The first thing that hit Victoria as the trio entered the boutique was
the rich smell of leather; the other two smiled as they watched her
touch and ponder over some of the tighter skirts and tops on display in
the shop that was viewed by the general public; they knew she had not
seen anything yet. They introduced her to Madam
Pompidou, who smiled broadly as the only other customer present, left
after browsing. Wanda giggled and took a puzzle
Victoria by the hand as Madam Pompidou strutted toward a rear corner of
the shop whilst they followed. She opened the door
and ushered the three in before closing it again.
Victoria was mesmerised by the outfits and accessories on display; there
were many people in this department which was twice the size of the
front shop, male and female. A stern looking woman pointed her meek male
companion to the sales counter with a complete authority over him.
The woman had evidently waited for a larger female audience to
maximise his humiliation; Madam Pompidou was no stranger to this sort of
disciplinary show, and was more than happy to take part.
The male held a small but severe looking bull-whip, and looked
down at the floor as he approached the counter. In contrast, the woman
who was without doubt his dominant mistress held her head high and
smiled with wicked satisfaction. Madam P strutted to
the counter and looked down her nose at the male before making her
announcement in a loud clear voice, so that all in the shop would hear.
“Your mistress has chosen well; this is a very pliable and versatile
whip, it will bring both of you much satisfaction.
Is mistress to treat you to it tonight?” The male
blushed in humiliation, but his cock bulged uncontrollably as he sensed
his mistress behind him, waiting for an appropriate answer, and three
other very assertive looking women, smiling and thoroughly enjoying
seeing him put in his place. His balls tingled with
a mixture of submissive pleasure and acute humiliation as he answered a
member of the superior gender.
“Yes Madam, mistress is to punish me tonight.” Madam
P. looked at him with a practised air of complete contempt, as she took
as long as possible in first checking that the whip was of the usual
flawless quality, by giving it a swift crack. The
male gulped and his cock poked rigidly at the supreme woman’s display.
“And will you enjoy your
punishment?” He cleared his throat and the audience
of women giggled with sheer delight at his wimpy and defeatist response.
“Yes Madam, I shall.” With a face now scarlet, he
struggled with his wallet as he paid for the whip.
His mistress had walked to the door and snapped her fingers at him to
make haste. She was very anxious to try her new accessory; her slave was
very close to coming as he left with his owner; the male’s danger of
spurting prematurely enhanced all the more by the trio applauding her
absolute authority as they left. Victoria was
overwhelmed by the male’s complete obedience; the attitude of the
male-servants that she had witnessed at Cherie’s house, was one thing;
they were ‘servants’ after all, and the mistress had some authority
anyway, but this male had her thong wet with excitement.
Wanda noticed her wild interest.
“Oh yes, most males are like that; we shall soon have them begging to
please you when we’ve found you a few outfits here!
You have to understand that being put in his place is just what excited
him most. You will soon learn how to do that without
Victoria’s pussy tingled as she slipped into an elegant cat-suit; the
smooth leather sliding up her smooth legs, and gripping her shapely body
tightly as she applied the zips. Her excited mound bulged through the
taut supple leather, showing her pleasure as she emerged from the
cubicle. Wanda and Cherie gasped at the transformation and licked their
lips; Victoria was a stunning sight; no male would be able to resist
her. They quickly helped her on with a pair of spiky stilettos, and a
black satin mask which covered her eyes, but allowed her pretty cheeks,
nose and lips full exposure. They complimented the outfit with a small
whip, before allowing Victoria to view herself in a full length mirror.
She beamed with a mixture of total joy and disbelief as she viewed
herself; her former life was now removed forever in her eyes, she
sneered at herself and gave the whip a healthy crack; she was now ready
to have a male worship her and pay for all those wasted years.
She gave a brief thought to her late husband and her former, grey
and staid life, as she paid for the many outfits she purchased from
Madam Pompidou with a tiny fraction of the funds he had left her with.
She was very grateful to him, but would now take complete control of her
own life and any further male she encountered, and she promised herself
she would treat herself to many suitors.
Eric’s cock rose again as he watched the three elegant women emerge from
the shop; there was something about Victoria in particular which already
held him with a passion; he hoped upon hope that ‘Club Zero’ would be
their destination also. He was like an excited child as he left the
café; the waiter grinned knowingly as he left; that patron would be more
than welcome as the waiter was more than pleased with his 20 Euro tip.
women packed their purchases into the car then drove over the headland
and down to the Plage de Pampelonne. They found a
secluded spot amongst the dunes and brush and changed into their
bikinis; Victoria could not hide her excitement at this new, and for
her, daring experience. The other two laughed as she bared her pert and
ample breasts to the sunshine, before applying the skimpiest of tops;
her nipples poking unashamedly through the fabric, and below, a
beautiful camel-toe on show through a tiny thong bottom.
