3 comments/ 12015 views/ 1 favorites Caspian's Confessions Ch. 01 By: Sputnik57 It had been on his mind eternally, a yearning to meeting those of a similar frame of mind especially those females who had stated they had an admiration for his work, but only via e-mail comments thus far. A meet had been arranged at a quiet café in a small town to the south of where he lived; the venue determined as somewhere where all could remain incognito. His work had always expressed his strong desire to be submissive in the presence of dominant women, the characters within his stories a way of relieving those desires; now he was to meet face to face with people who had expressed an appreciation of that work, several of them openly dominant women. The idea had his nether regions tingling and made him sweat as he drove south. The thought of some of the comments made by the women about his most explicit of works gave him an erection as he thought of meeting them in the flesh. He turned into the main street and found a parking space, and then walked to the café, breathing heavily and feeling like a condemned man; the innocuous café now seeming like a place of execution. After a brief pause and moment of panic in which he thought of returning to his car, he took a deep breath and walked in. The chosen venue had a sultry feel to it; though just a café, it was well appointed with comfortable leather seating; the narrow frontage belied its size; like a cornucopia it went way back, passers-by would not see those within who had chosen to sit six or seven tables beyond the window. He looked around at the few people who sat around at the nearer tables; all were obviously just customers, so he then sheepishly approached the counter where a girl smiled at him, his body language showing her that coffee was not paramount upon his mind. "You must be with the party at tables 25 & 26; just go down and take a seat and I'll come and take your order in a moment." He thanked the smiling girl and was not sure if he felt easier or more scared at knowing exactly where to go. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture and walked down past the tables where people sat with newspapers, chatting or sipping coffee, oblivious to his adventure. He tried to walk as casually as he could but his legs felt leaden as he prepared himself for visual contact. His inner self was not disappointed with the immediate view he had of those at tables 25 & 26 as he approached, though outwardly they made him all the more nervous. Four women and two men sat at the tables; all were aged between 40 and 60, the women all dressed smartly but casually, all had a powerful look about them, a submissive's heaven. He made his move. "Hi, I'm a member of the 'net authors' group" This was not the actual name of the website but he felt coy about naming it in public, just in case there was some error. An Auburn haired woman in a tight black dress gave him a broad smile and pursed her lips, and then pointed the seat directly opposite her. "You sit there, I want to have a good look at you; don't tell us who you are, we are all going to guess who's who when everyone is here." He was sat next to a severe and equally attractive blonde woman, which did not help his erection which he was acutely aware of as it stiffened with the atmosphere. The blonde sat with crossed legs; her ample thighs displayed nicely by a tight bottle-green dress, her chin in her hand as she rested her elbow on the table. She looked at him with a friendly smile which was edged with her natural contempt for an inferior male. The two males said their hellos, and one of them was about to reveal perhaps a little too much about himself, when he was hushed by the third woman, a delightfully assertive brunette in her late fifties with hair in a bun and stern glasses, very shapely in a fifties style retro outfit; she put her upright finger to her lips and looked sternly at him, silencing him immediately and putting him firmly in his place. Though the portly balding male had never met the woman before, he sat back and cowered a little; it was apparent he knew his place, and there was no doubt which gender held the upper hand. Just as he was beginning to feel a little at ease, a perfectly shaped redhead also of mature years strutted elegantly to the table, black satin leggings and blouse expressing her womanly curves to excellent effect. She simply looked at him and waggled a pointed finger at the bench seat, making him squeeze carefully up close to the blonde; she simply smiled but did not move. The redhead sat down at an angle, as if ready to interrogate him in conjunction with the blonde; he was hemmed in between the two. The auburn haired woman smiled contentedly at all in attendance, especially the three males; the portly male and the third example, a wiry man with a goatee beard, sat smiling too, ogling the women that they sat with. Our author sat with timid smile; he had a reverence for all women, and these were all obviously very assertive examples. The waitress appeared, somehow looking sexier than any