2 comments/ 28797 views/ 3 favorites Dancing at the Ivy Ch. 01 By: pandoras_evil_ It was a hot Friday night. Everybody who was anybody was at The Ivy, the hottest club in town. The music pumped so loud you could feel it in your bones, the drinks were reasonably priced and you could count on the duty manager to call you a good taxi if you drank too much. The bouncer collected a reasonable entry fee, while keeping the known troublemakers out. For Victoria and Veronica, best friends since childhood, it was a second home. The owner of the club was Veronica's uncle. The girls had a free entry and free drinks. They also brought a lot of business. As two of the hottest things in town, all the guys came to try their luck, and all the girls came to console the not so fortunate. Tonight, Victoria wore a red corset, short black skirt, and black knee high boots. Her blonde hair was tied in a pair of pigtails high on her head, her make-up was simple; light blue eye shadow, light glitter on her cheeks, and bright red lipstick. She may look like an innocent, but she was a dominant woman. No man controlled her, no man dared. She was quick with wit as sharp as a razors edge. The only person who had a chance of tempering her anger was Veronica. Veronica wore a black corset, red skirt, black boots. Violet eye shadow, red lipstick, and glitter on her cheeks. Her black hair in a single ponytail down her back. She was laughter to Victoria's frowns. She would follow, she would submit. She didn't know how to deny any request. It was Victoria who kept her from being taken advantage of. Veronica danced. Her lithe body danced to the sensual music, yet she danced alone. Victoria watched her friend with smile. She sat at the bar, considering her whiskey shot, while listening to the music. Normally she would be dancing with her friend, ignoring the men who watched with desire. But for now, she let Veronica dance. And gods, could she dance. When Veronica danced alone, drink sales doubled. The sinuous movements of her hips, arms, legs, made the men lose their voice, so they drank to embolden their courage. Perhaps if they drank enough, they would ask her to dance with them. But many feared Victoria's stare. When the two girls danced together, bodies barely touching, hinting at a relationship of more than friendship, drink sales went through the roof. The only people who danced when they did was other women, hoping to attract a partner, or attempt to upstage the pair. It never happened. Victoria ignored them and Veronica was so sweet that all eyes stayed glued to them, and them alone. The drink. Victoria threw it back, the liquor burned pleasantly down her throat. "She looks good tonight," the barman, Matt commented. "Your work?" She smiled. "She does look tasty." She turned to Matt. "Have a KGB ready for her. She's going to need it." "So is everyone else." He laughed. She returned to her friend, slipping into the music as she would a hot bath. With an ease that bespoke familiarity, Victoria placed a hand on her friends hip, a gentle pressure on fabric covered skin. She knew how they must look, touching almost intimately. Every mans fantasy. Veronica turned her back to Victoria, and moved into her. Victorias hand was now encircled around the others waist. They moved as one, almost breath as one. Victoria smiled again, thinking abut the poor men who would be salivating over them. Of the cocks growing, all because of them. The song ended, and Veronica turned around. "I'm gonna grab a drink, be a few." "See Matt, he's got one ready." Victoria danced along to the next song, enjoying the attention. She moved, not as sinuous as her friend, but with sex in each and every movement of her body. While Victoria danced, revelling in the attention, Veronica sat at the bar. She watched her friend with adoration. "Sure is hot," a voice said. "What?" "Your friend. She's amazing." He looked to be in his mid twenties. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a wedding ring on the hand holding a glass. "Looks like you might be otherwise engaged." She smiled. "She's a frigid bitch. Married her to get some action, and suddenly its non existent. She thinks I'm out with the boys." "When really, you're looking for a young piece of, what?" She laughed. "If you're offering," he smiled at her. "I don't do married guys. But if you want, I can see if Vicks wants you," Veronica told him. She finished her drink, left the empty bottle on the bar, and floated back to her friend. "Vick, see the guy at the bar?" Veronica asked. "Cute with dark hair? Watching us?" Victoria continued dancing. "That's the one. He wants some action. Think you can accommodate him?" Veronica had a wicked grin to her eyes. "We'll see." They carried on dancing through two more songs, getting hot and sweaty before they paid him anymore attention. By mutual agreement, they took a break, retuning to the bar. "Can I buy you two a drink?" Cute guy with dark hair, asked. "Sure, two shots of tequila, for us," Veronica announced. "We'd also like your name," Victoria followed. "Two shots each, and I'm Shane." "Nica says you're after