she said, now smiling with utter contentment. Though he imagined that her urine would be acrid and odorous, he had so enjoyed watching her and wanted to enjoy the humiliation of licking her clean regardless of how her waste liquid tasted;

'Yes please mistress Chrissie, I would like to lick you clean'; he almost begged to be of service to her, and she relished the control she had over him without so much as a threat of the cane or crop.

'Up you come then' she said, and he knelt before her. She moved forward on the warm perspex seat so that the prize protruded over the edge then lifted her legs. He golden droplets dribbled down her thighs;

'make sure you do a good job and lick every drop up!'; he went in without hesitation; though the smell was different to the aroused pussies he'd gorged on so far, the taste was not as unpleasant as he had imagined, in fact it was not unpleasant at all. He lapped at her and she rubbed his hair as he licked the thighs and juicy delicate folds of her womanhood, till she was shiny all around her pussy, his task complete. She sat back and then suddenly felt her stomach;

'Oh, oh dear, I think I may have something else for you' she said with a much sterner look.

'Down you go!' she said pushing him to the floor before the bowl once more. He did not need to delve too deeply into his imagination to conjure up what was about to happen.

'Now watch my bottom' she said, as she pulled her knees together but kept her lower legs apart. The prospect gave him butterflies in the stomach, but he found he was fixated by the sight of the beautiful pear shape above him, and he felt her calf muscles tense as something was happening further up her body. His cock twitched and squirmed against the now sweaty ceramic tiles. Once again he felt a deep sense of erotic satisfaction at the degradation being awarded him by this petit but dominant woman. Oh how he wanted to come.

'You make sure you watch now' she said- there was no chance he would look elsewhere. She giggled and he watched with anticipation as her sweet brown button bulged, gently at first, then dilated and she giggled with enjoyment again;

'Watch me shit!' she said coarsely to further emphasise the tease and enjoy his lowly predicament;




Art Deco Pt. 02



'I bet you'd like to wank, wouldn't you!' she said ; his cock pulsed against the tiles, oh yes how he wanted to be allowed to give his all;

'Yes Mistress Chrissie, I so want to come' he almost wailed; Chrissie felt supreme;

'Well you shan't; you're to be denied till you face the whip tomorrow, you'll just have to enjoy my pleasure tonight' she said wickedly, and in a voice which strained a little as she fought to arrest her bowel movement;

'Now watch and enjoy as you suffer!' ; he viewed her beautiful form once more and focused on the dilated rectal opening. She gasped a little and a little brown head started to ease from the bulging anus;

'Yes!' she exclaimed , 'that's oh so nice'; he watched, bathed in a deep warmth of erotic humiliation as his mistress of the moment eased a sweet brown cylinder from her bowels just for his delight; it plopped sweetly into the water below and he watched transfixed as her rectum squeezed closed again. She then pulled her thighs in tightly and majestically then repeated the movement. He could not believe the sexual satisfaction he was receiving from watching the feminine body expel its waste; he wanted to come more than ever. Even the smell of her excrement seemed sweet whilst he remained in his perilous and tortured sate of arousal.

'You know you must lick me clean now don't you?' she said with great satisfaction. He looked up at her puckered little bottom which looked virtually clean and was almost disappointed- he WANTED to be degraded by this act and was relishing tasting her excrement.

'Yes Mistress Chrissie, please let me clean your bottom with my tongue'; he enjoyed this extra servile moment and had chosen his words to please her. He knelt up and she rocked back on the seat and put her arm round the backs of her knees to afford him the most open access to her dirty anus;

'Sniff it first!' she said; she wanted to get as much humiliation out of him as possible. He duly complied; he took in her scent and found he was not discouraged at all by the dank, almost chocolaty odour.

'I bet you never dreamed you'd have to lick the shit from a woman's ass did you?'

'No mistress'

'Well you're going to now, after you've begged me to allow it! -Beg to lick my ass!'

'Please Mistress Chrissie, please allow me to lick your ass clean- I BEG YOU!'

She chuckled at his pathetic submission;

'Lick the dirt off me right now!'- he went in and his tongue scooped at the little mess she had left for him, it didn't taste too bad after all and he simply swallowed as he licked and soon had her button clean. She revelled in the pleasure of his servitude and his nose could not help but notice a sweet and familiar scent coming from somewhere else; he noticed she was stroking her clitoris.

'Up you get!' she said and she also got up from the toilet and stood beside it.

'You'll need to wash your tongue and face before I allow you to pleasure me' she said and then she commanded he kneel before the bowl.

'Put your head in!' she barked- he went down and faced the gifts she had produced earlier.

'Now clean that tongue and face!' she commanded as she pressed the flush. Oh how she laughed at him as he lapped in the torrent to clean his tongue and spluttered as it engulfed his face- the gifts somersaulted and danced before disappearing round the U-bend and into the sewer. She mopped his wet and thoroughly humiliated face with her used panties and he marvelled at this dominant creature and once again enjoyed the thorough humiliation he was being subjected to.

She side-stepped across the bowl and sat back again, lifting her legs so that he may inhale her sweet pussy once more; she truly was the queen of the lavatory.

'Now you may pleasure me' she said tritely. His tortured cock bobbed and nudged the glass bowl he had so enjoyed as he brought his mistress off to a fitting finale. As she came she half sighed and half sniggered; then she pissed in his face.

He cleaned up again and she led him out to the women, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips which was almost affectionate. She had been both very pleased and satisfied with his performance. As they emerged the women, who were all now either naked or next to naked, stood up and cheered and clapped. He saw himself on the big flat screen being led away; they had all witnessed and thoroughly enjoyed his toilet humiliation.