waitress could ever have looked in his eyes; his erection now seemed permanent, the soft scent of the closely sat women ensured that. "Can I take your order now?" The redhead looked down at the bulge in his jeans and responded with a wickedly candid delivery. "I'll have whatever he's having." The three other women looked him directly in the eye with stern smiles which mad him blush like a schoolboy at first, though the redhead's comment help break the ice; not that the temperature was cool anyhow. They placed their order and the males were asked one by one, what it was they appreciated about women, and who their favourite five authors were within the website. The wiry man mentioned several of the more popular authors, liked bdsm, and women who were adventurous and diverse; he didn't mind them having the upper hand from time to time, but liked to switch with regularity. The women crossed their arms and lifted their chins as he spoke; the redhead's eyes drifted to the bulge in the thin cotton trousers next to her, this was no doubt of more interest. The portly man was more forthright; he loved to be at the beck and call of women, especially younger ones. As he reeled off his favourite authors, the bulge twitched visibly as its owner heard his nom-de-plume mentioned; it stiffened all the more as he perceived that the women seemed to smile with appreciation at hearing the name, yes 'Caspian' was a very good author. He thought he had not given away any signs, but Caspian broke into a cold sweat as he noticed the female eyes upon him, before the portly man had anywhere near finished. "And you? What do you appreciate in a woman?" Caspian swallowed hard as the Auburn women crossed her legs again, deftly allowing her dress to ride up a little, showing thighs he would love to have his face between. His cock stiffened as he now knew he would have to tell the truth; the soft humiliation of 'coming out' to the one thing he most desired made his arse tingle with a subliminal blend of fear and erotic enjoyment. Unseen by the other males, but in full view of the contemptuous blonde, the redhead softly placed her hand on the bulge; a finger rubbing his bell end, making him rigid, as she prompted him. "You be a good boy and tell us just what you think; I know we shall like it." The hand continued to softly tease Caspian's member as his voice croaked to life. "I've always had a deep respect for women since my early teens; I didn't understand at first why I didn't seem to find the 'bimbo' type women in magazines as interesting as my contemporaries did. I was always drawn to older women, especially those who were in authority, Headmistresses, governesses, matrons etc. as I developed, so did this yearning for assertive women; I realised that I wanted to be controlled and owned by them." He paused for breath as the women stared at him, listening intently with their breasts heaving as they enjoyed his 'confession'. The hand squeezed his stiff cock, as though demanding more humiliation. "As I've got older that want has become more of a need; I've expressed my yearnings through my stories. I have truly learned to worship women and hope that you'll understand why I wanted to meet with people who felt the same." There was a brief silence as the women stared at me with triumphant expressions, and then the brunette and the Auburn women both applauded lightly, making other coffee shop patrons look up from their newspapers. Caspian's arse tingled again, more with relief having opened his mind just a little to the sort of women he longed to be with. The hand squeezed his cock tightly as the redhead whispered in his ear, as the blonde lost some of her contempt, eyeing Caspian with pouting lips; the owner of the controlling hand spoke. "I'm so hoping I've guessed correctly which author you are; either way I am glad I've met you, this won't be the last time." Caspian gulped as he took in her sweet scent. The two males sipped their coffees indifferently; they tried to appear blasé at the attention afforded him. The Auburn women's reaction was just the opposite; she leaned across the table and smiled down at the redhead's hand, previously unseen to her. "Now tell us whose stories you like to read, then us ladies will tell which author's give us most pleasure." Caspian could feel his underwear becoming sticky as his cock was gently nursed by a woman who had found something she liked. "I most like the works by 'Athena', 'Madame Rouge', 'Maxine', 'Gwendolyn X', 'Salome', 'Mistress Venus', and 'Velvet'. I'm not sure which is my favourite, but their explicit authoritative fantasies are really enjoyable." He blushed a little before he finished. "They are a submissive male's dream." The four women now gave Caspian their undivided attention. The two other males finished their coffees as the women beamed and smiled with smug satisfaction; Caspian was obviously in the company of one or more of his favourite authors. The Women then each reeled off their favourites; they each mentioned 'Caspian' within their listings and seemed to give the name special emphasis