some action. What kind of action are you after?" Victoria asked. "Depends on what you want," Shane replied. "Don't you know who we are? You ask," Veronica started. "And we give you what we think you deserve," Victoria finished. "Especially as you're going to be cheating on your wife, you deserve punishment." Veronica added. "And we might just be the girls to deliver it." Victoria finished. "Well, I don't think I can argue with any of that." Shane looked at the girls in disbelief. "He prolly thinks we're kidding," Veronica whispered to Victoria. "Shall we go?" Shane suggested. The three left the club, Veronica gave Shane their address, while Victoria got their jackets and helmets from Veronicas uncle. "So, what do you think?" Veronica asked. "I think he underestimates us," Victoria replied. "Underestimates you, you mean. You're the scary one." "Hasn't he heard our reputation?" Victoria wondered. "I doubt it. He's married, so he probably hasn't been out in years." The girls laughed as they got off the motorbike, Veronica pulling her keys out of her pocket. The door was scarcely open when a dirty gold Pontiac Trans Am V8, pulled up into their driveway. "What a poser," Veronica laughed. "This is going to be fun." Victoria waited for Shane at the door. "Nice place, girls," he commented as he entered the house. "It does the trick." Veronica led the way into the bedroom, flicked on the light, and sat in a chair that faced the bed. Victoria turned him to face her, and distracted him by kissing him deeply. He pulled her down with him as he feel on the bed, and didn't notice until it had already happened. There were thick fabric cuffs on his wrists, holding them out and away from each other, attached to the head of the bed. "What the fuck?" he demanded. "I told you," Victoria said patently. "You've been a bad boy, and need to be punished." She slipped out of the corset, with help form Veronica, slid the skirt and her panties down. The boots stayed on. Veronica handed her a pair of black fingerless mesh gloves and her ridding helmet. While Victoria put them on, the other girl unlocked a mall chest, and pulled out a few thing. Shane was struggling against the bonds, with no results. "There really is no point in struggling. We had a professional do the rig, there is no way you will be able to get free." Victoria announced. "You're crazy, bitch. Let me go." Shane yelled. Veronica had a knife in her hand. "That is quite enough of that, you naughty boy." With that, she cut his shirt down the middle leaving his chest and stomach exposed. Victoria held a crop in her hand, the black of the leather creating a stunning contrast with her pale skin. Shane was almost mesmerised by the sight. Veronica had his shoes off, undid his jeans, and had them down around his ankles before either girl noticed the slight tenting in his boxers. "He's enjoying it, Vicks." Veronica giggled. "Better tie his ankles, before we get started." Victoria trailed the leather crop down her naked breasts, before suddenly bringing it down on Shane's legs. Again, and again, she hit him, with all her strength. These weren't love taps. It was a punishment. With every hit, he cringed. He wasn't used to pain. To receiving it anyway. But here he was tied down, being repetitively hit by a beautiful blonde who clearly knew what she was doing. And he was enjoying it. His cock was growing by the second. He panted at the painful erection, and at the pain. "Please," he begged. "Please, what?" Victoria asked, amusement dancing in her blue eyes. "Pull my boxers down," he pleaded. "It does look awfully uncomfortable," Veronica commented. "Very well." Victoria and Veronica slipped the boxers down, just far enough that Shane's thick purple cock was exposed. Then Victoria resumed the punishment. Swish, swish, swish, went the crop against legs, and stomach, until Shane begged and pleaded with her to stop. Victoria laughed. But she didn't stop. Shane's upper legs were covered in red marks, and was his abdomen. Finally, she tired of hearing his pleas for her to stop. She threw the crop to the floor, and crawled up to bed. "I'm going to sit on your face, and your going to make me cum. If you don't, then I'll use the crop again. And I won't stop until I see blood. Got it?" Victoria demanded. "Yes, just please, don't whip me again, please?" Shane pleaded. "Then you had better make me come good." With that, Victoria lowered her aroused pussy to his lips, her booted calves on either side of his head. At first the lips were hesitant, the tongue little more than a nuisance. It was only after Veronica was instructed to use the crop on Shane's cock, that he fully applied himself to the task of Victoria's oral pleasure. The tongue was like a small cock, invading her hole, wet, and hard. He nibbled the hood and at her clit, causing her to gasp in pleasure. "More," she demanded. "More!!!" His tongue pumped in and out of her pussy, making Victoria writhe, and moan. "Is he good?" Veronica asked, a smile on her lips. "Oh, yes," gasped Victoria. "He's a born pussy-licker." As Shane attacked her pussy with tongue and teeth, Victoria