1 comments/ 10406 views/ 2 favorites Total Woman Pageants 01 By: bhuff Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to a short bronzed beauty, well rounded in all the right places. She wore a short skirt, sleeveless white blouse and stylish high heels. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Bianca, Contestant for Miss Brazil The bearer of this communique is Bianca. She is a candidate for this year's Miss Brazil. She has won several regional contests and is gifted with intelligence and beauty. She speaks adequate English. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by her benefactor to perfect her in every way in order to outclass the competition in the upcoming pageant. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded both onstage and backstage to win a world class beauty pageant. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find this candidate to be reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and her benefactor have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, her benefactor and especially the pageant judges will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. She was standing with eyes down, waiting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way and carried her valises into the studio reception. Returning to the entrance, he ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. He took his usual seat in the director's chair in the main room. He motioned the woman to mount a low practice stage in front of him. "Miss Brazil, what is your name?" "My name is Bianca." She carefully sounded out each word in English. "And why are you here today?" "I want the judges to pick me as the winner." "Good reason." "What is your talent." "I am a photographer. I have an extensive portfolio of our natural Brazilian beauty: Amazonia flora and fauna, sandy white beaches and Andean green mountains, plus our hardworking people." "Wonderful. We'll review those later. How did you get started in the competitions?" "I was a student at the University. Money was tight. I danced in the Carnival parades. I was noticed and hired to dance in men's clubs; the pay was much better, especially the private dances. That's where I met a wealthy businessman. He hired a few of us to dance at one of his executive retreats. We danced and otherwise entertained the executives all weekend. After that, one of the elder Board members put me in an apartment and paid my tuition. I eventually graduated from the University and the old gentleman went on to become my sponsor for beauty contests. I won some small ones but the bigger pageants are different. He wants me to learn how to handle the big contests." "That's my specialty: training you to handle the big ones. Let's start with the basics. Show me how you danced and stripped at the clubs. There's the music center. Pick whatever you like." Bianca shuffled through some disks and picked samba, her Carnival favorite. It filled the air with an even Latin beat. She mounted the low stage, standing a few feet from Victor. Bianca was a classic young Brazilian. Her long, thick very dark hair hung straight to her low back. Her face was golden, somewhat round, with almond contoured eyes, irises very dark. Although she wore mascara, it was a light veneer, her eye lids naturally smoky. Her body was short with full chest and hips. The sleeveless cotton shirt was furrowed with the strain of closure. Her pleated skirt stopped midthigh, well above the knees. Her feet were elevated in colorful, beaded high heels. She began to sway to the music. Bianca brushed her hair around her head, leaving it ruffled from being swished about. Her hands descended to brush her body. She spun her back to Victor, her elbows out level, dipping, unseen hands working her blouse buttons. She held the panels wide, and then dropped the shirt down her arms. There were no bra straps. She peeked over her shoulder through gaps in her mane and smiled, her hips still swaying. The topless woman cross stepped and twirled around to face front, keeping pace with the music tempo. Victor got his first view of her breasts. The areolae were dark, large and round, atop firm high mounted breasts. The effect was tarnished by the triangles of pale skin on her otherwise beach tanned orbs. Victor made a mental note to get that flaw corrected. Bianca was not making eye contact, uncomfortable with him from wariness or anxiety, another trait he would soon fix. Bianca swayed her hips as she loosed the skirt's waist. The garment dropped and she danced away from the pool of fabric around her heels. She wore a thong, a very small thong. Victor held up his hand signaling her to stop. He motioned her off the stage to stand in front of him. Grasping the waistband, he lowered her panties finding another triangle of pale skin. He fingered the side skin covering her pink gash, inspecting it for softness and resiliency. "I want you in the tanning booth every day until you have an all-over tan. We are finished for now. Take your luggage to the guest suite. Dress for dinner, formal attire. I will see you in the dining room at eight. We will discuss your schedule for the week." He patted her bare butt. "You're dismissed. Be on time for dinner." At dinner, Bianca wore a gossamer seafoam-green floor length, backless gown. It draped from her neck strap over her breasts to her waist with the two narrow top triangles leaving lots of skin showing in the cleavage and on the sides. Victor noted that her choice of evening gown was appropriate to a beauty contestant and did not need upgrading. After dinner, Victor went through her schedule. They would move through the week from basics to advanced and finally expert techniques. Victor told Bianca that each day would begin with exercise and tanning, followed by midmorning brunch. He would teach her specific arts and skills at midday and hold practice interviews in the late afternoon when her energies were drained; it would help her learn to think under pressure. There would be nightly stage practice. Bianca agreed and Victor dismissed her to her room. Victor went to his own room, lay on his bed and rested. He would soon give Bianca the first test of her commitment to his intensive training and hopefully eliminate her discomfort at being around him. At 1 AM, he rose, crossed the hall fingering his growing erection and unlocked the door to her suite. He smeared his stiff cock with a gob of lubricant as he walked to the bed and climbed in. Bianca was sleeping on her back, wearing a light sleep slip. He lifted the hem, pushed her knees aside to spread her thighs, saddled up and drove his stiff meat into her unready core. No talk, no request, just taking command. Bianca was aroused from her slumber when he touched her knees and saddled up but she really woke up when he plunged in. She pushed on his shoulders and shook her head. Even her benefactor had never been this audacious. "Wait, I'm not ready. Can we kiss or something?" Victor pumped without regard to her disinclination, enjoying the ride but wanting to get the task completed. He lifted his hips and drove deeply and steadily, finally erupted in her womb. After his heat dissipated, he withdrew and dismounted. Standing beside the bed, Victor said "This demonstrates that I am in charge and you will follow my instructions in everything unquestioned. It's for your own good and I am here to help you. Understood? Tomorrow, you will tell me whether you will embrace my training methods or would rather leave now. Get some sleep. We start early and the days will be long." He returned to his room and slept peacefully the remainder of the night. Bianca lay awake, stunned. How would she respond to this forceful man? In the morning, after entering the gym where Victor was waiting, Bianca acknowledged Victor's control and agreed to be a compliant student. "I was surprised but I understand that the judges will be powerful, impatient men, used to taking command and being automatically obeyed. I will learn how to always be ready to make them happy with my performance. Thank you for showing me what I must do." Victor knew that the first night test was hard on the candidates but it was also hard on him. After decades of public pageant coaching and judging, he tired of the mediocre efforts of giddy contestants. His worldly professional training methods were more real and effective to the challenge. But his age was catching up with him. A week was not a long time and he needed the women's eager cooperation. He believed a woman who readily accepts an unexpected, uninvited and unfamiliar fuck is a woman who will readily accept uninhibited tutoring. Bianca had passed the first test. Bianca pecked his cheek to show her acceptance and gratitude. Victor reluctantly let her stand. She had been sitting on his lap sideways with her arms circling his neck as one of his hands kneaded her ass cheek and the other fondled her boob through the soft weave skimpy maillot. Victor watched Bianca exercise in her spandex suit. Her nubs and cameltoe were bulging under the stretchy material. After the exercise routine, Victor helped Bianca strip down for her all over tanning. Victor used a few extra squeezes and caresses to get her settled into the tanning booth, then went to see about brunch. An hour later, Bianca was eating her food seated topless in her thong and heels. Victor noted that the pale triangles on her tits were beginning to blend with the tan. After brunch, they retired to the lounge room and sat side by side on the sofa. Victor introduced her in daylight to his penis. They examined it together and he pointed out its more and less sensitive spots and areas. Bianca repeated the inventory and replayed the lesson until she had a thorough understanding. Victor used his fingers to probe her cunt and indicated to her the different sensitivities of her assorted genital areas. Later, in the afternoon, Tricia stood topless on the practice stage and answered Victor's questions about current events and social issues. Victor coached her English for positive phrases in response to the more esoteric and controversial topics. After dinner, Bianca modeled various Carnival costumes and evening gowns. She changed dresses and costumes on stage so Victor could critique the subtle minutiae of being risqué and still staying just inside the pageant rules. That second night, Victor did not bother Bianca in her room. She had passed her first night test and he would use his limited energies for her daytime coaching. The week proceeded apace with each new day developing in intensity and intricacy. Bianca liked the exercises and the tanning. Victor was satisfied with her acquisition of the onstage arts and skills. During the last few days of the training week, they moved to the necessary backstage training. The judges coveted private evaluations of the candidates in the weeks before the main staged event. Victor was seated in the director chair with his cock in Bianca's mouth. She had danced in and out of her costumes, showing Victor her supple body's moves and graces. Victor opened his fly and pointed. Bianca didn't hesitate to show how eager she would be to please her judge. Victor did not hesitate to show how eager to be pleased a judge would be, rumbling out his howl over her bobbing head and rambling out his cum over her tongue. She repeated this exercise during the week as often as Victor indicated, getting in plenty of practice. As planned, Bianca and Victor were seated in the lounge sofa. Bianca had loaded her portfolio of pictures to show Victor. She used a remote to control the display. Exotic Amazonian birds and flowers