as they announced it. Caspian's cock buzzed each time he heard his name mentioned; this was not lost on the redhead. She had squeezed his cock hard and stared him right in the eye as she said it; the game was up, Caspian would be hers. The guessing game started; the two males turned out to be 'Nimrod' and 'Sub miscreant' the women eyed the remaining male, whose cock was already the captive servant of one of their own. In unison they chanted. "...and you are 'Caspian''. Caspian bowed out of modesty as he made the admission. He found himself playing footsie with four women for the next hour or so whilst writing etc. was discussed. Then the brunette said it was time to leave, but that all in attendance would be invited to a party in a fortnight's time, now they had got to know each-other. Cards were given out with the venue and the two other males stood and said their goodbyes, pleased with the party invite; they'd love to see these women again. Caspian went to stand, to leave too, but was held firm by the redhead who whispered as the other two men were distracted. "You stay right there." Caspian did a he was told and remained as the fat and thin left the coffee house. The auburn women smiled wickedly. "Thank god they've gone. Now we can enjoy the rest of the day together." The women converged on Caspian. They looked at each other as they did so. "Who's house then?" The redhead removed took some keys from her handbag and jangled them. The women then looked at Caspian in unison. The blonde rubbed his cock this time as the assertive brunette spoke. "It's time to realise your dreams; you're coming with us so we can listen to you read our favourite tales." Caspian's Confessions Ch. 02 Caspian thought about simply exerting the physical advantage of his masculine form and struggling free to walk away from this self-inflicted dream, but the natural authority of the women, and his own inbuilt desire to be controlled by their obvious superiority, ensured his obedience to them. The redhead, whose residence they were all to venture to; the web in which he would be entangled, looked at Caspian with a confirmed air of confidence. "Give me the keys to your car, you'll go with one of the girls, I shall lead and that way we'll all arrive without hitch." She held out her perfectly manicured hand and Caspian duly obliged and handed over his keys. As he did so, his balls tingled in resignation at the recognition of a superior entity. The redhead recognised his submission too; her face smirked with a satisfied look of impending complete and utter victory over his inferior soul. Caspian's feet seemed to float as he walked from the café out into the daylight of the street with the women. He could not help but notice how much taller than each of them he was, and this in itself seemed to exemplify his predicament, in that these strutting, delicate and effeminate creatures had already affirmed their dominance over him. His cock stiffened as he ventured to imagine what lay ahead of him. He was sat in the back of the blonde's car, and the authoritative Brunette made herself comfortable next to him. She gave a perverse smile as he snapped his seat-belt on. "Now we have you, nice and secure. You may call me Athena; I'm so glad you favour my stories. Perhaps we should work on writing one together." As she laughed at her own little quip, he viewed the beautifully assertive and mature woman with extra reverence as he thought of some of her work. His cock swelled uncontrollably as he recalled the physical pleasure he'd awarded himself, on imagining being one of the characters facing the stern and ruthless women in her tales. She smiled with satisfaction as she noted his mute excitement on facing the woman responsible for pleasing him erotically. She gently rubbed the bulge between his legs. "We all intend to have you tell us exactly what excites you, as an obviously submissive male; I will so enjoy getting to know you intimately." She giggled softly as he swallowed hard and her words made his cock pulse; not unnoticed by her softly caressing hand, in turn making her pussy tingle with pleasure. The blonde commented as she drove after the redhead passing by in his car. "You make sure there's a little left of him for the rest of us won't you Athena? We don't want you to devour him before we've all had our fun." He felt as though his destiny had already been decided as the brunette acknowledged the husky-voiced blonde. "Venus is relishing having some time all to herself with you too; the group therapy is so stimulating, but there's nothing like individual sessions to engender inspiration for writing." The two giggled knowingly as the small motorcade headed out of the main town area. His cock now rigid with anticipation as Athena whispered the titles of novels alternatively written by him and her, whilst continuing to tease his cock. His mind boggled with what he may have let himself in for, as the lewd characters from the novels blossomed in his mind. They drove for about 15 minutes before reaching an avenue of detached houses, each hidden by