The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1—The Office

The cover of Empower, “for the successful woman”, captured Blake’s attention right away. It was an advance copy that was sent to him by a friend who knew he would be interested. The magazine would not hit the newsstands for another week.

There they were, three beautiful women with spectacular figures, dressed in fine couture and each one with a look of supreme satisfaction on their faces. The copy underneath read “THE COUGAR’S CLUB” with the name of each woman in smaller type underneath: Stacy, Tabitha & Sasha. He paged to the article to find out exactly why these women were deemed important enough to grace the cover of this magazine.

Inside he found a separate feature on each woman. Stacy was the statuesque blue-eyed blonde with a gorgeous set of legs and perfectly sculpted ass. Tabitha was the sultry redhead with an ample bust and blazing green eyes. Sasha was the sultry brunette with soft pouting lips and a body that was built for all night sex.

As he read the article and the quotes by the women he was stunned by their audacity. The three best friends all came off as self-centered, highly opinionated and more than a little bit arrogant. In each interview all three of the self-described “strong”, “confident” and “independent” women bragged about their success and personal assets among other subjects.

Stacy’s goal was to retire early and marry into wealth. “But I won’t date any man who makes less than a million a year,” was her quote. She not only owned her own fitness gym geared exclusively to women (“Attractive women like myself and my clients don’t have the patience to work out in places where horny men are continually gawking and hitting on them”), she was also a highly sought after fitness model and listed her ideal man as filthy rich with a low sex drive. “I enjoy my free time and I don’t like to waste it in bed in some guy who won’t satisfy me anyway.” She also made it a point to emphasize that none of them ever performed oral on a man. It was point of pride in fact. Stacy admitted to the interviewer, “My favorite thing to do is have a guy go down on me until I get off and when it’s his turn, I make some excuse that I have to leave all of sudden. If he complains, I always promise to go first next time. Of course there is no next time. They always fall for it.”

Tabitha, the highly successful writer specialized in novels where independent beautiful woman always came out on top by taming some rich successful man. In her feature she revealed details of the trio’s so-called “Cougar’s Club” and their adventures hunting prey in upscale nightclubs and high society parties. He could almost imagine the glee in her voice when she told the interviewer, “Sometimes one of us will just pick out a particularly hot guy, tease him, string him along a little and then dump him. It’s a fun little game the three of us play until we ever come across that someone who has it all, super good looks and a million dollar portfolio. Then it’s everyone for themselves.” Her goal was, “to find a highly successful man with a job that keeps him extremely busy so I can just shop and play.”

Sasha, the exotic art gallery owner, was the most mysterious and interesting of the three. Although she revealed few personal details other than the fact that she was of Italian descent, she was outspoken in her general opinion of men. “They are good for one thing. Dominating.” She had no interest in a serious partner per se, only to find that one man who could keep up with her “unique bedroom habits”, which she doubted she would ever find. “Most men are just childish buffoons.”

Blake finished reading and then flipped back to the main article picture spread. There was Stacy, Tabitha and Sasha decked out in jewels, designer gowns and heels, posed together in the requisite mansion living room setting, their gorgeous eyes fixed on the camera as if ready to pounce and devour. He didn’t know if he was more awed by their looks or their attitudes.

He decided then and there that he was going to have to take these three down a few notches. For the rest of the evening Blake turned to his cell phone and personal computer, calling in a couple of favors and doing some intense research on these women. As he got closer and closer to gathering all the information he needed, his excitement built to a crescendo. Now it was only a matter of whom to start with first. The others would fall like dominos.

2- Stacy

The sleek black limousine pulled up to the front of the building in one of Empire City’s more upscale neighborhoods, the parkway lined with high class bistros, boutiques and town homes for the up and coming professionals. From her plush office on the second floor of the modern style building that housed her state of the art fitness center, Stacy watch with interest as the handsome, well-dressed man exited the limo and strolled up the sidewalk toward the front door. Every once in awhile some clueless man came into her business wanting to join and the girl at the desk would politely inform them that this was a women’s only facility. She guessed they were too dim to figure it out by the name of the club, FEMPower. She was always proud of herself by her clever combination of Fem and empower, and it could also mean Fem Power. Actually some marketing guy came up with it but she had no qualms in taking credit for it.

Oh well, too bad they had to blow him off. He obviously had money. Even from her second story perch she could spot his custom made Italian loafers and designer slacks and shirt. When the intercom on her phone chirped, she got a sudden thrill.

“Stacy?”

“Yeah, Jen.”

“There’s a gentleman here who would like to speak to you.”

“Okay, be right down.”

Stacy suddenly felt flush. Her mind raced. What could he want? She wondered if it had anything to with the Empower magazine article. One of her secret motives for agreeing to article was that she hoped to attract some attention. But the magazine wouldn’t even be out until next week. Well, she’d find out soon enough, but not too soon. As much as she was eager to find out what this guy wanted to see her about, she had to make him wait of course. All men should be made to wait was one of her rules. So she took some time to check her hair and makeup in the mirror. Of course, there was nothing out of place. She always looked immaculate. She checked her email, opened one or two, and then stood up, took a breath, smooth her designer jacket and headed downstairs.

She felt a sudden burn when she noticed the man chatting with one of the clients. The slut was obviously flirting with him, twirling her hair that was still pulled up in a ponytail from her workout, laughing at something clever the guy was telling her. ‘I saw him first bitch,’ Stacy thought, suddenly shocked at her reaction. When she neared, the man turned to her and suddenly Stacy was the center of his attention. The client had stunned look for a moment, and then walked out the door while Stacy felt a sense of satisfaction inside.

The man extended his hand, “Hello, Stacy. I’m Blake. Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Um, sure,” Stacy replied, slightly taken aback by his intense gaze. ‘God he is so hot’, Stacy thought. “Why don’t we go to up to my office?”

Stacy led the way, climbing the stairs with just an extra bit of sway in her hips, knowing the man named Blake was enjoying the spectacular view. She was glad she had worn her sexiest miniskirt and suit jacket combo today. When they arrived at her spacious office she pointed him to leather chair and she took a seat behind her desk.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about, Blake?” Stacy asked with her cutest smile.

“Well, first let me start off by saying this is a beautiful facility.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Have you ever thought of expanding?”

“You mean like franchises?”

“Exactly.”

“Sure, I’ve thought about it, but I’ve always believed in giving my clients the personal touch and I wouldn’t be able to do that with more than one place.”

“I can respect that,” Blake said. “There aren’t many businesses these days that provide the personal touch.”

Stacy smiled but inside she was a bit disappointed. She’d hoped there would be something more here and there was a tinge of regret that she had put off his proposal so easily. Blake was obviously some sort of investor, and she was sort of thrilled that he thought enough her business to make this proposal.

“Well, I feel like I’ve wasted your time. Why don’t you let me make it up to you by taking you to dinner?”

Stacy was startled by the sudden come-on. But again, there was that odd thrill that some handsome rich guy was asking her to lunch. She was used to things like this, obviously, with her incredible looks and body. But just as she enjoyed the come-ons, she enjoyed shooting down those losers who dared think they were good enough to ask her out. Of course Blake was different. He had an air of confidence about him. She’d had daydreams of that one scenario in which the perfect guy would ask her out, and things would tumble from there. Could this possibly be that moment? Was Blake that special guy she’d end up with? Well, she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him and perhaps find out how much he might be worth. She knew of one surefire way to see if he was up to her lofty standards.

“That’s sound fair. How about the Avalon?” Stacy suggested, knowing full well the Avalon was impossible to get into unless you had a reservation months in advance, especially for dinner.

“Great,” Blake told her with a smile as he promptly brought a sleek cell out of his pocket, “I’ll have my driver call ahead. My usual table will be ready by the time we get there.”

Stacy tried not to be in too much of awe of Blake’s casualness to her suggestion. This guy definitely had something going on and it was difficult to contain the sudden giddiness inside her.

The next couple of hours were a rush of excitement. The smooth limousine ride to the restaurant, the obvious respect Blake commanded from the entire staff of the Avalon, all of whom referred to him by his last name. They were seated at an intimate table away from the other patrons and for a moment Stacy wondered just who he had brought to his “usual table” in the past. The sumptuous meal and fine wine made her giddy. She hadn’t been this spoiled since forever. Everything about him was perfect, his ease of conversation, his humor, and his knowledge of any subject. And most important of all he made her feel like she was the center of the universe, taking sincere interest in her life story. With other men it seemed like they were all just biding time until they could get her into the sack. Not Blake.

“This wine was excellent,” Stacy gushed near the end of their meal.

“I have them keep some of my prize bottles here for me,” Blake informed her, as if it were nothing unusual. She was definitely impressed.

After dinner his driver took them on a casual nighttime drive around the city, passing by places Stacy never realized existed. But she barely had time to notice. The bottle of fine champagne they shared and Blake’s intense interest made her feel like nothing she’d ever experienced. She wanted to ask him if he was serious about anyone else but she decided not to spoil the moment. If he was interested he would make his move and she would wait.

