Chapter 6: The Dominatrix

"If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough."

- Mario Andretti

It was early evening under the cover of darkness when we got into Rachael's car. We were all silent as I glanced out the car window at the small university town that had been my home for the last 5 years. As we made our way to the interstate, I pondered that this was the end of my connection to my past life as Jack Hunter. Ahead of me was the big city and my new life as the Quinistar.

As we sped along, I reclined in the passenger seat and began to relax. Asia who was sitting in the back seat behind Rachael lovingly cuddled her tiny body against my arm. We all remained silent as the radio blared in the background.

On the radio the news, at the top of the hour, droned out the headlines. There was a story about a manhunt to find a missing child in the mid west. There was a news story about growing tensions between the west and China over civil right abuses of its women and children. The news caster, then, talked about the next presidential election. A poll recently done showed that Senator Katharine Ferris-Smith had closed the gap against the sitting president, and was being hailed as the first viable woman candidate for president. As the news ended and the music returned, I thought how ordinary the world seemed.

A little over a week ago, I was Jack Hunter, a grad student, leading a simple life totally unaware of both the perils and pleasures of my new existence. It was amazing how the world outside seemed to remain unchanged, while I have changed so much.

New York, New York. I was awoken to the bright lights of the city cascading through the car windshield, and I looked out on the sky line of New York City. It was my first time I visited this city that would soon be my new home. After a few minutes we reached our destination for the night, a high rise hotel located next to Central Park. The girls chose this hotel because it had an underground parking garage, and they figured, at this hour of the night, I could get inside without much notice. After the girls finalize the room transaction, I was scurried inside with little detection.

The girls and I showered together, and we moved inside to the room's main suite. The hotel room provided a splendid view of the city and Central Park. And after sometime, I found myself standing naked viewing the black void of the park surrounded by the glow of city lights and the bristle of this dynamic city. As I took in the majestic view from the 21^st floor room window, Rachael and Ariel reverently knelt along side me and began licking along the length of my cock.

It was strange how this had become commonplace. Two weeks ago, I would never in a million years dream that I would never know another day, where I could stand naked and not see beautiful women on their knees licking my cock. Rachael and Asia were now cooing and purring in joy licking my flaccid muscle. They radiated love and adoration, and I smiled inwardly knowing how special these two really were to me. As their master, I knew what they needed and desired; I knew what the most important thing to beautiful women was, and I was going to give it to these special women. With a mere thought my cock began to harden. The girls gasped, screamed, and moaned, and their pussies started to continuously orgasm. As the girls went wild orally worshipping my power muscle, I again directed my attention to the view outside.

I stood looking out of the 21st story window surveying my new home. Like a god looking down from Olympus, the continuum would direct my attention to passing Kari females below. Within minutes, I had seen hundreds of perfect females of every race and origin. Beautiful faces attached to prime bodies all unknowingly waiting to be dominated by my power.

The next evening we went to see Lady Divine. Her home was a fabulous brownstone in an exclusive area of the city. The building had been used as a consulate for an Africa county prior to Divine's acquiring it, and unlike most brownstone, Divine owned and lived in the whole building. The continuum revealed the floor plan of the building and it was like a palace. The four floors above ground was her living area and bedrooms for her female companions and staff. However, the building being a former consulate had three underground floors.

It had been used to store records and electronic equipment in the past. However, the sub terrain was now used as her work place. The bottom level consisted on a recreation room complete with a pool sized Jacuzzi. Above that was a fully functional s/m dungeon. And finally on the level just below the ground was a tasteful lounge complete with a fully stocked bar.

I was directed to the lounge to wait while the girls went inside to meet Divine. The lounge was pleasant and populated with Divine's staff consisting of four people, two women and two men. The women acted as hostesses. They where provocatively dressed in French maid outfits. The outfits revealed ample cleavage, and their skirts were cut so high that I could tell they were not wearing panties. The women were stunning and clearly dressed to impress upon Divine's customers an overwhelming eroticism.

In sharp contrast to the attentive hostesses, were two large black men. Both men were bald and heavily muscled. They were wearing pants and an open leather vest with nothing underneath like some low budget TV drama's portrayal of inner city gag members. One man functioned as a doorman and the other as a bartender. Unlike the inviting demeanor of the women, the men openly stared at me with hostility and contempt. And while the maids were taking my order for a drink, I noticed the men eyes remained glued to me. Their blanket expressions reminded me of the stares that professional boxers exchange during the reading of the rules.

Seeking knowledge about this place, I contacted the continuum and was surprised to learn that both the maids and black men were a part of a carefully laid plan to disorientate the client. I immediately was impressed with Divine's insight and cunning. The staff was in effect actors, and the lounge was a symbolic stage. The whole experience of the lounge was the beginning of a complex psychological game directed upon the unwitting client.

The maids with their open sexuality were designed to distract, and leave the client exposed to the intimidating stares of the tough looking men. The intended result was to leave the man both highly aroused and submissively threatened. Even the chair I was sitting was a prop in this Freudian warfare. It seemed to absorb my body weight leaving me prone and further accented the height differential between the bartender and myself. I was impressed when I learned from the continuum that Lady Divine was an accomplished and self taught student in the arts of psychology.

The carefully crafted psychological script resulted in me waiting for Divine for over an hour, all the while I was forced to wait without an explanation and subjected to the combined stimulus of the maids' sexuality and the men's aggression. After an unknown but predetermined period, I was asked to sign waivers and consents for the Mistress' rules. Once the legal formalities were taken cared of, I was lead down a spiral staircase to the dungeon.