leafy hedgerows. Caspian watched the women alight from the vehicles with interest; his libido had been charged by the two he spent the journey with, but each of the five had a stern elegance; he would willingly have submitted to any of them in his fantasises. A plump and very appealing woman with very large breasts and jet black hair, aged about 50, sauntered elegantly over to him accompanied by the equally elegant auburn madam. Both oozed a supreme matronly confidence. Caspian's cock stiffened and tingled as the back haired one, who resembled a buxom Bettie Page addressed him with a half-smile, half look of hunger as she took his hand tightly and led him to the door, as though to ensure he didn't run off. "Well Caspian, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself back at the café, I was too busy thinking about the next chapter of 'Terminal Solution' I know you've read it so far and have enjoyed its progress; I'm 'Velvet' you see." She felt him shudder slightly with obvious excitement and with a little trepidation at her announcement; Caspian had exchanged intimate e-mails with her, expressing nothing short of idolisation and worship for her stories, which surrounded absolute domination of males, selected, enjoyed and processed. She gripped his hand tightly as he blushed visibly while she ensured he was taken through the door. "You're a lot cuter than I imagined you'd be; I can't wait to have you read to me when we have our time alone together, you're going to tell me exactly what turns you on and just why; we are going to help each-other no end." Caspian felt a little more at ease, though his blood-pressure kept his excitement at a rock-hard peak. He was determined to try to keep fantasy from reality; if these superb women would allow it. The elegant women smiled as they walked him in through the large black front door of the Georgian house. They all smiled as the door clunked shut behind them and the sexy redheaded women dead-locked the door and removed the key with a very suggestive smile. Velvet squeezed his hand tightly. "No-one is going to leave in a hurry; Rouge is such a stickler for security, you can see that from the fate of the poor tormented souls in her stories." The women laughed as he was ushered through the luxurious house which was very expensively furnished. Caspian was taken into a large well-appointed lounge with a circle of leather seating and as small futon centrally positioned. A huge fireplace opposite French windows took his attention immediately; a massive leather bullwhip adorned the mantelpiece. As he drew his eyes away from it, lest the women should note his obvious attraction to it, he noticed that halfway down the garden was a post with shackles at top and bottom. His cock buzzed as the women made it known in no uncertain terms that they were aware he'd seen the items. The Auburn haired women smiled with satisfaction as she let him know it was obvious the whip and post appealed to his submissive persona. "We girls sometimes have a competition to see whose prowess with the 'Black Mistress' is the best. I know you'd like to see that. Perhaps we'll have you shackled if you don't inspire us further with your work." The women sighed wistfully, rather than laugh at her quip. Athena squinted wickedly through her glasses and licked her lips. "Maxine is such a tease; of course we'll demonstrate our prowess with the Black Mistress before you leave. You can go and watch through the small bathroom window, or perhaps come outside and keep low, kneeling perhaps, so to avoid any mishaps. Which would you prefer?" Caspian knew that he would have to opt for the position outside, as it was obvious to the women what would occur if he were to watch these stern women flex and crack a delicious looking whip, without them watching over him themselves. "Oh... I should like to watch outside of course." His cock buzzed as he thought about making an excuse to visit the bathroom at the earliest opportunity to relieve his aching member; this was more subliminal than any erotic dream he'd had. Athena then stunned him as though she had read his mind. In a straight faced matter-of –fact fashion she commented again. "Really? We ladies would think, you being submissive, that you'd have taken the opportunity to masturbate whilst watching us from the bathroom. Most males invited here do." The five women laughed aloud as Caspian blushed redder than ever, as the brunette helped herself once more to the bulge in his crotch. Smiling Maxine and Rouge went through a side door to a small computer study and started to print off stories from the web site. Venus and Velvet helped him off with his jacket and stroked his body softly as he looked about the room. His cock was not eased as he noted framed prints on the walls from artists such as Montorgueil and Jim of Germany, to name just a couple. The two women came back with the printed stories. They had him squat down on the futon as they pulled in their chairs and sat around him; each woman now developing an air of studied nonchalance, casually treating him to