humped his face, grinding down, making it almost a struggle for him to breath. "He must be enjoying you, he's looking like a flag pole," Veronica remarked. "Close, so close," Victoria gasped. "Nearly there, oh, god, so fucking close. Oh gods. Aaaaa," she cried as her first orgasm of the night ripped through her. She fell forward, catching the iron of the head board. "Do you give your wife treatment like that?" Victoria gasped, as she lifted herself off his face. "No. Like I said, frigid bitch. Are you gonna fuck me now?" Shane asked. "Again with the questions. You are very naughty." Veronica tusked. "How should we punish him this time, Vicks?" "Cock ring, and vibrating butt plug. Had better grab the vaseline. I think he'll need it." Victoria instructed. While Veronica grabbed the mentioned items from the chest, Victoria considered the man tied down on her bed. "We are going to put a plug up your arse. And if you behave, we might turn it on. You'll enjoy that." Veronica covered the plug in the lubricant, making somewhat of a show of it. She handed the purple plug to her friend. "Don't worry, Shane. Its soft, it'll fit like a glove." Victoria smiled, settling between his legs, and pressed the cold soft plastic to his anus. "Take a breath," she advised. She pushed the device in with force. "Aaagghhh," he cried. "It's in?' Veronica asked. "It is, nice and tight, but he hasn't earn't it turned on yet." She laughed. "Hand me the ring, no the smaller one. He's not that big." "What do you mean, not that big?" He demanded. "Vicks right. Seen bigger." She handed the smaller one to her friend. Victoria placed the ring on Shane's slowly growing erection. "Did I mention you've been a very bad boy?" She almost whispered. Shane's breathing became heavy as Victorias soft hand was almost torture. Feather soft on his long prick as she slid a condom onto him, then the ring over top. The ring constricting his growth, making him hold out for longer before he could cum. Victoria was going to use him well tonight. "He looks ready, Vicks. I think you are to." Veronica's face was lit like a Christmas tree, she was ready for a show. Victoria slid her left leg up, over his thigh, and settled beside his hip, then repeated the movement with her right, making the movements as slow and seductive as only practice could make. The move complete, she remained slightly elevated, raised above his erect cock, her arms resting on the headboard. "Beg," she demanded. "No," he spat. She rubbed her wet naked slit against him. "Beg," she purred. "No." It was weaker than the last. She rubbed again, lent down, her arms resting comfortably by his head. "Beg," she whispered. "Please," he responded. "You can do better than that," she scolded. "Please?" he asked. "Come on, Shane. All you have to do is beg. Like a good boy, and I'll drop down and help you out." She instructed. "Please. Fuck me," he pleaded. "Fuck me? Is that how you address your mistress?" She taunted. "Fuck me, please Mistress," his voice held uncertainty, desire, and lust. "Since you asked nicely." Victoria sank onto his erect cock, felt it's length go deep. He gasped at the warmth that enveloped his cock. So tight, so wet, so perfect. "Oh, fuck, so fucking tight," Shane gasped. Victoria stopped moving. She slapped him, hard across his face. "How dare you address your mistress so appallingly." Her voice was flat, emotionless. "You will apologise now or we will have to continue with the crop," she told him quite calmly. "I'm sorry, I got carried away. Forgive me," he sarcastically spat at her. The crop came down on his stomach. Twice. Three times. Four. Hard. "Stop, please." He sounded sincere. "Please, Mistress, I'm sorry." She ground slowly against his hard cock, soundless in her gyrations. "Please," Shane begged. "Please Mistress, fuck me." She moved faster, harder, all without uttering a sound. Fast, hard. The only sounds were skin slapping skin, and Shane's grunts, gasps and moans. Veronica fingered herself while watching her dearest friend fuck this cheating husband. Wet sounds filled the room, sex flooded it's occupants senses. And still they continued. Victoria pounded herself on the adulterous cock, ensuring that her pleasure spots were stimulated. Slowly but surely she brought herself ever closer to orgasm, closer and closer. The pressure built up inside her, and she knew that it wouldn't be long now. She let the wave wash over her, her hips on automatic now, as she experienced a wash of sensation. It was more powerful than the first, this cock induced orgasm. Victoria waited till she could think clearly, then moved harder. Faster. She wanted another. And Shane was going to oblige her. He was in no position to disobey. Not again. She came three more times, before he finally filled the condom with his hot cum. Victoria was tired, almost numb from her orgasms and the sex. Shane was gasping for breath, from the constant hold on his cock. Veronica had a dreamy look in her eyes that said she was well sated for the night. Victoria pulled herself of Shane in a fluid movement that did nothing to betray her weakness. She undid the cuffs holding Shane down, and told him to get dressed. She walked him to the door. "Go back to your wife. Be unfaithful again and I really will punish you. He nodded, and hurriedly left before she changed her mind. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked. He looked at her quizzically. "You haven't thanked me for giving you the best sex of your miserable existence?" "Thank you, Mistress Victoria, for showing me just how bad I am. For fucking my brains out, for giving me the best sex of my life, for..." he faltered. "What else did I let you do?" her voice light, but dangerous. "For letting me suck your pussy." Her expression told him that he hadn't gotten it quite right. "Thank you Mistress, for letting me suck your pussy." "Your welcome. Now go home to your wife and give her the best sex of her life, and if she doesn't come at least three times, I really shall have to punish you some more." With a wicked grin, Victoria left Shane standing on the doorstep wondering just how she could possibly find out. Dancing at the Ivy Ch. 02 For the next two weeks, Shane thought of little except the two V girls: quiet, watchful Veronica, and strong, dominant Victoria. How she had taken her pleasure from him, hurt and humiliated him. Threatened him. He had done as commanded, giving his wife multiple orgasms before forcing her to satisfy him. And it had. For a time. Then he would find himself thinking, dreaming of them. His wife didn't know or suspect anything. His wife. Such a plain girl. Mousy brown hair, soft brown eyes, she had the look of a deer in headlights. Plain lips, average breasts, average body, there was nothing special to her. Just her name. Innocee. A family that made the headlines regularly. A family of fashion, cosmetics, and jewellery designers. Mary Jane Innocee was part of a family that had more money, per person, than even Shane knew what to do with. From the moment her learned her name, he desired it all. He had wooed her, run off with her, and had married her. He expected her family to either give them a nice amount of money, to keep her in a style befitting a member of their family, or to pay him off, to leave her life for good. Instead he found out that she had been disinherited. The only way her family would give her any money, was if she became pregnant, and that was next to impossible. For starters, he was sterile. His early forays into sexuality, he had believed like many others that he was bullet proof. By the time he found out that he had contracted a sexually transmitted infection, it had been too late. He didn't even want children, horrible small people. Secondly, Mary had some medical problem that would affect her ability to conceive. He had never paid a great deal of attention to her at the time. So he was married to a girl he neither loved nor liked, couldn't get hold of her families money, and they wouldn't pay him to leave. The only reason he stayed was that she gave great head, and let him use her anyway she wanted. So he thought about the only girls who drove him crazy. Veronica and Victoria. When Mary announced that her cousins wanted to take them to dinner, he hardly listened. He had missed the names. And he couldn't ask for them, it would give him away. He was stuck with waiting till Friday night to find out which cousins they were having dinner with. The night of the dinner arrived. Shane was dressed in his best suit, black jacket, tie, pants and shoes, white shirt. Mary wore her red cocktail dress, with black heels. Her cousins had arranged a car for to take them to the fancy French restaurant so they could both drink. At the restaurant, they slid out of the car, to be greeted by an identical man and woman. Both were tall, blue eyed, with long auburn hair and full red lips. She wore a midnight blue spaghetti strap dress that fell just below her arse, with blue heels. He wore a midnight blue silk shirt, with ice blue tie, black pants and shoes. Shane was stunned speechless. It wasn't either of the V girls, it was two very attractive Innocee heirs. "I'm Alexander," the man introduced himself, gestured to the lady. "And this is my sister, Alexis. You must be Shane." He extended his hand for Shane to shake. Alexander escorted Mary to the table, Alexis silently following, and Shane trailed behind, ignored. Dinner was much the same. Alexander asked Mary question after question about herself, work and her marriage. Alexis ate in silence, looking merely mildly amused by the whole thing, while Shane was ignored. Any question he asked was ignored, and none were directed to him. Alexander ordered, after a lengthy discussion about which was better (the lamb, steak, pork, or fish) with Mary (Alexis sat silently), for himself, Mary and Alexis in fluent French, leaving Shane to stumble through the menu, the waiter waiting impatiently. Dessert was the same. Shane excused himself, but he needn't have bothered. None of the others listened, or gave the slightest indication of caring. So Shane grumbled all the way to the restroom, grumbled as he found the first empty stall, grumbled as he shut and locked the