“So Stacy, let me ask you a question...” Blake suddenly said.

Stacy noticed an odd look on his face, which made her uneasy for some reason. “Sure,” she replied.

“Is it really your goal to retire early and marry rich?”

Stacy was startled by the question. “Excuse me?”

“I read the article you and your friends did for Empower magazine. Tell me more about this Cougars Club.”

“Oh that,” Stacy said with a giggle, trying to laugh it off. In the back of her mind she wondered how he could have read the article when it wasn’t coming out until next week.

“I have an advance copy,” he said, as if he had just read her mind. Something was odd here. There was an unexplainable sensation at the base of her neck but she wrote it off to the champagne. She didn’t recognize the label but whatever it was it was incredible. She’d never had anything like it. It made her feel so...relaxed.

“That was just a silly little thing we did. It all started when the three of us got a little crazy on one of our girl’s night out. If I remember it was Sasha who came up with the name.”

“Really? It’s just that some of those things you said in your interview... I have to tell you Stacy, you and your friends came off as very conceited and arrogant. And your opinion of men is not exactly flattering.”

“Well, I might have said some of those things just for fun, because I knew what kind of magazine it was and it’s the kind of thing they go for, you know, strong independent women. I haven’t read it myself so maybe they...you know...misquoted me...or embellished it.”

Blake was nodding at her but she knew he didn’t believe a word she said. Inside she scolded herself, ‘Damn it, why did I agree to do that stupid interview? I’m blowing it with this guy’.

“Actually I really like men,” Stacy assured him, sitting up straight to get her point across lest he have a low opinion of her. It was important that he didn’t thing she was just some cock-teasing gold digger. In her most flirting tone she added, “Especially handsome and interesting men...”

“...And rich?” Blake added.

Stacy felt stung by that. She could sense he didn’t believe her and it bothered her to no end. “No it’s just that...I do have high expectations and...you know...a woman wants to be taken care of.”

“That’s interesting that you say that.”

“What?”

“A woman wants to be taken care of,” Blake said. “I think you should be taken care of. A beautiful successful woman like you.”

Stacy was really feeling strange and was thrilled by Blake’s words. The champagne was really going to her head but there was something else happening. A deep attraction was building for him. Not the surface attraction she felt through dinner but something more profound. “Really?”

“Absolutely. We’ve just met but I feel you are someone I could spend the rest of my life getting to know...and taking care of.”

There was a rush of something within Stacy. Something she could not place. What was going on here? It felt like she was losing control somehow. “I...Blake...I can’t believe...this is...ohmigod...”

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know...Are you serious? What are you saying?”

“It’s simple really. I want you to be my wife.”

Stacy’s mind was awash with emotions, but something else was flooding her mind, something she couldn’t stop. Whatever it was it felt so fucking good she couldn’t stand it. Was this really happening? “Wait... Blake...this is...so fast.”

“I understand. But I sincerely believe its what you want...what you need. To be taken care of. In every way.”

“Yes,” Stacy murmured breathlessly almost a whisper. “I think so...”

“I’m going to give you everything you want Stacy. I am rich beyond belief and you will never want for anything ever again. Tonight we’re going to fly someplace and make it official. You won’t have to worry about a thing. New clothes...a ring... food...everything will be taken care of.”

As he was saying these words, Stacy seemed to melt. He was touching her gently, caressing. Her body responded in kind and the rush of arousal was so intense that she could barely comprehend his words. By now he was kissing her neck. She let out a long sighing, “Oh my god...” and then her mouth was covered by his and she continued to melt away. She didn’t know how long they had kissed but it felt like forever. When he stopped she felt something like panic.

“Please...don’t stop...” she moaned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll continue this in my jet. We’re here.”

Stacy was amazed to discover they were at a business airport and she was about to board a sleek private jet. How was this happening? She tried to comprehend how she could allow herself to be swept away like by a man she barely knew but when she thought too much about it her head hurt. It felt so much better to along with whatever he suggested. It was insane but she realized there was no choice. Blake was so amazing and so hot and she couldn’t wait to get in bed with him. She hoped it was sooner rather than later.

“Where are we going?” Stacy asked as if she had just been awoken from a nap.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Just enjoy the ride,” Blake assured her.

Stacy felt a twinge of anger by his condescending statement. Normally she would have blistered any other man who said that to her, but that feeling passed as swiftly as it had arrived. Blake was perfect...he was going to take care of her. That was all that mattered. The last thought she had before she boarded the jet was, ‘Wait until I tell Tabby and Sasha.’

The interior of the jet was incredible. The soft lighting and rich decor set off the glossy ash wood paneling and plump leather seats. She was slightly puzzled when they passed the seats and headed toward a door at the rear of the plane.

“We’ll be more comfortable back here,” Blake told her as he led her through the door down a hallway and into a spacious bedroom. She was stunned. This could not be inside a jet. It was so lavish. Before she realized it, she could feel the plane moving and then ascending and then she was on the bed with Blake in a passionate embrace, gently groping and kissing.

Stacy couldn’t believe what was happening. How was this moving so fast? All she knew was that she wanted...needed him inside her...desperately. The ache between her legs was overwhelming. She could not for the life of her remember being so damn horny for a man. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her and she pleaded with a heated whisper into his ear, “Take me... Please...”

Blake broke the embrace and waited until Stacy came out of her delirious state before he told her, “I have to tell you that I’m a bit old-fashioned about some things.”

“What?” Stacy murmured. She could barely understand what he was saying she was so aroused. She could almost feel the dampness between her legs. The itch to be filled was unbearable.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t make love until we’re officially married.”

“I...Blake...Are you serious?” Stacy stammered in disbelief. She was thoroughly confused. Most men would have already been screwing her, but he was holding back? This was unbelievable. She couldn’t imagine he really meant it.

“I know. We should have taken it a little slower. I didn’t mean to get you so excited. But since we’re both on the brink I suppose its only fair that we...take care of each other...in another way.”

Before she realized what was happening, Blake reclined on the bed, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. There was no doubt what he expected and Stacy’s first instinct was to tell him to fuck off. She’d never sucked cock and she wasn’t about to start now no matter how rich and hot this guy was. Then she was about tell him to go first, knowing full well that she could put him off when it was her turn, but when she caught his gaze, something else came over her, that weird pressure at the base of her neck. Her eyes were in explicably drawn to the bulge in his slacks and urge to find out what was underneath overwhelmed her senses. Suddenly the thought of having him in her mouth intrigued her.

‘What the hell is happening to me?’ Stacy thought. She reached tentatively with her fingers for Blake’s zipper and she could hardly control her fingers. Without realizing it she was licking her lips in anticipation. ‘Tabby and Sasha would die if they saw me right now.’

The zipper was open and Stacy reached out without any more hesitation, gripping Blake’s thickening member in her fingers. It was warm and hard and before she could get a good look at it, Blake had dimmed the lights. She had some deep-seated instinct to resist, but when she felt his fingers stroke her hair and cheek and she was overcome by the irresistible urge to bend down and engulf him. But he held her back and whispered, “Kiss it first...all over...”

And so she did...passionately. She loved it. It was smooth and hard and soft all at the same time and she wanted to make certain that her lips pressed and caressed every inch of it from top to bottom. It took some time and even though she was certain she had kissed it in its entirety, she only wanted to kiss it some more.

“Now lick it...” Blake ordered.

His voice did something no man’s had ever done to her before. It was if it had flipped a switch in her brain every time he said something. Did he hypnotize me or something? Stacy wondered. She wanted to see what would happen if she resisted but when Blake touched her cheek again, her tongue had darted out between her lips and was now slathering his prick with the wetness.

“That’s a good girl. Get it nice and wet. All over...” Blake said with a sigh.

It was amazing. Stacy couldn’t believe how good Blake tasted. Why had she been so adverse to this? It was so wonderful and made her feel so sexy and hot. ‘I can’t wait for him to return the favor,’ Stacy thought as her muff tingled deep inside. ‘I’m going to make him go down on me for hours. But right now I’m going to give him the treat of his life.’

Soon Stacy found herself following more orders and suggestions. Blake was an expert teacher, telling Stacy exactly how to pleasure him and in turn she took great care in following his instructions to the ‘T’. She definitely did not want to disappoint him. She felt her sole purpose at that moment was to serve him in whatever way he wished. In turn, the more she pleased him the more aroused she became. In minutes she was pumping him with her hand while sucking him off. Her blonde head twisted and turned as it bobbed up and down, and her pussy felt like it was on fire. She knew that if he so much as touched her down there she would scream in climax.

As much as Stacy ached to be satisfied though, there seemed to be some other force at work on her senses. Her mission now was to give Blake the best oral sex of his life. No woman in his past, and certainly no woman in his future (there would be no more women in his future Stacy realized with a sense of supreme satisfaction) would compare to what she going about to do. And it was fully in her mind now to make it last a long time. She would bring him to the edge, hold back, and then bring him back again and again. She recalled some technique she read in some steamy romance novel she read once. It would accentuate his pleasure beyond belief. She used her lips and tongue and the hotness of her mouth to drive him wild. The time passed in syrup mode. After what seemed like hours, she felt him tense up and clutch her hair. She had wanted to hold back one more time, but with a sense of pride, she knew he could not hold back and gushed inside her mouth.

