Forward
This is a Maledom tale about a highly successful businesswoman's secret fantasies coming to life, if just for a little while.
'The Institute – A Description' is presented at the beginning of each story but it remains the same throughout the series.
This original story starts at the beginning of 'Chapter One'.
The naughty bits start at the beginning of 'Chapter Two'.
The Institute – A Description
This series of tales is about the activities that take place in a modern day brothel.
The owner is one Madame Wanda. The Madame has a large trust fund so running the Institute is a matter of passion for her; it isn't just about the money.
She runs a stable of male and female professional sex trade workers. Some are tops, some are bottoms and some are switches (go either way). The same is true of gender desire. Some are only heterosexual and some are only homosexual (or lesbian) and some are bisexual.
All her staff members are highly experienced and knowledgeable. They are well paid and then there are the fringe benefits.
After all, being known as a former member of the Institute means one will know the right people, as well as how to secure their premise. It also will mean they know what they are doing behind closed doors.
The Institute maintains that it is a facility for treating those suffering from stress related ailments, etc.
One may only become a client by being referred by another client.
After the referral, it will take several interviews before a new client is accepted. There are protocols to be observed, after all.
Following an initial assessment, potential clients go through a series of tests and assessments to determine their tastes, likes and dislikes.
They agree, on paper, to submit to the 'procedures'. All legal and medical procedures are followed to protect both clients and staff.
Clients are made aware that discretion is a major part of the horrendous fees charged by the Institute. If the authorities were every to become involved, nothing would get out...ever.
Wanda and her staff are very much into discretion. It meant more clients and an ability to continue performing. It is the same with a clean medical record.
Madame Wanda has spent a considerable amount building her Institute to her specifications; she still has a very large fortune left. This allows her to dictate policy and maintain the Institute without financial worries.
There are various rooms throughout the Institute. It is built inside an old meat packing plant inside an industrial park. There are several other businesses around it. Some of them go all night long.
This accounts for the comings and goings of various people. The meat packing plant looks exactly like that on the outside.
Originally, Madame Wanda was Wanda Corbinetti, a very determined prostitute who had the amazing fortune to have a distant relative pass away and leave her his entire fortune.
Said fortune was valued somewhere in the hundreds of millions of dollars. Wanda could have done anything; been anything. She chose to be a Madame.
When she had worked the streets, there were several close brushes with both the law and rough clients. Wanda swore that if she should ever come into the resources needed, she'd set up a safe place to do business.
A few years later and it was so but not without its costs.
Chapter One - Stress
Belinda Daniels was a success. Truth to tell, she had a knack for success. In her professional life, everything she put her mind to, turned to gold.
Her personal life was another story. All her enthusiasm and energy went into her career. This left almost nothing for herself. Something her friends had tried to tell her repeatedly. She really had no family to speak of.
At one point, the exhausting workload she carried started to tell on her. She needed a release. She made mention of this one day at a lunch with one of her professional friends, Wanda Corbinetti.
Belinda had met Wanda through mutual friends some months earlier.
When Belinda mentioned how the stress was getting to her, Wanda had lent a sympathetic ear and suggested a counsellor who specialized in treating stress.
"He knows his stuff." Wanda had said, "And he is discreet. He is also someone I use and I trust his judgement in many cases."
"I'll call him when I get the time." Belinda had thought to herself.
That time came two months later just after Belinda had successfully completed yet another merger.
"If I don't call him now, I never will." She thought to herself.
The counsellor was not in the employ of The Institute. Nor was it was his job to ascertain whether a person who came to see him would benefit from a visit to The Institute. That was simply one option among many. His first duty was too the health and welfare of his patients.
If they could benefit from services supplied by The Institute, he would facilitate such a move. If not, he would assist them in some other way. About one patient in ten made it to The Institute.
It took a few sessions with Belinda Daniels for the man to see that she could, indeed, benefit from some regular visits to The Institute.
Belinda had a secret craving to be sexually dominated. She wanted, she said, to be with a trustworthy someone who would put her through her paces, sexually speaking.
