Club Venus Paradisio
Copyright© 2014 by Midsummerman
Chapter 3
BDSM Cuckold Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Madeline's freedom leads to her befriending Barbarba through a kinky dating site while casually looking for submissive males. She is encouraged to join her and meet her dominant friends at an incognito and hedonistic holiday destination, where males are no more than playthings to appease the lusts and desires of women of authority. Madeline embarks on what certainly turns out to be the 'Holiday of a lifetime.'
Caution: This BDSM Cuckold Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Spanking Humiliation Sadistic Torture Group Sex Interracial Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism
Enthralled by her initial time at the venue, Madeline had slept fitfully and had masturbated many times with her thoughts on the level of domination she’d witnessed so far, her mood moving her to becoming the bold ominatrix she’d always envisaged, now that a reality on keeping with her hottest fantasies was within her grasp. the morning couldn’t come quickly enough as she relished the shopping trip with the redheaded Barbara ... and the other place she’d be visiting, Barbara’s curt smile suggesting there was something darkly erotic about it.
The breakfast she had with Barbara did nothing to quell her appetite for brandishing the whip, sat on a beachside cafe, and served by meek males supervised and overlooked by a stern female supervisor, who did none of the work of course. Her mind was entertained by passing women of authority, several strutting by in dominant pomp with their male property on a leash, promenaded to ensure that they knew their place ... and everyone else knew it, at Club Venus Paradisio. Barbara grinned contentedly as she watched her friend take in the sights which were commonplace there, as she tried to consume her breakfast.
“You’re going to have the time of your life here Madeline, and I’m hoping it’ll continue in full for you when you return home...” She smirked as she saw her friends eyes look longingly at yet another passing domme, her pet male, obviously many years younger than the haughty example of sextagenarian womanhood keeping him tight on a leash, made to follow in obedient shame on all fours. Madeline’s eyes looked on wistfully, smiling on noting he was allowed ornate knee pads, indicating that this was a position of permanence for him, saving him from an injury which would inhibit his tasks of enslavement for her elsewhere. Barbara found the sight just as appetising, as she did every example, before continuing.
“ ... we must find you a pet to use as you will, over the next few days ... I do hope some aspects of ‘the Chase’ don’t make you too sadistic towards any chosen pet though.” She laughed as Madeline sighed at the thought; so any women had extolled its virtues the day before, and just the thought of being high on the saddle in regal pomp, tight jodhpurs and cunt stimulated by the motion of the saddle, was a dominant thrill in itself. The redhead was obviously thrilled with the prospect herself, showing er impatience as she hastily finished her coffee.
“I can’t wait to see you kitted out, then I’ll show you that other place ... that’ll get your wicked side aroused.” Madeline was already aroused as she stepped into Barbara’s hired convertible sports car, and they took to a very scenic coastal road, her red hair waving in the wind and complementing the vehicle’s red paintwork as she gave the excited Madeline more information about the resort.
“People don’t realise just how extensive the resort is, you’ll be thrilled.” They hadn’t gone very far when they came across a small parade of shops, within waking distance in fact, of the resort’s central entertainments, a huge wire fence with gates, just beyond the shops, stretching down to the beach and into the sea one side, and up through the forested hillside on the other. Though it had the foreboding look of a prison, or a border to somewhere sinister, she noticed a sign on the gates which had her thoughts moved to a state of curiosity ‘Next event’ with the date below it. Barbara smiled with a knowing satisfaction as she parked the car to the front of a shop, its window displaying an array of whips, crops, and saddlery ... just the sight of the items arousing Madeline, as Barbara grinned whilst looking to that gate.
“We’ll have a look over there when we’ve got your items for the chase, you’ll be enthralled.” Her friend’s arousal grew as she took in the scent of leather as they went in, her eyes treated to feminine mannequins with stern expressions, kitted out in tight riding gear, brandishing whips, and before long, Barbara and the equally shapely manageress who was most helpful, had Madeline outshining those prim looking effigies. Madeline’s lust to dominate was instantly aroused as she viewed herself in the mirror, tall riding boots and tight jodhpurs, complemented by a short and tight waisted riding jacket, emphasising her ample thighs and curvaceous buttocks, her cunt tingling as he swished her whip ... more than ready for the ‘chase’, which she already suspected would bring her domineering to the fore.
Barbara grinned as she surveyed her in the specially tailored equestrian garb, unique to that outlet; the boots with a taller heel, rather than the standard flat one, the Jodhpur material like a second skin - the two items giving the leg that extra feminine look - and the jacket extra short and tight, ensuring the rump is exposed deliciously when riding, accentuating the eroticism of feminine power on horseback.
“Just look at you! ... I can’t wait to see you in the saddle ... but let’s have a look at where it’ll take place.” Unseen by he two, the eyes of a male surveyed the women from outside the shop, his peep through the window awarding him an instant erection on seeing a woman he’d longed to be owned by from the moment he saw her, strut in equestrian gear with a whip. He longed to masturbate there and then, as she returned to the dressing room to change back to her clothes for the day. Carl Adams quickly retreated into the shop next door, leaving the electric bicycle he’d arrived on, parked against the side wall. He feigned attention to the goods on show, whilst nervously viewing the two women slip back not the car, Madeline tossing the bag with her newly acquired items into the bucket seats behind her, the two women smiling as they drove up to the gate. Carl heard a voice behind him, and turned to acknowledge it.
“Can I help you ... you look lost.” Carl couldn’t hide the bulge in his leggings, the feeling that he’d been ‘caught’ giving him a strange thrill as he faced the shop owner, a buxom middle-aged woman with brunette hair up tight in a bun, giving her a severe and matronly look. Adams spurted out a response like a frightened schoolboy, the woman very appealing indeed.
“I ... I was just looking.” The woman’s grin intensified as she inhaled sharply, making sure he took note of her ample cleavage as her eyes went to the women in the car as Barbara got out and strutted to the gate.
“Oh, I KNOW you were looking ... I do hope you get what you’re looking for...” She put her hands to her generous hips and looked at him sternly.
“ ... if not, you can always come back here ... I’m sure I could find something else for you to look at.” She smirked as he left, her enjoyment of submissive males was eternal, as it was with all women at the resort ... and as she watched him look back at her as he passed the window, she knew she’d successfully sown the seed, and he’d inevitably be back to know the firmness of her authority at some point.