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He awoke next morning to find Dolores smiling sweetly at him and stroking his face; she nuzzled up to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. His member instantly rose to the occasion once more, she caressed it as it pressed up against her thigh;

'Oh, I'm SO pleased with you' she said. The venom of the night before had gone. She released his member;

'Cuddles only, today- I've had my turn- I shall have you again soon, but you have an appointment with your illustrator, and I mustn't spoil it for her!' After the release he'd had the night before, he was happy just to feel affection from the woman who had so dominated him the night before and had made him spend like he'd not had an orgasm for three years. He took in her sweet feminine scent and enjoyed the soft warmth of her body. After another hour or so of dozing, she led him from the bed and into the shower room. Though there was no hint of threat or harsh command from her, she asserted her natural dominance by having him shower her; he thoroughly enjoyed smoothing the scented milks and gels onto to her body as she passed them to him. They both especially enjoyed it when he automatically knelt down and caressed the soothing mixtures into the lower parts of her body and down her sensuous legs; she looked down at him as he enjoyed being at her service;

'You're really beginning to genuinely know your place aren't you ' she said sweetly.

'Yes mistress' he said and gently kissed her abdomen just above the sweet symbol of her womanhood that had been the ultimate object of his worship last night. Then he looked up at her;

'I don't want to leave you' he said. She smiled;

'Don't worry, I intend to have you back on your knees in my bedroom within a few short days—I'd like to keep you all to myself, but I alone cannot prepare you for complete submission- besides, you've seen how lovely the others are; I want you enjoy their different tastes in domination, and as per your experience last night- this will allow me to be severe with you when you return; I'm already feeling too much affection for you. Don't forget; they are also your business partners as well as your betters; we all need to be encouraged and inspired in our work and you are the catalyst. You must be brave and think of me waiting to chastise you when you pleasure them'.

After he had softly rubbed and padded her dry, helped her apply her powders and perfume, they dressed and went hand in hand down the marble staircase which had tortured his knees the night before and went into the breakfast room. No sooner had they sat when Margot appeared with a tray of coffee and toast. As soon as he saw her, his mind went back to the gorgeous spectacle she had provided him with, the scent that had overpowered him, and the ease with which she had completely dominated him. She looked just as sexy in her plain white uniform. He was not sure what to say to her; he looked at her supple yet feminine arms and thought of the cane he had been promised. She looked him right in the eyes and smirked;

'Good morning; you eat up some toast now, I've heard you'll need your energy later'. Dolores smiled at both of them;

'Did you sleep well Margot? You had plenty of wine at the barbecue last night; I don't suppose you remember much about it?' Dolores focused on him rather than her as she said this- she was enjoying the tease. Margot took in a deep breath which pushed her breasts forward and crossed her arms under them whilst looking straight at him,

'Oh, I remember making a promise to someone' she said smiling wickedly. She uncrossed and pushed more toast toward him;

'you be sure to eat plenty next Monday morning, won't you?' –

'Yes Margot' he said obediently.

They walked to the car across the sun –drenched forecourt and then drove down to Collins Avenue. They walked into Ariadne and were greeted by several of the staff; they were all extra pleased to see him this morning, as he went by they whispered to each other and sneered- they knew she'd began the regime with him last night and they ached to know how it had gone. She took him upstairs past several offices and into yet another softly furnished lounge at the back.

'Judy will be here in a moment; she'll want to get cracking with some ideas for her illustrations and will use this opportunity to educate you at the same time. I know you find her very attractive too'. He was tongue tied as she turned to leave him; he grabbed her arm and she turned back, pulled him into a kiss, then slapped his face.

'I am in control, remember!' then she squeezed him. 'Just think of what I'll have you do when I get you back – and think of what Margot will do when I tell her you stopped me from going about my business!' She smiled, pecked him on the lips and left. As soon as she had gone, Agnes and Celeste, whom he'd just met the night before came in and brought him a nice refreshing drink which tasted like sherbert; it was sharp and a bit powdery. Agnes, a brunette of about 40, sat invitingly on the arm of the chair he was in, allowing her skirt to rise up to give him a glimpse of her old fashioned suspended stockings.

'Did you like the drink?' she said.

'Yes Agnes it was very refreshing' he replied.

'It'll help you stay in touch with our work today; Celeste and I will assist you perform for Judy; we're going to have such fun' she giggled. Celeste was a copper-topped redhead of about 35; she had glossed her lips with a dark maroon lipstick which along with her deep brown eyes helped to accentuate her silky white skin. She had tight black leggings on, and from the rear her bottom imposed itself on the world beautifully; she took the glass from him and turned and bent over to place it on a low table, allowing him a panorama of her curves. She then sat herself in his lap and put her arm around his neck. She squirmed on him, much to his immediate embarrassment, as he grew hard with excitement.

'The drink is beginning to take effect' she said to Agnes. 'we don't want you going soft on us do we?' smirked Agnes as she undid her skirt. Celeste stood up in the chair and undid her leggings.

'You're going to do just as we tell you when Judy arrives said Celeste who undid his flies and toyed with his now rigid manhood.

Judy arrived a couple of minutes later; ruby red lipstick contrasting with her pale skin and jet black bobbed hair. The girls continued to toy with him as though it were the most natural thing on earth. He tried to compose himself ready to speak clearly to the buxom vixen but knew he would squeak as the dominant redhead teased his cock.

'Well, well, well! what have we here? It's the Heathcliff who spent the evening on his knees in front of his superiors yesterday' she said as she leant over and stuck a viciously sharp nail on the end of his member.

'Did you like my outfit?'

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