Foreword
This tale has elements that are Maledom and elements that are Femdom.
'The Institute -- A Description' is exactly the same as in my first two stories in this series.
The new stuff begins with 'Chapter One -- Wager'.
The naughty bits begin with 'Chapter Two -- Dilemma'.
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 -- Wager
Carl Weatherly and Wanda Corbinetti had been friends for a long time. He had met her at their lawyer's office party when she had first started up The Institute.
He was the president of a large consortium that regularly used a law firm outside of its own company when arranging certain deals with companies or individuals that Carl's firm could not officially deal with (without legal questions being asked).
Wanda had been there for Carl when his last marriage had broken down. She had witnessed first hand how both Carl and his ex had lashed out in anger and frustration.
Among other things they had said things that were difficult to take back.
Wanda had made it a point to remain Carl's friend because she honestly believed him to be a good and decent man. She regarded his ex as a good and decent woman who was simply misguided.
But all that was now in the past.
Today they were in one of the uppermost suites that Wanda used as her home at The Institute. They were playing cards and Carl was winning. As usual he was also flirting outrageously with Wanda; something he had not done until they were both single.
She knew that he wanted her but on his terms. Something she would never agree to.
"So, what say we up the wager, Wanda?" Carl said confidently.
He was already ahead by a goodly sum and the last thing he really expected was for her to agree.
"All right!" Wanda said with equal confidence, "I bet that if I win you will have to submit to me...unconditionally!"
In this case, partly because Wanda knew what Carl liked and partly because he trusted her, 'unconditionally' meant 'until the 'safe' word was used. It wasn't actually unconditional at all but that they would say it, lent an air of excitement to it.
Carl's jaw dropped with rare surprise. He had been serviced at The Institute since his divorce several times but never by Wanda. Quickly recovering, he answered her.
"If I win, you will submit to me...unconditionally." He said with a calm he did not truly feel.
Carl paused before asking again in a rare (for him) move, "Are you sure you want to do this, Wanda?"
Wanda laughed and said, "This is a rare thing for you Carl...I mean they call you 'Hard Core Weatherly'...For you to give someone a second chance is very unusual...But yes, I am willing to take this risk."
Then she asked, for the second time, "Are you ready to submit to me...Really ready, Carl?"
He sighed and smiled, "Yes, I suppose I am...No wait...I am definitely ready to submit to you but I'm even more ready to claim your lips...Both sets!"
Wanda smiled then, a real smile before returning her thoughts to the game at hand.
Things were going along nicely and just as she had hoped.
They played for another hour. Carl lost. It wasn't even close. Where he had been winning before, Wanda simply ran him to ground, as it were.
When they were finished and he had lost, he tried a bluff.
"Strip down, Ms. Corbinetti and I'll give you the ride of your life!" He had said eagerly.
She laughed and responded back, "I won and I call the shots...unless you want to renege on our deal?"
"No, I'll honour my word." He said simply.
At a signal that Carl missed, two very large women in black suits and white dress shirts with black ties suddenly appeared.
"Prepare him!" Wanda said coldly, as she turned her back to the man.
The bigger of the two motioned for Carl to follow her. The smaller fell into step behind him. The three left without another word.
After they had left, Wanda stepped over to her house phone and picking it up, asked, "Well...Is all in readiness?"
She smiled a cruel smile as she replaced the receiver.
Tonight was going to be a good night. It had certainly started on a good note, anyway.
Chapter Two -- Dilemma
The two big women had taken Carl down to a nearly empty room deep within The Institute. There they had stripped him and bound him standing spread-eagled. He stood in one half of the large semi-lit room.
With four winches on the ceiling and floor, they secured his arms and legs apart. A fifth winch was attached to a head piece that contained a bit gag. He could see and his speech was only slightly garbled.
Carl knew what The Institute did but he had mostly been a vanilla up until this point. The only thing he had done was tie his partner to the bed with arms and legs apart.
After his last wife had left, he consoled himself mostly with his work. She would have consumed his every waking moment if he had not distracted himself with his work.
When that had not been enough, he had turned to Wanda's Institute and then only infrequently.
After the two big women left him nude and bound in the room. He had a little time to reflect before Wanda joined him.
This Wanda was a different woman than he had ever seen. She strutted into the room wearing a hot black corset with tall black boots.
Her face was a mask of cold imperious design.
Carl eyed her coolly, although he remained nude and bound.
"Every time I see you, it's the same thing!" Wanda began, her voice cold, "I see that you want her but you are too proud to talk to her."
"Did you know that she feels the same?" Wanda asked ominously, "I have kept on good terms with her, as well."
"Tonight, you will get a chance to punish each other." Wanda said with finality.
She stepped over to the door at the far end of the room and opened it.
"Bring her!" Wanda suddenly shouted through the open door.
The two big women came though the door with a blindfolded and nude woman between them. She was struggling against their grip but not too hard.
Wanda spoke to the blindfolded woman, "You have come here tonight to indulge yourself in your favourite fantasy but I have something else in mind."
Wanda waited as the two big women had the nude and blindfolded woman secured directly across from Carl, as he was secured. She was spread-eagled and nude; quite unable to move a muscle.
As a last gesture, Wanda stepped forward and removed her blindfold before speaking.
Dianne Weatherly, ex-wife of Carl Weatherly stood spread-eagled and nude, bit gagged across from her ex-husband.
Where he had not been aroused before, merely the sight of Dianne was enough to cause a semi-erection.
He tried to catch Wanda's eye, tried to speak to her and ask what was happening. He tried and failed!
Dianne gasped as she looked directly at her nude and similarly bound husband. Her eyes flared with fire and anger before Wanda had even uttered a word. Her eyes could not help but take in her ex-husbands splendid form, now totally revealed.
