Victoria and Eric now realised the erotic bliss of their situation in full; Eric was kept under rigorous control by Victoria, but her affection for him could not be denied. He appreciated that he would always be her favourite, as he suited her so well, and had shown his utter submission in giving up all he owned to willingly become her absolute slave. He was never more in his element than when he cowered in abeyance before her strict authority, and was more than happy to demonstrate his position below her when other Wanda and other women attended Victoria's house; the erotic charge he enjoyed when bossed and dominated mercilessly before company, at the hands of his supreme mistress and those guests, ensured exquisite orgasms when he was allowed the opportunity. Victoria became a model dominatrix amongst her peers; showing absolute control over her male which was undisputed in any respect, but never unnecessarily cruel to him; there was no need, he was fully aware of his lowly status through Victoria's absolute control. He had been subjected to a delicious and thorough teasing at the hands of his mistress, Wanda, and Charlotte Ray when made to choose from the various plans for equipment to tool the punishment chamber downstairs; the input from a submissive male's perspective being key in the choice. Eric had spent the contents of his balls under cane, whip, and dominant female flesh itself, before his most submissive choice was milked from his punished and humiliated soul. With the chamber and the rest of the house now undergoing the changes to suit the dominant woman she had become, the recently widowed Victoria had but one gnawing regret; her close friend Angela, still led a boring, lonely and sometimes sad life. The women were determined to have her realise her potential.
The as yet meek Angela had been away these past few weeks following her mild shock on witnessing the changes in her friend Victoria, and the strange new authority of her persona in dealing with the gardener Bradbury. She was not sure why, but it had excited her sexually, and in the comfort of her bed at her sister's house on the coast, she had become aroused and masturbated several times at the memory of the way the burly male had been controlled with such ease by her formerly timid friend. Though the erotic thoughts furnished her with deeply satisfying orgasms, she dismissed the thoughts on recovering, putting it down to her age and other factors. However this did not prevent her from repeating the fulfilling exercise. True to form, the weather had been abysmal on the coast, her sister who was in a similar position to her; divorced and leading a mundane existence without striving to meet new people, had left Angela yearning to be back home rather than feeling refreshed from a summer break. She also had a niggling desire to be with Victoria and discover more about her transition.
Angela's next visit to Victoria's house could not have come at a more opportune moment; Eric had arrived shortly after Angela had left for her sisters, and was now fully familiar with house, and was already in routines at the behest of his mistress. Victoria was also expecting a visit from Wanda on the day that the polite and demure Angela knocked at her door. It was answered by Eric, who was a little startled at the appearance of a shapely and pretty woman, if dressed somewhat drably. She gave him a warm smile.
"Hello, I don't believe we've met, is Victoria at home?" Victoria grinned to herself as she heard the dulcet tones of her soft friend from the drawing room, and advanced to the front door. Eric struggled to address this new female appropriately; she was not one of the stern women he was accustomed to greeting, and he was unaware of her association with his mistress. Victoria appeared and quelled his dilemma; she had also resigned herself to no longer playing games with Angela. Eric fumbled with his words.
"Mis... Victoria, you have a visitor." Victoria's grin broadened, as she sensed his awkwardness and her eyes met with Angela's. She snapped her fingers.
"Coffee Eric; in the drawing room, immediately." Eric bowed at the two women and left, relieved with having received a command. Angela's jaw dropped and her face expressed a weak smile, as she watched him depart without comment about the blunt demand. Victoria maintained an air of nonchalance as she embraced her friend and brought her into the drawing room. Once again, Angela was also slightly stunned by her friend's appearance; Victoria wore a tight leather skirt with a split to one side, which exposed her seamed stockings in a very sexy manner, the clacking stiletto's and white silk blouse made her seem like a cross between a schoolmistress and a businesswoman. The house had changed also; gone were the flowery wallpapers and chintzy furniture, bold but somehow subtle and plain colours covered the walls, and luxuriant leather seating now captured the eye. Angela sank into a leather chair opposite Victoria who half sat and half laid on an enormous black leather sofa; her tight skirt squeaking in harmony with that of the sofa as she made herself comfortable. Angela adjusted herself, holding the small of her back, something immediately noted by Victoria.
"Are you ok?" Angela immediately straightened her back and smiled.
"Oh, it's nothing, think l pulled something when vacuuming, not that it really needed doing with me having been away; it just gave me something to do, and now I'm paying for it." Victoria crossed her legs and smiled wickedly.
"You should get yourself a man to do that for you." As a bemused smile broke across Angela's face, Eric entered with a tray bearing two coffees, a bowl of sugar and a small jug of cream.
"... One like my Eric, who will be very pleased to meet you." Eric gave his mistress a cursory glance, and she nodded her approval with a knowing smile, anticipating that he wished to know if he should maintain the routine as per all other women; he gracefully knelt before Angela with the tray, ensuring he was close enough to avoid her having to stretch in any way. Angela's cunt tingled with a strange pleasure as Eric silently allowed her as much time as she pleased to choose how she wished to take her coffee; as Victoria smiled victoriously at her, it dawned on Angela that Eric was not simply a new partner, he was her slave. When she had finished stirring her coffee and plucked it from the tray, Eric went immediately to his mistress and knelt before her with a gentle smile. Angela found it difficult to swallow her coffee as she watched the way the two looked at each-other; it was so apparent her previously meek friend Victoria was in complete control of Eric. Victoria smiled calmly at Angela, and seeing she was about to ask something in her bewildered fashion, spoke first.
"Eric, this is my dear friend Angela, I want you to introduce yourself and tell her just how happy you are to be with me." Eric's cock stiffened at the lush feeling of it being known that he was owned by a woman, by a woman who was completely unaware of the situation. He was eager to confirm his mistress's opinion.
"Hello Mistress Angela, I am so very pleased to meet a friend of my Mistress, and yes, I am more than pleased to be of service to her." Victoria coughed slightly, as though to reel Eric in; his enthusiasm at being in his position could not have been more sincere.
