As they drove back across the causeway, he felt like he was home. It was great to get the fresh salty air back again after the heat of the ranch and enjoyable and intimidating as the other women had been- especially the formidable Carole- he still felt as though Dolores was his true mistress and owner.
"I'm going to take you right back to my house, we are going to have a nice refreshing shower together, and then you are going to tell me all about your trip. I have some news for you as well" she smiled in her confident way at him, her auburn hair glinting with different shades of red and ginger as the sun flashed through it. She had a very short skirt on and no stockings; her milky white thighs flexing as she operated brake and accelerator. He longed to lean over and kiss them; he had missed her so and he could not wait to kneel before her somewhere comfortable and confess everything he had experienced at the ranch and accept any punishment from her. She saw him staring at her legs;
"Yes, you will soon be down there! I am as hungry as you are and you are going to tell me all about your training at the ranch. You are going to worship me all evening and I may allow you a reward if I am pleased with your progress. I shall want as much as possible from you as I am away on business tomorrow; remember?"
"Yes Mistress Dolores... Am I to await your return at the house?" he said hesitantly- he had had so much fulfilment over the past two days he could not remember what had been decided. He was in for a further thrill.
"Why of course you will await my return at the house" she said in a very headmistress like fashion-
"You have an appointment with my Housekeeper, remember? – Margot? You have not forgotten her have you?" She giggled contemptuously at his lack of memory over such a short period, but knew in reality he had been to another world, but she would tease him over Margot!
"After we have told her all about the wicked things you have done whilst away, I shall tell her you forgot all about her; I would love to see her administer the cane after that! I shall ask that she videos it as I will not be there to witness it first hand, of course" He almost smiled at the thought; almost. Margot was a formidable woman and he knew he would not forget a caning from her in a hurry – there was the irony of the situation.
His cock also throbbed at the prospect of the contrasting women; he was to confess all to this milky skinned mature beauty, then be turned over to accept the whims of the gorgeous ebony dominatrix. He was almost coming in his underwear at the thought.
The gates closed beside them as they drew up to the magnificent house. Dolores smiled warmly at him as she beckoned him up to the door and through it.
"I am SO hot and sticky; I want to be pampered by you in the shower and all through the night! Take your clothes off right now!" She was busily removing hers also right there in the hallway- he was lifting his shirt over his head when he heard a familiar, deep and sexy voice behind him;
"It is so hot Madam Dolores, I am mighty glad I will have the white boy to help me tomorrow" She was completely naked and her warm dark brown body glistened with sweat; her nipples hardened visibly when she noted she had caught his attention. She sneered at him;
"I can see the change in him since he has been away; we will see how obedient he has become tomorrow. I'm going to have a poolside shower and a nice cool swim in the pool now – I will see you tomorrow white boy" she licked her lips and flicked the end of his cock playfully before showing him her glorious rear as she headed for the pool.
"Upstairs now" commanded the antithesis of the departing vision. The milky white form with sharply contrasting auburn hair began to ascend the stairs, her equally glorious rear beckoning him to follow as it wobbled and tensed seductively.
She walked him through to the en-suite and they had a nice relaxing shower; he ensuring she was thoroughly gelled, washed and rubbed down before he attended himself. As she watched him turn in the shower she viewed the marks on his back and rear, touching them softly with admiration.
"I want you to tell me all about it". She had him kneel before the bed on a cushion whilst she sat on it, bolstered by a multitude of cushions; her legs up and apart, allowing him a close up of her freshly powdered sex and anus. She had fitted his collar and leash and tugged on it with one hand whilst she toyed with herself with the other as he relayed the events to her. Occasionally she would pick up a short cane she had next to her and would tease the end of his erect cock with it when a particularly sordid encounter was being described.
"You have done very well, and the girls had been keeping me updated whilst you were away, but it is always a pleasure to hear a confession first hand. They were all very pleased with your progress and your mind will be full of fresh ideas; especially as you truly know your place now. I cannot wait to see the footage of you surrendering to the whip! You have earned a reward. I will watch you masturbate now- then you will pleasure me to orgasm"
He needed no further prompting; kneeling submissively before the dominatrix he felt no shame in working his member as he eyed the now glistening areas he would shortly be allowed to pleasure. He was her property and he knew this more than ever now. She smiled wickedly at him, increasing the enjoyment of his humiliation tenfold.
