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Chapter 1, an introduction to a femdom story about an incredibly magnificent

New York model who knows how to get her way.   Subsequent chapters in

progress. Opinions/comments greatly appreciated.  Future chapters will not be

suitable for the under 18 or the squeamish (I promise).  Hope you enjoy!

 

Chapter 1

 

I will never forget the day.  It was a rainy Manhattan morning when she came

into my magazine's office to show her modeling portfolio.  I thought I was

actually developing something of an immunity to the endless stream of

seemingly perfect young women trying to plead their way onto our fashion

pages.  I actually felt sorry for some of them, the ones who were indeed

quite beautiful, but lacked that magic camera presence that would get them

the big break they wanted so much.

 

With my 10 AM showing, however, there was no doubt.  I knew before 10:01 that

the tall, dark, supremely healthy looking young woman standing before me was

magical and then some.  The top of her head was adorned by shiny as silk

straight black hair parted in the middle and caressing on two sides one of

the most magnetic faces I had ever seen.  Her large brown eyes were riveting

with their clarity.  Her luminous skin covered her modest but beautifully

curved cheekbones.  Her nose was cute without being overly girlish, but it

was her mouth and lips that seemed best able to immediately focus the

totality of my attention being drawn to her.  Her lips were soft, full and

symmetrical.  Her perfect teeth were snow white, and the only lines on her

face were two exquisite, long dimples that suddenly appeared to increase the

delight of her flawless smile.

 

She wore a black sleeveless shirt.  You could see the outline of her shoulder

and arm musculature without any threat of excess bulk detracting from her

femininity.  She obviously ate right and exercised regularly, as they say.

 Her breasts were round, proud and in perfect proportion for a basically

slender young woman.  They demanded attention but at the same time were so

perfectly matched to the rest of her young body that they seemed to do

nothing as much as draw you into the total package.  She wore jeans, which is

unusual for a portfolio showing, and it spoke to a well justified internal

confidence.  I had never seen any woman who could command every line and

crease of Guess Who jeans into perfection.  A virtual symphony of straight

lines and curves that sang out her female virtues the same way that Pavoratti

would sing an aria.  Every fold was perfect, but the part covering her high,

proud ass cheeks was creaseless.  Her firm young glutes held camp

magnificently beneath the seemingly glowing denim, with perfect roundness and

without the first hint of any excess body fat.  Even the slight dip over her

crack was highlighted magnificently  Her entire lower body was as wondrous as

you would expect something connected to the rest of her to be.

 

"Hello, I'm Courtney Synklar."

 

Her voice came across like soft brushed velvet.  Mildly husky and alluring,

but direct and with perfect diction.  I had been working with female models

for years now, and I thought it was impossible for me to be overwhelmed

anymore.  I was wrong.

 

We sat down and went over her portfolio.  Although poorly shot and with the

all the wrong clothes, it was obvious that this young woman had what it takes

to light up a page. My only hope was that my reaction to her overwhelming

sensuality was not equally as obvious.  I imagined that all men she met were

probably similarly affected, and perhaps it was nothing unusual or noticeable

for her.  As it turned out, I was again wrong.

 

It was almost a relief for me when her appointment time was up. She closed

her book and almost knocked me over with a perfectly executed smile.

 Impossibly as it seemed, she was becoming more beautiful as time went by.

Not wanting to overplay my hand from a professional standpoint, I gave her my

card and told her that we would be in touch. She seemed to deliberately brush

my hand as she took the card and I noticed that my hand absolutely tingled

from her touch.  She leveled me with yet another smile and turned to walk

away slowly.  I was positively stunned by the poetry of her ass and legs as

she walked towards the door.  As she was almost out, she suddenly turned

towards me with a knowing smile that seemed to go right through me.

 

"Yes?"  I asked,

 

"Oh, nothing," she seemed to grinned mischievously , "nothing at all."

 

She silently left and the door closed slowly behind her.  I slumped in my

seat with my head in my hand and tried to regain my composure.  I had spent

endless days looking at alluring pictures  of sexy young models, but this

girl was made up of something different.  She was really gonna be a super

star.