flashed on the screen. There were panoramas of beaches, mountains, city monuments, all original photos by Bianca. Victor was impressed by her talent behind the camera. Then there were portraits of people: native jungle villagers, industrial workers and street scenes. The presentation mode changed to video: Carnival parades with samba music and costumed dancers, beach noises and beauties sunbathing, then the action paused. "These parts of the videos were filmed by others but I was one of the artists. Let me help you experience the reality of the scenes." Bianca opened Victor's fly and extracted his cock. Her hand found a few of the sensitive spots and she stimulated them as she resumed the videos. The action moved to the Rio night clubs with neon stage lights splashing on Carnival costumed dancers. One of the dancers was Bianca, who started with an elaborate Carnival costume that slowly disintegrated as she stripped it off piece by little piece, teasing the camera with subtle flashes of furtive places. The visual and tactile stimulus hardened Victor in her hand. He reached an arm over Bianca's shoulder and palmed her bare breast. Bianca found some lotion and lubricated her hand and Victor's cock. The video continued with cameras following the dancers offstage into the audience. Each of the dancers selected an audience guest, brought them to ecstasy in different ways and then moved to another. Onscreen, Bianca used tactile manipulation of successive penises in the audience to satisfy their owner's needs. What Victor saw on-screen was what Victor felt in real-time as Bianca matched her actions on-screen with her actions here and now. "Do you like the way my hand feels? I think that gentleman in the club was a bit shy. I did the very same thing to him but I had to keep asking him how and what he liked me to do with his cock. He wanted me to use my mouth but he didn't let me know that for a long time." "Bianca, just keep doing what you're doing. There will be more opportunities for variations later. Show me now how much you've learned about my cock." Bianca swallowed the gentleman onscreen and gave a facial look of surprise at the power of his pulse. She licked him off and went to the next, and the next, and the next. Victor outlasted some of the audience but not all. Bianca drew out his essence as he groaned and loosed his cum as she dropped down and took him inside her quickly enfolding lips. He squeezed hard on her tit, gripping it as he vibrated up to then down from his high. The nightclub video ended and the montage re-looped to Amazonian flora and fauna. "Bianca, I think we have found your unique onstage and backstage advantages. We will practice your other roles and methods tonight after I have had a chance to recoup my energy." That night and all the next day and the next night, Bianca perfected her advanced roles, methods and techniques on Victor. Bedroom, pool, hot tub, stage, everywhere became a training venue for Bianca's erudition in competition winning performances. Victor coached and critiqued her until he was satisfied that she would be able to garner the approval of any judge, backstage or onstage, during the crowning event. Victor had trained Bianca to handle the big ones. Total Woman Pageants 02 Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to a Polynesian beauty with almond eyes, thick straight black hair and all the right contours in all the right places. She was dressed in a woman's business suit. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Fiona, Miss Fiji, Contestant for Miss Pacifica The bearer of this communique is Fiona, the current Miss Fiji. She is a candidate for this year's Miss Pacifica. She has won her local and island-wide contests and is gifted with intelligence and beauty. She speaks adequate English. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by her benefactor to perfect her in every way in order to outclass the competition in the upcoming pageant. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded both onstage and backstage to win a world class beauty pageant. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find this candidate to be reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and her benefactor have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, her benefactor and especially the pageant judges will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. She was standing with eyes down, waiting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way and carried her valises into the studio reception. Returning to the entrance, he ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. Victor led Fiona through the studio to the outdoor pool. The deck stretched half round and the remaining circumference was surfaced with white sand, simulating a seaside beach. Fiona was dressed in grey wool well-tailored woman's business suit set off by a flowered patterned blouse and white strappy high heels. The blouse and jackets collars were very open, displaying bounteous cleavage. Her attire was a coordinated combination of business, leisure and 'come hither'. Victor seated her under a table and umbrella at the boundary of deck and sand. He offered her refreshments and she picked at them nervously. "Miss Fiji, were you born there?" "Yes, my mother is a Fijian mix of native and Indian. My father is a Chinese businessman: fisheries, a tourist resort, even a small gold mine." "How did you get started in the pageants?" "I used to hang out at the resort. I loved watching the nightly shows: meke dancing, fire dances and the hula. The hula is not a native dance but the foreign guests didn't know and expected that as part of the show. The dancers taught me to dance when I was a little girl and I performed in early evening sometimes. Late at night the dances became very risqué. I didn't know that until I was older. After I finished Business College, I became a part-time regular. That was when I was allowed to dance late at night. It was sensuous and exciting. I got to know many boyfriends, both locals and tourists. I also followed the regular dancers to the beauty pageants. I was lucky and won some. But I need training to become a true competitor. Will you help me?" "That's why you and I are here. We will tune you up this whole week. For now, get your luggage to the guest suite and we will have dinner at eight. Dress is formal." Fiona seemed to relax. She went inside to prepare. Victor liked her already. There was something about her that got him going. He almost regretted the need for her first test tonight. But his methods were honed from years of experience and what must be must be. She wore a black gown to dinner, sparkling with silver accessories. Her black hair, dark almond eyes and robust hourglass figure mounted on heels showed she was okay in the formal dress phases of competition. He would make a final decision after a closer inspection, a much closer inspection. They chatted about the work week daily schedule: exercise, arts and skills training, current events and policies for the Q & A, performance practice in the evening. Fiona seemed well cultured and well briefed on the training program. At 1AM, Victor arose from his own bed to administer Fiona's preview of his methods. He worked his cock to hardness and strode across the hall to Fiona's suite. He entered the dim room without knocking and approached her bed. He lubricated his cock for the first test. He looked about surprised; she wasn't in bed. He heard a chair creak. Fiona rose naked from its cushions. "I've been expecting you" she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a smothering kiss. Her hand descended to his cock, finding it slippery. "I am very anxious to be a compliant student and if it's your wish that I suck your cock right now, then I will. But please, may I clean the lotion off of it first? I doubt it will taste very good." "No need for that." Victor palmed her ass, lifted her and laid Fiona on the bed. She aimed him accurately as he pushed in. She assisted him with hip rolls. When he tired, she lay still rubbing his back, swirling her hips side to side to keep a gentle vagina caress on his embedded cock, tickling his slit with her cervix. When he had recovered some energy, they stroked some more, building the heat higher until a mighty orgasm swept over them. Obviously, she was fully in agreement with his demands for complete cooperation so he forewent the stern speech he had conveyed to other candidates so many times before. For the next few mornings, they began with exercise, Fiona wearing a saggy see-thru thong bikini. Her dark nipples moved about enticingly as she performed her weight lifting and stretching sets. They ate brunch and held talent practices. The afternoons were for review of question topics. They spent the evenings in performance practice. Fiona had that special something that Victor found intriguing. Despite his age, he was almost constantly aroused. And Fiona constantly availed herself to serve his needs. At any point of any session, Victor would pause, lounge back and Fiona would recognize the signal. They fucked and sucked anytime and anywhere. Towards the end of the week, Fiona showed Victor her hula moves. They were at the beach area of the pool. It was after dark and the glow and glitter of tiki torches surrounded the woman as she gyrated her hips to the drumming music. She wore a modern revision of the traditional grass skirt. Her attire was an obscuring drape of individual fine silver chains, knee length. As she undulated her hips, the cascading metal skirt reflected the flames and shimmered like water waves pouring down her legs. Two shorter decorative chains hung from her nipples, clamped to the nubs. They swung like synchronized pendulums from her wobbling bare breasts. Her hair bounced all around her torso and sometimes had to be swept back to keep her jiggling boobs unconcealed. Fiona danced and revolved giving Victor, relaxed in his chaise lounge, a 360 view of her talents and stamina. He already had opened his pants and was playing with his cock. Fiona noticed that but prolonged the show. As the music concluded and the beat slowed, she let her body run down like a toy loosing energy, bending forward at the waist and letting her arms hang limp. Her long dangling hair shrouded the full frontal view. She tilted her head back and peered through the narrow gaps in the strands, looking at Victor and smiling. As she stood back erect, she fluffed her tresses behind her. Victor watched and continued to handle himself. Fiona's bare feet carried her forward and she kneeled by his side. Her hand replaced his, continuing the rhythm of the cock caress. She leaned in and kissed what she touched. She opened and drank in the stiff meat, slurping it with her tongue. Victor's freed-up hands held her head, petting her coiffure. Her nipple chains swung in time below her swaying tits but her waist chains had parted to the side revealing her pantiless ass in the torch glow. Victor moved a hand to her rump and rubbed the smooth cheeks, finding moisture at the entrance to her cunt. He embedded his finger there and she moaned around the prick embedded in her mouth. His other hand started at the base of one tit chain and collected it upward until his palm contacted her flesh. He grappled her suspended boob, squeezing, massaging, and pinching. She moaned some more. Victor released his holds and lay back. Fiona continued her work. Victor let his body feel and enjoy her efforts. He was insatiable with her, never getting enough. But the 'enough' for this session was coming on. He breathed, panted, gasped and