“Ummmmmmppppphhh!” Stacy gasped as the warm fluid filled her mouth and slid down her throat. She suckled him hungrily... eagerly...desperate to capture every sweet drop of her future husband’s seed. She thrilled at his moan and grunt. He thrust his hips upward, driving the prick deep in her mouth, nearly gagging her in the process. And then she felt him relax and his hips dropped slowly onto the bed. The long sigh was music to her ears. She knew she had performed well but she needed some validation.

“How was that?” Stacy whispered after she let him slip from between her moist lips.

“Fantastic,” Blake answered and Stacy swooned. She wanted to savor the moment but suddenly she remembered how fucking horny she still was. Like a giddy schoolgirl she lay back on the bed and began to hike up her skirt. She couldn’t wait a second longer for Blake to pull off her panties and bury his head between her legs. Her body felt like a live wire.

“My turn,” Stacy gasped in anticipation.

There was a barely perceptible shudder in the jet and then Blake’s cell vibrated. She watched as he checked the text message and told her “We’re making our descent. We’ll have to go up front and buckle in.”

Stacy was stunned. She could not believe what she was hearing. “What do you mean? We’re there already? But...Blake...it’s my turn...”

“Sorry, it’s for your safety,” Blake said as he zipped up, buckled his belt and gathered his shoes.

“This isn’t fair!” Stacy pouted childishly.

Blake leaned close, kissed her and stroked her face. He told her, “Don’t worry, when we do this again...next time I’ll go first. I promise.”

“Okay,” Stacy relented and she was shocked at how easy it was to give in. She just had to convince herself to be patient. She really couldn’t be selfish. How did it happen that her world was turning upside down?

When the plane landed it was a whirlwind limousine ride to a country estate. Stacy had no idea where they were. Blake told her the owner of the mansion was a close friend who would officiate their wedding vows. She could only assume that everything would be official. But as the time came Stacy began to get anxious.

“Blake, are we really doing this?”

“Yes, we are. I want nothing more than to have you as my wife.”

“But...my best friends...Sasha and Tabitha...they should be here...they’ll kill me when they find out I just took off and got married without telling them...”

“Don’t worry, this is only for legal purposes. When we get back, we’ll have the biggest wedding you’ve ever dreamed of. Money will be no object. Your friends and whoever else you want will be there.”

“Are you serious?” Stacy said, her blue eyes brightening considerably.

“Absolutely. Now there’s just one more thing I need you to do. Then we can start the ceremony, get married, and then head to the most luxurious ocean front villa you’ve ever seen. Once we’re there we will have the most glorious honeymoon night any couple has ever had.”

Stacy was overwhelmed with emotion by Blake’s words, especially the part about the honeymoon. Her mind flashed to a scene of Blake on top of her, making love to her, satisfying her like no man could ever dream of. At that moment she would do anything he asked.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just sign this,” he said handing her pen and pointing her to a desk where a thick document lay.

“What is it?”

“A pre-nuptial agreement.”

Stacy blinked. “What?”

“It’s really nothing. My lawyers insisted on it but you don’t have to worry about it. We’ll never be apart. I promise.”

“But...”

“I love you Stacy. You should know that by now. The only thing I want is to take care of you.”

Those words sealed it. Stacy’s natural defenses crumbled. With barely another thought in her feverish brain, she signed her name on the documents and then it was on to the ceremony. She could barely remember any of it later. All she would remember was the intense look on Blake’s face, the deep pools of his eyes. ‘My god it feels like he’s hypnotizing me,’ Stacy thought for a moment and then that thought was erased like the wind blowing away the sand on a smooth surface.

What Stacy did remember was the most erotic night of lovemaking she’d ever experienced. Not that she’d had much to compare it to, that quick drunken romp in a dorm room when she was in college, a one-night stand when she was younger, a serious boyfriend who broke her heart after bedding her on a weekend getaway trip. The rest was fantasy that could not even come close to this. Blake was a masterful lover, eliciting sensations she never thought possible. At times he was gentle and slow and others he was forceful and strong. Everything she thought about men was turned around. She would never again believe a man could not please her enough. In one night Blake pleasured her for a lifetime.

The longer they made love the more insatiable she became. He teased and brought her to the edge of climax, just as she had done earlier with her oral pleasures. Which reminded her that he still owed her. At one point she decided that she would demand that he return that favor but somehow he turned it around so that she was on her knees once again, her face buried in his lap, suckling and licking eagerly, baffled at how he got his way again. She was also baffled at why she couldn’t seem to get enough of his cock in her mouth and nearly smothered herself in her eagerness to please him. It was an addiction that was growing and she couldn’t control it. She didn’t want to control it. She vowed that she would suck his cock whenever he wanted her to. For a moment she thought with guilt, ‘Oh if Sasha and Tabitha saw me now...’

Hours later they lay there spent after Stacy had just sucked him off for what seemed like forever, licking the last drop from the edge of her lip. She told him between gasps of air, “Honey I want to do that to you every night before you go to sleep and every morning when you wake up. And any other time you need it. I love doing it so much. And don’t worry about reciprocating. I really never liked it all that much. It’s enough for me that you’re satisfied like that. Okay?”

“Whatever you say honey,” Blake said, smirking back at her.

Stacy found his expression a bit unsettling, as if this was something he expected from her all along. But that thought was brushed away when she was suddenly overcome by sleepiness She stretched like a cat and moaned with pleasure from all the orgasms she’d just experienced. As much as she wanted to she could not keep her eyes open any longer. As she drifted off, there was a brief moment where Stacy puzzled over what she had just told Blake. A day before she would never have imagined saying such a thing to any man. But things were different now. He was her husband... her wonderful and loving husband. She loved him so much and he was going to take care of her forever. She couldn’t wait to tell Tabitha and Sasha about him. They would be so jealous. And then she forgot what she had just been puzzling over.

2—The Club

One week later Blake was enjoying a brandy and cigar. He was in the library of an exclusive club for men who shared his extraordinary talent and also regaled each other with stories of their conquests. This evening he sat across from his old friend Andrew.

“I just read the article today. Kudos on getting the jump on those three,” Andrew praised him. “So tell me how things are coming along. Do have them all under your thumb yet?”

“You know me, Andrew. I like to take my time. The thrill of the anticipation you know. As of now I have Stacy safely tucked away. She’ll be my main pet. The girl has an amazing body as you know, being so fitness minded. The pictures in the magazine do not do her justice. She’s a bronze goddess... Incredible legs and a rock hard ass...with the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen, not too large, not too small. Nice breeding stock. Plus she’s got a brain. Her business was doing very well, and even more so now that I have a hand in it.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“You’ll love this. As you know she owns an exclusive fitness club for women on the go... well, we own it now. Anyway, her clientele is gorgeous, young and professional... and most all of them single with barely enough time for a personal life. You know the type. Of course, being fitness minded, they are also in their prime body wise. After we returned from our honeymoon, I suggested to Stacy that my attorneys take a look at her books. Well, we discovered her business manager was skimming a bit off the memberships. Stacy was hurt of course and had to fire her old friend Megan, and so I was able to slip a protégé of mine in there to take over. Right now he’s in the process of compiling a database of each and every member. He’s also installed a new security system complete with remote cameras to capture each and every one at their finest. Of course, he placed a few cameras in the shower and changing room, just to be thorough,” Blake chuckled.

“That’s brilliant!” Andrew laughed.

“Yes, and soon we’ll have the encrypted website up and running so the members here can pick and choose at their discretion.”

“Outstanding! You’d better give me a heads up before anyone else. You owe me a favor, remember.”

“Of course Andy, how could I forget?”

“So, what if more than one member chooses a particular girl?”

“That’s where the online auctions come in,” Blake said proudly. “Just a fun little option.”

“Genius! You’ve thought of everything, you bastard,” Andrew gushed in awe. “So tell me, when will you put the other two in their proper place? I’m especially intrigued by that gorgeous Italian.”

“You and I both, my friend. The article didn’t reveal much, but I was able to learn more about her from Stacy. The two of them met after Stacy’s last serious boyfriend dumped her. He pursued her for months. Then finally talked her into going away on a romantic weekend with him. Once he had his way with her he dropped her for someone else and she was crushed. Sasha was there at Stacy’s most vulnerable and took her under her wing. Stacy would never admit it, but this woman pretty much brainwashed her against men. It was nearly the exact same scenario with the redhead. Tabitha had fallen for her college professor and after he bedded her, he took up with another student and left poor Tabby shattered. Very sad...but there was Sasha again to pounce on the fragile sensitive writer. In no time Tabitha was turned into a cock-teasing gold digger as well. I’m sure Sasha was the one who became Tabitha’s writing muse, putting those idiotic plots in her head of independent women dominating weaker men.”

“Sounds like a real piece of work,” Andrew said shaking his head.

“She’s a controller plain and simple.”