door, as he dropped his pants and sat. Then the lights went out. Shane swore, loudly. He pulled up his trousers, taking care not to hurt himself, and fumbled for the lock. He barely left the stall, when something was shoved over his head, his hands bound behind him, and he was pushed out by strong hands. He was led out the back, through the kitchen, to a car. Pushed in, and driven away. After driving for sometime, the car stopped. A door opened and he was pulled out, pulled along a path, up some stairs. He tripped, was but pulled roughly to his feet. Into a house. One person held him, while another stripped his clothes from his body. Then he was tied to, something. Suddenly the sack was gone. Shane was momentarily blinded by the bright light. A few blinks, and he was able to see. Standing a couple of meters in front of him, in a pair of white knee high socks, black leather shoes, white blouse, back skirt, with her blonde hair in pig tails and looking the picture of innocence, was Victoria. Before he could speak, Shane noticed other people around the room, all standing in small groups. All were dressed in uniform like costumes. Some looked like lawyers, some innocent students, others rebellious, even slutty students. Some looked like prostitutes, some looked like they were heading to the beach. And still more personified the 'dominant' and 'submissive' roles. He alone was stark naked. The gathering were all silent, but there was an underlying tension in the air that made Shane nervous. Very nervous. And perhaps, for the first time in his life, little scared. Victoria shattered the silence. "You are here to learn to be a proper man, and a proper husband," she announced. "Or you can leave, and we will expose you." "Expose what?" Shane demanded. There were angry murmurs floating around the room. Victoria silenced them with a glance. "As a wife beater. You will be arrested, tried and will go to jail." "Blackmail is an adults' game, little girl," he sneered. "Enough," a powerful and educated male voice demanded. "If that is how you feel, let me present you with your choices." The owner of the voice was a tall, powerfully built man, with salt and pepper hair and piercing blue eyes. "You can be exposed to your family, friends and community as a wife beater. You will lose your job, go to jail, lose all respect and you will be issued with divorce papers. Or. You can undergo training to make you a fit husband for an Innocee daughter. You will have money, power and respect. To give you some idea of what that will involve, you have tonight as a trial. Victoria will continue the training she began with you the last time you met. Tomorrow I will come for your decision." The man turned to go. "Everyone else, please leave. Victoria will be fine." He shot Shane a parting glance. "Should you fight, attempt to hurt Victoria or try to escape, prison will seem preferable to what will happen to you." "What's going on?" Shane demanded. "Tonight is a taste. Tomorrow will bring answers," Victoria said. Then she slapped him across the face with surprising strength. "That," she spat, "was for speaking out of turn. From now on, you will call me Mistress. You will do what I say, when I say it. If I punish you, and I will, you will thank me for it. You will remember that I have given up my valuable time to train you. Am I understood?" She demanded. But Shane wasn't going to give in that easily. "No, it isn't. I haven't done anything wrong." She smiled. "I hoped you'd say that. But it is part of the training." Then there was a whip in her hand, and a pain down his leg. She had hit him, so fast that it took a few moments to him to register the pain. "Bitch," he swore. "That is Mistress to you," she reprimanded. And hit him again. Again, and again. She paused to admire the red marks appearing on his leg. Then she hit him another five times. "Now, I'm going to hit your other leg, you will count for me. If you miss a count, I'll add ten more. Understood?" He nodded. "Good. We shall start with ten lashes." "One." "Two. Three. Four." "Five." His voice was getting desperate. "Six. Seven. Eight. Nine." "Ten." Shane had tears streaming down his cheeks. "Very good," Victoria cooed. "Now the last time I saw you, I gave you a very simple instruction. Do you remember it?" She asked. "Yes," Shane whimpered. How could he forget? After walking him to her door, and having him thank her for the best sex of his life (and it had been), Victoria instructed him to go home to his wife and to "give her the best sex of her life, and if she doesn't come at least three times, I really shall have to punish you some more." "Did you do it?" "Yes," he answered, hesitantly. "Why did you hesitate?" Shane remained silent. "I can be a kind Mistress, Shane, giving no more punishment than necessary. But I can also be cruel. Which would you prefer, Shane? Kind or cruel?" "Kind," Shane answered meekly. "Then tell me what I want to know." "I did as you told me to. I gave Mary multiple orgasms. But after, I took my own pleasure from her. I forced her to take my cock in her mouth, till I came. Then I fucked her arse." "I