 

				***

 

"Steve -- there's a Miss Synklar on the phone." The message on my intercom

sent a jolt through my body.  It had been two days since our meeting, but I

had not yet felt ready to deal with this incredible vision.  Now she was

calling me.  I cleared my throat and tried to still my racing heart as I

picked up the phone.

 

"Hello, Courtney, how are you?"

 

"Fine, Steve, thank you for asking.  I was wondering if you could do me a

little favor."  The sound of her clear, strong reassured voice again filled

my mind with the vision of her magnificence, instantly wiping out 48 hours of

hard fought denial.  Favor...  She had said something about a favor.  I think

I said "Yes" into the phone.

 

"Could you look at a new outfit I bought?  I would really like your opinion.

 I'm in the neighborhood, I could be right down."

 

I wasn't ready to see her again, but I heard my voice say "Sure" into the

phone.  Well, maybe I'll see that she is merely human after all and I can get

over this immature obsession, I thought hopefully.

 

Fifteen minutes later she was at my door again.  I was surprised, however, in

that she wasn't wearing any new fashion outfit, nor was she carrying

anything.  She majestically strode in wearing slacks and a sweater and took a

seat across from my desk.

 

I started to make small talk but she suddenly cut me off.

 

"I should explain, Steve.  Ever since I was a little girl, I know I have a

strong effect on men.  When I was eight years old this boy in my class

volunteered to lie down in a mud puddle so that I could walk over him and not

get my feet wet.  I walked over him slowly and didn't even bother to say

thanks.  Ever since then I have been able to spot submissive men a mile away.

 I never miss, do I Steve?"

 

Every muscle in my body tensed up and I missed at least one breath.  She was

right, I had a submissive streak and had secretly visited professional

dominatrixes, but found the experience unsatisfying.  I kept that part of my

life totally apart from my everyday life, and, up to now I had hoped, secret.

 

"Submissive?  Well, I..um..what.." I was stammering now, unable to form a

complete sentence.  I felt small beads of perspiration forming on my

forehead.

 

She looked at me ashen face and bowled me over with a major, knowing smile.

 Beautiful eyes flashing, skin glowing, exquisite dimples operating.  A full

assault that seemed to overpower me.  She got up from her chair.

 

"Steve, I can feel your fascination with my ass as strongly as if someone was

shining a light in my eyes.  I'll now give you ten seconds to crawl over

here, kneel down behind me and ask me politely if you may be allowed to kiss

my ass."  She focused her eyes to drill in her instructions, dazzling me.

 

"Wha..What are you..."  my stammering went on, actually deteriorating in

quality.

 

"Don't be a little fool" her crisp forceful tones easily brushed aside my

weak whimpering, "do it now or forget about it forever.  You have eight

seconds left, Steve.  Seven...."  Her eyes held me captive, seeming to beam

her words right into my brain, bypassing any part of me that might have been

able to resist.  I stood up.

 

"Crawl! You heard me!  Six..."

 

I found myself on my knees, moving towards her. She kept her eyes on my me,

as much to keep me in her spell as to monitor my progress.  I crawled towards

her, and noticed that she made no effort to turn or to make my humiliating

trip easier in any way.  I found myself kneeling behind her.  The incredible

sight of her perfect jeans clad backside now filled my entire field of

vision. I could see every seam, every stitch.  Up close, the irresistible

appeal of her lower body seemed outright frightening..

 

"Do you have something you would like to ask me, Steve?"

 

My mouth was completely dry, but I managed to summon up the following words

"Yes, may I please be allowed to kiss your ass?"  I couldn't believe what was

happening.

 

She turned suddenly.  I felt an internal pain as her ass was removed from my

sight.

 

"I don't think so."  She reached down and pulled up my chin with her right

hand so that I would get the full effect of her beaming eyes once again.  "I

just wanted to get all that out on the table so that we can do business in a

more...direct ..manner from now on.  I felt that the natural order of things

needed to be established openly.  Don't you agree?  Don't you feel better

already?"