Wanda and Cherie, similarly attired, the three oiled each other’s
bodies, donned their sunglasses and strolled to the beach-front.
Victoria used the shade of her sunglasses to good effect; yes glancing
sideways to note many admiring males lusting on viewing her mature and
shapely body; her excited pussy bulging in the soft breeze, she was
truly enjoying life to the full now. As the three stopped for
refreshments, Cherie was careful to hang her ass over the back of the
stool she had chosen, and deliberately arch her back.
The tight thong now expressing the dimple of her anus between her
globular cheeks for the benefit of the males sat in lower chairs behind
get a real buzz in exciting men this way, especially the younger ones; I
do so love to catch them at a tender age and teach them obedience.”
She turned her head with a curt and contemptuous smile at a male
who could not help but glance at that beautiful ass whenever he could.
He blushed when he saw Cherie had caught him looking; the bulge
in his trunks so evident. She wondered how the young
man’s tongue would feel, probing deep into her anus.
Her attention was suddenly distracted.
“Wanda! Cherie!” Victoria looked toward the calling
voice, Wanda took her arm and they ventured over, Cherie made sure to
slide her ample ass slowly from the stool as she looked sternly at the
blushing male who swallowed hard, in awe of the magnificent woman. He
would masturbate long and hard later on, with just that simple and
succinct memory lodged in his brain. Cherie had that
effect on all men. The voice came from an old friend, Dominique Martin;
she was an elegant woman of about 50, her sexy auburn hair in bun, high
cheek bone and stunning green eyes, she could have been a sister to
Cheri. She sat legs crossed in her black bikini; her white freckly flesh
in perfect contrast. She sat with a timid male who
was also middle aged. She looked at him down her
“Stand up and
make a space for the ladies Bernard, then ask if they would like a
drink.” The obedient male did just as he was told. As he moved to the
counter to buy the ordered refreshments, Dominque held out her hand to
must be Wanda’s new friend, I love it when someone new joins our little
circle. I trust you’ll be at Club Zero tonight? My
latest acquisition, Bernard, is so looking forward to going for the
first time; like yourself, he has only just realised what he truly wants
from life –the firm hand of a strong woman. I have been more than happy
to oblige. “
Victoria’s nether regions tingled with delight at the assertive woman’s
‘matter of fact’ attitude toward the male who was meekly observing his
duties. She looked enviously at the obedient male, more and more she
wanted one all for herself, her pussy tingled and she found herself
putting on an air of dominant nonchalance as he turned from the counter.
The other women all smiled and looked him up and down as he returned
nervously with their drinks. Having his hands full,
he could not hide his obvious erection. Dominique
patted his crotch before he put the tray down.
so glad you are enjoying the company Bernard, you’ll be even more
excited when you see these ladies later on, when they’ll be dressed even
more to your taste.” They giggled at his
embarrassment which made his cock harden all the more; he, like
Victoria, was truly enjoying life now. Dominique
softly nursed his cock and smiled.
having a ‘party noir’ in Bernard’s honour, at my house in Gassin next
Saturday and you are all invited. I know Bernard will be thrilled to
have as many women as possible present to see how well he has come on in
life since finding his true path. You are so looking
forward to it, aren’t you Bernard.” She smiled
wickedly as Bernard’s cock stiffened and pulsed in her fingers;
obedience, servitude and the humiliation of being owned totally by a
woman excited him beyond belief; the thought of being made to
demonstrate this in many ways before an audience of assertive and
dominant women, almost had him spoiling his underwear there and then.
He timidly squeaked his reply.
“Yes mistress, I am looking forward to
the party next week and also to Club Zero tonight.” Dominique gave his
cock a squeeze and then spoke to him like a child, to ensure he
remembered his position in life.
boy! We’ll make sure you wear your favourite things to the party, and I
shall surprise you with your outfit for tonight; you’ll love it.”
Bernard was treated to a trio of beautifully mature asses as the
women bade their farewell till later. His mistress
teased his cock under the table as he watched the wiggling orbs of flesh
leave. His mistress smiled a she knew he was dreaming of having all
three sat on his face at the party.
three enjoyed a nice relaxing and voyeuristic afternoon in the sun and
sea before returning to Cherie’s to ready themselves for the trip to
Club Zero. As they opened the door they were greeted by the smiling
maid, cane in hand and Leclerc naked and cowering on all fours.