am glad you told me. I would know if you lied to me. But I didn't tell you, you could take your pleasure, did I?" "No, you didn't." "For that, I will need to consider a special punishment. In the meantime, I will teach you somewhat of what you will undergo, should you decide to stay. "Now, if I release your hands, will you hurt me?" "No," Shane shook his head. "Good." Victoria unbound Shane's hands. Then she walked back to the spot he had first seen her. "Come here, Shane." Her voice was soft, yet demanded obedience. Shane walked to her. She slapped him across the face. "You crawl, unless given permission to walk. Go back and do it again." Shane did as he was instructed. He walked back to the beam, that he had been tied to, and crawled to Victorias' feet. "Very good. Stay on your knees." She walked around him, till she stood at his rear. "I am going to whip you again, you shall count. If you miss a count, I will add ten more to the total. At every five hits, you will thank me. I shall do twenty hits, and we shall go from there. And you shall remember to call me Mistress, every time you address me. "Are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress," Shane replied. "We shall begin." And she hit his arse. "One." Two. Three, Four. "Five. Thank you, Mistress." "Six. Seven. Eight. Nine." "Ten. Thank you, Mistress," Shane gasped out. Whack, went the whip and Victoria barely heard the "Eleven," that he croaked out. "You shall speak loudly and clearly, so I can hear you or I shall add ten more." She instructed. And she continued. "Twelve. Thirteen." "Fourteen." Fifteen. Shane missed the count. "That is another ten. What were we at?" Shane tried to speak. Took a deep breath and breathed out the number. "Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen." "Twenty. Thank you, my Mistress." "Very good Shane. Did you enjoy your punishment?" Shane surprised himself, by answering that, yes, he had. And his naked cock was proof of his enjoying her attention. He was very erect. Very hard. "You are surprised." Victoria moved to his side. "It is strange, just how often a man finds himself aroused by being dominated by a woman. You are not the first I have trained. Nor the first who has been aroused by my punishment." Victoria pulled his chin up so their eyes met. "My job is to turn you into a suitable husband for my cousin. If I punish you, it is not merely for the pleasure seeing your pain brings. It is also so you may give her much joy. And, the other women of our family." "Mistress?" He asked. "It will all be explained tomorrow. When you tell Jean Michael your answer." Victoria pulled a chair closer to Shane, and sat. "For your reward, you may bring yourself to climax." Shane fell to his knees, he slid onto his back, and slowly, tentatively touched his hard cock. A look of relief passed over his face, as his touching became firmer. Then harder. He jerked his cock up and down, spreading the precome all over his member. His movements became harder and faster. It did not take long for his movements to become jerky. Victoria could see that he was close to his climax. Then it happened. Three long squirts of semen. Over his hand and the floor. Victoria allowed the man a moment to get his breath back before getting his attention. "So you see, I am not so heartless. Do as instructed, accept the punishment you have earned and you are rewarded." Shane didn't know what to think. What to do. This girl, was dominating him and while they both enjoyed his rebellion, he enjoyed submitting more. "Do you have a question, my pet?" Victoria asked him. "Yes, Mistress. Why?" "Why?" Shane nodded. "All this. Why?" "That is probably the best question I have been asked, by all those I have trained." Victoria slid down her seat, to sit on the floor beside Shane. "Why. Why does a man force a woman to give him satisfaction? Why does a man take his pleasure from a woman? Don't answer, my pet. "We made a decision to not be victims. We don't hurt to make ourselves feel better. We do it because we recognise the desire to be dominated, and to dominate. To learn one, you must know the other." Victoria left herself lay on the ground. "You yourself showed signs of being a perfect submissive. So assured in public. So dominant in your desires. We knew you'd take to being dominated so well." "We?" Shane asked. "Oh, yes. Mary picked you. When we ran background checks on you, we knew we'd have to take a different path with you. "You see most are trained before they marry into our family. But we knew you'd do a runner if we tried it that way. So, instead she played the naive, demure girl that you noticed. We knew that the chance at marrying into the wealthy and powerful Innocee family would make her irresistible to you. Sweet Mary. "Then you married her, found out that nothing was going according to your plan. And you came to the Ivy looking for something young and pretty. You found Veronica and I, as you were supposed to. That was to determine if we were right. And we were. You enjoyed having us dominate you. You got off on satisfying me. Did you enjoy your wife after me?" Shane shook