 

"Yes", I said, the overbearing truth of what she had said being too strong to

fight.

 

"I thought so. 3225 E 76th Street.  Apartment 23A.  Tonight, 9 PM.  I'll have

worked out and will be hungry, so bring me the Hunan bean curd with mixed

vegetables and an egg roll from the Empire Hunan Palace on 81st street.  I'll

fill you in on some details then."

 

  ****

 

End Chapter 1. Will finish up ASAP if anyone is interested (Will abandon if I

don't hear anything)  Since it is Xmas, I'll even take requests if anyone

would like some specific turn of events. The more humiliating, the better!

 What should happen?  Please advise.

 

Thanks!

 

   -Steve

 

 

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Hiya.  This is chapter two of Courtney.  A lovely young woman who likes to

have her way.  This chapter involves mostly feet worship, but subsequent

chapters will cover other areas  of femdom.  I haven't written them yet and

am open for requests.  I love getting comments and questions. Don't try any

of this stuff at home, and if you are 18, go read the Power Ranger's board

instead of this story.  :)

  

 

****

Chapter 2

 

Courtney turned and left the room without looking back.  If she had she would

have seen me still on my knees trying to put some perspective on what had

just happened.  This dark young Goddess had just used her piercing big brown

eyes to see right through me, right down to my well hidden submissive streak.

 She had driven me to my knees, reduced me to a crawling animal simply by

offering me the thought of submissively kissing her regal ass.  Then, as I

humbly crawled over and abjectly pleaded for the right to press my lips

against her butt, she withdrew, cruelly denying me the fruits of my

humiliation.

 

Then there were her instructions to meet her on 76th street at 8, bringing

Chinese food, no less.  I thought about it for a while.  I could just ignore

and try to forget the whole thing.  I tried to get up off my knees but was

stopped by the fact that my cock was still rock hard, a full ten minutes

after she had left.  All she had done was ask me if I wanted to kiss her ass,

and my cock got so hard it seemed like it would never go down.  I realized I

no longer had a decision to make.  I was delightfully overmatched.  I would

be there at 8, Chinese food and all.  This Goddess deserved it and was more

than worth it.

 

It was already after six, so I hurried home to take a shower (cold) and to

get ready.  I dutifully stopped at the anointed Chinese place and got her the

Hunan bean curd and the egg roll as ordered.  I got to the building she

mentioned at exactly the right time and rang the bell for 23E.  No one

answered.  Was she sending me on a wild goose chase?  I waited outside,

wondering if I had been had and should just leave.  Finally, a half hour

later, as I was about to sulk home, I took a look east. She was walking

towards me.  It was a sight that I will never forget.  Her long black hair

was pulled back in a pony tail.  She was wearing nothing more that a jogging

bra on top.  Her breasts were larger that I had imagined and were very high,

proud and round, covered my a thin film of glowing perspiration.  As

promised, she had just come from working out.  Her perfectly flat mid section

was exposed, showing the subtle muscular effects of endless crunches.  She

wore rather flimsy red nylon shorts.  Her legs were incredibly smooth and

enticing.  Beautiful firm thighs, thin knees and highly developed calves.  It

was obvious that this was someone blessed with great genetics and determined

to make the most of them.  She carried nothing except an Evian bottle, her

keys on a string around her neck.

 

I said nothing as she approached, in part because I didn't know what to say,

in part because the sight of her had caused my mouth to go bone dry but

mostly because I was more interested in hearing what she had to say.  Which,

as it turned out, wasn't much.

 

She took the bag out of my hand and peered inside.  "Damm! It got cold, oh

well, you can nuke it for me.  Lets go."

 

She walked in front of me up the short flight of stairs to her lobby.  I

could not take my eyes off her flimsy red shorts, cut so that the slightest

hints of her firm cheeks played themselves at the bottom and with a slide

slit that allowed a peek of just a few more inches of her silky yet firm

upper thighs.  It was overwhelming.  I could not imagine what was to come

next.  As she neared the top stair she suddenly turned to me and smiled.