His ass was red raw with stripes; the maid had enjoyed a full day
of discipline at his expense. She gave a stern
grimace and yanked his leash. He kissed the women’s
feet in turn and then spoke.
have been commanded to beg your forgiveness for my indiscretion
yesterday. I have been punished for my misdemeanour and truly hope you
will allow me to remain your servant.” Cherie
laughed and clapped at the maid’s intuition and the abject servility of
the punished male.
are forgiven Leclerc. You may go and have that ass
creamed now; I can see your young mistress has shown you the error of
your ways with some vigour!” The women laughed as
they passed on their way to the poolside for a refreshing drink and a
bite to eat before preparing for the club.
Victoria took great pleasure in preparing for the club; her pussy
tingling and swelling sweetly as she felt the soft black leather on her
legs on slipping the tight leggings on. Tonight she would wear a black
silk top and black stilettos and carry a short whip which was attached
to her shoulder bag; she had chosen not to look too extreme on her first
night, despite itching to wear some of the more striking outfits she had
acquired, none the less, she looked every inch the confident dominatrix,
which she was already becoming quite naturally. She slipped the small
black eye mask into her bag and went downstairs to meet the others.
other two complimented her on her choice, they were also suitably
attired; the three adjusted their attitudes as they sipped drinks whilst
waiting for the cab to arrive, each oozing dominance and ready to exude
their will on worthy subjects. The servants attending them knew the
drill for such evenings; they keenly added to the mood by attending in
pairs; the maid standing tall and the male-servants on their knees
beside them; emphasising the submission of males at all levels.
Victoria’s heart raced as she waited; tonight would
be very special for her, and would be instrumental in confirming her new
had driven to the club in the day, to ensure it was not too isolated and
he would have an escape plan if he chickened out. Fortunately, there was
another bar across the street and down the road just a little; he chose
to dress casually so as not to stick out like a sore thumb at the
‘straight’ bar, and also not to be too conspicuous as a ‘newcomer’ to
Club Zero, now as he sat in the cab in the darkness as the palms flashed
by like ghosts at the wayside, he was more nervous than ever, but he had
to make a breakthrough; he so wanted to be the plaything of a stern and
commanding woman, he could not shake off his submissive side.
paid the cab at the bar across the road and looked nervously in the
club’s direction, its driver looked at him knowingly and smiled.
only a short walk from here; you’ll be ok after a couple of drinks in
this bar.” He drove off chuckling as Eric went
bright red; was he that obvious? The bar was
surprisingly well patronised, considering the area was somewhat remote
from the main resort. The waiter also smiled
knowingly at Eric as he ordered a stiff drink; a chalked sign on the
wall tested his knowledge of French at first, but the legend was quite
clear ‘Cognac at the usual rates, Dutch courage served free’.
Eric smiled to himself; this bar was as popular as the café
opposite Madam Pompidou’s for the very same reason; in a couple of hours
it would be half empty, its patrons having stocked up on ‘Dutch
courage’. He discretely surveyed the people around
him, 90% male, and many seemingly equally nervous; some seemed
over-relaxed and were probably regulars at both bars, they’d make a
grand entrance at Club Zero as though they’d just casually stumbled
across it. He felt better already and ordered
three women arrived at Club Zero at around 8pm; Victoria’s nipples poked
through the black silk with excitement as she stepped from the cab and
surveyed the stylish looking club. The frontage was
tastefully presented in Art Deco style, no huge neon lights or tacky
paintwork; she was pleased to see that the interior matched its subtle
yet bold exterior. They were greeted by Cherie’s
housekeeper, Lola who was accompanied by a male who stood timidly by
her. She smiled warmly at Victoria.
wonderful to see you here! We shall soon find you someone to help lift
your spirits and flush away your old life. Having a male to serve your
every whim is so invigorating.” She took a long draw from the cigarette
she was smoking through a six inch holder and turned with a look of
contempt to the male who stood meekly by her; he held out his splayed
hands and she flicked her ash into them. He accepted it as though it
were a gift. She leaned into the women and whispered.
don’t usually smoke, but I find it such a boon in teaching them
humility, and so many males get a huge kick from women who smoke; it
lends itself to the ’femme fatale’ genre so sweetly.”
She then looked back to the male with a stern countenance, and
then glanced toward the seating area; the male jumped into action and
showed the ladies to a central are where they liked to sit, without the
need for him actually being asked to do so. Victoria
was ecstatic as she took in the surroundings; her shaven pussy moulded
itself into a delightful camel-toe in the luxuriant soft leather, no
panties this evening, her sex feeling exquisite against the smooth
leather. Just a week ago she had had no idea that
such a place as this existed, or that such a thrill could be had from
the remaining years of her life; she thought back to the Bridge Club and
imagined what some of those ladies would think if they could see her
now! She sneered rather than chuckled as she
pondered this; in testament to the fact that she was now gaining a new
confidence as part of this new, exciting life. She
would return home a different woman with a different positive outlook.
buzzed as she slowly crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of leather on
her cunt and anus as she viewed males being brought in by patently
assertive women. She was determined to make contact with a male
tonight, if only to hear his admissions and yearnings first hand; she
watched for ‘un-owned’ males attending and wondered what power she could
exert over each.