gushed into her mouth. His eyeballs saw colored lights inside his closed eyelids, bright enough to match the fires of the tiki torches sputtering nearby. She was caressing his chest with her hands when he came around to consciousness. After a hiatus to get some strength, he lifted himself out of the lounge, took her hand and led her inside. They played in her bed throughout the night. Fiona retained the glittering decorations. She took her time and let her multiple orgasms flow. Victor was selfless in helping her achieve joy again and again. Victor himself enjoyed two more big ones, once in her womb cowgirl style with her nipple chains swinging and again missionary style when he required a less strenuous buildup to his ultimate release. The final day of training was spent in critical review of all the lessons. He recommended that she use her best judgment of the pageant rules and customs to determine when and how to display her special silvery hula talents to its greatest advantage. Victor was exhausted from the previous evening and night. They did not fuck or suck at all that day. Victor was sleeping alone on the last night. At 1AM, his door opened and Fiona entered his room. She went straight to his bed and crawled in beside him. She started slow, barely brushing his body, hoping she could elicit one more erection from him before departing the studio the next morning. She engaged a unwavering effort, letting him take the time he needed to get set. When he finally was ready, she rolled him on top of her and pulled him in. She rocked and rolled her hips, simulating a horizontal hula, as she gyrated her legs around his legs and her genitals around his genitals. Victor hung on through the ride, simply letting the Polynesian beauty finish her time with him in her own cultural style. He completed his last cum of the week inside her. When he awoke the next morning, she was gone, off to her glamorous life as a world class beauty pageant competitor, leaving him available to help the next young woman learn to achieve a lifelong dream. Total Woman Pageants 03 Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a brown beauty with shoulder length dreadlocks bound haphazard in a narrow flowered headscarf tied close to her scalp. Dark eyes, dusky smooth face and baggy Reggae clothing completed the look. She handed Victor an envelope and said: "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Jamie, Contestant for Miss Jamaica The bearer of this communique is Jamie, the current Miss Jamaica. She is a candidate for this year's Miss Caribbean. She is gifted with intelligence and beauty. She speaks adequate Island English. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by her benefactor to perfect her in every way in order to outclass the competition in the upcoming pageant. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded both onstage and backstage to win a world class beauty pageant. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find this candidate to be reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and her benefactor have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, her benefactor and especially the pageant judges will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. Her bold eyes stared forward, expecting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way and carried her valises into the studio reception. Returning to the entrance, he ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. Jamie looked around at her accommodations for the coming week. Appearing unimpressed, she eyeballed Victor. He began his usual routine and guided her to the stage for an impromptu interview and once over. She was tall and firm figured, very self-assured by her stature. "So, Miss Jamaica, why are you here?" She boldly challenged him. "They told me you would teach me how to win beauty contests." "And why do you want to win beauty contests? Frankly, you don't seem the type. The women are often shy and meek, needing to build confidence and self-esteem that they think can be gotten through external validation. Look at your stance right now. You look combative. Those are not beauty contest mannerisms. I may just dismiss you now and get it over with." Jamie's shoulders sagged and her face melted, almost to a sniffle but that was not her style. She held her arms straight down, fists clenched. In between lumps in her throat, her frustrated staccato voice managed to say: "You wouldn't believe how hard and degrading life is for a young woman on the island. There is no gainful employment. Macho Rastafari dudes constantly grab and hit on me, drunken tourists diss' me as a local streggae tramp, expecting me to sell them ganja or cheap casual sex. Winning a beauty contest would be my ticket out, to a larger world where people treat each other with a modicum of dignity. I need your help. Please!" In all Victor's years, he had not seen such a dichotomy between the image and the substance in a candidate. Inside the rough nugget exterior standing before him was a gemstone screaming to be let out for the world to appreciate. Hell, yes, he would help her. This was a chance of a lifetime for him: his Eliza Doolittle, his My Fair Lady. Victor offered Jamie a handkerchief. She dried her eyes. "Jamie, take your things to the guest suite. By the way, what is your talent?" "I sing reggae. I get some gigs in the clubs when I can. But the audience can be a bit rough." "Okay, we can work with that. Dinner is at eight. Dress is formal. You will find appropriate clothes in the closet. No more wearing those reggae rags unless we use them as part of your talent routine. Now go along. I'll see you at eight o'clock in the dining room." At precisely eight o'clock, Victor heard clicking heels approach the dining room. A tall stunning, buxom woman in an ivory white smooth gown turned the corner. Anywhere else he would never have recognized the reggae Jamie that had knocked on his door. Her sheened dreadlocks were coiffed with a silver headband. Her face glowed in perfect makeup. Her white floor length gown draped her like a shroud, split down each side from her swaying hips, revealing shadowy nylon encased legs when she walked. Her boobs jostled adoringly beneath the sheer backless top. "Jamie, you look fabulous. That is a great choice of dress for your figure." Jamie smiled shyly. She swashed the tapered fitted skirt panels around with her hands like a young ingénue. Victor the gentleman rose and helped her to be seated. They ate dinner as Victor explained the schedule for the week. Mornings would be spent in exercise and brunch followed by arts and skills training into the afternoon. Late afternoons would be practice Q&A; evenings would dwell upon onstage and runway rehearsals. Victor was conflicted about the usual way he began the week's work. He usually surprised the sleeping young candidate in her room in the middle of the night with a sudden fuck. He believed a woman who readily accepted an unexpected, uninvited and unfamiliar fuck was a woman who would readily accept uninhibited tutoring. If she didn't, she was free to leave. However, Jamie had shown spunk and Victor, growing older, was concerned for his own safety. He decided a different, straight forward path was justified. Victor explained to Jamie his usual first night's way of removing barriers to coaching. He knew she had experienced a rougher but more realistic world on the island. He honestly described why he wouldn't surprise fuck her tonight, including his real concern for his own welfare. Instead, he would observe her commitment to his training methods over the first few days. If either of them was dissatisfied with the progress, they could end the training and she would be free to leave or be dismissed as the situation warranted. Jamie said "I am committed to readily accepting whatever you choose to offer me. I want to show you right now how prepared I am to accept your offerings." Jamie stood and unclasped the neck strap of her gown. The dress front fluttered down to hang from her waist. Victor almost choked with admiration when her boobs were exposed to his view. They were smooth, round, firm, pointed, just perfect. Jamie gathered her skirt and the fallen top in her arms and knelt at his feet. She opened his zipper. She extracted his cock and rubbed it, keen on getting it to firm up. Victor used that simmer time to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the dark areolas and nubs. Jamie rolled her shoulders encouraging his caresses. She smiled up at him, then turned her head down and descended on his firm-enough-to-get-started erection, taking half of it in on the first suck. Jamie's tongue and cheeks rubbed Victor's rim and crown. She sucked hard and drew the rest of him in. His gasps of pleasure cheered her further efforts. Victor stared down at the silvery headband holding and decorating Jamie's lustrous dreadlocks. The silver stripe moved near and away from his abdomen as Jamie made long slow strokes. It flashed and glimmered when the strokes became rapid. It stopped and crowded his stomach when he erupted deep in her mouth. The silvery band squirmed while Jamie swallowed, drinking his essence and massaging his cock tip in her throat. When she couldn't get another drop of sperm to emit from his tip, she unsheathed the rod and rubbed it gently, watching Victor's face resume a calm relaxed look. She licked a few final laps and carefully replaced his cock in his pants. "I hope that shows my commitment but if there is any doubt, I can demonstrate my total commitment again at any time. Just let me know when, where and how." "I'll keep that in mind." Victor lay in his own bed that night staring at the ceiling. Jamie had certainly accepted him as her coach. He hoped he was worthy of her faith in him. He went to sleep with a handle on his own firm commitment to her training. Morning exercises consisted of weights and stretches. Jamie's sky blue spandex maillot hugged her prodigious body. Solid pastel colors loved Jamie. Victor would use that adulation for the swimsuit and gown selections. Brunch, arts and skills classes and even the Q&A were done with Jamie topless. Her dark on dark brown tones mottled any light. Victor hardly noticed her solid pastel thong and heels. Her breasts had just that right combination of firm and liquid motion to keep Victor in constant stimulation. At evening stage practice, Jamie modeled every gown and swimsuit, swathed in each piece as if was an integral part of her body. Victor would take frequent opportunities to come onstage, reposition her stance, adjust a strap or demonstrate a walk, any opportunity to touch, fondle or handle her. The sessions sooner or later disintegrated into sexual frolics. Victor would remove some, all or none of her clothes, then Jamie would ride his lap in the director's chair, get mounted by him onstage or play with him outside in the hot tub. Jamie was unrelenting and Victor insatiable. Despite the time lost to interludes, Jamie was quickly improving her beauty pageant capabilities. Naturally sturdy and energetic from a hard physical life, she learned quickly to sublimate those qualities into poise and grace. Victor was amazed by her progress and proud of her many changes and achievements. At the last afternoon, Victor sat in front of the stage as Jamie selected some background music for her reggae talent practice. She held the microphone and warmed up with bumps and bounces of her body. They had exchanged the droopy reggae outfit she had arrived in for a pastel colored short skirt and midriff-baring braless half tee. As she sang, and sang