Carole was in a supremely dominant and indignant mood; she wanted to get every last morsel of pleasure from the humiliation and degradation that he had faced already and would face in the future. The lounge was now thick with the humid Southern atmosphere, enhanced by a mist of cigarette smoke and the scent of women's perfumes mixed with their sweet natural aromas. Chrissie led him over to the hostess, and beamed with satisfaction as she walked the permanently erect and humiliated male through the throng of clapping women. One of the ladies ensured he was also kept fully aware of his recent act of submission as she rewound to parts of the video that were enjoyed most and then displayed them on the huge screen. He had shown once again that he was learning his place, and the obvious pleasure of the women made him tingle all over.

Carole sat in a prominent position in a large black leather chair; her full and mature figure, naked and cross legged, displaying her luscious white thighs which offered him a teasing hint of her sex. He felt she was magnificent, and she seemed have complete control over him just by nearby. Her dominance oozed over him like a mist. Beside her lay the vicious whip he had witnessed earlier-

'Come and kneel in front of me, I want to enjoy your denial to the full tonight; it will make tomorrow all the more special for both you and I.' As he knelt she held the leash with both hands for a time, playfully choking him and then releasing the pressure before he was too uncomfortable, taunting him as she did so.

'I want you to write a nice long story about the equestrian adventures you had here; you can relate as to how you were broken like a badly behaved stallion by the females who are your natural superiors. You will have a tale to tell after your walk of submission tomorrow. All the ladies are relishing the spectacle; you will know your place forever after I have truly owned you.'

She then released the leash and picked up the huge whip by her side. He could feel the women moving in closer to get a good view; cameras clicked and camcorders whirred. Carole toyed with the last two feet or so whilst staring right into his eyes with a contemptuous look. He could not help but notice the vicious looking little knot and tassel which made up the last four inches or so. Carole smiled wickedly when she noticed this section had his attention.

'You know I'm going to teach you a very important lesson tomorrow, don't you?' he gulped involuntarily and the women sneered and giggled.

'Yes mistress' he said, the whip being apparent but only guessing at the full extent of the humiliation which was planned by the goddess before him, a dominant woman who intended to be the goddess of his destiny. She ran he fingers over the little knot and tassel;

'It's very soft you know. In my expert hands it will cause you extreme pain which we will both enjoy, but will do you very little lasting damage- look, I'll show you how soft it is'- and she placed the end of the whip under her, then sat gracefully down holding the last two feet under the cleft of her cheeks and her sex. She then deftly drew it forward slowly, and increased her grip between her thighs and buttocks as the last few inches were pulled through, ensuring the business end was nicely moist with her most womanly scent as the end was released. She dangled it before his nose and he could not help but inhale the sweet mixture of leather and dominant womanhood.

'Now draw it through your lips and feel how soft your new mistress is' she said in a commanding but reassuring tone which could not be denied. He took the last foot or so and his erection bobbed rigidly as he tasted the whip for the first time. It was very very soft and the taste of her served to make his balls ache all the more. The women laughed at his humiliation, and at what they knew was to come tomorrow. Oh how he wanted to be whipped right now and end this torment. But Carole knew this.

'See, it's nice and soft isn't it?' She said, as he licked his lips as though having just eaten a doughnut.

'Yes Mistress' she then stood up before him; the whip dangling from one hand which twirled it menacingly. He cowered on his knees before this epitome of mature and dominant femininity. She moved close into him so that he could take in her scent and then put her free hand under his chin and had him look up at her from virtually between her thighs. The cameras continued to click and flash, the camcorders continued relentlessly. She looked down at him as someone might view a dog or other less important object; 

'You want to be whipped into submission by me, don't you?' she said teasingly. 'You know it's the only way you'll be allowed any reward.' He just wished he could have it now; he truly wanted to be owned by this woman and the sooner the better. 

'Yes mistress, I want you to whip me.' He sang out without shame; some of the women clapped at this admission of subservience- he was pleasing them no end. 

'Then you shall have your wish tomorrow' she said, then pushed him aside and strode towards the stairs.

'Bring him to me when you've had your pleasure of him- he'll sleep with me tonight.'

The ladies had their way with him for the next couple of hours. He was taunted mercilessly about the following day on the one hand, questioned and conversed with on an almost intellectual sense regarding his book compositions on the other, and at times simply treated to the most base and carnal acts with various women; all taking great care not to allow him to have any 'accidents' involving the spillage of his most masculine of body fluids -- though he was taken to the edge on many occasions.

He was then taken upstairs by Roseanne and Chrissie, who were careful to pick up the butt plug, lengths of cord and panties from a table at the foot of the stairs.

Carole was sitting up in bed reading a draft of one of his books through a pair of horn rim glasses which made he look even stricter than ever, she wore nothing else. The book was 'La belle equestrienne' in which a male is treated to all sorts of horsey pleasures by a group of upper-middle class women somewhere in Hampshire, England. 

'I can see that the whipping scene in chapter six is purely from your fantasy and not from experience. I'll have you re-write that part after tomorrow. You'll be so pleased with my decision.' She said this as the two female ranch-hands ushered him to the bed.

Carole pulled back the duvet to reveal the whip lying next to her. He was made to lie down, trussed, plugged, gagged and then Carole picked up a patent leather belt from beside the bed. She did this up tightly about her waist. This accentuated the curve of her gorgeous rear end perfectly. His leash was passed between her legs and tied at the front of the belt, pulling his nose into the crease of her soft, warm bottom. The two younger women made sure he was in a reasonably comfortable position and the whip was bound around his cock and balls. Carole said;

'Sweet dreams' -and eased her arse into his face. With the panties gagging him, he had no option other than to inhale her sweet scent.

