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Art Deco Part One

Copyright© 2011 by Midsummerman

Chapter 5

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - The first part of the tale already submitted (apologies) which describes how an author is taken in by an all female publishing co. in Miami. They manage him as well as his books. He enjoys domination by each in different ways

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Reluctant   Coercion   Heterosexual   Fiction   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Black Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism  

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 himself just what 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- gagged with them.

'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.

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