“That should be a prime opportunity for you...dominate the dominator. So when will you turn the tables?”

“Sasha is vacationing in Europe at the moment but I’ll certainly deal with her when she returns. As for Tabitha, I have a dinner date with her this evening.”

“Won’t the new wife be jealous?” Andrew joked.

“Oh, it was Stacy who suggested it. She’s been pestering me about since we returned from our honeymoon. She wants me to me get to know her best friends one on one. Her real motive, of course, is to get their “seal of approval,” Blake said, rolling his eyes. “You know how these women are. Of course my motive will be to get to know Tabby intimately if you know what I man. And I’ll have plenty of time for that since my new bride is very busy making plans for the lavish wedding I promised her.”

“Don’t forget to send my invitation. I’m sure there will be some fresh product in attendance.”

“No doubt,” Blake chuckled.

“You lucky son of a bitch.”

“Well, I’d better be going. I can’t keep my future mistress waiting,” Blake winked and smiled.

3—Tabitha

As much as she wanted to dislike him, Tabitha found her best friend’s new catch to be nothing short of completely charming. His quick sense of humor and easygoing nature made her feel comfortable right away. There was nothing self-conscious about him. And he wasn’t so bad to look at either. Blake was very open and honest even when she grilled him about his past relationships. He told her that with his busy schedule, it was difficult to meet women of any real substance and when he did meet someone, it was even more difficult to build trust. As a wealthy businessman, he had to be wary of those who were only interested in his portfolio. With Stacy, he explained, it was different. She was already successful and was everything he wanted in a lifelong companion.

Tabitha envied Stacy in hitting the marriage jackpot. As best friends they’d often shared fantasies of finding a super hot rich guy to marry and spending the rest of their lives getting spoiled by the clueless dolt. If only they weren’t already married, Tabitha might have been tempted to steal Blake away. As she enjoyed the dinner and drinks at the luxurious restaurant where they met for dinner, she kept trying to think of a discreet way to find out if maybe he had a twin brother or a rich cousin.

Tabitha had been stunned when she first heard the news from Stacy, especially the part where they had jetted off somewhere to elope. This only happened in fantasy, or in the books she wrote. Except in her stories, of course, the woman always held a firm upper hand over the man. Well, from all appearances Stacy was blissfully happy and Blake seemed to be a true gentleman whose only goal was to worship her. She supposed that was good enough for her. But Stacy was still intrigued by this man and she needed to know if there was some deep dark secret he was keeping to himself.

“So, Blake, tell me more about yourself. What exactly do you do for a living?”

“I’m an investor.”

“Really, that sounds fascinating,” Tabitha lied. “Tell me more.”

“Oh, you know, foreign trade, thing like that. I don’t want to bore you all the details,” Blake informed her. “I would like to know more about you, though. Stacy tells me you’re a writer.”

“Yes, I’ve written some novels.”

“What are they about?”

“Well, they really wouldn’t be to your taste. They’re intended for a female audience.”

“Only females?”

“Um, well yes. In my stories the heroine always gets her way. She’s smart, independent and beautiful of course...and they know exactly how to twist men around their fingers,” Tabitha laughed.

Blake just smiled. “Are you sure it isn’t biography disguised as fiction?”

Tabitha felt herself blush. “Very funny Blake. Anyway, my books are for women who can live vicariously through my characters. They always get what they want in their personal and professional lives. My books are very successful. Every one gets on the bestseller list now.”

“Interesting,” Blake said staring intently at her.

Tabitha felt an odd tickling sensation at the base of her neck and her body felt flush. ‘This wine is going right to my head’, she thought. She was brought back to focus when Blake asked her, “Would you be interested in hearing an idea I have for a story?”

“Um, sure,” Tabitha said. ‘Oh brother’, she thought, struggling not to roll her eyes. Every time she mentioned being a writer, someone had some idea for her. “Let’s hear it.”

“There’s a writer...she’s young and talented...beautiful of course,” Blake said with a sly grin, reiterating the description of Tabitha’s fictional heroine. Her best friend marries a mysterious gentleman who is wealthy beyond belief. The writer is intrigued and struggles with her feelings of infatuation for him. In time she ends up seducing him. They enter a torrid affair, and the beautiful writer discovers feelings she never thought possible. She struggles with feelings of betrayal, but in the end, her lover inspires such arousal that she cannot resist giving in to her urges.”

Tabitha felt her heart speed up and her temperature rise. Her first instinct was to stand up and toss her drink in his face in response to his barely disguised invitation to an affair. But while she knew she could never betray Stacy, she could not prevent the flashing images of Blake making love to her that flooded her mind. She was so shocked by the sudden sensation of arousal that she almost excused herself to go to the ladies room to relieve her tension. When the feeling passed, she took a deep breath and gathered her composure.

“Are you sure that isn’t wishful thinking disguised as fiction?” Tabitha asked with a raised eyebrow, putting on the attitude of someone whose interest has been piqued.

“You tell me,” Blake said.

Tabitha stared across the table for what seemed like hours. Something was so odd, like she was out of herself. ‘What the hell is going on with me?’ Again, another image flashed in her mind, of she and Blake, clenched in an embrace against the wall in some anonymous hotel room, breathing heavy and kissing each other hard, hands groping, tongues in one another’s mouth.

“Wait,” Tabitha said with barely a whisper. She had to close her eyes and grip the edge of the table. Meanwhile underneath her skirt, her thighs were tensed and closed tight. It was like experiencing an orgasm without actually having one. Shockingly, she could feel dampness down there. ‘Ohmigod what just happened? I need to get a grip’.

“Are you all right, Tabitha?” she heard Blake ask.

Tabitha opened her eyes, flush again with a vague sense of embarrassment, as if she had just flashed her breasts at Blake. She gathered her composure, smiled brightly and said, “I’m fine.”

“Good.”

“About your book idea...”

“Yes?”

“It’s sounds promising.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, but if I do pursue it, I would have to do some major research on the characters and plot.”

“Well, the best writers pay excellent attention to detail.”

“Absolutely,” Tabitha said in a sexy tone of voice that surprised her. ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this! What am I doing?’ “Why don’t we go somewhere and explore the idea further.”

Tabitha felt a rush when Blake fixed his eyes on her. For a brief moment she felt like the proverbial bird hypnotized by a snake before the strike. Before she knew it, they were on their way out of the restaurant and headed for his limousine waiting at the sidewalk. His driver received Blake’s instructions before he shut the door and soon they were on the way.

She gazed at Blake with her best “I dare you to come on to me” expression. She was anxious for him to make the first move. She knew once he did she would have the upper hand. But all he did was stare back at her with that aggravatingly nonchalant look. She was growing anxious and impatient by the second, and she was desperate to get things going because deep down what she really wanted was to feel what it was like to have his dick inside her.

‘Where did that come from? God I’m losing my mind!’ Tabitha thought. She couldn’t take it anymore. Never in her past did she ever have to make the first move with a man.

“So, tell me more about this story idea you have,” Tabitha said in a demure tone, crossing her legs provocatively.

“Well, the writer is normally a dominating type of woman. Always getting her way as all your heroines usually do. But she finally comes across the one man she cannot control. For reasons she will never comprehend, she succumbs to his...charm... and finds herself willing to do anything to please him.”

“Anything?” Tabitha asked, biting her fingertip at the thought.

“Yes, even performing certain acts that she swore she would never do with another man.”

‘Is he talking about what I think he is?’ Tabitha wondered. Suddenly she could not help herself. Her eyes flickered downward toward his crotch and she blushed. This was followed by that odd sensation on the back of her neck. Out of nowhere came the overwhelming urge to perform oral sex on Blake. ‘Ohmigod, I can’t believe this! I want him in my mouth so bad I can taste it!’

Tabitha tried to turn the thought away but it seemed to be deeply seeded in her consciousness. She couldn’t believe it but she was actually salivating over the thought of going down on Blake. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her senses but instead she placed a hand on his thigh and began to stammer, “Blake... I...need to...”

“If you wish, go right ahead,” Blake said with a grin.

It was like a floodgate opening. A rush of arousal and the overwhelming joy of being given permission to do the one thing she so desperately wanted...and needed...to do.

“Finally,” Tabitha gasped under her breath, ecstatic. Like a child rushing to open a wrapped present under the tree, she went right to her knees in front of Blake and pounced on his lap. She was on the verge of ecstasy but she still blushed at the thought of acting so eager in front of him. Her fingers hurried and fumbled to unbuckle his belt buckle and open his zipper. This was not like her at all. Usually it was the guy who was on the edge of desperation, but she simply could not help herself. Blake was so hot and all she wanted to do right now was prove to him how willing she was to please. Meanwhile, betraying her best friend was the furthest thing from her mind. The only thought set in her mind now was, ‘I have to taste his cock!’

Once Tabitha’s fingers found his shaft, she brought it out and marveled at the swelling appendage. She became self-conscious when she realized she was practically drooling over it. ‘He must think I’m a total slut!’ Tabitha thought. She quickly brushed that thought away and bent her head down, taking him fully into her warm wet mouth. She couldn’t get it in fast enough.

