Blue Oasis Club; the Beginning

by Midsummerman

Copyright© 2011 by Midsummerman

BDSM Sex Story: Casablanca in the thirties was a cosmopolitan sprawl of adventurers and chancers from all corners of the planet; its Wild West feel drew many into its seedy society. The political climate to the north, mirrored by the eternal African turmoil to the south, only served to colour its atmosphere; generating business for the myriad of nightclub owners.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Consensual   Romantic   Reluctant   Coercion   Slavery   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cuckold   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Spanking   Light Bond   Humiliation   Torture   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Female   Black Male   White Male   White Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   .

A welcome cool breeze blew through town, now the heat of the sun was spent; the palms waved gently as if to air their scorched fronds. The evening brought out a different hubbub of people from those who plied their business during daylight hours. Attractive young women glanced back and forth from dark corners; slender legs and tight dresses advertising companionships, and more, for the right price. All along the more popular streets, the colourful illuminated signs blinked and flickered on; the evening of all evenings promised by each one of them.

The Blue Oasis was already heaving, as was the Diamond of Africa opposite; both clubs were owned by women, who had become ruthlessly independent in the running of their businesses. Many men had tried to move in on them, by muscle or guile, many men had failed and some had disappeared.

Already hard at work in the Blue oasis was Karl; he had been one of those men, and now found himself owned by the phenomenal woman who owned the club; Dale Fontaine. Just eighteen months earlier, Karl had tried to move in and take over. He found himself being mesmerised by Dale, a beautiful black woman, and was soon tricked into submission by her and the other women she associated with. He awoke one day to find himself her captive, and was taught to respect women as she and her feminine compatriots grilled him about his origins and intentions.

Karl was to realise another side to his erotic psyche whilst this went on, and came to worship Dale. The fiercely dominant woman recognised this, and attracted by his good looks, decided he would be of use working for her. She decided to keep him as a toy, rather than dispose of him as she had so many other males.

Carl poured yet another cocktail as he looked through the smoky haze toward the small stage at the end of the club. The club was bustling as many people had come to see Sabine sing. The delectable redheaded woman warbled out yet another song; a full length dress split provocatively up one side, showing a very desirable thigh, clad with stocking and suspender.

Sabine would bring many men in, and Dale would no doubt pick one to ask up to her room tonight. She had not done so in a while and Karl was shameful about a semi-permanent erection. Dale had not humiliated him in a while, and she was overdue in doing so. He both hated it, and loved it.

A section of regulars looked toward the stairs and applauded as Dale Fontaine glided elegantly down the stairs from her rooms above. The lights reflected off her silky brown flesh, extensive amounts of which were on show, as she wiggled in a skin tight dress. Her ample breasts were in danger of spilling out of the skimpy top half of the tiny dress. Eyes bulged in mimicry of the soft chocolate brown, silky breasts which heaved as she strutted purposely and formidably past her many admirers. She could feel them jostling for position behind her as they watched her glorious, and also ample rear, move sweetly and invitingly in the tight dress. Men were so childish, she thought, but fun to play with.

Dale said her hellos and blew kisses, then walked behind the bar to Karl. She could not deny she had a soft spot for him, but this simply encouraged her dominance as she knew he was submissive. Karl's cock was now fully erect; he so needed to be close to her again, whatever the circumstances. Dressed like this, she must be in an erotically charged mood, surely? Dale stood before him and pursed her succulent lips. Karl's cock pulsed as he viewed her moistness there; she seemed hungry for something.

"Well?" Dale stared at him with contempt; a look which brought out her feminine dominance superbly. He gulped as he felt his cock squirm in his underwear. If she did not use him tonight, he would be forced to go and relieve himself whilst memorising the look she now gave him.

"You look magnificent Madame Fontaine" he said, truthfully but subserviently, just how she liked him to respond. She smiled and pointed to a bottle on the ground shelf behind the bar.

"I think I'll have one of those; immediately!" As he dropped down below the bar to reach the bottle, she lifted one of her feet. He immediately assumed a kneeling position, cradled her foot with both hands and kissed the toes which shone out at him from her golden high heeled sandals. The toenails were painted in matching gold, setting off her elegant brown feet perfectly. He looked up at her submissively and with a want in his eyes that she understood perfectly; she was the woman who had put it there for him.

She gave him another look of contempt, followed by a sneer of expressive dominance over the enslaved male below her. She pointed to the underneath of the bar itself.

"I think you'll need that tonight; I need servicing by a real male, and you need to be humiliated."

He sighed with relief as he looked under the bar at the collar and leash which was kept there. It remained in this place except when he wore it for her, serving as a reminder to the permanence of his ownership by her. Dale took great delight in showing it to her female friends, and often taunted him with it. Though he felt shame as the women sneered and laughed at him on such occasions, he was grateful for the erotic charge it gave him. He would then sneak away and masturbate at the thought of their laughing at him. He was hopelessly enslaved by his own submission to all women.

Karl now served drinks and viewed the throng with much greater interest; one of these lucky males would realise their dreams tonight, even though they might find the circumstances a little strange, if they were not aware of Dale's dominant nature and of her strange relationship with her Bar Manager. The chosen male was quite often aware of it though; he had on occasion been held on his leash by a prostitute, brought along with Dale's permission by the chosen male, both watching Karl perform afterwards before leaving to continue a highly erotic evening together.

Dale was always happy to accommodate any idea which would increase her pleasure and her slave's humiliation.

His thoughts were scrambled somewhat, when, despite the attraction of the divine Sabine, there began an exodus by a largish section of their custom. Karl watched as members of the crowd spoke at each-other excitedly; Karl leaned over the bar into them.