 

"Excited about dinner?"  she asked.  And with that she turned again and gave

her butt a deliberate shake as she climbed the last stair.  I managed to

remain silent.

 

She said nothing but hummed contentedly as we rode up in the elevator,

checking her mail.  We entered her apartment silently.  It was a rather

modest one bedroom, with a combination living room/kitchen.  Typical east

side.  The living room had been painted unusual colors and there was a hand

painted heavy metal type mural on wall.  She put the food in the microwave

switched on MTV and turned to me.  I could tell that her eyes were on high

beam and that she was going to communicate with me at a very primal level.

 My gut tightened.

 

"Steve, I want you to listen to me.  I've been through this before, and I

know what I am talking about.  Listen to me -- all you have to do is follow

your honest desires and I can fulfill your greatest fantasies.  If you want

to fight against yourself then you can leave right now and never know what I

might have been able to do for you.  As you can see by looking at me, I am

not your garden variety type of girl.  And that is only me at the surface.

There is more inside as you will see, much to experience if you can trust

your instincts.  Are you okay with this so far?"

 

"Yes, go on." It seemed like the right thing to say.  The bell on the

microwave went off.

 

"It has to cool for a few seconds" she said. "Let me show you around my

little abode here."  She took my hand, and I almost gasped at the mere touch

of her hand.  She smiled knowingly and took me into the bedroom.  There was

one full size bed on the floor in the corner.  On the walls were various

pictures of her from modeling shoots, as well as her in various athletic

pursuits including some impressive collegiate gymnastic shots.  There was a

book case with a number of Psychology books and a diploma from Brown.  This

gym club goddess was also highly educated.

 

"I'm doing graduate work at Columbia now" she said.  It unnerved me the way

she seemed to always know what I was thinking.

 

"Very impressive" I answered, my powers of speech slowly returning.

 

We went back to the living room/kitchen.  She took her dinner out of the

microwave and plopped down with a fork on the couch.

 

"So, the way I see it, Steve, and I am sure you will agree, is that we have

something to talk about.  I know I have a lot to offer you.  Fortunately for

you, you can do something for me, namely, get me onto the pages of your

magazine."

 

"Well"..I began to protest the way she so easily assumed that I would

jeopardize my job for her.  She was only about 5'6", a full 4-5 inches

shorter than most of our models.  And, while her athletic body drove me wild,

most of designers still wanted the skinny waif type.

 

"Don't worry about it" she interrupted.  Again, she mysteriously knew what I

was thinking.  "Ohmigosh.  I really had a great workout today.  45 minutes of

aerobics, the Stair Master, and then I worked chest and back.  I am pooped.

 Come here, will you?"

 

I walked towards her, mesmerized by the way she glowed from her workout.

 

"On your knees, silly!  Do I look like the kind of person you should approach

standing up?"  She crossed her legs seductively, her nylon shorts creeping up

another seductive inch.  I got on my knees.  She picked at the bean curd.

 

"Be a dear and take off my Reeboks, will ya?"  she said in between bites.  I

had not yet seen her feet but the mere thought of them drove me wild.  With

mildly shaking hands, I began to untie her sneakers.  She continued to eat

and watch MTV. .I pulled one off her right Reebok slowly, afraid that if I

made a sudden move the entire situation would suddenly disappear and my dream

would be over.  Her right foot, as perfect as the rest of her, slowly emerged

from her workout sneaker.  The scent of her foot's perspiration temporarily

overwhelmed me.  She smiled, put down her food and leaned forward.  She took

the sneaker from me and held it in front of my nose.

 

"Breath deep, Steven."

 

She needn't have said anything.  My body was reacting involuntarily, my lungs

compressed and expanded like a machine, doing everything they could to get

the enchanting odor of her damp sneaker into my body as soon as possible.  I

vaguely knew that I was hyperventilating but could do nothing to help myself.

 I had never known such ecstasy.

 

Somewhere, I could hear her voice.  It seemed to come from all directions,

yet I could hear every sound distinctly.

