The following is a story I wrote in collaboration with a good friend of mine, Logirl. She and I worked on this story on and off for about a year. We have since lost contact but she told me while we worked on this that she wanted me to publish it under my name. This I have done, but I fully intend to give her the credit that she deserves for all that she added to this story. Lo, I miss you and hope that someday you get to see this in print and I hope that I have done justice to the story that we have written together. This is the best story that I have ever written and it is because of your input and help that it is so. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Some of this is based on fact and personal experience but what that part is for me and some others too know. Smiles.
Raven sat in a quiet corner of her favorite restaurant. With her back to the wall she could watch the entire room. But her attention wasn’t on the people around her or the coffee and pastry set before her. Instead it was focused on the notebook she was rapidly filling with her latest story. The words flowed in an unending stream onto the paper. Then with the same decisive movement her pen had made, she closed the notebook and sat back with a deep sigh.
Her deep green eyes slowly focused and took in her surroundings. The restaurant was empty except for her and a semi-large group seated at the table directly across the room from her. With her first love of writing satisfied, she chose to indulge in her second favorite pass time...people watching.
She counted ten women of diverse cultures, ages, and appearances. All were extremely beautiful. They were sensual and graceful in movement, and held the rapt attention of several waiters. The ladies attention, however, was centered on the one male in their group. And lord, what a man!!
It was difficult to determine his height, but Raven found his muscular body and handsome face stunningly attractive. For a moment the Libran aspect of her took over and simply absorbed the beauty before her. As she watched and admired him, a number of things became obvious.
Each of the women was devoted to his comfort and pleasure. His drink was constantly refreshed, and one girl held a tray of snacks that were constantly replenished by one of the others and offered to him by a third. His every wish was not only fulfilled, but also anticipated.
Just as the women were attentive to him, he was equally attentive to them. Frequently he would reach out and caress whoever was closest, a gentle touch on a shoulder, a back, or a face. He did not grope them blindly, but lovingly and gently repaid their attention with his own. Those who especially pleased him received a more intimate reward, a touch of his hand to breast, buttock, or pubic mound. To secure such intimate rewards, each woman worked in harmony to ensure his pleasure.
Raven sighed and wondered what it would be like to be a member of such a group, to be of one mind in the pursuit of serving one gorgeous man. As vague ideas and thoughts ran through her mind about this, she saw one of the women slip and bump his hand spilling a small portion of his drink. Without blinking or hesitation, she turned and presented her rounded ass to him. He raised his hand and another of the entourage placed a small riding crop in his hand. Without hesitation, he delivered five quick blows to the buttocks presented to him, then handed the crop back to its presenter.
With a gasp, Raven sat up straight in her chair. Taking her eyes from the scene before her, she paused and thought for a moment. What had she just seen? A random incident of violence, a premeditated attack upon the woman, or a master correcting an employee or servant? She thought about it for a moment longer and then gasped as the reality of the situation became apparent. Her startled gaze moved once more to the table across the room from her to be held by the ice blue eyes of the dark man. For a moment he held her gaze and then slowly he looked over her trim body. Holding Raven’s gaze once more, his hand swung out and landed with a resounding smack on the still upturned buttocks before him. Raven noticed that not one whimper had escaped the lips of the woman being punished.
He then reached out and raised the woman to a standing position, pulled her head down to him and kissed her on her full red lips. All activity at the table stopped while the punishment went on. His gaze returned to Raven and locked with hers. As he held her gaze, he raised his hand. One of his entourage approached with a small card and a pen. Without removing his gaze from Raven’s, he dictated a short message and then waved the woman in Raven’s direction.
As the woman approached, Raven turned her head and looked to the woman. Without a word, the woman handed Raven the card and then rejoined the group who were getting up to leave. As he rose, Raven noticed the large gold medallion that hung around his neck. With the distance between them she was unable to discern what was etched into the surface of the brilliant metal. As Raven watched, and without a word, the entourage left the restaurant.
After the group had left the building, Raven’s attention was drawn to the card she clutched in her hand. The message was simple; an address followed by “One hour. Be there or not.” Adventurous and curious by nature, she wasted no time in packing her notebook away and paying her bill. With excitement building in her, it seemed to take forever for the valet to recover her jet black Grand Prix and pull it around in front of the restaurant. She looked once more at the card, realizing that the address listed on the card was in a very remote area on the outskirts of town.
Well within the allotted time, she pulled up to a large wrought iron gate in a tall and forbidding stone wall. At the gate was a button and security camera. Without hesitation she pressed the button and waited. Suddenly and silently the gate before her slid open and she drove through with the feeling that her life was about to change forever. Carefully navigating the winding road through a grove of trees, she continued forward, anxious to see where such a man would reside.
As she rounded a sharp turn, her breath caught in her throat, looming before her was a huge gothic style mansion. It was constructed of dark gray stone with ivy clinging to the massive walls. The sheer size of the house and property screamed wealth and lots of it.
With steady steps, Raven walked up to the door and was pleased to note that the hand reaching for the heavy, ornate knocker was steady, despite a growing trepidation. Within moments the door was opened by a woman she recognized from the restaurant, the primary difference being that now she was totally nude.
Not entirely sure of what to say Raven stated the obvious, “I was invited.”
“All who come before The Master do so nude and shaven. Do you accept these conditions?” Her voice was soft and sweet and softened the shock Raven got from her words. These two simple sentences confirmed many of Raven’s suspicions.
In her clear sweet contralto voice, Raven answered, “Yes.”
The other woman stepped back to allow her entrance. The interior design matched the exterior with rich masculine elegance. Everywhere she looked she saw the perfect backdrop for his harem. Simply put, it said, “I am the Master of all that is within these walls.” A shiver of excitement ran through her as she followed the woman down the hallway to a large bathing area.
Waiting for them were two more women. The three women undressed Raven with great care. As each article of clothing was removed -- the long flowing skirt, the silk blouse, the lace bra and panties -- it was folded and then set aside.