For a while,
they had to be content with teasing and being served by Lola’s latest
conquest. Pierre; he was a handsome male and completely submissive to
women, Lola having him kneel next to her, assuming the ashtray position
whenever she smoked, simply to exert her dominance over him; several
polished marble ashtrays being available on the transparent glass table
in front of her. He was made to wash his hands and wait on the ladies
whenever drinks were required. Victoria’s pussy moistened as she
listened to the questions posed him by Cherie and Wanda, as Lola looked
on with pride; she knew there would be no question of punishing Pierre
for telling a lie or avoiding a question; he was happy to be humiliated
in such illustrious company. Cherie coughed politely to gain Pierre’s
attention before posing another question, to ensure he was allowed the
sight of her generous thighs and pussy, twisting as she crossed her
legs; she wore a short leather skirt and no panties, Pierre gulped as he
caught a glimpse of her suspender straps and glorious mature womanhood,
his cock bulging in his leggings.
prefer the whip or the cane when being punished Pierre? I know Lola is
expert with both and will treat you to the experience at the earliest
opportunity.” Pierre blushed a little as the four assertive women
looked contemptuously at him, awaiting an honest response. Cherie knew
he would struggle with a satisfactory answer, and enjoyed watching
submissive males squirm as they sought to satisfy their betters.
“I…I... I think I appreciate them both equally; I have been caned more
often than being whipped; the sound of both excites me, and the pain
delivered is equally sufficient… the pressure of the cane from mistress
is more direct, but the lash of the whip is equally punishing in its own
way…” Cherie sneered with quiet satisfaction.
cannot appreciate them equally if you have had the cane more often; I’m
sure Lola will be happy to oblige you with the whip when you have earned
that pleasure; I have seen her reprimand many of my household with one
of her selection of whips. It is so pleasing to see a male cry and then
come within a few short minutes of tasting the leather so expertly
applied. I would be happy to have Lola afford you
that pleasure at my residence, before me, my friends, and the entire
female staff; would you like that?” Pierre’s cock
stiffened in his leggings as he thought of the pleasure of punishment
before a large female audience; Lola smiled wickedly and lit another
mistress… I would love that.” The woman laughed at
his honest reply; what else could he say? Pierre basked in the
humiliation and savoured the moment as he looked at his mistress, who in
turn sneered down at him with satisfaction; her pussy now bulging and
nicely aroused as she too savoured whipping her latest acquisition
before an audience.
almost stumbled down the street to Club Zero, having risked perhaps a
little more Dutch courage than he should have; it had gone straight to
his head, so intense was his demeanour and determination to make this
breakthrough. However, the few hundred yards walk in
the fresh air served to be sufficiently sobering; he composed himself
before entering the club, and was amazed that there was no entrance fee.
The cat-suited attendant at the entrance sneered as she offered
him this information as he fumbled for his wallet.
She looked at him with studied contempt and gave him a token for his
first drink for free, it being obvious he was new to the club.
you’ll pay eventually.” She remarked curtly,
ensuring Eric’s cock showed interest. The free token
also served to indicate ‘newbies’ to the regulars watching the bar for
prey; this system served frequent patrons well. Many
a male had become the property of a stern mistress before having the
opportunity to actually purchase a drink. Victoria’s jaw dropped
slightly and her pussy tingled I the tight leather as she saw him
through the black mask she had now donned. Wanda
smiled as she saw her expression.
something you like?” Victoria regained her composure
and took a deep breath as her nipples became even more prominent in the
black silk. The women huddled as she explained she’d
seen him in the café earlier, opposite Madam Pompidou’s.
Cherie beamed with delight; it was apparent to her that the café
was a haven for would be voyeuristic submissives, and here was one,
boldly offering himself up to them.
“Excellent! I’ll wager he’s knew to the experience, and not just this
club; what a perfect opportunity to see a match made in heaven, dominant
and submissive realising their dreams together.
Don’t worry Victoria, we’ll make sure he’s right for you first.”
Victoria was sure already, her pussy oozed as she dreamed of
having it licked for the first time, and at her command.
The women turned to the kneeling male at Lola’s side.
Wanda licked her lips.
“Pierre, we have a little mission for you. Go and
fetch that man who’s just arrived, tell him we require his company