very well in Victor's opinion, her body jostled beneath the fabrics as she swayed to the beat. The hard life reggae lyrics contrasted pleasantly with the tempting dream that Jamie could whisk your life's troubles away with a wink, a smile and a stroll to her bed, if only for a night. And that last night with Victor, that is exactly what Jamie did. She used her body to confirm her faith in his capabilities as a coach and teacher, whisking away his doubts. Victor laid back as the lovely Jamie rode him cowgirl, her skin yet again mottling the soft moonlight as she rose and lowered over him, dreadlocks tumbling gaily from atop her silver banded scalp. That first time, when he cried out his passion, she wanted to find in his face the evidence of his pride in her. She found it in the sequence of his grimace, wilt and smile. He palmed her breasts as she lay forward on him. During his second and third time that night, Jamie didn't see Victor's expression at orgasm. Her face was next to his ear, tongue licking the appendage as she hugged her breasts tightly to his chest; hugging him until she found her own simultaneous ecstasy in his encompassing arms and thumping groin. Victor awoke. Jamie was still there. She had been watching him sleep. She hated the thought of leaving. But this was a profession relationship. They both knew it had to end this morning. Victor gently pushed her from the bed. She preened in the bath and emerged dressed as she arrived in her droopy reggae clothes. She walked out the door and left Victor with an opening and closing image of a woman hardened by her life style. But in between those times, she had shown him a dream where that woman could whisk your life's troubles away with a wink, a smile and a stroll to her bed, if only for a week. Total Woman Pageants 04 Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a buxom goddess with dark hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, wearing a diaphanous translucent harem costume. It revealed her entire barefoot body as she wore nothing else underneath. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Moryha of the Crown Prince's Harem, in line to become the Royal Consort The bearer of this communique is Moryha, a member of the Crown Prince's Royal Harem. For political reasons, the Queen Mother has made arrangements for the Crown Prince to marry a clan chief's daughter who will then become the official Royal Princess. Moryha will become the Royal Consort. She is gifted with intelligence and beauty. She speaks adequate English. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by the Crown Prince to perfect her in every way for a life as his Royal Consort. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded of life at court. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find her to be a reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and the Crown Prince have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, His Royal Highness and the especially the Crown Prince will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. She was standing with eyes down, waiting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way. He found no valises; Moryha came just as she was without any luggage. He ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. Moryha stood passively waiting his direction. Victor walked around her and fingered the translucent gown, examining it and the delightfully featured woman inside it. He found what he was looking for, untied the drawstrings and lowered the garment off of her. He cupped her breasts from behind, finding them firm but fluid with conical caps and stiff nubs on the large brown nipples. He patted her round ass, soft but muscled in the rump and legs. Her abdomen was flat. Victor was already hard after only a few moments acquaintance with this woman. Coming to her front, pressing down on her shoulders, he pushed her into a kneeling and then back into a prone position on the carpet. He unclasped and lowered his pants. Positioning himself between her spread thighs, Victor lay over Moryha and adjusted his cock to her cunt lips. He pressed, tapping in, an inch at a time. When he was half way in, Moryha reached out, grasping his butt cheeks and helped pull him towards her core. When firmly seated, he braced his straightened arms on the floor and raised his head to gaze in her blue eyes. He started the interview. "Moryha, do you know why you are here?" "My Prince wishes me to become the perfect Royal Consort. I am to follow your orders without question so I can learn to be that perfect consort." "Very good. How much training in the ways of pleasure have you had?" Victor felt Moryha ripple her vagina muscles around his embedded erection. She raised her chest and shimmied her shoulders beneath him. Her firm breasts jiggled, brushing her erect nipples against his chest. She lifted one eyebrow as she lay back. Her eyes shone a little brighter. Victor felt his cock grow larger. "The older women of the Harem taught me some simple pleasures like that. But I need to know much more if I am to satisfy the Prince. Did you feel my simple pleasures? Did they please you?" "Yes, and I will teach you much more. What do you have for artistic talents? "I can belly dance. Would you like to see me belly dance?" "Yes, later, but for now, that concludes your initial interview. Now, we must finish your initial assessment. Help me with that." Victor began pumping long slow strokes, rubbing all along the inside of Moryha, exploring her vagina with his knob and rim. He pulled almost completely out and stimulated her vagina lips with his crown. He drove deep feeling her cervix touch his tip. He heard her gasp when he found and fluttered on her G spot with his crown. That was a good sign. Having completed his initial inventory, Victor settled in for the conclusion to this introduction of his methods. He ran his cock in and out, getting more energetic as he went. Her nipples continued to buff his chest as he moved more rapidly, bumping her body beneath him. She palmed his butt cheeks, pulling and assisting his access. He twisted higher and surged his torrent into her womb, collapsed on her, panting. She fingered his back, little lazy swipes while he recovered. Victor dismounted and stood, waiting for Moryha to stand and collect her discarded body veil. Victor led her to the guest suite. He asked her to find suitable clothing in the closet. He wanted her dressed respectfully for the rest of the week, no more transparent harem covers. Victor waited in the studio main room for Moryha's arts and skills training. She entered barefoot, wearing pastel veils around her upper chest and low on her hips. Her hair was covered with a jeweled net, jeweled strands suspended that swashed her neck as she moved her head. She wore ankle and wrist bands with small disks that clinked when shaken, reminiscent of a tambourine sound. She found the music center and selected a song of Middle Eastern female vocals with a heavy, slow beat. She mounted the stage and began saying to the tempo, performing a sensual belly dance with hip pops and figure eights, chest shimmies and twirls. As she shook and rotated her hips, her top became loose at her neck and slipped down. Moryha shimmied some more and it fell until the neckline was hung up over her round boobs, just above the nipples. She turned her back on Victor, letting the garment slip and fall. She bent backwards, placing her hands behind her on the floor in front of Victor. Her rounded breasts were jostling on the shelf of her chest as she looked into Victor's eyes, upside down. The inverted strands of the jeweled hair piece scraped the stage floor. She shimmied to give her tits great sideways shakes. Victor felt his groin tingle. She righted herself and turned to face him. She snaked her arms skyward, wrists rotating and fingers curled. Her boobs changed to a rounder shape as they were elevated higher on her frame. She turned 360, popping her hips as she rotated. The jiggling chest orbs moved out of Victor's line of vision behind her turning body then reappeared on the other side. After the second turn, the waist band had loosened and the veil style skirt was slipping lower. Victor saw her taut abdomen under-V emerge above the sinking garment. The skirt hit the floor. Victor felt another tingle in his groin. Moryha snaked her arms downward and advanced off the stage. She swirled her arms around his neck and brought her perfect lips to his for a dewy kiss. Victor stood as they maintained the liplock. He put one arm around her back, the other under her knees and carried her to bed. That first night, Victor learned more about Moryha as he familiarized himself with her body: mouth, cunt, hands, and breasts, nothing left unexplored. He awoke exhausted and it was only the first day. He was getting too old for this kind of grind but his heart and libido weren't listening to his aged body. Back on stage a few days later, Moryha went through another belly dance routine. The past days had been spent with Moryha listening intently as Victor explained the various ways she could and must please the Crown Prince. They had practiced oral and hand sex, letting Moryha get familiar and comfortable with receiving the male offerings. Moryha now writhed topless on the stage, on her knees, shaking every shakable part of her anatomy. Victor was taking careful mental notes to critique and modify her moves. Moryha descended to her back, pumping her hips vertically as she shimmied her shoulders laterally. The beads and jingles she wore made a pleasant background to the light flute music emanating from the sound system. As the music wound down, Victor mounted the stage. He straddled her abdomen and captured the sides of her trembling boobs. He lay himself between and pressed her mounds together around his stiffness. Moryha was carrying perspiration sheen from her dance. It was adequate lubrication as Victor stroked himself in her cleavage. Moryha lay tired and quiescent after her recent dance exercises. But she still helped Victor by taking over the side compression duties. That left Victor's hands free to play with her nipples. Moryha had donned jeweled clamps to each one. Victor squeezed them tighter, pinching her nubs in the steel jaws. Moryha grimaced and then relaxed, acquiescing to even these most bizarre aspects of Victor's training. In exchange for a life of luxury, Moryha had chosen this path but who knew what zests of arousal the Crown Price would require of her. Better to be fully prepared than be surprised. Victor maintained his grip and wobbled the tits by the nipples, continuing his strokes. His cock was assaulted by rubs, vibrations, bumps and bounces. His groin struck the base of her boobs and sent waves of flesh swashing up and down her chest. The sensations for Moryha bordered on pain but she didn't complain or hesitate to help. Victor was breathing harder and she hoped he was approaching climax and the end of the abuse of her breasts. Her hopes were partially fulfilled when he growled and spurted his cream on her neck and chin. She squealed but continued the wobble and side pressure. At eruption, Victor had heaved upward, bracing himself by her stretched nipples, as his back tightened into an orgasmic arch. Calm of sorts was regained as Victor panted down and Moryha endured the pain, awaiting his spasms to recede. She tolerated the throbbing in her nipples; they hurt but were not damaged as far as she could tell. Victor whooshed out a sigh and rolled off her chest. Moryha relaxed her hold on her tits and finger stirred the white milky pools on her neck