“Ummmmmmpp!” Tabitha moaned hungrily with Blake’s member lodged firmly in her gullet. She’d only done this once before, with a college professor who taught a creative writing class. She couldn’t believe she had fallen for his line that a writer had to experience everything that he or she wrote about. Ever since then, she promised herself that she would never fall for any lame line that a man fed her just to get her in bed or go down on him. ‘Promises are made to be broken’, Tabitha convinced herself, working her lips and tongue up and down his thickness.

When she heard Blake groan with pleasure, it thrilled her, and she took it upon herself to see just how wild she could drive him with her mouth and hands.

“Yes, just like that,” she heard him murmur when she paused to just to suckle him and swirl her tongue around the tip. She felt an intense surge of arousal when he placed her hand on her head and stroked her hair. She ached to slip her free hand between her legs to massage herself down there, but then she felt that odd sensation at the base of her neck and her full attention was brought back to the task at hand.

The longer she serviced Blake, the more intense his reactions were. Soon he was clutching her by the hair and thrusting his dick ever deeper down her throat, nearly choking her all while muttering lewd and obscene instructions. This would normally have infuriated her but instead she found herself thrilled by it. She never realized that she would enjoy being treated so forcefully. ‘Ohmigod I feel like a nasty slut and I love it!’

The feeling continued when they arrived at a swank hotel in downtown. She found it odd at first when all Blake had to do was nod at the front desk on their way toward the elevator. No check-in, no key. She was about to ask him about it, but once inside the elevator, she was overcome with an overpowering urge to have sex with Blake. She embraced him and planted her mouth firmly on his, and it was more sensual than she imagined. Her body was tingling all over and her vagina felt hot and moist.

The elevator opened and Tabitha moaned in disappointment when she had to break her kiss. In the vestibule she watched Blake use a glossy black card key to unlock a set of double doors. When they entered the richly decorated room it literally took her breath away. She allowed Blake to lead her on a tour of the lavish multi-room suite until they ended up at the floor to ceiling glass windows that displayed a stunning view of the cityscape.

“It’s so beautiful,” Tabitha gasped in awe. “It’s almost... hypnotic...”

“It is, isn’t it?” Blake agreed in a soothing tone. He came up and embraced her from behind, placing his hands firmly on her ample bust to fondle her.

Tabitha closed her eyes and sighed, immersed in a deep sense of sexual arousal. She tossed her hair to one side so Blake could kiss her neck and ear. She arched her back so that her rear pressed against Blake’s groin. She could feel his hardness and it turned her on. ‘Ohmigod I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life!’

When Blake began to press forward to meet her hips, Tabitha had to place her hands on the thick glass to brace herself. That overpowering sense of wickedness came over her again, replacing the normal guilt that she would have felt from doing this with her best friend’s husband. Therefore there was absolutely no resistance when Blake began to unbuckle his belt and open his zipper. The sounds sent a jolt of arousal through her. Her defenses were nowhere to be found when he lifted her dress and took down her skimpy panties. And when he entered her, she winced and gasped at how wonderful it felt. The itch that had been building down there was finally being tended to.

Blake was slow at first, taking his time to explore each inch of her heated crevice and she savored the sensation of him inside her, and when he began to pick up his pace, Tabitha thrust her hips back to meet his. Soon she was gripping and tightening on him as he ravaged her forcefully. The sounds of his grunts thrilled her and she met his sounds of pleasure with purrs and moans of her own. Her passion was turned up a notch when Blake tore her blouse open and pulled down her bra to gain access to her breasts. She bit her lips when he pinched her hardened nipples.

Tabitha could not have imagined being fucked so well. She tossed her head from side to side and slammed her fists on the glass when Blake issued several deep forceful thrusts. She began to scream out, “Ohmigod YES! Fuck me! Harder! YES! YES! JUST...KEEP...FUCKING ME!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

When the first rush of orgasm came, Tabitha’s body seized up, and she uttered a long, loud squeal. Blake had been pounding her so hard now that her entire body was now pressed against the glass. The coolness on her bare breasts felt good. Before she could even catch her breath, Blake picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

“Take your clothes off,” Blake ordered as he began to remove his own.

‘So this is what it feels like’, Tabitha thought. This was the thrill of having a passionate affair with a strong confident man. Yes, he was married, and to her best friend, but none of that mattered. His dick felt so damn good inside her, like it was custom made especially for her, reaching her in places she didn’t think possible. She barely peeled off her skirt and blouse when Blake was upon her. He took her again and again and she reveled in the attention. She lay back on the slippery sheets and writhed in passion as her body was explored and brought to the height of ecstasy and back down again.

Blake’s imagination knew no boundaries and Tabitha was thankful to Stacy for making sure she kept her body in perfect shape. Otherwise she didn’t know if she could have kept up with his sexual acrobatics. He put her in position after position, each one eliciting more excitement than the last. This was the most perfect, most sensual night of lovemaking she could ever have imagined. She lost count of the times he brought her to the verge of orgasm after six. It seemed that with each near climax her mind became less focused on details and more on just feeling. It was a bit frustrating but she knew he was building up to something and it would be glorious. As for Blake, his sexual stamina was amazing. He’d cum inside her several times.

After Blake ravaged her into submission one last time with a back wrenching fuck, he erupted inside her with several deep hard thrusts and then they reluctantly broke apart. Even after the pounding she had just taken, she still felt the urge to have him mount her again. She simply couldn’t get enough of it. Besides, she still hadn’t achieved her own release yet.

“Blake...” Tabitha gasped. “That was...the most...incredible...”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Her body was flushed with sexual fever and felt as if she would pass out.

“Just rest...” Blake said in a soothing tone.

Tabitha took several deep breaths and after several minutes she could feel her heart beat starting to slow at last. She moaned in ecstasy and thought, ‘Damn it! I’m still so fucking horny and I need to cum or I’ll scream!’

Tabitha decided just how she’d like to receive her climax. Meanwhile she could find out how his oral talents measured up.

She turned to Blake and purred in most teasing voice, “Honey, I haven’t cum yet. Would you please go down on me?”

“I’ll do something even better,” Blake said, leaning up on one elbow. “It’s a technique I learned in my overseas travels. Just lie back and close your eyes.”

“What are you going to do?” Tabitha giggled, intrigued but suspicious of the offer.

“I’m going to make you cum just by rubbing your earlobe.”

“What? Are you serious? That’s impossible!”

“Care to make a wager on it?”

Tabitha thought for a moment. Her common sense told her there was no way he could make that happen. On the other hand what if he could? She desperately needed to cum but she needed to know what the stakes were. “What do I get if I win?”

“I’ll go down on you for one solid hour and then make you cum.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then you’ll become my mistress and sexual plaything forever. However, I must warn you this will require frequent sexual adventures, expensive gifts, trips abroad and lavish hotel rooms with fine cuisine.”

“So it’s a win-win for me,” Tabitha laughed.

Blake grinned mischievously.

“You’re on!” Tabitha exclaimed. She laid back and closed her eyes. “I hope your jaw doesn’t get sore when you have to eat my pussy for an entire hour. I’ll be watching the clock.”

“Are you ready?”

Tabitha was seized by anticipation. Her entire was tingling with excitement. When she felt Blake touch her earlobe, she flinched. It was soothing at first, and she started to relax. Nothing was really happening yet so she decided to just lie there quietly until he gave up. Then she would demand her just reward and it would feel so good. But then some odd sensation seemed to build inside her. She felt her body grow warm and her nipples became engorged and erect. It was like a current that flowed within her nervous system. It traveled from her neck down her stomach and toward her pelvis.

Her breathing grew quicker and a stimulating tingle grew around her groin so much that she began to arch her back upward.

“UH!” Tabitha grunted in surprise when the first ping hit her clitoris. She’d never felt anything like it. She took in a lungful of air and seized up, eyes clenched shut, her fingers digging into the sheets at her side to hold on for dear life.

“Wait...AHHH!...Unnnh!....UNH! OOOOOOOOHHHHH! Wait...wait...AAAAAAAHHH!” Tabitha moaned. Her hips were grinding up and down now, as if manipulated by some invisible force. Then there came a staccato rhythm of throbbing sensations deep within her steaming walls. Her body was seizing with orgasmic spasms now, and her arms flew up to grab the pillow on either side of head while her back arched even higher and her heels digging in the mattress until her groin was at least a foot off the bed. She uttered a series of long loud squeals and then her mouth froze in an open ‘O’.

Tabitha couldn’t move. She felt as if she were paralyzed as the most incredible orgasm stunned her entire being. She didn’t want to open her eyes or say a word, fearing it would disappear. She sensed that nothing could ever make her feel this wonderful. It seemed to last for hours, and when it finally began to ebb, Tabitha felt numb, like everything she ever knew had been erased. All there was in her consciousness was the aftermath of a climax so mind bending she would remember it forever. She did not even have the urge to find out exactly how he did it

“Ohhhhhhhmigod that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt,” Tabitha gasped, lying dazed on the bed and still shuddering from the blissful orgasm. She let out a long ecstatic moan, stretching every muscle in her lithe body like a cat. Then she opened her eyes and gazed adoringly at Blake. He was staring at her with a pleased look on his face.

