Chapter 3

As she drove him away from the South Beach area and its multitude of pastel coloured cake-like buildings, and drove North toward Sunset Lake, she talked business and spoke of her excitement in getting his book ironed out format wise, illustrated –with his direct help, and published asap.

'Then we'll start thinking about your next compilation; I hope you're not homesick or anxious to get back quickly – I intend to keep you for as long as possible' she said smiling but assertively. He too wanted to get his book published, but was certainly in no hurry to leave for the UK; the sun beat down on her modern Mustang convertible as they cruised to her home, she was delectable and was making it clear that she and her friends may have more than an interest in just his talent for writing.

'No I'm not homesick, and there isn't anyone or anything to rush back to; I'm only concerned at what it's costing you to keep me'. She turned her head from the road and smiled at him seductively;

'We own the property you're staying in, and tourism is down due to the recession, so the cost there is minimal- we'll be taking a percentage of what your book earns, and it will earn, trust me. So don't worry about the cost of flights etc.; we'll make you pay, one way or another' she said in a tone that made him tingle, then she casually she placed her hand between his legs and stroked him; 'I don't want you to be shocked at what I will now tell you and what the ladies ask of you when a few drinks have loosened their tongues later- it's quite apparent to us all already that you are as submissive as the males in your stories; you must know that we shall all take full advantage of you. I will tell you now, I shall be the first to enjoy your company intimately and you shall stay at my house after the barbecue. You would like me to dominate you, wouldn't you? She said in a completely matter-of-fact tone. He had a lump in his throat to match that between his legs;

'Yes, I would love that' he said more calmly than he ever thought he could have in this position. He fought to come to terms with what was happening and what she had just said. As though she read his mind she continued in a sincere and firm tone without smiling nor with any menace in her tone;

'You will pleasure me for taking your business on and I shall reward you for becoming my property in business and person, we'd had the notion on reading your books which is why you were invited over; on seeing you we were more sure than ever; I've wanted to keep you from the moment I saw you, and all the ladies agreed on Friday night that we would share you. This will be mutual as this will help you with the stories which we will demand you create'.

She said this as they crossed the causeway to Sunset Island, she turned a curve and travelled a short distance to a huge white Hispanic house; she clicked a remote and the gates opened. She parked amongst several cars which were already there. He was weak at the knees as he left the car; she came to him smiling again. Then she pulled him close, she leaned teasingly into him with pursed lips and he moved to meet her...

'Oh, she exclaimed; you see those two large windows at the top? That's where you will become mine for the first time'. She then began to move forward- he was disappointed at the promise of a kiss and then denial. She knew exactly what she was doing. She stopped, smiled at him; '

'Oh yes, I remember' and embraced him in a soft kiss. 'Don't you get distracted by the other women tonight, I'm first and I intend to have more than my fair share of you!'

She took him through the beautifully furnished house and led him upstairs; he had trouble following at first; was she to have him entertain her before the barbecue? His emotions were confused by this; oh how he wanted to be allowed to please this woman, his eyes once again trained upon that gorgeous rear. His heart leapt as his imagination boggled; what would she have him do? She took him into a large bedroom. He trembled. She then picked up from the bed a white silky shirt with baggy sleeves, no collar, and a pair of loose leggings.

'Now take your shirt, pants, shoes and socks off' she said- he was somehow relieved at this, and extra relieved that 'pants' meant trousers in America.

'As you can see, I'm dressed for the occasion, and the other women will have a thirties movie theme with their dress also – you're going to be our leading man!' He did as he was told and stood there in his pants which hid nothing; his manhood virtually protruding from up the waistband. She moved over to him ;

'Take THOSE pants off as well; the ladies may wish to witness your arousal on occasion, and this will humiliate you nicely; your pleasure will be easier to fondle in these loose fronted leggings'. She smiled and moved up to him, his manhood rigid at 45 degrees; she let him feel her clothed body up against his nakedness, then gently cupped her hand under his balls and the lower part of his member- she licked his ear and whispered;

'Later ... later ... I shall own you completely for the first time'. She was careful not to allow his excited manhood dribble it's now visible lubrication on to her black dress. She had him dress in the shirt and leggings which were exquisitely comfortable and had him view himself in the mirror; I look like a cross between Zorro and Huckleberry Finn he thought, but the outfit seemed to lend itself to him somehow.

'I think you look the perfect 'Heathcliff' she said; 'a suitable waif at the mercy of his betters- you shall have many mistresses tonight' she said with a wicked tone.

She led him downstairs and down through a passage toward open French windows; a very elegant and very fit and curvaceous black lady stepped over and almost cheekily grabbed his hand, smiling at he and Dolores –

'This is Margot; she's my housekeeper' She squeezed his hand and pulled him closer and kissed his cheek with her luscious ample, soft black lips;

'I've read your stories too, and I've been promised I may keep you as well as the house, when an occasion comes and the ladies are on business; You and I are going to act out the part from 'Southern Belles' where 'Charlene Blanchford', gets the man into the 'Pearl Bedroom'- that's a promise!' she said as she let go of his hand and stroked his chin, grinning with pleasure. He remembered the part in the book where a man is captured, trussed and made to entertain a superior black goddess. His manhood went rigid yet again at the thought as he took in the scent of this dusky dominant woman. He would look forward to that.