slow crossings of beautiful nylon clad legs, and ample views of thighs. The masturbation joke had served a greater purpose than Caspian had realised. The planned joke had taken him down a notch before the women, and broken the ice somewhat. This allowed the women to make their next move. Maxine smiled softly at him, and then the other women as she casually stood and lifted her dress revealing a beautiful camel-toe which had Caspian staring unashamedly. "I think we could be a little more comfortable; shall we dress for the session?" All the women agreed and all started to leave the room. Velvet looked sternly at Caspian. "You just stay where you are and amuse yourself with the whip and the pictures." She then smiled down at his bulge. "And don't you dare masturbate, not just yet." Caspian watched her stride from the room as she lifted her dress over her head, showing him a beautifully full backside. Oh how he wanted to masturbate. He took in the whip and the various pictorial depictions of men being shown their position before women; one of Montorgueil's pictures of a ginger woman caning a bowing male had him fantasising about Rouge, the similarity was striking. He took a sharp intake of breath as the women returned. All five wore black lacy see-through dressing gowns, which barely hid any of their supremely feminine attributes. Caspian broke into a sweat at the sight. The full breasts of the mature women, the soft slight bulge of their bellies, full thighs and long smooth legs. The women sat, encircling him; their womanly scent now very noticeable. Caspian felt a little uncomfortable which suited the women perfectly. They would now instil another measure of their dominance. The supreme and confident Velvet took the lead as the others smiled knowingly. "We can't have you dressed in those cumbersome clothes Caspian; you need to be able to relax like us in order to appreciate the readings we are to sample." The women grinned as she took a thin chiffon like bundle from behind her back as she and Athena stood. They started to undo his shirt and lower garments. Caspian gasped as the smiling women had him strip naked. He wanted to die with shame at first, but their controlling smiles eased him. They rubbed their hands with glee as his erection was exposed for the first time. Despite the strangely pleasing humiliation, his cock stiffened to match the poor wretches in the pictures which looked down on him. Velvet unfurled the garment and placed it over him and the women applauded their approval as Velvet tied the black chiffon shawl about his neck and splayed the effeminate furled collar with a soupreme smile of satisfaction. His cock stood erect and on show beneath the long chiffon shawl with large waving sleeves; it looked like a large skirt and cloaked his kneeling body. The women smiled victoriously; his ego had been reduced a further notch or two. They had feminised him beautifully; he was beginning to know his place in reality as well as fantasy. Caspian's Confessions Ch. 03 The women smiled smugly as they sorted the prints from the computer between them; Caspian was desperate to come now, as he watched their elegantly manicured hands pass the literature to each-other, their long mature legs crossing and shapely feet wagging the black stilettos each had donned to add to his exquisite torture. He now longed to read something to them, to take his mind from his raging need for relief. What had he let himself in for? His cock dribbled as his eyes drifted casually to the whip in error. He closed them for a moment and swallowed hard. Athena brought him round with her matter-of-fact tone. "You shall make us ladies a coffee before we start; you'll not need one though. Instant will be fine; the kitchen is through there, you'll see what's necessary." He found it a little difficult to stand at first, as the women all paused from their selecting of tales to stare as he ventured to do as he was told. Their staring satisfied smiles as they watched him walk to the kitchen in the effeminate chiffon shawl, spoke volumes of the pleasure they were having of him thus far. He gave no thought to the stern woman's command, he just obeyed automatically; this had not gone unnoticed. In the kitchen, a tray with six cups was apparent, along with the coffee jar, spoons and kettle. An elegant cream boat and small pot of sugar were also upon the tray; all set out for him. He remembered what Athena had said and removed the sixth cup; the kettle boiled and as he returned to the lounge, his cock immediately lifted in the chiffon below the tray, as the sweet scent of soft womanly perfume and their arousal was made all the more apparent after the sterile air in the kitchen. It stiffened all the more when he saw Velvet had removed the whip from the wall and stood posing dominantly with it. She smiled wickedly on seeing that this encouraged his excitement, and gave the vicious weapon a swift jerk, sending a looping ripple along its length to snake down to the evil looking knot at its tip. Athena pointed to a small table in the corner without