his head. "At the time. But after, I couldn't get what you did to me out of my mind." "We seek to broaden your horizons. Your perspective. New possibilities were suddenly open to you. Something that you didn't even know you wanted. But now you craved it. Something that Mary couldn't give you. Something that you thought wrong." Victoria's skirt rode up her thigh, revealing the black g-string she wore underneath. The sight made Shane groan, and his cock grow. "You like serving me, don't you?" Victoria cooed. "Yes, Mistress." Shane groaned. Victoria laughed. "I do hope you will stay with Mary. She asked me specially to train you. She likes the best, sweet cousin Mary, does." Shane's look of surprise made Victoria laugh again. "Oh, yes. Mary likes you a great deal. But you have a long way to go before you can be a suitable consort for her. If you choose to stay with us, I shall be your Mistress. Veronica shall occasionally assist me. Mary may choose to watch or not. But you will obey me, before anyone else. I do not tolerate disobedience, nor do I tolerate interference. Fortunately the others know that. "Enough talk, for now. Suck me," Victoria commanded. Shane crawled to her, lowered his head to her pussy and began. While breathing softly on her panty clad pussy, he pulled the skimpy piece of fabric from her body. He pressed his lips to her pussy lips and sucked, starting gently and slowly, but increasing his speed, and pressure. Victoria groaned in delight, but didn't thrash like any other woman when having her pussy eaten. Shane drank deeply of her flowing juices, listening to her moans and groans, to ensure she was pleased with him. He did not want her to be disappointed with him. He did not want another lashing. While sucking on the sweet pussy, Shane realised that if it pleased Victoria to hurt him, he would willingly let her. The thought frightened him. What if something more than a mere beating would be her desire. Especially since he had used Mary. He had been promised a special punishment. Victoria had gone silent. He had not been applying himself properly to the task, and now he would be punished. Fortunately for Shane, Victoria wanted another form of stimulus. "On your back," she ordered. "I am going to straddle your cock. You will wait until I give permission for you to come. If you disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Shane nodded, as he moved to obey. Victoria settled herself on Shane's cock, resting her thighs comfortably on each side. Then she moved, slow and steady at first, then faster, and faster, not caring what it took Shane to maintain his control. Orgasm after orgasm rocked through Victoria's body as she angled herself in the best position for her pleasure. Finally, she rolled herself off the hot and hard red cock, onto the floor at his side, before ordering him to reach orgasm by stroking himself. Once he had recovered from the orgasm, Shane glanced at the girl. "Thank you, Mistress." She nodded, her attention not on him, but on the wall behind him. Shane turned to look, and noticed a clock. It was well into the early hours of the morning. Nearly five a. m Victoria gave a sigh. "Jean Michael and the others will be here soon. They will take you to get cleaned up, and to rest for a few hours. Then you will give your answer." Shane returned his attention to Victoria. "What is the worst that will happen to me if I stay?" Victoria thought about the question and sighed. "Every case is different. I can't say for certain. For punishment, I use obvious forms: withholding affection, whips, and the like. But there may be times I order you to do something. You will always have the option of refusing any of my orders. But if you do that, your punishment will be severe." "But I can refuse?" Shane asked. "You can," Victoria slowly replied. "But you might find that you enjoy pleasing me, more than you enjoy my anger." Just then there was a knock at the door. "Enter," Victoria called. Jean Michael and three other men entered. "Any problems, Victoria?" Jean Michael asked. She shook her head, still reclining on the floor. "He behaved himself. I am pleased." "These men will show you where you can get yourself cleaned up, and rest. I will send for you at 10 a.m." Jean Michael then turned to Victoria and offered her a hand. She gracefully took it and he helped her to rise. He helped her out of the room, closely followed by Shane and his three attendants. The men led Shane to a large bathing room, where there were large tubs lined up along one wall. One had been filled already, and it was here that Shane was assisted into. The men silently assisted Shane to clean his aching body. Grateful for the help and silence, Shane moved when they indicated that he should. He was too stunned, tired and dazed by the evenings' events to think that it was men helping him wash. Who could see him completely naked. Once clean, they helped him out of the tub and wrapped him in a soft, pure white terry robe, then led him to a darkened room with a single bed. Dancing at the Ivy Ch. 02 Shane gratefully fell into the bed and instantly fell asleep.