'Tomorrow I shall own you completely and you will beg me to end your misery. You will be broken and humiliated. You will surrender your will completely and this will be witnessed by all the women here. You will do as you are told by any woman without the slightest thought after I have finished with you. When I am satisfied you will be rewarded. You must sleep now; the next time you enter this bed you will still be in pain but you will be allowed to pleasure me.'

His cock twitched at the words; his sphincter clenched at the butt plug, his breathing increased involuntarily making him suck in the heady aroma of this mature and dominant woman who was to own him. His wrists and ankles felt the tight flex of his bonds. He was well and truly owned and he did his best to stay awake and enjoy this delectable humiliation for as long as possible, whilst also imagining the whipping he was to receive. It was no good; the soft bed and the warmth of the goddess soon enveloped him.

********

He awoke as the panties were being removed from his mouth by Roseanne. Carole was in the shower but he was not allowed to wash. 

'There's no point' grinned Roseanne;

'you are going to get very sweaty, dusty and we hope there will be a little blood too.'

He was taken naked and dishevelled down stairs and made to drink lots of liquids- they made sure that energy drinks were forced down him; they knew he would not be able to cope with eating solids, such was the level of his fear and excitement. The women all gathered around and he was taken into a corral at the side of the ranch. Though still quite early in the morning, the sun blazed down and he was already beginning to sweat. Agnes, holly, Judy and Celeste were all there, as were Chrissie and Roseanne. They were accompanied by Tabitha, whom he's seen naked on a horse when first arriving, and there were four or five other women there to; invited along to witness a spectacle which had become legendary amongst the dominant women here.

'Ok Ladies' said Roseanne; and they all joined him in becoming naked, stripping their clothes off where they stood. They all smiled knowingly at him. Then they all turned to see Carole naked atop her stallion as she walked him into the corral.

'Hood him!' she commanded, and Chrissie smartly placed a black hood over his head. This had eye-holes in it so as to allow him to enjoy the spectacle too. Then Carole cast down a rope which was tied to her saddle; this was tied around his neck.

'You will now be taken to Hangman's Hill where you will suffer for all womanhood!' The women cheered and clapped and after his wrists were bound behind him, the horse walked on, and he was taken, hooded, naked, roped and tied to a stallion ridden by a naked and dominant goddess- before a group of ten or twelve naked and superior women who were to witness his punishment and utter humiliation.

They walked out into the countryside along a hot and dusty trail; he watched the beautifully bodied figure before him and noticed the beads of sweat run down her back into the inviting crevice which sat sweetly upon the saddle. The whip wiggled around by the side of her steed and he was now almost relishing the thought of feeling that whip and disgracing himself before the throng of women as the middle-aged dominatrix tested his will with the whip.

The well- worn trail which was soft and dusty underfoot slowly wound up an incline. He could soon view the surrounding landscape for miles around, though this was of little interest to him. Then as they neared the top he espied a 'T' shaped wooden frame looming closer. This was at the top of the incline and the padded frame set with shackle was set in a circle of smooth stone seating. This was 'Hangman's Hill.'

He was unleashed, unbound, and taken to the frame. Then his wrists were passed through the shackles and fastened with tight leather straps. His ankles were bound to the foot of the post in similar fashion. The women jostled for the best positions within the stone seating- they wanted to watch him suffer; some had a preference to watch his facial expressions, others wanted to view the whip exact its work on his body. Carole walked the stallion round so that he could watch her dismount with the whip; she wanted him to savour as much memory of her as possible, as she would be behind him for most of the proceedings. His cock was upright and rigid against the padded post and it throbbed as he marvelled at this glorious woman and the fate which she would deliver to him.

She dismounted slowly, keeping perfect poise, even though she was as eager as he was to start proceedings. She took the whip and walked around him several times.

'You have been brought here to pay for your masculinity and all the evils that representation has cast upon femininity over the centuries. Today you will learn that you are nothing in comparison to a woman and you will suffer at the hands of womanhood. Your cries will carry over a great distance and may be heard by people other than the women who will witness your punishment first hand. When I am satisfied you have been broken, you will be allowed relief which will be witnessed by all. I shall now whip you.'

His cock quivered and twitched, as did his stomach and bowels as she started to move out of his vision to her station behind him. He thought of his dank flat near London, of his books, and of the predicament this had led him too. He then felt the tightness of the straps that bound him and squirmed as his erect cock pressed against the padded post. He looked at the women who were now licking their lips, smiling and craning their necks in anticipation of the sight of the first stroke; they started a slow hand-clap to help this on its way and increase his awareness to the utter humiliation he was about to endure. Then, by some unseen command, they fell silent.

He noticed the women's staring excited eyes; the silence was deafening but did not last for long. He tensed as he heard the whooshing sound of the leather demon being swirled around the head of his tormentor behind him... Then 

'CRACK!!-

He winced in agony and yelped audibly as the whip bit him across the top of his buttocks. He heard it come again and again and he cried out and moaned uncontrollably. Each time the vicious crack of the whip was preceded by the evil whoosh which announced its imminent arrival and delivery of exquisite pain.

The strokes which left prominent marks or made him cry out in particular agony were greeted by cheers from the women. 

'CRACKKKK!!! 

The pain was unbearable and he tried to slump at the post but was held firm- there was no escape. He cried like a child as the women relished his pain and degradation. He felt the wicked tassel bite again and again, and his back and buttocks began to numb with the constant pain.