 

"This, my dear, is the smell of my sweaty Reeboks.  You, seem, ahem, to be

enjoying it.  There is plenty more where this comes from.  Hell, I work out 2

hours a day.  I take it you are going to behave yourself from now on?"

 

I was too busy trying to get every sweaty molecule out of her sneaker to

respond, but I heard her winning laugh.

 

"I'll take that silence as a Yes.  By the way, I have two feet, if you could

just pull yourself away for a second."  She pulled the sneaker from my face

and I dutifully repeated the same with the second sneaker.  The fresh sent of

a newly released foot again drove me to the highest level of ecstasy.  She

went back to her Chinese vegetables.

 

"Peel the socks off, will ya?"

 

I fulfilled her order as best I could, gently peeling the warm dark socks off

each foot, trying not to gasp at the sight of her perfect feminine feet.  She

stuck her legs out straight and looked at them, seemingly unaware that they

were about an inch away from my frustrated nose.

 

"Wow! Look how sweaty I got.  That aerobics was really hot tonight.  Its a

good thing you're here.  She lowered them to the floor.

 

"Lick the sweat off my feet."

 

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.  I looked up at her as she

contentedly poked around at her food.

 

"What are ya waiting for, Christmas?"

 

I held her right foot reverently and began to lick up and down the arches.

 It was exquisite. I could not believe what this woman was doing to me,

reducing me to a foot licking slave in a matter of minutes.

 

"Do the bottoms, too, they are really dirty and sweaty. You'll love it!" she

giggled for the first time.

 

I was busy licking every inch of her sweaty feet.  The tops, the bottoms, in

between the toes.  She was driving me to new levels of spiritual pleasure,

simply by having me clean her perspiring feet with my tongue.

 

"Do me a favor, will ya?  Go to the freezer and get an ice cube."

 

I didn't know why she would ask for such a thing, but I knew that it was in

my best interests to obey her.  I got up, and slightly woozy from my

experience, did as she said.  I returned to her with the ice cube in my hand.

 

"Its not for me, its for you"  she said.  "Rub it on your tongue.  I like a

cold tongue on my feet."

 

I did as she said, alternating licks between the ice and her divine feet.

 The ice cube numbed my tongue, but I knew better than to complain,  Besides,

the delightful feel of her hot feet quickly returned everything to

perfection.

 

I later figured out that this went on for about a half hour, but in my

condition time was meaningless.  At about 10 there was a knock on her door

and it opened slowly.  I was embarrassed, and wondered how I would disguise

the fact that I had been on my knees servicing her as I had.  She knowingly

put her hand on my head, effectively communicating that there was no need to

worry.

 

I looked up to see a very attractive blonde woman had entered the room.  I

noticed that she didn't seem overly shocked to see me worshipfully kneeling

before Courtney. The blonde was quite attractive, with wavy hair down to her

shoulders and a body that was feminine but somewhat thicker than Courtney's.

 She must have been about 5'5" about 135 or so.

 

"Another one!"  The blonde laughed.  "You find these guys like a magnet,

Court!"

 

"What can I say?  Its a curse."  Courtney answered as she got up, suddenly

ignoring me.  She put her arm around the blonde.

 

"Caroline, this is Steve, he is the photo editor at Marvelle.  I guess you

can say that we have developed a very good working relationship already.  He

understands our relative positions."

 

Courtney looked down at me, looking pleased.  "Steve, this is Caroline.

 Caroline and I are, well, lets just say that we are quite close."

 

*****

End, Chapter 2.

 

Like I said, other aspects of femdom (cross dressing, public humiliation, and

maybe toilet games will follow)

 

Opinions/Comments greatly appreciated and, as I said, I take requests!

 

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*****

Chapter 3

Hiya, this is Chapter 3 of Courtney, a beautiful young woman who knows what

she does to men and gladly uses it to have her way.  Thanks to everyone who

has sent comments.  I am trying to do most of what you have asked and more,

except I am not sure if I can do some of the more exotic tortures.  Please

keep the cards and letters coming!