“I guess you win,” Tabitha purred touching his face. “I’m your sex toy forever. You can do whatever you want with me... whenever you want.”

Blake leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth.

5—The Club

“So how did that intimate meeting with Tabitha go last week?” Blake’s friend Andrew asked from his perch in The Club’s steam room.

Blake toweled his forehead and grinned, “Excellent. We got to each other very well.”

“Details?”

“I pretty much put her through the paces and let me tell you, she is a gamer. I hadn’t fucked that much in years. She told me the next day that she could still feel me inside her.”

“So I take it you’ll be keeping her as the mistress,” Andrew said. “Are you sure you’re up to juggling two at once? We’re not as young as we once were.”

“Speak for yourself,” Blake laughed. “You’ll be interested to know that the three of us have come to a very unique understanding.”

“Do tell.”

“With a little...“encouragement”...on my part, Stacy suggested that Tabby move in with us. The house is so big and she’ll get lonely when I’m away on business and Tabby can be around for support when it comes time for me to impregnate her.”

“You made it her idea...excellent.”

“Yes, well, Tabby was reluctant at first, but again, with a little “encouragement” on my part, she agreed. Well suffice to say with two beautiful women in the house...both deeply attracted to me...one evening in the hot tub... some wine.... one thing lead to another...”

“Oh, you bastard...don’t tell me...”

“Suffice to say that our threesomes have become a nightly ritual,” Blake told Andrew with pride. “You haven’t lived until you’ve had two beautiful naked women fighting over who gets fucked you first.”

“Indeed,” Andrew said as he shook his head wistfully. “Reminds me of my younger days when I first discovered my power.”

“By the way, you’ll be interested to know Sasha is back from Europe. She declined to have dinner with me so I’m dropping by her gallery this evening. I suppose she wants the advantage of meeting me in her domain.”

“Oh, I envy you when you finally put her in her proper place.”

“I’ll give you a full report next week,” Blake said. He picked up his towel and headed for the showers, bidding his envious friend goodbye.

6—Sasha

Sasha was puzzled to see her assistant, Erica, suddenly standing there in the doorway of her gallery office, looking anxious.

“Yes? What is it?”

“He’s here.”

“He’s not supposed to be here for another hour,” Sasha hissed, looking at her watch. Then she narrowed her eyes at Erica and asked in a terse voice, “You didn’t let him inside did you?”

Erica expression turned from concern to outright fear. “I’m sorry...I...I know you told me to make him wait outside until you... I don’t know why...I...Sasha...I’m so sorry...”

Sasha fumed and rose from behind her desk.

“Idiot! I’ll deal with you later.”

“Should I have him come back later?”

“No. Just go home. I’ll deal with him.”

Erica bit her lip and wrung her hands and was about to apologize again until Sasha shot her an angry look. Then she promptly scurried out of the office.

Sasha seethed for a moment. Her plan was to gain a subtle upper hand over Blake, who she would be meeting for the first time since her best friend Stacy gave her the shocking news that she was married to him. This wasn’t like Stacy at all. Usually she would come to her first before she made even the most mundane decisions. It was annoying sometimes, but it was what Sasha expected, not only with Stacy but with Tabitha as well. Deep down she enjoyed keeping a rein on her “girls.” They were so compliant.

Now this stranger had come along and threatened their perfect friendship. Yes, she had planted ideas in Stacy and Tabby’s minds about landing a rich man who would spoil them, but she expected to put her seal of approval on the man before they actually went forward with it. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to Europe. If she hadn’t, she could have done a proper appraisal of Blake before Stacy put a leash on him.

Then Stacy rushed her into meeting Blake before she had really had a thorough look into his background. Obviously Stacy hadn’t taken the time to do it, but then again, Stacy was always a bit impulsive. If she had taken the time to find out more about Blake, she would have discovered right away that there was very little on his personal or professional life. That was enough to send up red flags, that and the fact that Tabby seemed to be just as enthralled with him. So much so that Sasha sensed that Tabitha would just as soon fuck Blake if Stacy turned the other way for a minute.

Well, if it was one asset she had up her sleeve it was sizing up men. She would be able to tell right away what made him tick. And if Blake were anything like she suspected just from her small bit of research, she would take him to task and let him know in no uncertain terms that he would not come between Stacy and her two best friends.

If only her dim-witted assistant hadn’t spoiled her plans to put Blake in his place by making him wait outside her gallery awhile until she was good and ready to allow him inside. She couldn’t wait until tomorrow to discipline Erica. Her blood boiled a bit at the thought and soon Sasha was in a better mood to deal with her new visitor.

Sasha left her 2nd story loft office and walked down the steps to the main gallery, where she found Blake staring at one of the featured pieces of art. Currently Sasha was showcasing an artist who specialized in female dominant fetish art. Sasha loved the subject matter, which consisted of variations of a latex-clad dominatrix riding a rubber-suited male with a saddle on his back and reins between his jaws. She was also into the fetish aspect as evidenced by the sleek rubber dress and strapped stiletto heels she wore. She loved the tight fit and the squeaking sound her snug dress made as she swayed her shapely hips.

It was the click of her heels and the rubbing squeaks that captured Blake’s attention when she approached.

“What do you think of it?” Sasha asked him in a deliberately provocative tone. She was interested in hearing his take on the work that depicted a woman dominating a man.

“I wouldn’t buy it,” Blake answered with a grin.

Sasha just gazed at him intently with her dark brown eyes. ‘Well, he certainly is arrogant’, she thought with her arms crossed in front of her. It was going to be a pleasure putting him in his proper place.

“Is that how you base your opinions? On whether you’d buy something or not?”

“Sometimes,” Blake answered.

Sasha didn’t really like the feeling she was getting from Blake. Usually she found it easy to read a man, but there seemed to be an icy wall surrounding him that she could not penetrate.

“Well, I think we should get to the point of our meeting,” Sasha said, stiffening. “First of all I was shocked, to say the least, to find out Stacy had married you on a whim.”

“I wouldn’t call it was a whim,” Blake said, evenly.

“I would and I am,” Sasha snapped. “I did a little background check and it appears there is very little information on you. What information there is, is very generic. Is there something you’re hiding?”

“I like to keep my private affairs private,” Blake informed her. “But since you are a close friend of Stacy, why don’t you just ask me whatever you want to ask me.”

Sasha felt an odd sensation at the back of her neck and just as quickly it was gone. She seemed to lose track of her thoughts for a moment. She forced herself to re-focus on the man in front of her. Bristling now, she responded with a cool tone, “I’ll be very honest with you. There is something I don’t like about you.”

“Really? Why is that?”

“It isn’t like Stacy to do something like this. Usually she...” Sasha paused, trying to choose her words carefully.

“...Asks for your permission first?” Blake answered for her.

“No! I...she...” Sasha stammered angrily at the insinuation. “She has a mind of her own...”

“Not anymore...” Blake smiled.

Sasha definitely did not like the vibe she was getting from Blake now. It was building by the moment.

“What do you mean by that?” Sasha challenged. There was a vision that flashed through her mind of Stacy down on her knees by Blake as he stroked her head like a pet. She quickly brushed it away.

“I think you know what I mean,” Blake said taking a step toward Sasha. “She’s not under your wing any longer.”

Sasha resisted the urge to take a step back, but she did not want to let Blake sense any fear in her. Instead she held her ground and glared at him. “How dare you...”

“It’s true isn’t it?” Blake asked. “You’ve always seen Stacy...and Tabitha...as your little protégés. You trained them like little puppets to act like you want them to act...think like you want them to think. You filled their heads with all that male-dominating independent woman nonsense.”

Sasha flushed with anger. “So what are you trying to say?”

“It’s simple,” Blake said. “Stacy and Tabby are mine now.”

“Yours?”

“That’s right.”

“You’re insane,” Sasha sneered. “As soon as I convince Stacy and Tabby of it you’ll be gone out of our lives. And the best thing is...Stacy will come away with half of everything you own.”

“I think not,” Blake said. “Do you want to know why?”

Sasha only glared at Blake in response.

“It’s because I have a talent for convincing certain people of their true purpose. Take Stacy and Tabitha for instance. Once upon a time they had the misguided notion of marrying and dominating a rich man. Yes, Stacy is now married to a wealthy man, but she will never, ever, have the upper hand in the relationship. Her purpose now is to serve and pleasure her husband and she will perform those duties happily. As for Tabby, well, she also has a special place in our relationship.”

Sasha was stunned by Blake’s words. “Are you saying that you have an intimate relationship with Tabitha and Stacy accepts it? I don’t believe you! Tabitha would never agree to such a thing. Even if she did, Stacy would not accept it!”

“Well, it doesn’t really matter to me if you believe it or not. The fact is I am fucking both of them to my hearts content and they’re both blissfully happy with the arrangement. Now, if you’d like to satisfy your own curiosity, I could arrange a time for you to join us some evening.”

