Chapter 3

The women smiled smugly as they sorted the prints from the computer between them; Caspian was desperate to come now, as he watched their elegantly manicured hands pass the literature to each-other, their long mature legs crossing and shapely feet wagging the black stilettos each had donned to add to his exquisite torture. He now longed to read something to them, to take his mind from his raging need for relief. What had he let himself in for? His cock dribbled as his eyes drifted casually to the whip in error. He closed them for a moment and swallowed hard. Athena brought him round with her matter-of-fact tone.

"You shall make us ladies a coffee before we start; you'll not need one though. Instant will be fine; the kitchen is through there, you'll see what's necessary." He found it a little difficult to stand at first, as the women all paused from their selecting of tales to stare as he ventured to do as he was told. Their staring satisfied smiles as they watched him walk to the kitchen in the effeminate chiffon shawl, spoke volumes of the pleasure they were having of him thus far. He gave no thought to the stern woman's command, he just obeyed automatically; this had not gone unnoticed.

In the kitchen, a tray with six cups was apparent, along with the coffee jar, spoons and kettle. An elegant cream boat and small pot of sugar were also upon the tray; all set out for him. He remembered what Athena had said and removed the sixth cup; the kettle boiled and as he returned to the lounge, his cock immediately lifted in the chiffon below the tray, as the sweet scent of soft womanly perfume and their arousal was made all the more apparent after the sterile air in the kitchen. It stiffened all the more when he saw Velvet had removed the whip from the wall and stood posing dominantly with it. She smiled wickedly on seeing that this encouraged his excitement, and gave the vicious weapon a swift jerk, sending a looping ripple along its length to snake down to the evil looking knot at its tip. Athena pointed to a small table in the corner without speaking. And I took the tray there. Velvet strode over, trailing the whip, making his balls and anus tingle with a sublime mixture of fear and erotic excitement. She laid the whip out, around the futon.

"There! That will help with the atmosphere as you read for us." Caspian would not disagree.

"Well?" The assertive Athena barked impatiently as he stood like a maid in the chiffon.

"Ask us all in turn how we take our coffee, and then you can start to entertain us." She pointed to Rouge and he began with her. Each of the women took a deeply sublime pleasure in having the chiffon clad naked male perform this simple service at their behest. They were all asserting their natural dominance over him as he spooned and stirred to order, whilst kneeling before each with the tray. He was learning absolute humility without realising it.

Athena smiled with an even deeper satisfaction than the others, as he had taken the order from her and obeyed to the letter. As he procured the fifth and final cup as per her required pleasure, her nipples bulged sweetly in the lacy fabric.

"I am so glad you removed the sixth cup as told; other males have simply ignored our wishes and helped themselves, showing their inert masculine impudence and disrespect. We can see that you show truly submissive promise, and will know your place amongst your superiors, should we choose to display you in other circles we are involved with. You may have a coffee too; when we are satisfied you have earned one." The women grinned and sighed with their approval; Athena pointed to the futon as Caspian knelt with cock stiffer than ever, and he returned with the tray there.