"Do not keep me waiting; I will have your cream now!" He duly obliged and savoured the waves of ecstasy as he pumped spurt after spurt of his hot sticky mess, whilst eyeing the middle-aged beauty that owned him and he thought of pleasures past, and those to come. She giggled contemptuously as one of his deliveries splattered invitingly across her sex and dribbled down to her sweet brown button, they both knew this would add extra enjoyment to the proceedings. Spent, he knelt there for a moment whilst she eyed him victoriously.
"Now get to licking me clean!" she commanded. He went down and lapped the sweet smelling orifices; he was hers. This was heaven.
Throughout the evening she was pleasured in many ways between naps, and he was rewarded once more as the night grew on and they reached a crescendo. He was allowed to sleep in the arms of his mistress; this was his biggest reward which he was very grateful for. He nuzzled up to his owner and toyed with hair as she slept, then drifted off himself.
He awoke after the best sleep he had had since arriving in Florida. There was Dolores at her dressing table, her beautifully rounded bottom now clad in a tight skirt. Black stockings, black stilettos, black silk blouse. She winked at him in the mirror as she applied ruby red lipstick which complemented her fiery hair. Task completed she stood up and faced him; she was a picture of feminine dominance and he would have loved to have been allowed to repeat the act of humiliation he had performed yesterday for her now, such was her presence fully attired, a dream to any submissive male.
"Up you get now; eat your breakfast and make sure you finish that drink- every last drop!" she motioned at a plate of toasted sandwiches and a pint glass of liquid, which looked like a fruit mixture. He ate the food with relish, and downed the drink which had a strange bitter-sweet taste, whilst Dolores applied the finishing touches to her face.
"Kneel at the end of the bed" she ordered. As he knelt there, she strutted over to him and stood dominantly before him feet closely together in spikey black patent stilettos. She looked down at him;
"You may kiss my feet now" he did so, taking care to observe the curve of her hips and long stocking clad legs as he went down to those delectable feet. He kissed the shiny leather willingly; both feet several times. Oh how he loved being owned by this formidable woman. She laughed at his eagerness to worship her and walked back to the dressing table, then back to him with a large pot of cream.
"Lie on the edge of the bed for a moment"- he did so and she rubbed a generous amount of cream onto his back and buttocks, taking care not to get any on her clothes. The cream stung at first then had a numbing effect.
"You will need this, as Margot will not be as kind with you as I have been, I fear" she said giggling. Margot! The ebony beauty was likely to keep her promise and they both knew this.
"I am sure you will enjoy her company whilst I am away; be sure to do just as she tells you" she said in an ironic tone. He knew he would have no choice in the matter. She had him kneel down by the end of the bed again, took some cord from a draw and tied his hands behind his back, collared him and tied the leash to the bedstead and gagged him with a pair of panties.
"There; trussed nicely and ready for her arrival – she will be here any moment" he could see himself in a full length dressing mirror and his erection pulsed at his humiliation. He now had an idea of what the bitter taste in the drink was.
Margot appeared in the room; she too was dressed to kill, not to work. There was no white overall today; someone else was to do her chores. She wore a leather basque; her uncovered breasts with pert nipples shiny and globular, no panties, her glory evident between suspenders which held sheer stockings, and she stood on the tallest pair of stilettos he had seen, finished in scarlet patent leather. The vision was set of by the cane she carried; she flexed it wickedly between her strong arms. She gave him a look of utter contempt. Dolores was ready to leave, she looked at him and winked before announcing;
"Oh, you know he had forgotten all about his appointment with you Margot. You will need to refresh his memory for him; make sure he is well looked after, please" and she smiled and left.
Margot cut the air with her cane. She would make sure he was well looked after.
His sphincter clenched as Margot walked over to him and removed the panties from his mouth. She turned and bent over keeping her legs straight.
"Lick my ass!" she barked- he took a sniff of her beautiful anus as he went up with his tongue; the smell was rich and musty, the taste also strong and tangy- there was a definite flavour of pussy juices there too; he could tell she had been looking forward to this – she was obviously nicely aroused. He could see this all in the mirror and so could she; when she felt he had refreshed her rectum sufficiently, she turned suddenly and slapped his face smartly, and gave him a swift stroke with the cane. He winced and she untied his leash.