 

Author's note: I've made a character change.  At the end of chapter 2, 

Courtney's friend Caroline, described as a blonde, entered the room as 

Steve was licking Courtney's feet.  I've changed that character into a 5 

foot 2 Asian woman, incredibly cute, tight body.  And her name is now Tina.  

Sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused! (But hey, you get what 

you pay for!)  In this chapter, the guy fully capitulates in front of the 

two women, and there is some mild femminization.  More on that next 

chapter.  This chapter is largely pyschological humiliation/surrender.

   ***************************

Chapter 3

 

Courtney and Tina hugged and kissed in a way that got me wondering.  Tina 

then backed away a few inches and suddenly stopped smiling.

 

"Wait, I thought we talked about this, Court! You said you were going to 

give up your ....your hobby, or whatever you call it.  Remember? You 

promised to leave these poor guys alone for awhile."  Tina made a 

dismissive wave at me, still down on my knees looking up.

 

"I know, I know, but he is the photo editor at Marvelle, Tina, do you know 

what that means?  Do you know what I can do with him?  This could be my big 

break..  Pay off those tuition loans and everything!  And look at how cute 

he is.  He is a little sweetie!  You should have seen him in his big fancy 

office.  He actually crawled on his hands and knees when I asked him if he 

wanted to kiss my ass."  She stopped and put her hand on Tina's forearm. 

"And then he stopped right at my ass and asked permission!  A perfect 

gentleman, I tell ya!"

 

"Did you let him?"  Tina's lips seemed to soften just a bit.

 

"Of course not!  On the first date? No way!"  They both laughed.

 

Tina stopped laughing and gave Courtney an 'I don't know' kind of look.

 

Courtney turned to me and said "Lets show her, Steve, lets show her what 

happened in your office, okay?"  She was nodding enthusiastically.

 

At first the thought of repeating that degrading episode in front of this 

pretty young Asian woman made me shudder.  Then Courtney walked in front of 

me.  Her red nylon gym shorts delicately draped her Stairmaster toned young 

buns. Her upper thighs still glowed with a thin film of perspiration from 

her workout, and a few droplets of sweat arranged themselves in a curved 

line on a half inch of visible left cheek..  I gasped audibly.  Tina was 

shaking her head, a knowing smile the only emotion on her finely detailed 

face.

 

Courtney walked a few feet a way and turned to face me. "Okay Steve, be a 

good little boy and crawl over here.  Show Tina just how we did it in the 

office."

 

The sight of her soft damp buttocks still burned on my retinas, I 

involuntarily began crawling towards them.  She didn't move an inch.  

Suddenly I was reliving the office experience a second time.  I again 

stopped an inch from the red nylon paradise, transfixed.

 

"See, Tina, he wants to kiss my ass so badly but he just stops an inch away 

because he knows he doesn't have my permission.  Now *thats* obedience!"

 

Courtney took a step away.  Supremely focused as I was, I leaned forward in 

a misguided effort to maintain my proximity to the vision in red before me.  

My legs refused to move, and I tumbled forward.  I would have landed on my 

face if it hadn't been for the inspired hard-on that I had developed.  That 

is what broke my fall, however painfully.  I doubled up, on my side, 

writhing.

 

The two girls broke into absolute gales of laughter watching me role on the 

floor.

 

"See what I mean!" Courtney said to Tina.

 

"Yeah, okay, that was cute" Tina agreed between giggles, seeming to warm to 

me just a bit.  "What kind of body does he have?"

 

"STRIP!" Courtney beamed down at me.  I looked up, feelings slowly 

returning to my groin.  I looked up at Tina, also.  Who was this girl to be 

treating me like a lost puppy her friend had dragged home, wanting to 

'inspect' me.

 

"NOW, STEVE!"

 

I had not seen that look in Courtney's eyes before.  There was no nonsense, 

no trace of the mirth that she had been showing just seconds before.  This 

was all business.  The entire day flashed before my eyes.  The way this 

beautiful girl intoxicated me in my office, without even laying a finger on 

me.  The way she looked in her gym suit, her luminous face, the scent of 

her Reeboks when she pushed it in front of my nose.  I began to unbutton my 

shirt.

