Madeline teased her cunt as she enjoyed a shower in the accommodation which seemed to have an erotic personality all of its own, but resisted the urge to bring herself off again, she wanted to remain nicely aroused when sampling the atmosphere at dinner, excited at the prospect of the indulgences to come. The warm sunset glowed through its windows, illuminating the large inviting bed and spacious area before it, which had her imagination explode with countless fantasies. The large wardrobe looked out from its central point and she smiled wickedly as she inspected the cuffs within, wondering on the stories they could tell of the sublime humiliation of males confined there.
Barbara arrived and handed her another couple of thin silky togas.
'You can borrow these; we like to dress really informally for dinner, and you won't want the restriction of any underwear, you must flaunt what you have to impose your superiority; I'll take to the boutique tomorrow, they're not expensive.' Madeline had thought the tight evening dress she had chosen was risque enough, but was more than happy to discard it, and her panties. Dressed in the thin togas, the two sauntered up through the lodges in the warm evening breeze, which drew the thin material across the curves and breasts of the mature women, the feeling making Madeline's cunt moist with excitement, especially when passing the eyes of males who sat at the palm-frond roofed bars close to where Barbara's friends were dining in the open air.
Carl Adams watched their approach from a small bar close to the section, his cock twitching, the blonde was certainly enhanced by her association with the redhead who he could see already just from her presence, was a woman who would not suffer male fools gladly. The women they strode toward had already stiffened his cock.
He had settled into his male oriented accommodation, which though luxurious, was more sparsely attired; the quarters for males had no voyeur wardrobes, he would experience their delights when taken back by a female. Though attended by maids, the quarters were not given the thorough service of the female lodges, the maids encouraged to chide the male occupants for any untidiness; notes were left giving orders to clean and maids would require the occupant's attendance for inspection on occasion. Now stationed at the bar, Carl had heard the stern women chatting about the 'Round up', it was an event which he was very excited about. Mr Adams had always found himself masturbating over fantasies about dominant women and had never been able to rid himself of those submissive urges, as hard as he had tried.
Now in approaching middle-age, he had found himself free of the burden of a long term and disappointing vanilla relationship and had gone completely the other way. Deciding to embrace his submissiveness in full, he too had been encouraged to jump in at the deep-end; at Club Venus Paradisio, there was no chance that he could misinterpret the sexual preferences of the women who attended. He listened intently from his position, maintaining as nonchalant an appearance as he could.
Madeline could taste the atmosphere as they approached the group of very confident looking women and the couple of subdued males who sat with them. A buxom middle-aged brunette sat with legs crossed, unashamedly displaying the sumptuous flesh of her large thighs, a riding crop lay on the table between the cocktail glasses before her. This was Sandra Taylor, a woman who at 55, had never lost her appetite for soundly thrashing males into total submission. Next to her, sitting on the lap of a younger male and grinning as she squirmed her large fleshy arse into his lap, was Bernice Palmer, a 40 something blonde and with her hair in a bun which added to her strict appearance; the male who sat next to her, tight lipped and bemused, was her hopelessly submissive husband. Her lust for cuckoldry and his humiliation was boundless; he was no stranger to being invited to watch his wife fucked by other men when at home, but here she would have a different one on most nights. Miriam Clark, a spicy and shapely mature domme with ginger hair, sat smoking a cigarette while sneering at Palmer, enjoying his humiliation as his wife flagrantly toyed with the male who would service her that evening, her nipples pointing excitedly as she enjoyed his discomfort.
There were six or seven other women and two other males with them in the party, they greeted Madeline with genuine enthusiasm, they were always glad to meet other women who had realised their superiority; there were plenty of males to go round. Bernice Palmer slipped off of the lap of her conquest and sat in a spare seat next to them, smiling as she viewed the younger, fitter stud sat next to her husband; she addressed him curtly.
'Tell Madeline how you enjoy it from a male's perspective, how you enjoy paying to bring me here and the pleasure it gives you, seeing a woman like me having the freedom I deserve.' Palmer's cock swelled as all eyes sought the pleasure of hearing of his ritualistic humiliation, he flushed slightly, the weakness of his submission commanding him to indulge in the exposure which gave him his own perverse thrill but was never easy.
'I... I like to see Bernice enjoy the males she chooses, and am happy to be allowed to witness her indulgences... she has helped me know my place in our relationship.' Bernice watched with stern eyes and smiled with satisfaction along with the other women before adding to his humiliation.
'What he means is that he recognises his inadequacies in keeping me satisfied, he could never possibly be up to the mark; he has such a small cock, and I know he enjoys watching while a suitably endowed male services his wife.' Palmers's anus tingled as he sweated at the centre of the scornful laughter which followed, he would dwell on the humiliation later when he watched the male next to him slip his ample cock into Bernice. Sandra Taylor curtailed his crushing exposure, turning to Madeline eagerly.
'Barbara tells me you love to ride horses, you must enrol for the 'Round up'; it's an event which you'll find most exhilarating. We won't tell you too much, but trust me, it will give you the utmost pleasure. I know that there has been no shortage of males enlisting their services for the event. It will allow you to enjoy the true pleasure of the hunt.' Madeline's arousal was further enhanced as she squeezed her thighs together involuntarily and the other women grinned knowingly.
'I do like the sound of that, where do I enrol?' Miriam took a long drag on her cigarette, then pointed to a board attached to a nearby palm, by which a couple of males were quickly adding their names to an attached roster, the redhead smiled as she studied the two latest applicants.