His erection had died at the onset of the agony, but now it returned as a strangely erotic feeling penetrated the extreme pain he was suffering. Through his bitter tears, the crack of the whip, and the throbbing pain which followed the initial bite, he now began to feel that he was truly owned and wanted to die for the women; he was beginning to enjoy the pain.

Crack! Crack! Crack! 

He snivelled and yelped and moaned in glorious submission to womanhood. Then everything went black.

The blazing sun met his eyes as the opened once more; Carole had him by the hair and was pulling his head back. His arse and back stung like hell, his feet were warm and moist; he had released his bladder in fear. 

'Take him down!' said Carole. He was released and fell to his knees before her. His eyes still dribbled tears as she used the doubled whip and placed it under his chin to lift his head.

'You are truly the plaything of all women now, aren't you?' she taunted. The women all sniggered and he was amazed at how quickly his physical strength was returning, though he knew his male pride was diminished and beaten forever. He was theirs.

'Yes mistress' he sobbed. She then used the whip to taunt his erect cock.

'Now we'll watch you have your relief. You will now masturbate before the woman who has broken you.'

The women cheered and Carole again lifted his head with the whip and smiled victoriously. He needed no further prompting and began to stroke his cock as he looked up at the superb female who had delivered him to submission forever. He felt the eyes of all the women upon him and they once again started a slow hand-clap as he felt immense pleasure for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity.




Art Deco Pt. 03



As they drove back across the causeway, he felt like he was home. It was great to get the fresh salty air back again after the heat of the ranch and enjoyable and intimidating as the other women had been- especially the formidable Carole- he still felt as though Dolores was his true mistress and owner.

"I'm going to take you right back to my house, we are going to have a nice refreshing shower together, and then you are going to tell me all about your trip. I have some news for you as well" she smiled in her confident way at him, her auburn hair glinting with different shades of red and ginger as the sun flashed through it. She had a very short skirt on and no stockings; her milky white thighs flexing as she operated brake and accelerator. He longed to lean over and kiss them; he had missed her so and he could not wait to kneel before her somewhere comfortable and confess everything he had experienced at the ranch and accept any punishment from her. She saw him staring at her legs;

"Yes, you will soon be down there! I am as hungry as you are and you are going to tell me all about your training at the ranch. You are going to worship me all evening and I may allow you a reward if I am pleased with your progress. I shall want as much as possible from you as I am away on business tomorrow; remember?"

"Yes Mistress Dolores... Am I to await your return at the house?" he said hesitantly- he had had so much fulfilment over the past two days he could not remember what had been decided. He was in for a further thrill.

"Why of course you will await my return at the house" she said in a very headmistress like fashion-

"You have an appointment with my Housekeeper, remember? – Margot? You have not forgotten her have you?" She giggled contemptuously at his lack of memory over such a short period, but knew in reality he had been to another world, but she would tease him over Margot!

"After we have told her all about the wicked things you have done whilst away, I shall tell her you forgot all about her; I would love to see her administer the cane after that! I shall ask that she videos it as I will not be there to witness it first hand, of course" He almost smiled at the thought; almost. Margot was a formidable woman and he knew he would not forget a caning from her in a hurry – there was the irony of the situation.

His cock also throbbed at the prospect of the contrasting women; he was to confess all to this milky skinned mature beauty, then be turned over to accept the whims of the gorgeous ebony dominatrix. He was almost coming in his underwear at the thought.

The gates closed beside them as they drew up to the magnificent house. Dolores smiled warmly at him as she beckoned him up to the door and through it.

"I am SO hot and sticky; I want to be pampered by you in the shower and all through the night! Take your clothes off right now!" She was busily removing hers also right there in the hallway- he was lifting his shirt over his head when he heard a familiar, deep and sexy voice behind him;

"It is so hot Madam Dolores, I am mighty glad I will have the white boy to help me tomorrow" She was completely naked and her warm dark brown body glistened with sweat; her nipples hardened visibly when she noted she had caught his attention. She sneered at him;

"I can see the change in him since he has been away; we will see how obedient he has become tomorrow. I'm going to have a poolside shower and a nice cool swim in the pool now – I will see you tomorrow white boy" she licked her lips and flicked the end of his cock playfully before showing him her glorious rear as she headed for the pool.

"Upstairs now" commanded the antithesis of the departing vision. The milky white form with sharply contrasting auburn hair began to ascend the stairs, her equally glorious rear beckoning him to follow as it wobbled and tensed seductively.

She walked him through to the en-suite and they had a nice relaxing shower; he ensuring she was thoroughly gelled, washed and rubbed down before he attended himself. As she watched him turn in the shower she viewed the marks on his back and rear, touching them softly with admiration.

"I want you to tell me all about it". She had him kneel before the bed on a cushion whilst she sat on it, bolstered by a multitude of cushions; her legs up and apart, allowing him a close up of her freshly powdered sex and anus. She had fitted his collar and leash and tugged on it with one hand whilst she toyed with herself with the other as he relayed the events to her. Occasionally she would pick up a short cane she had next to her and would tease the end of his erect cock with it when a particularly sordid encounter was being described.

"You have done very well, and the girls had been keeping me updated whilst you were away, but it is always a pleasure to hear a confession first hand. They were all very pleased with your progress and your mind will be full of fresh ideas; especially as you truly know your place now. I cannot wait to see the footage of you surrendering to the whip! You have earned a reward. I will watch you masturbate now- then you will pleasure me to orgasm"

He needed no further prompting; kneeling submissively before the dominatrix he felt no shame in working his member as he eyed the now glistening areas he would shortly be allowed to pleasure. He was her property and he knew this more than ever now. She smiled wickedly at him, increasing the enjoyment of his humiliation tenfold.

