"Are you sure about this?" He asked the two tall women seated at the table.
The ebony amazon frowned, "She is," gesturing to the equally tall blond. "But I don't believe a man can dominate me."
"Then why I am here?" He lifted his wine glass, "Besides having an excellent meal."
The blond looked over to the nude waitress, "You can leave and have the rest of the staff leave."
"Yes, Mistress Helena."
As she left, Helena began their proposal. "Mistress Regina and I have been losing clients, they used to engage in long term relationships, but now we have not been keeping new ones for more than a month."
"She," Regina added doubtfully; "thinks it is because we have lost our empathy."
"You don't?" The male Andy Dumas asked.
"No, I am a successful Dom. I have men worshipping me. Including a permanent 24/7 slave."
"You have some men worshipping you," he countered. "But I would never do it."
"We know that," Helena responded. "We want you to put us through a weekend slave session."
He carefully put the glass down. "This is unexpected. Why me? I am not a pro, nor do I have desire to be."
"Exactly," Regina responded.
"I believe," the blond started. "That a male dom who does not live the life, would have a better understanding of the nuances."
"And I won't let a competitor have this over me." Regina added.
"If I agree, would there be any restrictions?"
Helena took out a list.
"No branding, no permanent injuries and no hots and videos."
"But I do get to fuck you, have you submit and obey me?"
Regina nodded reluctantly.
"Helena?"
"Yes."
"Then I agree, we will use your dungeon. You will bring both your slaves who will also be under my control."
Regina looked at him curiously, "I thought you were het."
"I am."
Andrew drove up to Helena's contemporary mansion. Next to him was his lover, playmate and sub, Kitty. The tiny red head was quivering with excitement.
He laughed, "Patience."
"Sorry Master, it is just."
"Just...
"She was so arrogant last Christmas. Thank you Master for allowing me to be part of this."
"You are welcome, but when we enter there. You become Assistant Mistress Cat."
They walked up the steps and Andrew rang the doorbell.
A large bald-headed mail dress in a slave harness answered. "Welcome Master Andrew "he lowered his eyes.
"Charles," he responded. "This is Mistress Kat."
"You did not tell us, you were bringing anyone Andrew." Regina demanded.
"You will address me as Master, Reggie." He responded.