Chapter 18: Samuel, Courtney, Olivia, Gloria, and Bianca

Samuel knew it would take time for his submissives to teach their projects how to do their makeup and dress appropriately, so after he’d sent Bianca from the room, he slept for another hour, grateful for the extra space in the bed.

After waking up, Samuel showered and dressed before making his way to the kitchen and waiting for his submissives and guests to arrive. He knew his wait would be an extended one, so he made coffee from the espresso machine, settled onto a chair, and opened his favourite social media pages.

Samuel had finished his second coffee before, and as he expected, Courtney and Gloria arrived first. Courtney knelt at his feet, but Gloria hugged the handsome older man before sitting beside him and holding his hand.

“Good morning, beautiful Gloria,” Samuel said, admiring her plush figure, which was divinely displayed in a butterfly-sleeved, plunging-neck midi dress. Gloria’s magnificent G-cups bulged salivatingly in the dress’ deep Vee. The skirt’s hem bounced sexily as she waked but was long enough to obscure Gloria’s wobbly, cellulite-covered thighs.

Samuel patted Courtney’s head before leaning over to kiss her lips lightly. “You look even more beguiling than usual, my girl,” he said as Courtney almost shook and wagged her bum like a happy puppy. “Make me, yourself, and our guest a coffee, and then you may sit with me.”

Courtney complied, and the threesome sat around the table, discussing their plans for the day. It was another forty-five minutes before Olivia and Bianca joined them. The beautiful, cross-dressed pair knelt before Samuel and waited for his approval. He smiled lovingly down at the knelt pair before kissing their cheeks and telling them they were beautiful.

“Get Bianca and yourself a coffee, and join us at the table,” Samuel instructed. He turned back to the conversation before holding his hand up. “Gloria,” he said firmly. “Courtney stopped asking you to attend my parties because I told her to. Your rough and ready personality intimidated too many of my female attendees, and it’s challenging enough to find enough women to attend as it is. If those women stop attending, there will not be enough women to ensure the balance between the genders.

“My error, not Courtney’s, was not recognising the women reacted as they did because they were confused by what you were. To them, you seemed nothing but a willing slut ready to fuck anyone and everyone. And while that’s to be applauded at events like these, your aggressive pursuit of them and their men left them feeling inadequate for their boyfriend’s or husband’s needs. You unintentionally made them believe they weren’t woman enough to satisfy their mates and that you were, and they feared losing them to you.

“So, when Courtney came to me with her plan to encourage you to explore your domination tendencies, I ... me, Gloria, not Courtney ... refused her plan. So, get off your high horse, pull your head out of your ass, and realise that I was wrong and that Courtney supported your continued attendance the whole time. Or, by help me, Gawd, I will tell Olivia to bend you over my kitchen table, and I will paddle your luscious ass!”

“You said it was you!” Gloria protested to Courtney.

“Of course,” Courtney admitted. “I was certainly not dropping my dominant in it.”