Dolores smiled triumphantly as she led him out onto the middle of the lawn, barefoot. Most of the ladies had arrived by now; those that had arrived earlier had fired up the barbecue which was tended by several of them; the smoke scented with various aromatic chippings lifted softly up through the palms and out over the pool toward the lake. There were women there he'd not seen before; he was quickly introduced to 'Arabella, Tina, Celeste, Agnes, Miriam'- each one a beauty in their own special way, each had their own part to play in the publication of his book, each of them seemed eager to get to know him under their terms. Then on to familiar faces; as he stood slowly surrounded by his new work colleagues they gave a round of applause at his arrival. Carole Danziger stood in front of him- she was suitably attired as the ranch owning middle aged dominatrix she was in her spare time; her lower body was intimately clad in skin tight jodhpurs which held firm her generous thighs and bottom; her vulva outlined nicely announcing her superior sex. A tight red silk blouse heralded the fact that she had no bra; her nipples pointing prominently at the promise of what she now had before her, though in her mid-fifties her breasts still remained reasonably firm; any sagginess only served to enhance her blossoming maturity. This was a dominant women who no man could dare refuse; as a naturally submissive male, he would be all too willing to please her fully at her slightest whim.

'I take it you've told him that he is now owned by us, Dolores?' –

'Oh yes Carole, and he's not made one single noise, gesture or any indication that he wants it any other way; isn't that so? She said as she lifted his balls gently under the soft material of his leggings.

'Yes Dolores' he said nervously yet with some pleasure-

'Yes what? TELL us you want to be owned FOREVER by the women of Ariadne!'-

'Yes, Dolores, I want to be owned forever by the woman of Ariadne'; Those in earshot who had gathered round to hear this group humiliation, submissive confession and exercise in dominance applauded the oath, enhancing his humiliation and inert pleasure.

'Kneel before me' said Carole. As he did she moved forward. At first all he could smell was the rich leather of her huntress boots, then she put her hand behind his head and gently pulled his nose right up to the crease in the midst of her vulva. Camera's flashed and clicked for posterity and titillation after the event. Her womanly scent, even through the material of her jodhpurs was intoxicating.

'Tonight you have given yourself up for womanhood and we all shall have our pleasure of you; I personally will have you at my ranch next Thursday and you shall assume the position you are in at the moment once more- would you like that?'- he did not hesitate;

'Yes Carole, I would like that very much'. The ladies giggled at his blatant submissiveness. Carole then pulled his head right into her crutch and he sniffed with all his might to take in as much of her superior essence as he could. She released him-

'Thursday then' She smiled and strutted off for a drink.

Judy and holly then took their turns at teasing, and showing their pleasure at learning that he was now aware that this was a mutual business deal, but very much a one-way relationship when on personal terms.

'We're coming with you to the ranch; I'm going to create some lovely illustrations from the pictures we take of you there!' giggled Judy Fontaine who was now every inch the plump Betty Page, though it was obvious she was trying to be 'Betty Boop' on this occasion; tight black skimpy skirt which did not hide her even skimpier panties; her heavenly haven just as apparent as Carole's; she turned teasingly and bent over, pulling his head into her rear, allowing him a quick sniff at her ample bottom;

'Oh I can't wait for Thursday, we'll have such fun on the plane, ' she said, turning back again. Holly looked at him sternly; the older woman had let her hair down and put away her glasses, she too had riding trousers on, but leather ones with baggy thighs, leather waistcoat and a baggy sleeved blouse not unlike his shirt. She carried a vicious looking riding crop which she toyed with as she eyed him.

'Yes' said Holly, a quick drive to Opa-Locka to our executive jet, then a quick flight to Dothan Field Alabama; just enough time on board for some 'mile-high' pleasures, then on to Carole's ranch near Ozark. 'I shall have time with you there, and I intend to tease some ideas out of you in my best School-mistress fashion. You WILL enjoy it!'

He was allowed to kneel at the feet of a group of the women, headed by Dolores as they ate and drank and talked about how the new book was to develop and how they would all play their part in encouraging his deepest darkest desires to allow his imagination to blossom and boost his creativity. He felt ecstatic as they teased him; he had a million ideas already. Suddenly there was a cheer from the women nearer the French Windows; he could not see why, being on his knees.

'Oh, said Dolores smiling more wickedly than ever- look, it's a lady from the Anne Desclos Suite we visited earlier- she'll be the raffle winner! As though he were partly in a dream, partly in a nightmare, the Haughty, assertive mature beauty in the pink strappy outfit, who had shown him his place before women so commandingly and naturally earlier on, walked slowly and deliberately toward him, winning ticket in hand. She strolled right up and placed her hand under his chin.