Unlike the pleasant lounge, the dungeon was both a gothic fantasy, and a medieval nightmare. An amazingly attractive woman with exposed cleavage requested that I remove my shirt and then asked permission to bind me to the wall with handcuffs. With my consent, the large breasted blonde attempted to handcuff me, but soon found trouble because the size of my body prevented me from being spread as wide as she was accustomed too preparing Divine's clients. While the bounding was done in an openly sensual manner, the doorman, whom the continuum told me was named Bo, continued to stare at me with an unspoken rage.

The continuum pointed out that my massive muscled upper body was having the intended results on the maids. However, the years of mind manipulation had prevented them from associating their sudden overwhelming submissiveness and sexual arousal with my powerful form. Instead, they attributed their increasing horniness to the soon too arrive mistress. Again I was forced to wait in this prone position. After nearly two hours of waiting, I heard, with my enhanced hearing, the girls and Divine approaching.

"Asia. I can believe how little you learned during your time here. A man must be put in his place from the beginning or he will lose respect and become arrogant." Divine said then paused for a moment to think before continuing.

"What has been done is done. Fortunately, you had the good sense to bring him to me. Now let us see what we have here." I heard, as Divine entered the room followed by my girls and two more women in maid's outfits.

There was sudden silence as they entered. Lady Divine was as stunning as the continuum had shown me. Her perfect face completely concealed the hatred within. Her smooth cocoa butter skin was accented by large puffy ruby red lips with deep brown eyes. Her perfect slim figure only enhanced by her magnificent 40D tits. She was dressed in thigh high leather boots and a one-piece form fitting dress, with her top cut low to reveal her ample cleavage. On top of that she wore a full-length matrix like leather jacket. It was Divine who broke the silence by saying, "I had no idea that he was so large."

"7 feet 2 inches." Rachael defiantly added shocked at seeing me in a position of bondage. Asia quickly shoved her to remind her to keep in role.

"Positions before your mistress, Slaves!" Divine commanded and clapped her hands in giving the order. Asia and the four other blondes quickly scurried to kneel along side Divine with their hands clasped behind their heads. Even Bo who remained in the corner dropped to one knee. Only Rachael remained standing with a look of shocked disbelief.

Divine turned to Rachael with a look of outrage and said, "I thought you understood that while a guest in my house, you will respect me and assume your proper position before me with all others." I could see Rachael ready to object, when Asia voice rose up, with such authority, that only a woman who received my essence could speak, and ordered Rachael to her knees. Fortunately, Rachael complied maintaining our rouse a little longer.

Once respect was paid to Divine, she moved her body to me and gentle place her riding crop just above my waist. With rehearsed precision, the crop traveled upwards towards my chin. She visibly became slightly unnerved when she was forced to raise her arm to reach up to my chin. Absorbing that I was a full foot and half taller than her made her step back to regain her composer.

"Mistress Asia and Mistress Rachael have told me that you are quite undisciplined. You suffer from a disease that inflicts many men who come to see me. You suffer from arrogance. It is a disease that I am very good at curing." She said, and I could clearly tell she was amply enjoying her well rehearsed speech.

"I bet you fancy yourself a real man. You see yourself as confident and assertive, a man who shapes his own destiny by the sheer presence of his will. Your Mistresses tell me that you are quite successful and have acquired wealth off the labor of others. You believe that you can control other because you possess strength and power. Tell me Tito are you a real man?" She said seductively.

"Yes" I replied.

"NO!" She barked like a command, "You are a little worm. I have had hundreds of men who have come before me. Chairmen of Boards, Director of Corporations, Industrialist, and Politicians all surrounded with the tapestry of wealth and power. It is all an illusion, because you are all weak, impotent and powerless. The only thing worms like yourself possess is arrogance." She continued.

"This is power. Real Power. Anita service me." She commanded. Immediately a blonde crawled forward on her hands and knees and thanked Divine. With in a moment, Divine's skirt was hiked up to reveal a cleanly shaven snatch. "This is power. A power you will never possess." She announced as Anita licked between her legs.

She continued without being slightly phased by the oral sex being expertly administered to her. "Do you know why you will never possess power like this?" She said pointing to Anita between her legs. "Because you are a pathetic little white boy with a little worm who will never be a man. Bo come here and show our little white boy what a real man is."

"Yes, Lady Divine" Bo said as he raised him self and approached us. Standing directly in front of me, he lowered his slacks to reveal a mean 15 inch cock. "That boy is a real man." She pronounced.

The continuum told me that Divine proclamation was nothing more than further psychological warfare. She had no interest or respect for the size of Bo's reproductive organ. Her interest was merely to humiliate me and break my will. Bo had the biggest cock she had ever heard of in real life, and she knew that the weakest point of an aroused man was via his sexual insecurities. Divine's humiliation and Bo's monster dick had yet to fail to plant the seeds of inadequacy in her victim, seed that would ultimately result in the destruction of their self identities. Unfortunately for her, she has making a serious error in her psychological strategy, because she was definitely fucking with the wrong man.

"Anna - Janet compare this little white boy to Bo's manhood." The girls quickly unbuttoned my pants and began to lower them. To Asia credit and amazing clothes designing skill, the pants she made had marvelously concealed my flaccid third leg. Lady Divine and her staff had no inkling of what was about to happen and the great wonder they would see.