Art Deco Pt. 02

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

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

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

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

'I promise!' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Auto pilot?'-

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

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

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

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

'No' he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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