"Do not keep me waiting; I will have your cream now!" He duly obliged and savoured the waves of ecstasy as he pumped spurt after spurt of his hot sticky mess, whilst eyeing the middle-aged beauty that owned him and he thought of pleasures past, and those to come. She giggled contemptuously as one of his deliveries splattered invitingly across her sex and dribbled down to her sweet brown button, they both knew this would add extra enjoyment to the proceedings. Spent, he knelt there for a moment whilst she eyed him victoriously. 

"Now get to licking me clean!" she commanded. He went down and lapped the sweet smelling orifices; he was hers. This was heaven.

Throughout the evening she was pleasured in many ways between naps, and he was rewarded once more as the night grew on and they reached a crescendo. He was allowed to sleep in the arms of his mistress; this was his biggest reward which he was very grateful for. He nuzzled up to his owner and toyed with hair as she slept, then drifted off himself.

He awoke after the best sleep he had had since arriving in Florida. There was Dolores at her dressing table, her beautifully rounded bottom now clad in a tight skirt. Black stockings, black stilettos, black silk blouse. She winked at him in the mirror as she applied ruby red lipstick which complemented her fiery hair. Task completed she stood up and faced him; she was a picture of feminine dominance and he would have loved to have been allowed to repeat the act of humiliation he had performed yesterday for her now, such was her presence fully attired, a dream to any submissive male.

"Up you get now; eat your breakfast and make sure you finish that drink- every last drop!" she motioned at a plate of toasted sandwiches and a pint glass of liquid, which looked like a fruit mixture. He ate the food with relish, and downed the drink which had a strange bitter-sweet taste, whilst Dolores applied the finishing touches to her face.

"Kneel at the end of the bed" she ordered. As he knelt there, she strutted over to him and stood dominantly before him feet closely together in spikey black patent stilettos. She looked down at him;

"You may kiss my feet now" he did so, taking care to observe the curve of her hips and long stocking clad legs as he went down to those delectable feet. He kissed the shiny leather willingly; both feet several times. Oh how he loved being owned by this formidable woman. She laughed at his eagerness to worship her and walked back to the dressing table, then back to him with a large pot of cream.

"Lie on the edge of the bed for a moment"- he did so and she rubbed a generous amount of cream onto his back and buttocks, taking care not to get any on her clothes. The cream stung at first then had a numbing effect.

"You will need this, as Margot will not be as kind with you as I have been, I fear" she said giggling. Margot! The ebony beauty was likely to keep her promise and they both knew this.

"I am sure you will enjoy her company whilst I am away; be sure to do just as she tells you" she said in an ironic tone. He knew he would have no choice in the matter. She had him kneel down by the end of the bed again, took some cord from a draw and tied his hands behind his back, collared him and tied the leash to the bedstead and gagged him with a pair of panties.

"There; trussed nicely and ready for her arrival – she will be here any moment" he could see himself in a full length dressing mirror and his erection pulsed at his humiliation. He now had an idea of what the bitter taste in the drink was.

Margot appeared in the room; she too was dressed to kill, not to work. There was no white overall today; someone else was to do her chores. She wore a leather basque; her uncovered breasts with pert nipples shiny and globular, no panties, her glory evident between suspenders which held sheer stockings, and she stood on the tallest pair of stilettos he had seen, finished in scarlet patent leather. The vision was set of by the cane she carried; she flexed it wickedly between her strong arms. She gave him a look of utter contempt. Dolores was ready to leave, she looked at him and winked before announcing;

"Oh, you know he had forgotten all about his appointment with you Margot. You will need to refresh his memory for him; make sure he is well looked after, please" and she smiled and left.

Margot cut the air with her cane. She would make sure he was well looked after.

His sphincter clenched as Margot walked over to him and removed the panties from his mouth. She turned and bent over keeping her legs straight.

"Lick my ass!" she barked- he took a sniff of her beautiful anus as he went up with his tongue; the smell was rich and musty, the taste also strong and tangy- there was a definite flavour of pussy juices there too; he could tell she had been looking forward to this – she was obviously nicely aroused. He could see this all in the mirror and so could she; when she felt he had refreshed her rectum sufficiently, she turned suddenly and slapped his face smartly, and gave him a swift stroke with the cane. He winced and she untied his leash.

"Are you ready to be caned by a superior woman? I hope you are because I am going to make you pay dearly for forgetting me. I hope you are ready to lick more ass as well; I have a friend down at my room. She was keen to witness your caning and will want her ass licked afterwards. Now I have reminded you of your caning, you do want to be caned and humiliated by me, do you not?"

"Yes mistress Margot I do, I want to be punished by you" Once again he amazed himself with his response. He stumbled to his feet as the supreme feminine embodyment of mother African led him to his fate. They went down the stairs and round to her enclosed apartment by the utilities. Her rooms were as well appointed as anywhere else in the house. Dolores made sure she was well looked after as she was a very special housekeeper and a personal friend. She led him to the bedroom. The décor was very dark and the bed was adorned with black silk sheets, with black pillows and cushions.

"Kneel by the bed" he did so and she placed a large back pillow halfway down the bed. As she was doing this her friend came into the room. His cock throbbed rigidly at the sight; she was a huge black woman with massively fat thighs and droopy breasts; her arse was huge, a mass of wrinkly cellulite, but in his humiliated and aroused state he yearned to be enveloped in the folds of that gigantic rear.

