Chapter 4

Melanie Intended to be careful to keep her relationship with Mart indiscreet in respect of her other tenants knowledge of her enjoyment; Mart was ordered to leave by the rear door and go and change into some suitable clothing for his first excursion with his new mistress. As he left and re-entered by the rear door, climbing the stairs to his flat, the trouser-suited woman left her plush apartment and smiled knowingly at him as he moved to pass her; with her door still open he could not fail to see a picture which hung in the lounge beyond. The depiction was of a slender woman in neo-classical style, a whip hanging, even at this distance and in the half-light of the lounge, the haughty superiority of the face in the picture was explicit. The woman's high cheek bones seemed to rise even further as she smiled on noting Mart's eyes glance at the picture; she pretended not to notice as she closed the door behind her.

"I hope your gardening went well; it's good to know there's someone available close at hand to perform such tasks willingly." Mart was a little amazed at the fact that she'd even noticed, his time tidying the garden itself had been quite brief; his balls tingled as it dawned on him that she may have guessed he'd been with Melanie all night.

"Oh yes, it was nothing ... I was glad to have the opportunity to do something." She smirked and looked him up and down as though imagining him in some other guise.

"My name's Chloe by the way; Melanie said there was a handyman in the offing, l'll see if I can't find a task or two for you." Mart's heart pounded as he watched her firm arse walk away.

"Oh ... I'm Mart by the way." Chloe continued without turning and smiled to herself.

"I know." As Mart turned to continue himself, she made a parting comment which made his cock swell.

"If things ever get too intense with Melanie, you just knock on my door." Mart stopped dead in his tracks as Chloe's giggle disappeared down the stairs with her.

Mart walked to the end of Ackerman Street as instructed by Melanie, she grinned through the windscreen as she pulled up in her car, and Mart took a deep breath as he pulled the door open and got in. She immediately put her hand on his crotch and felt his cock erect as he looked at her with mouth agape, she pursed her bright red lips and squirmed in her seat, making the tight black leather pencil skirt she wore squeak; his cock firmed as she waggled a thigh length shiny patent leather boot at him before driving off. She looked at the loose clothing he wore, as instructed.

"Good boy! We want you to be able to slip in and out of your things quickly; l am going to have so much fun choosing things for you at one of my favourite little shops; I've dreamed of taking my very own male with me, each time I've been, the girls there will be so happy to see you." Mart's balls tingled with a strange anticipation, here he was with a woman who had appeared so straight-laced on first impressions, who had now dominated him, and looked sexier than ever; driving through the seedier part of town where the tattoo parlours and sex shops prevailed. She parked the car and grinned as she led him around a corner to a shop which had blue velvet curtains across the inside of both plate glass windows, no indication of what lay within was on display; 'Madam Rousseau's Boutique' was the legend above the premises, a name which somehow meant nothing, and yet everything. Melanie ushered him through the door and the transformation astounded him; the interior was like the drawing room of some palatial mansion, two crystal chandeliers hung from a high ceiling, lavish wallpaper adorned the walls, and velvety chairs sat on an expensive carpet. A buxom woman dressed smartly in black, smiled warmly at Melanie from behind severe looking glasses; she stood behind an oak panelled counter next to a further set of doors.

"Madam Hart, how wonderful to see you again!" She strutted over, revealing boots similar to Melanie's, smiled wistfully, and then looked Mart up and down with a look of studied contempt which was no doubt routine when inspecting male customers accompanied by women.

"Is he yours?" Melanie smiled proudly, Mart twisting awkwardly on the spot as he stood, aware of the bulge which betrayed the erecting of his cock in the loose leggings; he felt more owned than ever before, and Melanie did nothing to quell his excitement.

"Oh yes Tara, he's mine in more ways than one; I'm so excited at seeing him try on some things which will make it apparent to all who see us in those special places." Tara touched the bulge in Mart's leggings, making his cock pulse and poke more prominently, both women smiling with satisfaction at his obvious sexual excitement.

"I do so enjoy seeing submissive males brought here for the first time, I never tire of the novelty; follow me, we'll soon have him wearing something which will make him realise he is now the property of a firm woman." Mart's cock rose to a full erection as Tara first went to the entrance door, changing the sign to 'closed' and bolting the door; he was to receive the full and individual attention of the buxom shop mistress, and his anus tingled to match his balls. His eyes followed the delightfully rounded arses of the two mature women as they opened the second set of doors.

The inner room was equally plush, and Mart gasped at the array of whips, canes, and costumes which filled the room. A younger woman with closely cropped blonde hair sat cross-legged on a chair beside a counter on a raised platform; she wore a black collar studded with diamonds and a chiffon top, through which her pert breasts displayed nipples which stiffened as she saw Mart. She stood and licked her lips, welcoming her mistress and Melanie; she smiled wickedly and pointed to a floor cushion in the far corner. Tara smiled with equally wicked pleasure and turned to Mart.

"Clothes off and kneel on the cushion in the corner. My assistant Lydia will keep you in check while your mistress and I choose some suitable items." Lydia crossed her arms in dominant fashion as she watched Mart undress and expose his rude excitement to the three women, before meekly kneeling as ordered. Tara smiled at her assistant.

"Lydia, ensure he is kept in the mood while the choices are made." Mart's cock bobbed as he watched Lydia lift her short skirt and slide her panties down her long legs, stepping one foot out, then lifting them with the other spiky stiletto; her cunt tingled with pleasure as she put one hand behind his head, and held the gusset over his nose and mouth, careful not to obstruct his eyes as she wanted him to see everything. Mart's cock dribbled as he sniffed at the delicious scent of cunt and arsehole, he was already desperate to come. Lydia sneered and rubbed the gusset softly up and down, ensuring his nose was treated to the spice of both holes as she spoke.

"You'll see what your mistress will own you with now; they may look and sound very very harsh at first, but you will learn to love them, you'll cry like a baby to begin with, and then you'll beg to be caned and whipped; I know that many men have been broken with our little toys, it is so pleasing." Lydia rubbed the toe of her stiletto on Mart's bell-end, making him buck with pleasure and snort through the spicy gusset; she was very pleased with the shiny trail of pre-cum it left on her shoe, she then held his head firm as Tara picked an evil looking whip from the display.

"This is our 'Dominator', it makes a delicious sound to enhance the pleasure of both mistress and submissive, and can be used freely even when mistress is angry; it is cleverly made and will not cut your slave, but will inflict the most exquisite pain. I've had the pleasure of seeing many a male's spirit broken completely with this one." Lydia held the panties tight against Mart's face as the buxom Tara demonstrated the action of the whip to Melanie, smiling and emphasising the curves of her body with one hand on her hip, she looped the whip through the air and brought it back with a vicious yet appealing crack. Mart's cock boned and Lydia giggled as the whip was handed to Melanie, who also expressed her dominant feminine shape as she practiced with the whip for the first time, smiling with pleasure at its pleasing application. The two picked various items of punishment and clothing to add to those items Melanie already had secreted at home, but most significant were the items that would bring Mart into line, and show that he was well and truly owned. Happy with her selection, the two now strutted back to Mart. Tara sneered down at his erect cock.