cavity, licking her sticky fingertip. The taste was salty warm; same as the errant spurt she had just licked from her lips. Victor simply stood and departed for his bedroom, letting Moryha make her own way to her rest. Moryha wiped up the sperm with her fingers and licked it all off before heading to her own suite. Next day, Victor and Moryha talked about the pain during the boobjob. Moryha wanted to be prepared for anything the Prince desired of her. Victor recognized that control and dominance would be ingrained in any future monarch. They should explore this area now to fully acclimate Moryha. That evening, Victor stood in the middle of a room full of wooden, leather and steel contraptions and accessories. He wore tight black leather shorts open in front to expose his genitals. Beside him was a table full of gadgets. Moryha wore a stylish dress with all the accoutrements. Her hair was done up in a fashionable bun, with earrings, makeup and heels reminiscent of a formal soiree. Victor took some apparatus off the table. "Moryha, these are wrist cuffs. Remove your fancy bracelets and we'll replace them with these." He took the jewelry from her and placed it in a felt lined jewelry box. She lifted her bare wrists to him and he wrapped them in leather bands with embedded iron rings. Moryha rolled her wrists to inspect her new ornaments. Victor poked a finger between her skin and the leather to check for a snug fit, ensuring that they would not slip off over her hands. Victor selected a larger band similar to the wrist bands. He removed her sparkly necklace and placed it in the jewelry box. He selected another piece of leather from the table. "This is your collar. Fortunately your hair is up. It will be easy to don it. But if you are being prepared elsewhere, some other time in the future, you may need to raise your hair to assist with your binding. Raise your chin, please." Moryha tilted her face higher as Victor clipped the leather ends behind her head. He drew the buckle tight and checked for fit, this time to ensure she could breathe, pant or holler as needed when the time came. Last he pulled a pair of shiny black heels from the table and dropped them to the floor. Moryha bent to the task, removing her elegant heels and placing her feet into the sturdier heels with their broad ankle straps. She buckled the straps and stood tall again. Victor bent and checked the fit, adding small locks to the clasps, securing them so that only a key would release them. Victor helped Moryha remove her earrings and placed those with the necklace and bracelets in the jewelry box. He guided her by the arm around the room, letting her test and get accustomed to the restraint heels. She stepped small and long. They paused again before the table. Victor selected a dual clip iron ring. He turned Moryha's back to him and drew her limp armed wrists behind her, fastening the wristbands together. Moryha tested the range of the clips and found them secure as well. Victor found the clasp at the top of the dress's back zipper and lowered the tab. The dress panels tumbled open revealing Moryha's brassiere backstrap. He lowered more and revealed the waist band of her panties. Task complete, he turned her by her shoulders to face him. At this point Victor would have used scissors to cut the shoulder straps. But for training purposes, he had ordered the dress made with clip closures at the shoulders. He duly slipped the clasps and pulled the garment down Moryha's body, exposing her bra, panties and stockings. She stepped out of the expensive dress and he laid it aside. Underwear was less costly and easily replaced. Those would not be as gently handled. Victor selected a folding utility knife from the table. He slid the blade beneath Moryha's bra strap. A quick slice and it parted with an elastic pop. The other strap followed. Her breasts sagged slightly with the loss of support. Victor took a circuit around Moryha and stopped again in front. The knife made quick work of the thin strip between the cups and the cut bra fell to the floor. He had seen this view before but still admired the beauty of her boobs. He patted up against the bottom of each orb to watch the reactive ripples in the globes. Victor decided to place Moryha in suspension before any more undressing, not that there was that much more to go. He backed her against a square post frame in the center of the room. Victor reached behind her, bumping her chest to his and unclipped the wrists, reattaching each to an upper corner of the frame. Moryha was in a Y stance. Victor knelt and attached each ankle to a lower corner. Moryha was now in an X stance. He gathered a blindfold from the table. "It is best for your excitement if you hear and feel but not see the next preparations." Victor fastened the folded black cloth over her eyes and behind her head after losing her hairdo and letting the tresses fall down her back. He palmed her pantie covered cameltoe, rubbing the damp silk. Moryha gave a low breath at the contact. Victor retrieved the knife. He slid it under the side hip panel of the panties and sliced the left side. The severed panties folded forward but not off her groin. He matched that cut with another on the right. The panties fell more but not off, adhering to her wet cunt lips. Victor peeled them the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. Other than Moryha's deep breaths, the room was silent. Victor quietly traded the knife for a silver bullet vibrating dildo. He snuck close and placed the probe an inch from her groin. He switched it on at the same instant he touched her clit. The buzz sound and touch of cold metal startled Moryha. She hopped in the restraints but Victor anticipated the move and held the vibrator against her elusive clitoris. Moryha cried out. Victor worried the buzzing tip around her rosy flesh, getting more gallops and whoops from the woman. He kept at it until she tired and slowed. Victor removed the probe but let it buzz in the air near her groin. When Moryha had stopped wiggling in her cuffs, he positioned the buzzing tool beneath her and pushed it up her vaginal tract. Her moisture was plentiful and he slid the probe upward in one motion until it bumped against the top end of Moryha's tunnel. It was hard to maintain that contact as she jumped and jogged from the intense sensations but Victor had learned from his experiences with previous young women how to follow the wild gyrations. He performed his duties well. This time, Moryha howled out long and hard and Victor recognized her orgasmic cries. She collapsed in the restraints, weight held by the wrists cuffs, head hanging on her palpitating chest, boobs rising and falling with her slackening breaths. Victor moved back to the table to allow her time for rest and recovery. When she raised her blindfolded face to front again, he returned to her. Victor licked his flattened tongue on her left boob from underside, over the nipple to the top. He repeated with the right tit. He palmed the fleshy masses, kneading and pinching, gripping and squeezing, not so much to excite Moryha as simply displaying his ability to fondle her at will while she was restrained. During his oral caresses of Moryha's tits, Victor's stiff cock wagged against her cunt lips, slightly distended by the handling and peaking. He chose to proceed with his own pleasure, bent his knees and drove himself up into her welcoming receptacle. He brushed a few stray strands behind before gripping his teeth on her neck and his hands behind her back. Her wetted boobs flattened into his chest. He thrust his hips as the rest of his body held her still. Victor prodded her with short strokes and it wasn't long before he pumped his essence into her. He clung to her body while his panting abated. Stepping back, Victor shuffled to the table and retrieved nipple clamps from the jewelry box. He twisted one nipple until the nub stiffened. Carefully, aligning the clamp, he let the spring clips fasten on the little flesh cylinder. Moryha gasped and shook her shoulders trying to dislodge the cold metal pinching her nip. Victor removed her blindfold so Moryha could see the shiny metal compressed on her throbbing nipple. Victor then raised the other clamp and rotated it in his fingers before her face. Moryha saw Victor move it to her other nipple and stifled a sob. Victor used a roll of his fingers to raise the nub. Moryha held her breath, awaiting the sting. Victor waited her out until she exhaled. The spring closed its levers on the nipple before Moryha could completely recover her inhale. She let out a yelp. Victor backed off. He checked the fit and security of her four cuffs. "Moryha, I'm tired and now must rest. I will return for more of this lesson when I have regained some energy." Victor left her suspended as he headed out the door. "When? When are you coming back?" she called out. Victor closed the door and left her alone, suspended, nipple clamped without reply. Victor awoke in his bed refreshed from a few hours nap. He trudged back to the room containing Moryha and her riggings. She may have dozed off but unlikely. She raised her head when he entered. He checked her nipples. They were redder than before but did not appear marked. He opened the springs and put them in the jewelry box. He returned with a silver leash which he attached to the ring on the front of her collar. He knew that the sting of returned blood flow was unpleasant for Moryha. Victor finger snapped the newly freed nipple nubs. She squeezed her eyes shut but never whimpered. Total Woman Pageants 04 Victor released her ankle cuffs first, then the wrists. She was wobbly on her heels. He held her arm tightly so she wouldn't topple. When she appeared steady, he took the leash and led her out of the room, down the hallway to her suite, his anticipation already stiffening his cock. Victor led her to the bed and lay her face down on the comforter with her legs off the side of the mattress. Their next fuck would be from behind. He was considerate of her hurting chest and allowed her the luxury of cushioning her discomfort on the soft covers. He jolted the inside of her heels to spread her ankles and thighs wider. Laying over her, he aligned and pushed in. Victor tapped, tapped and pushed, but was rebuffed. Moryha was slow to lubricate after her suspension ordeal. Victor climbed off and rounded the bed. He kneed up on the mattress in front of Moryha, gripped her hair in both hands, yanked up her face and put his cock tip at her lips. She understood. She kissed and licked his knob, transferring saliva to his erection. Using the hair grips, Victor pulled Moryha's head onto his cock and probed inside to help spread the wetness all along his shaft. Dismounting the bed, he rounded back to behind Moryha and tried again. This trial met with much better success and he was soon ensconced deep within her vagina. He had good leverage and balance so took his time running long strokes the full distance available. The time passed with his cock feeling wonderful tight caresses in her soft warmth. His orgasm washed over him as he jetted into her womb. He lay on her back and rested as his erection shrank and fell out. Victor unlocked the collar, cuffs and heels, leaving Moryha naked and facedown on her bed. Victor returned to his bed for a night's rest. At dawn, Moryha crept into Victor's room and climbed into his bed. He had been awake before she entered but did not greet or stop her. She swept back the covers and handled his prick to semi-hardness. She lapped it from base to tip and back again. Victor watched as she took him into her mouth. He groaned as she descended and sucked hard. He growled when he approached his cum and cried out when it arrived. Moryha was happy to get one more chance at the salty sweet savor. She would leave this morning. This last blowjob was a good culmination to her training and a good launch to her new life as the future Crown Prince Consort. Total Woman Pageants 05 Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was more petite than the usual candidates. Her pixie cut blond hair hung over her eyes and barely covered her neck. Her petite build was offset by modest firm breasts with nipples poking at the tight gym teeshirt and a trim ass under silky gym shorts. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Romysha, Miss Romania, Contestant for Miss Europe The bearer of this communique is Romysha, the current Miss Romania. She is a candidate for this year's Miss Europe. She is gifted with intelligence and beauty. She speaks adequate English. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by her benefactor to perfect her in every way in order to outclass the competition in the upcoming pageant. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded both onstage and backstage to win a world class beauty pageant. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find this candidate to be a reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and her benefactor have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, her benefactor and especially the pageant judges will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. She was standing with eyes down, waiting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way and carried her valises into the studio reception. Returning to the entrance, he ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. Romysha stood with hands folded in front, looking up at Victor through her blond bangs. Victor motioned her to an easy chair and began the interview. "Miss Romania, why are you here?" "I want to train for the beauty contests with the same dedication that I applied to becoming a champion gymnast. I know every victory requires hard work and training." "Very well, we will discuss this more later. Come to dinner at eight o'clock, formally dressed." Romysha wore a cute little sleeveless black dress that molded her compact shape. Her hair, makeup, jewelry and heels were the perfect accessories. She looked very attractive in athletic chic, subtly showing her healthy physique. Victor explained the program of morning exercise, healthy brunch, skills training, current events afternoons and stage practice in the evenings. He sent her to bed, indicating that they would start her program tomorrow. At 1AM on the morrow, Victor awoke to start Romysha's training. He crossed the hall fingering his growing erection and unlocked the door to her suite. He smeared his stiff cock with a gob of lubricant as he walked to the bed and climbed in, resting on his knees behind her. Romysha was sleeping on her stomach. He lifted her hips and folded her legs into a front lying squat, lining up for entry into her cunt. No talk, no request, just taking command. Romysha woke and looked over her shoulder as Victor aligned her derriere and tapped his knob at her cunt lips. He pushed gently but steadily, apprehensive that her petite size might not accommodate his grander size. He sheathed himself to her cries of incredulity. She feared the same size differential. He fit but barely, her pressure around his rod noteworthy. When he was fully enclosed within her, he drew her back up against his chest, using the modest boobs as grips to hug her tight. Victor pumped without regard to her reluctance, finally erupting in her womb. He withdrew and pushed her off of him. Standing beside the bed, he said "This demonstrates that I am in charge and you will follow my instructions in everything unquestioned. It's for your own good and I am here to help you. Understood? Tomorrow, you will tell me whether you will follow my training methods or would rather leave now. Get some sleep. We start early and the days will be long." He returned to his room and slept the remainder of the night. In the morning, Romysha acknowledged his control and agreed to be a compliant student. "It's more than I anticipated but if that's what it takes for me to learn the complete set of skills, then teach me all you know. I will follow your instructions willingly." The week proceeded smoothly. The exercises for the little gymnast were perfunctory. Her knowledge of current events was tempered by the closed nature of her society, still recovering from decades of communist dictatorship. She sounded as if she was parroting the party line. The evenings were spent in model walks and poses, trying various gowns and swimsuits in the quest for her personal perfect look. She learned how to be discreetly coy, flashing a nipple or her crotch, displaying a lack of undergarments. They worked on making it seem accidental, titillation for the judges and audience, bettering her scores. During one session, while Victor was onstage with Romysha, she stumbled when her dress caught on her heel. The sudden wrench yanked the precariously fastened top half down her torso. Victor caught her as she fell against him, one hand cupping her bare boob. He righted her but maintained the boob contact. Romysha looked up at Victor looking down at her. The kiss came naturally; as did what followed. Victor gathered her up in his arms and took her to the stage front sofa. He lay her down and removed the rest of the already half removed gown. She drew him in for another kiss. He was kneeling over her body. Victor's kisses started at Romysha's lips, pecked her chin, bussed deeply in her neck well, licked her sternum and finally covered the far nipple. He opened wide and sucked lots of firm flesh into his mouth, picking the elongating nipple in his teeth. Victor pulled up. Romysha's tit formed a symmetrical cone atop her prone chest. He freed it from his tooth grip and it snapped back to a rounded torus with a pointy tip. He captured and pulled again. He tried the other nipple and got the same result. Her nubs were prominent and her nipples enflamed with the blood flowing to the objects of his attention. Romysha's eyes squinted in her pleasure. Victor wanted to delay further action until later to really give her his full attention, maybe overnight in his bed. "We need to return to your practices. We have a tight schedule to keep." Victor rose to end the petting and resume practice but Romysha stopped him with a hand behind his neck. "Please...can we finish this practice first?" Victor considered Romysha's tight schedule. Then he considered Romysha's tight pussy. Victor decided a short break would be okay. He tugged his pants down and exposed his cock. She stroked it as he moved over her spreading legs. He positioned and pushed. She rolled her hips up to help the angle and pulled on his ass. In one long cooperative effort, Victor smoothly went the distance to the other end of her vagina, butting against her cervix. 'God, she's so tight' he thought. They kissed as they fucked. Their pecks and strokes were not in synch with the timing of their genital strokes but they were effective nonetheless. They played tongue tag, groin bump and then came together, their orgasms washing over them. That was the first of many more intermissions during the following days' dress rehearsals. The skills and talents training also went well; Romysha demonstrated amazing grace and flexibility. Daytimes, Victor had her practice gymnastic routines in the nude beside the pool. She walked the balance beam, on her feet and on her hands. She skipped, jumped and tumbled on the deck. Whenever her legs scissored over her head, her little pink pussy flashed a 'hello' to Victor, who was just as naked and watching from his seat at a table. Romysha was rolling through a parallel bars routine when Victor felt the urge. She was swinging upside down, knees hooked over a bar. He approached as she paused, upside down, and put his tumescence near her face. She reached out, pulled him in, hugged his hips and swallowed his cock down her inverted throat. Victor leaned in and kissed and licked the proffered pussy lips. Her routine had generated perspiration which added salty sweetness to the musky emollients delighting his tongue. Victor hugged her waist, supporting her in case she swooned and lost her cling to the bar. Romysha felt him lift her weight and curled her thighs forward to rest on his shoulders, locking ankles behind his head. She bent her legs and drew his mouth in closer to her lower orifice. He dove his tongue in deeper. At his age, Victor wasn't the stud he used to be. He would be unable to finish standing up while holding a woman unaided, even one as petite as Romysha. He straddle walked over to the table with her still engaged on his cock. Laying her on it, with her head hanging over the edge, he had her in decent alignment for a in-depth throat fucking. He plowed ahead, never losing his face contact with Romysha's rosy maw. After watching the little gymnast give it her all, Victor was set to give her his all. He used his full repertoire to get the most satisfaction for himself. He employed strokes, pauses, deep buries, flutters and rams to receive pleasure from her mouth, tongue and tonsils. She moaned at the power of his fucking, swallowing, glazing his knob with those vocal vibrations. He shook his head loose from her leg lock, raised his head and closed his eyes. He growled as he pulsed, hosing sperm straight to her stomach. They lazed on the chaise lounge, Victor face up, Romysha face down on top of him, her lips against his neck, kissing and cooing. Their afterglow sluggishly faded into serenity, their diminishing intensity emulating the vanishing hues of the setting sun. Victor rousted his charge to go inside. They padded to her guest suite where they showered off the redolence of sweat and fuck. Barely dressed, they ate dinner and retired early. Victor led her to his bedroom where they spend the rest of the night on last minute fine-tuning of Romysha's sucking and fucking skills until Victor was too exhausted to continue. He awoke alone in the morning. Romysha had departed for her new life of glamour on the New Frontiers of the old Eastern Bloc. Total Woman Pageants 06 Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She wore a leather neck collar with silver rings peeking beneath her shoulder length red tresses. Her outfit was a tight fitting sleeveless black dress, cut low in the cleavage and high on her thighs. Her strappy black heels held ankle rings with little locks for closures. She carried her overnight bag in both hands in front, as if further shielding her dress obscured pussy. The wrists cuffs held rings also. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Tricia, Mrs Texas, Contestant for Mrs North America The bearer of this communique is Tricia, the current Mrs Texas. She is a candidate for this year's Mrs North America. She is gifted with intelligence and beauty. Total Woman Pageants has been retained by her benefactor to perfect her in every way in order to outclass the competition in the upcoming pageant. You are at liberty to use any and all means and methods necessary to instill in her the arts and skills demanded both onstage and backstage to win a world class beauty pageant. Please afford her the FULL range of your specialized tutoring. However, if at any time, you find this candidate to be a reluctant or recalcitrant, feel free to return her to us without any regret or further obligation. She and her benefactor have been briefed on these terms and conditions and both have agreed in writing. This Board, her benefactor and especially the pageant judges will truly appreciate your upmost attention to refining her abilities. As always, we thank you for favoring us with your valuable time and labors. Victor folded the letter and looked over his latest charge. She was standing with eyes down, waiting his instructions or dismissal. He stepped out, waved the limousine driver on his way and ushered the woman inside, closed and locked the door and resigned himself to another long grueling week of work. Tricia stood in the room still clutching her overnight bag in front of her. Victor took the bag, opened it and found numerous toys, restraints and scraps of fabric. He rummaged and found the key for the locks and restraints and pocketed it. He dropped the bag and surveyed his latest assignment, wiping his palm on her hips and torso as he strolled around her. Stopping behind, he found the zipper tab under her shoulder length hair and drew it downward. Her black bra strap and thong waist band appeared in the gap. "Remove the dress, please." Tricia took the shoulder straps over her arms and to the floor. Her bra was a pushup, and pushup it did, into a wondrous creamy valley of freckled flesh. She was not fat but carried more body weight than the usual younger woman contestant. Her hips were trapped in a thong that was a size too small, cameltoe conspicuous. Victor thought training her might be a challenge but one he relished. "Stand straight, eyes forward, hands clasped behind your back, don't move, and just answer my questions. Now, why are you here?" "My husband has left me because he thinks I am inadequate. The Mrs North America pageant is in a few weeks; it's a fetish and bondage competition. Winning it is the start of my plan to get him back. I am here to learn how to succeed at these special types of contests." Victor ran his finger over her cameltoe, pressing into the softness under the thong. He strolled around her again, patting her soft exposed ass cheeks. He toyed with the wrist cuffs, testing their strength and tautness on her arms. He discovered they were locked on. He checked the clasp on her collar and was unsurprised to discover that it also locked. He walked around and knelt in front of her. The heels were tall and, again, were locked on. He examined the cameltoe closely from this optimum vantage point. He detected the odor of her musk. Standing, he walked one more circuit and stopped behind her. He leaned in close to her ear. "Go to the guest suite and settle in. Dinner is at eight o'clock in the dining room. Dress is formal. We will discuss your schedule and training program for the week. Don't be late." With that, he slapped her ass and sent her to her room. Victor was sipping his cocktail as Tricia floated into the dining room. Of course, she still wore the locked collar, cuffs and heels; their key was currently suspended on the bead neck chain under Victor's shirt, readily available if he should need it. She had found a light blue gown, the color matched her eyes. The front draped her cleavage with folds and scallops, allowing hints of her braless nipple bumps under the shrouding fabric. It was smooth across her waists and hips, displaying no panty line. The skirt was split up the back of her legs so she could stride rather than shuffle in her heels. Her collar and wrist rings held short jewelry chains to match her silver chain ear baubles. As she walked towards him, her breasts jostled freely under the dress. Her silvery jewelry chains glittered in the soft light and her red mane bounced gently. Victor helped her sit. As they ate, they discussed the week ahead. Victor wanted her to exercise each morning before a light brunch. The early afternoon would be skills training, the rest of the day reserved for presentation and display skills training. He expected her to keep him company in his bed overnight. Tricia gave her complete consent to the agenda. "Other than fetish roles, what are your arts and talents?" "I love music. I sing a little and play several instruments: violin, oboe and piano." "Good variety. We will see what we can do with those combined in a fetish program. Now let's break the ice and properly start the week. " Victor stood and gave her a hand up. He turned her to face the table and leaned her over it. He gathered her split skirt and draped the panels aside her hips, exposing her bare ass. Victor unzipped and dropped his pants. He knocked his shoes against the inside of her heels, signaling her to spread her legs wider. She complied unspoken. He fingered her slit, finding it moist, ready for him. He was certainly ready for her. His knob slid in easily, and then the shaft followed until his lower belly was warmed by contact with the bare flesh of her ass cheeks. He put a hand on her head, pressing down to lay her cheek against the table cloth. Her eyes were closed; her boobs compressed to splay out as squished roundettes on the underside of her torso. He pulled and pushed back into her tunnel. She moaned. Victor was enjoying the warm wetness enclosing his erection. His first with a woman was always a delightful adventure as he reconnoitered the differences between the individual contestants. Nothing about Tricia was as yet unpleasing. He continued the trek. Victor had been a long time between matings and he was not his usual resilient self. Too soon he came inside Tricia and thereby launched the beginning of her week of practice and training. Preliminaries accomplished, he dismissed her to her suite, told her to prepare herself. He would join her there later tonight. Tricia rose, smoothed her garb and exited. Victor remained and enjoyed the rest of his coffee and dessert, his second dessert as it were. Victor entered her suite nude. Tricia could not remove her restraints without his key, but she had removed all else. She lay in bed, turned on her side to watch his approach into her suite. Her red waves of hair hung askew around the back of her head. Her makeup dark eyes, partially obscured by her bangs, rosy high cheek bones and bright red lipstick were crinkled in a Mona Lisa smile of shy welcome. Her large round breasts hung sidewise and were shelved on an arm almost buried beneath the masses. The nipples appeared larger; Tricia had used rouge to enhance their size and color in contrast to her lightly freckled skin. Her waist formed a swale between her shoulders and hips, abdomen bulls-eyed by her navel. Her cunt was bare, forming an inviting V between her thighs. Her long legs stretched to her strappy black bondage heels. Victor felt his cock jump. Tricia saw the judder. Rather than assume she was the cause, she thought it might just be his movement across the room. Victor came to the edge of the bed and poked his hardness at her chin. She maneuvered her jaw into a proper angle and licked. Victor maneuvered his fingers under Tricia's boobs. He hefted the masses together in one hand and bounced them, feeling their weight. His other hand fingered her clit. Tricia licked and kissed his cock, but only the tip and knob. She had not received an invitation to go further. Victor buried his fingers in her vagina: one at first plumbing shallow depths, then two in a finger scissoring movement and then three with rotating half hands inside. Her walls were supple and ridged, ready to provide a slippery burnishing to his rod. And Victor's rod was aching for a good burnishing; but first things first. Victor held her head by her wavy locks and pushed his growing groin stiffness past her red lips. Tricia ran her tongue all over the surface, mentally tracking the route, trying to touch every spot. Victor noted and appreciated the courtesy Tricia showed in trying to learn as much about him as quickly as possible. A week can sometimes fly by without a proper introduction. Victor pulled out, both fingers and cock. He stroked Tricia's flank and pushed her hips to roll her on her back. He climbed in and lay on his side next to Tricia. His fingers twitched at her rouged nipples. She stared at the ceiling, then didn't as she closed her eyes. Victor palmed the breast fully. Victor closed his eyes also...and fell asleep. Victor woke as he felt Tricia's fingers circling his knob. They lay as they had when they dozed off. His cock re-hardened in response to her ministrations. He kneaded both tits in succession, interchanging grabs, slaps and pinches until her nipples and her moans hardened in reply. Rested, invigorated and aroused, Victor crawled atop Tricia, scooted up her body, over her mounds and demanded re-entry. She was most welcoming. His cock hit the back of her mouth before he was fully settled and braced. She explored him some more with her tongue. Finding much the same as before, she palmed his butt cheeks and dragged him in further, avoiding the gag reflex by swallowing quickly, over and over. Victor groaned his orgasm and gave her something to swallow. What was it with this woman that got him so high and so low so quickly and repeatedly? She was a rollercoaster of passion. When he was down from his cum, he took Tricia's wrist restraints and locked them together at the bedhead. He locked her ankles together at the bedfoot. He left enough slack so she could bend her knees lying sideways. Victor spooned her delectable ass, palmed a handful of tit and dozed off again. The following morning and into the afternoon, Tricia exercised, brunched and practiced her musical instruments, all topless and wearing her restraints, though not restrained. Victor had taken violin and piano lessons as a youth. He could tell she was accomplished. She said she had performed violin and oboe in amateur and semi-professional orchestras. Nothing further developed and she lost interest when she dedicated all her time to her now estranged husband. She relished the thought of finding her musical interest again. Victor liked the piano pieces but the violin and oboe pieces haunted him. The quiet shrill of the notes gave him goose bumps, they were that sweet. The melodies made him reminisce his long past youth. It got his ardor up again and he quenched it there and then in Tricia's cunt right on stage. During the evening, Tricia modeled fetish and bondage costumes. There were the usual: teachers, secretaries, nuns, and tavern wenches; all vanilla to Victor. He was attentive to Tricia's necessary wardrobe alterations. Fingers pried under bras and panties to check for fit, corsets were tightened beyond reason, blindfolds tested for blockage and gags tested for sound muffling. Spanks worked best for the sound tests. Tricia modeled a nun's habit for Victor that he had sliced in front so the black cloak flapped, as she approached, flapped open to expose her full frontal nudity underneath. Her fully covered head bobbed as she practiced a blowjob on him while he sat in a red cushioned bishop's arm chair wearing modified red robes that left his groin uncovered. For the secretary and teacher routines, Victor dressed Tricia in blouse and skirts without underwear, and then sat in a school or office chair as she rode his lap, his cock buried in her cunt and his face buried in her cleavage. Tricia the tavern wench leaned over and took his bare bottom spankings before he ripped off her flimsy top and drilled her from behind on hands and knees. The exhibitions and routines were still just not enough to win a fetish competition. They needed a show stopper. Victor would think harder on it. Each night in bed, Victor spooned Tricia, awaking and slaking his thirst for her at will. She was always willing. At the second or third