"This is Jessica, she is going to enjoy watching you being caned, then she will facesit you. Legend has it that many a male has expired whilst trying to satisfy her; this may be your luck day" the two laughed. Jessica wobbled over to him and pulled his face into the crevice below her belly. He wasn't sure if he'd actually found her pussy, but her feminine odour was very strong and he could not help but probe the folds with his tongue in an effort to find her womanhood.

"Oh, he is so feisty!" She pulled him out and looked him in the eye; "I want to see him cry real tears when he is put to the cane, then he will please my ass and I shall allow him relief when I am satisfied he has surrendered completely to the dominance of naturally superior black women" Margot intervened;

"That is if he has not come already whilst under the cane; I intend to give him the caning of his life. If he thought a light whipping from that ranch mistress was painful, he has not experienced real pain yet! Messing on my sheets is strictly forbidden; if he disgraces himself, he will guarantee himself another caning"

He cowered before the two formidable black females. Margot grabbed his leash and pulled his face in her direction, then smiled wickedly;

"Oh he will cry real tears alright, he will know pain and will know true ownership by real women" she untied his hands.

"Get on the bed, now! Put the cushion under your balls; I want your ass nicely elevated. Spread your arms and legs!" He did as he was told; he was on the bed and in the required position before he knew it. He wanted to suffer for these women. Though a little scared by the ruthlessness of the pair he knew he would ultimately survive to savour the experience.

Margot took each wrist and ankle in turn and bound them with a silky cord to the corners of the bedstead, tightly enough to stop him moving away from the stroke of the cane which he would imminently feel across his bare arse.

"Make sure he faces me" said Jessica smiling. Margot placed pillows under his head and turned his face toward where Jessica had chosen to sit; she pulled the leash tight and fastened it to the bedstead. His face now turned toward her; he squirmed in fear- he could not move- his erect cock dug into the soft silk pillow, his arse was elevated invitingly, he felt the tension of the cords which bit into his wrists and ankles when he tried to move. He was completely at the mercy of Margot, and he knew she would show him none.

Jessica was as appealing as any hour-glass shaped woman to him at that time. She sat with her huge thighs cross legged, which let him view the immense crease of her arse which he would soon be invited to share. She looked at him contentedly and said;

"I am going to watch every moment of pain on your face; I will see every tear you shed. I shall enjoy your suffering and then you will be allowed to attempt to satisfy me. If I note that you are coming whilst watching me watching you suffer, I will let Margot know and will then enjoy watching her cane you all the harder. Tonight I will watch you suffer for women in general, but particularly for black women. Whatever happens, you will give up your white cream for me later. I will accept it with the utter contempt that it deserves" Margot barked;

"Are you ready for your caning"

"Yes Mistress Margot" he whimpered; he was owned already and now he would endure the pain. Jessica smiled.

"Whoosh!, whoosh!, whoosh!" – Margot cut the air with the cane behind him; he squirmed and tensed for the bite, but nothing happened- the two laughed at him. Then Jessica dropped her smile.

"Now you will suffer" she said.

"Whupppp!" He yowled in agony as the first stroke bit into his buttocks; his wrists and ankles stung also as he inevitably tried in futile fashion to move away from the next stroke, his cock quivered in the pillow and against the silk sheets below it. Jessica nodded her head in satisfaction at the spectacle.

"Whuppp!" his arse quivered with the pain and he felt the surge of blood to the mark it left; the pain was intense and Margot grunted like a tennis player as she delivered each 'ace'.

"Whuppp!" The pain was too much and the tears began to flow already- oh how it hurt! Jessica licked her lips and smiled wickedly.

"Whuppp!" he yelled with pain and began to cry uncontrollably, Margot was using every ounce of her strength in applying the punishment. She was well and truly aroused now, and her juices flowed as she took deep erotic satisfaction from inflicting pain on this feeble white submissive. The more he cried the more she enjoyed administering the cane.

"Whuppp! Whupp! Whuppp! – he cried like a baby and rocked on the pillow racked with pain, yet the helplessness, humiliation , the smell of the women and the promise of Jessica gave him a deeply erotic feeling and all of a sudden he knew he would mess the sheets whilst being caned.

"Whuppp! Whupp! Whupp! Jessica noted the change in his face; he almost had a rudimentary smile through the tears as he rocked under the cane. Jessica smiled at him and obligingly opened her legs and toyed wither womanhood;

"He is going to disgrace himself; make sure he knows you are there Margot!"

"Whuppp! Whuppp! Whupppp! Margot grunted in earnest now as she knew she had him; he would disgrace himself on her sheets and earn another caning. Jessica toyed all the more, offering him further erotica as the cane bit and his cock began to throb with pleasure. He felt the tension of his bondage, the pain and smell of the women; he would surrender completely now. He moaned through the tears as the spiteful cane came down and he convulsed in pure ecstasy at the humiliation and degradation he was being subjected to.

He bawled and pumped at the same time, his hot cream spoiling the black silk- another caning ensured. He now thoroughly enjoyed Jessica witnessing his pain; all he wanted to do now was to be suffocated under that huge arse.

"Whupp! Whupp! Whupp! Margot delivered the final strokes as he moaned and squirmed in that exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. Jessica was virtually leaning into him now, leering with satisfaction at his double submission.

The two undid his bonds as he snivelled with the discomfort; his arse glowed like an electric fire.

"Move to one side" commanded Margot. As he did there on the pillow and sheet was the tell-tale evidence. His white cream, smudged upon the black silk.