"What's going on?" he said, as the two pretty barmaids who had just arrived to assist were nearly pushed back through the entrance. A man putting his trilby on answered.

"Don't panic monsieur, we'll be back four our Sabine; just a quick drink across at the Diamond; Hope's got her drinks at half-price for an hour!" Dale was not pleased but maintained her composure as she strode to the entrance; the crowd parted like the sea before Moses, as the supremely assertive woman's presence ensured no-one was stupid enough to get in her way.

She walked out into the warm evening air as a good deal of her patrons scampered past, sheepishly. Across the road in the light of the arched entrance of the Diamond of Arica, smoking through a six inch long cigarette holder, stood Hope Danziger.

Hope was a match for Dale in every respect. She was also a superbly dominant and independent woman of about 45 years. Her milky white skin being the only antithesis of Dale, this equally shapely auburn haired vixen having disposed of as many hostile male, would-be usurpers; some of whom were rumoured to now occupy shallow graves out in the desert.

The desert was somewhere Hope often went riding on her white stallion, causing a stir amongst the local nomads, many of whom would have paid good money for the flame haired beauty with alabaster skin, if only they could find the man that owned her; they never would.

She also had a soft spot for Karl; who was presently viewing the situation through the crack in the open door behind Dale. Karl could not deny he found Hope extremely attractive. He often dreamed of being dominated by her also, and would watch the street outside, careful not to be seen watching by Dale, getting a nice erection on viewing the deliciously dominant women as she alighted from her steed; her shapely thighs and arse in tight white jodhpurs and thigh length boots, riding crop or whip in hand. She often taunted him if she saw him, much to his delight, standing dominantly with legs apart and whipping the crop into her leather gloved hands; his cock would rise instantly on those sweet occasions.

As the exodus slowed but continued, Hope smiled and waved her cigarette holder at Dale.

"Business is brisk tonight, isn't it? The way things are going Dale, I shall have to borrow some of your bar staff. You tell that Karl, I'll take him on any day; I know he'd love to work under me, and I have a nice comfortable bedroom he can stay in too." Karl's cock bulged at the thought, and he backed away slightly as he watched Dale tense and bristle briefly. She quickly relaxed and smiled back before turning and making an announcement.

"Double measures for the price of one at the Oasis for the next hour!" Hope smiled back at her, as confused drinkers went headlong into each-other in the drinking spree free-for-all. Though rivals, they had a sneaking admiration for each-other, but neither would admit it openly. Jazz music blared from the Diamond, whilst Sabine's sexy voice pierced the air in the Oasis; it was a typical Casablanca evening, though Karl knew it would be a little extra special later.

As the evening wore on and the density of the cigarette smoke thickened, Karl continued to survey the scene avidly. He could not take his eyes from Dale for a moment, as she strutted her stuff, illustrating her exquisite body from one group to another; males of all descriptions ogling her with their tongues virtually hanging out. As Midnight passed, Sabine took to the stage once more and sang sultry love songs as the lights were dimmed. She smiled knowingly at Karl, and winked as Dale started to dance with certain individuals who had taken her eye.

Though Sabine was only 25 or so, she too loved to tease Karl; it came naturally to her. She had been recruited by Dale from the Venus in Furs club, in the red-light district; she sang there to the audience of strongly assertive females and the meek males who came to be taken by them. Dale was delighted to learn that Sabine had originally been a customer there, and her singing career had started by chance; she had a penchant for using the cane, and Karl had been introduced to her, and the cane, on her arrival at the Oasis.

Sabine often took delight in assisting with Dale's erotic rituals, and as she dolefully warbled out another tune and smiled at him full in the eyes, Karl had an idea she'd play a part tonight.

By one o'clock the crowd had dwindled and Dale had made her choice. She had chosen a huge black male in a grey business suit, down from Marseille. She whispered in his ear and he looked over to Karl and nodded his head, laughing. Sabine stepped down from behind the star shaped microphone and cuddled the man, daintily lifting one leg and curling it about his body provocatively. She then smirked and strutted toward Karl as the man took Dale upstairs. Sabine approached the bar.

"Leash; now!" the two pretty barmaids giggled as red-faced, he handed Sabine the collar and leash; the two carried on polishing glasses as he meekly followed the beautiful arse with leash swinging beside it to the stairs.

"You think of us when you're having fun, won't you." Giggled the girls; even they taunted him with abandon. Shamed, he may have been, but his cock was rigid with anticipation as he followed the beautiful yet spiteful Sabine up the stairs.

Outside the main bedroom, Sabine had him strip naked and kneel, and took great delight in collaring him. She sneered as she tugged spitefully at the leash, ensuring he knew just who was in control of the situation. She then stripped herself and stood in front of him; her sweet ginger bush before his nose, the scent of her arousal was intoxicating, his cock stiffened with excitement. She put the leash between her legs and pulled from behind, bringing his face into the heavenly warmth of her sex.

"There, you give me a good licking whilst you can; once we're in there, you'll have to watch another man fuck your mistress as usual, so you'd best make the most of my pussy now. I want you to lick it nicely so it's lubricated and ready for a nice big cock; not yours of course, you're not worthy. After he's pleased Dale he's going to fuck me too, so you do your duty and make sure I'm ready for a real man." As he duly lapped at her sweet scented pussy, she giggled with physical pleasure, and with the contentment at humiliating him in a new way. Though she wanted to orgasm as she tingled with pleasure at her sheer dominance over him, she was keen to watch the performance, by both stud and slave, so she pulled him away and led him into the bedroom.

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