fucking, she was usually on top. That required a loosing of the holding chains but not the restraining collar or cuffs themselves. Victor never closed his eyes during those times. He prized the silhouettes her breasts made in movement. Her bright eyes almost emitted crystal rays when she flashed in surprise at a sudden sensation catching her unawares in her core. Victor recalled how, in his initial tactile probe that first night, his rod ached to feel her supple and ridged vagina walls providing a slippery burnishing. Now, Victor's aches were soothed again and again. During their fucks, he imagined his erection growing endlessly larger inside her tightness. His intense explosions of cum sometimes startled him until he remembered he was just cumming out the end, not rupturing out the sides. One morning, Tricia was blindfolded, her arms fastened overhead to a hook in the shower. Victor had unlocked and removed her collar and heels. He was scrubbing the fuck odor from her body. He would shampoo her hair later after systematically washing her down, face to foot. Tricia felt his sudsy sponge wipe all over her aroused body. Victor had been very thorough in his cleansing, including the douche. The rough sponge on her clitoris and nipples had them glowing a rosy blush, some from the external heat of the shower water, but more from her blood flowing to those parts. Satisfied with the job he had done, he lowered her to kneeling in the tub and shampooed her hair. When that chore was finished, he retrieved a stool and placed it in the tub in front of her, seating himself. Victor pulled Tricia's blindfolded face to his groin. She felt his semi-hard cock rub her cheek. She found the tip and starting drawing it into her lips. Victor sat still, letting the blindfolded woman perform her duty. He had left her wrists connected, but in front. She brought her hands under his scrotum and fingered beneath the balls within the sac, carefully, for she knew he was very sensitive there. Tricia's whole being was focused on the gem on her tongue and the jewels on her fingers. Victor's treasures deserved Tricia's upmost attention and she gave it. She painted the underside of the rod tip with the underside of her tongue tip. Victor leaped in her mouth. She tried it again; another throb. She had found his special place and her special touch. She set a pattern of stroke, swallow, reverse and paint. Victor moaned out loud and held her head. His sac was not ignored and she jimmied each ball on a fingertip, up and down in sequence, timed with the oral caresses. Time ran out. Victor clutched her head tight to his groin as he neared his orgasm. Tricia swallowed briskly, eager to add vibrations to the sensitive knob and increase the power of his spasm. She succeeded. Victor's head tilted back, his legs braced straight against the end of the tub and he roared with his face pointed skyward. It went on and on until he was whimpering. Victor lay exhausted in the tub of bubbly water. He had disconnected Tricia's cuffs but the bands remained locked on her wrists. She had prepared his bath for his external cleansing. She was remitting his favor of sensual bathing, having just scoured the inside of his tube in her singular oral fashion. Victor was fascinated by this woman. He closed his eyes and dozed off, satiated for now, napping in the suds to conserve his energy. Late in the week, while Tricia exercised, Victor spent the morning preparing the stage to practice Tricia's ultimate fetish routine for the pageant. It all came down to the need for a show stopping performance. Simply prancing onstage in a fetish costume and fucking the host MC for the audience would only put her in the same league as everyone else. Incorporating an uncanny contraption was the game changer necessary to win. Tricia strolled naked to the practice stage after her exercise session. She saw Victor's equipment arrangement. "Ohh...I love it! Victor, you're a genius!" she cooed, clapping her hands to small jumps. He told her to get dressed in the same elegant gown she had worn when he enjoyed fucking her on their first night. She took some extra time putting her hair in a stylish upswept bun above and behind her head. Her makeup was stage perfect with cherry red lipstick and muted eye shadow. She wore sophisticated jewelry, silver and diamond dangly earrings and diamond baubles on her restraints, exuding elegance in bondage. The first night's blue drape of a gown again accented her breasts and hips. Tricia strode to the center of the stage. Her legs flashed through the rear skirt slit as she walked. She stopped next to the grand piano. Victor waited at its side, dressed in a light velvet black robe. His hands held two long silver chains. Tricia stopped before the piano bench where a lubricated dual-shaft dildo, a 'rabbit', stood erect in its center. Victor motioned for her to take a seat. Tricia moved to stand before the keyboard, looked back, pulled the split rear dress panels open and carefully sat on the bench, letting the main dildo slide up her cunt and the second probe press her clitoris. She wiggled her exposed ass to get everything arranged in a comfortable position. She let the dress panels drape inside her stocking cased legs. The side view of her ass, thighs and legs were visible for the future audience to enjoy. Victor took the chains and clipped her wrists loosely to the ends of the keyboard. There was plenty of slack for her to run her hands all along the keys. Victor then loosed her shoulder straps and lowered her bodice to pool in her lap. To the future audience, she would present a fine profile view of her magnificent breasts with their makeup enhanced nipples. The dress pooled around her waist. Having positioned Tricia for her performance, Victor mounted the piano, seating himself on the piano's front lid above the keyboard facing Tricia, his feet braced on the ends of the keyboard. He had the best seat in the house to view the upcoming performance. "Play me a tune, Tricia; something slow and sensuous and exotic. Something with reverbing base tones and high twilling tweets. You won't be disappointed, nor will I, nor the audience." Tricia placed her hands, played the first three notes of a warm up scale, suddenly halted in surprise, and then resumed. The piano notes were reflected electronically to her dildos, low vibrations in her cunt, high tones on her clitoris. She played a low scale, then a high scale, testing the range of the sensations. Tricia began with a short piece from a Bach fugue, heavy base notes thumping her vagina. A little Mozart tickled her clit. Now that she understood the basic techniques, she needed a dynamic song to use as her main piece. She selected the rock symphony 'Love Reign O'er Me' by The Who. Total Woman Pageants 06 The song began slowly, with low notes, interspersed with twills. Tricia swayed her upper body as she reached for keys up and down the keyboard, her head and breasts shifting side to side with the melody. Her rocking shifted the instrument in her cunt, letting the dildo place its harmonious throbs in various places inside her vagina and on her clitoris. The legendary song increased in its speed and intensity as it flowed along. The melodic twins increased in reflected speed and intensity in and on Tricia's groin. The vision of oscillating boobs and facial bliss combined with the essential sensuality of the song was getting Victor hard. Tricia was well along in the music, the lyrics sung with her sweet voice. Tricia was totally in the groove and her body was in constant motion: her shoulders swayed in rhythm, her boobs jiggled. The crescendo finale was coming close. She finished the lyrics, with their plaintive words begging the gods to 'Love Reign O'er Me'. The final measures of the tune were high ending tweets that diddled her clit. Her mouth grimaced a strange smile then opened to puff in ascending breathy pants. She peaked as the last note reverberated long and loud. Victor saw her near her peak, swept back his robe, exposed his ready erection and stroked it hurriedly. As Tricia opened her mouth to proclaim her ecstasy, he rained his cum o'er Tricia's face, one shot flying between her stretched lips, the others landing on her eyes and nose. She fell forward and speared her face on his deflating meat, sucking the remaining cum out of his penis. Victor flopped back on the piano rung out. Tricia rested her head between his legs, mouth full of deflating cock, letting her own ardor float back to earth. Victor roused himself off the piano. He helped Tricia to sit upright and then stand, carefully drawing her off the cunt pleasuring twins. They discarded her bunched dress, unclipped the chains and departed for his bedroom. Victor unlocked the clasps of her restraints. Tricia emerged from the bathroom preened with fresh makeup, uncuffed and uncollared. She retained the heels, hairdo and jewelry. She climbed atop Victor and spent the rest of the night composing her own symphony of love, employing all the instruments in her corporeal orchestra to craft her own epochal masterpiece of passion. Victor woke. Tricia was gone from his bed. He felt sad, remarkably sad. Tricia was supposed to be just another duty, an assignment. He was a professional. Yet he felt sad. He was getting too old for these long weeks of toil. Somehow, she had touched his soul. In Victor's twilight waking, Tricia's music lingered in his ears, the memories too exquisite to forget. An oboe solo floated in the air. The tune faded and a violin elated his thoughts, mirroring the sadness that he felt. He was more awake now and the tune continued. He wandered to the Main Room and his heart skipped a beat. Tricia was engrossed in playing the tune of sorrow on her violin. Victor watched small tears drizzle down her cheeks as she held the violin under her chin. She ended the tune and let the instrument and bow hang down. He stood over her as she looked up at him. "Must I leave now?" she asked. Victor delayed only a moment before kissing Tricia and whispering: "No...please stay as long as you like." ____________ To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer, Retired From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Congratulations!!! What joy! On behalf of everyone at Total Woman Pageants, I extend our fondest best wishes to you and your new bride, this year's Mrs North America! We are happy that, after your lifetime of dedication to guiding and steering countless young women in attaining their life dreams, you have found the one who can bring you the true happiness you so deserve. But as well, we are saddened to learn of your decision to retire from pageant training. We, and our clients, will miss your expertise and the results you achieved through your special and effective training techniques. We understand your desire to rest from your exertions and concentrate your attention and energies to your new nuptial responsibilities. However, if and when you become ready for diversity in your new life, please do not hesitate to contact us. We can afford you opportunities to be a select gentleman for Total Woman Academy Freewill Weekends. And we would be thrilled to sponsor both you and your wife as Academy Guest Lecturers Emeritus. Other business ventures requiring your unique skills might also be considered. As always, you have our greatest admiration and gratitude for your past endeavors. Please be assured that our desire for future collaborations is genuine. Please consider our offers at your leisure. The door at Total Woman Pageants and its affiliates is always open to you, Victor, our old and valued associate.