"Lick that mess up immediately" barked Margot. He did so; the two finding bits he had missed and presented their fingers for licking. The women had enjoyed the spectacle immensely.

Margot then sat at the head of the bed and spread her legs.

"Me first" she said. "Get in there and lick my pussy" His arse was as sore as hell but he went straight in and was almost overpowered by the scent and heat of her sex. The juice dripped from his chin as he lapped at her crease and at the nub of her clitoris- she soon wrapped her legs about his head and moaned with satisfaction. He was then turned; the cool silk helped soothe his arse. Now it was the turn of Jessica to have her way with him.

He lay there and the bed creaked and subsided as the magnificent huge black woman who had tormented him mentally during the caning now moved to torture him physically. The folds of her thighs flapped against his face and he knew already he would have great difficulty breathing, even before she had descended upon him. She adjusted his arms so that he was trapped comfortably. His cock which had only remained semi-flaccid after he had spent on the silken sheets, and was now rigid in anticipation of this new humiliation felt the sharp nails of his tormentor gliding up the glans;

"Oh look at his sweet little pecker! It is of no use to a real woman, but I will see how much sissy juice I can make it squirt when I am good and ready" the two women laughed and he felt Margot sit across his feet and ankles; she squirmed so that he could feel her sex hot and slippery on his leg. His cock pulsated and Margot gave his balls a gentle tap with the cane, making him tense and ensuring he had full realisation that he was trapped and would not be released until the black behemoth above him was sated.




Art Deco Pt. 03



Jessica lowered herself slightly and put her hands on either huge cheek, splaying herself so that he could now take in the full glory of what he was about to endure; the scent of the woman was both overpowering and intoxicating- he could see her delectable glistening pussy above him and though her anus was not clear in the darkness of her folds he could smell the rich and musty aroma and he longed for her descent.

"You have a good sniff now, white-boy. I have seen you cry like a baby, and now you will be taken to the very edge of darkness; you will know your place when I am finished with you!" She then began to descend and released her cheeks; he was instantly enveloped in the warm and succulent folds of the dark and sweaty prison. He panted in panic as the glistening mound contacted his lips and his nose was squashed exquisitely close to her tangy rear hole; the panting ensuring he took in the full scent and flavours of his captor.

He felt Margot tense to stop any movement from his legs, and a hand slapped his erect and yearning cock playfully. Now she glided back and forth across his face; his jaw hurt and his head was pressed back into the bed under the immense pressure but he managed to protrude his tongue enough to take in the sweet taste of her sex as the enormous slit engulfed the lower half of his face, as she moved forward his nose popped in and out of the huge dimple that led to her rear passage; the strong and almost acrid musty aroma being enjoyed by him to the full extent.

As she pressed and slid he fought for breath and spluttered; he was drowning in her nectar. He felt his balls being gently squeezed. There was absolutely nothing he could do- he could not even make the women aware of his limitations to the torture. They knew this of course and thoroughly enjoyed it. He felt himself going light-headed, and was about to lapse into a further darkness, when light and air were suddenly allowed him.

He gasped with relief as he filled his lungs, and surveyed the heavenly sight above him; juices dripped from the excited woman, who was not going to allow him a second longer than he needed- he noted the beads of sweat dribbling down her cheeks; she was hot in more ways than one. The torment was repeated again and again as she slowly moved toward her goal. His cock and balls were repeatedly slapped, pinched and squeezed to ensure he knew just why he was there and who was in charge.

Jessica began to hum as she neared that desired heaven. She had a white boy beneath her and was really enjoying her day.

He had now grown accustomed to the pain and the pressure and felt that deeply erotic sense of pleasure once more, as he realised the urgency in the movement of Jessica; he sucked and licked with all the movement he could muster as he suffered this, the sixth submergence into her folds. Jessica moaned and shuddered; he thought his head would be crushed, or at least his nose broken as the huge dominant African beauty reached the zenith of her desire.

She rubbed and rubbed; her clitoris firmly planted on his lower lip and chin, he gulped as her juices flowed and fought once again for breath as she moaned long and hard in her enjoyment of him.

She sighed as she moved forward on all fours;

"Good boy, good boy!... phew!" She gasped, the exertions having made the sweat drip from her vast body. He could sense the genuine pleasure in her tone. Margot came round and took some pictures of him, exhausted beneath that huge and glorious arse, she then obligingly wiped his face clean with a pair of panties. He felt a hand grab the base of his cock then felt warm breath on his glans before it was enveloped by a pair of warm voluptuous lips, then a cursory sweep of a lush warm tongue around the head, then the lips pressed together and retreated up the length of his cock, up and over the head. He thought his balls would explode.

"I do love the taste of white boys pre-cum" she sniggered. He would have done anything to come at that point.

"I think you've earned this" said Jessica giggling as she shuffled back slightly. She parted her cheeks to ensure her asshole was above his mouth and descended.

Margot smiled down at him and ensured his nose was comfortably clear in the crease of that delectable rear; he was to be allowed to breath freely now and he tongued the tasty, warm and musty arsehole lovingly. He could just see up her back now, and marvelled at the ebony globes that he was now enjoying. The beads of sweat ran down her back and cheeks on to his; emulating the tears he had shown the two dominant women earlier. He had done his duty and now he was to be rewarded. Jessica spat on her hand and then worked his cock. Margot looked victoriously down at him and swished the cane she had broken him with earlier.