She didn't quite know what that meant but she was willing to be taught. She simply didn't want it to interfere with her career.
"And where am I going to find a dominate male or two who will respect me in the morning, hmm?" She had mused out loud.
That was, indeed, the problem. Anyone she had met or might meet simply did not fit the bill. She was now a little older, savvier and more confident. Her age and abilities made the whole thing just that much more difficult.
The counsellor suggested a visit to The Institute. She enquired as to what that was, so he told her about it; in some detail.
At first she was quite shocked yet at the same time, titillated.
She had expressed several concerns, mostly about confidentiality and ethics.
"They are very safe and remember that it is but one answer, my dear." The counsellor had said, "Please keep in mind that I have a close professional relationship with them. What happens to you affects me directly, so if you choose to proceed in that direction, I will be able to assist you."
Belinda had said she would think it over. After another two weeks, she decided that a visit would be in order.
When she approached the counsellor about it, he asked her simply, "Would you like others to gawk at you under such conditions?"
"No, No, I think not." He had smiled then and continued, "If you wish, we can set down on paper a contract of exactly what you would like to try. This would include a word and or a gesture that would say 'Stop' and all activity would cease. We would also include when you would come and go but once in, you either stay in or you leave. There is no exploring outside the premises."
The counsellor finished by adding, "All this would be to make you as comfortable as possible on your first stay. Do keep in mind that these people know what they are doing but that they are there to serve you."
It took another couple of weeks for Belinda to mull over what she wanted to do and how far she was willing to go. But, in the end, she wrote down what she wanted, her safe word and gesture and when she was to enter and exit The Institute.
She was also careful to make a copy of what she was doing and put it in an envelope. She gave the envelope to a lawyer who was not to open it until either she instructed him to or a specific date passed with no word from her.
It was, she said to him, part of some confidential negotiations...
Chapter Two – Preparation
The day that Belinda was to start her four hour stay at The Institute, she arrived at her counsellor's office, as per their arrangement.
As stipulated, she wore a cheap nondescript suit. The kind no one would ever usually see her in.
Belinda was quite nervous and she found her anticipation of this trip was every bit as exciting as a business meeting with a powerful competitor.
An automobile arrived and chauffeured her to The Institute. It went directly into the garage.
When she exited the automobile, there were three men in dark business suits to greet her. Two of the men were absolutely huge. Their muscularity and personal power radiated off of them like a sun radiates heat.
The smallest of the three stepped forward and smiled as her greeted her.
"Ah, Belinda, I am here to make sure your stay is all you would want it to be." He said not unkindly.
"Please follow me." The unnamed man said before turning and walking out of the garage and down a short hall.
Belinda, feeling quite unnerved, followed with the two giants a step behind her.
A young woman in a maid's uniform opened the first door and stepped out.
The man stopped and said, "Please be so kind as to follow Matilda. She will show you what to do."
He stepped back and Belinda followed the young woman into the room. It was a large room and Matilda held up a white sauna wrap. She looked expectantly at Belinda.
"You want me to get undressed and get into that?" An incredulous Belinda asked.
The maid and smiled and nodded.
"Oh no, I think there has been a mistake!" Belinda said, now that she was having second thoughts.
Belinda turned back to the door to the garage and opened it. The three men were standing, expectantly, on the other side.
"We thought you might be reluctant." The small man said to her in a soft menacing voice.
He commanded the two hulks, "Prepare her and be quick about it."
The two men smiled, mean smiles upon their craggy faces, as they stepped toward her.
She gasped and inadvertently stepped back. Before she could do anything, one man grabbed her and spun her so that her back was to him. The second giant proceeded to rip her clothes off!
Between the two men, Belinda Daniels, leader in business and community affairs was stripped naked in a matter of seconds.
"No, no, stop that...Don't you dare!" She cried out timidly.
Her wrists were bound together and secured above her head by a rope that appeared from seemingly nowhere.
Her legs were tied wide apart leaving her vulnerable to whatever perverted desire these people had in mind.