“You are insane!” Sasha boiled. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I will find out everything I can about you and destroy you in the process.

“Well, Sasha, I was hoping we could all be friends, but since you’ve decided to be difficult, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Sasha’s temper blazed. She hissed at Blake, “You will do no such thing. Leave! Immediately!”

Blake smiled mischievously, “Not before we come to an understanding.”

“I will never...” Sasha began to say and her voice caught in her throat. Suddenly there came an overwhelming shudder through her entire body. She wanted to turn and walk away, perhaps call the police to have him removed, but she felt frozen in place. For the first time she looked at Blake with real fear.

“I’m going to show you how convincing I can be,” Blake informed her as he stepped close and then around her, circling her. “I’m going to show you your proper place.”

Sasha shuddered as Blake’s shoulder brushed hers. She was startled by the tingling sensation that seemed to come off of him.

“First, let start off with a little demonstration, so you know exactly who you’re dealing with,” Blake whispered into her ear. “Remove your panties for me.”

Sasha gasped. Her head snapped to one side so she could glare at Blake eye to eye. “I will never...”

“Yes...you will remove them for me...now,” Blake insisted gazing right back into her startled brown eyes.

Sasha wanted nothing more than to lash out and slap Blake across the face, but something held her back that she simply could not get a grip on. Instead, she found herself responding to his command, stunned to her very core. ‘How is this happening?’ She bent slightly at the waist and reached down to grasp the hem of her rubber dress just above the knees. With hands that seemed not to be her own, she pulled her tight skirt up as much as she could and then struggled to reach underneath to grab her panties. The snug fit of the rubber dress made it extremely difficult. She was glaring at him as she grunted and fidgeted, flushed with confusion and embarrassment at doing this right in front him when she knew full well she should not be doing this. Her mind was fully attempting to resist but her body would not comply.

Sasha finally managed to pull down her panties and step out of them. She fumed when Blake held out his hand, expecting them.

“Bastard! How are you doing this?” Sasha demanded. She handed him the skimpy white panties.

“The power of the mind,” Blake answered, smelling the panties wistfully and then stuffing them in his pocket. “You should know all about that being the controlling type that you are. It’s just that my mind is much more advanced than yours. For instance, if I wished I could make you climax right now.”

“No...” Sasha whispered. She could already tell by the look in his eyes at what he was about to do.

Sasha felt a tingle at the back of her neck and then a shudder went through her body like an electrical charge. She shut her eyes tight and hugged her body as she encountered the unmistakable onslaught of an erupting orgasm. She squeezed her legs tight and uttered a loud grunt, “UNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!”

It seemed to last for many minutes, and it was all Sasha could do to remain standing and not pass out from blissful aftermath. When it began to pass she was standing there, breathing heavily nose and shivering.

“Pretty neat trick, eh?’ Sasha heard Blake laugh. This was the most unbelievable thing she’d ever experienced. The orgasm was amazing, the most pleasurable she’d ever felt, but the fact that this man somehow elicited without touching her was disturbing.

Blake was pacing casually around the gallery now. Sasha wanted to escape, but she knew deep down she was trapped here until this man decided to set her free. She’d never been so frightened and aroused in her life.

“Yes, I could simply use my “charm” to cause you become infatuated with me, but I’ve decided I’m going to teach a lesson. From this point on I am going to dominate you my beautiful untouchable Sasha. I’m going to tame you...and train you in every way possible and you will comply with my every demand. But don’t worry. You will keep your entire mind. I won’t make you blind with lust like I did with your friends. It will be much more enjoyable for me to know that you detest me while you perform any sexual act I desire.”

“You...can’t do this...to me...” Sasha stammered.

“I can...and I will...” Blake told her. “Now let’s get to the business at hand shall we? I noticed that artistic display of S&M toys in the corner. I’d like you to retrieve the rising crop and bring it here to me.”

Sasha desperately wished to refuse, but she turned toward the display and began to walk toward it.

“No!” Blake said, and Sasha snapped to attention with a gasp. When she turned to look at him, he was shaking his head back and forth and she could only guess what she had done wrong. Then he told her, “Crawl. On your hands and knees.”

She wanted to curse him but she couldn’t. All she could do was bite her lip. Then, with the stiffness of someone extremely unhappy at being ordered what to do, she got down on her knees. It was difficult with the tightness of her rubber dress but she finally managed to get down on all fours. Slowly and deliberately, her back arched, her ample hips swaying, palms splayed, and the tips of her stiletto pumps scraping the shiny wood, Sasha made her way toward the corner display piece. Her knees hurt already and she was barely a quarter of the way.

“Quickly now,” Blake commanded. “I’m not very impatient.”

Sasha winced at his words. She moved as quickly as she could but the ultra tight rubber dress hampered her progress. Her knees could only shuffle forward in small increments. She wished she had worn something less confining. At last she reached the display and she sighed with relief. She stood and picked up the riding crop, looking at it with regret since she knew what Blake wanted it for. She turned and began to walk toward him when he clicked his teeth at her and shook his head again.

Sasha rolled her eyes and sighed, this time with exasperation. She knew what was expected and hated him for making her go through with it. So she got down on her hands and knees again and began the long crawl back toward Blake.

“Wait,” Blake said. Sasha paused and looked up at him, still glaring. “I think you would have an easier time if you carried it with your mouth.”

“Uhhh!” Sasha grunted in anger and mumbled curses under her breath. Try as she might to resist, she resigned to taking the riding crop and placing it delicately between her teeth. It was totally humiliating and now she began to gain a sense of what she had put so many men through in her bedroom. Long ago a lover had introduced her to the erotic excitement of bondage & domination. He had dominated her at first with the promise of allowing her the same. It turned out she was a natural dominatrix and in the end she much preferred being the one in charge and vowed never to allow any man to dominate her again. This was infuriating and she wished for nothing more than to turn the tables.

“Yes, I like it,” Blake chuckled as Sasha crawled toward him with the stiff leather instrument clamped between her luscious lips. This time she crawled as slowly as she could, knowing Blake had some inevitable perversion planned for her. She wanted to put it off as long as possible. ‘Damn it! Why did I send Erica home?’

From the look on Blake’s face though, Sasha could tell that he was clearly enjoying it and didn’t care how long it took. In fact he was probably enjoying the anticipation even more. When she arrived at his feet, she waited anxiously for his next command. She was beginning to get impatient now for whatever he was going to do with her.

“Up on your knees,” Blake said. He held out his hand. “Let’s have it.”

Sasha positioned herself before Blake, with only her knees and the toes of her stilettos touching the floor. With her eyes shooting daggers at him, she removed the riding crop from between her lips, a long thin string of saliva drooped as she handed it to him. She was livid as she stared up at Blake, who was returning her glare with a satisfied expression. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was thought of being in this subservient position, added with the connotations of being put ready to service him.

“Hold your hands behind your back,” Blake said. He tapped the crop on her shoulder, causing Sasha to flinch. Then he made her bring her hands as high up her back as possible until her elbows pointed out. Then a tingling sensation went through her, similar to the one she experienced earlier when he made her climax. She quickly steeled herself trying to overcome that sensation by focusing on doing what she was told. As much as she hated this she did not want to appear weak. She would remain resistant to the end and she would not enjoy it. ‘I will not give him the satisfaction!’

“What are you going to do to me now?” Sasha inquired with an air of defiance. She knew she shouldn’t antagonize him, but she couldn’t help it. Her eyes made a quick glance at his crotch and she felt an odd surge when she noticed the large bulge there.

Blake grinned lasciviously. “You’re going to do something I’ve been fantasizing of seeing you do ever since I saw your picture in that magazine.”

“Suck your cock?” Sasha asked smugly.

“Yes, exactly” Blake said. He began to unbuckled his belt and unzip his slacks. “I want to see how it looks and feels to have those thick full lips wrapped around me.”

“Typical man,” Sasha sneered. “You only feel powerful by making a woman kneel and then stuffing her mouth with your dick.”

“That’s right,” Blake chuckled. “It’s the only way we can get you women to shut up for awhile.”

“Fuck you!” Sasha hissed.

“Oh, you will, very soon believe me, but I’m not that easy. I expect some foreplay. Now open wide.”

“Damn you,” Sasha cursed, her face flush with anger and humiliation as Blake grasped the silken ponytail at the back of her head. She could do nothing but part her lips and allow Blake to shove his thick member rudely into her mouth, causing her to utter an irritated “UMMMMMPPPHH!”

Sasha kept her dark brown eyes, filled with fury, intensely fixed on Blake as he began to pump back and forth. It angered her further that he seemed to enjoy her glare. He also seemed to take perverse delight in shoving his prick so deep in her mouth that it caused her to gag. When she seemed to be less than enthusiastic, Blake unleashed a sharp swat with the riding crop on her taut rubber encased ass.

“UMMMP!” Sasha gasped and flinched with Blake’s cock seated firmly in her mouth. She wanted to pull away and curse him but he kept a firm grip on the ponytail at back of her head.