 

"Good boy" Courtney said, her head nodding with approval at my decision.

 

Neither woman said much as I began disrobing.  They just gazed intently, 

not giving any indication of what they were thinking.  When I was down to 

my boxers, I looked at Courtney, hoping that I had done enough and could 

stop.  She merely motioned me to continue.  I removed the boxers and my 

engorged cock was finally free.

 

Both women giggled when they saw my throbbing hard on.  "Ohmigosh, no 

*wonder* you were rolling on the floor!" Tina walked up to me, glancing up 

and down at my completely naked body, paying increased attention to my now 

seemingly permanent erection.  She looked at me and said something most 

quizzical; "Parlez vous France?"

 

Those were the only three words I knew in French.  I shook my head no, 

wondering why my knowledge of foreign languages would be relevant, 

undressed as I was before her.

 

She then turned to Courtney and, to my dismay, the two of them began 

conversing in seemingly fluent French.  The sudden knowledge that these two 

intelligent women had the ability to fully converse without me 

understanding a thing made my nakedness seem like only a small part of my 

ever increasing vulnerability.  They continued talking.  I assumed they 

were talking about me, but didn't have the faintest clue as to what they 

were so casually discussing.

 

Finally, Tina said "Okay" in English and walked into the bedroom.  Courtney 

came up to me.  I wanted to ask her what was going on, but didn't want to 

risk displeasing her in any way.

 

She put her hand on my shoulder, sending pulses of pleasure throughout my 

nervous system. "Steve, you wanna stay with me, right?   Think of all the 

fun we can have."  I nodded affirmatively, knowing that my audibly pounding 

heartbeat was also giving my answer for me.

 

Courtney continued, in full control as always.  "Well, Tina and I have been 

together for awhile, and she is sort of funny sometimes.  She likes you, 

but she is cautious and she wants to see you give yourself to me fully, 

tonight.

 

I tried to summon up the breath to ask her what she meant.

 

"What I mean is that you have to declare tonight that you irreversibly want 

to be my slave and will be completely obedient and subservient to me, 

completely in my control for a long as I want you to be, with no power to

hurt me whatsoever."

 

I looked at her and focused my mind on the word 'How?'

 

She looked at me and smiled.  "Well, we have this little ceremony we do.  

Its a little like getting married.  You'll do this for me, won't you Steve?  

For me?"

 

Tina walked back into the room, carrying to my shock, a video camera.

 

Adrenaline being what it is, my power of speech returned "No, Please!" I 

shouted, trying in vain to cover my nakedness.

 

I feared that Courtney was going to shout back at me, increasing my 

dilemma.  Instead, she reached down for one of her still damp gym socks and 

began using it to gently wipe away the sweat that had gathered on my face.

 

"Steve, trust me, its the only way.  Once we have you on tape you won't 

have to worry yourself with any silly thoughts of ever disobeying me.  

You'll know that I have the complete power to ruin you.  Don't you want 

that Steve?  Don't you want that closeness?  Do you *want* to disobey me, 

Steve?"

 

She dropped the sock she was using on my face and picked up the other one, 

untainted by anything except the delicious perspiration from her workout.  

She held it over my nose and mouth.

 

"Breathe in, Hon, this should help you.  Don't you want to be here for me 

when I get home from my work out every day?  Don't you like me?"

 

The sheer intoxication of her presence, multiplied by her clever assault on 

my sense of smell, coupled with the day's tumultuous events began to prove 

to much.  Feeling woozy, I slumped on the couch, lying on my back, my cock 

still standing at attention like an antenna.

 

I heard Tina's voice, camera in hand.  "Well?"

 

Courtney leaned over my heaving, prostate body.  "You're doing the right 

thing, Steve, you're a doll."  She turned to Tina and said "He's ready.  Go

for it."

 

Tina gave out a victorious "Alright!", put down the camera and took out a 

tube of lipstick.  Rather than using it on my face, however, she began 

writing on my chest.  "What's your last name?  Date of Birth?" she asked.