speaking. And I took the tray there. Velvet strode over, trailing the whip, making his balls and anus tingle with a sublime mixture of fear and erotic excitement. She laid the whip out, around the futon. "There! That will help with the atmosphere as you read for us." Caspian would not disagree. "Well?" The assertive Athena barked impatiently as he stood like a maid in the chiffon. "Ask us all in turn how we take our coffee, and then you can start to entertain us." She pointed to Rouge and he began with her. Each of the women took a deeply sublime pleasure in having the chiffon clad naked male perform this simple service at their behest. They were all asserting their natural dominance over him as he spooned and stirred to order, whilst kneeling before each with the tray. He was learning absolute humility without realising it. Athena smiled with an even deeper satisfaction than the others, as he had taken the order from her and obeyed to the letter. As he procured the fifth and final cup as per her required pleasure, her nipples bulged sweetly in the lacy fabric. "I am so glad you removed the sixth cup as told; other males have simply ignored our wishes and helped themselves, showing their inert masculine impudence and disrespect. We can see that you show truly submissive promise, and will know your place amongst your superiors, should we choose to display you in other circles we are involved with. You may have a coffee too; when we are satisfied you have earned one." The women grinned and sighed with their approval; Athena pointed to the futon as Caspian knelt with cock stiffer than ever, and he returned with the tray there. The whip was now permanently displayed before him, and never completely out of his mind. The women now crossed their legs and relaxed as Maxine eagerly passed him a script; it was a tale he had written of a chauvinistic businessman who was shown his true purpose in life, in an erotic journey of complete and utter submission to a woman. The Auburn beauty's pink nipples poked invitingly through her black lace as she lifted her head and thrust the pages at him with a lust in her eyes. "You'll read this one first; I found this truly inspirational and have longed to act it out with a male. If you read it well, with passion, I may have a treat for you when we have our time alone together." Caspian's cock throbbed as he looked at the full and sultry figure before him; he would give anything to act out what he knew lay within the script with such a dominant, mature woman. He gulped as his nerves took hold of him, how he needed that coffee now, how he wanted to come, how he wanted to be Maxine's intimate toy as per the businessman. The women continued to sip their coffee as though it were nectar as he cleared his throat and began to recite. Caspian was close to messing in the chiffon at times, as he re-lived the character's descent to submission, describing his abuse and usage by a strict and domineering female who slowly took complete control. Maxine smiled wistfully as she gently massaged her sex through the lace as she listened; the other women equally intense as Caspian overrode his acute humiliation as he described the character's pleasure, and indeed his own as the writer, in graphic detail. Tongue and womanly erogenous zones, scents, tastes and genital characteristics intimately portrayed, along with the feelings of submission and relief through orgasms brought on in humiliating circumstances. The women applauded loudly when he reached the end; his face red with a mixture of shame and passion. Maxine wagged her finger at him, smiling warmly; she then held the middle finger of her right hand out, under his nose as he came and knelt before the authoritative woman, much to the delight of the others. "You can smell my excitement can't you?" Caspian was in heaven as he took in the rich feminine scent of Maxine's mature womanhood, his manhood poking up through the chiffon which was now smeared with his own excitement. "You may lick my fingers clean; I think you've earned that privilege. I do so love that tale." Caspian licked lovingly at Maxine's sticky fingers as the women laughed at his eagerness to taste her sweet essences. When he'd done, Rouge then ordered him to take the coffee cups out and put them in the dishwasher. The women all followed him through this time, and then stood with crossed arms as he carefully placed cups and saucers in the appliance. Venus filled a glass with water and beckoned him over to her. She smirked as the delightfully buxom Velvet took a jar of pills from a cupboard. "Time for your medicine; we can't have you not maintain your performance later. Open wide." Caspian gaped and the women giggled as Velvet popped the blue tablet into his mouth and Venus obliged with the water. The woman laughed as he swallowed and they too, took the 'medicine'. Velvet took Caspian by his stiff cock and led him by it, back into the lounge, the others fondling his cheeks in the chiffon as he was led like a lamb to the slaughter. Velvet was becoming very excited. "Time for my choice of story."