"Come for your mistress white boy; I want to see this tiny cock squirt for all it is worth" said Jessica as she stroked his rigidity whilst enjoying the warmth of his tongue as he probed and licked, viewed that tremendous ass, and Margot dominant with cane; he would come very swiftly indeed. Margot looked down at his face peeping out from under;

"And do not forget the caning you have earned; sometime next week I think. Jessica will attend and I may have some other friends to introduce you to. You may come now!" she commanded.

He felt the waves of ecstasy once more and duly squirted for all he was worth as he probed the delicious arsehole as the beads of sweat stung his eyes, Margot swishing the cane he was promised. He bucked as much as he could as Jessica teased the last spurts from his cock.

He was in yet another heaven. The women laughed at him as his balls gave up a worthy account of his submission.

When Dolores returned next day she found the two in her bedroom again, awaiting her return. Margot was sat on the bed wearing her white uniform and white sneakers; ready to resume normal duties. He was naked except for collar and leash, his wrists tied behind his back and his ankles bound also. He was gagged with a pair of her black silk panties and he lay facing a black towel which displayed evidence of his having been pleasured and milked relentlessly by the sublime and athletic black goddess. She knew it would be a week before she had him to herself and had ensured she had teased and tormented her monies worth from him.

Dolores looked down at him with indifference as Margot neatly folded the semen splattered towel, taking care to squeeze and wipe his cock with a clean bit, making him squirm. Dolores was used the practised dominance of Margot and this was the norm for her.

"I take it has performed his duties well for you while I have been away?" Dolores looked adoringly down at the face looking up at her panties bulging in his mouth.

"Oh yes Madam. He has asked if can spend some more time with me next Thursday, if that is OK?"

"That will be just fine" she said, as she sat down and started to untie his bonds.

"Thank you madam"; she looked at him as Dolores pulled the black panties free and handed them to her. She held them out in front of her and stood there in all her haughty dominance as his wrists were unbound.

"Come here and kiss my feet" Dolores smiled in admiration at her housekeeper as she showed the very essence of the complete domination of a male. He duly bowed down and kissed the white sneakers. Even this was enjoyable to him now. She thrust the silken panties at him.

"You keep these- I would hate you to forget me ever again!" he knelt there panties in hand, naked, as the beautiful vixen left without another word. Dolores laughed and clapped;

"come now you poor thing, I want my author back for a while, let's get you dressed and back down to the office; remember I said I had a surprise for you?"

****

Once again they drove down through that dreamy Art Deco world of Miami Beach; Dolores just kept smiling. He was in several versions of heaven all at once; he could still not quite believe it. Just the sunshine itself was exhilarating. They passed through the pastel and white world and approached Ariadne. There awaiting them were Judy, Carole, Holly, Agnes, Celeste... and many other women who were now familiar to him. Some of them held bottles of champagne.

As they left the car he was covered with coloured streamers and after hearing the pop of a bottle was handed a glass of champagne; he spilt most of this as Carole planted a warm and wet kiss squarely onto his lips, then nibbled his ear playfully. He was led into the building by the throng, and was greeted by huge display boards and a desk piled high with copies of a shiny new book; 'Tales of supreme and dark surrender' by... it was his name.

"We have all worked very hard to get this done by today – they are all waiting to come in and have you sign their first editions" said Dolores as she motioned toward the entrance lobby; a large queue of people was assembling.

"Looks like our marketing efforts have been a success- you should see the quantity of e-book request our internet site has received. You are going to be famous in SM circles! Now take a seat and we will let them in." the women made sure he was comfortable and all came to him individually to plant kisses on him, careful to whisper promises of further encounters with them as they did so; their smell and touch ensuring that something between his legs was awake to the situation- he was now enjoying business and pleasure!

All manner of people flooded in; young, old, male, female. He was taken aback by the amount of middle-aged ladies who appeared and wanted little messages signed into the book; 'obediently yours' etc. He was as thrilled as the requestors to add these personal touches and his imagination, as well as his cock, expanded as his eyes met with some of the secretly dominant women, some of whom left their card with messages asking for contact; on a strictly business level of course.

One lady appeared and asked him to write; 'I hope you have remembered our appointment?' he looked up to see the wonderfully supreme woman from the 'Anne Desclos' suite. No he had not forgotten.

"Tomorrow I believe" he said obediently. 

"Yes she said; we are going to have the most invigorating daytime pyjama party with the girls; you have no need to bring yours though! You will be ready for bed when I have finished with you; you will read and act out your stories with us. It is going to be such fun!" With that she took her book and he watched the full figured beauty strut away from him, and he imagined how he would pleasure her tomorrow.

At the end of the signing period they partied in one of the back rooms and toasted the success of the team as a whole; they could not, any of them, have achieved this without the others –though the females there were aware of their prize asset; a prize asset which they well and truly owned, and he was aware of this and was to enjoy it to the full.

Dolores drove him back to his apartment as the last of the warm evening sunshine disappeared. They went in for coffee and Dolores laughed as she noticed a pair of black silk panties pinned to his 'memo' board. Each of the women were equally important to him and he relished the company of each. Dolores though, was just a little bit special and he was very grateful to her for 'capturing' him. She would always get special attention and she knew it.

"You will feel much more comfortable with your clothes off" she said as she sipped her coffee and slid his laptop across the table to him with the spiked heel of her stiletto. She was pleased with his work today and wanted him to continue. She removed her skirt and panties, crossed her legs provocatively and said;

"You are not coming to bed until I have heard the clackety-clack of your imagination going into that computer; if your entry pleases me, I will let you please me elsewhere. I know you pleased Judy in a way in which she will pay you back for... you never know your luck."

He typed away... this dream was never ending.