 

I gave her the requisite information, still not understanding her strange 

ways.  I felt her writing something on my chest.  Then, my identification 

apparently completed, she moved up on the face and began using the lipstick 

on me in a more conventional manner.  I heard Courtney laugh "I wanna do 

his eyes.  He is mine, you know!"

 

"Take it easy" Tina said, not missing a stroke on my compliant lips.  "You 

want him to look good for the 'wedding' pictures, don't you?  There! Thats 

the look for him."  She stood back, admiring her handiwork.

 

"Okay, my turn.  I want him to look hot for this.  Hand me the mascara."  I

had never seen Courtney more beautiful nor more psyched.

 

I was aware that Courtney was applying some make up to me, but her mere 

presence was the only high I felt.  "Be still!" she commanded every time I 

twitched.  "There! What do you think, Tina?"

 

Tina laughed "Well, a little slutty for my taste, but, well, he's your 

slave, so what do I care."

 

"Well. you only get enslaved once, he should be a little on the wild side.  

Okay, shoot!"

 

Tina came over me, camera whirling.  I tried to look away but was ordered 

by Courtney to smile.  I obeyed.  I looked down to see what Tina had 

written on my chest.  It said 'Steve Quintin, DOB 4/15/65'.  So I was 

properly identified for the camera.  There was another line beneath it that 

I was able to make out as "Worthless, wimpy male slut slave".  Somewhere in 

the back of my mind I could imagine the position I was putting myself in, 

but I was beyond caring.

 

Courtney came back with a ruler for what she called the 'measurement'.  She 

then held it next to my cock while Tina shot a side view, a humiliating mug 

shot of my penis.  There seemed no end to my predicament.

 

"Steve, please lie down on the floor for me.  On your stomach." Courtney 

asked/ordered as she laced back on one Reebok.  I obeyed without even 

thinking, lying before her.  She put her sneaker clad foot on the side of 

my head, pressing it into the ground.  Tina came around with the camera, 

asking me to "Smile so they can see my nice eye makeup and lipstick."

 

Courtney began speaking in her most authoritarian tone.  "Tell the camera

that 

you are a worthless slave, Steve".  I was unable to comply.

 

She ground her sneaker in a bit, pressing me against the cold floor.  

"Listen, silly, its over, get it?  We already have you naked, wearing 

lipstick and eye makeup with your name and condition scrawled against your 

chest.  We know where you work and who you work with, its over already, 

don't be a fool and stop now, get ruined for nothing.  Besides, I thought 

you *wanted* to be my slave.  Don't you like me?"  She ground her foot in a 

bit more, punctuating her impeccable logic.

 

"Yes, I do"  I blurted.  Tina turned on the camera.

 

"What do you want, Steve?"

 

"I want to be your slave.  I want to worship and serve you and obey."

 

"And what are you?  Careful now!"

 

"I am an inferior worthless male slut wimp."

 

"Got it! Good one!" Tina stood up.

 

"Smart man" Courtney said, removing her sneaker but leaving an imprint on 

the side of my face.  I lay there motionless.  The two triumphant women 

began conversing in French again, leaving me in the dark, but they did begin 

looking at my face and I imagined that they were critiquing the makeup job 

they had done.

 

Finally, Courtney knelt down beside me and gave me the low down.  Putting a 

hand on my shoulder, she said "Guess what, my new property!  We are going 

out to celebrate our new arrangement tomorrow!  Girls night out!  All three 

of us! Isn't that great? We can't wait to show everybody your pretty eye 

makeup and lipstick, but you probably need some new clothes, so meet us 

tomorrow outside the Victoria's Secret place on Madison and 67th tomorrow 

at 2.  Got that hon?  Now, you have to go, Tina and I have some celebrating 

of our own to do.  Congratulations, property!

 

I looked at her, holding the videotape like a trophy.  We all knew that I

would be there tomorrow as she asked.

 

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End of Chpat 3.  Girls Night Out is next.  Then whatever else we can think

of.  Requests still considered!