“Suck it good,” Blake grunted and gave her another sharp swat, then a few more until she was beginning to perform to his specifications.

“Yes, that’s much better slut,” Blake hissed between clenched teeth. “You put on such an arrogant façade, but deep down I know enjoy being treated like a whore.”

“ARRUMMMFFF!” Sasha responded in muffled response.

“That’s right, my dear Sasha,” Blake continued while he thrust in her mouth and delivered the occasional swat to her trembling derriere. “Stacy will be my loving wife...Tabby will be my spoiled mistress... and you will be my kept whore. You’ll be the willing recipient of my darkest perversions. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be very generous with my time. There will be plenty of dick to go around for all of you.”

His taunting words and degrading treatment made Sasha’s Italian blood boil. ‘Damn him! I am no one’s whore! I will make him pay for doing this to us!’ Sasha vowed, but for now she could nothing but endure it. What was most unnerving was that he was using his power to create arousal in her from the humiliation. The tingling itch in her groin was growing by the minute She tried not to let him see show it affected her but it was extremely difficult. In time she caught herself moaning as she suckled him more enthusiastically.

“That’s right, Sasha,” Blake taunted. “This is your proper place now. On your knees worshipping me and pleasuring me.”

Sasha paused to stare defiantly at Blake. He gave her a brutal swat with the riding crop and Sasha issued a sharp squeal and winced from the sting. She promptly continued. Meanwhile her pussy was getting very hot and moist and the itch to be penetrated down there was maddening.

“Is there something you want to ask me, Sasha?” Blake asked, pulling himself out of her mouth.

Sasha took advantage of the respite from having her throat stuffed and gasped for air. Then she shocked herself by answering him breathlessly, “I want you...to...fuck me...”

“What was that? Speak up!”

“I want you to fuck me, damn you!”

“Say please...” Blake said tauntingly.

“Unnnh!” Sasha grunted in frustration. She had done this so many times to so many men but now that she was on the other side of the situation, it was maddening. And the fact that she was actually feeling aroused by this man made it even more so.

“Please!” Sasha snapped. “I want you to fuck me.”

“And tell me why, Sasha. Tell me exactly why.”

Sasha knew what he wanted her to say. She didn’t want to give in to his degrading treatment, but she was so incredibly aroused at that moment that she would tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Because, I am your whore!” Sasha moaned in a pleading tone. “I am your slut and I need your cock!”

“Very well,” Blake smiled condescendingly “Since you asked so nicely. Let’s go up to your office.”

Sasha sighed with relief. But when she stood up, she swooned from the sudden rush of pain to her knees. But Blake swatted her sharply with the riding crop to sharpen her focus. She led him up the stairs, rubbing her stinging bottom on the way. Once there, Blake ordered her to hike up her rubber dress and bend over the back of her plush leather sofa. Once she did as he ordered, Blake had her hold the riding crop behind her back with both hands. He positioned himself behind her and placed the tip of his member into the juicy crevice of her vagina. Then he placed one palm firmly over her mouth, took her ponytail with the other hand, and yanked her head back while he thrust deep and hard.

“UMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPP!” Sasha grunted in muffled surprise. His cock filled her to the hilt and it was unlike anything she’d ever felt. It did not even compare to the many toys she used to pleasure herself. The arousal was beyond compare and though he was brutal with his forceful thrusts and vulgar taunts, Sasha felt more than eager to accept it. He fucked relentlessly for nearly half an hour, but her sexual ache was far from being quenched. In fact it only seemed to grow in intensity. Just when she felt as if the dam would burst, something prevented it. She realized deep down it was Blake who was controlling her down there and preventing her from reaching orgasm.

Sasha wanted to scream and beg for release but he kept his hand clamped firmly over her mouth. When he did finally remove his hand to grope her breasts, she squealed with frustration, “Damn you! Please! Let me cum!”

“Not yet, bitch!” Blake chuckled. “You’ll have to earn that.”

And so Sasha endured every humiliation while Blake put her through the paces. First in her office where he took her on the couch, on the expensive Persian rug and finally on her desk. It continued in his limousine while his driver took them to her home. Once there, Sasha fumed as Blake took perverse pleasure in “training” her in her own private B&D studio. All the bondage devices and whips and paddles she once used on a string of men, were all used on her, one by one. Hours passed and she lost track of time. Blake knew she was exhausted, so he allowed her a brief respite to wash up and primp herself for more of his pleasuring. Once she had bathed she fixed her hair and makeup. Then she donned a fine corset with garters and heels and finally joined him in the bedroom where he had made himself comfortable.

Sasha was furious. Not only was she now being compelled to spend the rest of the night with Blake, she was the one who was going to do all the work. At the moment she was on top of him, hands braced on his chest. She was slowly pumping her hips up and down on his shaft, which was impaled deep inside her. And there he was lying on his back, smoking a foul cigar and smirking at her.

“So tell me, Sasha. What does it feel like to be dominated?”

“Go to hell, you bastard!” Sasha snapped back at him. She wanted nothing more to slap his face but at the same time, she didn’t want to prevent that incredible sensation that she was experiencing in her loins. So she endured more of his taunts while she humped and grinded her hips on him at his pace, not hers. After she felt on the verge of release once again, she desperately wanted to hurry her pumping, but Blake would not allow it. He let her know that he was far from enjoying his new “play thing.”

Blake palmed and groped her taut breasts, pinching her nipples until they were plump. This drove her mad with arousal. Meanwhile, he kept up his subtle cruelty, making her hold her hand out so he could tap the ashes of his cigar in her cupped palm. He would inhale a large puff, make her tongue kiss him, and then exhale the smoke in her mouth, making her cough and gag. When he was through with the cigar, he had her change into a reverse cowgirl position so he could “admire her ass.”

As much as she detested the torments, Sasha couldn’t prevent her arousal. She humped and moaned from pleasure. She couldn’t help it. His cock fit so perfectly, like it was designed strictly for her pussy. At last he seized her by the hair and wrenched her toward him so her back arched like a bow. He placed the other hand over her lower face and jammed his thumb in her salivating mouth and she suckled him while he allowed her to pick up her pace.

She drove harder and faster now, and prayed that he would finally allow her to climax. When he began to return her grinding hips with upward thrusts, she could feel him tense up and explode inside her and she began to grow anxious with hope and anticipation.

“Okay, slut, you may cum now,” Blake hissed while he clamped his palms over her quivering breasts and began to pump her with increasing intensity. His words seem to penetrate her. Sasha clamped her pussy on his cock as hard as she could and held on for dear life. She emitted a high-pitched scream as her entire body shuddered with the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her mind seemed to shatter from within. And then she blacked out.

When she awoke some time later, Sasha felt sore and exhausted. Blake was gone and all she knew was that she felt so empty and alone without him. ‘What has he done to me?’ Sasha asked as a tear rolled down her flushed cheek.

7—The Club

Blake finished his morning swim at the club and headed for the locker room. After he dried and changed, he settled in the cozy lounge for his usual coffee and newspaper. Just then his friend Andrew, who he hadn’t seen in weeks, spotted him and joined him at the table.

“Andrew, it’s been awhile.”

“Yes, I’ve been overseas working on a new project,” Andrew said. “But never mind that, how goes it with your beautiful Cougars? We haven’t spoken since just before your meeting with the Italian. I’m dying to know how it all went.”

“Let me put it this way,” Blake smiled back. “All three have been tamed and domesticated.”

“Tell me more,” Andrew grinned, eager to know all about Blake’s acquisitions.

“It’s better than you could imagine,” Blake began. “We’re all under one roof now since the wedding.”

“Yes, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. I heard it was spectacular. But when I tell you later about my project, you’ll understand why I couldn’t be there. Anyway...continue...”

“Well, Stacy is quite pregnant and radiant with the first of many progeny. She’s very happy to say the least. Says she wants to be pregnant with my children always and I’m quite happy to oblige her. Other than those times when I am seeding her, she is content to allow Tabby to fulfill the usual bedroom obligations. Tabby is quite the dynamo in bed, adventurous, pliable and always eager to please. I couldn’t be more pleased in that department.”

“And the fiery Italian?”

“Still fiery...but also quite compliant,” Blake laughed. “She’s taken over the housekeeping duties and the girls love it. They’ve taken quite an interest in making certain their one time mentor is performing her duties properly. You should see my Stacy with the crop. She’s like an artist with it. And my Tabby is no slouch either. She’s very strict and very creative with her discipline of poor Sasha. I never knew they had it in them but putting Sasha in her place must have awoken some deep-seated revenge within them. Of course, we found the finest French maid’s uniform for her...made of PVC and very kinky. I added a few details of my own...you know...some fishnets, a diamond collar with chains to her wrist cuffs, and pair of the most preposterous high heel pumps you’ve ever seen. They make her a bit clumsy so my girls frequently have an excuse to discipline her. All in all it’s an exciting arrangement with constant surprises. The other day Tabby came up with “bondage night”.

As Blake continued to relate his tales of domestic bliss, Andrew was in visible awe of his fellow member.