It had been two days since I had come home from the spanking that I had received from Vanessa and I was as confused now as I had been then. I felt that I should flee from that dominating woman and try to see you again. As I thought of you I looked to your house and saw you walk hand and hand with a man and enter your house. Seeing you and feeling betrayed was too much for me and I felt again the rage beat in my breast as I watched your house. Then I felt a deep sob that shook my body as I wept with both sorrow and rage.
The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Paul you will come to my place at eight o'clock tonight," Vanessa spoke firmly and softly, once she had delivered her message she hung up not letting me say anything.
Without thought I began my preparations for tonight. At the appropriate time I drove to her unit and pulled to the kerb and stepped out of the car. I noticed three other cars in her driveway. Though I felt a nameless dread as I walked to her door but I also felt a sense of excitement and arousal. I wanted her to dominate me I realised and how it made everything so easy if she made all the decisions.
I knocked on the door and waited until Vanessa pulled it open wearing a skimpy halter top in gold that barely covered her breasts and wore a short miniskirt from which her long shapely legs stretched to high heels. She smiled that predatory smile at me again as she ushered me into the house and the other women on the couch looked at me with curiosity as I was brought to the centre of the room.
"Off with your clothes lover," the golden-haired woman commanded me.
I hesitated and noticed a look of anger pass across Vanessa's face and I began to fumble at the buttons of my clothes as I stripped for her and her friends. As I did so I watched the other women, both were in their thirties one a redhead and the other a brunette. Like Vanessa they had that look of the predator and they wore revealing outfits that allowed them to expose the maximum flesh for teasing and yet did not expose anything. Music started and I realised that Vanessa intended me to do a strip. I moved to the music as best as I could.
"He is a little disobedient," the brunette in a short black dress remarked.
" I have only started his training but I think he has promise," the blonde said.
"At least he has a good body," the redhead said as she looked at my naked chest.
They then stopped speaking as I pulled off my trousers and then my underwear. I moved to the music now and they watched as I danced naked before them. They did not even watch as they talked with each other. Suddenly the music stopped and Vanessa came over to me.
"That was good Paul. Did you enjoy showing off for my friends?" she asked me in a soft voice.
Remembering the last time I was here I realised that I would be punished if I did not answer so I said yes. Her hand smacked my ass loudly and she turned to me.
"When you are with me you will call me Mistress do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I burnt with the shame of my submission but I felt my cock becoming hard and aroused.
"Good. Now it is time that you met my friends," she said as she took me by my arm and led me over to the brunette who licked her lips suggestively. The sight of her made me shudder for some reason.
She had Italian features but a hard face that seemed out of place on something that was alive. I was told that her name was Bianca, next to her was the redhead whose face looked so innocent but when you looked into her eyes you realised she was wicked, she was called Marie. Each looked me over and examined me, touching me here and there as they did so. I felt like a horse or dog being examined and my face again burnt red.
"So what do you think girls," Vanessa asked.
"He has a nice cock, what's it like when it's hard," Marie asked.
"Well you should see it. Paul I want you to jerk off for my friends but your not allowed to cum," Vanessa remarked carelessly.
